#for now im begging you to enjoy because Again there's a whole movie behind trying to raw this

[1987vampire]

Proxies x reader NSFW HCs

alot of these scenes will actually most likely end up in this story im writing lmao, so stick around if you want to see them fleshed out

Let's get the obvious beginner out of the way.

Toby is a tits man, Brian likes ass, and Tim is happy with whatever (he likes tits more he just doesn't want to be rude)

Now, let's start with Toby

Toby is the most submissive bottom you will meet in your life.

Has slipped a bit too far into subspace a few times, and you've had to stop immediately once you realized.

Motherfucker just wants to be dommed and dommed hard. Just tell him what to do, please.

Has the biggest fucking mommy kink (which contributes to his love for tits because the motherfucker will lavish those bitches like no other when given the chance)

Also has the biggest praise kink you will ever see. Has came embarrassingly fast because you called him your good boy.

99 percent of his knowledge of sex comes from porn so,, he's going to have to be retaught most everything.

Has definitely groped your tit too hard on multiple occasions because he thought it was the right thing to do.

Surprisingly good learner, though. Just wants to make you happy.

He's the best one for quickies out of all of them only because he cums extremely fast while still prioritizing you.

(He makes up for how fast he cums by how many times he can do it. Motherfucker will paint you white all over before his body gives out. Plus, his CIPA makes it to where he can't feel the burning in his legs as he fucks you for hours. Has literally kept going until his body gave out because you wanted him to.)

All the boys have very specific thoughts on oral. Toby will give or receive, whichever makes you happier, but when he's allowed to go down on you, it's like you're his last meal.

It's one of the only time's he'll disobey your commands because it doesn't matter if you've already came three times??? He's still eating, lady, shhh.

Tried to dom one (1) time. Not doing that again. Dude started crying half-way through because he thought he was hurting you and your feelings by ordering you around.

You had to pause and take a bath with him afterwards while he calmed down. He spent half the bath blubbering into your neck and apologizing more times than you could count.

Now, Brian is the exact opposite of Toby.

You asked to try and let him be the bottom a single time and he fucked you so hard you couldn't walk the next day.

A little shithead who loves blowjobs. Will give you head, but much prefers you on your knees with him stuffed so far in that he’s tapping the back of your throat and you’re gripping his thighs while he uses you for nothing more than his pleasure in the moment. 

Will mix degradation in with praise like he's been doing it his entire life. Has given you whiplash multiple times because of it.

He's so loud, too. Toby is whiny and begs, but this dude is in your ear with low grunts and groans, his voice spilling the foulest words he can think of.

Has you seeing stars while mumbling into your neck shit like "your pretty little pussy's taking me so well - like you were built to be my cocksleeve. Just a cumslut who takes whatever I give you. Look at you, all fucked out of your mind, pretty little baby. Can't wait to paint your fuckin' insides. It's what whores like you deserve."

He's also the best at aftercare, though. You normally have to take care of Toby after, and Tim does jack shit unless needed.

Brian, though, has his dresser packed with shit to take care of you with after. Will bathe you, dress you, tell you little reassurances, make sure you're okay.

He's also best at knowing when to stop. He can sense your hesitation as if he's the one feeling it.

Because of his dirty mouth, he's had to break off sessions early a few times. The biggest was when you started crying halfway through him fucking you missionary, and not the kind of crying he liked (because let's be real, this motherfucker loves to see you cry and beg to cum.)

He had called you a whore a few too many times through the session, and you had taken it a bit too close to heart (it was something that hit a bit harder than needed since you were dating multiple men at once.)

He spent the whole night cuddling you and reassuring you that he didn't really mean it. He loved you, they all did, it was just for the roleplay. "Stop crying, pretty baby, we're okay. I'm not actually mad. Let me see a smile, c'mon, doll."

Also, let me mention that because y'all are so fucking loud, Tim has banged on the door quite a few times trying to get you to calm down.

Tim made the mistake of grumbling to himself during dinner one time in front of you and Brian that 'you're so fucking loud it sounds like you're recording a goddamn porno in there.'

If you hadn't been choking on your food so hard, you might have noticed the sly grin that crossed Brian's face, though it was brought back later when he ended up filming you quite a few times from that night. It wouldn't be posted anywhere - fuck that, you were theirs, and no one else's.

(he did accidentally share a video of you cumming to the group chat all four of you were in on accident while sending cute pictures of the two of you. The mortification of hearing your moans come through the speaker of Toby's phone while he stared at it dumbfounded was enough for you to not talk to Brian for a whole week. It didn't matter if they had seen you like that before, it was still embarrassing!)

(Brian didn't tell you that the other two - Tim especially - had been sent worse videos than that.)

SPEAKING OF TIM.

Let's get started with this man. Tim is the laziest motherfucker known to man but it is nice. 

Really, he’s not lazy, he’s just tired a lot, and he doesn’t want to put the effort in the fuck you senseless when you’ve got two others for that. 

He prefers sleepy fucking where you’re both half-out-of-it and breathless. He enjoys both of you on your sides with him spooning you, his hips moving just enough to give enough friction for the both of you to cum after a while. You can and will fall alseep right after with him still buried inside of you.

Speaking of, what’s the best way to get y’all’s sexual tension out while still being lazy (besides just making you ride him which he does very often) ? Cockwarming. 

He won’t even just do it in bed when it’s the two of you. He’s shimmied his pants down just enough for his cock to slip out and pushed your panties aside (since you were only wearing an oversized shirt and underwear. I mean, what did you think would happen?) and made you sit on him in the middle of the living room while the other two were lounging around, too distracted to notice. 

However, if someone does notice (Especially in the beginning because you were horrible at hiding your flushed cheeks and heavy breathing from understimulation) he would not hide it.

“H-hey, y/-y/n, what’s-sss-s with the f-fa-face?” Toby had asked innocently one night while you were all watching TV together. You knew Tim was smirking behind you as he lifted the hem of the big shirt just enough to let Toby know what was going on. Boy blushed so hard and covered his eyes, smacking his face harshly in the process, and Tim and Brian snickered (because of course Brian already knew.)

Cockwarming also means that the second you finally - finally - start fucking, it’s over for the two of you in less than a minute, your fingers clawing at him as you finally get your release after hours. (the longest he’s made the two of you wait was four hours because we’re watching Toby’s favorite movies, we can’t interrupt him, now can we, darlin’?’

He’s also a huge fan of facesitting. Not the biggest fan of receiving blowjobs only because it makes him feel too vulnerable, but he could have you sit on his face for hours and not complain, his hands gripping your ass tight enough to leave bruises as he laved his tongue over your clit over and over. 

The only - only - times Tim has fucked you rough was when it wasn’t even really him. You had been half-asleep with your back to him one time as he rutted into you slowly when you suddenly felt yourself flipped so you were ass up with your face being pushed into the mattress, his hips jutting at a speed you didn’t know he could reach.

You didn’t even have to look back to know that Masky - his alter that didn’t show himself too often around you - had taken over. 

During getting fucked that time by Masky, you ended up so deep in subspace, trying to please the man you didn’t get too see that often that you let him him rip orgasm after orgasm from you until you couldn’t think straight and you entered a space where all you felt was pleasure, and you couldn’t even see straight.

You were brought out of it by Tim pressing a cold rag to your forehead, whispering sweet nothings to you as he tried to get you to come to, apologizing profusely for letting it happen. You had just grinned and - though your voice was thoroughly fucked up from screaming - told him to let Masky know he could do that again any time. Tim had gotten so flustered that he walked out of the room for a few minutes. 

Speaking of alters real quick.

Tim and Brian are the only ones to have them - Masky and Hoody respectfully, of course - and they come out around you very little. Hoody comes out more than Masky though, and you can tell the difference in how quiet Brian will get. 

Hoody and Masky have fucked you both separately and together (so have Tim and Brian but we’ll get to that in a second)

Masky loves you ass and prefers to have you in doggystyle over anything while Brian’s love for blowjobs is only intensified in his alter who will have you gagging on him until you almost pass out. He’ll give you a moment to breathe in just a second, just hold on a little longer, okay?

Hoody is almost always silent besides grunts that let him communicate with Masky. This is apparent even when you’re not fucking, and the three of you have to teach yourselves how to decipher the man’s made up language. 

Masky is quiet too, but will grumble to himself more than anything, calling you the worst name’s he can think of while he slams into you so hard that you don’t even have to move yourself to give Hoody a proper blowjob, his grip on your hips and force of his thrusts are enough to have you bouncing back and forth quickly. 

It’s not like you could really move anyways, not when Masky’s picking you up by your thighs and holding your hips up as he plows into you.

They love spitroasting but have definitely done double penetration even if you complain that you’re not prepped. Who cares? You’re obviously ready for it, look at you already cumming even though they haven’t moved. 

Now, as for threesomes and or foursomes

Nine times out of ten, Toby is too embarrassed to do anything in front of the other two. Maybe if you coax him enough, reassure him that nobody will judge, he might join in for the night, but it’s an incredibly rare occurrence. Watching Brian boss you around is enough to make him squirm. You were supposed to be in change, not him? But there you were with your tongue sticking out as you rolled your hips against Tim, ready to fit either of them in your mouth. The other can always take another hole. 

Toby not wanting to join doesn’t really both the other two though, and though it’s still not as common to have a threesome compared to one on one, Tim and Brian are always ready to share. Especially when you look so pretty whining into the air as you take both of them at once. 

You don’t mind if Brian takes a few photos, right? I mean, just look at you! This is a perfect moment to capture. Ignore the fact that you’re now Tim’s home screen, your pretty tits out in the open as his cock is buried inside of you, Brian’s hand gripping the flesh of your hip. Why wouldn’t he want to see it all the time?

The same applies to them as their alters. Spitroasting is their absolute favorite, though Tim prefers it if you ride him while you slobber all over Brian instead of him having to use his energy to fuck you into oblivion. 

They love double penetration as well, but once they tried to fit both of them in your pussy instead of one in your ass and you came so hard that you passed out. It’s brought out on special occasions after a l o t of prep.

really, overall. you have a boy for whatever mood you're in and you're literally never horny because the second you mention it someone is on top of you.

[twodimecastle]

fifty bucks & six months.

spencer reid x gender neutral reader new relationship, secret keeping nonsense, 4.5k words, ao3 a/n; turns out i love writing texting fic but tumblr destroys the formatting rip

zero months.

You smile conspiratorially, extending a pinkie towards Spencer and he gives you a skeptical look.

“You know the odds of being found out immediately are-” he starts, but you cut him off.

“Astronomical, I know. I know. But don’t you think it’ll be fun to see how long we can push it?” you wheedle, not caring that your voice sounds more like begging than is strictly dignified because seeing the way Spencer’s nose crinkles in amusement at your heavy handed persuasion is too adorable to pass up. You scoot closer on the couch, tapping the end of his nose with your pinkie finger, letting him catch your hand between his as you continue “I think we’ve got a good shot at hiding it for a little while. It would be like a game.”

Spencer draws your captive hand to his lips, brushing them across your knuckles and watching fondly as you forge ahead in your campaign to persuade him, enjoying the show and the attention too much to tell you he’s already on board. Your eyes are shining with the prospect of the caper, and you’ve made no move to take your hand back from him, and Spencer’s pretty sure he’d be more than happy to sit with you in this moment forever. “I mean-” you go on, gesturing animatedly with your free hand, “you’re like-a really good liar when you want to be. And everyone else always forgets how good you are at it.”

He snorts at that and the sound makes you light up, eyes tracking the arch of his brows, the warmth in his soft brown eyes, memorising the way he looks like this; utterly unbothered, completely at ease. It might be your favourite version of him, but that race has always been a tight one with no clear winner in sight. You have lots of favourite versions of Spencer. Twisting your hand in his, you tangle your fingers together, savouring the way you feel his thumb glide delicately along your skin and the unhidden joy in his face at the simple show of affection.

Time to play your trump card.

“$50 says we can hide it from the whole group for at least six months. If everyone figures it out before then, you win. But if not everyone has worked it out by then, I win.”

The mischievous shine in your eyes is irresistible, and Spencer smiles, disentangling one of his hands from yours to extend his own pinky finger.

“You’re on.”

The words barely make it out of his mouth before you’re colliding with him, pressing your lips to his.

two months.

“So, how long has this whole thing been going on?” Derek’s question catches Spencer off guard, and, based on the way he can see you freeze in his peripheral vision, takes you by surprise as well. Sliding into the driver's seat of the SUV, Derek continues “I hope you didn’t think you were gonna be able to keep me in the dark for long, pretty boy. You should know better than that.”

Following mechanically after him, Spencer takes the passenger seat, trying to frame his next statement as carefully as possible as he hears your door close and the car start. “We were-going to tell you guys-” he begins uncomfortably, glancing back to you for support, but you look just as on edge as he feels. “We were just gonna-keep it to ourselves for a while-before telling Hotch and everything-” he tries again, the mounting tension levering his shoulders higher and higher with every passing moment, but then Derek just laughs, shaking his head.

“Hey, I’m happy for you, kid. For both of you.” He spares a look at you in the back seat through the rear view mirror, and you can feel the tension in your jaw relax, the furrows in your brow straightening out at the note of approval in Derek’s voice. “I’m glad you two finally figured it out,” he says, fondly, and you laugh.

“I bet Spence we could keep it from you guys at least six months,” you explain, reaching forwards through the centre console to link your pinky with Spencer’s, and the touch of your hand releases the last of the tension he had been harbouring as he covers your hand with the other one of his own. He knows Derek clocks the motion, filing it away in his mind somewhere, but he doesn’t care about the scrutiny so much right now. Not when your hand is so warm and comfortable in his.

Derek reaches for the dial on the radio and flicks through the channel, thinking about something, and as you watch, a slow mischievous smirk spreads across his face a moment later before he glances first at Spencer and then at you.

“I’ll tell you what,” he says to you, and Spencer can feel a familiar grin tugging at his own lips as he watches a plan take shape in his friend’s eyes. “I’m happy to sit on this information for a while for a cut of the winnings from whichever one of you comes out on top.” He snorts good naturedly as he continues “I have my own bet to win with Prentiss, so if you two help me win that one, I’ll cut you in too.”

“A quid pro quo of sorts,” Spencer says slowly, and he feels your fingers tighten around his, as you snort softly, and he knows instinctually you’re grinning the same way you always do when you’re winning a game. “I think we can do that.”

Derek grins, turning the music up as he nods, eyes on the road. “Then you two love birds have got yourselves a deal.”

two months and two weeks.

PG: youre not as slick as you think you are ;)

YN: ???

PG: ;))))))))) you should invest in some concealer for your work bag sweetness or tell the good doctor to pay more attention to whats visible in your work clothes

YN: oh my fucking god wait how do you even know thats how that happened

PG: im all knowing and all seeing im like the omnipotent goddess of the fbi

YN: derek blabbed

PG: he sang like a canary but also im an omnipotent goddess im also totally clued in on the whole bet situation with em so for the low low price of every single juicy detail about how this adorableness went down you can buy my silence :)

YN: im getting derek decaf coffee on all coffee runs from now on >:( traitors dont get caffeine

PG: darling sweet angel i need deets all of them like immediately

YN: >:( fine ok so. after that case down in georgia a few months ago? the weird one? with the creepy mother son thing?

PG: omg yuck pls dont remind me im here for the CUTENESS not the MURDER

YN: sorryyyyyyy anyway so spence was like being super weird about it all on the plane and whatever but he was doing that super annoying thing where he ignores it and says hes fine so everyone leaves him alone

PG: YEAH why does everyone here do that ALL THE TIME its SO annoyingggg

YN: ikr its insufferable and like super not subtle ANYWAY. spence was being weird and whatever and i just. refused to let him sulk on his own or whatever like i could tell there was something bothering him and so after work i insisted that we were gonna get like shitty diner food or whatever and watch a movie and he knows better than to say no to me

PG: smart boy

YN: so we got fries and milkshakes and then went back to his place to watch a movie and he was still like weird and silent and like brooding yknow? but whatever just figured hed talk about it when he was ready so i put on a movie and offered to make popcorn and then he was just staring at me and he looked so SAD and TIRED and i thought id done something wrong like the poor guy looked like he was gonna cry and i was panicking over fucking popcorn and then he says ‘why are you always so nice to me?’

PG: oh my god hes like if a sad victorian orphan was actually a triplicate phd holder

YN: i was SO thrown off i was like spencer. spencer were best friends. ive been forcing you to hang out with me for years now why do you THINK im being nice to you its bc i care about you asshole and then. like after another million years after letting me sweat it out over whether hes about to cry for like fucking years the asshole grabs my hand and says. i shit you not. ‘you know im in love with you, right?’ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PG: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YN: anyway hes my boyfriend now :’) dont tell anyone tho gotta win the bet

four months.

Lingering by the elevator, you glance around at the uncharacteristically silent office building, waiting for Spencer to leave the bullpen. The sound of his footfalls drawing nearer makes you smile and you mentally applaud yourself for suggesting the two of you remained behind after disembarking from the plane, taking advantage of the manufactured privacy to take the same car home, back to his apartment.

When he sees you waiting for him, he can’t help the soft fond smile that tugs at his face, as he reaches for your hand, sliding his fingers into yours with a gentle squeeze, the quiet of the building allowing him to indulge in the show of affection. You return the squeeze, leaning your head on his shoulder with a yawn and as he presses a fond kiss to your temple he’s rewarded by a sleepy hum of approval from you that sends a rush of quiet joy shooting through him.

“At least we won’t be sleeping in hotel beds again tonight,” you say, voice weary, and Spencer nods as he shuffles you into the elevator. The doors slide shut and the elevator starts to move and in the moment of absolute privacy, you steal a kiss, tilting your chin up to catch his lips with yours, revelling in the soft huff of surprise he lets out, even as he smiles against your mouth. Even after months, the simple act of kissing Spencer still feels new and thrilling somehow, like you can’t quite believe it’s something you’re allowed to do.

His nose brushes yours and he breathes “unless something big comes up, we get a sleep in tomorrow too,” and the way you beam at him sends his heart racing in his chest, unable to look away from the fondness shining in your eyes.

As the two of you exit the elevator and make your way through the Bureau car park, you tuck yourself against his side, wedging yourself under his arm with a happy sigh, eager to get yourself horizontal and asleep as fast as possible. Spencer brushes his lips against your temple again as the two of you close in on his car, almost free and clear of the office when a voice behind the two of you brings you up short.

“Reid?”

Spencer is reacting before his mind catches up, turning on his heel towards the sound of Hotch’s voice echoing through the parking lot, conscious of the incriminating way you’re still tucked against his side, even as his brain is rifling frantically through any possible excuses for the current circumstances.

“Hotch-” you step away from Spencer, cheeks flaming, not wanting to chance a look at him. “I-we-thought everyone else had gone home,” you trail off lamely, trying your hardest not to balk under Hotch’s ominously impassive scrutiny. A second passes, then another, and the short silence feels like months, or years even as the three of you stand locked in a stalemate.

“I take it the two of you would prefer to keep this under wraps?” He asks, finally, and it registers with Spencer, somewhat belatedly, that Hotch’s tone isn’t admonishing. It isn’t enough to dissipate the tension coiling in Spencer’s muscles just yet, but he spares a glance at you as he nods, and a moment later, Hotch gives the two of you a curt nod of his own. “I’ll tell you what,” he says, a shade of irony colouring his voice. “If you two fill out the paperwork for in-team relationships for me, I’ll keep it to myself. I understand privacy is hard to come by in our office.”

The words take a while to fully sink in, and you’re conscious that you’re standing there blinking and gaping at your boss like a bemused fish for a good few seconds before you’ve composed yourself enough to say “absolutely, sir. Of course. Thank you.”

Hotch nods again, heading towards his own car, and as he passes the two of you, a brief smile flashes across his face.

“Congratulations, you two. Get some sleep.”

four months and three weeks.

Spencer isn’t sure how late it is, but he knows you’re not asleep yet, the faint glow of your phone screen casting faint distorted shadows across his room as your free hand rests lightly on his chest. In the dark blue twilight of his room, the space feels undefined and dream like somehow, the line between his mind and his surroundings blurry or indistinct somehow, and as you huff out a near silent laugh at something on the screen in your hand, a thought rises to the surface of his thoughts like flotsam on an unwanted tide.

The more clinical part of his mind notes the autonomic response in his body, the way his heart lurches unpleasantly in his chest, heart rate rising with an influx of cortisol through his nervous system, automatically rifling through ways to control the anxiety response. Age old instinct surges forwards, starting to push his spiralling anxiety down out of sight so as not to bother you with it, but then your hand shifts infinitesimally on his chest, fingers curling in the soft fabric of his pyjama shirt, and for once his body is miles ahead of his brilliant mind, your name is leaving his lips before he’s really aware of it happening.

Your gaze flashes up from your phone at the sound of his voice, soft and hesitant, and you let the screen go dark as you set it down. You can feel Spencer’s heart hammering against his ribs under your palm, and your brows knit together in concern as you shift closer to his side, tracing gentle circles over his shirt with your fingertips, the repetitive motion intended to soothe, though you’re not sure if it’s for his benefit or yours.

“Yeah, baby?” You ask softly, working hard to keep the rising worry from your voice. After three years of friendship and almost six months of dating, you know him well enough to sense when his propensity for overthinking and catastrophizing is slipping out of his control. You can feel his chest rise as he inhales sharply, whatever he’s about to say cut off by second guessing, doing nothing to pacify your concern. “Spence? Is everything okay?” You ask again.

“This-bet-hiding our relationship-it’s-” he trails off, throat tight as he rolls onto his side, facing away from you, and smushing his face into the pillow, already wishing he hadn’t said anything. You’re the kindest person he’s ever met, but offering up this kind of raw insecurity feels like pulling teeth. Even if it’s you. Especially if it’s you. He doesn’t know if he’s ready to find out if you care about him enough to stay when his racing mind gets the better of him. The pillow muffles his voice as he says “never mind.”

You feel your own heart rate tic up in response to that, matching the wild beat of Spencer’s that you could feel under your palm only a second ago. “Baby, talk to me. What’s on your mind?”

He shakes his head, face still hidden in the pillow. “It’s stupid.”

He can feel the rush of your breath on his back as you sigh, and your voice is almost achingly patient as you say softly “it’s not stupid if it matters to you.” There’s a long pause, and you press yourself against his back, settling close and letting your hand slide over his side to rest on his chest, the heat of his skin sinking into yours even through his thin shirt. In spite of his height, he feels so small as you wrap yourself around him, drawing closer, trying to reassure him without yet knowing what he needs to be reassured of. “Spence?”

“Are you ashamed of-being with me? Is that why you want to hide it?” The words are almost whispered, the sound almost lost against his pillow and your heart sinks, plummeting faster and further than if you’d dropped it off the side of a skyscraper. You should’ve known he might worry about that, should have realised it might have felt that way. Remorse rises hot and bitter in your throat and you swallow it down, trying to steady your voice.

“Spencer. Sweetheart. No. Never. I could never be ashamed. I love you. I’m so sorry.” Your arms wrap more tightly around him and you bury your face against the crook of his neck, the tension you can feel in every inch of his body making you feel more cruel and short-sighted than you already do. “I’m sorry I didn’t realise it might feel like that. I could never be ashamed of being with you, Spence. You’re my favourite person.” He takes the kind of shaky, shallow breath that comes with trying not to cry and your heart breaks a little more as one of his hands slowly moves to cover yours where it rests against his chest, just over his heart.

As his hand rests over yours, his thumb strokes lightly along your knuckles, and he knows you know him well enough to notice the way his hand trembles, just a little, because then your hand is shifting against his, turning to clumsily tangle your fingers with his, holding tighter to him as he tries to collect himself, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath as his eyes squeeze shut. He can hear the contrition in your voice as you say softly “I’ve never really liked having people know everything about what’s going on in my life. And I love our friends but-something like this, that’s so-special? So new? I wanted to be able to keep it to just us for a while.”

“I’m sorry.” His voice comes out a little shaky, scarcely more than a whisper, and it’s more than you can take as you pull back and gently force him to roll over to face you. He’s not crying, but his eyes are glassy and you recognise the fight to keep the tears unshed in the tight set of his jaw and the hard line of his lips. Leaning on your elbow, you lift your free hand to gently smooth out the furrows of his brow, letting your fingers linger along the planes of his face.

“Why are you sorry,” you ask gently. “You don’t need to be sorry, baby. Not for talking to me about things that bother you. We can tell everyone else tomorrow, if you want? We can call off the bet. Derek will live. If he’s got a problem with it I’ll turn all his shirts into crop tops.”

He can tell the joke is a last bid attempt to make him smile, to ease his fear, and it works. In spite of the anxious weight in his chest that feels like it’s pressing him into the mattress, Spencer laughs weakly, meeting your eyes, and he watches as a relieved smile breaks across your face, releasing your lower lip from where you’d trapped it worriedly between your teeth. The unmitigated affection that floods into your eyes renders him momentarily breathless as he takes in the moment. You’re still here, still trying to take care of him. Just as kind and steadfast as ever.

“No,” he says eventually, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you down on top of him like a living weighted blanket, letting your warmth chase the bulk of the tension from his body and luxuriating in the way you curl into him, one hand sliding into his hair. “We shouldn’t call off the bet. We still have to take Emily’s money, remember?”

Your sleepy laugh is the last thing he hears before his eyes close and the feel of your body wound around his lulls him to sleep.

five months.

SR: Can I talk to you about something?

DM: you dying or something? that’s a really fuckin ominous text to recieve out of the blue

SR: I’m not dying, why would that be what you assumed? I just have a question.

DM: just a figure of speech but what’s up?

SR: It’s about your bet with Emily. What’re the terms for it?

DM: wym?

SR: What exactly did you two make the bet about? What needs to happen in order for you to win the bet?

DM: does this count as collusion?

SR: Technically yes, but calling it collusion implies a certain degree of illegality.

DM: whatever anyway the terms i made with em were that you’d make some kind of move before your birthday but she reckoned you were gonna need some kind of near death experience to do anything about your crush why?

SR: I’m just making sure I have all the information.

DM: what’s going on pretty boy? you planning something?

SR: Maybe.

DM: not a helpful answer reid is everything good?

SR: Everything’s fine. We’re just figuring some stuff out. Nothing to worry about.

DM: is there something you’re not telling me?

SR: Don’t worry about it.

five months, three weeks and six days.

In the chaos that was the scramble from the briefing room to the jet, you haven’t yet had the chance to speak to Spencer about the outcome of his most recent thesis defence panel. By the time you’ve got a moment to breathe, the jet is underway, coasting across the country towards Montana, the whole team settled in for the six hour flight. You corner him in the tiny kitchen area of the jet as he’s making a mug of mediocre coffee, fingers tapping out an absent minded rhythm on the countertop as the coffee machine whirs, clearly not paying attention to anything outside of his head.

“Hey, boy genius.” He jumps, whirling around, eyes wide with surprise, and you smile fondly. “So?” You demand, and Spencer raises an eyebrow in confusion. You snort, rolling your eyes as you elaborate. “Your defence panel. Did it go okay?”

You’re shifting your weight and fidgeting restlessly with the belt loops on your pants and as he studies you for a moment, it occurs to Spencer that you’re nervous for him over this outcome. The thought brings an almost giddy smile to his face.

“You know this isn’t my first thesis defence panel, right?” He says mildly, deliberately burying the lede, enjoying the way you scowl in irritation too much to answer your question right away, too enamoured with this display of concern on his behalf.

“Don’t be difficult, Doctor Reid. It’s still a big deal.” He just shrugs noncommittally, and you huff, swatting his arm lightly. “So did it go well?” You ask again, eyes narrowing as you try to dissect his microexpressions, trying to discern the answer he seems determined to keep from you for yourself. A few seconds later, he relents.

“I can now add degree number six to my wall.” He confirms. Getting degrees doesn’t hold the same rush of pride for him now, the accomplishment feeling somewhat less exceptional as he acquires more of them, but the way your face lights up with pride for him reminds him how special the things he’s capable of can be. You’ve always made him feel like more than the sum of his parts somehow, like something infinitely more precious than he always assumed he is.

“I fucking knew it. That’s amazing, Spence,” you say, chest warm and full with pride and love, and his almost shy smile in return is enough to make a decision for you in a split second. Your hand dips into your back pocket, drawing something out, and you carefully hide it from view in your palm as Spencer tracks the motion curiously with his eyes.

Your eyes are shining with affection and something that looks like mischief and the way you’re smiling at him is more than enough to divert his attention as you step closer, just barely noticing as you slip something into his hand. You’re dangerously, distractingly close now, and he’s conscious, if somewhat distantly, that neither of you is concealed from the rest of the team, scant meters away in the seating area of the jet. But you’re smiling and close enough for him to feel your breath on his face and suddenly your lips are on his, and even after nearly seven months of being able to touch you like this, it’s enough to make him forget everything else as he melts into the contact, savouring the warmth of your skin and the faint smell of your shampoo.

You pull back a second later, the kiss over almost as soon as it started, but it’s enough to attract attention, and you can hear a belated ‘oh SHIT’ from Emily in the main cabin of the jet. In your peripheral vision, you can see money changing hands, your friends scrambling to react, but you don’t look at them, choosing to enjoy the bemused, affectionate look on Spencer’s face as his brain catches up to the events unfolding around the two of you.

“I was tired of keeping it a secret,” you say fondly, loud enough only for him to hear. “You win.”

Blinking in confusion, he finally tears his gaze away from yours, fingers uncurling to reveal the fifty dollar bill you had pressed into his palm right before you kissed him. The penny drops and he snorts with laughter, shaking his head in half hearted indignation as his other arm loops around you, pulling you in, letting you rest your head on his shoulder, hiding your face from the rest of the team as he kisses your temple, revelling in the way you wind yourself around him in response.

“I was gonna do this in like two days. I wanted you to win,” he murmurs against your hairline, and he can feel your faint laughter.

“Too bad, baby. I’m used to getting my way,” you say, pulling back to steal another quick kiss before peeling yourself out of his arms with a wink, turning to face the onslaught of ‘care to fucking explain that’ and ‘I fucking told you so’ from the rest of your friends, tugging him with you by your joined hands.

[misschifuyu]

hello <3 i really liked your mikey relationship hcs, can i request one for chifuyu too? tysm :p

- hi there bb !! im so happy to hear that you liked them, and of course I can do some for chifuyu aswell, I do hope you like them ♡

General relationship headcanons with Chifuyu

characters: chifuyu matsuno

genre: fluff

warnings: none

chifuyu will be the typical person that, when he gets a crush, you will know he's got a crush

he won't act all flirty with you upon realising what those fuzzy feelings actually were; instead, he'd start spending a lot more time with you, even asking to hang out every now and then if you happened to be free

you only saw this side of a crushing chifuyu, but know that baji had to put up with a whole different side of him

whenever he'd come back from spending, let's say, an afternoon with you, he could practically bounce off the walls with excitement when he arrived at his best friend's place

he's a very giddy person when he's happy about something, so it would take baji a bit of patience until he would actually sit still and tell him about everything

this will only double when he told him that he had finally confessed to you, receiving an approving response on your behalf

he was absolutely over the moon, and it would take quite a bit to get him back down again

now, once the two of you have established a relationship, you will notice that chifuyu gets a little less jittery when around you

he's no longer trying his best to not say something that would scare you off, or hold himself back from talking about peke j

speaking of, you will have already met his cat, but expect to spend a lot more time with this feline when you're dating, as you'd frequently go over more

the little animal will, of course, take a liking to you, and chifuyu wouldn't be able to hold back a proud smile as he watched you mingle with his son

yes, peke j is his son, in his eyes at least. well, your son too now, really

but enough about the cat. knowing that he could finally be closer to you, chifuyu will let out his touch starved side and bring you into his arms any time he could

he's a very affectionate person, and there were no words he could find to describe how happy he was to know that he could finally give all this pent up loving to someone, especially since it was you

see, none of the toman guys look to be very welcoming of hugs and hand holding, so he was left with pretty much nothing for a good while

he will absolutely love having you in his arms. cuddling is frequent with him, no doubt; the two of you can spend hours snuggled together, simply holding small talk as you rested your head against his chest, his fingers running through your hair

being held is another thing he will enjoy immensely

he loves whenever you'd bring him towards you, to the warmth of your body, and plant small kisses on his nose and cheeks

a light shade of pink will always be dusted across his expression every time you'd do this, but he could never care less

he especially loves when you wrap your hands around his neck, fumbling with the ends of his hair as you bring him into a loving kiss. oh he could stay there forever if the time would let him

when the two of you are out, he will always slip his fingers into your hand, entangling them with your own

it's a little thing he does to know that you're there, beside him, and that he is able to stand before you if you were to get into any sort of trouble

speaking of, he will be very, very wary to tell anyone else other than the members he was closest to about you

he wanted you to have nothing to do with the gangs, as he knew well that you could be used as a target if somebody wanted to go against him

if ever you have to go out at night, chifuyu will accompany you

even if it meant leaving a meeting half-way through, he will sprint over to your place to make sure that you'd walk safely through the dark streets of tokyo

he loves you more than anything, and the last thing he needed was to fight off a bunch of gang members after you were attacked by them

moving on from the protective side of this bundle of joy, chifuyu is know to absolutely spoil you

we're talking big time

you want the alpaca in the claw vending machine? he will spend every last penny in his pocket until he gets the fluffy thing

mention a liking towards a certain piece of clothing? he'll show up with it a few days later with the excuse of a 'spontaneous shopping spree and I happened to see it'

on your first anniversary he bought you one of those little teddy bears with a heart that you can put a picture in, with one of the two of you

he couldn't stop looking at it that night as you put it on display in your room, saying how much of a bargain it had been

of course, soon after you got him a similar one, and he would sleep with it. even if you were sleeping over, the soft toy wouldn't be far from the sheets

he just loves anything that has to do with you, honestly

his favourite place to go with you on dates is the cinema, especially if its a scary movie

as much as he doesn't seem like he'd enjoy these types of movies, he will have an absolute blast whenever the two of you went together to see one

he's not one to get scared by them, and if you happen to jump at them, you will literally have to cover his mouth to prevent getting kicked out of the cinema

he finds your jumps hilarious, and he will always know when you're about to get scared because the grip on his hand considerably tightens

he wishes he could capture every one of these moments, as much as you'd beg to differ over the comedic value behind them

all in all, these sweetheart loves you very, very much

and he will remind you of the fact as much as he can

short text messages, letters he'd leave by your door whenever he had a busy day and just straight up telling you, even if you were in the middle of a conversation

he just needs to know how appreciated and important you are to him

and he shall not stop until you realise this

tell him you love him too, though. his reactions are always the best, blushing like a maniac and stuttering with words you could only just make out as praises about yourself

he's just a little lover boy

[goldensstateofgrace]

A night in.

Summary: you braid Harry’s hair and give him a shave.

Warnings: none, fluff

Word count: 1.4k

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You and Harry decided to have a night in to relax and adjust to him being home from tour. This tour was the first for both of you as a married couple. You both had only been married for a short few months before tour kicked off and you barely saw each other. It was time to relax and enjoy eachothers company.

You had visited him on tour, staying with him in the many hotels, flying in early mornings and out late at night. You both didn't have any time to talk, well, you did about how the tour was going, but not the important stuff. 

You didn’t talk about how you were handling it, which wasn’t great. You missed him deeply, and basked in the moments you had together before he was whisked away to perform to thousands of people. 

Now that he’s home you can, you drew a warm bath. Placing a relaxing citrus scented bubble bath mixture into the bath to bubble over as you got undressed and waited for Harry to come up stairs. 

Sinking into the warm bath, you lean against the back of the huge porcelain tub, relaxing your body in the warmth of the water, the citrus aroma smells amazing wafting through the entirety of the bathroom. 

You didn’t realize you started to fall asleep until you felt a light stroke of a hand on your inner thigh. Opening your eyes, you find Harry sitting next to the tub shirtless only in a pair of sweatpants with his hair messy. His hand under the water gripping your thigh in his palm as his thumb strokes soothing circles. 

“I really missed you, bub” you mutter, eyes half lidded as you watch him. 

His eyes hold a soft look, but also tiredness. You know how tired he is, playing two hour shows almost every night for months at a time. 

“I missed you so much more, sweet girl,” he whispers, his eyes scanning over your face, like he’s trying to commit the image to memory forever. 

“Come ‘re, bubs” you say, sitting up in the bath. Your hand cups his jaw as your lips descend softly onto his in a soft full of love kiss. 

Harry gets in the bath behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle. Your head rests on his shoulder, his hands rubbing absentmindedly over your abdomen, his voice light as he sings softly to you. 

“Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever i go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When i run out of road, you bring me home” 

He sings softly to you, his chin buried in the crook of your neck. His arms holding you tight to his chest. 

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest, you’ve never felt so loved. It’s rare for you to get emotional like this, tears are filling your eyes as you listen to him sing to you. You feel so loved, and you know no doubt in your mind that this man is your soulmate. 

You could never imagine being with anyone else, no one could ever compare to him. 

“I love you, bub. So much,” you whisper, not trusting your voice to speak louder because it would crack from the emotions you’re feeling. Tears running down your cheeks, not sad tears, happy ones. 

You’ve never been happier. 

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You and Harry stayed in the bath for a while, just sitting in eachothers arms. You hadn’t even realized the water turned cold until you shivered and Harry was quick to jump out, wrapping a towel around his waist before grabbing one for you. He drained the cold water, wrapping you in the towel and picking you up. 

He set you on the counter, grabbing both of your toothbrushes, covering the bristles in toothpaste before handing it to you. 

You sit there, brushing your teeth as he does, his hand placed down next to your thigh as he holds himself up with it. He grins at you, mouth full of toothpaste. 

“You know what you should let me do?” you say, before spitting into the sink. 

He raises a questioning eyebrow, spitting into the sink and wiping his mouth, “What should i let you do, baby.” An amused look on his face. 

You grin, “you should let me braid your hair and give you a facial!”

His amusement fades, “No,” he shakes his head.

“Why?” you whine, a frown taking over your mouth. 

“Do you remember what happened last time?” he teases. 

Yeah, so it wasn’t the best experience. You may or may not have cut im with the razor, But it was his fault! He was the one that decided he wanted to finger you while you held a sharp razor close to his face. 

“That’s because you couldn’t wait five minutes for me to shave your face, No! You just had to stick your fingers in my cunt and tease me!” you exclaim, showing false seriousness. 

“Yeah bu you liked it,” he says, he voice deepening. His hand that was resting on his side slides from your knee nand up your thigh, his fingers dancing over the inner part of your thigh. 

You falter for a second, “No!, not this time” you say, your hand stopping his hand from moving any further. 

“Baby, please. I promise i won’t cut you this time!” you beg him, your hand hand cupping his jaw. Your thumb runs over the stubble covering his chin. 

You don’t mind it, definitely not when it’s between your thi- no, your not gonna give in. 

“Ok” he gives in. 

You make him wet his face before you take his shaving cream and cover his jawline in it. 

You gently start to shave his face, one hand holding the back ofhis head making sure to keep him still, while the other moves the razor across his jaw. 

His hands hold your hips as you work on shaving his face, his thumbs rubbing into your hips. You shoot hip a look to ‘stop right now, don’t start’. He just smiles down at you. 

“Stop smiling, your dimples are in the way” you scold him. 

He only smiles wider at that, leaning in before you know it and kissing you. Shaving cream going all over your face. 

“Harry!,” you laugh through the kiss. 

He wraps his arms aroun you tighter, smearing the shaving cream further across your face. You don’t realize your towel falling off your top half until they brush along harry’s hard muscular chest. 

He pulls back, looking in between the both of you. You notice his eyes grow darker. Attempting to pull the towel back up he stops you with his deep voice, “stop, i’m letting you shave my face. You can let me stare at your beautiful, fuck, breasts” he groans, his thumbs coming up to rub on your hardening nipples. 

“No touching, do you want to get cut again?!” you say. 

He chuckles, his hands settling back on your waist. 

You continue shaving the little bit thats left, taking a wash cloth and wiping away the shaving cream once your done. You make him wash his face, before you rub mosiurizer into his skin. 

“baby! You look like a baby now” you tease, placing kisses all over his face. His laugh reverbeats off the bathroom walls. 

“I love you, my girl” he whispers, capturing your lips in his. His tongues taking over your mouth, exploring the deep depths of it. 

“Lets go watch a movie” you mutter against his lips, moving of the counter and dropping your towel. 

You put on one of his t-shirts and some undies before getting into bed. He puts on some boxers, leaving his legs and torso free of any garment. 

Your back is resting against the head board, your legs stretched in front of you. He climbs in between your legs, his back to your chest as his head rests on your boobs. 

Your hands run through his long curly hair, massgaging his scalp as he puts on ‘The notebook’. 

You play with his hair through the whole movie, braiding different pieces then taking them out and doing one big braid. Then taking that out and just rubbing his head. 

“Feels s’good” he mutters, eyes focused on the tv. 

“Yeah?” you whisper, your nails scratching softly along his saclp. 

“Yeah,” he sighs, sinking further into your body. 

You stay like that for a while, the movie credits roll. You notice he fell asleep, you softly move to where he’s beside you letting his head fall back on your chest. 

He cuddles into you on his side. His arm lays across your abdomen, holding close to him. 

You couldn’t be happier right now, the love of your life, your soulmate laying on your chest as soft snores fall from his mouth. 

You’re the happiest you’ve ever been, and it’s all thanks to Harry.

[spencerhotchner]

Alternative {spencer reid}

Chapter 1 

summary: Since quarentine was announced, Y/N decided to rewatch all seasons of Criminal Minds. On a lonely night she wished she could be in that universe instead of this. What happens when she wakes up in 2008 in Quantico?

warnings: angst, a very confused reader, regular cm stuff and my grammar (if you find anything else pls lmk

word count: 2k

a/n: i have this idea while watching a movie about parallel universes and all, so i just wanted to try this out. it will be a 10 parts series! im not really sure about this, i think i kinda hate it but im posting it anyways lmao. i hope you gonna enjoy!

series masterlist

part 1 | part 2

You woke up feeling dizzy and with a major headache. At first you thought it was because you drank a whole lot of wine last night but then you saw yourself in a room you never saw before. You stoop up quickly trying to understand where you were and how did you end up there. You were sure that you have never been in this place before, and it was scaring you that you showed up in there.

There was a mirror nailed to the wall in from of you almost forcing you to look at your own body, that made you notice that you were still wearing the same clothes from last night, but you weren’t home. Not being home was odd given by the fact you stayed there with your family and two friends you invited over, since there’s a whole freaking pandemic going on and you for sure did not want to get sick or get other people sick. 

“Did I get kidnapped?” you think out loud. “No, I just watch too much Criminal Minds.” you tell yourself, trying to calm down.

You reach for the face mask placed on the nightstand, getting ready to leave this random place and go home. You tried not to freak out when you realized your phone was gone and the only cellphone in there was probably as old as your grandmother. You dialed your moms number about five times and all of them went on voicemail, making you curse mentally. 

This can’t be happening. Not to me.

As soon as you leave the apartment you were in you realized you weren’t in your hometown, definitely not. It was crowded, like, really crowded and no one was wearing any face masks. Where did the freaking pandemic go? You wondered while you felt like a misfit for being the only one wearing it. 

“Excuse me, can you tell me where I am?” you ask an old lady walking by.

“You’re on Main Street, sweetheart.” she says.

“No, um, I mean the city.” you watched as the old lady looked at you with a funny face, as if she was calling you crazy on her mind.

“We’re in Quantico, dear.”

“Quantico?” you repeat, mostly for yourself then for her. The lady started at you like you were an alien. “Thank you so much, ma’am.”

The air started to go low on you, how did you get to Virginia, anyway? That was across the country from where you lived, Bellevue in Washington state. You started lost walking, trying to understand what the hell was going on. It felt like you were on a parallel universe, like you were in a dream but couldn't wake up and it sure felt very real. You stoped a jornal shop taking a lot at the last newspaper in there, trying to figure if something happened that you were missing. However, nothing reported there shocked you, what did, though, was the date. 

July 1st, 2008

You were about to ask someone about it when you bumped into a blonde woman, falling on the ground. As soon as you looked up, you almost chocked yourself. If the day was already weird, this was even weirder. A.J Cook was standing right in front of you with a concerned look. You couldn't really say anything, just staring at her like she wasn't real. It was weird seeing her in front of you after only seeing her through screens. 

“I’m so sorry!” she said as she offered a hand for you to get up. “Are you ok?”

“I- um, yes! I’m fine.” you san, getting the dirt out of your outfit. “I’m a big fan of yours! Wish I had my phone here to take a picture but- sorry.“ you stoped talking, realizing she probably doesn’t care.

“Big fan of me? Wow, howcome somebody’s a fan of me?” she sounds surprised.

“Well, you’re on Criminal Minds.” you say as it was obvious. 

She looked at you as if you were out of your mind. Not that you weren't thinking otherwise at the moment, anyways. 

“I’m on what now?” she asked.

Maybe you got confused and she was the wrong person, but she looked so much like her to not be her. If they were not the same person, then definitely twins. This was so weird, once again, you found yourself asking ‘what the hell’ mentally.

“You’re JJ, Jennifer Jareau, FBI Agent and all.” you say, trying one more time. “Behaviour Analysis Unit...”

“Yea, that‘s me.” she let a nervous laugh comes out of her mouth. “How do you know me?”

‘This is weird’ you thought. How does she not understand where you know her from? Literally Criminal Minds, like you said at first. ‘Maybe this is all a dream.’

“I saw you on tv” you try.

“Oh, I see! You like law enforcement?” she asks you.

“Oh yes, I’m in law-school to be a judge someday.” you answered. “The show, all of it just makes me wanna put all them bad guys in jail.” you say, laughing a bit. 

“The show...? What?” you hear her whisper, but decide to ignore it. “What’s the mask about?” JJ asks, making you look at her surprised.

“Um, covid-19?” you say like it’s obvious, because it is.

“Oh, sure...” she smiles as she says it, almost like she's only agreeing because she won't discuss it. “Great talking to you, really, but I gotta go, FBI duty calls.” she jokes.

You smile at her watching carefully as she picks up her phone from her pocket and pick up a call. That phone looked awfully old, like 2000’s old. Why would a famous actress have that kinda of phone? Then, you looked around trying to understand more about what was going on. It was all too out of place.

First, nobody wearing masks, not even a single person but you. Second, you were in a city in which is miles away from your own. Third, a famous actress acted like she’s nobody. And fourth, the date on the calendar said 2008.

If it wasn’t just impossible I would say I time travelled into Criminal Minds universe.

After standing there for literal 10 minutes trying to figure it out what you were going to do, you decide to go to the police department. After all, you may have been abducted, right? Because you didn’t have any knowledge of the place, you took quite some time to get there. As soon as you got there you sigh in relief, that has been quite a walk and damn, you were tired of this situation. 

“Excuse me, ma’am, can you help me?” you ask to the lady standing behind the counter.

“Sure, dear. What do you need?” she looks up at you, taking her glasses of her face.

“I think I might have been abducted?” you start. “I woke up in this random apartment.”

“Maybe you had a one-night stand.” she said putting back her glasses.

“No! I am sure I didn’t because first of all, there’s a pandemic going on, second of all I was in Bellevue in Washington state when I went to sleep.” you yell, involuntarily, desperate to make her believe in you. 

“Miss, I’m gonna need you to calm down or you will be escorted out of the building. You’re probably on drugs, there's nothing we can do for you.”

“Fuck you.” you say as you watch her face get all red.

Frustrated. That could define what you were feeling, scared and worried could do the work, as well. What were you going to do now? Go to the FBI to see if they could freaking understand why you simply appeared in Quantico? Didn't sound like a bad idea in your mind as you decided to just try it out. After all, you were already pretty screwed up, it would worth a shot.

You reached for your back pocket, hoping that the money you shoved in there more than a week ago would still be in there. Bingo! You pull out a 20 dollar bill out of it and the next thing you know you’re getting into a cab asking him to take you to the FBI. Now that’s something you never thought would happen. The travel was quite quick, in 20 minutos you were standing in front of that big isolated building. It looked like it was taken straight out of your favorite show, that was insane. 

The wind blew hard on you when you got out of the vehicle, making you shiver a little, that reminded you that you did not have any clothes nor money to buy more. God, you did not even have where to go. You didn't even get the chance to get into the building as a big man steps in front of you, blocking your way. 

“Miss, you're not allowed in this building.” he said without much expression. 

“But, sir-” you started, as you saw he was about to interrupt you, you go on. “Ive been abducted and I don't know where or how the hell did I get in here, I’m completely hopeless... Please.” you beg him.

He started at you for a couple of seconds, that felt like centuries for you, just to sigh at you.

“Ok, follow me.” he said. “Do not make me regret this.” 

“I-I won’t, sir.” you were quick to answer. 

The agent asked another man to cover up for him as he led me into the building. Once again you found yourself admired of how much it did look like a Criminal Minds episode in there, if you weren't totally desperate you'd be amused. Soon, you two were out of the elevator on floor 8, leading with the words Behavior Analysis Unit quite big. 

“Can you take her to Agent Jareau, please?” the man said to someone who passed by, who simply agreed. 

Now, that's a funny coincidence, there's actually an Agent Jareau in the BAU. 

You followed the woman with questioning trying to stay calm when you saw Matthew Gray Gubler sitting on a desk reading some book in Reid style, almost like he was Spencer himself. If you had any doubts you were going crazy, that was the final proof. You stoped walking, taking a stare at him and then at the Agent that stared a you like you were an alien.

“Is there something wrong?” she asks you. “Miss, are you ok?”

You were unable to answer for a few seconds when you finally opened you mouth, still trying to figure it out how to say what was on your mind without sounding completely insane.

“Is that Dr. Spencer Reid?” 

And that was all you’re able to say because as soon as you let his name out of your mouth he looked up at you, trying to somehow recognize you. You were sure, that time, that you never looked - and sounded - as insane as right now. 

“Yes, that's me.” he answers. 

His voice was the last thing you could hear before everything go black. Maybe you were finally going to wake up. Maybe. 

[navegandoaciegas]

I’d love to see some car/bike/plane sex because why not :)

Travelling with Bucky would include:

Kinktober 4/31: sex in public places

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (beefy!bucky, smut, explicit language, sex in public places, rough sex, anal/oral/vaginal sex)

A/N: Day 4 of @itgetsdarksometimes35 Spooky Challenge/Kinktober.

bucky’s favorite activity is taking you on long, scenic rides on his black honda bike

you love the thrill of speeding along the empty streets at sunrise, the loud rumble of bucky’s bike the only sound for miles. he loves your tight hold on his waist and your warm body agaist his back

you let your hands roam on his leather jacket lower and lower until you’re palming his cock through his jeans, feeling him grow hard and throb underneath you with each stroke

you can’t hear a word he says, but you can feel his back vibrate with a grunt

he takes the closest exit and drives a couple of miles until you reach a secluded area. the bike slows down until it comes to a stop and you both get out of your helmets

“what do you think you’re doing, kitten, teasin’ me like that?” he murmurs, hands hiking up your skirt and stopping just before your soaked panties “you like acting like a little slut, don’t you?”

“i love it” you purr, knowing damn well what the punishment for doing dangerous things like touching him while he drives is

as predicted he takes you against his bike, your skirt bunched at your waist, his grip on your breast brusing as he pounds into you from behind

“oh my god, harder, fuck me harder” you beg, drool coming out of your mouth and eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“so tight, made for me, look how well you’re taking my cock baby”

he loves leaving bitemarks and hickeys all over your neck

also loves forcing your mouth open and spitting inside it, “now swallow like the good slut you are babygirl”

“cum doll, i want you to cum all over my cock and make a mess of yourself, wanna watch as i make you fall apart”

nothing compares to the feeling of you clenching on his cock, you walls fluttering around him as pleasure wrecks through you

your whole body tenses up and your release spills out of you and all over his cock. the beautiful wanton moans you let out and the way you scream his name make tip him over the edge

he keeps pummeling inside you until he feels his own release get close

“fuck doll, i’m so close, im gonna-“

he yanks you down on your knees and shoots his load all over you, panting your pretty face with his cum

he groans when he sees you lick your lips clean and collect some of his cum on your fingers, pushing it in your mouth

“god baby, you’re so fuckin’ perfect. what’d i do to deserve you”

cleans you up because he’s a gentleman

you ride into the sunrise to your next destination

very much like babies, bucky tends to fall asleep when he rides shotgun, and you love stealing glances of his sweet scrunched up face as he snoozes peacefully

very fussy and clingy when he wakes up

“doll” he whines “pull over please, wanna stretch m’ legs”

he will leave sloppy wet kisses all over your neck and cup your pussy while you try to drive without crashing the car

clearly doesn’t practice the road safety he preaches

ignores your scolding and keeps being a needy asshole until you pull over. literally jumps on you and slants his mouth agaist yours as soon as you turn off the engine

he lets his tongue explore your mouth whilst cradling your neck with his prosthetic hand, while the flesh one travels to you core, and finds you wet and aching for him

“didn’t you want to stretch your legs?” you ask

“i don’t mind stretching something else”

hands roaming all over your body, yours mussing up his hair, you feel the need for him build quickly in your cunt

you know those windows are gonna get all fogged up

he’s so beefy and tall that he keeps hitting his shins on the shift and slamming his head against the door, making you giggle

“i miss that tight little pussy of yours babygirl” he murmurs between kisses

you ride him on the backseat, your clothes still on, his hands rough as they knead your flesh and leave bruises all over your skin as you bounce your ass up and down his cock

you’re all sweaty and out of breath, but you only care about the pleasant burn of him stretching you and the throbbing ache in your pussy

“i wouldn’t mind stretching that little ass either, you know”

he gets his fingers wet with your slick and prods your puckered hole, getting you ready before sliding one past your tight rim

you feel an orgasm build up at the fullness of his cock in your pussy and his fingers in your ass

“fuck, ‘m so close baby, don’t stop, you feel so good inside me”

you keep bouncing on him as he slides his fingers in and out of your rim

“please bucky, i want you to fuck my ass too, stretch this tight little hole with your cock” you whine, and he doesn’t need to be told twice before pulling out of you and turning you around with your back to his chest

he lines his cock with your entrance and slams himself past your rim while his hand furiously rubs against your clit

“‘m gonna cum baby, gonna fill your ass up so good with my cum”

waves of pleasure overcome you and the coil inside your core snaps. you cum hard, your release gushing out of you while he shoots his load inside you

bucky loves watching his cum drip out of your abused holes when he’s done with you, especially loves the way your rim quivers around nothing, missing the fullness only he can give you

can never not make fun of you...

“what, i stretched you too much baby? need me to pull over?” he will tell you with a chuckle everytime he sees your squirm on your seat

...but you love him anyways

you fly first class because of that avenging money

you’re relaxing on your very reclined seat, watching the same movie for the hundreth time and enjoying a glass of white wine

you feel yourself getting drowsy until your hear the sharp sound of the curtains sliding on the metal railing

“doll, ‘m bored” bucky mumbles, laying next to you and nuzzling onto your side

“watch a movie?”

“i don’t like the ones they have”

“sleep”

“‘m not tired”

“listen to music”

“don’t feel like it”

you huff when you feel him peppering soft kisses along your jawline

“what the hell are you doing?” you whisper shout when his hand finds its way under the fuzzy blanket that covers you

“‘m gonna make you feel so good”

you are about to protest again but his fingers delve in your folds, “already so wet for me?”

he smears your arousal around and draws circles around your swollen clit with his thumb while the rest of his hand dips in your channel

he crooks his fingers inside you until he finds the spongy spot you said you liked being touched on, and he starts jerking his hand

the vibration in your cunt and his thumb on your clit are almost too much as you writhe in pleasure and try to keep your sounds to a minimum

he whispers soft, hushed praises in your ear, “good girl, doing so well, not making a sound, i love you so fuckin’ much baby”

you cum quickly, your walls clamping down on his hand, and he swallows your wanton moans with a rough kiss

he licks his fingers clean of your arousal and cuddles you in his arms until you both fall asleep

he’s never been happier in his long life than he is with you

Sorry I couldn’t write a whole one shot today, but this weekend was super busy! I hope you liked it anyways, please leave some feedback if you can💓

[tywrites]

catching their s/o masturbating | headcannons

request: "Kuroo, Tsukishima, and Wakajima (seperate) catching their s/o masterbating? thank u!"

a/n: this concept man,,,, it's hot,,,, ;)) hope you enjoy, anon, thanks for being my first request! i wasn't sure how smutty/detailed you wanted it so i just kinda went for it haha <3 also! i only did tsukki and kuroo bc my inspo was lil down but i hope you like it regardless!! any feedback is really appreciated

pairings: kuroo tetsurou x reader, tsukishima kei x reader

warnings: nsfw! degradation in tsukki's part, mutual masturbation, and a lot of swearing obviously, it’s all under the cut <3

KUROO

ok so, we all know how much of a tease kuroo is. like, he makes fun of you for everything so BE ASSURED that he's gonna make fun of you big time for this

he comes over to your apartment to chill n watch some movies (he has a key bc duh, he's your s/o) and when he walks in, he hears something a lil,,,

suggestive ;)

so ofc he goes to investigate and he stands outside your room with his ear FULLY pressed up against the door shksjs

through the door, he's able to hear your little pants and soft moans as you touch yourself

at first he just listens to your moans and curses with the biggest smirk on his face because he's already thinking of all the teasing he's gonna be doing to you after this

and thinking about some other stuff he'll be doing to you if you get my drift ;))

eventually, he's trying to decide whether to go in and interrupt because y'know, he's having a lot of fun out here buuuut he could also be having some fun in there with you

but his decision is clear when he hears you moan out his name

"kuroo... fuck,"

as soon as he hears that, he's immediately flinging open the door with a huge grin on his face (and a huge problem in his pants IM SORRY)

"need some help babe?" he'd say, all smug

"...kuroo you literally have the biggest boner stfu"

you're blushing so hard, you're literally so embarrassed he heard you oh my lord

"aw, is my pretty baby embarrassed? we all get needy sometimes, nothing to be ashamed of," he'd tease before f i n a l l y entering the room fully and closing the door behind him

he'd stalk up to you and cage you in between his arms while you lay on the bed. he'd be whispering how dirty you were for touching yourself without him while his hands wandered over your body

"kuroo, please just touch me,"

"hm? i didn't hear that, wanna say that a bit louder?"

"fuck you-"

you feel so fucking vulnerable right now and he's just TEASING YOU. he knows how needy you are right now and honestly your begging is making him even more hard than he already is (if that's even possible)

eventually he just wouldn't be able to continue much longer and would give into your pleas once you tell him how badly you want him

he'd find it really hot to recreate the situation you'd been thinking of when you were masturbating

and believe me, he'd make up for his teasing through how many times he'd make you come that night-

TSUKISHIMA

again, this salty prick will NEVER let you live this down man

he'd have been taking a shower. a long shower. and honestly you just couldn't help but give yourself a little release. like, he'd KNOWN how horny you were while you two were chilling on his bed watching movies, but just before y'all were about to do the deed, he conveniently decided to go take a shower.

and at this point he must have been taking the piss, he'd been in there for an HOUR. and you had needs!! so you decided to take matters into your own hands

literally.

once he'd stepped out of the shower and turned it off, he could hear what you were doing IMMEDIATELY. like, you were NOT holding back whatsoever

you wanted him to know what he was missing out on

so, he'd walk down to his room but he wouldn't walk in. he'd stay outside the door, listening to you pant and moan out his name

"kei oh my god-"

cue instant boner

he'd just kinda sigh to himself at your pettiness (EVEN THOUGH HE STARTED IT) and eventually his hand would subconsciously rubbing himself through his sweatpants

your moans would just egg him on and he'd just be touching himself outside his bedroom, not holding back his moans either. honestly he found the whole situation really hot, knowing you were getting off to the thought of him. you'd hear him and smirk to yourself and be even louder, wanting to fucking break him and make him come in to h elp you

"kei... fuck, i'm gonna come-"

as soon as he hears this, the door opens sharply, revealing him standing there with his hard dick out and a dangerous look in his eye. he'd walk over to you, standing in front of the bed.

"go on, darling, come for me."

well,,, you didn't expect that

but honestly, it's kinda hot watching him jerk himself off while watching you fuck yourself to the thought of him. so you comply

you start to get closer and closer and he's saying so many dirty things

"that's right, fuck yourself you little slut,"

"what are you imagining right now? is it my fingers? or is it my cock inside your wet pussy?"

"you just couldn't wait, could you? you need my cock that badly, huh?"

he'd get you so close to orgasm with his words until!! he just!! tells you stop????

you look up at him with the most frustrated look like who tf does he think he is? he's just smirking at you, still wanking his cock and staring straight into your eyes.

"do you think you deserve to come? after being such a naughty girl and touching yourself without me? i don't think sluts get to come, do you?"

this bitch. you just whimper helplessly and he lAUGHS at you and walks over so he's standing over you with his dick in your face.

he tells you to finish him off and honestly you're so horny right now that you don't even argue. after he comes down your throat, he FINALLY helps you out with those long ass fingers

expect a LOT of overstimulation.

[duskamethyst]

only mine.

a/n: my first bnha fic! im in love with the anime and i simp for so many characters aha

word count: 1.6k

genre: mature, implied nsfw (characters are aged up)

warnings: kidnapping, drugging, yandere behavior

pairing: yan!kaminari x gn!reader

summary: you and kaminari are fuck buddies. 

“man, can’t you just sleep over?” kaminari groans as he rolls onto his side, his elbow props himself up to watch you get off the bed to collect your clothes that were stripped and thrown onto the floor. 

“denki, no.” you say sternly while putting on your hoodie, missing the pouty look on the male’s face. 

“not even for one night?” he pleads. 

“nope!” you stick out your tongue teasingly before walking towards the door and turning the knob. “not ever.”

“sheesh, you’re such a hardass.” 

“call me whatever you want,” you roll your eyes as you step out and slowly close the door before peeking your head in again, “see ya.”

it has been months since you and kaminari been fucking on each other’s bed. it started with small talks before he (quickly-- after just a couple of times seeing each other)  began to openly flirt with you. kaminari was a fun a guy to be around with, kind of dumb and he looked like he meant no harm. you decided to entertain the fellow, shamelessly retaliate his flirtatious behavior (which was so much better than his game that it made him flustered often) until the both of you found yourselves together, bare and dripping with sweat in bed. 

you and kaminari formed a “pact” that it should remain as is, no strings attached and leaving the only label on it as fwb. being each others’ booty call is hell lot of fun, the sex is bomb and you don’t have to commit and have feelings for each other. you made it clear that this should remain a secret and that you both are free to fuck around with other people too but as much you’d like to believe that he understood it, kaminari never failed to constantly spam your phone with unnecessary texts about your well being, how your day went or asking if you wanted to go to shopping with him. it was a bit suffocating but if he was lucky enough, he’d get a short reply if not left on read.

you stick to your own belief that is to leave as soon as you’re done wrecking each other. no cuddles, no pillow talks or whatever those cheesy things couples normally do because the more time you spend together, there would be no doubt that one of you would start to catch feelings and it’s the last thing you want to have right now. the longest that you would stay at his place was only to take a quick shower after doing the deed, but not before having him almost begging to come in with you.

still, that doesn’t stop the male to often ask you to hang out and stay with him after a couple of hours together. you had to constantly remind him how this whole thing works but sometimes you could still see how he was burning holes behind other people who he thought was looking at you for too long or making you laugh too much and you couldn’t help but to wonder if he was taking this differently from you. whenever you confronted him about it, he’d get extremely defensive about his behavior and said you were just imagining it or that he was joking. not wanting to argue any further, you’d often leave it at that.

hanging around with the guys is when his little antics gets worse. kirishima often invites the crew to his place to play video games and he always manages to find a way to lay a finger on you or openly flirts with you. he’d usually make sure that he is the one that gets to sit next to you or purposely hangs an arm protectively around your shoulders as he casually speaks to the others-- which earns the both of you some weird looks. kaminari notices it and he lives for it. it makes him even prouder to be able to claim you in some sort of way.

“been kinda wondering-- you guys are fucking each other or something?” sero suddenly questions while his eyes are glued to the screen in desperation of beating bakugou in the racing game.

“hell ye- OUCH!” you yank your elbow on kaminari’s side to cut him off.

“who the hell would?” you quickly reply, earning some laughs from the other males present. 

“then, you’re free after this?” he turns his head to wink at you, giving a small room of opportunity for bakugou to slip through sero’s car and eventually finish the whole two laps. 

the blonde male grunts and hits sero’s head with his controller, “fucking idiot! you didn’t even take this seriously! kirishima! you’re next!”

“well, someone’s bound to take care of that bump on your head now, huh?” you tease, and sero is one to quickly catch on to that as a wide grin spreads across his face. 

“dude, i owe you one!” he chuckles and lightly taps on bakugou’s shoulder. 

“i should’ve kicked you in the balls.” he grumbles, finger expertly pushing one of the joysticks as he chooses his preferred sports car for the next race.

the night goes on as usual, each of you taking turns on the racing game that bakugou insists on only playing for the rest of the night which none of you dared to say otherwise. everyone has their shares of laughs, you think-- missing the scowl on kaminari’s face whenever you choose to only spare him your half-assed attention while sero shows you his collection of memes on his phone. it’s probably mean of him to think how sero looks like a fucking simp that has to impress you in order to woo you for the night but he couldn’t care less. he knows you best-- knows how you do things your way and seeing you “subtly” being flirtatious right in front of his face angers him to no end. 

you’re acting like it, like a... what was it again? a whore? it has been at the tip of his tongue but he doesn’t dare to say it. he feels bad enough to even think about you that way and know that he shouldn’t since you both are in this stupid “relationship” that people use as an excuse just to hop from one dick or pussy to another because they’re too “afraid” of or don’t want any commitments or whatever. kaminari gets the idea, he’s not that dense but it’s unfair how he can’t bring himself to do things like you-- not when he’s already catching feelings this quick.

for the sake of not wanting to ruin the night nor the only thing that binds you to him, he chooses to keep his cool until you guys part ways. he doesn’t even realize how hard he’s clenching his fists when he finds out that you left with sero while he’s gone for a bathroom break. 

— come over tonight? ;-)

a week has passed since that night. you notice that kaminari haven’t been constantly flooding your inbox like he used to and it has been the least of your worries. in fact, you enjoyed it. you had your time being around other people more without having them to think that he’s a threat to them and he was less touchy than he used to be. you have no clue about the reason for his change in attitude and you couldn’t find the reason to ponder about it anyways.

he comes over as asked, an activity that is far from foreign for the both of you. kaminari happily shows you the bottle of booze from his bag as he enters your home-- neither of you has to say it, you both know that you’re going to have mindless, drunk sex tonight. 

“don’t worry, i’ll make sure to sleep on the couch.” he reassures, pouring the liquor into two glasses in your kitchen as you sit down lazily on the couch. 

“you better be,” you reply, going through the movies available on netflix from the tv screen. “you can choose what you wanna watch.”

kaminari walks over and offers you one of the glasses before sitting down next to you. he goes through the movies before choosing one, sipping on his drink and glancing towards you through the corner of his eyes once in a while. he can’t help but to suppress a smile through his glass when he catches you take a gulp and your face squirm at the bitter taste. 

“it’s so strong.” you mumble after a few more sips and a few minutes into the movie that you are trying to pay attention to. you believe that your alcohol tolerance isn’t that bad but the way those few sips are already making your head spin instead of the familiar high that should succumb your mind by now.

“for real? i think you’re just imagining it.” he replies coyly as his eyes bore through the screen.

“i’m not--” the spinning starts to become unbearable and your eyelids are getting heavy so you quickly lay your head down and close your eyes on the couch in an attempt to soothe it down before kaminari reaches to rub smooth circles on your head.

“shh, do you wanna puke?” his voice is too calm despite the situation. knowing him, he’d be absolutely frantic when things go wrong. you try to open your eyes, but the lights do nothing but cruelly inflict the pain even more. 

“no.. i just-- carry me to bed..?” you whine as you welcome the comfort he’s offering.

kaminari just watches you as you slowly drift into a deep slumber, your chest heaving up and down as you breathe. he calls your name a few times to test the waters before he finally lets out a sinister chuckle and hovers over your body to kiss your cheek.

“poor baby. don’t worry, i’ll bring you somewhere nicer.” he whispers as he gazes adoringly at your unlively state. so vulnerable. 

“then i can have you all to myself.”

duskamethyst © 2020 • do not modify, translate or repost anywhere.

[foilfreak]

BEAUTY AND HER BEAST: Chapter 8

WARNING PLZ READ BEFORE CONTINUING: This fic is rated NSFW and contains graphic depictions of things some people may find disturbing or alarming, including, but not limited to: violence, gore, unhealthy family relationships, Oedipus complexes, gratuitous amount of pornographic literature, ableist language, physical, mental, and emotional abuse, etc. If you are someone who does not enjoy fiction with these elements in them, then I suggest you refrain from reading this, because this fic will have all that, and probably a lot more. So, this is your first and final warning to turn around and go somewhere else if stuff like this just isn't your vibe, because from this point forward, your emotional wellbeing is in your own hands, and I will not be accepting blame if you disregarded my warnings and ended up reading something you didn't like. Idk why I feel compelled to write one of these despite this being Resident Evil fanfic, but I figured I'd cover my ass just in case.

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Several days had passed since Salvatore had sought out both his younger sisters, requesting items like jewelry or clothing they’d be willing to part with that Salvatore could gift to Nadine, as a sort of soft and informal introduction to ease the young woman’s mind and prove he meant her no harm.

The plan seems to be going rather well, as far as Salvatore can tell. Nadine found the gifts he’d laid out for her rather easily, and even correctly wondered if the person who lived here had left them for her purposefully. She seemed wary of the items for a time, though she seemed pretty wary of everything in the reservoir at the moment, but eventually she deemed them safe enough to accept, throwing the long white nightgown Salvatore had procured from Donna over her petit azure frame, and strapping the delicate golden locket Alcina had graciously donated around her neck.

Salvatore practically drooled when he first saw Nadine, slightly sheer satin nightgown flowing elegantly in the gentle afternoon breeze and golden chain glittering beautifully against her white speckled, ocean blue skin. She looked like a goddess, a true figure of pure ethereal power and beauty. Even the biting cold of winter wasn’t enough to touch the young woman, shielded and protected by her own glowing radiance.

Despite looking every bit like an other-worldly deity worthy of unending human devotion and worship, Nadine’s face held nothing but fear, anxiety, and loneliness as she aimlessly wandered the seemingly empty docks and windmills surrounding the reservior’s watery interior. An occasional dejected “hello?” still echoes out throughout the reservoir every few hours, growing less and less hopeful with each passing round of silence Salvatore spends hiding away from view.

The disfigured man’s heart twists and stabs in pain every time he cowers away from Nadine’s soft, anxious calls, desperately wanting to comfort the young woman in her moment of confusion and fear, but still so terrified of her inevitable reaction to his appearance that he finds himself unable to do anything but skitter shamefully to his room beneath the surface and try to drown her out with one of his old romance films.

How pitiful.

Salvatore spends much of his time lamenting and pitying himself over his soul crushing loneliness and his intense desire for a love of his own, and yet here he is, taking refuge in an old romance film while he hides himself away from the real woman he could be making his own romance film with, were he not a massive coward and a horrific freak of nature unworthy of anyone’s love and affection, of course. What a cruel irony it is, to have the one thing you want, more than anything else in the world, dangled just inches in front of your face, and yet knowing, before you’ve even tried, that it’ll never be yours.

Salvatore knows that no matter how much of a romance story this whole situation might seem like, Nadine will never be able to love him in the way the gorgeous women in the movies love their tall, dashing, dark-haired lover men. Not only was Salvatore the exact opposite of tall and dashing by literally everyone’s standards, but his patches of dry, greasy dark-hair did little to salvage the violent wreckage that was Salvatore’s whole appearance.

There was absolutely no way Nadine would ever be able to love someone as hideous as Salvatore, so perhaps the best thing to do would be to contact Miranda and inform her that, while he greatly enjoyed his gift, Salvatore didn’t feel he would be able to appreciate her in the way she deserved to be appreciated in all her beauty and wonder, and that perhaps it would be better for Mother Miranda to find better arrangements for her elsewhere.

“I-it’s for the b-best… i-i think… a-after all… Nadine… d-doesn’t want t-to live i-in a d-dingy place… l-like this for… for the r-rest of h-her… l-life… m-much less with… w-with someone l-like me… s-she’d hate th-that… im c-certain” Salvatore laments aloud, dipping his head downward as tears of painful realization and sorrowful acceptance pour down his face like waterfalls of lonely depression, already fully set on contacting Mother Miranda as soon as morning came.

“While it's very kind of you to keep my best interest in mind, I do think I am more than capable of making my own decisions regarding what’s the best place for me, thank you very much” a soft voice responded suddenly, causing Salvatore’s head to whip in the direction the sound was coming from in startled shock. “This place is a little rundown, sure, but the windmills still stand tall and the water is always just the right temperature, so I don’t think this would be the worst place to live, if I had to… so long as I wasn’t alone, at least.”

Even in the dimly lit area located at the end of the hallway, Nadine still looked so gorgeously stunning and elegant. It was incredible how she managed to sound so casual and yet look so ethereal.

In the brief moment before his panic set in, Salvatore couldn’t help but pause and marvel at the spot down the hall where the young woman stood, her gaze locked directly onto him and yet she showed no signs of having seen him. She even went as far as to begin moving about behind the large boards that blocked her from entering the room, clearly trying to get a better look at the room and, more importantly, the person she suspects is in it.

After a surprisingly large jump that launched Nadine all the way up to the ceiling, just narrowly avoiding hitting her head, Salvatore’s eyes grew wide and his mouth hung open in stupefied shock as the sight of Nadine, moving the way she was at the end of the hallway, brought to Salvatore’s mind a scene from one of his favorite romance films. In the particular scene Salvatore is thinking of, the actress’ character is an aspiring prima ballerina, and she’s having a brief moment of bonding with her fellow ballerina’s after a long, but successful performance. Dressed in a nightgown not too unlike the one Nadine is currently wearing, the ballerina is showing the others how to do other kinds of dance, like polka or Irish step dancing, but by the end of the scene the group of ballerinas are all merely jumping about the room excitedly, laughing and cheering while carelessly throwing themselves into the air, only to land gracefully back on their feet.

While not exactly the same obviously, the resemblance between Nadine and the absolutely stunning ballerina in the movie, in both silhouette and style of movement, was almost uncanny.

Stretched out as high as her short legs would allow, strong and gorgeously defined muscles flexed almost instinctually with every rapid twist, curl, bend, and jump of the young woman’s tiny body. Her lucious silhouette was only aided by the feminine aura of the long, sheer nightgown as it trailed after her with every movement. The delicate satin material caresses the sharp ridges of her muscular back and shoulders with the same tenderness and love as it does the weight of her breasts or the pillowy layer of protection atop her midsection. The lower half of the nightgown, cinched just below the breasts, twisted and jerked in whatever direction was necessary to keep up with the speed at which Nadine was fluttering and jumping about upon the tips of her toes. Her legs were hidden by the ferocious speed of her movements, but Salvatore did not need to see her legs to have some idea of what they were, or perhaps merely could be, capable of.

Whether or not Nadine was actually a ballerina herself, or if Salvatore’s delusions were merely that realistic now, the young woman appeared to move with nothing but effortless grace that hides the raw power and physical strength it takes to float as carelessly and as quickly as the young woman was, clearly growing more and more frustrated the longer her search failed to reveal what she was looking for.

Still paralyzed by the sudden presence of Nadine in his personal space, Salvatore could do nothing but hold his breath and hope that the light at the end of the hall didn’t reach far enough to reveal his presence in the room. The TV was still on, but the movie playing on it had finished running long ago, meaning the only thing being displayed now was a static filled screen that proved someone had been here at some point in time, but thankfully wasn’t a dead giveaway from the start.

“Helloooooooo… I heard someone talking on my way in, so I know that someone is down here. Please… just come out, ok… I won’t hurt you… honestly” the raven haired woman begs softly, her movements slowing a bit to allow more of her air to be used for speaking rather than jumping to look over beams over and over again.

Salvatore’s heart ached at Nadine’s desperate tone, knowing all too well what the mutant woman is going through right now, but trying his best to remain strong, since giving in means dooming this perfect young specimen to a life of bitter misery and unending terror, regardless of the best effort he’d try to put in. Whatever short term gain Nadine could get from being with him would only come back to bleed her dry once Salvatore was sufficiently attached, and therefore unable to allow her to leave once she inevitably decides that she’s had enough of pretending to love a disgusting freak of nature.

Salvatore had never been very good at accurately predicting the outcomes of situations, but he knew for certain that Nadine was in no way deserving of the hellish punishment that living in the reservoir with him would undoubtedly become, if it didn’t start out that way from the beginning, that is. Perhaps the young woman could convince herself to accept her situation and play into his affections as a means of survival for a short time, but based on what he’s heard of Nadine thus far, Salvatore doubts such a strongwilled and dangerous woman would allow herself to play wife and sex slave to anyone for very long. If she didn’t somehow successfully murder him in his sleep within the first 48 hours of her “slavery”, it would only be a matter of time before she finally ran out of patience and unleashed... whatever the hell it was she did back in the labs, upon him.

For a brief moment, Salvatore entertains the question of whether Nadine could potentially be strong enough to take him out with a single hit, as well as whether that thought should be something he finds arousing or not. His thoughts are quickly interrupted however, by the sound of shuffling and grunting, and upon turning his head toward the sudden racket, Salvatore is horrified to see Nadine, just small enough to fit her tiny body between the thin cracks of the boarded up wall, attempting to climb through the barrier, and enter the TV room.

Body shaking and voice beginning to tremble slightly, alongside his already labored breathing, Salvatore unsteadily backed his way further into the room, putting his hands out in front of him as if to try and stop Nadine from entering, though he makes no move to physically eject the invading woman himself, oddly enough.

“N-nooo… p-please… don’t come i-in...” Salvatore stutters helplessly, shrinking further in on himself in fear as the young woman effortlessly slips through the wooden boards like a slippery eel, quickly and easily landing on her feet before turning back to the mostly darkened room.

“H-Hello?” Nadine calls out again nervously, taking a tentative step forward, both hands extended outward beside her until her left hand made contact with the wall. Gaining some purchase on the vertical slabs of wood, Nadine slowly turns her head to look about the room, carefully inspecting everything from atop the surface of Salvatore’s messy desk, to the very dark corner in the back right of the room that Salvatore himself was currently shoved as far into as physically possible.

Nadine stuck her arm out in front of her and began slowly walking toward the opposite wall, eyes open, but unfocused, and right hand waving aimlessly in the air for a brief moment, as though trying to feel around for the other wall despite it clearly being right in front of her. The hooded man had no idea how she hadn’t seen him yet, he could practically feel how absolutely ridiculous he looked, his bony, weathered, turtle-esque body hunched as low to the ground as possible with his chin tucked between his knees and hands covering the rest of his face, leaving only the smallest bit of space through which he could observe Nadine’s inevitable reaction to him. And yet, despite the amount of time the young woman spent glancing over Salvatore, back and forth across the room, her bright golden eyes resembling that of a ravenous alligator in their intensity and ferociousness, no scream left her plush lips nor did fear and horror suddenly mar her supple face. In fact, not only had the mutant woman not seen him yet, but it was in that exact moment that the reason why Nadine couldn’t see Salvatore, obviously shoved into the corner, just to her bottom left, became immediately clear to him.

“Y-You’re blind...”

[rubberfuckey]

the party - jj maybank

a/n: omg ok hi!! this is my first smut so definitely please let me know what you think!! also it’s almost 4am so again if there are any mistakes i apologize, i tried to proofread as best as i could lol

words: 2.4k

warnings: smuuuut, pls wrap it bf you tap it

“jj, please!” you begged, you had been going back and forth about whether he would accompany you to this end of summer party your parents were forcing you to go to. you had asked a few times over the past month but now as it was getting closer you were running out of time to somehow convince him to be your date. 

“why are you so hellbent on me going? you know it’s not my thing” he said as he rolled his eyes. he had a point, and usually you wouldn’t be so nagging about something that clearly made him uncomfortable. truthfully you didn’t know why you were so desperate to get him to go with you, of course you’d love for him to go anywhere with you no questions asked, but you really wanted to have fun at this last party before school started again. it also didn’t help that you didn’t want to be stuck on the sidelines with your mom while all the other teenagers had someone to hang out with. any other time jj would do whatever you wanted with one look at your puppy dog eyes but he seemed to be sure of his decision for this event.

“fine.” you muttered, walking away from where he was standing in your kitchen. he followed you into your living room where you sat on your sofa flicking through movies on netflix trying to find one to distract you. 

“babe, please don’t be disappointed” he reached out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, “i’m just not the kind of guy who dresses up and makes small talk at those stupid parties, you know that.” 

you nodded, forcing a small smile through your lips “i know. it’s okay, it was stupid anyways.”

-

a week after that conversation, you had three days left until the party and you hadn’t brought it back up to jj. kiara was with you in your room as you tried on the dress you had just gotten back from getting alterations. 

“daaaamn y/n you look good as fuck!” she laughed as you did a little twirl in the long baby blue dress. 

“thanks kie! i just wish jj would come with me to see it for himself” you sighed, looking at yourself in the mirror. you really did feel pretty in the dress. 

before she could respond, your mom walked into your room “oh y/n it’s beautiful! you look so great, just wait until jj sees you!” after a year of dating, your mom had finally come around to the idea of her daughter dating a pogue, and actually really liked to have him around. your dad wasn’t in the picture, so it was nice to have the extra company for family dinners occasionally.

“mom he’s not coming, it’s just too kooky for him i guess.” you said shortly as you went into the bathroom to change back into your shorts and tank top. 

“well we can’t have that, can we?” she asked when she knew you were out of earshot, looking towards kiara who shook her head with a smile.

-

the day was finally here, but you were nowhere near excited to go anymore. your mom helped you style your hair as you checked your phone for like the twentieth time waiting for jj to text you back but he had been pretty quiet all day. 

“sweetie we’re going to have a great time tonight, just you and me! like a girls night out.” she smiled at you through the mirror. 

“you’re right mom, thank you” you returned the smile.

little did you know she had a little surprise for you waiting for you downstairs.

-

“ow get the fuck off my hair!” jj exclaimed as kie tried to push a comb through it. 

“shut up, jj! do you want y/n to be surprised or not? i still can’t believe you said no to her in the first place, that’s like unheard of” she joked, trying to straighten his tie. they were currently hiding in your downstairs bathroom waiting for you to come down. 

“yea because i really don’t want to do this,” he grumbled, reaching for the tie that she had just perfected, “but i want her to be happy.”

“it’ll be worth it once you see her.”

as if on cue, you walked down the stairs and saw kie on the couch acting as casual as possible. she jumped up and gave you a huge hug. it was weird being so dressed up, typically you just threw on a tank top or one of jj’s shirt and a pair of shorts with little to no makeup. 

“kie look at you, you look gorgeous! we look like real kooks now! maybe we should go full kook and leave the pogues behind us.” you joked.

“wow, im hurt y/n” you heard from behind you and you jumped around to see jj in a full suit holding a few pansies that he definitely picked from your mom’s flower box out front.

“jj, what the hell!”

“surprise baby! i’m here to be your knight in shining armor.” he said with a cheeky smile. you hugged him tightly and he kissed your forehead as he backed away from you to get a good look at you in your dress. his jaw just about fell open. “wow” he whispered like he was stunned. you blushed and looked down to your heels as his eyes stuck to you. he stood still, taking you all in completely forgetting about kiara and your mother in the room. you leaned up to kiss him, until you heard your mom and kie fake gagging in the background. you pulled away and giggled looking at your favorite people. as they turned away to start a conversation of their own, you looked back up to jj still in his arms, “you look so fucking beautiful” he said softly.

“and you look so fucking good in that suit,” lifting yourself up onto your tiptoes you whispered, “i can’t wait to take it off of you later”. you left a little kiss right under his ear as he blushed.

-

you had been at the party for about an hour now, and so far no kooks had caused any problems for you or jj and he seemed to be enjoying himself, or more so the food. as it started to get darker, you stood up in front of him to grab his hands and pull him to the dance floor. 

“no y/n, i’m here but dancing? that crosses the line.” he shook his head as he ate what had to be his fifth dinner roll of the night. your mom had left to go talk to some of her business associates and kiara was stuck sitting with her parents so it was just you two. you grabbed his hand back and slyly put it behind you, directly on your ass. “please j?” you smirked as his face lit up and he jumped up to drag you to the dance floor. 

as the song was changing to a slower one, you put your arms around his shoulder and his hadn’t moved from where you had them earlier. you laid your head on his shoulder and looked at him as best as you could.

“what made you change your mind about coming?”

“i saw how disappointed you were and i can’t let my girl down like that. and your mom told me if i didn’t come she’d try to set you up with a kook.” you couldn’t help but laugh at your mom's antics. she was truly the best mom you could’ve asked for and it made you happy to know that she liked jj as much as she did.

“i’m so in love with you” you say as you grabbed his face with both your hands. he leans down to kiss you softly but you bring him down to your height to deepen the kiss. wrapping your arms around his neck he lightly squeezes your ass, one of his hands moving up to the middle of your back to bring you even closer to him. you slipped your tongue into his mouth before he pulled away out of breath.

“let’s continue this somewhere else, okay?” he asked, bringing you back down to earth to see you were still around a whole crowd of people. grabbing his hand, you drag him away from the dance area not caring who saw. jj couldn’t help the smile on the face as he caught glimpses of adults looking over disapprovingly. as you walked into the cool air conditioning you looked for any room you could get him alone in.

“little eager, aren’t we?” the smirk was prominent on his face as he let you drag him into the bathroom and lock the door. this was different for you guys, typically jj was the one taking charge but seeing him here with you tonight, and in a suit nonetheless, was doing something to you that you couldn’t explain. you ignored his comment as you let him push you up against the door, kissing you roughly. you moaned as he forced his tongue into your mouth almost immediately and you reached up to run your hands through his hair. he grabbed at your hips, lifting you up so your legs wrapped around his waist. you could feel his erection already against your leg. without breaking the intense kiss he carried you over to the counter of the sink, sitting you down and moving to leave kisses all over your neck. he started biting at the sensitive skin, causing you to moan before you stopped him.

“no marks, my mom’s our ride home.”

he nodded, going back to leaving open-mouthed kisses against your jaw and neck. you started to grab at his tie to loosen it and unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it on the floor somewhere. his hands left your sides, teasingly making their way up your dress on your inner thighs. you grabbed his face to kiss him again and his fingers reached the waistband of your underwear, running along the lace band.

“jj, please” you whisper, desperate for any kind of touch he would give you.

“please what, baby?”

“touch me, i need you.”

he smiled as he dipped a single finger into you without warning. you moaned out of shock and made eye contact with him as he pulled his finger out to rub your clit in a painfully slow pace. he pulled your underwear down and out of your long dress. when he saw how desperate you were getting he picked up the pace, fingering you while his thumb rubbed circles on your clit. you didn’t try to hold the moans in as he leaned forward to rest his head on your shoulder.

“fuck j, just like that” he could tell you were getting close as your moans turned into little whines and whimpers and he pulled his fingers out of you.

“you’re a dick” you muttered, only half meaning it

“taste yourself for me, princess” he said as he brought his fingers up to your mouth. you did what he said, not breaking the eye contact as you sucked his fingers, running your tongue against them. you saw his eyes roll to the back of his head at the sight of you like this for him. you hopped off the counter and pushed him to lean against it where you just were. you pecked his lips before moving down to his jaw as you undid his belt and slid his pants and underwear down. getting down on your knees, you were quick to lick his tip, tasting his precum. he inhaled sharply at the feeling and reached down to grab at your hair. you grabbed his dick, licking the underside of it while looking up at him through your eyelashes. you slowly bobbed your head down, taking as much of him as you could as a string of cuss words left his mouth. you started to go faster as he grabbed your hair tighter, trying to fight the urge to fuck your mouth. you used your hand to jerk whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth until you relaxed your throat to take him all the way.

“fuck” he groaned almost too loudly as you shushed him.

“jj someone could hear.” you said trying to stifle a laugh as he grabbed you to have you return to your spot sitting on the counter. he pulled your dress up to bunch at your waist as he pulled you to the edge of the counter.

“you ready baby?” he looked deeply into you eyes as you nodded

“always”

he thrust into you quickly and deeply giving you a second to adjust as your moans mixed.

“move j,” you whined. he did exactly as you said and grabbed your hips roughly as he pounded in and out of you mercilessly. he put his head back in the corner of your neck and shoulder, moaning lowly. you gasped while your nails dug into the skin of his bare back. jj kept the same pace, making you see stars.

“fuck, y/n you’re so tight. i love you so fucking much.” you tried to respond but no coherent words were coming out so you just nodded. he pulled your leg higher up on his hip and brought you even closer to the edge of the sink, hitting a new spot in you almost bringing tears to your eyes.

“i’m so close baby” you panted, as he reached down to rub circles on your clit. that was all you needed to bring you over the edge as your orgasm washed over you.

“fuck” you cried out loudly, legs shaking against him as you dug your nails deeper which was sure to leave marks. 

he shushed you, "y/n someone could hear," he repeated back to you, teasingly.

feeling you cum against his dick was all jj needed to reach his own orgasm. he moaned in your ear loudly as he continued to thrust deeply into you, filling you with his cum. you both sat there quietly panting, coming down from your highs before he slowly pulled out of you and helped clean you up. he kissed you on your forehead before reaching down for his discarded shirt and tie. you quickly helped him tie it and you were out of the bathroom and walking back outside like nothing had even happened.

“maybe i should come to these parties with you much more often” he smiled, looking down to you as you nodded.

“told you so.” you replied cheekily as you walked over to kie to grab her to dance for the rest of the party.

[seulgiology]

maybe it’s love ┃son seungwan

pairings: bestfriend!wendy x bestfriend!reader

words: 3.6k

genre: angst, fluff

warning: established relationship, f2l, crying, like a lot of crying, some arguing but nothing too extreme, like sad arguing ???, all over the place fluff, this is lowkey sad

a/n: here it is for the beautiful anon that requested this. im so sorry this took me like two days but ive been sleeping and doing my online work. im sorry forthe crappy ending as well but i just might make a followup with some smut if you request it maybe. but i hope this was good and angsty enough. it is currently 4:43 in the morning so it’s time for admin 2 to sleep. I hope you like it :))

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“Okay um, the directions say to wear gloves so the dye won’t get on your hands and in your nails,” you read from the small instruction paper to your best friend, who is mixing the dye together. 

“Y/N-ah, I’ve had my hair dyed multiple times so I know how to do this,” she assures with an amused laugh. She rounds the chair to crouch down in front of you mockingly, smiling beautifully in that way that gets your stuttering, “Trust me,” she says next and you nod quickly, breathing out your nose and pushing strands of hair out of your face.

“Alright, but if my hair falls out, Seungwan, then I will sue,” you teasingly say and Seungwan only pinches one of your flushed cheeks making you smile shyly. She then goes back to mixing the dye as you read the box of the dye the two of you had bought earlier.

“Your hair won’t fall out, princess,” Seungwan assures in a soft voice, using the nickname she has been calling you for years. You have to bite your lip to stop the huge smile from breaking through. You glance behind you to see Seungwan’s hands clasped together under her chin in concentration, head tilting side to side as she inspects the color of the dye. Just looking at her is enough to get you going.

Seungwan and you have been best friends for as long as you could remember. You guys have done everything together and grown with each other. You two have been through it all; both good and bad. You’re not sure when it happened though. 

You’re not sure when you fell in love with your best friend, Son Seungwan.

You can’t bring yourself to tell her as much as you want to. You just know that she won’t feel the same way and you can’t bear the pain of hearing her actually saying those words. What you two have now is way more important for some silly feelings you have for her that should’ve left a long time ago due to it being unrequited. 

The thoughts are pushed to the back of your mind when Seungwan claps her hands twice, catching your attention. “Alright, we’re ready to go so lean back and relax,” she instructs, sounding as if she is your hairstylist.

Seungwan starts working the dye in your hair, talking to you about how she feels with her new album coming out in a couple of months. You listen intently with your eyes closed and releasing some hums as she speaks. She talks with that subtle excitement that always underlies in her voice when she speaks.

“We leave this in for forty-five minutes and then wash it out. If all goes according to plan then your hair should be the strawberry blonde you want it to be,” she says while inspecting your hair that is pinned up in four different sections with a satisfied smile.

“I’ll clean up the mess and while I’m doing that you should find a movie for us to watch,” you suggest and stand up from the chair you’ve been sitting in for what feels like forever. Seungwan perks up at this and rushes to the living room, excited sounds coming from her loudly. “And we’re not watching The Fault In Our Stars!” you shout after her and laugh as her sounds die down into defeated whines.

“We never get to watch that movie though,” Seungwan complains but her efforts are useless.

“Wan-ah we have watched that movie three times in a row,” you remind with a laugh. You toss the bowl that was used for the dye in the trash and clean up any excess color that happened to splatter. After cleaning up the kitchen, you walk into the living room where Seungwan is snuggling up in her favorite blanket that so happens to belong to you.

Your heart warms at the sight and when she turns around, smiling so brightly that her eyes shape into little crescent moons, you don’t know what came over you at that moment but all you know is that you wanted your best friend as close to you as possible.

You get on the couch next to her and quickly snuggle up next to her when she opens the blanket for you. She’s thrown off when you’re the one cuddling her tonight instead of it being the other way around. Nonetheless, she rests her head on your breasts softly and wraps her arms around your tiny frame that almost matches hers.

“Y/N?” Seungwan whispers in question, concerned with the way you’re holding her. As if it’s the last time she will be in your arms. “Is everything okay? I didn’t pick The Fault In Our Stars if that’s what you’re worried about,” her voice is soft as she speaks. Almost too soft and you feel your eyes water at her consideration.

You didn’t want to lose her. 

Your hands are running through her soft locks and your left cheek is resting against her forehead. “I love you Wan-ah,” you say it so quietly that you’re not sure she heard you. You’re positive she didn’t hear the crack in your voice or notice how this time when you said it, it wasn’t in the way she was used to.

You don’t know why suddenly you feel like right now you should confess but the feeling is clawing at your heart. And seeing Seungwan curled up in your blanket with the smile of a complete goddess on her face, face lit up happily― you knew that you had to tell her. 

You often acted off impulse and that was one of the things Seungwan would tease you about. Thinking things through wasn’t your best fort and you’ve been thinking things through enough with trying to sort out your feelings for your best friend. If you’re being honest here then you’re terrified. You’re absolutely terrified about what’s going to happen when she finds out you have feelings for her and how long it has been going on.

Will she hate me? Will she think different of me? What if she doesn’t look at me the same… What if this changes things forever and not in the way I want it to. Thoughts ran through your head so fast it was as if they were chasing each other, tempting you to open your mouth and spill how you’ve been feeling these past few years.

“I love you too,” her voice is pulling you out of your torn thoughts again. This time however her wide eyes are looking up at you and when she sees you teary eyes, immediate worry crashes through her and she pulls out of your hold. Her hands are instantly cupping your cheeks and her worry-filled eyes are searching your teary ones. “What‘s wrong? Y/N is there something you’re not telling me? Where is this coming from?” She asks all at once, her voice still calm but it’s rushed and you can tell she’s concerned.

Seungwan’s heart breaks when she sees the first tear drop down your cheek. She doesn’t know what to do because she doesn’t know what is the cause of your pain. Seeing you like this made her own eyes gloss over. “Please talk to me,” Seungwan says and her voice is desperate, wanting to know what is going on so she can help you. She hates not being able to care for you and right now she can’t care for you fully if you’re not willing to speak.

“I’m sorry,” this comes out as a soft cry and the way Seungwan’s whole face turns down is painful. “I’m sorry, please don’t be upset,” and saying this awakens some rage in her. You’re crying and yet you want to apologize and think she is upset?  Knowing each other for the majority of your lives, you two have the tendency to care for one another more than oneself at times. 

“Y/N stop,” she says, shaking her head firmly. “You’re crying and you don’t want me to be upset. It’s not about me right now, princess, okay? It’s about you and how you’re feeling. So, please― please talk to me,” Seungwan begs softy, thumbs wiping away your tears that keep falling.

“It is about you though,” You whisper and Seungwan’s thumbs stop their movements, confusion and hurt hitting her at the same time. What had she done to make her best friend cry like this? Seeing the look on Seungwan’s face, you don’t know what to say but you know it hurts. It hurts so much seeing her hurt because of you. Because you want to be selfish and decide that now is the time to tell her you have feelings for her.

You think about how ridiculous you might look right now. Cheeks streaked with tears, eyes puffy from crying and face flushed. Your hair still has the dye in it and is parted in crazy sections to keep your hair up. Now probably wasn’t the best time to tell her.

“I love you,” is all you say but for some reason, Seungwan feels like there is more to it. She’s waiting in anticipation of what you have to say and she knows shouldn’t say anything. “But not in the way that you love me,” you add in slowly because you know she’s going to have to process it.

It takes Seungwan a few minutes to catch on and in those few minutes, you held your breath. She looked at you with her head tilted to the right slightly and lips pursed in thought. When the realization came upon her, you watched her face drop and heard your heart shatter.

 “Y/N…” she trails off sadly but you shake your head, already standing up from the couch and you feel the tears falling again. What did I expect, you thought to yourself. “I’m sorry,” she whispers and stands up after you. “I’m so sorry but I don’t love you like that but you’re still my best friend,” Seungwan was starting to cry now, afraid she is going to lose you because she doesn’t feel the same.

“Y-You don’t hate me?” You choke out in surprise, watching the girl from your blurred vision shake her head quickly. Even though Seungwan doesn’t feel the same way and she doesn’t think she could ever; she still loves you regardless.

“I could never hate you,” she admits with a cute pout that makes your heart hurt even more. It makes you feel the slightest better hearing that so you smile. You wipe away your tears with shaky fingers.

You don’t think you could stand to be in her presence currently. You have to admit you’re really hurt. You know facing the harsh truth was going to be rough but you didn’t expect it to hurt this bad. You guess now you can try to move on with Seungwan knowing about your feelings and it finally being off your chest. That heavy feeling lifted but was replaced with a heavier one. One that you knew would take longer to leave.

“You should get going now,” you say after clearing your throat and Seungwan looks at you in shock. You two were supposed to spend tonight together and Seungwan couldn’t help but feel like she messed it up even though she didn’t. “I’m getting tired and I’ll wash out the dye on my own,” you tell her, avoiding her eyes.

“Okay,” Seungwan agrees defeatedly. You continue to stand in that spot as she gathers her things and leaves. She turns back to look at you one more time before leaving and the tear that falls from her left eye she is quick to wipe away. She will give you as much space as possible if that means you’re okay and you won’t end up hating her.

You sat on your couch for longer than you thought, just crying. You were twenty minutes late to washing your hair and when it came to, the color was more of a peach than strawberry. The color reminded you of Seungwan’s cheeks whenever she smiled and it made you frown. 

The two of you knew things were going to be different after today.

--

Different things were, indeed.

It’s been a month since you confessed to your best friend. It took a week to get back to normal― well, as normal as things could get. You showed up at one of her dance practices and she was elated to see you, automatically hugging you. Even hugging each other felt different. Especially now that the two of you were really aware of one another’s feelings.

You assured her that everything was fine between you and she had hugged you tighter, going on about how relieved she was that you’re talking to her. 

As the weeks went on, Seungwan also found a change within herself. She started to really pay attention to you; probably more than she had ever done in her life. She noticed the way your left eye would twitch whenever something irritated you or the way you would smile the smallest of smiles whenever she spoke. What she noticed the most is how little you have been talking to her.

Her affection was more excessive and if you didn’t know better then you would’ve thought she was the one in love with you. If Seungwan is being honest then she has thought about you romantically before. It was a few years back though and ever since she had locked those thoughts in a faraway corner in her mind. She couldn’t let that ruin your friendship.

Now that she’s aware of your feelings for her, it doesn’t change how much she already loves you. Nothing you do can change that. She just feels like now you’re pushing yourself away and she’s scared this might be it for you guys.

The night things really changed was when Seungwan was in the dorms, sulking to her close friend and bandmate, Joohyun. She was complaining about how distant you have become since she confessed.

“I just feel like there’s more I can do, you know? Like I don’t know what I could’ve done because I don’t feel the same but she’s hurting and I know it. It’s all because my dumb heart can’t see past our friendship,” Seungwan rants, this going on for the tenth minute. Joohyun listens intently with a growing smile on her face.

“And I love her so much unnie. She’s my whole world and more,” Seungwan explains with a sad laugh. “I don’t feel as complete when I’m not around her but when I’m with her it’s like I can breathe again. I know I’m busy all the time but I make time for her… I’d do anything for Y/N.”

“Wendy-ah,” Joohyun speaks softly and it gains her attention. “I’m not an expert at love but I’m pretty sure you’re in love with your best friend.”

“What?” Seungwan’s voice comes out as a whisper but she doesn’t recoil at the words. She knows that deep down, Joohyun is right. 

“This whole time you’ve been talking to me I noticed the way you talked about Y/N. I haven’t heard you talk about anyone like that and I’ve never really been in love myself but I’ve heard about it. And this right here is love,” Joohyun says calmly. Seungwan’s brown eyes are glazing over with tears and she feels even worse when coming to the realization herself.

“Oh god, she’s going to hate me,” Seungwan whines dramatically but Joohyun squeezes her arm to calm her.

“I don’t think anything can make Y/N hate you,” Joohyun speaks just as Seulgi strolls into the living room. “Oh yeah, that girl is so in love with you I might just fall in love with you to see what all the hype is about,” Seulgi playfully says and it makes Seungwan laugh.

“Tell her,” Joohyun advises and at Seungwan’s wide-eyed look, she nods towards the front door. “Go to her and tell her how you feel. Say it, write it, sing it― just tell her before it’s too late.”

Hearing that gives Seungwan the spark of confidence and motivation she didn’t know she needed until now. “Thank you unnie, you’re the best and I love you,” Seungwan rushes out as she stands from the couch. After putting on her shoes, Seungwan nearly dashes out of the house.

Meanwhile, you just got out the shower a few minutes ago and is sitting in front of your vanity, drying your pale blue hair that you had dyed a week ago. You hum to a song that plays softly in the background from your speaker. Your day had been a busy one, booked with taking shots of a soon to be married couple. It was adorable to say the east and it made you happy seeing people in love.

You hadn’t really talked to your best friend these past couple of days because of how busy the two of you were. But you were purposefully ignoring Seungwan for your own good. Even if she would text you late after one of her practices, as usual, to hang out you would dodge her or pretend to be tired.

You still weren’t over the heartbreaking rejection you had received from her. And you’re mad at yourself for distancing yourself but you don’t know what else to do. You want to move on so you won’t have to continue feeling this hurt. You always thought that if Seungwan rejected you, it would be easier to move on but it was harder than you thought.

At the sound of the door being pounded on, you jolt in surprise and drop the brush from your hands. You look outside your window to find that it’s pouring down with rain and you hadn’t even noticed. Who would be knocking this late at night and traveling in the horrendous weather?

With a sigh, you leave your room and walk to the front entrance while throwing your hair up in a loose ponytail. You swing open the door without seeing who it is but when you do, you’re taken aback.

“Seungwan?” You breathe out in shock at the small girl standing in front of you, dripping wet from the rain and shivering from the cold. “Oh, my god, what are you doing? Get in here,” you grab her hand and pull her in. You leave to get a towel and when you return to her, you’re quick to wrap it around her. 

“Hi,” she whispers sheepishly but you’re frustrated at how reckless her actions are right now.

“Are you out of your damn mind? You can get sick!” you cry out but Seungwan doesn’t seem to care. You notice how her mind seems to be elsewhere and she’s not even worried about the condition she’s in. “And why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?” You ask with a frustrated huff, hands going to your face that was just thoroughly washed.

You watch with raised eyebrows as Seungwan walks closer to you and just as you open your mouth to ask what she’s doing, she is kissing you. SON SEUNGWAN IS KISSING YOU. the literal girl of your dreams has her lips pressed against yours.

And it’s absolute bliss.

The kiss ignites something within you both that pulls you closer together. This kiss was heaven itself with her small hands cupping your cheeks and lips still on yours; as if she’s afraid to move them. Your eyes were closed and you were succumbing to the taste of Seungwan. No, no this isn’t right, you think with a wince and feel yourself pulling away.

“Why did you do that?” you ask before you even recover from the unexpected kiss.”Is this some sort of joke to you?” You ask next, eyebrows furrowing and newfound hurt and offense taking over that bliss. 

“What? No, Y/N-” Seungwan tries but you stop her with holding a hand up, eyes already starting to burn with oncoming tears. 

“You can’t just kiss people who have feelings for you, Seungwan. It’s not fair,” you admit but Seungwan is shaking her head and you’re confused when you see her teary eyes. Why is she about to cry?

“Y/N, listen to me please,” Seungwan begs, moving closer to you. “I think… I think I’ve always been in love with you. I think I’ve always known but I didn’t want to admit nor acknowledge it which is why I freaked out last month and said I didn’t feel the same. But I do! I swear to god I do and I can’t stand going another day without you knowing.”

Your heart stops hearing her speak what you always wanted to hear and you’re in disbelief. Is this really real? There’s no way Seungwan is standing in front of you telling you how she feels. Not only that but she has felt it for probably even longer than you.

I’ve always been in love with you.

“I’m not lying, just please,” Seungwan stops as a sob works its way past her lips and the sound is enough to make your heart shatter. “Please say something,” Seungwan’s voice is pleading. Her hands are in tiny fists as she clenches the towel in her hands. 

You don’t say anything but your body gravitates forward and you’re hugging her. You hold on to her tight because you still have your best friend. Not only is she your best friend but she has feelings for you too. She is in love with you, too. 

That night the two of you held each other until falling asleep, hearts in sync with one another. 

[iphoenixrising]

I was thinking about the Titans working with the Avengers Kon and Bart still a little ticked at how Tim was treated brag about how fast Tim bonded with the Avengers. How Tony is seconds away from adopting Tim. How Bucky and Tim have come so close that he is in agreement with Tony to kidnap their new son. How they had to drag Tim out of Tony's lab where he and Peter were playing with DUM-E. To add insult Cass shows up and says how happy Tim is. Dick & Jason are off to get their baby bird back.

Hi babe.

WELP. This is not exactly what you were thinking of, but dammit. Dammit. Angst, you know?

But I mean, I really do enjoy two things: Tony Stark taking Tim in the Tower so they can literally wreck ALL the things; also, the Bats realizing the absolute fuckery of how Tim pretty much got booted out of the role as Robin, then running elbows over assholes trying to get him back and make up for it.

So, I kind of thought it might start out like this maybe...

**

“How do we look, Tin Man?”

“We look fantastic as always, Klondike. Sexy is our aesthetic. See anything from your perch?”

“You know what I’m looking at, Tones.” The Winter Soldier only partly means the view in Gotham.

And yes, Iron Man already has JARVIS focused on the two vigilantes walking around their Robin’s penthouse apartment. He knew letting Tim come back to Gotham was a bad idea, but dammit Steve had been adamant, saying they shouldn’t try to sway the kid.

“He needs to make his own decisions, Tony. We want him to come back because he wants to, not because we’re pressuring him, right?”

Tony and Buck had immediately called bullshit, but couldn’t argue when Tim himself, old backpack and worn hoodie, no mask over his eyes or utility belt around his hips, just a 19 year old kid that looked so much younger, so timid, so broken without his alter ego.

“It’s time for me to go back,” he’d said quietly to the gathered Avengers, a whole different kid without the mask. “I just wanted to say good-bye.”

His eyes are violet-blue and soft when he looks around at them, seemingly satisfied he’d single-handedly brought the team back together after the shit show that was Civil War. He can leave now since the mission he’d set out to do is accomplished, and is apparent since they’re all gathered in New York City once again, leaving the Compound for the new incarnation of SHIELD with Fury at the helm, pretty much infiltrating the Tower to start the road back to becoming the family they used to be.

(And God is it crazy, fighting and living together with the insanity that is their lives.)

It started with a broken metal arm, alien invasions, and a plate of superior nachos.

It ended up with the team saving each other’s asses, coming to an understanding, fighting it out, then crying it out.

It ended with Wanda sobbing in Tony’s chest while his arms around her are almost as tight as Peitro’s once were, with Steve red-eyed on Tony’s other side, whispering in his hair how never again – together means together, with Bucky’s forehead against the back of his neck and tears streaming down his face, with Bruce and Nat holding hands while their legs tangled with Tony’s, Steve’s, and Vision’s, with Sam laughing at them all while he’s wiping his eyes, with the whole group literally jumping on Thor the minute he touches down with the new haircut and air of perpetual weariness, with them taking up a big table in their favorite 24-hour diner feeding each other and telling stories about what they’ve all been up to since that awful thing at the airport.  

Red Robin’s run with them started with fractured friendships and ends with them tripping all over each other during meals and movie nights. Bruce’s curry, Nat’s homemade dressing for the salad, Thor dipping in to snatch bites from everyone’s contribution. But this time around, it’s Sam and Wanda chopping vegetables while Bucky directs a sleepy Tony to a barstool close but out of the traffic, turning around to let the mechanic tie up his hair for him before he joins the cooking fiasco.

A week after they all move back in, he feels good leaving them with the rooms in the living quarters of Avengers Tower full of light and voices and warmth, just like it should have been. He’s giving himself a million vigilante points for this one – even if he’s going back out with no team and no safety net. It’s fine. He’s fine. He can’t stay forever anyway.

Besides, Kon and Bart have been trying to find him again, so it’s time to move on before they get too close. And really, he’s got no other excuses to stay. Bucky’s arm is maintained regularly, the broken team is working and the Accords (thankfully had been attacked on more than one side, thanks to big industries like WE and Queen, Inc. alongside Stark Industries) are modified to protect superheroes rather than stop them from doing what they do best.

All-in-all, he’d say the mission has been a success.

“Tim,” and the Captain moves away from Tony and Bucky’s side, one hand automatically out toward him, “you absolutely don’t have to go.”

“I appreciate the offer,” and he clears his suddenly tight throat, making sure the hood and too-long hair obscure his face. “But, it’s time.”

It only takes a glance back at the full team crowded around the communal floor television while the four player Mario Kart game stays on pause. The faces full of devastation make the message clear enough. With a decisive nod at the silent statement going through the team, Steve turns back to try arguing, the teenager is just–

–gone.

Tony, however, can’t shake the feeling of wrongness in the abrupt departure, and absolutely starts tracking the second he can pull away from the team to set-up protocols to trace the steps of their vigilante.

He listened to Steve’s half-hearted, “you know we can’t interfere with the Justice League, Tony. And Batman? Gotham is his territory. We go there, and there’s no guarantee we’ll be making it out if we even get past city limits.”

“Those guys might have the whole city wired with traps,” Natasha grudgingly admits. “Everyone knows the capes are unpredictable and terrifying. We should at least go through proper channels to get permission. Even if he’s still–”

“Oracle has nothing on me,” Tony’s eyes are all for the blipping red dot on his floating holo-screen.

Steve and Bucky exchange a glance behind Tony’s back, eyes meeting with a silent message. Bucky smirks and slides the muzzle up his face. Steve briskly turns on a heel and leaves the workshop with a plan already forming on how he’s going to run interference with the JLA so Tony and Bucky could sneak into Gotham without making a fuss.  

Bucky strides the opposite way, hand on Tony’s bicep, leaning in to talk low, “tell me ya got something more stealthy than red n’ gold, Doll. That or yer gonna play my Oracle, and get me in the kid’s penthouse from somewhere safe n’ sound.”

“Oh hell no. You’re not going anywhere without me. I’ve got a trick up my sleeve, Buckeroo, and it’s going to get us an audience with our disappearing vigilante.”

Tony’s satisfied grin makes him look adorable enough that Bucky has to literally bite down on the inside of his cheek to stop himself from kissing (their) the engineer until he begs.

(Not like this. Steve had to be there when they were finally ready to tell Tony how they felt about him. Soon, they’d agreed last night after finding the exhausted mechanic asleep on the kitchen table with a tablet clutched in his hand and could finally admit to themselves how much he made them want.)

“I’ll bite. What d’ya got?”

“Just a little something super waiting in the wings. JJ, fire up the Quinjet. We’ve got a Robin to visit.”

With the Winter Soldier watching the two vigilantes facing Tim through his scope, Tony stands on a closer rooftop with the very new, very nice stealth armor, recording the footage of Nightwing and the Red Hood. His blood heats when it looks like they’re yelling at Red Robin while the younger is obviously bandaging himself up after a bad run-in.

And they’re not even helping him for fuck’s sake.

“Wow, that’s cold,” Bucky says softly while the comm in their ears are giving them the whole conversation. Something about Tim taking on a guy named Bane by himself. Seems to Buck like the kid took the asshole down, so the ass-chewing the other vigilantes are handing him seems to be pretty fucking ungrateful.

“They don’t deserve him. We have more sciency things for him to do. Crime fighting is always fun, but why not build amazing shit in-between?”

“Aw, c’mon Tones. Gotta let ‘im outta the lab so’s we can spar. Kid’s always got tricks. Makes fer some fun.”

“I know that’s why you like him so much, Barnes.”

“What, like I ain’t seen you fightin’ outside the suit before?”

“I’m not teenage vigilante kind of street-smart. I will punch the hell out of you, make some nifty explosions, re-configure your systems...oh.”

“Finally gettin’ it are ya?” And he can’t help it when his tone drops a little, watching Nightwing’s arms flail. “S’why I like ‘im. Reminds me of you, Doll.”

“...you might actually make me blush, Soldier. How novel.”

“If it helps, Steve never believed ya were just a guy in a suit. Not from the moment he met ya.”

“Where the hell did that come from?”

“Like I ain’t hung out with ya the past few months? I know how ya think, Stark, and ya ain’t just the armor.”

“Sure, sure. In all actuality, I’m the most well-paid consultant that ever lived.”

The Winter Soldier’s eyes flicker over where the Mark XXI is ducked in the shadows, jaw clenching because Tony’s odd self-deprecating tendencies bothers him just as much as it bothers Stevie. At some point, they’re going to address it with Tony, face-to-face. Not now, but that day is going to come, so help him.

In the meantime, Bucky tunes back in on the conversation happening inside, flips the safety on his rifle, and starts moving closer to Tony’s roof since they might not even need Plan B after all.

“What does that even mean, Timmy?”

“Calm it down, Big Wing. Pretender, look–”

“Do you see a fucking R on my chest, Hood?” And even from where he’s trucking over rooftops, Bucky can see the tension in Tim’s spine, the fast, angry movements as he tapes gauze pads to obviously fresh stitches. “I’m not ‘pretending’ fuck anymore. So how about you fuck off with that ‘Pretender’ shit.”

“...all right. That’s fair, so my bad. But lookit, B is all about ya coming ta the yearlies, you feel me?”

“What part of ‘it’s not my place’ isn’t clear here?”

The sigh from Nightwing is loud enough to hear it over the microphone Tony planted when they touched down.

“You have got to get over this thing,Tim. Dami’s been Robin for–”

“That’s what you think? That I’m fucking jealous, Dick?”

“He was a kid. He’s not still crying about the past–”

“Get. The Fuck. Out.”

The quiet calm of Tim’s tone is enough to make Bucky pause, and the sleek black Iron Man armor to step out of the shadows.

“I’m serious Tim! Listen–”

“I’m done. Done with you, done with the Bats, I’m fucking done. So do us both a favor and forget you were ever here.”

Nightwing flinches, his shoulders and back getting tight by the time Bucky is beside Iron Man, frowning behind the muzzle.

“I think we’ve heard about enough,” is distorted but still so Tony through the suit’s synthesizers. “Want a ride, Red Dawn? We can show up and be the likeable ones for once.”

“Really, Iron Man? I thought only Cap got special rides.”

“Well, I will always make an exception for my Bucky Bear, you know,” and he wiggles an arm, sighs a little as the Winter Soldier steps up against the suit, stepping up on to the rocket boots.

Having Bucky against him is something he can keep locked in the secret file in his brain he pulls up when he has bad days. Things like Steve hugging him, trips to the ball field, Bucky hanging out with him in the workshop while Steve drew or read or did paperwork on his tablet.

(Things he can never have. Sure, he can want, but he can’t let it get too real. Locking it away is safer for everyone.)

Knocking on the door of Tim’s balcony, shaking up the Bats, is really much more satisfying than Tony would have thought ten seconds ago.

He knows Tim is shocked, had probably been expected the big, bad Bat at his door rather than two Avengers waiting for entrance.

In his black and gold stealth armor, Tony waves metal fingers when the curtains pull back and Tim’s mouth drops open on the other side.

The door is wrenched open, and they can both hear, “we ain’t done here, Tim,” from inside, but Tim absolutely ignores it to stare wide-eyed at Iron Man and the Winter Soldier just, you know, hanging out on his balcony of all the fucking places.

“Tony. Bucky, what the hell–”

“Leave you alone for a few minutes, and you’re all kinds of hurt. Why am I not shocked? Winter Wonderland, are you shocked?” Tony gives no shits about interrupting this cute little family get-together and absolutely pushes his way in to Tim’s penthouse without a fuck to give.

As normal, Bucky is more of a doer than a talker when he’s in the mask, so Tony gets to watch him do that incredibly sexy murder strut right over the threshhold and grab a hold of Tim’s elbow. He snickers at the older vigilantes obviously gawking as the Winter Soldier pushes the third Robin down in a seat at his kitchen table right by the open first-aid kit.

“Zadnitsa,” the Winter soldier snarls in rebuke, already digging out more gauze pads.

“I missed you too, Frosty,” Tim shoots back, obliging the dangerous assassin by holding still while the gauze pads are taped down and more alcohol wipes are used to disinfect a serious slice on Tim’s shoulder blade.

Honestly, Tony has no idea how he even managed to stitch it himself, but the helmet swings over to the two surprised vigilantes.

“This sure as hell ain’t a good way to show it, y’know,” Bucky pulls the goggles off but leaves the mask, metal arm moving seamlessly while he gently pats the remaining slice with disinfectant.  

“Well, I didn’t expect you two to just drop in or anything. Or else, I might have a nice psycho for you to take down.”

“Well, shows you, don’t it?”

“I guess so. But I do have a bag full of plums in the fridge, so you’re in luck.”

“Hell yeah, Red.”

The faceplate of the helmet kicks up and Tony is grinning beneath it, “aww, plums for our favorite murder bot? What about coffee for your best engineer friend–”

Bucky pauses abruptly, and Tony sees the movement, a soft sigh of sound, but only just. The knife as long as his forearm is just suddenly out, metal hand on Tim’s good shoulder, holding him down, some automatic instinct to protect the kid makes Tony bite the inside of his cheek so he isn’t smiling.

The other vigilantes, however, are really intimidated in their own right since Red Hood has twin .45s in his gloved hands and Nightwing’s escrima sticks spark a few times for good measure.

“Tim, get up slowly and step back,” Nightwing’s voice is just this side of dangerous.

“We gotcha back, Tim, you feel me?” Hood’s thumbs flick the safety, a whole lot of not fuckin’ around happening right here.

“Do me a personal favor,” the unmasked vigilante deadpans, “and go fuck yourselves.” Tim wiggles out from under the hold on his shoulder and stands, gingerly puts a hand on Bucky’s brandishing the knife. He waits for those blue-gray eyes to slide over to him.

“C’mon, Bucky,” Tim tries to cajole softly, “these guys aren’t a threat. The knife is very nice. Is it new? You know I like to look at new weapons, but you can put it away. Promise.”

“Malyutka,” is a question more than a statement.

Tim huffs in annoyance because honestly, he’s not a kid.  (Welp, take into account, 100+ year old assassin, and maybe he can see the point.)

“My apartment, my rules, and if anyone, anyone,” he stresses, glaring at the two tense vigilantes, “gets blood on my floors or walls, then it’s fucking on. Everyone get that?”

“You’ll have to forgive us for being jumpy,” Nightwing deadpans, “we have a tendency to treat legendary assassins with immediate attention when one’s in our city, right Hood?”

The stiff angle of the guns doesn’t waver, nor does the helmet move. “Gotta say,” Hood’s voice is deep, even with the synths, “always thought this might go down different if our paths ever crossed again, Soldier.”

From behind the muzzle, Bucky’s teeth flash white, a terrifying smile, “last time my Handler wouldn’t let me kill you, Red Hood. Wanna to give it a go now that I don’t have one?”

“Sounds like a fucking party to me, sweetheart. Ya gimmie a time n’ I’ll bring the motherfuckin’ confetti.”

“Any. Fuckin’. Time–”

“As entertaining as this is,” Tony interjects, the soft haaa when the armor opens up to let him step out, “our host absolutely said no blood, right boys?”

Slowly, weapons lower, but the tension is high in the room, only broken when Bucky points a gloved finger back to the chair Tim was previously in.

(And during the time Tim had spent with the Avengers, none of them knew the Winter Soldier and Red Hood had met before. He’s going to want some details on that little scuffle.)

“Thank-you. I’m glad good manners are winning out over bullshit posturing,” and Tony pours on his media smile, giving Nightwing and the Red Hood something else to look at while Bucky gently finishes up with their vigilante. “Because really. We’re literally all on the same side here. We just happen to go through legal channels to beat the shit out of bad guys. Not as much fun, but you can’t beat the tax breaks.”

“Mmhm, I’m really hoping you aren’t in Gotham as Iron Man, Mr. Stark. You know there are rules about being in this city.”

And Tony would bet his entire fortune Nightwing has a listening device somewhere in that ridiculously tight suit for the Dark Knight to monitor what’s happening in Red Robin’s apartment right this moment.

(Especially the fact they know his civilian identity and are comfortable enough calling him by his real name. They probably aren’t going to be on any Justice League party invites for a while after this. He wonders how Steve is doing with Superman and Wonder Woman right about now.)

“I asked them to come,” Tim interjects, not bothering to glance at either vigilante, “they’re here to help me with a case. My lead is a dead-end, so we’re all going to be out of Gotham as soon as fucking possible. The Batman will have to deal with it.”

Tony hums, crosses his arms over his chest. He meets Bucky’s quick glance, quirks a grin since maybe they could convince him to come to New York instead. Or, if his Plan B is still waiting in the wings, they could do something altogether different.

(There’s a whole floor available in the Tower, and wouldn’t that be some incentive for Tim to get it together and land somewhere more permanent?)

“Tim…” and the wealth of warning there isn’t enough to earn Nightwing the youngest vigilante’s attention after the last gauze pad goes on.

But the youngest of the vigilantes stands from his chair, turns to give them the same fuck you and the zip line you rode in on attitude, “don’t fucking even with me, N.”

“You can’t come to the yearly gathering for one night, but you can pal around with the Avengers?”

And oh! Is that jealousy he hears? Tony has to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep from smirking because wow, Nightwing does not sound very happy.

“It’s none of your fucking business–” and that tension is back in the square of Tim’s bare shoulders, the flex of his forearms.

Tony easily picks up his discarded nerd shirt, pointedly steps between him and the glowering vigilantes, shoves the shirt over the kid’s head and ignores his sputtering.

“I’m sure nothing that would interest you,” Tony makes a point to stay between the two groups, “I mean, you don’t work with Red Robin anymore, right? So he’s a free agent. Believe me, he’s been super helpful with us in New York, I don’t know if we'd all be in the same room without him.”

Tony is being absolutely innocent about it, letting Tim shove his arms in the right places while he grins at the obviously unhappy vigilantes over his shoulder.

The glare Tim levels at him would have probably withered anyone else. Good thing Tony has very, very little shame, and between him and Steve, the best troll in the Avengers award is still undecided. This might just put him over the top. He doesn’t need Bucky to remove his mask to know there’s a smirk underneath.

“I’m sorry, what now?” The whiteouts swing from Tim to Tony, “since when don’t we work together? We only have since you were twelve–”

“And we haven’t since your Robin kicked me the fuck out of my home. I’ve been out of the Cave, out of this city, and out of your life since then, so don’t come here with some attitude about it.” Tim’s eyes slide to the Red Hood. “You two coming here to ask me about the yearlies? Like I’ve been there for the last three? Like I haven’t come back unless someone called me in because, let’s face it, I’m just another body to fight the good fight, right? So this? Acting like I’m just going to forgive and forget? You can both absolutely go fuck yourselves.”

And some tiny part of Tony feels utterly proud in that moment, feels somewhat vindicated at how cold and calm Tim is, how he’s just laying it all out on the table, no bullshit, no contingencies, no taking the high road, no giving in, and it’s so much the Tim he knows, squaring his shoulders and facing both older vigilantes with anger so cold it burns.

“I–I mean, Tim–”

“There is literally nothing you could say right now that I’d want to hear, Nightwing. Nothing. All those years of fighting together, of being partners? I never would have guessed you’d be the one to stab me in the back, but I guarantee you won’t get another chance.”

But, the night gets that much better when Nightwing and the Red Hood gives them the death glare of doom before Tim pretty much kicks them out of his apartment.

Tony isn’t cheering out loud, but wow does he want to.

“Timmy,” Nightwing gives it one last, desperate try, turning at an impossible angle with one leg out the window to face the de-masked vigilante, tone low and serious.

“You’re a few years too late, Nightwing. Now get the fuck out.”

Tim had flicked his hand out behind him, a flat palm telling Tony and Bucky to stay back when he pretty much forced both vigilantes out of his apartment with a sneer of disdain and a promise to set his security protocols to shock the utter fuck out of them if they ever tried to come back to his last hold-over in Gotham. By the way the Red Hood stood shock still, and Nightwing’s frown deepened, they apparently believed him.

While Tim shuts the windows, locking them with finality, Bucky finally pulls off his muzzle and goggles, exchanges a worried glance with Tony when he realizes Tim’s hands are shaking.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Is soft but firm, is obvious Tim is trying to put himself back together.

“Well, as I said earlier–”

“Don’t bullshit me, Tony. There’s no case.”

With how empty and cold Tim sounds, how his hands are fisted at his sides, the tremble going through him, Tony pauses to take in the rest of the signs. He catches Bucky’s eyes and makes an executive decision.

Plan B it is.

“Okay, you’re right. No case. But, what I do have for you is more interesting and important than a case right now. Meaning, I still need your help with it.”

And when the kid finally turns to face him, face them, Tony can see the effects of dealing with Nightwing and the Red Hood in the clench of Tim’s jaw and the way he won’t really meet Tony’s eyes. A distraction is exactly what he needs, a reason to get the hell out of this city before he drowns in his own misery.

Instead, Tony turns his head toward a window, “all right, kid. Time to make your dramatic entrance!”

The super speed never gets old.

Not to mention the fact, Superboy is absolutely adorable when he’s just suddenly there, grabbing Tim around the waist and hugging him a little desperately.

“Oh my God, Kon?!”

Blue eyes blown wide, Tim’s eyes go from the meta-human wrapped around him to Tony’s soft smile to Bucky’s gentle smirk.

“Tim, Tim I can’t– I just! I...I missed you so much, Tim. We all missed you so much,” and Kon-El’s voice is barely a croak, heavy and thick with emotion, his face buried in the side of Tim’s throat, his back hunched over the smaller vigilante. “I needed to see you. Sorry about this, but...I’m not really.”

Like muscle memory, Tim’s brings a hand to the back of his best friend’s neck, making small circles against the tight tendons with his finger tips, still looking more shocked than pissed.

Tony is absolutely going to take it as a win.

**zadnitsa means ass or asshole kind of. Thanks Google Translate :D

[btxtreads]

ANOTHER TAG ASHJHJASD

extra long tag game (aka a tmi that no one particularly cares for)

tagged by @txthearteu​

tagging @markhyucknorenminchenji​ @qtsoobin​ @beomberry​ @txtdiaries​ and other people who wanna do it idk

ONE

tell me the first song that made you stan your current fave group and why did your faves attract you so much?

of course, none other than king943 hSJADJSAJHAS. He’s a little secret I’ll let you all in on: the first person I actually noticed in TXT was,,,,,,, Kang Taehyun hSDHJAHJSDAHSA but he wasn’t my bias. I just thought he was cute (also amused me bc my BTS bias was Taehyung and I found a guy named Taehyun cute), but I didn’t stan them then. I started stanning when I saw ONE DREAM.TXT where they talked to BTS and found them really cute and endearing. Looking into them, they were wild, and chaotic and so fun and also i got rEAAAALLY attached to Soobin. So here I am. There u go, my stanning story.

TWO

rule: answer the ten questions and write your own!

what’s your unrealistic goal for life?

becoming a famous actress or singer hJSHADJSA

if you had known that we would be in a global pandemic, what’s one thing that you would’ve done before things shut down (if they have for you)?

Went to a theme park. I miss going to theme parks 🥺

what’s an unconventional thing that you carry around with you when you go out?

hmmm most of the time i just go out with just my phone and money unless I need to bring a bag due to safety concerns/more items needed. So I’d say nothing unconventional.

favourite type of plushies and why?

God do I seem boring hsahsajjsa but i wasn’t too big on plushies. I had a gigantic teddy bear named Justin when I was a kid (it’s a bear with shades that my brother gave me) and I used to buy plushies whenever I’m in disneyland, it’s all in my sister’s reading lounge. The only plushie in my room now is a Mollang doll wearing like a blue shirt/dress, it’s my favorite rn It’s squishyyyy

favourite song right now?

right now, it’s Work It by Sabrina Carpenter.

something that you’ve always wanted to learn?

Dancing (i literally suck. i have no idea how. no joke), Vocal Lessons (had some lessons briefly for like a year but i stopped and want to take some again), music production, acting, hosting

tell a funny story about yourself (or just something that you’ve witnessed)

ok okok so one time in our class groupchat we were talking about class elections for officers. There were muse votes and some people were saying they want me to be the muse but i didnt want to bc i was busy with work. Then they started saying that they want me to be the muse and this guy that i rejected be the escort. while this is happening, i was simping hard for soobin in another chat. anyways, i got everything mixed up and accidentally sent the soobin simp stuff to the class chat and everyone thought i was simping for the classmate i rejected i was so asHAMED.

headphones or speakers? why?

speakers! idk i just like blastic the music loud.

craving any food right now? what are you craving?

anything with cheese

which music streaming platform do you prefer? why?

spotify since its free for me askjjksad someone pays for my subscription lmaooo

😌✌️

questions from cj to me:

android or apple? why?

APPLE because im loyal 😌 and i guess im just used to it so its easier to use for me + all my gadgets at home are mac

words of affirmation or physical affection? why?

I think there should be a good balance of both. The words will have the ability to give you this sense of comfort and satisfaction and you know just overall a peace of mind when you hear the right words??? and physical affection bc sometimes it’s just better to get a hug or a kiss isntead of talking yk? actions speak louder than words sometimes

bean bag or rocking chair? why?

Honestly, this would depend. If I’m reading a book and feeling very vintage with a hot cup of coffee, definitely a rocking chair. If I’m watching TV and basically just chilling I’d go for Bean Bag. I like maintaining the atmosphere.

do you view a half-filled glass as half-full or half-empty or an in-between? why? (go as deep as you can)

I view it as in-between, because there’s always room for improvement. There’s always things to change, and consider, and make better. There’s no such thing as perfect.

If someone were to grant your wish right now, what would it be and why?

Please stop corona right now and let everyone go back to their daily lives and please let me attend a TXT concert bls im begging on my kNEES

if someone were to give you anything you want right now, what would it be and why? (something that can be held)

Give me Soobin I just want to give him a hug. this is valid i can hold him

favorite season and why

Winter! Even if I’ve never experienced snow or winter before, the whole idea of snow is just really fun and endearing to me. One of my bucketlists is to see snow in real life. I think it has to do with the fact that I’ve always been this person to prefer the cold over heat.

what made you enter tumblr?

I’ve always been here! Just not in kpop tumblr. I’ve since deleted my old accounts and shame  but i came back to write. It’s always been so stress-relieving to me, to write without any expectations on my back because I’m thinking about grades or a competition. Also Soobin simping is a daily thing and I gotta release it somewhere man

are you happy with where you are in life right now? why or why not?

Yes. I may not be the richest or the prettiest, or smartest or whatever, but I have a good family that loves me. I have good friends that support me and I have TXT and BTS to help me cope when things get overwhelming. I have a job that gives me a little bit of income (it’s not too common for college students here to get jobs like in the US, most of them just focus on acads) and all the means to continue my education amidst the pandemic. So really, I’m grateful for where I am now.

to see the boys in real life but for it to happen only once in your lifetime, or to meet the boys via online fan meeting as many times as you can in your lifetime? why?

Why do you have to do me dirty cj,,,,, prolly online. I may not get to hug them or anything but I get to talk to them still. As may times as I want to. And as a girl whose sanity literally just depends on Soobin giggles rn it’ll be very therapeutic to me to see them and talk to them as much as I could, even just through a screen.

QUESTIONS FROM ME TO YOU:

Cinema or Netflix? Why?

Fire or Rain? Why?

What’s the worst experience you’ve had as a KPOP stan?

How do you handle stress?

Favorite Disney Princess and why?

Which fictional character do you say you relate the most to?

How did you get into KPOP?

What kind of merch you got 👀

Would you date a KPOP idol? What would you do if you do date one? (doesnt have to be your bias, just wanna see what y’all would do)

Would you rather be with someone you love but doesn’t love you back or be with someone that loves yu but you don’t love them back? (Or, as the Filipinos would say, Mahal ko o Mahal Ako)

THREE

rule: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

AIR ༉⋆͙̈

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE ༉⋆͙̈

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER ༉⋆͙̈

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH ༉⋆͙̈

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER ༉⋆͙̈

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

FOUR

PERSONAL

name: -

nickname: rina

birthday: - 

zodiac: gemini

nationality: filipino

languages: english, filipino 

gender: female

sexuality: straight

height: 5′2 like 2 years ago, i probably grew like an inch or two 

BLOG STUFF

inspiration for muse: --

meaning behind my url: bts and txt fanfics to read hasjhsahj

blog established: ,,,,, i cant remember askjjksdjkdsa but the blog is only a few months old!

followers: 384!!! love yall 

FAVORITES

favourite animals: b u n n y y y y y

favourite books: CAMP HALF BLOOD SERIES BY RICK RIORDAN IM ZEUS’ DAUGHTER YALL

favourite colour: black, blue, purple

favourite fictional characters: Percy Jackson, Jaron from Ascendance Trilogy, Chimmy!!! hihi

favourite flower: white roses

favourite scent: coffee

favourite season: winter

RANDOM

average hours of sleep: 3-5 or 8-10.

cats or dogs: dogs because cats scare me

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: coffee!!! especially if it’s iced and sweet

current time: 12:21 AM

dream trip: California. Look I have the visa, pls miss rona. just leave so cali can just let me IN

dream job: actress or singer

hobbies: writing, reading, watching crackvids

hogwarts house: gryffindor

last movie watched: Work It (bc it has sabrina carpenter ahshsahsa i have low standards when we talk about Sabrina)

last song listened to: Helpless - Hamilton OBC

no. of blankets you sleep with: 1

random fact(s): if given the chance again, I would go on a date in high school. Also try to exert more effort in my appearance back then i looked like an honest to god M E S S (tbh i still do but now i have eyebrow liner on) hsajhsajhh

FIVE

10 things I can’t stop listening to (at the moment)

Run Away - TXT

Work It - Sabrina Carpenter

Euphoria - BTS

Song Cry - Yeonjun

Helpless - Hamilton OBC

Satisfied - Hamilton OBC

Journey to the past - Anastasia OBC

Lost in the Woods - Frozen OST

Perfect Song - Sabrina Carpenter

Friends - BTS

[whiskey-bumblebee]

could i request flip with a 4'11 (or around that) s/o who's maybe also kinda chubby, im just lonely and want to self project myself into a scenario with a big man , sorry for the selfish ask

Pairing: Flip Zimmerman/Reader

A/N: Hey so I’m going to write this one because it wouldn’t be fair to answer two similar asks then draw the line here, but I really just wanna say guys, the boys love you no matter what you look like. I really tried to emphasize that in the other two ‘Flip/ xyz Reader’ things I wrote, that they don’t care what you look like, how tall you are, how you carry your weight, how you’re built etc etc. 

There are a few specific headcanons I can write about the reader being taller or shorter (e.g. if he has to bend down to kiss you or stand on tiptoes), but honestly, it doesn’t change your relationship at all. Especially with Flip, who we know drinks hella Respect Women Juice, he isn’t gonna even notice how you look really, he’s just gonna see that beautiful woman that he fell in love with and has been in love with ever since. He doesn’t see a 4′11, slightly chubby person, he sees the love of his life. 

Anyway, I’m gonna fill this prompt but I’m gonna add this to my list of things not to request, because 1) it makes me sad that y’all can’t see yourself with Flip already, without him having to “”””overcome””” or specifically deal with your individual physicality, and 2) if I start writing very specific readers, there are like 4 billion different people I could write for. I try so hard to make my reader insert characters people that aren’t described physically, so please let me know if I say anything in my writing that takes you out of the story or makes you feel like you can’t relate! Reader insert is really a place for everybody!

Phew sorry that got so long, but please enjoy this!

Flip had a long shift at the station, an odd shift that nobody else could fill. He was exhausted by the time he came home, and you let him sleep, didn’t want to take his boots off or his holster, knew he was a light sleeper.

So you quietly move around the kitchen, make the quietest meal you can, a couple of sandwiches, leave them on the counter for him, then head upstairs to work on your latest project, a crocheted blanket for one of your neighbors who recently had a baby. Seemed like everyone was doing that nowadays, popping out babies like nobody’s business.

You worked for a while on that, then heard your man stirring downstairs, heard his boots on the floor as he walked into the kitchen. Smiling, you grabbed the dress you’d bought while he’d been at work. No wonder this shift went begging, you thought. Starting at 2 in the morning and ending at noon. 

Coming down onto the landing you just about ran into each other, so desperate to see the other person that you were running around the whole house, up and down the stairs. 

“Honey,” Flip smiled, although you could really see the bags under his eyes now. “How are you?”

You nodded, excited to show him your new dress you’d bought for the spring. “Good, I wanna show you something. Sit on the couch.”

He took a bite out of one of the sandwiches and made his way back into the living room, then onto the couch. 

“I don’t know how you make these so perfect. Should open a sandwich shop or something.”

You ducked behind the door to the kitchen, slipped into the dress. “You ready?”

“I dunno, looking at you kid, my heart might jump right outta my chest.”

You blushed a little, pushed the door open and did a little twirl.

“The shop assistant said I’d probably need heels, to make it fall right, you know?”

Flip shook his head. “Is that a thing people do?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I think I’m a little short for that store’s sizing so I get stuck between sizes. Gotta size up so it fits right, but gotta size down so it’s not too long.”

He shook his head again. “Remember that Mary Poppins movie? Where she pulls out the measuring tape and she’s just perfect all the way round?”

“Yeah but she’s-”

“Nuh uh. She’s a human being, just like you. I bet shop assistants aren’t telling her to size up or down or that their sizing isn’t for her. What store was it anyway?”

You shrugged. Of course you remembered the name but you didn’t wanna tell him. Knew he’d make a fuss and you weren’t in the mood for all that.

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah, I think it fits perfect. Come closer, lemme have a look.”

You sat down in his lap, watched his big hands glide over the fabric as he nodded in approval. 

“I like it. The color is really nice.”

You were silent for a few moments, admiring the color too, nodding as he finished off the sandwich. 

“I uh, I don’t want you to think I’m being funny when I say this, but I didn’t realize you had to deal with all that. Shop assistants and sizing, all that. I just see my girl, you know? Feel like all the clothes should just fit you because you’re the prettiest girl in the world, you’re the only lady who matters.”

“I’m sure your ma won’t like you saying that,” You teased, dusting some crumbs off his goatee. 

Flip smiled. “She doesn’t mind, she loves you almost as much as I do.”

You nodded. “Thanks Flip. That helps.”

“Of course. You wanna go get lunch?” 

“Yeah, I wanna go to Sam’s.”

[romanosgirl1978]

Title TBD

I really need to figure out a title for this but I’m so bad at them...anyways this is still introductory ( i promise its relevant and everything will be coming soon). Im not gonna lie yall, this already has 40 parts and I’m at 60K words. The chapters with the whole crew have so far pretty much followed the 2 movies to the letter, a few minor changes to include reader but its still a good read. Any who, enough with my ramblings. Enjoy it!!

Word Count-2619

Warnings-Insults, Cursing, Verbal Abuse, Jim’s in a holding cell

Summary- You get accepted to Starfleet, but some circumstances aren’t making it easy.

You wake up to the sound of your stepfather screaming and groan, pulling the pillow over your head and pressing it against your ears futilely, before getting out of bed.

Heading down the stairs only heightens the shouting and your growing irritation.

“-not leaving! I am not going to pay for that useless, no good daughter of yours to waste four years at a college when she's just going to end up partying and getting kicked out. She's just going to end up in a bunch of dead end jobs and trying to move back in with us,” you hear him say to your mother over the phone.

You watch as he throws a torn envelope into the trash and storm outside, letting the door slam behind him, to scream some more.

Peeking your head into the bag, the first thing you see is the Starfleet insignia.

You snatch it out quickly and rush back up to your room to read it.

As you unfold the letter and put the two halves side by side on your desk you hear Jim slip into your room.

“What was he screaming at this time?” He asks groggily.

“I got a reply from Starfleet,” you whisper disbelievingly.

His eyes widen and he walks up behind you, hands on your shoulders.

“Blah, blah, blah. Accepted,” you mutter happily.

“That’s amazing! What program?”

You run your fingers down the page until you hit the last paragraph.

On behalf of the Academy we are proud to have someone with your aptitude attend whichever program you decide will be the best fit for you.

You take a deep breath and smile back at your brother. “I did it. I’m going to the Academy.”

He kisses the top of your head. “I’m proud of you sis…” he says, trailing off.

“But?” You sigh, knowing that was where he was going with that sentence.

“But, from how it sounds Jack’s not gonna let you leave.”

“Ah ha. That is where you are wrong sir,” you tell him, smirking. “You see, I-”

“Have a plan,” he cuts off. “So what is it?”

“I’m so glad you asked.”

“Yeah, I bet you are,” he grumbles. “And now I have to be a part of it.”

“Don't worry about that brother mine. You always were. So, he said that he’s not paying for me to move all the way there, which I’m not worried about because I have enough set aside and I’ll be getting a job when I get there, but he never said anything about me moving out somewhere else.”

“So your whole plan hinges on him not finding out you're leaving for the Academy?” He questions.

“Exactly,” you tell him smiling.

“Uh huh. And what about when he finds out that the letter is missing?” He challenges, pointing to said letter.

“Easy,” you grab the padd from your drawer and take a picture of the letter. “I put it back and go to town to print out this,” you shake the padd at him, “from the library and use it.”

Jim shakes his head. “Do you have a plan for everything?”

You deliberate for a moment before shrugging, nodding your head. “Pretty much, yeah.”

He pulls you into a hug. “I’m really gonna miss you, (Y/N).”

You bury your head in his chest and squeeze him tightly. “I’m gonna miss you too. That's why you should apply.”

He gives you one last kiss and pulls away from you. “I can't. I’m not like you. I wouldn't like it.”

Sighing you shake your head. “I think you're wrong Jim,” you mutter.

“Let's get you packed. When do you leave?”

You look back and find your departure date. “Friday, tomorrow. They're having a meet and greet on Saturday and giving us the weekend to settle in. How nice of them,” you half joke.

“So you've got a day and a half.”

“Yup. Enough time to enact phase one of my plan.”

“And that is…”

“You're not gonna like it,” you tell him with a strained smile.

He just motions for you to continue.

“I've got to get into an argument with Jack.”

He takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair. “Great. About what?”

“Anything but the Academy. He can't even begin to think that’s an option.”

Jim nods. “Fine. But if he even tries to touch you I’m gonna knock his ass out.”

You smile at him and nod. “I think I could live with that.”

“You ready to go pick a fight then?” He asks you, reaching for your door.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You take a deep breath and walk out of your room, letter in your hand. “I guess I’ll start it tonight. Make sure everything is already set up and ready to go. I’ll probably be gone in the morning,” you tell him as you both sneak down the stairs.

“I’ll take you there. There’s no way I’m letting you leave without a real goodbye.”

“I knew you wouldn't,” you tease, smiling at him.

You put the acceptance letter back into the trash where you find it before moving further into the kitchen, making breakfast for you and Jim.

“Oh look who’s finally up,” Jack sneers as he walks back in. “Think you two lazy freeloaders could have slept any later?”

“Probably could have, but we decided we’d get up and grace you with our presence,” you snap back, giving him the most sarcastic smile you can manage. “Feel free to thank us at any time.”

“Why you ungrateful-” he mutters, glaring at you.

“What was that?” You ask, turning to face him fully with a knife in your hand.

He eyes you then the knife before huffing. “Like you actually know how to use that. All you can do with it is what you were made to do. Cook. And you can barely do that.”

Jim bolts up out of his seat and glares at Jack before turning and fuming out of the room, fists clenched at his sides.

You spin the knife in your hand and stab it into the island. “Make your own damn breakfast, asshole,” you say before following Jim out to the backyard.

“Well it sure was easier to pick a fight than I was expecting,” you try to joke.

Jim’s jaw clenches and his breathing is ragged.

You sigh and hand him the keys to your bike that you had snagged off of the table beside the door.

“Go. Take a drive. Calm down for a bit then come back. I promise I’ll keep away from him until then.”

He levels you with an unconvinced look, before you push him towards the garage.

“Go. I need to pack anyways.”

“Fine,” he grits out. “I’ll be back soon.”

You pat his shoulder and wait until he hauls ass down the driveway to make your way back inside.

“Where's he going?” Jack demands as soon as you walk inside.

“Far far away,” you mutter before heading up the stairs, packing everything you need in two duffle bags before shoving them under your bed until you have to go.

After the sun had set you started to worry. Normally Jim would have been back by now, or he would have called you.

You pull on a sweatshirt and climb out of your window. Crouching low, you carefully make your way to the edge of the slight overhang and sit down, letting your legs dangle over as you turn, hands gripping onto the gutter, to lower yourself down.

As you drop you let your knees bend and hold your arms out so you won't fall over.

You head towards the garage quickly and pull out your phone, dialing Jim.

“Dammit Jim. Answer the phone,” you mutter as it rings.

He doesn't. It goes to voicemail.

Sighing you scroll through your contacts to find someone who might know where he was.

“Let’s try Julia,” you mutter and hit call.

It rings a few times but she finally picks up.

“Hello?”

“Hey Julia, it’s (Y/N).”

“Oh. Hi.”

You roll your eyes. “Look I was just calling to see if you knew where Jim was.”

“Why would I know? I don't talk to him anymore. Not after graduation anyways.”

“Alright,” you massage your forehead. “Do you have any of his friends numbers?”

“Nope,” she says and hangs up.

You pull the phone away from your ear and watch as the screen goes back to your contacts. “Bitch,” you mutter as you scroll back through the names.

Groaning you decide to call Matt.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he says, picking up after the first two rings.

“Hey Matty. I need your help.”

“Yeah sure, what's up?”

“Could you call around and try to see if anyone’s seen or heard from Jim? He left this morning and I’m starting to worry about him.”

“Course. I’ll call you when I’ve got something,” he promises before hanging up.

You turn the ringer on your phone up all the way before climbing into the vintage Chevelle that you had been fixing up.

There was still plastic where the back windows were supposed to be and the dashboard cover was missing but the engine was set and in place and it was the only other car you had the keys to, so she would have to work.

You took off down the driveway and headed into town, keeping an eye out for anywhere your bike could have been parked.

After passing by Jim’s third possible hangout Matty called you back.

You pull over and answer the phone.

“Please tell me you found him? Cause I’m coming up empty out here,” you practically beg.

“Yeah, (Y/N). I found him. And you're not gonna like it.”

You groan before taking a deep breath. “Where?”

“The station. Apparently he got into a fight at one of the bars. My guy said they called your stepdad and he told them that he could stay there and rot for all he cared.”

“Thanks Matt. I owe ya one.”

He laughs. “This one's on the house. Go get your brother. They're waiting for you to get there.”

“Thanks again,” you sigh.

The line goes dead and you hit the steering wheel, screaming profanities at your stepdad.

After calming down a bit you make your way to the police station and walk in. Asking for them to release Jim.

A few officers bring him out to you and make you promise that you'll keep him out of trouble.

You tell them you'll do your best and practically drag your brother down the stairs and to the car.

“Ow, ow, ow,” Jim mutters as you pull him, hand on his shoulder. “Dammit (Y/N) that hurts.”

You let him go. “Where’s my bike?” You seethe.

“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks for asking,” he says, rolling his eyes.

You throw his wallet at him. “Did they take my bike to the impound lot?!”

“No! I was in the bar when I got into the fight. Your bike’s outside of Poll’s Pool.”

“Get in the car,” you bark as you slide into the driver's seat.

“I don't like riding with you when your angry,” he pouts, stooping down to look at you through the window.

You send him a sideways glare. “Get in the car or you can walk your ass all the way back home.”

“Or I could walk back to the bar and take your bike back home,” he challenges.

“With what keys?” You question, holding up the set that you had given him earlier today.

“Maybe I’ll just hotwire it.”

“Good luck getting through the solid engine cover I welded on there.”

He groans and pulls the door open, sliding in and closing it before crossing his arms over his chest.

You start the car and head back to the bar where he was arrested.

“Do you really have a solid cover over the engine?” He asks on the way there.

You can't help but laugh a little. “No I didn't. But I changed the colors of the wire covers so that no one but me knows what colors are what wires. Best way to keep someone from taking it is to confuse them before they even start.”

He can't help but grin. “My genius sister.”

“And my idiot brother,” he rolls his eyes at this. “No seriously, Jim. What am I going to do with you? After tomorrow there's gonna be no one to bail you out of fights. No one to pick you up from a holding cell. You really need to be more careful,” you tell him in all seriousness.

He shrugs and leans over, ruffling your hair. “Don't worry about me. I’ll be fine.”

“Fine my ass. You're gonna get your sorry ass locked up if you keep doing stupid shit like this.”

“Like you don't do stupid shit all the time. Like disabling the principles car? Or setting the scoreboard at the football field to scream insults at the players instead of announcing the score? Oh, or how about when you cut the fuel line to Jack’s truck and left him stranded 30 miles outside of town?”

“The difference is that I didn't get caught James! You go around and get into fights. You draw a crowd and get yourself in trouble! I don't!”

You pull into the parking lot and cut the car off.

“I know that you don't always get into fights for the hell of it,” you say softly. “I just want you to try and be more careful when it comes to getting into them. And try not getting yourself hurt as often,” you point to the cut above his eye. “I won't be able to patch you up from the academy,” you try to joke.

He nods. “I’ll try not to. But I make zero promises,” he says, smiling at you.

“I’ll honestly take what I can get from you at this point,” you laugh.

You step out of the car. “I’ll let you drive her. Try not to break her. I’ve got enough left to do as it is.”

“I’ll take it real slow with her,” he teases, sliding over into the driver's seat and patting the top of the steering wheel.

“Yeah I bet you will,” you mutter as you walk over to your bike, pulling it alongside Jim. “I’ll follow you out. Make sure you don't try to drive off somewhere.”

“Wouldn't dream of it,” he winks before backing out of the parking lot.

The ride home is fairly quiet until you get into the garage.

Jack comes storming out of the house as you walk towards the back door.

“Where the hell have you two been? Who gave you permission to leave? Cause I sure as hell didn’t and your mother’s not here.”

You roll your eyes and push past him. “Well from what I heard you told the cops to keep Jim. But I’m eighteen. I can do whatever I want.”

He grabs your arm and pulls you back to him.

“The hell you can. You still live in my house, which means you follow my rules,” he sneers, squaring up to you.

You hold your hand out to stop Jim from doing anything.

“Yeah? Well maybe I’ll leave. What then asshole? Then you can’t control me.”

He laughs in your face. “You wouldn’t be able to make it. You’ve got no money and no place to go. You’d be back here begging on your knees to come back and live here in two weeks, maybe less.”

“Wanna bet?” You say, glaring at him.

He glares back and you pull away from him.

“I’ll be gone in the morning.”

He smirks at you. “We’ll see.”

[shadedrose01]

Monster

Relationships: Harley Keener & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Harley Keener/Peter Parker

Tags: Time Travel, Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Character Death Discussed, Canonical Character Death, Its not shown tho, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Harley Keener Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Acting as Harley Keener's Parental Figure, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure

Prompts: “2029, that’s not a real year” / time travel / future au

Notes: HAPPY PARKNER WEEK 2020 EVERYBODY!! Im so excited for this, and I hope you guys are too! We're starting off with a fic that's more irondad with Harley than parkner, oops 😅 BUT most of the rest of the week is allll parkner. Either way, I hope you all enjoy!! 💞💞

Read on ao3 here!

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The tools he was subconsciously fidgeting with fall to the floor with a few loud bangs, and theres a quick thought of "oh shit, Jax" before its gone and the overwhelming reality of his situation smacks him in the face and floods his mind. This, this can't be real, he reasons, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped, his vision blurry from sudden tears as he stares at the hologram in front of his own two eyes. Blinks, ignoring the tracks that run down his cheeks, rubs his eyes hard, checks again. Because it can't be true, but the hologram still says "successful", still shows the 99.73% chance of working, still gleams in a bright green glow and illumates the entire room.

He releases a shuttering breath, takes a wobbly step back on legs that feel like they'll give out at any second, grasps on tightly to the table beside him to hold him upright as his gaze is still locked into the image still in front of him, still existent, still real even though it couldn't be, it was too good to be true, but it was.

He places his free hand hand over his mouth, his lips pulling at his cheeks as his smiles so unbelievably wide, tears slipping into his mouth unbeknownst to him because- he did it. He really did it.

Harley had found a way to recreate time travel. He had his chance.

Eleven years ago, Harley had disappeared into ashes and dust, had died along with half of the entire planet, the entire universe. Six years ago, he had returned, lost and confused, only to find his house in shambles, his mother dead and that Tony Stark- the man that had saved his life once upon a time- had done it again, along with everyone else by snapping the infinity stones and bringing everyone back, losing his own life in the process. A few days after that, he was called by Pepper Potts herself- or, Pepper Stark now, he later discovers- to tell him the news, and personally invite him to his funeral. A few weeks, and he was on a plane, then in a car, then surrounded by people, heroes in which he didn't know, seemingly the only non-powered kid there, outside of Tony Stark's daughter.

Six years ago, Harley Keener met one Peter Parker, and everything fell into place. Everything that was once dark, cloudy, uncertain after a whole five years of being gone, was now bright, sunny, and hopeful. They were at a funeral, sure, but Harley just knew that they were meant to be. They just clicked, and as the days, weeks, months, and years went on, they had grown together. First through their grief, then their confusion, their bitterness, fustration and anger at a world that had moved on without them, then through their connection, their love. They had talked through messages and even hand written letters when they were 16, 17, they had went to university together when they were 18, 19, moved in together when they were 20, 21, and adopted their Jackson, or Jax as they called him, when they were 22, 23. They were soulmates since the moment they met, had found each other when they needed each other most, and Harley had always said, always known that it was Tony who had put them together, who had put them in the same place and gifted them with the other, and Harley couldn't have been more thankful.

And yet... Harley couldn't get this stupid idea out of his head. He had gotten it the first year after, when he had drank away his sorrows and clambered to the lab, throwing things out of the closet, Tony's closet in a fit of passion, of agony and loss, until he had stumbled upon two glass tubes full of a vibrant red liquid and had frozen solid, like a deer in the headlights, an idea, a plan forming in his head. He had scribbled down everything he could think of, he drew what he remembered of the way the time portal had looked, had rambled to Peter about once he had come home from his patrol- his coping mechanism of the time- trying to think of ways to recreate the very time machine Tony had recreated to go back to retrieve the stones, only instead of getting stones, they'd be saving him, saving Tonys life and it would be great.

But, then he remembers how Peter had shut it down then and there, how upset the other man had gotten, thinking Harley was insane, telling him of all the things that could go wrong, of how it could change the entire outcome of the universe, and then, once he recognized how drunk Harley truly was, had dragged him to bed and given him an ultimatum in the morning, had told him to forget the idea in the morning, or else they were over. And Harley had forgotten about it for a while, had put it into the back of his mind and tried to focus on the here and the now, tried to focus on their relationship, on Peter, on his kid, on their lives... but he just couldn't get it out of his mind. Not completely. It was like an itch he couldn't scratch, that just grew more and more itchy the longer he ignored it. When he had proposed to Peter underneath the stars, at a candlelight dinner, and they had called all of their family afterwards, he had felt a pang in his heart. When he had gotten married to the man of his dreams in the forest, surrounded by their family and friends, he had ached, knowing Tony would've been in the front seat, probably crying like a baby, even though he'd never admit it. When they had adopted little Jax, and gotten to hold their baby for the first time, Harley had yearned, aching for the father figure in his life to help give him advice, to help tell him what to do, to be there at all. Even though Tony and Harley hasn't been close before everything, he had always wanted Tony to be there for these steps of his life, and he knew, knew that Tony had wanted it too. He wanted to rant to him about his crush, wanted to ask for his hand, wanted him to walk him down the aisle, wanted him to teach him how to be a dad, wanted to tell him all about Jax and his quirks, his first steps, "He's babbling now, Tony, it's the cutest sound you'll ever hear!" and he just...

He hears footsteps walking down the hall, and Harley's breath hicks. His gaze shifts to the two smaller tubes on full display on his desk, just beside the reactor for Iron Lad suit that he had upgraded for this exact situation, just in case this moment ever happened. He hears Peter call his name, sounding a little worried, and his gut drops, his heart beating like stallion galloping in an open field. He doesn't think as he grabs the reactor, sticking it to his chest and pressing it, feeling the nanites fall into place over his skin as he also grabs the tubes, putting one into the canister and the other into a holding area, for his way back, before racing to the platform and hovering his finger over the button, the system already set to bring him back to April 15th, 2023.

He knew Peter would be upset, and might hate him, might leave him for this but... he had a chance, and he just couldn't let it go. He squeezes his eyes shut, feels more liquid slip down his cheeks, silently begs for forgiveness before pushing the button just as his helmet falls in front of his face, Peter's face, full of unbridled fear being the last thing he sees, a scream of his name being the last thing he hears before he shrinks, collapsing again and again as he weaves through tunnels of nothing, of time, he assumes, his eyes narrowing and his teeth clenching as his body is bashed around by the wind and speed of his decent, until suddenly he's on the ground again, on all fours, his hands and feet grabbing onto dirt and surrounded by dust particles floating in the air. Harley gasps, panting out fast breathes as he sits up, and turns to look behind him, his mask retracting instinctively as he sees the ruins of the Avengers Compound, and loses his breath again.

He's here, holy shit, he's here, he's doing this, oh my god Peter was going to kill him.

His head whips around as he hears a loud yell, multiple yells, and then screaming, sounds of weapons clashing and fists thumping, people fighting, and it brings him right back into his reality, his helmet returning over his face as he creeps forward, around the rock (or scrap of compound, Harley couldn't tell) that he was hiding behind to see the battle firsthand, the allies matched by the enemies one for one. From here, Harley can see Black Panther, T'Challa swiping at an aliens ankles before jumping on top of him and slitting his throat, while his sister Shuri is beside him, shooting lasers the smaller ones rushing beside them. A wizard is using a magic rope against another alien creature, holding it down while a... goose? Duck? Burns its face with a cigar. Harley doesn't know why he's surprised at that, he's seen weirder in his years, but he shakes it off quickly, whispering for his AI, TON-EE, to track and find her namesake.

He can't be seen, he knows that much. Iron Lad didn't exist at this time, Harley wasn't apart of the battle, and now, as he watches it take place all around him, smells the sharp bitterness in their air, breathes in particles and coughs out soot, he's sort of thankful that he wasn't, a complete contrast to the nights, the years spend wishing that he was. 

TON-EE beeps at him, and then a map comes up, of one large red dot surrounded by what looks like a million tiny white ones, all allies and enemies, and when it zooms out, Harley can see its right in the middle, right where all of the action is. Of course Tony could be there, in the hardest place possible for him to get to. He's gotta make things harder for him, even after death. Or, before death? Whatever, it doesn't matter. Or, it won't, if Harley gets his way.

He's just gotta get there now. He can hear the battle raging on in the background as he whispers to TON-EE, and starts to fly, feeling the armor shift as it turns and flips, the retroreflective panels going into place and turning him mostly invisible to the naked eye. Normally he wouldn't fly when in this mode, his replusors and their glow would give him away, but he's hoping the battle will be enough of a distraction to where nobody will notice. Or, if they do, they'll ignore it for the time being, and assume he's just another ally. He makes sure he's high above the battle, making sure to keep an eye on the flyers around him- Falcon is dropping grenades and bombs further into enemy territory, and Ant-Man, while huge, couldn't move very fast, so he should be fine- as he zooms into the warzone, moving quickly and efficiently, watching as the red dot gets bigger, closer.

He feels something out of the corner of his eye, in his blind spot, and he jerks backwards at the last second, just as a giant white Pegasus flies past him, a woman on its back and a higher pitched scream of "woAH-" flying past afterwards, hanging from- from a web, Harley freezes, realizes, watching Spider-Man, watching Peter cling to the web as he gets thrown around haphazardly, hanging off of the horse, clutching onto what he knows is the infinity gauntlet, remembers from when Peter told him so all those years ago, a few months after all of this. Told him that he had it, that he should've held onto it when Carol asked for it, should've gotten the stones and used it himself, should've saved everyone himself, he mightve survived it after all but Harley had only felt fear, knowing that he wouldn't have. He shakes the memory away, and follows the swirving horse, the clinging spider, knowing it'll lead him straight to where he needs to be.

The thing was, Harley had forgotten why Peter had fallen to the ground, why Carol had gotten the chance to ask him for the gauntlet, only remembering when he hears a scream of "Look out!" Before all hell breaks loose, canons shooting down from the sky and exploding to the ground, shaking the earth beneath him.

"Shit!" He tries to fly out of the trajectory, tries to get out of the battlefield while still staying close, but his leg gets nipped by the beam, he gets thrown off balance, and then he's falling, and crashes to the ground with a loud bang that's sounds quiet compared to the booms of the canons, of the tremors of the earth he can now feel beneath his fingertips, his entire body shuttering with the ground. He groans, his body searing with pain, before his mind reboots and the panic sets in. He checks the storage area, sighing with relief when the vial is still in tact, before checking his system to see whats broken, what's working, whats still up. His back replusor is down, so his flight system is gone, but outside of that, it seems everything is still working, and he breathes out a sigh of relief. Its okay, he can still do this, he'll just- have to find his way on land, he'll just have to be more careful.

He glances around, the earth still exploding around him, hearing wails of pain from people he can't even see, dust scattering in the air and blood seeping into the dirt, his stomach churning at the sight and his ears ringing as he tries to focus, stepping forward to run into the field, to find his way to Tony just as the tracker system reappears in his field of vision, just as he sees the red dot basically overtaking the screen, just as he's grabbed and is suddenly in flight, weaving through the air in somebody's arms.

Before Harley can even struggle, he's being dropped, the two suits landing back down at the same time, and Harley turns, his eyes widening as he sees the signature red and gold, scruffed and marked and dirty from the fight, the bright blue glow of the arc reactor, and the two eye slits that disappear as his visor retracts and suddenly Harley is stumbling because oh my god, he did this, this is it, this is- he is-

"Kid?? Is that you?" Tony asks, voice full of wonder and awe, full of bewilderment and concern, his iries a little darker, softer than he remembered, his hair and beard full of gray hairs and his face full of wrinkles from smiling, laughing, crying, and he's so real, this is real, that Harley can't help the sob that bubbles out of his chest, that slips past his lips. He can hear Tony still talking to him, saying something about Harley's suit, but he doesn't even hear it, can't hear it as he stumbles forward and pulls the man into a tight hug, his body lurching forward in another silence cry, tears flowing down his pushed up cheeks harder when he feels the warmth beneath his fingertips, the smooth metal and the feeling of skin and stubble against his cheek and he's here, he's okay, he's alive. "Harley?" The man murmurs quieter, sounded so confused but also not questioning, seemingly not caring as he pulls the younger man closer, running a hand down his back and pressing a kiss to the side of his head. "Bud?"

"I'm sorry," He blurts out, and he doesn't even know why he says it, but he needs him to know, needs him to. "I'm sorry. I just-" He rubs at his eye with a free hand, burrowing his face into Tony's neck, feeling the rapid bump of a heartbeat beneath his skin and sobbing again. "I missed you so much." Its a whisper, under his breath, one he doesn't mean for Tony to hear, but its clear he does, the man stiffening up for a few seconds before untensing with a shaky breath, tugging Harley even closer.

They don't say anything else for a while, Tony clearly thinking, putting together pieces of a situation he shouldn't even know, that Harley never should have told him, but he can't care, doesn't care right now as he feels Tony move, feels his chest rise and fall with each breath, feels the heat beneath his skin, feels his jaw moving and his cheek shifting as he blinks, and breaths, and lives. Harley could stay here forever, and be happy, but he knows he can't, knows that isn't how this day should, or can, go.

"What year are you from?" The older man questions, finally breaking the silence between them as he seemingly put the puzzle together, and Harley releases a shaky exhale, shutting his eyes, longing to block out the world and live in this moment forever.

"2029," He answers anyways, honestly, and suddenly Tony snorts, Harley furrowing his eyebrows at the seemingly random sound until-

"2029? Come on, that's not a real year."

Harley bursts into chuckles, unexpectedly, and from the grin it places on Tony's face, that was the purpose of the tease. "I mean it, old man. 2029."

Tony lets out a noise similar to a squawk at the old man comment, and lightly smacks the back of his head as Harley snickers, feeling so light and warm, he missed this, he missed this feeling so much, and seemingly sensing the sadness lingering under Harleys skin, the mood darkens again, their voices quieting again as Tony whispers, "2029, wow."

"Yeah," Harley whispers back, feeling the heaviness in the air on his back, his shoulders, his lungs, almost suffocating him with its thickness.

"So you're... 24?"

"23." He corrects, as Tony finally steps back and Harleys fingers twitch to pull him back in, as Tony's hand grabs his chin lightly, a thumb rubbing his cheek in a soothing, paternal gesture, his eyes softening even more, growing shiny in the faint gray light.

"All grown up."

Harley hums in affirmation, ignoring the way the back of his eyes start burning again, his heart swelling. "I have a kid, a son." Now that he has the chance, everything just seems to be spilling out of him without filter.

Tony's eyes widen and his face glows with a pride that makes Harley's shoulders shutter again, even as his smile widens far enough to break his face. "A son, huh?"

"Yeah, me and- me and Peter adopted him a few months ago, his name is Jackson Anthony, and- and he's perfect, Tony, he's perfect, he's so small, and sweet, and he barely cries, he's like a dream." And that he's started, he can't seem to stop, spilling quickly about Jax, and about Peter, the wedding, their life and how wonderful it is, how much he loves them, but before he knows it, he's biting his tongue and freezing into place, words on the tip of his tongue that he dare not let out, he can't, his chest feeling heavy and aching as he thinks, 'God I wish you could've been there'.

Tony just smiles, tight and sad, like he knows what he's thinking, like he knows what happens, and brushes another tear off his cheek as he asks, soft and low, "Harley, why are you here? Why did you come back?" And Harley just stares at him, begging and pleading him to understand without him having to say it, and when the mans face shutters, his eyes darkening and his smile tilting into a light frown, he knows that he does. "Kid-"

"I couldn't-" He shakes his head, clenching and unclenching his hands rapidly. "I had a chance, Tony, and I had to, I have to-"

"You can't, bub." Tony murmurs, and Harley just shakes his head again, harder, firmer.

"I have to."

"You can't." He restates, holding onto Harley's arms tightly and forcing him to make eye contact, to look him in the eyes even if Harley wants to look anywhere else, wants to think of any other way, any other option than this. "This is my destiny, kid."

"It doesn't have to be, there has to be another way," Harley pleads, "Captain Marvel could survive the snap, I did the calculations, if I just get the glove to her-"

Tony just shakes his head too, looking eerily serious, sullen. "It could change too much, it could change everything, Harley-"

"So? You'd survive-"

"You have a husband, and a kid-"

"So did you!" Harley spits back, shaking off Tony's hold and glaring at him, even as he shakes, and swallows around a lump in his throat. "You had Pepper, and Morgan, and- and Peter, and me and you just- you still want to just-"

All of the fight rushes out of him, and his shoulders slump, his head held low and salt pooling at his chin, dripping to the floor. Tony takes a step forward, and carefully places a hand onto Harleys shoulder, stating calmly, accepting, "I made my choice, kid. And I don't regret it." When Harley peers up at it, face scrunched up in agony, Tony continues, soft and sad. "How can I, when I get to see this? When I know you and Peter are so happy, when I-" He swallows. "When I hope Pepper has moved on, and Morgan has got the chance to grow up with his two older brothers." He squeezes Harley's face, and gives him a smile made only for him, full of honest, open love. "How can I regret any of it, when I know all of my family is together again?"

"Without you." Harley chokes out, and Tony's smile stays, shrugs once.

"If thats the price to pay, I'll pay it. I told myself I'd do anything, anything to get you and Peter back. I knew it was worth it, worth anything, and now, this," He rubs Harleys cheek as he crumbles with another agonizing sob, "Now I know for sure. It was worth it. It was all worth it."

Harley falls into his arms again, wailing loudly into his chest, and Tony just soothes him, shushes him quietly and holds him close. "I miss you so much,"

"I know," He murmurs faintly.

"I love you so much." He sobs, and Tony just presses a harder kiss to his head, and holds it there for a few seconds, liquid dripping onto his head.

"I love you too, polpetta. More than you'll ever know."

"I don't know if I can- can lose you again."

Tony doesn't answer this time, and Harley cries harder, his entire body tremoring just like the ground did, knowing, knowing he has to back, knowing he cant change Tony's mind, but aching, his heart shattering and crumbling into pieces of dust similar to the compound surrounding them, and it takes a few more minutes, a few more moments of a hug so tight it makes his muscles whine, his bone creak, before Tony tells him quietly, melancholy.  "You gotta to back, Harls."

He squeezes the man again, nodding, knowing he's right, knowing his husband his back there in the garage waiting for him, knowing his son is in his cradle, fast asleep, knowing his life is waiting for him back home. He savors the last few seconds of holding his father, his dad in his arms, before he steps back. Tony gives him a grin, one last, big toothy smile, a complete contrast to the shine in his eyes, on his cheeks, and Harley smiles back, saying one last "I love you," and hearing it echoed in return.

"I love you too. Both of you, all of you."

He takes the vial out of the storage slot, putting into place, and glances up one last time, searing all of Tony's features into his mind, into memory, his words echoing in his head as he presses the button, whispers a goodbye, and shrinks.

The return back is much faster, Harley only getting a blink before he's back in his garage, the room a mess similar to how he left it, and the first thing he sees is Peter, his husband, the love of his life still stood in the very same place, in the doorway of the garage, his baby browns wide and teary, looking so fearful, so scared, yet so thankful that Harley returned.

"Harley?!?" He gasps, and Harley barely gives his suit time to retract before he's rushing forward and crashing into Peter, Peter already into soothing mode and whispering faint reassures, to himself or to harley he doesn't know, Harley crumbling again in his arms and sputtering out, over and over and over, "He loves you, he loves us, loves us so much." Like its the last chance he'd ever get to say it again.

Peter just holds him close, similar to the way his dad did only moments before, and Harley sinks into the warmth, vowing to live in the here and the now from now on. To live in the moment, and be there for his husband and his son, knowing that Tony was watching over them, with that same proud smile and little glint in his eyes.