#i'm going to start tinkering with it tonight!

[austerulous]

So I treated myself to a refurbished graphics tablet. 👀

[aniismydaddy]

Tinkering- James Kelly

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! smut, cheating, unprotected piv, semi-public, f receiving oral, slut shaming pairing: neighbor!James Kelly x fem!reader summary: you're home from college for the summer, but that doesn't mean the fun has to end. a/n: enjoy & happy birthday hayden!!

summers, you dreaded the summers in your hometown. None of your college age friends were there and your parents, when they weren't working or arguing, paid you no attention. You looked for attention and fun anywhere you could find it and well, James, your married next-door neighbor wasn't exempt. When he wasn't bent over under the hood of someone's car, he was outside dragging a cigarette and checking you out... he was anything but inconspicuous.

The one night you actually have plans in your shithole hometown, the obvious happens. "Fuck!" you yell as you turn the key in your car, and it doesn't start. You hop out and slam the door angrily, stuck at home again for another night. "Just my fucking luck." you hiss before leaning over the hood of your car.

James was outside having his normal evening cigarette drag when you yelled, and he decided to come take a look. On his way over, he took a careful mental note of the scenery, young twenty-something girl, shortest sage green dress known to man, black lace thong begging to be ripped off, and a body that was sure to turn heads. "Won't start?" he asked taking a long look at you up and down.

You look up frustrated, but also nervous. "Of course he had to fucking be outside, great! At least I look hot though." you think to yourself. You'd spent days checking James out from your bedroom window or the front porch, and he was HOT too, dark hair, blue eyes you've been dying to get lost in, slim build, but definitely got a bit of muscle under those button-up shirts and tank tops, and a face that you'd never forget.

"Hello?" he asked, waving his hand in front of your face. A small mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as you stood there watching him and mute. "Won't start?"

"Oh... uh no it won't. I'm on my way to a party, well... I was and then my car wouldn't start, so yeah" you sigh deeply. "I never have car problems and of course on the one day I'm supposed to leave this shitty town and have some fun, I can't."

James lets out a small chuckle "I could take a look at it if you want me to... could be something quick that'll get you to your party tonight... No charge." he offers as he grinds his cigarette out on the asphalt with his shoe.

"You're gonna look at my car? and for free?" you ask, cutting your eyes at him. "What's the catch?"

"The catch?" he says feigning ignorance. "No catch sweetheart, I fix your car because I like fixing cars, and you get to your party, which I can tell must be pretty important by the choice of attire." he teases manipulatively while looking you up and down.

You pull down your dress in a poor attempt to make it longer, not realizing how revealing your outfit is until he mentioned it. "Uh... yeah sure... you can take a look at it" you reply coyly. You watch as James heads into his garage to grab some tools and return. You watch as he pops the hood and starts poking all around your car, or at least that's what it looked like to you, you don't know a single thing about cars, but how to drive them.

"Well, bad news sweetheart, you're not gonna make it to your party tonight, but I can get it fixed for you tomorrow." He says as he shuts the hood of your car. "I'll start early so I'll be done in time in case you have plans." He says eyeing you once more.

You sigh deeply "Thanks, that'll be fine." You part ways with him for the night and retreat into the house. The next morning you decide to sleep in, since your car wasn't working, and you can't go but so far anyway. After a shower and breakfast, you decide to walk over to James' garage and check on your car. "Making progress?" you ask curiously.

James looked up at you from under the hood of your car. You were dressed in short black shorts and a tight cropped shirt. "You always dress like that?" he asks feigning concern.

You look down at your outfit choice. It was particularly hot that day, so you didn't see the issue in your clothes. "Dress like what? It's like 100 degrees out here" you say slightly annoyed.

James chuckles softly "Do you always dress in something short and tight... is that like your thing or are you trying to tempt me" he says, his eyes never leaving the task at hand.

You feel your stomach start to do backflips at his words. He was hot and he knew you thought so too. "Both, if you're into that." you say trying to sound calm, though you liked to know he paid attention to you.

James stops and looks up at you "I'm a married man princess." he says while wiping his hands on one of the shop rags.

You huff, taking the shot you had been dying for. "I see you checking me out on my morning jogs or whenever we're both outside for that matter, so don't play that "married man" card with me." You fold your arms as you wait for his response.

James laughs while continuing to survey you. "Bold. I like bold, and I said that I'm married, not that I'm faithful." he smirks as he cutely taps your nose.

You feel the lump in your throat grow at his admission. Married, hot, and willing to cheat? it's not something you've tried before, but you're definitely into it. "So then why are you married if you're just gonna cheat on her?" you ask, though you don't give a damn, you just wanna sound less like a shit young slut.

"Do you really give a damn? or is this one of those conversations that's supposed to make you feel less guilty if I decide to fuck you." he asked, though he knew the latter was the answer.

"You want the truth or the socially acceptable truth" you laugh softly, there wasn't shit funny about this interaction, but he was so hot, and you were wet and needy.

James laughs too "I won't be needing any answer sweetheart, I already know. Keep coming around here dressed like that and I might have to take you up on that offer." he winks at you.

"You don't wanna take me up on it now? I only see one car in the yard, so that means your wife's gone and I can tell you're happy to see me" you joke at the sight of the growing bulge in his jeans. You move fully into the garage, only standing inches apart from each other

James' mischievous smirk turns into a wide mischievous grin. "If you've always found me so attractive, what's taken you so long to come over here."

"My car worked before, it doesn't now so that's why I'm here, but that doesn't mean you don't deserve a parting gift for all your hard work" you say, tracing along the waistband of his jeans.

James was so tempted to just bend you over and take you right there, but he tried to focus on the task at hand first. "I... I uh should probably finish tinkering with your car first if you plan on going out tonight." He says playing with a lock of your hair, poorly resisting temptation

"Well what if I need to be tinkered with..." you say in a low seductive tone

James laughs, feeling his body start to heat up "You're a needy one aren't you." he says seductively before pulling you into a lust-filled kiss. The kiss was soft, but gradually got nastier as your tongues fought for dominance. His hands began to roam your body, softly squeezing your ass and gripping your hips.

"Mmm" you moan softly. You couldn't believe you were actually going through with this, especially considering how you knew that he's married. You pulled away slightly, finally able to get lost in those blue eyes. "God James, I want you so badly" you whimper as your reach down feeling his growing cock.

James's eyes darken with anticipation. "I've wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you." He smacks your ass hard and grabs it firmly "Walking around in all that tight shit just for me?"

The kissing resumed, deep and passionate and everything they both wanted. James let his hands roam, up and under your shirt and in one swift motion, your shirt was on the ground. He quickly popped the hooks on the back of your bra, allowing your soft perky tits with erect nipples to spill out. "Just what I fantasized about" he muttered as he nibbled on the soft skin of your neck.

"You fantasize about me? hmm?" you tease as he lifts you onto his work station table

"When you bouce around dressed like that, you leave me no choice." James lifts your hips with one hand and pulls off your shorts with the other. He drags his index and middle finger up and down the lace fabric of your panties. "So wet and needy huh? That's all for me?" he growls before ripping off your panties and discarding them.

James spread your legs wide and stepped back to take in the view. It was true, you were soaked and it was all for him. It felt like you had already orgasmed and he hadn't even fucked you yet. James started slow, kissing your inner thighs and teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue.

"Please..." you begged softly for him to finally just tongue fuck your needy pussy. He sunk his face into your warm pussy, using his mouth to suck your clit and please you just right. He licked and sucked in all the right places, after all he was an experienced man. "James, please don't stop" you scream as you grab his hair, pushing him deeper into your needy cunt.

James lets out a soft hum into your pussy "mmm, taste so good sweetheart, just like I knew you would." The wet sounds of him slurping and tongue fucking your wet and aching pussy filled the garage. "God you're so good at that James... I love the way you suck on my clit" you moan loudly as he continues his pleasure-filled assault.

it didn't take long and he knew what he was doing, all you juices came flowing out like a waterfall, coating his face and shirt with your sweet release. "That's it baby, that's my good girl... show me how much you want it." his words were almost enough to make you cream again, he was just that fucking sexy.

You helped James pull his shirt off and unbutton his jeans before hungrily pulling down his bottoms. His thick erect cock sprung free, the tip leaking with precum. Hot and a fat dick? He was the whole package and you're living for it. He used the tip of his cock to tease your folds and leaking entrance. He'd push in slightly, but not all the way, just enough to hear you gasp and see you squirm.

"I need all of it James please... I cant take it anymore" you beg relentlessly as he continues to tease you. "Beg for it" he growls as he slaps the tip on your clit causing you to let out a soft moan "Please James I cant take it anymore, I need that cock" you beg again and again

"Good girl" He praises as he fully pushes into you. "So wet and tight... such a needy little cum slut. Yeah?" He growls as he thrust into you hard and deep. He grips your hips tightly with one hand and uses the free hand to caress your tits. "You're so fucking sexy, you know that?" he says as he rests his forehead against yours and thrusts into you. With every hungry thrust, he keeps eye contact.

"Mm, fuck you feel so good in me like that" you moan loudly. Your knuckles go white from gripping the edge of the table to stabilize yourself. "mhmm, mhmm, harder please, faster" you beg as he relentlessly claims you as his own. The pleasure washes over you, causing you to close your eyes. "Look at me when I fuck you, look me in the eyes like the nasty little whore you want me to think you are" James barks as he drills into your leaking pussy over and over.

Your walls start to clench around him as your reach your peak and you can feel he's getting close too, with his thrusts becoming more ragged. "f-fuck I'm gonna cum James, I'm gonna cum" you scream. "Me too babygirl, you want my cum like a good little slut?" His lips crash into yours as he fucks his cum right into you, not slowing down til' he's pumped you with every inch of his warm white seed.

"Oh god, oh god... that was AMAZING" you say through labored breaths. "Amazing is an understatement babydoll" James says as he kisses your forehead. "Now that we've had a little fun, I got work to do" He leaves you with one last sloppy kiss, that lingers, before adjusting his clothes and getting back to work.

You adjust your clothes and head back next door to your house, to watch from you window like you never even met.

[f4nd0m-fun]

So in a lot of these monster hunting fantasy webcomics, you have these things called monster cores. Imagine, if you will, an AU where the Justice League has always been in a world like this. Maybe an alternate earth, maybe the aliens are from different planes instead of planets, maybe you've got magic as the primary force and yet there's some who still manage to stick almost entirely to tech/magitech (like Bruce). These cores are essentially batteries, and the more powerful the monster the more energy you can draw. Also, I love the idea that, if you put it together right, you can technically recharge it.

Enter, the Phamily. Either they are from this world and the Fentons are monster hunters trying to find the origin place of the monsters, or this isn't their original world and they're trying to open a portal home.

Danny, Ellie, Dan, and Vlad if he's there, have cores. These can be considered batteries just looking at the way ectoplasm is used (imagine how much more potent the cores would be than the globs). Jazz, the parents, and Danny's friends if they're there too are liminal. This could mean that magic considers them part monster despite no cores, or maybe they're considered akin to warlocks or sorcerers, looked down upon but not actively hunted or something. Although the presence of the half monster kids and what seems to be a half monster dad... (yes this is probably a family breakfast ship, sue me if you dare) well, Vlad is gonna be determined to fight off the rumors with whatever he's got, there's no need for his darling Maddie to get worked up about idiots, aside from him and Jack of course. (I also love Vlad x Connie so this could either be Vlad is just an uncle or we get Connie in and call it Family Party or something - Party cause alcohol?)

Also not entirely sure on how I'm writing Bruce and Dick here, I want them to be able to access magic in some way, but sensing magic might be more of an Oracle/Barbara thing, I'm not sure, but also they can't do anything big or flashy with it, it's more tiny stuff which is why they rely on magitech. Also the idea that even if people can sense magic, usually they ignore changes aside from moving away from it if necessary cause usually it means a bunch of monsters are coming through a breach. Honestly, not sure how to run this but, eh.

The below segment is written with Native!JL and Isekai!DP in mind.

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Bruce had been tinkering with his latest animaga, a monster core whose energy had been threaded through one if his favorite inventions, intended to allow him and his ward flight with the use of monster wings.

"B!"

He tensed but refuses to startle as his ward all but jumped on top of him. "Yes Dick?"

"The magic feels weird!"

Bruce paused, setting his tools down. He knew as a half elf, Richard was sensitive to magic, but wasn't nearly as strong with it as most full elves.

Of course, Bruce had always been considered... disabled in that regard, a full elf who could only feel the energy close to him, though it wasn't public knowledge that he knew of. "That's good to know, Chum, why don't you meditate on it and I'll investigate tonight?"

His ward seemed to understand the intent to leave him behind and started to protest.

"Chum, I was going out alone before you showed up, if the magic really has changed, it'll be safer for me to go out and use the radar."

Dick whined but didn't protest again.

Bruce hoped he wouldn't sneak out this time.

As night began to fall, a family of 9 was gutting a strange metallic ship. Well, the three elder ones were, while the younger ones worked together to scout out the area.

Bruce had just arrived to the location, but chose not to interfere just yet. Batman was the embodiment of night to many, a fearsome predator to others, and some even thought he was a monster himself. Reconnaissance was his strength, as was stealth.

"I don't know, Jazz, the energy here is weird. Muggy almost." His form gave off a soft glow, not unlike that of the whisps, though much larger in body.

The girl with red hair, Jazz he presumed, did not appear impressed. "Like you're the expert on energy. Maybe you should ask Sam when we get back to Mom and dad."

"And Vlad."

"Don't remind me."

The glowing one shuddered. "I know him and our parents have been buddy buddy again but why did he take you find along?"

"Because you're still in training, Daniel."

Both children shrieked.

"I see your core has accepted me into your Fraid."

Bruce froze a bit. Core? Thier energy was certainly strange but not entirely monstrous, hence his inactivity, but the presence of a core presented issues.

"Whatever, Fruitloop. Go back to camp."

"I don't think I will, you're being watched and I can't have my son or daughter being in harm's way."

"Give it a rest, Frootloop, we're not your kids." Despite their attitude, something about their reaction and stance suggested they were worried about being watched as well.

Bruce wondered how they knew about him, perhaps he should have asked Lucius for help with a dampening field to hide the energy of the animaga?

"Don't bother flying away, you'll be surrounded before you can think." Vlad placed a hand on Danny's shoulder.

Before Bruce could react, there was a flash of light that all but burned onto his retinas, but the light was all wrong, a deep black instead of a glowing hue. By the time he was back to his senses, Vlad was gone, and in his place was another strange Whisp. Batman didn't have to turn around to find there were identical ones behind him. Clearly, this was an opponent not to be underestimated.

[ronwestbreeze]

TO YOU , WORLDS AWAY : PART ONE : CHAPTER SEVEN

pairing: jake sully x human!fem!reader

summary: in which project pandora is revealed

warnings: none! word count: 3.6k

author’s note: it all goes downhill from here…prepare yourselves

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You didn’t mean to become distant. You didn’t mean to pull away. But when you got really focused on something, it was hard to really pay attention to anything else.

And right now, you were focused on planning out Project Pandora. The last few days you had been locked up in your lab sorting through plans and past designs and trying to figure out the best way to do this without Quaritch knowing or suspecting anything. If anything, he probably did suspect something considering how loudly you voiced your disapproval for the RDA. Just didn’t know what extent you were willing to go. Honestly, you didn’t know either.

Grace was starting to notice your withdrawal, the way you didn’t eat or barely interacted with her and Jake, hell you even ignored Norm’s side comments. You knew that the more she worried the more likely she would start to figure out what you were doing. And you’ve been able to hide this project from her for half a year, you weren’t about to let that change now.

Which was why you were sitting with Norm and Grace, eating with them while Jake was still asleep that morning.

“They must’ve worn him out the other day.” Norm muttered, glancing toward the back where the sleeping chambers were.

“There preparing him it seems.” Grace sipped at her tea. “His ceremony’s today. He’ll be officially one of the Omatikaya by the end of tonight.” She glanced toward you knowingly, “Pretty big deal.”

You nodded quietly, poking at your breakfast. “What do we do after?”

Grace didn’t respond. Even Norm remained quiet.

“So nothing?”

“So, I'm working on it, Tinkers.” Grace sighed as she got up to throw her now empty cup into the sink. “Just give me some time, I’ll think of something.”

“Parker and Quaritch won’t listen.” You argued calmly, getting up as well. “Grace, you know that. They want that Unobtanium crap and guys like Parker and Quaritch aren’t going to stop just because we’re preaching kumbaya—”

“Then what do you suggest we do?!” Grace hissed exasperatedly. “Convince the Na’vi to leave their homes? Because we all know that’s not going to happen, no matter how diplomatic we try to be. Na’vi people will not leave, they will fight it and then we’ll have war on our hands!” She shook her head, running a hand through her red curls. “I don’t know what else you want me to do, kid.”

You knew what to do. You’ve known what to do for months now. “Someone has to do something.”

Grace narrowed her eyes, “Let me figure it out. Give me time.”

“Morning, Jake.” Norm said loudly, causing the two of you to turn to said man.

Jake was watching the two of you, obviously sensing the tension in the room. His eyes stayed on you longer as he asked, “Everything good?”

Norm glanced toward Grace and despite your stubbornness you did as well. At the end of all of this, Grace was the one in charge. All of you looked at her each time no matter what.

Grace was looking at you steadily and you realized at that moment there were way too many observant eyes on you. Watching you as if you would blow up any second. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Right, Tinkers?”

Perhaps you were being paranoid but you could’ve sworn that maybe, just maybe, Grace somehow knew what you were planning. She couldn’t have figured it out that quickly though, right? Of course, she knew you like a mother would a daughter but still, no one should know about the project. Not even her.

You have to be careful now.

“Peachy.” You forced a tight smile before grabbing your bowl of unfinished breakfast and throwing it in the sink.

Just as you were about to walk away, Grace grasped your arm, stopping you. “Don’t do anything reckless.” She tightened her grasp, giving you a stern look. “I’m serious.”

After a few seconds, she finally let you go. You didn’t say anything as you sauntered toward the door to your lab. Once you got to the hallway a voice called for you.

“Doc.”

Despite yourself, you stopped at Jake’s voice and turned to find him rolling toward you in the small hallway. Seeing him now reminded you that the two of you hadn’t spoken ever since he admitted to both you, Grace, and Norm about what Quaritch tasked him to do.

You weren’t purposefully avoiding him. Though you also weren’t going out of your way to talk to him either. Really, you wouldn’t blame him if he were upset with you right now.

“I know you don’t want to talk to me right now, I get it and you have every right.” Jake started which surprised you. “But—”

“Jake, I’m not upset with you.” You assured him before he continued. An exhausted sigh left your lips as you leaned against your lab door. “I just have a lot on my mind right now.”

“Quaritch.” Jake frowned.

“More or less.”

He massaged his face tiredly before grunting, “I can figure out a way to fix all of this, to fix my mess. I-I know you love this place and I don’t want him—”

“You and Grace have an awful habit of carrying the world on your shoulders.” You commented, smiling sadly at him. You stepped forward, brushing his short hair back, causing him to look up at you. “Leave some for the rest of us, yeah?”

Just as you were about to drop your hand away from his hair, he caught your hand and directed it to rest against his cheek, his gaze never breaking from yours.

“Come to my ceremony tonight?” He asked quietly. Your heart fluttered as he squeezed your hand, “Grace will already be there. I want you there too.”

A smile stretched onto your face just as it became warmer by the second, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be there.”

“Tsmuke!” Osa gasped excitedly as you and Grace arrived at Hometree. The younger girl ran over toward you and hugged your waist despite her mother’s protests.

“Hello, little one.” You smiled, patting the top of her head.

She looked up at you curiously, pulling you down to your knees. “Are you here for the ceremony?”

You nodded and allowed her to pull you toward the crowd of Na’vi as they began to gather. You could spot Tsu’tey in the midst looking grumpy but tolerant. Mo’at was also among them but stood at the front next to the clan leader and her husband, Eytukan. Of course, you and Grace both stood out since you were wearing clothes while the others wore their usual cultural clothing. You wondered if you’d ever be brave enough to wear what they wore. If Jake could rock a loincloth then perhaps you could do the same if you put your mind to it.

The very idea made you smile quietly despite your distracted mind.

Soon Jake joined the crowd of Na’vi that waited for him. His body was covered in white markings which you guessed was a part of the ceremony. The crowd parted just a bit so that he could stand in the middle and in front of both the Olo’eyktan and the Tsahik. Neytiri was with him, smiling proudly when her father stepped forward.

“You are now a son of the Omatikaya.” Eytukan announced. “You are part of The People.”

The Olo’eyktan was the first to place his hands on Jake’s shoulders and then the rest of the people had followed, touching each other’s shoulders, all of them connecting to the new son of their clan.

Grace grinned proudly and even her joy rubbed off on you a bit. Truly, you wished you could enjoy this entire moment all together, you wished you could be standing next to him, becoming one of the People as well. But even you knew this wouldn’t last long.

At least you would have this moment. At least you’d have this calm before the impending storm ahead.

Maybe in another life…

“Moping already?”

Later that night, you were sitting against a tree, absentmindedly watching both Jake, Grace, and Neytiri talking amongst each other, nearly blending into the crowd of people.

Tsu’tey was walking toward you and squatted down next to you, “Why are you not celebrating with your fellow demons?”

For a moment, you wondered how he’d react if he knew about Jake’s mission. How he’d react when he found out that you knew as well and didn’t tell him. You felt as if you were somehow betraying him, betraying the Omatikaya people the same as Jake was.

“Huh? What is wrong with you?” Tsu’tey pushed your head, snapping you out of your drowning thoughts. “Since when are you this quiet? You’re usually as mouthy as him.”

You shook your head, “It’s nothing. So what’s next for him? Now that he is one of the People.”

If Tsu’tey noticed the way you quickly changed the subject, he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead he focused his narrowed eyes on Jake who was standing next to Neytiri. “He can try to become a warrior, make himself useful. And then he can choose his mate or mates, whichever the people decide.”

“Mates?” You repeated incredulously. Yes, you heard the Na’vi could choose a mate but more than one? This was news to you. “Like at the same time?”

Tsu’tey looked at you as if the answer was obvious, “What, do you Sky People do not do that?” You frowned. He scoffed and smirked cockily, “Of course you don’t.”

“Well, not all the time...” You mumble.

He rolled his eyes before gesturing toward Neytiri’s father, “The Olo’eyktan used to have a second mate, along with our Tsahik. She died years ago.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“No pity, tsmuke. It was long ago.” Tsu’tey stood. He then smacked your arm, nudging you off roughly, “Now get up. Go talk to your demon friend.”

You rolled your eyes and got up, “Always so demanding.”

He tapped his heart twice. You did the same.

“And keep him away from her.” He glared hotly in Jake’s direction as he was still standing with Neytiri.

And now that you looked at them, really looked at them, they looked close.

It was strange though. You did not get mad. You weren’t entirely hurt either. Perhaps this made things easier for you. Perhaps now you could go through with Project Pandora without anything holding you back from it.

Because once it’s launched there’s no going back. There was no coming back from it.

“Hey.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw that Jake was now in front of you, smiling down at you.

“Hi.”

Jake studied you for a moment, cupping your cheek gently, “Why are you over here all alone—”

You backed away, “Um, I’m uh, I have to go.” He stared at you in confusion as you removed his hand, “Tell Grace I’ll be back at the station.”

Just as you were walking away, Jake followed after you, grasping your arm, “Whoa, whoa, what’s going on with you? Doc—”

“Nothing!” You turned when he pulled you back. “It’s nothing, okay? I just need some time alone.”

“Y/N.” Jake moved in front of you, now blocking your way, forced to face him. “I know something’s up. You’ve been acting strange since this morning and I’m worried, okay? I’m worried about you. Hey—”

He caught your face between his hands. Despite yourself, your eyes fluttered closed. Drowning in his touch, the way he held you how you always yearned for him to, his scent overwhelming your senses, your foreheads leaning on each other.

The two of you stayed like this, neither one of you saying anything, afraid of what the other would do. Just when you felt the gentle graze against your lips, you stopped him, shaking your head and pulled away.

“I need time.” You whispered, not meeting his gaze. “Go back to the ceremony, go back to Grace…and Neytiri.” You placed your hands on his chest, further pushing him away. “I’ll be fine.”

Jake didn’t let you go right away. Instead he moved his hands from your face toward your hands against his chest, grabbing them and squeezing them tightly in his hands.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” He told you a small smirk lifting his lips. “At least not without me.”

You lift your shoulders half-heartedly, “I’ll try.”

The next morning, your pillow was snatched from underneath you.

Your eyes snapped open, “What the fuck—”

Grace stood over you, glaring at you as if she were challenging you to finish the sentence. “Get in the link bed.”

She stalked away as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and staggered out of your bed. Everything was too confusing, you woke up too fast, and now the world around you was muffled and groggy. The only thing you could make out was Grace’s back as she continued down the short hallway and into the link room..

“What…What’s going on, Grace?” You asked, finally able to take in your surroundings after a few seconds. She didn’t respond to you as she pulled open her link bed. Norm was already awake and setting it up. “Grace, what—”

“I do not want to talk about this here.” The way she talked to you made both you and Norm stop, startled. Now that you were looking at her, she looked pissed and perhaps even frightened. But of what you did not know.

Wait. Did something happen? Did the RDA do something? Where was Jake?

“Jake is already linked up.” Grace hoisted herself onto her link bed as if she read your mind. She then pointed toward yours, “Get in!”

“Alright, alright!” You scrambled toward your link bed, pulled it open, and got in. Norm came to you seconds later, “Do you know what’s going on?”

He shook his head, “No. All I know is she was in a rush to get Jake into his avatar so she could talk to you. Must be serious.”

Well, that certainly didn’t help. But you didn’t say anything as Norm closed your lid and linked you to your avatar.

When you peeled your eyes open, you found Grace standing in front of you. Yellow eyes glaring at you.

You sat up, checking your surroundings. Just as you remembered, you were still in the forest where you last left your avatar. Now you looked back at Grace, “Okay, what’s going on—”

Before you could even finish, she dropped a bunch of papers down on the ground in front of you. Once you saw the familiar designs that belonged to parts of your project, your eyes widened as you began scooping it up.

“How did you—”

“Don’t speak in English!” Grace hissed before pointing up. “The RDA could be watching!”

You considered your options as of now. Okay, she knew of the plans because of the designs and blueprints. But she didn’t know where you had hidden them. If you had to guess, she went into your lab and found these. Fortunately, you prepared for this and didn’t hide the actual project in your lab.

“What the hell are you thinking?!” Grace snapped, gesturing wildly to the papers you had now rolled up in your arms, “Creating bombs?! Have you fucking lost your mind?!”

“If I had lost my mind then I wouldn’t have been able to build it.”

“Don’t be a smartass!” Grace scoffed in disbelief, running her hands through her hair. “I can’t believe you would do this, do you know how dangerous this is? Do you know what would happen if Quaritch would’ve found this?!”

“He wouldn’t have—”

“You don’t know that! And you sure as hell didn’t make it difficult since those were sitting out in broad daylight!” She began pacing, shaking her head as she took in deep breaths. “How long has this been going on?”

You didn’t reply right away.

Grace whirled around to face you with wide frightened eyes, “Y/N, HOW LONG?!”

“Since the day he shot up the fucking school!” You snapped finally. Her eyes remained wide as she stared at you, jaw slacked. “There! Is that what you wanted to hear?!”

“No, Tinkers.” The look of disappointment made you falter. “I don’t want to hear that you created bombs just to get back at the RDA. To get back at Quaritch. What happened to not letting him get in your head? It’s all a suicide mission, Y/N!” You looked away, clutching the papers close to your chest. “How many did you make?”

You frowned, “Eight. Nine if you count the prototype.”

“Jesus! In two years?!”

You shrugged pathetically, “I am a child prodigy.”

Grace scowled at you for a moment until her eyes widened again, “Fuck, they’re not in the station are they?!”

“No! I’m not stupid!”

“That’s fucking debatable!”

You breathed out a tired sigh and knelt down as you tore the papers apart into little pieces until the designs were nothing but trash. You began to cover it up with dirt. Grace continued pacing in the corner of your eye. “What do you want me to do, Grace?”

It took a few moments for her to gather herself. Grace had never yelled at you like this before, never had she raised her voice at you in the years you worked side by side with her. You didn’t recognize her when she was angry with you. Hell, you hadn’t recognized yourself in years now either.

“To not use them.” She finally said as she stopped pacing. Instead, she approached you and knelt down in front of you, helping you dump more dirt on the shreds of paper. She then placed a hand on your shoulder. “Let us find another way. One where you don’t get hurt in the end.”

You dared to ask the question you knew she was afraid to ask.

“And what if your way doesn’t work?”

Before Grace could say anything, the bushes rustled further away from you. Both of you froze. You glanced around, looking for anything to defend yourself with. Instead, Jake and Neytiri appeared through the bushes, wide eyes meeting yours and Grace’s.

“What’s going on?” Grace asked when she stood. You followed slowly, gauging their faces carefully.

“The Sky People!” Neytiri hissed, gesturing wildly where they had come from. “They’re killing the forest! They are destroying everything!”

Your heart sank. This couldn’t have come at a worse time. Neytiri ran off and Jake stumbled after her, not before shouting to you and Grace, “They’re bulldozing the forest! We have to warn them now! We have to tell them!”

Grace and you glanced toward each other before running off after them. Fortunately, for you, the Hometree wasn’t too far from where you and Grace had been. When you arrived, many of the people were gathered together and from what you understood as you got closer, it sounded like they were beginning to lead an attack on the RDA after what they did with the bulldozers Jake mentioned.

Once you got close enough, Grace cut toward the middle so that she could be heard by the Olo’eyktan and the Tsahik. “Stop, please! This will only make it worse!”

Tsu’tey scowled at her, “You do not speak here!” He then turned to the rest of the Na’vi and shouted, “We will strike them in the heart!”

“Damn it.” You muttered, wide eyes bouncing everywhere as the warriors hooted in agreement.

“Tsu’tey!” Jake appeared next to you with Neytiri. “Don’t do this!”

You grabbed Jake’s bicep before he could go any closer. You had seen the look cross Tsu’tey’s face before any of the others. The way he glanced between him and Neytiri, the way it was clear his mind was quickly jumping to conclusions, leading him to charge toward Jake.

“Tsu’tey!” You shouted as he shoved Jake to the ground. Neytiri was quick to grab you out of the way as the warrior went for Jake. “Tsu’tey, enough!”

“You dare!” Neytiri screeched after moving you safely out of the way, hissing at Tsu’tey.

He ignored the both of you, scowling, “You mated with this woman?!”

Your heart felt as if it had stopped for those few short seconds.

But Jake shook his head quickly as he staggered to his feet, “No! No, I didn’t!”

But Tsu’tey didn’t look convinced as he went for Jake again, taking out his knife. This time Neytiri had tried to interfere but her father pulled her away before she could reach the two men. Grace was at your side, gripping your arm, silently telling you not to be foolish and get involved.

“This is stupid!” You hissed at her.

“Yeah, well, we’re both not fighters. Let’s remember that, Tinkers.” Grace mumbled, keeping you at her side.

“Correction, you’re not a fighter. I am.”

“Just listen for once, Tinkers!”

Once Jake finally threw Tsu’tey off, leaving the latter with a bloody nose, he finally spoke. “I am Omatikaya. I am one of you. I have the right to speak! And I have something to say to all of you.” He glanced toward you, “The words are like stones in my heart.”

But you did not get to hear the rest nor did Jake say anything else. The last thing you saw was the world tipping over and feeling as if your consciousness has left your body.

“Y/N!”

Just as large breaths of air enter your lungs, your chest jolting upward. You had never been suddenly pulled out of a link like that, especially not without you knowing beforehand. Usually Norm would tell you.

But instead of Norm opening the lid, it was a geared up soldier standing over you. Wainfleet.

“Hey, cupcake.” He grinned down at you, taking out a red strip as he yanked one of your wrists out. “Looks like you made the boss mad.”

You tried fighting his grip, scowling at him, “Fuck you!”

Wainfleet sighed, feigning hurt. “Damn, Doc. I didn’t know you were always so feisty. Best save that energy for the boss.”

And in the next second, you were dragged out of the link bed.

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jennifer jareau x black!femme!reader

includes derek and savannah morgan, emily prentiss, luke alvez, tara lewis, emily prentiss, matt simmons, penelope garcia and spencer reid. no mentions of rossi or the others. mentions will.

After two years of dating JJ, mostly behind closed doors, you finally meet JJ's friends.

Basic fluff

Unspecified age gap, but reader is an adult. Reader is related to Savannah. Mentions of divorce. Mentions of coming out. Nondescript mentions of sexual conduct. Mentions of drunkenness. Hints at past-Jemily. No use of Y/N.

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not really sure how i feel about this. sorry. it's not my favorite thing, and can't say im super proud of it tbh. but, it kind of helped my rut.

JJ found herself tinkering with the watch on her wrist. Tonight was going to be an important night. You were finally meeting the team. It had been on the books for weeks, and it had taken months for you to have been able to mention it with her eyes nearing jumping out of their sockets. They were her family, after all. And, you? You were special. She wasn't sure what she was worried most about, them not liking you or you not liking them.

She sighs, pushing herself off the frame of the front door. You should have been out of the bathroom right now.

"Are you almost ready?"

You dropped your arms, just enough that the mascara in your hands is no longer close to your eye. She's called out to you, not even five minutes ago. Three minutes was generous, even. It was starting to get a bit, frustrating.

"Jennifer!" You call back with nothing else to really say after. You just want her to hear in your tone how tired you are of her asking. After a moment, you hear footsteps, and you huff. She steps into the bathroom, and you look up in the mirror. She's ready, and she looks good. Casual enough, jeans and teeshirt. Her make up was minimal, but she looked gorgeous, as usual. You speak up before she does, "Baby, stop bugging me. I'm getting ready, okay? We finna go to a bar, not a dinner reservation. Can you just stop rushing me?"

JJ ignores the question, zeroing in on your middle statement. "Exactly, we are going to a bar to meet them. So, what's all this? You don't have to go all out for them."

"You should know better than to think I'm getting gussied up for anyone but me." You retort, finishing up your mascara.

"You look beautiful, already," she sighs, leaning against the bathroom doorframe, "Can't you just, wrap it up? Your makeup looks about done."

You twist the cap back on your mascara and look up at her with a smile as you know what you're about to say is not going to be music to her ears. "My makeup is done. Now, I have to do my hair."

JJ groans, turning her body away from you. Her back, now, flat against the frame, she leans back against it. Eyes closed with a deep exhale, she slides down a wall. You have the most beautiful, artful head of hair ever. And, damn, if you didn't do a damn good job about making it into any masterpiece you wanted. But, God, did it take forever. She texts her team that you guys are going to be a little late, tells that they she would like them to meet you while they are at least mostly sober.

Emily reads JJ's text and sighs. She slides her phone into her back pocket, annoucing, "Beers only, for now, guys. They're going to be here a little late, and JJ wants us to be fairly sober when they get here."

Matt takes a swig of his bottle, "Did she say how long they were gonna be?"

"Uh, no, but she said her girlfriend was doing her hair," Emily answers, shrugging, "So, it shouldn't be too much longer." Derek and Savannah exchange looks before laughing. Seeing as Savannah had introduced JJ to you, she and Derek were the only ones who knew anything about you. Including how you looked, and more particularly, knew it would take a bit of time for you to do your hair. Emily squinted, as did the rest of the team, "What's so funny?"

Savannah amused, shakes her head while Derek answers through his laughter, "Nothing, I'm just saying that, if JJ wants us to be sober when they show up then we should switch to water."

The team talks amongst themselves, enjoying their night out. The first night out in a while, that they've gotten to enjoy Derek and Savannah's company. So, they make the most of it, while they wait. In fact, they were having such a good time, they had completely lost track of how long they had been waiting. The filled their drinking gap alternating between beers and water, and occassionally, ordering a round of shots. Then, the door opens, and Penelope gasps about someone so gorgeous she felt blinded. The team follows her line of sight, set directly on the door. As Savannah jumps up excitedly and moves around Derek to approach you, JJ walks in right behind you, after having just held the door for you. You grab her hand the moment she's close enough.

"Damn," Luke exhales, "JJ's girlfriend is.." He trails off, catching himself before he finds himself on the recieving end of pointed looks and the back Garcia's hand smacking his chest.

Maybe it's because he cut himself off, maybe it's because everyone's too busy staring with their jaws knocking between their ankles but neither reactions come. Instead, they just hum along while Emily lets out a quiet, "Tell me about it."

Derek laughs, "Pick your jaws up off the floor before they get here and JJ catches your eyes."

Matt is the first pull his eyes away and thus, respond. "Aw, c'mon, JJ doesn't really strike me as the possessive type."

Emily, getting flashbacks from years ago, tears her eyes away from the couple, getting this far away look in her eye as she murmurs, "Oh, yes, she is."

Matt, Luke and Tara give her a curious look as Reid, Derek and Garcia exchange looks because they know where Emily's mind went. Before Emily went to London, things between the two of them, made team nights out really uncomfortable sometimes. Even moreso, when Will was with them, confused as they were. How JJ didn't realize she was gay until two years ago will forever be something that confuses them. When they get closer, they stand in anticipation to greet the stunning couple. When they are within earshot, the group clammers over the sound of each other's voices to greet JJ, who's arm is tight on your waist because Luke still has that glazed over look in his eye when he looks at you. Dumbstruck and in love, and your body is going to pay the cost of that later.

"I'm sorry we're late," JJ says, after greeting her team back.

You smile, "It takes work to be this pretty."

"No, it doesn't," JJ argues, "You're always that beautiful."

Penelope squeals, "You guys are so cute." She locks eyes on you, pointing, "You, you are gorgeous."

You laugh, extending your hand to her, "You must be Garcia," and when she excitedly confirms, shaking your hand with a vigor you should have been expecting but was still surprised by, you introduce yourself to her. Letting go of her hand, Emily introduces herself to you and you make your way around the group. Before getting around to Derek and hugging him instead of shaking his hand.

"Oh, so you know two know each other?" Emily asks.

JJ's eyes sparkle as she bites back a laugh, looking at Derek and Savannah both, "You guys didn't tell them?"

Reid squints, "What was he supposed to tell us?"

"You were being so secretive about your relationship, I didn't say a thing." He answers.

You answer Reid, "They," pointing to Derek and Savannah, "introduced us."

"Wait," Tara asks, motioning between you and Derek and Savannah, "So, how is it that you know each other."

JJ immediately goes cherry red as you look at her, seeing if she would be willing to answer since she brought it up, and all. You laugh. She's still mildly embarrassed, certainly not ashamed, but it's still a fact that flusters her.

"She," you start, pointing to Savannah, "is my Aunt." Derek laughs as jaws drop and JJ's eyes become wide and glued to the floor. Luke and Tara start making cradle robbing jokes at JJ's expense, and you didn't think it was possible for her to become more red, but she did. You defend her, "To be fair, it took me six months of relentlessness for her to see me as the adult woman that I am, so please, hop up off my woman." And, you laugh, but you're kind of serious. You've never loved age gap jokes from the outside, and you weren't comfortable enough yet with JJ's friends for you to find them funny.

Savannah slides back into the conversation, "Okay, also, to be fair, I became an aunt rather early in life. So."

Now, they're dying to know how you two met, exactly. Which makes JJ's blush deepen because she does remember the first time she saw you. You think those six months of your effort was because she didn't see you as a woman, but it was really more because she was trying not to see you as a woman. The moment she saw you, she isn't going to say she fell in love with you, but she definitely imagined herself fucking you. In so many ways, so many positions. She imagined the way your moans and whimpers would sound in her ear, imagined how your sweat and arousal would taste on her tongue.

She had only recently truly realized she liked women; it's why she and Will separated, why he went back to New Orleans, and she hadn't even verbalized her newfound self discovery outloud to herself, much less to anyone else.

Furthermore, she had been leaning heavily on Derek and Savannah during this difficult time, as he and Savannah were helping her out with the boys. So, the very last thing she needed to be doing so imagining all the ways she could possibly having their niece screaming her name, but that's what she was doing. And, your sizing her up and giving her those flirtatious glances did her zero favors. Then, you started giving her more than suggestive glances, and she thought the devil sent you to her. So, not wanting to complicate her friendship with the Morgans, she did her best to keep a respective distance, but you made it so hard every single time she saw you. Because you'd openly wanted her just about as much as she wanted you in her mind.

Eventually, the two of you found yourself to be alone, and JJ did her best, but the chemistry was electric. After six months of trying to do the right thing, she had ended up absolutely railing you in your bedroom. And, you were caught as soon as Derek and Savannah came back home with the kids. So, as JJ blushed and blushed and avoided every eye in the room as you weren't shy about it at all, though, thankfully, you did spare them all the sweetest details.

"A go getter," Matt nodded, thinking back to when he met Kristy, lifting his beer to tip at you, "I respect it."

Emily's mind did some quick math, "Wait, is she the reason you came out?"

"Well," JJ looked at you with that lovesick twinkle in her eyes, "She certainly helped."

"I wasn't sure you would ever come out," Reid chimes in. And, everyone mutters their agreeance. If what Emily, Derek and Penelope are doing can be considered muttering.

"Aye," you speak, defensively. JJ looks slightly offended, and slightly is enough for you to say something, "Some journeys are longer and harder than others. She came out when she was ready."

"Protective, too," Tara notes, looking at JJ, "I like her." And, she's not the only one to say so.

The conversation shifts as they pry to get to know you. Penelope fires a million questions at you, and she's pushy about you answering. Apparently, she had tried to look you up, but you aren't active enough on your socials to give her much insight. She was firing questions at you a mile a minute, and you were just as honest as you needed to be. You were losing track of how many questions you'd answered in this, and sensing your tiredness, JJ slides in to your rescue.

"Penelope," She cuts her off mid question, "This isn't going to be the only time you see her," She gives that smile, the one does when things are tense. Or, when she's nervous. Or, when she's forcing herself to be polite, "Leave some mystery to her."

"Right, right," Penelope concedes, "I'm sorry. I've just waited so long to meet you, and now that I'm meeting you my excitement has not wound down because you're so stunning, and you two are stunning together, and JJ has been so happy. I've never seen JJ this happy, not ever since I've known her, and I didn't even realize she wasn't quite happy until I've seen her truly happy, and seeing her happy just makes me so happy," she leans forward, takes one of your hands in both of hers, "I am so happy that you make her so happy. Thank you for making her so happy."

Your eyes soften as her ramble comes to an end, and when you look at JJ, she's give you that puppy eyed look she only seems to fix on you. You steal a small kiss from her, and Reid averts his eyes out of respect while the rest of the table coos at the two of you like children do.

It makes you keep the kiss short. JJ rolls her eyes when she pulls away and looks back at them, but even so, there's a fondess to the action. She switches the conversation, though. Takes it to something more casual and pulls the focus away from you and y'all's relationship. Things amongst the group settle easy then. You guys have plenty of drinks and you have so much more fun than you expected. You didn't expect things to go badly, but you honestly hadn't expected to mesh with everyone so well.

By the end of the night, the only person good enough to drive is Derek, and you all find yourselves cramming up in his SUV, heading back to his place for an impromptu, drunken sleepover. With the exception of Matt, who has Kristy come and pick him up. When you back to yours and your Aunt Savannah's house, you give Reid, Tara, Luke and Penelope some blankets for them to set themselves up and pass out in the living room while you and JJ go curl up in each other's arms in your room.

"Your friends are nice," you murmur against her neck, drifting off to sleep in her arms.

JJ -- both too tired and too drunk to revel in the newly formed bond between her favorite people -- simply falls asleep right after you with a faint smile on her lips.

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Pretty Sounds- Kid x Reader x Killer

I've been wanting to write these two for awhile, so I'm throwing this out there to get a groove started. Thanks for stopping by~

CW: NSFW, voyeurism, masturbation, fem reader, dirty talk, slight misuse of haki

It really wasn't like him to just stand and listen. But he couldn't stop himself. He just had to hear more.

Let Killer tell it, he was honestly just trying to tell you that he took your laundry out the dryer. He knew that people didn't like their personal things touched and just wanted to give you a warning. He was walking down the hall towards your room when he barely heard the sounds.

He was a step away from your door, ready to knock, when the door push against the frame with a thud. "Fuck, Kid~" your whine was muffled.

Killer froze. That was definitely your voice, but he never heard it like that. It was always steady, confident. Cheerful and friendly. Silly and strong. But this sound wasn't.

It was needy and desperate.

The vice captain didn't think much about Kid's whereabouts. It was after dinner, so he usually isolated himself to look at maps or tinker with a few projects. But Killer was wondering now.

His hand twitched and wanted to open the door, but then another voice started. "Don't be so loud, princess. You want everyone knowing you're being a slut for your captain?"

Killer knew that voice too well. Years spent together, he was acquainted with Kid's arrogant tone, yet noted the gruffness to it.

His brain was screaming, telling him to leave and forget about whatever was going on behind that door. But there was something curiously poking at him too.

It couldn't hurt to stay another minute, just to be sure of his assumptions.

~~~

Kid grinned at you meanly as he continued to pound you into the door. He teased you about your volume but wasn't doing much better himself. He groaned at the way your pussy clenched around him. It was so nice hearing all those sounds you made as you got fucked dumb and held on tightly to his arms.

He was so in the moment he almost missed that distinct metal sound close by. He would have ignored it, yet just to be sure, he flexed that rare ability of his before grinning wildly to himself. He didn't mind an audience.

You gasped as you were lifted further up the door then suffocated by Kid's presence looming over you. He started speaking in your ear.

...

"Your pussy feels so good for daddy, doll. I got it all nice and wet. You like getting dicked down, huh?" Kid teased. His voice ran through your whole body and you moaned loudly in response. He groaned as you scratched up his back.

The smack to your thigh rung loudly. You gasped. "Daddy!"

Killer knew he was in trouble. He should have left before he got this deep in all of this. He was leaning against the door with an arm pillowing his head and a hand palming his front. He bit his lip to quiet himself which was proving to be a struggle as he got an earful of Kid's dirty talk and your delicious moans. The door beat against him slightly, and he scolded himself for not leaving.

He couldn't help it. After spending months daydreaming about you and years with his partner, it was a blessing and curse hearing what sexy ass scene was playing out. He made a mental note to punish Kid later. He'd let him have his fun tonight though.

Suddenly, Killer felt a shiver down his spine. Something was up.

The door stopped shaking, but Kid's voice was clear as day. "We got a little admirer, princess. How about we show 'im how good you can handle the two of us. I know you can do it."

Killer jolted then turned to get the fuck out, but the door swung open and he was pulled into your room. He stared dumbly as you laid out on your back naked breathing heavily--recovering from an orgasm.

He turned his attention, hearing Kid's laugh. He groaned. "You know rule number 2, big boy."

Killer's blush crawled up to his ears, yet he didn't hesitate to reach for his helmet and toss it off. His hair spread all over and he bit his lip trying to keep his eyes off you.

"Killer," you called after propping yourself up on your elbows. He only grunted in response.

Kid grabbed his chin and laughed in his face. "Don't be rude to princess. She wants to show you something."

The blonde turned his head before gulping hard. You grinned as you spread your legs and showed off how much of a mess Kid left behind. He whimpered.

"See princess, I told you he makes the prettiest noise. Let's get him to make some more."

~~~

Aaah, I'm happy I got this out. It was quick idea tbh but I love reading about these two. (I'd pay money to be their princess)

Thanks for reading!

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR NEIGHBOR INTERACTIONS * adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

could you turn the music down?

thought i'd come by and introduce myself.

could i borrow a cup of flour?

something strange is happening around here.

when did you move in?

welcome to the neighborhood!

it's a quiet road. you shouldn't have any trouble.

if you ever need anything, i'm just next door.

something smells good! what are you making?

the walls are thin. i hear everything.

that's the nosy neighbor i was telling you about.

you should come over for dinner sometime.

i hear your door shut every morning.

did my package get delivered to your door?

i'm having a party tonight. wanna come?

hi! i'm your next door neighbor!

why don't we exchange numbers?

need me to run out and grab a few things?

that's what friends are for.

i like what you've done with the place!

make sure you lock your doors at night.

your place or mine?

wanna walk me home? it's literally right there.

so you're the one making all that noise.

i haven't seen you outside in a while.

i rang your doorbell a few times, but you never answered.

sorry, am i interrupting something?

if you've got company, i won't intrude.

i don't mean to be a bother.

i locked myself out. could i wait here until the locksmith arrives?

your lights were on all night.

oops, sorry. wrong door.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ moving ] sender moves in next door and receiver comes over to introduce themselves

[ party ] sender storms over to receiver's door to complain about their loud party

[ accident ] sender accidentally tries to use their key to unlock receiver's door, and receiver catches them

[ comment ] sender has been spending so much time over at receiver's place that receiver finally notices

[ invite ] sender is hosting a party at their place and invites receiver to join

[ note ] sender slips a note under receiver's door and hurries away

[ cooking ] sender makes too much food and brings a plate over to give receiver

[ tinker ] sender fixes something at receiver's home

[ chat ] sender and receiver sit together on one of their porches and chat

[ angry ] sender angrily pounds on receiver's front door

[ outdoors ] sender and receiver tend to one of their gardens together

[ window ] sender sees receiver through their window, and the two start communicating through movement and gestures

[ package ] sender gets a package meant for receiver and brings it over to them

[ bbq ] sender and receiver have a barbeque together

[ flowers ] sender brings receiver some flowers from their garden

[ produce ] sender brings receiver some vegetables from their garden

[ suspicious ] having seen some suspicious activity happen at receiver's home, sender finally confronts them and asks what's going on

[ snoop ] sender is snooping around receiver's property and receiver catches them

[ fire ] sender accidentally starts a fire while cooking and receiver rushes to their rescue, putting it out and saving the day

[writingintheshadowsforever]

Imagine Finding Out Riri is Ironheart

Ma is it okay if I pick you up tonight?

I want to take out

Y/N please

I'm sorry for missing dinner last night

This is getting ridiculous I apologized like ten times already

Babe just answer me you know I don't do silent treatment

Its going to be real funny when I flip the script

Ma please I want to show you something okay it will explain everything, isn't that what you asked for last night the truth right

Your phone was on constant vibration with the pace Riri was sending the messages. It made harder for you to ignore and instead focus on the plan for your next mission. Eventually you just gave up deciding to see what tactic your girlfriend was going to use this time to get out of the doghouse.

You rose an eyebrow at the first few messages. Of course she would start off with the typical make-up date. It took months to secure a dinner reservation at the particular restaurant. Riri was supposed to meet you at last night at ten.

You waited an extra forty-five minutes for her to show up, before putting in an order to-go. The waiter spent the entire time asking if you were sure you didn't want to go ahead and eat? The air of sympathy coming from him and anyone else who was sitting near you, or just happened to pass by was unbearable. Especially with the waiter as it was obvious he had been through the routine quite a few times.

What made so much worse was she didn't bother to text or call with an explanation. You had to show up at her dorm showing off your the nice dress with a bag in hand. At first Riri looked confused trying to figure out why you were all dressed up, but then her eyes landed on the bag's logo. She closed her eyes and released a sigh of guilt.

"Babe-"

You didn't want to hear it pushing past her into the room. The only reason you were even here was because one no matter how upset you were with her, you still wanted to make sure she was okay. And two you were tired and your feet was killing you, so you really didn't feel like making the drive to your apartment thirty minutes away.

Riri watched as you plopped down on her bed, dug the to-go box out of the bag, and started eating. The sound of her stomach growling reached your ears, and for a split second you thought about letting her starve. Of course you didn't telling her to come over to eat. You shared the food, and fell asleep in her bed alone for the first few minutes. While she tinkered with some robotic part for a class project.

Those actions lured Riri into a false sense of security making her think. She was off the hook for missing the date, only to wake up this morning to you not acknowledging her existence at all. Let alone talking to her.

In the beginning Riri refused to play your game and just went about her day. If you didn't want to talk to her that was fine. Until it wasn't and finally she realized she was the one in the wrong, and you had every right to be angry with her. This is a recurring thing with her.

That was when the texts started coming in it was around four 'o' clock. Riri just got out of her last class for the day, and usually you would be waiting for her in her dorm unless otherwise was already planned.

You didn't care if she scored court side tickets to a Celtics game. She wasn't going to fix things this time with a last-minute thrown together date. Letting her side all those other times with the tactic is what created the problem.

The text about her not doing the silent treatment did strike a nerve with you. It was almost like she was challenging to keep ignoring her, and you were tempted to do just that by silencing your phone altogether before putting it back down. But then your fingers kept scrolling and you saw the last message she sent. Your heart skipped a beat as you read it over and over.

Last night before turning over to face the wall you had asked her to tell you the truth. You went into a sleepy monologue about how much Riri had changed in the past few months, and all you wanted to do was understand. But you couldn't understand what she didn't tell you. Riri was keeping secrets, and while you definitely had yours. One thing you always made sure of was that they never came between your relationship with Riri.

Because you loved her more than anyone else in the world, and the thought of losing her made you want to jump off a cliff. It wasn't something you could take which is why you continued to give her so many chances.

Now here she was offering to give you exactly what you wanted. The only problem was the mission was supposed to go down tonight, if your partner came through that is.

On cue a pair of strong hands clapped you on the shoulder from behind shaking you a bit. "Y/N my girl guess what I have for you?"

Devin walked around to take a seat at the table placing a brown file folder down on the table. He was tall with an average build, light brown hair styled into a buzz cut, and blue eyes. Devin was a mixed kid with parents that came from opposite side of the tracks, but against all the odds still found love, and made it through the darkest times. Tragically though he lost both of them during the Snap after he fell victim to Thanos's plans. Neither of his parents could handle life without their precious baby, and soon enough his mother took her own life losing her battle to survivor’s guilt.

Losing his son and his wife in such a short time period led to his father turning to the bottle. The man had a drinking problem in his teenage years, it was his wife who helped him overcome the alcoholism. She gave up liquor and even wine herself, so he would never be tempted again. But with her gone and no one else in his life left to check up on him. His father gave in wanting the pain and loneliness to go away, the bottle would take his life.

Devin came back five years later to discover his parents were gone, and his entire life was turned upside down. He started going down a dark path but then he met you, making all the difference.

With huge grin he slide the file over to you and settled back in the chair. "Go ahead take a peek."

You sent Riri a quick reply telling her to let you think. Leaving her on read would just drive her more crazy, and have her come looking for you. Riri knew your routine like the back of her hand with you being a creature of habit. There was only one cafe you hung out just ten minutes away from your place. They had the best coffee and cookies in town in your opinion. She would check here first.

You opened the file to find numerous photos of a dark room, and upon taking a closer look you realized it was the inside of a vault. As you went through them the pictures got a lot clearer letting you see the details of this vault, and the door. "Are these...?" Your voice trailed off as you looked up at Devin with disbelief.

He nodded with pride leaning forward so no one else could hear him. "I know you wanted to hold off on this job for a bit longer, but that was because you didn't think I could get you the layout for the vault. But I worked my ass off and we got them."

"How?"

"My mom had an account with them, so I just went in acting all desperate asking if it was still open, and was there money in it. There was the dude in there working the counter checking me out. I got his number and viola" he explained.

"So this dude is okay with his crush being a hardened criminal" You replied in an accusing tone. While you were happy he got the pictures it didn't change the fact. He broke one of your biggest rules.

Don't ever get other people involved with the jobs especially if they weren't properly vetted by you.

Devin frowned "you say that like I've been to jail or something. I'm not exactly hardened you know, and I did have to pay him you know."

"How much?"

"3,500" he answered with a shrug. That amount of money was nothing to him considering the last job was a big score, and just two weeks ago.

"No how much of a cut does he want?" You asked firmer this time fixing him with a hard stare.

"He doesn't wan-"

You let out a impatient groan. "Don't play dumb Devin there's no way this guy risked his job and livelihood by taking these pictures for puppy-love. He knows you're planning to rob it and the second we do this job. He's going to hit up asking for some of it, if he hasn't already."

"Fine he wants a small percentage" he admitted slapping the table. "But it'll be worth it and it's not like we have a big crew it's just the two of us. Bringing in a third person won't break us you know plus we needed an insi-"

"No we didn't I had a plan and if you stayed patient like I told you to. This job would've been going down in a few more weeks without a hitch, but no now we have to be cautious, and share the profit." You seethed closing the folder and pushing it back to him.

"A few weeks isn't good enough for me y/n. I need the money now"

"That's why we were hitting the jewelr-"

Devin shook his head growling in frustration. "You don't get it I'm set to lose the house in a week. My parent's home or did you forget I was trying to buy it back from the bank. The owner and the bank finally reached a deal, so I have seven days to come up with two-hundred fifty thousand dollars, or I'm going to lose it."

The fight and anger left your body at his revelation his childhood home was his safe haven. He always told you that being in the house made him feel connected to his deceased folks. Now you knew why he had been so pushy on the endgame job.

"Devin why didn't you say something sooner?"

"Because I didn't want to rush this job anymore than you did. I thought I could convince the bank to give me more time. Heartless bastards" he muttered at the end.

"Fine make sure your boy isn't going to rat, and if you think he is just let me know. I'll handle it but I'm still going to need a day or two map out the entire plan, and deal with any holes alright. This has to be executed with perfection." You told him smiling as his eyes teared up.

Devin was afraid you were going to say no, or worse be done with him. He held his hand out for you to slap then bumped his fist to yours.

"I'll look over the pictures and get back to you in sometime tomorrow." You packed your bag and got up to leave.

"Wait what about tonight?" He asked

"Well we don't need to hit the jewelry store if we're doing this one so soon, and your girl got a date so just take it easy yeah. Take your friend out or somethin."

"So I can be tied down and whipped like you no thank you" Devin called out playfully watching you leave.

You gave him the middle finger over your shoulder as the door swung shut.

Three Hours Later

Riri insisted on taking you out for dinner no matter how much you protested. She couldn't secure another reservation at the same restaurant, but did manage to find one just as nice and more low-key meaning no reservations needed.

The two of you sat at a table outside on a deck with little lights strung along the clear roof. It took a few minutes but Riri broke the ice with a joke that had you in tears. After that it was if you and her weren't even at odds as the two of you talked about your day.

Once dinner was over Riri took over driving, and you let her without argument. Settling back in your seat watching the night stars pass by in a blur as she drove. About twenty minutes later the car came to a stop, and Riri was getting out.

You waited for her to come around and open your door. Knowing from past situations trying to open your own door whenever she was around was a no-no. Your car door was opened and you stepped outside into a empty parking lot surrounded by small garage-like buildings.

"Um babe where are we?" You asked looking around for any sign of life.

Riri pecked your lips with a smile. "Calm down ain't nobody trying to kidnap you. This is my spot you know where I work on all my super secret projects as you like to call them."

"Well you never let me see anything, and this is your first time bringing me here" You shot back.

"I know I know and I'm sorry but this place is like a safe space, and I don't really own it I fixed up this guy's car so he lets me work out of it. I don't want to lose it."

"I get it." It sucked not having a space of your own and having to rely, on people who could just take it all away with a snap of their fingers.

"Come on let's get inside" Riri said taking you by the land to lead you over to the garage. The car was parked in front of.

She let you walk in first coming right behind you hitting the lights. It was a more-than decent size workspace. On the left was a huge desk set up with desktop computers and papers spread out everywhere. A giant whiteboard with multiple blueprints was next to it. On the right side was her white motorbike, and not too faraway the shape of a car hiding up a forest green blanket.

"So this is where you're hiding out all the time?"

"Hey now don't do that I'm opening up to you here." Riri whined coming up behind you wrapping her arms around your waist, and placed her chin on your shoulder.

You leaned your head back to look into her warm brown eyes. She took the opportunity to pull you into a heated kiss. For a second you forgot why you were here as your lips moved in sync with hers. You turned around in her arms to lock your arms around her neck, pulling her closer. Her grip on your waist tightened as she tilted her head to deepened the kiss.

Your legs started moving on their own towards the work area until your back hit the desk. You whirled around lifting Riri up onto the desk, and your lips left her lips to trail down her neck.

"Ma I have dreamed of this moment every since I got this place, but we need to take a breather." Riri panted holding back a moan.

You pulled away in slight frustration. "Fine what is you want to show me so bad."

Riri hoped down from the desk and walked over to a drawer rummaging around in it. "Promise we can pick up where we left off if you still want to. After all this is over."

You frowned "Riri it can't be that bad can it?"

She turned around to face you with a remote in hand, and with a solemn expression. "Its not bad but it is a lot and I don't really know how you're going to react. Just know that ma I love you, and I want to keep you safe.

"Riri-" You tried to ask her what was going on, but then a loud whirring noise filled the air, drowning out your voice. Your gaze drifted up to see a small platform descending from the ceiling. You took a few steps back so you were standing next to Riri.

"I left a lot out when I told about Wakanda okay, but in my defense there is some stuff that went down. I really can't talk about without getting in serious trouble alright, but before I left I was working on a suit. It was coming along real good before it got destroyed." Her story came to a pause as the platform was done lowering to the ground. There was something on it but it was hidden by a black blanket.

Riri walked over to take a hold on it. "Having the Princess of Wakanda in your corner comes with a lot of perks, and I was able to get my hands on some pretty strong material. Its not vibranium but its the next best thing making rebuilding my suit a lot easier and even better. After it was done I started to take it out for a test run which kind of let to me saving some people."

"I don't understand" You murmured in confusion.

"Yeah I'ma just rip the bandaid off" Riri said yanking the blanket off to reveal. A purple-yellow metal suit with black on the front part. It modeled a Iron-man suit remake just made for a smaller person.

Your eyes widened in shock, and you leaned back on the desk behind for support. Your hands gripping it so tight your knuckles were turning white. Riri was talking again but her voice was just background noise at this point. As you tried to process the fact that your girlfriend was Ironheart.

Riri Williams was Ironheart. This shouldn't be a bad thing, you should be filling joy right now. She wasn't cheating or growing bored of you. She missed those dates because she was out saving people. There shouldn't be a problem with that, but there was.

Because this was last time you saw this suit was in action. When Ironheart faced off with you and Devin during a risky robbery just a few weeks ago. And the time before that when the hero just happened to be patrolling while you were scouting out the place. You always managed to escape your encounters with the hero.

But what were going to do now because there was no escaping the way you felt about her. Your big endgame job just a lot more complicated.

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[yoursweetestnightmarelover]

The Dance

“Have you heard? They're having a big party, apparently it's to celebrate a new year or something like that” J asked “Yea Lizzy even invited me” V responded, “Are you going to go?” J asked “Yea I am even Tessa and N are going are you not?” V said. “No, I have work” J said, “work?” V asked with doubt, “Yes work, are your audio receptors having problems?” J asked sarcastically, V rolled her eyes, then V smirked to herself coming up with an idea. “You know If your 'work' clears up I hear a certain someone doesn't have anyone to accompany her~” V said a mischievous grin on her face, J glared at her knowing exactly who V was talking about. “Aww come on, I'm just pulling your leg” V said, her grin growing to be Cheshire like “Ugh hate when you do that” J said pushing V away, a bell flashing on her visor. “Oh all ready well I'm going out to have fun see ya~” V said before flying off J sitting on some scrap annoyed.

Uzi, sitting in her room tinkering with various machines, Uzi hearing a knock on the door “Come In” Uzi said the room being illuminated by the pale light coming from the hallway Khan coming in saying ”You know the new year's celebration is going to be starting here soon have you picked out an outfit yet?” Uzi pointing to her bed the black dress she wore on prom set there neatly,” Uzi you don't have to go if you don't want to, Khan said ”I do it's just…” khan cutting in saying you're nervous?” ”What me nervous, I've dealt with way worse, I'm not nervous at all.” Uzi said ”well if you say so” khan said in a sad tone, knowing that she was lying or not telling him the full picture. It wasn't a lie, just she wasn't nervous. It's just a reminder that she well by herself of course she has N and V But that not what she means well N loves her as a sister and V well… Her processor quickly flashed the image of J a blush appearing on her visor. She was the LAST drone she would ask but maybe-Uzi cutting herself off, NOPE she would just suck it up and go by herself… just then she heard the doorbell ring.

Was she really doing this, J thought to herself, standing in front of the door saying Doorman resident's she could just go back no one would know or even care, so why is she here? Did she just want to get back at V? Khan slowly opening the door, his eyes hollowing out staring at the drone in front of him, he never felt comfortable around them but THIS ONE especially. Uzi coming to the front door after putting on her prom dress, she saw J? She's wearing a yellow thigh dress along with a black coat with an open front and what looked to be fur along the cuff and trim Uzi staring at J her visor playing a sparkle effect and a blush. J looking at her, seeing her in a black dress It fit her perfectly it was alright Khan interrupting J staring at Uzi saying “A-Are you here for the new year's party?” Khan said his visor showing beads of sweat going down it “As a matter of fact I am, and I'm here to pick up your daughter. Isn't that right Uzi~” J said Uzi, still lost in J eyes hearing her name, she responded with a “yea” only for Uzi to snap out of it realizing what she just agreed to. Khan still in shock “O-Oh okay” Khan stuttered out slowly handing Uzi over J extending her hand out for Uzi to grab who just slapped away “let's just go” Uzi grumbled out walking off with J.

J and Uzi entering the gymnasium, feeling the beat of the music N Tessa Thad and V came over Lizzy tagging along. “Uzi, so glad you could make it hey J” Thad said doing a double take upon seeing J glaring at him “hey Uzi? What is she doing here?” Thad whispered “I can hear you AND for your consideration I'm accompanying Uzi tonight” J responded in a snarky tone. Everyone But V looked shocked, Thad speaking up “Uzi blink twice if you're being force to do this” Thad whispered “No I'm not being force to do this” Uzi said J rolling her eyes. N piping up “Well I think it's nice to see you two together and not fighting” Tessa nodding “You're taking my advice about getting out more and doing less work.” Tessa said “Yep” J responded forcing a smile then a random drone called out. “HEY THAD TESSA, WE GOT THE JERRY CANS ALL SET UP COME ON DON'T CHICKEN OUT ON US NOW” cutting the awkward silence Thad and Tessa running over. “Thad challenged her to a drinking contest and well you know her, I'm going to make sure she doesn't over do it.” N said walking off waving to J and Uzi Lizzy following him, “so I'm guessing your 'work' wasn't that big of a deal? And I also see that you took my advice about 'accompanying' someone” V said, a smug grin on her face, “Advice?” Uzi asked, “Oh just that a little birdy told me that you were going to come to this event alone, and I may have let that slip out” V answered her question, “Let me guess this little birdy happened to be Lizzy?” Uzi scoffed, “even now she still wants all the detes of drama” she added, Uzi heading over to the table severing cheap ethanol “I'm going to need a drink for tonight” Uzi grumbled to herself. J following behind her grabbing Uzi's drink “For me why thank you” J said in a smug tone, Uzi glaring at her getting herself another drink as J walked off.

Uzi and J have been avoiding each other for the most part, occasionally meeting up. Uzi, mainly been hanging out with N and V, all three of them watching Thad and Tessa drinking challenge. ”Okay Tessa, you beat me I surrender,” He said Tessa letting out a hearty laugh, ”shouldn't have challenged me little man I will always win” Tessa said having a bold stance. ”Uh wow she drank like three bottles of alcohol, is she going to be okay? Isn't alcohol poisonous to humans” Lizzy asked, ”In significantly large amounts yes, but she's just going to wake up in the morning with a killer headache and regretting this” J said, ”Hey I don't regret, nothing” Tessa said, slightly sluggish N Rushing to her side ”lets just take it easy for now” N said kindly ”maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea” Tessa said leaning in to N giggling a little. V snicking to herself, V was about to say something, but the DJ making an announcement.

”SLOW DANCE STARTING IN T MINUS ONE MINUTE” Lizzy eyes lighting up ”OH come, come on V we gotta do this” Lizzy said grabbing V's hand dragging her along, V chuckling to herself ”The romantic as ever.” Tessa looking at N a blush on her face, ”Would you like to dance with me?” she asked ”sure” N responding a warm smile on his face, his tail gently wagging. As N and Tessa walked off, leaving J and Uzi with just each other, ”Sooo…” Uzi said, not really sure how to ask her god her thoughts felt fuzzy J already knowing what she was going to ask and was going to say no but looking a Tessa N and V she felt Jealous? She was fine, she was fine, she lied to herself J's eyes glancing over to Uzi, but maybe it would be okay. ”Sure” J said offing her hand, Uzi was shocked, but she took her hand, as they both walked to the dance floor Uzi looking up at J saw that she's blushing on her visor. J looking down at Uzi, saw her eyes quickly dart away looking to her left blushing, J chuckling to herself she was so cut- J cutting off that thought as they both reached the dance floor. She realized she was boxed in she couldn't get out now, J felt her core rhythm increase J slowly starting a Tango with Uzi, but she was messing up she felt sluggish no they both are sluggish ”Wow you are not good at this” Uzi whispered a smirk on her face ”Yea because you keep messing me up what did they build you with two left feet?” J whispered back Uzi glaring at her, J was starting one of her speeches about how she should count herself lucky that she would even do this with her and blah, blah, blah. GOD COULD'NT SHE JUST SHUT UP FOR ONE NIGHT, Uzi thought to herself, J face getting closer to hers. God, she just wanted her to shut up Uzi got an idea the ethanol in her systems clouding her judgment, without thinking she shot forwards and kissed her J panicking she needed to pull away, so why wasn't she? J hands pulling her in closer and Uzi left hand grabbing her head and her right hand holding her waist Uzi and J sinking into each other embrace, Uzi felt weak. After what felt like an eternity, she never wanted to end they both pulled away both of them letting out light pant's staring at each other slightly shaking Tessa interrupting their moment with a ”AWW MY BABY'S IN LOVE” both of them snapping out of the haze both of them realized what they both had just done. Looking around, everyone was staring at them, Uzi ran and J flew off breaking the roof, both of them leaving with one thought WHY DID I ENJOY IT.

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

⚡ He's Mine

He’s Mine: You have long since pined over the dark, grumpy, and stoic Harrison Wells from Earth Two, and after a fun round of drinking and a game of truth or dare, you end up stuck between a rock and a hard body er… place, hard place. So after both you and Harry get blackmailed into going to a nightclub party, things heat up when a cupcake meets an early demise at the taloned hands of a barbie wannabe. You do not like sharing your cupcakes with anyone, and you don’t like being challenged, especially by a woman who stole your cupcake, and is now setting her eyes on your object of interest: Harry.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Scenes (Unprotected Sex Is A No No), Drinking (Be Responsible).

To Note: Harry Wells x Female!Reader, Reader Has Extreme Anxiety & Long Hair For Plot Reasons.

Word Count: ~10.0k

Masterlist | I'm Yours

“No, no way. When hell freezes over, nah, nope, nein, nyet, want it in Spanish? Noh! I’ll take a pass on that, Iris.” You said, shaking your head with extended vigor and might. Iris raised an eyebrow at you while crossing her arms.

“Then I guess you’re going to have to tell him.” She replied smugly while Caitlin snickered underneath her breath. Your face flushed with heat as you started to sputter for words. Harry, who had been sitting across the room, looked up curiously at your choking sounds. Your eyes darted to Harry’s curious ones as the two women in front of you smirked in unison.

“Oh, go back to your tinkering,” You snapped at him, your face now sweltering with heat. You turned back to the two cackling hyenas in front of you. Harry huffed in response and the sounds of his tinkering resumed. “NO! Absolutely not! I refuse both!”

“It’s one or the other. We all did our tasks, you have to pick, go to the party, or tell him.” You threw your hands into the air.

“Both of them are terrible!” You exclaimed. “And you know how I feel about those types of things!”

“Okay!” Cisco yelled from where he had been fiddling with his tablet. “I get that you three need female time and all, but I don’t think us men need to hear about your girl problems.”

The three of you turned to Cisco, who was giving you a look, and before you knew it, Iris had your wrist in her grasp and was pulling you along. You nearly tripped over your feet keeping up with her.

“We are going with option one by default.” Iris chirped as she dragged you out of the cortex with Caitlin clicking after you in her heels.

“But I don’t have anything to wear!” You whined, trying to wiggle yourself, and your future self, out of having to go to the party tonight.

“Which is why we enlisted Jesse’s help,” Caitlin said as you neared the elevator. “She managed to get her hands on some outfits that should fit you.”

“You say that like it’s a good thing.” You muttered lowly.

“To get you and your love life started? Absolutely.” Iris answered, flashing you a brilliant smile. “It’s obvious, and it is time we do something about it.”

“What’s obvious?” You questioned as the elevator started going down. “My ineffaceable love for a man I cannot have or my unrequited love for a man fifteen years my senior?”

The elevator doors dinged open just as you finished your sentence, revealing Jesse who was dressed in jeans, a shirt, and a leather jacket.

“Oh, I wouldn’t call it unrequited, Y/N.” Jesse said, putting her hands on her hips. “I know my dad, and you have no idea how many times I’ve caught him staring at you when he thinks no one is looking. It’s actually kind of funny now that I think about, I don’t even think he realizes he’s doing it.”

“He does not.” You huffed as you exited the elevator. “And for the record, I do not want to be here, nor do I want to be at that party.”

“Duly noted.”

“Have I told you how much I hate you right now?” You asked as you glared at yourself in the mirror of Iris’s bedroom. You all had gone to a salon, well you had been dragged, and gotten your hair, nails, and faces done up professionally for the night. Pampering they had called it.

In an explanation for why the party was such a big deal, it was basically a party that was held once a year at Central City’s biggest club. It was technically a party for some radical art movement, but pretty much everyone uses it as a chance to get out and party hard.

You’ve never been, and you didn’t want to, but at this point in time, it was either go and suffer for several hours where you at least would have access to alcohol, or tell Harry that you had a thing for him, and have for a while. That was permanent.

Obviously you ended up going with the first option. No need to have your heart torn in half by Harry Wells, a man notorious for not mincing his words.

“Mhm, you’ll thank me when you have men drooling over you.” Iris mused as she played with your hair, adding a few more spritzes of hair glimmer to enhance what the stylist had already done. You had no say in how your hair was done, so your hair was currently curled and gathered into a bun with a silver pin holding everything all together.

The makeup Iris had chosen for you was bold, bright red lipstick, black glittering eyeshadow surrounding your eyes, and highlighter that would make your face glow underneath the club lights… according to Jesse. With your looks so far, it horrified you to think of what they would force you to wear, and even more so now that Caitlin had run off with your glasses.

You’ll just have to bumble around for the night.

Your short-sightedness made things blurry, and since you were most definitely going to have heels shoved on your feet, your balance was going to be terrible. You were not a girly girl, you never dressed like one, wore heels, particularly cared for your looks, and you didn’t have contacts because you always ended up messing with them… and then poking yourself in the eye. Ouch.

You guess the girls just wanted to see you dressed up for once, and this was the perfect chance to do so. Crossing your arms, you kept your red lips pursed and shut as Iris set the glitter spray down and looked over her shoulder.

“Jesse, is everything ready?” Iris asked the speedster. Jesse zipped out of the room for a moment before coming back, a bag in her hands.

“All here,” she said with a smile. “Specially borrowed from a friend of mine who is the same size as Y/N.”

“I’m going to kill multiple people tonight,” You groaned as Jesse bounced over with a big smile. She set the bag down on Iris’s bed and pulled out black fishnet tights, a pair of wicked black heels with a red sole, and a metallic dress, completely covered in square rhinestones. Your eye ticked before you added, “and then myself.”

“Don’t be a drama queen,” Caitlin said as she walked over, messing with her earrings. “It’s a nightclub, lots of flashing lights, you’ll catch every eye in the venue wearing that, and those heels… even I’m jealous, those are Louboutin.”

You stared blankly at Caitlin.

“Am I supposed to know what that means?” The dress was shoved into your hands and they pushed you towards the bathroom. With a defeated whine on your red lips, you sulked into the bathroom to seal your fate.

It was just for one night. It was just for one night. It was just for one night.

Undoing the robe you wore, you held up the dress before sighing. Sans bra it was going to have to be. Unclipping your bra, you let it drop to the floor before balancing on one foot and stepping into the skirt part of the dress. You pulled the clinging material up your hips and over your already scandalous enough thong. The skirt of the dress stopped at your lower back, leaving the front of it with its thin silver straps being the only thing to protect your modesty.

Internally groaning to yourself, you put your arms through the straps and pulled the dress until it was resting on your shoulders. One look at yourself in the mirror, your cheeks were burning and you wanted to rip the damn thing off. The dress did indeed cover your breasts, but only just so much… as for your cleavage? Never before have you had this much. The drape neckline had a pretty good amount of cleavage, the silver fabric draping in just the right place. Everything would be perfect if you didn’t feel like the thong you wore was giving you a wedgie…

You looked pretty, heck you would dare say you even looked hot, but this wasn’t you. This wasn’t Y/N, the generic, average intelligence woman who scraped out a B plus average in college. But you had made a promise to the girls that whatever happened at game night, you would follow through, so you just had to suck this up and wait for the night to end.

A fist banged on the door.

“I know you aren’t hiding out in that bathroom, Y/N!” Caitlin sang from outside the door. “Don’t make me come in there!”

Bending down, you gathered the robe and your discarded bra before standing up and opening the door.

“Believe me,” You stated blandly. “I want this night to end so I’m not dawdling.”

“I’m officially wondering why you are still single,” Caitlin muttered as you passed her and headed back into Iris’s bedroom.

“Alright, what other monstrosities do you want me to put on?” You asked, eyeing the fishnet tights. They were black and occasionally had rhinestones embedded in them to give them an extra sparkle.

Jesse grabbed the tights and swapped them for your bra and robe.

“Put those on, and by the way, they’re stockings, not tights.” She said with a wiggle of her eyebrows. “They go up to your thigh. Don’t worry about garters, these have stick adhesive to keep them up.”

“Someone help me,” You moaned as you sat on the edge of Iris’s bed and lifted your right foot. Slipping the first stocking on your foot, you stretched out your leg, pulling the material until it reached your upper thigh and under your dress by about two inches.

“Okay,” Iris said, bounding back into her room with a bright smile. “Barry and Cisco have done their job, and will meet us at the party.”

“What did you do?” You asked as you started working on the next stocking. Iris turned your way, and a large, devious smile slowly stretched across her lips.

“Oh nothing, just asked them to help with a little something the three of us have been working on.” Iris answered cheekily, and it was at that moment a sinking feeling formed in the pit of your stomach. “You look beyond gorgeous. I know a few men who’ll appreciate that tonight.”

You huffed at her before lowering your left leg and looking down at yourself, considering that your dress was one hundred percent comprised of sparkling rhinestones… the occasional few on your fishnet stockings actually worked well with the look. Reluctantly, and with a sigh, you grabbed the insane heels with the red sole and slipped your feet into them. Setting your now heeled feet on the floor, dread filled your body at the notion of having to wear these for the rest of the night.

A promise is a promise, and you didn’t break yours.

“Alright, the woman of the night is dressed, ready to break hearts, and then capture one… everyday else ready?” Jesse asked, now completely dressed up in a modest purple dress.

“Oh, one last thing,” Caitlin said before grabbing a box and opening it, revealing four thin cuffs, all black. “Cisco made these so if we lose anyone, we can track them down… and if anyone comes across a guy who doesn’t understand the word no? Well it also has a panic button that alerts the others and can provide a pretty nasty shock if need be.”

Getting to your feet, you walked over to Caitlin and took one of the bracelets, sliding it around your wrist.

“Glad to know that the boy’s care.” Iris chimed before a honk outside the house could be heard. “And that’s our ride. Come on, we’ve got a night of fun ahead of us.”

Grabbing your small black clutch you had dug out of the bottom of your closet, you checked to make sure you had your driver’s license, cash, one credit card, the ticket to get into the club, and your phone. Everything was there. Slipping it onto your wrist, you followed the others out of Iris’s room.

“So we’re meeting the boys at the club. Where exactly? Since I am assuming that this place will be packed.” You asked as you piled into the taxi Iris had called. “Because it’s going to be dark, crowded, and loud.”

“Barry said he and Ralph would meet us by the south bar, where the desserts will be when it gets past ten thirty.” Caitlin answered as she double checked her lipstick using a compact mirror.

“Dessert?” Your asked, perking up a bit. The three girls smirked at you, knowing full well that you loved to eat all kinds of baked goods, especially cakes and cupcakes.

“Yet another reason to hang around.” Iris grinned. “The food is supposed to be really good, my friend at Jitter’s says that its catered from a bakery here in Central City, and they go all out to keep with the artistic theme.”

“Well, I guess that means I’ll be counting the minutes until ten thirty.”

“At least try to have fun before that, maybe dance with a couple guys, have a drink?” Jesse asked, her eyes turning pleading and big.

“Drink? Yes,” You stated before pressing your lips together. “Dancing? Eh, maybe, depends on the song… and how drunk I am at that point.”

Jesse groaned and shook her head, mumbling about stubborn adults not wanting to let loose and have fun, but didn’t pester you anymore. You decided to get dropped off a block away since the venue would no doubt be swarmed with limos and fancy cars dropping off people who flaunted their money.

So, holding your coat close to your body, you scurried the one block to the nightclub. Or at least Iris, Jesse, and Caitlin scurried. You pretty much wobbled along, your balance not exactly coordinated with your heels yet. Weaving through the throngs of chattering people, you hopping in line to get into the club, holding your ticket close to your body. As you waited, it hit you.

“Wait Caitlin, you said that Barry and Ralph are meeting us at the south bar… what about Cisco? I thought he was coming?” You asked her as you steadily moved up in line.

“He is,” Caitlin replied with a nod of her chin. “He’s just taking care of something for us last minute, he’ll meet up with us when he is done. You know he’d never miss this.”

“Yeah, he’s been talking about this for the last three months.” Jesse added while nodding in agreement. “He’ll be here… hopefully…” She muttered the last part, which you raised your eyebrow at, but didn’t question her.

Turning your head forward, you watched as the group of woman in front of you, scantily clad, even more so than you, giggled as they were let in. Rolling your eyes, you stepped forwards with Jesse, Iris, and Caitlin and handed your ticket over.

The bouncer working the door verified your ticket before putting fresh ink on the stamper and stamping the backs of your right hand with the florescent ink that would glow underneath the club lights.

“Let the party begin,” Iris said happily before taking your wrist and pulling you into the depths of the club.

Walking through the dark club, there was a smell of alcohol, fake smoke, sweat, cologne, and perfume that seemed to follow you wherever you went. The tickling sensation in your nose took at least five minutes to go away, and by then your eyes had adjusted to the dark interior and you could actually see where you were going and what was going on.

The four of you had walked through the throngs of people already gathering and chatting away, heading for the south bar, which would be less crowded at this time. You made it to the bar before Barry and Ralph, not particularly surprising considering Barry is late for everything.

You decided to look at the bar menu while the three women started gossiping together. Your eyes scanned the large list of cocktails and spirits the bars were packed with, and you found yourself impressed with the selection.

Your eyes landed on a drink called the Boulevardier, made with whiskey, Campari, and sweet vermouth. It packs a wallop of alcohol in a dainty cocktail that would be perfect for a night like this. Add an orange twist and you were sold. As soon as you could, you were going to get one in your hand and start slurping up the alcohol.

“Hey!” You heard Barry call, and turning your head, you saw him and Ralph walk over wearing dressed down suits. Barry had a green vest that perfectly matched the sleek dress Iris had squeezed herself into while Ralph had on a black and silver get up, complimenting his alter ego’s suit. “Sorry we’re late, we got caught up in something. Cisco said that he’ll be along shortly, just that one of his projects is being stubborn.”

You raised your eyebrow at the statement, but thought nothing of it. It didn’t surprise you that Cisco was working with his toys right up to the party. Iris smiled before walking up to her boyfriend and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“You look rather dashing, Mr. Allen.” Iris said before pulling Barry down to plant one on him. Rolling your eyes, you looked to Ralph, who was still looking around.

“I’m surprised you gave up a night of work to come to this thing.” You commented, your lips twisting into a slight smile. Ralph’s eyes met yours, and he grinned.

“You know I’m not always thinking about work,” He said as he meandered over to where you lounged against the bar top. “You look fantastic. Why don’t you dress up more often?”

“Because I don’t like to.” You answered, blatantly honest. “Not to mention I’m showing so much skin I could be mistaken for a stripper. This is uncomfortable and my feet hurt. Brings a whole new meaning to beauty is pain.”

Ralph snorted and shook his head.

“Believe me, you look far from a stripper.” He said, his smile growing. “We might end up pulling guys off you by the end of the night.”

“Ha!” You puffed out with a small smile on your lips. “Doubtful, but whatever makes you happy Dibny.”

Jesse came bouncing over, latching onto Ralph and pulling him to the half filled dance floor. Iris and Barry were still being lovey dovey with each other so you turned to Caitlin.

“You brought me here so I had to be subjected to those two?” You asked, jerking your thumb at your two lovesick friends. Caitlin snorted before shaking her head at you.

“We all have to deal with it,” she said smartly and with a hint of sass. “We brought you here so we could finally get it in your two heads that you like each other, and stop pining after each other. I mean, do you know how many times we’ve wanted to lock you two in the supply closet and not let you out until you admitted your feelings!? So many times…”

“What?” You asked, your eyebrows pinching together in confusion at her small rant. Caitlin took a deep breath and brushed back her wavy hair from her face.

“Nothing, nothing, everything will work out tonight, everything will work out.” She chanted to herself before looking around. “I need a drink, anyone want a drink?”

With that, she marched off to the other end of the bar, where the bartender was cleaning some glasses. Alright, everyone had been acting weird tonight, and your not just talking about Cisco’s sudden aversion to tacos… something was going on, and you weren’t in on it.

Huffing, you looked down at the bar top and started drumming your red painted fingernails on it. You stared at nothing in particular until Cisco’s voice came chirping from your right.

“I told you I’d convince him! That transmogrification device is amazing!” Cisco exclaimed shortly before there was a frightening familiar disgruntled sigh. Freezing in your seat, your head turned until you saw the man that the disgruntled sigh came from.

Harry freaking Wells. In a freaking suit, that dressed down one Harrison Wells, or Eobard Thawne, wore the night the particle accelerator exploded. Black slacks, white shirt partially open at the top, and a black blazer. His hair was neatened up some from its usual spiky, bedhead mess, and your gut twisted and did flips as you stared at him, almost slack jawed.

The man looked unbelievably divine, albeit irritated that he was here, but nonetheless inhumanely handsome and you felt like melting in his presence. Wait, you think you already were…

“Harry, glad to see you out of the lab!” Iris exclaimed with a broad smile. Harry grunted in return, stuffing his hands into his pockets and looking around. His eyes caught yours, and widened slightly as you stared at him with a deer in the headlights look, your entire body now completely frozen. Oh god he probably thought you looked like a skank!

“Well, since we’re all here, let the party start!” Cisco crowed, clapping his hands together and rubbing them together.

It was going to be a long night.

You were on your second pink boulevardier, feeling the effects of the alcohol, and absolutely tired of telling men to leave you the hell alone. Men wanting a dance (mostly the dirty kind) had approached you at least a dozen times, or more, and each and every time you blatantly refused them. There was one thing on your mind, and they weren’t it.

Harry.

Groaning to yourself, you brought your glass back up to your cherry red lips and took another sip of the strong drink. The alcohol hit your tongue; the Compari taking the edge off the hard liquor as it ran down your throat and into your veins.

Well, your drinks had taken the edge off, but you still weren’t entirely comfortable, which is why you had spent nearly the entire three and a half hours since arriving, at the bar. About ten minutes ago the desserts had come out, and that included pink frosted cupcakes. A tier of them had been placed on the bar top a few feet down from you, and naturally, you had been eyeing them since then.

Eyeing them yet again with a hungry expression, the bartender let out a small laugh and took one from the tier, placing it on a napkin before setting it next to your drink with a wink before heading off to help out another customer. Staring at the cupcake, you sighed to myself.

“I’m such a hopeless pig when it comes to deserts,”

“I wouldn’t say that.” Your body perked up at the voice before you were looking over your bare shoulder to see Harry standing behind you, his hands in his slack pockets. “A woman who starves herself for the sake of beauty isn’t attractive at all. It’s rather sickening, actually.”

“I bet you wouldn’t say that when I’m stuffing my face with one of those,” You muttered as you pushed the cupcake aside and turned in your seat so you didn’t have to crane your neck around. Harry’s lips quirked into a rare smile.

“Presumptuous to assume I am that chauvinistic, Miss Y/N.” Harry countered, his eyes sparkling with amusement. You let out a puff of air through your nose.

“What’d they do to get you here?” Your asked before nodding your chin at the suit he wore. “And how the hell did Cisco get you into that and to actually brush your hair for once? You look good.”

Harry briefly closed his eyes as if reliving a bad memory before shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose, just below where his glasses rested.

“I could ask you the same. I’ve never seen you in anything more formal than that skirt you wore to Barry’s birthday party.” You remembered that party. Caitlin had convinced you to wear a skirt, something about showing off your legs. You had reluctantly agreed, but not for the leg part.

“I got blackmailed into keeping a promise,” You answered simply. “It was either come here, or tell—ah, never mind, it doesn’t really matter now, does it? I’m here and upholding my end of the deal.”

“Well, now, my interested is piqued,” Harry said with a slight chuckle. You eyed him before reaching for your drink and taking a sip.

“Well, piqued is all you’re going to remain because my lips are sealed, Dr. Wells.” You coyly responded, a flicker of confidence going through your body. Yep, the alcohol was definitely helping. You exchanged further smiles.

“Regardless of what caused you to be here tonight, you look radiant, and I know everyone here thinks so too, so why are you rejecting all advances?” Harry asked, cocking head to the side. “I mean you have the looks, a gorgeous body, a beautiful smile, why do you keep saying no?”

“Actually, I was telling them to get lost,” You answered dryly before looking down into your drink. “It’s because I am not interested in anything those men have to offer, they only want one thing, a one night fuck, and I’m not willing to give it to them. I have standards.”

“Then what do you want?” Harry asked.  Your drink froze half way to your lips. Had he really just asked that? That was a very forward question and not one you ever imagined coming from a man like Harry Wells… and the way he had said it. You took a moment to think about his words, and then worked up the courage to express your thoughts: You wanted something real and long term, something that wouldn’t be fleeting or lack true emotional investment.

“What I want—“ You were cut off by a blonde woman wearing a pink dress two sizes too small, and sporting an overdone face that oozed plastic and botox.

“Excuse me, hot stuff,” she huskily purred, batting her fake eyelashes and running her obnoxiously pink talons up his biceps. Almost instantly you saw Harry shirk from her touch, clearly not liking it and very uncomfortable with the situation. You shifted your eyes back to the woman and  narrowed your eyes.

She was looking Harry up and down like he was a piece of meat she wanted to dig her fangs into… much to your annoyance and anger… and much to Harry’s embarrassment and discomfort. Her florescent pink nails snatched the cupcake the bartender had been nice enough to bring over to you, and with one sensuous dart of her tongue, she licked at the frosting.

She did not!

Your jaw went slack momentarily before you bristled at her action and cleared your throat. The harpy’s eyes looked your way and distaste filled her golden brown ones. She sneered for just a millisecond before switching her face to a look of pure innocence.

“Oh! I’m sorry honey, this cupcake was just sitting there, and well, I licked it so it’s mine.” She cooed at you before turning her attention back to Harry. She licked her lips and briefly ran her sharp fingernails down his chest. “And hot stuff, I’ll be on the dance floor.”

Pure rage blazed in your eyes. With rare confidence roaring in your veins, you acted before fully thinking your not so bright plan, through. Slamming your glass on the bar top, you grabbed at the lapel of Harry’s blazer, yanking him towards you. When his head was in you vicinity, and in reach because he was so damn tall, you reached up with your other hand to slide your fingers into his perfectly coiffed hair and dragged his lips to yours.

His lips crashed against yours, and all that dreaming you had about what they felt like became a reality. They were soft, warm, and oh so delicious. Swiping your tongue along the seam of his lips, you was overjoyed when Harry parted his lips and gave your lower lip a sharp nip before sinking just as deeply into the kiss as you were.

Nearly jumping in place when a hand land on your naked side and snaked around to your lower back, your body was pulled slightly out of your seat and into his chest. Your chest pressed against his and you could feel the luxurious material of his suit against your skin. From your toes to your fingers, you felt your muscles go taught with desire. You could feel just exactly what lay beneath this suit, and you wanted it. This was what you wanted. You wanted him. You wanted him and not in a fleeting way.

Harry was quickly taking control from you, taking the lead hungrily, desperately. You knew he liked to be on control and had no issues letting him. Fingers pressed into your skin, sending little tingles outwards like shock waves from each touch. The lips pressing against yours fervently, seeking out a response you were very happily to give back.

Harry Wells’ kisses were not innocent, but hot, fiery, passionate, and demanding. They pulled you in, drugged you, left you chasing after more, which you were. Pulling him in closer, you felt Harry lurch for a second before he caught himself with his other hand on the bar counter. Smirking against his dizzying and achingly possessive lips, you gently bit at his lip, your hunger now ravenous and creeping into every bit of your mind and body. You were drunk on endorphins and savored every flick and tease his tongue gave yours. Correction, you were drunk on him.

There was a very obvious grating cough and you reluctantly pulled your mouth from Harry’s red smeared one. But you weren’t completely done with him yet, no, you had one last point to make. You tugged on the hair in your grasp, pulling his head back slightly. Then with blazing confidence, you flicked your tongue up the side of his exposed neck before planting a kiss against his skin that left a very obvious red lipstick mark. Harry let out a strained groan which made you giggle. That should do it.

Keeping your hand still buried in Harry’s hair and your fingers clutching his black blazer, you released the tension on his head and slowly turned to the harpy. She was fuming.

“Oh, well, I licked him so that means he’s mine.” You said loftily, your red lips twisted into a canary smirk. Harry dropped his face to your shoulder, burying his nose against your neck. His body lightly shook against yours and the hand on your back pressed into your bare skin harder. You knew he was just barely managing to contain his laughter so he wouldn’t ruin your smug moment. Rage burned clear as day in her raccoon eyes. You had won and she had lost. With a dramatic sneer of her over inflated lips, she flounced off to the dance floor, shaking her skinny flat ass as she went. You giggled at her response, purely elated that you had one upped her and her fake look.

“Oh, that felt good,” You mused to yourself, your triumphant smirk clear as day on your lips.

Harry raised his head from where it had been pressed against your neck while you were still quietly giggling to yourself. Taking a look at his face you saw his lipstick smeared lips were curled into a devious, delicious smirk. Your giggling quieted as you cocked your head and looked up at him, smugness in your eyes and burning desire in his. Harry pushed away from the bar top, getting his feet under his body once more before shifting his hands to gently cup the side of your face and neck.

“You, Y/N,” He hungrily rasped out as his fingers lightly glided over your tingling skin. “Are a little fiend.”

Your lips, which still held a smirk, curved into a deeper one as you leaned up close to feel the air he breathed out.

“What’re you going to do about it, Dr. Wells?” You queried, your eyes sparkling as you leered at him. “Spank me? I mean I did do us both a favor and got rid of her…”

“Don’t tempt me,” Harry responded, that fire still in his eyes. You let out another snort of laughter before your smile started fading and the brief drunken high faded. What did you just do!?

“I shouldn’t have done that,” You stated, horror slowly seeping in places where desire and want had once reigned. “I should not have done that… I— where’s my drink, I’m not nearly drunk enough to deal with this,” You started twisting back around, looking for your almost gone pink drink that surely would help you drown out the embarrassment rapidly taking over lust. Before you could completely face the bar once more, Harry had you spinning back to face him and was dipping his face back down to yours.

This time it was him initiating the kiss. While Harry didn’t kiss you nearly as long as you had kissed him, you were sure it had his desired effect because you forgot all about your unfinished drink.  His tongue flicked across your crimson ones before seeking further reaction from you by weaving with your own. A pitifully soft whimper emerged from your throat and the Wells doppelgänger greedily devoured it, feasting off the taste of your drink and most of all, you. You truly did taste as exquisite as he had imagined nearly a thousand times by now, and the way your mouth effortlessly moved against Harry’s insistent one only had the genius angry at himself for not pursuing you sooner.

Running his lips across yours one last time, Harry swiped his tongue across your lip once more before pulling back to stare into your wide eyes. He left you breathless and reeling in your thoughts. Your mouth opened and closed for a few moments before you figured out what to say.

“You’ve got lipstick all over your mouth,” You whispered, your cheeks now permanently hot. You reached back for your drink napkin, which was damp with condensation from your glass. Your searching fingers found it and you raised it, beginning to wipe it at Harry’s mouth as he stared at you with arched eyebrows and percing eyes. “Well, I can say that was more than enough excitement for the night. I—“

“Y/N,”

“…sorry… that was completely wrong of me…” You continued your bumbling mumbles, high on adrenalin and anxiety.

“Y/N,”

“…shouldn’t have…”

“Y/N!” Harry said forcefully, taking your chin in hand and forcing your eyes back to his. You were quick to advert them. You refused to look at him, guilt and insecurity seeping into your veins. What if he only kissed you back because he thought the blonde harpy was irritating and being in her presence killed his brain cells? But why did he kiss you once more then? What if you— “Y/N, look at me damn it!”

Your eyes automatically darted back to his at his commanding tone as you stiffened in your seat.

“Stop freaking out and breathe.” He told you, his eyes kind and gentle. You nodded obediently before realizing that you had been wheezing slightly, on the verge of a panic attack. “That’s it, deep breaths, babe.”

Oh dear lord, this is why your previous relationships never worked out. Because you are so damn insecure and your past partners always got so irritated with you. You now had medication to help with your anxiety, and it works wonders, but only if you took it in the morning. You had forgotten your dose this morning because of a meeting you had at work. Closing your eyes, your focused on breathing, tuning out the throb of music, the chatter of voices, and the thoughts of Harry holding you close. Well, you couldn’t tune out Harry’s hands, but ever so slowly, your breathing returned to normal.

“Sorry, I forgot to take my anxiety meds this morning and you know how I am when I don’t take them.” You whispered, drooping where you sat. “And I’m really sorry about kissing you, I just—she was there, being a bitch, and my cupcake, she licked my damn cupcake… don’t even get me started on her voice. It was so irritating I just wanted to… and I don’t like to share…“

“Y/N,” Harry spoke softly, cutting off your soft mumbles. “I’m not upset you kissed me. Wouldn’t have kissed you again if I was. You saved me from dealing with a nightmare.”

“Just say no to plastic,” You muttered out, making his eyebrow shoot up once more and his lips twitch into a smile.

“God, you’re adorable,” Harry sighed, brushing his thumb down your cheek as you felt heat burn on your cheeks at his words. “Come on, you’re just going to get yourself worked up sitting at the bar for the rest of the night, and alcohol isn’t going to help either.”

“Well, it sure felt like it was helping, and you’re not the boss of me.” You muttered as Harry pulled you in the direction of the dance floor. “What’re you doing?”

“Jesse’s told me everything about you, including your love for dancing.” Harry grumbled. “And I might hate it, but if it helps you relax and actually enjoy yourself, I will tolerate it.” A few seconds went by and he tacked on one last statement. “For you.”

“But Harry,” You stared to protest, waving at his neck and the big red lipstick mark you had left. “I— I um… kind of left a mark on your…”

“Good, it’ll keep all of the harpies away.” He answered, tightening his hold on your hand. “The only woman I am interested in is you and considering you’ve now staked your claim, no more arguing.”

You felt like you were going to melt into a puddle at his words. He’s mine. God, you had actually said that! When had you gotten that brazen with your feelings?

The current song ended a people started milling around, some leaving the floor to get drinks, others entering the floor after downing one. Harry pulled you right into the thick of it, where you blended in with the suits and dresses. Harry spun you around so you were facing each other in the close quarters you had while you stared wide eyed up at him.

“Yes, I enjoy dancing, but that doesn’t mean I want to do it in front of a bunch of people!” You exclaimed, your eyes darting around to the swaying group as the DJ of the night spoke. Harry rolled his eyes before taking your hands.

He pulled you towards him so your bodies were pressed against each other before keeping his left hand entwined with your right and moving your other hand to his shoulder. When your fingers were resting against his shoulder, he wrapped his arm around your back and placed his hand on the small of your back.

“That’s fine, you just keep looking at me,” Harry said, looking down at you with surprisingly soft eyes. Curling you fingers that were pressed against his blazer, you nodded. He stared at you for a few more moments as the beginning of a romantic slow song started.

His hand briefly left your back to grab the pin in your hair, holding your waves up into a neat updo. In one soft yank, he pulled it free, releasing the sparkling waves around your shoulders. His lips twitched as he tucked the pin into his blazer pocket and returned his hand to your back.

“That’s better. As exquisite as your hair looked up, it looked far to rigid.” Harry said as he started moving your bodies to the rhythm of the song. “Relax, no one is looking at you but me,” He whispered reassuringly. “I’ve been to enough after parties to know that everyone is way too drunk at this point to care or even notice what other people are doing” You took a breath and briefly closed your eyes.

How were you supposed to relax when you knew he was looking?

The party was long forgotten in your minds as you teased each other the entire way back to the lab. After several rounds of dancing against each other, nearly making out on the dance floor, and Harry spending several minutes wrestling another alcoholic beverage from your hands, you had decided it was probably best to head back to the lab before your hands started tugging on clothing. Or at least Harry decided it, apparently you were dangerous when drunk.

At this point, you think the taxi drives were desensitized to couples leaving the nightclub because the one driving you back didn’t bat an eyelash when a brief kiss turned into a one minute passionate kiss. Paying for the ride, you practically stumbled up the pathway to the lab doors, pulling Harry along while giggling. When you made it inside and your stumbling in your heels didn’t cease, Harry simply plucked you off your feet and up into his arms, his long legs taking you into the heart of the lab.

As much as you wanted to attack his face and neck with your lips, feeling his skin underneath them, and sate the burning desire running through your veins, you did not want to have to clean up smeared lipstick from his skin one more time. So you opted to whisk your fingers over his neck, jaw, and occasionally dipped them into the neckline of his open shirt, getting just a hint of taut skin and muscle. Ohoho, someone had been hiding numerous amount of muscle underneath his black sweaters, and you most certainly wanted to explore each and every inch of it.

“Keep that up and we won’t make it to a bed,” Harry rumbled as you travel your finger along his collarbone hidden beneath cloth.

“Well, I certainly won’t complain,” You cooed in his ear, making him sigh in exasperation before turning down the hall where his room was located. Giggling at him, you tucked your head into his shoulder and closed your eyes for the rest of the way.

Harry entered his room and kicked the door shut before gently setting you on your feet. Twisting around, you looked up into his face, your fingers lightly reaching up to brush over his lips.

“Give me a minute to get this makeup off, okay, because as much as I love kissing you, it’ll get messy and I am not sleeping with it on my face…” Harry quirked an eyebrow at you as you extracted yourself, albeit a little unsteadily, from his arms.

Turning around on your heel, you took a wobbling step for the bathroom when a hand darting out and smacking you on your barely covered ass had you jumping with a yelp. Your head swiveled around as you narrowed your eyes at Harry and rubbed your slightly stinging behind with a grumble.

“I’m waiting,” Harry drawled out, a hint of a smirk on his lips. Huffing at him, you tossed my hair over your shoulder. “And you know I’m not a patient man.”

“Good things take time, darling,” You responded airily as you continued on your way to the bathroom. With one last look over your shoulder to see Harry staring at your ass, you entered the bathroom and shut the door.

With the door between you, you had at least hoped the burning sensation rippling across your flushed skin would go away. It did not.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” You whispered to yourself before lurching for the sink and fumbling for the bag Caitlin kept under the sink for when she needed to touch up her makeup. Finding it, you pulled out several makeup remover cloths.

What were you doing?

Yeah, you had dreamed about this for months, day dreamed too, had a few wet dreams, but now that you were so close to fulfilling them your anxiety was through the roof and you were second guessing your actions already. Shit, you really should have taken your meds! Feeling somewhat defeated, you started scrubbing at your face.

You broke down the makeup and scrubbed it off in record time before bracing yourself against the sink and running a hand through your wavy, sparkling hair. Your face was slightly red from your scrubbing, your lips were still crimson, stained from the lipstick but at least you wouldn’t be smearing the creamy substance all over Harry’s skin, and your eyes held just a hint of anxiety, bubbling underneath the burning desire. Gone was confident you. What if you weren’t good enough for him now that the magic was gone? Or he was having second thoughts about you?

“Y/N/N, you better not be second guessing yourself again,” Harry’s voice mumbled from the other side of the door as he rapped his knuckles against it. “Because you’re beautiful even before you put on that makeup.”

Drunk you agreed, but anxiety riddled Y/N didn’t, so with a sigh, you turned around and lurched back over to the door. Opening it up, you stared at Harry with a makeup free face, your hair all jumbled over your right shoulder, and your fingers trying not to clench into fists.

“I can’t help it,” You whispered to him. “I mean your you. You know… incredibly hot, drool worthy, you make me all hot and bothered when you talk about science stuff I don’t understand… and then there’s me, a B average college graduate who pays her bills working at a job that may not pay well, but I enjoy.”

“You are also forgetting cynical, impatient, and grumpy. Have you ever considered that maybe that is the very reason why I like you? Because you are passionate about what you love and put so much effort into it?” Harry asked, reaching up and cupping your jaw. “And I’d really like to show you just how much I like you before you run away from me again. Don’t think I didn’t know what you were really trying to do when you said you wanted that lipstick off.”

Your face flushed at his words, caught red-handed as usual…

“I do not run away from you!” You huffed at him. “I just—“

“No more excuses,” Harry said before pulling your body forwards, making your balance get thrown off so you had to rely on him to stay on your feet. You nearly crashed into his chest as he pulled your head forwards to place his lips on your.

Harry kissed you deeply, possessively, and with passion you didn’t expect from him, which prompted your eyelids to flutter shut so you could focus solely on the sensations he was eliciting with his mouth. You hands went up to press against his chest as his arm wrapped around you bare back and his hand slipped underneath the loose fabric of your dress to caress your skin. When Harry started stepping forwards and pivoting your bodies, your fingers dug into the rich material of his blazer as your feet stumbled to keep up. Your back hit the room wall with enough force that your lips detached as you let out an ‘oof’.

Blinking rapidly while you caught your breath, you stared up at Harry with wide eyes as he caged you in with those arms of his you had ogled and drooled over plenty of times.

“Harry,” You breathed out as he loomed over you, a hint of a smirk on his lips, and just when you thought he wasn’t going to get any closer, he did. Leaning forwards, Harry pressed his body against your scantily clad one, pinning you to the wall as he brought his face within centimeters of yours.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Y/N,” Harry said gruffly while you fought the heat creeping up your neck. You sputtered for words while he brushed his nose against the skin of your neck.

“What I do to you?” You sputtered out. “But your—“

You cut yourself off as he thrust his pelvis against yours and made you very aware of just how tight his pants were at the moment. The heat that had been simmering underneath your skin flooded your face.

“Feel that?” Harry asked, his words quiet as his lips brushed against your ear. Your breaths came out in shuddering sighs with every grind of hips against yours, and your mind was consumed by the little zips of heat echoing in your body. “You did this, you and you alone.”

Whimpering from the rush of arousal he was creating in your body, and the fact that it was only building, you dug your fingers into his blazer, wanting nothing more than for the material to disappear so you could flatten your fingers on his skin and soak in his body heat.

“Will you let me show you just how much you’ve made it challenging to not drag you out of the club and fuck you against a wall in some derelict hallway just obscure enough that no one would drunkenly stumble across?”

Dear lord, your pretty sure this man could make you orgasm alone just talking about the things he wanted to do to you, because you were pretty sure the uncomfortable thong you were wearing was now wet.

“Y/N,” Harry said gently, taking you chin and bringing your eyes back up so you were looking in his eyes, your hot face now on display. “You literally have no idea how much I want you right now, but I won’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

“It’s—it’s not that Harry,” You mumbled out. “I just… I’m scared that you’ll change your mind come morning, and I don’t think I could take that.”

“Then let me prove to you that this isn’t a onetime itch, and I doubt I could ever get enough of you.” Harry practically begged. Your mind raced as you made a split second decision. It was now or never.

“Ravage me before I get another chance to second guess myself.” You breathed out. “And don’t let me ever think you want otherwise, and hopefully drunk me will kick in by then, because that bitch is always horny for you.”

“With pleasure,” Harry responded with a smirk before diving back down. Your mouths met half way, slamming together in an open mouthed, need filled, kiss that had you reaching up and digging your fingers into his hair for more.

Tugging at his dark strands, his mouth muted your moan as his fingers traced the lace elastic bands of the fish net hosiery that sparkled underneath the low lighting of the room. With his fingers torturing your thighs, you bit at his lower lip, tugging at it with your teeth.

“Is that how you want it?” Harry asked, his voice husky and his eyes dark.

“Don’t make me beg for it, Harrison,” You whispered against his lips.

“I’ll save that for a later date, then,” Harry responded in a teasing tone. His fingers quickly found the thin back of the thong you wore, and in seconds was tearing it free from your body, allowing the skimpy material to fall to the floor.

While his fingers slid back to cup your ass, your own dropped down and were quickly working his belt loose and unzipping that tight zipper. Soon his own fingers were joining yours, shoving his slacks and briefs down just enough so the erection he had been teasing you with, was free.

“God, you have no idea how much I want you,” You groaned as you pressed your hands into the wall your back was pressed against. “I want you in me so bad, its been driving me crazy.”

“Good,” Harry purred back before his hands reached down and he was shoving them against your hips, sliding the skirt of your dress to reveal the elastic straps of your thigh high hosiery. With your dress bunched up around your waist, you let out a gasp as he all but hoisted you up against the wall, gripping you by your thighs.

Your arms automatically went around his neck, scrambling for something to hold on to while you wrapped your heel clad legs around his waist with a small squeal. Well, this was another admission on Harry’s part, the man was built like a god, and strong like one too.

Staring down into Harry’s eyes, your cheeks long since flushed, you were once against enraptured by his beautiful blue eyes. So enraptured you didn’t even register that he was pushing into you until he was at least halfway there. Sucking in a deep breath, a moan crawled up your throat as you dug one hand into his hair and the other into his shoulder, and when he started to move, oh you were completely gone.

With every even paced thrust and soft grunt, your back and shoulders scraped slightly against the wall of the room, adding just a hint of sting you found you didn’t quite mind. Harry leaned in for more kisses, which you welcome with zero resistance. Your kisses were sloppy at this point, his thrusting throwing your poorly aimed kisses off.

That didn’t matter, you just wanted your hands on each other and your lips working against each other. If you weren’t completely drunk from your drinks at the club, you were now just from the way his mouth twisted with yours. Breaking apart to breathe, you panted for air while trying not to whine from the way Harry managed to hit every spot that brought your body to life.

As your eyes fluttered from the sensation of fullness and pure rapture, your head flopped back against the wall, offering Harry a chance to latch onto pristine, unmarked skin. You marked him, it was only fair that he returned the favor. His mouth started kissing and biting at your skin, inciting you to push his head further into your neck and chest with a groan. You knew just from the way he was sucking and pulling at your skin he was leaving marks of possession, staying true to his words. Your fingers slid through his combed hair, ruffling it back to its perpetually messy state. The intense feeling that was filling your body faster than you could understand, consumed you.

“Jesus,” You gasped out, your hand on his shoulder digging in as your nails scraped his skin, no doubt leaving red marks on his gorgeous skin. You’d never felt so full before, so filled with pleasure and ecstasy, it was almost overwhelming.

“And here I thought you knew better than to call another man’s name while I’m in you,” Harry said against your skin, that teasing tone back in his voice. Breathlessly laughing out loud, you couldn’t help but bury your face into his wild hair.

“Not to worry, Dr. Wells, you do your job and the only name on my tongue will be yours.” You cooed in his ear, which seemed to please him because the next moment he was thrusting at a different angle, harder, and seemed like a man on a mission with his lips against your chest. “Fuck—Harry!”

“That’s it,” Harry said hoarsely as his lips ghosted up your neck and brushed against your ear. “It’s me making you feel this good, not Dibny, not Palmer, me. Say it again.”

“Harry,” You moaned out, your nails digging further into his shoulder. “Harry, Harry, Harry!”

That seemed to make him happy because his head turned and his lips sought out yours once more, capturing them as he relentlessly thrust his hips against your, driving his cock as far as he could go into your body. Harry’s teeth tugged at your lips before he flicked his tongue over the bitten spots.

All it took for you to get pushed over the edge was one placed thrust, and you were screaming his name one last time as your orgasm rushed through your body like a tidal wave. One enormous surge of fire burned through your veins, turning your legs to jello and making them go slack around his waist, his hands and arms now being the only thing holding you up.

Gasping for oxygen, you loosened your tight hold on his hair and removed your nails from his back, your arms trembling as you came down from the high. Harry pulled out as he planted a few delicate kisses on some of you stinging skin. You dropped your shaky legs back to the floor, standing wobbly with the heels and jello legs combined as Harry briefly took a moment to slide himself back into his pants and button them. He was very pleased with himself for finally indulging in you.

Wetness ran down your inner thighs, no doubt ruining the expensive hosiery, and at that moment all you could do was ask yourself if that really just happened. Did grumpy, stoic, yet incredibly handsome Harry Wells just fuck you against a wall? Clothes and all? Yes, he had, and you was surprised to find that you found that a turn on. Drunk you really was a horny bitch… you guess it was a good thing you rarely got drunk then.

Harry moved his face so he was staring into you eyes, and for a few moments all you did was stare at each other and breathe. His hands left your thighs and smoothed out your bunched up dress before one trailed all the way up to rest against your flushed cheek.

“Harry?” You asked in a small voice, not really sure what was going to happen now, and that word being the only one your mind was capable of speaking.

His eyes sparkled in satisfaction for a moment before he was leaning in and pressing his lips back to yours, his hand cradling your head. But rather than an intense, need filled, semi-chaotic kiss, his lips were gentle against yours, like butterfly wings against skin, or snow landing on eyelashes.

“I think I reached optimal satisfaction considering that the only thing coming out of your mouth for the last three minutes has been my name.” Harry mused, his lips still lightly brushing against yours. Your already flushed cheeks blazed with heat at his words, and at your realization that he was one hundred percent correct. You would have continued to softly sputter and blush trapped against the wall if realization hadn’t hit you.

“Harry,” You said, blinking up at him. “You didn’t—“

“Not important,” He responded, cutting you words off with a brush of his thumbs across you sensitive lips.

“But Harry—“ His thumb pressed against your lip, silencing you.

“What’s important is that you are treated like the woman you are, and given exactly what you need.” Your eyes dropped from his in embarrassment.

“I’d say so,” You mumbled quietly, your eyes darting around as heat rushed across your cheeks once more. “I mean I don’t usually… well… I mean…”

“I’m not a particularly selfish man when it comes to my own desires,” Harry spoke after you had  trailed off. “But I am selfish about how I treat my woman, and I’d like to have my way with you and your incredible body if you’d allow me.”

“Well, you kind of already did,” You answered shyly, your legs shifting and once again reminding you of the ever present warmth he had caused.

“I told you I wanted to show you that this isn’t a onetime itch, Y/N, and I am only just getting started.”

“Oh,” You breathed out, the buzzing sensation of arousal coming back to life. Your face brightened up with hope. “So does that mean one more round? Because this dress is getting itchy and these heels are killing my feet…”

The smirk that formed on his face told you exactly what he was thinking, and even anxiety riddled Y/N seemed excited about that.

Date Published: Heck if I Know

Last Edit: 6/22/23

Masterlist | I'm Yours

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Arachnoid (part 1)

(Yelena Belova and Female OC)

PART 1: And So It Begins

Aim. Shoot. Swing. Release. Aim. Shoot. Swing. Release. Aim. Shoot. Swing. Release. Aim. Shoot. Swing-

"Oh shit!" Rory exclaims as she narrowly misses a bird in the dark city sky. "Sorry dude!"

The Arachnoid swings onto a rooftop to peer into the alley below, hearing a commotion coming from down the dark corridor.

She sees two small women effortlessly fighting off four much larger men. Before she even has the chance to intervene, the fight is over.

"I totally had that under control," the blonde one complains.

"Yeah, right," the redhead scoffs.

"Сука."

"Ooh, Russians, how fun," Rory whispers to herself.

"Did you hear that?" the blonde asks, reaching for her gun.

She cringed and reluctantly reveals herself. "Uh, hey, hi there," she waves. "How are y'all tonight? Those were some pretty cool moves right there, I gotta say. Oh hey, you're Black Widow right?! Big fan, truly." She rambles on.

"Who the hell are you?" they ask in unison.

"Oh right. Allow me to properly introduce myself." She drops down from the roof, into the alley next to them. "I'm Arachnoid." She definitely doesn't puff her chest out as she says the alias.

"Who?" The blonde asks disinterestedly.

"What are you, like, a fake Spiderman?"

"No! I've been around much longer than that little copycat. He tries all he wants but he could never be all of this," she gestures to herself with frustration.

"Right, okay. So what are you doing here?" Black Widow asks.

"Oh, well, I just heard some commotion and came to investigate. Seems like this is Avengers business and you have it totally under control, so I'll just see myself out," she salutes. The Russians go to speak and she cuts them off, "And, no, I won't tell anyone that I saw anything. My lips are sealed."

Rory walks backward out of the alley, pointing at the blonde and making a 'call me' gesture before taking off into the city.

"Ooh, the spider likes you," she hears behind her, followed by a smack. Rory laughs at the situation, wishing she had gotten the blonde woman's name.

Several hours later, feeling utterly exhausted and content with it, Rory climbs back through her apartment window. She peels off her mask and ruffles her medium length hair, blowing a loose strand out of her face. She turns on her stereo, singing and dancing around as she stumbles out of her suit and into the shower.

After her shower, she throws on some boxers and a baggy t-shirt before climbing onto her fire escape. She opens her laptop and logs in as she lights up a preroll.

She blows out a cloud of smoke as she opens a familiar file, tinkering with the prototype design. She spends the next forty minutes like this before she gets hungry and goes inside to cook fettuccine alfredo. The best dish to have at 3am, if you ask her.

In four hours, she'll wake up to start another day of monotonous work and exhilarating crimefighting. But right now, she's got her weed and her alfredo, and she's convinced she couldn't be any fucking happier.

MEANWHILE

"So are we gonna talk about what happened back there?"

"You mean the mysterious chick in the black tights who was hitting on you? I was wondering when we'd get to that," Natasha hums. They had returned to Yelena's apartment after the mission to go over the new intel they had gathered.

"Hmm, yes, very funny, сестра (sister). Have you heard of this person before now? Are we sure they aren't a threat to the mission? If they interfere with freeing the Widows, I will kill them."

"Yes, unfortunately. Arachnoid has been on SHIELD's radar for a while now. She's not lying; she has been around longer than Spiderman. She's a bit of a loner. A lot more stealthy than Peter Parker. I'll get SHIELD's files on her. But no, she's not a threat. Not intentionally, anyway, but she's been known to get herself into sticky situations without realizing it."

"Interesting," Yelena mumbles, taking a swig of her cold beer.

"That's all you're gonna say? Alright, well if I can get her number, are you gonna call her?" Natasha jokes.

"No. Do not be ridiculous, Natasha."

"Oh please, I saw you checking out her ass when she walked away."

"That is so not true!" she objects. "I was looking for weapons!"

"And what did you find? Anything dangerous?"

"боже мой (oh my god)"

"So how about we do a little digging on our new friend? I mean, just in case she poses a threat to the mission." Natasha is making excuses, and they both know it, but some part of Yelena wants to know more about the masked vigilante.

"Alright. But only for the sake of the mission," Yelena emphasizes.

"Of course."

~

Natasha is called into Director Fury's office the next day.

"So I hear you've been looking into our little friend, the Arachnoid."

"And how did you hear this, Nick?" Natasha smiles.

"I hear everything, Romanoff. Let's get to the point, shall we? We've been looking into the Arachnoid for years. It's about time we get to know who she really is, don't you think?"

"I'm inclined to agree, Director. She's been lurking in the shadows for years, undetected by the press and the public. That takes some skill. Might be someone we should watch out for."

"Or someone we should have on our team," he counters with a raised brow and a smirk. Natasha returns it and accepts the file Director Fury hands her, leaving his office with a nod.

~

"Boss, it appears that someone is doing some digging into your files."

"Do you know who?" Rory asks the robotic voice.

"It appears to be coming from SHIELD. Would you like me to hack into their database?"

"Oh, EDNA, you know me so well. I'd love that."

"On it." The voice resumes a few minutes later. "It seems that Agent Natasha Romanoff, code name 'Black Widow', has been accessing your files quite frequently in the past 24 hours."

"Huh. I've got the Black Widow looking into me. Think I've finally made it to the big leagues, EDNA?"

"Yes, it appears so. You will likely be dead within a week."

"Okay, well, that was just rude."

Masterlist

[winterspiderpurrs]

Tony smiled brightly as he entered his private lab at the tower. He had run into Pepper as she was leaving on Monday, and after some conversation, he whisked them away out to Malibu for the Valentines Day reconnect. While he knew they hadn't said anything more, he was looking forward to actively trying to pursue Pepper again.

He had already made it to his workstation and pulled out a tool when he frowned. It quiet. Too quite. He looked around before looking up. " Friday, what's up with the silent treatment?"

He looked around and even noticed that DUM-E hadn't even come over to greet him. Now something was really up.

"Cmon baby girl. What I do this time?"

" If you will direct your attention to the right side of your desk," voiced Friday in a neutral tone. Yeah he fucked something up for that.

Looking over at the corner of his desk was a red envelope with the words " Mr. Stark!" written on it. Tony froze and then his stomach dropped, he hesitantly reached out and opened the envelope. Inside was a cartoon drawing of the iron man suit

" Together we're invincible! " was typed out. Opening, he recognized the messy print

" Mr. Stark!

HaPpY vAlEnTiNeS dAy!

I can't wait for lab tonight and the movies! I'm willing to even do burgers tonight instead of pizza! ( YOU Know i wouldn't give that up for anyone else but you sir!) Thank you for letting me spend the day with you! Maybe we can work on the new bot for my suit together?

<3 Peter B. Parker "

Shit.

He forgot the weekend prior he inivted Peter over. He hadn't realized it was Valentines when he did. Now he recalls the exchange.

" Hey why dont you come over Tuesday? We can tinker in the lab and then watch some movies pizza"

" Really?? You wanna... spend Tuesday night here ... with me?"

" Course kid! We can make a night of it! Just me and you"

He sighs and covers his face with his hand He fucked up. "Friday... play video of when the card got here"

A blue screen pop up infront of Tony's desk and a video started playing. There was the image of Peter big bright smile on his face as he skipped over to Tony's desk and placed the card down. He yelled over a greeting to DUM-E who rolled over beeping and waving his arms around. They did a highfive before Peter looked up and frowned. Obviously listening to what Friday was saying before Peter's shoulders droppes and he noddes. The look of disappointment on his face was eating away at Tony. Peter shuffled his feet for a few before going over to his own work station and sat down and started to work on the last project he had there.

" ...How long did he stay?"

" Peter worked for two point three hours before leaving to head home. Karen confirmed that he did not arrive home until 3:42 a.m. on Wednesday."

Tony knew he fucked up.

[liaromancewriter]

Day One (5/6)

Series Premise: What happened when Cassie met Sienna? Small moments that defined their friendship.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Characters: Cassie Valentine (F!MC), Sienna Trinh Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,050

A/N: I'm using @choicesflashfics week 33, prompt 3 (in bold). Submission to @choiceschallenge-may2023 prompt "shower"

Cassie Valentine was sure of one thing. Being an attending physician was much more challenging than she had anticipated. In a few weeks, she went from being a senior resident and diagnostics fellow that relied on others to mentor her to the one everyone expected to have all the answers.

How on earth was she supposed to be the Oracle of Edenbrook? Cassie griped as she got off the T and trekked home.

Soon, she’d take over from the Dr. Ethan Ramsey as head of Edenbrook’s famed Diagnostics Team, consulted by billionaires and the downtrodden alike. How was she supposed to follow someone like that?!?

Cassie breathed a sigh of relief as she neared the building that had been home for three years. She waved to Farley, who was tinkering with the outside lights but didn’t linger.

She wasn’t in the mood to socialize unless it was with a pint of chocolate cookie dough ice cream hidden at the back of the freezer.

Once inside the apartment, she followed her post-work routine: a long, hot shower and slathering her skin with scented lotion. It was fragrant enough to make her senses forget the astringent, antiseptic smell permeating the hospital’s four walls.

Later, dressed in comfortable sweats and a tee shirt, Cassie parked herself on the living room couch and grabbed the TV remote. She dug her spoon directly into the ice cream carton while scanning titles on the streaming service.

She was in the mood for the trashiest reality show she could find. Strangers stranded on a deserted island for love. Hot couples in a multi-million dollar yacht sailing the Caribbean while chaos rained around them. She didn’t care what the plot was, or lack thereof.

Cassie wanted one night where interns, residents and the nursing staff weren’t chasing her for wisdom and answers. She was tapped out. Empty and running on fumes.

Gone fishing. Come back tomorrow.

Spoon hovering near her lips, she looked up when the front door slammed open. Sienna marched inside, muttering under her breath and looking even worse than Cassie felt. Her hair was sticking up in clumps, and there were odd splashes on her scrubs.

“What happened to you?” Cassie asked by way of greeting.

“Stupid, fucking leprechaun,” Sienna grumbled, eyes snapping in frustration.

Cassie paused in concern at the very un-Sienna-like response. “Say that again … I don’t think I heard you right the first time. Did you say leprechaun?”

Sienna threw herself on the couch and huffed.

“I was crossing the Commons, and some idiot decided to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day early by dressing like a leprechaun,” she explained. “At first, it seemed harmless, but then he started splashing people with some kind of sticky slime. I got caught in the crossfire. It was already a hellish day, and this just capped it.”

“Did the police arrest him?” Cassie said, curious.

“Of course not,” Sienna said with an eye-roll. “By the time they showed up, he was long gone, probably cackling all the way to a rainbow for his pot of gold.”

Cassie burst into laughter. “You know it’s witches that cackle, not leprechauns, right? Besides, it was a clear, sunny day and not a rainbow in sight.”

Sienna pouted for a second, but then her face cleared. “I’m going to grab a shower and get this grime off me. Is the bathroom free?”

“Yeah, it’s just you and me tonight. Elijah has a date, Aurora’s having dinner with Harper and Jackie’s at….” Cassie paused. “Hmm. I have no idea, but I guess we’ll see her when we see her.”

Sienna started to slide off the couch but stopped midway. Her gaze sharpened as she regarded Cassie.

“Did you have a bad day at work?” she asked in a sympathetic tone.

“Not bad. Just tedious,” Cassie said. “I’m going to polish off this ice cream, pour a glass of wine, or several, and then let a group of ridiculously gorgeous people in a Miami beachfront mansion entertain me with their contrived attempts to find fame and love.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“Nope,” Cassie quipped, licking her spoon. “Want to tell me about this hellish day?”

“Pass.” Sienna smiled. “Want some company instead?”

“Go get cleaned up. I’ll have wine and popcorn waiting,” Cassie smiled back.

An hour later, they were sprawled on the couch, a large bowl of popcorn between them and a half-empty bottle of red wine on the coffee table.

“What on earth is Derek thinking?” Sienna moaned at the television. “Doesn’t he know Charity trash-talks him to Melody?”

“There’s nothing charitable about Charity,” Cassie murmured companionably. “Anyway, Derek’s no peach. He’s been eye-fucking Kali since the hot tub wardrobe—” she put her fingers up in air-quotation marks “—malfunction.”

“Men are such pigs,” Sienna scoffed.

“Sing it, sister,” Cassie cheered, not taking her eyes off the TV.

“Of course, Dr. Ramsey is the exception,” Sienna said carefully, flicking at crumbs. “He’s much too dignified to be swayed by a skinny, oh-so-obvious…uh…floozy. Right?”

Cassie caught Sienna’s furtive glance at the phone lying face down on the cushion. She thought back to Max’s last Picta post from Singapore, the flirty comments left by his colleague, and hid a smile at Sienna’s somewhat catty tone.

Absence might make the heart grow fonder, she thought with a sigh. But it also brought out the green-eyed monster when the one you had feelings for enjoyed a particular reputation.

“You’re right,” Cassie began, collecting her thoughts. “M…uh, he is the exception. You don’t have to worry about him. Ethan, I mean.”

Cassie quickly glanced down at the phone and then back at Sienna. She kept her face neutral, holding back the smirk when she saw recognition dawn in Sienna’s eyes.

Sienna nodded wordlessly and turned back to the TV. A few minutes later, she grabbed her phone, settled back and started typing, her smile widening at the rapid succession of back-and-forth pings on the phone.

Like a good friend, Cassie pretended not to notice when her best friend retreated to her bedroom to FaceTime with Max. She’d let her besties play this will-they, won’t-they game a while longer. There was no hurry, after all. They were meant to be.

And that, as they say, was the Valentine Way.

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[darubyprincx]

He sat in his chair in front of his newly minted desk with a slight stretch upwards, facing the shining planks and gentle orange glow of the rest of house. A well-worn pen lay on the surface of the desk, next to a new notebook and a small cordial of black ink. Out of a small leather pouch came a small box, inside which rested a nib, which was then screwed onto the pen in place of the old one.

After months of travel, Pixl figured he'd take the long way round with his journaling tonight.

He hadn't had much time to jot things down ever since he'd shown up here- between running from spiders, trying to cobble (hah) enough diamonds together to craft a pickaxe, running from spiders, and visiting the Nether to make some horribly time-consuming roof tiles, he'd been a bit busy. But new worlds were always lots of work, after all, and he'd thrown himself into the hustle and bustle of getting started so many times that the routine was more like supple leather: worn and familiar, the actions practiced and almost a dance.

Ah. There his mind went, wandering again as it often did when he wasn't able to access a pen or paper or (more commonly) a reliable power source to plug his laptop or phone into. Some worlds didn't even *have* electricity as Earth knew it- redstone was just a crude spark of magic dust to them, but he'd gotten lucky this time. At least he'd be able to actually contact people without resorting to magical means.

The pen hovered over the paper, words momentarily forgotten, and with a sigh Pix set it to the paper and starting writing.

"June 6th-

The long gap between this update and the last has an actual explanation this time: I've finally found the world that Fwhip sent the details of, after weeks of getting lost. Walking out of time and space is really weird. I got there in the end, though, hence the new journal and the first entry.

It seems the universe is not done with Pixl the archaeologist, not yet. I arrived- (fashionably) late as I often am) -not in my regular outfit, but something very close to what I'd worn in the second world of Empires. I've discovered that I can pull some rather strange and downright improbable things out of gravel, including lapis lazuli, carrots, and once an entire cake that I refuse to touch. Shelby says it tastes fine, with a faint aftertaste of dirt. I have not asked why she knows what dirt tastes like, nor will I because I do as well.

This world is populated with most of the people who were on Empires but with a couple new faces as well. I'm familiar with Scar, of course, but I've heard of Owen- a pilot who crash landed here and is on a quest to get an origin of his own beyond human. Sausage told me that, and also cheerfully informed me that he blew up the poor lad's camera. I'll have to figure out how to make a new one and also inform him when we inevitably cross paths that being human isn't quite a bad thing.

I myself have spent the past few days seperated from contact with the rest of the world, though, busy running around and gathering samples of literally every cool looking rock I could get my hands on and unfamiliar fauna, including Nether reeds- the lava equivalent of sugarcane- and proceeded to spend the next three days weaving it into roof tiles. No regrets.

I know I'll be here a while, so I've gone ahead and built myself a nice little house on a stony outcrop. It has four wings with things like tinkering tables, my desk, a loft with my bed, and of course, the front door, because I'm not interested in phasing through walls. Again. That was a difficult month and a half.

That's about everything, I suppose. I've been building for two days. I'm going to go to bed now and probably sleep in."

The journal snapped shut with a satisfying thock, glass dinged as the cap was screwed back onto the jar of ink, wood creaked as two feet climbed the ladder, and then the little house was silent for the rest of the night and well into the morning.

[666writingcafe]

Belphie's Object

The House of Lamentation (8)

MC: I am going to have to return to the human world soon, but before I go, I would like an object from each of you that I can take with me and use to summon you.

It's not unusual for me to be up so late, especially when I'm in the planetarium. Tonight, however, I'm not gazing up at the stars and daydreaming. Rather, I'm sitting in front of a computer.

As soon as I saw MC's text to us, I knew exactly what I wanted to give them. Problem is, it's not something they can easily take with them, nor is it something that they can see in the human world. I was actually intending on being asleep by now, but then I remembered the telescope. It's one that takes pictures. There was a period of time where I constantly took snapshots of the night sky. Most of the photos are sitting in boxes in the attic, although a few of my favorites are taped to the walls.

Now, if I can get this aligned just right--

"Belphie?" Shit. "What are you doing?"

"Tinkering around," I reply to MC, still focused on the computer screen.

"Mind if I join you?"

"Might as well. You're already here." I really wanted to have the picture ready before MC showed up, but it's fine. I almost have the shot lined up, anyway, so it's not like they have to wait long.

"I'm sorry if I upset you." I feel their presence next to me. "I just wanted to have one last look at the stars before I leave."

"You won't be able to see a lot of them in the human world. The two realms have different stars and constellations."

"I know. That's why I want to commit these ones to memory." Perfect. I click on a few buttons, and soon the picture's printing.

"Although, part of the charm of looking up at these stars is being able to do so with you," MC continues, making me pause for the first time this evening. "You have such a calming presence, and I feel like I can truly relax around you."

Thankfully, the printer finishes, so I have a legitimate excuse to get up. I don't want MC to see me blush. No idea why. Maybe I don't want to be that vulnerable? And risk them rejecting me.

That must be it. But it doesn't make much sense. MC has not acted that way before towards anyone. Why would they start now?

Plus, they admitted they can relax around me, so why shouldn't I be able to relax around them?

Emotions are complicated.

I silently walk back over to MC and present the picture to them.

"It's our stars," they whisper. I nod my head, and MC stands up and wraps their arms around me in a hug. "Thank you. I'll treasure it always."

[the-fiction-witch]

Hi!

Media Phantom Halo / Sleep no more / My Left Hand Man

Character Samuel Emmerson

Couple Samuel X Reader

Rating Sweet

I sat on the porch step with my comic book listening to my dad throw things around drunk inside, I was starting to wonder if Becket was coming back tonight or not but I'd be sitting here wondering that forever if I let myself. I perked up a little as I heard footsteps down the street, I looked up and saw a familiar sight, Y/n the girl who lives next door in her work uniform black jeans and a long-sleeve top, her hair in a bun, and her bag over her shoulder. She spotted me and smiled,

"Hi," she waved as she went past,

"Hi!" I happily waved back as she headed up her own porch and into her own house, the moment she was gone I sighed happily. 

I stood working on my car tinkering away with things trying to get the old rust bucket to work again, I heard a gate so I perked up and looked beyond the gate, I saw Y/n again having come out of her house off somewhere in her blue shorts and long off the shoulder white top, with her hair in a braid she passed the fence and smiled giving me a wave "Hi",

"Hi!" I smiled giving her a quick wave, 

she giggled and continued on off to wherever she was going, 

As soon as she was gone I sighed happily. 

I sat on my bed looking out the window at the rain as I had little else to do today, I perked up a little as I saw Y/n come out of the house next door in her cute little black dress and tights, her hair in a pony tail,

"Hi!" I quickly spoke up making her look up,

"Aww Hi samuel," she waved, 

I sighed happily and waved to her as she headed off down the street, 

"Talking to the girl is an option, Samuel," Becket spoke up as he came into my bedroom, 

"shut up Becket."

"You're not going to make her fall in love with you if all you can say is Hi." 

"I'm trying, I just get so... tongue-tied whenever I see her." I pouted, 

"you can talk to your pillow just fine."

"That's different! and... Private."

"You don't have a door sam everything you do in your room you may as well be doing in the living room," 

"Piss off Becket." I told him,

I sighed heading home slowly walking with my stuff after a long day of trying to make some money, and I spotted as I walked Y/n strolling towards me, in her usual sneakers, her black knee-high socks, her little black and white striped t-shirt and a black pinafore dress, her hair down for once, her bag over her shoulder. 

She saw me and smiled, "Hi samuel," she waved

"Hi y/n," I waved as we passed each other, I happily sighed but I felt like my body was boiling, "Y/n!"

"Humm yeah?" she asked stopping and turning to me, as I turned back to her. 

"I uhhhhhh ughhhhh I uhhhhhh how are you?"

"I'm good, how are you?"

"I uhhh I'm good too. I uhh was I was wondering if uhh if you'd mind I ask uhh  where your off to?"

"Course," she giggled, "Just really felt like getting some food really fancy some nuggets," 

"Yeah I uhhhh I ughhh I could go for chicken nuggets too..."

"Well your welcome to join me," she smiled,

"You -you uhh you don't mind?"

"Course not, come on we can go together," she smiled, 

"Okay!" I happily dumped my stuff on the porch but kept my money with me I'll just tell my dad I didn't make anything today, and I happily ran back to her

"You ready samuel?"

"Yeah yeah I'm ready let uhh let go," I smiled as we walked along towards town, "So uuhhh nuggets?"

"yeah, nuggets, fries, maybe a burger we'll see how we feel."

"I am pretty hungry,"

"Yeah me too, come on maybe I'll treat you to an ice cream after" she playfully smiled,