#its like i left it in my jean pocket and put it in the washing machine

[hannibal-is-my-comfort-show]

[cinematicreid]

out the door

the one where Spencer helps reader pack for a trip.

wc 1003

tags + the rundown: fem!reader, bau!reader, fluff, spencer and reader are besties but ofc flirty, cute banter, i want him so bad etc.

a/n: hi tumblr hi fellow spencer reid stans hiiii! i think about this man so much in my head it was time to get him out of my notes app and onto a blog. inbox is open, let’s chat. all feedback welcome just pls be nice! enjoy!

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“Spencer, be more helpful,” you beg as you stuff your toothpaste into an almost-full toiletry bag while frantically looking for your chapstick.

“I told you this was going to happen,” he says with a huff of resignation. He begins to fold the tiny, but mighty (i.e., messy) pile of clothes on your bed, organizing them neatly in your duffle bag.

To be fair, he was right. To also be fair, it had been a long week at the office, working through a stack of files that seemed never-ending. The days were long as they always were, and you had already fallen behind on quite a few household tasks, a rare habit of yours that was particularly prominent during weeks like these. Packing for your girls’ weekend had been the last thing on your mind.

Now here you were with a flight that was sure to leave without you if you didn’t kick it into high gear, and a somehow always right Spencer Reid ready to drive you to the airport, and you couldn’t find your damn chapstick.

“Well, if you knew this was going to happen you should have come even earlier.”

You make your way from your bathroom to your bedroom and toss your toiletry bag on the bed, nearly missing Spencer’s arm as he folds the last of your jeans. He chuckles at your remark before tucking the see-through bag neatly into the duffle.

“You know, I could have not offered my automobile services to you. I could have let you perish on the side of the road,” he teases.

You roll your eyes as you rummage through the drawers of your bedside table. Where the fuck did you put your chapstick?

“You’ve packed so many go-bags, you’d think you’d have this down by now,” he continues.

“My go-bag!”

You rush to the living room, targeting another one of the (too many) duffle bags you own on the couch. Most of its contents had been emptied into your laundry basket or returned to their rightful places except a few, and you race back to your room with your chapstick proudly brandished. Spencer shakes his head in amusement.

“How long will you be gone?” he asks, gently taking the tube from your fingers and securing it inside the front pocket of the bag, now zipped up and ready to board.

“Just the weekend,” you smile, already feeling your shoulders ease as the breath finds your lungs easier. You hated rushing. “I haven’t been back to Michigan in almost a year.”

His brow furrows. “We had a case there last month.”

“Yeah but, you know what I mean. I want to see my friends and visit the museums and enjoy the food, not profile a psycho.”

You grab your bag and start to sling it over your shoulder as you make your way to the front door. Spencer trails behind you, reaching for the strap before you can secure it and placing it over his own shoulder.

“We haven’t had a full weekend off in a while,” he says, and is that the faintest twinge of disappointment in his voice? “I didn’t know you were going to be out of town.”

You glance over at him, letting your eyes wander for a moment. Spencer on the weekends was a rare sight. His hair was extra fluffy; he’d had time to truly wash it in the shower instead of the rushed mornings you were used to when working a case. He was wearing his favorite cardigan that he never traveled with, the bottom two buttons left undone and the light brown of the wool bringing out the even lighter specks of brown in his eyes.

Of course, there was your favorite part: Those damn, adorable glasses that made their appearance once in a blue moon and almost exclusively on weekends when he felt too lazy to put in his contacts. Spencer on the weekends was all soft smiles and gentle laughs and, quite frankly, he was an absolute joy to be around.

You internally echo his disappointment that you’ll be a plane ride away instead of here with him, enjoying a new book store he’d found or convincing him to go window shopping with you.

You stop yourself before letting this daydream become too enticing. You could spend a million weekends with Spencer and never get bored, but you did miss your hometown, and your friends. You had a plane to catch.

“Sounds like someone already misses me,” you joke, returning your gaze ahead of you and grabbing your keys from the kitchen counter. “We see each other nearly every hour of every day. I honestly thought the sight of me repulsed you.”

“What? Of course not! I don’t find you repulsing. I was just…“ he begins to trail off ever so slightly, and there it is again. That tempting bubble of a daydream and what the weekend could have been starts creeping back into your apartment. You’d probably do anything to please Spencer in this moment.

Damn him.

Before you can burst it, for the sake of both of you and your not-so-cheap plane ticket, the piercing ringtone of the good doctor’s phone bursts it for you.

You stare at each other knowingly.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” you groan, shutting your eyes and tossing your head back in defeat.

Spencer retrieves his phone from his back pocket, pursing his lips knowingly before answering it.

“Hey, Garcia… yeah… you don’t have to call her, she’s actually with me. We’ll be there soon.” He gives you an apologetic look as he hangs up.

“I’m sorry,” he says sincerely, the previous moment fully vanished as you both slip back into work-mode. You let out an exaggerated, though you feel appropriate, sigh.

“At least you packed my go-bag for me,” you say in attempt to ease your own sadness about your now nonexistent weekend plans. “You should come over before all our cases.”

“Don’t let my generosity fool you.” Spencer nudges you toward the door with a comforting hand. “You’re packing mine when we get to my place.”

[whotfislai]

ㅋᩚ ㅋᩚ Too sweet skater girl | le ssera, yunjin!

pairing huh yunjin & fem reader. lesbians 🔛🔝

genre fluff (in my personal opinion 🤓☝)

doei speaks! hot skater girl yunjin what more do i need to say? ++ dividers came from xxbimbobunnyxx <3

it was around 11:20 p.m. and you were currently at your local skate park practicing some moves you'd seen done on tiktok.

the atmosphere was something special around this time. the moon had illuminated you and the rest of the park, with the help of some nearby streetlights, and no one else was in sight.

your headphones were blasting in your ears, and all you could hear was your favorite song.

too sweet by hozier. (even if its not we're PRETENDING it is 🤓)

everything felt more comfortable in times like these. nobody was around to bother you, and it felt as though your responsibilities and pressures had drifted away from you, even if the feeling lasted simply for an hour.

you'd take that over nothing.

you were too focused on nailing this one trick that you just couldn't seem to get, sitting on the ledge of the vert-ramp, when you felt someone tap your shoulder.

"OH MY GOD WHAT THE FU—" you exclaimed as the person clearly startled you. you jumped and shifted to the left to see who tapped your shoulder when your jaw practically dropped.

the HOTTEST, and i mean HOTTEST, girl you've ever seen was crouched right next to you.

her hair was like a washed out orange color, it kinda reminded you of fall and how you'd sometimes spot brown-ish leaves on the ground. she had on a black cap and an over-sized white shirt and some baggy jeans (no nct😔✊🏾).

what interested you the most was the skateboard she had resting beside her. pantone 7453c, also known as fearless blue, and had the phrase "IM FEARLESS" plastered on it in graffiti style.

the girl tilted her head and had a rather confused look on her face. "i was watching you from over there," she pointed to the other side of the street, "and i couldn't help but notice something. were you attempting the madonna a few minutes ago?"

you opened your mouth to respond and-

"goddamn, you're so fine."

...

"you know you said that out-loud, right?" ... "i did?"

... "SHIT I DID!"

the girl only laughed at your response. now if you were her in this situation, you would've left right around now.

you didn't want to even imagine how cringe you probably sounded to her, but when you focused on her expression, she looked almost flattered by it.

"you're not too bad yourself. y'know, you're lucky i'm into girls. maybe you've got a shot." she winked at you, and your hands flew to your face in an attempt to hide the flustered reaction her words caused you, which was followed by her bursting out in laughter only harder this time.

the atmosphere in the skate-park had now changed in only a few minutes of talking to her, and to be 100% honest, you weren't exactly mad at it.

instead of being annoyed by the sounds of her loud-ass laughter, you were infatuated by it. she had this charm factor about her.

"s-shut up talking like that! i don't even know your name, do you flirt with every girl you see?" you exclaimed. she could tell you were trying your best to cover up how embarrassed you were so she went with it.

"nah, i just flirt with the cute ones," she grinned, "the name's yunjin."

yunjin..yunjin. you swore you've heard that name before.

smiling back at her, you extended your arm and dapped her up. "i'm (yn). y'know, is it just me or does your name sounds familiar?"

.

.

"i mean no shit it's familiar, it's literally my name."

"SHUT THE HELL UP YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!"

you rolled your eyes at the girl. she winked again before pulling out her phone. as you stared the case you could see it read, "HUH YUNJIN."

huh yunjin. huh. that name really sounds SO familiar.

the feeling of, "do i know her," overtook your mind and you began spacing out. so much so that you didn't even realize she had put her phone back in her pocket and was now standing beside you.

yunjin called your name but got no response.

she called your name again.

yunjin then proceeded to kick you in the leg which seemed to do the trick.

"ow, what the hell!" you hissed, clutching your leg in pain. she only shrugged. "stop thinking so hard then and ride me. I MEAN—ride WITH me."

"nuh-uh, don't try to clean it up now! you basically just asked me to have se-"

"SHUT UP AND GRAB YOUR SKATEBOARD (YN) I'M GONNA TEACH YOU THIS TRICK!"

and so that was the night you learned how to do the madonna.

you were headed to the skate park to meet your favorite girl, yunjin. after your first meeting, the two of you exchanged numbers and met up often.

it had become somewhat of a routine of yours. you'd wake up, do whatever boring shit you needed to do for the day, go home, and wait until around 11 before leaving to hang out with her.

something about yunjin was a breath of fresh air to you. i mean, you two had gotten so close that you began sharing some of your thoughts with her, even the non-skateboarding related ones.

no matter how late it was, she was there to listen, and something about that in itself made you feel...

loved?

maybe cared for was a better way to put it but whatever the feeling was, you wanted to feel that way forever.

and you hoped you made her feel the same way.

as you made it to the park your eyes instinctively scanned over the area for her but... she wasn't anywhere to be seen.

usually when she was running late she'd text you as a heads-up so this concerned you. i mean what if something happened to her? it is pretty late, what if she had been kidnapped or something?

but then again, knowing her, she'd probably piss off her kidnapper.

.... WHICH COULD RESULT IN HER MURDER??

you whipped your phone out of your pocket and called yunjin, hoping she'd pick up and just say she didn't feel like coming, as long as she was safe it didn't matter.

"hey (yn), you-"

"yunjin are you okay?"

there was a pause.

"oh i'm fine. i totally forgot to text you didn't i? i'm just grabbing something but i'm on my way now."

you smiled. not just because she was still coming but just knowing everything she okay made you feel at ease. but this feeling of gratitude didn't last long before she added, "it's cute that you worried about me."

even through the phone you could hear her smirking. of course you had to fall for such a cocky, beautiful, talented, kind human being. yunjin had every quality that you wanted in a partner but you weren't 100% sure she reciprocated your feelings.

i mean sure, she flirted with you, but then again one time you two went to target and she almost got the cashiers phone number sooo..

"whatever loser, i just didn't need my friend getting kidnapped. it'd totally kill my vibe." you lied. she let out a hum before saying she was close, so you two hung up.

it was only four minutes later when she showed up, target bags in one hand, skateboard in the other. she joined you on the bench, setting one of the bags next to her feet and the other on her lap.

"you didn't go back to see that cashier, did you?" you questioned, half joking but half serious. yunjin laughed. "(yn) jealous era?"

you only shrugged and let out a quiet maybe. she shook her head, "don't worry, i'd never dream of it when i've got you."

AHEM??

her statement shocked you to say the least. internally, you were freaking out. yunjin could tell.

before you could reply back, she stopped you. she opened the bag, and pulled out two spray paint cans.

"what're you planning to do with those?" you pointed to the cans. "yunjin's in her artist era now?"

she giggled at your teasing. every interaction you two had was just fun, this type of relationship felt so carefree...if that made sense? the both of you just kinda let go with one another.

she pointed towards your skateboard, "i thought we should make yours look actually cool? plain is totally boring."

"well you say that like yours is better? like what? are we gonna match or something?" you joked.

yunjin scratched the back of her head, slightly moving the position of her cap in the process. "well...i kinda wanted to.."

the look on her face after saying this was different than anything you've seen from her. it was more nervous, unsure of herself, non-confident.

she felt tense as your eyes scanned over her face. it was as if you were studying her expressions, could you really tell a change just from that?

yunjin cleared her throat in an attempt to take off some pressure, "unless you don't want to. that's cool."

she avoided eye contact until you put your hand on-top of hers.

"it's cool."

you two sat there quietly, digesting the conversation, before moving. the silence was nice. you two rarely had moments like that before but you noticed they were happening more often.

you two could be just talking and suddenly it'd get quiet. you'd look at yunjin, she'd look at you, and it was like your eyes spoke.

if looks could talk, you two would've been together by now.

"this looks like shit."

"(yn)!! don't say that, we haven't even finished!"

but it was true, your skateboard looked so bad. if anyone else had done this to it, you would've freaked out. but it was yunjin.

she insisted on continuing although it was basically ass, so you two continued. after about twenty minutes she finished (you tapped out around the ten minute mark and opted to lie in the grass instead).

"all it has to do is dry now." she stated, walking to lie next to you.

the sky looked so pretty at that moment. the stars covered everywhere your eyes could see, and the moon, the moon shone as brightly as ever.

but something else was prettier in your opinion. you turned your head and met the eyes of yunjin, who was staring at you with the softest expression. to her, you were perfect like this.

"yunjin, you're staring."

she sighed, letting out the softest, "i know."

you two were doing the thing again. staring that led to nothing else, unfortunately. yunjin might've realized that too, because she turned her head back to the night sky.

it fell silent. a comfortable silence.

but this isn't what you wanted. something came over you, and it was urging you to just confess. you really like yunjin. that's a fact.

if you had a wikipedia page, there'd be a section all about your love for yunjin.

okay that might be an overstatement but you get the point.

you inhaled quietly before turning back to face her, it's now or never. well not literally but this is the perfect time.

she felt your eyes shift and turned to look at you.

"yunjin," you grabbed on the bottom of your shirt out of anxiousness, "i don't know...i don't know if you know this already but, i like you. and i'm not saying this lightly, i'm certain of it. everything about you is perfect to me and i've never felt this way about anyone else. you're so-"

you were cut off by her lips gently pressing against yours.

the kiss was short but sweet. you wouldn't have traded it for the world. and after she pulled away, it left you wanting more.

"i know that was sudden but uh, you just looked so fucking good. and i thought since you like me, and i like you too, it'd be cool."

you nodded your head slowly. "don't worry, it was cool. i really liked it."

she nodded too. "y'know, you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen. i'm overall glad i met you."

with that being said, you and yunjin laid together in the grass, under the moonlight, knowing by tomorrow you'd be more than friends.

and that was a nice thought.

"hey yunjin, can i ask you something?" you whispered. by this point, she was laying on top of your chest, fighting off sleep.

"mhmm..." she muttered.

"what was in the other bag?"

yunjin rubbed her eyes and yawned. "oh. y'know how you were going on and on about my name being familiar?"

you hummed and she continued saying, "turns out there's an idol with a similar name to me, huh yeo-jin, whoever the hell that is i dunno. so i bought some photo-cards of her."

oh. you laughed.

who the hell is that?

End!ㅤ

thanks for reading! i'm not sure if i did skater girl yunjin justice in this, i might write more abt her like this cause she's hot.

reblog / like it if you enjoyed <3!

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

part 6 of 🌧️welcome to hell🌧️

summary - demons lingered in the back of your mind, causing you to think you aren't good enough and it doesn't help that steve is ignoring you.

warning - bad thoughts, self-hate, mentions of cheating, angst, barely eating, emotionally drained, feeling like you aren't good enough.

the gif I use isn't mine, headers by me.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 7

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

What if you and Steve were meant to part ways, only so that you could find each other again. What if you were destined for each other? But instead of being together now, you both needed to grow separately, and soon the two of you would meet again in the coming years when you were both ready.

You didn’t know who you were anymore. You were no longer the person you were before you met Johnny, and you weren’t exactly who you were when you were with him. You felt stuck and horrible. You hadn’t gotten better after the divorce, not even when Steve entered your life. 

Somehow, you lit up his darkness and he silenced your mind. Around him, you felt as though you could finally breathe. But why couldn’t you relax?

Your eyes fluttered open as you woke from your slumber and you just laid there, staring up at the ceiling. It had been a few weeks since you bumped into Steve and you wondered if you had done something wrong.

Steve helped you with your bags, placing them on your kitchen counter before he turned and looked around your place with a smile, his hands stuffed in his jean pockets. “You have a nice place, it suits you.” God, why could you two stare at each other and feel so connected, but then so awkward when trying to find something to talk about. 

“Thank you. You really didn’t have to help me.” You gesture towards the bags before you begin to unpack them, hoping that the cold products haven't warmed too much. 

Steve waves you off. “I didn’t mind. Like I said, I wanted to help.” It felt so natural as he began to unpack the other bag, like this was your routine. The two of you moved so gracefully, like a puzzle piece fitting perfectly into its spot as you moved around the kitchen, putting things away.

Once you finished, your eyes locked onto Steve’s as he leant against the counter. “W–Would you like something to drink? Or eat?” You watched his eyes flicker down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. 

“Water, please.” Did his voice get deeper? You felt like you could drop at any second with how he looked at you. You moved quickly, hands shaking slightly as you filled up a glass before handing it over to him. Steve grabs it gently from you, his fingers brushing against yours and sparks erupt at the touch, causing a soft gasp to escape you. “Thank you.” 

You watched him drink, how could such a normal thing look so hot and sinful when he did it? His eyes never left yours, but yours left his when he moved the glass away from his mouth. You watched his tongue flick out as he collected the water that glistened against his lips. This felt so wrong, but so right at the same time. 

You blink and clear your throat, quickly moving away from him before you do something you may regret. Steve moves over to the sink, washing the glass for you before putting it away. Your mouth hangs open slightly, not even Johnny did that. You would always have to clean up after him. 

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Stop comparing the two! 

But they look so alike… You can’t help but think. It was strange.

You shake your head from your thoughts as Steve touches your shoulder gently. “Are you okay?” 

You hum. “Oh, yeah. Sorry.” You felt like you were suffocating, like this was all a dream. If this was a dream, you didn’t want to wake from it. You let out a shuddering breath as you stare into Steve’s eyes, you could see concern swirling around. “I’m okay. I just got lost in my thoughts.”

Steve nods as if he understands, and the weirdest thing was that every thought seemed to disappear as his hand brushed against your hip. Neither of you could deny the pull, and it scared the hell out of you.

You barely knew Steve, and yet you felt so safe with him. You nearly cried as he pulled away, stepping back, his hand now falling to his side. His phone didn’t go off, but he pulled it out. “I have to go, my friend messaged me.” He gestured to his phone, and you felt your heart sink. Maybe it was inevitable, maybe deep down all men really were the same. Be it in friend, brother, father, or lover form. It was a curse that no woman could seem to break. “It was lovely to see you again, and if you ever need me. I’m right across from you.” He gave a smile so fake that you wanted to believe it to be real. And then he left, leaving you to stand there as your thoughts crashed into you. 

You blink tiredly from the memory. 

Maybe he got scared as well. Maybe he had his own demons, one in the form of an ex. Your chest tightened at the thought of him with someone else, and then you sighed.

He’s not yours, idiot. He never will be, so stop being so pathetic. 

You groan, your thoughts have become meaner lately. You slide out of bed and head over to your closet, scratching your head as you stare at your clothes. Your lip turns as you don’t like anything you see, maybe this would be a good time to have a day to yourself. Well, technically everyday now is to yourself because you left your husband after catching him fucking your best friend.

Your nose scrunches as the image of them fucking pops up into your head. They were your own demons that would possibly forever haunt you. 

You grab some jeans, a plain black shirt and underwear before heading into your bathroom. As you place your things down onto the bathroom counter, your eyes catch your reflection, and it was like death was staring back at you. It seemed the physical toll had slipped from your attention, you had thought you were doing okay aside from the nasty thoughts. Sure, you didn’t eat as often, but it wasn’t because you were starving yourself. You just hadn’t been as hungry, anytime you would go to eat, those two would pop up into your head and your appetite would disappear.

You stripped before slipping under the water. Now you understood why Steve would avoid you like the plague whenever you bumped into him in the hallway. 

You hated this stupid pull that you kept feeling, it was like a constant tugging. It kept trying to pull you in the direction of Steve, like somehow it knew he was close and craved him to be near you. You wished you could grab some scissors and cut the cord that was attaching you to him. Maybe then he could be free of you, free of the burden you seemed to carry. 

You shoved your head underwater, wanting these thoughts to disappear. Maybe taking you along with them. You stand under the shower for a bit longer before slowly getting out and drying yourself off. You don’t dare look in the mirror in fear of what you would see. You hurriedly dress yourself and walk out of the room, grabbing your shoes and bag.

As you exit your apartment, you are met with Steve leaving his. Your eyes widen for a split second before you quickly look down and walk away, not caring that you didn’t lock your door. You didn’t want to burden him with your presence. When you’ve made quite a distance between the two of you, you let out a deep sigh. 

Was this how it was going to be for you? Forever cursed from love and happiness?

You were going to be okay. You had to be.

Steve watched with a saddened look as you walked away. He knew he was being an arse, he didn’t mean to, really. It was just that anytime he was around you, or thinking about you, he would feel this intense feeling wash over him. Steve had felt those feelings the first time he bumped into you and then the second two years later. He was scared, scared that he may end up hurting you. Of course, he didn’t know he was already doing that. 

You walked through the doors of a local second-hand shop, a place you generally enjoyed shopping at. You head straight towards the clothing section, beginning to flick through. 

“Wanda! Did I tell you the news about Steve?” Without meaning to, your ears perk up at the name. You knew it could be a possibility that it was another Steve, but subconsciously you listened in. 

You had heard that voice before, though. You just didn’t know where from…

“No, what about him?” You pick out a few pieces of clothing as you listen in. 

“He finally found someone! He met her once before, but they ran into each other again!” A tug at your heart, even though the person might not be your Steve. “He constantly spoke about her even when he didn’t even know her, now that has doubled. You remember right?” 

The other woman hums. “Oh yeah, isn’t that why everyone teases him?” 

You round the corner, eyes widening a bit when you spot the woman talking. She was the same one from when you had bumped into Steve the first time. Your heart tugs like crazy because you knew this couldn’t be you, they were talking about. Steve had been ignoring you, so why would he talk about you to his friends? 

Natasha looks up as she’s about to reply and you immediately look down, pretending you are looking through the clothes in your arms. You don’t see her nudge the woman next to her, gesturing to you or the fact that they are now approaching until it’s too late.

“Hi. I know you.” You look up surprised. Natasha smiles teasingly. “You’re Steve’s girl!” 

You shake your head, clearing your throat awkwardly. “Uh no… I’m not his girl…” You stumble slightly. “I—I know him! But uh, we aren’t…” You gulp, this was painful.

The women smile. “Okay, you aren’t his girl now. But you will be!” Wanda replied, a giant grin on her face. “Oh, sorry! Hi, I’m Wanda!” 

“Y/n, and I don’t think so. Steve and I aren’t even friends.” You begin to chew on your bottom lip, needing someone to talk to about this, but you didn’t have any friends… You also didn’t know if you could trust having a friend again. You swallow, your throat suddenly feeling dry. 

Natasha’s brows furrow, “Wait, don’t you guys live across from each other?” You nod, “And you don’t talk?” You shake your head.

“Dumbarse” She mutters under her breath, shaking her head. “I’m sorry about Steve. He’s made it sound like you guys were close.” Natasha facepalms. “I am so going to kick his arse when I see him.” 

“You don’t have to, it’s okay.” You try to fake a smile, but it feels like they can see through it. 

Wanda grins. “Why don’t you join us? We can forget about men and just shop!” 

You made it back to your apartment after spending the day with Wanda and Natasha, you hadn’t felt this happy in a while. As you hit the last step, your head lifts and your eyes connect with those beautiful blue ones. You feel your throat dry and your stomach twist. 

“Y/n…” You slowly move forward, berating yourself for allowing your heart to feel something for him. You were already so broken, why did you think anyone could love you. Your gaze flickers to the bouquet of flowers in his hands, noticing how they shake slightly. Maybe he had a date and wasn’t expecting you to show as he was leaving. 

You continue to walk, hoping to slide past him and into the safety of your home. Even though it felt so lonely inside. Steve reaches out, grasping your arm gently, causing you to stop and look at him. Neither of you can ignore the spark that lights from your touch. Unable to ignore the pull anymore, it felt as though time had stilled as you once again locked eyes. 

“I’m sorry… I’ve been an arse.” Steve frowns, all of the negative feelings he’s been feeling have finally come crashing down on him. 

You shake your head, giving another one of your fake smiles. “You don’t have to apologise, Steve. It’s not like we were friends or anything, you don’t need to be nice to me.”

His hold on you tightens slightly, Steve wonders who the hell hurt you to make you think that. He stares deeply into your eyes, hoping that you can see he’s telling the truth. “I do. Because I am sorry. You didn’t deserve me ignoring you, especially if you think it has anything to do with you. I was in the wrong, and I’d like to make it up to you if you allow me.”

Another choice for you to make. One where it could go incredibly well or one you would regret forever. 

You stare at him for a few seconds, trying to find a sliver of a lie. Your gaze moves down, and you look at the flowers. “I got these for you… I didn’t want to apologise empty–handed.” 

And like that, your demons quietened. “I’ve never received flowers before…” His love roared louder than your demons, silencing them. 

You looked back up at him and made your choice. 

The gravitational pull between you had become stronger, finally feeling like it was ready. It seemed the universe and all the galaxies had a talk and said,

“Yeah, It’s time.” 

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[asherthehimbo]

Love Talk - Song Mingi

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“Do we really have to be there so early?” Mingi’s voice nags from his spot in the doorway of Hongjoongs room. The elder male currently seated at his vanity trying to perfect the liner on his left eye, he doesn’t spare a glance at Mingi even though the taller of the two is complaining like a child. “Yes, Mingi you simply don’t understand the earlier we get there the more we get to experience” Hongjoong sighs out before clickling his tongue in satisfaction as he lets out a small cheer when his left eye’s liner finally matches his right eye. 

“Speaking of you should get ready, we leave in an hour” Hongjoong looks at Mingi as he stands up from the vanity, cracking his back, the chains that lay around his exposed abdomen make soft sounds as they move. “What do you mean? I am ready?” Mingi stands up straight, no longer leaning on the doorframe as he looks down at his outfit, suddenly self conscious about his choice of clothing under his leader's scrutinizing gaze.

“You’re kidding right?” Hongjoong rests his elbow on his jutted out hip as he looks Mingi up and down, “No? I don’t think there's anything wrong with my outfit.” Mingi voices. He’s dressed in  beige pants paired with black combat boots, he has a black sleeveless turtleneck on with a very fashionable boob window, he has a few rings on, the outfit is simple yet stylish, it compliments his newly dyed oreo hair perfectly; he thought it was a fine outfit for the concert. “The outfit itself is okay, but there's no way in hell you’re going to an incarnation's concert wearing absolutely NO pink, and dressed like that.” Hongjoong smacks his lips in distaste before walking past Mingi, grabbing his hand as he drags him out of the apartment down to Mingi’s dorm.

“I’m going to get you a better outfit.” Hongjoong throws Mingi on his bed the moment they enter the taller’s room and immediately makes a straight line to Mingi’s closet, completely ignoring the other rappers' yelp as he hits the bed. Looking at Hongjoongs outfit and then at his own Mingi supposes he sees his leaders point.

Hongjoong’s outfit consists of a pair of pink low waisted washed out jeans with WAY too many pockets in Mingi’s opinion, it’s held up with a white belt that's decorated in little pink rhinestones that wouldn't be visible if you didnt stand close enough to see. His top half holds a white long sleeved turtle neck, its cropped so it ends a little bit above his belly button, its cut so that his shoulders are exposed but arms are covered, the shirt sits so tight Mingi is sure Atiny’s would drool at the very visible outline of Hongjoongs chest. 

His exposed abdomen holds some simple silver chains that have a great contrast to the tan he recently acquired. Mingi’s pretty sure Hongjoong’s feeding into the femboy Hongjoong agenda Atiny created, but he looks good in the outfit so Mingi won't disagree. The rest of the outfit has silver and pink accessories, and white combat boots that make his leader seem taller than he normally is.

Hongjoong steps away from Mingi’s closet, throwing a pair of pastel pink camo pants Mingi didn't even know he owned, along with a very tight cropped tank top, its white like Hongjoongs but instead of the plain white it was english writing on it with a graphic design, Mingi doesn't know what it says, he can't read english. “Go put this on while i get shoes and accessories” Hongjoong says before moving to where Mingi’s shoes and jewelry are, not giving Mingi a chance to object. 

Mingi moves to his bathroom to get changed, he feels a bit more exposed and he wonders what he’s going to do if it gets cold, he doesn't know if Hongjoong will let him wear a jacket. While Mingi would usually object or complain about Hongjoong making him change, Mingi knows it'll be pointless since Hongjoong is very serious when it comes to these things. He looks at himself in the bathroom mirror and he has to admit, even though he doesn't have shoes or accessories for the outfit yet, Hongjoong did make a good choice.

When he walks out of the bathroom he sees white combat boots, not much different to Hongjoong’s own placed on his bed, along with a silver chain that has a lock charm on it for a necklace, some bracelets and rings lay there as well as Hongjoong sits on the bed next to his layout with some makeup in his hands, he’s smiling up at Mingi in a way that makes Mingi shudder. He's going to get back at Wooyoung and the others for this, mark his words.

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Sitting in their seats Mingi finds it hard to focus on the concert in front of him. Listen, it’s not his fault okay? They have good music, Mingi will admit, the song’s he’s heard so far will definitely stay stuck in his head for a while, and with Hongjoong’s excited blabbering every second Mingi started to enjoy himself. The way the crowd all had some pink on them, the way they moved in unison, it kind of reminded him of Atiny’s and that made him feel a bit more comfortable. 

Honestly he was paying attention, the drummer really caught his attention as he had a very unique way of rapping, but he turned his head once  after  a song had ended, just to look at the crowd once more, and he made eye contact with the most beautiful man he’s ever seen. Mingi swore his breath was knocked out of his lungs, the chillyness he felt before now long forgotten as his body heated up looking at the unknown male.

The male was tall, taller than Mingi definitely, broad shoulders and biceps that were straining against his white dress shirt in a way that made Mingi swallow his suddenly dry throat. Mingi could see faint black lines underneath the almost see through white shirt, tattoo’s maybe? The light of the stadium may have been dim but the way the pink led’s of the stage illuminated the man made him look stunning. Mingi wasn’t sure how long he was staring, but he knew it had been a while, and the man was staring right back, his neck turned a little backward because of where he was seated. 

The man crossed his arms and his shirt hugged his back tighter, Mingi is sure the man had a bigger chest that would be pushed together right now as well, and he wishes he was sitting a bit closer so he could see it. The man smiled at Mingi sweetly, waving at him with one hand- oh god what a hand it was. The song seemed to have ended as Mingi could register Hongjoong yapping to him, but he couldn't focus on the words of his leader though.

The man he’s been eye fucking for a solid half hour, the man whose been staring back at him the last few moments pulls out his phone and turns himself fully to the front making Mingi groan in annoyance as he lost his view, but quickly refocus as the man stood up. This man was built by the heavens, he was everything Mingi had dreamed a god would look like, before Mingi knew it he had half turned his face to Hongjoong, mumbling about how he had to go to the bathroom before standing up and following the unnamed man, leaving an open mouthed Hongjoong to stare at his retreating figure. “MINGI??? HELLO- that fucking bitch the intermission is in like 10 minutes he couldnt wait??” Hongjoong asks himself, not following after Mingi because the band on the stage had started their next song.

Mingi follows the man all the way outside to a vending machine, the man got himself a bottle of water before tipping his head back and chugging the whole bottle, giving Mingi a clear view of the way his adam's apple bobs up and down, his hand, that Mingi can now see is decorated with rings, and a snake tattoo that starts at his middle finger and disappears into the sleeve of his shirt. The water bottle is thrown into the nearest trash can and the man continues walking, Mingi continues following. 

Once they reach the outside the man stops, puts on a black zip up hoodie and pulls out a cigarette, placing it between his plump lips, lighting it and blowing out a puff of smoke before he turns his head to look at Mingi, shit. Mingi kind of may have forgotten he was visible, but in his defense, he wasn’t thinking, not a good defense but his nonetheless. Now standing awkwardly watching the guy he believes to be the love of his life staring him down like a piece of meat, Mingi doesn't know whether he’s turned on or scared, maybe a mix of both?

“Hello? Ah wait, uhm do you know english? Uhm, hello?” The man’s voice is raspy and deep, even more so than Mingi’s and he swears he can feel his knees fighting for their lives to not give up on him. Mingi tries to respond but it takes him a while, his mouth closing and opening before he clears it to respond, “Hello, uhm you speak Korean?”

The man takes a while, blinking slowly, before responding “A little bit, I’ve been learning. I’m [Name]”, the man places the cigarette back between his lips and stretches his hand out for Mingi to take, Mingi stares at the hand for a while, just repeating the name he heard in his head. He shocks out of his trance when [Name] awkwardly starts to let his hand fall believing Mingi didn’t want to grab it. 

Mingi desperately fumbles in a way that [Name] finds absolutely adorable, “Uh I’m Mingi. You’re very prett- I mean uhm you have a really pretty name” Mingi smiles up at him, despite his obvious nerves his smile is still one of the sweetest things [Name] has ever seen. Now, [Name] had two options here, tell Mingi he knows him  and that he’s a huge fan OR play it off cool and act like he doesn’t know Mingi. He chooses the third option by tripping over his own words. “I know, uhm I have a friend that likes your band so I know who you are I mean.” 

‘HE KNOWS WHO I AM OMFG HE KNOWS HOLY SHIT SDEHFD VBFVIUERHERGJNERGVHURFJG, HE KNOWS OMW NAME KNOWS WHO I AM I'M GONNA END IT ALL WHY OMFG I NEED TO TALK TO YUNHO ABOUT THIS HOLY SHIT’ “oh, I see” Mingi’s cheeks, redder than a crimson flower betrays the words he responds with despite the internal freak out he’s currently experiencing. Mingi moves closer to stand next to [Name] as they both rest their backs on the wall. “You like Incarnations?” he asks, his accent is obvious but his korean is pretty good for a beginner Mingi thinks. “Uhm, no, Hongjoong-hyung is a big fan, I like their music but I haven't really listened to them” Mingi’s voice is a bit stuttery as he speaks. [Name] hums and the sound makes Mingi’s knees weak, “Why you out here then? Not inside with him?” 

Mingi, in an effort to lie and not expose the fact that he followed him purely out of attraction just goes “Oh, uhm too many people I guess”  [Name] nods, “Yeah I get that….you stay here with me?” Mingi knows he probably meant to ask if he wanted to stay outside with him, but with the language barrier it sounds like he’s asking to stay with him, no matter the reason and that makes a warm feeling flutter in his chest. He just makes a noise of agreement and they both stay silent for a while.

“Hm… you want to get out of here?” [Name] asks and Mingi coughs in surprise, “Huh?!” he turns to look at [Name]. “Uhm, walk around, get drink, fresh air” now that [Name’s] sentences are more intricate his words get more choppy, yet somehow Mingi understands him. “yeah, yeah I'd like that” Mingi smiles, “let me just text my friend first” he says as he pulls out his phone and [Name] nods. 

“Where would you want to go?” Mingi asks as he pockets his phone, “hm I don't know Korea well. Just walk around?“ [Name’s] brows furrow as he tries to concentrate on his words and Mingi chuckles at his face. [Name] looks at him questioningly and without thinking Mingi just responds “you're cute when concentrating” he slaps a hand on his mouth as he realizes what he just said. [Name’s] cheeks heat up at Mingis words. “thank you…” he mumbles and Mingi has to stop himself from cooing. 

“There's a really nice park a little while away from here if you want to go there?” Mingi asks and he sees [Name’s] face contort to confusion once again, silently mouthing the words to himself before his face lights up in recognition as he nods his head.  He blew out the last puff of his cigarette before throwing it in the bin nearby. “lead way” he motions as he extends a hand out in front of him once again and Mingi nods before he starts walking slowly as he makes sure [Name] is following him. 

They walk out, past the security that nods at them and the night air is chilly, Mingi wants to shiver but he doesn't yet. He doesn’t want to seem pathetic, yet his chills against the night air must have been glaringly obvious as  [Name] takes off his zip up hoodie and places it on Mingi's shoulders, despite the instant heat that churns in Mingis stomach he sends a questioning look to the taller male. “You're cold and need a hoodie, '' he says as he shrugs nonchalantly, playfully pulling the hood over Mingis head. Mingi takes a moment to process what happened before he starts giggling as he puts the hoodie on properly before zipping it up. He's overwhelmed with the scent of cherries and his mind starts to wander about burying his face in [Name’s] neck to get a better smell. 

Before his thoughts could drift completely he's snapped out of them by [Name] “cute, you're giggle” he says as he smiles at Mingi, placing a hand on his head teasingly, “cute little giggle” and Mingi whines in protest, placing his face in his hands to avoid the others gaze.  “Come on, don't hide your cute smile from me” as he speaks in English his voice drops even lower due to the familiarity of the language slipping from his tongue, and the warmth that's started to form in Mingi's stomach moves lower. 

[Name] moves closer as he gently wraps his jeweled hands around Mingi's wrists, pulling his hands away from his face, he lets go and places a hand on Mingi's chin forcing him to look up at him. Mingi's eyes wide and glossy, his whole face red as a wide smile is spread across his lips.  “See? such a beautiful smile.. hiding it from me would be a crime darling”

Now Mingi didn't understand much English, he understood the main message behind the tallers words, sure but he didn't know specifics, yet as the last word dripped hot from his tongue, like candle wax to skin, flowing past his mischievous smile, Mingi understood. Of course he knows that word, it sends chills up his spine almost as if it's the phantom of [Name’s] fingers tracing the indent of his back himself.  

It’s as if the other can understand the way Mingi’s mind drifts, he stands a bit closer, placing his hand on the small of Mingi’s back, “You lead the way, remember?”  he tilts his head as he looks gently at Mingi. Mingi jumps at the other man's contact with his back, but when [Name] moves his hand away and starts to apologize, Mingi stops him by grabbing his hand, wrapping it around his waist in a sudden burst of confidence fueled by lust. “I was just surprised, don’t stop.” He says as he guides the taller’s hand to be placed perfectly on his hip. [Names] eyes widen a fraction, before he nods his head as he lets a little smirk slip, causing one of his fang like teeth to poke out, and it makes Mingi’s neck ache, just the thought of those teeth biting into his flesh. “Yeah uh- uh yeah there's a park ahead” Mingi chokes out as he and [Name] walks, it’s silent but not in a bad way, almost comforting.

It confuses Mingi, why he trusts this random man, no matter how handsome, but he doesn't have time to dwell as he sees the outline of the park in the distance, he points to it to alert the male next to him who hums in acknowledgement. “You go to the park a lot?” the taller asks. “No, not really, not this one specifically at least. I used to go to parks at night a lot. I was kind of a shy kid, so my mom would bring me at night, or dusk- depending on how busy our day was.” Mingi spills, it's almost like the normal filter of socially acceptable words one shares with strangers is non-existent. [Name] nods as he takes a moment to understand Mingi’s words. Imagining a baby Mingi in the park with his mom, brings a smile to his face.

“Hm, what was your favorite part of the park?” [Name] inquires as the two walk, outline of the park becoming clearer as they get closer, “Probably the swings, it was always so fun when my mom would push me- I felt like I was flying, no matter what happened that day, when I was on the swings I was free.” Mingi has a wistful look on his face and it warms [Names] heart. “Do you wanna swing then? I'll push you” his voice rings in Mingi ears as Mingi realizes they now stand in front of the swings, he’s been so focused on speaking and [Names] comforting hand on his hip that he zoned out. “Oh- would you be fine with that?”  Mingi tilts his head as he questions [Name] who nods in response as he holds one of chains of the swing, motioning for Mingi to sit. 

Mingi sits down, steadies himself, before he tilts his head backward to look up at [Name] who's standing behind him. The top of his head is pressed against [Names] stomach as his eyes, big and brown, studies the other's face. [Name] leans down and places a peck to Mingi’s forehead, “Tell me more about yourself, princess” he speaks in a sultry voice, his breath hot against Mingis face, and before Mingi can react, [Name] pushes Mingi as the swing creaks. Mingi squeaks in surprise and [Name] gives a joyful laugh. 

The sounds of the two men echo through the air, but there’s no one around to hear them, the night for once being quiet. The moon looks down at them, and she knows her children will be happy tonight.

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Construction Corner (Joel Miller AU) Episode 5: The Peña Family

Fandom: The Last of Us/Pedro Pascal

Pairing: TV Host Joel Miller x divorced Female Reader

Summary: Filming out of town has Joel thinking about the past and the future

Word count: 2.1k

Rating: Mature (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Joel’s POV, Alternate Universe, cameos galore, inaccuracies about tv show production, filming, and construction, allusions to sexy times, dry humping (?)

A/N: This episode took so much longer to finish than I had hoped.  Thank you for hanging in there with me while life got busy and then threw me a curveball.  We only have the Epilogue left after this!  Huge thank you to @wheresarizona for the beta and for letting her Learning to Live Javier and Cielito come play in Construction Corner!

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Want to get dinner?

Joel presses send and sets his phone down on the nightstand.  He has to admit, texting does have its uses.  He’s getting faster at it too, which definitely helps.  He continues putting his clothes for the week into the hotel drawers while he awaits your reply.

Filming weeks spent in hotels were not his favorite, but this project had captured his imagination, and he was eager to get started.  He enjoyed all types of projects – the ones when he was teaching a useful skill, like fixing plumbing, and the kinds that allowed him to design something interesting.

This one had to be his favorite, though.  He spent hours drafting plans, taking into account the homeowner’s ideas but also adding some of his own.  Just thinking about it gave him a bounce in his step as he organized his jeans and t-shirts in the drawer.

Of course, being in a hotel also had advantages as far as you were concerned.

He had kept you in his home and in his bed for as long as he possibly could over the weekend, reluctantly letting you leave yesterday afternoon so you could pack for the week.  In fairness, you seemed reluctant to go.

It just all felt so good.  Eating breakfast with you at the kitchen table.  Watching a movie, snuggled under a blanket on the couch.  The quiet domesticity of the weekend just felt… right.

Then there was the sex – nothing quiet or domestic about that.  Joel adjusts his jeans as memories of the noises you made – how you called his name and begged for more – wash over him, causing his cock to swell against his zipper.

You were so enthusiastic and free.  In those moments with you, looking deep into your eyes while he buried himself in your warm heat… he could see the future.

His phone chimes on the nightstand, pulling him from his reverie.

Sure.  Maybe breakfast too ;-)  Lobby in 5?

He snorts out a laugh but then stares down at his phone screen, puzzled.  He replies in the affirmative and scratches at his scruff absentmindedly as he stuffs his wallet in his jeans pocket and switches off the lights.

You are already in the lobby when the elevator doors open, sitting in an armchair and flipping through a Laredo travel guide.  Warmth rushes over his body at just the sight of you.  Your easy smile when you spot him is like a warm hug.  He can’t help the dopey grin that spreads across his face.

“Ready to go? I heard of a good place downtown.  We can take my car,” you say, gathering your belongings.

“Sounds good, sunshine, but first… what does this mean?” he holds up his phone, pointing to the collection of symbols you had texted him.

“It’s called an emoji, Joel.  It’s a winking face, see?” you turn his phone sideways and wink at him.  “Sarah hasn’t taught you those yet?”

He squints and looks at it again.  Just when he thought he was getting it…  He shakes his head and follows you out the door with a chuckle.

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It happens sometimes that a homeowner is reluctant to accept help on their project.  Usually, their spouse had been the one to apply to the show.  The ones who were actively hostile to the idea were quickly weeded out, while some who just needed some convincing made it through.

Today is one that needs some convincing.

Joel had been looking forward to this project since he saw the initial photos.  Now, standing in the Peña’s backyard, looking up at their massive oak tree, he can barely contain his excitement.

The homeowner next to him, Javier, is another story.

“I really do know how to do this.  I built the whole sunroom by myself,” Javier grumbles next to him.  His wife ducks under his arm to wrap her arms around his waist.

Joel had met a lot of couples over the course of filming this show, but these two are special.  The way they look at each other… it’s like the other hung the moon.  He glances up and spots you across the lawn.  Might you look at him like that someday?  Could he be so lucky?

“I know you do, but it has been a year, Javi.  The children are getting restless,” Cielito teases her husband gently.  Javier’s face softens at the mention of his children, and he looks up at the unfinished treehouse—a generous description for the collection of boards nailed to the tree—and sighs.

“Look,” Joel turns towards the couple, “I’m just here to help.  I can tell you know your stuff.  Big projects – heck, even small ones – are difficult when you have little ones runnin’ around.”

“That’s the truth,” Javier chuckles, dragging a hand down his face and smoothing his mustache.  The three Peña children had been packed off with their grandfather that morning for the duration of the project but would be back for the reveal in a few days.

“Let’s build a treehouse that will be the envy of the neighborhood this week so you can focus on spendin’ time with your kids and each other.  Deal?” he extends his hand toward Javier.

Javier grabs his hand for a firm handshake, “Deal.”

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Joel could watch you all day – he kind of has.  It’s a good thing Javier Peña is so handy.  The project may have suffered otherwise.

The two of you barely made it through the hotel room door before he pulled you on top of him, fully clothed, on the bed – like a couple of teenagers.  You’re an angel above him – breathless and moaning.  You feel so good against him.  Your softness against his hardness.  His fingers dig into your hips, urging you to continue rocking against his cock.

It started as making out, you teasing him by grinding into him while he hiked your skirt up your legs, but he watched as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, and your eyes went hazy.  Your teasing became focused as you chased your pleasure on his clothed cock.

He’s just along for the show now, and that is just fine.  Your whimpers as you angle your hips just right and speed up your rocking are driving him wild.  If he was younger, he’d probably have come in his pants by now.  Points to middle-age.

“Does that feel good, sunshine,” he rasps as he digs his fingers into your hips, and you moan in response.  His cock jumps, and a satisfied little smile flits across your face.  You know what you do to him.

Your brow furrows in concentration, a little line forming on your forehead, so you must be getting close.  He loves that he has started to notice these little signs.  He’s not an expert on your body yet, but he wants to be.

Your breath catches as your legs clamp around his hips, and you shudder through your orgasm.  He strokes down your back as you relax onto his chest, then slide off to snuggle into his side.

Right or wrong, Joel had neglected his personal life while Sarah grew up.  He went on a date here or there or met someone in a bar, but he hadn’t even been interested in anything serious.  Lately, though, with Sarah thriving off at college, he’s been thinking more about himself.

And he’s been thinking about you.

Beautiful, smart, kind, capable, remarkable you.

It has only been a few weeks since he found out you were single, and the world tilted on its axis.  It feels like so much longer, though, with all that has happened between you.

“Do you think anyone has noticed that I haven’t been sleeping in my room?” you muse lazily, dragging your fingers down his chest.

“I have a feelin’ they have.  I’ve been gettin’ some looks.”  

“Does it bother you?  The crew knowing?”

“Not one fuckin’ bit, sunshine.  You?” he shifts on his side so he can see your reaction more clearly.

You shake your head and kiss him gently.  Your soft lips molding perfectly with his own.  You snuggle into his side, letting out a satisfied, sleepy sigh.  “I love you, Joel.”

Your eyes pop open, and you clasp a hand over your mouth.  His heartbeat pounds in his ears.

You look at him, panicked, “I didn’t mean t-to say that – it’s too soon… you’re freaked out.  I mean—I mean it, I just…”

“Calm down, sunshine,” he pulls your frantically fluttering hand into his own and presses it to his chest over the rapid thumping of his heart.  He gazes deep into your eyes until you are fully focused on him and have started breathing again.  “I love you, too.”

“You do?” you exhale in relief.

“Absolutely.”  He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss into your knuckles.  “I’m kinda glad you said it first, though.  Lord knows I was gonna say it soon,” he chuckles.  “In the back of my mind, I worry that I’m rushin’ you – goin’ too fast – because I just know.  Now I know you know too.”

“I do know,” you whisper, tears sparkling in the corners of your eyes, and his heart feels too big in his chest.  How did he get so lucky?

He bends down to capture your mouth with his own, imbuing the kiss with all the feelings he can’t put into words.  You meet him eagerly.  A little later, when that line forms on your forehead again, he kisses it gently as you both tip over the edge together.

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“Ok, kids, your dad worked really hard this week.  Are you ready to see what he built for you?”  The three Peña children stand lined up in the backyard, dutifully covering their eyes.  Joel crouches beside them.

“Yes!” they scream in unison.  Javier and Cielito stand on either side of them, beaming.

“Then… open your eyes!”

Three sets of brown eyes are uncovered, followed by three little voices squealing with excitement.

He has to admit, it turned out well.  He wanted to build a place that could grow with the Peña children, from being the crow’s nest of a pirate ship, to the top of a castle tower, to a hangout to read in.

He had the same philosophy when he built Sarah’s playhouse.  She taught her stuffed animals the alphabet there, served him soft drinks through a drive-up window, and even cashed checks with Monopoly money.  

Javier clears his throat, interrupting Joel’s trip down memory lane. “Thanks, Joel.  I don’t know how much longer it would have taken me to do this on my own.”

“It’s been my pleasure helpin’ you out.  I hope y’all enjoy it together.  They grow up so fast,” Joel’s voice catches in his throat as he watches the kids scramble up the ladder and pop their heads out the windows, waving to their parents below.

For just a moment, it’s Sarah’s curly head popping out of the window.

Her playhouse stayed in the backyard long after she was done playing with it, but he couldn’t bear to tear it down.  It made him sad – the idea of her growing up – but as he watched her come into her own as a bright, considerate young adult, he realized he was missing out on the present by holding on so tightly to the past.

Sarah has so many wonderful adventures in front of her, and Joel can’t wait to see what she does with her life.  He still looks at the photo albums of her as a little kid, but not with sadness that those days are gone, but with gladness for the times they spent together.

Joel clears his throat and turns to Javier, “Get up there and make some memories.”  Javier nods and follows his kids up the ladder.

Joel looks across the yard to where you’ve been watching and catches your eye.  Sarah isn’t the only one with adventures ahead of her.  There’s so much time ahead for him too.  Time for making more memories with her and time for new memories with you.  He can’t wait.

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A/N: This episode’s cameo comes from Narcos via Learning to Live by @wheresarizona

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Hellfire’s Newest Member (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Pt. 2

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Your alarm startled you awake and you fumbled dramatically out of bed, taking your sheets with you. That was probably the hardest you had slept in a long time. You had to get to school early to meet with the counselor to talk about your interests and your grades and all that stupid first-day-but-its-almost-the-end-of-the-year bullshit that you knew all too well.

You stepped into your bathroom, brushed your teeth and your hair, and did some light makeup before heading back to your room and throwing on your usual outfit: blue jeans, a band t-shirt (today was Led Zeppelin), a denim jacket with a few pins on it that you literally had never washed, and your orange converse. You grabbed the money your dad left and shoved it in your backpack before heading out.

The walk to school was nice, quiet, and honestly peaceful...that was until a disgusting old van came barreling down the street at an ungodly speed. You couldn't help but scoff as you imagined what reckless idiot could be driving it. As the van passed you, you avoided eye contact with whoever was inside, but you could feel their eyes burning into the side of your head. Just after they passed you, the van screeched to a halt and the driver's side window rolled down.

"guess today's the day I get kidnapped...in goddamn Hawkins, Indiana" you whispered under your breath as you approached the van, stopping just next to the window.

You glanced up to see a guy about your age with dark wavy hair down past his shoulders, deep brown eyes that felt like they looked into your soul, and a denim vest over a leather jacket. Metal music was playing on his stereo and he had his right arm propped on the steering wheel, his ringed hand draping over the edge, and his left arm hanging out of the window. He didn't break eye contact with you once, and to you it looked like he was ever so slightly blushing.

"Well hello there gorgeous," he said after a few seconds of intense eye contact.

"So are you gonna like, I don't know, kidnap me or something?" You said, putting your hands in your jacket pockets.

"Nah, that wasn't my plan sweetheart. But I was gonna ask what a girl like you is doing walking down the highway at 7 am"

"On my way to school, and I just moved here so I don't really have a means of transportation just yet other than these bad boys" you said while patting your thighs, his eyes following your hands to your legs and lingering there for a second.

"Well it just so happens that's where I'm headed as well, why don't I give you a lift?"

"Uh...well...if there's one thing I know its that you're not supposed to get in vans with strangers. That's like tip number one of how to not get kidnapped"

"Listen sweetheart, I already said I wasn't gonna kidnap you. Plus I'm not a stranger, I'm Eddie, Eddie Munson." He held his right hand out of the van for you to shake, which you did. As you shook his hand, he leaned out of the van window and brought your hand to his lips, giving your knuckles a small kiss.

You were absolutely full of butterflies, but you didn't want to show it, so you tucked your head into your shoulder to hide your smile.

As Eddie let go of your hand, his fingers grazed past yours as your eyes looked up to meet his, which had been glued to you this entire time.

"So what do you say, a ride to school from a total non-stranger?" Eddie asked.

Your logic of course told you not to get in the van with the long-haired guy in a leather jacket, but your hormones apparently got the best of you cause next thing you knew you were being escorted to the passenger door by none other than Eddie Munson.

He held out a hand for you as you got in, which you took, and you also took note of the black bandana in the back pocket of his ripped jeans. Your time in Vegas wasn't wasted after all, you had learned some shit there. But you decided to just ignore that for now, and focus on the music playing on the radio - Metallica.

"You like metal music?" Eddie asked, breaking you from your trance.

"Uh yeah, yeah I do. I'm more of a rock gal, but I like Metallica a lot"

"I gathered that from your outfit. And I gotta say I'm surprised to hear you even knew their name"

"What, Metallica? Doesn't everyone know them"

"You'd be surprised sweetheart, around this town nobody really branches out from the norm," Eddie said, looking down into his lap.

He looked over to you, watching you bop your head back and forth to the music, "hey so uhh, I didn't catch your name back there"

"Oh um I'm y/n, I guess I totally forgot that when someone introduces themself, you're supposed to do the same thing back," you awkwardly chuckled before looking out the window.

----Eddie's POV----

y/n stared out the window, looking at god knows what, but all you could think about was how you managed to discover the most beautiful girl you'd ever seen on your drive to school. It was like she spawned out of thin air. You knew absolutely nothing about her other than she was new in town and liked rock music, but you could already feel a crush forming.

You hoped you hadn't been too forward with her, offering her a ride, kissing her hand, calling her nicknames...but you wanted her first impression of you to be good in the hopes that they would somehow overcome all the shit she'd hear about you as soon as school started. About you being 'the freak' and not graduating on time, all that nonsense. You wanted her to see you as a friend, someone she could count on, and maybe in the future something more than that. She was beautiful, and she was all you were gonna think about for the rest of the day.

----y/n's POV----

Eddie pulled into the empty parking lot, stopping the van before running to the passenger side and helping you out.

"Eddie, thank you so much for the ride, and for not kidnapping me, I really appreciate it...especially the kidnapping part"

"What'd I tell you princess...nothing to worry about here," Eddie said as he gestured to himself. As he opened his arms you got a glimpse of his t-shirt, 'Hellfire Club,' with a demon? on it? This man really was an enigma, but boy was he charming. You giggled as you pulled your backpack straps on, turning to walk towards school.

"Hey uhhh I have to take care of something before school, but um I'll see you later hopefully, yeah?" Eddie asked, walking backwards towards the woods beyond the parking lot.

"Oh yeah, okay! Um, thanks again Eddie, I'll see you around." You turned and started walking towards the doors.

"Hey y/n!" Eddie shouted, "It was an absolute pleasure meeting you, m'lady" he did a little bow before turning to the woods and walking away.

Who the hell was this man, and how did he already have you thinking about nothing but him before your first day even started?

----In the counselor's office----

"Okay y/n, your transcript looks great, your schedule looks complete, and you're all ready to go on my end. I'm having another student walk you around today to get you acquainted with the school and help you get yourself settled socially, and she'll also be able to answer any questions you have about clubs or extracurriculars," the counselor said, handing you a packet of papers with your schedule on top.

"Oh okay, thanks," you said, taking the packet.

"Her name is Robin, she's in our band and she's in most of the same classes as you. I think you two will really hit it off well!" With that, Robin busted through the door of the office panting. She was dressed head to toe in a marching band outfit, complete with the plumed hat and all.

"Hi um, you must be y/n, I'm Robin," she said before diverting her eyes to the counselor, "and I'm so so sorry I was so late, you see I was getting a ride from my friend Steve but I forgot my hat at home. You know me I'm a total klutz. And I-I- was rushing to find it and it was in absolutely the last place I would have thought to look..." Robin droned on, making you giggle as you stared at her in wonder.

"It's quite alright, Robin, y/n and I were just finishing up actually. And seeing as today starts with a pep-rally, I can't see why we really need to worry about punctuality anyway" She said, handing a copy of your schedule to Robin.

Robin opened the door for you as you walked out of the office. As soon as you were out she cornered you against the doorframe and started talking.

"Listen, y/n, I'm so sorry for being late. And I've also got to warn you I talk a lot, like a lot a lot, especially when I'm nervous. And this pep rally has my nerves waaay through the roof, and I'm really really not prepared for it," she panted as she stared at you, "anyway, I'm really excited to show you around today, I think we'll get along splendidly." She smiled and took your arm in hers, walking you down the hallway to the gym, where she joined the band and you sat in the far back corner behind them, observing all the other students coming in, hoping to get a glimpse of a certain boy in particular.

--

Part 3

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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Besties when I tell you I'd KILL for Leo Valdez -Danny Words: 2,269 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Don't You Dare' -by Kaden MacKay

XVII. Never Been More Offended by Something I 100% Agree With

Ara wakes with a start and discovers Nico's jacket is gone, but she's got her Tyrian cloak back, freshly washed jeans, a new camp t-shirt, and brand-new black Converse. Her hair feels clean and smells like honey, and she's no longer tired or cold.

She's sitting outside a café with the others. It's the early morning of the winter solstice, and everyone looks like they're attending wildly different events. 

"Mother!" Piper gasps.

"What? Fight who? Where?" Hedge sits up straight and Ara has a hard time not looking at him. This is not the vibrant she meant when talking about colors.

"Falling!" Leo yelps. "No—not falling. Where are we?"

Jason blurts out another question. "What are you wearing?"

Piper pulls out her dagger to look at her reflection. "It's nothing. It's my—It's nothing." 

"What's that?" This is the first time Ara sees Piper's weapon. "Who gave you that?"

Piper frowns. "Annabeth. It was in Athena's shed."

Ara wants to snatch the dagger out of her sister's grip and throw it away in an abrupt wave of jealousy, and she feels extremely confused by it. "Is that Katoptris?"

"Er... you know it?"

"Of course I know it," Ara scoffs. "Who doesn't know about Helen and Paris? Mom was their biggest fan."

"Aphrodite strikes again, huh? You two gonna be the best-dressed warriors in town, beauty queens."

"Hey, Leo," Jason replies. "You look at yourself recently?"

"What... oh."

Ara looks at the boy, and she... hates it. Thank the gods! Those clothes make him look put together, but Ara likes him more when he's messy and huggable. Huggable. Ara cringes at her own opinions.

"God, Leo, I think my dad wore that to his last premiere, minus the tool belt."

"Hey, shut up!"

"I think he looks good," Hedge hums. "'Course, I look better."

"Well," Jason sighs, "at least your mom overlooked me."

Ara and Piper share a look but say nothing. Ara seizes her cloak, and when she pulls it forward she realizes there is an embroidered image on it. "What the..." She turns. "Piper, what's on my back?"

"A huge Omega in the middle... top left I see Hermes' staff, top right has a dove, and a little to the side there is a crescent moon..."

"My blessings," Ara recognizes. "Cool!"

"How did we get here?" Piper puts Katopris back in its sheath.

"Oh, that would be Mellie," Hedge beams. "Those winds shot us halfway across the country, I'd guess. We would've been smashed flat on impact, but Mellie's last gift—a nice soft breeze—cushioned our fall."

"And she got fired for us," Leo pouts. "Man, we suck."

"Ah, she'll be fine. Besides, she couldn't help herself. I've got that effect on nymphs. I'll send her a message when we're through with this quest and help her figure something out. That is one aura I could settle down with and raise a herd of baby goats." 

"I can't believe I'm saying this," Ara looks at him with an aggravated expression. "But please, stop sharing your feelings."

Piper snorts. "Anyone else want coffee?"

"Coffee!" Hedge says happily. "I love coffee!"

"Um, but—money? Our packs?" Jason looks around.

Ara peeks under her chair and finds her T-Rex bag in one piece. She fishes it out, completely restored with the exception of a heart-shaped eyepatch covering its right socket. "Thank you, Mom!"

Piper pulls out a stash of money and a potion from the pockets of her jacket. Leo lets out an exclamation. "Allowance? Girls, your mom rocks!"

"Waitress!" Hedge calls, picking up a flower and nibbling on it. "Six double espressos, and whatever these guys want. Put it on the girl's tab."

After a while, Leo takes out the drawing from one of his pockets and looks at it with a scowl. Piper notices. "What is that?"

"Nothing. You don't want to see my kindergarten artwork," he folds it again.

"It's more than that. Aeolus said it was the key to our success," Jason mentions. 

"Not today. He was talking about... later."

"How can you be sure?" Piper frowns.

"Trust me. Now—what's our game plan?"

"Climb the mountain," Hedge lists. "Kill everything except Piper's dad. Leave." 

"Thank you, General Eisenhower," Jason mutters.

"Hey, I'm just saying!"

"Wait wait wait," Ara sits up straight. "I'm exhausted."

Leo scoffs. "Take a nap?"

"No, I mean, our situation can't continue like this," Ara replies. "Demigods are all liars by nature—and yeah, technically you're not lying, Jason," she gives him a look. "But we can't keep hiding things from each other, otherwise we'll lose."

"You want us to hold hands, share our thoughts while the solstice dies along with Piper's dad?" Leo frowns.

"Wow, such a nice way to put it," Piper kicks his foot.

"No. What I'm saying is... I'll be your friend. A real one, but you have to be honest. I can't help if you aren't," Ara looks at Leo intently. "Understood?"

Jason is the first to agree. "You got my word, Ara. As soon as I get my memories back, I'll tell you everything. I think you're right, whatever's after us, it wants us to feel like we can't trust each other."

Leo continues to avoid her gaze, pretty much on purpose. Piper decides to speak. "Well, there's more you need to know... about... a dream I just had."

Ara knows it is perfect timing after she listens to Piper's dream. It's time to share her theory. "Mother Earth's the answer. This is spelling out her name."

"Gaea?" Leo raises a brow. "Isn't she supposed to have, like, flowers in her hair and birds singing around her and deer and rabbits doing her laundry."

"Leo, that's Snow White," Piper replies sternly.

"Okay, but—"

"Listen, cupcake—the girls are telling us some serious stuff, here. Gaea's no softie. I'm not even sure I could take her."

"Really?" Leo asks half mockingly.

"This earth lady—she and her old man the sky were nasty customers."

"Ouranos," Piper says.

"Right. So Ouranos, he's not the best dad. He throws their first kids, the Cyclopes, into Tartarus. That makes Gaea mad, but she bides her time. Then they have another set of kids—the twelve Titans—and Gaea is afraid they'll get thrown into prison too. So she goes up to her son Kronos—"

"The big bad dude," Leo turns to Ara. "The one you and your friends fought last summer."

"Yeah. Well, Mother Nature talked him into cutting up his father. Aphrodite was born from Ouranos' blood, you know? That means we're tough," Ara brushes it aside. "Anyway—It didn't take much convincing, all she did was take off his leash."

"Definitely not Snow White," Piper shivers.

"Gaea is so old and powerful, so huge, that it's hard for her to be fully conscious. Most of the time, she sleeps, and that's the way we like her—snoring." Hedge adds.

"But she talked to me," Leo frowns. "How can she be asleep?"

"Because godly sleep is not the same as ours," Ara explains. "It's like autopilot. Leaves the basics on, and makes sure nature works as it's supposed to. Bet that leaves her with enough energy to make an eight-year-old have a manic episode."

"But believe us," Hedge warns them. "You don't want to see her fully awake."

"But she's getting more powerful," Piper guesses. "She's causing the giants to rise. And if their king comes back—this guy Porphyrion—" 

"He'll raise an army to destroy the gods," Jason concludes. "Starting with Hera. It'll be another war. And Gaea will wake up fully."

"Which is why it's a good idea for us to stay off the ground as much as possible," Hedge concludes.

"So... climbing a mountain," Leo grimaces. "That would be bad."

Ara hugs her T-Rex. "The more a demigod knows, the more dangerous it gets, but you need to know now, to get ready."

Her words don't do much to encourage the others. Jason makes a face. "You mean all we've been through so far it's been what, a warm-up?"

Ara's expression doesn't change as she replies. "Basically. The dragons and the Cyclops were higher up on the ranking, but they're easy to defeat if you have the proper tools, which we had. A king giant, though, that'll take all of our wits... and power."

"Guys, I can't ask you to do this," Piper says miserably. "This is too dangerous."

"You kidding?" Hedge grins. "Who's ready to beat stuff up?" 

"I'm ready to beat you up if you don't calm down," Ara leaves her seat. "All with due respect, of course."

The satyr smiles. "Same ol' Ara, always looking for a fight."

Ara snorts. "Been a while since I did that, Hedge..."

It isn't enough that Percy and Annabeth are the most thick-headed lovebirds in the world, this is also the year Drew decides to start torturing me.

I have just gotten to camp after almost dying in the orientation tour of Percy's new school—and you may ask: "Ara, why were you there? You're thirteen!" I'm a month away from turning thirteen, mind you, and I'm no longer allowed to be alone. 

At school I eat with Percy, I can't go to parties where he's not invited, and I can't take him cause most of my classmates are scared of him, all because he thinks Nico will send monsters to kill me.

Anyway, once at arrive at camp, Lily grabs my hand and drags me toward the cabins. "You saw our new sword instructor?"

"Yeah, he has a huge dog!"

"He's good. We should ask him for extra lessons," Lily says, straight to business.

Connor approaches, he's holding a pair of pliers and I don't wanna know what they're for. "Birdy! Saw you coming down from the hill. All good?"

"We almost got killed by lady vampires."

"The usual, then. Hi, Lily," he fidgets with the pliers. "Having a good day?"

Lily squeezes my hand and pulls me along. "Yup! I'm taking Ara to her cabin, see you!"

I look at her with confusion. "What was that?"

"Shup ut."

"Di immortalis! You got a new crush?" I absorb the whirlwind of feelings coming from her.

"Shut up!" Her ears are red now. "Don't use your powers on me!"

"Why are you blushing?"

"I'm mad at him."

I giggle. "He's too cute to stand?"

"He says that if I go into the labyrinth he'll stop talking to me..."

My smile vanishes. "What labyrinth?"

"Don't worry about that," Lily glances at me. "We got cabin inspections and I won't have you last on the list, you need to train so we can knock some sense back into Nico."

I look down, still embarrassed about the mistake I made last winter. "I'm sorry I put you in a tough spot..."

"You were my friend first, he must understand..." I don't know if she's talking about Nico or Hades.

Piper and Hedge go to pay for the food and Jason goes to look for a taxi, which leaves Ara and Leo waiting on the sidewalk. The silence engulfs them, but it doesn't matter how weird things are between them, it's still not awkward.

"Is it true?" He asks. "That you're always fighting people?"

Ara blushes, trying not to think about how she almost fought Drew before leaving for this quest. "That was a long time ago."

Leo raises a brow. "So Coach was telling the truth? About you blowing up things and attempting murder?"

"I mean, it wasn't quite like that..."

"Then it's also true what Thalia said, that you look after everyone no matter what," he sighs and turns to face her. "I've been... well, I don't even know, but I think I hurt you."

"Really?" Ara stares at him. "When, exactly?"

"You know, when we..." Leo gestures vaguely between them. "That."

"Yeah, I figured," Ara doesn't want to say it, saying it means it's real, and when things are real, they're easier to ruin. "You know why Jason and I are getting along?" She asks, knowing that's been bothering him. "He's trying to understand himself."

Leo shrugs, not meeting her gaze. "I know who I am."

Ara raises a brow. "Then tell me why is Gaea so afraid of you?"

"She's not afraid of me," he snorts. "Didn't you hear Coach? She's the final boss—"

"And yet she went after you first, years ago," she insists. "You're a threat to her but you don't see it, you don't know who you are."

"Alright, Mufasa—who am I, if you've got me figured out?" He asks with annoyance.

"I didn't say that, that's exactly the damn problem," Ara frowns. "I'm not trying to make you feel bad here, it's my job to help you—"

"I don't want to be another deadweight on your back—"

Ara stomps her foot in frustration. "Guess what? That's the point! You're part of a puzzle, and I'm meant to put it together, but you keep squirming out of reach—"

Leo steps forward. Ara steps back and his expression hardens. "And that is my point! You're afraid of me!"

"W-What?"

"You flinch like I'm going to set you on fire—"

"That's not—I'm not—" Ara's blushing bad. "Maybe I wouldn't do that if you didn't stand so close to my face!"

"Just admit you don't trust me!"

"I trust you with my life!" She takes a step forward and snatches the porkpie hat from his head. "The things you think make you a deadweight... I know them for what they are. I haven't scratched the surface of your talents, but I help others find their place, and I'm not giving up on you yet."

"Sorry for the delay! Hedge had like seven expressos so he had to fight his inner demons in the bathroom..." Piper stops. "Er—is this a bad time?"

Ara glances at her. "No," she looks back at Leo and pats his cheek. "We've reached an understanding. Right, Valdez?"

"Hundred percent," he says hoarsely.

Jason comes back with a taxi. Leo's silly hat gets handed to Hedge before Ara enters the vehicle. "All yours, coach."

The satyr tries to take a bite, but Leo snatches the hat out of his grip, hugging it tightly against his chest. He scowls at Piper, who's grinning at him. "What?"

She pushes him toward the taxi. "Nothing, Romeo. Just get in the car."

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"Busy cars filled the noisy streets as dark clouds loomed behind a sad-looking building, slowly creeping in. Unfolding stories can be seen as the street prepares for a pouring rain. Living in haste can sometimes be overwhelming to bear, but this is how it always begins. Blistering heat wakes you up, only to be soaked by a wild evening rain.

I put on my white flannel, faded black jeans, white socks, and the black shoes I had polished the day I decided to embark on this rainy journey. Amidst the heavy rain and floods that should have washed away all the stains and marks sticking to my skin, I managed to crawl my way out of the cars stuck at red lights quite easily. I must admit this plan wasn't well thought out, but it's the kind of plan I've been contemplating for the past few days, maybe even years.

"It will work out," I uttered solemnly.

You see, the idea of running away has always been on my mind since that day. It was a lazy Monday afternoon that year when the flood inundated our house, reaching knee-deep. It was high enough to cause a level of concern. We were compelled to move our belongings to higher ground to protect them from the water. Earlier that day, my mother hadn't allowed us to evacuate, taking the heavy rainfall warnings lightly. We were left to face the consequences and had to comply with whatever she instructed us to do.

The rain continued to pour as if it were the end of the world.

The flood kept rising; it was now waist-deep. I had to stay on our second floor to keep myself dry and away from the dangers and troubles that the water carried. The thunderstorm made everything worse. It felt like watching something you had worked so hard for deteriorate, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. With just one splash of a wave, my mom, not even bothering to fight back, simply went with the flow.

I cried. I did cry. Then, maybe I didn't. I don't know. Everything was happening too quickly for my mind to keep up. The house started shaking, its foundation deteriorating faster than I had imagined. I stood my ground, not knowing what to do. The arms that should have been my saving grace were nowhere to be found. My father, prioritizing his own life, swam away to find shelter, never looking back at me, as if my very existence reminded him of his losses, which he wanted to forget.

Alone, I started praying, asking for something to hold onto. My entire body ached, but my mind couldn't decide which emotion to prioritize first. It was so cold, and the water kept rising; I could feel it slowly creeping up the stairs.

Then, I saw a light, a shimmering hope that found its way to my side—a miracle, a lifeline, a beacon of hope guiding me in this seemingly hopeless situation. I followed it and found myself climbing onto our roof. Outside, I witnessed the devastating impact of this heavy rainfall, yet somehow, I could feel the warmth of my guardian, my savior.

The sounds of the car brought me back to where I am now. I scanned the crowd, hoping to recognize someone familiar, that my absence might prompt a part of my past still acknowledging my existence to come looking for me. However, it was all strangers; even the sound of the car didn't feel right, and the city lights seemed unusually dim.

I fished something out of my pocket, and there I saw what was left of my savior: a rock, a solid one that I couldn't even break. It had lost its light and now offered me nothing. I put it back, feeling its weight in my pocket. I waited for a few minutes, perhaps for a tap on my shoulder, a recognizable voice, a familiar warmth, but nothing came.

The light rain continued, and my socks were wet. I took them off and threw it into a nearby trash can. I took a deep breath. I've always hated the rain, and maybe I always will.

But maybe not.

The next town was said to be full of hope, with constant sunshine, rainbows, cupcakes, glitters, a cup of hot chocolate, smiles, kisses, hugs, and a comfortable bed to rest. I clung to that thought. Somewhere over there, the rain would come to an end, and all the things I left behind would stop chasing after me. Perhaps there's peace in that.

And so, I began walking again.

-To my nephew, I hope you've found peace wherever you are now. I never met you, and you never knew me, but a part of me died as well. I sincerely hope that somehow, even if it was just for a short time, you found genuine happiness in this world. I'm sorry for not being there, although I don't know if I could have made a difference. Fly high, and may sunshine kiss you until all the coldness of this world is washed away. You deserve to be happy.

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Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 3a

*Warning Adult Content*

Alpha Energy - Part 1

- Knox -

It's said that God created man in his own image.

Everett calls bullshit on that.

No way is God responsible for someone like Knox.

A man who probably prefers chaos over tranquility.

His entire aura reeks of mayhem, savagery and death.

The vivid images of Shaun bleeding out on the floor of Club Inferno tumble out from the dark corners of Everett's mind whenever he tries to give his abductor the benefit of the doubt.

God didn't create Knox.

The devil did.

"You're out of your damn mind if you think I'm getting into that filthy bed with you," Everett slaps Knox's hand away from his face before turning around to snatch all the covers off the bed, including a pillow. "How often do you wash these sheets?"

"Once a week. Sometimes twice if I had company over."

"Ew. People willingly sleep with you?"

"Contrary to what you think of me, I'm not some dirty unhinged animal," Knox says. "As you can see, my bedroom is spotless. Not a single beer bottle, soda can or empty pizza box in sight. I value cleanliness despite my messy line of work."

Everett raises a judgmental brow.

"And if I were to look under your bed right now?"

"You'd find nothing but a shoebox full of mementos."

"Lies. It's probably where you keep souvenirs from all your victims... a tattered old shoebox stuffed full of teeth, fingernails and locks of hair. I know a psychopath when I see one."

Knox's laughter fills the room, something close to amusement twinkling in his eyes as he watches Everett get settled on the floor at the foot of the bed.

"You're serious right now?"

"As the heart attack I wish you'd have, yes I am."

"Fine. If your stubborn ass wants to sleep on this rock-hard floor, then by all means, be my fucking guest. I won't beg you to reconsider."

Everett curses under his breath after Knox stomps his way into the bathroom.

Everett hears the faint sound of clothes hitting the floor, then the shower turns on a few minutes later.

He doesn't think twice about taking advantage of being unsupervised.

He tiptoes to the bathroom and peers inside.

Knox didn't shut the shower door all the way, so Everett can see every inch of him from behind.

A massive tattoo covers his entire back. It's of an angel wearing a broken crown, a few feathers falling from its enormous black wings.

The amount of detail put into the elegant work of art would've brought a tear to Everett's eyes if he cared.

Too bad he doesn't.

More important matters are at stake, and getting his cell phone back takes priority over everything else.

'Pull it together, Everett. Don't get distracted.'

Glossing over Knox's plump ass and muscular thighs the size of a tree trunk, Everett spots Knox's jeans lying on the floor by the toilet.

Everett's cell phone is hanging out of the left back pocket, just begging for someone to snatch it up.

'This is such a stupid move but I have to try something.'

Everett crouches low to the ground and takes two steps forward, his right arm extended as he reaches for the jeans.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, kitten."

"Ah," Everett shrieks and staggers backward, landing on his ass. "What the hell, man? Do you have eyes in the back of your fat head or what?"

Knox turns around slowly, his grey eyes blazing.

He's dripping wet and covered in suds of soap, unashamedly flashing all that the devil blessed him with.

Everett can't help but lower his gaze.

How can he not look?

Apart from Knox's fat head, his fat cock is the second biggest thing on his body.

It's intimidating even while flaccid, long and thick, slightly curved.

Overall impossible for any normal human being to take inside themselves.

"Unless you need my help with something, I suggest you get up and leave."

Knox snaps his fingers when Everett doesn't immediately respond.

"Hey. Eyes up here."

He gestures toward his face, smirking while Everett picks his jaw up from the floor.

"I'm starting to remember how you called me a pervert earlier..."

Everett scowls and stands on wobbly legs, his hands balled into fists at his sides.

"I want my cell phone."

"You'll get it back when I decide to give it to you."

"Why are you being so damn difficult? I just want to check on my friends and let my parents know I'm still alive. If you won't kill me, then at least let me have this one thing."

Knox shakes his head and returns to showering.

"Not right now."

Everett yells every curse word he can think of as he grabs the closet thing beside him, a bottle of air freshener sitting on the bathroom sink.

He chucks it at Knox, who narrowly avoids getting his head split open by the metal can.

"I can't wait to kill you in your sleep tonight."

"Would fucking love for you to try it, kitten. All the more reason for me to tie you up and never let you go."

Knox winks at Everett and it does nothing but get under his flushed skin.

"I hope you slip and fall in there."

Everett flips Knox the bird before spinning around and marching straight for the bedroom door, opening it and slamming it shut behind him.

The chances of him finding the exit before getting caught are high, but it beats sitting around doing nothing.

Anything is better than succumbing to the dark thoughts presently bouncing off the walls of his mind.

The amount of therapy he'll need after this will surely end up costing him triple of what he currently owes in student loans. Jeez Louise, how big is this place?

The Fallen Angels live in a large three-story house that feels never-ending and is way too tidy, considering it's home to a group of rowdy bikers.

Everett walks past bedroom after bedroom, and the few people that he crosses paths with don't look at him twice.

Do they already know that he's here because of Knox, and not by choice?

Is it pointless to ask someone for help?

'This is what I get for messing with bad boys.I swear I'm only dating librarians after tonight... if I'm lucky enough to make it to tomorrow.'

Everett sniffles his way onto the first floor.

He slows to a stop a few feet away from the spacious kitchen, which is where he finds a group of scantily clad women.

They're sitting at the kitchen table talking and laughing.

When a short blonde dressed in nothing but a pair of lacy panties locks eyes with Everett, she points and makes him the center of attention.

"Look. There's the kid who fucked Cole up. Scrawny little thing, isn't he?"

"Yeah. Not Knox's type at all, but he's already been in his bedroom." Another woman whispers, though not low enough.

"Why is he keeping him around?"

"I've asked myself the same thing about a thousand times," Everett interjects, boldly staring ahead.

The woman talking shit swiftly blushes from embarrassment.

"Well, this just got awkward..."

"Not at all! Come on over and have a seat, sugar. I heard you're stuck with us for the night. Or several."

The pregnant redhead smiles and waves him over.

She has kind green eyes and is the only one at the table sporting a gigantic rock on her left ring finger. 

"Don't be shy. We don't bite."

"Oh, I definitely bite," the blonde laughs and then stands to offer her seat up.

"But my man isn't one for sharing, so you have nothing to worry about around me."

"Yeah, no... I don't swing that way anyway, so I guess I can say the same to you," Everett replies, making most of the women crack up laughing.

He takes the blonde's seat after she leaves.

"Does anyone have a phone I can borrow? Mine is presently being hijacked by the asshole you all call Knox."

"Hey, now. Watch how you're talking about my best friend."

The redhead teases, lightly bumping shoulders with him.

"None of us are stupid enough to go against Knox, so I'm afraid we can't help you there. But if you're hungry or whatever, there's a pot of lasagna in the oven and tons of snacks in the cupboards. Make yourself at home."

"No," Everett shouts, slamming his hands down on the table as his frustration boils over the edge.

"This isn't my home. How are you people okay with me being kidnapped? Does this happen often around here? I could literally die tonight and you'd all be accomplices to my murder. Are none of you fucking bothered by this?"

"Ladies, can you please give us the room?" the redhead softly announces, showcasing she has some sort of power around here apart from the men.

[writerleo86]

Terravenger - Season 5: Part Two - Episode 443 (Do Not Copy)

   In the kitchen room at an apartment during one early morning, the youth Cutter found a person washing dishes by the sink before him.

   Cutter wore a sleeveless gray shirt with a thick red band around each shoulder. Printed on the top center of his shirt was a black symbol resembling a gliding bat. He had on a golden belt with a golden oval worn as a buckle. He also wore a pair of long bottoms that were made with gray leather that had red marking. He had a thick gray pad covering each knee. And he wore a pair of black boots that covered not only his feet, but his ankles as well.

   He put on his eyeglasses and gathered his books into his red backpack.

   The other person was revealed as a young man that had fair skin, dark-brown eyes, short light-brown hair, and a thick beard. He wore a collared green shirt with long sleeves, long black cargo-pants, and long black combat-boots. He also had a long black warmer covering each wrist. And a picture of a long silver key vertically printed on the right leg of his pants.

   Before a set Cutter could open the front door, the man stopped him.

   "Don't be out too late," He told the youth.

   Cutter turned his face toward the man and responded "I'll be fine Dad. This won't be like Talga. I have Duo with me this time."

   The young father named Theo lowered his head and said as his son hurried off "Hope so. Duo's a good dude. I'm sure he'll straighten my son out."

Terravenger -- Season 5: Part Two -- Episode 443:  A Genius With a Rough Past

During one bright morning, a younger Cutter Evans stood at the front of a large building which had barbed wire around the roof.

Cutter had a younger and puffy face. And he had neither a beard on his face or earrings. His blond hair was still short, but it was lowered. And he wore a pair of clear eyeglasses. He had on a light-gray outfit consisting of a short-sleeved top with a white T-shirt underneath and long pants. He also wore a pair of white socks and dark-blue slippers. His golden tattoo was freshly printed on his left shoulder. And he carried a red backpack.

He spotted another person standing before him as the gates that lead out of the area slowly opened.

This was a slender boy with fair skin and brown eyes. He also had short but wavy brown hair. He wore a white T-shirt with a V-neck collar, a thick black belt with a squared silver buckle, and dark-blue jeans. He also had on a pair of gray socks and white shoes. And he wore an opened pale-brown coat that had long sleeves.

The brown-haired youth kept each of his hands in each pocket of his pants as Cutter walked a few steps toward him. And the stranger gave a soft smile after a puzzled Cutter looked straight into the boy's eyes.

   Later, Cutter met with his friend Duo Storms at the Information Center of the Midas Academy.

   Duo wore a light-blue undershirt with a dark-blue circle printed at the top center of its front. The shirt also had dark-blue lines forming Xs all over. He had tight blue pants with yellow designs at the top, a thin white belt with his MAF badge as the buckle, and short brown boots. His helm-shaped tattoo was also shown on his left shoulder.

   After they bumped each other's fists, the pair walked toward the elevator which was at the center of the Academy's First Floor. They also found the younger student -- Ren Ravenstone -- standing at the middle of the crowd inside the elevator.

   Duo made his way to the right side of him and implied "We keep runnin' into each other!"

   Ren faced him and cried "Hey you!"

   Ren wore a black top with silver at the middle of the chest area while the top had no sleeves. He also had on long black bottoms and black boots. And placed around his forehead were a pair of black goggles.

   "Hey Blondie!" greeted Duo. "We need to stop meetin' like this!"

   Cutter remained by Duo's right side as he cried "I remember this guy! He was helping at the Playground Area!"

   Ren carried his white backpack along with a pair of books which he held in his arms.

   And the blond-haired youth told them "I'm Ren Ravenstone, a Fifth-Year."

   "That's right!" implied Duo. "You're the Commander's nephew. We met at the Funeral too."

   "Yeah," said Ren. "Thanks for comin' and payin' your respects."

   "Not a problem!" Duo told him. "Tai's a cool dude. I wish I knew him better though."

   An excited Ren shook his head and responded "Tai was so cool. We were like brothers. He was the main one that protected me, especially when I came out."

   "You're gay?" said Duo. "That's cool! I know how hard that is. My aunt was like you on her day. I was probably the only one that supported her. She's a great person, the best really."

   The door of the elevator began to open. Then some of the crowd walked out including Ren.

   Ren informed Duo "We should hang sometime."

   Duo yelled to the younger student as the door slowly closed "Hey! I'm Duo by the way!"

   "Duo huh?" called Ren. "Nice to finally get your name!"

   After the door finally closed, Cutter gathered with Duo at the middle of the small crowd on the elevator.

   "You're not gonna leave me out in the cold, are you?" joked Cutter.

   Duo gave a soft chuckle and said "I only have eyes for you. Don't worry."

   Cutter gave a quick laugh and Duo responded "It's fine. I don't think he needs me as much as you do. But you came a long way since we met."

   "Yeah!" implied Cutter. "I was in bad shape. Meditating didn't help much."

   Once the door opened once again, the pair walked out of the elevator. And they found themselves on the Third Floor of the Midas Academy.

   "You just needed someone to talk to," claimed Duo. "Someone that's been through some of the shit you have. I was happy to be there."

   Cutter gave another chuckle and replied "I'm so glad they let me meet you after my release. I definitely needed someone at my corner. I know my dad wouldn't understand."

   Duo stopped walking and told his friend "Ya'll should really talk. Your dad's probably been through the things you have. And I know he's understanding."

   Cutter stopped behind him and responded "That old man's probably going to lecture me just like my mom."

   "Maybe not," Duo replied. "Your dad's not that old you know. I'm sure he has stories that would shock you."

   Cutter felt his left shoulder which had his tattoo using his right hand as he lowered his head with sorrow.

   And he told Duo "Maybe you're right. Reaching out to my dad isn't such a bad idea."

   Duo shook his head and said "You definitely came a long way from the days of usin'. Chances are that you started because you didn't have a support system. Your folks weren't around much, mainly your dad. Now you're living with him."

   Cutter gave a soft yawn and implied "Mom was either working or dealing with her new husband to notice me. And it's not like I had my dad around at that time. That's why I turned to pills."

   Duo placed his left hand on his friend's right shoulder and told him "You know I got your back Bro. We just got through moppin' the floor with the two clowns yesterday. We can get through anything."

   A smiling Cutter placed his left hand on Duo's left wrist and responded "Yeah. I'm sure we'll do okay, even here. This city is the best place for me to start over. My life... And my relationship with my dad."

   Duo shook his head and added "And I'll be there every step of the way you know."

   At a large, frosted area that was surrounded by ocean, a large block of ice stood at the farthest corner. Lowering toward the frozen structure was a familiar individual.

   It was the young-looking man known as Goran. He had fair skin, a well-built body, a strong face, and a pair of warm purple eyes. And his short dark hair had a two-horned style at the top. He wore a collared black shirt with long sleeves along with a pair of black dress-pants, dark-purple socks, and black dress-shoes. He had on a long black coat with long sleeves and it was opened. He also had a large black square with a white skull placed on the front left side of his coat. And he wore a pair of thick black sunglasses.

   Once he stepped foot on the ground of snow, the wicked man looked up at the center of the icy block as two men dressed in white medieval armor hurried behind him as they each carried a long broadsword and a large shield.

   The soldier standing at the left side had yelled "Stop! You are not permitted to stand here!"

   And the other told the intruder "You will leave here at once!"

   A calm Goran slowly turned and began facing the two soldiers with no emotion.

   "This is sacred ground!" replied the soldier remaining at the left side. "You must leave or suffer!"

   "Do not interfere with me," Goran said in a stern voice.

   "We will remove you if you do not comply!" yelled the soldier standing at the right.

   Then Goran lifted his glasses which revealed his enchanted eyes. Both of the soldiers were soon retrained as if each of them were tied by rope.

   "By the gods!" cried the soldier at the left.

   And the other soldier yelled "What sorcery is this?"

   Goran gave a charming smile and responded "Just stand there for a moment. I'll help myself."

   He faced the large block of ice once again as a third eye opened on his forehead.

   Goran called in a pleasant voice "Release!"

   And cracks began to form on many parts until the block of ice finally blew into shattering pieces.

   "No!" yelled the soldier at the left.

   The other soldier yelled "Curse you Outlander!"

[bloodletterepicness]

Troubled thoughts and an unhealthy amount of angry drinking lead me from the pit and in the direction of the caverns...This was a mistake, one to surely cause me problems later and yet I keep my feet moving as I sloppily tilt a half empty bottle of Goose to my lips. Maybe that was where I took a wrong turn tonight...seven bottles of vodka and making horrible fucking decisions. Not the best combo but what the fuck, why not? So here I am, half fucking lit, a letter in my pocket and another crate of liquid mistakes tucked under my right arm. My feet slow to a stop when the scents of the cavern below waft up and fill my nostrils, bringing back memories I’d rather keep locked away. The hairs on my neck stand on end, a rough growl resonates in my chest as the emotions battle within. To distract myself from these memories I hastily switch the bottle of Goose to my right hand and pull earbuds from the pockets of my black jeans with my left. I put them in my ears and just hit play, letting the shuffle of my phone randomly pick a song. My shitkickers make contact with the smooth ebony marble floor and I uncaringly drop the crate of booze to the floor not giving two fucks as glass shards spill out across the glossy finish. I do however snag an undamaged bottle from it, better to have too much than not enough. I open the bottle and lift it up as my head falls back to let the burning liquid funnel straight down my throat until not a drop is left. A wicked grin curls the ends of my lips up showing a hint of lethal canines as a raging inferno spreads throughout my veins, causing a burning hum just beneath my flesh in a way that only copious amounts of alcohol can cause. My eyes slowly close while I let the first notes of the song wash over, the truth of the lyrics and the beat hitting me in a way that music has never done to me before. 

‘Insane, inside

The danger gets me high

Can't help myself

Got secrets I can't tell’

The music falls over me and my fingers, locked safely away under the specialized leather, start moving in rhythm with the beat and then onto my broad shoulders covered only by my black T-shirt move in tune. I drop the empty bottle to the ground, the sound of breaking glass echoing in the cavern but not loud enough for me to hear. I remove my hand from its leather captivity and toss the glove onto the altar. I chuckle into the music filled silence while flames burst to life from my palm.

‘I love the smell of gasoline

I light the match to taste the heat

I've always liked to play with fire

Play with fire’

I've always liked to play with fire’

My head falls back between my moving shoulders, crystalized white eyes closed and I let the beats feed me like the Goose previously had, mingling with my blood, pounding with my heart, energizing me. Before I knew it I was belting out the words, hitting the chords with a roll of my hips and an exaggerated drunken swagger. At this moment I became motherfucking Freda Astair…Or at least in my skull I was. I raised my head and let my body sway to the sound and then my booted feet matched the sentiment. The cave turned into a blazing inferno as I swung around, letting my flaming hand match the highs of the chorus. If anyone chose this moment to visit the caverns, death would greet them in an incinerating way. 

‘I ride (I ride) the edge (the edge)

My speed goes in the red

Hot blood (hot blood), these veins (these veins)

My pleasure is their pain

I love to watch the castles burn

These golden ashes turn to dirt

I've always liked to play with fire

Play with fire

Play with fire

Fire, fire

I've always liked to play with fire

Oh, watching as the flames get higher

Oh, I've always liked to play with’

Before I even realized there was an added glow to the room, my diamond eyes decided to join the musical and they cast a wicked shadow across the budding walls of fire around me. In my present state, realizing anything wasn’t going to fucking happen, hell I was dancing and who the hell thought that was a possibility? In this space of time nothing mattered, there was no one, or a single existence that could penetrate. I allowed myself to unload in a way that I never had. The deity power within me was at an all time high and if this was any other time, I would almost worry that my mere flesh and bones couldn’t contain them, but now I let them have free reign. It all happened in unison, flames, eyes blazing and my body slid to the bass coming up through the soles of my feet and making every hair on my six foot, eight frame to stand on end. Broad shoulders kept in tune to the pulse of my eardrums being filled with musical gold. 

‘Right of passage classic maverick

Match in the gas tank oh that's wretched

Unstoppable legendary animals

Digital justice

Now you're gonna know us

Hail to the king and queen of the ruckus

Yacht Money wired

No denying

I've always liked to play with fire

Play with fire

(I've always liked to play with fire)

Play with fire

(I've always liked to play with fire)

Fire, fire

I've always liked to play with fire

I've always liked to play with fire

(I've always liked to play with)’

I licked my lips before spitting out the next part, I’m sure that I sounded like hell but again, no fucks given. It was the painfully elongated fangs that scraped over my already cut up mouth while the words ripped from me, that left a trail of thick red to slip down my stubbled chin making a mess in my wake, and the mind numbing scent intensified the whole scene. My skin fizzled as the fire licked away at me, leather heating up to almost unbearable temps and yet the cave walls could handle everything I threw at them. I could almost see my silhouette as I did another somewhat graceful glide along the ground and came back to where I started. I braced my hands on the altar and hoisted myself up on it, standing with shitkickers braced apart and me performing as if there was an audience before me. I guess in a way there was, my very own blood, light and fire, overfilled the hollowed out space. I was a one man motherfucking show and I played into it hard on this night. The connection to the words had started something and I had every intention of finishing it. With my hips moving in time and my own deep voice almost breaking through the earbuds, I let my neck get in with the action and by the time the end was coming, and I could so fucking feel it in my gut, I landed on my knees, slamming down hard enough that the solid foundation shook and both hands gripped at the edge with a deathhold. 

‘Right of passage classic maverick

Match in the gas tank oh that's wretched

Unstoppable legendary animals

Digital justice

Now you're gonna know us

Hail to the king and queen of the ruckus

Yacht Money wired

No denying

I've always liked to play with fire

Play with fire

(I've always liked to play with fire)

Play with fire

(I've always liked to play with fire)

Fire, fire

I've always liked to play with fire

I've always liked to play with fire

(I've always liked to play with)’

I was breathing heavy enough the spit coated my sore lips and my rib caged protested with the deep heavy gasp tearing from my overused lungs. I felt alive and drained all at the same exact moment. I wanted to rip each misshapen rock from the walls, while needing to hibernate and go comatose for several solid hours. It was my body that finally decided the mental war as my legs gave out and I landed on my back laying on the cold hard slab. I locked my piercing white eyes on the curved ceiling and watched as the shadows of my powers slowly calmed, just as I did, flames lowered to a sizzling degree and the illumination settled to an eerie level. It was the most deliciously epic type of exhaustion that encompassed me and I gladly gave into it right there on the altar of the Brotherhoods Secret caverns.

[laurensprentiss]

Cabin In The Woods

[Unsub!Hotch x Reader]

Summary: When a camping trip with your friends goes awry and you find yourself wandering through the Washington woods alone, you meet a stranger who offers to take you in.

Warnings: 18+!!!! MINORS DNI!!! Heavy smut, oral sex (M/F receiving) rough sex, manhandling, unprotected P in V, creampie, face slapping, choking, dirty talk, fingering. Implied violence/murder, MAJOR plot twist at the end.

A/N: Happy All Hallow’s Eve!!!!! 🎃 I would be lying if I said this one shot wasn’t a product of spooky season and that ^^ picture of Hotch, courtesy of Rivka @h0tchner, so Ty for that. (Just picture him in a flannel) Also: reader is SO dumb and has 0 self preservation instincts!!

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Frustration and anxiety swirl in your stomach at the sight of the same tree you’ve passed four times in the last hour. The autumn leaves crunch under your boots, your gear is making your neck and shoulders ache and with the sun beginning to set, there’s a chill in the air, but unlike the gentle October breeze of weeks past, this chill is biting.

This is why you hate the woods. This is why you hate camping.

You’d made it a point to stick close by your friends all weekend, making sure to keep them in your line of sight or hearing - terrified to be left alone. They’d laughed it off, joking that as a twenty-something, your fear of the woods was irrational, maybe even childish.

But the stories you’d heard growing up of bodies being buried and people walking into the wilderness only to never be heard from again fills you with caution. And if it’s one thing horror movies have taught you, it’s that it’s better to be more cautious than not.

By the time you’d finished crudely peeing behind some bushes, Emily, Morgan and JJ were gone. You’d called out their names, telling them that their ‘joke’ wasn’t funny and that they could come out now, but you were met with eerie silence. You realise now you’ve been going around in one big circle with no frame of reference for how deep in the woods you are, any landmarks or predictably - phone signal. And suddenly you don’t know which is scarier - being all alone in the woods, or not being alone in the woods at all.

The wind howls through the tree branches, the sharpness taking your breath away a little. You stumble up the hill, the ground unsteady with sludgy mud and leaves. All you can see for miles are giant trees and with the sun dipping, you feel like crying with fear, fatigue and exasperation.

Suddenly, the hair on the back of your neck stands up and although an intrepid explorer you are not, human anatomy and survival instincts tell you you’re not alone. Your eyes scan the empty spaces between the tree trunks all around you, your heartbeat thundering.

This is how it ends. Dead in a ditch in the fucking woods.

“You okay, there? You look lost.” A gruff voice says. You jump out of your skin and follow the noise to its source behind you. A tall, broad bearded man in a pair of dark wash jeans and a parka watches you quietly from afar.

He shoulders an axe in one hand which makes you want to crawl into a ball and cry but then you spot the wood tucked into his arm on his shoulder and it makes sense. You breathe a sigh of semi-relief, reaching into your pants for the pocket knife Derek had put into your kit. “Yeah. A little. I’m looking for my friends.”

You note the man doesn’t really make much eye contact, his gaze is averted for the majority of the time he speaks to you. “Where did you see them last?” He asks.

You look around in a futile attempt to gauge your direction of origin. “Honestly, I’ve no idea. I’m not too good with the woods and I’m a little directionally challenged.” You admit.

He begins to walk towards you now and your grip on your knife tightens. “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. I have a cabin just up the ways there,” He emphasises the shoulder full of wood and tilts his chin to show you the direction of his home. “You can stay there until morning.”

“Oh, no. Thank you.”

He shrugs. “Suit yourself. But it’s getting dark out and I’m pretty sure it’s going to rain.” He says it and quickly drops his gaze.

He’s a man of few words that much you know, but you consider it for a moment. This is a man you don’t know, offering you a place to stay for the night. Every fibre of your body is telling you to stay on high alert and you will - but it’s easier to remain on high alert when you’re safe, warm, fed and preserving energy than it is out in the open.

Maybe you can catch up with Emily and Morgan in the morning, bruise them both and tell them you’re never going camping ever again.

“Would you mind terribly?” You grimace. “I don’t want to put you out.”

He shakes his head. “Of course not. Follow me.” He says, readjusting the rope around the wood and leading the way. The trail seems a little familiar, and the closer you get, you surmise that you must have passed by his cabin at least a few times in the hour you’ve been searching for your friends. You think you may have even passed it yesterday and the day before, but you can’t be sure.

After around three minutes, pellet sized rain begins to fall just like the man had predicted. Despite your outer layers, it soaks you skin deep somehow, making you shiver and fight for breath. Another seven minutes in the pouring rain and you finally clear a small hill and come to a wooden cabin that’s lit dimly from the inside by candles and sconces. It’s a welcome sight with a gable roof and a small porch where rain bounces off it.

The man, who’s name you still don’t know, hasn’t said anything since he told you to follow him, only letting out small grunts of exertion here and there when he readjusts the wood on his shoulder. He walks up the stairs and wipes his boots vigorously on the mat, toeing them off and opening the door for you. You follow his lead, thinking twice about removing the boots in case you need to make a quick getaway but he watches you expectantly and his intense gaze doesn’t leave much room to argue.

You smile politely and thank him, stepping inside, the warm air and homey smell making you shed some of your initial doubt. Your skin prickles with the temperature change as you take in the cabin, the rain only becoming a distant noise in the background now. The man walks across the main living room and into a room in the back, and you soon hear a brief rattling and thudding from him unloading the damp wood and axe.

Peeling off your outer layers is uncomfortable because the material sticks to your skin like it doesn’t want to come off. Still you do, and warm your hands in front of the fireplace, crouching in front of it, the smell of burning wood taking you back to your childhood.

The man clears his voice behind you. “You can take a shower if you like. Hot water and toiletries down the hall.” This time, you catch his gaze lingering on you, scanning down your lower back and resting on your the curve of your ass. His tongue darts out momentarily to wet his lips between his thick beard before he looks away again.

You begin to deny his offer, you’re going to strip off and shower in a strange man’s home in the middle of the woods? But the prospect of spending the night in rain-soaked clothes is more uncomfortable than you can bear. “Thanks.” You whisper, moving your hands away from the fire. His presence is commanding when you brush past him and you outstretch your hand, introducing yourself.

You should at least know his name if you’re going to use his facilities.

He takes your warm hand in his much larger, colder, calloused one. “Aaron.” He mutters roughly. You look up at him and just see a broad chest, look further up, then a little more to find his face looking down at you. He’s tall, very tall and far too broad, his shoulders wide and strong. His brown-almost-hazel eyes bore into yours under the amber light but he’s the first one to break eye contact - again.

He’s attractive. Unsettlingly so.

He clears his throat and lets go of your hand, moving over to the kitchen to start some tea while you shower. You’re still acutely aware that this is a dangerous situation, this is a man you don’t know and you’re in the middle of ass-fuck nowhere, but in a strange way, it makes your stomach turn.

Not in an anxiety-induced sickness way. In an exciting, salacious, adrenaline way. You keep your knife within reach on the small window ledge next to the shower and turn on the faucet, the steam soon rising.

You strip off, peeling away the layers of your clothes that are matted to your skin, letting them fall to the ground. Outside, Aaron comes down the hallway with one of his large shirts and a pair of boxer shorts for you to change into but stops in his tracks at the sight of the door slightly ajar. Your water-slicked, naked body is turned away from and the steam rises next to you as you stretch your neck. His gaze travels down the delicate slope of your shoulder and your back, down the curve of your ass and down the length of your exposed legs.

He remains rooted in place, his heartbeat quickening and his pants tightening, the grip on his clothes, angry. He watches you step into the stream of water and sigh in relief at the warmth, arching your neck to let the water traverse down your body. The tent in his jeans tightens but he forces himself to snap out of his trance and he leaves the clothes on the door handle.

You feel acutely aware of somebody watching you then, your skin erupting in goosebumps. You turn quickly, your eyes darting to the knife a few feet away from you and spot the new clothes in the doorway and the shadow of a very large man travelling down the hallway.

He’s watching you.

Sufficiently refreshed, warmed and clean from the shower, you pull on the t-shirt Aaron had left by the door, the smell of him engulfing you. It’s nice. Manly. A little dangerous. You go sans boxer shorts though, because when you had tried to pull them up, they’d fallen right back down and without a drawstring, wouldn’t be able to stay up. Luckily, the shirt is big enough that it covers your ass and a decent amount of thigh, so you brave it with only a pair of panties underneath.

He stands at the kitchen island steeping two cups of tea and offers you a curt smile when you greet him. You notice your bag missing from where you left it, and sensing your apprehension, he tells you it’s in the guest room. When he looks at you now, his eyes look a little more alert and he holds your gaze for slightly longer this time, eyes dipping to your hard nipples through the T-shirt and the evident lack of his boxer shorts.

It’s a little dizzying how attractive he is. Now that his parka has been removed, he stands tall in a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up enough to see his thick forearms and the glint of a watch. You both swallow uncomfortably.

“So. How long have you lived out here?” You ask, walking over to the fireplace.

He doesn’t answer at first, and you think maybe you crossed a line - he doesn’t seem to talk much - maybe he’s one of those people who are intensely private or something. A hermit. “Ten years.” He says gruffly.

Ten years? There’s a surprising lack of photographs or tchotchkes for somebody who’s lived here for ten years.

“Why the woods?” You ask with your back to him.

“Quiet.”

Ah. Quiet. Which you are not. “I see. I’m not really much for the woods.”

“I know.”

Your brows furrow and you turn in confusion to ask what he means by that but you smack against a broad, hard chest and a determined face. When your hands come out to steady yourself on his chest, you try to pull away instantly but he wraps a large hand around each of your wrists and pins you to himself.

You try to push away again, but he’s like drowning in quicksand. The more you try to pull away, the further stuck you get. Your breathing quickens, adrenaline and a spike of fear racing though through your chest when he moves one hand to cup your cheek, his thumb softly rubbing against the skin under your eye.

He’s looking at you now, intently. “You’re beautiful.” He murmurs.

“Thank you.” Your cheeks grow warm. “Were you watching me? In the shower?”

“Can you blame me?” His voice is raspy, thick with lust and despite your better judgement and literally every alarm bell going off in your brain, it makes you damp between the legs. His thumb dips to brush over your upper lip, gently tracing your Cupid’s bow and then your lower lip, dragging it down a little.

He licks his own lips then, and you don’t know whether it’s the adrenaline, the fear, or the fact you haven’t gotten laid in months that makes you reach for his wrist and bring his fingers to your mouth. You open up, letting your tongue lay flat with his fingers on top, swirling it around them, separating them to lick the insides, before you wrap your lips around them and suck.

His fingers are thick and strong, and you suck on them with your eyes closed, imagining something a little bigger and harder in your mouth. It’s only when you hear him curse under his breath that you open your eyes and see his pupils blown in the candlelight, his mouth open, lips wet with saliva.

You release his fingers, placing a kiss on the tip of them like you would with his cock, and slowly bring them down past the t-shirt and over your panties. You both gasp when he makes contact, his cold fingers against your warm pussy making you shiver.

“You’re wet already? Just from sucking my fingers?”

“Yes.” You nod at him innocently, guiding him to rub your pussy. He does, gently, agonisingly, teasingly.

You grind down on his fingers, closing the gap between your legs and effectively trap his hand for some friction, feeling yourself dripping for him. He grabs the back of your head and crushes your lips to his, swallowing your surprised moan with a deep, dizzying kiss. His tongue hungrily collides with yours, leaving a trail of goosebumps down your spine as he kisses you again and again, his lips commanding. He pulls away with your bottom lip still in mouth.

You’re too dizzy to focus on anything other than how good you feel when he roughly yanks your underwear to the side, and rubs over your bare skin now, painfully wet and ready. You moan breathily and his free arm moves from the back of your head to around your waist, making sure you can keep upright as he rubs your clit with skilled fingers, eyes on yours.

“I’ve been waiting for this.” He mutters absent mindedly and you assume he’s talking about since the shower. Maybe before that. “Wanna get my mouth on you, taste you. Feel you shake and come on my face. You want that? Want my tongue on your pussy? Licking and sucking until you can’t breathe?”

Your breath gets stuck in your throat because Jesus, for a man that doesn’t talk much, he has a filthy mouth and it’s making you drip down your thighs. His fingers are unrelenting, rubbing tight little circles on your clit and with every stroke over you, you feel more lightheaded. He helps you ride out your orgasm, telling you to grind down on him and take it, and once the haze clears and your vision returns back to normal, he drags you roughly and throws you on the couch.

He’s on his knees immediately, pulling you down by your ankles so your ass leans off the seat, and spreads you roughly, diving right in. He doesn’t bother teasing, instead choosing to bury his face into your pussy hungrily, like he can’t get close enough. You gasp, back arching off the couch as his beard scratches and tickles the skin on your inner thighs. He licks broad stripes from your ass to your clit, a firm, hot pressure like nobody else has given you.

He wraps his forearms around the crease of your thighs and feasts, literally feasts on your pussy, drinking in everything you’ll give him with small grunts and moans. “Fuck, you taste good, so fucking sweet and soaking wet. All for me? This dripping cunt all for me?”

Your hands tangle in his hair when he draws your clit into his mouth and sucks, his spit lubricating you deliciously and dripping onto the wood floors. “Please. I’m so fucking close. Please don’t stop.”

“Yeah? You gonna come on my mouth like a desperate little slut? Take what I give you? Let me taste you and spread you open?” He sucks his middle finger and slides it into your pussy, withdraws it and repeats, sucking his middle finger this time too, before he slides it inside you. “Come on. Come for me, grind on my face.” He coaxes, pumping his fingers and licking your clit again.

You’re intoxicatingly aroused and the way he looks at you like a man frenzied throws your head for a loop. Your legs close around his head and he lets them, it only pushes him closer to you and he gladly welcomes it, using his lips and tongue to make you come. Your back and ass arch up off the couch and writhe in the air as you ride your orgasm out, white hot sparks of pleasure traversing your spine but he keeps his mouth glued to where you want him most.

He drinks you in until you whimper and push his head away. “Please.” You pant. “It’s too much. Please.”

He grins, slapping your pussy just to see you twitch. “It’s not enough. Not until I tell you you’ve had enough, and I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” He lands little slaps on your pussy again and again until you’re gasping and oversensitive, but fuck if you’re not drowning in ecstasy. “You have such a pretty little pussy.” He mutters.

He pulls you up and turns you so you face the back of the couch, your knees on the seats and he spreads your legs roughly, dragging the t shirt over your head. You hear a zipper and the sound of clothes being discarded and your heart pounds with anticipation. You reach down and wrap your hands around his cock, wanting to feel him, the weight of him in your hands and when you do, the breath leaves your lungs in a whoosh.

He’s heavy, thick, leaking precum and with only one orgasm so far - which in fairness, is more than most men can give you - you don’t know how you’ll be able to take something that big. You stroke the length of him languidly, pulling on his cock and he whispers your name breathily for the first time and your knees go weak.

“You want me inside you?” He rasps. “Want me to slide into this hot, tight little pussy and fuck you until you can’t see straight? Look at you, dripping down your thighs.” He gathers your wetness with his middle and ring finger, and angling your head to the right, slides the fingers into your mouth all the way to your throat and tells you to suck, making you gag. But he doesn’t care.

“Taste good?” You nod. “Feel dirty, tasting yourself on a stranger’s fingers? I think you like it, love being a naughty little whore for men you don’t know.” He roughly takes his fingers out of your mouth and drags them down your slit, rubbing the excess on his cock. With a hand on your lower back, he bends you over, and prods your entrance with the blunt head of his cock, burying himself deep inside you.

The position you’re in allows him deeper than you thought possible for anyone and you gasp at the sting, your nails digging into the back of his couch. “Oh my God, you’re so fucking deep, that’s so deep inside me. Oh my God… so fucking big.”

He grips your hips when you flutter around him, stilling you. “Don’t do that. Not yet. You’re so fucking tight and warm, I think I might blow my load before I really get started.” He grabs handfuls on your ass, hips, leaves the skin stinging and burning when he slaps it, the sound resounding in the room.

“Please.” You whine. “Please, just move. I wanna feel your cock moving inside me, I need it.” He slowly withdraws from inside you, almost all the way before slamming into you again, pulling your hips down hard to meet his thrusts. You’re completely at his mercy as he sets a punishing pace, slamming into you over and over again, hitting you deliciously deep.

“That feel good? That deep enough? Hm? Fuck I love this pussy, so warm and tight and wet, swallowing my cock. Take it, fucking take it.”

You bounce back on his cock too, desperate for more, for anything he’ll give you, drowning in pleasure. He fists his hand in your hair, and pulls your back flush to his still clothed stomach, one hand wrapping tight around your throat, the other pawing roughly at your breasts. He continues fucking up into you, and you whimper, seating yourself on his cock as best as you can with every thrust, drunk with ecstasy. He takes advantage of your open mouth by hooking three fingers into it as he fucks you relentlessly, your pussy enveloping him.

“That’s it. You feel so fucking good taking my cock, squeezing me like that? So hot and wet and so fucking tight, desperate to come.” He unhooks his fingers from your mouth, slapping your face lightly and God if that doesn’t turn you on even more. His hand wraps around your throat again, squeezing to restrict just enough airflow to make you breathless and hot. “Touch yourself.” He demands, his gaze fixated on you. “Rub your clit and make yourself come on my cock, I wanna feel you squeeze me tight. Come on, do it. Rub that sweet little cunt.”

Your heart pounds faster as your orgasm crests, and you bring a shaking hand down between your legs and rub your clit like he tells you. You’re soaking wet and your fingers can feel where he pounds into you. You grab onto his arm that’s wrapped around your chest for balance and rub your clit, chasing the feeling of crackling electricity and pooling warmth in the pit of your stomach.

Your legs turn to jelly when you come, trembling around him and you fumble for something to hold onto, settling for his arms to ride out your orgasm. The restricted air flow makes it more intense, and you come longer and harder than you ever have before, gasping for breath when he finally lets you go.

You grip the edge of the couch, with Aaron’s cock still buried deep inside of you, your pussy pulsing around his cock, releasing more wetness. “Good girl.” He coos, thrusting shallowly a few times before pulling out.

You turn, still on your knees to face him, eye level with his cock, covered in your wetness and his precum. You fumble with the buttons on his shirt, undoing enough so you can just slide it off him, and he’s as broad as he looks. Strong, wide shoulders and a hard chest with a generous smattering of hair across it, leading down to his pelvis.

The desperate desire to run your hands over his skin has you desperately clinging to him as you kiss him, your chests flush against each other and your arms wrap around his shoulders. His tongue massages yours, and you can taste the faintest hint of yourself on him. You sink back down to your knees and stroke his slick cock with both hands, your juices and his mixing and you’re desperate for a taste.

You suck on the tip of him first, sweetly, languidly in no real rush until his hips jerk forward with a curse of your name. “Deeper. Take it deeper, I want you to gag on my cock.”

You stick out your tongue and open your mouth as wide as you can, and wait for him to take the hint. He does quickly, gathering your hair on top of your head and slowly thrusting into your mouth, going deeper with every pass. He pushes your head down while he thrusts in, touching the back of your throat now and you fight back the urge to gag as tears prick your eyes. Spit gathers in your mouth and drips down your chin and onto your tits, so you play with them sweetly, pinching and pulling at your nipples, one hand trailing down between your legs to play with your pussy.

“Fuck yeah, keep doing that. Keep rubbing your clit, love seeing you play with yourself like the desperate fucking whore you are.”

His words send jolts of pleasure to your core and he soon sets a rhythm, brutal thrusts into your mouth as far as you’ll let him, the salty taste of him addictive. You let him use your mouth as you rub your clit to another orgasm, breathing roughly while your mouth is stuffed full of him, shuddering as your body releases for the fourth time. When he pulls away from your mouth, saliva and precum drip down your chin, chest and stomach, but he doesn’t care, taking your mouth in his with a rumble in his chest as he pulls you to your feet by your throat.

He keeps a grip on your throat while he kisses you, a clash of teeth and desperate tongues, leaving you submissive and pliant enough for him to slap your cheek gently a few times.

“Are you my slutty little girl? Are you going to come around my cock again?” You nod with wide eyes. He throws some cushions onto the floor in front of the fireplace and lays you down, spreading your legs roughly, slapping your pussy again which sends you reeling. “This pussy, so fucking wet, throbbing and desperate.” He pulls your lips apart, exposing your pussy to the air. He grins. “Look at that, clenching around nothing, so desperate for me to stuff you full of my cock? Is that you want?”

“Please.” You beg, rubbing your pussy. “Please. I need you to fill me up. Fill me up with your cock and come inside me, I wanna feel it deep in my cunt.”

He emits a sound that sounds almost like a growl, deep and rumbling in his chest, his eyes frenzied. “Good girl, keep using that mouth, you might just get what you want.” He spits on your pussy, a string of saliva trailing down from your pelvis and he catches it with his cock - taps the head of it against your clit making you jump. He sheathes himself inside you without warning, to the hilt. His pelvis and stomach rub deliciously against your clit and the weight of him on top of you is new and heavy in the best way.

You grip his strong arms as they cage your head in, his hips snapping furiously against yours as he fucks you now, spreading your legs wide. Your mouth falls open as he sets another bruising rythm, skin slapping against skin, your body shifting with each hard thrust. Expletives leave his mouth in hushed tones, whispers of praise about how your pussy feels so good gripping his cock and how he loves watching your tits bounce.

He pins your hands above your head with one of his, easily laying you out further exposed to him, while the other wraps around your throat. “That feel good? You like getting choked? Feeling like you can’t breathe while I fuck you senseless and dumb? Huh?” You nod. “Take it. Take that cock like I know you fucking can, such a good little pussy for me.”

You whine as he slams into you repeatedly, his mouth dipping and opening wide to take as much of your breast into his mouth as he can, moaning hungrily around it. He releases it by sucking on your nipple harshly, grazing it with his teeth and you’re completely and utterly immobilised, at his whim for him to use exactly as he pleases.

You can feel him start to throb inside you, your wetness creating obscene noises that echo throughout the room, mixed with breathless moans and pants. “Please.” You choke out. “Please. So fucking close, I wanna feel you. All of you. Please, give it to me.”

He kisses you again, messy, wet, sloppy but hungrily and obsessively, like you’re the air he breathes. His beard grazes your mouth and cheeks but you don’t care, moaning into his mouth with equal fervour, biting and sucking at his soft lips.

“You want me?” You nod. “You want to feel me fucking you, want me close?” He releases your throat and hands, slapping your cheek as he lowers himself down to his elbows, his weight coming down on top of you and it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever felt in your life. He’s so big and strong and he leaves you utterly breathless, his stomach rubbing against yours, every inch of your sweaty body pressing against his but you want even more.

You wrap your legs around his thighs and take him in deeper, your arms snaking around his shoulders to pull all of him on top of you, to feel him crushing you. You can’t breathe and all five of your senses are invaded by him, all him. This new angle allows his pelvis to rub against your clit with every thrust inwards.

He loses his pace now, his hips faltering as he slams into you, deeper and deeper, his face buried in the crook of your neck, short breaths hot and heavy against your skin.

“You gonna come on my cock? Let me feel it, let me feel you squeeze me tight, make me come too. I want you to make me come so I can press deep inside your cunt and pump you full of come, make you mine.” He rasps.

“Yes. Please, I want to feel you come deep inside me. Give it to me, make me come.”

Your own breathing is shallow now too as you both chase your releases and when you tilt your hips upwards a little, he rubs against that spot inside you that makes you see stars. You dissolve into a puddle of ecstasy against him, nails scratching down his back, desperate for purchase and with a few groans of your name and one hard, deep thrust, he comes too.

He spills deep inside of you, hot come marking your walls and it prolongs your own orgasm to feel him throbbing and twitching inside you, his heart pounding against yours. After a few moments of riding out your orgasms, he pulls himself up so he’s taking his own weight and stares at your fucked out, sweaty face, matted hair and swollen lips.

He kisses you again, softer this time, his tongue massaging yours languidly and it makes your head swim. “Damn.” He mutters.

“Yeah. Damn.” You mirror, dissolving into laughter as the high takes over. You pull him back down to you to kiss him, his beard sticky and glistening with your release, but you don’t care. You can still feel him twitching inside you and you don’t know if you’ve had enough yet.

Still, he pulls out of you and pulls on his boxer shorts, leaving you dazed on the floor. He returns a few moments later with a wet washcloth and a glass of water, which he helps you drink by helping you up and then gingerly cleans you up. You get up, still on shaky legs and pull on your t-shirt, making your way down the hall.

“Where are you going?” He asks.

“Just need to grab something from my bag.” You tell him, stepping into the spare room. You scan the room for the backpack but it’s nowhere to be seen, so you open one of the sliding wardrobes and rummage for your bag. It’s only when your eyes adjust to the inside of the closet that your blood runs ice cold.

Your bag is nowhere to be found but tucked into the corner are three more bags, tainted with blood and a pair of men’s boots. You recognise the zip keyring on one of the bags straight away, a silver love heart with a monogrammed ‘JJ’. The bags are Emily’s, JJ’s and Derek’s - the boots are his too.

Your throat begins to close up as panic rises in your chest and you turn when you feel the presence of someone behind you. Your breathing becomes erratic and your chest tightens, hands going clammy.

“You. You… did you…” You swallow. You can’t even say the words.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t see that.” He says evenly, holding your gaze, but yours falls to the axe in his hand.

“No. No, tell me you didn’t…”

It’s futile.

He grins darkly. “How else was I meant to get you alone?”

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More Than A Feeling, Chapter 8

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Sunday begins with a lengthy to-do list of all the tasks they aren’t willing to make time for at the end of long summer days: retouching paint, refurbishing games, deep cleaning and organizing every corner of the show and the accompanying vehicles. Scully, Summer, and Picker empty out the maintenance trailer entirely, then go through its contents to discard anything that’s broken or no longer needed before putting it all back.

Summer teases Scully about her night with Mulder, quietly singing forbidden modern songs about sex and thrusting her hips with wagging eyebrows.

“I’ve got plans to put my hands in places I’ve never seen, girl you know what I mean,” she coos, stepping up behind Scully and touching her hips. Scully swats her away, shaking her head.

Mulder scrapes grease from the walls of the cook trailer while Madge scrubs out the refrigerator, and they put together a shopping list for Tami and Jean so they can prepare a feast for the crew’s dinner.

“Do you like to dance, Buddy Boy?” Madge asks him as she swipes sweat from her brow.

“I do, actually,” Mulder answers truthfully.

“There’s going to be a lot of dancing tonight,” Madge says with a smile. “You can show that little lady of yours a good time.”

Mulder furrows his eyebrows, realizing he’s never seen Scully dance. He’s caught her wiggling her hips to the beat of the music a couple times when she didn’t know he was watching, but certainly never outright dancing.

“I don’t know if Penny likes to dance,” he says.

“Well, who could resist dancing with you?” she says fondly, and his cheeks warm.

By the time everything is back in its proper place and the smells from the promised feast are wafting over the fairgrounds, it’s past 8:00 pm. Picker has carefully assembled the makings for an enormous bonfire fifty yards or so from the bunkhouse, and everyone has taken turns grabbing a shower to wash away the grime of the day.

When Scully arrives at the cook trailer, there are cans of cheap beer lined up down the center of every picnic table. Nearby, a buffet of ribs, corn on the cob, watermelon, and every other summer barbeque staple is set up on folding tables. She glances down at her outfit, smoothing her hands over the front of the dress that Summer insisted she borrow, and joins the line for food.

“Wow,” she hears Mulder say from over her shoulder, and she turns to see him eyeing her appreciatively. “You look great,” he says, and she feels a flutter in her belly.

“Thanks,” she replies demurely, flashing her eyes over his snug jeans and fitted T-shirt.

Plates are piled high and everyone takes their seats, squished shoulder to shoulder as they max out the capacity of the picnic tables. Mulder eats with his left hand to avoid bumping her with his elbow, and their unused arms lie pressed together on their respective laps.

“No Miranda?” someone asks the group, and Tami shakes her head in frustration.

“Fucking flaked out on us,” she says with irritation, and Rachel looks contrite, though she certainly isn’t culpable for Miranda’s behavior.

As people finish their meals, Jean clears away their plates excitedly, setting out a handful of pocket knives on the ends of the tables. A feeling of anticipation settles over the group, and Scully gives Mulder a questioning look that he answers with a shrug.

“Alright, alright, alright,” Jean says, clapping her hands to draw everyone’s attention. “It’s Dadeville week, and we are so happy to have you all here with us. You’ve worked hard today to get this show in top condition, and you bring your best to work every day of the summer to make it a success. Tami and I couldn’t do this without you, and, as is tradition, we like to take this night off in Dadeville to show you just how much we appreciate you.”

“We’re doing it up big this year, y’all,” Tami says as she reaches into a backpack and starts to pull out plastic bags and toss them onto the tables.

The group gasps and cheers as baggies containing white powder, green buds of marijuana, and a rainbow assortment of pills scatter across the table tops. Scully’s eyes go wide and she turns to look at Mulder. He gives her a slight nod, something only she could interpret to mean “it’s okay.”

“Let’s kick it off right!” Jean says, picking up one of the beers and a pocket knife. She stabs the can near the bottom and brings it to her lips, then pops the tab on the top. Everyone begins to do the same, passing around the pocket knives as they shotgun their first beer of the night.

“Have you ever shotgunned a beer?” Mulder asks quietly, clearly with the intention of helping her, and she scoffs. She’s not entirely sure when and how he got the impression that she’s led a straight-edge life, and she’s never bothered to correct him, but it suddenly strikes her as offensive that he would think she’s never shotgunned a beer.

Summer passes her the pocket knife and she punctures the base of the can, pressing her lips to the hole she made and then popping the tab. She tilts her head back and opens her throat, draining the beer in less than ten seconds. When she’s finished, she sets the can down and hides a burp behind her hand.

Mulder doesn’t say anything, and she looks over to find a stunned but impressed expression on his face, his eyebrows raised and his mouth slightly agape.

“I stand corrected,” he stammers, then downs his own beer before belching loudly.

“Get ready for the long haul, folks!” Tami hollers over the din. “Drink plenty of water and don’t do anything stupid. This shit can kill you, but we sure hope it doesn’t.”

-

He’s having a hard time not staring at her.

That little blue sundress with tiny yellow flowers hits halfway up her thigh, exposing most of her back and a generous amount of cleavage. From what he can tell, it’s not the kind of dress you can wear a bra with.

They’ve been milling around, sipping at their beers to keep up the appearance that they’re fully partaking in the fun, chatting with members of the staff who they don’t have occasion to cross paths with easily. The sun is fading over the edge of the horizon, and Picker is getting ready to start the fire.

“Here, let me give you a hand,” Mulder says, grabbing a stack of newspapers from under Picker’s arm.

“Grassy-ass,” Picker says, intentionally butchering the Spanish language.

They hunker down beside a five foot tall teepee made of sticks and begin crumpling up the newspapers before stuffing them at the base of the intended fire. Mulder spots a tattoo of a pinup girl in a sailor’s uniform on the inside of Picker’s forearm and sees an opening.

“Were you in the military?” Mulder asks casually, gesturing to the tattoo.

“Yessir, Navy,” Picker replies.

“You ever deploy?”

Picker looks over at him, considering him for a beat.

“Vietnam,” he finally says. “I was twenty-one years old. Just a kid.”

There’s a touch of regret in his voice, and Mulder decides to pursue it.

“That must have been hard. Fighting in an unjust war, I mean,” he says, keeping his tone somewhat neutral.

Picker chucks a ball of newspaper at the fire and sniffs. There’s a stretch of silence that tells Mulder the topic wasn’t one he should have broached.

“I was brown water fleet,” Picker says suddenly, and Mulder keeps his eyes on the bonfire in hopes that he’ll keep talking. “We ran a checkpoint for a while, searching civilians to make sure they weren’t transporting weapons or anything up north.”

“What did you do if you did find weapons?” Mulder asks.

“Killed ‘em, sank their sampans,” Picker says flatly, and Mulder steals a glance at him. His expression is neutral, unaffected.

“That sounds…traumatizing, honestly,” he comments, and Picker turns toward him slowly.

“Just following orders,” Picker says levelly before he stands. “I think this bitch is ready to light,” he then says, much more animatedly. He gives Mulder a gummy grin and hands him a lighter. “You go ahead and do the honors, Luke.”

-

Scully excuses herself to the donnikers, pouring three-quarters of her beer into the toilet behind closed doors and tugging on the hem of her dress futilely.

She felt okay with it when she put it on, pretty even, but every time Mulder’s eyes wander down to her bare thighs she feels self-conscious, like he’s judging her. This thought then makes her angry, given his propensity for walking around shirtless, and she convinces herself once again that her outfit is fine.

She drinks the remnants of her beer as she re-joins the conversation she’d stepped away from, making a point to go and get another from the cooler before she sits back down. As far as anyone else is concerned, she’s three beers deep. Tami is seated in a camp chair before a small folding table, and Jean is carefully separating what Scully assumes is cocaine into neat lines in front of her.

“Only in Dadeville,” Tami says with a proscribed shake of her head.

Someone produces a twenty dollar bill that is rolled into a tight tube. Tami does the first line, pinching her nose closed and grimacing before handing the bill to Jean, who does the same. When there is one line left on the table top, Summer offers the bill to Scully.

“No thanks,” Scully says lightly, making sure that she doesn’t reveal any judgment in her face or voice.

“Only in Dadeville,” Summer says in a singsong voice, wiggling the bill in an effort to tempt her.

“That’s my problem,” Scully says, thinking fast. “It wouldn’t only be in Dadeville for me. I had a hard time kicking that daily habit and it’s not something I’d like to go through again, to be perfectly honest.”

Jean holds her hands up contritely.

“Say no more, Penny,” she says emphatically, then pats Tami on the back. “Tami won’t touch booze for the same reason. We respect sobriety here, no matter your drug of choice.”

Scully has half a mind to question how respectful it is to hand out drugs and alcohol like candy around addicts in recovery, but she’s achieved her goal of diverting attention away from her lack of partaking, so she lets it rest.

Tami begins telling animated stories, her hands flying as she describes pot-bellied rubes starting fist fights with ride jocks, and one occasion where the kissing booth girl gave a local cop a blow job to get them off the hook after Lenny gaffed a game that the cop’s kid wasted half a yard on.

“And then last year, fucking Dylan grabbed this girl’s ass right in front of her dad,” Tami says, her eyes wet with tears of laughter. Scully perks up hearing the name, and leans into the conversation. “And I swear to God almighty that kid shit himself on the spot. The girl told her dad she didn’t mind and they went on their way, but lord I thought Dylan was about to meet his maker that day.”

“Dylan, that was the kid who got fired last summer?” Scully asks Summer just loudly enough for Tami to hear.

“Gazooooonieeeeee,” Jean says with her hands cupped around her mouth. “Even if he hadn’t been a drug-dealing piece of shit, we would have let him go at the end of the week. Lazy ass motherfucker.”

Tami’s demeanor shifts to one much more stoic than it had been moments before.

“I don’t think Dylan was a bad kid,” she says, directing her words to Scully. “I think he didn’t have anybody around to teach him right from wrong. But he was always late, always pissing off the customers, and when Madge caught him dealing, that was it.”

“It was Madge who reported it?” Scully asks, and Tami nods slowly.

“She had a good view of the bunkhouse from the cook trailer, and young girls always seemed to be wandering in there, then wandering back out an hour later high as a damn kite.”

“And what happened? After you let him go, I mean.”

“Not much,” Jean says flatly, already sprinkling a fresh pile of cocaine on the table top and forming lines with a credit card. “Still saw his dumb ass every day until we left town. He said his mommy would be mad if she knew he got fired, so he just hung around and bugged the shit out of everyone until we closed at night.”

“Was he around for slough?” Scully asks, and Tami narrows her eyes.

“No,” she says, then pauses a beat. “What’s got you so interested in Dylan, Penny? He a friend of yours?”

A hot wash of adrenaline floods Scully’s nervous system, and she tries to play it cool.

“No, I was just curious, I guess.” Clambering for some way to divert attention away from herself, she turns to Summer and says, “I mean, you keep this asshole around, so it makes me wonder how bad someone would have to be before you’d actually fire them before the week was over.”

The group bursts out into surprised laughter at her uncharacteristic dig, and the moment passes.

_

The bonfire is roaring, and everyone moves closer to it as the chill of the night sets in. Camp chairs are arranged in a semi-circle facing the fire, and music blares from the speakers set up at the front of the fair. Mulder finds an empty seat beside Summer and slumps into it, looking around in search of Scully.

“Where’s Penny?” he asks Summer, and she gives him a cheeky smile.

“Donnikers. That’s her seat you’re sitting in, mister.”

He shrugs, taking the beer that Picker offers him and surreptitiously dumping half of it in the grass after he takes a sip.

He sees Scully approaching from the other side of the fire, her fair skin lit up in flashes of orange that makes her hair look like it’s part of the flame. As she gets close enough to make him out in the low light, she tilts her head and levels him with a stern expression.

“That’s my seat, Luke,” she says accusingly as she comes to stand in front of him.

“Did you call ‘spot back’ before you left?” he asks, and is delighted when she tries unsuccessfully to keep the smile off her mouth.

“Of course,” she says emphatically, and Summer shakes her head, pulling her beer away from her mouth and saying, “Bullshit.”

“Whose side are you on?” Scully snipes at her, and Summer holds her hands up defensively.

“The side of the truth, my lady. I’m always on the side of the truth.”

Mulder holds up his hand and Summer accepts the offer, slapping her palm against his in a high-five.

“To the truth!” he says triumphantly, and Summer answers, “Here, here!”

“Well, regardless of that fact, that’s still my seat,” Scully says, and Mulder pats the tops of his thighs.

“Best seat in the house,” he says fondly, and her expression falters a little before she smiles thinly, then slowly turns around and sits gingerly in his lap.

She’s light as a feather, and he wraps one arm around her waist to tug her closer to his torso. She stiffens briefly but then relaxes, and he rubs his other hand over the tops of her arms.

“Cold?” he asks softly, and she nods.

Picker dances his way towards them with a joint held between his thumb and forefinger, singing, “Pass the dutchie ‘pon the left hand side, pass the dutchie ‘pon the left hand side.”

He hands the joint and a lighter to Mickey, who takes his time passing the flame back and forth over the tip until he’s successfully stoked a bright orange ember. He takes a hit and holds his breath as he passes the joint to Tami. It travels down the line, finally arriving at Summer, who takes two generous hits before she holds it out to Mulder.

Mulder takes the joint, and Scully’s eyes widen as he begins to bring it to his lips. He pauses, moving his hand away before he tucks his face into her neck, dropping kisses up to her ear and then whispering, “They already think I smoke, it’ll look weird if I don’t.”

He keeps his face there momentarily, smelling the traces of shampoo and soap lingering on her skin and hair. He pulls in a deep breath and sighs as he releases it, then finally pulls away. She blinks at him with half-lidded eyes, then turns to look at the fire.

He brings the joint back to his lips and sucks in what he hopes is a small amount of smoke. He intends to hold it in his mouth and not inhale, Bill Clinton style, but muscle memory gets the better of him and his lungs burn at the unfamiliar substance. He coughs violently, startling Scully and drawing the attention of everyone nearby. She hands him her beer and he takes a large swig, which definitely doesn’t help. Though his throat is on fire, the coughing subsides, and he passes the joint to Lenny.

“You holding out on your girl, Luke?” Lenny asks, gesturing to Scully.

Mulder shakes his head.

“She’s never smoked pot,” he says huskily, and Scully shifts sideways on his lap to give him a pointed look.

“What makes you say that?” she asks in a moderately annoyed tone, and he shrugs.

“It just—doesn’t seem like something you’d do?” he tries, but it comes out as a question.

Truthfully, he’s never considered whether Scully has ever smoked pot. As far as he’s aware, the most rebellious thing she’d ever done before meeting him was sneak out past curfew.

Scully narrows her eyes and considers him for a beat, then reaches out to take the joint from Lenny. Holding Mulder’s eye, she pulls in a long drag, then purses her lips and blows a perfect smoke ring right at his face, and he grimaces when it lands against his nose.

“Point taken,” he says as he fans away the smoke, and she passes the joint back to Lenny, smiling victoriously.

-

The first hit was ill-advised, but the second hit was a mistake. The third only happened because of the first two, and the half-drunk beer she now holds in her hand isn’t helping. She’s high as a goddamn kite.

She smiles, stuffing her bottom lip between her teeth to try and hide it, and Summer jabs her with an elbow.

“Whatcha smirkin’ at over there, Stoner Sally?” Summer asks playfully, and Scully opens her eyes wider, realizing that they are nearly shut.

“I’m just…enjoying my evening,” Scully answers, thoughts dropping through her mind like water through a sieve as she tries to remember exactly what she’s supposed to be doing, and why she’s sitting in a field with a bunch of carnies by a bonfire.

“I bet you are,” Summer says with a smile.

Mulder wandered off some time ago with Picker, Tami, and a handful of others who were giggling conspiratorially. It seems like he’s been gone quite some time, but perhaps it’s only been a few minutes. She looks to the fire and gets lost in the flickering of the flame, falling into somewhat of a trance as she thinks about earlier that day when Mulder kissed her in the Midway, and the little hum that rumbled in his chest. She wanted so badly to keep kissing him, to pull him behind the goldfish joint and run her hands up under his T-shirt, to pop the button on his fly and slide her hand under his boxers. Every time he kisses her she later finds that her panties are wet, and they’re wet again now just thinking about it.

“Oh my fucking god,” Summer says with a laugh, pulling Scully from her daydream.

She follows Summer’s eyes to where a line of people are filing out of Tami’s trailer. There’s a cowboy, a police officer, a soldier, a construction worker, a biker, and a Native American chief. As they come closer, Scully recognizes the police officer as Lenny, the biker as Tami, the construction worker as Mickey, the soldier as Mitch, the Native chief as Picker, and lastly the cowboy, who is wearing a leather vest with nothing underneath and matching leather chaps over his jeans, as Mulder. The opening chords of “YMCA” begin to pour from the speakers, and the carny Village People line up to perform a clumsily choreographed routine as everyone shouts and cheers.

Scully cannot make sense of what she’s seeing. Mulder is in hysterics as he attempts to follow the steps of the dance, forming the “C” in YMCA on every chorus before he devolves back into a fit of laughter. Scully holds her hand over her mouth to conceal her grin as secondhand embarrassment warms her cheeks. He looks completely adorable, but also completely ridiculous, and she’s not sure she’s ever found him more attractive than she does right now.

The dance ends, and the Village People collapse on the grass with heaving chests as the crew gives them a standing ovation. The song changes and they slowly crawl to their feet and disperse. Mulder saunters over to her with a shit-eating grin on his face, his eyes no more than slits above his cheeks. When he reaches her, he drops to his knees and wraps his arms around her waist.

“Whatdja think?” he asks with a wag of his eyebrows, and she smiles widely at him.

“That was—really something,” she says, erupting into a fit of giggles that he joins in on.

“I am so fucking high,” he says emphatically, and she only laughs harder. “Come on,” he says as he gets to his feet, offering her his hand. “Let’s dance.”

She doesn’t resist, and she’s not sure her attempt at a doubtful expression makes its way to her face. She can’t stop smiling at him with his cowboy hat and his bare chest, and that impish smile that she loves best glued to his mouth. He wraps one arm around her waist and takes her hand in his, beginning a somewhat offbeat series of dips and twirls around the grassy area beside the fire.

“Ba-dee-ya, say, do you remember? Ba-dee-ya, dancing in September? Ba-dee-ya, never was a cloudy day,” he sings along, pulling her so close her toes barely touch the ground.

He begins to spin and she wraps both her arms around his neck, holding tight as he goes faster and faster. She squeals and laughs, tears gathering in her eyes, and Mulder loses his balance, tumbling gracefully to the ground and breaking her fall with his body. She rests her forearms on his chest and lifts her head, her cheeks aching and her breath ragged. Mulder looks up at her with the most euphoric expression of adoration, his eyes shining in the firelight and his mouth upturned. She’s overcome with affection and attraction, and the feeling of him firm and warm beneath her. She scoots up, her belly sliding over his as she pulls herself close enough to kiss him, open mouthed and hungrily, and with an absolutely impolite amount of tongue.

-

The door crashes open and they fall through it, barely missing the floor as he quickly pivots them toward the bed.

The bunkhouse is even closer to the speakers than the bonfire, and music rumbles through the walls as Scully runs her hands over his belly and chest, pushing his vest off before she shoves him down onto the bed.

I don’t know what I’d do without you babe, don’t know where I’d be. You’re not just another lover, no, you’re everything to me.

Something about the way she looked at him back there, the urgent way she kissed him and pushed her full weight into his lap, made him scoop her up and march across the field toward the bunkhouse. Now that they’re alone, she’s touching every bit of skin she can reach, brushing her thumbs over his nipples and dipping her fingers under the waist of his jeans as she fumbles with the button. He feels both very present and very out of body. The feel of her tongue is a universe in its own, the tickle of her hand sliding down his belly the single best sensation he’s ever experienced. He’s not thinking about it, what they’re doing, he’s just acting on instinct: lifting his hips when she pushes at his unbuttoned jeans, slipping his fingers behind the gusset of her panties and tugging it aside as she lines him up.

I want to kiss you all over, and over again. I want to kiss you all over, til the night closes in.

She’s incredible. The hottest, wettest, tightest—holy fuck. She’s fluttering around him, leaning forward and sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, her hips grinding against him. He reaches up and plucks the straps of her dress off her shoulders, pushing them down her arms until the front of the dress falls away and he can see her breasts.

He almost comes on the spot. He’s thought about Scully’s breasts—a lot—but the live version is far better than his imagination. She sits up and looks at him with a dreamy expression, her little breasts bouncing gently as she rises and falls in his lap. He reaches out tentatively, cupping one in his hand and running his thumb over her rosebud nipple. He feels her clench around him and her eyes slide closed, a whisper of a moan sounding from her lips.

“Scully,” he says, and she opens her eyes, searching his face for a beat before she covers his hand with her own and squeezes.

He sits up, resting his hands on her upper back and dipping his head down to pull her nipple into his mouth.

“Oh my god,” she says on a gasp, and her hips begin to flex urgently.

He switches from one side to the other, wishing he could somehow fit both in his mouth at once, while also kissing her, while also fucking her—god he can’t get enough. He pulls her toward him, kissing her deeply as his hands slide down to her asscheeks, encouraging the snap of her hips against his. Suddenly, she stops kissing him, just holds her open mouth against his for a beat before she groans and begins to throb around him.

“Fuck,” he sputters, a crashing wave of pleasure overtaking him, holding him over the edge of a chasm before he falls swiftly to the bottom. It’s so good he can’t think, just feel. Her skin hot against his, and her breath panting against his neck, and the grip of her as she keeps coming for what feels like forever.

Stay with me, lay with me, holding me, loving me, baby. Here with me, near with me, feeling you close to me, baby.

He falls back against the mattress, pulling her down with him. He slips out of her, but she stays put, slowly catching her breath with her cheek resting on his chest. He’s waiting for her to look at him, knowing he’ll be able to tell right away if she regrets it, but she doesn’t. She just lays there, her legs draped over his hips, and eventually he decides that she must have fallen asleep. He smirks to himself, hoping that’s a good sign, and reaches up to stroke her hair as his own eyes begin to grow heavy with dopamine. It feels so good to have her this close, to have done what they just did, and he slips quickly into a deep, contented, dreamless sleep, bass still buzzing through the metal walls of the bunkhouse.

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Playing truth or dare with college!Peter and MJ dares you to give him a (private) lap dance

This turned out to be much longer than expected

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Warnings : SMUT! (Lap dance?ish?kind of? i went a bit of script im sorry, thigh riding, grinding, dirty talk, dom!peter, innocence kink, corruption kink?, masterbation, oral[male rec], mild degrading), alcohol consumption, everyone is 18+, kinda fluffy in the beginning but we do be getting smutty real quick tho, MJ being your personal wing woman

Also please dont take drinks from strangers this is fiction and not real life, always drink responsibly :)))

Word Count : 4.8k

Behind Doors

Fratboy!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

You tried to keep your staring to a minimum, you really did. But how could you when he stood in the middle of the crowd, glowing like an angel amongst everyone. He was laughing with his friends, his head tilted back with his eyes squeezed shut and a smile that could make anyone's day so much brighter. You wanted nothing more but to run your hands through his floppy brown hair bouncing on his head as he told his mates a story, his facial and hand movements lively when he moved them around, accentuating the words falling from his mouth.

His fit didn’t help either. A tight white t-shirt paired with blue jeans and a gold chain that hung from his neck, begging to be played with in any way. It was simplistic but made you swoon all the same. His muscles printed through the fabric didn’t help much either, his biceps almost tearing through the sleeves a mouth watering contrast to his cheerful face.

It was like staring at a greek god that radiated puppy dog energy.

“You’re not being subtle you know,” MJ whispered into you ear nudging your side with her elbow, “Just go talk to him,”

You shook your head, heat rising to your face as you averted your eyes from the brown eyed boy, turning to face your best friend, “You know i can’t do that,”

“Not with that you aren’t,” she pointed at the red solo cup you held in your hand filled halfway with orange juice. She quickly snatched the cup away from you, dumping the contents in the grass of the backyard.

“Hey!” You gasped, but made no effort to stop her.

“You need to loosen up,” she stabbed her finger into the middle of your chest, shoving her drink into your hands, “All of it, now,”

You took the cup hesitantly swirling the contents inside around for a bit, watching as the liquid moved smoothly around the sides of the plastic. You looked back up at MJ, feeling small when she stared you down with a stern look. You knew you weren’t finding a way out of this one.

“Fine,” you grumbled before tilting your head back, chugging the alcohol down. You let out a few coughs afterwards, giggling as MJ started to cheer.

“That’s my girl!” She wrapped her arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her side, “Now for about five more,”

Two hours and four drinks later, or maybe it was six you weren't keeping count, the party finally started to die down. The liquor running through your system did its job well in letting you loosen up so you could enjoy the party without being distracted by a certain brown haired boy.

You had lost MJ halfway through the night, your mind finally processing that she wasn’t by your side when you reached for her to dance with you. As you busied yourself by looking around the room, you felt someone place their hand on your lower back, sending shivers up your spine with the touch. You whipped your head around, expecting your equity intoxicated friend but only to be met with the same brown eyes you’ve been fawning over at the beginning of the night.

“Hey,” he said into your ear so that you heard it over all the noise. He moved his hand off your back after he got your attention. You tried your best to keep the tiny whine from escaping your throat at the loss of his touch. The free feeling you felt with the alcohol completely vanished with the sound of his voice turning you into that shy nerd all over again.

“Looking for someone?” He said, pushing the tips of his fingers into the front pockets of his pants.

You stood speechless, you mouth agape that Peter Parker, the Peter Parker was talking to you. MJ was wrong, no amount of alcohol could’ve prepared you for the moment. At least you didn't scurry away like a mouse like you would’ve if you were fully sober.

“I- uh,” you coughed, trying to get some words out but failing miserably.

“Sorry, It’s just I saw you looking around,” he scratched the back of his neck, chuckling at your flustered state. His cheeks starting to turn a light pink which made you swoon even harder, “I assume you’re looking for MJ, since you were with her for most of the night,”

“Oh, right,” you mumbled, laughing awkwardly, looking down to the ground, “How did you know I was with her?”

“You guys are always together!” He smiled showing off his pearly whites, “Around campus you know? I’ve seen you guys together in my classes as well,”

“You noticed me?” You whispered, mainly to yourself but he managed to pick up your words, making you even more embarrassed than before.

“Of course!” He passed his hand through his hair, looking straight into your eyes, “How could I not Y/n?”

You stood speechless, your mouth opening and closing as if you wanted to say something but changed your mind last minute. Millions of thoughts ran through your brain per second, the most frequent being your name rolling off his tongue.

“Anyways, uh, the main reason i came was to bring you to MJ,” he chuckled nervously, seeming just as flustered as you, “She’s in one of the spare bedrooms with some of the boys, we’re playing a good ole’ game of truth and dare,” he voice raised adorably, making you giggle lightly, “You don’t need to join or anything, but i don’t think you would want to be alone out here,”

“Yeah!” you replied a bit to quickly, shaking your head at your enthusiasm, “I mean, yeah, I would like to join you,”

“Sick!” He smiled brightly, grabbing your hand. Your eyes widened at the action as he pulled you through the crowd, you looked down at the ground, allowing him to maneuver you around the mass of bodies.

“Just so you don’t get lost,” he said, looking back at you, pointing out your intertwined hands.

“Of course!” You said back, holding back your squeals of excitement.

You were honestly surprised with how sweet he was acting towards you. Despite his status as part of the biggest frat on campus, his reputation upholded him as the good boy of the group, the one who helped old lady’s across the street or bought lunch for you when you didn't have the money. Sure, you saw this on multiple occasions but to experience it for yourself was a nice change, and just solidified your crush on him even more.

When he reached the stairway vacant of anybody, he still didn't let go of your hand, only tightening his fingers around yours. He walked down the dark hallway and approached a door ,giving you a reassuring smile before turning the knob and pushing it open, revealing around eight or nine people. Some laid on the bed, beers in hand as they laughed while others sat on the couch. You spotted MJ on the floor, laughing with Harry Osborn.

“Who’s the chick Parker?” One of the boys said, silencing the room and putting everyone's attention on you.

“This is Y/n,” he gestured towards you, “Y/n, everyone,” Peter finally let go of your hand, popped himself on the edge of the bed, picking up a beer from the side table and nodding his head at the empty space besides him.

You looked towards MJ panicked, but all she did was mouth ‘go’ with a shit eating grin. You sneered back at her, rolling your eyes as you walked up to the bed, bending your right leg back to sit on your calf while the other dangled over the edge.

“You’ll be fine, don’t worry,” Peter leaned into your ear, whispering gently, “Again, you don’t have to do anything you don’t have to,”

You pouted at his actions, melting at the fact that he was so observant with you. You looked down at his beer, before looking back up at him. If you were going to get through the rest of the night, you needed to be absolutely wasted.

“Do you have another beer?” You asked him, pointed to his bottle.

“You could just have mine,” he offered his drink, passing it off to you.

You bit your lip, taking a long swig of the liquid, “Thank you,”

Before the both of you could converse any longer, a girl with short blond hair you knew from English, called out from the corner, “Okay, okay, who wants to go next?”

“I think Y/n should go,” flash said, holding up his bottle towards you, “She’s the new one isn’t she?”

Peter looked at you, silently asking if you needed him to say anything. But you decided to take things into your own hands for the first time that night.

“Yeah, I’ll go,” you said, taking another swig of beer.

“Alright Y/n,” Harry said smugly, leaning back on his forearm, “Truth or dare?”

You thought about it for a bit, missing the smug look on MJ’s face as you muttered, “Dare”

“I dare you to give Peter a lap dance,” she said immediately, leaning back as she held in her laugh at your washed out face, “I mean we could send you to the other room if you want more privacy,”

You sat speechless and once again wanted to melt into the sheets beneath you. You felt Peter’s hand wrap around yours, giving him your attention.

“Only if you want to,” he muttered, giving you a soft smile.

“I-,” you took a deep breath, trying to gather the little confidence you had left, “Which room?”

Hollers and shouts bounced off the walls, as everyone hyped both of you up. Peter stood, pulling you up with him, leading you out the room.

“Take as much time as you need!” You heard MJ shout after you before the door closed, leaving you and Peter alone once again.

Your heart pounded inside your chest as Peter guided you once again to another room. You gulped, wondering if you had made the right decision so give a lap dance to your crush. He didn’t say anything as he knocked on a door, opening it when he didn't hear any noise come from the room.

“After you,” he said politely.

“Thank you,” you said shyly, walking to the middle of the room.

Peter closed the door behind him, leaning against the wood, “Sooooo,” he dragged looking you up and down, “I- uh, didn't expect you to say yes,”

“Me neither,” you chuckled, looking down to the floor.

“I mean if you don’t want to, it’s just a silly bet,” Peter said, fiddling with his fingers.

“Do-,” you coughed, “Do you want me too?”

“It’s up to you really,”

“But would you mind if i-“

“I mean I wouldn’t be against it-,”

You both laughed nervously falling into silence after that. You looked around the room, finding interest with everything besides him. You were fidgety, playing with your fingers while tapping your foot on the floor rapidly to calm your nerves. It was stupid, you’ve been dreaming about him for so long, and now that you were finally in a room together you clamed up, not knowing what to do in his presence.

Peter on the other hand kept his gaze on you, his eyes racking your body up and down. He wasn't going to lie to himself and say that he’d never thought of this moment, the moment where you and him were finally together, in a room, all alone.

You were different from the girls he was used to in the frat. You were untouched, well to his knowledge, you were a clean slate and from the small confrontations he’s had with you, he could tell you were obedient too.

He wanted so bad to just have his way with you, to absolutely ravish you like he did in his dreams. But he wanted to savour it. After so long of watching you pin over him, purely to feed his ego, he was ready to take things to the next level and what better way than with a good lap dance. Sure he was the good guy, both as himself and as his alternate persona as a hero, but when it comes to you, all his morals were thrown out the window.

Besides, you were both intoxicated and he didn't want your first time together to be at a stupid party in a room he was barely familiar with.

After a few more seconds of silence, Peter decided to take things into his own hands, to make his fantasy a reality, or to just get it started at least. He was the first to make a move, walking right up to you, taking your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to look at him while his other hand made its way to the side of your waist, pulling you closer.

“Y/n?” He asked, swiping his thumb across your lips. He may have an unhealthy obsession with them but it didnt matter because in the next few moments he would make them his, “I’m not stupid you know,”

You blinked rapidly, tilting your head to the side at his statement, confused and slightly hurt.

Peter only chuckled, slipping his thumb between your lips for a split second before pulling it back out and resting it back on your plump lip, testing the waters, “I said i noticed you, and when I mean I noticed you,” he leaned forward, placing his lips near your ear, “I meant everything, down to the constant heart eyes,”

You held your breath, not knowing how to feel, what to think. Peter Parker, the Peter Parker, was standing in front of you, playing with your lips with such close proximity, telling you that he was aware of your existence. That there was a chance that he might feel the same way about you.

You had to remind yourself that this was just a bet, that he didn’t mean anything he was saying. He was only doing it because he had to. Even if he was a sweet boy by heart, he still had a reputation for sleeping around, that to him you were just another girl to add to his collection. 

But when he pushed his thumb into your mouth, you knew you'd fall victim as well.

“Mhh,” he hummed, “such a good girl, just like i knew you’d be,” suddenly, he pulled his thumb out of your mouth and sat back down on the bed, pulling you to straddle his lap, “Now, i believe you have a dare to fulfill,”

“I- uh,” you stuttered, hesitantly placing your hands on his shoulder as you settled into his hold.

“You’ve never done this before, have you princess?” Peter mumbled, hovering his lips over yours.

“i-,” you shook your head, lost for words when he called you princess.

He hummed, one of his hands gripping your waist while the other laided on your cheek, rubbing the soft skin with his thumb, “Let’s start off slow then,” his thumb moved to your mouth once more, playing with the bottom lip. You sat frozen, letting him take control. You didn't trust your body to move, you could barely even talk.

“I’ve always wondered what it was like to kiss these perfect lips,” he whispered, moving to kiss your neck, trailing his way up to the corner of your mouth, “I’d imagine you’ve though the same,”

You nodded, tightening your hold on his shoulders. Peter laughed, his breath hot on your face.

“You’re going to need to say something if you want me to continue princess,”

“Yes,” you squeaked, clearing your throat, embarrassed by your quick response, “Yes, I-uh, I’ve thought about this, yeah,”

“Hmm, good,” he mumbled before finally latching his lips on yours, keeping your face close with his hand.

His lips were rougher that you imagined, probably from constantly licking them for most of the night. But the more you kissed, your mouths opening and closing with each other like its own dance, the more wet and lustful it became. You could feel your body begin to relax into his, melting into the warmth. His confidence only grew with the soft moans escaping your mouth, quickly slipping his tongue inside when your lips parted, exploring your mouth with vigour and purpose.

Your breath hitched in response, using your own tongue to match his movements and tangling it with his, fighting for dominance you were sure he was going to win. Your fingers ran through his hair, tugging at the short curls at the base of his neck, smiling when he groaned into your mouth. You beamed at him when you finally pulled away, a string of spit connected your lips.

“This seems more than just a lap dance,” you let out a shaky sigh, resting your forehead against his.

He chuckled, using his hands to bring your hips closer to his crotch, your dress rolling further up around your waist.

“Then what are you waiting for,” he said cockily, leaning back on his forearms, looking back at you expectantly.

You let out a breath, readjusting yourself on his lap before moving your hips slowly. Your pussy barely made contact with his now hard cock poking through his jeans, teasing it ever once in a while when your panties brushed the tent. You smirked, despite not knowing what the hell you were doing, it seemed like you were doing a decent job.

“Don’t get to cocky princess,” he groaned, squeezing your waist tightly, “You forget that I’m the one in charge here,”

You bit your lip, muttering a soft sorry.

He hummed, nudging his nose with yours, “Let me help you then,” 

He grasped your hips, pulling your it closer to his crotch, grinding it against your core. You let him guide you with his hands, following his lead supporting yourself with your own hands clutching on to his shoulder.   

He let out a long sigh, his head falling back. You took that as the queue to grind faster, enjoying the effect you had on him with such a simple movement. Your confidence grew with the noises escaping his throat along with the occasional praise only fueling your need.

In a rush of the moment, you moved your hands to the back of his neck, pulling him into a needy kiss. It was much more sloppier and messier than the previous one, your focus more on moving your hips than keeping your lips in sync with his.

But you wanted more. As much as you enjoyed Peter’s eyes trailing your body, his hands exploring your waist and the angelic look on his face, you couldn't help but wonder if it stopped there. If you could make his moans louder, his hips jut against your with need, just as much as you needed him.

After a few more moments, an idea popped into your head with the faint sound of music coming from downstairs.

“Peter,” you decided to purr in your ear, biting your lip when his eyes fluttered open, dark and filled with lust.

“Yes princess,” He cooed, moving his hands back to your waist while keeping eye contact, brushing his lips over yours. But before he could fully kiss you, you pulled away, giggling at the little whine he let out.

“What is it?” he pouted, rolling his eyes when you didn’t respond, only biting your lip in thought. He grabbed your jaw, focussing your gaze back on him, “You were being such a good girl, what happened hmm?”

“I- I have an idea,” you gulped, the confidence you felt seconds ago melting away under his stare, “Do you have a speaker?”

He nodded his head, pointed to a desk in the corner with a small black speaker sitting on top. You smirked, hopping off his lap and running to the box. Peter leaned back on hands, watching with curious eyes as you pulled out your phone from your jacket pocket, tapping it open and typing in your password.

“What’s going through that head of your princess,” he mumbled, but loud enough for you to hear.

You only giggled in response, playing around with the speaker to turn in on. After a few more seconds of fiddling, you spun around with your phone in hand and a teasing smile on your face. Your finger pressed down on the screen, the room filling with the song Love Is A Bitch by Two Feet.

He scoffed, “And here I am thinking you were just an innocent little thing,” 

You bit your lip, looking down shyly and placing your phone on the table, your back facing him, “I just wanted to set the mood,”

“Was grinding down on me not enough?” he teased, “Are you always this greedy?”

You let out a breath before turning around, your heart practically beating out of your chest, “Only with you,”

You glanced up at the brunette face, nervous that maybe you took it too far. It was just a simple lap dance, nothing more and nothing less and you should've kept it that way. But the kiss was addicting, keeping you in a daze where all you wanted was more. More of his touch, his mouth, his taste.

You’ve wanted him for so long and now that you dipped your toes in the waters, you wanted to dive in and never come out. What really kept you going was his reactions to your touch, the small grunts and moans escaping his mouth because of you. He wanted this as much as you did or else he would’ve shut you down by now, right?

You were just getting ahead of yourself.

“Come here Y/n,” he almost growled, his eyes never leaving you while you shuffled your way between his legs, yelping when he gripped your waist and pulled you back down. Instead of straddling his waist, he moved you so your legs were on either side of his left thigh.

You went to speak but the gripped your jaw with his forefinger and thumb, forcing your eyes on him.

“You never fail to surprise me princess,” he whispered, his free hand trailing up your waist, brushing past your breasts, “I thought I had to treat you like a good girl, take my time with you” he chuckled darkly, “Turns out you need this just as much as I do, my greedy, desperate little thing,”

You bit your lip, tucking your head in the crook of his neck to avoid his stare. The pet names he gave you was already enough to leave you a mess but adding ‘my’ in front of it made you melt. You wanted to be his, you wanted him to take control of your body and use you as he pleased. He adjusted his thigh, having it bump against your clothed pussy. Heat rose to your face when you let out a small whimper, settling back on his leg, craving the friction but you didn’t move, waiting for specific instructions.

“You weren’t so shy before, what happened?” he kissed the shell of your ear, “Go on princess, ride my thigh like the desperate whore I know you are,” 

Without thinking you began to grind your pussy along his thigh, your face growing hotter when you felt the wetness seep on to his jeans. Peter kept his hands on your waist, keeping your movements at his own past, occasionally bouncing his leg, enjoying the little whines you let out. When you started moving faster, he knew you were nearing your high.

“Princess, look at me,” he grunted,“I want to see that pretty face when you cum,”

You let out a shaky sigh, pulling your head up to face him but you could barely keep your head up, too concentrated on moving your hips against the rough fabric of his jeans. He quickly recognised this and wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing lightly to get some of your attention. 

“Peter,” you whimpered, near to tears with how close you were to climaxing, “Peter please,”

“What is it princess? You want to cum? Is that it?”

You nodded quickly, “Please,”

“Go ahead princess,” he grinned, smashing his lips against your to swallow your moans as you came on his thigh, your hips moving in slow strokes to prolong the feeling. You pulled away after a few moments of feverish kissing, your arms falling limp around his shoulders.

“Fuck,” you sighed, your forehead falling against his with the breathless laugh, “That was-”

“Great? Amazing? The best experience of your life?” he laughed, falling back against the mattress, pulling you down with him. You giggled, shoving your face in his neck and inhaling his comforting scent.

“Yeah,” you turned your head to face him, pouting when a piece of his hair fell in front of his stunning eyes. You moved it out of his face, kissing his nose in the process, “I liked it a lot,”

“That’s good, that’s good,” he whispered, tightening his arms around you.

All of a sudden you felt something poke at the inside of your thigh. It took you a few moments to realise that he was hard and was probably aching to get off at this point in the night. 

“Do- do you want me to help?” you said shyly, sitting up on your hands to fully face him.

“You don't have to princess,” his hands passed up and down your waist, “Seeing you fall apart from my thigh is all I needed tonight,”

The twitch of his eye and dryness of his lips told you otherwise. 

“Are you sure?” you bit your lip, moving your hand slowly down to his hard on, “because I don’t mind helping Petey,”

You didn’t know where the nickname came from but it was too late to take it back. Judging by the dark look in his eyes and the almost cynical look on his face he didn’t mind.

“You want to help me princess? Are you sure you know what you’re in for?”

You shook your head eagerly, “Just tell me what you want,”

“And what if i want you to suck my cock?”

“I would do it,”

“Do what?”

“Su- suck your cock,” you replied bashfully looking down at your hands now intertwined on his stomach.

“Aww, is my princess getting shy?” he fake pouted, “After getting off on my thigh like a slut, you’re getting shy about taking me in your mouth?”

“I-”

“It’s alright princess i’ll guide you through it,” he reached down to unzip his jeans, shuffling awkwardly to push them down so he could get his member out. You watched as his hard dick slapped against his chest, big and throbbing.

He moved your hips back so that you straddled his legs this time, taking your hand and raising it to your mouth.

“Spit,” he instructed, looking up at you with hunger, “Now,”

You hesitantly spit into your hand, watching in awe as the wad fell into your hand.

“Good girl,” he sighed, moving your hand to wrap your small finger around the base of his cock, “Have you ever jerked someone off princess?”

“Just two,” you respond hesitantly.

Peter gritted his teeth, trying to get the idea of you touching anyone else out of his mind, “Well let's make this your third and final guy hmm?” his breath hitched when you started to move your hand up and down his cock, “You’re mine now princess,”

In the spur of the moment you leaned down, licking the red tip of his member, “Only yours,” you whispered before taking him halfway in your mouth, gagging and pulling yourself back up.

“Take your time princess,” he gulped, “fuck but you could do that again if you’d like though,”

You giggled, licking and kissing the sides of his cock and taking it once more, reaching further than this time than you did the last. You bobbed your head continuously only raising your head to take a breath and going in again.

“Fuck princess, I knew your mouth would be good,” he groaned, “You’re doing so well, taking my cock so good down your throat, fuck!”

You smiled around his length, the back of your throat contracting around the tip making him moan your name. Before he could praise you even more, someone's voice cut his words off.

“Everything alright in there?” MJ said through the door but you were too lost in your daze to answer or recognise her voice.

“Yeah, we’re good,” Peter smirked, pushing you to take the rest of his cock, “We’re just going to take longer than expected,”

...

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bakugou/todoroki reacting to their s.o. who usually wears long sleeves and pants wearing a casual dress? please feel free to include anyone else! also if it's ok can you add a bit of spice or smth 👉👈

REACTING TO S/O WEARING A DRESS HEADCANNONS + SCENARIOS

[ft. bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, todoroki shoto]

SUMMARY: for the first time, the boys witness you in a dress and... it ends pretty well for you. 

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNINGS: make out session, kissing, insecurities, SPICE, implications 

A/N: THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS IT MAKES ME HAPPY TO WRITE IT <3 also this is as unholy as it gets [for now] a lil spicy hehe, just a tad 

BAKUGO KATSUKI

OKAY SO

he’s taken you on dates, and normally you wear jeans and a t-shirt, and he’s fine with it, he doesn’t care, your clothes your business, you wear what you want and look good no matter what it is. sweats? hot. sweatshirt? hot.

dress? probably hot, he hasn’t seen you in one yet.

UNTIL NOWWWW

it’s getting warmer, and pants are for losers, so naturally, you wear a pretty lil sundress for your upcoming date with bakugo

he comes to get you in your dorm room, and you text him that the doors unlocked and he’s like AIGHT BET

not the type to knock before entering, but you have thankfully already been dressed and as he enters he realizes that his hypothesis was in fact correct

you are very hot in a dress

very pretty

beautiful

he’s confused though, like since when is this a thing, why are you being so casual about it? did he forget something important? when was your anniversary? 

“what the hell?”

you’re like ??? because nothing has changed

so he’s like “you’re.. in a dress.”

“OH,,, haha... yeah.”

now he’s made you insecure, you suck katsuki

once he passes the confusion he is checking you out, your thighs are exposed, and so are your arms, so he’s a lil distracted and doesn’t realize he’s distressed you

when he finally comes to he goes to compliment you, “you look-”

“bad? i should change-”

“NO.” he shouts, and it is a little too quickly and aggressive, so his cheeks flush at this outburst, “you look pretty.”

then he realizes he was too nice, “idiot.

you smile at him, and move to the door, only for him to kick it closed

you’re like ???

he’s like

!!

Katsuki tries to avoid the looks he gets from the rest of his classmates as he makes his way to Y/N’s dorm room, hands shoved into his pockets as he walks. They had a movie to get to, and Katsuki wanted to make sure they had time to get snacks before the movie started, so he intended to begin rushing her. Removing one of his hands from his pocket, he turns Y/N’s door knob, shoving the door open.

He pushes it slightly behind him, but not enough that it closes since he doesn’t intend to be here long, Katsuki looks up and turns to her, “oh hey Katsuki.”

She’s putting some things in her purse, which is on her bed, so she’s slightly bent over as she shoves some cash inside it. Meanwhile, Katsuki can’t help the astonishment that washes over his features as eyes her. “What the hell?” He can’t help but exclaim at the sight before him. This was the most skin he’d seen since... since ever.

Not that he was complaining. 

Y/N’s brows furrowed at his comment, standing up and bringing her purse onto her shoulder she looked at him and tilted her head in confusion. “Excuse me?”

Katsuki opened and closed his mouth once or twice, trying to find words as he let out a noise of frustration, gesturing to her, “you’re wearing a dress!” Exasperation clear in his tone, confused as to how she hadn’t seen this as an abnormality. Had he forgotten something? An anniversary perhaps?

Y/N, on the other hand, felt her cheeks warm at this. It hadn’t really crossed her mind that she didn’t wear dresses often, much less clothing that revealed her skin, which was littered with scars from the training and all the incidents there had been in the school year thus far. She couldn’t help the thought that rushed through her minds as she responded rather lamely, “yeah. I am.”

Katuski collected himself, “well, you look-”

“Bad? I should change-” Y/N began, preparing to go to her closet to find another outfit.

Only for Katsuki to call out, “NO!” His cheeks flushing red as he realized how ridiculous his outburst must look, Katsuki looked away. “You look nice... idiot.” 

Y/N beamed at him, moving towards him and the partially open door that he stood by, she grasped his hand, “let’s go then!” 

As she brought her hand to the knob, she was yanked back by Katsuki, who released her hand when she was close enough pulled her to his chest, pressing his lips to hers. Y/N’s free hand came up to hold his jaw, while his hands dug into her hips as he kicked the door behind him closed before shoving Y/N onto it. 

Gasping at the sudden movement, her other hand came to his hair and tugged harshly on it. In response, Katsuki released her lips and brought his mouth to her neck, one of his hands coming to the bare skin of her thigh and pulling it up to hold against himself. Pressing open mouthed kisses onto her neck, Y/N let her head fall back onto the door, giving him better access.

Exhaling deeply, Y/N spoke, “Katsuki we’re gonna be late.” As much as she wanted to disregard the movie, they’d already paid for their tickets, and she wasn’t in the mood to waste money.

In response, he bit down on her neck, causing her grip on his hair to tighten before he looked back up at her, swollen lips baring a cocky grin, “I don’t mind being late, babe.”

SHINSOU HITOSHI

he’s so cute ugh

anyways, i feel like his range in terms of style is trash bag or finest man in the room so he doesn’t care how you dress and if you switch it up on occasion

this does not make him immune to the S H O C K

anyways

you’re going out with friends, but he doesn’t know this so he comes over

you open the door for him like ? but then a light bulb goes off in your head like yes! your bf! he can help! surely!

so you let him in and now he is in shock

like wow you are always hot but WOW

dresses 4 life in shinsou’s book

AND THEN YOU TURN AROUND AND HE CAN SEE SO MUCH SKIN BECAUSE YOU NEED HELP WITH THE ZIPPER AND-

rip shinsou 2020

he’s dead

look what you did

who gonna help you with that zipper now huh

very respectful gentleman though

he looks RESPECTFULLY and TOUCHES respectfully

and he really wants to touch 

“HOW CAN HE BE SO HOTTT AND RESPECTFUL” tik tok audio

helps you with your zipper tho

because he is a good boy

but you lowkey noticed his change in attitude and well...

hahaha....

Shinsou was bored, so naturally, he was going to visit his lovely girlfriend at her dorm. It was odd, not receiving the cruel glares from his fellow students for his so called ‘villainous’ quirk. Then again, his girlfriend was the most powerful student in her dorm, and the people there either already liked him, or were forced to get over themselves when the two had started dating.

Nobody wanted to face the wrath of Y/N L/N.

He made his way to your door, smiling briefly at those he passed, a small wave to one student he knew particularly well. Shinsou knocked at the door, and the sound of shuffling came from inside, before the door peeked open slightly to reveal Y/N’s head, a smile making its way onto her face as she saw Shinsou.

“Oh, Shinsou! Perfect, come in and help me.” Cute.

His brows furrowed in confusion as he looked at her, and a small laugh left him, “alright.” Y/N. was sure to hide her body behind the door as she let him in, only increasing his confusion as he entered and she closed the door behind her. “Babe, what are you doing?” 

When she closed the door, he finally got a full view of her body and realized she was wearing a dress. Shinsou couldn’t help the moment of shock he had as he looked her up in down. “You look beautiful.” He commented, coughing as he averted his eyes. He was looking, respectfully until his eyes trailed a little too low and-

“Would you mind zipping me up?” Y/N asked, turning around, exposing her naked back to him, save for the clasp of her bra. 

Oh god you were trying to kill him.

Inhaling sharply, he nodded, “yeah, yeah, sure.” He replied. Moving closer, he brought his hands to her hips, allowing them to linger momentarily. He tilted his head as he noticed a scar running up her back, and couldn’t help but trace it upwards. Y/N felt her cheeks warm at this action, a shiver running up her spine being all it took for Shinsou to break contact entirely, “sorry.” He mumbled, embarrassed, his hand coming to the zipper and pulling it upwards.

She simply shook her head, turning around to face him, his cheeks burning red. “It’s fine.” Y/N brought her hand under his jaw and pulled him into a kiss, her other hand going to his arm.

Shinsou hummed into the kiss, allowing his hands to trail up his back once more, he finds himself regretting that he helped her zip of the dress as he presses her closer to him. 

Y/N pulls away momentarily, much to Shinsou’s dismay, before pressing another peck to his lips and shoving him backwards. The backs of his knees hitting her bed frame, causing him to fall into a seat on the bed. Shinsou raises a brow, watching her figure come between his now spread legs and tilt his head up to bring him into another kiss. 

His eyes flutter close as he finds his hands gripping her thighs, pulling onto himself before the other followed, allowing Y/N to straddle him, “what’cha doing, kitten?” He mumbled against her lips. She released his lips only to bring her own to his neck, as his hands hands went under her dress and up her thighs until-

“I have to go meet my friends.” She mumbled into his neck, exhaling deeply.

Shinsou groaned in annoyance, falling backwards onto her bed, “tease.” He grumbled under his breath, looking to her as she slipped off of him and amended her appearance, he couldn’t help but smile. “Have fun.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

SO CUTE I LOVE HIM MARRY ME

ahem anyways.

shoto always looks nice, its in his nature and how he was raised, so he could be the wearing the best fit in the room and you could be wearing sweats but he really does not care

he doesn’t really notice what you wear tbh, you’re pretty to him no matter what so

bb boy is just sitting at the bench, you two had agreed to meet up at the mall, and he intended to SPOIL you, per usual, not that you knew this

you did not approve of his spending habits

you are his spending habits

he’s on his phone, preparing to text you, and he sees a figure appear in front of him, white dress with flowers on it is all thats in his vision

he’s about to be like stranger danger what do you need until he looks up and sees

GASP its you!

and you look MIGHTY FINE 

you always look mighty fine, no matter what you wear, but the fact that this was something new made it even better. shoto didn’t particularly care what you wore but WOW

he kinda just cannot speak, like his mouth gapes open, you have left him speechless, good job

he’s definitely eyeing you, and he isn’t very subtle but you look so GOOD like what the hell who allowed this

insert anime nosebleed from todoroki

you are going off on a tangent about bees or smth idk and he’s like not paying attention your words but he certainly is paying attention to how nice the upper half of your body is looking rn

iykyk

he does not understand the feeling he is having but he does understand he really really really wants to kiss you

several times

and he wants to touch

you are there like “shoto???”

and hes like yes, anything for you my sweet love, what do you need

“yes love?”

ugh shoto and petnames just

a simp

anyways you guys go to the mall and he’s holding you closer than normal, and even if todo is an oblivious bb, if he happens to come across someone look at you the way only he can look at you?

its over lol burn down the mall

what was SUPPOSED a lil intimate lunchtime behind the mall in a more empty area turns into spicy todo

Sighing as he shifted on the bench, phone in hand as he prepared to text his fashionably late girlfriend, Shoto realized someone was approaching him, a white dress spotted with pink flowers filled his vision and his brows furrowed. Shoto opened his mouth to speak to the stranger, looking up only to realize it was no stranger.

It was his fashionably late girlfriend. 

Shoto couldn’t help but straighten his back at the sight of her, mouth gaping open as he eyed her appearance. This was... abnormal. He rarely took note of her outfits, however he’d never seen so much bare skin, that much he knew. 

Y/N simply pressed a kiss to his cheek, as though nothing was amiss, she began to speak of the difficulty she experienced on the way to the mall. Shoto failed to pay attention though, his eyes lingering on her upper body as he nodded along in the midst of his shock.

“Anyways, would you mind if we ate first?” The breeze blew her hair slightly, and Y/N basked in the sun, “maybe we could eat outside.” She suggested.

Snapping out of his trance, Shoto nodded rapidly, “of course, love.” 

Y/N beamed at him, extending a hand for him, which he accepted, pressing a kiss to it before sitting up. 

This was also... abnormal. Shoto never deprived her of affection, but in public it was rare for him to kiss her and he just- Y/N tried to shake herself of these thoughts, but couldn’t help the warmth that she felt spread across her cheeks as they began to head inside the mall. When they made it to the food court Y/N selected a soba place, bringing a smile onto Shoto’s face, though when she tried to pay, Shoto had already been tipping the person at the cashier $100. 

As Y/N had previously suggested, the two made their way outside, and as Shoto suggested, they found a more desolate space to enjoy their food. They had ended up behind the mall in a small, unbothered, field. He’d stopped by a store to purchase and blanket, and Y/N couldn’t help but get excited at the concept of a makeshift picnic. The pair sat down on the blanket, placing the bag of food down. 

Shoto couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto his face as he looked at her, “you look beautiful.” He complimented, crossing his legs.

Y/N beamed up at him, “thank you, Shoto.” She leaned forwards, on her hands and knees as she pressed a kiss onto his lips. Shoto pulls away momentarily,  only for his hands to find their way onto her face, deepening the kiss.

Pulling away, Y/N raises a brow, “you’re awfully affectionate today.” She points out, moving to sit down closer to him as she brings a hand to play with his hair.

“Well, I want to touch you.” Comes his response, and in that moment Y/N contemplates cursing Shoto out for his bluntness, though she’s distracted when one of his hands comes to her thigh, “may I?”

Oh god.

Y/N nods, enjoying this side of Shoto as he brings his other hand under her other thigh, pulling her into his lap before pressing another kiss to her lips. Shoto sighs contentedly at this, and Y/N’s hand remains in his hair, tugging gently at the bicolored locks. Meanwhile, his hands wander her body in wonder as he breaks the kiss to place his lips on her neck. Y/N can’t help but lean her neck further back. 

“Happy?” She mumbled as he pressed a kiss to her collarbone.

Shoto looks up at her to respond, “very.”

A/N: this is my favorite thing it was literally so fun to write omg