#like hey dude. i have to check something with you real quick. and i will accept whatever answer you give me w/o question

[isaacathom]

shaking my two ocs in the scifi story like dolls. they should kiss.

[soursturniolo]

boyfriend hcs (sfw & nsfw) • chris sturniolo

boyfriend chris

- talking stage would last a long time with him. he wasn’t really looking for a relationship when you both met but as he got to know you and got closer to you, things changed for him.

- I feel like it would really take something happening to make him realize like ‘oh shit I really care about her, I want her to be mine’. it’d probably take him hearing you talk about some other guy or you just calling him out about feeling strung along for him to make the jump to dating.

- once you’ve labeled it and talked about everything and decided to be official though? he’d be so damn good to you.

- kid is goofy as hell. you’d always be laughing with him. either him saying something crazy or funny or doing something out of pocket would have you both dying.

- that doesn’t mean he can’t be serious though. he understands time and place and if there’s ever a serious discussion that needs to be had, you have his full and undivided attention.

- music is really important to him and a big part of his life. he’d LOVE having a collaborative playlist on Spotify where you both can add songs you like that make you think of one another.

- LOVES pda. Gives no fucks. Always holding and kissing on you, as long as that’s okay with you of course.

- “hey mama” started as a joke but it’s now how he greets you half the time. The other half he’s calling you babe or just your name.

- seems like such a player but fr is such a gentleman with you and makes sure you know he only has eyes for you.

- shows you off any chance he gets. someone doesn’t know who you are? Don’t worry he’s pulling up your insta real quick. and always emphasizing that you’re HIS girl.

- so proud of you and your accomplishments. give the man a megaphone. don’t worry he’s got one ordered.

- values your opinion so much. goes to you for advice and opinions on things often.

- likes staying in just as much as going out. sometimes you both just stay in and watch a movie while cuddled up in his bed or on the couch, other times you go places like top golf or the movies. either way, you’d always be having so much fun.

- doesn’t play with you. if he hears someone saying some disgusting or disrespectful shit about you he’s shutting it down immediately.

- this man loves being the little spoon. I said what I said. loves to lay on you with his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

- possessive af. If he catches a man staring at you like you’re a piece of meat at a party he’ll put his arms around you and pull you in, kissing your head while he literally glares daggers at the man.

- at the same time, super chill about you having male friends. not weird about it like some guys are. he trusts you and isn’t worried, he knows he’s got your heart the same way you have his.

- protective in really cute ways. the kind of dude to see you bend down under a table or near a corner to pick something up and he immediately covers it with his hand to make sure you don’t bonk your head coming back up. If you’re walking in downtown LA he’s always got to be the one closest to the road. always checking in on you at events and parties you guys go to, making sure you’re not overwhelmed or uncomfortable

- overall just a sweetheart fr, even with all the dirty jokes he makes

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bedroom chris

- ass man all day everyday. LOVES when you wear skirts or dresses that hug you and show it off just right.

- you wore a sundress one day and this man almost had a stroke right then and there. sundresses are gods gift to anyone attracted to women and he felt blessed that day fr. it just showed off your curves so well and he really liked that it gave easy access.

- you called him daddy once as a joke, thinking he’d gag or laugh. instead, he leaned in and asked you to say it again in such a sexy raspy voice. you were the one gagging later.

- loves doggy style. it’s the go to, he loves being able to spank you and grab your ass. but he’ll never say no to you riding him.

- talks absolute FILTH. whispers in your ear about just how he’s going to take you, how good he wants to make you feel, how sexy you are, how he wants to hear your scream for him, how your his and his only.

- begs you to sit on his face. And he doesn’t like any of that hovering bullshit, no. You tried that once and he grabbed your hips and pulled you to sit down on his face so quick and held you there until you finished. he feels like he’s died and gone to heaven when you’re on his face with your fingers in his hair shuddering and moaning and he gets to pleasure you and have a literal front row seat to watching you finish.

- really enjoys aftercare!! always making sure you’re cleaned up and situated before worrying about himself, especially after a rougher night.

- smirking and so smug when your legs are sore the next morning, he takes it as a job well done. but fr he’ll offer to massage your legs or back to make you feel better, he doesn’t want you in pain.

[jenosbliss]

pairing. fem!reader x jisung | genre. fluff | wc. 0.6k | warnings. the reader is short, few cuss words

[8:36 pm]

Late evening supermarket runs weren’t a usual practice for you and your roommate. While showering, she suddenly realized that she had run out of pads and it was that time of the month. After a thorough search, a lone pad miraculously appeared.

Exiting the sanitary aisle, you mused about snacks. “I’ve been craving Cheetos,” you said languidly. “You’ve mentioned that five times this week,” your roommate retorted with an eye roll. “No one knows me better than you, my love,” you teased, blowing her a kiss as you dashed to the snacks.

The excitement was short-lived. Not because they were out of Cheetos stocks but because they had decided to place them on the top most shelf, which was far out of reach.

“Are they for real” with hands on your hips you scoffed. Despite several leaps toward the tantalizing orange bag, it remained just out of grasp. “Y/n, I’ll order them online, or we can check another store. Or let’s get Doritos!” your roommate suggested picking up the said snack which was kept on a lower shelf.

“I will get this Cheetos only.” Settle for less? No way! You weren’t a quitter, no matter how bad a situation was or how tough a challenge was, you won’t give up. People may think of this as stubbornness but you weren’t raised a quitter. If you want something you will get it.

“You can’t get-” before she can complete you cut her off mid sentence, “No. Please find a staff member who can probably help us.” Maybe they have a ladder or something as there’s no way an average height human could reach that!

When she went to find help, not being able to wait for someone you contemplated more creative solutions to get the Cheetos. One idea that came to mind was to throw a shoe at it and knock it down, which was stupid, but desperate times call for drastic measures.

Hence, the left shoe was removed, target was set, and shoe-missile was launched at the enemy territory –the Cheetos packet laughing at you– after careful calculations. There was just a minor setback… the shoe missed the target and went all the way to the next aisle.

“Oww! What the fuck” was followed by quick shuffling and footsteps leading to you. The flight and fight mode kicked in an instant, flight was the best option but you needed your shoe back, therefore you settled for the latter… fight.

A young man, wearing a grey hoodie which covered his forehead along with black hair falling in front of his eyes, looking absolutely breath taking without any effort appeared in your aisle holding your shoe.

“This belongs to you?” He asked swinging the shoe on two of his fingers and was that a smirk?God he was hot. “I’m really sorry… I was trying to get that packet,” you explained, pointing to the Cheetos.

He seemed tall enough to easily retrieve the bag, just a stretched hand and there he is giving you the packet without any issues! Well you hoped he would voluntarily help you but maybe that wasn’t what he had in mind.

With a perfect aim unlike yours he tossed the shoe back at your head making you yelp. “Hope your brain starts working now.” Men open their mouth and ruin everything, he along with his actions ruined it. “Hey! Are you out of your mind?” He let out a dry chuckle at your words.

“You think so ‘Miss who goes throwing shoes at random people’ huh?” He taunted, leaning against one of racks looking at you unamused. “I said it wasn’t intentional, but what you did is dumb!” Huffing loudly at his casual attitude, you crossed your arms over your chest.

His icy voice filled the area as he spoke “Watch that pretty mouth of yours. Throwing stuff around like a careless idiot doesn't make you look smart.”

“Ugh! What’s your problem dude? I apologised already and if you can’t help me then please leave for god’s sake.” Not expecting his help, you returned your attention to the Cheetos packet.

He smirked at your stubbornness. “I’d rather watch you struggle.” he said, amused, his eyes following your movements. Choosing to ignore his presence, which was anything but easy, you focused on your target.

Again an idea struck you: the racks seemed sturdy, so if you stepped on the bottom shelf, you might reach the goddamn packet. Without hesitation, you climbed onto the bottom shelf. Still, you were unable to reach the top one, hence, you decided to step on the next one, gripping the upper shelves for support, both feet off the ground.

Jisung watched the whole scene unfold in front of his eyes. Not budging at all to help eben though he knew how dangerous this could be, finding this entertaining or so he thought until he saw one of your foot slip, causing you to lose balance.

As if on cue he rushed to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to support you. He didn’t expect you to fall completely, landing on top of him. The chaos ended with him on his back, you in his arms.”

“What an idiot” he groaned in pain. “Do you think you’re Spiderman, climbing the racks, thinking you won’t hurt?” Wincing, he spat out his words. Maybe it was the closeness that made you not argue back, but all you could manage was a timid “sorry.”

A red hue crept up your face realizing how close you were to his face, his arms still wrapped around you securely, this was both embarrassing and exciting. "Y/N! Oh my god, what happened?" A concerned voice of your roommate pulled you out of your thoughts.

Stumbling, you stood up and pointed accusingly at the boy still on the ground. “I fell while getting the Cheetos, and he,” you cleared your throat, cheeks still flushed, “he saved me.” Jisung, hissing from the pain in his back, stood up too.

"Jisung?" She asked recognising him. "Oh hey neighbour." He said surprised. Neighbour? Whose neighbour? Her parent’s? “Is she your friend?” He looked you up and down with a disdainful look. Your roommate nodded her head in slight surprise. “She’s such a pain in the ass, how do you even put up with her?”

“What the-” The audacity of this Jisung boy. You were about to defend yourself when your roommate put a hand over your mouth and pulled you out of the aisle and the store. “See you later, Jisung.”

“What was that?” you huffed angrily once you got home. “God, Y/N, Jisung is our new neighbor! You met Chenle and Jaemin, right? Well, Jisung just moved in yesterday. I didn’t want you to start a fight with him,” she explained.

Chenle and Jaemin were so sweet and humble, they even help you carry stuff whenever you ran into them at the parking lot, always had the warmest smiles while greeting you and this Jisung guy on the other hand… let’s not get into it. You practically hate him already.

Jisung wasn’t like his friends, and knowing he was your neighbor, he’d make sure your life wasn’t easy. But still the next morning you found a packet of Cheetos on your door with a note reading “For the Feisty and Stubborn one. Nice to meet you neighbour ;)”

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🎧 | heartbeat, richie jerimovich.

so we're done? this the real shit? / we used to hold hands like field trips / i’m a jerk, but your dude is a real dick / i read his posts on your wall and i feel sick.

making out/mild groping, references to sex, cheating, richie is petty.

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“I’m working, Richie.”

“Then fuckin’ stop. Tryn’a have a conversation here.”

You simply huff and continue to ignore him, though the small space of the office feels impossibly closed off. It’s like all the air has been sucked out, filled with a sticky warmth that settles in your veins, where you can’t possibly ignore his presence behind you.

It’s been years. Whatever happened between you and Richie was over, it ended right before you went off to college. So, yeah, fucking ages ago. What gave him the right to whine about it now? You were knee-deep in paperwork, having been called up by Carmen to help balance some accounts for the restaurant renovations. With a business degree under your belt, you’d happily taken the offer. It helped that you were in Chicago anyway.

“There isn’t a conversation to be had, asshole.” You quipped back, standing at the desk and flipping through contract after contract. They’re scattered around, and quite frankly, a mess. You make a mental note to ask Carmy if he ever got his pen license: because his handwriting is atrocious.

The silences stretches on for another few seconds. Sweet, soundless seconds, where you can summon an inkling of focus, before it’s brutally ripped away from you again.

“Missing my baby. #LongDistanceWarrior.”

It’s said in a delicate, mocking tone, that had you whipping around to face him. Richie has his phone in hand, scrolling through your Facebook wall and finding comments from your boyfriend.

“Do you mind?” You snap.

“Nah, babe. It’s fuckin’ pathetic, this shit,” He’s begun again, all wound up and pissed. “I mean— jesus, what a jagoff. Trust me, I know you, and I know you’re not into this garbage.”

You expel a harsh breath through your nose, turning your back to him once more. “It’s sweet.”

“No it fuckin’ isn’t. It’s disgusting.”

The hypocrisy of it all is astounding, it twists harsh in your gut, churning a dangerous mix of irritation and, maybe, a little bit of guilt. “Y’know, last time I checked, we broke up ‘cus of you, genius.”

“That’s not what happened,” Richie is quick to assert, dropping his phone in favour of waving his hands wildly, as if it would help his point. “Hey! That’s not what fuckin’ happened! You decided to go to New York, like a pretentious—

“No! No, fuck you!” You’re yelling back at him now, albeit still looking down at the desk. “I wanted to do long distance, asshole, and you threw a goddamn fit. So tough fucking luck, you missed your chance.”

It shuts him up for a moment, because it’s true: Richie didn’t want to do long distance, and you wanted to go to college in New York. Neither of you would budge, and so you broke up. But now, you’re dating some rich asshole, who apparently, has no goddamn problem with long distance. Making Richie the cuck.

“Is it his dick, or somethin?” Richie is speaking again in a lower tone, an almost playful twinge to it. “Cus it’s definitely not his face.”

He’s approached you, chest pressed firm against your face, as he drops the phone over your paperwork. It’s still open on your facebook wall, an image of you and this new boyfriend, posing for a photo: you’re kissing his cheek.

You shake your head, giving Richie a sharp nudge with your elbow. It’s supposed to get his ribs, but he catches it in his palm, warm and big over your skin. “Don’t be rude.” You scold.

“So it’s not?” He continues to pry. “It’s the money, then? Bet he’s fuckin’ loaded. Goddamn trust fund.”

“That’s none of your business.” You tell him.

The contact feels foreign and familiar all at the same time. It’s like coming home to a warm bed, still all mussed from the night before, and crawling right back between the covers. But it’s laced with something new, an intoxicating sense of temptation, because you know how wrong this is. How wrong it is to lean back against him, to not shoo him away.

Richie knows this, he knows the hold he has on you, knows that he’s getting what he wants. Because you’re not as uptight as you pretend to be: you’re that same scrappy kid who’d fuck around with him in high school: A younger girl, and her stupid older boyfriend, working weekends in a shitty restaurant and blowing the paychecks on dumb stuff like fireworks and beer.

So his hands find your waist, fingers wrapped around the meat of your body, tugging you back into him. You spare a glance downwards, past the paperwork, watching the way he grips you tight and possessive.

“Aren’t you married?” You ask, pushing through the breathless feeling in your lungs.

“Not anymore,” Richie supplies. “But you already knew that, didn’t ‘ya?”

You hum, rolling the idea around in your head for a moment. Any sense of rationale dissipated the second his breath hit your ear, so close, too close, and yet you still wanted him closer. Deeper. All around you.

So you turn around, wedged between the desk and him, Richie’s firm torso pinning you in place. His self control dwindles, taking the chance to skate his hands over your body, rough palms finding your ass and squeezing.

“Shouldn’t be doing this,” You remind him, the words whispered into hot air, a moment of consciousness that preens its way into your mind. “I have a boyfriend. He loves me.”

“Oh, yeah?” Richie will contest, voice rough and molten right near your ear. “The fuck ‘s he doin’ in New York, then?”

And it’s true. Fuck, it’s so true. Because he’s there and Richie is right here, hot and hard against you, smelling so familiar and before you can even think his mouth is on yours. It feels perfect, your hands skimming up his chest, finding his face to pull him in closer. Teeth clash and noses bump, his thigh pushing between your legs, pulling you down against him.

The paperwork is forgotten as you feverishly make out on the desk, groping and grinding like teenagers. It’s only interrupted by Carmen, who eventually comes knocking with another handful of receipts. His face twists in disgust at the sight, making a disgruntled noise before turning on his heels. Your face is red at this point, forehead making contact with Richie’s shoulder as you huff in a mix of embarrassment and guilt.

Not guilty enough, though, to stop Richie from coming back to your hotel. Not guilty enough to not sleep with him one, two… three more times. Certainly not guilty enough to not call him whenever you’re in Chicago.

[darnell-la]

Hey! So I got a sad one. So basically you went to the beach with Jj and you were on the sand and these group of girls came up to you saying stuff abt you body and calling you fat. So y/n went home. With out telling jj. When she got home she started crying a lot but Jj went to check on her. And comfort her.

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word count: 2.2k

paring: JJ Maybank x Chubby!Reader

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Y/n's pov

"You'll be fine, y/n, okay? It's just a party with a bunch of drunk teenagers. Nothings gonna happen. Besides, Topper and Rafe aren't here," JJ said as he and I walked on the property of this girl who invited him.

"I know, it's just, they didn't invite me and I know how these people get. Especially the Kook girls to Pogue girls," I said as he stopped in front of me.

"As long as I'm around you, I won't let them say shit to you, okay? We're best friends. I wouldn't let that slide," he said, placing a smile on my face.

"Okay, fine. But only for a couple of hours," I said as he rolled his eyes with a sigh. "No, no, we have to stay longer," he said. "Please," he kept repeating until I finally gave in. "Fine! Fine! Goddamnit," I said making him jump.

"Let's go!" He celebrated as he pulled me towards the front of the house. This place is packed and we're only outside. I can already see a few people eying us because we're probably the only Pogues here. JJ's use to ignoring people but I'm still not.

As I and JJ walked through the crowded house, I could hear people talking about us. They probably wouldn't have noticed me if I came alone but because JJ's so known, making us easy to spot.

"Hey! JJ, right?" A girl asked as she made her way towards us. "Yeah! Hey, Claire," JJ said, trying to put on his flirting voice. I came here to back him up, just in case he feels some way if she drops him last second. And he also wanted me to come and get out of my house for once.

"And you are?" The girl asked me. I could tell she wasn't happy with me being here, by the slight change in her tone and facial expression.

"Scotlyn," I said. "My best friend," JJ added as he pulled me into his side by my waist. I wish he would feel a spark when he touches me like this.

"Mhm, well, is it fine if I steal him from you real quick?" Claire asked as she pulled JJ away from me and wrapped her arm around his. Now they're locked and he has a smile on his face. At least he can be happy.

“No, no, it’s fine,” and quickly after, Claire pulled JJ away from me before he could say something. Tonight’s gonna be a long night. I should at least make it fun.

After being at this party for about an hour, playing drinking games, and watching sports on the TV with some random dudes in the middle of the living room, I decided to take a walk on the beach which isn’t far from the house. It’s basically their backyard. 

I stopped at a beach chair and placed my bag that I always carry with me, before looking around to make sure I’m the only one out here. 

I sighed and began to take off my clothes. I put my bikini on before I left, hoping JJ would want to show me some tricks in the waves like usual but he was occupied. 

After getting my last piece of clothing off, I began to touch my body. This is my first time in a bikini in public. It feels different. 

“We’ll look at Scotlyn. Coming out of her comfort zone I see. What made you buy that Bikini? Cause I know it’s not for my best friend’s man. Or is it?” A girl I do not know asked. 

“Who’s man? Who even are you?” I asked her. “We’re Claire’s friend and she sent us here to make sure you weren’t setting up some picnic after she got into JJ’s pants,” she said, making my eyes widen. 

JJ Maybank is no stranger to the sex life but he also doesn’t like being used and by the way that sentence sounds, getting in his pants is a term he wouldn’t like. 

“Where is he?” I asked as I went to pass them but one of the girls pushed me back. “Probably doing what Claire wants. Why does it matter? You like him or something?” The first girl asked as she laughed and pushed me to the sandy ground. 

“No! He’s- He’s just my best friend and your tramp bestie isn’t going to ruin him!” I yelled as I got up. I went to run past them but another one grabbed my hair and pushed me to the sandy ground again. 

“Oh, save that shit. He’d rather be broken than see that walk in on him,” one of them said, reminding me that I was in my bikini. I know I’m a bit thick but I have a good shape. Well, that’s what JJ says. 

“By the time you get up, you wouldn’t have the energy to run to him, yet walk,” another one said, causing my eyes to tear up. “Don’t cry, we’re just telling you the truth. Not being mean or anything,” the first one laughed. 

I quickly got up and took off, leaving everything behind. Even JJ. He’ll be fine. He’s probably having more fun than he’s ever had with me and I don’t want to ruin it for him. I need to move on…

JJ Maybank’s pov

“Claire, I’m not really in the mood tonight,” I lied as she tried rubbing all over my body. She’s been giving me the ick ever since she came up to me and y/n earlier. 

I thought that maybe if I hung out with her for a little bit, she’d be different or I’d understand her more but it actually has gotten worse and all I want to be around is y/n. 

Maybe I should just ask her out since she’s the only girl I ever feel comfortable and happy around. Everyone else is off. Way off and I never feel that feeling when I’m with y/n. Ever. 

“What are you talking about,” Claire asked in a tone I haven’t heard tonight. “I just really need to get back to y/n and-“ I tried apologizing but she cut me off. 

“Are you serious!? With that fat bitch!?” She angrily said, causing me to push her off of me and stand up from her bed. “Woah, don’t say that shit about her,” I got defensive. 

“Why? It’s true! Why would you choose her over me? That makes no sense at all,” she said, making me shake my head with a disgusting look on my face. These’s Kooks are all the same. 

“Delete my number,” I said then walked out of her room. She yelled a last “Already done!” before I slammed her room door, hoping her handle or anything would break. 

I searched the whole party to find y/n but she’s not here. I quickly ran out to the backyard and down the beach, but she was not there either. 

I ran across a beach chair with a bag on it and clothes. They belong to y/n. Shit. I yelled as I made my way into the water with all my clothes and shoes on. 

What if she went for a swim and drowned or got taken out by the waves. I know for a fact that she can’t swim in waves. She’s not experienced enough. Fuck!!

I swam around for a while until I got tired and cried my way out of the beach. My tears began streaming down my face as I yelled her name. Why did I leave her? 

“Chill out. She ran home,” some girl said. I looked up to see a girl and a few of her friends behind her. They look familiar. “How was the time with Claire?” One asked. They’re her friends. 

“Where did she run?” I asked, ignoring her question. “I don’t know. Home,” one laughed. “Why would she run home?” I asked, confused as they laughed. 

“We explained and told her the truth about you now wanting her. Maybe if she lost a bit of, you know, fat, she’d maybe have a chance,” a girl said. 

That’s when my eyes widen, knowing they bullied her into running away. They used my name, to make it seem like she’s not my best friend and that I care about that shit. I don’t. I’m in love with her and the way she looks. 

I quickly ran to y/n’s bag and threw her close into her bag before talking off towards my car so I can run to her house and tell her that all of this was a big miss understanding and that I don’t care about how she looked. She looks beautiful to me. 

“Y/n!” I yelled through y/n’s small house, hoping she’d be here. I can’t leave her alone in times like this. I’ve never seen her emotional but if she ran all the way home, she’s definitely feeling some type of way about those girls comments. 

“Y/n, where are you? Just talk to me,” I said and finally opened her guest room to find her curled up on the bed. “Y/n…” I said as I walked through the door frame slowly. 

That’s when she shot her head up quickly, allowing me to see her red and glossy eyes. She tried covering herself up as she asked what I was doing here at her house. 

“Your bag,” I said as I placed her bag on the floor and made my way over to the side of the bed. “Oh, okay. Well, uh, thank you. See you tomorrow,” she tried covering her face by turning to the side but I softly grabbed her wrist and turned her back towards me. 

“What did they say to you, y/n?” I asked. “Who?” She asked, knowing exactly who. “You know who, y/n. Tell me everything they said and I’ll handle it. You know I will,” I said, making her shake her head. 

“Oh, the girls? Oh, yeah, they didn’t say anything. Yeah, they just- I just forgot my bag, that’s all,” she lied to me as she sniffed and wiped some tears but they keep coming back. 

“Y/n, don’t lie to me! I’m not fucking around. What did they say!?” I asked with a louder tone, getting angry at anything they could have said to her. I know how people treat her and it’s not nice at all. She doesn’t deserve that. 

Y/n looked me in my eyes then turned back around and began to cry after curling up. Fuck, I didn’t mean to make her cry. 

“No, no, no, y/n, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound so rude, I just- Baby, I just wanted to know,” I said but she kept crying. I ran my hands through my hair, stressed. 

“Shit,” I said as quickly took my clothes off, as well as my boots, and ran to her drawer. I keep spare clothes heard since I’m always over. Day and night. 

I change into the clothes then crawled onto her bed and pulled her into my chest. She let me in by pulling me into her and crying into my chest as I rest my head on her forehead and whispered to her. 

“It’s okay, baby. I’m here. Don’t let whatever they said, get to you. It’s not true. No matter what they said, it’s not true,” I tried talking her down. 

“A-Am I’m pretty to you?” She stuttered as she tried to control her crying. “What? Yes! Yes, of course, you are. I swear I’m not saying that because you’re my best friend,” I said hoping she’s believing. 

“But I’m your friend, so, of course, I’m pretty to you,” she cried again. “Y/n, even passed friendship, you’re beyond pretty to me. You’re beautiful. Gorgeous. You’re just so much,” I said. 

“I’ve had the biggest crush on you. Shit, I still do, it’s just, we’re best friends and I can’t ruin that, you know?” I said, nothing about what I just confessed to. Shit. 

“Y-You have a crush on me?” She asked. “No, nah! Well- Fuck, yes, I do. I really do,” I said, not able to control myself. I had to get it out. I can’t keep things like this in anymore. I can’t hide it. It’s so hard. 

“Oh, I didn’t know that,” she said as she looked up at me. “Yeah, I tried keeping it a secret but- Y/n, you’re so fucking perfect. I can’t keep shit like that from you. You need to know this stuff. You need to know how beautiful you are,” I said, making her eyes brighten up. I can see her blushing. 

“Okay,” she giggled low as she buried her face into my chest again but this time, she’s not crying. “Yeah, I love you,” I awkwardly said with a slight laugh. 

“I love you too,” she said back, making me smile hard. It’s not hard to see that she does. I should have said this earlier in life, but at least she knows now. 

At least she’ll know how much I adore her when I talk to her about us tomorrow because there’s no way I’m leaving this house without me being able to call her mine. 

[alimaybankkk]

hey baby!!! can i request something for J inspired by sabrina's song bad for business, just fluff where reader and j are so in love that their friends think it'll be bad for them but they don't care cause their love is safe and not toxic. thank u i love your stuff

𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

a/n: hi honey! thanks for the request <3 i absolutely adore sabrina so much and this is one of my fav songs i am squealing rn. also if u want to look at this as a part two or something to my boy it would work cuz this is rlly similar!

summary: being madly in love with jj and ur friends think it’s dangerous

warnings: shotgunning smoke

pairing: clingy!jj maybank x clingy!reader

❝all of my friends think i’ve gone crazy, but they don’t know me like my baby.❞

i walked out of the school building, clutching the strap of my bookbag. cars were driving out of the parking lot eagerly and i let out an exhale through closed lips.

i had a headache and i couldn’t wait to go home.

but my plans immediately changed as soon as i saw a flick of blonde hair and the wave of a callused hand.

i wasted no time in running up to jj, throwing my bookbag off at his feet and pulling him into a tight hug.

next to me were john b, pope, kie, cleo, and sarah, all watching, annoyed.

jj wrapped his arms around my waist, leaning his head on my shoulder. “hey, baby.”

i pulled away, grubbing and clung my lips to his.

the kiss was so soft and firm. he squeezed my shirt and pulled me closer, breathing in my scent.

when i was finally completely out of breath, i pulled away and rested my forehead against his.

our friends were tapping their feet and checking their watches mockingly.

“you guys just saw each other, what, like, this morning?” john b asked sarcastically.

jj kissed me on the cheek and mumbled, “s’long…”

i hummed in agreement and giggled. “you skipped again. we gotta go. they would flip if they saw you on school grounds.”

he took a deep breath and nodded, looking over at john b. “what are you looking at?”

“an idiot…” john b murmured and opened the car door.

the car ride back to the chateau was quiet between me and jj, we just sat there in each other’s presence.

i’d be tracing circles on jj’s knuckles or peppering his face in kisses and i’d look up and see all of the pogues looking at us with a worried expression.

once we pulled into the grass, sarah initiated a fit of whispers amongst the group and eventually, kiara responded with, “yeah, i’ll talk to her.”

when i looked up, once again, they were all staring at me. i frowned and climbed out of the twinkie, grabbing jj’s hand when he offered to help me out.

as i followed jj into the house, i felt a hand on my arm. i looked up and was met by kie’s eyes, a silent plead in them. “i really need to talk to you.”

i shot jj a nervous glance. he looked upset that i would be leaving him again, so he tightened his grip on my hand.

“j, just let me talk to her real quick, okay?” i told him, caressing his knuckles with my thumb.

he gave me the eyes of a toddler, but he let go and kissed me on the cheek. i winked at him. “i’ll be right back.”

she let out an exhale through gritted teeth and gripped me harshly, walking me back to the twinkie.

“are you kidnapping me?” i joked.

“no, but jj is…”

i froze. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“just get in the car and we’ll talk.”

i sighed and continued to walk, settling in the back and grabbing a joint just to hold it. i knew it was jj’s, so i wanted to admire something he most likely held earlier.

she spotted what was in my grasp and smacked it out.

“dude!” i looked up at her, shocked beyond words.

she shook her head and closed her eyes. “we seriously need to talk about you and jj.”

“what about us?”

“i’m starting to think…” she exhaled uncomfortably and looked out the window. “maybe you guys aren’t the best for each other?”

my whole jaw detached from my mouth, it felt like. “aren’t the best for each other?!”

“i mean.. you know, you’re… you have looks, intelligence.. determination, you know? you have your studies to focus on… and he, well…. he’s…. he’s jj.”

i almost sat up to leave, thinking it all was just something to ignore, but i sat back down. “you know what, of course he’s jj! that’s why i love him.”

“i’m not saying that.” kie grabbed my hand. “you’re my best friend. but i haven’t really connected with you in so long.”

“what does that mean?”

“you’re always with him. never with me. i miss you.” she said. she looked like she was begging me.

“kiara, i’m with you when i’m with him. we hang out in a group. what’s the difference?”

“the difference is is that you’re all over each other!” kiara yelled. “it’s unhealthy. you don’t realize how bad this is for you.”

“it’a perfect, kie. we’re perfect. he’s perfect.”

“yeah, i know. but like i said, you have your studies to worry about. priorities. he’s, well… in some way, he’s a high school drop out.” she said.

i thought for a moment. “he’s like motivation. he makes me want to do what i do even more.”

“he’s just…” kie sighed. “you’re going to get hurt.”

“no, i’m not. i know i’m not.” i said. “i love him and he loves me. i know him.”

“you don’t know him,” kiara grips my hands. “you know how he is with girls. take them out for a date, take them home… sleep with them… forget them.”

“we’ve been together way longer than that,” i scoffed. “he wouldn’t do that to me. if he would, he would have already done it.”

“y/n…” kie said. she turned around to look at me in the eyes. “you have to be careful.”

“always am,” i sent her a smirk and winked, climbing out of the twinkie.

“j?” i called once i got inside.

“yeah, baby?” he got up off the couch, letting go of the beer he had already started drinking.

“come on,” i held out my hand and he grabbed it eagerly, following me out to the twinkie.

“what’s up, mama?” he asked as he sat in the back with me.

i didn’t say anything, i just picked up the joint kie had thrown out of my hands earlier and i held it up. “shotgun?”

he inhaled aggressively, pulling me in for a kiss. “god, i love you so much.”

i hummed. “love you too.”

“m’kay, give me it,” jj said and pulled it from my hands. he winked at me as he acknowledged the way my eyes were fixed on his lips and smirked.

finally, he placed the roll in between his index and middle finger and brought it to his lips. i wished i could take a mental polaroid of the way he looked; no other words to describe it—but beautiful.

he inhaled and held it for a second before gripping my chin and bringing me to his lips. i opened my mouth when he forced his pointer finger in and inhaled the smoke he gave me.

i have him twinkling eyes before detaching my lips from his and blowing out, immediately going to kiss him passionately on the lips.

“rough day?” his lips mumbled on mine, his grip on my wrist so tight that it was thrilling.

i nodded and leaned over to kiss his shoulder as he took the joint and pressed it to his lips, inhaling slowly and tilting my chin up to release the smoke into my mouth.

i inhaled and exhaled, watching him intensely as he watched me.

the way his eyes danced over my features.

the way my eyes danced over his features.

“wanna kiss you,” i mumbled and grabbed his chin, pressing a kiss to his bottom lip and his bottom lip only.

he captured the space in between my nose and mouth with his top lip, swiping his tongue in between. i opened my mouth and gave him access, hands reaching up to run them through his beautiful blonde hair.

i pulled away and have him another kiss without my tongue and leaned my forehead on his.

“what happened today?” he asked.

i shrugged. “school’s just getting stressful.”

“baby, just drop out with me,” he joked, but when he saw my unamused expression he sighed. “i love you.”

“j, what has john b and pope said to you about us?” i asked with thought.

he looked up as if he were looking at the thoughts up in his brain. “i don’t know. they’ve said to dump you because we’re not good for each other.”

“yeah, kie’s said the same things.”

he cupped my face in his hands, looking into my eyes but far past them. he was looking into my mind, into my soul and capturing my heart. “you know i’ll never listen to them right?”

“yeah…”

“look at me,” jj said. “you will always be my girl. my baby. nothing will ever change that.”

“i love you.”

next to jj on the boat, i was having a deep conversation with kie.

j was drawing circles on my thigh with his thumb, talking to pope and john b about something.

i sat up and crawled into jj’s arms, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“i think you guys are crazy,” cleo said.

sarah nodded. “i know the boys and kie have already said stuff about it, but are you sure you guys are good for each other?”

i shrugged. “the surest i’ve ever been anything in my entire life.”

one would say our love was safe. but i think the opposite. it’s so dangerous. we’re so obsessed with each other, that if one were to leave the other, the whole world would fall apart. maybe e peril was the absolute thrill of it.

“wanna go for a swim, mama?” jj asked, tapping my thigh to get up.

i nodded and stood. fixing my top and helping him up.

once we were both at the edge of the boat, i grabbed his hand and gave him the eyes i always did—mesmerized.

“3…” jj started.

“2…” i continued.

“1!” he finished and jumped off, pulling me with him at the connection of our hands.

we made contact with the water, surfacing to hold each other in our arms, needing to be as close as possible.

our friends watched with amusement. sarah took a breath. “they will never go tired of each other.”

john b shook his head and pope scoffed. “never.”

a/n: hope this was okay!!

ily!!

[blues824]

Hey hey! I've been stalking your blog and seeing these amazing posts you put out so I wanted to put one in real quick before you closed off request, perhaps can I get the side characters from obey me hearing something bad has been happening in the human world so they go to check it getting Intel from places to find what is going on and try to resolve it catching demon mc doing the harm to human world since it could put a damaging reputation on the student exchange course, since because of their spiteful and rude master which they had an pack with ultimately abusing their pack with demon mc so maybe demon mc has been put under hypnosis from their master that they are doing the harmful things.

So confronting demon mc master about abusing the pack demon mc protects their master speaking up in the conversation their master gets angered from them speaking in the conversation that they pull demon mc hair yelling at them telling them to stay out of it hearing demon mc cry of pain from hair tug so hearing it makes them snap at demon mc master and resolving the issue

Gender-neutral reader.

Trigger Warning: Abuse of a pact as well as the reader, Hurt/Comfort??, Harry Potter references, making jokes out of a dark situation

Preface: You are the significant other of [insert demon], sent to the Human Realm for the exchange program.

Diavolo

You were one of the exchange students that was sent to the Human Realm for the program, and he had received word that you weren’t doing well. In fact, you were portraying very destructive behavior, which was very uncharacteristic of you.

Upon seeing him again, you ran up to him and begged him to save you from your master, but then a man walked up and pulled you by the hair while shouting at you. This made the Demon Prince absolutely furious, and he grabbed the man and threw him across the hallway.

Then, after making sure the guy was dead, he made sure that the pact would be severed. You devoured the human’s soul as per the agreement in the contract, and Diavolo made the proper preparations to bring you back home. He let the other demon student know to not make a pact.

Barbatos

His Highness had informed him that his significant other was being destructive in the human realm, and he used his powers to see what was going on. What he saw made him lose his usually calm composure. Had Diavolo not been there, he would have destroyed the entire Human Realm.

The second he got to you, you were clinging to him and crying and begging him to help you when the man you were in a pact with pulled you by the hair. I hope the mans likes dirt because he’s gonna be eating it very soon.

Guy was dead and on the Hogwarts Train to Hell by the time that Barbatos had you in his arms again. He gently ran his hands through your now-messed up hair, hoping to relieve some of the pain caused to your scalp. But don’t worry. He would go to Hell just to kill the guy all over again.

Solomon

Demons can have multiple different pacts with multiple different people, and you were in a pact with him as well as your abuser. He would use his magic to see how you were doing, when one day there was something wrong because he couldn’t sense you. He immediately went up to the human realm to see what was wrong.

That’s where he saw your master dragging you by the hair and shouting at you for not obeying him. Solomon’s only thought was Oh, hell no and he Avada Kedavra’d the dude out of the human realm on a non-stop Weasley car trip to Hell.

In the end, everything turned out to be alright. You were bloodied and bruised because of the man, and he was disgusted by the acts that humankind could pull without any remorse. Your boyfriend whipped out a small handkerchief and rubbing alcohol to treat the small cuts, using a tender hand as he went.

Simeon

Once Diavolo had told him that there was something wrong with you, that man that decided to put his hands on you better start kneeling on his knees to pray because the Wrath of God was about to condemn him to Hell. Actually, there is no point for that anymore.

Seeing you beg him to help you made his heart break, and he was in his archangel form in mere seconds. In the clouds, you could see the other archangels (even Michael), backing Simeon up. The human has now shit his pants and requires a diaper change.

After sending that douche canoe to go to the Celestial Realm just to get his credit card rejected at the Pearly Gates, Simeon felt as though he could finally let out a breath of relief after making sure that you were alright. He definitely requests a replacement for you in the exchange program.

[sombrashe]

content drug dealer!Troy x weed smoker!Reader, chubby! afab! gn! reader, drug mention, lots of dr♡g content, reader is a little dr♡ggie 🫶🏻, it's just weed, pubic hair, cunnilingus, blowjob

note(s) this is not at all edited, i wrote this on my phone and need to post it immediately ♡ this is for all my slutty virgins

Huffing you follow closely behind your friend. Her hand is intertwined with yours, but you still feel like you could easily lose her in the crowd. You weren't exactly sure whose party this was all you could tell was they threw ragers based off the noise level that only grew the further down the block you walked. Despite the bruised ribs from randoms elbows you made it to the front door in one piece.

"Hey Charlie!"

Ahhhh so this is Charlie. Smiling you give the blonde woman a quick nod. Your friend keeps her grip on your hand and you suddenly feel like a child whose mom just saw a friend at the grocery store. You manage to keep your patience the people in like behind you two more than annoyed enough. After a good few minutes Charlie kind of shoves your friend forward with the promise of finding her later. Making your way inside, you're surprised at how dingy the house is. From the outside it looked gorgeous with the dark masonry complimenting the lighter woodwork. You barely have time to check out the area before you're being led down a hallway and into a white tiled kitchen. Now this is what you were expecting. Granite topped counters, sparkling white tiles at your feet and sea green back splash adding a pop of color to the medicinal styled room. It was a gorgeous room and you got to take a longer look before you are led to the opposite side.

"Troy... Troy! Hey! This is my friend. Yeah, the one i was telling you about. Yeah. It's their first real party."

She punctuates her sentence with a gently shoulder bump. You have absolutely no idea who this man was. He was ridiculously hot though. You find yourself unable to look away as he conversed with your girl. Only when he takes a glance at you do you break your eye contact. Heat creeps up your neck as you slowly look at him again. Trying hard not to seem eager at getting an eyeful.

"Troy."

He extends his hand and you shake it. Awfully formal for a house party. You can't help but think theres something more to this guy. The way he held himself and how he was alone but in a deliberate way. This is the dealer I was telling you about. Your friend mutters against the shell of your ear. The music thumps in tandem with your heart as you try to give a polite smile. Theres no way this guy will want to sleep with me.

A few months ago your friend was so excited to tell you about the new drug dealer who moved in down the street. His house an immediate hub of activity. She blabbed on and on about how cute he was and how she couldn't wait to introduce you to him. You let her have her moment and listened carefully to every word she said.

"... So I told him about you and he really wants to meet you! Showed him that cute photo of you when you got your hair done last week."

You were shocked to say the least. Why the hell did she tell him about you? And why did he really want to meet you? These were both questions you verbalized and her response had heat rushing to your head.

"Oh well he normally gives discounts to pretty girls, especially the ones willing to sleep with him, but i think he's willing to make an exception for you. He said he loves your style. Thats a huge compliment coming from him."

You blink up at her and move from your lying position to sitting fully upright. Sleep with him?

"I haven't even tried his shit yet. There's no way I'm giving head to a dude with shit weed."

Your friend just hopped down beside you and bumped the contents of her Sephora bag onto your lap. Two packs of edibles, an eighth and a cart bounced onto the fat on your thighs. Taking a moment to look through everything you finished your investigation by opening the baggie and taking a wiff. Your friend sat by expectantly, waiting for your response.

"Just because it smells good doesn't mean it is."

She sighed and flopped back onto your bed.

"Then try it silly. Thats the whole point. If it's as good as Jessica says it is then you could put that mouth to good use and score us some freebies."

You mumble under your breath saying nothing of real importance. Sliding open your bedside table you removed a small red and pink speckled bowl. Alongside the bowl you pull out a hello kitty grinder and a paper plate. While your friend plucks a few bits of the bud from the baggie you open your grinder and let her place the small pieces onto the spikes. Closing the lid you twist it a few times checking once to make sure there was none stuck. Carefully, using the plate to catch and fallout, you start packing the bowl. Picking up the few little bits that fell from your fingertips you dust them on top of the packed bud. Slipping the plate and grinder back into the drawer you replace them with a plain black lighter. Clicking it on you raise the bowl to your lips and take a breath. Holding it for a moment you soon exhale a cloud of dilapidated white smoke. Smacking your lips you make a show of trying the bud. Another hit. Another exhale. And you're passing the bowl over to your girl.

"Okay so maybe I am willing to meet this new guy."

"I'll introduce you." She puffs proudly in between coughs.

He mirrors your polite smile with one of his own, a bite of something more behind his pearly whites. Squeezing your arm your friend excuses herself to go and find Charlie. You watch her go before turning back towards the tall man. God he has to be at least 6 foot. And handsome as hell. Taking a step closer you lean up hoping he takes the hint. He does and leans down so you can speak against his ear. The music much too loud for regular conversation. You introduce yourself, a manicured hand gently gripping lean muscle. You got them done especially for him. Your friend explaining he goes for the ones with longer nails, "maybe he likes being scratched." She had giggled. Her eyes bloodshot.

"How do you know Layla?"

His voice is a deep rumble coming straight from his chest as he spoke lowly. A conversation for just the two of you.

"We've been friend since middle school, met in math class. We were both in one of those higher level classes. Never got anything done though."

You give a small laugh and squeeze at his bicep making sure he feels the blunt edges of your nails gently pressing into his polo. He's so close you can feel him smile against your helix.

"Sounds like you had a lot of fun."

"I'm always having fun. I love fun."

It was corny, but it worked. His left hand leaves his side and finds its way against the small of your back. Guiding you he stays hunched over for a few more moments.

"Then I think I have something you're going to love."

Straightening he's at his full height as he walks side by side with you through the crowded living room. Red solo cups and beer bottles clink on the wooden floor as you shift through them. You catch your girls eye and give her a small wave and a oh my god he's so fine look. You see her start to make a thumbs up before you're ushered into a small room. The room was bare except for a table almost displayed in the middle of the room. He places you in front of the table and you wait patiently as he moves over to the small closet in the corner. Shifting through a few things he seems to find what he was looking for and with a smile shakes a fairly large metal box in your direction. Coming back to the opposite side of the table he spends like ten whole minutes organizing and placing different products onto the table. Your jaw drops slightly at the amount of strains he had placed in front of you. Once he's finished he opens his arms wide with an award winning smile.

"Ta Dah. I have a gun so don't try taking my shit."

You shake your head and scoff.

"Im trying to see your dick not get shot."

His grins turns wolfish as he plucks a small baggie with no label. Opening it carefully he plucks out a piece of bud and holds it up to you. You lean forward and take a quick sniff. Loud as hell. Fuck he smells good. Opening your palm you examine the piece under the lamplight. Deep orange speckles with dark green in a gorgeous cacophony of color.

"Whats the strain?"

You move the piece of bud from one hand to the other.

"Hybrid."

Rubbing your fingers together you feel just how sticky they are.

"How much?"

Another sniff

"For you? On the house tonight. How much do you want?"

You pause and raise an eyebrow. Free?

"An ounce?"

You say it more like a question. He responds by plucking the piece of bud out of your fingertips and drops it back into the baggie. Wrapping the baggie back up he pockets it before looking back into your eyes.

"Wanna see any others?"

He drums his fingers across the table. You shake your head.

"An ounce will be enough for the month. If i need more i'll be sure to come straight here. Do you have any papers? Preferably pre-rolled. I don't like getting my fingernails dirty."

You wiggle your nails at him and he actually takes your hand in his to look at them. You weren't expecting it and blushing heat fills your cheeks. He hums in agreement. He's so gentle when he releases your hand before packing up. Clutching your hand in the other you watch him meticulously put every baggie into the box. Carefully stacking them on top of one another.

"On the house. You do that for everyone who wants to give you head?"

"Only the ones I actually want it from. Youre one of the lucky ones."

He flashes you another wolfish grin before turning to hide that box away. You make a point not to watch as you wait patiently.

"My papers are in my room. You can wait down here while I grab 'em."

"Do you mind if I come with? I'm a little picky."

He makes the few steps from the closet to you. Holding out his arm he waits until you're wrapped around him. Leading you through the door he pushes past people bent over taking a bump. You straighten and stay close like the sweetest piece of candy. The stairs are tricky, people slumped over half asleep and you have to trail behind him. He keeps your finger interlocked though and you know for sure he's wrapped around your finger. At least for the night. Hopefully many nights. Hooking a right you walk into a master bedroom. It was huge with a giant plush bed resting in the corner. Is that a fucking mirror?

"You have a mirror above your bed?"

"Yeah. I find it helps my clients cum faster when they can see me fucking 'em. You mind?"

"Oh. Right. Sorry."

You turn around and listen as he rustles around seeking out his product. Was he going to make me watch? God you hoped so.

"m'good."

You turned back around and towards his bed. Laid out were a few different types of wraps. You walked over and placed a hand on his arm. Scratching at him with a pout.

"I'll take any pre rolled, i don't care. I'm in your room now. Can we move on?"

"Thank god."

He grabbed up the wraps and discarded them on top of his spotless dresser. He's cupping your face within a blink. His lips crash against yours and you taste the faintest hint of Mary on his lips. The kiss is brutal and you smush your face closer to his. Teeth nicking lips. Tongues licking lips. And all you can do is moan nice and pathetic for him.

"You're like really hot." He mutters out loud.

His hands float from your neck and jaw to your hips where he pulls you nice and close. You feel how hard he is through his jeans. Reaching down you cup him. Trying your best to rub at him through the denim. He groans and grinds into your hand. He's back to cupping your jaw and his thumbs rub at your cheeks. His lips never leave yours and you swear you weren't going to have any left if you kept this up. You decide to pull away and looked up at him. His eyes are stormy. Fuck he made you wet. You fight the urge to pull him back into a kiss. His lip has a split down the middle and you realize you have a matching one on the top lip. He doesn't wait even a moment before he's pushing your jaw up so he can mouth at your neck. Sucking in some of your flesh he chews on it before letting go. Moving down a bit he leaves wet bruises in his wake. Licking at your collarbone he chews on the fleshy bone. All the while you're undoing his belt to let the tip of his cock poke out of his briefs. Squeezing at the length of it you occasionally rub the tip of your finger against his slit. He pulls away just enough to pant at your slick skin. Bumping his forehead against your chest he replaces your hand with his. Yanking down his pants he let them pile at his ankles. You take the hint and gently pull at his hair to remove him from your chest. Sinking down to your knees you roll his briefs down his thighs and over his knees. He shrugged off his jacket in the process and his leaking cock jumps against his t shirt. Olive green darkening to an army green as his cock leaks a wet spot. You hum and take him in your palm. Taking the tip of his cock in your mouth you suck gently on it. It tastes surprisingly sweet and you hum directly against him. He groans out and cups the back of your skull. He doesn't push down and you appreciate it greatly. Letting spit fill your mouth you wait until you get a good bit. Letting it leak from behind your lips you use your palm to slick his shaft. You move fingers over veins and pull away to lap at his slit.

"You taste so good. Such a pretty dick."

His hips jerk and this time he forces your head back down onto his cock. You smile and swallow around him. Pushing yourself you swallow inch by inch until you can fully relax to take him down your throat. The patch of hair that leads from his belly button to right above his pelvis tickles the tip of your nose. So fucking pretty. As you bob your head he lets out the sweetest noises. Moans and whines fill your ears. His hips jerk every time your nose touches that patch of hair. You feel his abdomen clench as he tries his hardest to stay still. Scratching gently at his hardened abdomen his skin jumps a few times. He grabs at your wrist and keeps his grip loose as to follow your actions. Squeezing his spit soaked cock you suck at his tip a few more times.

"'m 'boutta cum."

You hum in acknowledgment and continue to jack him off into your mouth. It doesn't take long before his hips surge forward and he's filling your mouth. Salt coats your tongue and you greedily milk him dry. Swallowing every drop you pull away from him completely and wipe at your mouth with the back of your hand. He crouches down and sticks his tongue in your mouth. Making out with you for a few minutes before pulling away beaming.

"G'nna let me taste you?"

You lick at the bone of his jaw. Chewing on it before answering.

"First time i've been asked that." You give a short laugh.

He looks into your eyes suddenly serious. "Go on 'head and get on that bed."

You suck in your bottom lip. Standing you pull off your slacks. He looks at your exposed cunt. Looks back up at you. Then finished by making eye contact with your cunt again. He presses a sloppy kiss against the fat of your labia. Kicking off your jeans, socks and shoes you climb onto his bed. Stretching out you arch your back before settling down facing him. His cock is already hard again and rests against his abdomen. His shirt having been discarded during your little show. Crawling towards you he looks up at you over your belly.

"Just know, this is the first time i've eaten a client out."

Heat washes over you and causes you to clench around nothingness. Using his thumbs he spreads your folds apart. They split with a wet squish. Reaching down you gently run your fingers through his hair.

"So pretty. Bet you taste so good."

He's leaning in, his tongue out and waiting. Flattening it out he presses it against your clit with a low groan. You feel heat burn at your eyes as his tongue gently laps at your clit. It's overwhelming how good this feels.

"Wait do that again... fuck. Right there. Thank you thank you thank you."

you can't help but chant praise as he follows your lead. Only breaking it to give an experimental suck. When you react positively he follows a routine. Lick, suck, lick, suck. You say his name in warning already feeling yourself worked up enough to cum.

"Hold on. W'nt you to cum on my tongue."

He replaces his tongue with his finger and you let out an annoyed huff. Kicking your leg down you connect your heel with hid shoulder blade.

"Oh come on. I can get you there again."

He rolls his shoulders giving you a warning glare. You just roll your eyes a slump back.

"You ruin every clients ability to cum?"

"Just the one's i think deserve a little extra time."

Even though there was anger at having been kicked bouncing around his eyes he gave you a genuine flirty smile. He takes a moment and starts circling your clit with the pad of his pointer finger.

"Tell me how you want it."

His words flip your stomach as butterflies threaten to burst out of you. You give him simple instructions: "just like that." "No wait do that again." "Can you try something?" He follows every order with great precision like he was made to be in between your legs. You're so turned on you're not even thinking about much better he can make it. Saying something too soft to make out he plunges his tongue inside your dripping cunt. You let out a mewl as he flicks his tongue inside of you. No one has been so attentive like him and you start to get lightheaded. Dragging your nails gently against his scalp you egg him on with a crescendo of noise. Removing his hand from your clit he reaches up slightly and roughly tugs at your pubic hair. Your hips jerk and you let out a shout as you grind incessantly against his face. He takes turns causing you that small amount of pain before rubbing at you. You're so close now. You can feel the heat in your lowers abdomen start to smolder. So close. So close.

"Please don't stop."

He mumbles something into your cunt but it's far too mumbled to even begin to decipher. He keeps his actions strict his only focus right now was to make you cum. The way he laps at your core tells you all you need to know. Soon that heat bursts and you're gasping out a cry. Your thighs clench around his head and he gets buried in soft skin. Removing his hands from you he reaches to clutch at the fat of your lower belly. He seems to be enjoying himself just as much as you. The vibrations of his moans and sharp whines help tumble you further and further. When you're finished and calmed enough to relax your legs he gets to work pressing gentle kisses all across your pretty soaked cunt. When he leans back you're able to sit up. You immediately feel the need to lay back down when you get a look at him. His styled hair was a complete mess, sweaty strands sticking to his forehead. His lips and chin were covered in your essence, slick that he licked his lips to get. It's his eyes that cause your stomach to clench, oceans of blue darkened and pupils blown so wide you might as well of been looking into a black hole the way they sucked you in. If he wasn't gorgeous before he certainly was now. Especially with the cum stain on his shirt. He came by eating me out... i wanna fuck him so badly. He stands and offers you his hand. You slide your palm against his and he helps you onto your feet. And then holds onto you as you stumble your bones feeling like jello. He chuckles and tucks some hair behind your ear.

"Don't go falling for me now."

"Corny." You let out a snort of a laugh and he grins triumphantly.

Straightening you up he waits until you're able to stand without shaking before letting go. He leans down and yanks his brief and jeans back onto his hips. Leaving you unattended you dress yourself as he goes through a closet finding a new shirt to wear.

"You can go 'head and pick any cones you want. Here's your ounce."

He chucks off his shirt and tosses it into a pile of clothes. He removes the baggie he stashed earlier and tosses it your way. You catch it and slip it into your pocket. You were used to this part. Going through the cones you settle on some hemp ones. Pocketing those too you start to head out when he calls to you.

"This better not be the last time I see you."

"Trust me, after tonight I'm a regular."

He chuckles and pulls on the chosen top of the evening. It's the last thing you see before you're closing the door with a click.

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It’s the most wonderful time of the year… {3}

{This wasn’t supposed to be happening right now, Chris Smith had been all set to leave his trailer and head out into the night for his date, but when Adrian Chase comes knocking at the door there is always trouble.

Bored with patrolling around Evergreen Adrian knew exactly where to go, hang out with his bff at his place only things don’t go to plan, and next thing he knows he’s offering to decorate Peacemakers trailer for the holiday season but there is a small catch attached.

There were bad ideas and then there was this one stupidly agreeing to go out with a work friend, leaving you zoning out of the conversation because instead you were thinking of someone else the whole time, but then a chance falls into your lap to win back the night only it’s hanging out with the very last person you wanted to see right now.}

Part Three under the cut

Time travels differently around here as it seems to have actually stopped, but neither Adrian or his elf friend care, as you decide to drink as many bad coffees as you could to help sober up and just stay alert.

Several hours pass in a blur of noise and arguments from staff and patients, nothing new for you to see here but when you spot a familiar face moments later, you jump out of your seat in a hurry to rush after them because they might just be able to help you.

“Hey, Jason!” You call out to the last person that you actually wanted to see right now, seeing how he had just left you at the bar earlier.

“What are you doing here?” Questions Jason with what could only be described, as a very shocked look on his face.

“I’m here with a friend, I didn’t realise you were working tonight?” You explain with a smile on your face, whilst wondering when did things get so awkward.

“Well you would’ve known if you had paid any attention to me earlier and not just zoned out.” Jason retorts bitterly, because clearly now wasn’t the time to be asking him any favours but you persist.

“That was pretty fun, but Jason I need your help.” You begin in a low voice as you then continue “Could you see my friend real quick, I think he’s concussed but I want to know for certain.”

“You do know that you are qualified to assess people as well right?” Retorts Jason with a smug laugh and a scoff combined which makes a fucking ridiculous noise.

“Of course I do!” You snap angrily as you then start to explain “We’ve been drinking and I’m worried that I might miss something-“

“Did you meet another dude after me?!” Jason questions in disbelief whilst you shake your head in the negative.

“No! I know this guy from around we met up had a few drinks and then started dancing but then he fell onto a glass coffee table you get the idea.” You explain in one long and hurried breath, ending with a smile on your face for luck.

“Sounds like a pretty fucking messed up date to me.” Jason responds with a loud sigh as he then asks “So you want me to check out your friend real quick and then you will both leave?”

“Er, sure.” You nod in the affirmative which seems to please Jason even more.

“I know you don’t see me as anything other than a friend, but just know woman have been hounding me yet I wanted to chose you.” Jason states back on his bitter bullshit as he rewards you with a pretty pissed looking face.

“Well that’s not my fault, we were friends and you said let’s go out for a drink I didn’t realise it was a date!” You explain in an annoyed voice, because once again this whole conversation was going way off topic.

“You didn’t realise how I felt for you? After all this time and what, now you come to me begging for a favour!” Jason snaps angrily still clearly hung up on what had happened earlier.

“Just a small favour.” You explain with a smile hoping that it would help him decide your fate.

“Fine, fuck it! Where is your friend?” Jason questions waving his hand behind your head motioning towards the waiting area.

“Oh over there!” You turn and quickly point at Adrian, noticing both him and the elf were watching you both very carefully.

“The idiot dressed as an elf?!” Laughs Jason with another full on snort, which makes you roll your eyes back at him.

“No, the guy next to-“

“That guy?!” Jason announces loudly at the same time that you tell him, to lower his damn voice.

“What’s wrong with him? Also what happened to the elf guy-“

“It’s not him that you should be worried about.” Jason states with a nod as he takes a step closer, and starts talking quietly into your ear.

Adrian watches as you talk to the dude in the white lab coat, wondering if he was someone you knew and if so what was the connection, because he didn’t like how the guy was looking at you at all.

Disliking him on sight purely because he had taken you away from him, makes Adrian scoff to himself as he spots the elf guy grinning back, which only leaves him rewarding his new friend with a confused look.

“Don’t be too mad, your girl definitely isn’t into that guy over there so just play it cool.” Elf guy nods back in a low voice.

“I’m not mad-“

“Well your face says otherwise!” Laughs elf guy as he adds “It looks like you want to punch that dude right into next week!.”

“Does it-“

“Just tell your friend how you feel, because there is definitely something between you two I know it.” Elf guys states with a wide smile on his face.

“I don’t know dude, what if she laughs at me or worse doesn’t want to talk to me ever again!” Adrian practically shouts unaware that his elf friend, had suddenly walked off with who he was waiting for, leaving him ranting all by himself.

“I mean I couldn’t take the disappointment if she said no, we work together it would be a disaster I-“

“Are you ok?” You ask Adrian who was sitting by himself ranting loudly about what you were unsure.

“I’m just telling the elf guy-“ Adrian stops talking when he notices for the first time, that his talking buddy had left him sitting there alone.

“You did see him too right? The elf guy was real!” Adrian pleads for you to believe him whilst you arch an eyebrow at your teammate.

“How hard did you hit your head exactly?” You ask him worried all over again that he truly had a concussion.

“No, he was here he was real!” Adrian tells you with a wave of his hands as if to prove the point.

“Yeah, he was actually there but he left with his partner, the one who had an accident with a set of handcuffs.” You inform Adrian with a smirk when a wide smile creeps across his face.

“Sounds like my kind of party-“

“I’ve got someone to see you!” You begin with a smile cutting off Adrian explaining that “Jason will check you over he’s doing me a huge favour.”

“What does he get in return?” Adrian questions which makes you narrow your eyes back at him.

“Absolutely nothing, the guy owes me after being an asshole-“

“I’m gonna kick his ass!” Adrian yells standing up quickly from his seat, shoulders squared as he looked set to cause some damage.

“No! Just come with me and behave.” You tell Adrian in a firm voice, which he does after lowering his demeanour and giving you a firm nod.

Following behind you as you caught up with Jason at the reception desk, blatantly looking through the forms until he finds the right one, then with a nod in your direction he sets off back to his room.

Heading inside you hear Adrian close the door with a loud click, glancing back at him but he currently had an unreadable look on his face, which worried you but then spotting the fake smile on Jason’s face you pay attention to that instead.

“So what happened here then?” Jason asks Adrian who shrugs back at the doctor causing you to groan in annoyance.

“Like I’ve told you already, he just needs to be checked over after a heavy impact fall which I think has lead to a concussion.” You explain yet again, despite the fact that Jason wasn’t listening to a word you were saying.

“Someone bumped their head?��� Chuckled Jason which makes Adrian clench a fist, but you hold up a hand to stop him from doing anything stupid.

“Behave-“ You begin in a super low voice.

“This guy is a douchebag!” Cuts in Adrian in his normal voice which is pretty loud.

“So, Adam?” Jason begins looking back up at Adrian as he asks “Do you have any blurred vision or headache right now?”

“No I don’t, because all I needed was a nap earlier on I’m fine really but the nurse here begged me to get looked at so here I am!” Adrian states with a grin aimed at a less impressed Jason.

“So you just do anything that she asks of you then Adam?” Jason questions blithely whilst you glare back at him.

“If you mean that I respect her and the choices she makes then sure!” Adrian shrugs nonchalantly whilst you felt your heart swell at your teammates words.

“Sure.” Jason states whilst pulling a face but he then continues asking Adrian questions about what had happened.

“Can you just give me some painkillers and then we can go?” Adrian asks once Jason has finished writing, something down on his clipboard, a horrible smirk appearing on his face.

“Got somewhere to be?” Jokes Jason as he steps closer to Adrian, ordering him to sit down so he can check out the supposed patient.

“I would rather be anywhere else than here right now.” Adrian snorts back making you nod back in agreement, especially seeing how Jason was acting like a real dick right now.

“Oh I bet you would, but I don’t think this nurse will be hooking up with you because she is a bit of a prick tease.” Jason states darkly whilst your eyes widen, and you cannot stop Adrian from jumping out of his seat.

“Take that back!” Adrian snaps whilst shoving Jason hard against the nearest wall, knocking a shelf filled with books which comes crashing down beside his boots but that was the least of his worries right now.

“You chose this creep over me?!” Jason retorts pushing Adrian away with a heavy shove, the pair of them glaring at one another both with angry looks on their faces.

“I didn’t chose anyone-“

“Well Adam, I hate to break it to you but there isn’t a chance in hell that you’ll be getting your dick wet tonight.” Jason states with a smug laugh, as he puts his clipboard back down onto his desk.

“You fuck-“ Adrian throws himself at Jason who wasn’t prepared, as they both fall down to the floor, your teammate punching Jason as you let him get a couple of shots in.

“Get off me or I’m calling the cops!” Jason cries out which stops Adrian, at the same time he is thrown off the doctor hitting the floor yet again.

“Let’s go!” You shout at Adrian who kicks Jason once more as you both run out of the room, back through the depressing waiting area then straight outside to catch your breathes.

“What an asshole-“

“Thank you for sticking up for me!” You announce suddenly feeling completely overwhelmed by tonight, so you reach out for Adrian wrapping your arms around his wide shoulders, as you lean in for a hug.

“It’s ok.” Adrian replies quietly whilst placing an arm around your lower back, with each of you holding the other up, because neither of you wanted to break away first it seemed.

A horn is what makes you break apart, not for the first time this evening as you look up to see a cab stopping in front of you both, even more surprising when Adrian motions for you to get in after opening the door for you.

“Did you call-“

“Arranged it an hours ago, when I was talking to the Elf who we all saw in the waiting area.” Adrian cuts you off for clarity closely followed by a grin.

“You are so full of surprises Adrian.” You begin with a smile as you then add “Let’s go back to Peacemaker’s trailer.”

“What together? You still want to hang out with me after all this.” Adrian questions with an apprehensive look on his face.

“I can’t leave you alone remember, I need to make sure you’re safe.” You inform him with a laugh when you see Adrian’s smile, which was genuine and so damn cute.

“I definitely like the sound of that.” Adrian states with a chuckle, as the cab drives off into the night, anticipation still in the air between the two teammates.

For over an hour now Chris had been sitting here with Lita, enjoying it deeply when she had undressed in front of him, but now just wearing underwear she was refusing to go anywhere near him which was drastically ruining his mood.

Supposedly Lita had a surprise for him but it was after one in the morning, and Chris was getting pretty desperate enough to sneak to the bathroom even, and check the saved tabs on his phone with porn on the go what a great time to be alive.

A loud knock at the door has Chris hoping that it was for him, seeing the grin appear on Lita’s face as someone walks into the apartment, whilst he cannot believe his fucking eyes at what he was seeing right now…

“Let’s tag team!” Jonah shouts loudly dressed in a tight rubber Batman suit, complete with his peachy ass hanging out of said uniform.

“What the fuck-“

“Surprise!” Lita cuts him off excitedly as she rushes over to Jonah adding “It’s time for you to team up boys and make me see stars!”

“Wait, you want me to fuck you with Batman in on the action? I cannot stand that pretentious motherfucker!” Chris snaps clearly this was the line reached, hell it had been crossed hours ago yet here he was.

“Either join in or just watch then I don’t care!” Lita retorts swiftly but not without adding “This would’ve been way more fun if you had just worn your damn Peacemaker suit.”

Chris watches as Lita pulls Jonah slash Batman towards her, placing her hands on his ass whilst his tongue did the talking, despite all of this he couldn’t look away as he watched them getting down to business.

What the hell was he doing here?

This night had taken so many turns, Chris shouldn’t even be surprised it had landed here, watching as Batman slash Jonah went down on Lita his head buried deep between her thighs.

“It’s not too late to join us?” Gasps Lita as she catches Chris watching, this was one of her all time fantasies and she needed both of them to take part.

“Fuck it.” Chris declares getting up from his seat on the couch, he had been in worse situations than this so he knew exactly what to do…

Arriving back at the trailer you soon learn that Chris never locks the window in his bedroom, and that’s how you find yourself climbing back into his place, noticing the large messy bed which despite the silk sheets looked rather inviting right now.

“Is that how you get in here?” You ask Adrian in a teasing voice, which makes him grin back with a nod.

“Sure, Chris never closes his window’s properly and I’ve crashed in that bed a few times as well it’s very comfortable.” Adrian explains nonchalantly, whilst you reward him with an arched eyebrow.

“Having sleepovers?” You question with a laugh at the image appearing in your head, Adrian being the little spoon whilst him and Chris snuggle together.

“Something like that-“

“Oh shit, we still have to clean up this fucking mess!” You cut off Adrian following behind him, as you enter the living area at the other end of the trailer, noticing the Christmas tree still lit up and looking pretty good.

“I can fix that, but could you go and look for some food because I’m starving!” Adrian delegates whilst already walking away from you, to head back towards the bedroom clearly on a mission.

“Because of course a woman’s place is in the damn kitchen.” You mutter not for the first time tonight, but regardless you do as you are told and look for something to eat.

Seeing how your plan was to refuel and then you definitely needed sleep, despite the time there wasn’t a chance in hell that you were sleeping here, not trusting yourself after what had happened between you and Adrian previously.

Because back in the cab earlier sitting next to Adrian you had felt an urge, especially after the hug before the car had appeared and ruined whatever could’ve been, seeing how you had also fantasied several scenarios featuring your teammate all the way back here.

Even more surprising was that Adrian had been silent all the way back as well, usually you would have to physically place a hand over his mouth, but this usually yielded different responses none of which helped at all.

So to be sitting beside Adrian whilst he was clearly lost in his own thoughts, it was a once in a lifetime sight seeing his brows furrowed, chewing his bottom lip whilst you had resisted the need to kiss him again.

All these stupid fucking feelings that you held down deeply before were rising to the surface, the ones you had tried to ignore but had alway left you feeling frustrated, like right now because all you could find in the fridge was a large chicken salad in a blue plastic bowl.

“Honey, that looks delicious!” Adrian says suddenly standing close beside you, as you proceed to jump out of your skin.

“Someone’s jumpy!” Laughs Adrian nudging his arm against yours, causing heat to flush your skin, which was definitely becoming a problem that you didn’t need.

“Just grab some forks, did you sort out the coffee table?” You ask Adrian who nods as he quickly looks away with a sly grin on his face.

Returning to the couch and the scene of the crime, you are not entirely surprised to see a blanket covering the mess, but it isn’t just any blanket it’s the American flag one that had moments ago been on Chris’ bedroom wall.

“I think Peacemaker is gonna notice that.” You tell Adrian with a laugh, whilst he shrugs and takes a seat on the couch.

“That’s a problem for future Adrian, right now I just want some of that salad could we sprinkle a bunch chips in there?” Adrian asks you with a smile as you silently nod back at him.

With the TV off and the kitchen lights on low the tree illuminates the whole room, a soft glow which made you feel safe as you silently ate with Adrian, even noting for posterity how cute he looked whilst eating…fuck you needed to get a grip.

Blaming the awesome job that you had done on the trailer, making it look as Christmassy as fuck which in turn made it almost look sort of romantic, perhaps if you squinted because this was an open opportunity that you needed to make it count.

Seeing how you were now at the last chance saloon because you couldn’t be walking around, with all of these ridiculous feelings about your teammate, it was now or never because Chris would soon return to his trailer and completely ruin the moment between you two.

“I can’t believe you work with that asshole, the one that I had the absolute fucking misfortune of meeting.” Adrian states with an annoyed look on his face, breaking into the silence which makes you slowly glance in his direction.

“Thanks to you hopefully I can avoid him now and never have to see his face again.” You reply with a smile back at Adrian whose face softens as if on cue.

“Well if he does bother you again, then your friend Vigilante will have to pay the guy a little visit.” Adrian informs you darkly, whilst not quite meeting your eye at the same time.

“That’s not necessary-“

“Oh, but it definitely is! You deserve a lot better than that douche bag and I won’t let him near you again.” Adrian tells you whole heartedly, his green eyes staring directly at you, which sets off the butterflies in your stomach just hopefully not alien ones.

“Thanks Adrian that means a lot that I’ve got you on my side.” You tell him sweetly complete with a sincere smile, watching as the flickering lights reflect off his glasses.

“I’ve always been on your side.” Adrian explains with yet another friendly nudge, his shoulder brushing your bare one which makes you shudder involuntarily.

“Are you cold?” Adrian asks whilst quickly glancing around the living area for inspiration, until he finally decides that his arm is adequate enough sliding it slowly around your shoulders.

On cue you freeze up feeling his warm fingers brush against your arm soothingly, it’s then you find yourself enjoying the moment as you turn to face Adrian, with him looking cockily back in your direction.

“Feeling better?” Adrian asks in a low but concerned voice, making you nod back in the affirmative with a shy smile.

Adrian the guy who claims not to have any human emotions, but was pretty good at seeing right into your soul, unless he was able to observe people better now but you were always quite easy to read.

“How’s your head now?” You ask him whilst resisting the impulse to run your hands through his hair, feeling those unruly curls gliding through your fingers.

“Fine, how are your lips?” Adrian quips back with a wide smile, whilst his eyes shoot down to the aforementioned body part.

“Good, how is your thigh?” You question with a flirty giggle that unashamedly escapes from your lips.

“Healing nicely nurse, but it might need a little kiss for luck.” Adrian grins back from enjoying the delightful noise that you had made a little too much.

“Oh, but it’s a real shame I’m off duty right now.” You joke back glancing down at your teammates thighs, but instead something else gets your full attention making you open your mouth.

“That’s so unlucky, because I’ve got a big problem that might just need your help right now.” Adrian tells you in a deep voice, complete with an almost pained expression on his face.

“I can see-“

“Shit, I’m making this really fucking awkward aren’t I?” Begins Adrian cutting you off whilst at the same removing his arm and starts babbling that “Chris likes to tell me when I’m being awkward, and I feel that this is fast becoming one of those scenarios.”

“No, I was actually really enjoying the moment-“

“You were?!” Adrian cuts you off with an exasperated look as he exclaims “And now I’ve gone and ruined it I’m so stupid!”

“We can easily get back on track.” You begin whilst placing a hand on Adrian’s face, his eyes searching yours as you add “You’ve helped me out so much tonight I think I should return the favour.”

“You don’t have to-“

“Adrian, I want to!” You cut him off in frustration stating that “I definitely see me sucking your cock in my future.”

“Ugh that’s so hot!” Adrian shudders as you lean closer to him, taking this as your cue to make the first move, your lips hurriedly returning back to his just like long lost lovers.

Adrian’s tongue glides slowly across yours as you sigh back into his open mouth, letting the kiss intensify elicits a warm groan from yourself, causing your teammate to pull you onto his lap in one swift move his thick thighs making your legs spread wider apart.

“I can’t believe this is happening-“

“Believe it!” You announce hurriedly cutting Adrian off as you pull up your tank top, throwing it behind you as you spot the look on his face.

“Your tits are amazing-“

“Thanks for noticing!” You wink back then sigh when you feel Adrian’s hands, grip onto your waist pulling you closer onto his lap.

The erection that had made your mouth fall open earlier, brushing against your inner thigh causing Adrian to jerk his hips upwards, as you grind down into a seated position to hold him in place.

“You are going to be the death of me-“

“Now don’t get too excited.” You tell him in a cool voice, as he reopens his green eyes a playful glint in them as he licks his full bottom lip.

“I’ve thought about this moment for so long, and fuck I’m pretty close to ruining it again!” Adrian sighs impatiently, at the same time that you smile widely at his admission.

“How long?” You question glancing directly at Adrian who looked like he was unable to focus.

“Too fucking long! What about you how many times have you thought about me?” Adrian replies with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Pretty often, especially when I hit a certain spot with one of my many toys-“

“Oh fuck, I’m dead!” Adrian cuts you off as he leans forward to kiss you hungrily, whilst your arms wrap around his neck and desperate hands enthusiastically tug at the back of his long sleeve top.

“Take this off real quick before you go!” You announce with a giggle, tugging harder on Adrian’s top at the same time that he moves away from your lips.

Together you make short work of removing his long sleeve, and within moments Adrian’s head re appears with glasses askew and curly hair stuck to his forehead, but it’s the smug grin on his face that makes you fully stare.

“Wow-“

“You’re seen me shirtless many times being a nurse and all, so why are you wearing your horny eyes?” Adrian questions with a chuckle, because no matter what you would say he clearly already knew the answer.

“Because not only do I get to touch you like this.” You begin placing a hand flat on his lower abdomen, you move closer to his right ear and explain “I can do this as well.”

Letting your hand slowly glide down over the delicious ripple of abs, the ones that you so desperately wanted to taste but for now, you just let your hand rest on top of the bulge in his pants feeling his cock pulse from your touch.

Adrian groans when you bite his cherry red ear lobe palming him until he jerks his hips upwards again, causing you to lean back spying a zip that would conveniently help move things along, glancing up to clock the look on your teammates face.

“I can’t do this on your lap.” You decide out loud putting an impromptu plan into motion.

“Hey, come back!” Adrian cuts you off when you move off him, but then seconds later you drop down onto your knees,large eyes glancing back up through your lashes.

“Now, where were we?” You ask Adrian placing both of your hands on his shoulders, whilst a wicked grin appearing on your face at the same time.

Pushing Adrian back on the couch with a wiggle of one of your fingers, you wanted nothing more right now than to have your way with him finally, all of your fantasies were moments from becoming a reality.

It’s then your lips finally met warm skin and you proceed to slowly lick and kiss your way down his chest, until you stop at his trail of dark hair below his belly button, the treasure trail that could quite possibly be leading you to somewhere magical.

“Enjoying your make out sesh with my abs?” Adrian questions complete with a smile and an arched eyebrow.

“I’ve only just started.” You pout back eyes fixed on Adrian’s, whilst your hands work their own magic, deftly pulling down his zip which makes him hitch his breath.

Looking down you free him from the confines of his pants, watching as his cock bounces free, causing you to lick your bottom lip whilst Adrian groans in desperation as you make your first move.

“Oh fuck!” Adrian cries out as you waste no time filling your mouth with his dick, opening it wide as you take as much as you can of him, like a viper about to leave a mark on their victim.

For someone who was accused of having a thimble sized cock, you feel your pussy throb around nothing as he stretches your lips wide, he was thick and you were ready to suck the guy dry.

Moving your head painfully slow as you devour him with your mouth, it makes a smile cross your lips when you feel his hands grip onto your head, arching his hips to help deepen the position whilst you look up with salty tears stinging your eyes.

Adrian already looked fucked what with his glasses bouncing on his nose, and him biting his bottom lip hungrily as his green eyes watched your every fucking move, so it was time to put on a little show for him because he was already leaking into your mouth.

Introducing a hand you hold his cock tightly then proceed to suck on his head, practically making out with it tongues and all, as you increased the speed of your hand with every pump causing Adrian to let a strew of curses fall form his lips.

“I’m gonna-“

You move your hand and gladly swallow as much of Adrian as you can once again, feeling his release warmly coat your throat as his cock bounced in your mouth, trying not to choke but you wanted to taste every last drop of him on your tongue.

“Am I in heaven?” Adrian questions eventually with a shocked, but also sated look on his face.

“No, but I’m glad you enjoyed it-“

“Enjoyed it? That’s all I’m going to think about now when I jerk off.” Adrian states with a grin which takes a turn for the sexy, when he leans forward and kisses you.

Clearly tasting himself as his tongue collides with yours, causing you to grip a hand onto the back of his hair, liquid pooling between your thighs whilst an electric bolt of anticipation rocks through your body.

“Get back up here.” Adrian demands in a deep voice as he takes your hand to quickly pull you up, as you sit on your knees on the couch removing your bra in one move.

Readjusting his glasses you watch Adrian as his eyes are laser focused on your breasts, even under his obsessive gaze you feel like a million dollars, until he dips his head to taste your pebbled nipple and all thoughts fail to exist after that.

Letting his mouth choose between your two breasts, Adrian playfully continues to explore you whilst you balance your hands on his broad shoulders, leaning into his touch like your whole existence depended on it.

“Now it’s my turn.” Adrian states ordering you to lean back on the other side of the couch, resting your back against the taped up arm all the while your teammate spreads your legs at the knees.

“Before you start I think there is something that you should know.” You begin solemnly trying to hide smirk, which was threatening to appear on your face.

“What?” Adrian questions looking away from your thighs when he hears the tone of your voice.

“It’s just that I’m a bit of a screamer-“

“Being vocal during sex is a huge turn on for me, so be as loud as you want babe.” Adrian cuts you off with a statement of his own and a wink which makes you roll your eyes back.

“Noted.” You reply back with a laugh revelling in the delicious fact, that you were so comfortable around Adrian that you could joke whilst half naked and fully aroused.

“So, how long will it take?” Adrian asks tapping your thigh, also signalling with his hand for you to lift your ass in the air which you do like a good girl.

Watching him as his eyes take in the sight of you pulling down your underwear, he let’s it sit half way down your thighs whilst he openly gulps, making you feel completely exposed and loving every second of it.

“How long will what take?” You ask quietly watching as Adrian continues to tug your last item of clothing off, delighting in the fact when you are naked by biting his bottom lip with excitement.

“Oh, just wondering how long before I will have you screaming out my name.” States Adrian on an exhale, the blacks of his eyes looked blown which made him look intense to say the least.

“Well what are you waiting-“

You are cut off not for the first time by Adrian’s lips he sure did love to kiss, but you are so caught up by his tongue chasing yours, it isn’t until he is practically on top of you that a sigh escapes from your open mouth.

Having pulled down his pants already while you had been adjusting your position on the couch, Adrian has one of his thighs pressed bare up against your leaking cunt a smug grin on his face, as he rocks his leg up and down very slowly.

“Fuck you are soaking wet!” Adrian announces with glee, placing a large hand on your right thigh gripping the soft skin hard, which has you opening your legs wider so he could see your wet lips.

“What are you waiting for?” You question with a loud scoff, sounding very much like a brat, because you needed Adrian to do something right now.

“So inpatient.” Adrian begins with a laugh then slowly dipping his head between your thighs he asks out loud “Let’s see how many licks it takes to get to your centre.”

“Adrian, please-“

Applying barely enough pressure Adrian licks a faint almost imaginative line, down from the hood of your clit all the way to your asshole, which makes you gasp as he then moves his head again.

“Where is your clitoris again?” Adrian ask with glee whilst you reward him with a glare, but seconds later he has resumed his position and you feel his titillating mouth bruise exactly where you wanted it to.

Consuming your clit whole Adrian glides the top of his tongue, in ever decreasing circles over the pulse of your pussy, savouring the sweet taste as it leaks from your folds making him want to explore with his tongue deeper.

You cry out when two of his fingers spread you open, feeling your pussy muscles tighten as he fills you easily letting his digits glide in and out, causing you to gasp when his mouth decides to join in on the action.

“Finally you are putting that mouth to good use Adrian!” You practically scream as his fingers start to fuck you faster, obscenely wet noises make warm heat appear across your face.

Adrian is too busy to reply enjoying your hands pulling at his hair, whilst he was wishing that he could do this again already, only thing was that he desperately wanted to watch you come undone courtesy of his talented tongue.

Curling his fingers so they grazed your sweet spot with delicious precision, causing you to arch your back whilst your head was spinning, his mouth relentless in its quest to destroy you as your body is rendered helpless.

Muscles shuddering as Adrian performed his impressive dance with his tongue, whilst you feel your core tightening against the fluttering of pleasure that was building up, pretty soon you were about to free fall into oblivion the very idea makes you clench around his fingers.

Groaning in response Adrian speeds up his fingers as he continues to eat your pussy, almost as if this was his very last meal and he didn’t want to ever forget it, you choke out a breath gripping a hand into his hair as if it was your only lifeline.

“Oh fuck, I’m so close-“

“Come for me.” Adrian demands lifting his head momentarily, but then placing his mouth firmly over your clit which causes you to finally bloom.

Crying out loudly you continue to feel Adrian’s fingers pumping you, as he chases your orgasm which has your muscles spasming, whilst tears fall from your eyes as you try to remember how to breathe.

As the pleasure diminishes you have a wide smile on your face, carding a hand through Adrian’s hair as he continues to gentle coax you with his tongue, until he increases the pressure which has you reaching another high as you groan with pure delight.

“Okay, that’s enough Adrian.” You tell him pulling up his head by his hair, revealing a smug smile framed by puffy lips and those damn dimples.

“Must have more.” Adrian demands quietly but you shake your head causing him to sit up on his knees, whilst his thick cock is pointing in your direction waiting for you to take the lead again.

“I agree.” You nod with smile moving so you are back in your first position, straddling Adrian as he rewards you with wet kisses.

“Hey.” Adrian greets you with a boyish grin hurriedly readjusting his glasses, as you melt from the cute expression on his face.

“Hi.” You smirk back playfully.

“So, we are still doing this?” Adrian questions watching you carefully, whilst you nod back sincerely.

“I need to feel you-“

“Are you on anything? Otherwise I might have a condom in my utility belt.” Adrian cuts you off with an informative voice.

“On the pill, I’m good.” You begin with a nod of your head as you look down and continue “But I might not survive after sitting on your cock, dude you are truly hung!”

“Me, really?” Questions Adrian with a surprised look on his face.

“Sure thing! Now let’s see if you know how to use it properly.” You tease with a grin which makes Adrian scoff back in return, glancing back down at his thick cock that was more girth than length but you were impressed.

“You are going to be eating those words when-“

Adrian is suddenly incapable of speech when you rub your pussy lips against his cock, then without a second thought you start to sink down, feeling him fill you up so well the sweet burn a reminder of what was in store.

Sitting fully seated on Adrian now your eyes meet as he finally reopens his, feeling his cock throb against your muscles causes them to spasm in response, which makes the both of you groan in unison.

Adrian places his hands firmly on your hips then follows the curves downwards, gripping onto your ass cheeks as you take the hint and slowly start to bounce on his cock, seconds later he joins in on the pace which makes a laugh fall from your lips.

“I hope you aren’t laughing at me-“

“Course not! You are basically too good at this.” You cut off Adrian with a firm nod closely followed by as sigh as pleasure rebuilds inside once again.

“That’s true, but you get an honourable mention!” Adrian grins back as you roll your eyes back at him and he explains “But I’m enjoying this back and forth we have it’s refreshing to talk to someone whilst fucking them.”

“It really is.” You state back in a low yet sincere voice, wanting to remember this moment after you had finished being railed by an insatiable Adrian.

“Let’s change positions!” Adrian declares after a particularly deep thrust, which almost sends you off his lap but makes you laugh regardless.

“From behind-“

“Cowgirl but I get to see your ass!” Adrian cuts you off with a hopeful voice as he elaborates that “Just anything with that peachy ass please.”

“We need room-“

“By the Christmas tree then?” Adrian announces as you stand up from his cock, with him quickly following suit and moments later, you are both on the thin carpeted floor but somehow it’s romantic.

“Turn around.” Adrian demands as you quickly do as you’re told, cheekily bending down so your best feature is sticking up in the air.

Feeling one of Adrian’s hand placed flat on your lower back, you hear him move closer position in himself just so, then just before you give up on all hope he finally slides back in.

From this position his cock nudges the very spot that drives you crazy, as you meet each of his skilled thrusts with ease lost in the momentum, with heat rising over your body and that magnetic pulse of rocketing pleasure soon takes over.

“Fuck your pussy feels so good! I want you to touch your clit for me.” Adrian cries out with a jagged thrust clearly he was getting a close as you were.

Without saying a word you guide your right hand down between your thighs, rubbing two pads over the puckering bundle of nerves, making you shudder as Adrian increases his speed fucking into your pussy like his life depended on it.

Circling the clitoris with your fingers you start to feel the familiar sensation taking over, your body winding itself up tight moments before your core was due to erupt with euphoric pleasure, a gasp escaping from your mouth when it finally arrives.

“Fuck, you are so fucking tight when you come!” Adrian cries out chasing his own end, as you feel his release dripping out from your already saturated pussy.

“I like to keep my muscles in check.” You joke back with a sigh, falling onto your back on the floor with a light thud.

“Both me and my cock thank you for your services!” Adrian declares with a grin as he leans over you, placing his hands just above your head.

“You nerd-“

“Call me what you want but I just know that you had a lot of fun!” Adrian smirks smugly knowing for a fact that you did, because his tongue ached a little because of it but he would gladly do it again.

“I really did.” You glance up to see Adrian smiling back, but then he leans in for a soft kiss the perfect end to a very bizarre night.

Right this second Chris couldn’t decide what was worse, either no sex at all or bad sex which unfortunately he had experienced tonight, with a Batman fanboy in tow no less shuddering at the memory of what had happened.

If it had just been him and Lita getting it on then Chris would’ve had a great time, when instead Jonah kept wanting to join in by constantly waving his cock in Peacemakers face, just to get him to suck it whilst his date had wanted them both to plow her in unison.

Under normal circumstances this would’ve been fun but the Batman suit was off putting, plus Jonah was an annoying asshole so demanding during sex, even Lita had enough in the end chucking them both out in favour of her shower head apparently.

It was just his fucking luck that tonight had ended this way, with Chris feeling more frustrated than before knowing that, not even his flashlight could cope with the kind of desperation that he currently felt right now.

Noticing that his trailer was still standing strong as he exits the cab, Chris knew that at first light he would go out shooting either alone or with Vigilante, because blowing shit up was cool and also very distracting.

So much for tonight improving his mood though not to mention his libido, knowing that if he saw Harcourt he wouldn’t be able to cope, sure Chris was sounding pathetic but he took solace in the fact that he wasn’t as much of an asshole as Jonah was.

Grabbing his key from his pants pocket Chris walks into a silent trailer, noticing that the lights were on in the kitchen and he had a counter filled with empty beer bottles, surely he hadn’t drunk that many before he left earlier.

“Is anyone still here?” Chris asks out loud swearing that he heard a noise, but he is distracted by the mess on the floor a neat pile of his porn magazines.

“Adrian, I hope that you aren’t jerking off somewhere!” Chris chuckles then pulls a face as he steps over his collection of porno’s, some of which were valuable in knowledge and good old fashioned pleasure.

With his pet Eagle away and Chris left alone he wanted nothing more than to fall into bed, but something catches his eye as he gets closer to the living area, a large tree smothered in gold tinsel glowing softly against the yellow lights.

“Why are the lights even off?” Chris mutters out loud in annoyance.

“It’s romantic dude!” Declares Adrian nonchalantly but then flinches when you pinch him on the arm.

Switching on the lights causes Adrian to curse loudly whilst you place a hand over your eyes, the pair of you still on the floor now wrapped in the American flag blanket, both still naked and cuddled together on this cold December night.

“Dude, what the fuck?!” Chris shouts in an angry voice causing you to finally open your eyes again.

“We can explain-“

“Also what the hell happened to my coffee table? Please tell me that it wasn’t a sex thing.” Chris cuts off an imploring Adrian with a grimace on his face.

“No it-“

“Yes, it was a sex thing!” Adrian exclaims over you with a firm nod of his head, curls bouncing from the motion whilst you tut back at him.

“What did I say about not destroying my trailer dude!” Chris sighs weakly because he was well and truly done, with both this evening and all the shit it had entailed.

“Did you have fun tonight?” Adrian questions whilst leaning up on one of his elbows, exposing his bare chest in the process but he fails to even notice this.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Chris states darkly hoping that would finally be the end of it.

“That bad a night huh.” You retort back with a smirk, because Peacemaker liked to be overdramatic at times.

“What about you guys?” Chris motions with his hand from Adrian to the nurse, both lying under his well loved blanket, the one that had until now been tacked to his bedroom wall.

“Oh, we had sex!” Adrian states with a confident laugh.

“Both of you naked under a blanket was kind of a giveaway.” Chris retorts with a small grin, because at least someone had some fun tonight just sucked that it hadn’t been him.

“I’m so embarrassed-“

“You do look cute when you blush!” Chris announces to you with a laugh, noticing the red on your cheeks, and also the way that you kept covering yourself back under the blanket.

“Doesn’t she!” Adrian declares warmly, whilst keeping his arm around your waist for protection.

“Fuck it, I’m going!” You retort sitting up quickly, whilst so trying to protect your modesty.

“Wait you need to get dressed!” Adrian reminds you, whilst you just roll your eyes back at him with a grin.

“Well I hope you two didn’t do it all over my trailer, cos if you did then I’m gonna have to burn the whole place down.” Chris deadpans with a ragged laugh.

“Just under the tree, because it is almost Christmas after all..” Adrian states adding a wink for luck in your direction.

“Fine, I’m going to pass out so you guys can stay on the couch, but if I hear you two at it again I will chuck you out.” Chris demands in a tired voice, which makes his threat seem less menacing.

“I can gag him-“

“Adrian is pretty loud in the sack.” Chris comments with a nod, because he had firsthand experience on the matter.

“How do you know that?!” You question with a snort, surprised because Chris was actually right for once.

“Funny story-“

“Not really three AM funny Adrian.” Chris reprimands him, whilst shaking his head at the mess that once was his coffee table.

“Someone’s grumpy.” Adrian sulks back pouting his bottom lip, which makes him look super cute.

“Someone’s horny so either come join me in bed and I can show you, or just stay on the floor.” Chris demands in a challenging voice.

“Who are you talking to-“

“Both or neither I don’t care, let me give you your Christmas present.” Chris cuts Adrian off with a cheeky smile.

“If it’s a dick in a box then that’s a big negative.” You announce flippantly making Adrian look back in your direction.

“Thats a good SNL sketch-“

“Last chance guys!” Chris shouts as he leaves the living area to head to his room on a mission.

“What do you say?” Adrian questions indulgently.

“I say-“

“Let’s do this?” Adrian questions whilst cutting you off in a very excited voice.

“Let’s-“

“Get this party started, happy almost holidays and a merry ménage et trois everyone!” Chris shouts loudly, reappearing suddenly in just his underwear muscles and everything on show.

“Who is he talking to?” You ask looking around the living area in confusion, whilst trying not to look back at Peacemaker.

“I have no idea but I think we should definitely go join him.” Adrian shrugs with a smile, already moving the blanket away as he goes to stand.

“What will happen-“

“Hey wait! Did Chris try and break the fourth wall just then?” Adrian cuts you off thinking back to a few moments ago and what Chris had said to them.

“I think that’s just a marvel thing.” You reply with an indulgent shrug.

“What’s marvel?” Adrian asks with a wrinkled nose.

“Never mind .” You inform Adrian with a silly grin.

“So what’s the answer-“

“Think you could do that thing again with your tongue?” You ask Adrian with a cheeky smile.

“It would be my pleasure…”

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Stuck With Me: Peter Parker x OC

Cute Peter Parker slow burn, less spiderman action more just good ol awkward Parker.

Peter has been in a bad mood all month, but with soon to be divorced parents, trying to figure out what's wrong with him is the last thing Lani needs. Thankfully summer break is here. Lani, Ned, Peter, and MJ set off on the summer vacation road trip to California. Drama ensues

🕸️Chapter 2🕸️

Chapter 1

Master list

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He left me on read. He never does that, like ever. My thoughts begin to wander to attempt to make evenly winged eyeliner.

So much for keeping it positive.

Intrusive thoughts pile up in my mind. I'm not dumb enough to really believe that Peter now hates the mere thought of me; but the little "read" under my text makes me anxious all the same.

I being wracking my brain. Thinking of everything I have said to him in the past weeks. I mean maybe I said something to make him upset or did something and just not realize it. But honestly, it only makes me smile as I recall the jokes we cracked and fun we all  have had. Nothing bad is really coming to mind.

My screen is still void of any text notifications.

I check my refection in the mirror, smiling. I usually try to stay positive when it comes to my appearance. And I definitely can't complain of how my butt looks my black maxi skirt. I adjusted my white crop top, making sure the tiny cross stitched spider was visible. After a quick click of my off brand Dock Martins I decided humidity was a virtue and mirror time was over.

It was already 5:15, I didn't feel quiet ready but Ned would be waiting.

~15 minutes later~

"GET IN LOSER WE ARE GOING SHOPPING!" I yell as Ned walks down the apartment stairs.

He gets in the car "Hey."

"Hey." My smile drops and I hope it's subtle. The tone of his voice worried me. Silence between us is uncommon. I squirm a bit in my seat.

Seeing as he isn't going to make conversation, I speak up.

"Did you get the texts from me and Michelle?" I say.

"Yeah, I have no idea what's wrong with him. Maybe we will figure out tonight" he says quickly, shrugs and looks out the window. Silence fills the car again.

I know you can't sound like anything over text, but Ned sounded a lot peppier when we were messaging. What was going on with my friends?

"We should go see a movie after."  I make a lame attempt to kindle a conversation.

Ned seems to perk up a bit at this.

"Yes! The Joker is out!"

I laugh at this, I'd never been much for DC superhero comics. Especially when they are made up. It didn't really make a lot of sense why someone would make up a superhero and a supervillain when there are plenty to choose from that are real. Movie production companies have tried to profit off of rising superhero stars. The movies are never as good as the up close and real action.

I shrug "I'll see whatever you want bubby."

He winces at 'bubby' and goes back to looking out the window.

I feel my face getting hot. Ok mental note, after being called bubby for 3 years Ned now doesn't like it.

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH MY FRIENDS! Blasts in my mind. My only hope now was that Michelle was normal.

___

To my relief she was. We got to the diner at 6:04, Michelle sitting down at our usual table in the back. We try to sit in the back as to not disturb other customers. Our laughs are usually boisterous and frequent not to mention the cheeky jokes. And all being on the decathlon team, heated arguments or "debates" on some old dudes theories or such tend to heated. But we are high tipping customers so we don't worry about it too much.

"Hey guys surprised to see you have made it here alive." She jokes.

"I don't know where you got that I was a bad driver!" I motion for Ned to take a seat before I slide in next to him.

"Oh I think you know." She winks.

"what?" I look at her, perplexed before she shakes her head.

"Speak of the devil" she said just as Peter walks through the door.

The little bell at the top of the door gives a joyful ring. Peter flinches but his body quickly moved back into its slightly hunched position with a frown on his face. Oh great.

"Hey Peter!" I say as he sits down next to Michelle.

He looks into my eyes and gives a slight smile. But says nothing.

A waiter soon comes around with menus "Can I get you started off with anything to drink?"

"I will have a coke." Michelle starts.

"Same." Peter mumbles.

"Sprite." Says Ned cheerfully.

"Tea for me please and thank you." I say brightly, I had to stay positive. I am with my friends to get away from negativity, not have more of it.

Once the waiter left we all began talking. Peter slowly starts engaging more, and it seems to feel right again. Something about him is definitely off; though that does make me very worried about him, I know now was not the time to ask. I will just do my best to cheer my moody friend up.

I smile, mentally stepping back from the conversation, contentment filled my heart. There is nowhere I would rather be and no group of people I would rather be with. I mean they are the only friends I have...

Good Eats has become a favorite of ours. We started eating here for dinner or after school almost every weekend, for about 3 years now. It was cheap for the quality of simple yet delicious diner food. But it's usually pretty quiet in the evenings— (we learned the hard way to avoid it during the mornings where the line is out the door.) —a steady stream of customers usually taking things to-go. Which I don't get, a big part of this place being great is the aesthetic. It reminds me of a 70s diner and most likely opened then. Yellow booths, a jute box always playing great oldies music, kinda ugly wallpaper, and warm lighting. And the store owner is a really nice guy. He usually brings his grandkids. It's always funny when you get rung up by a 10-year-old or have your water refilled by a 7-year-old. Since we have been coming for so long so often, the owner has a special discount for us "I've got to treat my best customers right!"  he always says I'm pretty sure it's just a %10 student discount. We usually tip as much much as we can.

I snapped back into reality when I heard my name. I didn't really know who it came from.

"What?" I said shacking my head out of the clouds.

"We were asking about the van. Summer break is almost here, when is Caroline gonna be ready?" Ned asks

"Oh right, I would say just in time for school to let out." I say.

We have been planning our summer break since school started this year. It will be our last summer vacation ever, so it had to be epic. I always get excited butterflies from it, but it is usually mixed with dread too. Dread because I know when I get home my parents will be officially divorced. Not that I haven't known this was coming or that it needs to happen. It definitely does, I have a cup bruise on the side of my head to prove it.

No, nope stop! I feel my eyes watering. Internally I let out a big sigh. This summer vacation has to be perfect. I don't know what I will do if it's not.

"Alright let's go over the plans one last time," Peter says.

I smile reaching into my purse, and pull out a small, light pink, piece of paper. 1-10 lists of things we need to do while we are in California. We had decided a beach trip is definitely what we need.

I clear my throat and begin to read.

1. start off at Stark Tower to go over things with Tony such as Hotels, food reservations, and tickets

Did I mention all of this was Peter's early birthday gift from TS himself. We are all pretty jazzed. And by that I mean we about shit our pants when Peter told us.

2. head out across the country stopping at the finest Tony Stark hotels (hotels with penthouse suites that Tony has frequent so much he just straight up bought the hotels.)

3  get to LA and check out our crib

4. beach

5. Disney Land

6. More beach

7. eat at a super fancy restaurant

8. ruins of Mr. Stark's Malibu mansion

9. Santa Monica Pier

10. hike to the Hollywood sign

It was a packed summer for sure, but it had to be the best, it just had to be. My last slice of happiness before I move away with my mom, before I move from Queens to which ever relative my mom decides to move close to. Away from all of my friends, who are more of a family then my real ones. Who have gotten me through so much, stuck by my side through it all. And even feeling upset makes me feel like I'm a monster. I want to support my mom, but I don't want this! I don't want to be away from them. Away...I hate that word.

"You ok La?" Ned asks  his hand rests on my back, lightly rubbing it.

My cheeks grow warm with embarrassment- I was crying. And of course Ned's kind questioning made more tears flow. I quickly wipe my eyes with my sleeve, and give a quick fake smile to my friends. They look concerned, except Peter. He looks almost angry, this made me cry more. Amazing.

"Yeah I'm fine. I-uh-i yawned." I stammer, I yawned wtf, who would believe that?!

"What the hell Lani?! No one's yawns make them cry that much." Michelle said, her voice rose she was almost laughing at the dumb lie that came out of my mouth. But I knew she was just concerned.

Ned quickly drops his hand from my back, my head instinctively turning towards him. He's looking at Peter.

"I'm fine I, I-just." I paused. I had told them about my parents getting a divorce, but not much. More importantly, I hadn't told them I was moving, and I wasn't planning on it till the trip is over. If they knew it would just ruin the whole trip for me. Not to mention I was so scared to even say it out loud, it would just make it seem more real. I tried my hardest to not think about it ever. Yea I know it's is unhealthy, but it's how I'm coping now. Might as well let future Lani deal with it.

"It's just my parents divorce, it's getting close to the last of all the court stuff. I just, can't stop thinking about it." My face continued the hot embarrassed sensation. I felt my under arms tingle and I could feel their eyes in me. My eyes stayed glued on my hands like my left depended on it.

There was a small pause. Oh gosh this is embarrassing.

"Lani, no madder what, you will always have us. We love you." Michelle finally said. Her tender words caught me off guard.

I looked back at her, giving a genuine smile "Thanks, that means a lot."

But the little voice in the back of my mind kept screaming Except they won't always be there for you.

"Are you guys ready to order?" We all jumped a bit as the waiter had finally returned to serve us. She placed each of our drinks in front of us.

After we ordered I had asked if we could just forget I said anything, what I needed was a fun night with my friends. They all agreed and once Ned had brought up The Joker, a new conversation sprung. I was just happy to not discuss anything family related.

___

Once we had all gotten and eaten our food, we decided to head to the movie theater to watch The Joker.

"Ok how about Peter pays for drink, Ned pays for Popcorn, and Lani pays for the tickets?" Michelle suggests as we walk into the theater.

"Um, that's convenient, seeing as you pay for nothing." Said Peter, slightly annoyed "and we should all pay for our own tickets, they are too expensive for Lani to pay for alone."

Michelle give a little snicker before we all decide it was every man for himself/herself.

I walk up to the counter, and smile brightly at the young man at the register. "Four tickets for The Joker, please and thank you."

"Sorry The Joker is sold out." He replies in a monotone voice.

"What?!" Ned exclaimed "but- I just checked online like 5 hours ago."

"Sorry The Joker is sold out" he repeats in the same voice. I don't blame him, he has probably had to say this so many people tonight.

"Hey, guys it's fine we can just pick another movie!" I say trying to lift their spirits.

"It 2 is out." Michelle offers.

Oh no

"Yeah I'm down" says Ned.

Oh no

"Yeah me too" says Peter.

Shit

Three pairs of eyes look at me. I give a sheepish smile. I get scared very easily, they know this, but I'm willing to take one for the team... even if it means I won't sleep for a few da-weeks. "Yes, let's go see It 2" I say in a fake enthusiastic tone.

I turn back to the man at the register "um, four for... It 2 please."

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The theater is completely empty, which makes it about 1099999373783298xs more scary. It's a pretty popular movie so the rows of seats absent of people makes it feel like the twilight zone. We look around, deciding to sit in the far back.

I see Peter hanging back, walking slowly behind us. Strategically, I begin to slow my pace; slipping behind MJ to sit beside Peter. If there is anything that will distract me from the killer clown, it's Peter. We enter the row and settled in. And Peter grabs my hand.

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I was going through my liked videos so

First dnd game with slime - maybe this is just your first game with him, first game ever, or maybe the first time meeting him. Its cute how excited he gets about it!

First request yippee :D

Comic Store Owner! Charlie x GN! Reader (Part 1 of 2)

I'm a bit rusty when it comes to my writing (especially xreaders), so constructive criticism is welcomed. The reader's pronouns are not mentioned besides you/your and the term "dude" is used once in a gender-neutral way ^^

((Also... I got carried away. I was planning on this to just be a quick drabble, but one thing led to another, and I decided to make it into two parts. The first part being the setup and the next part will be the actual game. Part two should be out by Sunday.))

Anyways, I hope you enjoy, Annon. :]

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There's a small comic bookstore not too far from your job. It's a small joint but it's packed to the brim with anything and everything your little nerd heart needs: comics, minifigures, board games, off brand anime plushies, that cute guy who owns the place, DND handbooks, trading cards, it had it all.

You visit the store often after your shift; most times you don't even buy anything, you (and your wallet) were content with just looking around. It's a nice thing to do while you wait for the bus to finally arive. The guy behind the register, which you found out was named Charlie through small talk, never seemed to mind your wandering, the store was never that busy and "It's nice to have a familiar face stop by."

After an extremely exhausting day of work, you enter the comic store and come across a set of dice, they were bright shade green that sparkled in the light with deep purple numbers engraved in each of the faces. You stare at the tube of dice in front of you. They were so gorgeous, you just needed to buy them. Afterall, you deserve to treat yourself after today, right? Yeah- with a grin on your face you decide to actually buy something for yourself. After checking the price on the top of the tube and immediately put them back. They are defiantly pretty, but not $17.50 +tax pretty.

You sigh and continue exploring the store as usual. But no matter how many times you skim through the graphic novels, admire the signed posters, and browse through the keychains, you keep going back to the dice section. You start to fiddle with the tube of dice again. Maybe the price magically changed within the fifteen minutes you last checked- no, it's still basically 20 dollars, an hour of your work, used on dice you might not even use... but they look so nice, and they won't take up too much space... Uhg be real, Y/n. You know that they'll be sitting in your junk drawer and collecting dust unless you actually use them... and sure you have friends but none of them shown interest in games like DND. Hell- you've never even played DND yourself, where do you even start? How do you even start-

"Hey, Y/n. Ya need help with something?"

"Huh?" You lose your train of thought and turn to see Charlie next to you with his usual happy grin, "Oh uhh- I'm just looking around." You say before fumbling slightly when trying to put the dice back again.

Charlie glances at the tube in your hand and smiles, "I gotta say Y/n, you have pretty good taste when it comes to dice. I honestly would've kept them for myself if my collection wasn't so big."

"Oh- well uhh.. I'm actually not sure if I'm going to buy them..." You say feeling a little bit guilty.

"It's fine, Y/n. It's not like I'm not gonna force you to buy it."

"I know it's just that..." You sigh, "It's just that I don't want to buy dice if I already know I won't use them. I don't even know how to play DND... or anyone to do a campaign with."

"Well... you can always join the store's campaign." He proposes.

You turned to him a bit surprised, "The store has a campaign?"

"Yeah! On Saturdays the shop hosts a DND session from 11:00 to 1:30," Charlie pulls out a mini flier about the sessions from his cargo short's pocket, "We just started this campaign a few weeks ago, it's totally beginner friendly and all you need is a character sheet, some dice, and something to write with."

You think for a moment. Saturdays are your only day off from work and you usually like to sleep in until at least noon on those days. But then again where else would you have a chance to try out DND and you should be going outside the house more often... Besides, having an excuse to hang out with Charlie doesn't sound too bad at all. You smile at Charlie, "You know what? Yeah! My schedule is free on Saturdays so I'm down."

Charlie's eyes light up like you've never seen before, and his smiles grows wider, "Wait really? That's perfect! Everyone else in the campaign are new to0 and I'm sure that you guys will get along great and and- Hey how about I help make your character so we can jump right in on Saturday?"

"W-wait you mean like right now?" You asked slightly startled by the boost of energy Charlie has.

Charlie flushes slightly once he realizes how excited he's getting and tries to calm down, "Y-yeah. I mean... it is a pretty slow day for the store, and we'll have more time to actually play if we make your character now rather than the start of the session...What do ya say?"

"Well- uhh sure. That sounds pretty fun."

Charlie's blush dies down and he's back to his usual happy self, "Great! Follow me." With a friendly smile Charlie takes your hand and leads you to the store. You can feel your face heat up slightly from the contact. His are only slightly bigger than yours but they were from the semi-firm grip he held you could tell they were strong, and they were softer than you'd imagine. It would've been a great moment if your hands weren't so sweaty from nerves, hopefully he doesn't notice. "Here we are. Sorry, it's kinda cramped," Charlie says as he lets go of your hand and opens the door for you.

Once you snap out of your fixation on your two's hands you enter the room. It was a pretty big room; it was almost as big as the storefront, but most of that room seemed to be taken up by storage boxes, promotional cardboard cutouts, older furniture, and holiday decorations. It was cluttered but there was enough room for the decent sized table with four chairs on each long side and one chair for the head of the table. "Is this where you hold your sessions?" You ask as you carefully try to navigate the room.

"Yeah," he says while scratching the back of his neck, sounding somewhat embarrassed, "Sorry about the mess, I just moved into an apartment closer to here and the new place didn't come with much storage..."

"Don't worry about it. It's really not that ba-!!" As you tried to reassure Charlie, you somehow managed to slip on a scrapped flier and almost fell backward onto the cold tile floor.

"Woah hey!!-"Charlie quickly catches you by the waist to help you regain your balance, "Hey, are you okay!?"

You can feel your face heat up from his firm grab before awkwardly leaving his grasp. "Yeah- uhh I'm fine," you say with an embarrassed chuckle before sitting in the closest chair to you, "Soo... where do we start?"

Charlie reaches for a box under the table and pulls out a printed-out character sheet and the fifth edition handbook, "Let's start off with your character's race. Do you know what you want to be," he asks while flipping the pages to show you all the different species you could be.

"I... uhhh well-" You were overwhelmed by the sheer number of options you had. There were so many, and you didn't have a decent understanding of what most of them even were. Should you just stick with human to make things easier? But where's the fun in that? Maybe an elf? You know what an elf is for sure. Oh god- you can't keep Charlie waiting... Just pick something already- ANYTHING.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and brake out of your trance once you look up at Charlie, "Hey, do you need help choosing?" His voice is slightly mellow and calmer than usual, you feel yourself shake off the nerves.

You nod, "Yeah, sorry. There's just so many to choose from and I'm not too familiar with most of them..."

"That's fine," He gives you a small smile, "How about I give you a mini explanation for each race and you just tell me if you hear something you like?" You smile back and give him a nod. That doesn't sound that bad, not bad at all.

You nod along to Charlie's explanations and stats on elves, humans, halflings, and such but none of them seem to catch your interest. That's until he gets to the tiefling, a demon looking thing that aren't inherently evil but can be a wee bit dubious. You didn't even need the explanation on it, the moment you heard the name of it you knew exactly what you were going to do.

"I got it! I'll be Teeth, the tiefling, collector of teeth!" You look over at Charlie who seemed surprised by the sudden exclamation. Shit- that's probably a stupid idea. He probably thinks you're weird or something. Oh god, what do you do now? FU-

Your panicking was cut off by the sound of Charlie's laughter. "Dude, that's perfect-! I don't know how I never thought of that."

Oh- never mind, crisis averted. "Wait, really?"

"Yeah! It's amazing! Now how about we work on your class now?" After bouncing around some ideas and laughs, you and Charlie refine Teeth. Your little guy is a tween tiefling ranger who was raised in the woods by the animals. He protects the beast from poachers during the day and drinks to hide from his loneliness and stress at night... he also has a pet cat named tooth :D, You and Charlie just made Teeth, but you are already attached. This isn't just a character, this is your son, you're a parent now. Does that make Char- Nope. Keep it together and calm down. Just... enjoy the moment.

The two of you continue to chat the minutes fly by and they turn to hours and oh shit- its already 8:27??? "Oh god- I missed my bus. Well, I should start walking back before it gets too late," you say while folding your character sheet up in a square to fit into the smaller pocket in your bag.

Charlie glances at the window, "You know it's already pretty late. How about I drive you back to your place?"

Oh god yes! You got to say yes, Y/n. Say it! "I- uhh... I-I think I'll be fine." ...What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/n?

Charlie's smile falters a little, "Oh... You sure? It's pretty dark out."

Y/n you better accept the offer I swear to god- "Yeah you're right, it's probably better if you drive..." Okay never mind :). Charlie's smile comes back as he nods and grabs his keys. Once in the car the two of you keep chatting again about whatever comes to mind really. Movies, video games, dream for the future, everything seemed to be on the table, it just feels really easy to talk to him. It was only supposed to be a ten-minute drive but with all the wrong turns Charlie kept accidentally making, you two eventually make it to your apartment closer to thirty. "Thanks for the ride, Charlie. I'll see you on Saturday," you grab your bag as you said your goodbyes to your... friend.

"Yeah, I'll see you around..." Just as you were about to leave the car, you hear him call out to you, "Hey Y/n-"

You turn to him, "Yeah Charlie?"

"I uhh..." For a split second he hesitates before giving you a soft smile, "I just wanted to say I had fun tonight."

A warm feeling in your heart sets in as you smile back, "I had fun too."

For a moment it was just you two in comfortable silence before Charlie snaps back thanks to the harsh winds seeping into the vehicle, "You should probably get inside now, we don't want you catching something before your first session."

"Oh right-" You actually get out of the car this time and close the door shut, "Bye Charlie!" You wave as Charlie drives off; you can still feel that warm feeling in your chest even in the bitter cold. You go back into your small apartment with that grin still on your face and it stays on for a while. All night while you were getting ready for bed, that smile lingered as you replay tonight's events over and over again, your jaw almost starts horning from the sheer amount of time you grinned. You lay down in your bed and you finally let your mouth and brain relax. It takes a bit longer than usual, but you eventually fall asleep, feeling content. For the first time in a while, you are actually excited for what the near future has in store.

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Thank you so much for reading and I hope y'all enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. I haven't written any fic since last year and it's my first time ever writing an xreader before. I had so much fun and I gotta thank annon for helping me rediscover how much I love writing.

I'm sorry that I didn't get to the DND part in the DND fic, my bad y'all. Part two will jump into the game. I'm about a quarter done with the second part so expect it to be completed by Sunday.

(Also, here's a fun fact: I just straight up used my DND character for Y/n's. He's a lil' guy and I love him <3 )

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[helyiios]

I'm "writing" something where Benji is an absolute badass, and Ethan is a little crying baby. But for real, it's just a villan au.. i probably won't finish, but I wanted to hear your thoughts about Benji being the one being the best agent?

OOOOH ANON…YOURE ENABLING ME. I can’t say that I’m not extremely biased, but I LIVE and EXIST for highly competent benji. Please bear in mind that it may be ooc but idc my boy is the best. Here are some headcanons:

-Benji has contacts in MI6 that he keeps close, esp when he’s sent on a mission in London. He doesn’t particularly feel the need to tell his team or the IMF, it’s all very unofficial, on both sides, but he gets favours and vice versa.

-He’s a fantastic sprint runner. That’s my very special hc, and sure, he’s maybe not as fast as Ethan (I think he tops it at 17kmph) but Benji can push his body to limits where he can, for a few hundred meters, go insanely quick.

-He’s a really, really good marksman. We saw it in GP, his aim is insane, and I think that he’s got a good 10/10 vision, which is surprising since he’s a lot in front of screens, but it helps with aim. I think he’s also particularly good with moving targets.

-He’s a pro at bombs. I don’t know how that came to be, but to me the guy is The Bomb Defuser you want on your team.

-When he’s in Team Hunt he’s not as open with his anger, but when he’s the one leading another team…dude is terrifying. Some years after being promoted Field Agent he gets to lead his own team of like, 3-4 agents, and while they’re starstruck, they’re also really quick to be deluded, because Benji does not Fuck Around. He’s really high strung and swears a lot, and he’s really quick to menace people. He also tends to shoot first and ask questions later, because he doesn’t have Ethan to act even more recklessly than him. (Ethan needs to be kept in check, which Benji does, but if you take Ethan out of the equation…Benji goes crazy.)

-He really hates torture and started off with a very low pain tolerance, his time with Lane and the scarification that started from it taught him how to handle physical pain better. He still hates torture though.

-I like to think he’s a good one on one fighter when he tries, but it’s not something he enjoys, so he kinda goes to his defence classes without much enthusiasm. I like to think that on a good day he and Brandt can rivalise.

-He’s got a really dirty mouth and a zero level tolerance for bullshit that doesn’t come from Ethan, so if you put him in a interrogation room, he’d run his really filthy mouth at the suspect, which is something NO ONE expects from him.

-He’s a good pickpocket. Not brilliant, but he can pull off some tricks.

-I think he has more strength in his arms than his legs, so sometimes you’d catch him carry something really heavy and you’d be like, hey, what the fuck ?

-He doesn’t realise it because he’s a very sweet and humble man, but he’s grown to become just as legendary as Ethan at the IMF, he’s part of the very much idolised Hunt-Dunn duo, and Ethan thinks it’s sweet. Benji still sees himself as some sort of Field Technician Deluxe and doesn’t really think about the fact he’s an overly competent agent.

That’s all I can think abt right now<3

[epithet-beloved]

GIOVANNI + READER WITH A BFRB

synopsis… Giovanni helps a you cope with your bfrb

ft. Giovanni Potage, the Boys(™)

tags… epithet erased, Giovanni is the CEO of mental health, supportive Giovanni, reader is one of Giovanni’s minions, reader has a bfrb, boy and dude used as gender neutral terms, can be read as romantic or platonic

word count… 611

a/n… This is literally just for me. I am the target audience. And for those not in the know, a BFRB is what’s known as a “body focused repetitive behavior”, such as skin picking or hair pulling. As someone who has one myself, I pretty much never see them represented in fandom content, so I decided to do it meself!! Enjoy!!! ✧ 🦄

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 We all know that Giovanni is a mental health KING.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 So of course he is very considerate of any needs you may have!! Minions need proper love and care after all!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Gio is never afraid to admit when he doesn’t know something. In fact, he enjoys asking you about your wants and needs, and always listens fervently. What you want, what you don’t want….he takes it all into account when trying to help you out.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He even does research online! He has tons of pages bookmarked. Articles by psychiatrists, blog posts and videos by other people with similar experiences, he’s got it all!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 If you allow it, he’d hold your hands to help you avoid picking or pulling. He never directly points out the behavior in case it makes you feel embarrassed, just asks if you wanna hold hands.

“Hey, wanna hold hands real quick? Boss’s orders!”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He also carries around fidget toys in case you need them. Honestly, you have no idea where he keeps them. He just seems to have an endless supply.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 If you’re mindlessly picking or pulling, you are randomly handed a slow rising squishy shaped like a penguin while Giovanni is shooting you a goofy grin.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He also makes it a rule among the other minions not to treat you any differently because of your behavior, and to follow your boundaries. They all made a little list together of things to do to help you and also what not to do.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 The Boys(™) are your support system, essentially. If you tend to engage in the behavior when spaced out, they’ll make sure to engage you in conversation and activities to keep you present. If it’s a nervous habit, they take notice of when you’re not doing so well and help remove you from the stressor.

“Everyone feeling okay?” Spike didn’t want to single you out, so she instead phrased it like she was checking on everyone.

Crusher, noticing your demeanor, would quickly pipe up. “I’m feeling a little overwhelmed,” he said, straight faced and stiff as a board. “Can we take a break somewhere?”

“Why certainly, Crusher! Thanks for speaking up!” You breathed a sigh of relief as you and the group moved to find somewhere quiet.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Giovanni would happily do skincare with you if it helps you feel better! Spa days with the boys where you wear face masks and paint each others’ nails are a staple. Nothing better than chilling with the boys and watching bad movies while your nails dry.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Insecurities? Prepare to kiss them goodbye. Giovanni is also a self confidence king, and is always there to hype you up. Scars, marks, acne, anything you may be insecure about, he assures you that it doesn’t diminish your worth even a bit! You don’t need to cover anything up to be beautiful, because you are a gorgeous boy (gender neutral) with nothing to be ashamed of!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 If you like makeup, he’s great at doing yours in a way that flatters all your features. If you want cover up or stuff like that for marks or acne, he’ll let you put it on, but he never makes you feel like it’s necessary. He helps you do makeup in ways that enhance the beauty that already exists instead of hiding perceived imperfections.

“Dude, I just found this chart of how to do eyeliner based on your eye shape! Isn’t that so metal? I wanna try it on you!”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Tender moments where he traces any scars or marks, playing a little game of connect the dots. Even if you don’t always feel the best about yourself, he loves your skin and he loves you.

[jackiebrackettt]

BITB Lab AU Fic (1.3k words)

[this is going to be a tumblr special since i don't plan on doing more with it but i did want to share it anyway! if you like the concept feel free to ask me for more info ^_^ i have alot of backstory surrounding this in mind. alsoo if you would like to write something inspired by it pls reference me/this fic and also tag me! i'd love to see it :] anyway reblogs appreciated as always - fic time]

Rand’s starting to think that no job might be better than a job if the job is this one. Because this job has made him sign several NDAs and has run him through a ridiculous amount of “worst case scenarios” - all increasingly absurd. 

He needs a job, though. Or his parents are going to do something drastic like kick him out for a week. And this is the only place that’ll accept him with absolutely nothing on his resume at thirty three years old. 

“Basically… just don’t be like the last intern, okay?” The scientist in front of him says as they finish up their spiel. 

“What happened to the last intern?” 

“Got too close and now he has to stay here while we monitor his situation.” 

“Oh.”

Maybe no job is better than this one. 

He signs the last NDA anyway. 

His job is essentially to keep an eye on a trio of… aliens? Monsters? One of whom is the intern before him - and contact the scientists and doctors if anything weird happens. 

He’s also there to keep them company, get them things they want - as long as he runs it past a scientist first - and give them shit like food and water. Easy. He could probably even sneak some weed in and pass the time smoking. 

“Just stay here by the entrance.” The scientist instructs. “I’m going to go check on Rolan real quick.” 

They dip into a side door at the end of the hallway and disappear. 

Rand is totally content to not fuck up the first instruction he’s been given. At least until he spots someone staring at him from the window in the first door on the right. 

He’s got long blonde hair, and a pretty face. Kian Stone. 

“‘Sup, dude!” Kian’s voice is muffled. “You must be the new intern!”

After a moment of hesitation, Rand wanders closer. 

“Yeah.” 

Kian sticks his hand out for a handshake, the tips of his fingers pressing against the glass. Rand isn’t sure how he’s expected to respond. 

“I was the last one.” Kian states cheerily. “Name’s Kian Stone. Nice to meet you, man.” 

“Nice to meet you.” Rand echoes. “I’m, uh, Rand.”

The offered handshake turns into a finger pointing at the name tag on his shirt. 

“Tim?”

“Call me Rand.” 

“Fuck yeah, dude, I can dig that.” Kian drops his hand. “Hey, man, do you think you can swing me a guitar? I’m bored as fuck.”

He remembers the brief. It clearly said that he shouldn’t give this guy any instruments. 

“I, uh… don’t think I’m supposed to do that.”

Kian leans in closer to the window and grins wickedly.

“I could make it worth your while.” His voice is low. Rand’s cheeks feel warm. 

“Well, uh, considering what they told me about why you’re in here, I think I’ll have to, like, pass. Sorry, man.”

“Becky’s harmless, dude.” Kian scoffs. “They just hate true love.” 

Rand just shrugs. He’s not really sure he wants to argue. 

“What about… Rolan? That’s the other guy, right?” Kian nods. “What’s he like?”

“Mostly keeps to himself. Real quiet and all that. If you went into his room he’d probably back himself into a corner and freak out about hurting you.” Kian hums, thinking. “That’s what he did with me, at least. Don’t tell the big guys, though. They’re pissed enough at me for the whole Becky thing.”

“Alright, I won’t.” Rand mimes zipping his lips. “Secret’s safe.”

“It’s totally different, though, dude, because, like… Becky is dangerous. Rolan isn’t.”

“Didn’t you say she was harmless earlier?”

“Oh.” Kian blinks. “Did I? Tell that to my mostly melted body over there, dude.”

Kian jerks a thumb behind him. Rand angles to look and immediately wishes he didn’t. He feels sick. 

“Fuck, man!”

Kian laughs. “Shoulda warned you that it’s kinda gnarly, huh?”

Technically, Rand knew that’s what happened to Kian. But reading about it on paper is nothing compared to seeing it in person. 

“They just fucking left that there?“ 

“It’s mine.” 

“I mean… I guess, but… you just want it around?” He takes another cautious look at the mess of flesh in the corner of the room. Another wave of nausea rolls through him. “Isn’t it, like… weird?”

“It’s mine.” Kian repeats. Then he shrugs. “Plus, it’s kinda fun. If I touch it I can feel it both ways.” He waggles his eyebrows, and that grin from earlier is back. “Neat, right?” 

“Gross.” Rand grimaces. “Too much information, man.”

“I’m just messing with you, dude.” Kian laughs. “It hurts like a bitch, actually. I try not to feel it.” 

“Tim!” 

The scientist is walking back down the hallway towards him. They don’t seem upset that he disobeyed his first instruction. Maybe that one was more of a suggestion. 

He looks back to Kian’s eyes fixated on his name badge. 

“You could just tell them you prefer to be called Rand, you know?” Kian says. 

“I’ll do it later.”

He’s not sure why he hasn’t yet. Something about professionalism. But there’s no time to think through that train of thought now.

The scientist stops next to him. Looks at Kian through the glass and sighs. 

“Kian.” 

“They’re still pretty mad at me.” Kian explains to Rand with an unbothered smile on his face. Then he shifts to address the scientist. “So, no guitar?”

“Not yet.” Another sigh. “Later, hopefully.”

“Radical.” Kian presses a book up to the window. “This shit sucks. I’m not a fucking nerd, dude.”

The scientist rolls their eyes. “Graduated practically top of your classes.”

Top of his classes? Shit. They really downgraded with Rand. 

Kian pouts. “Hey, man, don’t say that kinda stuff around the new guy, yeah?”

“Well,” the scientist claps Rand on the shoulder and ushers him away, “you’ve met Kian. Let’s meet the other two.“

“See ya later, dude.” 

Kian holds one hand up in a wave and Rand clumsily waves back, mumbling out his own goodbye. 

Kian’s whole… attitude has thrown him off completely. He figured the other two would be chill - not the guy who literally died about a week back. 

A couple of rooms down is Becky’s. Rand wonders why they’re so spread out. 

She approaches the window when they knock. Her gaze flicks over them with hope before settling into disappointment. 

“Hey, Becky.” The scientist gestures to Rand. “I want you to meet Tim - the new intern.”

Rand waves. She doesn’t even look at him.

“Is Kian okay?” Her voice is soft. “I really didn’t mean to kill him, man.”

“He’s doing better.” 

This conversation is fucking absurd. What a world Rand lives in now. 

“Well, you know how this works - let Tim know if you need anything. We’ll go meet Rolan, now.“

“Sure.” Her eyes catch on his. She looks sad. “Nice meeting you.” 

“You too.” 

Meeting Rolan goes worse than meeting Becky. 

Rolan’s tucked away in a corner, looking like he’s trying to make himself as small as possible. If Rand thought Kian was lying about Rolan, he’d cast all doubts from his mind now. Rolan doesn’t even look up when the scientist knocks on the door. 

“He’s been in a mood ever since the incident with Kian.” The scientist explains. “Hey, Rolan! New guy’s name is Tim.”

Rolan just barely lifts a hand in acknowledgment. 

“Now, don’t be surprised if you see them out of their rooms. I don’t know if you saw, but there’s a door at the back that leads to other rooms. We’re keeping Kian away from them at the moment to monitor his situation, but it all links up back there.”

“Okay.”

“There’s testing most days, but for the most part they just do whatever. And you can, too, as long as you fulfil the job requirements.”

“Sounds good, man.” Oh, yeah, he could definitely smuggle some weed in here. And maybe he’ll try and rope them all into a game of dnd. He’s not exactly sure how it’ll work when they’re so spread out, but he’ll think of something.

[kestalsblog]

Normally I post fanfics only on Ao3, but I reeeeally wanted to get to write something Stanman for Mermay, so the below scene is Tumblr-exclusive. I haven't had much time, so this is just a quick one-shot scene featuring AU college Cartman and merman Stan. This is not a full fic I intend to develop as of right now, but just a drabble scene for fun 🧜‍♂️

Enjoy!

TW: very slight language and mention of injuries and fear (nothing gruesome). Also this is an angsty scene

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When his friends told him about South Park’s latest attraction—a merman that had been captured in the Pacific and shipped to Colorado—Eric was only mildly interested. Weird, unbelievable shit happened in South Park practically every day, so a merman wasn’t exactly the thrilling spectacle everyone was making it out to be. He certainly wasn’t as entertained by the idea of visiting the dine-and-view restaurant where the merman was supposedly being kept on display as Kyle and Kenny were.

Ordering seafood in an aquarium was a revolting enough idea, but sushi with a merman a few feet away? Jesus Christ. Eric thought those steakhouses where you got to watch bulls run around while you devoured their kind was bad enough. Like, hey guess where you’ll end up if you’re not entertaining enough? That’s right! My dinner plate.

God, at least he was trying to be a better person than he used to be, and now his friends were pulling him right back into sadistic hobbies.

“I can’t believe you two are seriously interested in this,” he complained on the car ride over with Kenny and Kyle.

“Well, you have to admit, it’s kind of a once-in-a-lifetime chance,” said Kyle from the passenger’s seat because of course Cartman had been relegated to the back.

“Hell, it’s a Friday night and we’re still in college. We have the rest of our lives to care about lame shit like this,” he whined. “Defend me here, Ken.”

“I gotta know if this is some kind of scam,” Kenny said, obviously more focused on the road than the conversation. “Butters went last week and said it made him feel sick.”

“It’s probably just a dude wearing a plastic tail,” said Eric.

“Or maybe his legs were cut off and it was surgically implanted onto his torso,” said Kyle with a melodramatic shudder that transformed somehow into a laugh. “Only in South Park, right?”

“Amen to that,” Kenny joined in, but Eric’s sour mood didn’t lift. Fridays were precious days, and instead of partying or doing something worthwhile, he’d be spending his evening at someone’s hoity-toity swindle. And even if it was true, and there was a real merman in South Park, what did it matter? He pressed his forehead against the chilled glass of the window and watched the streetlamps pass by his vision.

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The first thing Eric noticed in the restaurant was the overpowering aroma of expensive food (thank God Kyle was paying), and the second was how many children were gathered about a massive cylindrical tank in the center of the place. It wasn’t a restaurant he knew despite having lived in South Park his entire life because the establishment had been built for this purpose alone, apparently.

“I don’t see anything but water,” he said while a finely-dressed waiter led them to their table, which was an inconvenient distance from the tank.

“Me neither.” Kenny strained to the tips of his toes. “Should we go check it out closer?”

“Let’s order first,” insisted Kyle, but Eric found it difficult to focus on ordering with that large, ominous tank in his peripheral vision.

It was simply a tube constructed into the center of the restaurant that spanned from the floor to the ceiling, and though it looked massive at first glance, Eric wondered if a human-sized creature could thrive within the space. Maybe mermen were smaller? The water inside was impossibly blue, probably dyed to look more appealing. Small glittering lights were implanted throughout the inside of the tube to create a magical underwater atmosphere, but Cartman thought it felt more eerie and unnatural.

After their orders were placed, Kyle agreed they should go check out the main attraction. “There are definitely a lot of people here,” he observed as they abandoned their table to head toward the tank.

“Shit, there really is someone in there,” gasped Kenny once they were closer.

Eric’s attention went immediately toward the small children pressed against the tank. Several of them were knocking their fists hard into the glass while they chanted, “Hey, look at me! Over here, fishy! Over here!”

Fucking rude. “Where are their parents?” he muttered, but Kyle and Kenny were shoving their way past him.

“Oh my God,” he heard Kyle say through his teeth.

Unafraid to push a child out of the way, Cartman made room for himself and felt his breath halt almost painfully when he saw someone sitting slumped in the furthest corner of the tank. Because of the shape, there was nowhere the person, no, merman, could sit without someone right behind the glass, but he’d done his best to conceal himself into a small ball.

If he was just a person wearing a fake tail, he looked extraordinarily authentic. Even from where he was standing, Eric could distinguish the individual scales on the tail. The scales were all different shades of blue, with a pale, iridescent dominant hue that reminded Cartman of crystals. Under the lights, the tail twinkled like ice in sunlight. And if he looked close enough, he was certain he could see small veins pulsing in and out across the anxiously flickering tailfin.

“It can’t be real, right?” Kenny said with concern next to him, but Eric couldn’t find the voice to answer. His focus was locked on the merman who sat with his arms crossed around his abdomen and his shoulders hunched. He looked as if he was physically trying to become smaller, even though Eric was pretty sure that if he stretched out to his full height with his tail included, he’d be too large for the tight space.

He was too pretty to be real—and not just for the features that were nonhuman, but the ones that made him human as well. Black hair swirled around his ears and cheeks in soft coils like an oil spill haloing his head. Eric couldn’t catch many glimpses of his face aside from the few moments when he jolted after a particularly loud knock on the tank. Only then would he look up with wide, alarmed eyes that were a devastatingly gorgeous shade of blue that Eric had never seen on anyone else.

“This doesn’t seem right, what they’re doing to him,” piped up Kyle, and Eric recognized the heat behind his tone. For once, Eric had to agree with him. The mermaid was clearly terrified, his pupils shrinking and then expanding again with each flash of a camera against the glass. His chest expanded and contracted with the movement, and Cartman didn’t miss the widening of what appeared to be openings on his skin, surely gills, across his throat.

“Hey, guys, our food is probably coming soon,” Kenny said with dampened spirit. Eric hadn’t even realized how long they’d been standing and staring.

“I’m going to talk to the manager of this place after we eat,” snapped Kyle. “If I hadn’t already paid, I wouldn’t be giving my money to these freaks.”

“You’re the ones who wanted to see this,” Eric reminded them, but they didn’t seem to hear him as they went back to the table in their own storm cloud of negative thoughts.

But Eric couldn’t make himself go back to eat dinner, which was a surprise even to him, considering food was usually his go-to for fighting off the terrible gnawing feeling he was experiencing right now. All he could do was stay in place and watch the beautiful merman thump his tailfin uselessly against the bottom of the tank again and again. The sight reminded of him of some poor traumatized dog who’d been kept in the puppy mill for too long.

“Fishy! Look, look!” the kid next to Eric shouted, smacking so hard on the glass that the merman jerked and actually placed his hands over his ears. His eyes spasmed wide and then squeezed shut in an obvious pain response. The arm movement revealed delicate, blue webbing between fin-like structures on either side of his wrists. Eric was certain he’d never seen a prettier creature in his life.

He glared at the child. “Hey, knock it off. Can’t you see you’re bothering him?” he snapped, not caring if he upset some snot-nosed punk kid.

“You’re no fun,” pouted the kid before sulking off and giving Cartman better access to view the merman. When Eric moved closer, the merman slowly reopened his eyes and gave him a quick, panicked look before shrinking deeper onto the floor again. The sight of him twining his tail around himself with desperate fear sent shards through Eric’s heart, especially when he considered that holding someone like this hostage for money was exactly something he would have done when he was younger.

Now, though, when he looked closer and saw the bright pink lacerations across the merman’s tail, he felt more than sick to his stomach. The wounds were clearly fresh and extended all the way to his tailfin, where some of the fine partitions were shredded completely. Eric must have been initially too hypnotized by the merman’s beauty to notice the injuries, probably a byproduct of his capture.

“Cartman!” Kyle’s voice broke over the chitter chatter surrounding him. “Get back over here, dude. Management sucks and won’t listen to me.”

He knew he had to go back, but walking away from the merman was difficult. When those sea-colored eyes, framed with long, feathery lashes, finally shuddered back to meet his, Eric froze all over again.

The merman’s face was a little too narrow and pallid, he thought, despite the small shimmers of silvery blue smeared across random patches of his skin like makeup. His hair was so dark in contrast to his skin that it truly resembled black water mingling with that abnormal blue dye.

The merman looked so beautiful and sad, and it made Eric even sadder to think he probably wouldn’t feel this sorry for him if he weren’t so beautiful and didn’t look so human. A few hours ago he hadn’t given two shits, but now that the merman was watching him with terrible resignation while dozens of camera flashes bounced off the tank’s glass, he cared. He cared a lot.

It took every ounce of willpower to turn from the merman’s pale, hopeless face, and go back to Kyle and Kenny then, and even then, he paused to look back. The merman was in the same position, but still looking at him too.

(South Park and its characters obviously do not belong to me. Creators are Trey Parker and Matt Stone. This is intended for fun use only, not monetary.)

[aimwigs]

little aimwig ficlet that possessed me like a demon when i was walking home from getting my dinner earlier ft an epic established relationship argument on the pod

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“Hey, real quick, flower check,” Ludwig says with a smile, reaching across the fake campfire to pat Nick on the knee.

Aiden sinks down in his seat and lets his face fall into his hands. “No, dude.”

Nick thinks about it for a moment. “Month and a half ago. It was our anniversary.”

“Real flowers this time?” Slime prods, smiling like a fucking idiot.

Nick doesn’t bother answering, he just flips him off. The audio listeners will have to do without it.

Ludwig tsks. “Kind of a long time, man. You should really get on that more. Personally, I bought Aiden flowers last week. He had a bad day at the office and I thought I’d cheer him up.”

Aiden holds out a hand. “Now, hold on. Are we going to talk about why I had a bad day at the office or are we going to just skip over the fact that you scratched my fucking car on the gate?”

“Mmm, nope,” Ludwig says, looking upward thoughtfully as if he was actually somehow considering his point.

“So we’re counting apology flowers now?”

Slime winces and slaps Ludwig on the arm. “You’re pulling flower check over apology flowers.”

Ludwig holds up a hand. “Dude, you haven’t dated anyone in fucking months!”

“Well, I still know it’s cheap to do a flower check when the last time you bought flowers was because you wrecked Aiden’s fucking car.”

“I didn’t wreck his car! It’s a fucking scratch that I paid for.”

Nick shakes his head. “Messed up, dude. This is why I win the fucking flower check.”

“Wait!” Ludwig says, holding up a finger. “Flower checks aren’t about winners, they’re only about losers.” He turns to Aiden. “Your turn, babe. Flower check.”

Aiden turns toward the camera and hunches over a little to hide his face from them.

Slime’s jaw drops. “Oh my god.”

“Not once in our entire relationship has Aiden bought me flowers.” Ludwig is so fucking smug when he says it, smiling like he won the fucking lottery.

Aiden pinches the bridge of his nose and turns back toward him. “You don’t even like flowers!”

“Everyone likes flowers,” is Ludwig’s reply.

Nick points at him. “He’s kind of right. Everyone likes flowers.”

He shakes his head in disbelief. “Dude, when was the last time Zipper 2 bought you flowers? If everyone likes them so damn much shouldn’t your girlfriend be getting you flowers?”

“Well, I like flowers but I don’t really care about them.”

Aiden throws up his hands. “Neither does he!”

“Aiden,” Slime says, reaching over to slap at his leg and get his attention. “Aiden, listen. Ludwig clearly does care about flowers because otherwise, he wouldn’t have started this stupid argument that we’ve wasted ten goddamn minutes on.”

“He doesn’t fucking care about flowers! He cares about getting a fucking gold star for being a good boyfriend!”

Ludwig turns to him. “Well, do you think I’m a good boyfriend?”

“Go fuck yourself.” He rolls his eyes before ultimately relenting and adding, “Obviously I think you’re a good fucking boyfriend.”

He holds his hands out triumphantly. “That’s right, I’m a great fucking boyfriend. Something that none of you fucks can relate to.”

Aiden crosses his arms over his chest. “Oh, so you think I’m a bad boyfriend then?”

“Absolutely dogshit,” Ludwig laughs, slapping his shoulder. “You haven’t bought me flowers one fucking time.”

“Oh my god!” He sinks back down into his chair again. “What about all the other shit I’ve done for you?”

“Dude, literally name one thing.”

He falters for a second. “I don’t think you want me to talk about it on the pod.”

Nick snorts. “Bro…”

“Are you implying that your only value as a boyfriend is the fact that you fuck his tight little asshole like you’re a fucking stallion?”

His face somehow gets redder. At least this time Ludwig is red too. “I fucking hate you all. I’m a great fucking boyfriend. How many fucking times have I driven across the city for you because you forgot something? Or how about the fact I’ve planned like 90% of our dates? And even if Slime is clowning me, we both know that the sex totally fucking counts, by the way.”

“Does the sex count, Ludwig?” Nick asks.

He nods reluctantly. “Fine. The sex counts. He’s a giver.”

Aiden does a little dance in his seat. “I’m a giver. And a great fucking boyfriend. And you love me.”

Ludwig cranes his neck to look at Zipper. “How much time we got left?”

“Fuck you, dude.”

A sigh escapes Ludwig’s lips. “I love you,” he tells him softly.

“I fucking hate this podcast,” Slime says.