#me doing a little honk honk and ended up writing a one shot of this too wahoooo

[shadow0-1]

Commander

[mybworlds]

Blind date

Pairing: dom!Javier Peña x F!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: It's been a while since you had a blind date, tonight you have one. You know how these meetings end, but you can't imagine his sexual choices.

Series warnings: porn with lil plot, smut (18+ MDNI), BDSM, use of you, use of alcohol, use of spanish petnames, you character is shorter than Javi, the main character has female features, use of handcuffs, two consenting adults, dom!Javier, dom/sub dynamics, creampie, oral sex (m), fingering, masturbation (m and f), PinV protected. Blind date, be careful do not imitate!

A/N Here we go, I just came up with this idea and wrote it in just under an hour, if there are any mistakes excuse me and take this one-shot for what it is. This is my first time writing about BDSM practices so if it's not entirely accurate, I apologize.

Thanks @saradika for the divider.

You haven't had a blind date in a while. The last time was a few years ago and it was a disaster. The guy you've been chatting with for a few weeks turned out to be an horny twenty year old boy. You told him he wasn't even old enough to drink and deleted the app. You didn't want to have these surprises anymore.

But you also have needs and above all you don't want to commit to anyone.

But that's another story.

You listened to a friend and therefore downloaded that app again, but this time you are very careful who you talk to. You make it clear straight away what you want and the age of the person you want to date. Or rather, fuck. Because these dating sites are nothing more than that.

You're wearing a little black dress, pulling your hair back into a braid, a light makeup and you're ready.

Tonight you have an appointment with a certain Javier07, you sincerely hope that that number does not indicate his date of birth!

You have arranged to meet in a place in the center of the city for 9 p.m. You're a little nervous, you hope it's not another meeting where you explain to the kid on duty why he can't drink or do certain things with you!

You drink two shots of bourbon at the bar, you bite your lower lip a little nervously and look left and right. You don't know what he looks like since you talked to him, but he hasn't a profile photo.

From the way he talked he seemed like a person who knows what he's doing, he hasn't told you much about his work. In short, he was able to maintain a certain mystery about himself and that intrigues you a lot.

Every person who enters you turns around, but no one approaches you. You think he stoods you up.

It's almost midnight, you leave a note and leave.

Fuck apps, fuck dating sites, fuck Javier07 whoever you are!

You're outside the club and you're fiddling with your purse, when a car flashes at you making you turn around, you fear he's the usual idiot so you ignore him. The car flashes and then honks. You turn around, but only to tell him to fuck off and that you've already had a bad night, you come closer and are about to call him an asshole, but he's the one who interrupts you, "Starlight?

It's your nickname on the app, you're confused "Javier07?!"

"In person!" he exclaims. "I'm sorry I stood you up, but I can't risk being seen like this!"

He's still mysterious and it really intrigues you.

"Do you want to go for a ride my precious Starlight?" he gives you a crooked smile.

"It depends on what kind of ride." You reply with a grin and resuming the tone of your conversations.

He smiles back at you, "A ride that will make you scream with pleasure," he replies, "Do you have to do some more tests to see if it's me?"

You exchange another smile, then ask him, "Where are you taking me?"

"At my place, if you trust me enough." he provokes you, you get into his car, answering his question in a way.

When you arrive at his house, you realize that he doesn't spend much time there judging by the few pieces of furniture and the considerable amount of dust on the furniture.

"So, what do you do?" you ask him, looking at his face for the first time in the light. He has well-defined features, big dark eyes, a pronounced nose, a well-groomed moustache, seemingly soft lips. It could have been worse.

"Take a guess," he says sounding so mysterious.

You narrow your eyes, you've never been good at these games. Does he want to play a role-playing game?

"Um, I've never been good at these games."

He smiles sideways, becoming even sexier in your eyes, why hasn't he already taken you to bed and fucked you properly?

"I'll give you a hint," he says, dangling a pair of handcuffs from his index finger.

You cross your arms, "Am I under arrest?" you ask him, raising an eyebrow and smiling lasciviously.

He smiles back, approaching you, looking you from head to toe, "Are you a good or a bad girl, cariño?"

"Take a guess," you respond by taking a step towards him too, looking him in the eye from bottom to top.

“Did you put on this dress for me?” he asks you in a low, soothing voice.

"I promised you, you remember?" you reply, "You owe me a drink or two at least," you add in a low voice.

"Sure, nena" he says, bending down towards you and with the excuse of taking a bottle from behind you, he sticks his nose in your hair "You smell so good," he tells you, then repeats the same gesture and this time he nuzzles your exposed shoulder.

He's teasing you and you like it.

"I like you, little girl. You're not afraid." he tells you, taking a half step back to open the bottle of tequila. He pours it into two glasses and then offers it to you, "I don't normally drink it like this, but I don't have anything better." he shrugs.

"'s okay, I forgive ya." you say grabbing your glass and starting to sip your drink.

He drinks it all in one gulp, then squints his eyes for a moment and pours himself more tequila.

"This isn't your first blind date, is it?" he asks, gulping down the drink again.

You finish your drink and hold out the glass for a second round, "No. And from the way you're acting, I'd say it's not for you either, cop." you tease him biting your lower lip.

"And who told you who I am?" he asks you, putting down the glass and the bottle.

"The handcuffs, you clever guy."

He replies with a crooked smile, "I might have gotten them at a sex shop!"

Right.

"You're a smart guy. As well as provocative." you say, tilting your head to the side and leaning against the cabinet behind you. "So, do we want to do something or do we just look at each other and provoke like in chat?"

"Show me," he says in an amused tone.

"Don't be naive with me, Javier07." You say, taking off your heels and placing your feet on the cold tiles of his apartment.

"Only Javier," he says, coming closer, "and now take off your dress." He orders you in a soothing voice, sending a shock through you.

"Aren't you going to give me a kiss first?" you tease, nibbling on your lower lip with a little grin.

He comes closer to you and takes your chin between his fingers, he doesn't kiss you, he gently bites your lower lip and then licks it slowly making you close your eyes and hold your breath.

"No," he answers before stepping back and giving you the space to do his bidding.

You lift your dress over your head and slip it off, remaining in your bra and black thong. Javier scrutinizes you carefully and his gaze alone is enough to make your nipples harden.

"You look amazing," he says, placing a kiss on your neck and collarbones, then running his tongue back the other way. Your skin feels like it's on fire, “Come,” he says in a husky voice, leading you to his bedroom.

He makes you lie down on the bed before climbing on top of you and watching you surrender to his will. His eyes seem to shine in the dimly light of the room. He finally kisses you and as you had imagined his lips are soft, he devours your lips and tongue together. You find yourself moaning in his mouth before slipping his hands into his hair and that's when he stops.

"Don't." he says an inch from your lips, you look at him already feeling breathless "Take off your bra and thong," you swallow looking him in the eyes for a long time as if to register his question.

"But you're still... Um... " you start to reply, absolutely perplexed by the direction the evening is taking.

"Just do it, chica." you take a deep breath and obey "Very good," he adds enunciating the two words well and making your skin crawl "You are beautiful, now don't move." he says again and this time he takes your hands carrying them behind your back and caging them in the handcuffs.

He leans down towards you and that's when he kisses you again, he sprinkles kisses and little bites on your neck that makes you moan with pleasure, his fingers pinch and tease your nipples gently, but firmly making you squirm beneath him and eager for more.

He lifts himself completely off of you and you look at him puzzled, "On your belly," he orders and you obey again.

He grabs you by the handcuffs, holding your hands slightly higher, then hits one of your buttocks hard, once, twice, three times, then moves on to the other. Even though it hurts, you like it.

First he hits and then he caresses your skin, then he stops.

You are not used to this kind of practices, usually you are used to a relationship where you have an active role, not as a submissive like this. However, it is not so bad.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel his fingertip caressing the entrance to your intimacy with circular movements. You gasp, turning to the side your head, "Fuck," you groan feeling your vision blur.

You let out a little cry of excitement when you feel his finger enter you and get wet with your moisture, "You're so hot. So tight. And all for me." he continues with that slow exhausting movement that takes you further and further towards the abyss. You bite your lip repeatedly and moan without restraint.

"My turn," he says interrupting that sweet torture and helping you lie on your back and then sitting on your knees, you see him take off his black shirt with calculated slowness so you have the time and opportunity to appreciate his toned, but not pumped-up, body. He also unbuckles his belt and then takes off his pants.

Well, you don't hide the fact that you've had more than one sexual encounter and with more than one man, but he has a strange power over you, he fascinates you and instills a certain fear in you all at the same time.

He releases his cock which turns out to be quite huge, you look at him with your lips parted and your eyes almost wide open. It's beautiful, thick and you can't wait to run your tongue over his pink bulbous tip.

"I know you can't wait to choke on my cock." He says and it's true, you look at him with pleading eyes before biting your lower lip, "I knew it, mi pequeña pícara!" then he pulls you forward slightly so that you can lean further forward towards his shaft.

You open your mouth to welcome it between your lips, but it's huge so you have to open your lips even more. Welcoming his cock between your lips is an experience as erotic as satisfying, his sighs then together with his curses make you wet even more, his tense face and closed eyes make you take it all the way down your throat moaning and groaning with pleasure.

You see him almost do violence to himself as he withdraws from your welcoming throat and mouth, you see it from his clenched teeth and his eyes that have become narrow and even darker. His shaft comes out glossy of your saliva, he needs a few moments to regain full control of the situation, you could take advantage of it, but you have understood that he likes to command in the bedroom and once in a while you're okay with it.

You're face down again when he slips on a condom and submerges himself completely between your warm, wet folds. You open your mouth in a frantic search for air, and he immediately pumps himself in and out of you at great speed. His curses and your grunts are getting louder and louder, you don't care to contain yourself, the pleasure you're feeling is immense, you feel your insides almost contracting from the burning pleasure, your vision becomes increasingly blurry as your orgasm approaches.

One of his hands grabs your braid pulling you slightly back towards him, while with the other he opens your legs a little more before placing it on your side and start pumping again.

“Oh, fuck . . . I'm about to come, I'm about to come,” you squeal, squeezing your eyes shut, then your climax explodes loudly.

Your orgasm lasts a few more moments as he continues to push himself into you, then with an animalistic sound he comes too.

He slowly releases his grip on your hip and he takes off your handcuffs placing his palms on either side of your face for support himself and recover from the intercourse, his nose is buried in your hair inhaling your scent.

“It was an amazin' blind date and a great ride,” he says breathlessly.

You smile, "Yeah, it was. Would you like another one?"

[gwleddgymreig]

"Dog Days" Chapter 1

-Leah Clearwater Twilight Fanfic

-2500 words

A while ago I starting writing a fan-fic starring Leah Clearwater from Twilight because my wife told me one day that she wished there was more Twilight content out there. So, I wrote the first chapter in a few days. I was never crazy about the franchise but I would always watch the movies with her because she loves them (and I think the world building is very good!) This work is from the perspective of the werewolf Leah Clearwater and it's based on the movies since I never read the books. The dialogue is intentionally written in the style of the films which I found a little flat at times but always fun. If I got any relationships between the characters wrong I'm so sorry-- I'm not reaallyyy well versed and I've literally never in my life written fan fiction before. It was really so my wife could enjoy but I hope you do too! Please check out my published novel pinned to my blog if you do

The air was finally still by the time Leah woke up on the twisted dock overlooking the lake. What caught her eye was the stillness of the water. It was so calm and ignorant to all the pain welling up inside her head. She laid completely nude on that mangled hunk of wood, just staring off at the perfect reflection of the pale overcast sky, only to have that aquatic serenity interrupted by distant ripples. Leah propped her body up on her left arm to see what the disturbance was, spotting the two canadian geese that had landed in the lake nearby. A couple of lovebirds. 

     She splashed at the honking couple to shoo them away. The naked young woman couldn't stand the sight of another happy couple; not since what Sam and Emily did to her. It was then that all of the memories came flooding back to her; the scarring pain of deception, and of course, Dad. She splashed her fist into the lake again, only harder. Eventually, the dripping of the clear water from her arm began to turn a thick red.

     Blood? She wondered.

     Before she could make sense of it, the pale sunlight poking through the clouds onto the evergreens below became entwined with the flashing of red and blue lights. Then, the door to the squad car shut softly. Leah heard the boots make their way down to the end of the dock but didn't move an inch. Her eyes remained fixed on the lake, which had started to settle once again. She felt the warmth and the roughness of the blanket on her shoulders, and afterward, she smelled the morning coffee on his breath as he exhaled a long sigh. He helped her up, carefully ushering each step, as the dock had fallen into disrepair and was dangerous. 

     The golden badge reflecting the red and blue lights read "Tribal Police", encased in a seven-pointed star. Turning away from it, she finally witnessed the aftermath of what happened the night before. Practically a whole herd of brown and white cattle sprawled out on the shoreside. They were motionless, with eyes empty, horribly torn apart. Leah shook her head from side to side, not out of regret, but out of embarrassment more like. 

     "You know, you're lucky that I'm the guy that found you out here.", he said.

     The tall douglas firs with their thick, green needles flashed by the window at 60 miles per hour. 

     "Okay", Leah mumbled, indifferent to the situation she found herself in. 

     "I'm serious. If one of those knuckleheads from the other station found you out here naked, covered in dry blood from head to toe, catchin' Z's with a dozen mutilated cattle, they wouldn't be so gentle with you."

     "Mhm", Leah mumbled again, "I hear you, officer…" 

     "Rayfield" the officer introduced himself. "They probably would've shot you dead if they found you the way I found you too. All big, hairy, and snarlin'."

     Leah gasped.

     "Don't worry, I know who you La Push fellas are. What you are." Rayfield tried to assure her, "Old legend." 

     He pounded his chest, leaning toward her in the backseat as he said the words.

     "I didn't know you got so big when you shapeshift into those big… wolf things. Didn't know there were girls who did it either. You must be Sue and Harry's girl."

     The copper skin and braids gave away the native connection they had, but he was still an outsider. She didn't want to give anything else away.

    "It's alright, I knew your dad. Good man. One of the best, I'd say… Sorry to hear about his passing but… Look, I can work my magic down at the station but I gotta tell your mom about this."

     Leah made doubly sure to keep quiet for the rest of the ride after that. 

    "And another thing… These Summer dog days can really drag and get you into some wild mischief and such, but just do me a favor and try to stay out of trouble? At least the 'property damage' kind."

     The shapeshifter in the back of the squad car made no such promise. 

    "Speaking of Summer, can you roll down the window, here?" Leah begged.

    "As long as you don't stick your head out of it." Rayfield said through a smirk, lowering the warm glass to let the air in. 

     Shutting the cold water from the shower off, Leah could hear Mom and Rayfield's muffled voices in the living room. The gasps and groans were so typical of her mother, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Leah didn't care. That past year had seen turbulence, the likes of which Leah's life had never known before, climactically ending with the sudden death of her father, for which she blamed herself. 

     Eighteen-year-old Leah would feel utterly ashamed of spilling the blood of so many animals in such a reckless way. Her actions went against everything she had once believed in, whether it be putting the family, the pack, and the tribe at risk, or inflicting wanton violence on innocent creatures. She hadn't even thought about the poor farmer who lost all of that livestock in one fell swoop. Regardless of how disapproving eighteen-year-old Leah would be, nineteen-year-old Leah wholeheartedly did not care. She felt possessed by some vengeful spirit, and it seemed to her that no amount of cold showers would keep her blood from boiling over again.

     Leah finally showed herself when she was certain the officer left, dressed in a black tank top and matching jean-shorts cut off from the knee down. Outside her door, Seth took the last bite of his egg sandwich and made a peace sign with the hand he used to take it. It pissed her off to have a little brother so blissfully ignorant to situations that called for a little more grace and understanding, but she loved him anyway. 

     "She's really mad. Like-- seriously mad. What did you do now?", inquired the scrawny guy, mouth full.

     Leah was quick to shoot back a "None of your business" after a sharp grunt.

     She pushed past him and down the hall with creaky floorboards to where mom sat on the couch like a stoic eagle eyeing a far-off mouse. 

     "You really did it this time," Mom said.

     Leah expected that one.

     "I think what you need is a vacation."

     That one was admittedly a surprise. 

     "What? You're joking," Leah responded.

     "Nope, no jokes. I'll tell you what I mean," Mom went on. 

     "I understand how you feel about your father, but you're not the only one hurting. More than that, all of the Quileute business he used to take care of falls into my lap now, and I don't need your grieving getting in the way of what needs to get done around the tribe. Why don't you take the truck and drive down to see your cousin Dana in San Francisco?"

     Leah blurted out, "By myself?!"

     She had never crossed state lines before, much less taken in a big city like San Francisco. And Dana? She hadn't seen her since they were little. 

     Mom insisted, "The drive alone could do you good. I'll give her a call later this afternoon."

     "I don't know about all this." Leah said, thinking about the rest of the pack, and of course, Seth. 

     "I'm not giving you a choice," Mom finished.

     It was then that the last person Leah wanted to see backed in through the front door, carrying a crate of binders, folders, and documents. He didn't see her at first. 

     "Where do you want this, Sue?" Sam asked, struggling to hold the crate up.

     The sight of Leah caused him to lose his grip and it fell to the hardwood below. She wondered, after all the push ups and crunches she saw him do over the three years that they were together, why his massive and glistening arms couldn't keep a crate off the ground. 

     Leah couldn't keep her eyes from wandering despite the loud crash. He was wearing the sexy, red tank top she liked. Damn it. More memories came back. She could hear the crickets from when they would make out near First Beach. She heard the reeds swaying in the warm Summer wind. 

     "Sorry, Leah. Didn't know you would be here," he said with his annoyingly hot, deep voice. 

     She was flustered, but not so flustered that she couldn't respond with, "... At my house… where I live?" 

     "Uh, right," he managed to say after some aimless mumbling. "Sorry about that, Sue."

     "It's fine," Leah responded before mom could. 

     They both knelt down to pick up the spilled contents of the crate. 

     "I got it!" Leah said forcefully, her hand snatching a binder from his. 

     She was shaking so much she thought she might shapeshift into her wolf form right there in the living room. It was Seth's dumb grin from when he entered the room that kept her from losing it. 

    Mom cut through the awkward silence, "Seth, don't you have any more of those eggs you made? Fetch some for Sam here."

     "Oh, no, I can't stay, thank you, Sue. Going hunting with Quil," Sam replied modestly.

     "Which Quil?" Seth asked, hoping it was the younger one so he could tag along. 

     "Old Quil," Sam said bluntly, messing up Seth's hair. "Have a good one, Clearwaters." 

     He stepped out onto the porch, leaving Leah to tend to the mess, as well as the inner scar she felt had torn open once again. Sam seemed to have that effect on her lately. 

     "They're the last of your dad's documents from the office," Mom explained. 

     Leah blocked her out as she gathered the last of it and placed the crate on the kitchen table. A deep and much-needed sigh emptied out of her. Maybe Mom was right about her needing a vacation. The thought was fleeting, though, as she caught a glimpse of  a dark figure reveal itself from beyond the treeline through the kitchen's screen door. 

     Is it him? she thought. 

     Leah's feet decided to find out for themselves before Mom could ask where she was going. There was no time. The screen door shut with a light metallic creak. It was only a few long strides to get to the thick greenery just ahead, and with a sharp inhale coupled with deep inner focus, she could see the fur glistening upon her limbs. The Earth thundered beneath her four mighty and bestial paws. Shape-shifting at will was coming more naturally to Leah than it did the first few months she spent trying to control the ancient power. The most notable discipline she came to hone was her ability to pick up scents and track them without wavering. Jacob's was no exception. 

     After following that scent for over a mile, a loud bark made his presence known. Jacob strode out into the clearing that Leah found herself in on all fours. His dark oaken-hued fur glowed in orange stripes as he stepped into the sun's rays, which had finally broken through the clouds. 

     "What are you, spying on us?" Leah conveyed to him telepathically. 

     The words were sent with a snarl. 

     "Consider it curiosity", Jacob growled back. 

     The ashen colored wolf paced about the clearing long enough that the darker one began to mirror her. It seemed like an archaic dance of sorts, one in which two souls scorned by unrequited love and blinded by hatred found solace in each other's shared contempt for the objects of their desire. 

     Jacob was the first to break the quiet. 

     "You manage to keep your emotions in check even when Sam comes around. I envy that. It must be soothing to look the one you love in the eye and hope nothing but the best for them, even when the feelings you still have choke you so tightly. That could never be me."

     "It could, Jacob, if only you'd let it," said Leah.

     Jacob's claws tore at the soft soil below as he spoke.

     "Bella and Edward made their choice and they expect me to pick up the pieces. I want her. She wants him. It should be as simple as picking myself up and moving on but when I think of him… digging his claws into her… something in me wants to tear off his head as my jaws clamp onto it with all the strength I have."

     "That's the kind of thinking that'll get you killed, Jacob."

     "Maybe I want it to."

     "You can't mean that."

     "Can't I?!" 

     The fierce, guttural bark let loose by the dark wolf made Leah wince in fear. It was as though the man within was gone and the primordial spirit of raw savagery was all that was left in his place. Was this path that Jacob gave in to the same path Leah would follow? The thought made her hide quiver. 

     There was eventually a feeling of forgiveness when Leah learned how hard Emily fought Sam's advances, knowing she was hurting her friend by giving in to them. Though Sam's unbridled anger got the better of him in response and left Emily with a terrible facial scar, the wolf within him was simply not within his control when it attacked her. And though she wished for their death countless times over, telepathically feeling Sam and Emily's guilt and regret in the wake of what they did to her hurt worse than the hatred that Leah learned to let go of.

     The love triangle Jacob was caught up in seemed more difficult, sadly. He could not know what Jacob and Bella knew; could not feel what they felt with the wolf pack's gift of telepathy. All Leah could do was implore him not to wander further down that path of destruction she herself was lost on.

     "You may not be able to understand how Bella feels, but will you do me the kindness of sharing this grief I feel for my father, Jacob?" Leah begged, half for her own sake and half for his. 

     Perhaps it was because the bitterness Leah and Jacob spat at each other through the years had built up into a force that was too strong, or maybe it was just that Jacob's hatred for vampires like Edward and their hearts of stone had grown too ferocious for him to let anyone in, or perhaps the truth was simply that Jacob knew feeling Leah's sorrow was enough to make him abandon that path of destruction, whatever the reason, Jacob ran away deep into the forest instead, in the swift way that he was known for. He ran until he was far out of sight, scent, or hearing range, forcing himself further down that long and winding road. Leah's words fell on deaf ears once again, but this time the thought crossed her mind that Jacob's path was his own to walk, no matter how similar their paths seemed to be. She knew then and there that it was time to start making her way back from her own path of self destruction. Leah decided she'd walk home on two legs. 

[el-michoacano]

cicatriz

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"Where'd you get that scar?"

There wasn't an easy answer; Nacho had many scars. He asked, "Which one?"

The Monte Carlo squealed to a stop before a red light, and Lalo turned his upper body toward Nacho. Lifting his arm to rest his elbow along the back of the seat, he reached out and touched the tip of his pinky finger to Nacho's eyebrow. "This one," he said. The light had turned green, but he either didn't notice or didn't care. It didn't matter, anyway. It was late, and the roads were empty and slick with a strange, unexpected rain. "Tell me about it."

When Lalo dropped his hand, Nacho lifted his own to its place. The scar was deep, so much so that he was left with a little bald spot in his eyebrow. He hadn't thought about it in years; It was just there. It was just a part of him, like the piece of another man's skull in his shoulder or the aching chasm in his chest. He was used to it.

A car pulled up behind them, and Nacho blinked in the sudden brightness of the headlights.

It idled behind them for a long moment, and Lalo glared at it as if the driver could see him. It honked, and he hissed, "¡Sigue adelante, cabrón!," as if the driver could hear him. Maybe they could, because even though they honked again, they pulled around the Monte Carlo and sped off into the night.

Lalo's dark, dark eyes found Nacho again, and he said, "Tell me about it, Ignacio."

Nacho didn't say, Only if you get us off the road. He didn't say, Someone's gonna hit us. He didn't say, Stop looking at me like you actually give a shit. He did say, "You know me and Domingo grew up together, right?"

Lalo said, "I do." He had been told weeks ago, and things had only gotten more complicated since then. Fring was breathing down Nacho's neck and the DEA was sniffing around and nothing at all had improved. There future was unclear. The upcoming drive down to Mexico was all there was to see, and he had no idea if he would ever be returning home.

"He's kind of a soft touch," Nacho said, though he felt bad saying it. He was sure Lalo had already realized it, though. He'd probably realized it that first day in El Michoacáno when he'd left Domingo looking like a scared fawn in the lobby while he cooked. "He was getting picked on, and chicanos gotta stick together, right?" He very much doubted the Salamanca prince knew anything about that, but Lalo nodded anyway. "It turned into this full-on brawl. I was all cut up, and Domingo ended up with a broken arm, and all of us nearly got expelled, but we won."

"That's all that matters," Lalo said with a shrug, and Nacho was certain he believed it. As long as the Salamancas were victorious, any loss was worth it, so long as that loss wasn't of Salamanca blood. It made Nacho's stomach twist. He'd nearly been such a loss. It had been Salamanca blood that had saved him. "Keep going."

Now it was Nacho's turn to shrug. "Tuco heard about it and made me an offer I couldn't refuse." He hadn't wanted Domingo, though. Domingo hadn't been brought in until much later, after a raid had left the Salamancas with far too few men to keep Hector's grip on the city.

"I've heard this part of the story!" Lalo's laugh filled the car easily, drowning out the sound of the rain. "You punched him in the nose!"

He had. It was extremely lucky that Tuco had been high out of his mind and found it hilarious, or Nacho would have been shot on the spot. Instead, he'd been pistol-whipped and left to bleed in the schoolyard.

Lalo finally took his foot off the break, seemingly satisfied, and off they went.

The pistol-whipping had only re-opened the scar, though. It hadn't been the cause of it at all.

In actuality, it had happened when Nacho was seven years old. He'd been upset about spending his Sunday morning in church in a stuffy little suit, and he'd been running up and down the aisle until his shoe caught at the edge of the runner and he'd fallen and conked his head on one of the pews. Lalo didn't need to know that.

[bellaxgiornata]

Also sharing my Matt Murdock x OFC story Caught in the Undertow on here now! I write a lot of Matt Murdock fics... There are darker themes and smut in this (18+), but there's also a softer side to Matt and Daredevil. The main character doesn't realize her best friend Matt is also her nighttime visitor Daredevil. Read the first chapter here!

Summary (107, 048 words)

Eight months ago Emily Diehl moved from Hell’s Kitchen to the Upper West Side as her wedding photography business successfully took off. But between her recent, traumatic break up with an ex who won't leave her alone and her increased workload, she's lost touch with her friends, family, and herself. Struggling through grief and depression, Emily ends up confiding in one of her best friend's and former crush along with her old neighborhood's mysterious vigilante, Daredevil–-though Emily doesn't realize the two are one in the same. Every day she is left wondering what it will take to find herself again. And as she slowly finds her way back, she's beginning to wonder just why Daredevil cares so much...

Excerpt from chapter 1:

I sighed, closing my eyes and listening to the faint sounds of the city below me. Somehow Hell's Kitchen was louder at night than the Upper West Side, though my apartment building was just barely a few blocks from the Kitchen.

There was honking in the distance on the streets below, and if I listened close enough I could hear faint drunken yelling. I could hear the soft whoosh of traffic below from the cars and taxis on the busy summer Saturday night. Even the wind was louder up on the rooftop, the sound a low whistle in my ear.

"You know it's not safe to sit so close to the edge," a deep voice cut through the night.

My eyes opened, immediately recognizing the gravelly voice even though I hadn't heard it in a long while. I glanced up to my right and spotted Daredevil in his red suit staring down at me. He looked exactly the same as the last time I saw him. His mouth was turned up at one corner in a small smile as he stared back down at me.

I snorted faintly, turning my attention back to the street below me. "Not really too concerned about that," I answered him.

"Because you know I'd catch you if you fall?" he asked, an almost flirtatious teasing in his tone as if it hadn't been months since the last time we'd seen each other.

I hummed softly in response, shaking my head slightly. "No," I muttered. "I just don't really care if I do."

I could see him stiffen out of the corner of my eye at my words. It was a moment before he sat down beside me, dangling both of his feet over the ledge as he positioned himself a couple of feet from my side.

"That's a bit dark," he pointed out.

"Says the guy in a devil suit that spends his evenings hitting people," I quipped back.

"Fair point," he agreed. "So what's going on? I haven't seen you in Hell’s Kitchen for a while."

"Because I moved just out of Hell’s Kitchen a few months back," I told him, eyes still on the street far below us. "Technically the Upper West Side, but it's only a few blocks from your… territory ."

"Sounds fancy," he mused.

"It is."

"But you aren't happy?" he asked, his head turning towards me.

I exhaled a long breath, closing my eyes. I could feel the ache in my chest and the knot in my stomach a little too well for my liking right now.

"You deduce that from a lonely woman sitting on the ledge of a four story building saying she doesn't care if she falls?" I shot back, though there wasn't much edge to my tone.

"That and the slow, erratic beat of your heart," he told me.

I rolled my eyes. "You know I forgot you had weird, bat-like senses or whatever."

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Just heightened, not bat-like."

"Still weird though," I teased him.

Turning my head on my knee to face him, I caught the faint smile on his mouth. That mouth was all I could ever see of his face, whether he'd been in his man in black get-up or the new red suit he'd had for a bit. I'd always thought he had a beautiful mouth but it's all I'd ever seen–besides the muscles through the previous tight black shirt he used to wear.

[spacedoutman]

【𝕻𝖞𝖌𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓 | 𝕬 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖚】

(𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 13)

Description: Kiss was the perfect name for the infamous bank robbers who kissed everything goodbye to go out in a blaze of glory. Wreaking havoc on 1930s America, what happens when the chase ends?

♥ Paul Stanley x Reader

Note: Get ready for a slew of bad decisions. God, I'm a sucker for writing disaster. It can be a little frustrating but It won't go without a silver lining ;)

Warnings: (more) Sexual themes, talk of death, anxiety

𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 12 / 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 1 / 𝖆𝖔3

Ace gasped sharply. His eyes widened in utter horror as you pounced him. He winced, crashing against the floor like a boulder. Every pinch of air in his lungs spilled. Gene raced over. You yanked Ace’s hands. “Go get something—quick!” You growled. Gene knelt.

“N-No, no!” He cried, his brows drawing together.

He held his face like he was posing for the cover of a horror movie. “It’s fine, it’s fine, stop!”

“Ack!” Ace honked. “Daddy, get them off meeeeee!!” He whined like a sad dog.

“Quit calling me that!!”

You clasped Ace’s hands together. He curled up like he was being compressed. Your head jerked to Gene, who reached over, easing ace’s hands out of yours. “This is his house.” Gene said in a small voice. “But trust me, he’s not going to do anything—it’s fine.”

“What do you mean, ‘it’s fine’?” You raised your brow. “You have to talk to us.”

Gene composed himself, breathing slow. “Trust me, as long as we don’t do anything to him, he won’t to us.” He calmed. Your eyebrow shot up. “I.. uh, won’t let him.”

“Daddy.. I’m snuffocating..-”

“-Shut up.” Gene hissed.

“If you told him anything, you know we’re gonna’ have to kill your male-wife, right?”

Gene wiped the tears from his eyes. “I didn’t say anything, I’m not that stupid.” He muttered. “But if he doesn’t stop this ‘daddy’ shit.. I swear to god-”

“What’s going on down here?” Paul’s gravelly voice echoed. The stairs sang with him. He drug himself down and rubbed his eyes.

“Gene?” You raised your hand quickly, your expectant voice cutting.

Gene quickly sighed. “We.. er,” He crossed his arms loosely around his chest. You stood up and plopped on the couch.

“Ace.” You peered down at him. He glared up at you. “Do you want to live?”

“None uh ya look like ya’lls could do much.”

“You know what?” Paul sighed, twirling a lock of hair around his finger. His voice lightened. “We should probably get to Joanna’s or some place..”

“Wasn’t the whole point of us coming here was to.. I don’t know—”

“Yeah, I figured it out.” Paul snapped right back at Gene. “We’re gonna..--Love?” Paul turned to you. His voice melted into a fond one. “Would you mind pulling Ace out?”

You stood up. “No problem. Make sure you guys let me know what’s going on.” You grabbed Ace’s shoulder and yanked him up. Fog clouded your brain. Ace wobbled along and you drug him out of the house.--You made sure to grab the shotgun. Tension poured as Paul yelled. Whatever he said melted into a terrible slurry.

“Sit.” You demanded.

Ace fell on his ass, crossing his legs. Golden and orange danced as they broke through the lilac sky, touching the scenery. You sat in front of Ace, hanging the gun across your lap. The two of you locked eyes. He shrugged quickly. His chin clung to his chest. He crossed his arms, lightly rubbing above his elbow. You tried your best to relax even though you could barely drag a thought through your head.

“Are you.. actually going to kill me?” He said through a nervous chuckle.

You looked down and away. Your vision blurred. Were you? Your heart picked up pace. You clutched—you couldn’t. You composed yourself and quit fiddling with your sleeve. You glared into his eyes. His gaze retreated. “If you keep this up.” You said sternly. “You’d better cooperate.” He subtly (or at least tried to) leaned closer to you. You took a deep breath. Your palms moistened.

He pulled his legs close to him. His eyes dulled vacant before shooting wide. His breathing picked up like running a marathon. He brushed his fingers against his face and through his hair. His shoulders jolted. You looked down, easing your knees to your chest. Cold metal sent chilled you. You hugged your legs.

It felt like being crushed by a boulder. Here he sat, just as powerless as you in this giant sphere called earth. You set the side of your face on your knees. The tense air between you gently melted. The two of you had one difference. The police wouldn’t be after him, would they? Or was he just as bad off? Did he have any income? Did you-

“I-I… never thought I’d be here.”

What did you say? Your own breaking voice was like shattered glass in your ear. Your heart twisted and dragged to beat. “Be where?” he mumbled through a tight jaw.

“Don’t you see?” You said a little more snappily than you would’ve liked. A thought popped up. You pushed it away. ”I.. I don’t know.”

“… And that’s okay, ya’ know?” His giggles were so nervous he’d jump if you moved quickly. “I can understand that.. totally.”

…

“Ya’ know.. I didn’t think I’d be here either. Held hostage like this.”

“What changed?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you being so nice all the sudden?”

He looked up. You looked up. He stared straight into your eyes. An overly wide grin spread across his lips. He held himself tight as a mummy. “Cause’ I don’t wanna die.. and you don’t look like yer situation’s so good either…. You know?” His voice softened. His steady gaze was… comforting? He leaned all the way. You tensed. His hand landed on your shoulder.

“It’s okay, ya’ know?” His brows drew together. “er.. uhm.”

Your eyes widened. You grasped the gun. He shook his head. “No, no, it’s fine-”

“-How do I know I can trust you?!” You spluttered. “You were just threatening us a couple seconds ago!”

“I could take that gun right now easy.” His voice dropped stern. “You and I both know it..”

“.. and I’m just as scared as you are.” he added gently.

“We’re in two different situations.” You furrowed your brows. He pinched at your sleeve. “How in god’s name are you gonna sit here and try to comfort me?”

His head eased to face the cool grass. “Let’s not focus on that.” He said a bit lightheartedly, looking back up at you. He smiled reassuringly. You couldn’t help but to return it. “You look like you need a hug.” He laughed.

“I still don’t trust you.” You playfully fisted his shoulder. “But.. er.. I need it.”

“I need it too.”

The two of you stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before he broke into happy chuckles. What did this man have to worry about? Your heart melted a little as he pat you lightly. You looked down. Giggles crawled to the top of your throat. He laughed his ass off. You’d never become an actress. Your eyes widened. Your pupils turned pin-pricked. Your heart plummeted.

You burst into laughter, slinging yourself against him. You wrapped your arms around him so tight he’d pop. He gently hugged you. Gene and Paul’s arguing boomed like a firefight.

[roachbot]

Intro time baybee

first official intro post hells yeah

I dont do a lot of intros but heres a shot at this

✮this bitch is stupid long, so be warned! full intro under cut!✮

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷BASIC INFORMATION

I will respond to any of these, but some I like more than others :-3

- - - - - ➼NAMES

Goblin, Lua, Soleil, Bo, Roach, Richy, Brutus, Nikola, Gabriel, Aeris, (etc).

- - - - - ➼PRONOUNS

It/Its

Rot/Rots

Hx/Hxm (he/him)

She/Her

Void/Voids

Circ/Circuit

Lure/Lurk

Ink/inks

Bite/Bites

Honk/Honks

End/Ends

Ranked in order of what I like best! i appreciate being called any of these though ^v^

(do NOT use they/them on me though! it makes me uncomfortable)

- - - - - ➼ORIENTATION / GENDER

I am ASPEC, more specifically Apothisexual, Aegoromantic, and questioning Autoromantic. although I generally use Aroace as a nice umbrella for it all.

I fall under the Agender umbrella, being gendervoid. oftentimes i fluctuate between presentations, generally feeling more feminine most of the time (although it is safe to ask what I feel like at a given time).

Apothisexual - an asexual who is repulsed by sex / sexual activities

Aegoromantic - an aromantic who enjoys romance and enjoys the idea of relationships, but have no desire to engage in romance in real life

Autoromantic - someone who is (usually) only romantically attracted to themselves or only enjoys romantic activities with themselves, by themselves.

Agender - lacking a gender

Gendervoid - feeling like there is a void or emptiness where your gender should be

- - - - - ➼OTHER

I am diagnosed with Autism, OCD, and I believe ADHD as well.

I have EDS, POTS, and mild Asthma

I am either 5'5" or 5'7" (you gotta guess)

my classpect is Maid of Space, making me a Taurgo

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷INTERESTS

- - - - - ➼ACTIVE

Interests that are either relatively new, or I'm actively into

Bigtop Burger, Vast Error, Hi-Fi Rush, Psychology, parasites, uncanny valley stuff, human behavior, art and writing, robots, (and more)

- - - - - ➼PASSIVE

Interests that are either relatively old, or I'm passively into

A Hat In Time, HLVRAI, Sally Face, Invader Zim, Sonic, TMA, Inscryption, horror content, (and more)

- - - - - ➼SPECIAL

My special interest !૮ ・ﻌ・ა

my own characters lmao. i am constantly thinking about my original characters tbh. the group i think about switches out every once n awhile, but I've always got at least one of them in the back of my mind, rotating like a baked potato in the microwave. I have too many to list here, but if anyone wants to know about them, shoot me an ask and i would be HAPPY to answer!

I recommend asking who I'm thinking about at the time !໒(＾ᴥ＾)७

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- - - - - ➼ Roachbot Roachthoughts

text posts I made, usually of something I was thinking about and needed to write down

(thats all i can think of rn, i usually just use plain artwork tags for most things)

- - - - - ➼ Roachbot Inkspaghetti

doodle posts, usually loose sketches or a spaghetti plate of ink

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷CONTACT

- - - - - ➼ASKBOX

Open! I'm okay with asks, but I'm a little slow an answering them. unless I'm not comfortable with it, I'll usually get around to answering any asks I get.

- - - - - ➼DMS

(Mostly) closed. I usually only accept DMs from people I know.

note that my content varies a little wildly between sites.

- - - - - ➼SOCIALS

Don't mind the usernames, I'm not consistent

Instagram: Spaghettio_Master_3000

Youtube: Goboblin the chip cruncher

Tumblr: You're already here, silly. it's Roachbot.

Itch.io: Gobobling

Artfight: SomeGoblinThing

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- - - - - ➼KEEP IN MIND

I am a minor (Mid teens), and I am not very up-to-date on a lot of stuff. I use this blog as a diary at times, so some of my personal thoughts on things will be posted (thought not super frequently). I am a multifandom poster, so I'll have a wide range of content on my blog

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- - - - - ➼DNI

generally just, if you're an asshole or a bigot, I wont wanna interact with you. that's about it, really

alright, well, that's all I got

might go back and edit this later, but for now

a very long winded intro to say: Hi, I'm Lua. welcome to my blog.

[demigodreading]

Saving Mini Benson Pt:1

Request: From @youngjusticeimaginesus​:  Hi, I was wondering If maybe you'd be willing to do a oneshot where Olivia's daughter gets kidnapped by Lewis instead of Olivia?

Summary: That’s right my favorite peoples... This is going to be a two part mini series because there was no way everything that I needed to say could be done in a one-shot! I won’t go into much because I don’t want to give it away but please note THIS PART IS A DOOZY! The next one may be worse but still this arc made me cry in the show and I cried writing this

Characters: Olivia Benson, Fin Tutuola, Amanda Rollins, Nick Amaro, William Lewis, Donald Cragen, Reader

Relationships: Olivia Benson x Daughter! Reader

Warnings: MAJOR Violence, Guns, Cigarette Burns, Episode Spoilers, Alcohol, Smoking Weed, Mentions of Shootings, Death, William Lewis, Mentions of torture... (I Think that covers it but if it doesn’t please let me know)

Word Count: 2320 (Like I said.. there was no way this was gonna be just a oneshot.)

And with that all being said: Let’s jump into it.

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Olivia and her daughter rarely fought but when they did neither one wanted to admit the other one was right. Olivia loved and hated her daughter for being so similar to her. Even now as she watched the miniature version of herself stalk the interview room the exact same way she would send her heart racing. Usually the similarities would result in a smile but not today. Today Olivia’s vision was a deep red as she confronted her daughter.

“Y/N you were caught smoking weed underneath the bleachers during class! So not only did you break one rule you broke two!” Olivia shouted, folding her arms.

“Wow glad that you know how to count,” Y/N mumbled looking out the window.

“What did you just say to me?”

“Look mom I just don’t get what the big deal is? It was one joint. One class!” Y/N retorted, throwing her hands up, “I am a straight A student who has a full ride scholarship to Harvard.”

“Yes, because Barba stuck his neck out on the line for you and put in a glowing recommendation,” Olivia spat, “What you did was careless. You could have ruined everything that was given to you.”

“You know for once in your life could you ever be fucking proud of me! I do everything that I can do to make you proud and yet at the end of the day I am never fucking good enough for you.”

“That’s not…” Olivia went to argue but was interrupted by Cragen opening the door.

“Olivia we got a problem. I need you right now,” He said, then shut the door without waiting for an answer.

“Just go save another poor unfortunate soul mom. Don’t worry about your daughter.  I’ll pick up my own pieces like I always do,” Y/N said, wiping tears from her face as she grabbed her coat.

Y/N stormed from the room before Olivia could stop her. She made her way through the precinct eyes trained to the floor as her mother’s voice rang out, “You better head straight home Y/N!  We are not done having this conversation and you are grounded!”

Choosing not to say anything, Y/N merely raised her hand in the air flipping her mother off before the doors shut with a loud slam behind her. Tears made dark spots on the concrete as Y/N made her way back to their apartment. Even the noises of the constant car honks and people screaming couldn’t drown out the voices in her head today. Failure. Waste of space. Stupid. No one. Unwanted. Unloved. 

It was the repeated song that kept her feet moving forward until she finally placed her key in the lock. She threw her bag by the kitchen island and threw her keys on the counter. She was about to turn on the living room light when a noise caught her attention. 

“Hello? Hello?”

As she turned the corner her vision was filled with the sight of a gun pointed right at her temple. A smirk crossed William Lewis’ face as he looked at Y/N, “Ah welcome home Little Benson. I was hoping that it would be your mother who was walking through the door but I guess you will have to do.”

Y/N went to scream but instead Lewis jammed the gun against her throat, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. One small slip of my finger and your mom will be left with a new kind of art all over her walls.”

Y/N let a single tear roll down her face before Lewis’ gun made contact with her skull and the whole world went black.

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Olivia had already tried to call Y/N twice but it kept going straight to voicemail. The last known location had been their apartment so at least she had the sense to head straight home. The guilt in Olivia’s stomach was insurmountable. Watching her daughter explain that she never felt like she lived up to her standards. Olivia had promised herself when she had Y/N she would never end up like her mother. Yet there she was shaming her child for one mistake. Y/N was more than just a good kid, she was excellent. She was smart, beautiful, humorous, kind, and so much more. She was everything Olivia could have ever hoped for. Knowing that her daughter thought she wasn’t proud was the worst pain she could have.

After the third call Olivia finally decided to leave a voicemail, “Y/N I know you are mad but I need you to know something. I am proud of you and will always be proud of you. You are the best daughter and the most amazing human. I was rough on you early. Please let’s talk through this. I’ll be home soon with your favorite Chinese. Just don’t do anything stupid? I love you.”

When she hung up the phone she placed her head in her hands and let out a large sigh. Fin placed a reassuring hand on her back, “Liv, it is going to be okay. She is just being a teenager.”

“No Fin, you should have seen her. It was like I was physically taking her heart out and ripping it in front of her. I should have never said those things. I didn’t mean any of them… I was just upset.”

“She knows, they always know.”

Olivia merely shook her head and began to gather her things to head home. She walked out of the precinct without a goodbye and headed down the street to Y/N’s favorite Chinese place. They knew what she was going to order as soon as she walked in the door asking where Y/N was. Liv pushed off their question and scrolled through her phone as she waited for the food. Y/N’s phone was still off giving Olivia an eerie feeling as she finished the walk to the apartment. 

Once inside she noticed Y/N’s bag on the floor and her keys on the counter. There was a sudden rush of cold air that made her notice the window that was open to the fire escape. She shut it quickly and then moved to Y/N’s room. The door was still open with everything the way she had left it that morning. Once her calls were unanswered Olivia opened the window again crawling onto the fire escape. Sometimes Y/N would go to the roof to watch the sun slowly crawl behind the buildings.When she reached the top however she was met with an unsettling emptiness. 

Olivia reached for her phone to call the only person who was able to calm her anxiety lately, “Amaro, Y/N isn’t here. I can’t find her. What if something happened to her?”

“She probably just went to a friend’s house to get away,” Amaro replied stirring the contents of his drink, “She will be back in the morning just to relax. Sleep off the anger and come back with a clear head tomorrow.”

Liv pondered this suggestion over and over deciding what she should do. When the silence became too long Amaro interjected again, “Liv, I’m serious. You two had the biggest blow out that I have seen in awhile. Give her time to be mad at you and think. If you smother her she might only push further away from you.” She thanked her partner for the advice and then shoved her phone back in her pocket taking a sweep of the roof once again. Finally she slowly made her way back to the apartment shutting the window with a slam before locking it. Olivia wandered over to the kitchen moving the cereal that covered the top of the fridge to get to her secret cupboard. From the opening she pulled a large bottle of her favorite red wine. She popped the cork and decided to forgo a cup taking a long swig directly from the green glass. A large sigh escaped her lips as she plopped down on the couch going over the events of the day in her head.

As the contents of the bottle slowly drained till there was nothing else Olivia realized her fears were all coming true. She was becoming her mother. A woman she never once wanted to be. Three empty bottles later she finally curled under Y/N’s sheets crying into her pillow until she finally was able to fall asleep.

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The next morning when Y/N did not return and her phone was still shut down all bets were off. Olivia was furious but more importantly she was terrified. Something was horribly wrong. Her morning was spent talking to Y/N’s two best friends and searching their houses for her. When that search was unsuccessful Olivia went to the school hoping Y/N had gone there. However, she had been absent all day and there hadn’t even been a call to excuse her from the day. 

When the morning bled into the afternoon Olivia was running around the city to all of Y/N’s usual hangout spots. The search of the library told her that Y/N hadn’t been there in over a week. The local bakery hadn’t seen her in three days. The coffee shop where Y/N always bought Olivia’s coffee when she came to see her at work had seen her two mornings ago but nothing since then. Even the old lady that had Y/N over twice a week to help her with errands and chores around the house hadn’t seen her. 

It was dark by the time that Olivia fell into her desk chair at the precinct. With her head in her hands she let the tears fall. A whole day was gone and there was still no sign of her daughter. If she had been kidnapped they were running out of time and losing it quickly. The longer she was out there the longer the person had to get away with whatever they wanted.

The squad huddled around in Cragen’s office looking at Olivia curled over her desk. Rollins was the first one to speak, “I bet you Lewis has something to do with this.”

“And what makes you think that?” Amaro asked, “There are plenty of people who could have a vendetta against Liv.”

“It’s just a feeling.”

“Yeah well have you ever considered the idea that maybe Y/N just ran away,” Amaro retorted.

Fin, Cragen, and Amanda all turned towards Amaro, shocked. Cragen was the first one to speak, “I know you haven’t been here long Amaro but this isn’t Y/N. Something is horribly wrong and we are going to figure out what is going on. Fin and Amanda go check out Lewis’ usual hiding spots. I’ll take Liv through her apartment once again to see if we missed anything.”

“And me cap?”

“Amaro… you stay here and set up a tip line,” Cragen responded curtly and then they all disappeared to find where Y/N had disappeared to.

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Y/N woke with a jolt as she felt cold water splash her face. She was met with Lewis staring only a couple inches away from her face. He grinned and grabbed Y/N’s chin as she tried to look away, “Well well there. Looks like someone is finally awake. Feeling thirsty?”

Y/N nodded her head yes waiting to scream as he curled his fingers around the edge of the duct tape. As he was about to pull it away he jammed a gun against Y/N’s throat, “Make any noise and I will shove this gun straight down your throat.”

Finally when he pulled the tape away Y/N spit right in his face, “Just shoot me already if you are going to threaten me with it.”

“And miss out on all of our fun Mini Benson. I think not. There is plenty that I want to do to you before then.”

Y/N began to panic as Lewis lit another cigarette. She remembered the way the others had burned against her chest and sides. She had lost count after twenty perfect circle burns and after the second pistol whip to the face she had passed out a second time, She couldn’t go through all of that again.

“My mom knows I am missing and she will be out looking for me. Just let me go and she will never have to know that you did it. Please,” YN begged.

“What is she going to think about that bruise on your face? Or the marks on your skin? I can’t let you go… plus I know that you both fought before you came home. I bet you that she thinks you just ran away and are leaving her,” Lewis chuckled.

“How.. how did you know that we fought?

“This lovely voicemail your mother left you,” Lewis said, placing your phone against your ear.

Tears began to run down Y/N’s face as she heard the apology her mother had sent her. Damnit! Why did I have to fight with her? We could have avoided all of this. Is the mantra that ran through her head as Lewis slammed the phone against her head and threw it at the wall.

“She isn’t coming for you,” Lewis snickered.

“Please… just let me go. I will do anything.”

Lewis pulled his gun and placed it against Y/N’s scalp, “You are still bargaining with me? Really. We are way past that baby.”

“I am the daughter of an NYPD detective. A decorated well known detective. My mother, her partner, her squad, the entire department will hunt you down. You think that you’ve put people through hell. It will rain back down on you.”

“You know what… let it rain,” Lewis said and then hit Y/N once again making her world go black for a third time. 

[shesinmy]

imagine you + gojo + night drive around tokyo after exorcising curses = <3333333 may i req for that one? you may write it however you wish!

A NIGHT TO BE WITH YOU

Gojo has been on a mission for a week now. You're already used to it, but in the end it doesn't matter, you always miss him. You even miss his endless teasing that sometimes get to your nerves.

The day has ended and you just got back home. You started to give your plants some attention and care when suddenly you hear a loud honk coming right down your window. Since it could be anyone for any reason you don't give it much thought. Until your phone starts ringing.

You take it and immediately read "Satoru The Hottest" needless to say that it was him that put his contact like that at your screen.

- Toru?

- Mochimochi, come down, I'm waiting.

"What the fuck" is what you think while you run to look at your window. There he was. With that smug smile of his plastered all over his face while his tall figure leans on the car. "Damn, his is the hottest". He starts gesturing to you and right after, he gets inside the car by the window just to put up the volume of the radio which was playing a ridiculous song. He just wanted to embarrass you while you make him wait a little longer.

You roll your eyes at his childish but can't contain the curves of your lips from coming up. You get down running and just as you close the door, you jump straight into his arms. He catches you and take you off your feet giving you lots of kisses in the crook of your neck.

You stay there for a bit feeling each other and recharging your batteries.

- Oh, I missed you, Mochimochi!

- I missed you too, Toru.

He relaxes his grip just to be able to look you in the eyes and kiss you passionately. A kiss so intense that you were sure you were going to come inside, but apparently he had other plans.

- Let's go!

- What? Where to?

- That's a surprise, Y/n.

He lets you go so you can both get into the car and just now you notice that the radio was still playing loud and clear to every neighbor to hear. You then put it down and Gojo pouts.

- Whhyyy??

- Geez... this part I didn't miss.

Now, he's pouting even more and giving you a really sad look with that blue sky eyes that if it was any other day you wouldn't fall for it, but since you do miss him you give that pouty mouth a well deserved kiss. His lips forms his well known smile again and you start to move.

The whole drive is full of chats with you catching up with some holding hands here, another kisses there and lots of caressing in your hair with that long beautiful fingers of his. About an hour or so, Gojo stops the car and opens your door for you.

- Now we have a gentleman here.

- I'm always a gentleman.

- That's debatable.

And he shows you his tongue just like a contradicted kid winning a giggle from you. When you take a look around, you can see the lights of Tokyo shinning on the horizon while the stars compliment them from up above. Is a quite place where the breeze is soft and a little cold. Gojo wrap his arms around you and rest his chin on your shoulder. For a moment there, there's only silence and feelings. You can feel his grip tightening and his breath getting a little heavier. You turn around grabbing his cheeks so you can look at him properly.

- Everything alright there?

- Yeah, love, I just missed you.

- Me too. Love you, Toru.

Thank you for the request. I love to right one shots too, even if they take a longer time I feel that they give me more freedom. And I love sweet moments with Gojo. Hope you like it :)))

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Eclectic | Part 2

Warning: Remember this my first time writing smut, so take it easy on me lol, but a nice reminder this one shot includes; choking, spit, slapping, gagging, daddy kink, all sort of kinks, praising, and etc because I don’t really remember hahah. Enjoy ;)

Word Count: 5,789

Also I want to give a shout out to @adevilstyles​ <3 

Okay, let’s dive in. Shall we. 

“Okay”

He grabs you and starts heading straight to the entrance for your next destination. You wasn’t sure where you would be going, but at this point he could fuck you in some dirty allyway, and have you bending over next to the dumpster. You would agree to it in a heartbeat. You have no control whatsoever.

The cool air smacks your face and you couldn't be more relieved to have felt some fresh air. He let go of your hand so he could take out his phone, probably he’s ordering an uber.

“Where are we going?” You asked him.

“To my place. Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s more than okay with me. But if I end up dead I will haunt your ass. Deal?” Raising your eyebrows.

“Scout honors.” He giggled and gave you a quick peck on your lips. Gosh You want to swallow that mouth of his.

He went back on his phone and you see that he’s requesting an Uber to pick you guys up. It looks like the driver will be here in five minutes.

He shuts his phone, and locks his lips to yours which makes you escape a soft moan because he tastes like vodka with a hint of mint. You gave him more access to your mouth so he has more room to assault your mouth with his tongue.

Your hands found its way to the back of his hair which you tug on and he let out an aggressive moan.

He gets turned on when you pull his hair. Noted.

You feel a hard on forming so you pull away to look at the source.

“Can I touch your dick?” You asked. If you’re being honest you were nervous to even ask him. Even though you know he’s turned on and he ‘clearly’ wants it, but consent is always key. Having that first conversation can always be slightly tricky, and sometimes awkward, but you don’t care. All you care about if he wants it.

He shakes his head immediately, giving you the green light. You cup your hand around his bulge and his breathing got increasingly heavier. You lean over letting your guys mouth hover over each other. Looking at his lips makes you feel shaky.

“Kiss me, please.” He begged. You tighten your grip around his dick to increase the sensation. His eyeballs rolled to the back of his head, which made you smile and feel good about yourself. Before you could do anything we heard a honk, which snapped us back into reality.

He pulls out his phone to see if that was our uber and thankfully it was, because at this rate we would end up fucking in the middle of the sidewalk. He drags you to the car, and we both slip in somewhat gracefully.

The ride consists of lingering open mouthed kisses, slight teasing with our hands. One in a blue moon the driver would peek through his rearview mirror. When he would catch the driver looking, he would throw him a deadly stare. That had him clenching his hands on the steering wheel keeping his eyes on the road.

“I can’t wait to fill you up, baby.” He said. Hearing that made you subconsciously clench your thighs together.

“Well baby you’ll have to earn it.” You said nonchalantly looking out the window enjoying the view of the city.

You were enjoying yourself until you felt a sharp tug on your hair, that had you leaning on his shoulder. He still has a strong grip on your hair that has you feeling a sharp pain on your scalp. Before you could even say anything you feel his mouth near your ear. His scent is overly overwhelming.

“Darling, I think you have an idea that you run this show. Little do you know you’ll be on your fucking knees the entire night. And your only role is to please me. Do you understand?” He whispered through gritted teeth.

Why do you like this? You should be pissed, but you’re not. You’re getting off on this and you do want to please him. You want him to use you up and toss you right back out. You want him to use all of your holes. So you nodded.

You heard him tsking, “No baby, I need you to use your big girl voice. Do you understand?”

“Ye- Yes, I understand.” You said.

“That’s my good girl.” He let go of your hair and pushed you off his shoulder. You adjusted yourself. Flattening your hands on your lap and trying to not focus the ache between your thighs. The rest of the drive was filled with watching cars go by.

Ten minutes later the car halted and looking to your left he was opening the door. His hand was in front of him giving you his hand so you could get out of the car. When you got out, he slammed the car door and started walking to the front of this bougie ass apartment complex.

There was a doorman who opened the door for us, to which you gave him a nice smile and mouthed a ‘thank you.’ You guessed he wasn't expecting that because he immediately turned red. You smiled and kept walking and trying to keep up with his pace.

He pressed the button waiting for the elevator to arrive.

“My name is Harry.” He said out of nowhere. But it was nice knowing his name.

“Nice to meet you… Harry.” You gave him a wink and looked back at the elevator.

Harry leans down so he could say something to you in your ear, “the only reason I gave you my nam because I want to hear you moan out my name when I fuck you.” He whispered and he went back to standing up straight. Before you could even find your word the elevator door opened.

Harry grabs your hand and walks you in. The elevator is covered head to toe with mirrors. It has a gold accent. Harry clicked on the 12th floor which was the highest floor. We were just standing here in our own deafening silence.

“Fuck it.” You heard Harry say, and before you could even register what he meant, you were against the mirror wall and his mouth found your mouth. Your hands found his waist so you kept it there while you too shared these heated kisses. It felt like you both were desperate. Like you were depriving each other from kissing one another. Even though it hasn’t been that long since you guys last kissed.

His lips found your neck which had you releasing an aggressive moan because your neck is your weakness. You got lost in the moment that you accidentally groped Harry’s ass. He stopped leaving love bites on your neck and he looked at you. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking. You were going to apologize until he told you to do it again.

“Are you sure? I didn’t mean to. I just got lost in the moment.” You rambled.

Gosh did you ruin the moment? Now he’s just pitying you.

“I said do it again, babe. I liked it.” He said. He seems sincere.

The door opens on the 12th floor. He grabbed your hand and forced you out the elevator and ran to his apartment. If people saw you too they’ll definitely think you too would be fucking, which they would be correct.

We got to his door and he was fumbling with his keys. You both laughed. He finally got his door to unlock and he pushed you in and closed the door. He turns on the light before you could even scan your eyes in his apartment. He throws his keys on the table that’s near the door, and he turns around and slams you against his door.

Our hands are all over each other and we don’t know where to touch. His tongue is scanning your mouth. It was just sloppy, but good. When he pulled away a strand of your saliva was tangling from his mouth. Instead of wasting it, you stuck your tongue out and did a whole loopy hoop with your tongue to collect it.

His eyes were trained on your mouth. You like having this effect on him. It makes you feel, I don’t powerful in a way. Who fucking knows, and you don’t want to over think it. Harry finally locks his eyes on yours.

“Is my baby just as dirty as me? Uh?” He asked, tilting his head forward and swiping your bottom lip with his thumb.

“Yes.” You nodded and stuck your tongue out to lick his thumb that’s on your lip. He brought his thumb inside your mouth and you closed your mouth around it and started sucking on it. He closed his eyes and brought his head back. You start sucking on it hard and lapping your tongue around it.

Gosh You can’t wait to suck on his cock. Based on his bulge earlier You know he’s big. You can’t wait to have tears running down your face and gasping for air.

He pulls his thumb out of your mouth and in return you give him a pout.

“Is my baby being a brat? Uh? Are you not pleased with me?” There’s a hint of humor in his tone. You don’t know if he’s teasing you or what. Either way it has you creating a mess between my legs.

“I just want you to play with me, that’s all.” You whined giving him your most innocent look you could pull.

He gives you a sinister look and right after that he laughs, but it isn’t one of those friendly laughs, more like in a taunting way.

“Ah, darling. You don’t know what you’re signing up for do you? It’s okay I’ll put you in your place, don’t you worry. But I do need you to be in my room naked.” He said stepping away from you and going to the kitchen.

You just stood there because you don’t know where his bedroom was to begin with. So you just stayed put until he gave you any further instruction.

Harry opens his fridge to grab a water bottle and he turns around to still see where he left you. He raised his eyebrows.

“I- I don’t wher-”

“Down the hall. You'll find it. Go.” He ordered.

You instantly walk down the hall hoping it wouldn’t be that difficult to find his room. Luckily for you there’s only one bedroom in this hallway.

His room isn’t really in your face. There’s some vinyl records, couple of nicknacks. His room is muted. There’s probably something you could find, but you don’t have time and to be honest right now you don’t care. you took off your Led Zeppelin graphic tee, took off your Doc Martens, socks, and you unzipped your oversized jeans.

You’re contemplating if you should also remove your black matching bra and your lacy underwear. You went against that idea because you wanted to cause trouble, so you sat down on the edge of Harry’s bed facing the door waiting for his appearance.

You start bouncing your legs because this whole waiting is making you nervous. Good nervous. But still.

Couple of minutes passed and finally the door opened. Your breathing got stuck in the back of your throat. Harry's eyes met yours immediately and soon after went down roaming my body.

His disapproval is showing because you still have pieces of clothing still on you.

He let out a tsk sounds and let out a deep breath. “What did I tell you? I said I wanted you to be naked.” He growled and closed the door.

“Really? I guess I forgot.” You said shakily.

He shook his head and brought his head down, but went back to looking at you. “I guess I need to punish you for not listening then.” He said nonchalantly.

Hearing that had you letting out a soft moan which you didn’t mean to happen. But hearing that is making you have butterflies in your stomach and all you want is to be punished.

“Ah, you want to be punished. Well… your wish is my command. Crawl to me…. Right now.”

You shake your head no.

“If I have to come and force you down on your knees, you won’t like it. Once again.. Crawl to me right now.” He said pointing to the spot he wanted you to be at.

You swallow your nerves and go down your knees slowly. When you planted your hands on the ground you made sure you were arching your back so you could master that sexy crawl. You’re swaying your hips slightly and maintaining eye contact with Harry’s.

Harry's eyes are on you. You made your way to the spot and Harry hummed in approval.

He bent down so you could be eye level. He grabbed your chin. There was a slight pain, but like Lady Gaga once said, “when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun.”

“There will be rules, but I need to know what you’re into and what you’re comfortable with. And a safe word.” He said.

“I-- I’m pretty much into everything and I would say I have some kinks, but I’m sure we have the same kinks. I feel like you’re into degradation, pain kink, smacking and spanking, spit, edging and most importantly… a daddy kink.” You smirked at him.

“Oh for a safe word, I guess eatass. It’s funny and I don’t know. It might get confusing because I could say, ‘Harry eatass now.’ but for now it can be our safe word.” You winked. .

“Oh my my, I guess I got myself a slut.” He laughed.

“Yes you do. Daddy.” Harry closes his eyes and lets go of your chin and stands back up straight. You look at his lower region and he’s already hard. You lick your lips and you can’t wait to have your mouth around that cock of his.

He glances down at you and smirks. “Well baby you have a smart mouth. I would like to make some arrangements to make sure you know who you’re speaking to.” He said while untucking his blouser out of his pants. Soon after he’s taking off his shoes and socks. After he’s done he starts to unbutton his trousers and pulls it down.

His trouser got discarded and soon after was his blouser. The only thing he had on was his black boxer.

“Is this where you’ll shove that cock of yours in my mouth so you can bring back your ‘manly self’. You said with an air quote.

He giggled and before you could prepare what would soon happen his hand found your cheek and the room was soon filled with a harsh smack. Your mouth is hung open. You let out a gasp which turned to a moan with your eyes closed.

He grabs your face so you can look at him again. “Open your fucking mouth you fucking bitch.” He seethed. You immediately open your mouth. He pulls his boxer down. His cock is big and thick. His tip is swollen and covered with his pre cum.

You look at him while he starts stroking himself. “I want to see tears running down that face of yours and I want you to look at me. If it’s too much I want you to smack my thighs. Got it?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Good girl. Now open up.”

You open my mouth with my tongue out. He starts tapping his cock on your tongue and you taste his pre cum. He let out a moan when it made contact. You close your lip around it and start sucking on it. Hollowing your mouth so you could create a nice suction for him. His head went all the way back relishing the moment.

The part that you can’t fit in my mouth you use one of your hands to stroke him. You’re moving your head up and down and making sure to take him all the way. All you can hear is wetness from your mouth and Harry’s moans. Tears are starting to come down your face because Harry is becoming forceful and taking charge. He pulls your hand away from his dick.

“Stay still. I’m gonna fuck the shit out of your mouth. Open wide.” You did as you were told. Hearing the noises your mouth is creating is having you clench and seeing your saliva dripping down his cock has you losing your sanity.

You remember he liked it when you groped his ass, so you brought your hands to his ass and started squeezing it. He has a nice butt. It’s soft. Seeing Harry acting like this makes you feel giddy and you take pride in knowing you’re the one making him feel good. While your hands are on his ass, you have another bright idea. You start moving your hands down, which he gives you a questioning look, but you want to know if he would like having his balls being touched. Thankfully your saliva reached his balls and it was all covered so it would be a nice feeling for him. When you began touching his balls and started to message it, his mouth hung open.

Fuck---Just like that baby.” He said all hazy while keeping up with his momentum.

“I want to hear you gagging on my cock. I want to ruin you so badly. Open fucking wide you slut. Let me use you.” He said groggily,

You opened as wide as you could. He pushed so hard that it hit the back of your throat so aggressively. Now you begin to cry. You’re still playing with his balls and the noises that are coming from his mouth. Is something you want to hear on repeat.

You’re so close to your breaking point, but you don't want him to stop. Seeing him in his trance is something so beautiful to witness.

You close my eyes to help you control your breathing. “Hey! Keep your eyes on me, pretty girl.” You snap your eyes open.

“Hey I was wondering - shit! I was wondering if I can hold your nose while I fuck your mouth? You don’t have to, but -”

You interrupt him by nodding your head right away. You think you can do it.

“Okay, good. Remember if it gets too much smack my thighs. Okay.”

You hummed which had him moaning loudly.

“Okay, intake as much air as you can. Okay?”

You nodded, “ 1, 2, 3” You hear him say. You took as much air while he’s still fucking mouth. Now his hand is covering your nose pushing your head down and your mouth is at his pelvic bone. You close your eyes trying to control your breathing. The tension is getting too hard and overwhelming.

“Hold it, Fucking hold it. You got this baby. Fuck-” While thrusting his cock in your mouth. After a couple of thrusts he pushed your head away.

You let out a big yelp and gasped for air. You wipe your mouth and eyes. “Fuck” You said. He gave you a couple of minutes to recompose yourself. Which you were grateful for.

After you feel ready, You give him a nod. He walks towards you wiping away your tears and brushing your hair away from your deshieved face.

“You look so pretty, baby. Seeing you like this just by my cock shows how desperate you are. Desperation isn’t a good look for everyone, but somehow you make it work. C’mon get on the bed because I'm not done with you yet.” He said helping you to get back on your feet.

Before you could go to his bed he grabbed you by your waist and planted a kiss on your lips. The kiss is once again sloppy but this time extra sloppy because your mouth is still covered in your saliva. You still have the taste of his pre-cum. You bet he could taste himself.

His hands found a way to the back of your bra and he unclipped it seamilsy. His hands are on your shoulder pushing the strap down so he could see your voluptuous tits

“You like what you see daddy.” You said while groping your tits and teasing your nipples.

“I want you to suck on it. For me?” You batted your eyes to get some type of reaction, but you didn’t. He nudged his head in the direction of his bed. You obeyed and walked towards it. When you got there you crawled on the bed having your back facing his pillows.

You spread your legs and had your arms prompted up so you could lean back.

“What’s wrong daddy? You don’t like what you see?” trailing one of my hands to your stomach and down to your covered pussy.

You made a small circle over your covered clit which had you rolling your head back. “Fuck.” You could feel his eyes on you and it’s making you more railed up. “Daddy- fuck! Just like that, make me your slut.” You said hoping it’ll have him coming your way.

“Stop it.” he said agitatingly.

You’re getting a rise out of him. You brought the hand you weren’t using to your left boob playing with your nipple. Teasing it and pinching it. This feels so good .

“I said… stop it.” Harry gritte out. Before you knew what was even happening. Harry was kneeling above you, snatching your hands away, “You want to act like a brat. I will make sure you remember who I am.” Soon after that he spits on your face. You felt it on your forehead, eyelids, and on your lips. You open your eyes to still see him above you.

“Do it again, but this time in my mouth.” You said. He smiles and shakes his head.

“Open up then.”

You opened your mouth and he spit right in your mouth. “Swallow it.” Which you did.

“That's my good girl.” He pecks your lip, but soon after he brings his head to your boobs. He’s nibbling on your left nipple, but he’s also pinching your right nipple. A horrific sound escaped your mouth. Fuck he’s so fucking good, fuck.

“Fuck- little bit harder please.” You moan out. He knows about the woman's body, and he’s doing it very, very well.

Harry is making a sucking sound that has you letting out an aggressive moan, in the middle of it he bit on your nipple slightly harder. You pinch your eyes shut because this is getting overwhelming. Out of nowhere you feel a sudden smack on your nipple, the one he was sucking on previously.

You open your eyes immediately and you look at him and his lips are swollen. Fuck he looks gorgeous.

“Eyes on me. Got it? I want to see those eyes of yours.” He said groggily.

‘Mmmmh.” Instead of Harry smacking your tits this time, he smacks your face.

He grabs your face and squishes your cheeks together, “Words darling. I need words.”

“Yes daddy.”

He resumed assaulting your nipples trying to keep your eyes trained on his. His eyes are blown out and it’s filled with so much lust that you could hardly control myself.

Harry started to lower himself and you started to get squirmy because of how much you missed his lips on your nipples. But you didn’t have to mourn over that loss any longer because you felt his hands playing around the seams of your underwear.

His face is now on your pussy and he left open mouthed kisses on your covered clit and his hands are on your thighs giving it a nice shake.

Your eyes are wide waiting for him to make the next move because this whole close approximately will be the end of you. You see that he’s also getting squirmy because he’s pressing his hard cock to the mattress to relieve some tension. You know he won’t last long, and you just can’t wait until he pulls the plug.

“I need you to touch me, Harry. Please.” You said lazily. You can't keep up with this tension any longer.

“I’m touching you. How would you like to be touched?” Smirking while giving your thighs attention by leaving love bits and lingering kisses.

“I want your mouth on my clit.” You said. Harry lets out a moan and nods his head. You just know he’ll cave.

Harry grips the top of your underwear and pulls it down. You help by raising your hip so it can give him enough room to discard this pointless piece of material. When it got to your ankle you started kicking it so he could bring his attention back to you.

When you heard it plop on the floor you immediately spread your legs open, so he could see your glistening pussy. His eyes went wide and he licked his lips relishing this amazing cunt of yours.

“Daddy, instead of you looking at pussy I rather have your mouth on it.” Giving him an eyebrow raise. His demeanor shifted and you couldn’t pinpoint that look he was giving you.

“Why would I do that?” He said. Before you could even answer he slapped your clit which made you release a scream.

Fuck.

“I need my baby to be a little nicer to me. Where’s your manners?” He said with a smirk.

“I’m sorry, daddy please?”

“That’s more I like it,” He said with a smile. “but I need your word. I want you keep your eyes on me while I fuck you with my mouth and fingers. Got it?”

“Yes- Yes I promise.”

“Yes to whom?”

“You daddy.”

“Good girl. Open up for me.”

You spread your legs and his mouth is instantly on your heat.

His eyes found yours and he was assaulting your clit with that mouth of his. The feeling is so overwhelming, but you refuse to break eye contact. Harry’s tongue is lapping around your clit while sucking on it. The noise he’s making is sending vibration through you and you just couldn’t get enough of him.

“Just like that, Fuck-”

You were interrupted when he bit down on your clit. The room is filled with your moans and you just don’t have the strength to fight it off. You raise your hip so you could grind your pussy all over his mouth without missing a beat.

He’s eating you alive with that devilish mouth and his eyes. It’s like this was his last meal and he’s going to make sure he has every drop of your arousal. Your hand found it’s way to the back of his neck and you forced his head down on you more.

It’s like a slip and slide and seeing his face covered in your arousal has you losing yourself control. He pushed your hip down by placing his hand on your stomach. When you feel your butt hit his mattress he has his fingers teasing your entrance. you see him dripple some spit on your folds and tracing it so it can get to your entrance. Without any warning you feel one finger inside you.

“You’re so tight, baby. I can’t wait to have you tight around my cock. Do you think you can handle it, baby?” He said hazily, while pushing his finger more in.

“Yes, I -- I can handle it. More daddy.”

You’re seriously losing your composure. You can feel your orgasm coming because you're feeling pressure in your lower abdomen. You simply feel overwhelmed and overstimulated.

“Look at you using your manner. Does my baby want me to fuck her with my fingers? Soon after I have you coming all over my cock” Pulling his eyes away from your pussy so he could look down on you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you feel a sudden smack on my clit again that has you screaming, but it went back to a moan. This man is going to be the death of you.

“Eyes on me. Answer my question now.”

“Yes. Please, daddy.”

After you said that he pushed one more finger inside of you and you're full with two of his fingers. You’re so stuffed, but you refuse to let him think you can’t handle it.

You let out a deep moan becaue he started ruthlessly fucking you with his fingers and you just couldn’t comprehend what your body is going through. Harry is making a ‘come here’ motion with his fingers inside of you which is hitting that lovely spot of yours. Before you could hit your orgasm he pulls out.

You wanted to scream, but you saw him stroking himself and aiming it at your entrance.

“I haven't come yet.” You whimpered. You really thought he was going to make you come.

“I was planning on making you come more than once, but you’ve been a brat all time. So you’ll have to deal with what I give you tonight.” He said groggily.

Before you knew it you felt him pushing his cock inside of you slowly, but enough to have you closing your eyes tightly because you never had anything this big inside of you before.

“Relax- fuck!” You heard him say.

You try relaxing so you could have him all inside of you. He took a couple of seconds to feel his pelvic bone touching your cunt. He lets out a whimper and he brushes his hair away from his face. He looks so hot above you. His tattoos are covered in sweats which makes you want to lick it clean.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

That’s all he needed to hear because he started pulling away and slamming right into you.

“Shit Harry. Oh my gosh.” You moaned out running your hands on your face. This feeling you’re currently feeling you have never experienced like this before. He’s so mean, but you love it.

His hands found your throat putting pressure on both sides on your neck that had blood immediately going striaght to your head. The slapping of the skins is creating a beautiful sound you both created.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight. I have you wrapped around my little finger. Don’t I?” He asked, sounding so delusional. His eyes are focused on your pussy and seeing his dick disappearing inside of you.

“Choke me harder, daddy.” You moaned in the middle of his ruthless thrusts. Smacking his ass which had him tossing his head back.

“Does my baby want to be treated like the useless slut that she certainly is?” He growled while maintaining eye contact. “I want to hear it. Say, ‘Daddy, fuck me like I’m a dirty slut that I know I am.’” He said.

“I know you like it because after I said that you started clenching.” He said.

He isn’t wrong because that instantly made you more turned on. You didn’t know it was even possible.

“Daddy, fuck me like I’m a dirty little slut that I know I am.” You grited out, pinching your eyes closed.

“Good girl.” He said and he picked up the pace and put more pressure on your neck. Your legs started to shake and you don’t know how long you could last. This is so intense and you seriously don't know what to do with this feeling. Before you could get stuck in your own head. You felt Harry’s fingers circling your clit. You open your eyes seeing Harry circling your clit fast and so fucking hard.

“Harry-- more-” You got interrupted by a smack on your clit. Your head went back slamming your head on his mattress.

“Fuck!” You screamed out.

“Who the fuck is Harry? Say my fucking name, you slut.” He growled fucking you harder. You could tell he isn’t going to last long.

“Daddy more. Make me come daddy. Daddy, daddy.” You couldn’t help it, but to praise him.

You guess hearing that made him realize he’s so close. “I need you come baby, fucking come.” He removed his hand so he could bring it back to my throat. You took his place by circling your own clit.

“Fuck, I’m close daddy, fucking harder!” After that the room was filled with smacking skins and your moans until I felt a strong spurts which triggered your own orgasm. You hear ringing in your ears, and all you can do is relish this moment with open arms because you don’t know what else to do.

You stopped touching yourself and you feel Harry laying on top of you. Leaving kisses on your neck. Harry pulls out which you immediately felt both of your cum seeping out of you. Before you could do anything about it Harry had you spread your legs open and he began to lick you clean.

“Harry- I’m too sensitive. Fuc-” You moaned out and you didn’t have enough energy to fight him off because it felt so good. After he cleaned you up he brought his head out and you watched him licking his lips clean. You couldn't help, but to smile. He crawls on top of you and he starts leaning over so both of your mouths are hovering. You force his head down, and both of you lock lips.

Harry. You fucking arrogant son of a bitch.

                                           Fin. 

[worminstuff]

dreamsmp mcmh

dreamsmp members as teachers au: blrub edition!

mcmh = Minecraft middle and high school

no warnings:)

wordcount: 3.9k

I will also definitely take requests from now on with this teacher au! Weather it be reader x teacher bla bla or whichever teacher and whatever prompt you think of! Just plop em in my inbox and I’ll check em out! I may not get to all of them or even see them all but I’ll try!

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Mr.Wastaken - math

“The quadratic equation isn't useless, you just don't understand it. Here,” the students glared at the diss from their teacher. Dream turned his back to them as he attempted to draw another diagram on the board.

He took a quick glance behind him at all the kids, he was only met with empty stares.

“Oh come on- guys! Really?” he laughed slightly, a wheeze crawling up his throat. They looked angry at him. “You all look like kicked puppies.”

One of the boys in the back kicked his friend. “Jared!” said friend threw his pencil at him.

“Okay well obviously we seem to be done with math today..” Dream sighed and shook his head slightly as everyone watched the fiasco in the back. He’ll step in. In a minute.

“If you throw the pencil by holding it by one end not in the middle, it'll spin more.” he called to the boys in the back. 

Mr.Blade - english

“Did anyone have any trouble or anything with the paired text writing last night?” his arms were folded on his chest, not in an angry or off putting way, his hands were just cold.

“Yeah actually I-” one student started,

“The rubric is the link under the one for the document template.” he  prematurely answered, a soft grin gracing his features.

“How did you?..” the student tilted their head in confusion. 

“You ask the same question every time.” Mr.Blade shrugged and everyone laughed softly.

Techno loved the little community that was his class, he's had them for about 3 months now so he's gotten to know them really well. This little bunch was incredibly creative and he really enjoys reading their assignments. 

Mr.Blade sat down on the edge of his desk and slid his still cold hands into his pocket, scanning the small group of kids in front of him.

“Is anyone having any trouble?” He tried to seem nice as he asked because he didn't want to come off as pushy. There was a chorus of yes’ and techno grinned.

“Well as you all know, as Sun Tzu once said-”

Before he could finish his sentence he was cut off by a series of groans and sighs as everyone rolled their eyes.

Techno smiled to himself. He really did love his job.

Mr.Jacobs - history

“Amy!” Karl excitedly grinned and dapped up a small girl walking into his class, “Was that extra credit assignment i sent pretty easy or was it too hard? I can switch it up if you don't like it.”

Amy told him it was fairly easy and she would be done with it very soon.

“No rush ames!” he said as he craned his neck a bit to look at her as she sat in her chair.

He was just about to step into his classroom as the bell rang, but a certain hand tugged on his forearm.

“Hey!- oh hi nick.” Karl's smile grew. Sapnap smiled but shook his head softly, “I've got a class this period but I wanted to come say hi first.”

Karl giggled, “simp!” he whispered before turning to quickly walk into his class.

Everyone was excitedly sitting in their chairs, talking about due assignments and anything else they could think of.

“Good morning everyone! Hello, hello, hello i hope your other teachers have treated you well this morning and if they haven't then that's okay cause you're here now.” he pointed finger guns at the bunch of them and then grabbed the remote to turn on the smart board.

Mr.Quack/Mr.Q - Spanish 

“Hola mi niños!” Quackity smiled widely at the bunch of  kids sitting in front of him, there was a chorus of answers from the excited kids. Many of them were in the “wrong seats” as to sit with friends because today, today was kahoot day.

Every Friday was kahoot day where they always do some type of kahoot whether it be related to the lesson or not and everyone was always excited.

Especially kids who have PE before this class, the coach's competitiveness really sticks.

No one hypes these kids up more than Mr.Quack, which causes for the occasional noise complaint.

“Aye! Mr español! Keep it down here you spanish gremlins.” Mr.Dude pressed his head through the doorway scolding the class, the students erupted into a large fit of laughter only causing their volume to rise.

“You can’t put a volume warning on learning Sam! We're popping off!” Quackity yelled over the laughter of his students.

Mrs.Nihachu - art

“Oh my goodness! This is beautiful!” Mrs.Nihachu flashed a sweet smile to the student in front of her. She was handed a small doodle of a flower and she was already pinning it on the board beside her desk.

Her class was currently working on their test grade assignments, some making sculptures with cardboard or paper mache, some making clay creations, others painting. It was a big jumble of chaotic creativeness and nikki was enjoying it thoroughly.

Her class was often chaotic in this way, but during lunch time it was much calmer. There was a small group of students that would eat in her room to escape the crazy chaos of the lunchroom, and she enjoyed it as much as them.

She loved to listen in on the current drama and give advice where she could, they were her little buddies and she adored them.

Coach Sapnap & Coach Punz - PE

The sound of a whistle was no stranger to this classroom, or rather, this gymnasium. There was only one whistle, and two teachers. Both coaches made it ritual that whoever got there first would get it for the day.

Today, Coach Sapnap happened to get the whistle first.

“Okay kiddos-” coach Punz was cut off by the blaring sound of the whistle beside him.

“Airtight Kiddos!” Coach Sapnap clapped happily as all the students turned their attention towards the two Coaches. “It's kickball day,” he grinned deviously as the students cheered.

Both of them directed the class to one end of the gym to split them into teams.

“Okay so we’ll pick two team captains, and then they'll go back and forth picking their team and then once everyone's picked, the team captains can rock paper scissors to pick which one of us you want on your team.” Punz explained and everyone nodded.

sapnap picked one of the smaller girls in the class as one captain, and another kid standing near her as the other. Both of the kids picked through the class until it was separated into two groups.

“Okay! Ready?” they both nodded. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” the girl had picked rock, and the other kid picked scissors. Immediately the victor pointed to Punz with a small smile.

Punz’s arms shot up in the air “Aye! That's right! Gimme five!” he high fived her small hand.

sapnap smiled and shook his head, “no this works out perfect because i know you guys were hoping for me on your team, right?” sapnap joked to his team, one boy jokingly piped up,

“well..Coach punz is ideal but, you're okay too.” the whole class erupted into laughter until Sapnap blew his whistle ushering them to start the game already.

Mr.Notfound - engineering 

“Mr.Notfound where are the extension cords for the soddering table?” George currently had his freshman period and they were working on a lightboard project. Today's task was soldering the leds to the correct wires and such on the back of the projects.

“Em..they should be there..are they just not? Or are they on top of it and you just didn't look?” he quirked a brow at the freshman.

“No, it's just not there..” they shrugged. 

George nodded, “alright, do you want to go ask Mr.Wastaken if he's got a spare or would you rather me go instead?” George asked with a small smile. He was quite stonic before so he was afraid the kid thought he was mad at them. The freshman said they would and scurried off.

George decided he wanted to walk around the class and see how everyone was faring with their projects and if there was anything else they couldn't find. 

He walked around all the desks and lab tables and stopped at a small group of friends all working separately but sitting together.

“How's it going over here?” He held a very small smile. The group replied positively and each showed their projects to which he praised. They were all really really cool already, and he couldn't wait to show Dream some of his favorites after they were turned in to be graded.

Mr.Fundy - biology

“Mr.Fundy, your coat is very...bright.” A student named Owen, was referring to his very colorful lab coat. He sounded as if he was trying to compliment him, but he really couldn’t just LIE to his teacher.

Fundy narrowed his eyes at Owen. Owens desk was directly in front of the lab table that was his desk, in the front of the room. Fundy was stood behind it.

Fundy placed his hands on the table and leaned forward, “are you making fun of me?”

“He SO is.” The girl next to Owen said with a grin.

“Hey! I wasn’t! It’s just very...different.” Owen defended.

Fundy pointed an accusing finger, “there’s that backhanded tone again!” He ended it with a giddy laugh.

The rest of the class joined in until, “alright alright! I get it! It’s not super pretty but! It’s a great Segway into today’s lab,”

The rest of the class groaned loudly, smiles showing through.

Fundy snorted a laugh and shook his head, pulling some beakers from the drawers in the table.

Electives:

Teacher Eret - sociology

“So she told you you weren’t invited? After all that?!” Eret was currently chit chatting with his very small third period clas that consisted of a small group of kids that happened to be friends.

“Right teacher eret! I was like, woah, that’s so honked up! So we all decided we’re not going.” A girl named Jane said.

“Well that’s very sweet of you, I would’ve done the same.” Eret patted the first girls head endearingly as he walked back to his desk to sit in his desk chair. The girls continued their small conversation, including teacher eret when they wanted input.

Eret was heavily fond of classes like this where they were all very close already and he found it easy to bond with them. It just happened that these girls did there work on time so they had plenty of time to chat with him and eachother. 

His favorite thing was when they’d give him fashion advice, because he always took them up on it. It paid off too, he’s a very dashing dude because of it!

Mr. Dude - comp science

Sam was sat at his desk typing away as the class was doing a quiet activity. They were playing around with coding websites that are essentially games. The class was fairly small, so he’d grown quite a bond with his little dudes over the past couple months.

“How are all you guys other classes going?” He asked, turning his chair to face them.

“Mr.Notfound is honestly about to give me a headache.” One of the girls sat towards the window said, her friend beside her laughed and nodded.

Sam laughed softly, “how come?”

“His room is always a mess! I can never find the correct pieces for anything. You have to look where you wouldn’t think it would ever be and then that’s where it always is!”

A few other kids laughed and agreed as they had him aswell.

“Not to mention he gets grouchy sometimes when we ask him to much.” One boy poked in.

“He does? That’s not to nice. I’ll poke him about it.” Sam said to his kiddos with a soft smile, “how we feeling about a snack break?”

All the kids quickly agreed and he pulled a box out from under his desk with various snacks and drinks and placed it on the floor in the front of the room.

“Have at it!” He made his way back to his desk as there were various wrapper sounds and “thanks Mr.Dude”’s

Mr.Soot - drama

“Okay let me get this straight- you did the script assignment but you didn’t study the lines?” Mr.Soots eyes were narrowed.

“Well no i used the script to help but I didn’t memorize it.” The girl in front of him said, her name is gene.

“Hm. Alright, you can just read off it then I suppose, it better not render your performance though, geney!” He smiled as he nudged her towards the stage. 

The students were doing this group project where they made their own story’s and scrips and they got to perform them for fun, not for a grade. They had a free day so they decided it would be fun to do it today, and Wilbur was the most exciting out of all of them.

He watched each one, giving copious amounts of praise and encouragement and he really enjoyed it. The bell rang faster than they’d all expected since they were having so much fun, and he waved them off as they went on to their next class.

Wilbur sighed to himself, a content smile on his face as he sat in the front row of the auditorium. 

“What’s with the sigh?” A voice started him slightly as it broke the silence of the large room.

“Jesus phil, a bit of a warning, yeah?” He pressed a hand to his chest.

“Sorry, should’ve announced myself. My bad, mate.” Phil walked up the small steps of the stage and sat on the top few, facing wilbur.

“You looked awfully content, a good class?” Phil asked.

“Oh definitely. Love that bunch to bits. They’re so smart and they’ve got so much passion for theater but they’re so carefree and they have so much fun. I just love to be a part of it. Makes my job a whole lot more fun.” Wilbur spoke with a proud grin. It was true, he really did adore his students and he was beyond proud of them.

“I’m glad!” Phil stood, “keep up the good work, kid.” He clapped him on the shoulder as Wilbur nodded.

Mr.Schlatt - political science

“No you said it was before the time you had it, therefore your argument is invalid cause how can you claim you had it during that time if the entire argument is based around you not having it?”

Schlatt stared at the student in front of him. He was a tad speechless, which was impressive in itself.

They were talking about a stupid debate thing shlatt had made up, but he made it with a loophole, wondering if they’d actually catch it. He was very surprised one of the students actually did.

“You’re correct actually. Good job, ren.” His brows were raised as he tried to hide his proud grin. He didn’t want them to know how genuinely excited he was that they figured it out.

“That’s stupid.” Ren said, with a blank stare.

“Aye!-“ Schlatt was about to go off a tad when the door opened and Mr.Q stood in the doorway.

“Am I interrupting a yelling session?” He asked

“Yes.” Both Ren and Schlatt answered at the same time.

Mr.Halo - self defense

Mr.Halos class was one of the chilliest, like Erets and Sams, there wasn’t a whole lot of work getting done during class since they would just talk about various things and have snacks.

Today Bad taught them about various hotlines they may need to know about for different situations they’d find themselves in.

“Do they just make hotlines for everything these days Mr.Halo?” One kid asked.

“Well sometimes. Not for everything though, but definitely for a lot of things.” He responded.

He was currently sat cris cross on the rug in the front of his room, munching on a orange as the rest of the class was also having snacks. 

He loved classes like this because these were times when his job didn’t feel like work, he loved that he was helping make sure these kids could be educated enough to protect themselves when he couldn’t. He worried about them, but he felt happy when he could see them safe and sound, and not hungry, like they were at the moment. He cherished these simple moments the most.

Even more than the times he’s watched them scrimmage some defense tactics and evidently fall on their butts in some instances. 

Mr.Skeppy - money management

“Mr Skeppy, I'm bored.” 

“Okay.” Skeppy replied as he stared at his computer screen, his head rested in his hand.

The student scowled slightly, others giggled to themselves.

“Mr.Skeppyyyy” the kid groaned, the kids around him laughing. 

“Fine, if i put up a kahoot will you all leave me alone?” He smiled softly, sending the kid a side eye.

The class agreed loudly and he pulled up a kahoot about vines.

“Whoever gets first place gets 6 bucks.” Skeppy said with a grin as he leaned back in his chair.

“Isn’t that counter productive to the lesson we’re learning about waisting money on stupid things?” One girl said.

“Why six?!” Another student suddenly said, the rest of the class flowing into laughter.

Mr.H - hospitality

“Wait so your other teachers didn’t give you guys valentines?” Mr.H asked, his eyes wide as he stared at the kids in front of him.

They all shook their heads, “Mr.Jacobs and Mrs.Nihachu did. But that’s it.” One boy said as he shrugged.

“Mr.Wastaken didn’t even know it was valentines until we mentioned it, poor Mr.Notfound.” One girl said back, her eyes trailing of to the floor as she raised her brows. 

Mr.H laughed loudly, he loved how his kiddos were so comfortable in his class to diss their own teachers.

“Well not here! Today you all have a valentine and that valentine is me.” He said as he placed little bags full of different candies on each of their desks. He put them together all by himself with little hand written letters. It was adorable.

They all excitedly opened the little presents and read the notes together, all of them giving Mr.H a hug. 

It was a very adorable day in the H classroom.

Mr.Frost - horticulture

“Mr.Frost! Can we go outside for class today?” The students were filing in for class since the bell just rang.

“Sure! How about..how about we go bug hunting?” He replied.

The students all agreed very excitedly. Once the bell rang for the start of the period they began doing their begging of class rituals which included watering a bunch of different plants and taking care of the compost bin. Then once that was all done everyone got some jars and set out to go outside and see what they could find.

Everyone ran around trying to find different things and yelling out when they did find things.

“Mr.Frost! I found a caterpillar!” A boy named Lennon ran up to Ant.

“Really?! Show!” Ant watched happily as the boy showed his new caterpillar friend.

They discussed what type of caterpillar it may be before Lennon ran back off to his friends. 

Ant loved classes like this where he got to be outside in the sun and watch all his students learn hands on in a super fun (and adorable) way. It was one of his all time favorite things.

Staff:

Mr.Minecraft - principal

“but it’s so annoying! Why can’t I just leave when I gotta go, why should I ask to take a piss!” 

Phil stared at the boy in front of him, a blond one by the name of Tommy. This kid frequented his office way to often.

“I don’t know Mr.Innit but you’ve got to listen to your teachers, it'll get you out of my office and I think that’s something we both want.” Mr.Minecraft glared slightly.

“Oh come on! You don’t like hanging with me Mr.Minecraft?!” Tommy said with a grin.

“No, Tommy we’re not ‘hanging out’ you’re in trouble.”

“Well when you put it that way it seems bad-“ Phil cut tommy off,

“It is bad Tommy!” He scoffed, holding in a laugh.

Mrs.Puffy - councilor 

Mrs.Puffy was a hugger, a very big hugger. So whenever kids came in crying over just anything, hugs were a must. Often students would visit when they only needed a hug! Sometimes that was her favorite thing.

“He said there was no-“ the small girl heaved for air a tad before continuing, “l-late credit, but but I didn’t have time and I- I need to get the grade and I just-“

“Hey, hey, it’s alright! Mr.Blade seems scary but I bet if he knew you were this stressed he would be very happy to help you out! He’s a very nice man.” Mrs puffy wad currently trying to calm this girl out of a the panic attack she was seemingly having.  

“R-really?” She asked Mrs.Puffy

“Of course! I actually think he’s got a free period right now, would you like to talk to him now? I can have him come here so I’ll be here to and it’ll be easy peasey lemon squeezey!” Puffy said with a big smile.

The girls nodded softly with a sniffle and puffy brought her in for a hug.

She would always have the kids backs, no matter what. Even if that meant talking to the big scary Mr.Blade, who was more likely afraid of her really.

Teacher Callahan - substitute

“Callahan!” Mr.Wastaken yelled, he was laughing but he was getting slightly frustrated.

Callahan apparently didn’t have a class this period, so he went to Mr.Wastakens class as he usually does to annoy him.

Callahan has been taking the pens for the whiteboard dream was trying to use and passing it around to students to pass to each other . It was very funny.

Callahan didn’t always pick this class because of Dream, he also picked it because there was a fellow mute in this period. Her name was alise, and she used ASL alot, which made Callahan actually learn a bit so he could talk to her! 

Dream actually thought it was really cute, so he tried to get Callahan to teach him some as well, so he could talk to alise the way she communicated. This backfired terribly after dream learned that thank you, and fuck you, we’re actually very similar signs. Callahan had taught him the latter. Alise never corrected him, she only made a silly face and huffed out a small laugh. Dream apologized a lot once he learned. Callahan thought it was hilarious though, so often him and alise sign said sign to dream just to tease him.

Another thing Callahan did often was stand behind dream, and mock him. Dream would walk farther from the board as he would go on and on talking with his hands and such. Callahan would make his way behind him and pretend to sit on the edge of his desk.

So every time dream would turn around wondering why all the kids were laughing at him, he would see a normal looking Callahan who would only shrug. This always made the kids laugh even more. No one would rat him out though, it was teacher Callahan!

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fate (jungkook x fem!reader)

Summary: You and your tattoo ex Jeon Jungkook have been broken up for the past 2 years. But what happens he enters your life again when you just have gotten over him?

Pairing: jungkook x reader, reader x jimin

Genre: angsty af, tattoo artist Jungkook, eventual smut (?), break up!au

Words: 3.4k

Chapter 4/6 (1) (2) (3) (5)

WARNING: This chapter does mention sexual harassment. If this affects you, I advise you please not to read. Viewer’s discretion is advised.

The next morning, you lay in bed as the sunlight dripped into your room. Your head was pounding from last night, and you felt a heavy weight in the pit of your stomach. Why did Jungkook still have so much influence over you? You groaned on the pillow, covering yourself in the blankets. 

A knock on the door filled the room. You heard the door creak open to see Jimin holding a plate of pancakes. He gave you a sympathetic look as you were buried in your little cocoon.

"Are you planning to get up today?" He laughed at you, placing the plate on the edge of the bed. 

You shook your head, the smell of the pancakes hit your nose and suddenly your stomach was rumbling with hunger. You sat up in bed and reached over for the pancakes. You gave Jimin a thank you as he plopped himself beside you on the bed. You took a bite out of your pancake, fluffy as always. Not as tasty as Jungkook’s a voice shot from your thoughts. You immediately felt guilt rush through your body. Jimin had been nothing but good to you. 

"Do you want to talk about last night?" Jimin said calmly, bringing up the elephant in the room. 

You broke eye-contact with him as visions of last night flashed before you. Jungkook kissing you and Jimin confessing to you. It all seemed too much for you to handle. 

"I don’t think it would help me if I’m honest," you replied. 

Jimin nodded with understanding. You were grateful for him not pushing you. What was there not to like about Jimin? He was a gentleman, had a good job, was funny and patient. Why couldn’t you reciprocate his love for you? 

Jimin dropped his head to rest on your shoulder. A simple gesture that you used to think nothing about, but now your mind was running with thoughts. 

"How did you even meet a guy like him?"

Your eyes widen at his question. You couldn’t even remember the last time you thought about how your relationship with Jungkook started. It just seemed so long ago. 

The noise of your friend’s car honking signalling that they were outside your house. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror while grabbing your school bag. You rushed outside your house to see all your friends in the car. Jumping in, you greeted all of them as you all made your way to school.

You and your friends were all gossiping and texting, catching up with the school drama you all missed. During high school, you were in the popular group of girls. Looks and reputation were most important to you during this time. You were always put together, was in the cheerleading group and studied hard in your classes.

"Hey, _______" your friend piped up, looking away from her phone, "I heard that jock guy you’ve been hanging around with wants to take you to prom!"

Your face immediately turned red at her words. Prom was coming up and you had your eyes on one guy. Yet he still hadn’t worked up the courage to ask you even though you were declining offers from other boys at your school. Your body was filled with a rush of adrenaline. Maybe today was the day he would finally ask you.

When you and your friends pulled up into the school’s car park, you all sat for a bit longer before the bell rang for classes to officially start. Suddenly, you heard the sound of an engine revving behind you. All your friends turned their heads to see a motorbike pulling up in the space beside you. With the driver having a helmet on, you couldn’t see the man's face, but you already knew who it was. 

Your friend scoffed, "Jeon Jungkook", as she watched the man get off his motorbike. 

"I heard he got arrested for drugs", another friend piped up, "He’s such a freak."

You nodded in agreement. "He's in my chemistry class," you said.

While you and he did not sit together in chemistry class, it didn’t stop you two both sharing glances at each other. You both were in opposite worlds. He was covered in tattoos and you worried about your hair and grades.  You never actually had a conversation with him. Besides, the occasionally sorry if you bumped into him or if you had to pair up with him for an experiment. He seemed quiet and reserved and didn’t want anything to do with the other students. His mysteriousness fascinated you, but you knew your friends would make fun of you if you ever confessed it to them. 

You sat in chemistry class bored. Your friend was not in class today, so you were sitting by yourself staring into space while the teacher talked away. Your mind went to the idea of your crush asking you to prom. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered away at the idea. You knew you were seeing him at lunch, so you were quite nervous as time passed.

"________ and Jungkook, you two can pair up as both your partners are absent today."

 You were pulled away from your thoughts by your teacher’s words. Hearing the sound of a chair moving and footsteps coming up behind you. You looked up to see Jungkook staring down at you. His face was expressionless as he sat down in the chair beside you. You gave a quick glance across his neck tattoos and silver rings on his long fingers.

As the teacher passed out the experiment sheet, you had the urge to actually have a conversation with him. You thought it was very irritating that Jungkook seemed to think he was above the rest of the students at school. Before you knew it, you turned your entire body to face him. 

"Hey"

Why are you talking to him? Nobody ever talks to him. Especially not the popular goody two shoes. 

"Hi", he responded dryly, raising his eyebrow at you. 

So enthusiastic you thought to yourself sarcastically.  He obviously had no intention of talking to you. 

"So, what part of the experiment do you want to do?" You suggested to him. 

Jungkook glanced down at the paper and shrugged. 

"It’s up to you."

You give him a glare and told him which parts of the experiments you two were doing. As you were preparing the chemical liquid, you made another attempt at making chat. 

"Are you going to the prom next month?"

"I don’t know, are you planning on asking me?" he shoot back at you. 

Your jaw almost dropped at his sly words. You looked away from his face and back to the experiment, reading the instructions so he couldn’t see the red in your face.

"You wish. Are you too cool to go to your school’s prom? " You sneered back at him.

Jungkook’s eyes turned to yours as his posture straightened up.

"Maybe I am too cool," he replied, "Or that prom is only fun for the popular group and everyone else just sits and watches, bored out of their mind."

"That isn’t true. What would you know about school? You hardly ever show up and when you do you never talk to anyone. "

"Well, I’m sorry I’m not in the popular group where the only thing I do is gossip and worry about my looks." Jungkook spat back at you.

You were frustrated that your attempt at a talk had now turned into an argument.

"You’re such a jerk Jungkook. I just wanted to have a conversation while we did this boring experiment. " You scoffed at him. You rested your chin on your palm, trying to breathe at a normal rate.

"It was a nice try, princess. But you and I are not the same and have nothing in common. Let us do this experiment and leave class so we never have to speak again. " He explained.

His word dug a sharp pain in your heart. He had no interest in talking to you at all. It was the first time you felt a sense of embarrassment for even trying. Why did he have to be so honest and blunt with you? You decided to take his words and you both carried on with the experiment in silence.

Near the end of class, you both finished up with the experiment and were now taking notes on it. You bit your lip and sneaked a glance over at Jungkook. He had finished writing the notes and was now staring at you.

"Why do you never talk to anyone?" You mumbled.

Jungkook gave you another look. He thought the conversation was over. His eyes darted around your perfect face and saw that his words hit you. He didn’t expect you to have such a strong reaction, he didn’t think you cared about what he thought.

"I would just rather be alone," he answered.

"But don’t you ever get lonely?"

Yes.

"No. Not at all. " He said blankly.

You opened your mouth to speak but the bell rang indicating it was lunch time. Your mind immediately turned to your crush. You shot up off your chair and quickly threw your stuff in your bag. You gave Jungkook one last look and said goodbye, quickly hurrying out of the class.

Jungkook rolled his eyes at how fast your emotions changed. He thought about how you genuinely wanted to talk to him and get to know him. He did not know why he was so defensive, maybe because no one had ever made an effort to talk to him. He threw his bag around his shoulder, ready to leave when he spotted something on the ground. His gaze landed on a pair of house keys. Assuming it must have been yours due to how quickly you left the room; it must have dropped out of your bag. He reached down and picked the metal key up, slipping it into his pockets. He better return it to you before lunch is finished.

Meet me behind the school building.

You reread the text over and over again. You felt like you couldn’t breathe because of how excited you were. You quickly pulled out your pocket mirror and checked your makeup and hair. He was finally going to ask you to prom after dropping so many hints to him. You rushed to the back of the school building. It was always deserted and hidden, so it would just be you and him there.

You turned the corner and saw him standing there. You thought your heart was going to burst from joy. You walked over to him, fiddling with your fingers in nervousness.

"________!" The tall jock yelled at you as he saw you coming.

A wide grin spread across your face hearing him say your name. You gave a greeting to him and stood in front of him. He asked you how chemistry was, and you just said it was boring as usual. You wanted him to pop the question to you.

"So we have been talking for a while now," he began.

Your back immediately straightened up at his words. You buzzed with excitement. You nodded at his words.

"And I feel like we have been giving each other signals recently."

You nodded again in agreement. The tension was now building up in your stomach.

"So that's why I wanted to ask you…"

"Yes?" You spoke a little too quickly.

"Would you want to hook up with me after school in my car?"

Your face and heart immediately dropped.

"What?" was all you could say.

"Come on baby, I know you have been begging for it."

Your heart was shattering, and you couldn’t help but cringe at yourself. You turned your feet and walked away. You were so upset you couldn’t say anything to him.

“Where are you going?” He said catching up to you.

“Leave me alone now” You spat at him.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed your arm, pushing you into a wall. You flinched at the pain of the rough brick wall hitting your back and the man’s huge body pressing up against you.

"Stop playing so hard to get _______." The boy whispered into your ear. "I promise I’ll make you feel so good."

His hands moved to your hips to hold you in place. All you could do was shake your head.

"No. Please. No "

As you felt his hand move under your shirt, the weight of his body was suddenly gone. Jungkook was throwing blunt punches at the boy's face before you could even comprehend what was going on. You stood in shock for a moment, watching blood come out of the man’s nose as Jungkook kept beating him with all his strength.

"I swear on my life, if you touch her again you are dead!" Jungkook bellowed in the man’s face.

Before Jungkook could land another punch on the man, you quickly grabbed his shoulders and pulled him away.

"Leave him Jungkook, it is not worth it." You exclaimed at him.

Jungkook's gaze landed on yours, his chest was still heaving up and down in rage. He suddenly grabbed your hand and took you towards his motorcycle. He passed you the helmet and lifted you onto the seat. He still hadn’t spoken a word to you. He climbed on after you and started up the engine.  Your natural instinct was to wrap your hands around his waist as the bike started to move.

Jungkook drove out of the school. He kept driving straight until he came to a stop next to a fast-food restaurant's parking lot. As soon as he parked the motorbike, you took off your helmet and he climbed off the motorbike.

Before you could even say anything to him, Jungkook grabbed both your shoulders and stared into your eyes.

"Are you okay _____?" He asked, finally saying something.

"Jungkook I-"

"Are you okay?" he repeated more sternly.

"Yes." You nodded, answering him.

"Did he touch you?" he continued to ask. His face was covered in concern for you.

"No, he didn’t." You spoke.

You saw Jungkook breathe a sigh of relief. Who knows what Jungkook would have done to the guy if he actually had touched you. Jungkook let go of your shoulders and leaned on his bike. He stared down at the ground, his hair covering his face.

"I’m sorry that happened to you."

You gave a weak smile at his sincere words.

"And I am sorry I was such a dick to you this morning. I don’t know why I was. I was just so confused. " He explained.

Seeing this new side of Jungkook was unexpected to you. You didn’t know he could be so gentle and worried.

"It’s okay," you assured him.

"Do you mind if we start over again? Please? " Jungkook questioned, facing you.

"Sure thing, Jungkook" you said, giving a small laugh.

You both sat in silence for a while, staring into nothingness. Then a thought popped into your head.

"Why were you even going behind the school building in the first place?" You asked.

Jungkook’s smile appeared as he dug a hand into his pockets.

"I believe you dropped your keys," he said as he held up your house keys.

You both laughed as you shook your head with embarrassment.

"Then I guess I better owe you something." You said to him.

Your eyes landed on the fast-food place beside you.

"I’ll treat us to lunch!" You responded by tilting your head towards the burger joint.

You and Jungkook sat in the restaurant booth and talked until late in the day. Never before had you felt such a strong connection with someone as you did with Jungkook. You got to learn everything about him. His tattoos, his parents, his ambitions, and his opinions. You told him everything about yourself and your family, your college plans, and your future goals. He was paying close attention to you as you spoke. He admired the way your eyes sparkled, and your hands moved as you rambled on about school or your hobbies. Jungkook could sit and listen to you talk all day and never get sick of it.

When the fast-food restaurant finally closed for the night, Jungkook offered to drive you home, which you gladly accepted. You noticed the soft wind on your face and your hands around Jungkook as he and you drove home. It was comforting to be able to simply hold him. Jungkook wished the night could go on forever.

His bike pulled up beside your house, signalling the end of his journey. The only thing that made things visible to you were the streetlights. Jungkook helped you in getting off the bike by holding your hand. Your heart thumped a little faster than usual as a result of the gesture. You both stood silently facing each other. You were both adjusting to the fact that the night had come to an end. “Well, thanks for driving me home.” You said gratefully.

"No worries" Jungkook responded, tracing his tattoo on his arm.

"Are you going to be okay?" He asked.

You nodded, "I’ll be fine. Don’t worry. "

Jungkook smiled with understanding.

"I guess I will see you tomorrow in chemistry." He spoke up.

He knew that this night would never happen again. Things will return to normal, and you will never speak to him again. He said so himself, you two were two very different people. You were thinking about it too.

"Okay, see you tomorrow." You uttered to him.

Jungkook climbed back on to the bike as you turned to walk away. However, you could only take one step forward as your body froze into place. You couldn’t just leave Jungkook without saying something to him, but what?

Suddenly, you spun around and marched back up to face Jungkook. Before he could open his mouth, you cupped his jaw with your hands and placed a soft kiss on his lips. It lasted for a second before you pulled away. Jungkook stood with his eyes wide and expressionless. You blushed in embarrassment and turned away again. Not until his hands grabbed your hips and made you face him.

"No, you don’t" he whispered before pressing his lips back onto yours. It was pure ecstasy, and your heart was pounding with happiness as he pulled you into him.

All of your high school days were spent with him after that. When your friend group began to disapprove of Jungkook, you gradually distanced yourself from them. You and he spent the majority of your time together studying, eating, and sleeping. Jungkook enjoyed taking you out to eat or surprising you with a trip to the amusement park on special occasions. Jungkook finally confessed his feelings for you and officially asked you to be his after your second date. He was so ecstatic that you had accepted that he spun you around in his arms, nearly making you dizzy.

Jungkook asked you to prom later in the year. Even if he didn't like the idea, he understood how much it meant to you. He was also fascinated by the prospect of seeing you in a breathtaking dress. He even dressed up and put on a black suit and tie. He was a gentleman, bringing you flowers and reminding you throughout the night how beautiful you were. It was during the slow dance that he finally told you he loved you. He was madly in love with you. There was no one else who was more suited to him. That night, you gave him your virginity, and he swore he'd never leave you.

The love you two shared was indescribable. Jungkook was yours, and you would be his for  forever.

Jungkook sat in bed, reminiscing about you and him. He let you go despite the fact that you were his soulmate. As he remembered how you looked at Jimin, a small tear rolled down his cheek. He was all too familiar with the expression on your face.

He knew you would be happier without him. It was a thought that crushed him.

Perhaps it was time to let you go.

(Next Chapter) 

[caffeineforbucky]

As Time Goes By...(Chapter three)

A/N: This one took a while to write. I've just been so busy doing absolutely nothing all while procrastinating, so special thanks to that. No, but I really hope you like this, fellow reader. If you like the series, let me know if you want to be tagged!

(Side note: I've been playing RE8, thirsting over lady D, and dying over and over...it's going great! It's part of the procrastination...)

Also, has anyone seen the Bridgerton musical tiktoks? I swear I've had the 'burn for you' song in my head all last month and if you've been living under a rock...here's the link:

https://youtu.be/EwY9_m5qeow

Word Count: 2,299

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

Warnings: I don't know....angst? As always, John Walker!?! AKA; Fake Cap. Umm...If I missed any let me know.

(A little PSA: I don't hate John Walker: or the actor. John is a well-written character. This is just strictly for the purpose of where my story is going. I'm more reiterating how Bucky treats him in the show. Thank you!!)

You groan, rolling from your left side to lay flatly on your back, arms spread out beside you. You inhale deeply, becoming aware of the moistened dirt and crushed wildflowers beneath you as they release their aromatics. Birds chirped around you, the busy sounds of traffic fading away while you lie still in the field, oxygen feeling heavy in your lungs.

"Y/N?!"

You barely heard the worrisome calls of Sam over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. You lift your head, the view of icy mountains in the distance, blurry figures making their way towards you while you somehow managed to sit up. Your head was spinning, a sharp ache on the side of your thigh.

Your eyes flickered down, taking note of the small paring knife lodged in your thigh. You exhaled softly, nodding your head at the sight of it. "Okay," You grumble in agreement. With shaking hands, you wrap your fingers around the handle, bracing yourself by taking intervolved breaths before carefully pulling it from your thigh.

You worked fast, ignoring the crunch of rocks and dirt under the acknowledgeable footsteps of Sam and Bucky. Taking babochka, you cut off the end of your pant leg, wrapping the spandex around your wounded thigh before securing it with one of the holsters, tying the ends into a knot. You remain quiet, carefully pushing yourself up to your feet, transferring all of the weight to the opposite leg, eyes drifting up to meet the guys. "Are you guys okay?" You murmur, dusting off the clumps of dirt and dead leaves from your jacket.

"Are you?!" Sam exclaimed incredulously. "You're bleeding!" He points out, gesturing to the bright red staining the skin of your calf as it dripped down to your boot. The wrap might've held the wound shut, but that didn't mean blood wouldn't have soaked through.

"Oh, this?" You ask, glancing down at your leg, the wound throbbing in agony, but you did your best to avoid it. "I've had worse." That was true, from all those years fighting as an avenger. Getting shot, kicked, stabbed, beaten until you were purple, and undergoing mind control. This tiny stab was the least of your worries. It still hurt like hell, and you couldn't hide the discomfort in your features.

"Do you want a piggyback?" Bucky asks suddenly, slightly annoyed at your nonchalance and still concerned nonetheless. You weren't expecting it, the odd but kind offer, especially from the menace himself. Though you weren't one to pass up being carried. With a hesitant nod, you agree, watching Bucky crouch just a bit, allowing you to climb on his back.

The position was awkward for both of you. With his hands tightening on the back of your knees and your arms wrapped around his neck, neither of you could think straight. Yet, you were still thankful. The road to the airport was a long one, and you weren't sure if you could make it in your state. Bucky held you as if you weighed nothing, his super-soldier strength showing off while he carried you on his back, footsteps matching up with Sam. He didn't mind doing it, especially since he was the one who offered, and the proximity was just a bonus.

"Sorry about Redwing," Bucky muses, breaking the silence while the three of you sauntered down the empty road. There was nothing for miles, only empty plains of grass and dirt. Young trees scattered, lacking the greenery around them, evident of the cold weather in Munich.

"No, you're not," Sam remarks, narrowing his eyes to a pinprick at the winter soldier. "You've always hated Redwing."

"That doesn't mean I'm not sorry about it," Bucky grumbles, tightening his hold on you as he felt you slipping. You gasp at the sudden strength, clinging better to his shoulders as well. "How're you doin' up there?" He asks, jaw clenching from your touch.

"All things considering," You sigh, pushing aside the butterflies in your tummy at how close you were to Bucky. "I've been better. We've gotta find out where that super serum is coming from."

"Yeah," Sam chimed in, glancing at you. "-And how the hell after 80 years are there eight super-soldiers runnin' loose?"

Loud honks of a horn ring in your ears, tires treading on the gravel as an army jeep slows down beside the three of you. "So, that didn't go as planned, huh?" John chuckles, pushing the door open only for you to keep walking, paying no mind to the man in stars and stripes.

"Okay, keep going," John utters, signaling the driver to keep up as he pulls the door shut. "Look, at least we know what we're up against, huh? And I'm pretty sure it's one of the big three...so,"

"Aliens, androids, or wizards," Lemar comments as John nods his head in agreement.

"There's no such thing as wizards!" Bucky grunts, keeping his eyes forward, hands on the back of your knees.

"Fine, aliens or androids," John settles, sharing a look with his best friend beside him. "Look, it's 20 miles to the airport, and you guys need a ride. Gary, stop," He instructs, the wheels slowing down. John opens the door once again. "Get in," He sighs, motioning all of you inside the jeep as Bucky and Sam's footsteps came to a halt.

Bucky gently sets you down, taking note of the small whimpers falling from your lips. No matter how tough you appeared to be, you still carried so much vulnerability. "You okay?" He asks, eyes filled with so much concern it almost scared you. He hadn't looked at you like that in a while. "Do you want any help?"

With a soft nod, you oblige to Bucky's ask, needing more help than you anticipated. You didn't want to add any strain or force to your injury. You didn't even realize it happened, and that part of it was Sam's fault for swooping to grab you while you had a knife in hand, but you weren't going to start pointing fingers. You wrap your arm around Bucky's shoulder, using him as support while he boosts you up on the jeep after Sam climbs up first, helping you settle beside him.

"Woah!" John exclaims, almost rising to his feet at the sight of your thigh, your hands stained with blood. "Are you okay?"

With a curt nod, you adjust yourself to relieve some of the pressure while Bucky takes a seat on your left, leaving you to be right smack dab in the middle as he pulls the door shut. You blow out a breath, knowing damn well if it hadn't been for the mishap, you would've walked the damn 20 miles.

"Lemar, hand me the first aid kit," John instructs, pointing to the steel case beside his friend. You wanted to protest, but even you knew that the strap wasn't going to work. Mouthing a thank you, you take the case from Lemar's hand and clip it open.

"Okay, so we got eight super-soldiers on a bulk supply run," John continues, the jeep beginning to roll down the road. You hand the case to Sam, asking him to hold it while you searched for gauze, medical tape, and butterfly bandages, you were probably going to need stitches, but you'd worry about that later. "Why?" John asks, watching closely as you patched up your wound.

"They say their mission is to get things back to the way it was during the blip," Sam answers, handing you another strip of tape. "Maybe they're just tryna help."

"They had a funny way of showing it," Bucky adds, his eyes trained on you, a hiss slipping through your lips as you roll down the remaining spandex. You sigh in relief, the ache becoming dull as you shut the case, giving it back to Lemar.

"Better?" John asks, earning a single nod as a response. "I don't think we've properly met. John Walker," he smiles, offering a shake of his hand, but you didn't move, only staring at the outstretched palm in front of you. "Does she talk?" John mumbles suddenly, looking to Sam or Bucky for a reply.

Your eyes cast down, gaze hardening at the sight of the shield in his grasp. Flashes of Steve running through your mind, the many times he'd catch you trying to throw it like he would. Steve Rogers meant a lot to you, having joined him in not signing the Sokovian accords, being an outlaw, and helping to clear Bucky's name with Sam. So, seeing a man who wasn't Steve hold the shield awoke something in you. Something unkind and hateful.

"When she wants to," You claim, John squirms in his seat, sensing the tension as your eyes flicker to his. "And frankly has no desire to speak to you."

"You don't even know me," John defends, glancing at Bucky, a sly smirk on his lips, and Sam, who rendered quiet, his eyes looking elsewhere. John sets his attention back on you, lips razor thin.

You scoff, shaking your head softly as you fold your arms over your chest. "Jonathon F. Walker," You begin, leaning back in your seat, your eyes never leaving his. "Former Captain of the U.S Army's 75th Rangers Regiment. Graduated at the top of your class from the United States Military and the first person in American history to receive three medals of honor, ran RS-one missions in counterterrorism and hostage rescue."

John's tongue darts between his lips, a frown spreading throughout his forehead at the information you were giving him. Either you did research on him or, you just read his file, which you had done both. You were not one to go into a mission without potentially knowing who you were up against. It was better to be safe than sorry.

"So you saw the news?" John chuckles, the frown falling from his features while he shrugs. "Big deal, so did the entire world."

"Custer's Grove High school alumni."

John's smile falters.

"There you met, Lemar Hoskins and your current wife," You tilt your head in curiosity. "Olivia, right? Or am I getting it wrong?"

Clearing his throat softly, John broke eye contact with you. So you did know him, and you probably knew more than you led on. "Do they always just stare like that?" He gestures between you and Bucky, who had displayed the same distaste for him.

Sam glances beside him, observing the matched body language you shared with Bucky, its no wonder Bucky had taken a liking to you, even if he'd never admit it. "You get used to it," Sam smirks, turning his head back to Walker.

"Okay..." John drags, eyes flickering to the more sensible one of the trio, and that was Sam. "Look, that serum doesn't have the greatest track record, no offense," He waves his hand, dismissing the insult directed towards the only super-soldier in the car.

"We need to figure out where they're going. How'd you track 'em here?" Sam asks, "The flag smashers."

"Uh," Lemar murmurs, scratching the back of his head. "We didn't track them. We tracked you through Redwing."

"You hacked my tech!?" Sam gripes, straightening out his back as he sat up.

"Sorry," John laughs, "It's not exactly hacking. It's government property...kind of the government. Alright, you know things have gotten kind of..."

"Chaotic," Lemar adds.

"Yeah," John nods in agreement. "The GRC, they're doing their best to get things up and running smoothly post blip. If you guys teamed up with us-"

"No." Bucky interrupts. He couldn't let Walker finish that sentence.

"I've got mad respect for all of you," Lemar praises, looking between the trio before him. "But you were getting your asses kicked 'til we showed up."

"And who are you?" Bucky bemuses, cocking a brow at the man next to John.

"Lemar Hoskins," You mention, "I could've sworn we've been through this." You shake your head at the old man, for being 106, he couldn't hear a thing.

"I see a guy hanging out of a helicopter in tactical gear," Sam shrugs, "I'm gonna need a lot more than Lemar Hoskins."

"I'm Battlestar, John's partner."

"Battlestar?" Bucky repeats, narrowing his eyes at Lemar as he nods, confirming his alias. "Stop the car!" Bucky shouts suddenly, brakes screeching as the wheels come to a stop in the middle of the road. Bucky pulls open the handle, ducking, as to not rail his head on the bar-frame above him before hopping off the jeep.

"Look, I get it, okay?" John sighs, calling after Bucky. "I get the attitude, I do. You didn't think the shield was gonna end up here. I get it, Bucky. And I'm not trying to be Steve!"

"Good," You interject, rendering John to settle his eyes on you. "Because you will never be. And just because you're the one wielding it..." You grab the bar above your head, using it to pull yourself up. "It doesn't make you Captain America." And with that, you carefully jump off the jeep, following after the heated super-soldier.

Sighing in frustration, he rips his eyes away from your retreating figures. "I'm not trying to replace him either. I'm just trying to be the best Captain America I can be." He explains to Sam, hoping the falcon would cut him some slack. "-And it'd be a whole lot easier if I had Cap's wingman on my side."

Sam's eyes widen in surprise, his tongue darting between his lips. "It's always that last line," He scoffs, shaking his head as he jumped off the car, following you and Bucky.

John's lips thin out, face scrunching in a scowl. "Let's go," He instructs. The sound of the jeep leaving making its way to your ears.

[middleearthpixie]

Damaged Goods ~ Chapter Forty-Two

A/N: I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who reached out to me over the last week. You have no idea how much it meant to me. 💜💜

Author's Note: Just a reminder that this story takes place following the events of the miniseries Stay Close and will contain spoilers.

Title: Damaged Goods

Fandom: Stay Close

Pairings: Ray Levine x OC female Theodora (Theo) Bailey

Summary: Following the events of Stay Close, Ray Levine has come to the US to begin a new life and is staying with Theo Bailey, the friend of a friend, who is quickly becoming his best friend and Ray is starting to wonder if there isn’t something more there between them.

Like Ray, Theo has her own demons and although she wonders the same thing about Ray, fear of repeating past mistakes keep her from moving forward. Or do they? Somehow, these two damaged people will come together and discover that maybe—just maybe—second chances are worth the risk.

Fester has an unexpected offer for Ray and later, Theo comes face to face with Cassie…

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 4,105

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Over the next two weeks, Theo slowly began to feel a little more at home. But only just. She was still convinced whenever she stepped into a shop, the staff took their sweet time to help her once they heard her speak and more than once, she was certain she was being mocked. She didn't know if it was worse or better when Ray was with her, for while she was sure no one made fun of her, not a single salesgirl was at all shy about flirting with him.

The one thing she really struggled with was driving. Her New Jersey license would be perfectly legal for some time, but her instinct always had her on the right side of the road which, of course, was the wrong side in England. And it seemed to her all of the English drivers around her had a bit of a death wish as well. She spent the better part of those first few days being honked at and having odd-sounding epithets thrown her way.

Ray, meanwhile, settled in as perfectly as one coming home would. Within two days, he’d emailed the kids he’d been teaching and by the end of the first week, Theo wasn’t at all surprised to hear the voices floating up from Ray’s studio or to find an unfamiliar teenager in their living room. It was rather nice, actually. At the end of that first week in Blackpool, she’d come home to the sound of those voices and when she went to investigate, she paused on the staircase and just watched as Ray patiently explained perspective and framing and a few other things she knew nothing about. And those kids listened to him. She propped her elbow on the stair railing, her chin on her fist, and just watched as he walked these kids how to frame their subject to get the best shots they could.

All in all, she didn’t feel quite as out of place as she had.

On their third Saturday in England, she woke to the teasing whisper of Ray’s lips across the nape of her neck. He brushed her hair to one side and leaned over to sweep a kiss along the curve of her shoulder. She lay on her belly, and smiled as he eased over her and whispered, “I saw you peek.”

“I’m not peeking,” she murmured back, “I’m sleeping.”

“Liar.”

He moved down over her left shoulder now and she bit back a breathless laugh as she replied, “Nope. I’m totally asleep.”

“Then you should probably wake up because otherwise I’m going to violate you like a parking meter.”

“Ray!” She opened her eyes to glare at him.

“Ha, I knew that would work.”

She let her eyes close once more as he moved down along her spine now, punctuating each kiss with a teasing sweep of his tongue. Her blood warmed one degree at a time with each kiss, with each caress, and when he moved over the curve of her backside, he playfully nipped her.

“Ray!”

“You taste sweet.” He moved down along the back of her left thigh.

The urge to laugh faded as he kissed down behind her knee. Along her calf. Instead, an airy sigh rose to her lips and her eyelids grew heavy.

He crept back up, kissing his way along the left side of her body, coming over her to lay flat against her. She bit down on her bottom lip as his cock nested so nicely in the cleft of her backside and he let the fingers of his right hand just lightly graze the outer curve of her right breast.

“We should spend today right here,” he whispered, slipping that hand beneath her to cup that breast, to give it a teasing squeeze as he teasingly nipped the curve of her neck. “We’ll order take out and make love in every room in this flat today.”

“Every room? Feeling like Superman, are you?”

“You bring it out in me.”

“Ray.”

“Okay, maybe not every room. But at least this one. Right now.”

“I’m okay with that.”

“Yeah? I thought you might be.” He swept another kiss along her nape, along the side of her neck, across her shoulder.

She let her eyes close as the delicious sensation rippled through her with each pass, with each gentle knead of her breast. Ray knew exactly how to touch her to get her body humming and he seemed to revel in making her come to life stroke by stroke and kiss by kiss. Foreplay wasn’t just the means to an end with him, but a way to tease her, to make her ache for him, and he was very good at it.

Then someone knocked at the door.

The door opened and Fester called, “Are you decent, darling?”

Ray sank against her, muttering “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

“I’m not going to stop you.”

“Ray?”

“Stay here, baby,” he murmured, kissing the back of her head. “Exactly like this, while I get rid of him.”

“Ray…”

“I’ll be right back.” He slid off her and into his boxer briefs to stride out of the room, and she smiled as he said, “Someone had better have died, Fester, because I was in bed with my wife and I did not want to get out of it.”

“Sorry, Venus!” Fester called. “I wouldn’t have interrupted your morning if it wasn’t important!”

She sighed as she sank into the pillows. On one hand, she knew he meant that, but on the other? She wished Ray would slap him. But, either way, their morning plans had just changed, so she also got up and tugged on Ray’s discarded red tee shirt from the night before and her plaid flannel drawstring pants, then made her way below, where she found them at the breakfast bar. Fester didn't seem at all surprised or uncomfortable with Ray’s being dressed the way he was, which led her to think that this was not the first time he’d interrupted Ray or gotten him out of bed.

Don’t think about that.

“Is everything all right?” she asked as she padded over to the coffee pot. Thankfully, Ray had already started it, since she made no better coffee in England than she did in New Jersey.

Fester nodded. “It’s fine, or it will be, once I convince this lunkhead to give the AP another shot.”

“The AP?” She looked from him to Ray and back. “You mean, as in Associated Press?”

Fester nodded. “The one and the same. I was talking to a friend of mine and just mentioned Mr. Levine here was coming back from the States and next thing I know, he’s asking if you would be interested in getting back in the business and it’s far better than pretending some snot-nosed rich kid is more important than he really is.”

To her surprise, her gut kinked at the notion of Ray going to work for the Associated Press. It would be a fantastic opportunity for him, no doubt. She remembered that cold night in January when they sat in his car, waiting for a cheating husband and his mistress to show up, when she’d asked him about his time being embedded with the battalion in Iraq.

“Do you miss it?”

“Sometimes,” he nodded, “ especially when I’m sitting, bored out of my skull in my car, in a motel parking lot, waiting for some old goat who’s cheating on his wife to show up. I don’t usually have company when I do that, you know. And when I don’t, war zones are far more appealing.”

But at the same time, she was selfish enough that she didn't want him going, didn’t want to be left behind in a strange city, in a strange country, while he was off traveling the world.

“Twenty years ago, I would’ve made a lousy husband, Theo. You’d be here or in England or wherever, and I’d be traipsing all around the world, popping home for only days at a time before going off somewhere else in the name of the story.”

Ray rubbed his forehead with one hand. “Fester, I’m not so sure I want to do that again. I’m fifty years old, man. I’m married now, and I just dragged my wife three thousand miles from her home with the promise that I’d be a real husband to her. I can’t just run off and leave her here.”

“Ray,” she let her hand come to rest on his shoulder, “if it’s what you want to do, if it’s something that you’d been hoping to get back into—”

He shook his head, peering over his shoulder at her as he said, “It’s not.”

“Ray.” She held his gaze. “It’s a wonderful opportunity for you.”

Fester moved around them to the coffee pot and poured a cup. “And you’d be with the London bureau.”

“Which is still four hours away and I don’t have any desire to live in London.”

“So you find a nice place outside London. Venus’ certification should be valid here and let’s face it, the gyms in London probably are nicer and pay better. And you get back to what you were born to do, Ray.”

Ray rubbed his forehead again. “I don’t know, man. Is your friend willing to give me some time to think it over?”

“Absolutely. But you have to be reasonable, darling, and let him know in a week or so. Don’t be a fool, Ray. This is better than any job I can put you on. Better, and far more respectable and no more snot-nosed thirteen year old boys who want you to photograph them with strippers hanging all over them.”

Theo stared at him. “Thirteen years olds with strippers?”

Fester nodded. “Absolutely. Last job he worked for me, how many were there? Two? Three?”

“Two. With enough tit for twice that many women.”

“Yeah, you suffered,” Fester drawled, lifting his cup for a sip.

“One kid kicked me in the shin and I almost got smothered by one of the overly friendly goddesses’ assets. Not exactly how I’d planned to spend that day, and you don’t pay me nearly enough to get crushed by fake tits, my friend.”

She rolled her eyes as she went to pour herself cup of coffee. “Spare me.”

Fester reached over and punched Ray in the shoulder. “Lovely thing to say in front of your wife.”

“Theo knows no stripper can hold a candle to her, don’t you, love?”

She offered up a long look. “Oh, absolutely.”

He winked at her. “I’ll take the real thing over silicone any day of the week and plastic surgery Barbies never did it for me.”

She debated about punching him as well, but then, just shook her head. “I’ll try to keep that in mind.”

“Well,” Fester moved to deposit his cup in the sink, “he’s not wrong, Venus. Anyway,” he set a business card on the counter in front of Ray, “call him. Hear him out.”

Ray picked up the card as Fester made his way to the door, where he paused and called, “Don’t do something stupid, mate. It’s the AP.”

“I’ll think about it. And you owe me huge for interrupting us this morning.”

“I am sorry about that. I’ll try not to do it again.”

The door banged shut and Theo sighed softly. “It’s a great opportunity, Ray.”

“It is, but I don’t know if the timing is great. I don’t want to leave you here on your own while I’m off traipsing all around the world.”

“Don’t use me as an excuse. Like Fester said, we can move closer to London and I can find a better job there than I probably could here. And you’ve got a gift. It would be a shame to walk away from this chance to use it.”

He looked up and sighed softly. “And if I’m sent all over the globe again?”

“We’ll worry about that if and when it happens.”

He caught her by the hand to draw her in between his legs, and slid his arms about her. “You’d really be all right with my doing this?”

“If it’s what you really want?” She nodded. “Yes, of course I would.”

He sighed softly, leaning forward to let his forehead come to rest against her shoulder. “I’m too old to be starting over again, love.”

She gazed down at the back of his head. There were hints of silver woven through his dark waves, mostly at the temples, which he pulled off so beautifully, but there they were, like silver threads in a dark tapestry. Without thinking, she slipped her fingers through those waves, where it curled at the nape of his neck and nearly brushed his shoulders. “You aren’t necessarily starting over, Ray,” she told him softly, letting her fingernails graze his scalp. “You are a Pulitzer-prize winning photojournalist who survived a year in Iraq and took some seriously badass pictures in the process. They’d be lucky to have you, you know.

“But, if after speaking to—” she peered down at the business card—“Adam Grant, you decide you’d rather stay here and teach photography to kids, those kids would be lucky to have you as well.”

He sighed softly. “Can we just stay like this?”

“We can for a little while, but then we’d starve and get evicted.”

Lifting his head, he smiled up at her. “I love you.”

“I love you back.”

“Let’s go shower and then get out a for a while.” He nuzzled her, then swept a slow kiss down the side of her neck. “The weather is just right for the boardwalk.”

****

It was a warm day, with plenty of sunshine, and Theo’s pangs of homesickness were fewer and further between since her arrival in England. But, at the same time, she found she dreaded seeing the Pleasure Beach boardwalk because she thought it might make her miss Point Pleasant that much more. Still, she knew Ray looked forward to showing her the sights, so she couldn’t tell him she didn't want to go, either.

But, as it turned out, she worried for nothing, for the boardwalk wasn’t a boardwalk at all. It was more like a concourse of blacktop instead of wood. In the distance, an old-fashioned wooden roller coaster rose into the air, and she saw what looked very much like the Eiffel Tower.

“What is that?” She pointed to the iron structure.

“That? That is the Blackpool Tower. And I don’t know much beyond that.” He reached for her hand, linked his fingers with hers, and gave a gentle tug on her arm. She let him steer her across the blacktop, to the metal rail that ran the entire length of the concourse.

They stood above a beach of yellow sand and she smiled at the sight of the surf rushing in to meet it. It looked rougher than the ocean back home, but had that same almost-eerie greenish-black color. She looked up at him. “Is that the Atlantic?”

He shook his head. “No. It’s the Irish sea. Ireland is just across the water from us.” He shifted to come around behind her, his hands on the railing on either side of hers. “Have you ever been?”

“No.” The wind blew her hair across her face, and she raked her fingers through it to draw it back. “Until coming here, I’d never been outside the US. Not even to Canada or Mexico.”

“Well, we’ll have to change that. There’s so much here to see, you know.” He pressed a kiss into the top of her head. “Scotland isn’t too far away, and neither is France.”

She peered up at him. “I’m going to assume you’ve been to all three?”

He nodded. “I’ve seen a great deal of Europe and I’ve the feeling if I take this AP job—should it be offered—it’ll mean traveling all over again.”

A hint of envy stung her. It was possible, and if he did, that meant she’d be relegated to living in England alone, whether it was Blackpool or London. Still, she knew what it would mean to him if that job was offered to him, so she certainly couldn’t very well tell him what she really thought.

“If it is offered, will you take it?”

He glanced down at her. “Would you want me to?”

“Ray,” she shook her head, “I can’t tell you what you should do. But, I think, if it’s offered and you don’t take it, you’ll end up regretting it.”

He lifted his head to gaze out toward the water once more. The wind blew his hair in to dark peaks that all leaned to the right and he needed to shave—the stubble dotting his chin a mix of dark and silver. “I could end up regretting it if I take it and I find out I have to start traveling again. Are you sure you want to live that life, then? Always waiting for me to come home, and never knowing how long I’ll be home for?”

She sighed softly. No. She didn’t want to live that life. Maybe she would have twenty years earlier, when she was young enough to find ways to fill the emptiness with friends and clubbing and things of that sort. But she wasn’t thirty years old any longer and didn’t want to find ways to forget being lonely. She’d spent enough years that way.

“You can be honest with me, you know,” he said without looking at her.

“I know I can. And in all honesty, I would find ways to keep busy. But, would you be happy living out of a suitcase and in hotel rooms?”

“I don’t know. Once upon a time, I’d have jumped at it. But now?” Now he looked down at her and smiled. “Now I have a damn good reason to stay home. To stay close.”

“Ray?”

Theo’s spine stiffened of its own and a chill shot through her at the low, somewhat familiar woman’s voice.

Cassie.

Ray peered over his shoulder. “Cass—er, Megan, right? That’s what you go by now, isn’t it?”

“Cassie is fine, too,” she said with a hint of a laugh in her voice. “When did you get—”

She cut herself off as he shifted and Theo got her first good look at the woman—at her nemesis for lack of a better word—in the flesh. Cassie was attractive enough, with dark skin and hair, and her eyes were several shades darker than her hair, which was no longer the honey shade it had been in the photographs Ray had. She’d aged some as well—to be expected, of course—with fine lines at the corners of her wide eyes. Theo almost smiled at the way Cassie’s own smile faded when she saw Theo. Still, Cassie caught herself and said, “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn't see you there.”

Ray slid an arm about Theo’s waist. “Theo, this is Cassie Shaw. Cassie, this is my wife, Theo.”

Theo bit the inside of her cheek as Cassie’s eyes widened. “Oh, you—your wife. Congratulations, Ray. I didn't know you’d gotten married. Fester never mentioned it.”

“He didn’t know.” Ray smiled down at Theo. “We did it on a bit of a spur of the moment. I surprised her with a wedding before we left New Jersey.”

“Well, how—how lovely.” Cassie managed to smile once more as she turned to Theo. “I believe we spoke once or twice, when you answered Ray’s phone.”

“We did, yes. How are you?”

“I’m good. And you?”

Now it was Theo’s turn to smile, and she did, first at Cassie, then up at Ray. “I’m wonderful. It’s been something of an adventure, getting used to life in a completely different country. But, I’m managing so far. A fumble here, a bumble there, but I land on my feet.”

“I wouldn’t know, as I’ve lived here my entire life. But,” Cassie’s dark eyes slid in Ray’s direction, “I’m sure Ray is a good tour guide.”

“He’s the best,” Theo slipped her arm about his waist and gave him a squeeze. “I got to play tour guide for him in New Jersey, and now he’s returning the favor. Only, your boardwalk is not quite what I expected. It’s not exactly like the ones at the Jersey shore.”

“Just wait, love.” Ray grinned. “The freaks come out later.”

“Well, there’s that, but this isn’t even a boardwalk. It’s a roadway with a railing.”

Cassie’s smile wavered. “Pleasure Beach and the amusements date back to the nineteenth century. I believe Americans consider that quite old, don’t they?”

Theo shrugged. “I don’t know about that. Our boardwalks go back as far as the mid-eighteen-hundreds and it’s old, but I don’t know I’d say we consider it really old. I think we use the term rustic. And they haven’t paved over the boards anywhere.”

Cassie’s jaw visibly tightened. “I thought Americans loved paving over anything and everything?”

“You haven’t spent much time in the States, then, have you?” Theo countered as pleasantly as she could.

“I was supposed to fly into New York for a business trip, but—” Cassie shrugged—“it was reassigned to a colleague at the last minute.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Theo said, mindful of the gentle pressure of Ray’s hand on her shoulder, “New York is amazing."

“I’m sure. So, how long are you in town for?” Cassie directed this at Ray. “Again, Fester didn’t say.”

“He probably didn’t think it was any of your business,” Theo said without thinking, and only realized she’d even said it when Ray’s fingers tightened on her shoulder. “Well, he didn’t,” she added.

“I hadn’t realized you even knew him,” Cassie said, her eyes narrowing slightly as they met hers and Theo wouldn’t have been surprised to see the hatred emanating from her gaze.

“Fester? Of course I know him. He’s Ray’s BFF so why wouldn’t I?” Theo let out a laugh, shaking her head. She wondered if he ever referred to Cassie as Venus, but somehow, didn’t think so. “He offered to carry Ray over the threshold of his apartment when we got there our first morning home.”

“So he knew when you were coming home? He played dumb with me.”

Ray sighed. “He picked us up at the airport and why would you think he would tell you when I was coming home? He knew Ven—Theo,” he grinned down at her and gave her a playful squeeze, “was going to be with me and it really was none of your concern. Now, if you’ll excuse us, I’ve got so much more to show her.”

With that, he caught Theo by the hand once more and said, “It was nice to see you, Cassie. Take care.”

Maybe it was petty as anything, but Theo couldn’t help her somewhat smug smile as she said, “It was lovely to meet you, Cassie. See you around.”

Cassie didn't reply, which only made Theo’s smile wider. Still petty. She still didn't care. She gave Ray’s hand a squeeze as they strolled toward the midway, which was already crowded with people, just as Jenks back home would be on such a beautiful day.

As they walked away, Theo would swear she could actually feel Cassie’s eyes boring into her back. And while she knew it was was childish, she couldn’t help but look back to find Cassie staring at them with a look of murder. Theo held that stare for a long moment, then turned back to find Ray peering down at her. “What?”

“Is there going to be a catfight here?”

“Not unless she starts one, why?”

He shrugged. “Just curious. Forget about her. Let’s go for a walk on the beach.”

She glanced back one last time, to find Cassie still watching them, but then put Cassie out of her mind as Ray led her down onto the beach and toward the water. For one moment, the sounds—sea birds crying overhead, people laughing and shouting over the roar of the water—and the smells—sea air, damp wood pilings, and boardwalk food— reminded her so much of home, that she briefly forgot they were nearly thirty-five hundred miles from Point Pleasant. Then Ray turned to her and drew her into his arms, and his lips met hers, she realized it didn’t matter. England was home now because she was there with him and that was all that really mattered.

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hi baby congratulations on 300!!!🥳 i’m so glad to be here ! 💗🤍💗🤍✨⭐️

you know i’m obsessed w ur fics so, i am gently begging you to write something w prompts “can i paint your nails” “i’m going to steal this from you” and “people don’t compliment you enough” (sorry i forgot the numbers :( ) pleeeease? 🥺🥺

(sorry if it’s too much) thanks, i love u <3

It’s a Love Story

Summary: It’s senior skip day and you’re determined to pull your best friend of 10 years (and secret crush) out of his comfort zone.

Pairing: High School Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (but imagine Spencer is 18 so he is the normal high school senior age)

Content/Warnings: fluff, swearing, bullying

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: this fic is very self-indulgent because my senior skip day was yesterday! :)

Masterlist



“Hey, Spence! Wait up,” you jogged down the hall to catch up with him.

“Hey, Y/N. How’d your math test go?” Spencer asked.

“I’d rather not talk about it,” you groaned, “Thank you for trying to tutor me last night but I think I’m a lost cause at this point. It’s too late in the school year to care.”

“Did you know that ‘senioritis’ can actually be categorized as situational depression? In 2009, 22% of colleges decided to revoke some admissions offers after students began to slack off at the end of their senior year,” Spencer stated.

“Oh, trust me, genius, I may not be as smart as you but I’m not dumb enough to lose my scholarship to UCLA. I did the math out and even if I completely bombed this unit test, I can still maintain my A average,” you replied.

“I never said you weren’t smart, I was just warning you. I don’t want you to lose your spot at your dream school,” Spencer explained, “People don’t compliment you enough for all the hard work you put in to get accepted there.”

“Well, thanks for looking out for me, Spence,” you smiled, taking a seat in the back corner of the classroom.

Spencer sat right in front of you and turned around in his seat, “Do you have any homework?”

“Nope. My study hall is wide open just as expected. The teachers are losing just as much steam as the students,” you grinned, unzipping your backpack and pulling out nail polish.

“Can I paint your nails?” you asked.

“Y/N, don’t you think I get made fun of enough?” he whispered back.

“Girls love when guys paint their nails and if any guys try to give you shit, I’ll personally kick their ass. I took a self-defense course but I’ll use those moves I learned however I see fit,” you said.

“Fine,” Spencer relented, extending his hand out to you.

Spencer was honestly sold once you said that girls love it. That must include you, right?

“It’s purple too. Your favorite color,” you smiled, shaking the bottle up and then beginning to paint his nails.

Spencer thought it was cute that you picked up on his habit of sticking your tongue out of the corner of your mouth when you were concentrating.

“Isn’t it pretty?” you beamed as you worked on the second coat of polish.

“Yeah,” Spencer replied, not looking at his nails but the girl directly in front of him.

You gently blew air on his nails to dry them, “All done!”

-

“Well, well, well if it isn’t the teacher’s pet?” Brad, the captain of the football team, smirked as Spencer passed through the hallways after his math team practice ended.

“Wow, nail polish? And to think you couldn’t become any more of a loser?” he sneered as the jocks began to encircle around Spencer.

“Spence, there you are! I’ve been looking for you all over. Let’s go, we’re going to be late,” you walked right into the crowd of boys, paying no mind to them and grabbing Spencer’s hand, pulling him towards the exit.

“Don’t look back,” you whispered.

“You know one day your little girlfriend there is going to realize what a pathetic nerd you are. I’ll be ready to show her what a real man is,” Brad called after you.

“Oh yes, Brad, a real man goes to community college to hang on to the scraps of his mediocre football career that is his only reminder of when he peaked in high school,” you laughed.

“Y/N, he’s going to kill me for that,” Spencer groaned after you exited the building.

“Relax, we have three days left and then we won’t ever have to see that dick again,” you assured him.

“We have four days left,” Spencer corrected you.

“No, three because we’re not going in tomorrow,” you walked into the diner and took your seat in your usual booth, “It’s senior skip day.”

When Spencer didn’t respond, you looked up from your menu, “Spencer Reid, please do not tell me you were going to go in on senior skip day.”

“Why would I want to miss school?”

“Because you already know everything they could possibly teach you and you can spend the whole day with your best friend instead?” you fluttered your eyelashes to persuade him.

“I don’t want to go to the beach with all the popular kids. I’ll get shoved in the sand,” Spencer grabbed some of the fries that the waitress dropped off for you and popped them into his mouth.

“That is why we are going all the way to Santa Monica. We’ll just get up a little earlier and drive a little further but then we won’t run into anyone from our school,” you proposed.

“Fine but you’re driving,” Spencer huffed.

“Well, I’m certainly not letting the guy drive who hasn’t driven since he got his license just to prove he could pass,” you giggled.

“Why do I need to drive when my next-door neighbor can be my personal chauffeur?” he grinned.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll pick you up at 7 on the dot tomorrow.”

-

You honked outside of Spencer’s house. He came scrambling out with a big canvas tote bag, a tan sweater, and lilac swim shorts that ended at his mid-thigh.

“Get in, loser. We’re going to the beach,” you rolled down the window.

Spencer furrowed his brow for a second before opening the door.

“It’s just a reference to a popular movie. I wasn’t actually calling you a loser,” you assured him.

“My mom made us blueberry muffins for the ride,” Spencer pulled a ziploc bag out of the tote.

“Oh that is so sweet of her! Please tell her I said thank you. She must have been having a good night then,” you smiled, accepting one of the muffins from Spencer.

“Yes, she has been having a good week overall,” Spencer affirmed.

“That’s so great to hear. Okay, we’re stopping for coffee but then we’ll get on the highway.”

The opening notes of Love Story by Taylor Swift began to play on the radio.

“Oh my god! Turn it up!” you screamed.

Spencer grinned and turned the volume knob up.

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess. It's a love story, baby, just say ‘yes’,” you sang.

-

You rolled down the windows as soon as you exited off the highway.

“Do you smell that, Spence?” you inhaled deeply, “Something about the salty air and sunshine just makes me feel alive.”

“You know it’s probably your increased exposure to the sunlight leading to an increase in vitamin D which can keep your energy levels up and enhance your mood,” Spencer stated.

“Well, whatever it is, I still love it,” you grinned.

You and Spencer made your way along the sandy coast. You parked in the beach parking lot and got out of the car, grabbing your mini cooler and chair.

Spencer grabbed the other chair and his tote and you headed down to the beach, walking a ways before settling on a spot in a less crowded area.

You took off your big t-shirt revealing your light blue bikini.

“Can we go in the water please?” you begged.

Spencer dug into his tote and tossed you a tube of sunscreen.

“Not until you put that on,” Spencer insisted.

“Fine,” you huffed.

“Sorry I don’t want you to be sunburnt for graduation,” he chuckled.

“Can you do my back?” you asked.

“I-um-yeah-yes I can do that,” Spencer scrambled to stand up from his beach chair.

His breath hitched in his throat as he applied the cool lotion to your back.

“All good,” he cleared his throat.

“Thanks, Spence! Do you need me to do your back or are you all set?” you asked.

“Nope, I’m all good. My mom did it before I left,” Spencer said.

“Can we go in the water now?” you pleaded.

Spencer gave a reluctant nod as you let out an excited squeal, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the tide.

You dove right into the cool waves, instantly relieving your body of the southern californian summer heat. Spencer was a bit more hesitant.

“It feels so good, Spence. Trust me,” you smoothed your wet hair back.

Spencer inhaled deeply and then sunk beneath the water as a wave passed by him.

“Yay! He’s actually having fun, people!” you cheered as he emerged from underneath the water.

Spencer playfully splashed water at you and you gasped.

“Oh Spencer Reid, you are so on,” you laughed, splashing water right back at him.

Spencer shielded it from his face with his hand and then started chasing after you. You shrieked in a giggle fit as he lifted you up in the water so you could no longer splash him.

“I surrender! I surrender!” you laughed along with him.

-

You and Spencer were walking on the basically deserted boardwalk by this time of night, licking your ice cream cones.

Spencer noticed you were shivering and pulled off his sweater, handing it to you.

“No, Spence. I can’t, then you’ll be cold,” you said.

“I really don’t mind,” Spencer insisted, wanting to have your scent on his sweater forever.

“Thank you,” you slipped it over your head, “I’m probably going to steal this from you because it’s super comfy.”

A reminder alert buzzed on your phone, “Oh shit. We have to sign up for tickets to go to prom by midnight,” you spoke.

Spencer shot you a guilty look.

“You’re not going?” you sighed defeatedly, trying your hardest not to tear up.

“Y/N, I don’t dance. I’ll make a fool of myself.”

“And I’ll be right by your side making a fool of myself too,” you urged, “Spence, it’s going to be no fun without you. I was going to ask you to officially be my date, you know? I had this whole complicated equation that I was going to have you solve and graph and the line spelled out ‘Prom?’. It’s stupid thinking back on it now, I won’t make you go.”

“I was going to ask you,” Spencer smiled softly, “but then I chickened out.”

“How about this? You give me one dance right now and then we’ll decide if we’re going or not,” you opened your phone and started playing Dancing by Mellow Fellow.

Spencer extended his hand and you accepted as he wrapped his other arm around your waist. You waltzed around the boardwalk in perfect sync as the neon lights from food stands and rides were shining down on you.

Spencer twirled you around and caught you in a dip. You let out a shaky exhale as you both stared into each other’s eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered.

“Please do. I’ve only been waiting 10 years for it since I moved in next door,” you smiled softly.

Spencer leaned down further and connected your lips. You pulled him even closer with your hands cupping his cheeks.

“I’ll go to prom with you under one condition,” he grinned, pulling away, “we go as boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Absolutely,” you beamed and stood on your tippy-toes to give him another kiss that was long overdue.

A/N: i took a note out of my dear friend @samuel-de-champagne-problems ‘s book by naming the title after a Taylor Swift song

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[girlindelusionn]

finally finished himym!! hated the finale (of course) so here's another "most likely to" but much longer to help me cope (negate, why lie to you) with how the most awesome couple ended

(also this probably has a million mistakes but im too lazy to do something about it, having to write in english is hard man, so please ignore it:D)

most likely to: swarkles version :)

Who spends almost all their money on the other?

barney, definitely. he's not exactly the best at actually coming up with gifts so sometimes for birthdays or stuff like that he just takes her to the mall and lets her pick whatever she wants (he also makes fun of her the whole time, but i don't think it's necessary to clarify that)

Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions?

barney doesn't know how to drive and is generally better with technology, so robin drives and he gives directions and prevents her fights with the gps to get really violent

also robin is a REALLY violent driver, she doesn't go really fast but if anyone has the audacity to get in her way shes going to definitely roast the fuck out of them

"oh i know you're not honking at me… LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT, IM GOING TO MAKE THE TURN WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? YOU WANT ME TO FLY OVER YOU? GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS AND LET ME GET IN THE FUCKING L– there you go, thanks!..."

Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they're tired?

barney to robin, one of the "corny couple" million things he swore he wasn't going to do. but then robin simply looks at him with a sad face, explaining how much her feet hurt and he can't say no

Who is the most affectionate?

barney, actually

it's surprising, cause he's always been someone who likes his space but there's times, mostly in private, when he just can't keep his hands to himself. and you would think it's purely sexual but no, in the contrary, most times it's just a hand in her hair or her back, or demanding hugs and cuddles

Who falls asleep in the other's lap and who carries them to bed?

trick question! barney is who carries robin to bed, but she falls asleep in his shoulder

and he is the one who falls asleep in robin's lap, with her running her hands through his hair

Who wakes up first?

neither of them is a morning person, but usually robin works out in mornings so her. on weekends they stay in bed as long as they can

Who apologizes first after an argument?

they're both stubborn as hell so they schedule apologizes and take turns on doing it

Who is the nerd?

both of them, in different aspects. like robin likes math to the point of doing problems and equations for fun ??? and well, barney is a huge star wars, lord of the rings, that kinda books, nerd

i like to think that they have harry potter in common, they've read all the books, make marathons with the movies, they even went to the universal park! and had a lot of fun there (of course they've never told the guys that)

Who makes the other one laugh the most?

barney, he knows robin cant be mad and laughing at the same time and he uses it as an advantage

Who sleep talks?

robin 🥺

Who hogs the blankets at night?

also robin, but barney doesn't care

Who is the neat freak?

neither of them, but they manage to keep the place decent

Who likes to surprise the other with random gifts?

barney! single flowers, tiny chocolates, etc

Who buys the healthy food in the house?

robin, but it's mostly barney who does the actual cooking

Who has better music taste?

robin 😎

Who takes care of the spiders?

they do it together as a team, and if that doesn't work (aka if the spider is slightly bigger than average) they just go whining to marshall and he fixes it

Who uses more nicknames?

barney is mostly sweetie but after the wedding robin is kinda obsessed with the word husband

"so how's the most handsome husband, huh?"

"did you buyed the milk I texted you for, husband?"

"hi, husband!!"

robin is babe or sometimes honey, and after the wedding barney keeps calling her his "ex-girlfriend" (don't tell anyone, but he also LOVES the term wife, he can't comprehend how is he so lucky to have her as his wife)

(update after actually finishing the show: r-train and b-nasty!!!)

Who's the little spoon?

first year of dating? robin

after that is barney, you can't change my mind

Who suggests scary movies for film night?

robin!! but they both like them

Who gets jealous more often?

both, barney is less dissimulated about it

Who brings up kids first?

no of them, lol

Who borrows who's clothes more?

robin, she has stole the few hoodies he had and sometimes for sexy times likes using his ties

barney secretly uses some of her giganteus t shirts (he makes fun of her for buying them but he's actually glad she does) for sleep when she's away for the night

...they smell like her, okay? leave him alone

(also he loves when she uses his underwear and sometimes the only way to convince her to do it is doing the same himself, so he has wore panties)

(don't tell ted)

(please)

Who cries more during sad movies?

barney, is hard for robin to cry for movies, also he loves villains and they hardly have a happy ending so...

Who falls asleep on the other more?

robin, she falls asleep very easily

Who says I love you more?

barney :)

Who initiates kisses more?

also blondie, again he's a little obsessed with his wife

Who initiates hugs more?

robin this time

Who takes more pictures of the other?

robin, for sure. at first it was cause she wanted that bad picture of him, but then his husband is really cute with his sleepy eyes and the sun on his face, or looks so excited to watch the next episode of some lame show, or he's bringing her breakfast at bed with a big smile or looks a little too good with his new suit and she can't help but take her phone out and snap a pic of him

Who leaves notes for the other one around the house?

barney, at first it was to annoy her, like writing "you lost the game!!" at random places (i'm sorry lmao, i just realized i made you lose too, lol) or "sorry, babe! i ate it all last night" at the empty wrappers of candy in the fridge

but then one day barney found one in a coffee mug:

"wow, you didn't put much imagination in hiding this one, didn't you?" he said, his girlfriend was in the bedroom finishing to get ready for work.

"read it!!" she shot back, a little… nervous?

"i love you", the note said.

"scherbatsky?"

"yeah...?"

"come here"

"what's up?" she finally showed up to the living room, looking all tiny and scared

"love you too, loser"

Who gets drunk faster?

barney? i don't know, they both handle scotch pretty well, so i'm guessing it takes a while for them to get drunk

Who gets hit on more by strangers?

robin, but she couldn't care less

Who makes food for the house more often?

barney, he's a surprisingly good cook