#penny helps ofc

[paxny]

Crack fic idea where instead of dogfight football, Mav makes the dagger squad do an obstacle course like on the game show Wipeout

[goofily-moved]

im cooking up a new oc....... her fc is ruby lane from the fear street movies :3

[hella1975]

im due on and not in the mood for much of anything but of course there are stepladders that must be painted

[the-kipsabian]

am i trying to figure out how to put chris brookes into this title belt corruption arc because of what happened at DDT with kip and because i might be obsessed? yes. is it working? nope. i'm forever ruined thanks to you (affectionate)

I HAVE GREAT NEWS FOR YOU I HAVE A POST THAT CAN (HOPEFULLY) HELP YOU WITH THIS RIGHT HERE!!

yes its missing what happened in the second show but this is what i pulled from the situations prior to that and im more than willing to expand it with the second show contents if you want!

[allroundher]

uh oh, the filler coverage is talking about cr.icketing families & the child surpassing the parent & i am once more being so normal about the whole braithwaite legacy & penny and tom (and their dad, who always gets overshadowed)

[loaksky]

i don’t celebrate thanksgiving, but could you guys imagine college!ellie taking roommate!reader home to jackson because she’d be alone for the holiday? short lil oneshot to get back into the groove of writing. do i hate this? yes.

recommended songs: alabama haint — penny and sparrow + what once was — her’s

warnings: language, a few brief mentions of family issues, suggestive content (kissing among other things) + mild sexual content, a lil misunderstanding and angst bc who am i if i don’t ??, CONFESSIONS because i’m a sloot for them. i think that’s it? not proofread ofc heh

it’s the weekend before thanksgiving, sunday to be exact, and ellie’s packing her backpack for joel’s. the energy in the the room’s a little off despite the fact that you’re normally reserved, and even though the two of you have only met this year, ellie’s learned to read you pretty well.

“you goin’ home for thanksgiving?” ellie asks absently, trying to make small talk as she rolls a sleep shirt and some pajamas haphazardly to stuff at the top of her bag.

there’s a pause that makes her brain itch before she sees the way you shake your head from where you’re hunched over a textbook at your desk.

“my family’s all over the place right now,” you answer honestly.

and ellie doesn’t know if you mean that figuratively or literally, but the lack of emotion in your voice tells her that maybe she shouldn’t pry. she can’t help it, though. because you’re her sweet and quiet roommate who’d been serious (and maybe a little scary) at first, but turned out to be a goofball with a little bit of prodding.

so seeing you like this, checked out and maybe a little stressed, ellie treads cautiously.

“so you’re gonna stay here?” she asks.

you don’t even spare her a glance.

“yeah.” your shoulders shrug. “no point in dropping so much money for a plane ticket if i’m going to be sitting home alone anyways.”

ellie makes a noise in the back of her throat and you throw look over your shoulder.

“sorry,” you offer softly, smile sheepish. “that was a little depressing.”

ellie shakes her head.

“no, i get it,” she assures you. “my family’s not really...”

you blink at her as she trails off.

“conventional? i guess?”

another quiet blankets the two of you and ellie’s speaking before she can even filter through the repercussions of her next words.

“you’re always welcome to...y’know...come with,” she says, scratching the back of her neck. “it’s not even a two hour drive.”

you hope ellie can’t tell that your cheeks are burning.

“you don’t have to, of course,” ellie blabbers. “but joel’s cool, so’s my uncle and his wife. it’d be nice, i think. and jackson’s pretty fun around this time of year...”

“i don’t wanna imp—”

ellie breathes a laugh.

“don’t,” she warns you, tips of her ears burning. “you’re more than welcome, seriously.”

it’s how you end up in the passenger seat of ellie’s old 4runner, heater on blast while sublime plays on the radio.

the car ride had consisted of ellie munching on cold fries the two of you had picked up from mcdonald’s before the interstate and you finally opening up about how your parents are divorced and how the holidays are a lot more stressful than they are pleasant.

ellie really feels for you, definitely knows the feeling losing her mom at a pretty young age and being adopted in middle school by a single, bereaved father. she tells you that they’d found each other when they needed the other the most.

and you don’t particularly know why you’re so nervous when ellie finally takes the exit off the interstate and you guys make your way through the suburbs. perhaps it’s the domesticity of meeting her family, or that you’re over a hundred miles away from familiarity, but your fingers are trembling when she turns into the neighbourhood and cozy brick homes line the frost-laden streets.

she’s pulling up and parking on the curb in front of a warm two-story that has a blue pickup truck and a gold SUV in the driveway when she notices.

“hey, hey,” she whispers, noticing the way you’re wringing your hands to stop the shaking. “you okay?”

her hands are warm when they close over yours and her thumbs is brushing over your skin soothingly.

“i’m being dumb,” you admit.

ellie’s eyes are crystal clear under the setting sun.

“don’t say that,” she says softly. “you wanna take a second?”

you swallow and shake your head.

“no, we can go,” you assure her.

she’s searching your face for any tell, but when you offer her a soft smile, she’s leaning back in her seat and nodding. before she completely pulls away, you’re stopping her.

“thanks, ellie,” you say gently. “this was really kind of you.”

she flashes you an easy smile, squeezes your hand a final time before climbing out of the car and rounding the front to help you out.

and truthfully, you realize you were nervous for nothing. because when the door swings open to reveal an older man aged with smile lines and greying hair, ellie seemingly softens infinitely.

“hey, kiddo,” he greets, crushing her in a hug so tight, she’s spluttering out a laugh.

“joel, i can’t breathe,” she wheezes.

you’re standing there awkwardly, backpack slung over your shoulder when joel finally loosens his hold on ellie and glances over her head.

“who’s this?” he asks, but the smile he wears is knowing.

“________, my roommate,” she introduces quickly, cheeks warming an awful shade of red as she begs every force above that joel won’t blow her cover.

because, okay, maybe ellie’s talked about you on the phone way more times than she’d care to admit out loud. talked about how intimidating you were at first, then graduated to talking about how you were actually so cool. and maybe she’d brought up the fact that she thought you were pretty. like...super pretty. and that maybe she was crushing a teensy bit.

“nice to meet you,” joel replies simply, sparing ellie this time around.

you let go of the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding onto, offering a smile that makes ellie wonder if she’ll survive the week with you in such a new proximity.

“nice to meet you, too,” you almost whisper, relaxing as he reaches for the backpack slung over your shoulder.

“here, let me take this for you,” he says.

and it doesn’t take you long to realize where ellie gets it from. her kind spirit and fierce yet gentle heart. joel is soft-spoken, a little rough around the edges, but a warm energy that radiates through the home he’s made for himself and ellie.

it makes infinitely more sense enter tommy and maria, her uncle and aunt who tell you the silliest stories about the starry-eyed girl in her youth over dinner. who bring out her boisterous laughter when they sing old 80’s music over dishes and evening TV.

“your family’s so cool,” you say in awe, wrapped in one of her coats she’d dug out of the closet under the stairs.

you’re nursing a mug of hot chocolate that steams in the icy air of jackson on her back porch.

ellie breathes out a little laugh.

“they’re something,” she jokes, watching you over the rim of her mug.

you make her heart thud hard in her chest as she takes you in, bundled in pieces of her that make her think that she wouldn’t mind making you hers.

“i miss times like these,” you whisper.

ellie shifts closer, catching you by surprise when her thumb swipes over the curve of your top lip.

“sorry,” she hums quietly. “you had...uh...”

you let out a hollow laugh and shake your head, tell her that it’s fine as a silence blankets the two of you.

“i’m glad you like them,” ellie admits softly. “sometimes i get a little self-conscious because, y’know, everyone expects a nuclear family and...”

“i’d take this any day,” you assure her, and the true implication of your words is latent, but something hopeful pricks her tummy.

i’d take this any day...with you.

and locking eyes with you usually scares her, usually makes her queasy with nerves because there’s always something searing in your gaze, but it’s like you see each other for the first time, no barriers.

ellie’s so close she can feel the warmth of your body coiling and drawing her in. her breath’s caught in her throat as she chances a glance at your mouth and her own lips begin to tingle.

she’s on the brink of asking if she can kiss you, but the back door is sliding open and two familiar faces are surfacing.

“williams!”

ellie’s daze melts away as she shifts to put distance between the two of you at the arrival of her friends.

“jess!” she calls. “dina!”

the moment clings heavy, but ellie writes it off. maybe she’s jumping the gun, reading too much into tender moments. it’s colored on your face, though, as she stands to meet her friends halfway, that the two of you are tethered and you feel it too.

ellie’s friends are another reflection of her character. they take you under their wings in the days leading up to the holiday with jesse teaching you to ride his minibike and dina telling you stories of their childhood while excitedly painting your nails pretty shades of autumnal colors because both jesse and ellie vehemently decline.

joel graciously relinquishes his kitchen to the four of you the day before thanksgiving. lets you guys gather around and bake an array of different desserts for tomorrow’s dinner over a few beers and winecoolers.

perhaps ellie’s a lightweight, you come to find, when she’s a lot more giggly and rosy-cheeked than she’d ever let anyone see. she’s feeling a little bubbly and you definitely don’t help the fact when you gaze upon her so fondly as you smear away the streaks of flour across her cheek.

jesse and dina are merely observers, watching with knowing grins as ellie practically melts against your touch.

and as the desserts cool on the kitchen island and the two of see jesse and dina out, ellie can’t keep her hazy eyes off of you. the two of you vote on a movie and she’s taking her usual seat in the right corner of the couch. it starts out with the two of you on opposite ends, but as the film plays, the space between you and ellie diminishes and she swears you can hear the way her heart’s pounding behind her ribcage with your ear pressed to her chest.

it’s uncharted territory considering ellie’s never been big on physical touch and she can’t even be sure that there's anything there, but you have to know. ellie’d mentioned past girlfriends, wasn’t really subtle when it came to wandering eyes on campus, hell, she’d even—

suddenly your arm’s tightening around the narrow of her waist and you’re nestling impossibly closer and christ, ellie can’t help herself when the coarse pads of her fingertips brush your jaw to catch your attention.

your gaze is illuminated by pixels and there’s a hitch in your breathing as you search her features for any hesitation. it’s long gone, you find, when ellie’s mouth is slotting yours, lips warm and tongue still flavored with sparkling wine.

ellie kisses like you’re air and she needs you to breathe. it’s almost embarrassing, way her body reacts to your proximity, how hot she us under the collar and achey as you move to straddle her. her fingertips are skimming down your spine, past the small of your back to take a—

your teeth sinking in the plump of her bottom lip and the way your soft palms find purchase against the rigid expanse of her tattooed abdomen is sobering. has her bony fingers cupping the flesh of your jaw.

“wait, wait,” she whispers, chest heaving and breaths shallow as she looks up at you.

the dust is starting to settle and you take in ellie’s kiss-bitten lips, swollen and slick. her pupils are blown wide, sweater riding up to reveal reddened flesh like you’ve branded her. you lean back.

“fuck,” you whisper. “fuck, i’m so sorry.”

ellie’s mouth is drying.

“why are you sorry?” she whispers.

you seem to chew on your words, eyes teary and expression scared.

“why are you sorry?” ellie repeats, not caring enough to mask the hitch in her voice as she pries.

“you’re always so fucking good to me, ellie,” you whimper. “you’re a great roommate and an even better friend and—”

ellie blows out a deep sigh, falls slack against the cushions as she levels you with an indiscernible look in her eye.

“don’t do that,” she breathes.

“ellie.”

“c’mon, you know me better than that,” she says, tone tinged with annoyance. “you don’t have to let me down easy. you can be honest.”

and color you confused because how couldn’t she fathom that you’ve fallen and head first at that? she’s reading it all wrong, you realize, when defeat shutters over her pretty face.

“i—”

the floorboards outside the den creak and ellie’s pushing you off just as the door squeaks open to reveal joel’s aging face.

he reads the room a moment, decides to blow by the sheen in your eyes and ellie’s rigid posture.

“tommy and maria are leaving, kiddo,” he says. “if you wanna say bye.”

ellie nods, stands and leaves you in the television-illuminated room.

you realize she won’t come back for you when the telltale sound of the front door closes and the stairs seem to groan under her weight.

it’s half past two in the morning when you slip from the den, glass of water condensating on a coaster as you try to collect yourself on the screened-in deck out back.

the icy chill stings your lungs, makes you gulp in breath after breath. the night’s starting to dawn you, the gravity of the situation overwhelming you enough to choke.

“fuck,” you whisper, that familiar feeling of dread squeezing your chest.

meanwhile, ellie can’t sleep. has been staring at the ceiling of her childhood bedroom for the past two and a half hours. you’re all she can think of. pliant curves of your body settling over hers to fit like you two were made for each other, the smell of your subtle perfume, the taste of your mouth.

and she wants to be annoyed, angry at the fact, but she’d brought you all the way here, extricated you from your comfort zone and showed you parts of her she wouldn’t dream of revealing to anyone else.

she recalls the resignation in your tone on the drive up, how you’d divulged the dysfunction of your family and the troubles you carried with you as a result. it’d be your first holiday with someone other than yourself for a while and she’d be damned if it soured because she couldn’t push her feelings aside.

the tv’s off and the blanket’s folded when she musters up enough courage to enter the den again, heart sinking to her ass when she slides back into the kitchen and finds that the sliding door to the back deck is cracked ever so slightly.

she’s seen you in a lot of ways these past eleven-odd months she’s known you, but she’s never seen you like this, hands over your heart and chest heaving like you’re trying to ground yourself.

when your watery gaze swings to her, ellie’s melting, cushion sinking as she settles next to you.

“sorry,” you whisper shakily. “i don’t—”

ellie’s shifting to face you, arms winding around your shoulders as one hand comes up to cradle the back of your head.

“let’s talk about it later,” ellie offers softly. “we can just go to bed for now and—”

“i really, really like you, ellie,” you say in one breath, and it has her body locking up, the audible catch of her inhale sounding near your ear.

“but?”

“no buts,” you admit. “just that i don’t want you to think that i kissed you because you’re being nice to me. well, i guess you’re always nice to me. it’s one of the reasons why i…”

and ellie doesn’t mean to tune you out, but you’re so fucking cute and so sweet and she shouldn’t have doubted you or herself because you’re hiccuping and shivering and—

you taste better the second time around. now ellie’s a little less unsure, still a little nervous because you’re the first girl to make her feel like this and she doesn’t want the bubble she’s built around the two of you in this corner of her little world to burst, but kissing you feels so right.

she’s dragging you back inside, past the den and up the stairs, and maybe the two of you do things you shouldn’t in her twin size bed in her childhood room when her dad’s only a few walls away, but she can’t help herself. not when you’ve always been an arm’s length away and she can finally have you.

it isn’t until the two of you lay under the dim glimmer of the glow-in-the dark stars pasted to her ceiling, her face pressed in your neck, that she says it.

“i really, really like you, too,” she whispers. “i realized i didn’t say it back.”

but it’s not like she needs to. you knew that already.

neng ©️2023

[sukunasfangurl]

Vacation with Gojo Satoru

Ngl ive been thinking about a vacation with gojo so i wanted to write some hcs ab it!! Hope u like it :3

Pov: Gojo takes you on vacation for one week to celebrate your birthday, and it was the best week of your life 🙏🔥

SFW

- Gojo surprises you with 2 tickets booked to the one place in the world you always wanted to visit for your birthday on a dinner date!! it was so romantic

- once yall get there he already booked almost everything for u, the best hotel, and made sure everything was set up perfectly with decor and presents in ur room

- he paid for everything, like EVERYTHING. Dinner was so good, and he always was around you.

- you guys went to the beach alot to swim around and have fun, and he took you around the country to visit more beaches and places that you would love to see

- whatever you want, he'll make it happen. It's your birthday after all, so you want to go eat out and drink till 3 am? He'll make sure to stay sober enough to get you guys back to the room. Want to go pet the stray animals for hours on end, and bring one home? He'll tuck a stray cat in his bag and surprise you with it in your room. Want to go around shopping all day? He'll get a driver for both of you and buy anything you want.

- throughout the day he'll leave small notes and trinkets around the hotel room and during breakfast, lunch or dinner like small notes with praise, compliments or dirty pick up lines to make you laugh.

- he'll also leave small gifts, like rings or necklaces and figures that reminded him of you when he went out with you to go shopping.

- when your out dancing some guys stare or try to flirt with you, and satoru will show up in his sexy ass clothes (some shorts and t shirt that's half open) with a drink in his hand and tell the guy off, saying that she's already taken.

- once a guy hit on you during vacation at the beach, and satoru came up and said that he was your husband and wrapped his hand around your waist

- ofc gojo had girls drooling on him, but he did not pay attention to any of em. Obv when you guys went drinking, girls would flirt and sit with him when you weren't there, but once gojo saw you in a distance after being harrased by a bunch of foreign women, he got up quickly and said "there's my beautiful girlfriend, sorry girls but my future wife and me have an amazing night to spend" and he walked off without even glancing back at them.

- ofc he was a sorcerer so he could've had to leave the vacation any day to go on a mission that was important, so one day he suddenly had to leave to go on a dangerous mission to help his students. He apologized so much, and made sure he would come back right when he was done, and even paid for one more week because he had to leave for 2-3 days.

- you were extremely sad, but understanding. He left for a few days and you were by yourself, he left you his credit card and the driver.

-he would text you whenever he could updating you on the situation and sending pictures

- when he finally came back, he saw you sitting in your room all alone and sad.

- he asked you why you were so sad, and you told him you started to miss him so much and didn't feel like having fun without him, because he was also your boyfriend and best friend.

- he felt so guilty and asked for forgiveness, you did forgive him and you guys spent the whole day together

- when you realized he paid for one more week, you told him he shouldn't pay so much money on you, gojo brushed it off and said it was nothing, seeing you happy and being with you in such a beautiful place was worth every single penny.

NSFW

- birthday sex was wild. Every night you two would go crazy, he would dominate the hell out of you if you asked, and filled everyone of your fantasies

- one night you guys went so hard, you had to change rooms a day after because of the people next to you complaining about a bed creaking and the moaning that they could hear through the walls till late

- one night when you came back from the indoor restaurant in the hotel to look for gojo in the room, you saw him with petals on the bed, wine on the bedside table and a rose in his mouth

- he had his shirt off and dress pants, grinning from ear to ear, "Hey baby, ready for bed?" You laughed at first, but honestly it was soo hot to see him like that

- that night was great. He would pound into you like nothing else mattered in the world, and everytime he came inside you, he would say happy birthday and smirk while continuing

- you wanted to dom him? Alright, he would let you. Wanted to get dominated by him? For him to not hold back? Bet. He'll make sure you can't walk the next day. (Room service is great!)

- you two would relax in the indoor hot tub in your room after you two were finally done

- most likely would end up fucking in the tub too.

- you two had a great balcony view of the ocean and beach, you would stand outside just to enjoy the view.

- gojo would go our to the balcony and slowly rub his hands up and down your back, then around your waist. If you two were in the mood, he would start kissing down your neck and pull up your night dress, then his shorts were off next.

- you would grip the railing as he thrusted in and out of you from behind, covering your mouth or pulling your hands back sometimes.

- "shhh, don't want other people to hear your cute little moans right?" He teased, while spanking you and pounding you even harder

- he would pick you up with his arms to face him, while he continued to pound into your cunt like it was any other day.

- "does the birthday girl like daddy's cock, huh? Tell me how good it feels baby."

- after the vacation was over, you two would head back with loads of bags of souvenirs and everything you two bought. He probably spent at least around 10,000 on you. (Maybe more)

- if you guys went somewhere hot, gojos tan line would definitely show. It would be kinda cute the way his Tan looked on him.

- gojo would stare at your tans all the time after you guys came back, he would trace them and tell you how your breasts and ass looked so cute.

- you told him how the hell you could make up all he did for you on your birthday on his birthday?? He just told you, "for my birthday, all I need is you. I don't care about anything too expensive, that's up to you. The sex will be great though, that's for sure." You smacked the back of his head playfully as he laughed at his dirty remark.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I sincerely hope I’m sending this request correctly. I wanna ask for a pokemon request where reader has a full Unown team with the Paldea crew reaction(Arven, nemona, penny) and maybe the blueberry academy crew reaction. I love unowns they’re my funky little letter guys. Basically the reader is an Unown enthusiast who only ever has unowns and only ever used Unowns. They have all the forms but the six they use are just the ones they took with them to Paldea. They went through Paldea and became champion with a full Unown team. Same with the bb league. I just think it’d be funny to see everyone’s reactions to that. Their partner mon would be Unown O and the other five you could pick cuz Unown O is my favorite letter. And also if u could write the unowns being affectionate with the reader and vice versa. I just like seeing trainers bonding with their pokemon. Thank you and I enjoy your writing!

(Side note: Honestly if ScarVio was able to have unowns in it you’d bet your ass I’d do a full Unown run. I’ve done it for other games. Was disappointed and sad I couldn’t have any unowns in them, sword/shield too.)

I LOVE the Unowns omg. I got a plushie of V and I'm still trying to get shinies and alphas in PLA

My favorite is F because it looks like a little stick figure but I adore all of them very much <3

.......

General

Ever since discovering the Unown in Johto (Ruins of Alpha) and the two additional forms in Kanto (Tanoby Chambers), you found your calling as a trainer.

An Unown trainer, to be precise.

Unown O was the first one you caught, and has been your battle partner ever since!

You've become something of an enthusiast, asking researchers what they've discovered and documenting the Symbol Pokemon as you collected them.

You've caught so many that you actually encountered a shiny or two--each capture being a success.

Their existence, connection to Arceus, home dimension, and "secret power" when more than one are gathered were all fascinating to you and made you wanna learn more.

You even incorporated some of their designs into your outfit: like gloves and socks that had symbols printed on them, keychains and charms on your jewelry and/or backpack..etc.

All 28 Unown grew to love you, and the ones in your party are super affectionate when you bring them out.

Their favorite game is hide n' seek (taking after their "ancestors" from PLA) around your home, and you like to play along.

Ofc people are wary around Unown given their mysterious nature, but you vow to break that stigma by feeding them treats and letting them nuzzle up to you, showing others that they're just like any other Pokémon: companions who deserved as much love and affection as a Pikachu.

After parting ways with your friends in Kanto and Johto, you don't leave without gifting them an Unown that was the first letter in their name (for Blue you left him a Shiny Unown B...which he still brags about to this day).

You decided to move to Paldea to take your Pokémon training more seriously, attending school and showing off your Unown since they're not native to the region.

Your team consisted of O, as well as N, E, F, R, and M--referring to what all 28 are collectively called (One Form).

Despite knowing they can only use Hidden Power and nothing else (plus the drawbacks from having a psychic-only team), you defied all the odds when you took on not one but TWO championships and won.

And of course, the friends you've made during your journey all got to know the Unown personally.

Paldea

Arven

At first, he thought your Unown team had more to it...until he realized that was ALL you brought to the battlefield.

Just funky letters that only knew one move.

"Oh come on, you're never gonna win with a team like that-"

And then you go and beat him with a team like that, and it shuts him up.

But Arven just rolls his eyes to the sky, making the excuse that he's not used to battling, and moves on.

As you get closer to him, though, and help him take down the Titan Pokémon around Paldea, he warms up to your team and admits they're kinda cool.

He'll only shoo them away if he's making a sandwich, not wanting to be crowded (but tbh he can tolerate Unown O's presence more than your 'raidon's).

You presented him with picks inspired by the designs of some Unown (I, K, T, Y, and !) to hold the ingredients together, and he's thoroughly impressed by your dedication to the craft.

You joked about selling them if you ever went into the art of culinary--yet Arven tells you to seriously consider it.

After the fight with the AI Professor in Area Zero, he sees your entire team pop out of their pokeballs, clearly stressed from being locked inside due to the Paradise Protection Protocol.

You never did a battle without them and were afraid they couldn't protect you, but you reassured them you were okay, letting them stay out during the journey home.

Only then does he realize that sure, they're weird little guys that don't seem all-that powerful, but you treasure them all the same.

Nemona

While she was confused about you not using the Paldea starter the Director offered you..she's HYPED when your real team comes out to play during your first match together: One made entirely of Unown, a Pokémon not even native to Paldea.

She may have read about them in some textbook unrelated to battling and glossed over them.

But to see them in battle left her extremely impressed and asking you dozens of questions afterwards.

They could just change their type when attacking??? She read about Arceus supposedly having that power, but it's awesome that these little letters/symbols can, too!

Despite thinking you'll bore her by having no strategy except "use hidden power", Nemona NEVER wants you to feel discouraged!

She wants to battle your team every time.

As you fight your way through the Pokémon League and all the way up to the Elite Four, she's rooting for you 100%, praising your Unown for overcoming even the toughest terastalized foes.

Knowing your party members, they LOVE praise and are very friendly towards her and her own Pokémon.

If any of them have timid/lonely natures..her words give them a big confidence boost.

And it reflects in their reaction times and how often they'll heal their own status conditions or tank OH-KO hits.

She says you're helping them get stronger every day, but you give her lots of credit, too, for helping you get this far.

Penny

While dealing with Team Star, Giacomo's dark team put your Unown through a world of hurt...

Penny had been watching the battle, worried that he was going to be the reason you failed to squander the organization.

Yet by some miracle, your team came out on top!

Only then does she realize you were more than capable of taking down all the bases.

Unown P comes out to greet her while you've doing an LP exchange, and it scared her pretty badly.

Especially as it just...stares. Occasionally blinking once or twice as she tries talking to you.

Conversations are hard enough for her already, and staring doesn't help matters, so she gets ready to leave-

But then its tune changes when you pat it on the head(?) and it trills happily, snuggling up to you.

Penny had to do a double-take, wondering how it managed to look so cute..but she dismisses your concerns when you asked why she made that face.

Later, after revealing she's the leader and becoming your friend thereafter...she still gets anxious around the Unown from time-to-time, but eventually warms up to their presence.

You don't treat them any differently despite their mysterious nature.

If anything, you care for them just like anyone would a cute Eevee: by spoiling them with love, treats, and sweet words of encouragement.

Penny felt like a hypocrite for being scared of them, considering people used to be scared of Team Star--yet they aren't as evil as everyone made them out to be.

They used to be lonely and misunderstood, just like the Unown were before you found them.

BB Academy

Kieran

When you showed off your team for the first time, Kieran was stunned.. remembering the things he read about them but didn't know they could actually be caught.

All he says when you show him Unown K is "wowzers".

And the journal entries you've logged turned his eyes into stars.

You show him all the photographs of ruins and Unown blending in during your trips to the signboards, rambling about what you've seen and discovered.

He loves listening to your tales..and wishes he could see those places with you.

But what he didn't like, however, was whenever you two had a battle in which your Unown only needed one command to win. You didn't have to try at all.

Even with his team's most supereffective attacks..speed and dumb luck were on your side, crushing his confidence and making him jealous.

It doesn't help when you still decided to keep Ogerpon despite you saying you only ever used Unown.

It wasn't fair.

And ofc by Indigo Disk, Kieran wants nothing more than to destroy your team, insulting them under his breath when he thinks you can't hear him.

You just scowl and cover their nonexistent-ears while they nuzzle up to you--although deep down, you knew he didn't mean those words.

He's just pissed off that he lost sleep and his appetite over training his team, giving them the best moves and items to utilize on the battlefield..only for you to sweep the BB League with a simple command.

He managed to OH-KO one Unown with Incineroar's Darkest Lariat..and that sinister grin you saw on his face was most unnerving.

But you still claimed victory over him and he takes the loss hard.

Down in Area Zero, he's convinced that the "Hidden Treasure" Terapagos can take down your "Hidden Power" team..

But after seeing them form a shield (similar to the crystal one in the Spell of Unown movie) that protects him when the legendary goes rogue..it changed his perspective.

Only then he understood why they were so powerful.

As the Unovian Pokedex said: Alone, nothing happens..but together, Unown are strong and invoke a great power.

When the dust settles, O floats into Kieran's hands, healing the pain in his wrist caused by Terapagos breaking the masterball.

He felt so so guilty for the name-calling and his desires to hurt them. Yet they've all forgiven him.

In a way, Unown remind you of him: small and unassuming, at first glance..but full of great power that's waiting to shine.

During Mochi Mayhem, K stays by his side while he holds off the possessed townspeople and you capture Pecharunt, growing quite attached to him.

And after coming back to the academy, you decide to trade him that Unown, hoping he incorporates it into one of his teams. Be it casual or competitive.

Carmine

Back in Kitakami, she laughed at your "puny"-looking letter Pokémon, thinking them to be weak as she sics Poochyena and Polteageist on them.

While their dark/ghost moves hit the Unown hard, it's Unown O who takes them down with critical hits..and Carmine got LIVID.

She impressed you're sticking with a team that appeared in ancient texts, although that doesn't dissuade her from teasing you about them for a while.

Ngl you nerding out over Unown facts and studies you've recorded reminds her of Kieran infodumping about Ogerpon.

Your Unown just glare at her, and you gotta call them back to your side before they try attacking her outside a battle.

However as time goes on and she warms up to you, meets Ogerpon, etc..she grows to like them more, too.

Eventually she's cheering them on as they take down the Loyal Three and tank their poison attacks.

By Indigo Disk's events, she comes around to genuinely smile at their presence.

Although she had concerns Kieran's new team would be too overwhelming for them...

Yet your team of hieroglyphics won anyways.

And down in Area Zero's underdepths, they invoked a great power to shield the siblings from Terapagos' attacks, protecting the two people who once hated and mocked them with all they had.

As they both break down in tears, some Unown come out of their pokeballs to comfort them, and O stays on your shoulder as you exit the cavern together.

A few photobomb the selfie you take with the twins back at the academy (as well as Kitakami's festival), but it's alright.

Carmine will allow it because you treasured them and they DID save her and her brother's skin.

Drayton

While you did struggle during his trial (due to his "Terarium Pokemon-only" rule), the actual battle caught him by surprise when your Unown swept the floor, taking down his dragons.

How Unown F was able to withstand an Electro Shot was beyond him, but it was sturdy enough to finish the fight with a Fairy-based Hidden Power.

After winning, you both take a selfie in commemoration, with you passing F to Drayton like "can we get an F in the chat" and him humbly accepting it.

It was all in good fun, and looking back on it in your scrapbook made you laugh.

But what you didn't feel good about was him rubbing your victory in Kieran's face after you win the championship, further shattering the kid who nearly keeled over trying to make the perfect team to beat you..only for some "letters" to kick him down into the dirt.

"Wow, that's tough..now are you gonna take the F or L, ex-champ?"

He forgot this kid doesn't understand much internet lingo, but Unown F and Unown L didn't appreciate his jokes, and neither did you.

But after the events in Area Zero, you let it go, eventually deciding to trade him Unown D as your way of thanking him for helping you get close enough to knock sense back into Kieran.

Crispin

Let's face it, he's gonna be staring at your Unown like a Magikarp out of water and ask how they eat..

Or if they eat at all for that matter.

Their eyes just blink and poof, their share of the meal is already gone.

He knows they're psychic Pokémon, but still...

His favorite ones are definitely C (bc of his name) and S (for Spicy), though he's eager to see how your team fairs in battle when you clear his trial.

You warn him it might be "boring" but he acts like you insulted his cooking and begs you not to say that again.

"Every Pokémon battle gets me fired up!!!!! Don't downplay yourself!!!"

Even when your Unown easily douse his Pokémon's flames with Water-based Hidden Power (and Fire for his Exeggcutor), he still had a blast battling you, realizing those little letters are full of vigor and surprises!

He's eager to see what supereffective type they're gonna use next.

When you eventually decide to trade, you contemplate giving him an extra Unown F you had..or a C.

But you settle for the latter, and Crispin promises to feed the little guy well!

Lacey

Unown are small, simple, and make trilling noises...all checking off her criteria of "cute" Pokémon!

Although knowing they're connected to Arceus--the literal god of all 'mons--is an unnerving fact, she agrees that they're adorable and deserve to be treated as such.

She gets to learn your team's different natures, and likes how you're trying to convince people that they're not as scary as the old legends present them.

They love nuzzling up to you, resting on your shoulder and/or head, twirling around, and playing with the local Minior.

That being said..Lacey gets shocked at the punch they pack during battle, with them using Poison or Steel-based Hidden Power to take down her fairies.

It's always the most unsuspecting Pokémon who are the most powerful.

Even if you worry about the battle being boring since all you can give out is one command, she's gonna turn your pessimistic thinking around!

Unown F is her favorite since it's looks like a stick figure, but Unown L is also pretty neat..yet she wonders why Unown ? and Unown ! look tired all the time...

When you trade her a letter/symbol, she's thrilled to welcome yet another cute Pokémon onto her team!

Amarys

Considering their affiliations with ruins and Arceus, the existence of Unown have always piqued her interest.

And you so-happened to be a walking encyclopedia of anything related to the Symbol Pokémon, given the journals you've written on their mannerisms.

Amarys likes reading them over, and thinks a quiz involving the Unown Alphabet would be good to have at BB Academy.

On the other hand, after your battle to climb the League rankings, she wonders if you've ever used other Pokémon..only to find out that you never did.

All you know are Unowns.

She won't force you to change your team members, seeing as they were able to beat ALL of the league members--including Kieran.

But she suggests you had one Unown use Hidden Power on its battle partner, who could hold onto a Weakness Policy.

Yet you're adamant, saying "why would I want one Unown to hurt the other just for a temporary attack boost? :((("

Your team members are besties, your cuddle buddies..how could you do that to them???

Amarys is genuinely touched by how much you care for your Unowns, and vice versa.

Speaking of which, Unown A started hanging around her more often..and she cautiously tries to pet it, surprised by its happy trills, but otherwise acts nonchalant.

When you both decide to trade, you give her that Unown and she promises to look after it.

[logical-grave]

✧ Pretty little thing ✧ Ch.2

♡ Pairing ♡ - Rafe Cameron x Plus Size!Reader

♡ Warnings ♡ - Public sex, Smut, some mean!Rafe again and some nice!rafe? Creampie, unprotected sex, dirty talk, some tit play, hurtful comments, and ofc unedited mistakes hehehe

♡ A/N ♡ - Erm I need this man biblically. Pls don’t lose respect for me hehe

♡ Word count ♡ - 2.7k

♡ Part 1 ♡

“Of course! Let me know if you need anything else.” My cheeks hurt due to the forced smile on my face, a side effect of my customer service persona. The serving tray in my hand was two seconds from toppling over, but I made it to the club guests with their drinks before that could happen. The older gentleman of the group slipped me a twenty, and I smiled, slyly taking it and stuffing it in the waistband of my skirt. Twenty was cheap. On a good day, I made close to twelve hundred in tips alone, but every penny counts, I guess.

“Hey sweetie.” Another man called for me and I rolled my eyes before turning to him with another forced smile. “How can I help you, sir?” I tucked the tray I held under my arm as the man approached me, toying with the racket in his hand. His partner busied himself by playing with a tennis ball like a golden retriever, and I stifled a chuckle. “Here,” he holds his racket out towards me, “play a game with us.”

My lips form into a tight-lipped smile, looking at him with hesitation. “I should get back to work.” A dry chuckle follows my words, and he makes an unsatisfied face. “Come on, aren’t you guys supposed to attend to our every need?” He asks, and he’s right, we aren’t supposed to say no to the guests, but it’s also not supposed to be knowledgeable to them. He steps closer to me, making it obvious as he looks me up and down, eye-fucking me right in front of my face. “Apologies, sir. I’m neede-”

“Fuck off, ballsack. She’s busy.” Rafes voice cut through the air and I looked over my shoulder to see him approaching us, holding a racket as well. My eyes widened slightly as I took in Rafes frame. He was shirtless, a sheen of sweat coating his body, telling me just finished a match, and a pair of black shorts hanging low on his hips, accentuating the ‘V’ of his torso along with a backwards hat. Jesus, it’s like looking at a fucking marble statue. It didn't help when he stepped close enough for me to feel his body heat emanating onto my back.

“You’re gonna let this douche speak for you?” The man stepped closer as well, still keeping a safe distance from me, but I could feel Rafe tense up. His reaction caused the man to smirk, showing he was getting what he wanted out of Rafe. “Please, forgive us.” I turn and push on Rafes chest, urging him to walk backwards, and he keeps his attention on the older man. He was in clear view still as Rafe lifted his arm, pointing his racket at the man in a threatening manner. “Watch yourself, gramps.” He yelled out, eventually turning around to walk until we were far enough away from the man.

“What the hell, Rafe?” I bit, drawing my eyebrows together in a pissed off manner. Rafe flared his nostrils, throwing his racket on the ground next to the benches on the court. Great, now he’s going to rip me a new one. “He was harassing you, I wasn’t going to sit on my ass and do nothing.” He was in my face now, anger written all over his face, and I closed my mouth, deciding not to talk back due to the fact that another guest might overhear. “He asked me to play a game, and I was telling him no.” I turned, walking off the courts and towards the pool.

Recently, we cut our laundry attendant because she was smoking joints on the job and made all the towels smell like weed. Of course, complaints ensued and now towel duty that was a one-person job was now a six-person job, dividing it between my coworkers and I.

I groaned as I heard footsteps trailing mine on the wet tile of the pool deck. “You would’ve had to tell him no twice. That’s one too many for my liking.” He reasoned, and I ignored him as I walked over to the first cabana on the pool deck, stripping its sheets and towels. It was close to 10 o’clock and the guests were beginning to trickle out of the club, so it was time to start on my closing duties, but Rafe didn’t give a shit. “I could’ve handled him.” My voice was harsher than I intended as I turned to him, dropping the sheets I held onto the cabana.

I look at Rafe, and he doesn’t say anything, just huffing his chest, which doesn’t help when I’m trying to be mad at him. His broad shoulders compliment him well, his eyes narrowing on me as he walks closer to me. I could feel his body heat again, and I looked forward, facing his chest, which was beautifully structured. He hooked a finger under my chin, leading my face up to meet his, his other hand resting on my hip. He doesn’t say anything, just staring into my eyes longer than he’d ever done. In fact, I think this was the first time he actually took the time to look at me and could answer what color my eyes were if he was asked by someone.

His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring, as a gasp left my lips from the feeling of his hand pushing my back to bring my body flush against him. Something flashed in his eyes, igniting something inside me, and it was all centered around him. I couldn’t tell when he placed his lips on mine, but when I realized it, the anger that resented him seemed to fade along with whatever else was around us. The kiss felt like a pull that I refused for so long, and the relief of his lips on mine was something that burned into the memory of my brain. His lips are soft, pink, and so perfectly tender as passion brewed between us from the way he pushed his tongue passed the slit above my bottom lip. The kiss was needy and intimate, exactly the kind of kiss Rafe would give.

I pushed his chest, urging him away from me, and I could swear he didn’t want to until I pushed him further. He sighed, pushing his hips forward and making me gasp. “Are you hard?” I giggled with a small blush, looking down at his prominent bulge, pressing it against me. Rafe looked at me and gave me a small shrug. “I get turned on when you yell at me.” His face was unchanging, as if his statement was matter-of-factly.

My head turned as I searched the pool deck for any signs of life. The golf course was not far and anyone in a cabby driving by would see, as well as tennis players returning from a match. Even worse, a lot of the workers walk through the pool deck as a shortcut to the gym. It was simply too risky and though this wasn’t the best paying job, I didn’t want to lose it over something as trivial as sex. Yet, I’m reminded of our agreement as Rafe presses his body against mine, prompting me to sit on the edge of the cabana.

“Rafe, we can’t. I’ll get fired if we get caught.” I move to sit up, but Rafe pushes me down, making me let out an exasperated yelp. The comfort of the cabana on my back was welcomed as I laid down on it and my head rested on the bundled sheets. Rafe moved to stand between my legs, making me bite my lip at how perfectly aligned we are. I stretch my neck up to look around once again, the fear of someone coming rushing through me. “Rafe, we shouldn’t.” I looked at him with worry, but he’s busy trailing his fingers under my skirt and up my thigh, leaving goose-bumps over my skin due to his delicate touch.

Fuck, he makes this hard.

“What did I say about these?” Rafe hooked his finger on the waistband of my panties before snapping them back against my skin, warranting a small wince from me. I looked up at him and bit my lip nervously. “Not to wear them anymore.” My voice was soft-spoken, his intimidation drawing this out from me. The side of his mouth curled up, his eyes darkening at my response, just like he wanted me to. “Good girl,” He said in a low voice, a tinge of husk aiding it. Rafe pulls on my polo that was tucked into my skirt, pushing it over my breasts, and my eyes widen.

Though, I don't stop him. The worry of being caught by someone has been pushed behind the lust that began to cloud my mind, and Rafe took notice. He pulled the cups of my bra down under my breasts, giving them a small push-up and exposing them perfectly to him. He makes no hesitation to reach and palm at my breasts, biting his lip. “That's what I love about girls like you,” He pinched my nipple. “You have tits and ass for days.”

I look away, attempting to distract myself from his words. I knew what he meant, the compliment not even close to being considered one with how backhanded it was. The worst part? Rafe genuinely meant it, as if bigger girls didn’t have much more to themselves than our sizable assets. It reminded me that to him, I was good enough to fuck but not to date, much less even save my phone number.

Rafe doesn’t take notice of my sudden disinterest, instead removing one hand from my breast, and I hear a rustle of fabric. I crane my neck and look at him standing between my legs, taking his shorts off to circle his knees, fully baring himself. I let out a small gasp as I looked at his cock. It was painfully hard, with a string of pre-cum falling from the tip to drip onto my thigh. “See what you do to me?” He pumps himself a couple of times, letting out small moans as his other hand bunches my skirt up at my waist.

He thumbs my clit, making small circular motions as he narrows his eyes at me, making sure I’m reacting how he wants. I blush as I bite my lip, holding back the moans that threaten to spill from my lips. This just warrants him to press on it, eliciting a moan from me as he intended. “I wish you could see yourself right now.” His eyes are hooded, clouded with lust and desire. I look at him innocently, his comment giving me a small surge of confidence. It was insane how quickly he shifted my mood and I, more than, let him.

I watch as he removes his hand, moving it to grip my hip as he presses his tip on my clit. I make a small noise at the sensation before he starts to drag his tip up and down my folds, gathering my slick with his pre-cum, the act lewd in itself. Finally, after out his tease, he slowly eases in until fully sinking in me, prompting a moan from the both of us. I shut my eyes as I let out a show exhale, delighting in the feeling of him in me time and time again. Rafe pushed my thigh down, as he began his thrusts, his other hand moving to cup my breast.

My head falls back against the bundle of sheets as Rafe thrusts into me, my hand reaching over my head to grip the sheets. “Fuck, Rafe.” I whimper, his cock stretching me out, and I bite the inside of my cheek against the burn, ignoring it due to the pleasure accompanying it. The familiar way his cock curved always lightly grazed over my g-spot, adding to my lust. Sometimes, I swear he knew my body better than I did.

“Rafe,” I whine, “S’too much.” This only drove him to pound into me harder and at a faster pace as well. If he had the chance to ruin me completely, he’d take it without hesitation. “You can take me,” Rafe pants, looking down. “Look.” I follow his eyes, and it takes everything in me not to cum as I watch his cock slide in and out of my abused cunt. The image, so pornographic, I almost subconsciously tell myself to look away, but then I remember I’m a part of that image. The indecent sound of our shared arousal fills our ears with each slap of his skin against mine, along with my strangled moans.

This was wrong. This was so incredibly wrong yet the seemingly never ending list of consequences wouldn’t even be considered when asked if this was worth it. Rafe grasps onto my hips as he pushes me into the cabana, driving into me enough to hit my cervix. He squeezes his eyes shut, a habit he’s formed when he’s trying to hold himself back from finishing quickly.

“Rafe,” He looks at me with lust-driven eyes. “I need you to cum in me.” I whine and something behind his eyes shifts. As if he’s been waiting to hear those words leave my mouth for as long as we’ve had this relationship. Rafe always came inside me, thanks to the IUD I have implanted, but I had never asked him once to do the sinful act myself.

Then, It started at the base of my stomach, the familiar tightness of my walls causing Rafe to hold my hips harder, and I winced at the pleasurable pain it drew out. “I’m close, baby. I’m so close.” He reached his finger to my clit and circled it with his thumb, the stimulation allowing the force of my orgasm to crash into every crevice of my body. My head fell into a daze and my vision blurred slightly as I milked his cock, my walls clenching him oh so nicely.

He thrusts forward, the fill of his cum settled into me with pulses of his cock, and the overflow dripped down between our thighs. The stutter of his hips made a slow stop and his body fell slack over mine, and a silent buzz of content settled over us. Rafe and I panted as we attempted to recover our breathing, the feeling of his chest pressing against mine almost giving me a sense of comfort. A blush pinched my cheeks as I felt Rafe pepper small kisses over my chest and neck, the ticklish feeling making me giggle. Rafe stopped himself at that sound and looked at me and in an instant, he was Rafe Cameron again. The subtle changes in his expression weren't subtle enough, clearly.

Rafe pushes off me and takes himself out with a groan. I cross my ankles as I sit up, pulling down my shirt before reaching behind myself to grab a pillowcase and clean myself off but its taken from my hands before I could do so. I look up at Rafe, and he rudely avoids my gaze, instead wiping his shaft before I get a chance for myself. I sigh and reach behind again for another pillowcase, but Rafe grabs that one and throws it behind me as well.

“Put your panties on.” He says, pulling up his shorts and wiping his hand. I quirk an eyebrow as I look at him, finding some sort of tell that says he’s not serious. He seems to notice and darkens his expression, reaching to pull on my arm and stand me up abruptly, making me stumble into his chest. I stare at him in disbelief at his man-handling, ready to speak on it, but he beats me to it. “If you're going to wear your little panties, you’re going to wear them to keep my cum inside you.” He lightly grasps my chin to look up at him, and I slowly nod in response. Rafe pecks my lips with a small smile before taking the waistband of my panties and pulling them up, giving my ass cheek a slap, and I jumped slightly.

Rafe gives me a small nod as a goodbye before walking out the pool deck, and a strike of fear surges through me as soon as he’s gone. Just above the door he left through, a camera sits idly facing the entirety of the pool and all the blood drains from my face. “Fuck!” I yell to myself, into the sheets I held in my hands out of frustration. Attempting to push the problem from my brain, I continued stripping the rest of the cabanas on the pool deck until a notification made me pause. I take out my phone and read it to myself.

“Rafe Cameron sent you $1,500.”

-

thank you for reading!!! lmk what you think! love you!!

[spaceagebachelormann]

HIHSISHSISJSBSNHIHEYHEY

may i please request ocean, misha, and jane/penny with an s/o that’s very short, like 5’0 and everyone assumes they’re rlly nice and they are… when they wanna be. just a very overall fiesty person in a tiny body :)

ocean, mischa and jane/penny with a short s/o!

✧ warnings: none

✧ additional info: erm this has been rotting in my inbox for months mb pookie 🙏 these might be shit but i’m on a rtc kick rn so trust in me!! also i kinda struggled with the angry but short part 😔 also ocean is kinda ooc

✧ m.list — nav.

ೃ༄ ocean o’connell rosenberg

ugh this is so real i’m 5’1 😒

ocean herself is also very short,, like 5’3-5’5

so she prob finds ur height rlly endearing cause she’s used to people being taller than her

would 100% baby u

probably says some shit like “awww ur so cute!” if u get annoyed cause she’s a little shit oblivious

would like seeing in like slightly bigger clothes cause a) she likes knowing ur comfy, even if she SUCKS at showing it, and b) she thinks it makes u look saur cute

and also she makes it abundantly clear she is the only mf who gets to bring up ur height and she’ll be passive aggressive to anyone else who does

and she’s the type to scold u if u get pissed at someone for making fun of ur height but she also doesn’t stop u

she’s secretly so proud but scolds u anyway

the scolding is worse if u swore at the person

ೃ༄ mischa bachinski

this BITCH is so mean to u abt ur height (lovingly ofc!)

purposely puts things on higher shelves so u have to ask him for help (he gets offended if u ask literally anyone else GOD FORBID ocean)

he def argues with u if u get annoyed but in like a teasing way

he thinks it’s endearing

gives u his clothes alot (obviously cause he likes seeing them on u)

so goddamn protective omg.

has encouraged you to yell at ppl for making fun of u

“HIT THEM!! HIT THEM!!” — mischa <3

fake cries and hugs u on the first day of december because santa needs his elves back

also says “don’t fall in a hole” when ur literally just walking

ೃ༄ penny lamb/jane doe

pennys like a mix of ocean and mischa

lovingly bullies u but also thinks ur so so cute

would love watching u yell at people and obviously encourages u

even joins if she feels like it

LOVES picking you up for no reason

jane though also thinks ur height is super cute but doesn’t know how to express it

she’s like immediately intrigued by u cause ur noticeably shorter than everyone else

she randomly comes up behind u and puts her arms around ur shoulders or js on ur arms or something

don’t get mad at her she gets confused cause she doesn’t know what she’s doing wrong :(

[mynameismckenziemae]

She’s a Fire-Chapter I

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

She’ll be my 3rd degree

(next chapter here)

Warnings: dry humping, fluff, etc.

A/N: I don’t believe you have to read Ain’t No Sunshine but I think it might help.

You pull into Penny’s a little before 11 and she meets you in the driveway.

“Rowan, how nice to see you again! How was the drive? You must be exhausted” she says as she takes a bag from you.

“Nice to see you too! It wasn’t bad, I tried to pull over and sleep but I couldn’t. And yes, I am pooped,” you laugh as you follow her up the stairs. “Thank you so much for this and everything, Sunny too. You have no idea how much stress this has taken off me.”

“No problem at all. Sun left most of the furniture except her bed, she said you were bringing yours?”

“Yeah, my apartment in Denver was furnished, but I bought my own bed. I think the movers will be here Monday, they’ll get the majority of my other things too.”

“Sounds good, I hope you don’t mind, but I made up the pullout for you.” She says as she unlocks the door for you.

“Oh, you are a lifesaver. Thank you! I was gonna crash on the nearest flat surface.”

“You’re welcome. Here’s the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom is here and the bedroom next to it. Do you want help getting anything else out of your car? Otherwise, I’ll get out of your hair and let you rest.”

“Oh, thank you, but that’s okay. I’ve got everything I need for now in these 2 bags, I’ll bring up the rest later.” You yawn.

“Sounds good, let me know if you need anything. I’ll be at the party later, I’ve got to take Amelia to her dad’s first”.

“Great. Thank you again.”

She squeezes your shoulder and closes the door behind her.

You slip your shoes off and set an alarm before plugging your phone on and falling into a deep sleep.

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

A few hours later you arrive at the Hard Deck; showered, hair curled into loose waves down your back, and clad in a green sundress. You feel great and look even better.

It’s only 3:40, so you take a seat at the bar while you wait. The door swings open and you check out the hunk who walked through. Tight jeans on thick thighs, a white tank stretched over his pecs under a godawful Hawaiian shirt. He somehow pulls it off, same with the mustache he sports. You look away before he sees you staring and poke at your drink.

You check your phone in your lap to see if Sunny’s texted, but nothing. There’s movement to your right, someone’s taken the empty seat beside you. It’s the pornstache hunk. You can feel him staring after he orders.

“Before you ask, yes. The curtains match the drapes.” You say with a smile, not looking at him.

He chokes on his drink. “What? I didn’t- I wasn’t going—“ he sputters, choking on his beer.

You laugh as you turn towards him. He’s even more handsome up close. Brown eyes, a strong nose, and scars on his cheek add character. A flush is crawling up his neck, you caught him off guard.

He’s looking you over too. Deep green blue eyes, pouty painted lips, long red hair.

“I haven’t seen you here before. I’d remember you.” He says, eyes dipping to your lips.

“You’re right. I just moved here from Colorado.”

“What made you decide to come here?”

“Job offer and I wanted a change of scenery”.

“Oh yeah? What do you do?”

“Chemical engineering.”

He whistles lowly.

“What about you, pornstache? What do you do for a living?”

“Pornstache?” He chuckles. “I’m a naval aviator.”

“Ah, I see. Call sign?”

“Rooster.”

You glance at his groin before meeting his eyes again, cocking a brow. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says, voice a little husky. He clears his throat and takes another drink. “You here alone?”

You shake your head, “No, I’m meeting a friend here, she should be here soon. You?”

“Same, who are you meeting? I might know them?”

“Her name is S—oh shit,” you say as a drunk uniform spills his nearly full beer in your lap.

“Ohhh, my bad. Need my help taking your wet dress off?” He slurs, his stale beer breath hitting your face.

“No thanks,” you say, sighing as you try and mop it up.

“Come on, I was just kidding. You should lighten up” he leers, putting a heavy hand on your shoulder.

“She said no thanks. Apologize and get the hell outta here, Ensign Johnson. I’ll be having a discussion with your commanding officer on Monday about teaching you to respect a lady.” Bradley says from behind you with a commanding tone.

“Fuck, sorry. I didn’t know she was with you, Rooster, I mean Lt. Bra—“

“It doesn’t matter if she’s with me or not. You spilled a drink on her, didn’t apologize, and then tried to hit on her. Now, apologize.” He rises to his feet.

“I-I’m sorry ma’am, for the drink and…and”

“It’s fine, you better go now.” You reply, still trying to mop the mess.

He and his buddies scurry away.

“Come with me, I can get you some towels. I used to work here.” He says, holding out his hand.

You take it. “That’d be great, thanks.”

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He brings you to a storage room and hands you some clean towels.

“Damn it. It’s no use. It’s satin, so even when it dries I’m still gonna look like I peed my pants” you laugh, holding the wet material off your thighs.

“Could your friend bring you something to change into?” He asks, taking the wet one from you.

“I’m sure she would. Wait, I have clothes in my car yet. Know how I told you I just moved here? Well…like literally moved here today and didn’t bring all of the boxes in yet. I’m gonna soak my underwear thought if I don’t get this off soon.”

“Do you want me to get you something from your car?”

“You’d do that?” You asked, surprised. You were used to men who did the bare minimum.

“Of course, gotta show you how most naval men act, not like that jackass. Give me your keys and I’ll grab you something.”

“Thank you, it’s the white Volkswagen in the back. There’s dresses on top in the trunk, any of them should work.”

“You got it, be back in a second.”

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You unzip the dress and step out of it as soon as he leaves, unable to stand the feeling of wet satin sticking to your thighs. Leaving you in your heels, bra, and lacy boyshorts. You turn to look for something to put it in and you see a box of plastic bags on the top shelf. You stand on your tiptoes and almost have it…

“Does this one work? I think it’ll look nice with your eyes. Shit, sorry!” You hear the door close and he turns around.

Oops, he was back faster than you thought.

“No worries, I just had to get it off, it was irritating my skin. I figured this is no different than seeing me in a bikini” You walk up behind him. He flinches when you touch his shoulder to turn him around to take the dress.

He slowly turns to you and gulps, looking towards the ceiling, trying to be respectful.

You’re not sure what’s gotten into you as you step closer and ‘accidentally’ brush the bulge growing in his jeans as you reach for the dress.

“Yeah, Rooster makes sense.” You smile as he sucks in a breath and drops his head to look at you.

You rise to your tiptoes to kiss him, which he returns immediately with enthusiasm. His hands go straight to your ass and squeeze, groaning into your mouth. He’s an ass man apparently.

His hands slide lower and he lifts you, turning to pin you against the door, his jean-clad erection pressed right against your core. You pull off his lips with a whine, and he kisses a path down your neck, his mustache tickling in the best way.

His hips continue rocking against yours, and he groans as he can feel your wet heat through the layers.

“Keep going, just like that” you pant, surprised that you’re getting close.

He groans again, lower this time, and sucks a bruise below your collarbone. The little zing of pain is enough to push you over the edge. Your legs tighten around his waist and your hands weave into his hair to tug his head up for a kiss and he swallows your whimpers.

Once you catch your breath, he sets you down, “That was so fucking hot” he pants against your lips.

You smile and bring your hand to his zipper, ready to return the favor but his phone dings, startling you both.

“Shit! What time is it? My friend was supposed to be here at 4.” You say, pulling your dress on and smoothing your hair. Thankfully the dress covers the mark he left by your collarbone.

“4:33, my friends are here too.” He says, putting his phone back in his pocket.

“I’m sorry about your…situation, but I really gotta go find my friend but I’ll be here for a while tonight, come find me?” you ask as you grab your purse.

“It’s okay, I gotta go too. I just…need a minute,” he chuckles, “but yeah, I’ll find you”.

You run your fingertips across the front of his pants and kiss his cheek. “See you around”.

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You spot her curly hair from across the bar.

“Sunny!” You say, wrapping her in a hug.

“Row! Sorry I was late, I was uh-preoccupied?” Well, that explains her baby giraffe legs. “Hey, this is Bob, my boyfriend.” She says.

“Nice to meet you finally, I’m Rowan,” you say with a smile, shaking his hand. He returns it.

“Are you feeling okay? You look a little flushed.” Sunny asks.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just a little nervous is all.” Yeah, she’s not gonna buy that.

“Don’t be! Everyone’s gonna love you. Oh, there’s Bradley now. I’ll introduce you.” Sunny says, waving someone over.

Pornstache’s eyes widen when he sees you behind Sunny.

“Bradley, this is my good friend Rowan from college. She’s the engineer moving here from Colorado, staying at Pen’s apartment,” Sunny turns to you, “and this is Bradley, my childhood friend. Our dads flew together in the Navy”.

“Rowan. That’s a pretty name. What does it mean?” Bradley asks you.

“Little redhead. I bet you can figure out why my parents chose it” you smirk, holding out your hand. “Great to meet you, Bradley.”

He takes your hand. “Likewise” he murmurs, looking at your lips, which turn up into a seductive smile.

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Wellllllll there’s part one. Whatcha think? Lmk if you want to be added to this stories taglist!

[ahn1zos]

“…Penny?”

While Jaune was helping Ruby against Neo, WBY + Penny were fighting against Cinder. Unfortunately, when surrounded by fire, Penny had tried to check on her friends, but got hit when distracted. Everything turns white once again.

This is part of the AU ofc

[the-kipsabian]

still trying to piece it together what kips agenda was back in the day when he tried to cost oc the title against qt out of all fucking people lmao

[augustinescruelsummer]

you found me | j.seresin

In which everything at her job reminds her of the messy broken up engagement of her and Jake Seresin. What happens when the risk of him coming back is probable? This is inspired by You Found Me by The Fray and uses lyrics. F!READER X J.SERESIN. lyrics are in italics <3. Anyway lmk if you want a part 2 love u guys!

AN: im so proud of this. pls be nice to me im 16 so ofc its not gonna be like insanely crazy writing. but i genuinely had the time of my life writing this, and i want it to serve as a reminder that your feelings are always valid. thank you for reading!

WC: 6.3k. | GIF CRED TO @unicornships

You wiped the pool table down, preparing to open your shift. The feint sound of F-18s soaring far away could still be heard from the beachside location of The Hard Deck, and the sound of the planes made you think of him. Like it did every time someone wearing a Naval uniform sauntered in here, and every time you looked longingly at them like they were him. Every time someone walked in with piercing green eyes and ordered a beer, you thought of him and the way he would look at you when you were both on the verge of falling asleep after a long night. The way he would come home and instantly yell out, “Honey, I’m home!” was brought back to your memory every time someone at the bar used the nickname for you.

Every time someone brought up their fiancé or their upcoming wedding, you would subconsciously twirl the nonexistent ring on that specific finger. You would remember how it felt to have a ring on said finger. When someone would ask you if you were married, you would politely tell them no and find a way to excuse yourself from the conversation. Nausea would always overwhelm you when someone brought up the topic, and it reminded you of how you always said you would flush it. You told them you did that whenever someone asked how bad it affected you. Yet, It still sat in your nightstand, never to be moved. The ring was the exact same as it was the day you took it off.

The bar was bustling by the time it opened, and you had been having a good day so far. The people were being kind to you, but that was mostly because many of them knew who you were. Your regulars stopped by to wish you happy holidays and you figured it was because they were all going on their lavish vacations soon. Christmas was still two weeks away and the decorations sprung around the bar made you remember how the holidays used to feel. Your second Christmas spent by yourself, but this year it’d be with Penny and Amelia at least. But it wasn’t with him.

You spurred yourself from the thought of him, choosing to push his face out of your mind for at least one shift. You couldn’t help thinking of him when working, because it was how you met. Beer cans were opened and celebrations were held, people chanting that it was never too early to celebrate the holidays. You found that sort of counterproductive, since the holiday season had a lot to do with religious purposes usually. Nevertheless, it wasn’t any of your business what people did with their own lives. Penny slid behind the counter, giving your shoulder a tight squeeze. “You seem off in space,” she said nonchalantly while she poured another beer. The bar was beginning to empty out because of the late hour. She shifted her weight and leaned on the side of the bar, raising an eyebrow at your mellow disposition. “What’s going on, kiddo?” She prompted, her soft brown eyes staring at yours. She had always assumed the role of a sister or mother to you, which was probably the latter. You shrugged and made up a bullshit lie to try and shake her, but she was not going to go down without a fight. “Is it the decorations?” She asked jokingly, but when your face tensed her smile dropped. “Is it Jake again, honey?”

The mention of his name made you instantly freeze. You slowly nodded your head and nodded your head over to the pool table, where a small mistletoe was hung by the small table. The site of it, after three years, still being there was surprising. You thought that restaurants would usually change their decoration layout, especially this one. But there it was, after all those years, still hanging. Its leaves pristine with a white glint in it, but you had to assume it was fake. You hoped it was fake. Because everything that came after the mistletoe appeared fake. Maybe some selfish part of your brain hoped this year a girl would kiss an aviator under the mistletoe and end up just like you. To prove to yourself they were all like this to women. It’s not a you problem, it’s just them, everyone had told you when you’d gone completely offline the days after. You needed to prove that there was something wrong with them and it had never been anything about you, and you thought that you owed yourself that much. And you did.

“Do you want me to take it down?” Penny asked you, sliding over to be closer to you as you stared at the stupid plant. “Did you know mistletoe is poisonous?” You blurted out to her, and pushed yourself off the bar. You tried to busy yourself with cleaning, squirting the already clean bar top with spray again to distract yourself from Penny’s pitiful gaze. “So are the people that go under it,” you added bitterly after a beat of silence. Penny sighed and took the bottle out of your hands gently, before telling you that you were done for the day.

You clocked in the next day, your mind indefinitely clearer. You had gone home, thrown some shit at the wall, cried, and gone to bed. You were done being sorry for yourself and the shit he put you through. Why should he have an impact on you right now, presently? He was somewhere off in the world, perfectly fine without you. Penny didn’t comment on your lifted mood, instead choosing to go with the flow of the situation. The mistletoe was still there and you had to resist the urge to go over there and break it apart leaf by leaf. The night moved on consistently, and a certain visitor had caught Penny’s eye. Amelia had called you over to ask about them, because both of you knew Penny never held conversation with singular men at her bar without reason. Not after her own version of your story.

“Who was that, Pen?” You asked nonchalantly, taking the beer she had poured out of her hands. She chuckled to herself, knowing that you were nosy as all get out. It didn’t bother her though, in fact, she needed to talk to someone about what she had just been told. “It was a guy who was close friends with Maverick,” she said to you, her face falling even at the mention of his callsign. You swallowed the lump in your throat, selfishly thinking of him even though she was talking about Maverick. “They think he’s going to come back,” she sighed heavily as she said it, like a weight was lifted off her chest. You squeezed the dishrag in your hand, losing your concentration as you thought of Navial Aviators coming back to North Island. “Hon!” Penny said imperatively, snapping you out of your train of thought. You had squeezed the rag so hard old beer and water had dripped onto your pants, but you were so entranced on the thought of aviators returning you chose not to take notice.

“I just know about Pete,” she informed you softly. “I’m excited to see him if he does come back, I suppose. I don’t know if Jake will come back with him, but I presume not. There’d be no reason too,” Penny continued, grabbing the dish rag out of your shaky hands. She was right, there was no reason for him to come back all these years. As if you being here would stop him, you were nothing, your brain said trying to beat you down. You pushed the thought out of your head to the best of your ability and shrugged your shoulders. “If he does, he does,” you tried to say as stable as you could. “But you know I’m here for you, Pen, if Maverick does come back. It won’t be easy, and you dont have to think it will be.” She nodded her head, quickly wrapping you in a hug before going to attend to another customer.  

There were couples everywhere, Navy couples, to be more exact tonight. Your guess was that their training had ended early today, so they chose to take their girlfriends and wives down to The Hard Deck to drink. Saltily, you wanted to say that they only chose this place so they could drink without excuse and beg their significant others to buy them more. Aviators, you thought with an internal eye roll. The old juke box was playing an array of holiday and love songs, due to the amount of couples in the bar. You had been serving left and right, trying not to think about how the male would buy the drinks. He never did that towards the end. Your favorite song was playing through the bar, and the sound of it made you stop. You Found Me by The Fray was coming through the speakers loudly, and couples were preparing to dance on the main floor. You divert your eyes somewhere else, and they land by the pool table. Right as a naval aviator and his wife kissed under the mistletoe, to your lyric. Yours and his lyric.

Lost and insecure, You Found Me, You Found Me, lying on the floor.

The rock on her hand told you they were married, a step you never got the privilege to experience.

Just a little late, You Found Me.

You looked right away as their lips separated, and the whistles from the aviators nearby was enough to make you throw a glass if you could. The song especially overwhelmed you, and you aggressively poured beer as the song continued to play, and happy military wives sang the lyrics back to their husbands. The happy glint in their eyes as they stared up at their counterpart was enough to tell you that they were truly happy. Just like you thought you were with him. You looked down at the dinghy bar floor as the song ended, blinking away tears. How come they were entitled to it, the happy ending, and you weren’t?

The afternoons you worked were always the worst. Slow days, grumpy customers who thought they were entitled to everything, it was truly the whole package. You were tidying up tables when a man walked in, and he was neatly kept. He looked extremely nervous and you took your spot behind the bar as he walked up. He was wearing a TopGun bomber jacket, and your mouth dropped open. Maverick. You tried to play it cool, hoping Penny would stay in the backroom. Or maybe some part of you hoped she came out, and Pete would admit his fairy-tale feelings for her. They could have their happy ending. Just maybe that would be enough for you. But deep down, you knew nothing would ever be enough to satisfy the heartbreak. His aviators dimmed his facial expression, but based on the fact he kept rubbing his hands on his jeans, you knew he was nervous. “Can I help you?” You asked sweetly, but loudly. Ok, so maybe you do want Penny to come out here. Right as he opened his mouth to speak, Penny came barreling from the stockroom. A basket filled with glasses in both hands, and she made eye contact with Maverick instantly. It was like an invisible string would forever tie their presences together, because their eyes found each other instantly.

“Pen–” “Pete–”

The moment was shattered by the basket hitting the floor with a lound clang, and you instantly rushed over to grab it from the floor. Pete got out of his barstool, but you shooed him away. “I’ll let you guys catch up,” you told both of them, trying not to let your jealous tone of voice show. You picked up the basket with more force than necessary, and flung the door out to the beach. You knew Penny could tell you were jealous, but she also knew it was understandable. She also understood that some part of you wished he would come back. That he would say sorry and ask for forgiveness. Beg on his knees and tell you that it had always been you, no one else. But that didn’t happen.

You busied yourself by putting glasses on tables, making sure that the forks were properly in proportion with the knives. You never did that. The fear of walking in on Penny and Maverick having a forgiveness session consumed you, and you would spend all night out here if it meant avoiding that fate. Because you wanted to have that conversation so bad. You wanted to share with him the feelings and words that were stolen from you when he left without another word. There wasn’t a last kiss or last words spoken. There was nothing.

Penny called you back in an hour later, not sharing the details of the conversation, Her eyes were brimmed with tears, and you placed the empty basket on the table before rushing into her arms. Her tears flowed freelt when you hit her embrace, and she sobbed into your shoulder. “I don’t know if I can run the risk again,” she told you through tears. “My heart couldn’t do it.” You comforted her to the best of your ability, but it had never been your strong suit. You took her shift, offering to close for her tonight. She had resisted the offer but eventually gave in when you promised her you had it all under control. “You need to tell Amelia,” you had said. She finally caved after those words and grabbed her purse before hurrying out. The memories of you and the bar all came flooding back when you were by yourself here.

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THREE YEARS AGO, DECEMBER

It was a cold night in California, which was a rare phenomenon for the usually hot state. You had a scarf wrapped around your neck, which you told your friend beside you that it made you feel a part of the holiday season officially. He laughed before opening the door for you into your favorite place ever, and his. “‘Ma lady,” he said jokingly while holding the door, and you dramatically sauntered into the bar. The place was lively, and couples were everywhere inside the bar. They danced to the music playing on the jukebox, but a mischievous Rooster stood irkingly close to the plug. The sight of all the aviators and the lovers made you smile, and you instantly pulled Jake towards the makeshift dance floor. This was your one off day from the bar, and on that day Penny had put all the decorations up. She gave you a cheery wave and her face lit up at the sight of you and Jake. The December air was still detectable in the bar, but you were so happy it didn’t even get to you. Jake played his usual round of pool, and you stood near him admiring him discreetly. Or so you thought. A tipsy Phoenix fell onto the couch beside you, her unexpected weight on the couch making you snap out of your admiration. She took a long swig of her bottle, biding her time, before throwing an eyebrow up at you. Her lips quirked, “When are you gonna ask him out?” She crossed one leg over the other and placed her chin on her hands, looking at you expectantly. If the question hadn’t caught you so off guard, you would’ve smiled at the sight. Phoenix usually had a serious disposition and it was rare to see her so carefree. She giggled at your silence and stricken expression, before giving your shoulder a light shove. “Our secret,” she put a finger to her lips and made a hush sound. Before you could respond to the scene, she got up suddenly. “Bob! I’m calling you for a dance, my wingman!” She took a last sip of her beer, shoving it into Fanboy’s hands before dragging Bob through the crowd to the center.

You sighed as you watched them become the center of attention, two of the top naval aviators having the time of their lives at a bar somewhere off the beaten path. “Penny for your thoughts, sweetheart?” His charming voice asked, and you cursed yourself for your cheeks warming up at the pet name. “Just thinking about all the dancing people,” you told him honestly, leaning back on the couch. Your hands were empty, choosing to be his designated driver for the night. You knew it was rare he got a day off, and you wanted him to have a couple drinks. He grinned, “You want to dance?” You shrugged, choosing to stay silent. He placed his chin on the pool stick, his smile growing as he stared down at you. After a couple more moments of staring, he held his hand out for you. You took it happily, standing up to face him. He threw his stick to the side before taking his hands in yours and swinging you around the pool table.

Where all my days were spent by a telephone that never rang.

“This is my favorite song!” You told him, and he smiled down at you not saying anything. He spun you around the pool table, and his dancing skills highly impressed you. This would be your favorite song, was all he thought as he led you into the center of the dance floor. All the couples were slow dancing, and even Phoenix and Bob had cleared the floor for this one.

And all I needed was a call that never came.

You leaned your head on his chest and let the lyrics swim in your brain. There were so many situations that came to your mind when you listened to this song, and it made tears brim to your eyes. “Eyes on me, pretty, this is a sweet moment.” You danced around the center before he led you back over to the pool table. His eyes looked into yours softly, and he tightened the arm around your waist. His thoughts were racing about if you thought this was simply a friendly dance, but he thought it was pretty clear there was more.

To the corner of First and Amistad?

He had your back against the pool table, his arms around your waist now. The pressure and tension in the situation was making your thoughts cloudy. His sharp jawline scanned the people nearby before letting his eyes locked on you. His eyes went above you guys, where a plant was hanging from the ceiling. He smirked down at you, and over the loudness of the song told you, “The plant never lies, sweetheart.”

Lost and insecure, You Found Me, You Found Me.

He kissed you. During your favorite line of the whole song. The entirety of the situation made you feel like you were floating on cloud 9, and you clawed at his naval uniform for something to grab. Something for you to ensure that this was real. That this was happening. You grabbed onto his collar, letting the lyrics be the only thing flowing through your mind. The powerful chorus that you had sobbed to many times before was now being woven with one of the happiest memories. He kissed you deeper with every time your lips met again, you slowly being pressed harder against the pool table. You pulled away finally when the chorus ended, both out of breath and in a haze. “We should do that more often,” he joked when he saw your face. You laughed at his humor and took his hand again, leading him through the crowd of the bar. You laughed your way out of the bar, letting the memory be created with the flow of the night.

For years and years and years and years, and you never left me no messages, you never sent me no letters.

The final faint lyrics, the sad ones, were the last ones to be heard as you and Jake left the bar. You were both still in your haze of falling for each other, and the fact you had kissed him. Little kisses were shared until you finally reached his truck, and he asked you if you were ready to go through with the night. You had agreed, the final lyrics of You Found Me fading away, seeming to be unimportant.

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PRESENTLY

The memory was one so heavy on your heart it hurt to bear, and you turned the music on the jukebox down. You wondered if Penny and Maverick were having a secret rendezvous, the tears shed earlier completely forgotten whenever he was in front of her. Were they kissing like silly teenagers who were afraid to be caught? Would they ever admit they never officially fell out of love with each other? It all seemed so surreal, that Pete happened to come back just when Penny needed him. Something out of a movie, if you were being honest. You were never that fortunate, you thought negatively as you stared out the windows, looking at the beach you had spent many a night with. God, he was everywhere! His memory was always close by, mostly figuratively, but in some cases literally.

Penny had informed you that a group of 12 highly performing naval cadets were on their way to TopGun Academy, and that they had been called back. She had betrayed Maverick’s trust to tell you this, in secret of course, because you both knew what that meant. “Jake,” you murmured. The first time you had said his name out loud, after you stopped cursing his name within the walls of your apartment. “He’s most definitely in the top ten,” you told Penny. She snorted at the irony of you still managing to brag on him. The reality of him coming into the bar was real, especially with Maverick having come to visit earlier. It was only a matter of time. You had spent all these years thinking about the words you would spew at him, and how the anger would flow off your body so visibly anyone would notice. But in reality, you had thought the day would never come. What would you do when you saw him again? What would he do? You had to have meant something more than all the other girls, right? He put a rock on your hand. The rock. The vision of the ring itself was enough to make your face go pale. Or more, the vision of the rings. Sitting side by side in your nightstand, a reminder on how he walked out on the commitment he proposed. It would’ve been officially a year and a half of marriage today, and the thought of him seeing you on said day was scary enough. But truly, what were you going to say to him if you found the courage? There was so much you had wanted to say, but now the want was fading quickly. The year you had spent bottling up your feelings in hoping you would see him again was not coming into use.

The night was young, a new hour on the clock. Every time someone entered the bar you looked for a clean shaven and freshly groomed blonde man. With his sharp green eyes, there was no way you could miss him. You hadn’t even thought of the site of seeing your old friends. His old friends that had quickly become yours. With the messy way Jake had left things with you and them being stationed overseas, your ties and friendships with the other aviators had quickly dissipated. Jake’s wake had affected every aspect of your life, and you were still picking up the pieces. Now, with his coming back, he was here to wash it all away again. He was here to make you begin the healing process again. When you thought about it all as a whole, you had spent that year prepared and begging for a chance to see him again. But now that the chance was here, you realized how scarily unprepared you were to see his face again.

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A YEAR AND A HALF AGO. JUNE.

The F-18s were flying in a straight line, clearly practicing some sort of exercise. What said exercise was remained unbeknownst to you, and you were staring in admiration at your aviator boyfriend. You were in shock at the set up of the base, and he had taken it to you for the first time on your three year anniversary. The thought of the whole idea was enough to make your heart melt into a line, because you knew Jake feared taking you on base. The F-18s flying earlier landed smoothly in their spots, and Jake’s tour guiding was cut short by your squeal. “”Tasha!” You cried out in joy, running down the tarmac to greet her. You jumped into her arms, and she hugged you tightly. “I’ve missed you, honey!” Jake’s crew had fallen into the routine of calling you that, and claimed it was your own personal call sign. They said it was because of how sweet you were. Coyote had ended the night with a painful rib bruise after he seductively said you were, “sweet like honey.”

Phoenix gave Jake a wink, knowing the events of tonight that were coming. You peeled yourself off Phoenix to give Bob a hug, along with the rest of the group. They all trotted off to the common room, giving Jake the same look. Jake was happy around you, and it influenced him positively in the field. He aided his teammates when they needed it, always a team player. Him and Rooster worked well as a cooperative team, and they all knew they would be back to TopGun Academy sooner or later. They were the best of their kind, and no one would ever be able to compare to their skill. They were a team like no other, and the Navy adored having them around.

Jake pointed out his locker and showed all the pictures he had of you stuck inside of it. You had teased him about putting an excess amount of pictures of you in his locker, to which he had responded by saying that there could never be enough. You both blushed at the exchange, and he quickly ushered you along. His plane sat in the center between Fanboy and Payback’s jets. He popped the cockpit and climbed up, retrieving two polaroids. They were both from the same night, and the thought of him keeping them in his plane made joyful tears come to your eyes. “No crying, baby!” He had said quickly, trying to fan your tears away because he knew you hated it when your mascara got screwed up for stupid reasons. Those reasons included crying. You had gaven him a deep kiss for that with your back against his F-18, until two new cadet wolf-whistled at the scene. Jake had quickly ushered you away, even though he told you later how hot he thought the whole scene was.

He had tried to get you guys cleared to take a trip in his F-18, but Cyclone had quickly shut the idea down. “Are you out of your fucking mind, Seresin?” Was what he actually said, but then briskly apologized for using profanity. It was an outlandish request and a rare one at best. Usually cadets did not have the balls to ask their admiral to take their jet on a joyride. Jake had grinned at his rejection and told him it was no big deal. He expected it, but still got his normal plan approved. His team had all given a unanimous cheer when he walked out with a shit-eating grin and a thumbs up.

Later that night, Jake led you out onto the tarmac to show you the stars from there. He had his helmet in his left hand, the other around your waist as you pointed out your favorite constellations from the ground. He rested his chin on your head, rubbing both his arms up and down your shoulders to keep you warm. He listened to you softly ramble on, until the soft rumble of the jets was heard from behind you guys. You stopped talking, your mind short circuting as you saw the unmistakable quartet fly on opposite sides of the base. Their jet fuel left a mark in the sky, and you watched in awe as they flipped over each other. How did he even get this approved? You wondered to yourself, knowing he definitely downplayed the tricks to the admiral. The jets flew lower to the ground, beginning to land parallel to each other. You were yet to notice, but Rooster was shielded to the side with a firework pump. The hood of the planes came up, and Phoenix, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy all stood up to watch the scene. The fireworks came off as they all stood to their full heights in the planes, and you whipped your head to ask Jake what the hell was happening. A gasp left your mouth as you saw him knelt down on one knee, with a box popped open.

“Baby, from the second I saw you, I knew you were it for me. I have to make it official before the Navy sends me off again. Please, will you marry me, pretty?”

Of course you said yes.

Two months later, when you thought you and your fiancé were preparing to marry each other, everything came crashing down. At first you thought it was a sick joke. The bed was cold, an unusual feat for Jake. You knew the mission was four days out, and you were supposed to be at the courthouse today. He hadn’t told you anything about it, just that it was ‘simple’. There were no difficult G’s that had to be reached or anything to your knowledge, but yet he had looked so scared the past couple of days. You looked over at the bedroom clock in your shared bedroom, seeing that it was seven exactly. Jake’s sheets were crumpled as if he had been tossing, and that’s when you noticed. His closet door was thrown open, the majority of his clothes missing. The hangars tossed in a pile at the foot of it. You slowly got out of bed, your mouth running dry. He had taken his plaques off the wall, and in a hurry you ran to the bathroom.

Gone.

Every toiletry he used had been clearly packed up, his toothbrush dry in his holder. Your heart was beating faster and faster, your hands shaking, and you felt like you were going to pass out. You leaned by the toilet but nothing came out. In a daze, you rushed out of the bathroom flying down the stairs. Praying that Jake just had to leave early or something, and you would grab your phone and see everything was fine. Or maybe a note downstairs, telling you it was an urgent call. Deep down in your heart, you knew he was gone. You flung yourself down the stairs, when an unmistakable light caught your eye. His ring. The morning light ahd caught onto the rock, making it shine brighter. The irony of that. A handwritten note was sitting under it, and you grabbed the paper with shaky hands. There were only four lines on it.

If you love something, set it free.

I have to do that with you. I know you won’t be able to handle me in the military.

I have to do this for me and you.

-Jake

–

PRESENTLY

The memory was sucking the energy out of you as you stood in the backroom, your mind heavy. It felt like it was weighing the rest of your body down, and you had no idea if you could go on with the rest of your shift knowing he could walk in the door. It was all flying straight to your head more than you assumed it was. God, you needed to shake yourself out of this. The backdoor flung open on time, one of your other coworkers who barely worked calling you back out. “It’s getting busy!” She called, not bothering to hear your response as the door flung shut. You washed your hands briskly and then continued to tie your waist apron with shaky hands. Your reflection in the mirror stared back at you for a long moment, and you splashed water on your face. Hoping to remove the forlorn expression the thought of him left on you. Not bothering to look at your new reflection after, you swung the backdoor open and stepped into the bar. The backroom was located by the pool table, and a group of tan uniforms caught your eye. You instantly hung back, scanning the group for him. A few familiar faces lit a fire in your heart, the faces of Phoenix and Bob. They were yet to notice you, and they were engaged in a casual conversation.

Their uniforms adorned all their honors, which had growned significantly since you had seen them last. A sense of pride beamed in your heart as you hurried over to the bar, which faced away from the table. You snuck a look at the group as your shift went on. The hard to miss buzzcut of Fanboy was unmistakbale in the group of cadets, and he was accompanied by a smiling Payback. Bob’s glasses adorned his face like usual, and he swung his head around to the bar as you were looking at him. You quickly slid behind the liquor wall, hoping that you avoided his gaze. You weren’t ready to see them. You had no idea how they felt about you. Unbeknownst to you, the team that seemed unbreakable had fallen apart quickly after Jake left. His reputation grew stomped on and ugly, growing notorious for the opposite of things he was originally known for. The team disbanded when the Navy realized they were not the same anymore, and the chemistry faded just as quickly.

He came in about an hour later. His face adorned with his infamous smirk, and his uniform clad body. Your heart stopped when he stepped in, but he completely by-stepped the bar to see some old friends. You were cleaning tables when he entered, but of course you noticed. You could feel him the second he appeared. The song playing in the jukebox was ironic for the situation. You had successfully evaded the cadets, but you knew that it wouldn’t work for much longer. They were caught up in the fact their team was reunited for an unknown purpose, and the missing precense of Rooster and Jake.

“Bagman!” Phoenix called out, “I like the new callsign.”

“It’s Hangman, Phoenix,” he snapped coldly, taking a poolstick straight out of an unsuspecting cadet's hands.

In the end, everyone ends up alone. But losing her, the only one who’s ever known.

His cold tone made you grimace, and you stayed wiping the same table down. Unfortunate for you, your stupid ‘call sign’ had managed to follow you in to the bar, and when a customer shouted it to grab your attention, heads snapped instantly.

“She’s here?” Hangman asked, and when you both made eye contact it felt like the world froze. You needed to rewind. He wasn’t here. He was just a piece of your imagination. You could blink and he’d be gone, replaced with Coyote’s build. But you knew he wouldn’t be. The other cadets instantly tensed up at the interaction between you, no matter how small it was. You swiftly moved between tables, ignoring Jake calling your nickname. The fact he was coming after you was enough to make you move between dancing couples quicker than ever.

You found me, you found me, lying on the floor, surrounded. Why’d you have to wait? Where were you? Just a little late.

You burst out the backdoor and ran down the porch steps, letting the California breeze bring you to the beachside. The soft hum of your song playing behind you as you looked out onto the water, hopefully shielded from the windows.

Inside, Jake was getting into another tussle with his former team. “I have to talk to her,” he told them with a cold expression. He was trying not to let his facade crack, but it was obvious it cracked the moment he saw you. For a moment, when your eyes met, his face returned to the Jake that the team of daggers had always known. The Jake that wasn’t known for being Hangman.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Phoenix warned carefully, placing her hand on Hangman’s waist in an attempt to hold him back. She knew he was going after you anyway, but she at least wanted to give you some time to yourself. They all knew where you were going. The beach where you always met Jake after rough training sessions. Jake knew exactly where to go, and it was like his mind was on autopilot as he glided between chairs and tables. People and couples danced to his song. “Honey!” He called out, getting a glimpse of your tear brimmed face as you fled the bar. He ran down the steps, trying to catch up to you. You suddenly whipped your head around, not realizing how close he was. The softness of the song from The Deck still playing out on the beach.

Where were you? Where were you?

“You said you needed space, Jake. You were 5,000 miles away in God knows where for a year and a half, and suddenly you think that we’re fine. You wanted space, and now I want it. I want to put a whole fucking universe between us so I don’t have to be reminded of your face and the joy you brought me. Love was not supposed to hurt like that, J.”

The nickname you had always used for him. The letter you wore around your neck on a gold initial for your relationship, one of the first gifts Jake had gotten you.

“Please,” he begged reahcing his hands out for you, “Just let me talk to you.”

“I don’t hate you,” you told him with tears streaming down your face, “after the year we spent apart, Jake, I still can’t hate you. I want to, so bad it hurts. But I can’t. You’ll always have that piece of my heart that I’ll never get back.”

Why’d you have to wait, to find me, to find me?

[the-way-of-words]

Sing A Song For California

Nick Folio x Ofc (Mel) Content Warnings: oral sex, hair pulling, unprotected sex (don't be dumb like these guys, wrap it up) Contains sexual situations with a fictionalized version of a real person. This is fiction. None of this happened. If this isn't your thing though, then hit the back button or scroll on. So, this started as a smut prompt (found here) request from an anon for Folio with the prompt of Louder/Quieter and it uh, kinda took on a life of its own. Sorry about that. This is a follow up to All We've Got's Tonight and happens to be PolyVerse adjacent. Seriously, I don't know why I'm like this. But anyways. Have at it! And dear anon, I hope you enjoy.

Tag team: @ladyveronikawrites, @nerdraging4point0, @cncohshit, @jxstthisonce, @shaydayhere, @kingdomof-omens, @no-clean-thoughts

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<NF> So, you're in L.A., huh?

Mel looks up, confused, swings her head around to see she can spot him, but he's nowhere to be found. 

<Mel> … You stalking me Nick Folio?

<NF> And if I am?

<Mel> I own pepper spray, you know

<NF> Hah. I promise to behave

…

I may have been checking out your Instagram… and what a coincidence, we're in the same city.

Her cheeks heat. She hasn't seen him since he convinced her to come to his show, days after they met. It's been awhile, months in fact, but it's hard to forget how his hands felt on her body, the heat of him against her. It doesn't help that every now and then she gets a text, or a dm on Instagram; just to check in, say hi. She's very proud of herself for keeping it casual, for not going any deeper, as if she were trying to build something. 

<Mel> That is quite the coincidence.

<NF> Would it be too much to ask if I could see you?

It shouldn't be such a complicated question to answer, but it is. If Mel's honest with herself, she wouldn't mind seeing him again; has thought of that night plenty of times in the dark of her bedroom when she's feeling lonely. Not that she'd let him know that. 

<Mel> That's bold of you. For all you know, I could be here with a boyfriend.

She isn’t. She’s been in town visiting her sister this week, but he doesn’t need to know that. 

<NF> You got a boyfriend, honey?

Honey. The word spreads heat through her. She can still hear the almost taunting way he said it after he left a hickey on her neck. Can see the self-satisfied smirk on his face, proud of the proof they'd been together that'd stay even after he was gone. He's got a possessive streak, she thinks, and she doesn't know if it stokes the fire, or gets on her nerves more. 

<Mel> …No. But the thought of you squirming a bit was worth it.

Even though it's probably not the smartest decision, Mel gives in; gives in to the pull in her gut. She might be mad at herself for it in the morning, but that's tomorrow's problem.

<Mel> … When would you have in mind?

~~

They meet at some restaurant Mel knows she won't remember the name of. It's awkward, or at least it is on her side; it feels more like a date than she thinks it should. The place is casual, and she appreciates that, but it still seems a little much for something they both know is just going to end with sex. As loath as she is to admit it though, she missed him, missed his stupid face and the ways he can make her laugh. 

There's a get-together tonight, at his bandmates' house, and he wants her to come, if you want to. It's said in a rush, almost like he's afraid she'll say no, and it's cute; how nervous he seems. Mel says yes, in the end, because why not? She's already here, sitting at this table with him… and what’s that saying? In for a penny, in for a pound and all that. 

And that’s how Mel finds herself with a beer in her hand, sitting next to Nick Folio in the living room of a strange house, playing the most intense game of Uno she’s ever seen. 

“Uno.” 

The statement comes from the only other woman in the house, Holly, and Mel’s realizing she might be why the game is so heated. The other woman smirks into her remaining card as the men around them groan, and she can’t help but laugh. They’ve played three previous rounds and the woman in question has won all of them. 

“Haven’t you won enough?” Nick asks beside her, eyeing Holly suspiciously, “Are you sure you’re not cheating?”

The woman scoffs, “It’s not my fault you all suck this game…” she trails off to point at Mel, “except her… she’s kept me on my toes the entire night.” 

It’s true, if anyone has been close to beating Holly, it’s been her, and even as she tries to keep a straight face, Mel can’t stop the smile that curves her lips up. She’s next to declare Uno and thanks to Nick serving a reverse card, she wins the game, effectively stealing the other woman’s fourth win. Whatever she was thinking a “get-together” full of band dudes was going to be, it wasn’t this. It seems more like an intimate gathering among friends and it’s got her insides at war with each other; she’s a little giddy at the fact that he seems comfortable enough to bring her around his friends, but panic wants to take root in her belly. This is feeling like more than a casual hook up.

Yet despite the pterodactyls flying in her stomach she accepts the high-fives and congratulations with glee.

~~

One by one, they seem to drop. First, Jolly, the tall Swede who plays the guitar in their band, bids them good night; leaving with a kiss pressed to Holly’s cheek. Next is the other Nick, the bassist, who everyone seems to call Nick or Nicholas, referring to the man who brought her here by last name only. Mel finds herself a little curious when he pauses after he says goodnight, leaning into Holly for a split second before seeming to catch himself. He jerks back, putting a little more space between them before kissing Holly on the cheek as well. Then it’s just the four of them. 

Conversation flows. The easy back and forth she has with Nick seems to extend to Holly and Noah as well, and Mel takes the time to observe the other two. She’s sure they’re a thing. There’s a closeness between them that speaks of more than casual friendship. Yet before this moment, she was almost sure that Holly and Nicholas were the item. It’s information Mel files away for later, to ask Nick about if she gets a chance. They don’t stay for much longer though, long enough for the woman to pull the promise of a rematch from Mel before she and Noah walk hand in hand up the stairs.

The room feels charged as soon as they’re alone. Almost as if the only thing holding them at bay were the others in the room. Heat warms in her gut when he turns his head, smiling at her a split second before reaching for her. Mel goes willingly, allowing him to pull her into his lap and his tongue into her mouth as soon as their lips meet. 

His kiss is as good as she remembers, so is the sound he makes against her mouth when her fingers weave into his hair and tug. He retaliates by slipping his hand under her shirt, working it up her torso until he can pull one cup of her bra down to pluck her nipple. She can feel herself clench around nothing as she pulls her mouth away to whimper. 

“Shhh,” he shushes her, bringing her mouth back to his, even as his fingers continue to tease. Mel can’t remember the last time she was in this position; making out in a stranger’s house with a guy she doesn’t really know. It reminds her of times long past but before she can let herself spiral too much about how she’s too old for this and any other reasons she should stop, Mel decides to allow herself another night with Nick Folio and save any self doubt for the day after. 

His hand abandons her chest to join the other one at her waist, both of them gripping tight to help grind her down against him. They groan into each other’s mouths, abruptly pulling apart when they hear a thud from the ceiling above.

“Are your friends going to mind if we…” She asks, panting.

Nick chuckles, breathless, “Nah, Holly’s here… which at the very least will keep Nicholas and Noah occupied, if not Jolly too.” He kisses at her neck as his hands leave her waist to grasp the hem of her shirt, distracting her before she can even begin to dissect what he just said. “And if we stay quiet enough, there won’t be a reason for any of them to come looking.”  

Whatever thoughts or concerns she had about his bandmates—and Holly—fly out the window when he nips the skin of her throat; her fingers tightening their grip on his hair the moment he sucks at a particular spot. “You are not leaving another hickey on me.” Mel makes sure he can hear the adamance in her voice.

He looks up at her and smirks, “What’s the matter, honey?” There it is again, honey. Her insides turn molten when he says it, even as the cocky asshole continues, “Didn’t you like having something to remember me by?”

“I think you liked the thought of marking me as yours.” She throws back at him, leaning in to capture his lips again before giving him any time to answer. He kisses her back roughly, as if he knows exactly what she’s doing, but he lets her do as she pleases, letting her kiss down his neck to nip at his own throat. She sits back to tug at his shirt, and he raises his arms, letting her pull it from his body and Mel remembers how her mouth watered at the sight of his dick last time. How much she wanted to feel the weight on her tongue, so that’s exactly what she sets out to do. 

She kisses a path down his chest, noting the ink now covering the expanse, sliding backwards on his lap until she can get to her knees on the floor. His pupils are wide in the low light of the living room when she looks up at him, his hands flexing and releasing against his thighs. 

“I seem to remember you telling me there would be time for this last time. So…” her hands go to the button of his jeans, “are you going to let me have you in my mouth?”

He huffs, “I don’t think you need to ask, but yes.”

Their hands bump against each other as he hastily helps her get his pants shuffled down enough for her to take him in her hand. She wraps her fingers around him, stroking him in a loose grip until his hips lift on their own accord, chasing her hand as she draws back. Nick groans out loud when she licks at the head, wrapping her tongue around it as she closes her lips around the sensitive tip. He whines when she pulls back.

“I think you’re going to need to be a little quieter than that.” Mel says around a smile.

Rolling his eyes, Nick looks down at her, “We’ll see what you say about ‘quieter’ when I get my--” 

His words cut off instantaneously, head falling back when she takes him back into her mouth, tonguing his shaft as she works her way down. Mel bobs her head, taking more of him with every pass until her lips meet the base. He’s a mouthful, but she can take it. She lets him rest in her throat as she swallows around him, massaging the underside with her tongue; a trick she learned years ago drives men crazy and Nick is no exception. Tears blur her vision and she finally slides her mouth back, then forward again as she blinks the tears away.

His head is still tipped back when she looks up at him, the long line of his neck exposed and even as his dick is in her mouth, she can’t help but think he’s beautiful like this; lost in the heat of her mouth with his fists clenched tightly in the back cushions of the sofa. Her eyes roll back as he raises his hips to meet her, yet just as they begin to work in tandem he’s patting at her shoulders, running fingers through her hair to her attention. 

She hums, continuing to jerk him off when pulls off his cock, “What is it?” 

Mel takes pride in the way he rolls his eyes at her, hand closing around her arm lightly to tug her up to him, “Come on… get up here.”

“Impatient, aren’t you?”

“You telling me that if I reach my hand into these shorts of yours, I’m not gonna find you already wet?” 

Standing between his legs, she plays with the waistband of her shorts. “Well, why don’t you find out?” 

He surges forward, making quick work unfastening her shorts and thank god they have a little give because he doesn’t even bother with the zipper; just tugs them down her legs to let them pool at her feet while his fingers find the real prize. Nick touches her over her panties at first, smirking up at her triumphantly when the pads of his fingers brush against the damp fabric. And when he slips those fingers under the elastic hem, digits nudging through her folds to find her slick opening, she shoots a hand out to grasp his shoulder; something to keep her steady as her head falls back. 

“Yeah.. that’s what I thought,” Nick says, and she can hear the smirk in his voice. He teases her, touching her everywhere but where she needs him the most. “Shit, come here.” His hands close around her waist, tugging her down to straddle his lap once again--

Her eyes roll back when she sinks onto him. Fuck, he feels as good as she remembers, splitting her open and filling her in all the right ways. Heat licks at her insides as she moves, want curling in the base of her spine when she closes the gap to bring their mouths together again. His hand weaves into the hair at the nape of her neck, fingers flexing and holding tight, and she moans, the sound swallowed by his mouth. It feels fast, and rough, and desperate, but it's exactly what she needs. Mel falls apart around him the second he presses his thumb to her clit, and he follows straight after, groaning into her mouth as he raises his hips, hilting himself inside her before he stills. 

~~

The morning after is less awkward than she expects. They both wake to the smell of fresh coffee and minimal teasing from his bandmates, although Mel’s pretty sure Holly’s presence has something to do with that. While she thought she knew what this was walking into it, every bit of this encounter has felt like something more than just a hook-up between casual acquaintances and she doesn’t quite know how to deal with it. So she doesn’t. She accepts the coffee, and later she lets Nick drive her back to her sister's house instead of calling a cab like she planned. 

“So…” He begins as they pull up to the curb in front of her sister’s place. “If I wanted to get to know you more seriously… would you allow it?”

He almost sounds nervous, a far cry from the confident, almost cocky persona she’s accustomed to. His face gives nothing away when she looks at him, eyes hidden behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses. 

She shouldn’t, Mel thinks. She should keep this as casual as possible because he’s a rockstar and while she knows they have something, it's something that’s probably better let be. But that is not what she says. No, what she says is, “Maybe.” Because she’ll be damned if she makes it easy for him. She smirks, leaning in to give him a kiss on his cheek before opening the door, “I guess you’ll have to see.” 

[imagines--galore]

hi!! saw your post asking for tasm!peter requests and i ADORE that mf. could i request a hurt/comfort/fluff where peter finds the reader feeling really down and she has trouble like formulating her feelings into words and it makes her more upset and so he’s all like “it’s ok take your time” and is really sweet and helps her feel better?? there’s no pressure ofc and i hope you’re having a good day/night whenever u see this🫶

Pairing: TASM Peter Parker x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. Angst. A/N: Okay this turned out to be too sweet even for me. Lol I think I might be getting cavities lol

Normally a little music was enough to get you out of the slump that you were currently in. However, with each song you passed, you began to think that perhaps you wouldn't be able to improve your mood anytime soon.

Sighing you pulled your headphones from your ears and stepped off the treadmill. Even your daily exercise lacked the enthusiasm it usually had. Your steps were slow and you barely paid attention to it. The heaviness seemed to weigh down on your shoulders as you slumped into the couch cushions and decided to turn on the television.

You stopped at whatever channel caught even the barest of interest on your part and allowed your eyes to glaze over as your mind drifted. You were hardly paying any attention to what was happening on the screen.

Instead your mind felt as if it had some sort of fog around it, where one thought barely started before you lost track of it and began to think about something else.

Of course most, if not all, of those scenarios revolved around Peter.

Your boyfriend.

You wandered why he was with you. He could be with someone better. He was Spiderman.

But then perhaps it was because you knew who he was? That had to be it.

Or perhaps he had wanted someone to comfort him after Gwen's death.

Maybe you were the one who had pushed him into a relationship with you and he was just too kind and nice to say no.

That had to be it. You were the problem. If you were out of the occasion Peter could probably do so much better.

You were an anonymous person who simply owned a bookstore in New York.

He was Spiderman, he saved people.

Deeper and deeper you delved, until no light reached you, and the fog in your mind began to grow just as much in weight as the heaviness on your shoulders.

"Y/n?"

His voice called out to you and you glanced up. He was standing there, having just stepped out of the shower and in his nightclothes. He gave you a little smile. "Penny for your thoughts?" He stated playfully.

Your lips parted as you made to answer him but no sound came out.

Closing your mouth you tried again. A choked sound escaped instead, prompting you to shake your head and look away from him. You felt him approach and sit down next to you. Reaching out he took your hand in his and you allowed your body to fall against his.

Once more you attempted to say something, anything. A few broken words came out before stopped once more and shook your head.

Your gaze lifted to meet his, and you were surprised by the amount of understanding his eyes held.

"I would be a pretty lousy boyfriend if I didn't notice you were feeling down the past couple days." He stated with a little smile as the hand gripping your's began to stroke your skin gently with his thumb.

You gave a small shrug in response, before attempting to say something once more, tears of frustration prickling the corner of your eyes when you failed again.

Only this time Peter had reached down to press his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. The act was so sudden and yet the implication behind it so sweet that it brought tears to your eyes as you felt the gloom over your head recede, if only slightly.

The kiss wasn't rushed, nor was it deep. It was a simple press of lips against lips, with just the barest of partition allowing the both of you to breath each other's air. He was the one to pull back first, leaving you frozen with your head still slightly tilted and your lips puckered just so.

Your eyes blinked open, just in time to see Peter lean down and this time press a kiss to your forehead as he tucked you into his side, wrapping his arms around you.

"Take all the time you need. I'll be here when you're ready to talk." He reassured you, before turning his attention to the movie being played on television.

You moved to bury your head in his chest, inhaling the clean scent of him. Little by little you could feel that heaviness begin to disperse in your chest.

This, this was why you were with Peter. Because he could comfort you like no one else could. He could make you laugh and smile, just as you made him laugh with your words. He stayed with you because you took care of him when he needed it, you comforted him when he needed it. Just like he was doing for you now.

But the question was, why did you do it?

And the answer was simple.

Because you loved him. With every fiber of your being and growing stronger everyday, you loved him.

You felt your eyes start to grow heavy.

"Peter?" You managed to mumble as your exhausted mind began to drift off.

"Yeah?"

"I'm ready to talk." Your words were starting to slur.

"And what did you want to say."

Silence, one that went on for a good few moments, prompting Peter to think that you had fallen asleep. But then you spoke again, your voice barely intelligible as you finally fell asleep.

"I love you."

Soft brown eyes widened to gaze down on your sleeping figure. Well you had certainly caught him off-guard by being the one to say it first. But for now, Peter would let you win.

It only meant he had to one-up his game when it came time for him to confess.