#some more will be going to a roller skate bag which i said already

[moldwood]

hmmmm im going to have to spend some money on the new clip studio versions. not because i want any of the new features (i like the blending less tbh) but because the old version is gonna stop being supported at one point and i don’t want to have to pay Even More to get it if my computer breaks

[pricelessemotion]

Head over wheels | S.H.

Summary: steve takes you roller skating for your first date

Pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, (minor) roller skating-related injury

Word count: 0.8k

Notes: written in celebration of steve's birthday <3

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Max had warned Steve that this was a bad idea. When he told the redhead that he wanted to take you to the roller rink for your first date, she told him straight-up that he was gonna fall on his face and make a fool of himself. But, he insisted that his ninja-like stealth would make rollerskating second nature.

It’s just walking but on wheels, how hard could it be?

Apparently very fucking hard.

You had already done a few laps by the time you get back around to Steve, who is about ten feet from the entrance to the rink and gripping the wall for dear life. The referee has been pointedly yelling that Everyone has to keep it moving! and Steve has been resisting the urge to rip the skates off his feet and chuck them at him. His face is flushed a rosy pink from a combination of embarrassment and exertion. He can’t help but cringe at how sweaty his hand is when you go to grab it.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Stevie?”

“Me? Pff, yeah it’s just been a while. Just getting my bearings, that's all.” The high-pitch of his voice gives away the fact that he’s definitely lying, but you don’t seem to mind and it makes him fall in love with you even more.

“Well then, I better hold your hand until you get your bearings then, yeah?” The sly smile that tugs at your lips as you interlace your fingers with his almost makes Steve forget how mortifying this whole situation is.

The two of you push forward at a snail’s pace. In the time it takes to travel another ten feet, he’s seen other couples complete revolutions around the rink. You don’t seem to mind. You’re still holding his hand and leaning into him as if you need the support, which he knows that you don’t. Before long, he’s so distracted by the light conversation between the two of you that he doesn’t have to think too hard about not falling.

Whether that previous thought is about roller skating or about you, he can’t really tell.

Out of the periphery of his vision, Steve can see a blur of limbs that’s coming straight for you. You’re distracted, looking over at him and giving him tips on how to distribute his weight. Instinctually, he wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you toward him just as the blur breezes past with a muttered ‘scuse me! thrown over their shoulder. Steve’s right arm flies behind him, hoping to somehow regain his sense of balance, but it’s already too late. It’s almost comical the way his skates fly out from under him as he lands on his left wrist with a sickening crack.

A whistle blows.

In any other situation, Steve would be really happy about the fact that you’re breathless and on top of him. He would use the opportunity to make some smooth comment, something along the lines of You should at least let me buy you dinner first. Unfortunately, all he can think about is the pain that’s radiating up his arm and the fact that he’s made a complete and utter fool of himself, just like Max said he would.

You clamber off of him, evidently unscathed by the absolute trainwreck this date has become. The music stops as everyone lines up against the walls, clearing the way for the referee who makes his way to Steve with a smug look and a first aid kit.

The snack bag of vending machine ice that you had so graciously gotten him is now mostly water. You’re simultaneously cooing over him and berating the asshole who decided to show off during a beginner’s skate session. The neon glow of the strobe lights paints the furrow of your brows a lovesick pink.

“This is a pretty lousy first date, huh?” Steve scratches the back of his neck. A nervous tick he can never seem to be rid of.

“Are you kidding?” You say, giving Steve an incredulous look. “You saved my life tonight. You’re practically my hero.”

Coming from anyone else, the words might sound ingenuine. Steve is used to sarcastic comments at his expense. He’s learned to take them in stride. But you’re not making fun of him. In fact, the earnestness in your voice gives him the confidence to lean across the table and plant a soft kiss on your lips.

“I guess you could say I literally fell for you.” Steve is already cringing before the words come out of his mouth. This time you really do laugh at him and he thinks he would make the joke a thousand times over if it meant he got to hear you laugh again.

Brushing a strand of hair away from his face, you bring your hand to cup his cheek.

“Maybe next time though, we can just go watch a movie?”

Sure, his pride is a little bruised and his wrist is going to hurt like hell tomorrow, but Steve can’t stop himself from being so incandescently happy that there is going to be a next time.

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[pinkiepiebones]

Had a dream.

I was in my childhood bedroom, only, of course, it had dream architecture. So it was like three times as big as in reality. It was also on the ground floor, not upstairs. But I recognised it as my childhood bedroom. Earlier in the dream I had fought my way through some sort of Silent Hill alien world and had given Per Erikson some free music download coupons I wasn't going to get around to using and he gave me Copia's number, or he took mine down to give to Copia

Anyway, Copia (this was not TF, this was Copia himself) was in my bedroom, in his red cardinal suit, and he had asked me for "stuff to hand out to the fans in line." I had my childhood furniture set, and things that looked like they belonged in said furniture set, as well as a looot of plastic tubs to look through, all unlabeled. I was dead set on finding a collection of new socks for some reason, but I'd still open a tub or a drawer and turn to Copia like "what about markers? Give everyone a marker? No? Ooh, I have stamps. This one's a T-Rex in roller skates..." I opened a long drawer and found dozens of landscape paintings I had apparently done and I was very embarrassed when Copia complimented them.

There were several other people, strangers?, in my room; thanks to dream architecture they had to walk through my room to get to a pool. Some stopped to help the sock hunt. One asked me what I thought of the Owl House finale and I said it was extremely disappointing because it was centered more around Luz coming out to her mom and introducing Amity as her girlfriend, which she had already done, and Bill Cipher had appeared out of nowhere as a surprise final boss? Like, he replaced The Collector? Ugh. Total nonsense.

Copia had to leave and I didn't find the new socks I wanted to give him, so I settled on a different collection of new socks and shoved them in an old laptop bag for him to carry. Also at some point I had gotten interrupted while changing clothes so I was braless and wearing a loose shirt and a big puffy winter coat to cover up that fact. Copia left but I was right on his heels and suddenly we were in a school, headed towards the cafeteria. Copia was stopped by someone who gave him a sack lunch and he said to me "I'll see you at the concert" and left the dream like he fucking signed off an online MMO or some shit. I was left alone in a school hallway, in a big puffy winter coat.

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 7]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, fingering, daddy!kink, dirty talk, ‘cuz you can touch touch me~ 😏 ur gonna need to imagine headband/bandana wearing left&right cheol for this cuz that’s the fantasy i was imagining for this chapter the entire time i was writing it hehe 🍒 quick apologies to anyone who thinks this is moving a little slow 😩 I literally don’t know how to shut up and I end up writing too much LMAO and as always, thank you for the continued interest! Have a great weekend bbys! 💕 

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - ?

dom.cheol has donated $400

therealchan99: yea this is about right on course

dom.cheol: what, did u miss me? 😏

gentleman_josh95: loosely

chwenon: more like the obscenely large donations were missing lolol

You jokingly roll your eyes, exhaling deeply as you push your toys off to the side of the bed. You’d just finished your Saturday show without a hitch, albeit feeling a little lonely. “Aww, c’mon you guys! Don’t tease~” Glancing around the room, it did feel a little odd to you now that Seungcheol wasn’t there but he had called earlier in the day and told you that it might’ve been better if he stayed back.

In truth, you understood exactly how he felt.

Part of you was ready to throw all caution out of the window when it came to Seungcheol and he felt it too. But at the same time, you knew it wouldn’t be that easy and that there were still things that the two of you needed to discuss before deep diving into intimacy, especially when it came to powerplay.

kitty_junjun: hey dont take this in a weird way but like

kitty_junjun: i feel like i saw u earlier today…

universe_WZ: ooo i never thought abt that before

sleepy_wonu has donated $75

xcaliburDK: have ppl recognized u irl before? :o

dom.cheol: i feel like i might’ve seen u irl before too…

Your cheeks bloom a hot pink; a nervous giggle on your lips. “Oh! I mean, yeah, there’s been a handful of times. I’ll wear wigs out sometimes though. Can’t have people calling me out in a grocery store, y’know?”

kitty_junjun: wait so maybe i did see u? I dont wanna give out locations tho…

“Maybe! I’m still out on my little weekend trip and I was out and about earlier~ if you see me next time, don’t hesitate to say hi! I promise I don’t bite~” You pause, leaning closer into the webcam as you wink.

“Unless you want me to~”

You start running a bath right after you end your show, stretching and turning on some music as you start to unwind. Thankfully you didn’t have a tiring show today, so you decided to take the rest of the night to pamper yourself in preparation for your day with Seungcheol.

Biting your lip, you pick up your phone, already seeing a multitude of messages from Seungcheol on your lockscreen.

cheollie ✨: don’t forget ur glass of water!

cheollie ✨: also don’t forget i’m picking you up at 9:30am

cheollie ✨: hope ur ready to spend all day at the roller rink with me baby

You can’t help but grin, already excited to see how Seungcheol spent his day at work. Typing a response, you quickly hit send before setting your phone down onto the nightstand and making your way to the bathroom.

‘I can’t wait! I’m so excited~ u promised me free skates and free food so don’t forget!!’

It’s exactly 9:29AM when Seungcheol messages you that he’s downstairs.

You check yourself in the mirror one last time, smoothing down your dress and hair and grabbing your bag before you rush down to meet Seungcheol. 

There’s a mild feeling of nervousness that pours over you, but you quickly shake it off once you see his blue headed figure standing outside of the lobby.

“‘Cheollie!”

He turns around to face you just as you stop in your tracks; gasping when you see the cute way he’s styled his hair for today. “Whoa… wow, uh, j-just.. Wow. You look great in bandanas...”

Seungcheol laughs, eyes forming crescents. “I don’t usually work the weekends so I thought I’d spice it up a little. Guess it looks good?” You can only nod shakily, mentally cursing yourself when you feel the arousal already pooling inside your body. He winks at you once, opening the passenger’s side door as you slide into his car.

“Hope you’re ready to have a boring day at the roller rink with me.” He gives you a tight lipped smile, shutting your door before he rounds the car to get in on the driver’s side.

“I’m telling you, it’s not going to be… y’know, anything crazy.”

“Who says it has to be! I’m excited to see where you work and anyway you promised!” You tease, poking him in the arm as he starts the car. “I know, I know… I just---I don’t want you to be disappointed. I bet you thought I was some rich old hotshot before, huh?” Seungcheol shoots you a glance, smiling gently.

“Mmm.. not really.”

“No? You didn’t think I was some lonely CEO with loads of money with a thing for camgirls?”

You laugh at his response, placing your hand over his on the gear shift.

“Nah, if there’s anything I thought about you, it was that you were way too nice to be on some camming website.”

The two of you have idle conversation as Seungcheol takes his time to drive to the roller rink. In all honesty, he was a little nervous himself, although he’d never say it to your face.

“Oh my god, is that it?! It’s so cute!”

He parks close to the entrance, turning the car off as he jogs over to your side to help you out. “‘Cheol, you know you don’t have to be so sweet~” You pout, latching onto his arm as he locks the car.

“Oh but I do. You deserve to be spoiled once in a while!”

A blush coats your cheeks yet again, shy eyes fixated on the floor as he walks you towards the entrance. “Yeah, but all you ever do is spoil me… That sybian was no joke and my god, Seungcheol, the price! I almost had half a mind to return it…” You end in a mumble. Seungcheol laughs, opening the door for you as you unlatch from his arm and step in first.

“You’re worth spoiling. Now stop worrying, okay? I promise I’m not up to anything illegal in order to afford your gifts.” Giggling, you lean up to kiss him on the cheek, nodding firmly.

“Fiiiiine, I trust you, y’know?”

“I know, baby. I trust you too, now let’s go meet my best friend who’s going to play butler for you today.”

He leads you over to the concession stand where an equally tall yet bored male stands. “Hey, Jeongguk!” The said male looks up from his phone, eyebrow quirking when the two of you walk up. “Uh, hey Seungcheol-hyung…” Seungcheol feels a weird tenseness fall over the three of you, clearing his throat to get Jeongguk’s attention when he finds the younger male staring.

“Um, this is my friend. She’s---uh, she’s gonna be hanging out here for the rest of the day. I promised her that you’d give her free food, so uh, just--just let me know how much it is so I can tell Namjoon to take it out of my paycheck.” Jeongguk grins, a sly look in his eyes when he finally meets Seungcheol’s concerned eyes.

“Sure! Can I talk to you over there? It’s about our paychecks actually.” Jeongguk turns to you, leaning over the counter. “Sorry, employee only info, ch--uuuuuh, you know the deal.”

“Yeah, of course!”

Jeongguk points off to the side, gesturing to Seungcheol who follows suit.

The younger male makes sure they’re a safe distance away, watching as you pluck your phone out of your purse before he starts talking in harsh whispers. “What the fuck, dude!? You’re---no, you’re not fucking Cherry. She doesn’t have a boyfriend so what the fuck?”

The blood drains from Seungcheol’s face; the feeling in his fingers going numb as his throat goes dry. “Wuh--what? What are you---what are you talking about?” Jeongguk scoffs, eyes rolling jokingly.

“So, hyung, how do you know her?”

“You’re asking me?! How do you know her!?” Seungcheol’s eye twitches just as Jeongguk shoots him an incredulous look, arms crossed in mock annoyance. “I’m a horny boy, what can I say.”

“Please do not ever use those words to describe yourself again.”

The younger male stands in silence, nodding in thought.  

“Fuck, wow, I should’ve noticed. All those extra shifts you were taking, the reason why you could never come hang… You don’t like working here as much as Yoongi-hyung but you--holy---holy shit, wait--you… you can’t be…”

Fuck, here it comes.

“You’re fucking ‘dom.cheol’ aren’t you? You’re the one always leaving her insane fuckin’ donations all the time… and the gifts.. Oh my god. The ‘cheol’ was from Seungcheol, I should’ve known...”

Seungcheol dies a million deaths inside his head; the ringing in his ears becoming unbearable while Jeongguk stares at him in mild disbelief. “It all clocks out, holy fuck. No wonder you were so fucking eager to pick up so many extra shifts…” Seungcheol’s mouth opens and closes a few times, unsure what to say.

“I mean, fuck hyung, I--I’m kind of impressed but wow. You think you know a guy, huh?” Jeongguk laughs, patting the older male on the shoulder. “She’s only one of the hottest camgirls out there right now. You’re a lucky man, hyung.”

A weird possessiveness washes over Seungcheol, hands gently balling up into fists at his side. “Okay, well, she… she’s just here to chill, alright? Don’t do anything weird. And most of all, don’t say anything weird either.” The younger male nods, already walking back to where you were standing.

“Hey, sorry, hyung’s paycheck is gonna be pretty sad next week and I had to let him down gently. Anyway, I’m Jeongguk. You are?”

You give him a fake name; shaking his hand over the counter as he grins at you.

“It’s my pleasure.”

You spend the first two hours on the floor skating; catching Seungcheol’s eyes on you from time to time as he sits nearby cleaning skates. The place seemed pretty empty, which was something that Seungcheol was immensely glad for.

Eventually you skate off out of the rink, making your way to Seungcheol who smiles at you when you come sit next to him. “Told you. Bored already, huh?” The two of you share a laugh, watching as the few other people continue to skate around the rink.

“I mean… it’s different! Right about now I’d usually be six episodes into a new series or something… It’s nice to be somewhere else and doing something different.”

He nods in return, slightly pouting when he turns to face you. “I hate that you have to go home tonight.” You mirror his sentiments, lips quirking into a sad smile.

“I know… I don’t wanna go home…”

Seungcheol bites the inside of his cheek, eyes flitting over to Jeongguk. “Hey, maybe we can bail a little early. This place is pretty dead anyway, and I--I can have Jeongguk clock me out when he leaves. My shift is supposed to end at 3PM and it’s noon now so… We can leave in a hour? Maybe get a late lunch?”

“Seungcheol… I don’t want you to get in trouble…” You mumble, brows furrowing in concern. “Really, it’s okay! We can just hang here ‘til then and still have time to get dinner!” He sighs, knowing you were right. Now was not the right time to be testing the waters with Jeongguk and Namjoon.

“Okay, okay, you win, baby.”

It takes 45 minutes.

45 minutes and a free drink from the concession stand before your mind starts wandering.

You watch Seungcheol converse with Jeongguk behind the concession stand; his cute laugh sending you into orbit when your eyes meet and you can’t stop the thrums of lust pouring over your body when a certain idea pops into your head.

Seungcheol turns his attention back to the younger male and you quickly start to unlace your skates and put your normal shoes back on before Seungcheol’s entire break gets taken up. 

You walk up to the two; Seungcheol cleaning off his hands before he exits from behind the counter.

“Seungcheol…” You softly call out; a look of concern crossing his features when he stops in front of you. “Hey, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, mmhmm! I just--I need to talk to you, if that’s okay?” Jeongguk already turns to leave, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You drag Seungcheol away, tugging him towards an even emptier part of the roller rink as the concern builds up inside of him. “I have an idea.” He feels himself gulp, already anticipating what you have to say.

“And…?”

“Well… It’s… It won’t t-take long I don’t think, just… hear me out?” You question gently, head tilting cutely up at Seungcheol who already knows he can’t say no to you. “Okay, shoot.”

“Wh--what if we… film a small POV v-video… like, not a live one! Just a small upload on my channel to test the waters maybe? I just---you don’t have to say anything and--and it’ll be quick, and--and like, nothing major just a little, um, f-fingering and--oh my god, sorry, I shouldn’t have a-asked, that’s just---I’m s-sorry I was thinking about it and it kinda got to me and I’m---I’m kinda already wet just thinking about it and--”

“No, let’s… let’s do it. To be fair, people seem to like risqué public things like that right?” A crimson blush falls on Seungcheol’s cheeks as he turns the tables, wrapping a hand around your wrist as he walks you to the employee restroom. “It’s… there shouldn’t be anyone in here so we should be safe.” He mutters, checking to make sure before he ushers you inside and locks the door behind him.

“I don’t know what to do so you’ll have to guide me a little here, baby.”

You nod, pulling your phone out and opening the camera app. Scrolling, you put it in video mode, clicking the red button before passing it to Seungcheol. “I’ve never done it either but I’m sure I can just… crop it and I m-mean it’s meant to be a little shoddy, right?” You giggle nervously, body already on fire when Seungcheol makes the camera face you. “You don’t have to say anything if you’re not comfortable with your voice being in the video, I just need… this.”

You reach for his free hand, playing with it as you run your fingertips across the veins. “I’m sorry, daddy… I just… I couldn’t help but think about your fingers inside my tight pussy...” Seungcheol almost loses his grip on your phone; palm clammy when he watches as you bring his hand underneath your short dress.

“Please… please, won’t daddy fuck me with his fingers? I promise I’ll be good for the rest of the day if he lets me cum on his fingers…” You whine.

Seungcheol isn’t ready to have his voice heard yet, so he nods, fingers twitching in your hold.

You take this as an okay to continue, dragging his hand up until his knuckles graze your panties. “O-oh, fuck…”

This time Seungcheol takes the lead; his own body ablaze when he can already feel your wetness soaking through your panties. He presses into it, digging his fingers into the wet material until it sticks to you like a second skin. “D-daddy, please, please, put them inside, I need it!!” You mewl, trying to keep your voice down as much as possible while still being audible enough on camera.

He shoots you a look; one that tells you to hike your dress up until your soaking panties are seen through the camera lens. And you easily follow, holding your dress up as Seungcheol drops to his knees, angling the camera upwards until only his fingers and your clothed pussy are in view. You spread your legs a little more, back resting on the wall behind you.

“Please, I can’t wait any longer…”

He gulps once, saying a prayer before he slowly pushes your panties to the side. And you all but lose any semblance of sanity the second he runs his fingertips through your wetness, pussy clenching around emptiness. “Fuck--fuck me, please!”

Once Seungcheol deems his fingers wet enough, his eyes meet yours, asking for silent consent before he makes any further moves. You nod frantically, fingers gripping the material of your dress tightly.

Seungcheol bites his lip the second he starts sinking his first finger into your tight warmth; already feeling the drool pooling in his mouth when you moan loudly. He starts a slow pace, mentally noting just how obscenely wet you are when he drags his finger out slowly. “Ngh, daddy m-more, please, I can take it, I wanna be f-full~” He gives it a few more thrusts of his index finger before he adds his middle finger; this time slowly sinking both digits into your pussy as you whimper above him.

His eyes flit up, mesmerized when he sees your face contort in bliss. “O-oh my god, I’m--I’m already so close… Daddy’s fingers are so much bigger and thicker than mine, it fuh--feels so good…” You mutter; squirming when Seungcheol doesn’t move.

And it takes him a second; too fixated on the way your tight walls only seem to suck his fingers in deeper.

But he starts a moderate pace, scissoring and curling his fingers inside of you until you’re reduced to whines and soft breathy moans.

He can already feel you getting tighter around his fingers after a few more minutes; doubling his pace when you start to beg.

“Oh my god, oh my god, ‘m so close, fuck! P-please touch my clit, daddy, please make m-me c--cum!”

Seungcheol feels his cock throbbing in his pants but he focuses on you, thumb immediately on your clit as he rubs harsh and quick circles on the swollen nub. He doesn’t know how much time has passed or if his break is over, but the look of absolute pleasure on your face is enough to make him not care.

He curls his fingers into your g-spot, holding them still as he continuously rubs your clit until you’re cumming; thighs shaking as you let out shaky breaths above him.

“Oh m-my god, daddy!” You mumble in a hurried frenzy, thighs clamping around his hand between your legs as the pleasure washes over you.

Seungcheol lets you ride out your high, gently wiggling his fingers inside of you as he starts to slow down.

“Mmh… Seungcheol…”

Oh fuck.

He definitely liked it when you moaned his name. 

“Y-yes…?” It’s his cue to turn off the camera, shaky finger pressing the ‘stop’ button. He gently slides his fingers out of you, muttering an apology when you wince.

“You don’t have to say sorry! It’s just… ‘m sensitive…” You mewl, already missing the feeling of his fingers inside of you. “Y-yeah, of course! I, um, I hope that was okay? I’ll give you a second to get cleaned up, I’ll uh, run and get you some water.”

You nod in response, thanking him before he quickly washes off his hands and bolts out of the restroom; ears and cheeks redder than a tomato.

Once you’re alone, you quickly open your camera roll, clicking on the video as you hurriedly crop out the beginning and end, making sure that the short video didn’t have any incriminating details before you open up your camming homepage.

There’s a moment of unsureness that makes you pause. You bite the inside of your cheek, weighing the potential outcomes of posting this to your page. 

But before you can change your mind, you quickly start the upload; adding a title and a short description before you lock your phone to let it process.

In the meantime, you get cleaned up, checking your appearance in the mirror once before picking up your phone again. Unlocking it, you find the upload has finished and you exhale sharply, publishing the video before locking the device again.

You move to exit the restroom, already finding Seungcheol holding a bottle of water on the other side.

“Oh, there you are! Everything okay?”

“Mmhmm! I uploaded the video before I could change my mind so I’m a little nervous…” You trail off, accepting the bottle that Seungcheol passes you.

“Well, the good news is, we’re bailing, now. I told ‘Guk to clock me out so we should get out of here so I can get your mind off of that.”

He shoots you a genuine smile, offering his hand which you take.

“Let’s fuckin’ get some ice cream, I think we deserve it.”

Seungcheol takes you on a scenic drive, taking you to an ice cream shop further away from town.

The two of you sit down in a booth towards the back of the shop and he helps clear your head, talking about various topics to keep your mind off of the huge risk you’d just taken.

“Anyway, that’s one of the reasons why I’m never bar-hopping with ‘Guk again. He’s got no limit, nobody can keep up and nobody wants to keep paying the uber fees.” You laugh as Seungcheol finishes his story, taking a sip of your milkshake.

You can’t help but sigh after a few seconds, pouting at Seungcheol who blinks questioningly at you. “‘Cheollie, I don’t wanna go home…” He stares back, unsure of what to say. A million different thoughts run through his mind in the split second before he opens his mouth.

“Why don’t you stay with me for a couple more days?”

Seungcheol doesn’t understand the gravity of his words until they spill out of his mouth; a panicked look on his face when you go completely silent in the seat across from him. “I m-mean, uh, I mean, like, fuck. I’m sorry, that must’ve been way too out of bounds. I just---it’s just, you don’t want to go home and---and I can take care of you while you’re here! Even if it’s just a couple days. I can help you film too!” He curses himself for rambling; immediately shutting himself up.

“I--I don’t want to bother you, ‘Cheol… That’s really too kind of you…” A shy blush coats your skin; chewing on your bottom lip when you shyly avoid his gaze. “A-and my filming stuff is back home too… I brought a few toys with me so I could film my weekend shows but--but my camera…”

“I can ask Jeongguk!”

You shoot him a bewildered look, brow quirking. “He--he streams sometimes too, like, video games ‘n shit. He actually offered me his extra equipment a while back, if I ever wanted to get into it myself. I can ask to borrow it, if you want?”

You drink in his words, unsure. The thought of staying with Cheol might’ve danced across your mind a handful of times, but now that the offer was on the table, you weren’t sure how to respond.

You trusted Seungcheol, and you knew by now that he would never do anything to hurt or betray you. But this was a far leap from how things were the last time you’d seen him.

“Listen, I can see the cogs in your head turning, baby. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I’m not forcing your hand into anything you don’t want. But I know you’ve been wanting to get out a ‘lil more and… well, in truth, I think it’d be nice for both of us? I can take care of you while you’re here with me and we can keep each other company.” He pauses, smiling at you from across the booth. “But I can also take you back to your hotel room and let you pack so you don’t get home too late.”

“‘Cheol I trust you.. It’s just that… I’m s-scared…”

“Scared? Of what, baby?”

The warmth blooms inside of you; shy eyes meeting his.

“Scared that I’m not gonna wanna go home…”

Seungcheol takes it easy for the rest of the day and doesn’t make an effort to get an answer out of you. He takes you around the city, tugging you into shops he thinks you’d like and walking around with you aimlessly until the sun goes down.

But time seems to go even faster once he takes you to dinner; a sigh on his lips when he knows he has to bring the topic back up.

“I hate to ask but… I have to take you back to your hotel after this so…” Seungcheol trails off, leaving it open-ended for you.

“I know… I just want to know… Why do you like me so much?”

The question takes Seungcheol by surprise; eyes wide as saucers. “I--I’m sorry I don’t follow?” You chuckle under your breath, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s just… we were strangers, kind of, before Friday, you know what I mean? And now you’re offering your place to me to just… crash at for a few days? What if I rob you blind? Or what--what if you try something with me that I don’t like?” You suddenly start catastrophizing; mind going a mile a minute with potential outcomes.

“Hey, whoa, whoa, wait. Calm down, sweetheart. It’s okay! Breathe!” You let out a shaky exhale, groaning as you hide your face in your palms. “God, ‘Cheol, ‘m sorry, I--I really want to stay with you for a few days. It’s just that my brain is going light speed and I can’t keep up. I really like you too, you’ve been nothing but kind and sweet and you’re so handsome, it’s just so crazy to me...” Your words are slightly muffled but Seungcheol catches it, a soft chuckle on his lips when he leans his head on his palm.

“I’ll sleep on the sofa and leave you alone. You can take the bed. Hell, you can even rob me blind and I’d say thank you.”

He reaches his free hand over, fingers circling your wrist as he pulls your hand down. “And I’m offering you my place because I like you as you. You’re cute and funny, and so fuckin’ humble. And I want to get to know you better. In person, y’know?”

“Y-yeah… I wanna get to know you better too. And it’s only a couple days right?”

“Right.”

Seungcheol drives you back to your hotel, a smile on his face when he sees you in better spirits.

He parks his car in front, turning to face you. “So I’ll just wait here while you grab your things and check out, okay? I’ll contact ‘Guk to see if I can swing by and take that extra equipment he offered.”

This time you nod cheerily, body buzzing with excitement as you hurriedly step out of his car. “I’ll be quick!”

He gives it a moment before he picks his phone up, taking a deep breath before typing out a message to the younger male.

‘Hey, ‘Guk I have a favour. Get back to me asap if u can.’

Jeon 🥴 : bold of u to msg me…

Confusion crosses Seungcheol’s features; fingers hovering over the keyboard. ‘What are you talking about?’

Jeongguk takes a second to send a screenshot, Seungcheol’s cheeks burning a crimson colour when he sees the content.

Jeon 🥴: it’s the employee restroom for me.

Jeon 🥴: bruh it’s also the fuckin way i knew it was u before i even played the video… fuck man is that why u too so long on ur break? u do kno u went over right, I clocked it cuz i was expecting u to come back sooner

Jeon 🥴: for the rec im not mad, actually im impressed just cant believe this is u

Seungcheol ignores Jeongguk’s messages, instead opening the screenshot again and re-reading the video title.

‘I was so needy… 🥺 so I asked daddy to finger me in public…’

Jeon 🥴: bitch i kno ur reading this im dropping the hyung bc u kept this from me!!

Jeon 🥴: after i even offered u my extra camming stuff u were already doing it behind my back…

Seungcheol rolls his eyes at the younger male’s dramatic nature, fingers quickly swiping across the keyboard.

‘Alright, I’m sorry okay? I just didn’t think my online habits needed to be public knowledge and for the record, that was the first time I’ve ever done anything like that. I promise no more secrets, unless absolutely necessary. And also speaking of that extra equipment, can I swing by and grab it from your place?’

Jeon 🥴: r u gonna cam now? u got one sip of the devils juice and now ur all in?

‘Would u stop being dramatic oh my god. It’s not for me, it’s for ‘cherry’. She’s going to be staying with me for a few days and I fully expect you to keep your mouth shut on this.’

Seungcheol grimaces when he calls you by your online handle; already feeling unfamiliar with it.

Jeon 🥴: o i c. sure, u can come pick it up, simp. I’ll make sure she’s got all the necessary things before u get here and u owe me one!! i fully expect u to come stream with me at least once for keeping ur secrets 

‘It’s a deal. I’ll be there in an hour and a half.’

A sigh escapes Seungcheol’s lips, his eyes dancing over to your figure that skips towards the car. He locks his phone just as you tap on the glass, popping the trunk before he steps out.

“How’d it go? All checked out?”

“Mmhmm! Did you get in contact with Jeongguk? What’d he say?”

A nervous laugh spills from his lips as he puts your small luggage in the trunk, slamming it shut before rounding the car to open your door. “I’ll help you get settled in at my place and then I’ll drive over really quick and grab the stuff from his place.”

You hop in his car, fiddling with the seatbelt until Seungcheol slides into the driver’s seat.

“He didn’t ask what you needed it for?” Gulp. Shit.

“I just told him that I was thinking about streaming, for--for gaming stuff. He was okay with it.”

He’d tell you the truth. Soon, he promises.

No. Now.

Seungcheol sighs, hands on the wheel as he stares straight ahead. “No, no, I--I can’t sit here and lie to you. Jeongguk knows you. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you earlier, I told him to keep his mouth shut because I didn’t want him to bother you while we were at the roller rink.”

“I--oh…”

He can only nod; eyes dancing over to you as you play with the hem of your dress. “Yeah, I--I’m really sorry. He--He also found out I was ‘dom.cheol’ too and, fuck, I--I don’t know, I kind of panicked too. I hid that part of me from everyone I know so it was just… it was a lot.”

You meet his sad eyes, shooting him a small smile of your own. “It’s okay! It’s a little funny that happens right after that ‘kitty_junjun’ says he saw me in person too, huh? I mean, thanks for trying to protect me at least. It must’ve been weird for you too.”

“Yeah… If you’re not comfortable anymore, I… I’d understand too.” Seungcheol prepares himself for the worst, knowing that there was a chance that this was goodbye.

“Are you kidding! What’s one person gonna do? And you said he’s your best friend and you trust him… I’ll have to take a leap of faith on that one but… I trust you.”

You lean over the center console, kissing him on the cheek. “And anyway, as long as he’s not one of those weirdos asking for ‘favours’, I think we’re in the clear, right?”

Seungcheol grimaces; as long as it’s from me and not you, he thinks.

[oikawaplssteponme]

Hello !! could I request a Midoriya one-shot where the dekusquad + reader go roller skating at the skate park and when the reader turns up everyone is gushing over her red skates and someone asks why she got red ones because they know red isnt her favourite colour and she goes all shy and admits that she bought them on a whim because they reminded her of Midoriya's shoes he always wears and he's just mindblown because wow... Thank You :]

AH HI! omg i absolutely LOVE this idea!! like i can perfectly see it in my brain and AH i hope you like it and thank you for sending this in❤️😙

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Ready in Red

pairing: Izuku Midoriya x reader

warnings: none :)

genre: fluff

a/n: i have been wanting to write for my love Deku FOREVER but never got around to it so this was the perfect opportunity :))

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ochaco: hey where are you guys? Tsu and i are already here - sent 6:45pm

izuku: be there in a few! todoroki was taking forever - sent 6:47pm

shoto: i was eating -sent 6:47pm

you: ill be there soon! i just need to grab my skates :) - sent 6:50pm

iida: DONT FORGET YOUR HELMETS AND PROTECTIVE GEAR!!

IM TALKING ABOUT YOU MIDORIYA - sent 6:52pm

izuku: HEY- sent 6:52pm

You chuckled at your phone before slipping it into your pocket. You went to grab your bag, filling it with snacks and bandaids just in case. You grabbed the box which held your brand new roller skates. You had been saving up for a new pair and were beyond excited to test them out.

The skates you bought were a vibrant red color. You weren’t one to usually pick red but the moment you saw the skates you were in love. The beautiful shade of red not only caught your eye, but the person they reminded you of did too. You had always liked Izuku Midoriya. His iconic red shoes inspired you to buy your own. You just couldn’t help it.

You placed the skates inside of your bag and slung it over your shoulder. Before you knew it, you were out the door to meet your friends at the skate park.

By the time you had gotten to the skate park, it was already 7pm. You spotted your friends as they sat by the curb. Ochaco waved you over.

“Finally you’re here!” She smiled.

“Sorry I lost track of time.”

You took a seat next to Ochaco. Everyone was beginning to get themselves ready. Iida had gotten his roller blades on and was attempting to stand up. Todoroki and Midoriya were using skateboards. You, Ochaco, and Tsu all wore roller skates.

Midoriya had moved to sit next to you.

“Didn’t you just get new skates Y/N? Did you bring them?” He asked. Your face grew warm.

“Oh yeah I did...”

You reached for your bag and pulled out your skates. Their dazzling red color was breaking. As if they were just like the ruby slippers from OZ.

“Woah those are sick!” exclaimed Ochaco.

“They look very nice,” said Shoto.

“I never would’ve expected to see you wearing red Y/N,” said Tsu. You looked down at the skates.

“Yeah well I kinda bought them on a whim. They, uh, they reminded me of someone’s shoes and I just couldn’t help myself.”

Izuku looked at your skates, then down at his own shoes, and back at the skates.

“They’re the same color red as my shoes,” he murmured.

“Wait that’s so cute now you and Deku match!” squealed Ochaco. You laughed nervously.

“Yeah I kinda got inspired from Midoriya’s shoes and got myself some...I hope you don’t mind,” you explained. Deku’s face looked as red as your skates.

“No no not at all! I-I love that you thought of me when you bought them...” he said frantically. You smiled, your cheeks burning.

“Well why don’t we get out there! Y/N’s got to show of her stellar new skates!” cheered Iida. You laughed.

“Okay I’ll meet you guys in a second.”

Half of the group ran off as you began to put on your skates. You went to lace them up.

“Oh, allow me.”

Izuku bent down on one knee and lifted up your leg to rest on it. He began to lace up your skates for you.

“Is that too tight?” He asked. You chuckled.

“It’s perfect.”

Izuku attempted to not smile but that resulted in him blushing again. He picked up your other skate and did the same, lacing it up to your liking.

“Alright all done. Here-” Midoriya stood up and reached out his hand for you to take. You grabbed his hand and stood up slowly, hoping to not lose your balance. Midoriya held both of your hands now.

“You look great- I MEAN- the skates look great on you but you still look great, so great,” Midoriya blurted out. You smiled.

“Thanks Izuku. Ready to head out?” You asked, pointing to the skate rink. He nodded.

“Let’s go.”

You and your friends skated the night away. Iida surprising hadn’t gotten the hand of his roller blades just yet so he spent most of the night holding onto the railings. Todoroki and Midoriya competed with each other, showing off the different tricks they could do with their boards. You, Tsu, and Ochaco all enjoyed riding around on your skates. There was no better feeling than wearing a new pair of skates. They rode smoothly and were incredibly comfortable.

Midoriya skates his way over to you.

“How are the new skates feeling?” He asked.

“They’re perfect, much better than my last pair.”

“That’s great!”

“Definitely happy with the color,” you whispered. Deku grinned.

“I guess red is just our color then.”

You chuckled, your face warm again.

“I guess so.”

Deku took a deep breath and moved to stand in front of you.

“Would you care to take a lap around the rink together?” he asked. You pressed your lips together before nodding happily.

“I’d love to.”

Midoriya held out his hand for you to take once more. He stood on his board and began to push himself as you began to move your own skates. The two of you held hands as you skated together.

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[MHA taglist (form in masterlist) : @bibly @big-phat-cat @sapphoscolonoscopy @luluwiie @happyheartsss @lealofsblog @iwaisa @bakugousmymassa @evivn1 @tetsoleil @bokutory @vangoghmusings @moonlightaangel @complimentaryhugsgirl @marajillana @sopesmin @alaina-rose13 @shotoful ]

[blu-joons]

You’re A Fan Of The 50s ~ Super Junior Reaction

Leeteuk:

“Are you sure we’re doing this right?” Jeongsu asked as he glanced down at the recipe once again. “It doesn’t look like it does in the photo Y/N.”

You grabbed the recipe for the Baked Alaska that you both were attempting to make, “yeah, just keep stirring it, it’s only custard, how hard can it be?”

“Pretty hard apparently,” Jeongsu sighed, staring hopelessly down at the pot. “I thought when you showed me this it would be an easy thing to do.”

You shrugged back at him, “it seemed pretty simple when I read about it. And you’ve released a cookbook, you should be able to cook anything.”

He turned back around to face you, “I don’t remember putting any recipes from the fifties into my cookbook though, I’m clueless right now.”

“Just keep stirring,” you dismissed, instructing him from afar. “Sometimes it takes a little while, I’ve just googled what to do when it’s not thickening.”

“I don’t think they had google in the fifties,” Jeongsu teased, “they would have probably just binned this by now and given up.”

“Which is exactly what we’re not going to do, let’s keep going.”

Heechul:

“So, what did you think?” You asked Heechul as the ending credits played for Singing in the Rain. “It’s an absolute classic, don’t you think?”

His head nodded, shrugging you aside gently. “It’s no Lion King, but I can see why you enjoy it so much, the songs are quite cool in it as well.”

“it’s a classic,” you corrected him, watching as he stood up from the sofa. “I can’t believe you’re ignoring so much of the hype that surrounds this film.”

His shoulders shrugged as he straightened out his shirt. “It’s good,” he muttered as he walked across the apartment into the kitchen.

Your head shook back at him, “I bet that you’ll have the song stuck in your head for the rest of the day, by the end of the night you won’t be able to stop.”

“I doubt it,” he hummed, but just a few moments later as you watched him start preparing dinner, you could hear him mumbling the opening line of the song to himself.

“I can hear you,” you smugly chimed, glancing through to him. “I told you that you wouldn’t be able to get it out of your head.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m doing nothing.”

Yesung:

“I can’t believe you brought me here,” you smiled, leaning back in your chair of the car, “the tickets sold out for this so quickly, how did you do it?”

Jonghoon smiled widely across at you, “I saw you looking at an advert for the drive-in cinema, and I knew I had to get tickets for you.”

“You’re the best,” you smiled across at him, holding your hand out for him to take a hold of. “It’s beautiful, just like how I imagined it would be, I can’t quite believe it.”

His eyes glanced between you and the back of the car, “do you know what the best bit is? There’s a few bags of popcorn in the boot for us to enjoy too.”

Your eyes widened at his words, “dd you really?” You laughed, struggling to keep your excitement at bay over how adorable your set up was.

“What’s a film without popcorn?” He shrugged, “I threw a couple of blankets in too, just in case it gets a bit chilly later in the evening.”

“You’ve thought of everything,” you chuckled, letting go of his hand and heading out to the boot. “This might be my favourite date night ever.”

“And the best bit is, it’s only just begun.”

Shindong:

“I can’t do it,” Donghee groaned, continuing to hold onto the barrier of the roller-skating rink. “You’re crazy if you ever think that I’m going to let go of this Y/N.”

Your head shook at his stubbornness, “why don’t you just hold my hand and let me help you, I promise that you’ll enjoy it.”

“I don’t know how you ever managed to convince me to come here,” he cried out, watching as several people flew past you both. “I’m not built for balancing.”

Your eyes rolled back at him, “you’re a dancer, of course, you’re built for balancing. Just give it a try and you’ll soon get the hang of it, just trust me.”

He stared coldly back across at you, “I trusted you when you said that this would be a good idea, I can’t possibly trust you now.”

“Are you scared of falling?” You asked, as his head slowly nodded. “We’ve seen countless people fall tonight, no one will mind.”

“I’ll mind,” he clarified, “I have my pride Y/N, there’s no way I’m going to lose my pride by falling on my butt in front of all these people.”

“Just give it a try, please, for me?”

Eunhyuk:

“I’m exhausted,” a familiar voice groaned from behind you as your teacher called for you to take a break. “Why is this so much hard work?”

Your head shook, throwing Hyukjae his water bottle. “I told you to expect something different, this isn’t like what you’re used to.”

“Professional dancers from the fifties deserve a medal,” he chuckled, doubled over as he tried to catch his breath. “And you do this every single week?”

Your head nodded as you took a sip from your water bottle. “It’s easy, I don’t know why you’re making it look so difficult. Call yourself a dancer?”

His head shook, jabbing your waist gently, “I am a dancer, but this is something else. I never imagined that your class would be like this.”

“What did you think it would be like?” You asked him, already well aware of what his preconceptions were. “You thought it would be boring?”

“No,” he smirked, “I just didn’t think it would be as fast as this, maybe a rehearsal at the studio wasn’t a smart thing to do before.”

“At least you won’t make the same mistake twice.”

Siwon:

“How did you find this place?” You chuckled as you followed behind Siwon into the diner. “This is so cool, look at all the décor on the walls.”

He smiled back at you, leading you over to one of the empty booths in the diner. “I did a bit of research on my break today to find somewhere you’d like.”

“Like? I love this place,” you chuckled, struggling to take it all in. “I think this might already be on the list for regular date night places for us both.”

His head shook at your enthusiasm, “at least try the menu first, otherwise you might end up regretting that statement by the end of the night.”

Your eyes looked across at him, “have you seen the food that the waitresses are carrying, it looks like heaven on a plate Siwon.”

“I have to admit, it does look good,” he grinned, barely able to take his eyes away from it, “you might have to roll me out of here tonight.”

“No way,” you laughed, hitting against his arm with one of the menus. “You’ll just have to save some bits for next time we come.”

“I think we’ll definitely come back here.”

Donghae:

“Not like that!” You struggled to hold back yet another laugh as you tried to introduce Donghae to hopscotch, watching him trip over his feet.

He let go of a loud groan, “I know it looks easy, but I just don’t get how people can be so coordinated to jump through the boxes.”

“Did you never do this in school?” You asked him, but he could only shake his head back at you. “I’ve never seen someone struggle so much with just a game of hopscotch.”

A small blush crept onto his cheeks, “why don’t you try and explain the rules to me one last time, I’m sure I’ll be able to get it, just say it nice and slowly.”

Your eyes rolled as he took a step back from the game. “Just throw the stone, and then hop and jump on each number, pick up the stone, and turn around.”

“But how do you know whether to hop or jump on each number?” He innocently asked, sniggering as your eyes rolled yet again.”

“Maybe I should introduce you to something else,” you laughed, “before I end up throwing you back into the fifties.”

“Games from now make a lot more sense I think.”

Ryeowook:

“I’m ready,” Ryeowook chuckled, walking into the living room with his glasses on the bridge of his nose. “And I mean business too, I’m ready to win.”

Your smile grew as you set up the Scrabble board between the two of you. “I hope you know that I’m undefeated when it comes to Scrabble.”

“That’s because you’re yet to play me,” he announced, “there’s a reason I’m the one that’s good at intellectual games within the group, and that’s why I always win.”

Your head shook as you tipped the letter bag out. “This board has been with my family for years, and you can’t claim it now.”

He chuckled lightly, helping you flip all of the letters over, “maybe it’s time for a new home for the game if you’ve had it for so long.”

“No way,” you smirked, nudging his arm gently. “You might be the one who looks smart, but I’m the one who actually is smart.”

“The glasses prove how smart I am,” he groaned, “I’m focusing today, there’s no way I’m going to be defeated by you Y/N.”

“You might live to regret that very soon.”

Kyuhyun:

“This is so cool,” Kyuhyun hummed, flicking through the folder of old vinyl records that you had. “I used to sing so many of these songs growing up.”

You smiled across at him as you sorted out your player, “why don’t you pick one? And we’ll stick it on for old times sake, maybe you could sing me a song?”

“Really?” He asked in a slight moment of disbelief. “I don’t want to be responsible for anything happening to any of these, they’re all so precious.”

You held your hand out for him to pass one across to you, “I’ll sort it out and play it, if you promise you’ll sing to one of them for me?”

His head nodded instantly, “that’s definitely something that I can do. Why don’t you pick one out that you want to listen to me sing to as well?”

“I’d pick out the whole collection if I could,” you complimented, “do you know the one that you picked out? Why don’t you sing that one if you like it so much?”

“Alright,” he hummed, clearing his throat as you took the record out of its pocket and placed it on the player. “I’m so excited to listen to it.”

“I’ll make sure to leave it on for a while, just for you.”

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Masterlist

[spencerreidfics]

Date Night

A/N: So this is my first ever smut/writing on posted, it was a lovely prompt given to my by @slutforthegubes​ who had the idea for a jealous reader smut based around the date night episode.

category: smut with fluff at the end

word count: 4129 words

pairing: Spencer x BAU reader (girlfriend) 

warnings: penetrative sex, spanking

“We don’t have a lot of time,”

“For what”

“I would like to go on a date with you,”

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My heart dropped when I heard her request from the other side of the glass. I could tell that Spencer was full of dread and trepidation at Cat’s words but was doing his best to hide it. To her this was all a game, kidnapping two innocent people all to challenge Spencer and get the BAU’s attention. 

I didn’t understand why I felt so threatened though, I was Spencer’s girlfriend of several months and coworker of the past few years. This was not the time nor the place to check in with my boyfriend about the security of our relationship. Two people’s lives were on the line. 

A few hours had passed and we weren’t getting anywhere. Cat’s only request was to go ice skating in order to “skate circles around Spencer” as Prentiss put it. Everyone looked at me with sad eyes until I broke the silence. 

“We need to give Cat what she wants and profile what she says on the date,” I blurted out. “She’ll trip up with Spence she always does,” 

“She always reveals her Achilles heel,” Prentiss added.

“And she always does it with you,” Rossi affirmed staring directly at Spencer. Everyone on the team knew I was right although no one could say it until I uttered the facts. Spencer grabbed my hand and pulled me aside.

“There are other options, (Y/N),” He told me still holding both my hands in his and looking at me with his thoughtful brown eyes. As much as I wanted to try and go over other options I knew this was our job and we had to act fast before anyone else could get hurt by Cat Adams.

“Not anything that we can do in twelve hours, believe me, I don’t want you going on a date with her more than anyone but there are two people who need us right now,” He knew before he even spoke that this was our best option but his attempt to reassure me was comforting. I pulled him into a quick but warm hug to show my appreciation and we both soon refocused our attention to the case. 

We had already identified Cat’s accomplice as a Juliette Weaver rather quickly. She was her old cellmate who had been recently released from prison. Although I was glad we had that information, in my gut something was bothering me. Cat always had a hidden agenda and I was scared we were going in blind. 

“Prentiss let me go along too, Cat doesn’t know about our relationship, and I can help keep Spencer focused,”. She looked back at me with serious doubt.

“(Y/N), I’m not sure…”

“Just let me go, Alvez can come with me and I promise to stay in line. I won’t interfere with her and Spence at all,” I looked at her with my eyes begging, I knew it was unfair to ask her to chose between me and the professionalism of the case but I wouldn’t be of any help if I had to just sit at the office thinking about Spencer with her. It seemed as though she understood because she nodded her head.

“Ok, (Y/N) and take Alvez with you,” 

“Thank you, I won’s disappoint you,” I squeaked out as I grabbed Luke and we headed out to meet Spencer, Cat and SWAT at the elevator. I tried staring at the floor as I watched her grasp onto his arm and look up at him. What was even worse was the clothes we gave Cat for her date were from my go-bag. I couldn’t deny that Cat cleaned up well. It was her signature though, seducing men before she killed them. 

Still, I was so relieved when Prentiss gave me the go-ahead. Part of me was scared to leave the two alone together and another part thought maybe my presence would give Spencer some peace of mind and keep him collected while he questioned Cat. Either way, I was now on my way to watch my boyfriend go on a date with the criminal who had sent him to prison and abducted his own mother. I had spent hours and hours comforting Spencer after those events before and after we had started seeing each other. Now that he was finally healing from it all he was being pushed right back into her arms and I couldn’t do anything except observe it all go down. 

Spencer and Cat boarded the back of the SWAT van while Alvez and I drove behind in the SUV. We sat in virtual silence until Luke broke it and spoke.

“This is all gonna turn out fine, (Y/N). Reid knows what he’s doing when it comes to her,” I knew his words were meant to be comforting but at that moment they stung almost as much as when you first learned about Cat. 

I hadn’t been on the team when Spencer had his first encounter with her at that restaurant. I had heard about it though from what Spencer was willing to tell me and from the rest of my coworkers. I was on the team when she had sent Spencer to prison and kidnapped his mother. It was around then that Spence and I got close. I would visit him as often as possible, send him letters to occupy his time, and go with JJ to visit Diane. It was shortly after Spencer was released that we started seeing each other and although it was hard at first with all he had gone through. But we had overcome that together and we were closer because of it. 

“I know, thank you, Luke,” was all I could muster out. I didn’t want to comment on how Spencer knew how to handle her. I was comfortable in my relationship, secure even, I trusted Spence with my life, the least I could do was just him now with Cat. 

I tried to distract myself as we drove to their date destination, hopefully, Luke would understand my unwillingness to talk. 

“We’re here,” I snapped back into reality as I noticed the neon lights of the roller rink and Spencer and Cat disembarking from the SWAT van. I exited the SUV and put on my FBI vest. 

“Let’s go make sure everything is set up,” I nodded and followed Luke through the back entrance and into the DJ booth. Spencer walked in, holding Cat’s hand looking more confident than ever. He looked so tall from where you were standing and smug with himself. 

“Luke can you hear me?” He called out. I knew he was going to avoid speaking and looking at me as to not give Cat any clues that our relationship was more than professional, but hearing him only address Luke only reinforced the idea that this night was all about Cat and Spencer. 

“Loud and clear,”

“Light it up,”

“Got it,” with that Luke flipped a few switches and with that, the whole rink lit up including a large LED sign which read “SPENCIE + CAT 4EVER”. I couldn’t tell what was more irksome, the sign itself or Cat’s reaction. I could see she was touched, maybe she even thought it was sincere. There they started to skate and I tried to remember this was just a case. Just me actively watching my boyfriend go rollerskating with a serial murderer and I couldn’t help but think that they were having fun. Spencer was tripping over himself while Cat skated gracefully around him smiling brightly at him.

….

Cat skated to Spencer’s side and helped him balance. 

“If your stupid chaperones weren’t here, I would ask the DJ to put on some Savage Garden for the guy-girl skate and we could totally make out.” Cat mentioned.

“You, uh You realize what I have to do, right?” He replied, adjusting his hand on her arm.

“Um, let me think. Ask me a bunch of pointed questions and hope that I trip up? Go ahead. Ask away.” She circled to face him, grabbing both his hands and then letting go. 

“What happened to your baby?” Spencer immediately asked.

“What?”

“Last time I saw you you were pregnant with someone else’s baby you said was mine,”

“Why are you asking me about that? I don’t want to talk about that,`` the question of her pregnancy had obviously unnerved her but she hid it with anger quickly. 

“Hormonal changes during pregnancy expand the brain's capacity for empathy. I was actually just trying to see if I could use it against you.” Spencer said confidently. Facts always made him feel secure in any conversation or argument. Cat though knew exactly how to throw him off balance.

“Oh really?” She questioned stopping her movements lining up with where Spencer was heading, “What about um, sex?” Right as she said that the two collided and Cat wrapped her arms around Spencer’s neck and his hands rested around her waist. 

“Why don’t you use that against me?”

-----

My heart dropped as I watched Spencer with Cat. I could see his hands gripping her waist firmly. For a second I thought I saw Spencer’s meet mine. Before I could acknowledge it or even tell what was happening Cat slapped Spencer right across the face and he was on the ground. 

“Cat, wait. Cat. Cat. Wait. I can explain.” I heard him call out to her. 

“I have spent my entire adult life reading men. I know when they're thinking about someone else.” I tried to stay calm, if Spencer and I’s relationship ever jeopardized a case we would both never be able to forgive ourselves. 

“Yes, I'm dating someone, but that doesn't mean” She quickly cut him off. 

”Do you know what this was for me? I didn't ask for one last family visit. I didn't want one final meal. I wanted this. And you can't even give me the courtesy of your undivided attention before I'm executed. So, thank you very much, but this date is over. You can turn off the stupid lights, boys. Let's get out of here.” Cat turned away from Spencer ready to leave their date. 

 “She's not you.” Spencer was speaking to Cat but his eyes were on me. I hoped that he meant it. 

 You're lying.” Spencer was going to have to do more to convince her.

 “I'm not lying. I wish I was, but I'm not. There's some part of my brain, some part that you somehow inhabit and no woman, no matter how good, no matter how kind, no matter how Sexy she is can ever get you out.” Spencer broke eye contact with me to look at Cat but I could tell his words were meant for me, not her or at least I was hoping. 

My heart started beating out of my chest though as soon as he finished because Cat must’ve noticed his glances and was staring dead at me. She turned back to Spencer with a grin on her face.

“Hey.. did you really mean what you said?” She asked him.

“Yes.” “Prove it” she said matter of factly, “And make it it good cause I’m this close to letting them die,”

Spencer hesitated and then swooped in to kiss her. His hand was gripping her hair tightly pulling her closer while her hand went up to reach his neck. It went on until Cat reached up to tap Spencer on the chest to stop. Even then they stayed connected with his hand in her hair holding her closely to him. Cat was grinning so widely pleased that in her mind she had won and gotten Spencer to break. 

Suddenly though my phone started ringing and broke my attention off of my boyfriend and the woman he had just made out with in front of me. 

“We got them both, the date is over, take her back into custody,” Prentiss sounded relieved although not as much as I was. I signaled to Luke to wrap things up and headed back to the parking lot as Luke cordiantated with SWAT to take Cat back to prison and to alert Spencer that things were over. I got into the front passenger seat of the car and tried to calm down. I knew it was for the case, it wasn’t real, and yet I was so bothered. It had looked real enough, but then I knew Spencer, I knew how he felt about Cat but more importantly I knew how he felt about me. I was angry. Sure it was for the case but did he need to shove his tongue down her throat like that? Especially with me watching? The only person he should be kissing like that was me. I had a right to be upset. I never thought I was the jealous type but something about Cat set me off. Maybe it was the abundant torture and agony she had already put Spence through and then her audacity to from prison ask for a date from him. I shook my head and tried to think of the positive parts of Spencer and I’s relationship without her meddling. 

 My head swirling with images of him and Cat, I barely noticed when Luke hopped up into the driver’s seat and Spencer sat in the back middle seat. The entire car was silent until Spencer tried to speak,

“Y/N, I..” but I wasn’t looking at him, instead he directed his attention to Luke, “could you take us to my apartment quickly before heading back to headquarters, it’s important we’ll only be an hour tops,” I looked back at him confused, neither one of us had left anything important there. I could only assume it was for us to talk in private about the events that had just occurred which to be honest I was dreading. I didn’t want to talk about it, maybe at a later date but now all I could think about is how I wished Spencer would kiss me like that, without a care for who was watching. 

Luke dropped us off outside the apartment building and told us to let him know if we needed a ride back to Quantico whenever we were finished doing whatever we were here for. I thanked him and started walking fast as Spencer was already at the building entrance. We walked up the stairs and he opened the door all while I stayed silent, with my arms crossed. Spencer reached out to uncross my arms, and embrace me while I tried to show him I was pissed by not letting him. 

“Y/N, I understand if you’re upset,”

I didn’t respond and instead plopped down on the leather couch. “I’m trying to have a mature conversation with you about this,” he pleaded. I turned my head to face him and just stared. He walked around to the couch and sat down next to me. I thought he was going to try to speak to me again but instead he pulled me over his lap and leaned down to whisper in my ear.

“What’s your color?” He questioned while his hand hovered over my body. The position made my whole body light up. 

“Green.” I swallowed waiting in anticipation for what I hoped was next. After a short pause Spencer began to spank me, only a few at first and then a couple more without breaks. His hand let down and he began caressing my ass, soothing it from what he had just done. 

“That was for your behavior in the car and just now,” I felt him lean down again and press a kiss to my ass cheek. “Go to our room and get naked,” I nodded quickly and skipped into the bedroom eagerly. It hadn’t been my intention to get Spencer like this but I certainly was going to enjoy it anyway. I stripped myself of all my clothes leaving on just my underwear. As soon as I get seated on the bed I see Spencer walk in, undoing his tie as he shuts the door. Soon the rest of his clothes except for his boxers follow. 

“Get on all fours love,” I quickly repositioned myself following his orders. I turned my head so I could still keep my eyes on him as he approached me. “Color?” he asked me again, wanting to be sure I wanted to keep going where this was going. 

“Green still” I breathed out quietly. As soon as the words left my lips Spencer’s hands were on me again touching my ass softly, hovering over behind me as I stayed on all fours just feeling his hands traveling up my back and back down to my ass again. While I was enjoying the massage from Spencer's large hands I wanted more. I pushed my hips back enough for me to hit Spencer’s crouch which from what I could feel was hard and having difficulty staying inside his pants. Quickly though his hands grabbed my hips to keep them from where I wanted to be. I could feel his fingers ghost over my panties and I wondered if he could feel how wet I was through them. “What got you like this, huh? Tell me what made you so jealous you acted like that?” I shook my head and whined. “If you tell me,” he said, “I’ll give you what you want,”. I could feel his hands getting closer to where I wanted them, ghosting over my underwear. I still kept silent, hoping that I could get away with not having to tell him what made me like this. I should’ve known though that wasn’t going to work for him.

“I’m not jealous Spence, just please,” I whined again at him. He shook his head at me and took out his cock. He began rubbing it over my clothed center making me gasp. 

“Either you tell me what got you so jealous and I’ll finally give you what you want or don’t and I’ll leave you with no release and finish myself off without you,” When he said those words I knew I had to tell him, I wasn’t going to let my pride or jealousy get in the way of both of us getting what we needed after today. I stood up quickly not wanting to let the offer change. I pressed myself up against him forcefully and leaned into his ear to speak. “It wasn’t the kiss, it was what she said about sex with you, it’s how she talked about your cock, that belongs to me. Only I can make you feel good, only I’m allowed to touch you like that. I hated seeing and hearing her talk about you like that. You’re mine and this cock is mine.” As I finished my sentence I wrapped my hand around his cock and looked up at him. 

Spencer’s face was stunned, being possessive wasn’t new to this relationship but it coming from my end was new to the both of us. Nothing I said though was something he wouldn’t have said to me if the roles were reversed. Spencer looked at me in the eyes and sealed the gap between us with a deep kiss. He wrapped his arms around me tightly and I moved my arms to go around his neck pulling him as close as possible to me. 

“Get back on your hands and knees darling,” He breathed out. I could tell that my words had turned him on even more and I eagerly went back to my former position. He pushed my panties to the side and pushed into me all the way, pausing for a second and then pounding in as deep as possible setting the rhythm. He started slowly taking his time filling me up.

“Fuck, you know I waited all night for you to fuck me” I groaned out. As soon as the noise left my lips Spencer leaned forward and grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as he kept thrusting into me. His other hand sneaked forward and cupped one of my breasts and he started to play with my nipple squeezing and pinching it till he was satisfied. The combination of him tugging on my hair and the stinging I still felt from when he spanked my ass felt so good that I could already feel myself getting close as he started the thrust a little faster. 

“You know you were right, only you can take my cock like this,” He said, using his thrusts to emphasize what he was saying. 

“Spence I’m close,” I choked out. He took that as a sign to wrap his arm around and put pressure on my clit. I could hardly keep my eyes open as my first orgasm overtook me. 

“You can be loud, Y/N let everyone know how good I’m making you feel,” I let out a long moan as I felt Spencer pull out and lay down on the bed next where I was wrecked and trying to catch my breath. He leaned forward and roughly grabbed my soft hips and placed me right onto his cock. I threw my head back and I started riding him, chasing my next release. 

“You look so beautiful on top of me,” he told me, brushing my hair back as I leaned forward into him to kiss him. 

“Fuck Spence you’re too good to me,” I groaned as I moved my hips. He used the opportunity to wrap his arms around my waist and held me close as he took over thrusting up into me. I ran my hands through his messy hair and grabbed onto it as the pleasure started to get to be too much. I could tell he was close as he started going faster and faster filling me till the brim, his hips slamming against my ass each time. 

“Wait for me,” He groaned into my ear, his grip still tight on my hips. 

“My love, please,” I whined. “Come with me, I want to feel you come in me please Spence,” I leaned forward to kiss his neck, but he intercepted me with his lips, kissing me again just as deeply but now less controlled. I kissed him back until we both couldn’t focus any longer. “Spence” I cried out as I felt him again reach down to help me out.

“Come for me, pretty girl, show me how good I’m making you feel.” With Spencer’s words of encouragement I finally let go shaking as my now second orgasm rode through me. Spencer kept thrusting until I finally felt him spill into me. I rolled off and snuggled into his chest. We laid there unmoving, until Spencer broke the silence.

“Let me go get you something to clean up a little,” He was only gone a second and then came back with a damp washcloth.

“How long have we been gone?” I asked realizing Spence had told Luke we’d only take an hour. “Only around 3 hours.” He said with a devilish smile. 

“Crap,” I gasped and quickly dialed the phone to call Emily. “Emily we will be back in 20 minutes, I’m so sorry,” I could hear her laughing on the other side of the phone.

“No worries, You don’t need to come in we are all heading out soon anyways,”

“Oh okay, so I guess I’ll see you Monday,” I replied

“Yes, also Y/N? I hope that the sex was good but more importantly you two are still together,” 

“Thank you, we are” Emily and I said our goodbyes and I put the phone away turning over to give my full attention to Spencer. I resumed my cuddling position. Spence left a kiss on my forehead and then finally spoke again.

“I hope you know I only love you, Y/N, so so much, and though I understand the jealousy, you should know I’m all yours.” I looked up at him and saw his big brown eyes staring back at me. I gave his hand a squeeze and kissed his lips gently. 

“I know, Spence. I love you too, more than anything. I’m sorry for the cold shoulder earlier, but you know,” I said, hinting at the events from earlier today as I played with his hair. He let out a chuckle knowing what I meant. 

“Understandable darling, but that is over now, for good, let’s get some rest” I nodded in agreement and pulled the covers up over us. 

“Maybe in the morning we can shower and have a round 2,” I told him as we got comfortable in each other’s arms.

“Absolutely.”

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-Girls in Bikinis-

Warnings: pp talk, bikini descriptions, derek being sly, and implied smut, swearing.

They say take it off

 I say keep it on

Bandeau, crop top, boy short, red thong

I see you in my dreams,

 slow motion movie scenes

Homemade, crochet, dreamy with the low waist

Cheeky, tankini 

SPENCERS POV

Today we decided that we were going to have a beach day. Great. We spend our day off running in rough sand and going to a lake which might have some sort of deadly fish living in the waters? I don’t think so. But, everyone else is going so, I have to. The main thing I’m worried about is seeing Y/N. We’ve been dating for about a month but I already know I love her. But we haven’t had sex, or or I haven’t even seen her in a swimsuit yet! Oh lord this is going to be great. Derek is coming to pick me up at 1:00. It’s 1:12. He should be here. And as if on queue he comes through the door.

“Hey pretty boy! Ready to get some sun? And maybe some game too if you know what I’m saying ayyy!” Derek says as he sways his hips. Oh god this is going to be just peachy. 

“Derek you know I’m dating Y/N,” I say looking at him while grabbing my bag. 

“Yeah, but have you fucked yet? Handjob, blowjob,” he says listing things. 

“No, NO STOP!” I beg him. It is getting way too far. Like, way too far. 

“See! You gotta get sum lovin boy!” He says shimmying up on me. 

“Ok, ok that’s enough I’ll TRY ok! Let’s just get out of here.” I say grabbing my bag and walking out of the door. As I start to walk out of the door I hear Derek chuckling behind me. 

We pull up to the beach and walk over to where Penelope said her and the girls were. She also said Hotch wasn’t coming and Rossi would be late so it was just the girls and them. We get up to where we see them playing volleyball. And my god,

Girls in bikinis

Girls in bikinis 

on roller skates, in outer space

I see girls in bikinis

Girls in bikinis

 and platform heels, in new hot wheels

Girls in bikinis

Girls in bikinis, ooh-ooh

There they all are. Y/N, Emily, JJ, Penelope, and an- Y/N. They’re playing volleyball in bikinis. Skimpy bikinis. Emily is wearing a green one, they’re boyshort bottoms and a strapless top. JJ, is wearing a baby blue one with the classic bikini bottoms and a halter top. Penelope is hot pink wearing high waisted bottoms and a classic bikini top. And Y/N, hers, it’s the best of all. It's a pale yellow bikini with a thong bottom and a halter top. They all hugged each of their bodies so perfectly. But Y/N, she looked so perfect. I watched her long locks flow in a ponytail as she bumped the ball back to Emily. Her chest was bouncing so perfectly. I am in such a trance I don’t notice my cheeks heat up, my hands get sweaty and my dick, well, get hard. I look away right as they come over to us. Crap! What do I do. I end up doing the only thing I can think of. I sit on a chair with a towel covering my junk.

Nylon, spandex, 

dear lord, what's next?

Polyester, pin stripe,

 whet my appetite

Polka dots, see through,

 put me in a good mood

A-cup, D-cup,

 give me love, don't cover up

Slow down my Lamborghini for

“Hey guys!” Y/N says running to us. “Hey baby!” She says to me, placing a kiss on my cheek. She then talks to Derek for a bit about how she is way better at volleyball. I then turn my attention to what is below me. God how do I get rid of this? What do guys think of to get rid of boners? Right, grandma's underwear, uh my abandonment issues? I don’t know. All my mind can think of this Y/N, Emily, JJ, and Penelope in bikinis. Especially Y/N. She comes over and says 

“Is this seat taken?” Pointing at my lap. Oh god. Please no, she sits on my lap and lays down on me, her back on my chest, and her head in my neck, by my ears. She wriggles a bit to get comfortable and it is definitely not helping. She then freezes up. Damn it. She notices. She leans down into my ear and says,

“Spence baby, do you have a boner from me in a bikini?” Yep. She does know. 

“Y- Yes.” I say obviously embarrassed. She then chuckles a bit and says, 

“It’s ok baby. I understand. I mean, you don’t know how many times I’ve been hot and bothered from you at work.” She then wriggles a bit and I say,

“Y/N really?! Stop!” whisper yelling. She then laughs and sits up off of me and whispers in my ear,

“We can take care of it at your place tonight ok?” She then sits up winking at me. I gulp and then look at her nodding rapidly. God do I want that.

Girls in bikinis

Girls in bikinis on roller skates,

 in outer space

I see girls in bikinis

Girls in bikinis and platform heels, 

in new hot wheels

Girls in bikinis

Girls in bikinis, ooh-ooh 

I watch as Y/N runs away giggling, to go and finish her volleyball game. As I apply sunscreen to get ready to go play around with Y/N since my situation has diffused, I see her whispering to Penelope. She then gasps, looks at me, then looks at everyone as giggling. Like a lot. Fuck, they’re talking about me. The girls giggle a bit more and then continue their volleyball game. I finish putting on my sunscreen and get out with Y/N. It really isn’t my scene, so I’m a bit hesitant. But then she drags me into the water and we splash around a bit and just have a good time. She teaches me some volleyball, I try, but fail miserably. BUt I tried my hardest for her. Because apparently she was some crazy volleyball player in high school and college. Then Rossi calls us over for lunch.

I wanna see boys in bikinis too

They'd look good on you

We get over and sit down at picnic tables. Then, Derek comes around to me and whispers,

“I hear you got all flustered seeing these lovely ladies in bikinis, and now Y/N is gonna take care of you tonight.” Oh god. The word got to Morgan. He sees my mortified face and laughs. 

“Y/N, you told him?” I ask, annoyed and embarrassed. 

“No, I told Penelope, who told Emily, who told JJ, who told Morgan!” she says defending herself as best as she can. She then laughs and I let out a little chuckle as well. The night is over and let's just say, Y/N did take care of me. Very well.

Girls in bikinis

Girls in bikinis on roller skates,

 in outer space

I see girls in bikinis

Girls in bikinis and platform heels,

 in new hot wheels

Girls in bikinis

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[sapphire374]

When Stars Align

“Is this the second time we’ve both gotten stuck in the same elevator?” 

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I would like to give a special thanks to @silver-inked for helping me when I went through writers block with this idea. I was able to figure out an idea cause of your help so thank you. :)

Background: The gang are at a Roller Skating competition. It’s sort of an AU that would take place in season three but there are no spoilers or mention of anything that correlates to season three. A character does mention Mitchel but nothing specifically about him is said. Ships included are Lutteo (with angst)  and Simbar. 

Luna and Matteo both entered inside the elevator to head upstairs since it was their turn next to compete. They stole glances from each other and it was just pure silence in the air. They both couldn’t help but stay angry at each other for their own reasons. 

“C’mon Emilia hurry up,” Ámbar demanded outside of the elevator.

“Can’t you see I’m trying!” Emilia replied. Emilia was frantically unscrewing the latch that contained all of the buttons of the elevator outside. She pulled out her scissors from her back pocket and snipped at one of the cords. The elevator stopped.

“It stopped..” Matteo noticed.

“Chico Fresa, what do you mean it stopped? Can’t you just press another button to go up.”

“None of them work. The elevator is stuck,” Matteo stuttered whilst frantically pressing all the buttons at once.

Luna covered her face in astonishment. Out of all the days and all the times it had to be now, right before it was their turn to perform and nonetheless with Matteo. The one person she didn’t even want to look at right now or even be with. Luna pulled out her phone. 

“Ugh there’s no service. What are we going to do?” Luna anxiously asked. 

“It’s ok, calm down Chica Delivery. Someone is bound to notice and try to use the elevator. They will let us go and we’ll be fine.”

“Clearly you’re forgetting one very important event. We were up next to skate and now we won’t be able to make it on time! Plus how are you able to stay so calm? You must not care so much about this, only your album is all you worry about.”

Matteo rapidly turned towards her. “Of course I care, it’s just in matters like these it’s important to stay calm. Plus you’re not so perfect either Luna. You haven’t stopped holding a grudge on me for what happened with the album and Bruno. You know I’m not like that anymore and I already apologized countless times,” Matteo rebutted.

“Ok maybe I went a little too far there but lately you’ve been just so distant from me and the gang. Whenever we talk about competitions you lose interest and the closer I try to get to you, the farther you move away.” Matteo stayed silent at her response. 

Luna broke the silence and said, “Well I’m going to try to call for help.”

“How?” Matteo questioned.

Luna yelled whilst banging at the door with her hand as a fist “HELP HELP! WE’RE TRAPPED IN HERE! HELP!” Matteo decided to do the same thing. 

“Aww hear that Emilia, they’re trapped. Poor things, well I guess they have to figure it out all on their own.” Ámbar and Emilia cackled together. Emilia picked up all of her tools and placed it in her backpack after screwing back the elevator button latch so there will be no evidence that it was them. 

“C’mon let’s get out of here so no one thinks it’s us.” Emilia ran out the hallway and so did Ámbar till she bumped into someone. Her black, fringe shoulder bag falling to the floor alongside her phone. “Watch where you’re goi- oh Simón! Uh what are you doing here?” Her mood and tone of voice quickly shifts when she notices it’s Simón.

Simón bends over to pick up Ámbar’s stuff like the gentleman he is. Ambar always loved it when he was nice to her but now wasn’t a good time. She had to hurry quick before the others suspect it was her. “I’ve been searching for Luna and Matteo. They’re needed now at the rink, they’re up next to skate. Have you seen them?”

Ámbar rapidly shakes her head, “No no I haven’t, sorry. Don’t worry too much about it though, they're bound to be found soon. In fact, they’re probably at the rink tying up their shoes, you know they’re never late to a performance.”

Simón scratches his head. “Yeah I guess you’re right. Hey, what are you doing here?”

Ámbar quickly makes up an excuse. “I was just… looking for the vending machine! I wanted to eat something before I prepared skates.”

“Oh say no more.” Simón stuffs his hands in his pockets scavenging for something. He pulls out two granola bars and smiles. “Here you go. You can have it. It’s not much but it’s something you can eat and not have to buy or waste your money.”

 Ámbar couldn’t help but smile at this sweet gesture Simón made. He always helps her, without thinking. Ámbar couldn’t help but wonder maybe there is somebody in this world who cares about her, could it be Simón? Would life be better if she just let her guard down to him, for him.

“HELP! HELP!” The staring contest between Ámbar and Simón spontaneously ended. “Do you hear that?” Simón asked Ámbar. “No no. Must be some kids playing outside.”

Simón immediately ran to the dressing room hallway. Ámbar changed her mentality on a “what if she did change” cause she feels at the end of the day he will always prefer Luna and the others. “Stupid Lunita always ruining everything. Plus, what’s the point of changing if he’s alway going to care for those losers and ignore me or leave me at the sidelines. I’m tired of being thrown to the side,” Ámbar wondered. 

Emilia dashed to Ámbar. “I came back. I thought you were right behind me running. If we stay any longer they will figure out it was us.”

“I know we have to hurry but our plan sort of backfired. Simón was able to hear these two idiots yelling from the elevator.”

Emilia puts her hand over her head. “No it can’t be. Well, fixing that elevator shouldn’t be easy and it's their turn now meaning they’ll miss it. We’re just going to have to hope that the judges don’t give them a second chance.”

Ámbar and Emilia escape the scene. Simón runs into the hallway. He notices the closer he approaches the elevator, the louder he hears the screaming for help. “Guys are you ok? Who is this in the elevator and what happened?”

“Simón! Simón! It’s us, Luna and Matteo! The elevator randomly stopped and there’s no service. Ever since then we’ve been trapped in here,” Luna announces.

“Oh I’ll go get Juliana now! Don’t go anywhere ok?”

“Guitarrista, where would we go, we’re trapped,” Matteo answered. 

“Oh yeah that’s right. Whoops.” Simón replied.

Simón runs off to go let the team know. Now it’s just Luna and Matteo…. alone. Luna sits down, bends her knees and lays her head on top with a gloomy expression plastered on her face. Matteo can’t help but stare at the way Luna feels depressed. He hates seeing her the opposite of her usual happy, cheery self. “Cheer up Chica Delivery, they’re coming soon to fix the elevator. We’ll be out of here in no time.”

“But Matteo, we missed our turn to skate and what if the judges don’t give us another opportunity. What if, cause of us, our whole team misses out on performing as well. We don’t know how severe the elevator issue is nor how long it will take and -”

Matteo cuts Luna off and tries to comfort her. “And everything will be okay. Look if those things do end up happening then we’ll have another opportunity in a future competition. Some things are just out of our hands, like this elevator incident in this case.”

“You’re right but we worked so hard for this competition.”

“And we'll work even harder for the next one,” Matteo being optimistic, hoping this would make her feel better. 

“Yeah you’re right.” Luna sighs.

The elevator turned to silence again. They couldn’t help but steal glances from one another. Oh how it was so hard to just speak to the other, they’re constantly overthinking and worried to put their heart out on the line. “Why do we always end up in arguments with each other,” they wondered. Matteo inhaled a large gulp of hair, tried to put his nerves on the sidelines and his courage to the test. 

“I’m sorry for avoiding you these past days.”

Luna’s head shifted towards Matteo now. All her attention is now on him.

“It’s just I didn’t know how to react when seeing you constantly with Michel and I was worried there is something more between the two of you. I thought there was and tried to give you space, you deserve someone who truly loves you and cares about you. I didn’t want to get in the way of that but at the same time it hurt seeing you with him so I always tried to leave. Sorry if I ended up hurting you in any way from doing that. I would never want to hurt you or cause you any pain.”

Luna's lips slowly curved into a little smile. “Chico Fresa, thank you for being honest with me. Me and Michel are just friends, I can guarantee that. I also would like to say I’m sorry for being harsh and upset. Your  music deal was very important to you and I shouldn’t always prioritize these competitions, I should’ve been there to comfort you when Bruno cancelled it at the time. You were my boyfriend and I really did care about you, and still do. I think it was just I didn’t want to see you lose sight of yourself and care solely about your album and your success. Life is much more than that but I should’ve expressed myself better. I did notice though you have changed ever since you apologized. You now make more of an effort to get along with Simon and are even friends, which is so cute! I know it has been tough for you ever since Gaston left as well. Just know I will always be here for you, whenever you need me.”

Matteo smiled widely now. Luna’s words couldn’t have been any more comforting. He hates arguing with her but he loves these intimate moments, maybe it wasn’t so bad after all to get trapped in this elevator. Maybe it was meant to be, maybe it was their time for the stars to align.

Matteo and Luna both got up. Juliana and the gang were outside with an electrician fixing the buttons to the elevator. Luna and Matteo were so wrapped up in their conversation they barely even noticed. “Let’s make a deal Matteo. I will try to focus some more time in helping you out with your music if you will do the same with these competitions and actually get excited for them, and train with me.”

Matteo chuckled. He was beaming with joy and anyone who knew him could tell. “It’s a deal.” Luna took out her hand and Matteo shook it. Right after, while holding her hand shaking it, he pulled her in closer. They were only centimeters apart now. The air felt like it escaped their lungs and Matteo knew exactly what he was doing when he did it. “So Chica Delivery, is it true what you said about me? You still care about me?”

Luna looked up. Their faces were so close to each other, their noses touched. “Chico Fresa, you still have doubts, on me?!” Luna joked.

“Do you still have feelings for me too?” The sparks were reignited again and floating in the air. Luna tried to breath and her nerves couldn’t stop from taking over her. Great, now she forgot how to breath. Matteo caressed her cheek and now her skin feels like it’s on fire. Her heart couldn’t stop racing. She wanted to answer but she already knew he knew the answer as they kept leaning closer...and closer… and…

BING

The automatic doors have opened

Everyone stared at Luna and Matteo’s almost kiss. Luna and Matteo frantically moved their faces and stared in shock. They were not expecting the elevator to get fixed so fast. Jazmin had her tablet in hand and exclaimed, “YES I GOT IT ALL ON TAPE! Ja- Jazmin fans you all are in for a real treat this week!” Luna face palmed herself and couldn’t believe Matteo was laughing, even if he was trying to hide it.

[starry-pierrot]

Boring Night

Okay So I’m not used to putting stuff like this out and I might not be the best writer out there but here you go!  FNAF Security Breach/OC-self insert/Animatronics  ------- The night had been quiet so far, no one trying to break in and for once the animatronics were taking it easy. Seems like today had been rather tiring as when Zoey last checked on them most of them were in their greenrooms relaxing or playing their arcade games. Though it didn’t come as a big surprise since it was Saturday, the most busy day of the week. They probably had several parties to host and all those kids were such a handful.  This however gave Zoey a lot of free time.

Free time which would usually be used to play around with the animatronics or do her rounds. But she had already completed her third walkthrough and it was only two in the morning, she didn’t exactly want to bother them when they wanted to rest.  Zoey was bored. With a huff the woman sat down at her security room desk pulling out her phone to look around on youtube and occasionally look at the cameras when she noticed that her nail polish had been chipped. “ The heck? I only did that this morning!” Grumbling to herself she tugged her bag closer and searched inside before pulling out the nail polish she had used. It wasn’t often that she had little items like this in her bag, sure she had her usual assortment of items but sometimes she would bring little things to do.The polish would look a little uneven but she didn’t mind.  “ There you are!”  “Chica?” Zoey jumped a little from the animatronic suddenly making an appearance, curious as to why the bird was looking for her. “ I’ve been wonderin’ where you ran off too. I was going to see if you wante-what are you doing?” Chica looked at her as she walked closer looking over the human’s shoulder, curious.

 “ Oh just fixing my nail. The paint chipped off and I don’t like it when my nails get chipped.” Screwing the bottle closed she held out the bottle to show the animatronic as she blew on her newly painted nail. 

Chica gasped and smiled, “ Oh! Can you do mine? I got some other colors back in my room that I use for the kids when there's a party. “ 

Zoey looked at her for a moment then to her hands, some of the others had claws but the chicken did not. “ But you don’t have any nails? Wouldn’t it mess with your paint?” 

“ No no! Freddy’s got some nail replacements that we can use. That teddy bear won't say no to us if we just ask him.” Chica had a point there, Freddy wasn’t one to say no unless it was important.

“ Okay, sure. We can do that.”

----

“ Make sure you get them looking rocking little lady!” Montgomery said as he watched the smaller nightguard paint his claws, she was going with purple to complement his color tone and adding some star decals that Chica had. But the guy wouldn’t stop moving!

“ This would go a lot faster if you quit movin’ gator boy!” Zoey smiled up at the large animatronic while she once again pulled his wrist back to her lap. 

“ Heh-sorry.” 

There they were in Freddy’s green room, Zoey sitting on the couch with Monty next to her, Roxanne already having her nails done in a sparkly neon red sitting on the floor next to Monty, Chica sitting by the vanity enjoying her pink with leopard print nails and Freddy sitting on the other side of Zoey admiring the colors. 

“ Yeah ‘gator boy’ keep your tail still.” Roxane said in a teasing manner. 

“ Girl you don’t want me to put you in the gator pit now do y-” “ Montgomery stay still! I swear both of you are like squabbling children.” As far as Zoey could tell the two had a sibling relationship, much like her own siblings they often got into petty little fits that ended up in the two of them laughing. Usually it’d be cute but right now she couldn’t get those decals to look good if someone kept moving.

“ Both of you calm down.” Suddenly Freddy spoke up, the two froze but ultimately relaxed where they were sitting. Usually Monty would challenge Freddy’s word but she guesses that it just wasn’t worth it this time.

“Sorry.” 

“Sorry.” 

“ Now I’m almost done, Freddy did you pick out a color you want?” 

“ Do you think Nemi would like the color green?” 

Zoey paused as her brain took a second to realize what he had asked and when she did she felt her lips curve into a smile. ��� Aww is the big teddy bear choosing color for his boyfriend?” They all kind of knew, it wasn’t hard to see once you saw the two talking together. 

The animatronic jerked as if he was just pulled from a fog in his head, his ears flattening as if he just got caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. If Freddy could blush she was sure he’d be beat red right now,“ I just thought-we’re not-” The others giggling as they watched their leader become jittery.

“ Cool it, Freddy. I’m just teasing you. But yes I do think he would like green.” Blowing on Monty’s claws for a moment before she leaned in close to Freddy, whispering , “ You should also take some of the blue. He’d probably like to do yours too.” 

Freddy looked at her then back to the nail polish but he waited until the night guard turned back to Monty before he snatched the colors storing them inside his chest. Roxanne and Chica giggled having seen what he did but it seems the two were not going to rat him out. 

“There you go, Monty! Now don’t go roughhousing for at least an hour or you’ll ruin them.” 

“ Thanks little lady!” The gator stood up and roughly ruffled Zoey’s hair, she cried out in alarm and annoyance before she fixed her beanie. Just then another sight caught her eye, Moondrop was peeking in from outside the window. As soon as he saw her looking at him he ducked to the side, probably going back to the play area. 

“ Hey guys I’m gonna so see how Moondrop’s doing. “ The others were not surprised by this, somehow Zoey had managed to make friends with Moondrop and while he wasn’t exactly giving her hugs or actively hanging around her the animatronic didn’t seem to mind her in his space. 

“ See ya Missy!” 

“ Have fun with your friend, Zoey.” 

“ Don’t let that sour pants drop you.” 

“ Have fun!” 

With that Zoey had scooped up some of the nail polish, the blue and gold specifically and walked out heading towards the playground. The area was large but she knew exactly where he was. She just wished that it wasn’t so high up. What was easy for the animatronic was not easy for the human who wasn’t very athletic and only went roller-skating maybe twice a month. 

“ Moondrop! You up there bud?” Zoey called as she climbed up the playground’s tallest tower, already she could feel her arms shaking with having to pull her weight around in such a small space. But luckily it seemed that she wouldn’t have to climb the last stretch as suddenly arms shot out and hands gripped her underneath her arms and pulled up. 

Zoey would not admit to the embarrassing squeak she let out. 

“ Hey there! What are you doing all the way up here?” Moondrop looked at her with that same grin he always had. Zoey’s face was red but she tried to ignore the heat on her skin, “ Looking for you! You know if you wanted to join in all you had to do was walk in.” 

“ You know those guys don’t like me much.” 

“ No they don’t like your pranks much. You tried to dye Roxane’s tail hot pink last week!” That had not been a fun time, Freddy had to hold Roxane back while Zoey had to tell Moon off. 

“ They need a sense of humor!” 

“ You need to learn when going too far is too far.” She honestly found most of his pranks funny, sometimes the others did too but he just doesn’t know when to quit. If he just dialed it back a little more then this wouldn’t be an issue. “ If you just quit pranking them all the time I’m sure they’d ask you to come go kart racing or something. Freddy’s been asking about you.”

“Yeah yeah whatever. You come up here to yell at me some more?” The animatronic finally set her down and moved back so he could fall on the large pillows he had dragged up there a long time ago. 

“ No I was going to ask if you wanted me to paint your nails?” Pulling out the colors from her jacket pockets along with some extra nails from Freddy. “ I got gold and blue. Your favorite.” She shook the bottles hoping to make it more enticing. “ And I got sttaaarrrs.” Singing the last bit.

Moondrop looked at her for a moment before he rolled his eye, “ Do what you want.", he held out his hand to her.“ You better put the stars on them.” 

“ I can do that.” 

Seems tonight won't be boring after all. 

[downondilaudid]

Eighteen

Spencer and reader are childhood friends, the reader coaxes Spencer into attending her high school reunion, but not for the reason he was expecting. 

HUGE THANKS to @hkinmydna we wrote this together, and I couldn’t have done it without her, I love her so much <3

Requested: @jellijinnie

Prompts: “I can’t wait to grow old with you.” & “I have loved you since we were eighteen.” 

Word Count: 4.3K

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Fluff

“Guys are accessories, until one proves he's a necessity” - Source unknown

Dear Spencer,  

I received your last letter, I’m so glad to hear Diana is doing well! Business at the bakery has been pretty slow. But, it’s almost wedding season, so business will pick up soon! I mean, nothing ever truly slows down in Vegas. Speaking of  Vegas, my high school reunion is coming up, and I’m absolutely dreading it. 

High school was an absolute nightmare, I’m sure the same goes for you. Lydia, a friend of mine from high school, is begging me to go. I’m just not sure, everyone’s going to be married, with kids, and I own a fucking bakery, Spencer. On top of that, my love life is dead, I won't even have a date. I’m not sure who I would ask, I can’t even pay a man to date me. 

Enough about my boring problems, how’s life at the BAU? I hope it’s not too stressful, I know how hard it can be on you. 

Yours Sincerely,

Y/N.

•••

Dear Y/N,

I’m sure your job has its own thrills. You’re right about the bakery business booming soon; June is the most popular month for weddings, with 10.8% occurring during that time. Studies also show that brides typically focus the most attention on planning their attire, closely followed by their caterer. Not to mention, Las Vegas happens to have the most weddings per year, at over 114,000, so I assume your bakery will be in high demand in the next month. 

I happen to remember Lydia, actually. She had bright red highlights in her hair when she graduated high school. It really stuck out to me when you let me look through your yearbook. I think you should go. You’re obviously pining for a date, though, so it seems that maybe I should pay our old high school a visit. Since I’d love to accompany you anyway, I might as well get some closure. 

The BAU is the same as always, but I could use a break. Send me the details of the reunion, maybe?

Sincerely, 

Spencer.

•••

You checked the gate number multiple times, A24, A24, A24. Your head tilted up, eyes searching for the big blue sign. Shit, A22, definitely the wrong gate. 

“Ugh, goddammit” you cursed, your hand wrapping around the gear shift, throwing your car into drive, a little more aggressively than needed. You placed your hands on the wheel, ten and two, anxiety rolling off you in waves. You shouldn't have been this nervous, you had known Spencer all your life. 

It started when you were nine. Your mom had finally decided to let you roller skate to the park a few blocks away, much to your father’s disapproval, and it stirred up crazy anticipation in you. This was going to be your first big adventure as a big girl. As soon as you left the driveway, you felt adrenaline pump through your veins. You had skated to the park a million times, but this time had been different. When you arrived, the park was mostly deserted, aside from a frail, pale boy sitting at a chess table. 

You pulled off your skates, bounding across the grass excitedly. As a child you’d always been friendly, maybe a little too friendly. 

“Hey!” You greeted, plopping into the chair opposite of the boy.

The boy didn’t respond, too deep in thought, his tongue darting out to lick his pink lips.

“Whatcha’ doing?” You questioned, propping your elbows on the table, letting your head rest in your hands. 

“Chess” the boy replied simply, he seemed too interested in the game to even make eye contact. 

“You know it’s rude not to make eye contact. That’s what my mom always tells me.” 

The boy looked up, his big, black glasses sliding ever so slightly down the bridge of his nose. “97% of school-aged children learn their manners from home. It’s the number one factor of civility. Did you know that?”

“Civil-what?” You were pretty sure this kid didn’t speak English. 

“Civility is basically etiquette,” he elaborated slowly, giving you the most basic definition he could think of. “It means you learn your manners from your parents. Later on in life it’ll help you develop your own moral compass.”

You just blinked, this kid was definitely not from earth, and was definitely not speaking English. But you sat there anyway, letting him speak his mind and listening intently, although you didn’t understand all of it. He also began teaching you chess that day, since he saw you as an opportunity to play with an actual partner instead of studying the board alone. 

From then on you and Spencer were attached by the hip, you were enamored with his vast knowledge of the world, and he enjoyed teaching you. 

You jumped when a knock resounded through the car, “Holy-Jesus, fuck.” Your hand flew to your chest in shock, your head whipping to the right to see who so rudely brought you out of your pensive state. 

Spencer stood at the window, a smile on his face, you could tell he was laughing. His intention definitely wasn’t to scare you, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. The shock wore off, and with the shake of your head you were laughing too. You unlocked the car, your previous anxiety fading away. 

“You should’ve seen your face!” Spencer giggled. 

“Yeah, yeah, get in, Rooks.” You rolled your eyes, a smile on your face. 

“Actually, did you know, every chess piece was meant to have symbolism, and the rook was the walls of the castle or the chariot. Calling it a castle is outdated, though.” He smirked a bit. “So what does it mean when you call me Rooks?”

Your smile dropped slightly, attempting to think of a snide response. “I-I guess I just thought it sounded cool,” you came up with on the spot. “How was your flight?” You diverted. 

“I have to admit, it’s a little different than a government-issued private jet,” he said with a chuckle. 

“Oh, you and your fancy private jets. You’re too lucky, traveling around the world every week and all. I guess it’s not all that glamorous, though.” You grimaced, thinking about all the bodies he sees on a regular basis. He replied with only a smile and a nod. 

The rest of the drive was filled with chatter and inside jokes, and of course Spencer ranting about every topic. 

…

Spencer stumbled through your front door, his weariness becoming more and more obvious. “Please let me help you with your bags,” you begged him, but he denied that he needed help for the third time. 

“I’ve got it, Skates. Trust me.” He looked you straight in the eye, and you had to back down. 

“Fine, suit yourself” you mumbled, opening the door to reveal a flight of stairs. You smiled slightly at his use of your little childhood nickname. 

The trip up the stairs was… memorable, Spencer still refusing your help. He was so chivalrous sometimes. 

“So, there’s only one bed, but I can take the couch.” you mumbled, picking up a stray jacket you missed during your cleaning frenzy. 

“Y/N, I’ll take the couch, I’m not going to make you sleep on the couch in your own home.” He had always been so insistent, even since you were children. It’s not that he had to get his way, but he had strong feelings that he couldn’t ever seem to shove aside. As much as you wanted to argue and be a good host, there was no arguing with Spencer Walter Reid. You nodded and went back downstairs, beginning to tidy up the pull-out couch for him. 

“So, what exactly is your plan for the reunion?” He asked while you fluffed up a pillow. 

“Well I was hoping you could help me with that, Rooks. Put that big beautiful brain of yours to use.” You replied, a playful smile on your face. He grinned shyly, not sure how to reply at first. 

“Did you know, on average, only around 20% to 30% of graduating students will attend their high school reunions.” Spencer stated. You paused, recognizing he was nervous. He may have been the profiler between the two of you, but you understood his behavior almost like the back of your hand. 

“I guess I’m part of that 20% then.” you said absentmindedly. “I’m still so hesitant about going, Spence. Everyone’s going to be married, and successful, and all they’re going to do is rub it in my face!” 

“Well, there’s no rule about these things that you have to be honest necessarily,” he said, implication looming behind it. 

“What are you saying?” you had an idea of what he was hinting at, but, you would never blatantly ask him. 

“I mean, we’ve been best friends for all our lives, would it be so wrong for us to act like a couple? People would totally believe it, and then you wouldn’t feel so alienated.” 

Bingo. “Spencer, I couldn’t possibly put you in that situation. You’ve already flown all the way out here to accompany me to a fucking high school reunion!” A pang of guilt ran through your bones, you had him right where you wanted him, but, he didn’t have to know that. 

“I’m already out here, why not have some fun with it? Come on, I want to see how people react.” He really had a knack for being convincing, but you didn’t need him to tell you twice. You were really excited to carry out this plan. 

“Well, I guess we could mess with people,” you said with a sly smile. “How does fiancé sound to you?”

Your nerves were back, you don’t think you’d ever been this dressed up in front of Spencer in your entire life. You were definitely slightly overdressed, but no one said you couldn’t look nice. Besides, it gave you a boost of confidence, which you would totally use to the best of your abilities. 

You looked in the mirror one last time, adjusting a few stray hairs, and confirming your lipstick wasn’t smudged. You twisted the ring on your left ring finger, it felt foreign, but it looked beautiful. It was your grandmother's old ring, it had a gold, double band, with a single large diamond perched right on top. It was Spencer’s idea to pass it off as an engagement ring. You finally felt your plan starting to fall into place. 

He met you in the corridor, looking well-dressed and as smug as ever. It had been forever since the two of you got to spend some quality together, much less have your own little adventure. 

You grabbed your purse and slung it over your shoulder, urging Spencer to follow you out your front door and to the car. He quickly beat you to the driver’s side door, opening it for you. “God, you can’t resist being a gentleman for even a minute, can you?” 

He smiled softly, like he always did, and hopped into the passenger seat eagerly. 

…

As excited as you were to play domestic life with Spencer, watching your past friends and acquaintances walk into the event center with husbands and wives on their arms definitely stirred up some nerves. 

“Spencer, I don’t know if I can do this.” You admitted. 

“Absolutely not, Skates. You didn’t drag me all the way out here just to bail at the last second.” With that, Spencer opened his door, stepping out of the car. He once again beat you to the door, opening it before you could barely get your hand on the handle.

“Fuck you,” you said, grabbing his hand, allowing him to help you out of the car.

A smirk crossed his face, “I’m sure you have, we are engaged after all.” 

Jesus. Fucking. Christ. This was going to be a long night. 

The confidence he gave you was apparent, because you nearly strutted into the venue with Spencer hanging off your arm like an accessory. You could get used to this. The reunion was at an event center: the same one where both your proms were held and all four homecoming dances. It was still familiar-looking as the two of you walked in, greeting the doorman warmly. 

The first person to approach you, coincidentally, was Lydia. Her once vibrant red hair now an elegant black, she looked spectacular. “Y/N!” She practically screamed, throwing her arms around you in a bone-crushing hug. You hugged her back almost as tightly. Although you’d continued living in Vegas after high school, almost nobody else you were friends with had done the same. It felt nostalgic to get a piece of normality back from your past. 

“I’m so glad you forced me to come,” you admitted to her.

“I’m glad I did too,” she agreed, her eyes flitting from you to your arm piece. “And who’s this?” Her grin was smug and prying for all the juicy details. 

“This is my fiancé, Spencer Reid,” you said and patted his arm lightly with your free hand. He didn’t budge, almost as if it were a natural move for you to make. 

“FIANCÉ?!” Lydia bubbled with excitement. “It’s about time we met then!” Her hand jutted out for a handshake.

Spencer laughed nervously, “the number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering, it’s actually safer to kiss.” 

“Oh, okay” Lydia giggled, turning to you, “he’s charming.”

You laughed, covering your mouth slightly, “you’ll have to excuse him; he's not a flirt, he’s just a certified genius, IQ of 187 and all.” 

Lydia’s eyes lit up in shock. “Are you kidding? Stop pulling my leg, Y/N, you’re gonna make me jealous and upset that I didn’t bring a living encyclopedia along,” she scoffed. 

“I’m dead serious,” you said brightly, glancing over at Spencer. Pride filled your body somehow, although part of this situation wasn’t even the truth. 

“You know, the black hair suits you. Red highlights weren’t really your style,” Spencer said as an attempt to compliment Lydia. 

Lydia stared at him blankly. “How did you know I had highlights in high school?” She asked nervously, glancing at you in confusion. Spencer immediately realized his mistake. 

“Oh, well, I’m sorry I just saw your picture in Y/N’s yearbook one time and… I have an eidetic memory, actually, which causes me to-“

“He has the memory of an elephant,” you cut him off with a smile. Lydia laughed it off, but you could tell she was slightly uneasy. 

“He didn’t need anything else to fill his resume. God, next you’re gonna tell me he’s a lawyer or something.”

“Well, actually I work for the FBI. I’m a behavioral analyst,” he corrected her innocently. You nudged him in the arm a little too roughly, letting him know he was going a little overboard. 

“Sorry. He’s been needing to work on his humility,” you joked. 

Lydia laughed along, “it’s so great to see you again, Y/N, if you’ll excuse me for a moment I’m going to get a drink.” She smiled, before sashaying away to the beverage table. 

Spencer turned to you, brows furrowed, mouth open, ready to spout something off. 

Just then, your view of  Spencer was obstructed by an overly perky brunette with a sickeningly sweet smile, “Y/N” she screeched. 

Fuck fucking fuck. “Claire!” You exclaimed, a look of panic on your face, eyes flashing between Claire and Spencer, silently begging for his help. 

“How are you? You look great!” she said. Just then a man approached her, one of his arms wrapping loosely around her waist.

“I-I’m good! H-how about you?” fuck, where was Spencer. 

“We are great,” the man responded, pressing a kiss to Claire’s cheek. She giggled, patting his chest affectionately. 

“I’m sorry this is my boyfriend Liam, you’ll have to excuse him, he can never seem to keep his hands off me!” 

This bitch is dead. You laughed awkwardly praying to every god above Spencer would come to your rescue. 

“It’s not my fault, how am I supposed to control myself when you look so irresistible?” Liam chuckled, one hand coming up to grasp Claire’s chin, pecking her lips lightly. 

You looked at every corner for Spencer, needing him there to reassure you. As if on cue, he appeared from behind Claire and Liam, carrying two red solo cups delicately. 

“Sorry I disappeared for a bit, sweetheart, I grabbed you some punch,” he said and pressed the cup into your palm, seeming to notice how uncomfortable you were. You smiled at him in response, seeing your chance and immediately taking it. 

“Claire, this is my fiancé, Spencer.” You gestured to him and pulled him to you like a security blanket. “Spence, this is Claire and Liam,” you introduced smugly. One-upping Claire felt intoxicatingly good. 

“Oh, how lovely!” She responded, “then you know how it is, always a hassle to get them out of the house! Liam’s away with work so much I barely see him!” 

“Oh, what do you do, Liam?” You questioned. 

“He’s a firefighter! Always away saving people’s lives, my Liam” Claire butted in, her hand coming up to adjust Liam’s tie. 

“Actually, Spencer is always away on business too. He’s an FBI agent, which always has him taking cases in unpredictable places,” you explained, emphasizing the FBI agent part. Spencer looked at you with a hint of concern, and you knew he thought you were being too flamboyant. It served Claire right though, she’d been a total bitch to you ever since middle school. The way Spencer looked at you felt wrong, though. His face had fallen to almost a frown.

“Oh, wow, that’s spectacular! You really understand then, it’s so hard having Liam away, especially when he’s going back to college to get his masters degree, I never see him anymore!” Claire blurted, linking her arm with Liam’s.

You copied her movement, doing the same with Spencer, “Oh I completely understand, Spencer has three PHD’s, so I get it.” You flashed Claire a bright smile, so this is how she wants to play? 

Claire’s smile dropped for a fraction of a second, springing back ten times brighter. 

Spencer shot you a look, bringing you back to reality. You knew you were being petty, but you had dreamed about this moment since the seventh fucking grade. It was playing out like a dream; you had on a gorgeous dress with a gorgeous fiancé (he was kind of gorgeous, wasn't he?) and you got to give Claire a taste of her own medicine. 

Claire’s eye twitched slightly, as she turned to Spencer, “wow, you must be a very smart man!”

You reached your hand up to wrap around Spencer’s tie, pulling him impossibly closer to you before answering, “he is, I’m a very lucky woman.” With that you did something neither of you were expecting, using his tie, you pulled his head to yours, pressing your lips lightly against his. 

Spencer’s eyes widened slightly, before fluttering shut,  you felt his large hand on the small of your back, pulling you into him. You pulled away, and for a moment, you forgot this was fake, for a moment this was your reality, he was your fiancé. You smiled up at him, an unreadable expression of his face, “I can’t wait to grow old with you.”

Spencer’s face fell in shock. Maybe the kiss finally connected an unspoken bond between the two of you, but this came from nowhere. His eyes held something behind them, rage maybe? You hoped Claire couldn’t notice the uncomfortable tension building between the two of you. 

“Well, it was nice seeing you again,” she said awkwardly, pulling Liam by the arm as a cue to get the hell out of there. Damn. She felt it too. “I hope you and your fiancé have a nice night,” she smiled, but there was a bite of bitterness in it. Somehow it felt like you hadn’t gotten the last laugh after all as she left you standing next to Spencer. He was right beside you, but felt impossibly far away. 

“Can we step outside for a minute?”, he asked with a gulp. Fuck. 

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” You muttered, wiping your clammy palms down the sides of your dress. Spencer’s hand wrapped around your arm, guiding you to the door. 

The cool Vegas air hit you both like a freight train, like a calm notion before the storm. As soon as you were secluded Spencer turned to you, a fire burning in his dark eyes. 

“What was that about?”, he asked you in a soft but forceful tone. 

“Wasn’t this our plan, Spence? It was your idea to do this so why are you suddenly uncomfortable doing shit that couples would do?” Your face was burning hot with frustration. 

“No, this isn’t what couples would do. This is what you would do to prove yourself to some stupid high school bully. It’s gross,” he spat at you. 

You ran a hand through your hair, definitely ruining the elaborate curls that took you an hour and a half. “Are you kidding me? Are you profiling me? At my high school reunion?” 

“It doesn’t take a profiler to realize you’re trying to prove you’re not incompetent, Y/N.” Spencer growled, his voice escalating. “I mean, why did you even mention the reunion in your letter if you didn’t want me to invite myself? You knew I would, and I feel like you’re just using me as a way to make yourself look better.” The last part of his sentence loomed over you and made the air stiffer. He paused before continuing, “I’m not here to be your accessory or your trophy or whatever the fuck you want me to be. I came because I thought it would mean a lot to you and I wanted to be here for you, but obviously you just wanted to use me to prove a point over a high school grudge.”

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes welling with tears of frustration. You let out a groan, pushing your hair out of your face once again, “God, Spencer, I have loved you since we were eighteen.” 

Spencer was so aggravated that he was still breathing heavily, not able to reply immediately. Several emotions crossed his face: confusion, frustration, doubt, and relief. 

“Why do you think I own a business alone, and live alone, and never settle down, but still keep my little childhood best friend as a penpal? Has it never added up to you, Spence? I’ve loved you since we were kids! Some profiler you are,” you ended with a smirk. 

Spencer initiated the kiss this time, his hand swiftly grabbing your cheek and pressing his lips to yours with a hunger you’d never expected from the timid boy at the park. Your lips moved together in sync, you let your hands travel up his chest, wrapping loosely around the back of his neck.

You both pulled away, breathless, eyes meeting once more. Spencer grasped your chin lightly, “since we were kids, huh? Then prove it.” He whispered. 

“Alright,” you smiled. “Let’s get out of here.” You took his hand and led him to your car, hopping in the front seat confidently and turning the key in the ignition. Spencer pulled himself into the passenger seat and you began to pull away from the event center to a familiar part of town. 

“I think I like where this is headed.” Spencer’s grin widened and you couldn’t help but take your eyes off the road for a moment to bask in the glory of his genuine smile. 

You pulled the car into the completely empty parking lot of the park, turning off the car and letting yourself out. The two of you passed by the swings and slides instinctively and walked straight to one of the most significant places in Las Vegas; the chess board. 

You sat down in the chair, nostalgia running through your veins, Spencer sat opposite of you. “I may not have an eidetic memory, but I'll never forget the first time I laid my eyes on you. The lonely boy at the park, playing chess, of all things. There was never a specific moment I fell in love with you, it sort of just accumulated over the years. From your caring nature, and knack to put everyone’s needs before your own, to your gorgeous child-like smile that can light up the darkest of rooms, or the tender way you care for your mom, or children- God, Spence, your kids are going to be so lucky. One of my favorite things about you is your humility, Spencer, you are incredible, you’re a certified genius, and I don’t think I’ve heard you boast about your intelligence once in my entire life! Spencer, you are so special, there will never be another man on earth like you, and I’m sorry for making you feel like an accessory tonight, I guess I just enjoyed being in a relationship with you, even if it was fake. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I love you, Spencer, and I will never love anyone the way I love you.” 

He looked down with a shy smile. “Way to inflate my ego, Y/N,” he said with a chuckle. “You may have stumbled into my life, but I’m glad you did. I love you with every ounce that I can.”

You looked at the chess board in front of you. “So, what now?” 

“Now” Spencer said, standing up, dusting off his slacks. He held his hand out to you, and you took it giddily. “We go visit my mom.” 

You giggled, ”you’re such a mama’s boy, Rooks.” 

Spencer laughed as you began your walk back to the car, “yeah yeah, just don’t use me as an accessory this time,” he nudged you playfully with his arm. 

A smile fell permanently on your face, “trust me, you’re the finest accessory I’ve ever owned.”

Spencer smiled, stopping momentarily to pull you in for a quick kiss. “I love you, Skates.”

You beamed at him, hoping to commit this moment to memory, “I love you more, Rooks.”

[from-red-string]

Before the Storm

It's finally here!! The first day of 2021 Soy Luna fic week!!

It's been a few years since I last wrote a Soy Luna fic, so I took this chance to look for characters and interactions I didn't explore before.

I hope you enjoy reading it!

Day 1

Prompt: “Hey, I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve turned your entire living room into a blanket fort and I have no plan in taking it down any time soon.” 

Summary: Matteo told them he never had a blanket fort since he kept moving and his parents were too strict to let him have friends at home. Gastón and Ámbar decided to surprise him.

Warning: probably not canon accurate, they're 14

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Matteo Balsano x Ámbar Smith, Gastón

Matteo got home feeling strange, it became unusual for him to be alone after school. Ever since he came to Buenos Aires, Gastón would never leave him alone, and even when Gastón wasn't around Ámbar was, there's not a lot of time to feel lonely with them. Gastón spent so much time in his house, that Matteo's dad once questioned if Gastón didn't have a home while Alana, the housekeeper, knew Gastón better than her boss' likes.

But today, he couldn't find them anywhere, not in school, not in the Jam & Roller, even Delfi and Jazmín didn't know where exactly Ámbar was. They only know each other for 4 months, he didn't want to go to their houses.

Opening the door, he was surprised to see white shapes moving in the center of his living.

"This won't stay up. You need to fix that end on the couch." He recognized that voice as Ámbar, immediately felt puzzled about what she was doing. Gastón stepped out of the white cover.

"I think I know how to build a fort, Ámbar. I did that all the time when we were younger, you always did the inside." Matteo had no idea what he was talking about but giggled what the image of younger Gastón and Ámbar in a tent his mind created, the sound got Gastón's attention. “Hey, I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve turned your entire living room into a blanket fort and I have no plan in taking it down any time soon.”

"I don't, but did you kidnap Alana? She would never allow this." Matteo set his backpack beside the couch taking his shoes off while Ámbar came out of the blanket fort.

"She'd when she learned about a certain 14 years old sad Italian who never had a friend’s sleepover." She stated but didn't look at him, Ámbar's eyes analyzed the fort making sure it wouldn't fall.

"Plus, she loves me." Gastón gave a smug grin and Matteo laughed. He couldn't believe they were in his house making a blanket fort. When he was a kid, he always wanted to have friends around and build a blanket fort, but his parent never let his friends stay over, he never had close friends since he was moving around. Matteo gave up on having a blanket fort with friends when he was 10. It's not like he's an adult at 14, but at some point, he accepted it wouldn't happen, he got used to getting friends quickly but also letting go of them as fast. Now he felt silly for being happy at such childish desires.

"Are you Matteo or Gastón? I can't tell the difference anymore, you need to spend less time with Matteo." Ámbar teased waving her hand in Gastón face while he pouted at her then smiled.

"I don't want to… Unless that's your way of saying you want him to yoursel..." Ámbar interrupted Gastón by throwing a cushion on him. Matteo noticed she was getting closer to him in the last months, he wasn't aware Gastón knew it too.

"Are you okay?" Ámbar asked Matteo who was quiet for too long. Before he could answer her she continued. "We said we hope you don't mind but you don't have an option, it's already so just enjoy it." She said that but started walking toward the door with her bag.

"You're leaving?" Matteo followed her confused. "Can't you stay? You made all this." Ámbar's step slowed down, he could see her hesitance. "Is it about your aunt?" Matteo worried, he didn't want to trouble her relationship with Sharon. For the little he could get even though they weren't too close, the aunt is Ámbar's only family. Deeper he could see that everything she did was to get Sharon's attention, although her aunt didn't seem to know it, Ámbar minded her opinions. He saw once how broken she looked after she made a mistake at the school's lab which made their class evacuate the room, the first thing she told him by the time is how disappointed her aunt would be, Ámbar did everything she could to cover it from her aunt, she volunteered to help their science teacher for a month. He wondered how far she would go for Sharon, he feared for Ámbar.

"No, she wouldn't care..." Her feet stopped and she turned around. That answered pain Matteo, she felt alone in her family just like he felt so many times before and it was eating her alive.

"Defli and Jazmín?" Gastón's head appeared at the door. "I told you could call them here, the more the merrier." Matteo wondered how his friend could've known his feelings for Ámbar if he couldn't see Delfi's feelings for himself. Ámbar shook her head.

"They wouldn't like it. Blanket fort is not their thing."

"You can't leave. This was your idea, Ámbar." Gastón insisted surprising Matteo once again. "You said it would be nice for Matteo." He went to the room, leaving the couple in the hall.

"Is it your thing?" Matteo couldn't help but be genuinely curious about Ámbar, she never seemed to step out of her way and always plan her steps. Just like in her skating, she knew all her moves, training them day by day until they were perfect, if her partner fell she'd ask for another one, no hard feeling just her way.

"Blanket fort? No, never." He knew she got what he meant. Is it your thing surprising people for the sake of making them feel better? Being soft for someone else? She began to walk again.

"Ámbar, please..." Matteo said one last time. "I won't tell if you don't." Ámbar froze, her hair whipped around her head, she opened her mouth and Matteo tried to read her but it's impossible to know what was going on in her mind. Was it keeping from Delfi and Jazmín they built a blanket fort? Was it her loneliness beyond the school halls?  Was it her soft side from the world? Whatever she got from his question, Ámbar nodded roaming back to his living room.

During that day, Ámbar seemed a bit freer than outside those walls, Matteo wondered if she felt safe with them, they've already seen her celebrating acing an English test as much as yell frustrated at a failed move when skating, her best and worst.

Later that same year, Matteo and Ámbar started dating but he remembers that day as the major proof of Ámbar's care. Maybe it was the last time he saw a glimpse of who Ámbar was before high schoolbefore she became La Reina de la Pista. He held on to this for as long as he could, believing this Ámbar still lived inside of her somewhere, but the new Ámbar took over and there's not much for him to expect, not when they love each other anymore.

[choco-glow]

Fall Like Rain On Sunday, Pt. 9

“Asshole cop.” Jason grumbled as they walked back towards the truck, and Steph giggled wildly, her lipstick only just cleaned up from the wipes she kept in her bag, eyes dancing as they made their way through the crowded Saturday night boardwalk, said asshole cop glaring behind them. Sure, they maybe got a little too into making out on the bench, but Jason had been so thrilled by her reference, and Steph was just…absolutely in love with Jason. So. Y’know. One thing led to another and Jason’s hand had crept up her skirt while she’d straddled his lap…

And then Officer O’Grady had blown his whistle. Right in their ears.

“I agree…sorry he got your bad side…” Jason shot her a grateful smile, and she kissed his cheek softly, all sympathy. The explosion when he was fifteen had ruptured his eardrum, and high-pitched sounds bothered the hell out of him on his left side still, which was why his helmet had specialized protective ear guards, and he wore sound-reducing plugs with his domino. It…was perhaps one of the few things that Bruce and Jason had bonded over; Bruce used similar ones for his own cowl, and had adapted Jason’s with regard to the minor hearing loss.

“Eh…At least it didn’t make my tinnitus start up. All he had to do was cough or somethin’…” Steph agreed, and rubbed his back soothingly, smiling as Jason squeezed her shoulder and kissed her temple. As much as she’d liked the idea of the Ferris Wheel…O’Grady was following, she could sense his eyes on her ass, and evidently, so could Jason; he raised his free arm to flip the cop off and hugged her a little closer, arm sliding down to wrap around her waist. Not to grope her, not that Steph would have minded…but she smiled, snuggling in close anyway. It was possessive without making her the possession.

Makes Dean look like the pervert he was. Creep. And Jason and I are what…three years apart? She made a few mental calculations and nodded to herself, satisfied; they were right at three years and two months apart, and while she and Tim were the same age…she had more in common with Jay. More shared life experience, too…

“Babe? You okay there? You look like you’re a million miles away…” Jason murmured, pausing at the entrance to the carpark, and Steph shook herself, smiling up at him.

“Yeah…sorry, was just…thinking about things.”

“…Good things? Bad things?”

“A little bad, then a little good. I promise, I’m okay…just…maybe more tired than I realized.” She winced at that, but Jason just chuckled, warm and sweet.

“I don’t doubt it, we were both up early. As fun as the bench was…how about we head back and get some rest, hmm?”

“Yes please…Um…do…you mind if I ask you to take me home?” His eyes softened at that, dark green with the night, and he kissed her softly, guiding her back over the gravel with care.

“Not at all, sweetheart; besides, I don’t put out on the first date.” Steph burst into giggles at that, and Jason snickered, helping her back up into the truck. He hopped over the hood, every inch the reckless Bat-boy, which made Steph break into more giggles. Joining her in the cab, he swooped in for a kiss that Steph gladly gave, and carefully got them out of the parking space, bitching a little about idiot tourists and shitty drivers as he made his way to the road again. “Goddamn fuckin’ cop could be over here clearing this mess out…”

“At least Penguin’s men have it well-lit again; the city didn’t do shit about that.” Steph growled out, suddenly feeling far more charitable to Cobblepot and his crew. Whatever else Oswald might have once been, fatherhood seemed to have mellowed him immensely, and his mostly-legit wealth was going into things like lighting the Mile, same with Bruce; hell, Bruce had even sent baby gifts, both has Wayne and Batman, since Cobblepot had largely dropped out of the Rogues’ with the birth of his daughter.

“Yeah, I think B thanked him for it the other day, Barb was shocked on the comms because they actually had a polite conversation; he asked about Robin, B asked about Tracey and little Eugenie.”

“Awwwww…I’ll get a purple penguin for her when I go out on patrol tomorrow.” Jason chuckled at that, and Steph relaxed into his shoulder, fine with taking the back roads home to her apartment. Here too, the little improvements had made things better for everyone, not just the wealthy Gothamites; lights brightened the once gloomy alleys, and people, feeling safer, had begun cleaning them up. Dumpsters had been moved to the backs of the buildings, and play areas built, full of beat up toys. Old sawhorses and a few semi-straight boards sporting carefully repaired flowerpots full of cheap herbs and little flowers leaned against the brownstones, painted bright with cheap acrylic and leftover housepaint.

Graffiti artists, once the bane of the neighborhoods, had been given purpose and permission to express themselves via the Wayne Urban Art grants, and now murals of every color covered the once ugly cement walls. Meanwhile the old abandoned lots, once ignored by the city, had been bought up by Wayne Industries and given to the neighborhoods as small leisure areas, with young saplings and soft grass and little free gardens, tended carefully by gardeners hired by Bruce himself.

Crime still ran rampant, of course; hell, that’s why they still had patrols.

But more and more, that crime was white-collar or supervillain; the average Joe was happy to have a good job again, and a place to call home that wasn’t covered in trash and grime. Petty criminals with a family to feed or a dangerous addiction had more avenues for help now, with flyers on every corner, and kind counselors available night and day. And the only requirement was only “if you know someone else who needs us, please bring them here.” Steph approved of that, as did Jason, and Bruce had only smiled and said “I thought of you two when we set that up.” Highest compliment he’s ever given us, I think…it…it really has made a difference. Just in my life alone…

Crystal Brown had been among the first he’d welcomed to the program, and Steph had broken down crying on Bruce’s shoulder the day her mom had come home clean. Really clean now; whatever else might have happened between them, Steph was just glad to have her mom back…and Jason had had much the same reaction, so Alfred had told her, when Roy’d gone through it too. Roy was Jay’s best friend in the whole world…she smiled a little. I’d almost be jealous, but…Cass is my best friend. And if Cass swung that way, I’d have dated her in a heartbeat, I think…I’m not mad that he and Roy were a pair. I’m just glad they’re still friends.

“Gotta say, B’s really made home feel a lot less gentrified, and more…”

“Alive.” She murmured, and Jason nodded, his voice a little tight as he pulled into her apartment’s lot.

“…I was worried, when he started this, that it’d be the Bowery all over again.” He murmured, and she squeezed his arm, taking a deep breath.

“Me too, if we’re being honest here. But…it’s not. It’s not. It’s…what we would have wanted. Hell, he even retrofitted the Starlight with green tech so that the Narrows’ best babysitter didn’t have to close down.” He laughed, soft and sweet, and kissed her forehead.

“Tell me about it, I begged him to bankroll it when I was a kid because…well, it’s the last original roller rink on the East Coast. I couldn’t bear to see it torn down. I think he started doing it after I died…kinda sweet, to be honest.”

“That’s what I would have done…Ooh. We should go skating next time.” Steph mused, and Jason’s answer was in a hot, sweet kiss, his eyes dancing in the streetlights.

“It’s a date. C’mon, I’ll walk you to your door?” He suggested, offering his hand, and Steph let him pull her out, heart as light as a feather. He was easy to lean into, not handsy in the slightest, big hands rubbing up and down her back, and already, Steph was boneless against his chest, drowsing as they rode the elevator back up. Their hands clasped, Steph swung them a little as they pulled apart, yawning widely as the elevator stopped and she could lead him back down to her apartment door, pulling out her key.

“Mmn…thank you. I love you…and I hope this is still okay?” She murmured, hopeful and more than a little nervous. Jason kissed her again, then once more, and bussed her nose with his own, the smile on his lips as clear a confirmation as the words…but she liked hearing him anyway.

“I love you too, babe, and this is so okay. Get some rest, alrighty? Tim took our patrol tonight, B sent me an apology text earlier, so we’re good till tomorrow.”

“Good. Bastard should know better than to get between me and waffles.” The roguish grin on Jason’s face made her grin back, and he stroked her hair back over her ear again, something she never let Dean or Tim do, because it felt…weird with them. It felt right with Jay.

“Goddamn right, Blondie. Sleep tight, babe, can I bring you waffles in the morning, or are you waffled out?”

“Jay, if you bring me waffles in the morning, I’ll put out, alright? Waffles are life.” She retorted, and he fell back with a snicker, shaking his head as he kissed her.

“Well hell, if it’s really that easy, babe…” She swatted his arm, still grinning, and he kissed her once more, leaning into her doorway in a gesture that should have felt intimidating…but like before, well…it was Jay. It felt right. Steph kissed him back, sighing softly, and he pulled back to kiss her in the center of her forehead. “Head to bed, babe, I’m not far off. If you need anything, call me, okay?”

“Mmn, sounds good…are you really gonna bring me waffles?” She replied, hopeful, and he grinned again, his smile as addictive as his kisses.

“Goddamn right I will, babe. What time works?”

“Probably eight, at least? I need to get up early, do housework, do homework…” She made a face, and he made a face with her.

“Ugh. Well, I can help with the former, and as for the latter, I can be a quiet boyfriend and clean my guns?”

“Deal…See you then?” Steph wanted to crash, she really did, she was yawning so much now…but she didn’t want him to go…

“See you then. Goodnight, Stephie.” He murmured, kissing her once more, then closed the door for her. She leaned against it, listening to him slip down the stairs, and smiled, stepping out of her sandals with a groan of relief (they were cute, but she was tired enough for them to start hurting finally), and made quick work of taking off the rest of her make up, hanging up her dress, changing into comfy undies and a huge tee shirt. Taking down her hair, she glanced over at her phone…and grinned to see his number light up on the screen. She swiped to answer, and leaned back against the pillows.

“Miss me already, handsome?” He chuckled, warm and low, and it didn’t matter that she’d been hearing it all night; she could hear it a million times, and never get tired of it.

“You know it, baby. Figured you’d probably have trouble getting to sleep, as tired as you were, so…I thought maybe I could read to you?” He sounded so hopeful over the line, and Steph’s breath hitched in her chest. Oh…

“…I’d really, really like that. What did you have in mind?” She could see his grin as she closed her eyes, and heard the soft sound of pages turning, the faintest creak of an old book opening.

“Well, I always loved Pride and Prejudice…”

[jay-cult]

Static and Stars: Episode 1 - Jay Day

Index

Jay and Nya haven’t been on a date in like... ever. So when they finally do go out on their own, some unexpected memories catch up with them.

AUTHOR’S NOTES:   Hey guys! At long last, S&S continues. I hope it hypes you up just like it does me! I was planning this for OC Day when I realized that it actually didn’t have any of my OCs in it (yet) so I’m happy to throw it out now.   This episode is quite guiltily Jaya-centered but PLEASE understand that it will be the only one. I laid out my plan for this fan season and I liked it, so I’m following through with having it kick off like this. This is a Jay fan season. Not a Jaya fan season. Thank you!

-

  A patronizing BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! rang out beside Jay.

  He groaned and sat up, hair messily flying all over his face. He slammed his hand onto where the sound was coming from, but found he slapped the smooth surface of his phone. He let out another grunt while the alarm was still judging him.

  He shot out a small current through his fingertips and the beeping stopped. Right… he forgot. They weren’t in the Bounty anymore.

  Jay climbed out of his sleeping bag and looked to his right, where Kai, who had just awoken, was trying to quickly rearrange his bed hair. Further past him, Cole was still sound asleep.

  Kai noticed that he was still as a rock and, mid-hair-fixation, kicked him hard.

  “Ow! Dad! Fine, I’ll get ready for dance practice-“ Cole jerked awake and then looked at Kai scorningly.

  “This sucks,” Kai groaned. He plunged his arms into his “hygiene” kit and pulled out a hairbrush, some cologne, and a bit of blush fell out.

  Jay stood up (while making sure his plushie stayed safely tucked in his sleeping bag) and smiled. “Aw come on guys, it’s not that bad!” He said, stretching.

  “Whatever you say,” Cole sighed, tying his hair up in a bun.

  In full pajamas, Jay exited the tent. Outside it was full sunlight, with shadows of leaves dappling the ground. He gazed at Ninjago City in the distance; it looked so much quieter from the outskirts.

  Zane was already outside making a meal for breakfast. He slept outside. Jay didn’t see the appeal, but he said that it was better for him to be out with the stars and one with the (mild) wilderness.

  “Good morning, Jay.” He smiled with ease. “You should really wash those gloves.”

  He took a look at his hands. “Funny coming from you, ya barely change your clothes,” he playfully argued, knowing already it was a useless excuse. Zane sat there in full gi wear and looked up.

  “I do not have the rather disgusting human body which pollutes cloth,” he responded simply.

  “Any updates on how the monastery is going?” Jay asked, changing the subject.

  “Indeed!” He flipped a pancake with a spatula. There was a whole contraption set up so that Zane could do his thing, even outside. “I have been notified that it is going smoothly.”

  Jay nodded. He sat on a cushioned log. “I’m still so glad it’s over.”

  “The First Realm was certainly a tiring event.”

  “Yeah, and Garmadon… that fight was insane, huh?” Jay scratched his head. He was grateful that even with this makeshift living situation, they could rest.

  “You don’t even know the half of it.”

  The two ninja looked up. Nya was strutting toward them, tying up her hair casually. Unlike Jay, she had already gotten dressed.

  “Nya!” Jay brightened up, even more energized from the sight of his girlfriend. The morning sun made her look quite phenomenal. She sat down by him, very close, physically. Zane’s (literal) inner timer dinged, and he stood up. “Breakfast is ready!”

  At that moment both Kai and Cole rushed out of the tent, still very unready. Kai’s hair was half-done, his arm through just one sleeve of his jacket, and he was still pulling up his pants. Cole had yet to do much. He was just running out with his pajama pants on, and… that was it.

  “What were you guys doing?” Jay asked.

  “Shut up,” Kai said immediately, his eyes suddenly very focused on the pancakes that were now out and ready.

  They all sat in their eating area on the cushioned logs in their circle beside Zane’s cooking tools and contraptions. It was a very average day, at least, for one where they had to camp together without a strong shelter and where they had nobody to fight anymore. But there were obviously some things missing.

  Nya turned to Jay. “Well,” she shrugged, “Lloyd and Wu are off on their things.”

  “As they have been for a while, making their own camp in Misako’s space,” Kai interjected, eyes narrowed. “Meanwhile we have to make it out here, in the wild, the cold-”

  She ignored him. “And we have nothing going on, finally. So.. well… we haven’t really done much recently. And you were off in the realm for…. A while.”

  Jay swallowed a chunk of bacon. “Right! How long exactly has it been since we’ve done something, just you and me, that didn’t involve snake venom or the fate of the world?”

  She looked at her paper plate of food, thinking. “Like. Never?”

  “Yeah.” He chewed more, a bit unbelieving. They’d only ever done fun things with at least one person from the team or when a villain was on their tail. Or if it was work or training.

  “We have never really had a normal date, like, at all, have we?” She looked straight at him, making her point.

  “Okay, today is perfect!” Jay finished the last of his meal happily.

  “Alright, you guys, calm down,” Kai stood up, smirking. “I know that must mean you’re all very new to this, so if you’d like to ask the master-”

  And then Cole just straight up picked Kai up. He just yoinked him from off the ground and slung him over his shoulder. He turned toward the pair, genuinely smiling. “Hahah, he’s one to talk. Come on buddy.” As he carried him back to the tent, Kai let out yells of protest, but it was nothing against Cole’s strong hold.

  Zane smiled. “You enjoyed your meal, I hope?”

  “Breakfast was great, Zane,” Nya commented, laughing.

  “I guess this means we’ll finally have a day all to ourselves,” Jay winked, standing up. “I’ll devote this day to being Nya Day.”

  She winked back. “And I, Jay Day.”

  “Let me just go put on my clothes first.”

 -

  The wind of the mountains blew fresh through the couple’s hair. Jay had dug through his bag to try and salvage what he could of the nicest clothes in there and had just barely scraped out a clean look. He’d stepped back outside, surprised to find Nya in a brand new, somewhat formal outfit.

    “Oh,” she had said, reddening a bit. “Maybe I should go get that other stuff back on.”

    “No! No,” he’d interjected immediately. “You look really nice.”

    Now they were climbing down the rocky side of a steep mountain that led down to Ninjago City from their camp. Or, well, they weren’t exactly- their hybrid elemental dragon guided them down slowly, walking so as to not be easily detected.

    “Where are we going?” Jay asked from his spot behind Nya, who had the reins.

    She glanced at her boyfriend quickly with a sly smile. “You’ll see.”

    Jay grinned and kept his silence for a little while. But inside his thoughts were racing quite a bit. He felt tense and nervous- and not because of the date. It was all so familiar. Too familiar. Sitting behind Nya, holding onto her... the feeling of the dragon’s spine beneath him and the thrum, thrum of what was the dragon walking but what his brain turned into the panicked beat of wings. His thoughts wandered through that old experience and he wanted it to stop. But he decided not to say anything.

    At the edge of the city they, to Jay’s relief, put away the use of their dragon and grabbed a ride from a surprisingly mellow fan who was happy to provide service to the “folks who’d saved the city’s ass more than once.” Nya whispered the destination into his ear and he chuckled. “Well y’all enjoy your time, n’.”

    “Shut your eyes, boltbrain,” Nya pleaded, trying to hold back a laugh.

    “I wanna see, though,” Jay whined with a smile, trying to swat her hands away. She was reaching from her spot in the passenger seat of the car.

    He (eventually) complied and they stepped out onto what felt like some concrete. Jay heard the car drive away.

    “Okay,” Nya giggled, sounding slightly embarrassed. “You can look.”

    Light flew into his eyes as he shot them open. He blinked a few times and observed the building in front of him. It was a fairly average-looking concrete building on the outside, but the windows were plastered with 80s-themed patterns, stickers, and paint. He gazed up at the sign that marked the building, which read in bright neon letters, “Ninjago Roller Rink.”

    He turned to his girlfriend with a shy smirk. “Nya, what is this?”

    “Okay, okay, so. It looks a bit run down. But I remember that you were into roller skating as a kid. So I just thought-“

    He pulled her into a tight hug, his excitement growing. “This is awesome! Let’s go!”

    He tried to rush to the door, but Nya got there first and held it open for him. “Ladies first,” she said.

    “Ha-ha,” he joked, unable to hide his grin. They stepped confidently into the building.

    The floor, cheap carpet with an 80s pattern, stretched out beneath them. There were party tables all around them, broken up by counters on the side of the right wall selling the snacks and roller blades. And on their left down a ramp, in all its glory, was the large wooden rink with a disco ball hanging above it. Popular 80s music played but it was barely heard among the conversations of the many people in the building.

    The couple got stares as they entered, but they were too excited to care too much. They rented their skates and set off towards the rink.

    They stepped out onto the floor and the rink suddenly cleared. Bunches of people crowded around the edges to watch two ninja in fancy clothes do normal people stuff.

    While Jay eased on Nya stepped on immediately, and almost fell to the floor but grabbed hold of the edge just in time. She looked surprised.

    “You’ve never done this before, huh?” Jay questioned, sympathetic.

    She shook her head, blushing. “I didn’t know it was that difficult.”

    “Well it’s not, once you learn. Here, let me show you.” He held out his hand.

    She grunted but took hold of it.

    A scene flashed in Jay’s brain. He was forced to remember. The rooftops of the tall, wide building of the city stretched before him, and he felt a feeling of dread, the intrusive thought that this was where it started. He dropped her hand suddenly.

    “Jay? Are you okay?” Nya asked, worried.

    He took her hand again quickly. “Yeah,” he lied. “Just a little nervous, I guess.”

    He took her along the walls of the rink, guiding her with his words. But all the while, he was wondering what had happened. It’s not like it was the first time they’d held hands, of course. So why get so heavily reminded of that now? He was fooling himself. He knew the answer. None of the other ninja were around. Just like… he shook his head. No, stop Jay, you’re literally on a date, he told himself.

    They were eventually off of the walls together, rolling slowly and steadily around the rink. Since it was empty, there was no need to go in the required circles, so they freely went where was best.

    “Alright,” he said gently. “I’m gonna let go now.”

    She looked at him, panicked. “Wait! Don’t!”

    Jay gave her a serious look. “I’m going to, okay? Are you ready?”

    She paused for a second and then nodded.

    “You sure?”

    She nodded again.

    “Go!”

    With a gasp from the crowds, they let go together and Nya rolled ahead. She picked up her pace as they cheered, feeling confident, and then promptly lost her balance and fell down in a tangle of girl, skates and kimono.

    “Nya!”

    She punched the ground. “This is never going to work!”

    Jay frowned. “Don’t say that, you’re doing real good! Look,” he brightened up a bit, “next time I’ll wait until you really want to do it yourself.”

    Reluctantly, she nodded, and took his outstretched hand again. As he pulled her up the music turned to a certain kind of song. An incredibly sappy, incredibly overly fitting song.

    “Oh.” As Jay scratched the back of his head, getting all red, the crowds murmured in wondrous anticipation. He looked around and saw the guy behind the counter put his phone down with a wink. “I guess this isn’t really what you expected,” he told her nervously.

    “It’s cool,” she shrugged, smiling. “Besides, I wanna show you off.”

    He chuckled. “I wanna show me off, too.”

    And then it became perfect.

    Nya picked up the skating incredibly quickly and was able to do very well by herself after just a few seconds. They rejoined at certain points and laughed. When he caught gazes from the crowd, Jay did some age-old skating tricks from way back, rousing several cheers. He always looked back at Nya wherever she was, who was always sporting a proud smile. It was foolish. It was childish. It was fantastic.

    But their finish wasn’t as strong at all.

    They met up towards the end of the song and started to feel something deep in the memories of their bones. Deep in their roller dance, they didn’t think and posed in a way they’d done before- in a fight. Like an instinct of feel-good thrill, they posed, and Jay suddenly gripped his head and fell to the floor.

    It was dark and they were on top of a shining tower. Maybe they might’ve been able to hear the sounds of the black ocean, just maybe, if not for the cries and shouts of leader-blinded, bloodthirsty pirates. They were back to back, their swords drawn, fighting off the swarms of their enemies that no longer even existed within their realm. Jay thought of the lighthouse and this time he couldn’t stop.

    “Jay!” Nya gasped, and the crowd let out shouts of concern. He was brought back to reality with their noise- somehow not hers. He was breathing heavily, still on the dirty wooden floor.

    “I can’t…” he was almost okay when the music switched to something that bored into his brain. He’d never heard it before but it was saying things that couldn’t be unheard.

    “We’re alone together, in a familiar place.”

    He couldn’t stand it.

    “Waves beat upon the rocks and moonbeams shine upon your face.”

    It was pop and terrible but it still existed, and as Jay continued to fall in and out of reality he felt himself being hoisted from the floor by someone strong. “Let’s get you some water… ‘SM, this music… c’mon, Jay…”

    Nya was leading him out of the rink and back onto the carpet, and in her hold he found himself back in the roller rink’s building- but not completely. She sat him down at one of the tables and left him staring at the ground for a moment. When she returned she put an opened bottle of chilled water right in front of him, and wearily, he took a few sips.

    A teenage girl from the crowds, who were now mostly filtering back onto the roller rink, shuffled up to them shyly. “Is the blue ninja okay?” She asked.

    “Yes,” Nya snapped, which quickly sent the girl scuttling away.

    “Better?” She asked, her voice edged with worry. Jay nodded. She sighed, smiling in relief. “That’s good.”

    “Oh, but I ruined it…” he groaned, staring at the top of the table.

    “Ruined what?” She asked, confused.

    “Our date…”

    Nya gave his hair a ruffle. “No ya didn’t. Let’s go talk about this over some lunch.”

-

    Twenty minutes later they were ordering their favorite dishes from Chen’s Noodle House. They sat along the edge of the kitchen and a familiar face decided to pop into their conversation.

    “I think I know what happened,” Nya answered after said familiar face asked.

    “Oh, what then?” Pushed Skylor, leaning in.

    “I just can’t get it out of my brain. Now that we decided to do something on our own, I guess,” Jay frowned, feeling absolutely terrible.

    “What?”

    “It’s difficult to explain,” Nya said quickly, before Skylor delved too deep into speculation.

    The redhead left for a brief moment to grab their food, and returned looking excited for a tale.

    Jay picked around at his noodles. “You’re not gonna believe me, but it’s a different timeline. That only Nya and I remember, I think. It involves a lot of evil pirates, and everyone being trapped in a sword, and Ninjago being in the sky. You were part of my ninja replacements,” Skylor gave him a weird look as he was mid sentence, “and Nya even…”

    He paused and dropped his chopsticks back in the tub. Nya stopped eating suddenly, and looked down, feeling sick.

    “Nya what?”

    “Nothing important,” Nya said, trying to force another bite of food into her mouth.

    “Well, hm,” said Skylor, looking a little put off, “sounds like you guys need to somehow sort this out.”

    “Yeah,” Jay stared at his food. “I know. You’re right. We have to stop pretending like it never happened. We have to think about it. Sort out all the lost… stuff from it.” He reached into a pocket to pull out his wallet, but Nya was there first, holding her card out to Skylor with a smile.

    She shook her head. “Today’s on me, ya crazy lovebirds. I just hope things are okay for you from now on.”

“Thanks,” said Jay with an exasperated sigh. “You’re a life-saver, Skylor.”

    “Well, where do we start, then?” Nya asked when Skylor left them, looking at Jay with some nervousness.

    He narrowed his eyes and gave one of his eyes a rub. “The lighthouse.”

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BD: Father’s Day

Summary: Father’s day with two day’s means twice the gift hunting

Hank had meant it as a joke, the world’s best dad’s mugs he’d gotten as a matching set for Erik and Charles. Raven had loved it and had gotten Peter to dip his hand in paint instead of signing the card.

With Peter now old enough to scribble properly Raven refuses to let this father’s day slip by without at least a card for each of his dads.

Peter’s had an obsession with glitter for a solid month; Hank assures both Erik and Charles it’s perfectly normal for a four year old, so when he asks Hank to get the glitter for his cards, Hank makes sure to buy the biggest jar he can find. When Peter tries to open the top, launching the contents everywhere and only half on his picture, Hank regrets ever showing him the glitter in the lab. He’s picking glitter out of his fur for months.

Peter insists Hank buys him more; he has to make his papa’s card sparkly like the powers he has.

While Hank is off trying to remove the substance and acquire more Raven takes over supervision. Which currently means being shape shifted into Erik so Peter can draw him properly.

Raven assures him that his portrait can replace the Mona Lisa and Peter’s so excited the remainder of the glitter Hank hand scraped up from the table is back onto his fur when Peter runs by.

Charles assures Hank he’ll give him a moment’s rest and takes Peter out to get something nice for Erik.

“So what should we get your Papa.”

“Something he doesn’t have.”

“Okay, hmm how about we have some lunch and have a think then.” Charles grins and Peter nods sticking his tongue out in concentration as Charles and him talk ideas back and forth.

Peter settles on the idea of the pair of cufflinks that Charles had suggested, Charles can tell he had something else in mind and prods at Peter until he explains; that he’d seen one of those pottery shops; where you’d learn to make your bowls and he wanted to be able to create something that his Papa could add metal too when he’d bring it home. Charles thinks it’s a fantastic idea; until Peter drags him to sit behind a wheel and they both end up covered in clay and with a bowl that leans dangerously sideways and almost has no opening at the top. Still Charles enjoys it enough to book a few more classes with Peter, so they’ll have plenty of chances to make birthday and Christmas presents for others.

When they get back Erik doesn’t question their clothes, just looks up from where he’s trying to pull as much actual metal up from the glitter that’s still embedded in the carpet.

“So you ready to go tomorrow? For our attempt at getting your daddy something?” Peter nods trying to blank his face like he’d seen most of the adults do when they had to talk about serious things.

“Yes!” He grins and Erik nods.

“Wait I thought we were finishing the cards tomorrow?” Raven frowns and Erik nods.

“Yes I was going to take him shopping in the morning and then he can work on the cards later.”

“Card; I already finished yours!” Peter grins and Raven nods, the plan having been settled.

“So what do you think we should get you Daddy?”

“Hmm.” Peter screws up his face like he’s thinking and suddenly Charles prods into his mind.

“Peter, your dad said to stop, ah, yelling ‘dad stay out’ to him. He won’t bother you while we’re shopping.”

“Well now he wont!” Peter beams and Erik laughs bringing him out to the shopping center. He keeps a close feel on Peter, the metal bracelet and buttons on most of his clothes hum as Erik reaches for them; a constant reminder of where his son is.

Peter stays close despite Erik’s assurance that he can wander, he can tell Peter’s not sure what to get Charles and he offers an ice cream as a way to volley ideas back and forth.

“I wanna get him…” Peter trails off and Erik waits as he finishes the last of his ice cream.

“A photo album.” Erik nods along with Peter, avoiding saying that since Charles is a telepath he can if he wants access anyones ‘pictures’ from certain memories.

“That sounds great sweetie, do you know where we can get one?”

“No, I wanna make one with you.”

“Oh, alright.”

It doesn’t take them as long as Erik though, Peter seems to have a fully formed idea and even has a list, Erik recognises Raven’s handwriting and he laughs a little at her question marks after the different types of metal. Erik finds the picking out of the metal easy enough, they’ve bought a basic photo album for Erik to embellish and Peter’s taken it upon himself to direct Erik’s shaping and ornate designs. He’s also been writing in the book on the inside cover about how much he loves his daddy. Erik is carefully supervising the draft of that that Peter is writing on a notebook.

Raven takes the present away once they’ve wrapped it. Peter seems very smug and Erik tries not to feel nervous when he catches him and Raven giggling and muttering. Charles shrugs, keeping up his promise to not look in either of their minds. Erik feels marginally relieved when he catches Peter talking to Logan about breakfast as he walks by.

Erik wakes up to a soft knocking and laughs when the door speeds shut, which means Peter was checking if they were awake.

“Come in.” Charles seems to be enjoying whatever’s about to happen and Peter throws the door open grinning, Hank holding a tray that has breakfast on it.

When the tray’s are placed in front of both Charles and Erik they can see by the burnt pancakes in the middle of the stack Logan let Peter take over, judging that it’s only one pancake it didn’t last long.

Peter and Hank leave with the promise of presents after and the assurance that there will be no accident today. Hank sullenly agrees explaining how he’s out of the lab, he needs more materials for some experiment anyways.

Okay so let’s give your Papa his gift first.” Charles is grinning at the box Peter had decided to put the vase they’d made in. there’s coils of the nicest metal that Charles could get his hand on, although he did run it by Hank who seemed impressed with the lack of alloy’s involved. Erik grins, reaching for the metal and letting it hover and float around him in an almost liquid form.

“You get to help too Papa, see! There’s a spot on the vase for you to put the metal!!” Peter grins and Erik’s face softens.

“Thank you Peter, I love it, very thoughtful.” Peter watches as Erik pushes some of the metal into the groves, watching as it flows and sinks into all the groves and rivets that he’d formed with Charles.

Charles grins when Peter pushes the gift bag towards him. Erik’s excited as well, despite supervising the writing Peter had done on the inside Erik isn’t actually sure what it says. He knows he’ll read it after Charles but the warmth Charles can’t help projecting onto him and Peter.

“Thank you Peter.” Charles grins but looks concerned when Peter looks suddenly panicked and pulls both him and Erik closer.

“What about Logan and Hank…”

“They’re your uncles; we can get them something for family day.” Erik cuts in the building panic from Peter and lets the different colours flicker in the metal on the vase to distract him.

“And now for your present.”

“But I’m not a dad!” Peter looks concerned and Charles laughs nodding.

“You’re not, but you are our son, and we wanted to get you something nice.” Peter examines the shoebox from every side and carefully peels the tape from the sides and folds the wrapping paper.

“Whoa!!!!” the tissue paper is thrown to the side and Peter holds up one of the silver roller skates grinning.

“Now until you know how to skate you can’t use them with your powers…” Charles amends and Peter jerks his head excitement on his face.

“I can use this with my powers??!!!”

Erik just turns his horrified expression to Charles who looks sheepish.

“I didn’t think he would’ve not used them on his own…”

“This is the best father’s day ever!!!” Peter grins throwing his arms around both his dads, momentarily stopping the horror at Peter using his speed with his new gift.

“Next year we’re just getting him glitter.” They can hear Hank’s annoyed scream from across the mansion.

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I wish you’d write some poly!cashton on like a picnic date and they are all struggling to hold hands and roller skate and then cal falls but reader and Ashton help him feel better. 😏

Hello sweet thing! Saved this one for last because I knew I wanted to go out with a bang after I saw that smirk emoji 😘

So this is the last of the “wish you’d write...” requests which you can find the rest of in this tag!

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Warning: smut (semi-public sex and male receiving oral)

You were enjoying a nice day out at the park with your two boyfriends. You’d spent the hour since you arrived in a secluded corner, picnic blanket spread in the center of a distant grove. You’d all sat in the middle of the blanket to eat the lunch Ashton prepared, before laying back against the cotton and snuggling up, staring up through the clearing in the tree canopy to watch the clouds. All three of you occasionally stealing kisses from each other.

After a while Ashton moved both you and Calum off of his chest, crawling over to where he’d left his drawstring bag on the blanket. He opened the bag, producing three pairs of roller skates. Both you and Calum looked at him apprehensively, but allowed him to pull you both out of the grove and across the empty field towards the paved path. 

He stopped at a bench, handing out each pair of skates, helping both you and Calum to your feet once you were both ready. You maintained your grip on Ashton’s hand as you began making your way around the path, Calum wobbling as he tried to catch up, but managing to grab hold of your other hand. 

You all slowly made your way around the two mile loop, Ashton manuevering between the two of you, making sure that both you and Calum were balanced and didn’t take each other out. 

You were all on the home stretch, the bench where you’d put on the skates in sight. On the approach Calum flexed his feet forward to use the toe brake, but he had too much momentum and leaned a little too far forward, sending him careening towards the pavement. Ashton dropped your hand and tried to save his boyfriend, but it was too late, Calum already hitting the ground by the time Ashton had reacted.  

Fortunately Calum had dropped your hand when he felt himself starting to fall, saving you from being collateral damage. You used the bench to stop yourself, quickly unlacing your skates as Ashton crouched next to your boyfriend, undoing Calum’s skates before helping him to his feet. They both joined you on the bench, Calum putting on his regular shoes now while Ashton also changed back to his tennis shoes. 

Once you were all back in normal shoes, Ashton wrapped an arm around Calum’s shoulders, letting his boyfriend lean on him as you all walked back across the field. 

Once you were back in the grove Ashton went digging in the picnic basket, pulling out alcohol wipes and a bandaid, crouching on the blanket and tending to Calum’s skinned knee. He tenderly smoothed the bandaid over Calum’s skin, slowly looking up at the younger man. “Is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?” Ashton asked, hazel eyes wide as he toyed with the hem of Calum’s shorts. 

“I mean...” Calum paused for a moment, “You are already on your knees...”

Ashton’s eyes sparkled at Calum’s response, grin on his face as he said, “That’s exactly what I was thinking.” Ashton slowly ran his hands up Calum’s strong thighs, bunching the fabric of his basketball shorts around his hips, long fingers teasing over the exposed legs of his boxers. “So nice...” Ashton hummed, “no one can see us in here, but we could still get walked up on, secluded but still so close to other people.”

“Almost seems like you planned for this, Ash,” you responded from where you’d sat on the edge of the blanket. 

Calum smirked, agreeing, “Yeah, it certainly does. You know if you wanted me in your mouth, all you had to do was ask, right babe?”

Ashton simply hummed, tugging Calum’s shorts down around his ankles, starting to sloppily mouth over his boxers. “Yeah, I know,” he started, hazel eyes darkening as he looked up at Calum, “But where’s the fun in that?”

Calum only managed a whine as a response, hand tightening into Ashton’s golden curls instead as Ashton continued to try to work him up. Calum’s boxers soon joined his shorts around his ankles. Ashton began kissing his tip before moving further down the shaft, hand working over Calum’s gradually hardening length. 

Ashton shifted ever closer, delivering a few gentle bites to Calum’s hip, smiling at the restrained moan that passed his lips. You hummed, watching as Ashton finally stopped his teasing, taking Calum between his pink lips, slowly sinking further down his length. Calum let out a grunt when he felt his tip hit the back of Ashton’s throat, taking the blonde’s chin in his hand, rasping out “Eager today, aren’t you handsome?”

Ashton simply hummed, slowly pulling back off of Calum’s cock before taking him back in, relaxing his throat and taking him all the way to the base, hazel eyes sliding closed at the feeling of Calum’s weight in his mouth.

He set a slow pace, pulling back occasionally to breathe, pressing kisses and licking along Calum’s shaft instead during those moments. You smiled after the second round of this, getting to your feet and walking around the two of them, fingers gently running through Ashton’s hair as he took Calum into his mouth again. “Such a nice show,” you cooed, continuing your slow circle of your two boyfriends, “Feel like I should thank Cal for not taking me down with him.”

You slowly ran your finger’s up Calum’s arm, feeling the muscle twitch under your fingers. You smiled up at him, hands coming to rest at his waist. You leaned up, pressing kisses to his neck, noticing him shallowly thrust his hips towards Ashton. You smiled, reaching under his shirt and starting to rub his back, starting at his shoulders and slowly moving down, down, down. 

He let out a gasp when you squeezed his ass, hips thrusting forward, causing Ashton to choke. He pulled off of Calum, coughing from the force of Calum’s unexpected thrust. “Warning next time love,” Ashton wheezed, looking around Calum towards you.

You blushed slightly, nodding as you continued to massage Calum’s ass. Ashton was still working on recovering, so you took that moment to slowly ease a single finger into Calum. He groaned as you began to slowly move your finger inside of him, Ashton finally recovered and slowly began to ease Calum back into his mouth.

You continued fingering Calum, slowly adding a second finger, holding him steady as he leaned back into you, Ashton switching to a quicker pace, feeling Calum’s cock beginning to twitch in his mouth. 

Soon, between you hitting right at Calum’s spot and Ashton’s skillful mouth, Calum fell apart. He let out a long, drawn out moan, holding Ashton’s head in place as he spilled down the older man’s throat, all of his weight pushing back against you. Fortunately, Ashton also had a firm grip on Calum’s thighs, helping you with the task of keeping your shared boyfriend on his feet until he was spent. 

Slowly you both helped him down onto the blanket, curling up with him still inbetween the two of you. “Feel better now, baby?” You asked softly, fingers running through his dark curls.

“So much better,” he whispered, tired smile on his face as he leaned over and kissed Ashton, before turning his head slightly to get a kiss from you as well.