#thankfully i'm kinda in the back so i can probably go on my phone and liveblog or smt

[youlooklikeasixtiesqueen]

it seems there will be a lot of hardcore j*red stans at the con 😐

[mariasont]

maria, i have an ideaaa!!

bimbo!assistant!reader goes on a date with a really shitty guy. and she sneaks away to the back door and calls hotch in the alley to come and save her (it’s also raining). she’s all wet and her makeup’s all ruined when hotch comes.

he then takes her back to his place and takes care of her… and… mushy soft fluffiness happens… and maybe feelings are confessed… and maybe a kiss or 2 happens…🥰💖

TALK ABOUT A BAD DATE - A.H

a/n: genius, genius, you are an absolute genius!!!!!!!!!!! this was probably my fav bimbo!reader fic to write <3 thank you sm for requesting

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pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader

warnings: um the rain takes out reader's shirt, so she does kinda flash him for a hot sec, hotch also blatantly checks out her ass, cuties being sickeningly cute, cuties kiss in 4k

wc: 2k

A perfect, flawless, stunning, never-been-done before outfit wasted on a loser of a guy. Your makeup had taken an hour alone, your hair—well, you didn't even want to think about it because you were certain you were starting to break out in hives.

You steadied yourself against the brick wall, the uneven asphalt beneath your heels threatening to take you down as you fished your phone from the depths of your purse.

You dialed the first number you could think of--Hotch's. His was also the only one you had memorized. The battery icon flashed a warning of five percent as you hunched beneath the alleyway's awning, trying to shield yourself from the rain. You desperately hoped he'd pick up.

There was frankly no plan B if he didn't. Go back inside and ask you so-called date for a ride? That was not an option. The moment he pulled up in one of those big trucks, with its deafening music and roaring engine, you regretted not driving yourself. After all, you were well aware what men were compensating for with a big truck.

"Hotchner."

His voice was gruff, the sound slightly distorted by the speaker. You imagined he had just walked through his door, despite the time being eight o'clock on a Friday night. He was presumably preparing to pour his routine glass of scotch.

"Sir, it's me," you said, attempting to ignore the relentless raindrops assaulting your makeup--a battle they seemed intent on winning. Clearly, the concept of setting spray was foreign to them. "Can I ask you for a favor? If you say yes, I pinky promise I'll stop rearranging your desk. I know you have a system, but it just looks so bland sometimes."

"I'm going to overlook that desk comment," he stated, his sigh audible through the phone. You could picture the pensive frown that came with it. "What do you need?"

You drew your lips into a tight line, looking down to watch the rain mock the effort you had put into your outfit.

"Can you come pick me up? Pretty please with sugar on top?"

"Pick you up? From where? Are you okay?"

You shivered slightly, your free hand instinctively rubbing warmth into your arm. You should've brought a jacket. The thought of sharing this evening's failings with your boss did not sound appealing, so you avoided most of his questions.

"I'll text you the location, okay?"

"Okay, yes, I'll be there. Just stay put."

You thanked him and followed that by a double promise to stay put (he didn't believe you the first time). You also told him you'd wait inside, which was less than truthful. The thought of getting drenched was far more attractive than the prospect of bumping in that women-hating boy again.

You didn't have to wait long, thankfully, spotting Hotch's car turn into the alley, the headlights flaring up like spotlights against your face. You used a manicured hand to shield your eyes, narrowing them against the glare. The distinct sound of a door opening and closing signaled his arrival, and soon, Hotch was striding towards you.

"Christ, get in the car," Hotch insisted, more a command than a suggestion.

He was by your side in an instant, his arm on yours as he opened your door and helped you in. Then, unexpectedly, he reached over you to fasten the seatbelt. You giggled, his hand pausing just above your thigh.

"What?"

The rain gently streamed over his perfect skin, his hair now saturated and plastered to his brow, his blue dress shirt bearing the brunt of the downpour.

"You don't trust me to buckle my own seatbelt?"

"I don't trust you with a lot of things." Completely false. "For instance, your choice of men." Completely true.

He clicked the seatbelt into place and swung the door shut, cutting off any chance of a response, then moved around the car to the driver's side.

You can't help but pout, even as your eyes traced the line of his jaw. "How'd you know?"

Any trace of annoyance vanished as quickly as it came as he placed a hand behind you, giving you an even better view of his profile while he reversed the car. Your focus shifted to the ripple of muscles under his shirt.

"I'm trained to know when someone is in distress and you practically spelled it out. The restaurant, the clothes..." His voice tapered off, disguising his pause with a cough while his gaze flickered over your outfit, his cheeks tinged with a fleck of red. "I've got a spare sweatshirt in the back if you need it."

You traced his line of sight to your chest. Emitting a small squeak, you quickly shielded yourself with your arms, realizing that your white top had become completely see through.

"Totally not embarassing," you say, pursing your lips as you unbuckle your seatbelt.

"It's fine," Hotch insists, but you don't miss how his eyes are now careful not to drift from the road. "Put your seatbelt back on."

"I can't reach the sweatshirt."

You shift to face the back, knees planted on your seat as you lean over to grab just the thing you were looking for. In the rearview mirror you catch the brief moment his eyes do stray, discreetly (or so he thought) sweeping over your ass.

A self-satisfied smile crept across you face as you slid back into your seat, slipping on the sweatshirt. It smelled like him—an intoxicating blend of aged leather and pine. You liked it. A lot.

"So do you wanna talk about it?"

You really didn't. With a sigh, you dug through your purse for your lip gloss. Flipping down the passenger mirror, you froze, confronting your reflection.

"Hotch, didn't you think to mention my face is all... smudgy?"

Your mascara (and setting spray) had betrayed you, leaving dark trails down your cheeks and a slightly unhinged look.

"Your face is perfect," Hotch remarks dryly, like he was tired of you, he undoubtedly was. You were a handful after all. "Why are you avoiding my question?"

You let out a delighted gasp.

"Did you just say my face is perfect?" Leaning over the console, you tap his nose with your finger. "You're just the sweetest."

The look Hotch gives you is flat, expectant as if he knows just what you were trying to do.

"Okay, okay, fine, it was just a terrible date. Like, Hotch, I'm talking disaster-level bad. He made fun of my job, ate like a toddler, and his truck? He wouldn't shut up about it." Your hands are now shuffling through the contents of your purse in a panic. "And now, I can't find my keys."

"Your house keys?"

A breath of frustration flows from you, fingers pulling through your hair as you nod. "Dang it."

You felt a slight unraveling in your usual poise, and the panicking that came with it. Hotch's hand landed on your shoulder, his thumb grazing across your collarbone.

"Hey, it's fine. It's late, and you're upset. You can stay at my place tonight, I'll crash on the couch, and we'll find your keys in the morning."

He made everything seem so simple.

"I'm not upset," you insist, lips pursing as you angle your body just enough to feel his touch more fully.

His hands felt right on you.

He chuckled quietly, his thumb tracing a path from your shoulder to brush away the solitary tear beneath your eye that you hadn't noticed before.

"Must be a raindrop," you shrug. Hotch's soft laugh tells you he doesn't quite buy it. "Are you sure you don't mind me staying over?"

"I'm certain."

"Okay."

"So why did your date make fun of your job?"

"Because," you start, your fingertip lazily sketching doodles on the misted car window, "when I was telling him about being an assistant and working for you, he implied that the only reason you hired me was so you had something pretty to look at."

"Well, he's not entirely wrong."

You let out a surprised giggle. "Hotch!"

You reach over the console, pinching his arm which he just laughed off, pulling into what you assumed was his driveway. You had never been to his house. It was nice. Really nice, the kind you'd find in movies—not imposing, but inviting, with its brick walls and stout brown pillars framing the porch.

You were even more surprised when you entered the house. The image you had of Hotch's house one of meticulous order, a place where you could hear the tick of a clock from rooms away. But this... this was a home. There were throw blankets casually draped over the couch, books overflowing, armchairs worn in just the right places.

You lean down, intent on stripping off the torturous heels, but a wobble has you teetering. Hotch is quick to step in.

"Here," he offers, lifting each foot in turn to his knee, skillfully undoing the straps and easing them off you.

Standing flat-footed, you suddenly feel much shorter, and you wonder if Hotch has ever seen you without them.

You look up at him, smiling cheekily. "My very own prince charming."

He ignored you and moved through the living room. "Do you want a pair of sweatpants?"

"Sharing clothes now, are we? I bet there's a clause against this in the employee handbook."

Hotch raises an eyebrow, "I don't think I need to remind you of the numerous times I've overlooked your creative interpretations of the handbook rules."

"So you're admitting to showing me favoritism?"

You plucked the sweatpants from his hands, not giving him an option to respond as you shuttled yourself into his bathroom. You changed quickly, trading your sopping wet clothes for Hotch's dry, warm ones.

You reentered the living room to find Hotch reclining on the couch with an ease that was new to your eyes. He, too, had slipped into something more comfortable—sweats and a form fitting grey long sleeve that threatened to distract you completely.

You dropped your purse onto the coffee table and settled next to him, maybe a little closer than you should have.

He let out a sound that was more a breath than a laugh, a sound that all the same made your heart flutter unexpectedly. "You've still got some, uh, makeup under your eyes."

He reached up to wipe it away with his thumb.

"It won't come off that way," you said, grabbing his wrist with a soft smile. "I have makeup wipes in my purse."

But he didn't hand you your bag like you would've thought, instead he dug through it, pulling out the wipes and starting to dab at your face. The softness of his touch felt disarmingly intimate, so gentle it coaxed your eyes to flutter more slowly, eyelids becoming more heavy.

Your head tilted downward and Hotch used his free hand to tilt it back up. "Stay still, or I'm going to poke your eye out."

"You're making me sleepy," you murmur, your voice a soft, drowsy hum, but then he moved the wipe to your lips and suddenly you were anything but.

He was even more gentle with your lips, if that was possible, wiping away the gloss like you were made of glass.

Your eyes snapped open, and you found yourself gazing into his warm, brown-sugared eyes, your heart thundering in your chest. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. How did you get so close? You weren't sure, but he was there, noses almost touching.

He pulled away the wipe, using his thumb to clean up left over gloss though you were sure there wasn't any. His hand paused there, resting on your lower lip like it was meant to be there. You felt every fiber of your being stand on high alert. You wondered what he was thinking.

Did he want to kiss you as much as you wanted to kiss him?

"Are you going to kiss me?" You asked, half-hopeful, half-daring, giving a microphone to your inner monologue.

He took a moment, eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes then back down again. "Yes."

It was certain. Like there was no doubt about it, but he didn't move.

"Okay, I'm ready," you breathed out, pulse roaring in your ears.

Hotch's laughter was a low and warm sound. You had heard it a lot tonight.

"You kill me," he said, and it wasn't patronizing—it was affectionate and genuine, and it made your whole body turn to mush.

Then his lips were on yours, and you were both laughing, the sound muffled by lips. It was tentative at first but it quickly morphed into something sweet and soft and perfect.

"Aren't you glad my date went terribly?" you mumbled into his soft skin.

"Devastatingly glad."

One thing was clear—Hotch was not going to end up sleeping on the couch tonight.

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[timmyyyturner]

Dm's: Jason Todd x Fem! Reader

TW: Alcohol.

jasontodd: I'm in love with you.

y/nl/n: i literally have no idea who you are.

It started a few months ago when you were followed by some random guy on Instagram. He had a racking of 28 Million followers and you were just a girl with 2K posting GRWM's and make up tutorials.

jasontodd: you looked so pretty in your livestream like MARRY ME TF??? ♡ liked by y/nl/n

y/nl/n: thank you, baby ♡ liked by jasontodd

You didn't get why you were so special.

y/nl/n: *voice memo* I'm serious like is there a reason you think I'm soooo pretty? ♡ liked by jasontodd

jasontodd: Damn. Even your voice is hot.

jasontodd: I'm sorry for inhaling the same oxygen as you🙏

y/nl/n: LMAO

It was kinda cute, kinda stalkery. Every single thing you posted he liked, seconds after. Praising you like you were an absolute goddess. At first you thought maybe it was a fake account but no, he was the real deal (he sent you a picture of his ID with blurred out details). When you Googled his name, you didn't expect his adoptive dad to be the BRUCE WAYNE. You might not be Wayne obsessed but everyone in Gotham know who Bruce Wayne was.

jasontodd: You busy??????

y/nl/n: no, why?

It was late almost 3 in the morning and you'd been occupied by messaging some guy who slid into your dm's six months ago. You were surprised when a incoming video call notification popped up on your phone. You were hesitant to but answered it. "Hello?" His camera was moving a lot but it was quite on his side, you could hear how heavy his footsteps were. You were laying in bed cozied up holding your pillow in your arms, another propping up the phone.

"Gimme a second." You watched him set the camera up in his bathroom, toothbrush hunging from his mouth. "There." He continued brushing his teeth. "Where are you going dressed so handsomely?" He snickered. "Well, pretty lady. It's not where I am heading but where I've been. I just got home from a friends after party."

"Probably using the art of back bending to bring home chicks?" You tilted your head. "Unless the chick was you, pretty, Ion want her near me." You smiled, He yawned causing you to do the same. "Dick is making me brush my teeth cause I threw up in his car and now my breath stinks." You nodded, listening to his little rant. "He's getting me a bucket so I don't choke on my vomit in my sleep, how many people do you think died like that?"

"Well-" You attempted to answer but he cut you off unintentionally by throwing up off screen, thankfully before returning to the screen, rinsing his mouth and rebrushing his teeth. "Who's Azealia Banks? Is she a influencer?" You smiled. "She's in the music industry, a real controversial person." He hummed.

"Who are you talking to?" Jason picked up his phone. "My girlfriend and you can't see her cause she's mine, your brain will hurt with beauty." Jason kissed the screen before you heard Dick approach him. "C'mon Jay get in bed now."

"No." You watched Dick attempt drag Jason— who was throwing lowsy kicks and punches at Dick— to bed. You giggled watching the camera angle change in the hands of drunk Jason before the phone fell somewhere. "Get. In. Bed."

"No." It was funny hearing Jason have an actual sibling bond. "Fine, I'll just call in the big guns. ALFRED!" You could hear Jason mumble a 'fine' before a ruffling of blankets as he got in bed. "NOT ON YOUR STOMACH!" Dick yelled, picking up the phone, looking at you. You waved at him sweetly. "Jason, there's no way you pulled her. She's so pretty and nice and you're... Jason." Jason snatched the phone frowning. "I don't like you." Jason laid on his side, Dick was on his way out of the room before turning to Jason to say something. "Hey, Y/n, do you wanna get married tommorow?"

"Uhm, I'll discuss this with sober you, okay baby." Jason hummed. "Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?" You smiled. "Okay." Dick smiled leaving the room.

He fell asleep a little over a hour later. You pressed a kiss to your screen before hanging up and going to bed. He woke up with a throbbing headache. He grabbed his phone seeing you posted on your story 30 minutes ago. He opened it seeing a picture of him and you on a video call. Did he call you last night?

"don't go! what if I choke on my drunk vomit and die?!" - jason todd. He chuckled reading that. He liked the story immediately getting a reply.

y/nl/n: alive then?

He smiled.

jasontodd: Sorry about last night lol.

y/nl/n: lol don't worry about it :))!

After that you sent him a picture of lots of you cooking, which he liked. What you did next though surprised him.

y/nl/n: 📍live location

y/nl/n: join me? we can discuss our marriage, boyfriend ;)

He never got out of bed faster.

[emphistic]

Doctor's Orders

Synopsis: Sukuna catches a cold, and isn't able to make it to your guys' planned lunch. Luckily for him, though, you still take the food — as to-go.

A/N: i have a lot of works planned, but im kinda slow, thankfully i have a lot of free time now so i'll try to pump out as much sukuna content as i can

PS: i got sick the second day of writing this, why world? whyyyyy? also, i hated writing this. i am not proud of this whatsoever

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You

Hey

R u dead or smth??

You're late

Delivered 25m ago

Those were the last text messages you sent Sukuna, before picking up two hummus wraps and drinks from Sunny's Diner. The two of you were originally supposed to meet up there and have lunch together, but the pink-haired teen wasn't answering his phone, at all.

Now, you stand before his front door. A to-go bag tucked under your arm, and another hand rapidly knocking on the door.

Mr. Itadori — Sukuna's grandpa — wasn't home, you assumed, so you were alone in this.

Sighing, you decided to do this the old fashioned way.

It took you less than five minutes to climb the tree outside of Sukuna's bedroom, and five seconds to crawl on a branch to his window.

Finally, you pressed your face up against his window, and saw Sukuna — still in bed — with the blankets covering all of his body.

You aggressively knocked on his window, and saw him moving under the blankets before sticking a head out. He immediately fell back onto his bed at the sight of you.

He looked awful; there were bags under his eyes; his hair looked like a bird's nest, not to mention, he was sweating all over.

"Open the window!" You shouted, loud enough for him to hear, but quiet enough to not disturb the peace in the neighborhood.

Despite being outside, you could practically imagine his groan at the sound of your voice.

Sukuna knew he had no choice, though, so he begrudgingly got out of bed, and walked — no, wobbled — over to his window. His arms felt like Jell-O as he opened his window, and you crawled into his bedroom.

As soon as your feet touched the floor, you felt a familiar weight fall upon you, before you crashed into the wall and onto the floor. You were in a pile of tangled limbs.

"Sukunaaaaa, oww!" You rubbed your forehead.

You tried to stand back up, but the boy's body would not give you the chance to.

"Get off of me, you slug."

"I'm good." He mumbled into your neck.

"You're too heavy," you pushed at the older's shoulders until he finally rolled off of you.

You sighed in relief. "Thank God."

You stood up, pulling Sukuna with you. Despite his size, you had to practically hold him, and yourself, up.

"You look like shit." You cupped his face to get a good look at his condition.

"Wanted to look like you."

"Well, you failed. I'm flawless."

You maneuvered the boy to his bed and let him flop down onto his stomach, before you rolled him over on his back to a more comfortable position.

You grabbed a blanket and placed it onto Sukuna, and you sat down on the side of his bed, your hand placed just inches away from his head.

"So, like, you gonna tell me what's wrong?" You raised a brow.

"What do you think, dumbass. I'm sick," he coughed, "duh." Sukuna quickly retorted, curling onto his side in order to put his head on your lap.

"How'd you get sick?"

Sukuna glared up at you.

You sigh, carding your fingers through his pink, unruly hair. He hummed, clearly content. And if you didn't know better, you would probably assume he was purring.

"Oh! I almost forgot," you rummaged through your bags; Sukuna grumbled at the lost feeling of your hands in his hair almost immediately. "I got food for us. Since someone decided not to show up."

You placed his hummus wrap — covered in foil — onto his bedside table, and set yours likewise.

"Have you eaten yet, 'Kuna?"

"I haven't had breakfast," he murmured.

"You could've just said a quick 'no'."

"Girls are so bossy."

"Hey—"

Sukuna cut you off with a whine. "Ughh, my throat hurts. And my head is throbbing."

You rubbed your chin with your thumb and index finger. You put the back of your hand against Sukuna's forehead. "You have a fever."

"Really? I couldn't tell."

"Take off your shirt," you demanded.

"In your dreams."

"More like my nightmares," you giggled, before helping Sukuna to remove his shirt.

You stood up to walk to his bathroom; Sukuna was quick to pull you back by the wrist. Even when he's sick, he's still got a strong grip.

"And where do you think you're going?"

You tugged your arm out of his grasp, "Don't."

You managed to enter the bathroom — without any more nagging from Sukuna — and grabbed a towel, soaking it in cold water.

Then, you walked back into his room, and placed it atop his forehead. Sukuna immediately went to remove it, before you swatted his hand away.

"Get this thing off of me. It's freezing," Sukuna scowled.

You had to restrain yourself from putting him in shackles, "This is literally helping you. So, shut up. You talk too much."

"This is literally," he coughed, "my house. Don't tell me what to do, girl."

"Doctor's orders."

"Nuh uh, you're far from a doctor. More like a witch instead," Sukuna snickered.

You rolled your eyes, already used to Sukuna's antics by now.

"Do you have medicine anywhere in the house?" You asked, caressing his cheek and rubbing it with your palm.

"Mmhm." He nuzzled his face impossibly closer into your hand.

You sighed, "C'mon. Work with me here, 'Kuna. Where's the medicine?"

A long break of silence, "'m not gonna tell you."

"Tell me, or else, or else I'll — ," you thought for a moment, "or else I'll tell your grandpa. And you know how he takes of people when they're sick."

Sukuna's eyes immediately shot open. He knew his grandpa's old fashioned ways.

"It's in the cabinet in the kitchen. The one above the fridge."

You struggled to reach, having to stand on your tiptoes, but at last, you brought a bottle filled with red liquid and a measuring cup to Sukuna's bedroom.

When you entered, he immediately started to move away from you. Alas, he only had so much room on his bed.

"I would rather die, than drink that shit." Sukuna pointed at the cup with his finger.

"Then die," you quipped back, shoving the cup — that you filled with medicine — into his hands.

Sukuna glared at you, but you remained unwavering in your demand. When he realized there was no point in trying to argue, he leaned his head back and drank.

"Weirdo," you sneer.

"What's the problem now?" Sukuna placed the now empty cup on his table and fell back onto his bed, covering his eyes with an arm.

"You drank the medicine like it was a shot."

"Doesn't matter."

Sukuna began to cough, and cough, and cough. He sat upright.

You rubbed his back.

Sukuna felt utterly selcouth. He never had someone help him through a sickness. Sure, Grandpa was always there, but he's different. Sukuna's had tutors, coaches, people whose jobs were to help. But it wasn't your job.

"Why?" Why do you help me? Sukuna asked.

You know why. But those words never left your mouth. Instead,

"Shh. Be quiet. Let me take care of you."

At the end of the day, you knew why you were helping Sukuna. And Sukuna knew how you were helping him.

You tucked him in, raised the blanket up to his shoulders, adjusted the towel on his forehead, and kissed his forehead.

"Don't overexert yourself," you walked to the door, "I know you will."

Sukuna wanted to call your name, have you stay by his side, run your soft fingers through his hair for just a little longer, but his throat itched, and he didn't even have the energy to cough or sneeze. So, alas, he shut his eyes, and dreamt instead.

[tan1shere]

Slumber Party pt 3

A/n: hey everyone, sorry this has taken awhile I wanted to make it extra special for you all. Hope it was worth the wait, my requests are open for any other stories you may want! (Please I'm begging 😭) possibly the last part! Not too sure yet but regardless. Enjoy !

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Summary: like the song slumber party. Ellie thinks she can treat you better then your shitty girlfriend.

Warnings: Dom Ellie, she's kinda soft but not really- smoking, high Ellie (just a lil bit) protective Ellie

Its not like you were sneaking around when Isabel got back. Because Ellie had told you, she texted Isabel. At first you were really worried, scared even. But that feeling soon left, you started to not give a fuck. Your feelings for Ellie much too strong to worry about Isabel, any longer. And you indeed took up Ellies offer. But like most things in your life. It came with a price.

You were deciding to pack when Isabel was at work. You didn't have too much stuff of your own, most of it was hers. So it was easily hidden when she got back home. You had no idea how to approach even telling her that you were leaving. Should you just go? Spare the broken bones and possible tears? You say you don't give a fuck, but you know with how you are that's a lie. You feel too much, your feelings can be way too overpowering. So you landed on leaving without any notice.

Since she broke your phone, there was no way of contacting. She didn't know where Ellie lived so she couldn't search out to find you. You'd leave tomorrow... Or maybe the next day. You sigh sitting on the bed. You couldn't tell what was holding you back so much. Was it fear? Was it comfort? You shake your head. That couldn't be it, you hated this place. Regardless of when you'd probably do it during the day when she's at work. You did however have a backup phone that she didn't know about. You wanted to keep in contact with Ellie. That night you two had was one you couldn't ever forget. It made you more needier for her. You wanted her forever. Suddenly you hear your phone go off on the secret phone.

This made your brain go even more fuzzy. The fact you had just been thinking about her.. the fact she's high right now. You so wanted to be around her when she was like that. You think about it more. How her beautiful eyes would be droopy, and a lil red. You think back to her in the white wife beater and you feel yourself clench your thighs together. You can't get distracted. Oh but how you needed her so badly.

The day has come. You had finally finished packing. Isabel was at work so this was the perfect time to leave.. So you thought. As you were carrying your duffle bag to the front door. Your met with those same eyes. The same terrifying ones you hate. You widen your eyes and gulp. Frozen to the floor. You stand there unable to process why the hell she's home already. She looks at you starting to look furious. You don't get why, if she hates you so much why can't she just let you go. But that's the thing. She hated you, she wanted you so she could ruin your life. Ruin your happiness. You then regain composure, going to sternly push past her. She grabs your arm firmly.

"Now where the fuck. Do you think you're leaving to." You glare at her, for the first time, letting your anger overtake the sadness. "None of your business." You spat. Still giving her the same look. "You're off to hers aren't you." You don't say anything. You honestly don't know how to respond. But you're cut short with the conversation when Ellie pulls up. You and Isabel both look outside, seeing her car pull to a stop. You try and get out of Isabels tight hold, knowing you're safe now as she can't lay even a finger on you, having Ellie as a witness. Although if you're being truthful, you don't think Isabel would give a shit.

Ellie gets out coming over to you guys. Thankfully Ellie was taller then the both of you, making it more intimidating. Isabel was hesitant to let you go, but she nonetheless does. You go impossibly closer to Ellie. Wondering just how this was going to play out. "Dont think about trying to follow us. Nor contacting her. I've been easy on you for her sake but I will quite literally kill you if you come anywhere near her, ever. Again." Isabel let's out a huff, going back inside and slamming the door. It's over.... You're free.

"You can put the rest in my roo-" Ellie begins to speak but you cut her off, grabbing her shirt and kissing her. "I need you." You say slightly out of breath. She was bewildered at first, but regardless, she picks you up, taking you to her room and gently putting you down on the bed. She begins to strip you of your clothes, just as eager. "I've been waiting all day, just so I can have you." She spoke softly, yet a slight roughness was added to her tone. Shes driving you crazy. "Fuck I needed this all day yesterday. Was even touching myself thinking about you." That sent you over the borderline of crazy. That sent you ballistic. The thought of Ellie high. Touching herself to the thought of you. You could've just came from the thought.

You just can't believe that you're here with her. In these circumstances. Your childhood best friend. Your secret little crush from way back. "I want you to take me Ellie. Make me yours. Forever." You blurt out. Ellie then wasted no time coming down to your thighs, gripping them tight. Which made you to clench them at the feeling of her soft hands. Causing her to feel your sopping wet underwear. Making her groan with anticipation. She rips them open wasting absolutely no time at all. "Promise to buy you another pair. Fuck.. I'll buy you a whole set." She leans down but before she does anything. She pauses. You whine. "Ellie please. I want your tongue so badly.." You let out a breath as you can feel hers, warm and amazing, fanning over your cunt.

"That's a want princess. Not a need. I don't think you truly need this. Or do you angel." She was teasing, and it was tearing you up inside. "I need it. Need your amazing tongue to fuck into me. Need it desperately Els I crave it." She rolls her eyes back, leaning down immediately. Eating you. Devouring you. This felt like another universe of ecstasy. It felt so unreal. But it was very real. Her pumping her amazing tongue in and out of you. At a relentless pace. "Fuck.. you taste so good I could eat you for breakfast lunch and dinner." She purrs against you, never stopping even when she spoke.

"Th-that can be arranged." You pant like a dog who needs water. Arching your back at this euphoric feeling. Sending you into overdrive. She gently moves her hand up to your breasts. Squeezing with ease. You let out a sharp moan, letting your head rest back into the pillows. "Come on angel. Wanna taste your sweetness. Squirt in my mouth baby." Feeling the tightness in your lower stomach again, you do just that. Making it shoot down the back of her throat. She swallows it with pure pleasure. She was so incredibly pussy drunk, it was insane. You were just the same, feeling fucked out and only from her tongue. What couldn't this woman do.

But you were pulled out of your thoughts when you suddenly heard a belt buckle, and it being thrown onto the floor. You blinked a few times to regain your consciousness. But that was soon gone again as she fucks into you. Hard, and fast. You let out a gasp, it slowly turning into a moan. One only heard by porn stars. You grip the sheets, tightly. Feeling her relentlessly fuck into you. It was truly heaven. To think you could've been with her this whole time. She actually cares for you. Wants you. She.. wants, you. You still couldn't believe it. She grips your hips tightly as she speeds up a bit more, making you scream out her name.

"She would, never. Fuck you, like I do. She'd never know your body. Like I do. She'd never be able to make you cum in under 5 minutes. Like. I. Do." You bite your lip. Holding back the most craziest of sounds. "Did she ever make you feel this way angel? Ever?" You arch your back yet again, wanting more. If that was even possible. You let out little whimpers. "Fuck you make me so crazy. You're so fucking precious. Like a real life angel. Gunna protect you from now on. No one. Will. Ever. Hurt you." She leans down to the skin of your neck going to suck, hard. You let out breaths as both the feeling of her mouth and strap. She hums against your skin.

"You. Are. Mine." She keeps marking your skin. Worshipping you. She's so madly inlove with you she can't think straight. "Come on baby.. want you to cum.. desperate for it. Want you to milk it. Show that I'm yours too. No one else gets this strap but you angel. Claim it." And you fucking claimed it alright. Cumming with so much pleasure running through your body. It was indescribable. Just how intense it was. She even came a bit, watching her girl unravel under her control. Makes her wild. You let out breaths, feeling sweaty, and tired.

She pulls out, taking it off and setting it aside. "Mine now?" You breathe out. "Yours now angel. All yours." She kisses your temple and lays with you. Bringing you close. And for the first time in what felt like forever. You felt safe.. content. You felt at home, in the arms of your future wife.

A/n: I'm so sorry if this is awful lovelies :( I had to restart cuz I accidentally got rid of some of my best work. So it's not the best. I hope you guys enjoy it tho! Much love <3

[hauntedestheart]

When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I do is I reach for my phone. I've seen a lot of articles say that doing this is supposed to be bad for you, you're supposed to limit your screen time and not use electronic devices in bed and blah blah blah... but whoever wrote those articles clearly wasn't living my life.

Hell, I barely know who's living my life.

See, the reason I check my phone in the morning is because checking it is the only way I'm gonna find out what I did last night. Take, for example, the photo I found on it this morning.

Oh god, I'm cringing just looking at it. I didn't take this photo! Yeah, sure, I'm a hot guy who goes to the gym, but I swear I'm not the kind of douchebag who would pose nude like this. Someone else took this photo, and they used my body to do it.

Scrolling through the apps on my phone, I begin to piece together the events of last night. According to some Lyft receipts, my body left the house a bit before midnight and headed across the bridge to uptown, and didn't head back home until around five in the morning.

My bank statement informs me that I stopped at a fancy store to buy a new jacket (which I find in the closet) and then I headed to a bar I'd never heard of where I bought several rounds of shots and a plate of mozzarella sticks. It's even logged in my calorie counter app.

On Instagram I've been tagged in a story by someone I've never met before, and when I click on it there's a short video clip of a man standing on a table in some bar shaking his perky ass around and- oh, yup, the guy is me. I tap to the next video and my body has lost its shirt, probably so everyone can see my abs flexing as I do body rolls, and then in the next clip I'm down to just my skivvies and a stranger's hand is grabbing my junk and shaking it around. Thankfully, that's the last video in the lineup- though there's an ache in my ass that hints that it wasn't where the night ended.

This might sound like the kind of fun, drunken bender that a guy my age might get up to, but that's not what's going on here! I don't know why, but for the past few months every time I've gone to sleep at night, my body has woken back up and gone back out. At first I thought I was just sleepwalking- mom said I did it all the time as a kid -but sleepwalkers don't do the things that my body does.

Sleepwalkers walk. My body hits the town.

I always wake up safe and sound in bed in the morning, which is a small blessing, but everything else is a complete mystery. I don't know what is doing it, or how they're doing it, but I'm pretty sure it's another person. They basically told me so.

A few weeks after it started I bought a night vision camera and set it up to monitor my bedroom, hoping to glean some sort of clue about what exactly was happening to me, but whoever was in my body just deleted the footage. When I woke up in the morning, the only thing I found on the camera was a very long video of my body shoving a dildo up my ass, moaning like a whore while the other hand explored the muscles of my torso... and at the end of it, when my body was finally drenched in semen, it looked straight into the camera and winked.

The me in the video had a cocky expression on his face that I'd never seen before and to be honest, that kinda freaked me out! In a fit of desperation, I decided to leave a note taped to my bedroom door.

What do you want? I wrote. And when I woke up in the morning, someone had written something underneath it:

; )

Which... I still don't know what to make of that. I think whoever is doing this thinks that they're funny. Since then, my body snatcher has gotten into the habit of leaving me little notes and photos like the one up there.

My body snatcher seems to really like my body, which- hey, I'm proud of it too! You don't work as hard as I do on my abs without being a little vain, and if I was gonna snatch someone's body I'd probably go for someone who was packing a dick like mine. I can't even say that I blame them. But the number of photos I've found on my phone of myself groping my pecs, flexing my big biceps for the camera, licking my own armpits... it's a bit too much.

And that's the absolute worst part of it! Whoever's doing it is getting cocky. Look at that photo- the camera set-up, the hand written note, the strategically placed paint... this isn't just some random selfie taken on the spot, this required setup. They're mocking me, letting me know that they've got me where they want me and there's nothing I can do about it.

The pictures have only been getting bolder and more scandalous- some of the more recent ones were taken in public places, and they're starting to involve props. I'm nervous about what they're going to come up with next- but I guess I won't know until I wake up.

[kteezy997]

What do you do when you are fixated on a celebrity and you’re a fan fiction writer but there are no fanfics about that celebrity? You write one(:

He's Out of My League: Part 1 // matt rife

It was the night that your favorite comedian was in your city, but due to his popular demand, you were sadly unable to score tickets to see the show. So, you and your friends went out instead. They wanted you to feel better and have a good time instead of being at home and sad about the comedy show.

It was after 11 p.m., and you were at a club with the lights down low. The music was loud as hell, of course, and there were people all around. You sat and sipped on your Amaretto sour, just people watching for a bit. Your friends were on the dancefloor and they barely let you get away for a breather.

Now, you were kinda wishing you weren't sitting there watching all the hot girls in there barely-there clothing. You'd never have the confidence to wear such cropped tops and strappy bralettes. You started to feel conscious of your own figure and your feelings of insecurity.

You looked across the bar, where several women were flocked into one spot. You wondered what the commotion was about. And then, someone moved, and you saw him.

It was Matt motherfuckin Rife.

You had to blink a few times, as you though your eyes were deceiving you. But it was him, and naturally, ladies-if you could call them that- were fawning over him. But who could really blame them? He was even more beautiful in person. You couldn't believe that he was actually there and you were seeing him with your own eyes and not through your phone or tv screen. He and his crew must have come out for drinks after his show. You never thought you'd be in the same room as him.

You wanted to talk to him, but probably not in the same way as the other women wanted to talk to him. You wanted to thank him for bringing you so much joy, and making you laugh, even when you weren't in the mood to. You had struggled with depression, anxiety, and negative thoughts for years, but Matt's personality and comedic timing had the power to bring you out of your head, and make you smile.

You certainly didn't want to annoy him, but you could see how humble he was by seeing all his content online. Usually, you were too socially awkward to approach anyone in a public setting that you didn't know, but this was different. You may never get the chance to see him again. It would mean a lot to you for him to hear how grateful you were to him.

You walked up to the bar, standing in a near vicinity of where Matt was. You waited for the bartender to come over so you could buy another drink. You felt nervous, and your body begin to tremble a bit. You took some deep breaths, in through the nose and out the mouth. Just start a conversation, you told yourself, it's not that big of a deal. Just a minute of his time, and that's all.

"Can I get you something, love?" asked the sweet bartender, startling you a bit.

"Oh, yes, um another Amaretto sour, please."

He nodded, "Of course." He grabbed the liqueur, and then began mixing it with the grenadine. He must have noticed you glancing over at Matt, because he said, "Oh, yeah that's Matt Rife. Dude's hilarious and chicks love him."

"Yeah, I'm a fan actually. Of his comedy, not just the way his face looks."

"Awe, that's sweet." He poured your drink into a chilled glass. "You know, you should go talk to him. I'm sure he'd love to talk to a genuine fan, and not just some girl that’s try to get him to take his shirt off.”

"Ya think so?"

The bartender plopped a cherry into your cocktail, "Go for it, honey." He winked before sliding the drink across the bar to you.

That was it, you were going to do it.

You took a drink, and nonchalantly looked over and saw that Matt wasn’t accompanied by any females at the moment. It was just him and a couple of his friends. You just hoped he wouldn’t be annoyed by you coming up to him.

Thankfully his back was to you, so he wasn’t watching you coming over to him. You carefully tapped him on his toned shoulder.

Matt stopped talking to the guy he was sitting with and his body turned toward you. The first thing you noticed were his icy blue eyes. Then his bright white teeth that peeked out some when he grinned at you.

Gonna tag my besties on here bc why not

@gatoenlaciudad @meetmyothersouls @ducktapebar

[coquitokisses]

Trusting Again | chapter 003: the truth

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📍Berlin

So after we arrived at the place, thankfully we weren’t cuffed anymore, but we weren’t in the clear either. We’re kinda in trouble.

“So we’re going to prison.” I looked at Sam and Steve as we walked to the place where they were gonna let us be in

“No, we’re not.” Steve answered

“Well this kinda looks like we are.”

“This isn’t prison.” Steve said

“I cannot believe my first time being arrested was because I decided to follow two idiots and go against the law.”

“Ow, what? You regret it now?” Steve pouted

I just rolled my eyes. “Shut up, this is your fault.”

“My fault?!”

“Yes! We should’ve let the CIA catch Bucky, why the hell did we even bother going to Bucharest? Look where we ended up, and where’s Bucky? Arrested.”

“Oh please.” Sam rolled his eyes “Even you said that this didn’t make any sense.”

“You shut up, tú lo que eres es un lambe ojos, I don’t wanna hear it.” I told him

“Hey, don’t talk to me in Spanish.” He pointed at me

“You’re a kiss ass.”

“Oh look who’s talking.” He looked at Steve and they chuckled

I sighed. “I hate you both.”

We saw Natasha walking in our direction and she approached us.

“You” she pointed at me “Aren’t supposed to be here.”

“Well if I would’ve known it was gonna get this bad, I wouldn’t have come.” I shrugged

“Liar.” Sam looked at me

“For the record, this is what making things worse looks like.” She said in a low voice

“He's alive.” Steve told her

We walked into the office and we saw Tony talking on the phone.

“Consequences? You bet there'll be consequences” Tony said while looking at us three “Obviously you can quote me on that cause I just said it, anything else?... Thank you, sir.” He said before hanging up the call

"Consequences?" Steve said

“Secretary Ross wants the three of you prosecuted, had to give him something.” He shrugged as he started to walk away

“I'm not getting that shield back, am I?”

“Technically it's the government's property” Natasha said “Wings too.” she looked at Sam

“That's cold.” Sam shook his head

“Warmer than jail!” Tony said

“Well, he's got a point.” I sighed “What the hell are we supposed to do now anyways? Die of boredom?”

“Well you can always play Stop with Sam.” Steve looked at me “I’m sure there are some papers and pens laying around somewhere.”

“That'll be great.” I looked at Sam

“Fine, but only because I'll probably die of boredom too.” he said

“Guess we'll be playing Stop then, wanna join, grandpa?” I looked at Steve

“I'm good.” He chuckled “Good luck.”

(...)

It’s been like an hour. I’m getting bored and I honestly want to leave. I just can’t be sitting around doing nothing, I get bored. We're now in the office, the three of us and Sharon, as we watch that doctor evaluate Bucky.

“Why would the Task Force release this photo to begin with?” Steve spoke breaking the silence

“Get the word out, involve as many eyes as we can?” Sharon shrugged

“Right.” Steve nodded “Its a good way to flush a guy out of hiding, set off a bomb, get your picture taken, get seven billion people looking for the Winter Soldier.”

“You're saying someone framed him to find him?” I asked him

“Steve, we looked for the guy for almost a year after Austria and found nothing.” Sam told him

“We didn't bomb the UN, that turns a lot of heads.” Steve said

“Yeah but that doesn't guarantee that whoever framed him would get him, it guarantees we would.” Sharon replied and then frowned kinda getting all the pieces together

“Yeah.” Steve turned to look back at the monitor

“Tell me Bucky, you've seen a great deal, haven't you?” Zemo asked Bucky

“I don't wanna talk about it.” Bucky responded

“You fear that if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop.” Zemo replied

I kinda don't like this.

“I got a bad feeling.” I whispered to Sam as I leaned my elbows on the table

“About what?” He whispered back

“All this.” I sighed “It’s just.. it’s kinda weird.”

“Don't worry” Zemo added “We only have to talk about one.”

And just seconds after that, the power went out and the whole office was dark. Sam and I looked at each other and we kinda already knew that something was not right.

“Bad feeling alright.” Sam looked at me

“What the fuck?” I said and Steve turned around looking at Sharon

“Sub-level five, east wing.” She told him and he immediately looked at me like telling me to go with him

“Just go.” I said

Sam and Steve both stormed out of the office and I stayed there for a few minutes. I saw that Tony and Natasha were walking towards the door and Sharon saw them too.

“Come on.” She said to me

I got up and followed her. When we got out, we were kinda in like a lobby or some shit and there was Bucky just punching anyone who tried to stop him.

“Forget it, I’d rather get arrested.” I said after seeing how Bucky fought with Tony, but the poor man ended up on the floor.

I was really thinking about turning around and going back to where I came from, but before I could even think about leaving, Sharon grabbed my arm.

“You’re not leaving.” She said

“I’m sorry, but who was the one who almost died last time when he appeared in Washington?” She opened her mouth to talk, but I didn’t let her “Exactly, this time I’ll watch everything from a very far distance.”

“But you’re trained better than me.” She looked at me.

“You’re working for the CIA.”

“Cat! You gotta help me.”

I just rolled my eyes. “I should’ve stayed in New York.” I said starting to go down the stairs and she followed me

He might succeed and kill me this time.

When we first got there, Sharon was the first to kick him and I had no other choice than to follow her. It didn’t take long before Bucky was throwing her onto a table, breaking it, and grabbing me by the neck with his metal arm and pushing me onto one of the other tables there. I tried to get him off me once he started choking the shit out of me, but it was obviously impossible to even push him away.

“You could at least recognize me.” I managed to say, words barely coming out of me, as I tried to breath and also get him off me

My sight was starting to get all blurry and then I finally felt his hand releasing my neck. I rolled off the table coughing trying to catch my breath and when I managed to get on my feet again, I ran out of there trying to look for Sam and Steve. I even went outside but there were too many people running and screaming that it was literally impossible to find someone. I just opted to get the hell away from there and ended up walking for almost 40 minutes, also, trying to not get caught by the freaking helicopter that was looking for us.

I arrived at what looked like a small bookstore and decided to call Sam because I had no idea where they might be.

“Hey.” He answered

“Are you guys okay?” I asked him “Where the hell did you go?”

“I sent you the location of where we are.” He said “Come quick tho.”

“On my way.”

I hung up and went straight to Sam's conversation, I saw the pin and realized it wasn't so far from where I was so I decided to walk there and I literally arrived in almost 20 minutes. It was like an old auto shop kinda?

I got in and I saw Steve, Sam and Bucky inside.

“Took you forever.” Sam said

“Y'all literally vanished.” I rolled my eyes “And also, I had to make sure nobody saw me, there's a fucking helicopter looking for us, did you guys know that?”

“Are you okay?” Steve asked

“I’m fine.” I nodded and then I looked over at Bucky

Now that I have him closer and he's not trying to kill me, I definitely noticed that he looked a little different than the last time I saw him. Starting with his hair, which is a little longer.

If it wasn’t because he's a super soldier, I would smash my fist straight into that perfect face of his right now.

“And we meet again, soldat.” I stood in front of him folding my arms “So much for not wanting to be found, huh.”

“Not that I was planning on running into you three, specially not you.” He responded

“Well look at us now.” I gave him the most sarcastic smile ever

“Alright, that’s enough.” Steve said and I just stepped away from Bucky “I see Cat made quite the first impression.” He looked at his friend

“You don’t say.” Bucky sighed

“Oh he did too, trust me.” I scoffed “You do know we all have a fucking target on our backs, right?” I looked at Steve

“He didn't do it.” He said

“Oh I knew that since the moment we saw the news.” I nodded “I just can't really comprehend why the fuck would you go through all this shit when we already have secretary Ross on our asses because of the fucking accords and now we also have the CIA looking for us!”

“No offense, but that's a little hypocrite coming from you.” Bucky said to me “Why do you care so much about following orders now?”

“Offense and listen, you really shouldn't be talking shit after what's been happening.” I turned to look at him “You should've listened to me when you had the chance.”

“You really wanna do this now?” He raised an eyebrow

“Alright, enough.” Steve sighed

“You know what? I kinda want to.” I stepped closer to him, completely ignoring Steve

Not that I wanted to ignore him, but I'm actually kinda mad so my mind is only focusing on Bucky.

“Then why don't you do it, agent?” Bucky said to me

I just sighed. “You really are starting to get on my last nerve, who would’ve thought.”

“Shut up, both of you.” Steve said in a more serious tone “That's enough.”

“What the hell are we supposed to do now?” I turned around looking now at Steve

“That's why we called you.” Sam said

“I'm not tryna put my ass on the line again! We got enough with the accords to also be dealing with escaping from the fucking CIA.”

“What? You regret it now? Cause if that's the case, by all means, go talk to Tony, I’m sure he’ll welcome you with open arms.” He said folding his arms

“Don't be ridiculous, I’ve always been on your side, but this is fucking insane.”

“And don’t you think I know that? I’m tryna think of what to do now.” He said and I let out a sigh

“I just don’t want us to end up worst than we already are.. if that’s even possible.”

“It is, we could be in jail.” Sam said

“Relax, it won’t happen.” He said and I just leaned on the wall without saying anything else. “Who was that guy?” He asked Bucky

“I don't know.” He responded

“People are dead.” Steve started saying “The bombing, the setup.. the doctor did all that just to get 10 minutes with you, I need you to do better than "I don't know".”

“He wanted to know about Siberia, where I was kept.” He said after a few seconds “He wanted to know exactly where.”

“Why would he need to know that?” Steve asked

“Because I'm not the only Winter Soldier.” he replied

“Woah, hang the fuck on.” I shook my head

“Cat.” Steve looked at me

“No, wait, I'm with her on this one.” Sam spoke “You're saying there are more like you?” He asked Bucky

“Yes.” He nodded

“Who were they?” Steve asked

“Their most elite death squad” Bucky replied “More kills than anyone in HYDRA history and that was before the serum.”

“They all turned out like you?” I asked him

“Worse.” He looked at me

“The doctor, could he control them?” Steve questioned

“Enough.”

“He said he wanted to see an empire fall.” Steve added

“With these guys he could do it.” Bucky nodded “They speak 30 languages, can hide in plain sight, infiltrate, assassinate, destabilize, they can take a whole country down in one night and you'd never see them coming.”

“Well this is just great.” I said with sarcasm

“This would've been a lot easier a week ago.” Sam walked over to Steve and I

“If we call Tony..” Steve started saying and I scoffed

“I don’t think we’ll believe us.” I cut him off

“Even if he did..”

“Who knows if the accords would let him help.” I said and Steve let out a sigh

“We're on our own then.” He looked at the both of us

“Maybe not.” Sam shrugged and we both looked at him “I know a guy.”

“So” I looked at Steve “What's next, Cap?”

“I need to make a few calls.” He said “And we need to get out of here.”

“We gotta stay low tho.” Sam said

“Yeah, very low.” I nodded

“I'll be right back.” Steve walked out, I supposed so that he could make "a few calls"

Sam walked out too and I took a deep breath. This is insane.

I looked at Bucky and then I sat on the floor in front of him.

“So” I crossed my legs “Being framed is fun huh.”

“You have no idea.” He sighed “How'd you know it wasn't me?”

“Are you kidding? I’ve been tracking you.” I replied “…From a distance, of course.”

“Of course you have.” He said not at all surprised “Does Steve knows?”

“No, of course not.” I shook my head

“Why? Felt guilty?”

I let out a sigh. “A little.”

“He’s gonna find out eventually.”

“Yeah, I know.” I nodded “I’ve been thinking about telling him, but I just don’t know how he’s gonna react.”

I should tell him. I really should because maybe we wouldn't be in this mess right now if it wasn't for me.

“You have a certain look on your face, agent.” Bucky said in almost a whisper “What is it?”

“I just.. I think I better tell him now.”

“He's not gonna be happy.”

“I know.” I sighed “But I have to.. better late than never.”

I looked back and saw Steve standing next to Sam, who was actually talking on the phone.

“Steve.” I cleared my throat and I stood up from the floor “I, um.. can we talk?” I said and he looked at me “I kinda need to tell you something.”

“Yeah, of course.” He nodded “Wanna go outside?”

“Well I don’t want the police to see us, so here it’s fine.”

I was really anxious. I didn’t even know how to start.

“What is it?” He asked when he saw that I was pretty impatient

“Okay, I’m just gonna say it.” I sighed “Remember when I went with Sam to Europe? To find Bucky.”

“Yeah, what happened?”

“Okay, well remember that we did found him, right? We told you we were in Austria.”

“Yes, Cat, I remember everything, where are you going with this?”

“I didn't lost him.. I, uh..” I bit my lip nervously “I let him go.” I finally confessed, he looked at me a little confused

“What are you talking about?” He frowned and then looked at Bucky “What is she talking about?” He pointed at me

“I was the one who talked to him that day.”

“Yeah and if I remember correctly, he got all defensive and threw you across the room, you were all bruised and even had a cut.” He said “What do you mean you let him go?”

“I talked to him, he said that he needed time and I just.. I simply decided to let him go.”

“Simply decided?” He raised an eyebrow

“Look, I’m sorry.”

“What the hell happened exactly for you to let him go like that?”

“Don't be mad at her, it's my fault.” Bucky interrupted us and Steve looked at him “I was just trying to remember everything on my own.”

“Stop.” I looked at him “I should've knocked the fuck out of you and drag you out of there.”

“Yeah, you should have.” Steve nodded “You realize that because you let him go we’re in this position now, right?”

“Yes!” I raised my voice “I made a mistake, I know and I'm sorry, okay? I didn't think it was too big of a deal at the moment, he just wanted to remember everything on his own and I thought that was okay.”

“Well it clearly wasn't.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t.” I sighed “But at least my intuition was right! He didn't do anything.”

“But look where we are now!”

“But that’s not entirely my fault now, is it?” I said “I mean, the fucker who messed with his head is the real responsible here, he could’ve done it even if Bucky was with us.”

“That’s not the point…”

“It is! It kinda is.” I cut him off

“Cat, you’re not realizing the consequences that your actions had.”

“I am! Trust me, I am realizing it and I knew what I was getting myself into when I made that decision.”

He clicked his tongue. “I just can’t believe you could do something like this knowing it would have consequences. I just..” he sighed “I can't believe that you, out of all people, could do this.”

“I know it was wrong but I just..”

“What?” He looked at me with his hands on his hips

I let out a sigh. “You're really mad at me, aren't you?”

“A little.” He nodded “And a little disappointed too, you were supposed to do your job and I asked you to do it because I knew you were the only one who would do it no questions asked.”

“I know and I'm sorry.”

“We could've prevented this.”

“I know.” I sighed feeling guilty as hell “I really am sorry.. trust me if I could go back in time and change what happened, I would.”

He let out a sigh. “I'll go see if Sam's done so we can get the hell out of here.” He said walking out again before we could say something else

I just sighed and then leaned on the wall. Bucky's eyes found mine and he took a deep breath as he sat straight.

“I'm sorry for trying to kill you.” He said looking at my neck

“It's fine.” I said “Not the first time anyway.”

“Sorry.”

“At least you’re apologizing now.”

“Apology accepted then?”

“I don’t know, I’ll think about it.” I sat on the floor facing him “I tend to hold grudges.”

“Well that’s not good.”

“Do I look like I care?” I tilted my head

“You got issues, you know?”

“Well.. that makes two of us.” I shrugged

“…Can't argue with that.” He shook his head and I chuckled

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧!

jean kirstein x fem!reader, modern smau.

⁀➷ episode two ; the news !

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jean swiped his hands on the fabric of his jeans, wiping off the sweat that was on them. it happened everytime he got even slightly nervous, but in truth, there really was no need for him to be this nervous. maybe he was just nervous for his now new room mate. living with strangers - jean Connie and marco, at that - would certainly not be easy. maybe he was just thinking about all the things that could go wrong.

he clears his throat, raking a hand through his hair as he presses the call button next to your contact. it rings two times before you pick up.

jean makes out the background noise behind you. it sounds busy, wherever you are, and your little "hey," is barely heard. you repeat it again, a little louder as the voices in the back get quieter.

"hey. this is jean," he says. He’s pacing around in the kitchen, one hand in his pocket and the other gripping his phone.

there's a small breath of laugh on the other end. "i know, I have your number saved."

"right, right." he says, cursing himself inwardly.

there's a slight pause as neither of you say anything, and he tries to figure out why his heart is beating so fast, his hand rubbing the nape of his neck instead of laying still in his pocket - another nervous habit. it's either a scratch on the bridge of his nose or rubbing the back of his neck.

"uhm, you wanted to talk to me about something?" you ask from the other end, bringing him back to reality. he breathes in just enough to calm down.

"right, so... i wanted to tell you that. that, well, you're in. you're gonna be our new room mate." he says, face scrunching up in regret. he was going to chew marco out for telling jean to call you instead of texting. who says it like that? why'd he have to say 'youre in' as if it was a college acceptance lette-

"yay, I'm in!" you exclaim from the other line, and jeans shoulders relax after hearing it. he was being worried for no reason, really, judging by how excited you are. you continue, "thank you so much!"

he clears his throat. "yeah, no problem. i mean, you don't have to thank me. it was..a group decision, anyway, when can you move in?"

there's another pause as you him thoughtfully. "the latest I can do is probably next week. I'll have to find cheap movers and stuff, so-"

"we can help you." jean says almost instantly.

fuck. wait. was that too forward. maybe you wouldn't want three random people touching your stuff? they're going to be your room mates anyway, but maybe that was too fa-

"yeah, actually, that'd be great! if you guys don't mind, of course." you say, silencing Jean's downward spiral once more.

"great." he says. there's another pause. jean wonders what you're thinking about. he hears someone call your name in the background and then a muffled, "just a sec," comes from your voice.

"hey, yeah, sorry for that."

"no problem. are you busy right now? we can text out the details if that's easier," he suggests, leaning his weight against the kitchen counter, his free hand resting beside him.

"that would be better, yep. I'm really sorry I'm..kinda in the middle of my shift, but I'll get back to you as soon as I get home." you say. jean picks up on the breath you let out after the sentence.

"no problem, really. it was nice talking to you. bye."

"bye! thanks, again." you say, the call cutting with a small beep.

jean sighs in relief. his heart beat had gone back to normal, thankfully, and he tried not to think about why he was so nervous in the first place. all that mattered was that you seemed excited and that you'd text him the details of your move-in day.

➷ Saturday, 7:19 p.m.

"so we help her? no rewards?" Connie asks on the Saturday before they were to help you move, and jean curses when he drops his phone flat on his face. Connie snickers.

"why do you want rewards, con?" marco asks, taking a sip of his -  fourth? seventh? honestly, he had lost count - cup of coffee for the day, pushing his glasses further up his nose.

Connie shrugs. "i just wanna know what the end game is here," jean groans in response, shifting from his comfortable spot on the couch to accommodate for marco.

"end game is having someone pay the rent." jean mumbles, stretching his neck.

marco sighs. "how long have you been working on that project for?" he asks, taking his now fogged up glasses off of his face. jean admired his friend's lack of temperature sensitivity as he watched him take another sip of boiling hot coffee without even flinching. jean blinks, noting how his eyes burn when he does so.

"five hours, I think." Connie says, counting on his fingers.

"without a break?" marco asks. his brows are furrowed. jean wants to scoff and point out that he's in the same boat as him, more or less, but he's too tired to start a fight, opting to shake his head instead.

“you need to fix your schedule, jean.” He says, but jean only nods. Marco’s sure he’s not even listening at this point, knowing jean’s ears stopped working as he reads the email open infront of him.

Connie throws the wrapper of the granola bar he ate in a surpringly short amount of time, still chewing on the remnants of his snack as he talked, something that marco reprimanded him for. Jean barely heard a word.

Replying to the email, he stared at the almost blinding screen infront of him as his hands hover the keyboard, feeling them cramping up a bit, distracted with thoughts for tomorrow. He had never been good with new people – opening up to some random stranger never felt appealing to him. Somedays, he felt like all of his friends were made reluctantly, even if he was incredibly glad to have them, he had never wanted it in the first place, how all of them had somehow wiggled their way into his heart and decided to stay there. It was scary, terrifying, really, how he’d be inviting nothing less than a stranger into his house the next day after not knowing anything about you. seeing you across campus multiple times wasn’t enough, even though it was comforting.

He knew you had looked familiar when he had opened the door to you. he knew your smile seemed similar to the stranger he kept noticing – on the bus, in the graphic studio, across campus, walking to class with a cup of coffee in your hand. he was no better than connie in the sense that he instantly thought you were pretty, with your pretty eyes (even though he’d never seen them upclose before the last time he saw you; he thought they were pretty then too), and your voice that he had heard only once before, when you were talking into the phone softly in the graphics studio as he worked on his project, keeping your volume low until it became almost a hum. But just the descriptors of you weren’t enough. Sure, they were enough to know that you weren’t a criminal on the loose or someone that would murder and eat jean and his friends (he didn’t know exactly why the thought crossed his mind, but he did indulge in it a little, thinking about how this new room mate would choose to kill the three of them. He’d settled on connie injesting poison because he’s too trusting with strangers holding his drinks, marco being suspicious but ultimately being stabbed in the back, and jean dying by choking with signs of struggle. Maybe he’s watched too much news, too many crime documentaries, he thinks before sleeping that night.) regardless, jean sums up that he’s too cautious about the whole ordeal.

Unlike his friends, it takes a while to get to know him. Being his friend requires patience, a hell of a lot of it, which is also probably why he hasn’t been in a serious relationship for longer than six months to a year. Marco is gentle – even while in middle school, when the two first met, he was nice to jean, a stark contrast from his other friends that were too keen on making him feel the worst about himself. Connie is a born comedian, even if he has his issues with intimacy, he has the ability to draw people in enough to stay. Sasha is charismatic and kind, something jean admires about her. Connie and sasha were inseperable in high school, which made jean a little suspicious to get to know them, because how could anyone be friends for so long and still stand eachother? How could neither of them see the worst in eachother or get bored? Maybe that was just his trauma talking, but his suspicions dissapiated when he was paired up with them for a group project. They turned out to be really good friends even after the class ended, and when marco moved back in in sophomore year, the four became really close; going to parties, having fun, having long talks about how scared they were for their future and the majors they were choosing.

these three idiots were really the only ones that jean had connected with in his life, and he still wonders why they stuck around for so long.

In his mind, his hesitancy is valid. He doesn’t know what kind of person you are and who you’d be. In his mind youre the worst person in the world because assuming the worst in people was always easier than expecting them to be the best and then getting disappointed because of it. Sure, you were pretty. Beautiful, really, with the sun setting behind you through the windows, lighting up the side of your face in the bus as jean listened to music after a long day, but he didn’t know you. if anything, it made it harder for him to actually talk to you. a bad habit, he realised long ago, that everytime he found anyone attractive, he’d choke up and have no idea what to say, his compliments coming out in broken sentences. Again, being with him was a game that required a lot of patience.

So when Sunday rolled around, he didn’t try to spend too much time in interacting with you.

➷ Sunday, 12:03 p.m.

“everything’s packed. mostly.” You say, pacing around the room, making a mental note of all the boxes you had.

“god, you have so many trinkets. Why do you need this rock?” noor asks, exasperated, sitting on the floor with her legs crossed and a marker in her hand. you had asked her to come over last night, panicked, after not starting on packing everything up the whole week. In you defence, it wasn’t really your fault. You’d been too busy with your shifts at work and your assignments to even remember that you were moving.

“do you remember that day we went by the lake because we were sad that highschool was ending? And then we tried to throw rocks in the bouncy-bouncy way but we failed?” you asked, still pacing around and picking up a notebook off of your very naked and very vulnerable looking bed, “well, that’s one of the rocks from near the lake. I wanted to remember the day, so.” You said, checking off the items that you had packed.

Noor hummed. “I remember that. We made taylor swift folklore references.”

Noor laughed as well, tugging her legs infront of her chest. “now look at us. You got home at what? Twelve at night day before?” she asked, resting her chin on her knees. You took a seat on your mattress, leaning your weight on the palms of your hands behind you.

You breathed out a laugh. “and then went to get ice cream. Dude my mom was so mad I stayed out for so long,”

Noor had always been pretty, you thought. There was a certain point in highschool when you had started getting closer to her, where you had the briefest crush on her. With long eyelashes, pretty dark brown eyes that always shone whenever she talked about something she was excited about, it really wasn’t hard to love her. The apples of her cheek were prominent when she smiles as she’s doing right now, the mole near the inner corner of her right eye almost disappearing while the mile on the left side of the crease of her chin made itself more prominent. Even if her hair was tied up into a bun, some of her dark waves that escaped from it falling onto her shoulders and her bangs – though currently a little untidy - framing her face, she looked pretty. She always did.

You tilted your chin up, closing your eyes. “im so glad im moving closer to college. No more one and a half hour transport, thank god.”

“travelling with you was always nice.” She said as you looked back at her. “back when we used to do it in highschool. The times you were absent I would have to stop myself from crying when I got on the bus alone,”

You laughed again. “im sorry about my weak body. I had so many fevers,”

“you should be. I was so scared because I’d have to go to school alone, without you. do you know how much trauma that gave me?”

“I’ll pay for your therapy-“

“I need more than that. You need to fund my red bull addiction.”

“you need rehab for that, I will not be helping your unhealthy coping mechanisms.” You say, hearing her laugh in the way that brought you comfort. You were glad you had her. You were glad that despite the apartment you were currently in never felt like home, she did. Everytime she came over with takeout that had gotten cold because of the journey, she made the place feel more like your own as you forced her to watch bad shows and scary movies with you, making her laugh even if the scene was terrifying for her to watch.

You glanced at the screen on your phone, reading the time out loud.

“when are they getting here?” she asked, taking a sip of the aforementioned red bull that she had kept beside her on the ground.

You sighed, stretching. “twelve ten.”

“they’re late.” She says. “what if they’re, like, not the best people?”

“im sure they’re not the worst. Besides, I’ll remind myself that what I had before that was an hour and a half of commute and the tiniest bathroom known to man.”

“and you’ll have me,” she says, shrugging.

“and I’ll have you.” you parrot, opening your mouth to say something else but being cut off by three loud knocks.

Noor give you a knowing look, the both of you getting up from your seats as she adjust her hair. Taking a deep breath in, you open the door with a smile.

“hey guys!” you say, being greeted by marco’s smiling freckled face, his hair swooping over his forehead just like the day he showed you around the apartment.

“hi,” he speaks, his voice getting drowned out by connies loud one.

“hey roomie! We almost got lost while coming here. place is like a maze.” He says, slinging his arm over marcos shoulder. You breath out a laugh, “right? Crazy ass town planners,” you say, opening the door wider to let them in. as usual, jean doesn’t talk much, nodding at your as greeting as you wave back.

Pretty stranger. In your house. Or, your ex- house. And he looked good today, too, a brown hoodie with light blue loose fitting jeans, his hair covered by a hat so that you could only see the tips of them through it. His keys hung off of one of his belt loops, his fingers accessorized with silver rings. He smelled nice, too, you noted.

“woah,” you heard connie say. Looking back at him, you saw him looking at noor with a small smile on his face. Noor, on the other hand, had the expression she always wore when men approached her.

Mild disgust.

You cleared your throat, “right, guys, this is noor. My best friend since highschool. That’s jean, marco and connie.”

“so youre the baldy,” she said, tilting her head towards connie, and in usual settings, this would be a slightly passive comment. But to connie, somehow, it translated as a challenge as he smirked, crossing his arms infront of his chest, trying to make himself bigger. Jean groaned from behind you, and marco, again, looked at you apologetically.

“the hair was a choice. People went too insane seeing how good I looked with longer hair so,” he waves a hand over his buzzed hair, “I shaved it all off as mercy.”

You grimace. Noor’s expression gets stronger as she sighs in annoyance. “yeah, I’d also go insane trying not to kill you.”

“do you guys… know eachother?” marco asks. you pick up the notebook from your bed again, rechecking the list of things you had. Jean leans on the wall next to you.

“she was my-“ “we were just in a group project together, don’t get it over your bald head.”

Jean snorted beside you as you gasped at the recollection. “oh my god youre the guy that gatekept all the information for the presentation!” marco joined in with jeans growing amusement, as connie’s face turned red in embarrassment.

His hands flew up in the air in defense. “hey, I was a freshman, I was…growing-“

“growing from being a complete piece of trash?” noor said.

“yes. No, I mean, like, I was trying to not be-“ “blah blah blah, you made us almost fail.” She said. “if only you could stop flirting with everyone in the group and actually do your work.” “it’s called charisma,” “charisma my ass.” She mumbled in response. You cleared your throat.

“alright, lets get to work before someone gets murdered in this place. Im sure it wouldn’t be the first time something like that happened here.” you say, picking up a relatively smaller box of all of your academic supplies.

Jean followed you, grabbing the box from your hand. marco agrees with you and heads to another, whereas connie sticks around noor, much to her dismay.

Marco speaks up as you keep the door open with your foot, standing near the doorway with a box of some of your clothes. “has…someone actually been murdered here?”

You shrugged. “a lot has happened here, apparently. Someone almost died because a pipe fell on their head. One day I came home late at night to police sirens-“

“oh yeah, what happened with that?” noor asks, finally being able to separate herself from connie who you glanced at. He seemed to be playing eeny-meeny-miney-moe with which box to pick up. “the left one is the lightest,” you tell him, and he shoots you a wide smile and two thumbs up.

Going back to the topic at hand, you catch noor – and marco – up on the…subtle crime that had occurred in the building. The infrastructure was extremely poor, making you confused between the creaking of pipes and the sounds of unwanted footsteps in the corridors late at night. It was kind of scary, living in such a cramped space with nowhere to hide while also not knowing if the noises you heard were simply because you were paranoid or because they were creaks of the weak building. But you didn’t mention any of that, focusing instead on the girl that moved out. You remembered her being really nice, even though you didn’t know her name, just her bright blue doe eyes and blonde hair. She always smiled at you when you saw her on the stairs or in the dingy elevator. She had an encounter with an almost criminal which made her call the cops, but apparently the guy was just her dad that she didn’t recognize. She had told you briefly in the lift that the two had a complicated relationship, so she was just surprised and scared after you asked her how she was doing. She soon mentioned she was moving out and living with her girlfriend and her roommate instead.

Marco let out a whistle when you reached the car, jean standing near the trunk and making space in it to accommodate for your stuff. “sounds very scary.”

“I survived,” you said, placing a box in the space jean had made, muttering a small thanks to him with a smile, earning a nod with a thin lipped smile – if you could even call it that.

“that’s insane lore from your friend,” connie says, haphazardly stuffing a box into the trunk, to which noor groans and rolls her eyes before having to readjust it herself. “yeah. I hope she’s doing well with her girlfriend.” You say.

“you kno-“ marco starts, but it’s cut off by his phone ringing with the tune of that really annoying sound on every social media platform, the one that repeatedly had the phrase ‘oh no, oh no’ with an incredibly annoying beat, making marco groan out connies name before picking it up.

“hey sash,” he spoke into the mic, talking to who you presumed to be the same sasha from your work.

“so, who’s coming in the car with you?” you ask jean while connie and noor continue their vehement words and insults thrown onto eachother, even though it was mostly connie trying to impress noor and the latter not having any of it.

Jean looks at you, squinting against the strong sunlight. His eyes are really pretty, you note, and he sighs before speaking. “well, we haven’t decided that yet. There probably wont be that much space in the car, considering all of… that.” He says, glancing at half your boxes that had already filled up the trunk. You nod, “right.”

This is the first time you’ve heard him speak for so long. You breathed in an awkward breath. Carrying a conversation with an uninterested person wasn’t new to you, and in normal circumstances, you’d have given up and opened your phone as distraction, but you were supposed to live with this guy. You couldn’t just live with someone you’d have to give awkward tight lipped smiles to everyday. no, you were more resilient than a couple dry sentences. Maybe he was just shy.

You opened your mouth to speak again, but were cut of by marco calling out your name, his hand outstretched with his phone in his palm. The screen flashed what you assumed to be sasha’s name, though it was named as ‘ice cream inhaler DO NOT CALL WHEN SHE…” the other part cut off because of it’s length.

“sasha wants to speak to you,” he said with an apologetic smile which you were sure was his resting face, as you smiled and took the phone from his hand.

“hey, sasha-“ you tried, but she had already cut you off with a sentence of her own. You hadn’t spoken to sasha other than for the few friendly exchanges you’d had with her when she was assigned a rare shift with you. she’d compliment you, you’d have to hold her back from eating all the send-backs. It was 50/50.

“hi! We’re going to be step-roommates!” she says, and you can hear the smile in her voice, forcing you to smile as well. “we are,” you reply.

“since obviously these idiots are going to tell you the best places to get takeout from, here’s the- oh, hold on. I’m getting called for an order. Give me, like, two seconds.” She says, the line going silent. You pulled the phone off of your ear, confused. Jean sighed from beside you, rolling his eyes and closing the trunk with a loud thud.

“she always does this-“ he steps next to you, holding his hand out for the phone. You hand it to him without question. “calls us when she’s in the middle of something and leaves the phone open. its dangerous-“ he says, taking the phone and placing it near his mouth, now loudly talking into the microphone. “Gordon Ramsey is the greatest chef in the universe,” he says loud enough for you to flinch with a smile as he mimicked your expression of slight amusement, smirking. This was the first time you were engaging in a longer conversation with him. Granted, he wasn’t actually speaking to you.

“she hates Gordon Ramsey. Doesn’t like how he always shouts instead of enjoying his amazing job. Her words, not mine.” He speaks, shifting the mic away from his mouth. Going back to the mic, he continues, “do you remember that fanfiction you made us read of him giving bi-“

“hi! Im back, new roomie-in-law!” she says before jean finishes his sentence. He clears his throat loud enough for sasha to hear. You can practically hear her roll her eyes, “and you, horseface.”

“hey!”

“I need a follow-up on the Gordon ramsay story. And the horseface name.” you say, taking the phone from jean’s hand and holding it like a mic.

“oh, you have a lot to catch up on if you’re gonna live with them, but don’t worry, I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Its going to take about three business days and three large pizzas, though.”

“deal,” you tell her with a smile, and jean scoffs as he walks away with his arms crossed over his chest.

“I have to go now, though, but have fun until I get there! And try not to lose your mind too much, jean and connie can do that to people.”

“I’ll try my best, sash.”

“I believe in you! bye!”

“buh-bye.”  

➷ Sunday, 1:24 p.m.

The group is divided into an imperfect two-to-three, with you, noor and marco opting for the bus and jean and connie travelling by jean’s car, which you assume is like travelling with a married couple that dislikes eachother.

Marco agrees. Theres barely any seats left on the bus despite the fact that it’s a Sunday morning with not a lot of work rush, and you have to cling onto the poles for support. Noor leans her shoulder on the same pole your hand grips, and marco’s head is supported by his arm which was raised and rested by the handles.

“they’ve always been like that,” he says with an adoring smile playing on his lips. Its only now that you notice how pretty marco is, and his eyes are soft as he talks about his friends. “you haven’t been in the same room as jean, connie and sasha. That’s the true test.”

You laugh. “how bad is it?”

He inhales, thinking, “one time, connie climbed on top of the fridge and jean was trying to get him out with a broom. Sasha was on the kitchen counter with her arms up, trying to get him down.” He says. “to this day, none of them know why he got up there in the first place but he just…did, and they weren't even drunk. fully sober.” he says with a smile and a shrug, shaking his head in disbelief. “so, that’s how bad it is,”

You smiled. Noor rolled her eyes, murmuring, "of course connie did that.”

“oh, yeah, you guys know each other, right?” marco asks, turning his head towards her a little, his smile unwavering. Now that you thought about it, it was hard to make his smile waver. The only time you had seen anything but a small smile on his face was when youo were describing you now past living situation to him. Noor groaned from beside you.

“overstatement. i was…acquainted with him, if anything. Only because I was forced to. The entire time, all he tried to do was flex his non-existent abs at me and make me laugh. I just…hate his guts.” She says, shaking her head and pursing her lips as if just the mention of connie’s name was making her mood turn sour. Maybe it was.

“I didn’t know that this connie was the same guy you told me about,” you said. She shook her head again. “nah, its okay. You couldn’t have known, anyway.”

Marco hums, “connie can be a bit… desperate. He sees someone pretty and immediately makes himself… dispensable?”

There was a slight pause before you spoke, tilting your head at his sentence. “did you just call him a slut?”

“that’s the most eloquent way of calling someone a fuckboy.” She says, still laughing.

Marco chuckles as noor bursts into her bright laughter. You count this as permission for your own laugh to bubble up.

The bus came to a stop with you and noor catching marco up to speed on your collective history and highschool lives, marco adding his own stories and laughter. you got off the bus kind of dreading the end of the ride, even though you were going to live with him, you hoped you’d get to talk to him a lot more. Marco seemed warm and inviting, and he had told the both of you – who were technically strangers to him – about how he’d grown up with four younger siblings and how he’d had to take care of them a lot, how jean kind of helped him with his familial life, how marco felt less like he had a role to play when he was with jean, connie and sasha. His open confession of admiration warmed you from the inside, and you hoped, selfishly and maybe a little too soon, that you’d fit into their house. It wasn’t just an apartment they’d shared as friends, but a place for them to be comfortable in. you felt like you were intruding.

And you felt it even more so as noor got a call from her classmate. You’d only overheard a bit of the call on the sidewalk as the three of you walked to the building, marco telling you about the time jean used to try to flirt with people and miserably failing, and somewhere in the middle of you trying to control your laughter and marco now fully making fun of his best friend, noor had stopped walking.

you looked behind you. her brows were scrunched up in confusion, a noticeable scowl growing on her face.

“no, wasn’t that…..yeah, I thought it was on Friday. He cant just change it like that! God, okay. I’ll come over, im not that far. Yep. Oh, and the presentation, too. We can give that work to lucy. Mhm, yeah. Yep, see you.” she said, hanging up and looking at you apologetically.

“I’m so sorry, guys, I have to leave. Apparently the professor who had assigned a project to us pushed the deadline to Tuesday instead of Friday.” She said.

“woah, what? They can do that?” marco asks. she nods, sighing frustratingly. “the guy teaching us is very old. He does this all the time, im pretty sure he’s a corpse already.” You laugh a little.

She says your name softly, “Im so sorry I cant-“

“it’s okay, noor. Ive got it covered. You’ve helped a lot as is.” You said, stepping forward and engulfing her in your arms. she fit there perfectly, squeezing your shoulders before letting go.

You smiled at her, “best of luck. Call me if you need anything, okay?”

She nods, “you call me too, after you’re settled.” Turning to marco, she continues, “it was so good meeting you! we have to meet again. I mean, I guess we will,”

Marco smiles, his eyes squinting. “of course, im glad I go to meet you as well. Best of luck on the assignment.”

Noor leaves, walking with double the speed. You watched her leave, her hair flowing slightly with the wind.

you sighed with a smile, turning back to marco, “so, where were we?”

Marco’s conversation capabilities served as a distraction from your own almost all-consuming thoughts. He continued telling you, in vivid detail, how jean had asked him to help with his promposal. He had gotten down on one knee for a girl he didn’t even know infront of almost the whole school, not heeding marco’s advice of getting to know her first before doing something large and irrational. Apparently, somehow, it had worked and despite facing some amount of embarrassment even years later, atleast he got the girl to go out with him for prom.

“Strangely uplifting and wholesome,” you said, stopping infront of the door as marco fished for his keys in his pockets.

“that’s jean for you,” he slipped the key into the slot, turning to you before opening the door. “oh, and just so you don’t step on a minefield – never call jean horseface. He’ll loose his mind.” He said. Before you could ask why, he had opened the door and you were bombarded with bickering once again.

“I told you, I don’t know-“ jean voice said. You presumed it was coming from the kitchen. Connie cut him off with a smirk you knew was present on his face without even having to see it, “oh, really? And you just hid this information from us, conveniently-“

Marco cleared his throat loudly. You shed your coat and hung it up on the rack, smiling at the two of them, waving.

Connie smiled widely, waving at you with his fingers. Jean gave you a tight lipped smile.

“uhm-  your boxes are kept in your room,” jean said, a cup of coffee in his hand. you could read the big, bold black letters from where you were standing – “HOTTEST MILF IN TOWN”. You nodded with a smile, opening your mouth to say something before he cut you off again. Only then did you notice a slight blush covering his cheeks.

“if you need any help and stuff, I c- we can help, or whatever.” He said, shrugging before taking a sip of his coffee. Connie looked like he was going to burst out laughing, and you couldn’t tell why. It wasn’t unusual for you to feel out of place with people, but you were just made aware of the fact as you scanned them briefly.

“thank you. really, thank you guys for everything.” You say, looking at all of them. Marco smiled at you openly, jean refused to make eye contact with you, covering the bottom half of his face with the mug (how long was he going to take a sip?), and connie only nodded slowly, his eyes watering, his hand coming up to his mouth to hold in his laughter. your eyes went to jean’s. you pointed to his hand, “nice mug.” You said.

As soon as you turned around, though, he did not hold back. His laughter was only interrupted by small “you” and “thought” “she” and then an “oh my go-“  jean groaned and you didn’t hear him defend himself, or marco laughing along with connie, as you opened the door to your room.

Your room.

You were never good with change. You sighed, looking at all the boxes – some scattered and some stacked. You guessed the stacked ones were jean’s work. The heavier boxes were on the bottom while the lighter ones balanced on top of them. The scattered boxes had to be a job done by connie. You appreciated it nonetheless, sitting down on the one patch that wasn’t occupied, scanning the room, making notes on how you’d change it. Connie was still laughing outside, only that jean was defending himself with horrible tactics. You leaned back, stealing a glance at the scene – his hands were plugging his ears, eyes shut tight as he sang loudly and terribly “baby you light up my world like nobody else-“ marco covering his mouth with a fist, his shoulders shaking as he laughed silently. You smiled.

Sure, you’d feel like an intruder. But you could try hard not to be. You refused to sink into the same cycle that you had been in in highschool, but you also refused to be alone. Taking a deep breath in, you shouted, all with a smile still present on your face.

“hey!”

The three looked at you. jean’s voice was still singing (again, terribly), and marco had to elbow him to shut him up. “I saw a pizza place down the corner. Edo you guys wanna order and try it out?”

Marco agreed instantly, and connie was immediately hopping off of his seat, opening the cabinets and taking out some mugs. Jean only looked at you. you took that as a win.

“we can drink cheap wine-“ connie said, which seemed to snap jean out of his stupor. “its not cheap, I paid a whole eight dollars for it!”

Marco cleared his throat as you made your way to the kitchen counter again, slipping onto one of the barstools. “you mean five dollars.”

“when are you going to stop treating us like common whores?” connie asks, turning around with his arms full of mugs, all with different writings on them.

Jean scoffed, “when you stop treating me like your provider.”

“provider? I hardly know he-“

“I will KILL YOU CONSTANCE.” Jean says. You laugh, marco joins, connie flinches at jeans voice, ducking under the table to shield himself.

You’d try. You’d try hard to not be an intruder.

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[bowandcurtsey]

{1700 event}

tw: smut / nsfw / lemon / minors dni / unchecked works

okay I'm excited for this one because it's the ABO verse (alpha / beta / omega) And we have imprinting AND SMUT HOLYYYYYY. I'm kinda rusty at smut so please, just forgive me.

Settings: modern world / ABO universe

Licht x f! reader

You took a deep breath of the fresh air and enjoyed the gentle sea breeze. Finally, you were starting your long awaited solo vacation.

A long island iced tea in one hand and your phone in another, you lay on your beach chair and decided to take a video to upload it to your socials.

Someone walked into the frame of your video, covering the view of the beach.

“Oh, pardon me.” He quickly hastened his pace.

His gentle voice forced your attention to break away from your phone to the direction of the voice.

At the moment you both made eye contact, you felt sparks shivering down your entire body.

A handsome young man, pale skin with ash grey hair pulled back into a tiny man bun, stared right back at you with golden orbs. Despite his lean build, his stare gave you such authoritative vibes that it make your knees go weak.

He was an alpha, no doubt.

He wasn't sitting too far from where you were, so you stole glances every now and then, checking him out.

You sneakily tried to take a picture of him and wanted to send it to amy, your best friend.

bbg.. this man's sooooo fine, check him out

A figure loomed over you, shading you from the sun. You jumped up from your seat seeing that it was the man you were texting Amy about.

"hi." his eyes maintained contact with yours, making your heart race.

"h-hi..?" you squeaked under his intense presence, you could feel some changes in your body and it was starting to get hotter.

"you've been checking me out for some time, do I know you?"

A wave of embarrassment crept up on you as your tongue turned gibberish; unable to produce the right words to say. Damn this alpha being so sleek and confident about himself!

"My name's Licht, what's yours?"

"y/n. sorry I mistook you for someone else." you said lamely.

"oh. alright." he shrugged, and you thought that was it, he was gonna go away and everything was just gonna be over.

But he pulled in closer, his breathe warm on your cheeks, whispering into your ears,"but it seems I have imprinted on you, so I'm not gonna let you go so easily now, omega."

imprinted?? on you? is that even possible? You figured that he just wanted to get into your pants and have probably done so before in the past.

He smiled a smile that looked so soft and gentle on the outside but left shivers running up your spine.

"y-you're crazy!" you quickly pushed him away before you lost control of yourself and got up. You gathered up your things hastily but as you were about to grab your bag and go, Licht held onto your hand.

"I thought you said I was fine? in your text to your friend?" he smile again, this time you swore you saw a little glint in his eyes.

"This is invasion of privacy!" your face was feeling hot.

"I mean, you just took a picture of me without my permission, you know?" he gave you a little wink, sending butterflies running amok in your stomach.

"can i treat you to dinner, y/n? as an apology for everything today. I genuinely want to get to know you."

"No, i'm good." you said and left for the public showers.

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God had to be seriously playing a damn prank on you when you went on heat while in the showers. You made sure to wrap yourself up even though it was a hot day out to suppress your scent as much as possible.

But as an omega, you always gave off very strong pheromones while in heat and it always attracted unwanted alphas.

"hey pretty doll, where are you headin? need a ride?" a redhead came up to you the moment you were out. "you're giving off a really sweet scent~"

"go away!" you barked at him

"fiesty, but thankfully, we redheads love a little spice, baby girl."

"leave her alone," Licht appeared once again.

"hey, I got to her first." the redhead tried to size licht up.

With a light push, the redhead was thrown into the walls as you stood there, mouth agape. He turned around to look at you with the same mysterious smile again.

He grabbed your hand this time, with a firm hold, as if he's not gonna let you go unless you followed him.

"I'll send you home." he said after seating you into his tesla.

He leaned over to buckle your seat belt for you, his close presence make your body shiver from his alpha scent, your legs involuntarily crossed each other so you could clamp your thighs together tightly to get some sort of ease from the painfully growing heat in your groin.

You couldn't help but steal some glances at the man in the driver's seat. His long slender fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, his eyes that seemed to hold the sun peeking from underneath the sunglasses.

Even from the jacket he was wearing, you could see that he was well-built, despite his lean figure. And his crotch-

There was a tent.

Right, he was an alpha that just imprinted on you and you were an omega in heat right now. Your scent was overbearing in this small space.

You were touched at his level of self control; a normal alpha like your ex would have just pounced on you, whether you were willing to or not. This man still managed to make small talks with you, but all you could look at were his adam's apple throbbing up and down his throat, thinking about how sexy it was.

You peeked at his "tent" a few times, it was already massive from under the fabric, and you couldn't help but wonder about the size when it was unraveled..

You felt your inner thighs getting sticky from your lustful thoughts and uncomfortably switched legs to cross.

Licht's hands gripped onto the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. He stepped on the accelerator hard and reached your place quickly.

"t-thank you." you unbuckled your seat belt.

"Welcome. Be careful of Alphas when you're on your heat."

"why did you imprint on me?" you asked suddenly and quietly. You really wondered, how did this handsome, perfect man could ever fall for someone like you.

"falling in love and imprinting on someone is not really by choice, I just have an urge to protect you, mark you and mate you." he said it flatly.

The idea of being marked and mated with Licht sent your body into overdrive, the heat in your arousal becoming unbearable as your breathing started to get laboured. You curled your toes and clenched your thighs tightly together.

Licht leaned in towards you, one hand reaching out to press against the door on your side, caging you in the passenger seat, "why does it seem that you liked what I just said?"

"n-no..." you mewled.

"you sure..?" he leaned closer to your ears, voice turning into a whisper, "don't think I didn't notice you looking at my dick."

He stroked the tip of your earlobe with his tongue, causing you to whimper.

He gave a small chuckle hearing your whimper and placed his palm on your knees, drawing small and gentle circles on your skin, "your body is giving out so much pheromones that it's almost choking me, sweetheart."

His touch made your body yearn for a release so much that the pain in your below started to get more unbearable. Your mind was getting hazy and you felt like you were about to pass out.

Curse you and your omega type, your bad timing heat AND your indecent thoughts on this man. Your hand reached out to tug on his forearms, "h-help me.."

His teeth gritted together as he swallowed slowly, pulling all of his strength together to not tear off all your clothes and rut crazily into you at this instant.

His hands glided up your knees and up your thighs as your other hand fist onto his shirt. He reached to your inner thighs, feeling your arousal on them.

"You're that soaked? or you've already cummed from your dirty thoughts of me?" he pulled back a little to question you, but your face was already bright red with your mouth slightly agape.

Your reaction made Licht yank you into a passionate kiss, pressing you down against the leather seats. His fingers finally reached your crotch, trying to get access.

"Help me out here, baby girl. Spread out for me."

Your hand let go of his shirt and reached out to pull your fabric to one side as you parted your legs so he could reach into you easily.

"so wet, jesus." he commented as his fingers touched your soaking hole.

You moaned impatiently as you felt the tip of his fingers brush against your entrance. Your hand that was on his forearm pulled him closer to you, begging for intrusion.

He put two digits into you with ease, filling up your cunt with his long slender fingers. Your walls gushed against him, swallowing and clenching against his fingers.

His thumb swirled against your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you, forcing out cries and lewd moans from your throat. Your hips tried to rub against his hand, desperate to find your release.

You finally found the knot growing in your stomach and your moans started to get louder, not giving a care in the world about anyone that was outside of this car.

Licht suddenly pulled his fingers out of you, earning a cry from your mouth.

"Sorry sweetheart, I can't take it anymore," he unbuckled his pants and freed his member.

You stared. It was indeed huge.

He wrapped his fingers around himself, giving his penis a good few pumps. You could see his arousal forming at the tip of his sword.

"come," he beckoned for you to sit on his lap, "take all you want sweet thing."

Your gaping hole wanted him, seeing his member made you want to rut crazily on his cock.

You crawled on top of him with all your strength, straddling him, hovering your entrance above his dick.

Licht pulled your thighs further apart, so your hold opened wider as he slowly guided you to lower yourself.

His tip pierced through your entrance, electrifying your senses, pushing against your gummy walls.

You slowly but impatiently sat on him, swallowing his huge cock to it's hilt, whilst your body froze and your mouth was slightly agape in silence at the intensive pleasure.

You finally sat down fully, mewling at his tip pressing against your deepest spot. You could already feel the knot in your abdomen arising again as you naturally rocked against his hip.

"That's it, good girl." he coaxed you, as he reached into your shirt and underneath your bra to fondle with your nipples.

"ahh~" you cried out again, "cumming.. m cumming!"

"mhmm, good girl, cum by yourself on my dick,"

you bounced up and down, letting his tip kiss your cervix again and again until you felt a wave of pleasure tipping over.

Licht felt it too; your walls clamping so tightly against him, your bouncing getting weaker, so he steadied you with both his arms and rutted mercilessly into you.

The stimulation and the sudden speed sent you into your climax suddenly, bursting all kinds of pleasure nerves in your body as your body froze for seconds.

Your walls pulsate against his dick violently as you felt fluid squirting out of you. Your mouth was in a silent o while you were stuck in your euphoria.

You screamed at the overstimulation when he continued pounding into you as you came down from your high.

"bear with me.." he said through gritted teeth as he continued his rampage.

With one last hard thrust, he emptied himself into you.

You collapsed against him, catching your breath as he stroked the back of your hair.

"Be my mate and let me mark you." he said in between breaths, "I want to knot you over and over so you can have litters of my kids."

[fuck-customers]

Guess who got radicalized at her Malwart job today?! This girl. ✋(Sorry this is kinda long, tw transphobia?)

I am a cis girl, but I kinda look like a dude. I'm fat but practically flat chested, I don't wear makeup, and when I wear my long hair up I get called dude and sir a lot. It doesn't really bother me, and most people realize their mistake when they hear my voice or notice my long hair (why long hair=automatic girl idk, but whatever). Even my name could be a boy or a girl's, so it doesn't help people's confusion.

I'm a cart returner at Malwart. The other day I had to go to the bathroom, and rather than walk through the whole store to the employee restrooms in the back, I just used the ones near the entrance. No one was inside when I came in, so I went in a stall and did my business. Even sat on my phone watching videos and playing games for a while because fuck the corporate overlords. While I was in there, I heard a mom and a kid come in. Mom was struggling to help them pull their pants down and go potty, kid was fussing and probably in need of a nap. I don't think anything of it and kept playing games on my phone till I got bored and finished up.

When I left the stall mom and kid were at the sink, and mom whipped her head around to look at me like I had just jumped out and yelled BOO! Whatever, I assume she just didn't know anyone else was in there with her. I give her a smile and go wash my hands. "Excuse me," I hear her say to my left. Again, I don't think anything of this, I just assume she's talking to the kid. I dry my hands and leave. "Ex-CUSE me!" I hear behind me as I leave. I turn around and she's followed me out of the bathroom, tugging the grumpy kid along.

Her: Why were you in the ladies restroom?

Me, confused: Pardon?

Her: You were in the LADIES room!

Me, still confused: ...Yes?

Her: The MENS room is RIGHT THERE!

Me, having a realization: Ma'am what are you implying?

Her: Don't play dumb with me! You were in there with me and my CHILD!

Me: Yes, I was PEEING.

Her: In the WOMENS room! You're DISGUSTING!

She's shouting and people are staring at this point, and a member of asset protection (security basically) comes over. Unfortunately, I still look like a dude, and I don't know this particular coworker.

Security: Is there a problem ma'am?

Her: This MAN was just in the ladies room with me and my CHILD! I didn't know Malwart employed GROOMERS.

Me: Holy shit I was in a STALL and I left as soon as-

Security: Why didn't you go to the employee bathroom?

Me: It's at the back of the store!

Security: Well, I'm just saying, people like you should know you make people uncomfortable.

Me: I'M making people uncomfortable?! And SHE came in after ME! I didn't FOLLOW HER in there!

This went on for a few more minutes till security called for a manager to deal with ME, because I was the problem apparently. Thankfully the manager did know me, and helpfully informed them "She's a woman and she's worked here for 8 years you idiot." The security guy ran off with his tail between his legs and the manager let me go back to my job while she tried to calm down the lady.

Later that same manager came to me and said "Why didn't you just tell her you're a woman?" and I said "Would that have mattered to her? She would have assumed I meant I'm a transwoman anyway. Her mind was made up about me," and the manager just shook her head and said "You just made the whole situation worse"

I made the situation worse. I was harassed just because of what I look like, and I made the situation worse. I gotta admit I used to be pretty "well I can understand why some people would be uncomfortable" about trans people, but now? Fuck transphobes. Fuck ANYONE who would treat someone like shit just because of what they look like.

@staff I HATE the new text editor!

[90percentstudios]

an update on bringing ckc to google play

this is partially a rant and partially an update on how porting ckc has been, ((it's probably very boring so feel free to read the tldr)). after having gotten the entire pa series on the platform i thought this'd go smoother, but i guess i was wrong. every time we submitted the game for review we were notified of an issue (which is fair, google's got policies and standards and whatnot, that's okay, and these were very fixable, albeit, required a lot of guessing and checking given how vague the issue notifications were, i'm just frustrated with the last issue):

issue 1: inaccurate target audience. google play presumed the game was for kids for two reasons: "animated characters in the app icon" and "multiple references to keywords related to children" in the app description. which means can't have cody in the icon (i tried a few different versions of the icon where i tried to make him look less toony, but had to resort to using the ckc logo because it seemed google just wasn't having it, though it's hard to tell with how vague their emails were). i also removed as many instances of the word "kid" as possible (so yup, can't talk about cool kids in the app description). thankfully they didn't make me change the game's name too. after a few resubmissions they've notified us of a new issue.

issue 2: violation of misleading claims policy. okay this was my bad, the changed icon was reflected in the google play store but not the app itself. fixed this real quick, and then they hit me with another warning.

issue 3: violation of broken functionality policy, "app installs but doesn't load". the game does load on every testing environment we use, on our own phones, we can make in-app purchases and everything. we kinda saw this coming though since we were issued this warning with all the purrfect apawcalypse games. a lot of other devs who use renpy have also complained about this. andy and i are pretty convinced this is an issue on google's end, but no matter how much pestering the renpy community does it seems like google's not interested in trying to work with us to fix this. purrfect apawcalypse seemed to be approved randomly after spamming submissions, so we kind of assume something about google's testing environment depends on... what tester you got? the time of day you submit? the freakin' weather? we planned to submit ckc for review again until:

issue 4: violation of enforcement process policy. app status: "suspended". yup, hours after getting an email about issue #3, cool kid cody got suspended because of "repeated app rejections". surprising, given we submitted ckc a total of 7 times, which i just didn't think was a lot given the dozens of times we submitted purrfect apawcalypse.

there was no heads up from google, no "you've got 1 submission left", no real back and forth with a human, which i guess is to be expected from the giant machine that is google but man, i would've loved if someone emailed us saying "HEY DUMBASS, you keep submitting this game but we have an issue with THIS part specifically, this word here, this part of the image here", instead of the same "app installs, but doesn't load" vague bs. give us something to help us fix the issue. i'm happy to fix it, just give me a logcat or something damn.

anyway, all this is to say i'm pretty disappointed with this whole process. i've submitted an appeal and if that doesn't work then at least google told us "you can submit an updated, policy compliant app using a new package name and a new app name". (so i guess we might have to change the app's name anyway? who knows). what's sad is this game was so ready, and why was this an issue with ckc but not pa? maaaaaaaaan.

tldr: we're having trouble getting cool kid cody on google play, we put in an appeal but there's just no knowing when ckc will be approved if ever.

[themultifandomgal]

Matt- Meeting Him

My first day as the new trauma surgeon and I'm already late. What a great first impression. I slide into the drivers seat of my car, placing my bag on the front seat I put on my seatbelt and pull off my driveway.

It's winter and so cold in Chicago that I go go turn the heating on, that's when I realise a car is heading straight towards me. Am I on the wrong side of the road? No. It's them. Swerving so I don't have a head on collision I end up rolling down a bank hitting a tree then I black out.

My head is pounding when I come to... not a good sign. I reach up to touch my head and see blood... great I've cut my head open and probably have a concussion. I go to open the car but the door won't budge. I lean over to try the other but I can't reach, my belt is in the way. I try to unbuckle my seat belt but it's stuck. My phone is on the floor where I can't reach. I'm stuck. All I can do is hope that help is on its way and soon, because I'm pretty sure I can smell gas now.

Thankfully I'm not waiting long when I hear sirens so I do the only thing I can think of to get their attention and that's honk my horn. I then see some men in fireman gear stood at the top of the bank. I can relax. I manage to roll down my window when one of the men arrive

"My seatbelt is stuck. I can't open the door" I tell the man

"Ok we're going to get you out of here. Capp get the spreaders. Can you tell me your name?"

"YN YLN. Today was meant to be my first day as the new trauma surgeon at Med"

"Well you sure are going to make one hell of a entrance YN" the fireman jokes with me

"I think I can smell gas"

"Ok. Hang in there. Capp the spreaders now!" He yells and a guy who I'm guessing is called Capp runs down the bank "let's get you out of here"

"What's your name?" I ask

"Severide. Kelly Severide"

That was 2 weeks ago. Im now back at work and feeling a lot better than I did that day so I've baked the firehouse cookies on my day off

"Hey can I help you?"

"Oh errm hi. Is Kelly here? I wanted to drop these off for him and the guys who helped me a few weeks ago"

"Yeah come with me" I follow the man to see Kelly sat at a table with Capp and Cruze who helped me

"Special delivery"

"I just wanted to say thank you for helping me. These are for you guys" I give Kelly the box of biscuits

"You didn't have to"

"Yeah I did. Anyway I best go. I have an appointment to go to"

"You got another car?"

"No" I say quickly "No I'm well it's kinda embarrassing really but..."

"I get it. Want a lift?"

"Oh no I couldn't..."

"It's ok. I'll take her. Gotta go fill up the truck" the man beside me say

"Well there you go. Don't be a stranger YN"

"I won't. Thank you again"

"If I'm giving you a lift I guess you best know who I am. Matt Casey, Lieutenant"

"It's good to meet you Matt. I'm YN. Trauma surgeon"

"Ahhh your YN. Severide was on about you when squad went out that day" Matt helps me into the truck. I take in a deep breath when he closes it the door. I'm ok, everything's ok. I tell myself. Matt opens the door his side and gets in

"You ok? You look pale"

"Yeah. Just since the accident I've struggled with cars and moving vehicles"

"You'll be ok in here. Don't worry" I give Matt a small smile, his presence seams to calm me for some reason

"So where shall I drop you off?"

"At Med"

"Is everything ok?"

"Oh errm yeah. It's with Dr Charles about the errrr the anxiety with driving"

"I see. Well if you ever need a lift anywhere you can call me"

"I don't have your number"

"Yet" Matt gives me a wide smile which makes me laugh

"Isn't it frowned upon to flirt with the people you save?"

"I didn't save you. Severide did"

"Fair enough"

Before I know it I'm outside of Med

"Here" Matt grabs a piece of paper and pen and scribbles something onto it "my number. Phone me if you want picking up"

"Thank you. Seriously thank you" I take his number making a mental note to add it into my phone later. I leave the truck and wave him goodbye before heading into Med for my appointment.

[pbforeva]

updates will prob be once a week now

chapter fifteen

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Paige's pov:

After that night when I told Azzi everything that had happened, Azzi has been on a mission to keep me busy. It's been tiring, but I'm also grateful she cares enough to do that. Thankfully she hasn't told the other girls yet.

Azzi is trying to get me to go kayaking with her today, and I have nothing better to do so I guess i'm going. I throw on my swimsuit and grab my bag before dragging myself out of my dorm. I look behind me before I shut the door to yell a goodbye to Aubrey.

I turn around and head toward the exit when I hear a familiar voice. The soft voice that I used to listen to everyday was coming from around the corner up ahead of me. I stop, frozen in fear, wondering what I'm supposed to do in this situation. She definitely doesn't want to see me, and I don't know if I'm ready to see her, let alone talk to her.

Unfortunately my thinking is interrupted by a gasp that came from Evelyn. My first instinct is to sprint back to my dorm, but I can't move from my spot on the floor. I try to think of something to say, but what do I say to her? Uh sorry I kissed you I was just joking??? Thankfully she speaks before I can get anything stupid out of my mouth

"Hey, Paige," She says softly.

Not knowing what else to say, I just say "Hey," back. But then I quickly decide to add, "What are you doing here?" looking back at her.

Looking nervous, she says "Well I'm staying with Ashlynn right now because I kinda broke up with Blake." She looks down at her shoes as she finishes.

I let out a surprised gasp because I never believed she was ever going to break up with him. "I'm so happy for you Evelyn, and if you're ok with it I think we should catch up sometime." I say deciding to just go for it.

"Yeah, that'd be nice Paige! Are you free tomorrow?" She says looking surprisingly happy.

"Yeah!" I say with a smile now on my face.

We agree to text later about the details of our plans and we part ways. When I look down at my phone I realize I'm late to meeting with Azzi and have a few missed calls from her. Oops.

Blake's POV:

These past few days have been a bit of a blur, so I'm glad I'm finally going home to relax a bit. Surprisingly, I'm kind of excited to see Evelyn, I mean it has been quite a while since I saw her last. She just better not be annoying, I'm not in the mood to lose it right now.

I walk up the steps to our apartment and wonder why she wanted me to come home. She usually doesn't care what I do, but whatever, she probably just missed me or something.

I throw open the door and yell that I'm home, but after taking off my shoes I look around for Evelyn. Our normally messy apartment is unusually clean, so Eve is probably just asleep after cleaning I guess.

I walk to our bedroom, to check if she's in there. But instead seeing her asleep on the bed, I see the closet wide open with all of her clothes missing. What? I make my way to the bathroom and again see all her things missing?

Confused, I walk back to the kitchen, this time seeing a small piece of paper on the countertop. When I look closer, I realize it’s a note.

Blake, I've loved you since freshman year here at Uconn, and I think some part of me always will love you.

Some part?? What is she trying to say?

Our relationship was amazing, but it has become unfathomably toxic and damaging.

The more I read, the angrier I get. What does she mean our relations ship was amazing? Are we not still in one?? And toxic, how is loving each other toxic, I mean I know I get mad sometimes but it’s not that serious.

I can't continue on like this, and our love is no longer enough to keep us together.

What. She didn’t even want to tell me in person? She can’t just make this decision for us, this is a two person relationship.

I'm sorry, but I have to leave and I hope you understand.

            

Love,

         Your Eve

I slam my hand down on the countertop. She wants me to understand? How am I supposed to understand when she is acting like such a bitch? If she wants to break up so badly, why would she call herself ‘My Eve’?

I’m angrier than ever. I need to find her.

Evelyn's pov:

Thankfully, my exchange with Paige wasn’t as awkward as I had imagined it would be. I hope she understands why I had to leave that night. I’d love to start hanging out with her again, I mean she’s just so fun, and I’m starting to miss her. Since it’s been a few hours, I decide to text her about our plans for tomorrow.

Paige

Hey, so what time did

you want to meet up tomorrow?

I was thinking around

2:30 if that’s good for you

Yeah that works! Wanna

meet at the coffee shop

so we can grab some?

Yeah! that would be

fun, see you tomorrow

See you tomorrow!

Wow, that was pretty easy, I feel like it always takes forever to make plans with my friends.

Soon Ashlynn comes home and I decide it’s time to debrief her on everything that happened between Paige and I.

I start by telling her how she slept over after I got back from the hospital and we went to beach later, but stayed later than everyone else. I told her about how after she drove me back, she kissed me and I kinda freaked out and ran out of the car.

“WHAT? Why didn’t you tell me this when it happened, and why did you run off?” She intensely questions.

“Well I ran off because I had so many things holding me back like my parents and Blake, but I’m sorry I didn’t tell you soon I was trying to process it myself. But Paige and I are good now I think, I mean we’re hanging out tomorrow.” I reply sheepishly.

“Well you two seem good for each other and I think you should go for it.” She says while shrugging.

Her reply shocks me and my wide open mouth showcases that, but before I get the chance to say something, there’s a knock at the door.

—

i think we all know who it is

[siphisket]

How To Fix Coloring you accidentally did with Night Light Settings On

If you're a chronic Night Light Settings user like me, you might be at risk of screwing up your intended color scheme when making digital art. At the end of the day, it's not really a big deal if everything is slightly bluer than you wanted, but if you're as particular about it as I am, here's the solution I figured out for my own work in Clip Studio Paint!

[More under the cut]

Quick Aside: What is Night Light?

For anyone who doesn't know, Night Light is a display setting on Windows computers that casts an orange-y overlay across your screen to reduce the amount of blue light it usually gives off. Regardless of whether blue light is actually "harmful," I use it pretty often cuz it makes my eyes and head hurt a lot less after working on my computer all day. The only thing I always try to turn it off for is when I'm coloring/rendering my art, because it skews your perception of color.

(For example: I forgot to turn off Night Light while I was coloring a character yesterday. It looked fine on my computer screen, but if I had sent it to my phone or posted it somewhere, I would have realized that without the orange-y overlay, the skin looked jaundiced and all the blues looked kinda green. Which I did realize this morning. Hence the post lol.)

Solution:

First, I created a masking layer (i forgot to make it an actual masking layer but the function is practically the same shshshhhh) to recreate the orange-y tone Night Light had given me last night. I ended up choosing the blending mode Linear Burn and took the opacity down to 15%, but it'll probably depend on how high you keep your Night Light settings and what your end goal is.

Then, I created a Tone Curve correction layer above it to get the blue values back where I wanted them. I ended up going with a down-up S curve as depicted in the image below. It definitely wasn't perfect, but it got my colors back in the ballpark of where I wanted them!

Lastly, I went in and touched up any areas that needed special attention with individual correction layers (or just recolored entirely where needed — which thankfully wasn't much after steps one and two!)

Anyway, I don't usually post this kind of thing but I had trouble finding any other solutions online, so hopefully this can fill that info gap. If anyone else has found other solutions tho please share!

[story-stew]

[☎👽💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩]  Nikku x Fem Reader

Oh request open again, yay! Be ready for Nikku request cause again, I like Nikku very very much to the point even my best friend knows it cause I talk/mention about her nonstop ☝

Might as well put me as 🏳‍🌈 Anon cause I'm going to be requesting some Nikku or other characters but mostly Nikku, you're the only person who writes for hotline 024/sunset hills

Can I request smth where Nikku knows that the reader has a crush on her even though the reader thinks she straight when it's very clear that she has a crush on the polygurian.

That one roblox meme where a guy says "I'M NOT A KISSBOY" instead it's- "I'M NOT A KISSGIRL"

Aaa hello 🏳️‍🌈 anon! You're so like me in that way

But, yeah, I can definitely do that! Honestly, I wish hotline got slightly more attention just so people would write it about lmao

But thank you for asking!

Now onto the thingy

‎‧₊˚✧[ Nikku w/ a

Crushing!Reader ]✧˚₊‧

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(☎️👽💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩) - sunset hills headcanons + small scenario

(reader type) - feminine / AFAB

(‼️ warnings) - none

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

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♨ when I say you had it BAD for her please believe it cause holy SHIET

♨ when you two became friends it was an absolute turning point for your emotions just as it was hers

♨ soon after your love was PAINFULLY obvious. like. everyone knew.

♨ Clips knew. Nikku knew. Boyfriend knew. Girlfriend knew. Rude#1 knew. Gogo knew. Momo knew. Hell, LIMUS THE CAT KNEW.

♨ nikku honestly thought it was cute how you thought it was some sort of best friend love or something

♨ everytime someone asks you if you two were dating you bust out into a flustered mess explaining that you were straight and just friends

♨ sometimes, nikku will teasingly flirt and make innuendos with you just to get a reaction

❝ sooo, do you wanna continue the fun in your room? ❞

❝ ndjzKCJDJDJH—WHAT?? ❞

♨ but yeah you're so goofy. and closeted. goofy and closeted.

♨ nikku's kinda 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 when she's around you

♨ "I'M NOT A KISSGIRL" you clarify and scream at the top of your lungs

♨ nikku just probably ends up talking to you about it later when she thinks it's appropriate

♨ let's say you two were watching videos on her phone. she suddenly puts it down and starts to ask about how you feel toward her

♨ you let it RIP (but didn't forget to say, "but I'm straight!" at the end)

❝ so.. random question, but how would you describe me in one word? ❞

❝ oh, I can't just use one! there are so many words to describe you, like funny, smart, cool, pretty, awesome, hot, sweet, pretty.. did I say that already? ❞

❝ and you say you're straight? ❞

♨ After that, nikku had a come-to-asmodeux moment with you about your feelings and all the sappy stuff

♨ you were DYING inside when you finally put two and two together

♨ thankfully, you helped her realize that she liked you back too! .. and a lot of other things I won't get into

♨ and even after all that, you're still a flustered mess

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‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅