#the clock says I was only out for maybe 30-40 minutes?

[usodeshou]

Accidental exhaustion naps are wild. They take you under in a heartbeat, make you dream the most insane shit and then spit you back out, and after waking up you feel completely disconnected from time and space, as if you exist in a bubble that is a snapshot of reality surrounded by nothing but black emptiness, and if it were to burst, you'd turn into a mist of water along with it and simply fade away. Completely bonkers.

[elly-grace]

The love of my life

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warning: idiots in love

Word count: 1234

Disclaimer: just pretend that’s how the championship game went idk how it actually went lol.

LSU 2020

The Tiger stadium had never been so packed before. The atmosphere was the best it’s ever been. You could tell the players were definitely feeding off the vibes of the stadium.

“Burrow steps back looking for an open man down field. And he found his man Chase. He’s at the 40, 30, 20, 10. TOUCHDOWN TIGERS!”

The roar of the crowd is deafening. This was it, all that stood between them and the championship was 2 minutes.

Two minutes of amazing game play, two final minutes of being in a LSU tiger jersey for some. Two minutes of watching your best friends play on the field together for the last time.

Tears stream down your face knowing that your best friend led the team to an undefeated season. There was no doubt in your mind, he’s going to the NFL.

You're pulled out of your thoughts by your other best friend Myla elbowing you. As you come to your senses you feel someone stare at you. On the sidelines not paying any attention to the game was Joe Burrow. He looked at you concerned.

You motioned to him to turn around and pay attention to the game with a stern look on your face. He didn’t listen, he kept looking at you.

“How can two people be so oblivious?” Myla said in a sing-song voice.

You rolled my eyes at her and started walking to the fence of the bleachers where Joe could see you.

“Hey Burrow, pay attention to the game. You can’t ruin your perfect record. What if you need to go back out there?”

“You're crying?”

“I’ll tell you later. Now pay attention to the game.” You said then started walking back to your seat. By the time you made it back there were only 30 seconds on the clock.

The Tigers won the game. You were so happy and proud of your friends. But you were also sad Justin and Joe are going to the NFL draft. Tears start to stream down your face again.

“You seriously need to stop crying.”

You have Myla a dirty look.

“So you're not at all sad that Justin just played his last game with Joe and Marr? You’re going to have one sad boyfriend for a little bit.”

“Keep saying that’s why you're crying, I don't believe you.”

You just ignore her and run down to the tunnels to meet the boys. When you hear a voice call out to you

“Y/n wait up.” You turned around next to the tunnel to see Josh, a boy from your history class.

“Hey Josh, how are you?”

“Good, so I was wondering if maybe you want-“

He was cut off as you felt strong arms wrap around you.

“No she wouldn’t. Bye now.”

“Joseph, what if I wanted to go on a date with him?”

He scoffed, he was shocked by what you just said. You have never been one to accept date offers from men. He’d never admit it but he liked that, because that meant he still had a chance.

“Now tell me why you were crying.”

You couldn’t believe that this man just cockblocked you and is now making demands. You just scoffed, seeing Ja’marr walk out you ignored Joe and ran to Marr.

“CONGRATS MARR!” You gave him a hug. And he picked you up and spun you around.

Joe's heart broke a little at the sight. Justin saw the exchange between You and Ja’marr and walked over to Joe.

“You need to tell her.”

Joe looked up at Justin in shock.

“Tell her what?”

“Man we’re not oblivious, you’ve clearly got feelings for her. Tell her before someone beats you to it.” He said and Joe sighed he knew Justin was right but he didn’t know how to convey his feelings for you.

LSU February 2020

History lecture couldn’t go any slower. The lecture hall was small and stuffy, it was meant to fit 20 students tops. But this lecture was with 42 students. Sure, cram this lecture in the smallest lecture hall.

At least Myla and Ja’marr were in this class. The three of you are paying partial attention to the professor. You loved history and obviously were the one paying the most attention out of the three. Jotting down notes occasionally that undoubtedly Myla and Ja’marr were going to copy.

When the hour and a half was up you gathered your stuff and left. You didn’t hear the voices calling after you. Finally a hand reaching your shoulder startled you.

“Hey Y/n how was lecture?”

You turned around to see Joe, you’ve been avoiding him since he cockblcoked you. You rolled your eyes and started walking away again.

“Y/n I’m sorry. How many times do I need to say it till you forgive me?”

“Please leave me alone Joe.”

“Y/n please you’re my best friend.”

“Maybe I’m tired of being your friend.”

“You. You don’t mean that.”

“I- I can’t be your friend Joe.”

“Y/n stop. Tell me what’s wrong”

“I have to go.”

You walked away as tears started to stream down your face.

“I THINK I LOVE YOU Y/N.”

You froze, too shocked to move. Finally you pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. You’ve wanted to hear those words out of his mouth since last year. When you met it was love at first sight. You finally turn around and see tears on his face as well.

“I-I, have feelings for you Joe.”

“Then please stay even if we’re just friends. If we date and things don’t work out. I can't lose you.”

“Why would you date me?”

“Because as I stated I think I have feelings for you. Hell, I think I love you. Please let me take you on a date. One date is all I ask.”

“One date if things don’t go well l then friends.”

“Deal”

A smile appears on both of your faces.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you that for a while”

You stared at him dumbfounded.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was afraid you didn’t feel the same. But seeing you almost walk out my life I knew I needed to tell you. You deserved to know at least.”

“Joe, how could you have thought I didn’t feel the same? I’ve been falling for you since Marr introduced you to me.”

You both laugh realizing you could have been together since last year.

“Let’s get out of here. Also you owe me an answer still.”

He grabbed your hand as he dragged you out of the building.

“Of course you’d remember.”

“The girl I'm pretty sure I'm in love with was crying, of course I remember.”

“I was crying cause that was the last time I’ll ever see you in a tigers uniform. The last time you and Marr will play together. The last time you and Justin will play together.” You paused. “The last time I might ever get to see you do what you love. At least in person because you're going to the nfl.”

“Y/n I’m not leaving you! I’m going to call you every night from wherever I’m drafted to. You’ll be at some of my games I know, I’ll even save the tickets for you Ja’marr and Myla.”

“Okay I am totally in love with you.”

Joe leans in.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes”

[strangerthingslover69]

Your Russian Professor ~ part 1

You have recently joined Hawkins University and are studying Russian, you’ve always love the language and wanted to learn it you also thought it was kind of sexy. It’s your first day and you take the empty seat at the front ready to learn. Only one small problem. You can not stop undressing your professor with your mind No warnings ~ Just inappropriate thoughts and flirting, definitely sexual tension ~

Your alarm goes off at 6:30am, it’s a Monday, looking a bit gloomy outside but nothing can put a dampener in your day. Today is your first day at Hawkins university. You moved into the dorms last week so you could get settled into your new home for the next few months. You’ve picked to study Russian. You’ve always been fascinated with Russia since you were little, your grandparents were from there and they use to tell you stories about their homeland. Your favourite ones included the snow, you were born and raised in LA so never really experienced snow. It sounded magical.

You got up and headed to your shower, you somehow had managed to get a room just for yourself so you could be as free as you wanted. After your shower you got dressed, you wanted to look nice but feel comfy so you went for a a pair of black ripped jeans that complimented your curves and a simple tank top with a zip up hoodie, you put on your trainers and was ready for your day. Before you went to class as it was still early you walked to the cafeteria to grab some breakfast. You opted for some yogurt with granola and berries and a coffee. As you sat down and started to eating your breakfast you browsed your Russian language book. Even though your grandparents are from Russia you never learnt it, you regretted that. You tried to but would get frustrated and confused as it looked all jumbled up. But this year you decided to crack on and attempt to learn it properly. Once your breakfast was finished you put your book into your bag and got up to put away your dishes. As you stood up you turned quickly and bumped into someone spilling the remaining of your coffee down them. You were mortified. Day one and you do this well done Y/N.

‘Shitting hell, I am so sorry! I’ll pay for any dry cleaning.’ You say in a hurry gathering a clean tissue from your pocket trying to clean the mess you’ve made. ‘Don’t worry, accidents happen’ a hand grabs your wrist to get you to stop rubbing his shirt, you are really just making it worse. You look up at the mystery person who you’ve covered in coffee. It’s a man who you think is his late 30’s or early 40’s. The bluest eyes you’ve ever seen and what you think is a quite strong Russian accent. You had to look up quite a bit you were only 5 foot and he was at least 6 foot. ‘Sorry, I should have been more careful’ you say in a small voice. The man takes the tissue from your hand and gives you a reassuring smile, ‘do not worry, honest. I didn’t like this shirt much anyway’ he said with a chuckle. ‘You best get to your class, they’re starting in 5 minutes.’ He said pointing to the clock. ‘Oh shitting hell, great first impression me being late, sorry again!’ You said as you were about to leave. ‘Miss…?’ The man asks. ‘Y/L/N’ you reply. ‘Miss Y/L/N, you need your bag no?’ He asks taking it from the table and passing it to you. ‘Shit, sorry…again. Thank you!’ You say taking it from his hand, you make a quick exit and head to you class. ‘Well done Y/N great start’ you say to yourself. You reach your classroom door, guess the teacher is late too you think to yourself you sigh with relief. Looking around the room as you walk in there’s one empty seat at the front. Of course there is. You plonk yourself down, the classroom isn’t too big so not overwhelming, maybe only holding 20 of you. You fumble into your bag and pull out your book setting it down on your desk. ‘Sorry I’m late, had a little spillage on the way. (Gesturing to his shirt) But never mind here now, доброе утро класс‘ (good morning class) you look up and instantly recognise the beautiful blue eyed man who you bumped into only 10 minutes ago. You can feel yourself going red, hoping no one will notice. He sets down his bag and books in the table, taking off his blazer. You can see his muscles through his sleeves, it hugs them quite nicely. He hasn’t seen you just yet. He turns to the chalk board and writes Professor Antonov. As his arm writes the letters you can’t help but look at his physique. His trousers tucked into his shirt, they are quite tight to on his bum. You wonder how good he’d look with nothing. Your mind snaps back to reality when he turns around scanning the classroom. His eyes meet yours, you shift uncomfortably in your seat. He gives you a warm smile, it helps you relax but not for long.

‘Each week you will have five key words to remember, you will need to remember how to pronounce them correctly and write them correctly.’ He turns around to write five words on the chalk board. He beings to read them out, ‘Привет, школьный класс, Америка, учиться and Извините‘ these are the five words I would like you to memorise, hello, classroom, America, learn and sorry’ he says sorry looking at you with a smile. You are definitely the same colour as a tomato now. You wonder if that last word was planned or a last minute change? As you write down the words in English you try to also copy the Russian lettering but are struggling. You continue anyway, there’s no way you’d be able to ask for help. Not from him, you really don’t know how you are going to make it through this class. He is so distracting with everything he does. The way he moves around owning the room. The way he speaks in English with his sexy accent and then his Russian native tongue, you are feeling very flustered so much so you have to take off you jacket. As professor Antonov is telling you about your assignment (to write a piece in Russian about yourself) you lean forward your chest resting on your arms pushing you boobs up revealing more cleavage. You didn’t notice this but he sure did. You see his eyes wonder down to your chest then quickly looking away as he finishes the class. ‘So you all understand? Good. Assignments needed by the end of this week, I need to see how well you are starting and to see if anyone needs any one to one help.’ He says as he dismisses you all from class. He sits down in his chair and you get your belongs together. You wrap your jacket around your waist and hesitantly make your way over to his desk once everyone has left. ‘Excuse me, Professor?’ He looks up at you with those dreamy eyes. ‘Everything okay Miss Y/L/N?’ His voice sends goosebumps all over your body, you wrap your arms around you self hoping your hard nipples don’t peek through. ‘I-I just wanted to apologise again for this morning. I can send your shirt to the dry cleaners o-or I can buy you another one’ you offer. Professor Antonov chuckles and stands up leaving his desk to stand in front of you. His hands lifts up and he puts it on your shoulder, ‘don’t worry about it. Honestly. I’ve got plenty more’ you shiver at his touch. ‘холод? (Cold) he asks as he clearly seen you shiver. You look at him confused but before you ask what it means he takes your backpack off your shoulders on pops it onto this desk. He reaches around your waist and unties your jacket. His hands brush past your hips making you shiver again. He knows exactly what effect he has on you. He knows you’ve only just met. He knows your his student. He knows the at least fifteen years older but he doesn’t seem to care. He lifts your jacket and places it onto your shoulders. Then he passes you your bag. ‘There you go Miss Y/L/N, nice and warm.’ He says to you as he leans on his desk to sit upon it. He takes out a post it note and pen and write something down on it. He passes the note to you. ‘This is my email. In case you need any help. No disrespect but you looked a little lost today ягниться (lamb) Email anytime and I will get back to you as soon as possible. Okay?’ You nod taking the note, ‘thank you Professor.’ He leans in a little closer to you ear. ‘Please call me Dmitri.’

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Not A Date, Remember?

After two weeks of testing that was frankly more difficult and stressful for Dr. Clef than for the tested, being me, I did promise my boss a totally not romantic social outing. Turns out, Clef off the clock and out of his "fear me, I'm the fucking devil" shtick is kinda fun. Just so happens, tonight is the costume contest. In hindsight, maybe '40's noir Poison Ivy was a bad costume idea.

It's been a rough patch, I'll admit. But... I'm holding up fine. My boss is not doing so well. He's his usual self in public, but he's been quieter in office when it's just us. He hasn't even played his edgy 'I'm deliberately playing this to irritate the general populace nearby' jams last two weeks. This ain't the Clef I'm used to.

Maybe if I agree to go with him to this silly costume contest, it'll liven him up. I wasn't planning on going, but I do still have a few old cosplay costumes, one perfect to go with his choice of RE4 Leon in a suit. Ah, here's the boss, fresh coffee in hand. Perfect.

"Hey, Bunny. How you doing?" Geez, even his voice went flat. No good.

"I'm here, so... guess I'm okay. You've been a bit out of it lately. You okay, Boss?"

"Yeah, just tired. Guess I need to start sleeping more or something."

He goes to check the weekly reports, and I try to think of how to ask him. After a while, I finally know what to say.

"Boss, the costume contest is tonight. You got plans or anything?"

"Was thinking of skipping it since ol' COG told me no DoomClef this year. You?"

"Kinda why I'm asking. Kind of last minute, but... I do have something that should suffice nicely with your mobster suit."

"Please tell me it's not the tall ass vampire lady. I have a height complex as it is."

"Hey, I grew six inches, and I'm still shorter than you. Nope. Was thinking noir Dr. Isley. Got the green dress, add some matching heels, wrap some vine garlands and fake flowers around me, I'm set."

"You sure you didn't plan ahead?"

"Nah, would have made a snowbunny costume just for you, Boss." I winked, teasing him. Clef turns pink.

"Don't mind me calling you Snowbunny, heh? Can only imagine the outfit. Blue velvet, embroidered silver snowflakes, white faux fur trim. Very cute. Might just have to have something made for you."

"It's not a date, remember? This is just two friends letting off steam."

"Grr. Okay. So, meet here at 6:30, then?"

"You mean 6:30 exactly, or 6:30 Clef Time?" Clef Time being 15-30 minutes later. But, when you're Site Command, only O5 can tell you off for being late.

"Contest is at 7:30, so... normal time. I'm looking forward to this, Snowbuny."

"Me too. Dr. Rights said you look hot in a suit, by the way. Made Dr. Bright a bit mad at her, but... it's Bright, he gets over this stuff quickly."

That settled, we run out the final two hours on the shift clock. While the time winds down, I text Iris for some last minute hair and makeup help. While I'm pretty good with clothes, I suck ass at makeup. Iris is pro level, she can make even Iceberg look good in drag, a near miracle as he's now rocking the villain goatee.

After shift, the transformation begins. I pick my dress, a vintage swing dress in green silk. I dig out my one pair of green heels, and hunt for foliage. By the time Iris is here and set up, I've got plenty of flowers and a long ass bushy ivy garland. Perfect, pin this to my seafoam shawl wrap, and then it's off to hair and makeup. Iris checks my kit. I notice she's decided to be Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, a classic.

"Noir Ivy? Wasn't that your Comicon outfit, day 2? First day you were Isaac Clarke, but bitched about the helmet."

"Yeah, but... my date never saw this, so... I'm going with it. The date was last minute, Sis."

"Who's the lucky guy? I know 049 isn't going."

"Dr. Clef." I mumble. Iris nearly drops the foundation brush. "He's having a rough patch, I just thought I should try being nice to him. He's gone though way way too much."

"Clef? Alto Fucking "Gonna Torture You Suckers With Super Slow Smashmouth on Ukulele" Clef? This is a prank, right?" Iris keeps working, but waits to see if I'm serious.

"No prank. He's not as bad as you've heard, Sis. He's kinda sweet sometimes. Bit weird, but we're all freaks here." Iris motions for me to stop talking while she works. Once she's done with the makeup, she starts working with my messy, wavy, blood red tresses. She settles on a simple loose braid, with a white rose tucked behind my right ear. Then, a crown of ivy is pinned to my head. I slip into the rest of my costume, and Iris admires the outcome.

"Gotta say... you might need a chaperone. I doubt even Dr. Gears wouldn't at least take a few long looks. Good thing you're also good with ice, as this look is straight fire."

"Thanks, Sis. You going with anyone?" We pack up Iris's things while we talk.

"Viktor and Sergei. Viktor is Toto, Sergei the Cowardly Lion. And... Alina, the new girl? Tin Woodswoman. We're swinging by Evie's for photos first, so I gotta go. I'll show you the snaps tomorrow. Later Sis!"

I head to my boss's office, half sure I'm either going to be pranked, or worse, stood up. But... to my surprise, there's the boss man, looking like the perfect Leon Kennedy gangster cosplay. Wow. He really cleans up well, he even shaved. Never mind the weird third eye, the Cheshire cat grin that unnerves even Abel, the slight dad bod, or the torture by ukulele... Alto Clef is fine af.

"Ah... Dr. Isley, I presume?" He removes his hat, bowing.

"Agent Kennedy? Charmed to meet you. I wasn't informed you were quite so handsome."

"Nor was I told how lovely you truly are. Will you allow me to escort you to the party? It's safer to travel in pairs, after all."

"I'd be delighted, Agent Kennedy." I offer him my hand, he raises it to his lips. Not going to lie... I might be attracted to my boss. He then places my hand on his elbow, off we go.

We arrive right on time. Dave at the door does a double take, but lets us in. The music is going, a few couples dancing. After we catch up with a bunch of coworkers, we're off in a corner and I get bold.

"Wanna indulge a fantasy of mine, Doc?" I whisper in his ear. He adjusts his collar, nervous. I go on. "I've always wanted to dance with the devil. Traditionally, there's moonlight, but I'm not big on some traditions. So... may I have a dance with the handsomest devil around?"

"Normally, I'd say no, but since you're so charming, I can't refuse." We step out onto the dance floor just as the music changes from some slow drivelling ballad to... "Jump Jive and Wail" by Brian Setzer Orchestra. Wasn't expecting that, but... okay. Little did I know... Dr. Clef can swing. By the time the night is over, we had danced almost all night, and won second place in the couple's costume division, losing out to Scorpion and Sub-Zero. Not even mad, Draven and Jim may as well have stepped out of Mortal Kombat 11, their costumes were that good.

Party over, and we're walking home. So far... I've remembered to behave, and not do what I want to do: just kiss him already. But... now we're just feet from my door. He likes me, otherwise he wouldn't be here. It's clear I like him too. And things with 049 have fallen apart, both due to us nearly overworking ourselves to death. We parted on good terms, but I shouldn't rush into anything yet. Besides, Clef is my boss. If this goes wrong, there goes my career. Still want to kiss him, though. We're at my door now.

"Rabbit, thanks. This was way more fun than what I had planned." He leans in, presses the softest of kisses to the corner of my lips. Just as he's about to pull away, I reach out, and run my fingers through his hair. My eye gaze into his, and next thing I know, I'm kissing him. His hands find my waist, holding me close. Oh wow... never thought I'd even think this... but if he keeps kissing me like this, I'm inviting him in. Before I can though... the kiss is over. He wants to ask me, I can see it in his heterochromic eyes. He speaks before I can, though.

"Not on the first not-date, Snowbunny. Believe me, it's taking a lot to not give in. But I don't want to rush you."

"So... you doing anything on Friday? How about a real date? Dinner, a movie, maybe bring your hanky to meet my panky?"

"Not sure about the last part, but... dinner? Yes." He sighs, then takes my cheek in his hand. "343 knows I'm not worthy, but yes."

We stand there for a few more precious moments, forehead to forehead. Just in time for my jerk of a neighbor Dr. Iceberg to walk by.

"Gotta say, you two make a cute couple. Poison Ivy and her henchman."

"Fuck off, Julian!" We both shout in unison at his retreating back. The door slams behind him.

[zaynahfrozenfrost]

The Dance Event

Kaminari Denki x Reader

Disclaimer: Rejection, a bit of jealously, Shoto being quite cold with y/n,explicit words. Another huge disclaimer is that a character from a different anime is included here. Mr. Henry Henderson from Spy x Family is included since the dance is elegant and he is a man of elegance.

It was Thursday. I decided to go to school today like usual. Before class, there was 40 minutes left so I decided to talk with my friends Uraraka,Mina and Jirou.

"Y/n,Y/n!!! Look at this" said Uraraka with excitement. "What happened?" I asked. "There's going to be a dance ceremony event at next Friday" Mina told. "So, when are you gonna ask Shoto to the dance?" asked Jirou. "I don't know, I mean, I get crazy when I'm near him and I might feel nervous when I ask him" I said. "Oh c'mon, you can't feel like that when you both dance because you're gonna be really close when dancing" Uraraka tells me. "It's okay, we will support you when you ask him" Jirou said with a soft voice. "I guess I'll ask him out at lunch since he uses all his time on training" I said to them. Then they were so happy and they gave me hope. Obviously, Shoto's gonna say yes, right...?

2 hours later it was lunch time. I was shaking with nerve and my friends gave me a little more hope for this. I was walking and it felt quite hard even to walk normally for me. Then I reached his table. "H-h-hi S-Shoto..." I greeted him with nerve. "What is it now, Y/n?" he said quite coldly and with a calculated face. "W-will you go to the dance with me?" I questioned him. Then he starts laughing miraculously then he smirked. "I would go to the dance alone rather than with you. So, no I don't" Shoto said with a tsundere attitude that he doesn’t show to others. I didn’t know my friends were watching behind the back and so I ran away and they ran after me. I was crying hopelessly. "I can't believe this, Shoto did this to me. What does Momo have THAT I DON’T?!?" I was saying these in a empty area in school. My friends came since they were following my directions. "Y/n, we're so sorry. We had never thought he would do this. It’s going to be okay" They all said to comfort me. "Thanks but... I never thought Shoto was that cold-hearted." I said while sniffling. "I know this ain't the time to ask this but, do you have a crush on Kaminari?" Jirou questioned. "Kind of like that but why?" I said. "Well, I noticed he gets red everytime he sees you" Uraraka said. "Maybe because he feels hot in the weather?" I said. "Are you serious? We didn’t mean that type of hot, what we meant is that he might have a crush on you" Mina said. "I don't know Mina, I'm just not the type he's looking for" I said quite sadly. "I guess we need to let her see it herself" Jirou said. "Yeah, we should. By the way, Y/n can we come to your house? Maybe we could talk about this later and decide our outfits?" Uraraka questioned. "Sure, I would love it since I won't be able to feel good" I said. "Great, let's go at 4:30 pm okay?" Mina said. "Alright, I'll see you guys soon" I said and felt better

Then 4:30 pm came around the clock. My friends came to my place. I asked them what they wanted as a snack. "Look Y/n, we came to comfort you about today. So, we don't need to eat since we all ate lunch after coming home" Uraraka said those words so nicely. "I guess you're right about that" I told her. Then we went into my bedroom and started talking about who should I take to the dance and they suggested so many boys at school. I felt confused. "You guys... I feel confused about this. I don’t think I'll be able to go to the dance with a situation like this" I said. "We want you to. I mean, this dance is annual so it happens after every 4 years in the year and I heard someone special is invited to the dance and he's from The Prestigious Eden Academy. So, you have to attend and who knows? Something special and unexpected might happen in the dance" Jirou said. "Maybe, I will go but only because of you guys" I said. "Then that's great and I pray that something good will happen at there" Mina said happily. "So, who's going to be your date to the dance?" Uraraka asked. "I guess Kaminari since you want to see us together" I said. "Yesssss, finally you picked him!!!" Uraraka said with screams and excitement. "Ahhhh, my ship will sail it will never sink, never sink" Jirou sang. "I'm glad you picked Kaminari. I'm sure you might have a lot in common than you think" Jirou said. Then we talked for a hour or two. When 6:30 pm came around, they went home. "See you at school" Uraraka said. "See you and take care" I said to them. After that, I studied until 10pm and ate dinner. I watched my phone to see what interesting stuff is happening. Then I brushed my teeth,washed my face, read a chapter of my favourite book and then I go to sleep.

Then comes Friday 1 week later. I started getting ready at 3:00 pm with a shower first, then I wore my dress. It was a black halter knee-length dress that I bought a long time ago at Windsor. I did a bit of makeup and I knew it was going to rain at the dance so I put on waterproof products. Then I curled my hair into big, beautiful and thick curls. Then I went to the dance by foot all alone. When I entered, I realized I came 1 hour earlier than I thought. So I practiced my dance all alone but it felt comfortable as no one was there to judge me. Then slowly, people started coming. Bakugou and Kirishima came, saw me and decided to small talk with me. Bakugou was a bit nicer than usual and both of them were complimenting me. I guess mean people can sometimes have a heart of gold.Then my friends came and my goodness, they looked amazing. All my friends fainted when they saw me. I got scared so I tried to wake them up. "You look so BEAUTIFUL!!!" All of them said. "Aww thanks but, you guys look beautiful too" I complimented them. "So, who are your dates to the dance?" I asked. "Deku!" Uraraka said with a smile. "If anyone asks me, I'll dance with them" Jirou said. "Same as Jirou" Mina said. Soon then, everyone else came and what surprised me most? Seeing Shoto with Momo when he directly told me "I would go to the dance alone rather than with you." Then the teachers came and the special guest came and it was Mr. Henderson. I met him a long time ago and he was an amazing man. When he saw me, he went to me and asked me about my family and how they are doing. It all felt nice. Then the ceremony started. I was just standing at a place, staring at them. I couldn’t stare at them anymore because of jealousy. So, it was a thunderstorm that day and there was a bench outside and so, I went there and had an emotional breakdown. I just felt hopeless,worthless,stupid,unlucky just all that painful stuff.

Kaminari's Point of View

I came to the dance with an umbrella since it was going to rain a lot. I spent hours getting ready for the dance. I wanted to impress Y/n since I had feelings for her ever since she came to UA. Now, I was searching for her and I saw she was nowhere to be found. Then I saw someone in the rain and it was Y/n. She looked so beautiful but my question is, why was she in the rain? I thought she would dance with someone here. So, I grabbed my umbrella and went quick into her bench. "Hi Kaminari, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to dance with someone better, happier,smarter and prettier than me?" she asked me. "No! I can't see you crying like this. Would I dance with someone while my best friend is crying? NO!!! Never! I would be with you rather than be with someone I've never liked in my entire fucking life!" I said it with wide emotions to her. "Now tell me, what happened?". "Well, I asked Shoto if he wanted to go to the dance with me and he said this directly to me "I would go to the dance alone rather than with you." but, when he showed up, he brought Momo with him. What does Momo have that I don't have at all?" she said all this to me while getting even more sad. I got some tears from my eyes as well while carefully listening to her words. "Y/n I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I never thought Shoto would go this far to hurt you. And don't question yourself why does he pick Momo over you because, you have everything she doesn’t have and will never be able to have at all. You are beautiful inside out,intelligent,loving,kind and all the good things for me. Any guy would be lucky to have you. Even my friends and I would be the happiest to have you." I said, hoping it would cheer her up a little. "Thank you so much, Kaminari". Then she hugged me and it felt so warm and the best part? She kissed me on the cheek. "I'm sorry I kissed you... It's just that I was so in love I wanted to kiss" she said it with fear. "That...That was..... Beautiful" I said to her. "You really think so?" she asked. "Yes, I do" I said. "Y/n, Can I confess something to you?" I asked. "Sure go ahead" she said. "I've had a crush on you for many years and I wanted to ask in the most sincere way... WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?" I finally spit those words. "I've had a crush on you too ever since I first saw you and... YES!!! I WOULD!" she said it with excitement and she looked so cute. "May I have this dance with you, mi'lady? I asked her. " Yes, I'd love to" she said. Then we danced for like an hour and she's a pretty talented dancer. I mean, she has talent in many things and Momo doesn’t even have half of it at all. When we were done, everyone was clapping. Bakugou and Kirishima were so happy they said "Looks like he found his true love after all". Uraraka,Mina and Jirou were happy as well. " My ship has sailed,My ship has sailed it will never sink,never sink" they were singing. The whole class along with the teachers were happy. Everyone except Shoto and Momo. They looked angry and I loved making them angry since they hurt my princess and they deserve it. Shoto came up to Y/n and before he even said a word I told him "STAY AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND!!!". "What? I was just gonna compliment her" he said. "I will not let anyone who hurt her even say a word to her. If you say a bad word about her, you’ll regret that forever!" I said it because I wanted to protect her. "You said that just for me?" she asked. "Yes, I did. By the way let's go home since it’s getting late" I said. "Sure, let's go" she said it.

Sorry this is so long, I never meant to make a essay. I hope you liked it though even though it sucks. Thanks for taking your time to read this.

[sarah-morgan-stark]

Inside the MCU Part One

Thanks to a random fanfiction I found online called 'Any Marvel Fan's Dream' I thought of this. So I'm giving 15% of the credit (Tony Stark pun right there) to 3MC on Quotev.

You wake with a start, panting. You are in a bed in a very dark room, and you’re sweating like heck. Nightmare? Maybe. Then you sit up, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. You crouch down into a crawling position, sweeping your hands back and forth in front of you, trying to navigate to the door of what seems to be your room. You soon see a slim horizontal ray of light that must be the bottom of the bedroom door. You trace your hands upwards, finding the doorknob. You twist it, letting in a lot of light, and letting you see a woman standing in front of your bedroom door.

“Gwen, you were supposed to be up 30 minutes ago!”

“Sorry, Mom.” You say, assuming the woman is your mom.

Her cold glare softens, and she pulls you close to her in a hug that you are too surprised to return. “Oh, Gwen, did you dream about your parents again? I’m so sorry.” She pulls away, grabbing you by the shoulders and bending down to your heighth. You could see tears in her eyes. “But make sure you know that I am always here. Even though I’m your aunt, and not your mom, it doesn’t mean I can’t be a good guardian.” Did something happen to your parents here? “But still, you are late for school. Look,” She says, motioning to your alarm clock which is partly covered with papers. “7:40. Now hurry up.”

You shut the door as you rush to get dressed, pulling off your pajamas, but you stopped in your tracks when, under your clothes, you see….Oh my gosh, is that a spider suit??? You look in your backpack, and find a mask. You even reach back, and yes, the suit has a hood. OH MY GOSH YOU’RE GHOST SPIDER. That would mean you’re Gwen Stacy, and that’s just AWESOME. You have to get to school!! You throw a bunch of clothes that you assume are the school uniform, and grab your backpack, stuffing your mask into the backpack. You run downstairs, into a clean dining room, but rush in the direction of the front door. You see a pile of letters on the table, and quickly memorize the name on them. Lola. You had to call the woman that from now on. Aunt Lola. “Gwen, wait, I’m driving you!!” Aunt Lola comes running out of the kitchen, grabbed her keys, and rushed out the door with you. You drive pretty fast, weaving through the New York traffic. You only know it’s New York because you see the Empire State Building while on the way to school.

Then Aunt Lola pulls up in front of a school, and you don’t even look at it, waving, and saying, “Bye, Aunt Lola, love you!” She replies, and drives away. Then you turn to the GIANT school, and look at it. You see a logo somewhere, and glance down at your jacket. You read the logo. “Midtown School of Science and Technology.” You mutter to yourself. You walk up the steps, and walk randomly through the halls. Then you hear a throat clear behind.

“Miss Stacy?” You turn and see a black woman in a suit jacket behind you.

“Yes, mam?” There’s a ‘mam’ vibe to her, like she has a lot of authority. You glance at the name tag on her shoulder. Monica Warren.

“I’m on my way to my classroom, would you like to accompany me?” “Yes, thank you, mam.” You follow Mrs. Warren to her classroom, where there are many students already seated. You almost stop breathing when you see Tom Holland, and Zendaya. OH MY GOSH. Zendaya is glaring at you, wait why is Zendaya glaring at you???, and Tom Holland has his chin on his palm, staring out the window of the classroom. Oh wait. If you were Gwen Stacy, which you were, then does that mean Tom and Zendaya are actually Peter and MJ??

Your suspicions were confirmed when Mrs. Warren asked, “Mr. Parker, are you with us?”

“Uhh….yeah.” He said, blushing when everyone except you, MJ, and Ned laugh. He turns his attention to the front of the room. Mrs. Warren then launches into a whole bunch of crazy physics problems, but surprisingly, you understand them all easily, and you begin to know why Peter looked so bored. Mrs. Warren asks you a couple questions, which you answer correctly easily. You fly through the rest of the morning’s classes, and lunch soon comes.

You are apparently the odd kid, people shoving you as they walk by, whispering, “Nerd.” You sit alone at lunch, but you’re fine with it. But halfway through lunch, you begin to get chills. You shiver like crazy, and you glance at your arm, and see all of the hairs sticking up, and goosebumps all down your arms.

Is this Spidersense?

You hear a tray clatter, and you look up from where you’re sitting. You see Peter, across the room, shivering like crazy, like you are, but he’s standing up. Apparently he had just got seconds, and got the feeling just before sitting down. He had slammed the tray down, and was now clutching the table. MJ and Ned both stopped eating, and were asking him if he was okay. He didn’t answer, but he started hyperventilating, and you do too, only much quieter. Everyone in the lunchroom has stopped eating, and there is complete silence as everyone watches Peter. He exhales hard, and passes out as you try hard not to do the same.

MJ catches him before he hits his head on the lunchtable, and Ned helps her lug him out of the lunchroom. You follow behind them, making sure they don’t notice. You know what is going on here. Spider-sense. It’s trying to tell him you’re one of his allies. The nurse tells MJ and Ned to go back to class, and you duck into a janitor’s closet as they walk by, going back to the lunchroom, whispering to each other. You slip out of the closet, and the beginning of a headache echoes through your head, but you ignore it.

You tiptoe to the nurse’s office. You peek inside to see Peter lying unconscious on a cot, and the nurse gone. Wow. The nurse is always so observant. You think sarcastically. Someone should fire her, but not yet, because she just provided for you to stay with him for a little bit. Concern and affection spark in your heart and mind as you look at Peter’s limp body, his pale face turned towards you, his eyes shut in sleep, and his mouth open a tiny crack. His right arm hangs of the side of the cot, his left arm resting on his stomach. You pull up a chair next to Peter, and place your hand gently on his forehead, checking for fever just in case you’re wrong, and, no, he wasn’t having spider-sense, he was actually super sick. You feel no fever, so you take your hand off. As soon as your hand comes off, he stirs, and then his eyes open slowly. He furrows his eyebrows and looks around the room, and then looks at you.

“Where am I?”

“You’re in the nurse’s office. You fainted, Peter.” You say with a sweet smile.

“I….know you.” He says, studying your face. “You’re in one of my classes, aren’t you?”

“I’m in all of your classes.” You smile, pondering if you should tell him that you know he’s Spiderman, or that you’re Ghost Spider. You decide not to. You’ll tell him when the time is right.

“What’s your name again?” Peter seemed dazed, and you help him sit up.

“Gwen Stacy.”

“Hey….you’re that 12-year old prodigy….down the aisle….” Peter seemed a little dazed still.

You nod, and he frowns. “What….happened?”

And OF COURSE the nurse comes back in and ruins your moment with TOM HOLLAND, no, you remind yourself, Peter Parker. “Mr. Parker, I have notified your guardians, and they are on their way to collect you.” She glances at you and tells you to go back to class.

You are barely able to keep yourself from refusing to go, and you stand to leave. “Actually, can she stay?” Peter says, looking to the nurse, who reluctantly agrees. You sit back down, and the nurse soon leaves again. Yeah, they definitely need to fire that nurse.

“Thanks for staying, Gwen.” Peter says, and he sounds a little shaky.

“Anytime. So….how do you feel now?”

“My head hurts.” He says, and you notice how quietly he’s talking.

NOW YOU KNOW IT WAS SPIDER-SENSE, SINCE YOU HAVE A HEADACHE TOO!!! That’s almost too exciting for your throbbing head to register. You stand, and ask, “You want something to drink?”

He nods, and puts a hand over his face, shutting his eyes. You grab a glass and fill it, bringing it to Peter. He whispers, “Thanks.” Before putting it to his lips and drinking slowly from it. You sit back at his side, and take the glass when he’s done.

“Peter?” A man’s voice sounds through the hallway, and RDJ OH MY GOSH ROBERT DOWNEY JR. rushes in. No, you remind yourself, he’s Tony Stark here. Tony is wearing a gray suit and sunglasses, but he takes them off immediately. “The nurse called and said you fainted. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, Mr. Stark, I’m fine.”

Tony looks at you, and Peter immediately introduces you. “Mr. Stark, this is my friend Gwen.” You feel yourself blush when he says friend. “And, Gwen, this is Mr. Stark.”

Tony extends a hand, and you shake it enthusiastically, and then hug him, startling both him and Peter. “Mr. Stark, you’re my role model!” You grin, and he soon hugs you back, returning the smile.

“Maybe, since you’re a friend of Peter’s, you could come and work with us in my lab sometime.” You pull away from his embrace, and grin even bigger, nodding. THIS HAS BEEN YOUR DREAM SINCE YOU WERE 5!!!

Peter coughs, reminding you he’s here. You look at him. “Sorry, Peter.”

“It’s fine.” Peter says, standing, but he gets dizzy, and Tony steadies him.

“Now, come on, Pete, I’m taking you to the tower, or do you want to go home?” You smile as you watch them walk out of the nurse’s office, Peter leaning on Tony.

The rest of the day went sooooooo slow. All it was was a bunch of no-brainer physics questions that none of the other kids could seem to get right, and Zendaya, MJ, glaring at you.

But when it’s finally over, you leave your backpack in the dark corner of a random alley, taking your school uniform off eagerly. You’re so excited to swing through New York!!!!!!! You put the mask on out of your backpack, and pull the hood of your spider-suit over your head. Then you do the iconic Spiderman/Ghost Spider hand thing, you know, thumb, index finger, and pinkie finger extended. You hit the top of the alley, and you do the same with your other arm, and use it to slingshot yourself up onto the roofs of the buildings. You swing towards the Empire Building, purposefully low, to let people gawk at you. THIS. IS. AWESOME!!!!!

Part Two soon. I don't know about you guys, but I am SUPER EXCITED about this one.

[waitingformyfavoritesongs]

1:46 am pdt 2 April 2023 Sunday Domingo nicheyoubi 🌤

1:47 am pdt www.gq. Com/story/Adam-Levine

it’s closer to the end of the article than the top dated June 24, 2014 Jessica pressler tony Kelly

“There’s the carnal shit you can’t deny. [...] There was a time in my life when I lived probably a bit more on the primal level. And it was amazing.”

auto saved 1:52 am pdt I think Bcz I’ve been touched by other men I don’t think he would have wanted me once I lost my virginity when I was 19 years old. 1:53 am pdt

2:23 am pdt I wish Q never came in to my life. I only kept seeing her Bcz she was acceptable to my mom and I thought she liked me and was nice. I even said at a Denny’s? Or ihop? That she’s the nicest person in the world. 2:25 am pdt she said we’re best friends or that I’m her best friend but she never told me who she who she had s*x with. That’s basically a standard in movies like romantic comedies that you tell your best friend what you did with who. If she couldn’t tell me then she was lying. 2:27 am pdt I figured that out this moment. 2:28 am pdt

2:30 am pdt I never forced her to tell me anything and there were questions online that she left unanswered. It’s like she’s a shark in my eyes smirking that I’m blind to what was happening infront of me. That she was actually mocking me infront of my face and online with enlarging my head in pictures she took. 2:32 am pdt If she was so bold to fake liking me and do stuff to hurt me while I was trying to like her and be happy with her... I wish I could have felt more with the friends I had before I met her. I wish I didn’t feel like a fraud Bcz I was too shy to say a lot. The friends I had b4 her weren’t perfect but I think they were maybe more open to me than she was? 2:35 am pdt which is ironic Bcz I felt too imperfect so I withheld a lot of thoughts and feelings . I was in a shell.. makes me think of turtles. I don’t know. That music is my boyfriend line bothers me and a lot of other stuff. It looks like I’m not going to see the day when people from this earth start going to the new planet I heard about that is like this earth but bigger. 2:39 am pdt if there are already people there with housing already there waiting for people to arrive wouldn’t that be a surprise? 2:40 am pdt

2:59 am pdt I don’t feel much like trying to recover anymore. I am tired. 3 am pdt I wish I was somebody’s somebody. 🎶🎼🎵🎤🎸

3:03 am pdt matchmaker matchmaker find me find catch me a catch 🎸🎵🎼🎤 3:04 am pdt

3:06 am pdt I don’t appreciate you lying (pain 3:07 am pdt forehead) to me. Chop off my head now, incubus. 3:07 am pdt 3:08 am pdt

3:18 am pdt I guess he forgives Nick carter. (Tummy upset gurgle diarrhea 3:18 am pdt) I guess he thinks he did not do anything wrong and deserves to be forgiven. And women need to just suck it up. 3:20 am pdt I don’t think it is ever going to change. 3:20 am pdt I don’t feel like trying anymore. 3:21 am pdt

3:24 am pdt my clock skipped a minute. Q probably set me up to be a sacrifice. I don’t think Q helped me at all. I suffered a lot. I don’t think Q knows pain at all. 3:26 am pdt I think Q is lying and faking everything is music is her husband. 3:26 am pdt who did I have phone s*x with? I think after I moved out end of 2018, Brendan lean’s MySpace profile picture was removed. 3:29 am pdt there was one day that his MySpace was public and I saw he had an older sister named Catherine? 3:30 am pdt

3:53 am pdt incubus protects rapists Bcz he relates to them and cuts down his victims. I guess you have to be a woman to understand how violated someone can feel that you have possibly been forcibly impregnated at a time you’re not ready to be. To have someone trespass without caring about your feelings. And then they don’t want to make amends and worse. Incubus enables them to hide it. If you like that sort of man I guess the whole world is stuck with incubus. 3:58 am pdt am I the only one trying to do something? And I’m suffering to take down incubus? If incubus is incubus then that whole thing I seemed to have picked up, that idea that only bad things happen to bad people, can you really say that when incubus is your god? How about I don’t say anything anymore. Nick carter gets away with rape and murder and so does incubus (left shoulder pain 4 am pdt) me and Shannon Ruth die. And guess whose left with Nick carter and incubus? That’s right, you are. And if he’s still got libido and muscle and power do you think you won’t be next? Maybe he likes guys, too, or little boys. 4:02 am pdt

4:06 am pdt Q wrote on her Flickr she doesn’t fight crime. If her focus was only me the entire time, I believe it. 4:07 am pdt don’t count on Q to REALLY sacrifice anything? If she really stole art ideas from me like I suspect that’s pretty low considering she had enough money to go to many concerts including Coachella. 4:09 am pdt don’t count on Q to be a hero. 4:09 am pdt yeah I think I will stop doing stuff Bcz I’m dying anyway. So why help other people get arid of a problem they don’t deserve to be helped with? You treasure Nick carter more. So have fun! Okay? Okay! 4:10 am pdt pain left shin. I will go do whatever I want that’s on my bucket list which is probably edited now to watching as many movies as I can while at this hotel. 4:11 am pdt don’t cry to me when incubus + friends devirginize your relatives. 4:12 am pdt

5:41 left shin pain difficulty breathing pain tongue. Fox News last night? Was saying a lot of people are committing suicide Bcz of stuff on social media. If they’re purely victims and incubus is god, do you think incubus is going to save them? He is the devil? A hungry lion ? He’s looking for sacrifices, but he keeps guys like Nick carter Bcz they share a lot in common? 5:44 am pdt incubus would make me depressed too if I think about him for several minutes at a time. 5:44 am pdt

5:45 am pdt in 2017 ? There was stuff online saying maroon 5 fans are ... I forgot but I remember it was a little disturbing? Unflattering? Like they lack a sense of what sounds good probably Bcz incubus for a long time gave a lot of (left nostril pain 5:46 am pdt) below standard performances. And I can say this unbiased. Bcz it was during a time I gave him benefit of the doubt and tried to like him. And I’m trying to smile and like it but I start to feel crazy trying to like what I hear. When I watch and listen, I’m like, this is really bad. 5:48 am pdt

6:03 am pdt I am in misery there ain’t no body who can comfort me. 🎵🎸🎼🎤 i formerly liked the sounds of that song. I guess I’m a da*ned vine. Bcz my name means rose and lily. Some flowers 🌹🌸💐🌺🌷🌻 grow from vines. I’m d*mned. Dams are like big bath tubs. 6:06 am pdt he’s killing my heart again. 6:07 am pdt it’s hot in the center and my right side. 6:07 am pdt

7:43 am pdt incubus is still hurting my ribs Bcz he likes it when people are crying in pain especially women. I think he’s trying to reduce my rib cage size to crush my internal organs. 7:45 am pdt

2:16 pmpdt if the earth is expiring it’s ok if he leaves me here to die. 2:17 pmpdt

2:44 pmpdt I don’t want his unethical ass near me and I don’t want Q’s unethical lazy ass near me. 2:45 pmpdt

[thorntonkrell-blog-blog]

Three Shots

We arrived at the senior center 30 minutes before the beginning of our chair yoga class. Chair yoga takes up half of the gym. Above the gym is the indoor running/walking/limping track. We wondered whether or not we should go upstairs to the track or hold on to our front row seats for the yoga class.

I had another idea. I decided to walk to the other half of the gym which was separated from the yoga class by a foldable wall. Lynn agreed to hold on to our seats while I walked behind the wall onto the basketball court in the back gym.

At first I was going to walk around the court a few times to get in some extra steps. The court was empty. I noticed a rack of basketballs. I hadn't touched a basketball in 40 years.

I grabbed a ball from the rack and "dribbled" the length of the court. It felt as if I had never dribbled a basketball before in my life. I waited for the muscle memory to return. I had played a lot of backyard half court basketball in my day. I could hold my own with the worst of them.

The memory wasn't coming back. I had to concentrate on every bounce because each bounce was interfering with each step. Each step, even without the basketball, is a problem. With the court empty, each bounce sounded way too loud. I was aware of the folks above me on the track looking down at the commotion.

I decided to attempt a foul shot. I've shot thousands of foul shots in my life but zero in the last four decades. I settled in at the foul line. I looked up at the basket. It was very high and very far away.

My first thought was the one hand push shot. I raised the gigantic ball to my forehead.

Nope, that's not gonna work.

I better go for the old fashioned two hand set shot.

I dribbled the ball a couple of times.

I bent my knees and pushed with both hands.

Maybe you've heard the expression "nuthin but net" which means that the shot was so accurate that it never touched the rim and barely moved the net as it passed through the hoop.

Maybe you've heard the expression "air ball" which describes an embarrassing shot that describes a pathetic shot in which the ball falls short of the rim and only hits the net.

I came up with a new variation.

"Nuthin not even net"

My shot didn't even hit the net, the bottom of which is about nine feet off the floor. My "shot" rose to a maximum height of seven feet and was three feet short of the basket. My shot hit nuthin at all.

I laughed in disbelief. I retrieved the ball and dribbled back to the line. I knew I had to bend my knees further and extend my arms a lot more. I repeated the procedure from the first foul shot but added a corrective dip and push. The ball went up in the air again, this time maybe eight and a half feet into the air....still clownishly too low and not far enough.

I had seen this shot before. Every so often in the backyard courts; somebody's mother or grandfather would step out on the court and take a shot. Those shots resembled mine but actually came closer to the rim.

I was definitely aware that the people on the track, at least a couple of them, had seen both of my impotent efforts.

I tried my third shot. I dipped. I pushed. I kept my eyes on the rim. The ball rose eleven feet in the air heading towards the basket, all of this in agonizing slow motion as the imaginary announcer called off the last seconds of the imaginary game.

Three

Two

One

The shot is up.

He beat the clock.

It's high enough.

Aw Jesus it wasn't far enough.

Air ball. Air ball. Air ball.

Well, that's obviously it for Ice, Bill. He's got nuthin left. Get him off the goddamned court. Get him over to that chair yoga class. Maybe he can handle that.

Maybe ten minutes had passed. I returned to the chair that Lynn had saved for me.

She asked me how it went.

All I could say was "not too good".

The class was about to begin when a guy about my age limped in and sat down with a sigh on the chair next to mine.

"How many did you make?" he asked, "I was on the track and I saw a couple of your shots.

I said "well it's been forty years."

He offered his fist for a fist bump.

I bumped it.

We nodded to one another

He understood and so did I.

[taeyongs-scar]

Babes! Plz do yunho smut of s.o sending a suggestive pic or text to him infront of boys/public and he wasn’t able to control himself and it leads from there. Wtv works for you! 🙈

Summary: Yunho receives some nice little photos and practice has to end early

Paring: Yunho x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

A/N: Welp first request down! #score! Anyways I hope you enjoy and it’s up to your expectations! Send more requests and I promise I’ll get around to them <3

Warnings: Back scratches, Oral (F recieving), Sending nudes, Public viewing of nudes

Word Count: 1,574

You sat on the couch watching yet another episode of your favorite tv show. If you recounted correctly this is your fifth episode today. You’d finished everything you needed to do for the day, including cleaning the kitchen and the bedroom of your apartment. Before swiftly moving onto the rest of it from your untamed boredom. So now your small apartment was more than clean and you sat alone in the dark waiting for your boyfriend to come home. He’s stuck at an all day practice and you didn’t think it would last all day and all night…

You checked the clock, 10:30 pm. It was time for him to come home and you knew exactly how to get that to happen.

You got up from the leather couch, finally out from underneath the fluffy blankets and stretched. It was a little scary seeing as you heard a few joints pop a little louder than usual. Regardless, you made your way to the bathroom, snapping a few pics in just the way that really made your ass look good. You looked through the couple you took, deciding that one wasn’t enough, you tried another angle. Surprisingly you made it work, after all you’re not exactly a nudes master. Looking through what you took, you choose the best two and send them to Yunho.

“Limited time offer <3”

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You paced your bathroom almost anxiously, now realizing that this might’ve not been the best idea. Thoughts of the other members seeing it, Yunho getting upset with you, and just the pure anxiety of waiting for a response ran through your mind at a thousand miles a second. Heaving a deep sigh you mentally ordered yourself to put the damn phone down. He’ll see it when he sees it. And god knows when he sees it, he’ll be running home to you. So that’s exactly what you did, you set the phone down, going back to your show and hesitantly pressing play.

Practice was long and tedious, Yunho had been here since eight in the morning. It was currently 10:40 and they just now got to take another thirty minute break. They’d been preparing for this comeback for two weeks so far and it was really go time. Learning the choreo, practicing the performance, looking through makeup and hair ideas with the stylists, singing the song, everything you could possibly think of, they’re working on it. And don’t get him wrong, he loves his job! But it’s so damn tiring. Yunho doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the long days. He missed you… These days were his least favorite since he had to be away from you the longest, excluding time on tours. That was a whole different beast. Of course the day is still fun considering he’s with his members, but you can only stand a group of boys for so long.

So when he checked his phone and saw you texted he couldn’t help but smile. Maybe an I miss you text? Or a support text? I love you maybe? At this point he’s thankful with anything you could say to him since he’s been away too long. Unlocking his phone he’s taken straight to your messages, eyes going wide when he sees what you’ve sent. You dirty girl… The man has to rub his eyes to make sure what you sent him isn’t just a figure of his imagination. Sure enough, it’s real. He gets himself far enough away from the guys so this marvelous sight can only be seen by him. Clicking on the first image he practically drools with what he sees. Goddamn it you’re not even dressed up and you’ve sure as hell got his attention. Just in your regular black panties you stand with your back arched just enough for your ass to really pop. He wishes you sent a picture with nothing on at all. Swiping to the next photo his eyes practically pop out of his head. You sit with one leg up on the bathroom counter, your ass looked so good. It was driving him crazy. He doesn’t even know how much longer this stupid practice is. And when he rereads your text he suddenly decides he doesn’t care. Who is he to let this delicious offer go to waste?

Quickly shutting off his phone and shoving it in his shorts pocket while putting on his best worried/ disappointed face. He slowly walks over to the guys, all of them immediately seeing the worried expression plastered on his face.

“What’s wrong Yunho?” Yeosang asks, taking a large sip of his water.

“Y/n… They’ve gotten sick and they don’t have any medicine at home… I’m sorry to interrupt practice but I-“

“It’s good Yunho, we’ll fill you in on whatever else we do. Make sure y/n is alright.” Hongjoong says with a pleasant smile, a tinge of worry also laced in his voice. All of the guys cared about you so to hear you got sick definitely worried them all just a little.

Yunho nodded quickly and grabbed his stuff, practically running out the door and back to your place. He was out of breath by the time he reached your apartment complex. He took a moment to catch his breath outside the door, praying he wouldn’t come off as too desperate. When he was collected he pushed open the door, seeing you curled up on the couch under your favorite blanket. This wasn’t all that uncommon for him to come home to, but tonight he wasn’t interested in sitting and having a tv binge night.

“So what made you think to text me while I’m practicing?” Yunho asks in a sultry tone.

Your head snaps to look at him before getting up and standing in front of him. “I wanted you home.”

“Well you got it baby,” he captures you in a passionate kiss, something he’s been waiting to do all day. His hands slide down your sides and roughly grab your ass. To which you can’t help but let out a yelp at the sudden grab.

Yunho pulls you into his arms, carrying you toward the bedroom. He wastes no time throwing you on the bedsheets you unfortunately just changed, looking you over as you lay splayed out on the white sheets. He takes off his clothes, leaving him in just his boxers. It’s obviously no secret how excited he is, and the bulge certainly isn’t helping hide anything. You lay there with your arms above your head, laying all sexy, ready for him and it’s absolutely driving the poor man wild.

He stalks closer, quickly on top of you and taking off your bra, letting it discard to the floor just like your small black panties. His warm lips kiss down your body, over the swell of your breasts, down your beautiful stomach, and of course, to your now glistening core. He loved when you were so ready for him. How damn pretty you looked. Looking up at you from his position between your thighs, he begins licking up your juices. The man looks at you like a damn saint as he sins right below you. Gripping your thighs as his tongue explores deeper. You whimpered as the pleasure grew, feeling your legs tighten to hold his face in place. Damn did he fucking love that. He softly pressed a finger into you, stretching you out slightly before inserting another. Two was your sweet spot and he knew it. With his tongue on your clit and his fingers deep in you, you knew it was only a matter of time before you unraveled.

“Yunho! Fuck I’m close-“ You moan out, watching him work his skilled tongue over you.

“Come on my face baby. All over me.” He practically growled into you as he continued much more vigorously.

It was mere seconds before you were going to snap and you knew the feeling all too well. The toe curling sensation that you loved chasing with Yunho. It was like a tidal wave as it took you over. You could barely open your eyes to watch Yunho lick off your slick from his pretty face.

Your boyfriend gave you your moments to calm down, waiting for your chest to rise more evenly before pushing himself into you.

“Yunho what are you?-“

He looked down at you with a scoff, “you think you can just send me those pictures, get your high, and be done? You’re dead wrong baby. So fucking wrong.”

The look on his face was almost enough to make you finish again, seeing him practically fall apart at your warmth and how well you took him. He let out small grunts as he fucks you, not too fast but certainly not slow. He made sure to hit the spots that drove you wild, making you leave long red scratches down his perfect back.

“Harder baby. Leave marks your pretty marks on me” he moaned out as you scratched harder. You felt him still in you as he finishes, his head hanging from the pure pleasure.

As you ran your fingers over the deep scratches, Yunho whimpers. His body slightly shook at your touch. He loved it when you scratched him, when you continued until the poor boy bled. When he came down from his high he opened his beautiful eyes with a smile.

“Send me those pictures anytime baby.”

[fuck-customers]

Mkay.

I'm gonna try to keep this short but here's a small cast of characters:

Carl - part timer. Lazy as fuck. Only works 10 am to 2 pm. Spend entire shift on the client computer reading Manga. Gets huffy if he has to actually help people.

Pam - manager. Head honcho of our location. Been there 27 years. Cool.

Patsy - regular client who is pretty much Pam's second mom. Has been through hell and back but she's a fighter. Pretty chill.

Today (March 1st) was wild. We had a high school student in job shadowing with us. I had postcard order to hurry and finish. Parent location had their large format printer down so they're sending us large format orders to run off. Pam is having the job shadower help her run the plans. Carl is being a lazy shit mad he can't sit on the client computer because Pam is using it to handle the printing. Shooting the shit in the back while I'm cutting postcards.

Get called up front by Pam to help with walk in clients. Walk ins are other regulars of ours we vibe with. Carl helps one. I help the other. More people walk in. We in the flow.

Patsy walks in while I'm printing something. Tells me she doesn't feel good and wants to go sit. I motion her on to the breakroom while thinking "if you feel bad why don't you try to get home?"

Hella busy. Don't even notice anything beyond who I'm helping. By the time it calms down Pam is clocking out on her lunch break and asking Patsy if she needs the hospital. Two minutes later leads Patsy out saying she's going to the hospital. I finish outstanding stuff I had to do. Carl decides he wants to talk about the latest Manbat movie with the job shadower. Ignoring emails coming in.

I go on my break. I ask the job shadower to keep an eye on the emails (because Carl fucking ignores the emails!). Pam still isn't back. Had texted me saying Patsy just got taken back. I leave the shop to run some errands. Come back around 40 minutes into my break. The boss man is there to deliver paper and pick up what we printed for the main location. Carl is angry. Apparently he said he had to leave at 1:30. He said he told Pam he had to leave at 1:30. When? I don't fucking know when he got there this morning he clocked in and came straight back to try to find something to get him out of actually working.

He bitches. To the boss. About Pam. Not being there. Made it seem like she "dropped everything to run off and dick off with Patsy."

I didn't say anything because I was hungry and went to the breakroom to eat.

While I was eating Carl apparently aired an entire complaint to the boss against Pam. Making it seem like she fucks off to do this all the time.

Need I remind yall Carl is the one who doesn't do Jack fucking Shit when he's there?

I come out while Carl is still in his little temper tantrum. Admitted he made a complaint with the boss directly. Pam has texted and updated me on Patsy. Patsy had super rapid heartbeat, was clammy, left side entirely numb. Probably having heart attack.

I tell Carl this and he goes "oh. Shit. Maybe Patsy is actually having a problem."

Carl clocks out and leaves. I'm running the shop alone with the job shadower. I encourage him to go eat.

Pam comes back around 3. I end up telling her about Carl's tantrum and how he complained to the boss. Pam is mad because Patsy was actually at major risk of fucking dying. Not to mention Pam never fucking dicks off for three hours for the hell of it. Actually fucking works unlike Carl.

Pam is furious. Explains that while it was busy Patsy was in our breakroom barely able to stand, sweating buckets, and unable to speak without slurring. I didnt realize it was so bad and apologize for any dismissiveness I showed. Pam says she's going to speak to Carl about his complaint tomorrow. Hopefully before the job shadower comes in.

I apologize to the job shadower for the shitshow he has experienced with us.

And now we wait to see how tomorrow goes.

Thank you.

(And yes, Patsy was able to go home the same day!)

[serenereigns]

Damaged

Part 1

Pairing: TXT X Male OC/Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.1k

Not Spellchecked

Warnings: Bullying, Swearing, Abuse

"Jae, come with mommy. Everything will be okay." I shake my head, "I don't wanna, the water is scary!" I take a few steps back. My mother continues to call me. "It's okay, look at the cute fish." She trudges towards me. "They are cute, but the water is cold mommy. I wanna leave." She shakes her head teary eyed. She grabs me. "No mommy, I don't wanna" I wail terrified. "Come on Jae, we'll be free." My throat closes us filling with water. She pushes my head under. "NO"

I shoot up in my bed, alarm blaring. I look over and the clock reads 6:35 am. I sigh shaking off the memory. I reach over and turn of the annoying thing before my dad comes in to yell at me. I get out of my makeshift bed and head to the bathroom to get ready for the day ahead of me. After I finish getting dressed, I tip down the stairs as quietly as I can. I can't wake my dad up or I'll get beat for sure. I make breakfast and start my 30 minute walk to hell. I make it there early as I have to give everyone one their daily lunch money. It's not much, just $5 per person. There's only 12 people in my class. So that's $60 a day, $300 a week. It gets tiresome, but it's better then getting beat for not doing it.

I sit in the back of the classroom and heave out a sigh of relief. Sitting in the quiet was quite peaceful. That was until I heard Mark and his goons burst through the door. I immediately stood up to greet them. Of course, they ignored me. I sat back down and waited for the teacher to come in. I ended up falling asleep for a bit. I woke up startled after someone kicked my chair out from under me. "Next time maybe try leaving some more". I looked up and nodded at Sunghoon. "Okay, sorry". I lower my eyes until I hear the teacher come in. Mrs. Lee looks at me with pity. "I have great news everyone, we have five new transfer students. Why don't you introduce yourselves."

‘In the middle of the week, don't new kids normally join on Mondays, not Wednesdays'

She points at the five of them. "Hi, my name is Soobin, and this is Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Huening Kai. But we just call him Kai!" I look at them in awe. They're all very tall and good looking. One of them in particular catches my eye. Yeonjun I think. He looks at me too.

I look away embarrassed. "You guys can sit in the back with Jae" she says a little to enthusiastically. I groan internally. There she goes trying to set me up again. Mrs. Lee has a thing for trying to help me out in the best way she thinks she can. Although her son is an asshole, she's quite nice. They make their way to the back of the classroom and sit with me.

"Hello, I’m Jae" I say as Soobin sits down beside me. “I know.” He smiles. I raise my eyebrow confused. “How do you know who I am?” I question. “Your uh, your tag says your name.” He points. Then he turns to his friends and whispers something. They gasp silently then look at me. One of them smiling and waving at me. I think his name is Beomgyu. They finish their discussion and Soobin turns back to me. “We should be friends.” I slightly shrug and say sure. I turn back to the lesson trying to avoid any further conversation. I’m sigh internally, I can't let them get to friendly, especially with the way Mark is glaring at me. Soobin pouts and focuses on class.

About 40 minutes later and it's the end of the period. I pack up my stuff quickly and head out of the classroom as fast as I can. Unfortunately, bumping into Mark in the process. He scoffs and tells me to meet him by the bathroom. I nod and run out of the classroom. I make my way to the bathroom.

‘Why are they taking so long'

My thoughts are interrupted though when I hear Mark say "Hey Jae, how do you feel about pancakes?" Then I felt an unhealthy amount of flour being poured on me. I look up and see Mark on the second floor laughing. Not long after that I feel eggs breaking against my clothing and skin. Mark then questions "Maple, or sugar free." Johnny besides him says "How about both!" Then, unfortunately for me. The sticky substance gets poured all over me. "Mmm delicious." I mumble sarcastically. "What was that" Mark furrows his brows. I go to repeat my wonderfully crafted sentence when I interrupted.

"Hey, what are you doing!" I look over and see that Yeonjun guy from earlier. "What are you doing here?!?" I ask confused. "I was passing when I saw you, what are you going here?" He questions just as confused "I was uh, just passing by" I smile. He shakes his head and whispers to me. "When I count to three we run, okay?" I nod.

"Okay, 1, 2, 3!" He grabs my hand and we run down the hall and to the locker room. I laugh a bit embarrassed. "Do you need a pair of clean clothes or a ride home?" I shake my head no. "Nah, I have clothes for situations like these." I point towards a locker. "I even have my own dedicated locker. He shakes his head in disbelief. "Does this happen often?" I shrug my shoulders "I guess, but I'm use to it." He huffs. How cute.

"What's your next class he questions." "Gym." I sigh annoyed. I hate gym, I always seem to get targeted in all of the games. He gasps, "Me too, let's go together!" I smile at this. "Okay, let me just get changed real quick." I point at the door. "Wait for me out there." He nods his head.

Yeonjun' s POV

That was crazy, why would they do that to him. "Wait for me out there" He points at the door. I nod and head towards the door, but I take one more glance at him. I notice more bruises and injuries as I'm walking out. "Come on, I'll show you the way." I nod and follow him. What I failed to mention though, was the fact that the late bell rang five minutes ago.

We make it there when we hear the teacher, "How nice of you to join us. Care to share the reason why?"  I look at Jae, he just shifts uncomfortably. So I step forward. "Uh yes, I was lost so I asked Jae to help me." He looks at me and asks my name. "It's Yeonjun sir, I'm new here." "I can see that, well since you want to show up late, you and Jae can be in the same team. We've already finished picking. Go join the other four newbies." He points to the other side of the gym. "Today we'll be playing dodgeball." He smirks. Well, this will be fun. I think to myself as I smile at Jae. Who must I mention, looks miserable. Go team, I guess.

(This is my first time trying to write, so I’m sorry for any misspelling or grammar mistakes)

[just-here-for-the-moment]

Claire...may I request a lil' writing? I'm thinking of Javi maybe post Columbia and he builds up a routine. He goes to the same coffee shop every morning on his way to work and of course picks up the same order. You're a barista at the coffee shop and eventually, you can pin down his arrival to the minute so one day, you make his drink for the exact moment when he gets there, with your number written on the cup cause screw it, he's damn hot. What would happen? <3

Oh Maia, this was FUN to write for you!!! I hope you enjoy it! :D

Exciting update!!! GIF and media genius @nicolethered made an amazing video for me to go with this fic!! Go give her big love!!

Second exciting update! I was challenged by @quica-quica-quica to play the POV game for this piece (where someone Asks you to rewrite a piece from a different character's POV). So now there is a companion piece to this from Javier's POV, called: "Coffee Shop Girl". Enjoy!

For Now

Word count: 3900+

Rating: explicit, 18+ only

Outline: Javier Peña x “You” (Austin coffee shop barista; cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: slow-burn; oral sex/F receiving; vaginal fingering; protected P/V sex; cigarette smoking

Ten days. It took ten days between the first arrival of the handsome stranger and you ending up in his bed. A new personal record for you, given how reserved you normally were. But it was nothing to be ashamed of, as long as you were careful. It was the 90s now after all, there was zero reason to have to keep your knees closed until marriage, as long as you used condoms and got tested regularly.

You liked the coffee shop well enough, situated on the southern end of downtown near the warehouses and a few clubs. It drew a full spectrum of Austinites: college kids closing out their club nights with breakfast tacos and pastries before going home to crash; early morning construction workers, employees from the big post office around the corner; and the usual boring lawyers and office staff who started streaming in around 7:30 every weekday morning. You could do the job well enough, even considering the odd hours: waking up early enough to open the doors at 5:30, serve the slow trickle of early morning customers with patience and ease until a co-worker joined at 7:00 for the morning rush. And the barista and food service parts of the job were physically but not mentally demanding. It was a job, and certainly less hassle than your bartending gig some weekends. At least here you only had to throw drunks out once a month.

And then one Tuesday in early June, at 7:47 a.m., he appeared. Tall, neatly groomed mustache, dark eyes, a sheaf of bangs swept to the side over his forehead. His navy blue blazer and tie said ‘accountant’ or maybe ‘state employee’ and his sideburns were just a little out of date. You pegged him at about 40, probably one of those men who visited the same barber their whole lives, not bothering to keep up with fashion trends as long as they looked neat and clean. When he reached to take his to-go cup of black coffee from you, you noticed that his ring finger was bare, and you liked that his fingernails were clean and trimmed. He offered you a nod in thanks, and you smiled at him a little more warmly than you had with your other customers so far. He held the door on his way out, pausing just a moment to let two women enter… and then he was gone, out into the bright sunlight and foot traffic and morning rush. You hoped you would see him again.

On Wednesday he came back again, a repeat of Tuesday except with a different tie, deep red today instead of navy. Black coffee to go, leather portfolio tucked under one arm, clean hands, eyes as dark as the coffee you handed him. This time rewarding you with a gruff and gravelly, “Thanks,” instead of just a nod. You relished the accidental brush of his fingers on yours as you handed the cup over, another flash of him imprinted on you, along with yesterday’s vision of him going golden as he stepped out into the morning sun. This time you watched him through the big glass window until he was out of sight, admiring his strong nose in profile, the curve of it perched over that mustache. Two extra seconds of handsomeness poured into your morning before you had to turn back to rinsing mugs and making change. You hoped that he’d come again on Thursday, making it three visits, a genuine pattern instead of a fluke.

On Thursday he reappeared, same time as the previous two days, waiting patiently in line behind two wake-and-bake potheads who were taking their sweet time staring up at the food menu. Today he was dark gray instead of navy, wearing a charcoal blazer and a sharp black tie. You waved him over with a smile, letting it melt all the way up to your eyes instead of flashing the tight, brief, closed-mouth thing you used on most customers.

“Black coffee, right?” You watched his face, taking in the dark eyes, the hair, the brief smile that made a surprise dimple appear in his cheek.

He nodded, “That’s right. Thank you.” He slid a rumpled bill across the counter. “Keep the change.”

You bit your lip as you turned away, preening at his thanks and seven whole words as if they were genuine praise. His voice was deep and rich, landing with a rumble in your own chest, like the remnants of thudding bass from a passing car. You poured the coffee and secured the lid, brain scrambling desperately for something clever to say. To make him come back, to talk to you more.

You turned and handed him the cup, and as he reached for it you again let your hand be in just the right spot to feel the brush of his fingers. Your eyes locked on one another, and for the briefest moment you forgot to let go of the cup. You wanted to swim in those brown eyes forever, get lost and let him drown you whole. He paused, and you thought you saw the briefest twitch of his mustache, a pinprick in his calm exterior before you drew your hand back. He inclined his head, a single nod, and then he turned to leave and your attention was swept back to the register and the next customers.

Friday he arrived “on time” and you met his eyes as soon as he opened the door. Today he was warm earth tones, a dark red shirt under a brown tweed blazer and no tie, a nod to casual Friday. You turned and prepared his coffee, tightening the lid and then holding it up to him across the room, smiling and tossing your chin up in a friendly greeting. He walked up and slid a few bills over the counter to you.

“Thanks.” He winked at you and something in your pelvis fluttered. “See you next week.”

You watched him go, stepping out again into a halo of golden sun, pulling a pair of aviator sunglasses from his pocket and putting them on before striding away. You suddenly felt lost, facing the many hours between now and Monday.

Your weekend passed in a blur of extra bartending shifts and catching up on sleep. You were forever napping at odd hours, trying to reconcile the slightly staggered rhythms of early morning coffee shop hours and late-night bartending. It wasn’t the hardest you’d ever worked or the worst schedule, but it wasn’t fun. At least, it hadn’t been fun until now. Now you had something to look forward to.

Monday morning you opened the shop and kept an eye on the clock. At 7:46 you poured black coffee into a to-go cup. Thirty seconds later, he appeared on the other side of the plate glass window, the navy suit and tie again, blowing out a long stream of cigarette smoke before dropping the butt and giving it a quick twist under his foot. He took off his amber-lensed aviators and tucked them into the pocket of his blazer, then pulled out his wallet. At 7:47 on the dot, he opened the door, met your eyes, and saw you holding up his coffee. And there went that smile again, the dimple, the wink.

You smiled as he approached the counter. “You psychic or something? Or am I just that predictable?”

“Both, maybe.” You grinned and wiggled your eyebrows.

He opened his wallet and passed a bill across the counter, larger than what was strictly necessary for a to-go coffee and a reasonable tip. “Great service, keep the change.”

You thanked him, giving him the full-watt smile and wishing him a good day as you opened and closed the register, putting the change into the tip jar. Thankfully there was no one else in line right now, so you could give his handsome figure your full attention as he left, watching how the navy blazer hugged his shoulders.

He went out the door, turned right like he always did, and then he turned his head and his eyes met yours through the glass. You should have felt embarrassed that he caught you staring, but you didn’t. Mostly because you realized that he had stopped to look back, too, which meant you weren’t the only one hoping for more. He nodded and lifted his cup in a gesture of thanks. Then he was gone.

Tuesday was the same, only with the charcoal blazer and the dark red tie this time. The wink, the flutter in your gut, the over-tipping. The glance across the counter as his fingers brushed yours around the cup. The aviators slung on as soon as he stepped out the door.

Wednesday, again, the navy suit and tie, another brush of the fingers, a smaller tip but a bigger smile, gracing you with that dimple again. Another gravelly, “Thank you,” that sounded warmer than he had to date. The handsome profile and a quick meeting of the eyes through the glass as he left again.

Thursday was the same, only better. You used a permanent marker to write something on his paper cup before you poured it precisely at 7:46 a.m., watching, waiting. He did not disappoint. At 7:47, precisely on time, you caught a glimpse of his profile as he came into view through the plate glass window. Charcoal again. He turned and saw you inside, then opened the door, holding it again for a woman exiting. You pointed at his to-go cup on the counter and smiled.

“You trying to get rid of me? In and out so quickly?” He smiled and twitched an eyebrow at you.

You smiled back, “Depends on how long you were planning to stay. We close at 1:00 a.m. after open mic tonight. After that you gotta go somewhere else.”

The handsome man chuckled and pursed his lips. “And what time do you get off, after the morning shift?”

“Depends on who’s asking.” You winked and immediately regretted it, it felt too bold, it wasn’t your normal mode.

He met your eyes and said simply, “I am.”

You felt your face split into a wide smile. “I finish at 1:00, after the lunch rush.”

He nodded. “Good to know. I’m Javier, by the way.” He stuck his hand out and shook yours. You gave him your name and a warm shake of the hand.

He fished a few bills out of his wallet. “Can I maybe stop by after your shift, take you to lunch sometime?”

“You can do me one better than that.” You rotated the paper cup so that the writing was facing him. “My phone number’s on the cup.”

His eyebrows popped up, and then he gave you an appraising glance, like he was impressed. You saw his tongue shift up under his lip to suck a tooth and you suddenly wanted nothing more than to see how that tongue felt on you. You flushed hot, tingling with desire.

He arched an eyebrow at you. “You do that for all your customers?”

“Just the best tippers.” You winked at him and laughed.

He stuck his hand out once more and you gave him yours. He lifted it and kissed the back of your hand, mustache sweeping ever so briefly over your knuckles before he gently released it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” his voice was low and something in it went straight to your groin, making your pelvic muscles clench. You watched him pick up the cup and go, smiling at you with that dimple through the glass as he left. You stood for just a moment, hoping, hoping, hoping. Maybe he would call you after work?

At 1:00 you finished your shift and handed the register off to Mike. You were just untying your apron and hanging it up when you saw a familiar profile sweep into view outside the window. Javier. Your stomach flipped over and a million little butterflies flew out.

He ducked inside the door and searched the shop for a moment, smiling when he saw you coming out from behind the counter with your bag slung over your shoulder.

“Hey,” you stood for a moment and hesitated, suddenly shy.

Javier slipped his sunglasses off and tucked them into his pocket. “Hey, I’m glad I caught you. Are you busy, or can I take you to lunch today?”

“No, I’m not busy. I’d love to go.” You smiled. “There’s a sandwich place around the corner, and a park we can go sit in.”

He smiled, wider than you’d seen him do so far. “That’s perfect.”

He let you lead, walking him across the street and around the corner to the sub shop. You made small-talk on the way there, finding out that he was from Laredo but new to Austin, a former DEA agent consulting for the state. You picked up your food and walked a block over to the small city park, where you told him about your roommates, your cat, your wish to go back to school and finish your degree. By the end of lunch you were both smiling, feeling that spark, the little magnetic pull that had started over his coffee orders. At 2:00 Javier said he had to get back to his office.

“... but I’d really like to see you again. Can I take you to dinner? Tonight if that’s okay, since you’re working tomorrow night.” He stood close to you, looking warmly into your eyes.

“Yeah, that would be great.” You felt that flutter again, that twitch of interest from looking into his warm brown eyes, seeing the way they crinkled when he smiled. You were so busy looking at his eyes that you didn’t see him reach his hand out, sweeping it around to circle your shoulders and pull you in for a kiss. You kissed him back, as urgently as was proper for the time of day and the public setting. When he pulled away to walk back up the few blocks to his office, you stood there dazed. Wow.

You went home and napped, then showered and changed into datewear. Javier picked you up at 7:30, and you were relieved that the little spark was still there. You had half-worried that it would wear off in the few hours between your lunch date and now, or that it was a localized feeling limited to a small radius around the coffee shop. But dinner was fun and warm, and by the end of dessert and coffee you didn’t want to leave him yet. You decided that you would be bolder than you normally were.

“Listen, my roommates are home, but do you want to go back to your place?”

Javier looked surprised for only a moment and then smiled, “Yes, let’s go.”

You kissed all the way back to the car, ran your hands lightly over the back of Javier’s neck as he drove, kissed all the way from the car to his apartment door, and tumbled inside together, feeling for buttons and zippers and helping each other out of your clothes. His erection felt warm and solid against your hip, and when he finally got naked you were nearly moaning at the expanse of his broad shoulders and golden skin. He was beautiful.

Javier walked you backwards to the bedroom and paused only to pull a wrapped condom out of a drawer and turn on the bedside lamp to chase away the dark. You lay back and watched him as he tossed the foil packet onto the quilt next to you and then knelt beside your legs. He looked at you as he ran his hands up and down your naked thighs. Then he butterflied your legs slowly apart and ran one warm hand up to your pussy, teasing you with his fingers, dipping them in and out between your labia and running them up to tickle your clit.

“Can I eat you out?” He asked almost shyly.

You nodded, a breathy “Yeah,” issuing from your lips. Javier dove down and licked into you with a rush. You gasped and threw your head back, clawing your fingers down into the blankets. Javier worked you open on three fingers and used the tip of his stiffened tongue to flick your clit rapidly from side to side while his fingers slipped slowly in and out. You moaned and fought the urge to close your legs while he curled and stroked inside of you, finding the spots you could never quite reach yourself. Within a few minutes you were cresting the wave of release.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come! Keep- keep going,” you gasped, “Just like that!” Javier kept his pace steady, working you along as you huffed and breathed faster. He curled his fingers just right and you sped off the edge into oblivion, gulping and grunting and making noises that were almost embarrassing, that didn’t sound like you, but you felt too good to even care. Javier stopped licking and slowed his fingers as you clenched around him, using the broad flat of his tongue to swipe a long, comforting stripe up the outside of your labia. When you were finished coming, he pulled his fingers out slowly and sat up on his haunches, smiling like a prizewinner.

He wiped one broad, flat hand down his mouth and chin, and then crawled up the bed to lay next to you, stroking you from hip to breast with his thick fingers. “Was that okay, cariño?”

You groaned out a chuckle, “Oh yeah, that was good.” You rolled onto your side to face him, and drew him in for a deep kiss. You loved the mix of how he smelled and tasted, your own salty musk blending with his spicy cologne and the smoky phantoms of cigarettes past and his after-dinner coffee. As you kissed, his hand came up to stroke a trail of goosebumps on your shoulder, and you reached yours down to stroke his cock to attention. The heft of him was thick and warm in your hand, and within seconds he was hard and throbbing. You ran the pad of your thumb up the bottom of his head and over his slit gently, and you giggled as he shuddered and reached down to pull your hand away.

“You keep going like that and I’m not going to last long.” His thick fingers wrapped around yours, and he pulled your hand up to place a long kiss to the inside of your wrist, blowing warm air out through his nose, the feel of it on your skin sending a thrill up your spine. He reached for the condom and opened it, rolling it down his proud length. He put his hand down and stroked your thigh before hooking one hand behind your knee to pull your leg up and over his hip. He held himself so that his tip was buried just at your entrance, then he thrust up and into you in one swift motion. You inhaled sharply and hooked your leg tighter around him, letting him set the pace. He nudged your jaw, nosing up into the crook of your neck and kissing you from ear to chin and back again.

His hot words sent chills down your neck and your nipples stiffened into sensitive buds. “Baby, you feel so fucking good, so hot and wet. Fuck, you’re amazing.”

You kissed him and shushed him, then you pressed an open palm to his chest, “Wait. Roll over. I wanna get on top.”

Javier grinned in the dim light of his bedroom, then he wrapped his big hand around your lower back and pulled you over with him. You shifted and settled into place, and the feeling of being speared on him, of his cock hitting deep inside, of his coarse curls rubbing against your clit was almost to the point of overstimulation. You whined and fell face down into the crook of his neck, smelling his warm spiced fragrance and going limp at the ‘too much’ of it all. He planted his feet flat on the bed and kept his arms wrapped around you, thrusting up, up, up into you over and over. He made the most delicious noises, sounds that might have been words or not, but which conveyed all of his pleasure in little grunts and groans.

You decided you wanted to watch his face, so you sat back up and braced yourself on your knees, rolling your hips in rhythm with his and helping him chase his high.

“God, you look so fucking good on my cock, cariño. So beautiful.” He started to turn glossy with sweat, tiny golden beads reflecting the single lamp beside the bed and making him look surreal. You followed a drip of sweat as it appeared on his neck and then ran down to pool in the hollow at the base of his throat. You tipped forward once more to lick at it, to taste the salt and the smoke of him and nip one tiny bite into his neck before moving up to lick and nibble at his earlobe.

Javier suddenly tensed his legs, giving one big thrust and then hissing out a “Fffff-” between his lips as he came. He thrust again and then stilled, relaxing back into the bed, but keeping you close against him. You let him hold you, your breaths slowing together until you were back, calm again, heartbeats back to center. He released you and held the base of the condom as you lifted off and rolled onto your back. He went to the bathroom, and you heard him run water before he returned with a wrung-out washcloth. He offered it to you, and you declined with a weak wave. He turned and tossed it into the bathroom sink and then motioned for you to scoot off the bed so he could turn the covers down.

He picked up a packet of cigarettes and a lighter, gesturing at you with a raised eyebrow. You put a hand up, “Not a whole one, but I’ll take a drag off yours if that’s ok.”

“Sure thing.” He lit one and passed it to you, and you took a deep drag before handing it back.

“Thanks.” You blew the smoke out in a blue stream.

He crawled into bed and patted the mattress next to him. “Stay,” he looked at you with a smile. “If you want to.” He parked the cigarette back between his plush lips.

You smiled warmly and crawled in next to him. “Okay, just for a little while.” You checked the digital clock beside the bed. “I gotta go home and change, and then get to the coffee shop at 5:00. Can you set the alarm for 4:00?”

He nodded and picked up the clock, pressed a few buttons and slid a switch into place. Then he raised his arm and settled it around your shoulders, and turned off the lamp. You watched the cherry of his cigarette glow and then turn faint, bobbing in the dark as he moved to flick ash into the ashtray on the nightstand.

He murmured low, into the quiet room, “You know, I’m only here for the summer. The consulting job ends in August.” He paused to take the final pull of his cigarette, then stubbed it out in the ashtray. “After that, I gotta go back to D.C.”

You yawned and nodded. “No problem. We can have fun this summer. I’ll take you to Barton Springs and Mount Bonnell, give you the real Austin tour. We can just have fun for now.”

He kissed your forehead, moving down your nose to land soft kisses on your lips. “Okay, summer girl. I’m all yours… for now.”

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Lost in Assistance - Ch. 9

Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Y/n is a professional celebrity's personal assistant in Hollywood got hired with two years contract to be the assistant of the famous and talented Elizabeth Olsen / Lizzie by her manager. Both Y/n and Lizzie hate each other since day one, and they have mutual friend. One is as stubborn as the other, will Y/n stay when Lizzie gives attitudes and tries her best to make her quit before the contract ends?

Warning: fluff, angst, smut (in future chapters), swearing words ( +18 only)

I do not own any pictures, name, brand, song titles or anything that I used in this story.

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You fell asleep last night once you finally got everything done and prepared for today’s schedule. You were exhausted from the long flight and yesterday’s activity not to mention you were drained from your argument with Lizzie.

As much as your body feels so comfortable sleeping on the comfy hotel’s bed tucked in under the warm comforter, you are awakened with loud knockings on your door. You check the clock that reads 8.02 AM. Since your body is still adjusting with the time difference, it takes time for you to be fully awake but the frantic knocking on your door forces you to quickly grab your glasses and get up from your bed. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” You said it in a light annoyance as you quickly pacing to answer the door.

“Aubrey? What are you doing here so early?” Your morning raspy voice asked her and your eyes squinted to try to adjust with the light as you just woke up. 

"Is Lizzie with you?" She ignored your question. Her face looks pale. "What? No. What's going on?" You scratch your head and yawn at the same time when you asked her. “I can’t find her anywhere!” Aubrey talked in panic as she pushed past you to get into your room. “Wait what? You can’t find who?” You closed your door as you waited in confusion for her answer.

“Lizzie! I can’t find her. I woke up at 7.00 and she wasn’t in the room. I looked for her everywhere in the room then I thought she probably went down to get breakfast so I called her but went straight to voicemail. I just went downstairs to find her but no luck, so I came here to check if she is with you and apparently she is not." She rambled on answering you, pacing around the room in panic as she bit her nails.

You walk to her and grab both of her shoulders to face you. "Aubrey, calm down. When was the last time you saw her?" You try to ask in a calm tone so she calms down and focuses on you.

"Last night. After dinner, we got back here. I went to bed after her. I went to the bathroom around 6, and she was in the living room. I heard her talking on the phone but I went back to bed and before you asked me who she was talking to, no I didn’t know who it was. I couldn’t hear it clearly.” She tried to give as much detail as she could. A heavy sigh came out of your lips while your mind was running around to figure things out. “Let’s go to your room, maybe she left a note or something.”

As soon as you both got to their room, you tried to search for any note or clue that might help but there was nothing. You decided to ask the hotel security to help to find her or at least check the camera footage. After a few hours of searching, it leads to nothing but the camera footage that showed Lizzie went out from the room talking on the phone for about 30-40 minutes then to the lobby and she was no longer on the phone then she walked out of the hotel.

Both of you went back to their room. You started to get worried not just about the time ticking closer to the photoshoot schedule as the clock showed it’s 10.30 but mainly deep down you are worried about her, her safety since she doesnt know Paris that well, let alone she can’t speak French. You came back and sat on the couch with a heavy and frustrated sigh.

“I hope she is okay but I swear to God Aubrey, if she’s doing this just to give me a hard time in her own little game, I will lose myself! How was she last night? Did she say anything to you?” You pulled your face down to both of your palms, prompted by both of your elbows on your thigh.

“No, I don't think she’s doing this on purpose. She seemed a little off last night too at dinner.” She tried to recall from last night. “She told me she had a fight with Robbie last night on a phone call but then she didn’t tell me much about it because she knows how much I dont like him. She mentioned that she wished that she was with Robbie here.” She added.

The last sentence that she just told you gave you a sudden clue, a very sudden one that you pulled your head up so quick like a deer got alerted by an upcoming headlight. “That’s it! I think I know where she is! Let’s go!” You said it in a strong assurance.

“Where and how do you know?” In spite of the confusion she had in mind, she followed you after she saw your whole face lit up with confidence when you figured out where Lizzie was.

“Oh first let’s not forget to bring this.” You quickly grabbed her coat that was laying on the couch and left to find her. “I’m sure she is at Pont des Arts bridge because I noticed on the flight here she was reading about it. Plus you said that she said she wished she’s with Robbie here, and maybe with her being a melancholic person who always has mood swings yet maybe romantic, I guess. She must be there.” You explained as both of you walked to the car to pick her up.

“Is that the bridge with locks where people put “love locks” with their loved ones?” Everything is finally coming together in her mind. You nodded. “Aww Y/N. I think it’s sweet that you paid detailed attention to her.” Awe transformed on her face then she teased with a grin on her face.

“What? It was just part of my job. I have to know about my client, especially what they like or dislike to help me on the job. There’s nothing more than that. Just admit that it works.” You tackled her teasing right away with the truth or at least you think it was the truth.

“Yeah sure y/n. Sure.” She grinned once again. It’s still early so there are not many people,it  makes you both easily find her standing alone near the bridge’s rail that’s full of people’s locks that they put with their loved ones. She was facing the river. It seems that she is lost in deep thought and her features are visibly clouded by sadness. Aubrey runs towards her side followed by you but you stop half way to give them privacy but still close enough that you still can hear them just in case they need you.

“Liz, are you okay? We’ve been looking for you everywhere. Why are you here?” Aubrey pants a little as she asks her worrily. Knowing it was her best friend's voice without even looking, her mouth opened slowly to let out some words. 

“You know, I came to Paris a few times but I was single, I always dreamed of coming here and spending time with the person I love.” She paused to swallow a lump on her throat. “Now I have Robbie yet I’m here without him and instead of feeling happy when I call him to talk about how was our day going, we argued two days in a row for stupid reasons.”

She paused again, you can see her bottom lips quivered as small tears rolled over her right cheek that you can see. You really wanted to say something but you tried not to. 

“I’m scared that if what you said about him was right then eventually I have to start all over again with someone else that I don't even know if it’s gonna work out or if it’s the right person to start all over again with. All of these will probably attract more attention from the paparazzi, which means more anxiety for me. It’s one thing after another.”

“Oh honey, I’m sorry. Maybe I’m wrong, maybe he is not bad after all. We never know. Don’t you worry, everything will work out in its own way. If it doesn’t work out, I’m here for you.” Aubrey moves closer to her and gives her a hug to make her feel better, rubbing Lizzie arms to give her more comfort. You can see her nodding in Aubrey's arm agreeing with her then pulling away from her and wiping her own tears as she takes a deep breath. Her lips curved a small smile as a sign that she is already feeling a little better.

“Thank you Aubrey. Wait, how did you know I was here?” She sniffed and looked at Aubrey confused.

“Y/n helped me. She figured it out. She thought you would be here.” Aubrey explains and before she points to where you are at, you decide to say something. 

“Don’t worry, someday you will find the right person who deserves you. If it meant to be it meant to be.” You stand there with her coat on your left hand,the wind blows your hair. You were confident that what you just said will make her feel better only until as soon as she knows you were there the whole time, she runs her fingers to remove strains of hair on her face, wipes her tears and fixes her hair.

“Oh my God Aubrey! How long has she been here?!” Lizzie never wants people to see her vulnerable. She only lets certain people see this side of her, and you are not one of them. Of course not! Not in a million years. She won’t let the assistant who she doesn't like see her like this.

“Whoa, calm down boss! You know what? On a second thought, if I were you, I would take that attitude down a notch if I want to find the right love.” You said it sarcastically as you shrugged your shoulders.

“This is none of your business! Why are you even here?” Lizzie groaned in exasperation. 

“I was just helping your best friend here to find you. I could’ve slept longer if she didn’t knock on my door asking for my help to find you and well, it’s also my job too so I don’t have a choice. So a thank you would be nice.” You retorted and you clenched your fist.

“She might need your help, but I don’t! God, I hate you!” Upset, She held up her hands and shook her head.

You walked closer. “Oh yeah? If it wasn’t for me, we wouldn’t find you here! It’s not easy to find you in Paris! You could’ve put yourself in danger, do you know that?! Oh also here you go! I knew you would have forgotten your coat. So yeah I’m that good of an assistant. Just admit it, it’s not that bad to have me as your assistant.” You argued as you tossed her coat to her then she walked away and you walked with her with Aubrey following you both from behind.

She then laughed dryly. “You are so full of yourself aren’t you y/n?! You are so annoying!” Lizzie putting on the coat you gave her. Your eyes burn with annoyance. “I’m annoying? Your stubborn self is the one who always starts all of our arguments!” Both of you kept arguing back and forth like there was no one else around you, all of you walking back to the car.

Aubrey tries to stop both of you. “Guys! Guys! GUYS!!” Aubrey raised her voice a bit to get your attention as both of you answered and looked back at her at the same time. “WHAT?!”

“You guys remember I’m still here right?” Aubrey tried to remind both of you. “Do both of you really hate each other this much?” She added with a disbelief expression, her eyes flicked from you to Lizzie and back to you.

“Of course! You know how annoying she is!” Lizzie answered without hesitation. 

You retorted in an instant. “Can you blame me? She is so stubborn, pushing my buttons every. single. time! Come on, we have a photoshoot to go to, we can’t be late!!” 

Both of you try to avoid eye contact and continue walking. Aubrey watches both of you walking from behind.

“I don’t think both of you hate each other.” With the argument between you and Lizzie in the background continuing, Aubrey keeps the thought to herself and almost laughs about it and shakes her head. It’s almost too funny for her to watch. Being friends with both of you for a few years and being as observant as she is, she knows both of you very well and that helps her notice things that both you and Lizzie don't, perhaps not yet.

Ch. 10

Taglist: @madamevirgo​

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BBH’s Prison visit (scene-by-scene)

(To make things easier I’m going to put the timestamp for the END of each scene I talk about)

Link to the vod 

Very long post warning! This is going to center on Dream so if you aren’t into that don’t click the read more. 

28:46 - Bbh comes up to Dream and even walks past him a bit before Dream turns and starts moving again. This is our first sign of him being spacey. After he says hello he takes a deep breath. This sounds like the type of breath you take to calm down. 

29:14 - We can hear how Dream’s voice is different even from the last time we heard him. To make sure I checked Tommy’s vod and it is completely different. He speaks slower, with more spaces, less enunciation, sometimes there’s a slight slurr to his voice. Bbh asks how he’s doing and he replies and goes to spin his clock. I don’t know how intentional this is but BBH asks what he’s doing and Dream stops and looks at the floor instead of at BBH. 

29:33 - Bbh asks if spinning his clock is what Dream does in his free time and Dream says yes. He used to write but he burned a lot of his books. He doesn’t say why. We can assume based off what he said he doesn’t write anymore. That means all he has to do is spin his clock round and round. After BBH opens the chest 6 spaces are empty. One book is on the lectern. He assumedly burnt all the books Tommy made him write. Why? He never elabirates on this so we don’t know

29:52 - Bbh asks if Dream likes it in here and Dream takes almost 3 seconds to respond. He describes it as “really good”. Before while bbh is talking about the cell he doesn’t say anything. He looks at the lava but doesn’t move towards it.

30:11 - Dream talks about how he gets potatoes :] But they’re raw :[. He goes close to the lava but comes back to talk to bad. Also whenever he walks he runs. Dream is notoriously very active, he bounces around he can’t do that in the cell so instead he runs from place to place. “he said he- I tried to get out and so he made it so I couldn’t have visitors for a few days but” He completely drops the potatoes conversation to say that then drops this conversation. 

30:47 - Bbh tells Dream that he’s done bad things that got him in there. Dream doesn’t argue he simply repeats “that’s true”. He also says he gets to “think and think and think... and play with my clock”. In that sentence he looks at the damage pot dispenser then plays with his clock. 

31:36 -  When Bbh asks if Dream wants to hear what’s going on outside he perks up somewhat and asks how George and Sapnap are doing. He remarks after bbh says they probably miss that they haven’t visited him. He then makes a reason for it because there were a few days he couldn’t get visitors. Bbh accidentally rubs in that they haven’t come by at all and Dream goes and spins his clock for 31:24 - 31:33. He says nothing in this time, then he asks what’s happening outside. 

32:41 - While bbh talks about that’s going on outside Dream spins his clock, he stops to chuckle at what Tommy’s up to. Bad says he’s sure a lot of people miss Dream while Dream is turned around and Dream snaps to attention looking at bad. He laughs at Techno “still doing the whole anarchy thing” then asks for a 3rd time what is happening outside. He goes back to spinning his clock while Bbh talks. At this point it’s very obvious how much Dream uses the clock. It’s like he relies on it. 

33:28 - Bbh talks to Dream about  the egg. He simply says “I remember the egg” and “that’s intresting” before going back and spinning his clock. “I don’t really have anything else other than the clock”. That’s sadly true. As far as he knows everyone hates him, he’s lost everything. The only thing he has left is his clock. Bbh asks if he’s named it and he has but he doesn't want too say the name. Instead of that he just keeps spinning it.

34:29 - Dream takes out at book and starts writing in it. Bbh asks what he’s writing but Dream doesn't reply simply giving bad the completed book. It’s titled “thank you!” and the inside says “thank you for visiting me badboyhalo!” Dream tells bad he won’t be able to take it out. Bbh says that once Dream gets out he can take it with him. Dream doesn't reply and spins his clock. If you haven’t noticed how much he uses this clock you’re blind. He says that his sentence is forever when bad asks. “Forevers not that long” Way to rub it in bad. At least Dream chuckles a little.

35:40 - Bad tells him he likes what he’s done with the place before realizing how that sounds. Dream moves his clock to the other side of the room. “I like to watch it and then when it hits halfway *pause* then *pause* then I’m happy”. Note that in this chunk Dream is particularly bad at replying to bbh. They watch the clock move together. Dream says that it was “awesome” he seems to not have been the biggest fan of redecotaring because he moves his clock back to it’s original location. 

36:43 - Dream makes a sound like when you are sad and have to take a breath before you start crying. He says that he doesn’t know what else he’s supposed to do. Bad mentions that Dream has a heat source. From that we can assume that Dream’s tiny prison is pretty darn hot. He also asks how long he’e been in there suggesting that he has lost track of time. That’s pretty common in people who are in solitary confinement. Bad gives a timeline of a few weeks to 2 weeks. For reference the United Nations says solitary confinement for more than 15 days is torture. 

37:20 - Bad asks who’s come and visit Dream, Dream says only Tommy and bbh is surprised. Dream remarks that “he’s the only one actually, until you” and goes to stand close to the lava. He goes close to it a second time while he justifies no one visiting by saying there’s limited visiting hours and overtime more people will (come visit). 

38:18 - Dream tells bbh about the #epic prank he does on Sam where he burns his clock so he can see Sam and say hi. The clock that he’s spent most of his visit spinning. So he can see someone else. I wonder if Sam decided not to give Dream another clock what else he would do to get Sam to visit. Bbh asks if he gets in trouble for burning his clock and Dream says sometimes he gets less potatoes. 

"oh so he starves you"

 "no I'm not s- I dunno- I wouldn't say I'm starving but-" 

"you have 3 square meals a day?" 

"........... i have potatoes"

The concerning parts are how much he stumbles over his words and the I wouldn’t say I’m starving. What would you say you are then? 

39:38 - Dream chuckles and throws his clock into lava. It’s gone now. Let’s see if he acts any different. Dream moves around a bunch while talking about what will happen later, you can hear his chuckle and smile at his ‘prank’. Dream tells bad that Sam is going to make a system so that the potatoes are dropped in so he doesn't have to see him to give him potatoes. Bbh says that he should keep sam from doing it because doesn’t it brighten his day? Dream admits it does but everything here is automated so it’ll make it better. Bbh asks if awesamdude treats Dream well and Dream says he does while he keeps glancing at the lava.

40:28 - Dream sniffles and tells bbh that it’s fine in here. He has his clock and his book and,,, he’s happy in here...right? He finishes off that sentence by sniffling and clearing his throat. All signs point to him not being happy in here. Where before he would spin his clock now he,,,, tries not to cry. Bbh asks if he’s allowed to have anything else, Dream tells him he can ask. While bbh talks about how maybe he could get a potted plant he sniffles again. Dream is obviously upset but he does as Dream does and says he’s okay and things are fine. 

42:00 - Bbh asks who Dream wants to come visit him, he says that he wants george and sapnap to come visit him. Bbh accidentally makes it sound like they don’t want to visit Dream, he says that they probably just need to be reminded that Dream is available for visitors. Dream takes 4 seconds to reply and it’s just a sad “yea”. Bbh tells him to look on the bright side and Dream just looks at the floor. I think that he knows that George and Sapnap don’t like/hate him. He also takes awhile to reply to Bbh saying that he’s been on good behavior right? If that’s because he hasn’t or because Sam’s idea of good behavior is hard for Dream we don’t know. 

42:51 - Dream throws himself into lava and Bbh reacts with horror yelling at him what is he doing? He says that sometimes he swims in there. What exactly made him decide to swim in the lava? Maybe him remembering how he he lost his friends, maybe him realizing he’ll never be free, maybe he was bored? We don’t know. What we do know is in this cell healthy coping mechanisms do not exist. They aren’t allowed to exist by nature of it. He tells bab that going into the lava keeps him entertained and sometimes he likes to set himself on fire with it. He demonstrates this and while bad asks if it’s a prank he just chuckles. This demonstrates how in the cell he’s willing to put himself physically into harms way for any more stimulation. It’s sad honestly. 

44:12 - Dream says that bbh’s time is probably almost up and thanks him for visiting him. Bbh says he wants to get Dream a pet and improve his living conditions. Dream talks about how long it takes to break a block, he once sat there for over 20 minutes with basically no progress. He helped design the prison and knows that if he broke a block the guard would be teleported in (and kill him). He realizes if bbh becomes a guard it could be a way to get him to come visit him :D he’ll simply punch a block for hours until it breaks so the people tasked to kill him can be there. Dream is desperate for human contact. He realizes that would make awesam really mad and he doesn’t want to do that. 

44:35 - Bbh says maybe he can get his sentence commuted from forever to 10 or 20 years. Dream says he’d like that if he has good behavior. I can’t help but feel noones idea of good behavior is lining up. Sam wants to think and see Dream as little as possible. Dream, I don’t know what Dream considers good behavior. Bbh sees good behavior as not trying to escape or messing with anything. Bbh says he doesn't wanna get Dream’s hopes but but Dream should look in the bright side. Dream sniffles and clears his throat. As this goes on it gets harder for him to not cry it seems. Bad tells Dream to look on the bright side and Dream says alright in a way that obviously suggests he wont. 

45:43 - Bad says that he’ll come visit Dream again really soon. He says he’ll bring George and Sapnap, Dream reminds him only 1 person can visit at a time. Bad says then he’ll schedule for them to visit. Bbh alost saays that they need to visit their friend but instead says they need to visit you (Dream) instead. From Dream’s POV this celents that they don’t care for him anymore. Bbh ends his visit and Dream somehow sounds more dejected than ever. 

50:42 - Sam while HOLDING a clock says that he might not give Dream a new clock. It also doesn’t matter whether Dream knows if it’s daytime or not. Bbh seems to have picked up how important the clock is to Dream. Sam also asks if Dream “said anything(????)” while he was in there. He also says that Dream swims in a lot a lot and usually he just wants attention. Sam also says with the way Dream has been acting that he probably won’t get his sentence commuted.

 Overall very concerning! From the way Dream relied on an inanimate object and the moment it was he started sniffling, to how he talked and sounded different, to how he swims in lava and sets himself on fire for fun, to how he’s starved if he misbehaves, to how he was spaced out and slow to respond. This all paints a picture of someone not doing well but pretending he isn’t. If he were to not get a new clock, and sam installs the automated potatoes machine I feel like he would get worse much faster. Unless bbh gets on that prison reform fast it’s not looking good for him. Not even getting on how the warden of the prison hates his guts. 

[applerubyy]

Ciao Adios

Summary: When you find your boyfriend cheating on you yo decide to expose him in the pettiest way you can think of.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (some Loki x Reader if you squint)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Cheating and cursing (I think that’s it?)

A/N: Hi! So this is my first time writing and posting anything here so if its terrible please tell me nicely :). This is some AU where everyone lives and all is happy ok? Also english is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Anyway, if it turns out that some of you like it I think I’d be willing to do a part 2 if you like. Hope you enjoy it! <3. Btw, the gif is not mine so credit to whoever made it.

Crack. That’s the sound of your heart breaking, ripped to pieces in just a few seconds. And no, you were not exaggerating. Seeing your boyfriend kissing someone else while taking off their clothes would do that to a person. And in his office of all places.

How did you not see that coming? They had a lot in common and they did spend a lot of time together but you were just so naïve thinking that he was the most trust-worthy person ever that you looked the other way and believed him when he told you she was “just a friend”. 

Just a friend my ass you thought as you calmly walked to your room. No running, that would draw attention to you and you didn’t need that. No crying either, because once you started you wouldn’t be able to stop. Walking down the hallway and taking the elevator to your floor feels like it takes forever. 

Time is funny that way. It has that annoying tendency to slow down or speed up at the worst times. Like when you were in college and the clock seemed to literally stop, you would look at the time and it was 10:20 am and check again after what felt like half an hour for it to be 10:25 am. Or like when you are having fun with your friends at a club and you see it’s 12:30 but when you look again a few minutes later it’s 2:40. Right now it feels like the former, time seems to have slowed down. Maybe Dr. Strange did something to it? No, that’s stupid, he wouldn’t play with time that way.

Finally the elevator pings open and you rush to your room. Well, it’s not only your room anymore. You share it with him and everything is a reminder of what you just saw. The art supplies on the desk by the window, the famous shield leaning against the wall near the door, the messy bed where you sleep together every night …

And every single thing brings tears to your eyes until finally, the dam breaks and you let the tears fall down. You bring your hand to your mouth to muffle a sob that brings you to your knees. Crying is the only thing you can do right now because your brain is stuck on a loop. All you can see is Steve kissing her, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand while the other grabbed her ass. And all you can hear are their moans, Sharon’s whimper when he touched her and his groan as he did so. 

And now you are full on crying and choking on air because that scene keeps replaying itself over and over no matter how much you want it to stop. And you do, Gosh you do because there is so much your heart can take and this is too much. It shatters you in more ways than one. It makes you question everything you thought you knew about him, about her, about your relationship and about yourself.

You remember the first time you met him. You were already in college and looking for an internship. Luckily you happened to be the niece of the one and only Pepper Potts. And who wouldn’t want to work near Earth's mightiest heroes? You sure did. You were studying journalism and communications in New York and working with the Avengers was the ultimate dream, one that was about to come true.

Your first day was uneventful, it consisted mainly of coffee runs, delivering files and passing messages along. That was until your third coffee run where you ran straight into a wall, well actually it wasn’t a wall but it felt like it. The coffee spilled everywhere, on your clothes and his, and you were going to fall on your butt if it wasn’t for him grabbing your arms to steady you. Imagine your surprise when you looked up to see Captain America himself.

And that’s the moment your love story started. It seemed like something straight out of a romantic comedy and you loved it. It started with flirting, a date and then another, him asking you to be his girlfriend and finally asking you to move in once you graduated. It felt like a fairytale.

Tony wasn't very happy about you and the Capsicle but he saw how happy you were so he tried to be happy too. Tony was your uncle even if you didn’t share any blood. Growing up you would visit your aunty Pepper in New York and he was always around, you even stayed at his house when Pepper and him had to work. So, you two became really close even before he became Iron Man and started dating your aunt. 

The same thing happened with Rhody. Your close relationship with Tony meant you were close to him too, seeing as he was one of the most important people in his life. Rhody treated you like his niece and was the only one he didn’t make fun of which you took as the ultimate compliment. 

So those three you knew before you started working at the compound and before Steve. But once you started working there you met the rest of the Avengers. Being Pepper and Tony's niece and Steve's girlfriend meant they all wanted to get to know you. 

You met Bruce Banner, the Hulk, and you became really close. But that was thanks to his close relation with Tony and all the time you spent with him working on his social media presence to make sure people saw him as more than just the green monster who smashes things. After a while of working there they promoted you and now you manage the Avengers social media.

Nat and Wanda became your best friends from the moment you met. You just clicked and hung out as much as possible, being the only girls on the team meant they were really happy to have another female added to the mix. As for Vision, he liked you because Wanda did, simple as that.

Bucky and Sam were the funniest people ever, their constant bickering always brought a smile to your face and they welcomed you with open arms. Happy that their friend had finally found someone to be with.

Thor and Clint were like the fun uncles you got to see every once in a while. The God of Thunder was like an excited puppy and would hug you till you couldn’t breath every time he came to Earth and Clint would joke around with you and FaceTime you when he was with his kids because they loved you (“best babysitter ever” that called you).

You met Peter when he started working for your uncle. He was a sweet kid and your love of memes, vines and pop culture made you instant friends. He would ask you for advice on girls and tell you science jokes.

But we all know not all fairytales have a happy ending and this one definitely didn’t. You’re feeling so many things at once. There’s anger, sadness, jealousy and something else you can’t put your finger on. You keep crying and are unable to move from your kneeling position on the floor. Checking the clock you realize you’ve been on the floor crying for an hour so you stand up.

Taking a shower seems like the best thing to do, your head is pounding and your face is all puffy. As you shower it hits you, that other feeling swirling around is inevitability. In a way you always thought he was too good for you, you always thought he would eventually get tired of you and trade you for someone else. 

It just hurt too much that it was her, the woman he shared so much with. The niece of Peggy Carter, his first love. An agent of S. H. I. E. L. D.  Someone who risked their life for the world like he did. Someone prettier. Someone better than you.

Yeah, you were definitely on a self-pity party. But you needed to be miserable for a while, to cry it all out, to hurt so that you could move on to the next stage of grief: anger. And when that came, there was no stopping you.

You weren’t a mean person, or a petty one. You gave everyone countless opportunities and forgave way too easily so you never really got angry. But when you did, when you said enough is enough, yeah, you better watch out. That could be the meanest bitch you ever met and she had no mercy.

So you got out of the shower, dried yourself and started getting ready. Tony was throwing yet another party about who knows what and you were not missing it. You liked parties, they were the perfect excuse for wearing pretty dresses and putting on make up. And tonight you were going all out. 

Your inner bitch was concocting a plan and you were going with it.

You hear the door open and prepare yourself to put on the best acting of your life. You take a deep breath and in the sweetest voice you can muster say: “Steve is that you babe?”

“Yeah doll it’s me” you hear him say. A few second later he pops into the bedroom and gives you a peck on the lips as you continue with your makeup.

“How was your day?” Steve asks as he takes off his clothes, probably to take a shower. “I missed you today, i went by your office but you weren’t there” he says with a small frown between his eyes. You could stare at his blue eyes forever but snap out of it when you remember what he did. 

“Oh not much, i left work earlier to get ready for tonight” you answer. Shit your work. You really did leave like that, but after tonight hopefully they’ll understand. “You should start getting ready, the party starts in thirty minutes”.

He smiles at you and tells you he’s going to take a quick shower before getting dressed. He goes to the bathroom and you feel like breaking the mirror but instead take a few deep breaths and remind yourself he’s getting what he deserves later on. With that in mind you finish applying you makeup and smile at yourself, you look good. Moving on to your hair you decide to do some loose waves and that’s it, you really don’t know how to make those complicated updos.

Steve gets out of the shower and starts putting on his suit. Men really do have it easier you think to yourself when you see all the work you had to do and he just showers and that’s it.

You take your dress out of the closet and admire it. It really is beautiful. It has a deep plunging neckline that shows a lot of cleavage and is skin tight with a slit on one side. The fact that it is silver with sequins makes it even better. Pepper helped you pick this dress. 

You put on the dress and admire yourself in the mirror. You look good. Behind you, you hear a whistle and turn around to see Steve watching you lust in his eyes. He comes closer and grabs you by the waist, pulling you to him.

“You look stunning” he says as he wets his bottom lip. “I can’t wait to take it off of you when we get back”. Lying cheating bastard.

“Can't wait” you lie as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. This is just a kiss goodbye you tell yourself. One last kiss before he’s out of your life and probably runs to her. Tears threaten to fill your eyes but you hold them down. Not now.

You break the kiss when the need to breathe is too strong. Grabbing his hand you start walking towards the door and say: “Come on, we’re already late”.

——————————————————————————

The party had already started once you walk in and in true Tony fashion it is elegant and extravagant. Everyone is there: S. H. I. E. L. D. agents, the Avengers themselves, politicians and a few famous people. 

You and Steve walk to the bar and order drinks. A whiskey for him and a strawberry daiquiri for you, yes you are that basic but hey, it tastes awesome. He offers you his arm and with drinks in your hands you start looking for your friends. A lot of people stop you on the way, nobody wants to miss an opportunity to talk to Captain America.

One thing, or rather on person, catches your attention: Loki. He’s sitting on one of the cushions alone with a drink in his hand. It’s weird to see him there. Sure, he was redeeming himself for what he did in 2012 and Thor said he was doing better but he rarely left Asgard (he “hated mortals”) and when he did come to Earth it wasn’t for a party.

As if he could feel you staring he turns his head and locks his eyes with yours. You weren’t going to lie, he was gorgeous. He was incredibly tall, had those charming green eyes and was actually funny (but you’d never admit that to anyone). But you were in love with Steve and never saw him as anything more than Thor's hot brother. And everyone in the Avengers was hot so that’s not saying much.

You turn away from him and see Nat and Wanda on the dance floor and you tell Steve you’ll see him later and to go find his friends. He’ll need them after tonight you think to yourself. You greet the girls and start dancing with them, for a moment forgetting about what you saw today and putting Loki out of your mind.

The three of you decided to take a break and order some more drinks. Once at the bar Wanda orders for you and when your drinks arrive you go back to the dance floor. You spend the next few hours dancing, talking to your friends and pretending that nothing's wrong. Talking to Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Hugging Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Kissing Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong.

The fact that Sharon is at the party doesn’t help at all. When you see her talking or touching him you feel like you’re gonna lose it but you remain strong. You remind yourself of your plan and try to keep them out of your mind.

There’s a small stage at the far end of the room and you see your uncle Tony step on it and grab the microphone.

“Hello everyone and thank you for coming to another one of my amazing parties. I hope you are having a good time and taking advantage of the free bar over there” he points to the other side of the room and continues, “Now for what we have all been waiting for: karaoke! And yes, i want everyone to sing something because that’s the whole point of this. I'm looking at you Manchurian Candidate, you’re singing”.

With that he gets off the stage and passes the mic to Sam who decided to sing a Marvin Gaye song. He’s pretty good actually but you can’t fully concentrate on him because your mind is going a thousand miles an hour for what it’s going to happen later.

More people go up and sing their songs and you applaud when they’re done. Nobody is talking much, they're all too busy either laughing at the others performance, drinking or actually listening to the songs. You’re sitting with Steve to your right, Bruce to your left and the rest of the Avengers nearby. You’re your own little group.

It’s finally your turn and as you walk to the stage you can hear your friends whistling and cheering you on. Once you’re up on the stage you choose the song and start singing. 

Ask you once, ask you twice now

There's lipstick on your collar

You say she's just a friend now

Then why don't we call her?

So you wanna go home with someone

To do all the things you used to do to me

I swear, I know you do

Used to take me out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when I ring you up

Don't know where you are

'Til I hear her say your name

Used to sing along when you played guitar

That's a distant memory

Hope she treats you better than you treated me, ha

As you continue singing you get more and more confident and take the mic. You walk off the little stage and over to your friends while dancing and you can see them smiling, clapping and having fun. They have no idea how much i mean all of this you think. You look at Steve and he’s completely oblivious. Good, you want to take him by surprise. You arrive at your little circle of friends and start singing the chorus.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

Ciao adios, I'm done

Ciao adios, I'm done

You keep dancing and go back to back with Wanda who’s also singing along. You then turn to Nat and she grabs your hand and makes you do a little spin. 

After three, after four times

Why did I bother?

Tell me how many more times

Does it take to get smarter?

Don't need to deny the hurt and the lies

And all of the things you did to me

I swear, I know you did

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You go up to Tony and he starts dancing around you busting out some dad moves. You laugh and keep on singing and dancing.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (no, no, no, no)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You walk back to the stage as you sing and step up. You put the mic back into place and sing the last part of the song.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her (with her)

Kissing and having fun (and fun)

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (you get on with your life, I'll get on with my life)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

When you’re done people are clapping and cheering and you look to your friends to see them all smiling. You look at everyone and make a little mock bow and when you straighten you see Loki sitting on the same couch as before. But this time he’s looking at you and he’s laughing, not smiling and cheering but actually laughing.

You look back at your friends and say “Thank you, thank you” with a smile on your face. You continue , “I wanted to dedicate this song to my boyfriend Steve” you point at him.

“In case it wasn’t clear enough, i wanted to tell you that i saw you with Sharon”. You could hear a pin drop. No one was talking and all eyes were on you. This is what you wanted, to humiliate him as much as he did you. And what better way to do it than publicly? Oh but you weren’t done.

You could see Steve's face going pale and nobody knew where to look, if at you or at him. Tony look ready to murder him as did Rhody, Pepper, Peter and Bruce. Thor, Clint and Vision looked shocked. But Bucky, Sam, Nat and Wanda looked guilty.

Your heart breaks a little more when you realize they knew. You can’t really blame Bucky and Sam for not telling you, they were Steve's friends after all. But you thought the girls were your friends, that they would have told you. Apparently you overestimated that friendship.

You keep on smiling and continue “So… I’m breaking up with you. Hope she was a good fuck and wasn’t uncomfortable with the fact that you were once in love with her aunt”. You do a dramatic pause and make a little disgusted face. “Anyway, if I’m lucky i´ll never see you again. Have a great life!”

And with that, you walk off the stage and make your way to your friends. Steve is rooted to the spot and his face is red with embarrassment. You walk up to him, look him straight in the eye and give him an evil smile. He gulps and opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something and then closes it. He does is two more times and still nothing comes out.

You turn to your group and look at Wand and Nat, who can’t seem to be able to look you in the eye. You sigh and say: “Who want enemies when they can have you as their best friends right?”. They look up then and start talking. Telling you how sorry they are and to please forgive them. You raise your hand to silence them and they do.

You go to your aunt and uncle who look like there should be smoke coming out of their ears and say: “I’m gonna stay in a hotel for the night, can’t stand to be here anymore”. Tony scrunches his eyebrows and look at you like you’re crazy.

“Hell no. You’re staying here. We can find him another room to sleep in but you’re not leaving. If anyone’s leaving is Mr. Star-spangled over there” he practically screams the last part as he points at Steve.  

You take a deep breath and hug him. It takes him by surprise but he puts his arms around you. “I appreciate it uncle Tony but i can’t stay at the compound, it just hurts too much” you say as you let go. Turning to your aunt you hug her as well and say: “Thank you for everything but I quit”.

The moment those words leave your mouth everyone starts talking at the same time telling you how crazy you are and to think about it. You just smile at them and tell them you already made up your mind. “I'm gonna go pack a bag and ask Happy to take me to a hotel nearby. Please make sure he doesn’t follow” you say as you point to a still red-faced Captain America. 

With that you turn around and leave. The room is silent for a few seconds before you hear your friends all screaming at Steve. You look around for a second and notice that Loki is staring at you with a smirk on his face. When you look him in the eye he raises his glass at you ant takes a sip. 

You give him a small smile and walk through the doors towards the elevator.  

[countessren]

The Bad Batch || Writing Prompts

1. If we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.

2. How is it that when something happens it’s always you guys?

3. I...I didn’t think we would get this far.

4. Please put that down, that’s not for playing.

5. If I had a credit for every time we get in trouble I would be the richest person in existence.

6. Don’t tell me...you broke the hyperdrive.

7. You can’t say that! At least not in front of the child!

8. What does this do?/If you want to find out, you’ll have to close that door.

9. You know I didn’t mean that/Well it sure sounded like you did.

10. If I wanted to waste my time, I would have asked for your opinion.

11. Don’t put me on the spot, I wasn’t listening.

12. Don’t look at me, he did it.

13. I can’t help it, you’re too important to me.

14. If you’re aiming to piss me off, we’re well past that point right now.

15. If one more person damages this ship, I’m taking Lula.

16. I’m sorry...but I can’t do this anymore.

17. Don’t accuse me of being the jerk, I’m not the one who needs to develop a personality.

18. Give me one good reason as to why I shouldn’t punch you in your perfect face.

19. So, what’s the plan?/ You’re telling me that you didn’t come up with one?!

20. Awwww, you’re so adorable when you blush.

21. Get away from me, you’ve annoyed me now.

22. When this is all over, I’m going to take you somewhere far away from all this mess/ I’d like that.

23. If you touch my stuff without asking one more time, I swear.../ You’ll what? Pummel me to death?/ If that’s what it takes, then yes. I will.

24. I don’t think I can do that. I just...I don’t know.

25. Did you...did you just compliment me?

26. The systems are fried because someone didn’t fix the wiring issue!

27. Stop blaming me for your mistakes!

28. I’m tired of trying to fight so hard for someone who doesn’t even want me.

29. Prove it hotshot.

30. You should be more careful, you don’t want anything drastic to happen now do you?

31. You’ve got to be kidding me, I’m not wearing that thing.

32. You know you can tell me anything, right?

33. I’m a little busy right now, but sure, what can I do for you?

34. I’m fine, honestly it’s just a scratch/ That is not a scratch, what are you talking about?

35. Stay awake for me, please!

36. I can’t lose you, please just...just come back to me.

37. Could you stay? Just for a little while, please?

38. You really think I’m a valuable part of this team? Even after that?

39. Please don’t ask me to do that, I can’t.

40. You have to be more careful, one day you’ll come back to me in pieces.

41. I’m sorry, forget I said anything.

42. If I may/ No!/ ...Apologies.

43. Can I interest anyone in a vacation?

44. You can’t keep going around and destroying things/ Oh yeah, watch me!

45. This is never going to work/ You look beautiful darling, stop worrying.

46. Can’t we just relax for the day? I’m tired after yesterday.

47. The stars...can’t do it...not today.

48. I’d laugh but I would prefer to keep my life.

49. Don’t test me.

50. Oh please, I would rather die than be partnered up with him for this mission.

51. Wait, remind me again why we are doing this.

52. I love you so much, I want you to know that in case-/ In case nothing. Nothing will happen. Don’t ever say that again.

53. You’re heavy, get off me.

54. For the love of god, please just be nice to each other.

55. I care too much, so sue me.

56. How dare you, you will treat me with respect.

57. Can I...can I give you a hug?

58. I uh...I don’t know how we managed to get out of that alive/ Well, now that we have, you owe me.

59. Just keep your eyes on me, don’t turn around.

60. Is this...reg...bothering you?

61. I wouldn’t shoot the messenger if I were you/ But it sends a message/ Yeah, the wrong type of message!

62. I don’t know how many times I’ve had to fix this ship, but I’m so over having to stop every five minutes.

63. Honestly, you’re the only person that keeps me calm.

64. Well maybe if you listened to me instead of that damn holopad we wouldn’t be in this situation.

65. I’m really sorry/ Go away, I’m not talking to you.

66. It hurst...it hurst so much/ Just stay with me, don’t you dare close your eyes.

67. If we could stay here all day, you know I would hold on to you and never let go right?

68. Cuddles?/ ...Fine.

69. I’m innocent I swear/ I know you, you are far from innocent.

70. Uh oh/ What? / Nothing...nothing at all.

71. Tech said I was bleeding internally, that’s where all the blood is supposed to be!/ Wrecker...no.

72. I can help, just let me-/ No, you’ve done enough.

73. I...I’m cold/ Well that’s unfortunate, I can’t do anything about the weather.

74. You inconsiderate, lying, two-faced prick!

75. If you don’t remove your hand from my shoulder, you won’t have hands at all.

76. Kill me, but don’t hurt them. Please...

77. Is anyone else having trouble figuring out how we are all still alive?

78. I could seriously just-/ Just what sweetheart?

79. I want you know that I’m sorry if things weren’t easy for you, but it wasn’t easy for me too. I had to be strong for everyone else when you fell apart...and it broke me too.

80. You’re not the only one who’s having second thoughts.

81. Please just...just leave me alone. I don’t want to talk about it.

82. I could honestly just sleep forever right now/ Come here...

83. I love you, but it’s okay if you don’t feel the same.

84. This isn’t you, you have to fight it.

85. Give me a chance, I’ll prove to you that I care/ You have one more chance, otherwise I’m gone.

86. Shoot me once, shame on you. Shoot me twice...yeah that’s my mistake.

87. Ow!/ You deserved that/ What did you do that for!?/ You know exactly what for!

88. It’s so cold in here/ Here, have my blanket.

89. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so mesmerising in all my life/ I have.

SOULMATE AU PROMPTS

90. The first words you say to your soulmate are tattooed on your arm.

91. You don’t see colour until you meet your soulmate.

92. You can hear your soulmates thoughts.

93. When you touch your soulmate, you see glimpses of what your future will be like together.

94. You can feel your soulmates pain.

95. You can feel intense pain whenever your soulmate is in danger.

96. You have random visions of what your soulmate sees, but neither of you know it until you meet.

97. You have a clock that counts down to when you will meet your soulmate.

98. You have the same tattoo/scars as your soulmate.

99. One of your eyes is the same colour of your soulmates.

100. The name of your soulmate is tattooed somewhere on your person.

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