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loubombshell · 2 years

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Dorian Gray being obsessed with her.

requested by @fionafelicia

It was the same event like every year. Lord Henry's birthday. The man always made a big event out of it and everyone knew he loved it. Lord Henry invited a lot of noble families.

One of them were Fiona's, her family was known around entire London and they were really proud about it, I mean who wouldn't with a beautiful young girl like her?. Still Fiona was very shy and quiet. She was hard to recognize in the middle of a party but maybe it'll change tonight.

On the other side, Dorian Gray moved new to London. He was one of these beautiful boys you walk past one day and never get him out of your head. He appears in your dreams. He looked like a perfect picture of a man and everyone could easily notice. A lot noticed actually.

That's the reason everyone turned around when he walked into Henry's Party. The music didn't stop but the conversations did. Young and old turned around, men and woman, married and even not married.

Fiona stood somewhere in a quiet corner, enjoying the party in her own way. Sipping a bit of the delicious alcohol and letting her eyes dance over the crowd. She didn't like it to stand in the middle of a lot of people. Everyone was asking her some stupid things she didn't care about in her young age, like marriage, family, money. Just everything that seems so important for everyone these days.

The girl stopped when her eyes fell on Dorian too, he was beautiful she had to admit. The black hair and the flawless hair was like balm to her eyes.

Lord Henry put an arm around the young boy and started introducing him to everyone, they were really excited to meet him.

On one side Fiona wanted to meet him and get to now him, he seemed to be really interesting, but on the other side she already planned a conversation in her head, everytime she did that it ended bad. She was nervous, it's obvious. She took a second look around the party and started walking into another quiet edge, when suddenly she walked into something and spilled her entire drink.

"Oh no, I'm terribly sorry." Fiona excused herself immediately and looked up into dark eyes. I mean really dark like almost black.

"no, don't worry it was my fault. I got distracted." The boy explained took one of her hands. "I'm Dorian." He added and kissed the back of it.

Fiona started blushing immediately but gave him a little smile. "I'm Fiona, it's a pleasure to meet you." She explained and pulled her hand back to her, a bit embarrassed.

"That's a really beautiful name for a beautiful girl." Dorian told her honestly which made her chuckled a bit. "Are you enjoying the party?" He asked.

The girl shook her head honestly. "not really, I prefer it to be in smaller groups. I'm just not made for a lot of people." She explained.

The boy nodded understanding. "So what do you prefer then? You like going into the city like the other woman?" He asked her, really interested.

"Oh no, I love buying dresses and jewelry, no woman can say no to the perfect diamonds but I prefer it to stay at home and read a good book." Fiona explained to him, smiling a bit.

Her words were quiet and collected but deep down inside her, her heart was racing almost jumping out of her chest. She felt the eyes on her back, watching her and him talking together. Fiona played with her ring while talking to him and gave him a nervous smiles.

"I totally understand." Dorian gave her a honest smile. "Nothing could beat a good book in the sunset, right?" He chuckled.

"Exactly!" Fiona agreed immediately with him. "I always thought no one would think so, especially not a man but here you are." She smiled.

"You're joking, right? There's nothing better than that." He smirked and took another sip of the delicious alcohol.

They kept talking for many hours and even forgot the time, until her father came up behind the girl.

"Fiona? Darling it's time to go home." He put his hand on her back, making her noticing him.

Fiona turned around to her father and nodded. "Of course father." She said and turned back to Dorian. "I hope we can continue this conversation one day." She smiled.

Dorian nodded smiling, taking her hand and kissed the back of it. "We will, I promise." He said and watched the girl walking out again.

The following days felt like a dream to Fiona, everytime she came home a little package laid on her doorstep. They were filled with little presents like jewelry, flowers or letters addressed to her, all of that from Dorian Gray of course.

Until one day there only laid a letter, she picked it up smiling and walked into her garden, she sat down on the swing her father built when she was little and opened the letter.

"My dearest Fiona,"

"the last time we met, we hoped to continue our conversation very soon. So I'm inviting you to our garden for a cup of tea. I'll be waiting for you."

"Your Dorian."

Fiona chuckled happily about it and pressed the letter to her chest. She stood up from the swing and ran up in her room. She took out her favorite white dress with the blue flowers on it, making her look like a porcelain doll and braided her hair a bit together.

Her parents would be home late at night so she had plenty of time to spend with him. The girl walked carefully through the streets of London, passing some creepy figures but she just kept on walking until she arrived at his home. It was huge.

Fiona knocked on the door a bit nervous and a unknown man opened the door for her.

"Mister Gray is waiting for you in the garden." He told her and Fiona nodded politely.

"Thank you very much." She told him and walked through the house to the next exit, of course she took a look around, he really had a beautiful house.

When she stepped outside the sunlight hit her face again and she walked along the stone way, surrounded by the green grass and the many flowers even a little pond was in the middle of it.

She arrived at a little blanket in the middle of a lot of flowers and in front of the pond.

"Do you like it?" A voice behind her asked and sat down on the blanket placing a strawberry bowl on it.

Fiona flinched a bit first but smiled then. "It's stunning, Dorian." She said and sat down next to him. "I'm so glad we met again." She added.

The boy moved closer to her and took a grape for him to eat. "I'm happy too, believe me. Did you get my presents?" He asked her.

Fiona smirked a bit and showed him the ring he gave to her. "I did, yes and I loved them." She moved closer to him too, giving him a smile.

They kept talking together for a lot of time until it started raining suddenly. They packed everything together and started running back into the house. Both of them ran through the door laughing and dripping from the rain.

Dorian hold her hand tightly and moved her in front of him. He moved the wet strands out of her face. "You're beautiful." He whispered and leaned down to her.

Fiona looked up into his eyes and got on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck and kissed him. Dorian smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her even closer. They released each other as soon as no air reached their lungs anymore.

"Do you think you can stay the night here?" Dorian asked her put of breath.

Fiona looked to him and shook her head. "Sadly not, my parents would be worried." She explained to him and he nodded understanding.

"Alright then, take a seat in the living room and I'm gonna make us a tea, alright?" He asked and kissed her forehead. She smiled and walked into the living room, sitting down on the comfy furniture.

Dorian prepped a tea for both of them and walked then after her. "There you go." He placed it on the table in front of them and sat next to her.

"Thank you very much." Fiona said and took a sip of the tea. "mh a bit bitter, don't you think?" She chuckled a bit.

"I'm so sorry darling." Dorian gave her a little smile.

Fiona smiled a bit too and leaned back in the couch, suddenly so tired. She put the tea back on the table and stood up. "You know, I think it's time for me to go." She told him and walked to the door, almost tripping.

Dorian hold her waist from behind and supported her. "wow, careful. I think you should stay here. I'm not letting you walk around London this time of the day." He explained and picked her up, holding her in front of him. "I promise, I'll get you home tomorrow morning." He said when she already closed her eyes.

The boy walked up into his bedroom and placed her in the king size bed, closing the curtains around them. He laid down next to her and smiled.

"I'm sorry I put that in your tea but I just wanted to stay with you a little longer." He explained and kissed her cheek. "Sweet dreams, Fiona." Dorian said and wrapped his arms around her waist, falling asleep.

#ben barnes #dorian gray x y/n #dorian gray x you #dorian gray x reader #dorian gray #dorian gray imagine #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes imagines #ben barnes fanfiction

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mary-dreamy · 4 months

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Momo joins the Bakusquad (just a drabble)

Admittedly, Kyouka had been a bit nervous about bringing Momo to one of the Bakusquad's hangouts once they finally started dating.

Momo liked all the Bakusquad well enough, she liked everyone in 1A like the goodie-two-shoes she was, and they liked her as well, but they really didn't hangout much outside of 1A movie nights.

To be fair, they were all very different and Kyouka was kinda worried that they wouldn't click at all when put all together in a room.

It wasn't the end of the world or anything, Kyouka would continue to hang out with all of them separately, like she had been doing until now.

Still, they were all the best people Kyouka had met in her entire life and she wanted for all her favourite people to get on with each other.

So, she brought Momo to a signature Bakusquad Game Tournament and hoped for the best.

'Have you ever played Street Fighter, Yaomomo?' Denki asked as he stuffed his face with chips.

Momo had sat primly on top of Sero's bed, Kyouka drapped over her carelessly. 'I haven't really played many video games.'

'It's fine, let me teach you all the combos.'

Denki jumped on the bed with them and started explaining to her all about the game while Sero and Kirishima set it up.

'Is it also neccesary to move with the control?' Momo asked, blessed her sheltered heart.

'It's the most important part!'

It was kinda fun seeing Denki being the one explaining something to Momo for once. It also served to sooth all of Kyouka's nerves about the hangout, it was all going to be okay.

In the end, it was more than okay.

Denki and Momo became friends since that day and it wasn't rare to find the two of them playing videogames together on the common room.

After Denki, came Sero.

Sero started joining them on their videogame sessions, sometimes playing and sometimes just being around while reading his mangas.

Said mangas started finding their way to Momo's room too and Wednesday evenings started finding both of them in Sero's hammock reading together, sometimes Sero's mangas and sometimes Momo's books.

'We could make a book club out of this.' Momo would mumbled on the rare ocassion Kyouka would join them, listening to her music calmly. 'Tenya would be very happy to see us spending our free time doing something so productive.'

'Guess so.' Sero kept his finger inbetween the pages he had been reading. 'But I dunno if the prez would let us keep reading Given on an official school club.'

Momo turned the next page of said manga. 'It isn't that explicit, Sero.'

'It's the prez we're talking about.'

'Tenya is much more liberal than you think.' Momo paused for a second, then resumed her reading. 'Although, let's wait until we finish it, just to be safe. I want to see how it ends.'

Kyouka had to turn up the volume of her music and breath in deeply, resisting the urge to laugh.

Then, it was Mina.

Mina found in Momo a more willing shopping companion than in Kyouka and she ran with it. Everytime she needed so much as a new pen, she would go to Momo and coax her to accompany her to the mall, which always, unsurprisingly, turned into a huge shopping haul of all kinds of trinkets.

'What do you think, babes?' Mina jumped out of the changing room, wearing an electric blue dress with lots of sparkles this time around.

'I think this is the seventh dress you've tried on.' Kyouka deadpanned.

Kyouka had let Mina tag along to their quick, it was supposed to be quick, trip to the mall because she needed some new headphones. She didn't know how the three of them had ended up at a clothing store instead, but that's what happened when one went shopping with Ashido Mina.

'Boo!' Mina stuck out her tongue at Kyouka. 'What do you think, Momo-baby?'

'You look so beautiful, Mina!' Momo clapped, motioning for her to twirl so they could see the dress in full. 'It suits you so much!'

Mina preened under the attention. 'See, Kyo? That's the attitude! That's why Momo's my favourite.'

Momo melted a little bit at that and Kyouka knew that they would be trapped in that store for two hours more, at least.

Kyouka didn't complain, much, about it. She knew Momo would treat her to something later, for derailing her shopping trip.

She always did that, after all her shopping sprees with Mina, she would buy something for everyone, because she was caring like that. And it didn't hurt that she had more money than she could spend in her whole life.

That's how she got Bakugou.

On one of the trips, she bought him an All Might keychain that he didn't have. Better yet, one that not even Midoriya had stashed in his shrine.

'Ponytail.' Bakugou was holding the ugly keaychain with much more cared than it deserved. 'What the fuck.'

'I'm glad you like it.' Momo had beamed at him, which made him squint harder for some reason, as if she was too bright for him. 'I saw it and thought of you.'

Bakugou nodded then, super serious, as if comming to terms with some realisation he had had in the last ten seconds. 'I would fucking kill for you.'

'There's no need for that.'

'But I would.'

'Well, thank you very much, Bakugou.'

After that, Momo gained food privileges from Bakugou, starting with a huge ass mountain of green tea cookies that seemed to be neverending, Bakugou always having one in hand to offer her after an especially tiring workout.

And that's how she had captured Kirishima too, in the end.

Kyouka grinned as she watched the both of them, twin sunshine smiles, chatting up after training together and beating the living shit out of each other like it was nothing.

At first sight, they might not share much, but both of their quirks needed similar maintenance and both of them were determined as hell to overcome their insecurities and become the best heroes they could be.

That made for some kick-ass sparing partners.

'Damn, Yaomomo, dude, that last move was killer.' Kirishima beamed up at her. 'I didn't even see it coming.'

'Thank you, Kirishima.' Momo accepted the compliment with bright red cheeks from exertion and embarrassement. 'Lately, I've been practising some martial arts with Uraraka.'

'I might need to join you guys sometimes because that was badass.' Kirishima raised his hand up, waiting for a high five with all his puppy enthusiasm.

Kyouka watched tenderly how Momo hesitated for a second before going for it and high fiving him. Both of them looked equally surprised and esctactic by it.

'You guys done?' Kyouka asked as she walked towards them.

'Just about.' Momo's eyes sparkled as she looked at her. 'Wasn't expecting you here so early.'

'Internship ended early for once.' Kyouka got on her tip toes so she could peck her lips, nevermind how sweaty and grimy she was. 'Thought I would see if you wanted to watch some movie, have a quiet night in.'

'That sounds like the perfect plan, love.' Momo kissed her cheek lightly, always mindful of her state. 'Let me take a shower and I'll meet you in your room.'

'Okay, I'll get all the good snacks.'

Momo kissed her cheek once more before dissapearing into the changing rooms.

'I take it that you're bailing from the squad hangout tonight, huh?' Kirishima asked, reminding her that he was still there too.

It was difficult to pay attention to anyone when Momo was in the room.

'Fuck yeah.' Kyouka punched Kirishima in the arm lightly. 'Haven't had a date night in forever.'

Kirishima laughed as he picked up his stuff, ready to go. 'Okay, Jack, I'll tell the squad. Have a good date.'

Kyouka smiled back at him.

She loved that Momo had become part of the Bakusquad so easily, worming her way into everyone's hearts like it was nothing, like she had done with her because she was that nice and lovely.

But Kyouka was inherently selfish when it came to Momo and, sometimes, she just wanted her all to herself.

A Lady in a squad of Tramps - marydreamy - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

#bnha #bnha fanfic #momo yaoyorozu #jirou kyouka #mha #ao3 #momojirou #mmjr #bakusquad #momo joins the bakusquad because i said so #i love momo and the bakusuqar sue me #i can't with them

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traumatised-confused-individual · 2 years

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Ok so I have 4 imagine requests for TSITP you don’t have to write all of them but I thought I’d give you a few options.

One is a Conrad imagine they’re at a party at the beach and the reader’s ex sees them dancing together and gets pissed. He starts yelling at the reader abs Conrad gets pissed and tries to fight her ex. The reader stops him and they go back to his house. The other one is a Jeremiah imagine it’s the same as the Conrad one but Jeremiah is the one getting hit on! The third one is for Steven Conklin. I would love for the reader to be Conrad and Jeremiah’s little sister secretly dating Steven and one day her brothers find out and get mad but then learn to accept it once they see how happy she is.The fourth one is for Cam where they’re at a bonfire party and someone hits on the reader and Cam comes to her rescue

I would love for all of them to have a fluffy make out session in it if you don’t mind.

Ooh yes ofcourse. I hope you like this. It's short so i hope it will suffice. I might do another one from this.

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Pairings: Conrad fisher x reader.

No warnings just pure fluff as requested :)

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The summer's are the best because I get to spend them with Conrad fisher. My boyfriend. He's intimidating but he's honestly very sweet and gentle.

"Are you ready?" He jumps on my bed.

"Yes. Almost." I put on my butterfly earrings and then twirl around to show-off my outfit. It wasn't much, a pair of shorts, my black t-shirt that ofcourse says cousins beach.

He smiles, "Pretty as always." He takes my hand in his.

"Thankyou." I smile at him.

We walk to the beach, its not far from Connie's house. The loud music can be heard from a far distance. It's almost funny that we get the cops called upon us everytime someone throws a party. You would think that the parents would get used to this and let us have a little bit of our own fun.

"Hey steven look, the lovebirds finally made it here." Jeremiah fisher, annoying as he is he's also very lovable. Steven and him share a laugh, well they're drunk as one can be. They stumble upon the sand and fall on top of each other. Connie and I share a look and go far away from them. Not that far but yes.

"Dance?" Conrads asks raising a brow, almost as if I'd deny him of the opportunity.

"Yes always." I give him a small smile. We enter the huge pit of people dancing and laughing, not really caring about what's actually happening. Conrad does a silly step which makes me laugh and then we both end up having a silly dance contest. And we keep doing that. It's just us and our silly dance steps.

I feel a firm grip on my arm that pulls me out of the pit and away from Connie.

"Hey!" I struggle to break my arm free. The boy finally lets go.

"What are you doing dancing with him?" Ryan, my ex. I roll my eyes at him. Why can't he just accept the fact that we've broken up and I've moved on.

"Why do you care? What are you doing here anyways?" I look around for Conrad.

"I came looking for you and you're getting all cozy with that idiot." He raises his voice and empahsizes on the idiot.

"He's not an idiot. And you are not my boyfriend anymore so stay away from me." I turn to leave but he grabs my hand tightly.

"Let go Ryan!" I shout.

"Hey! Let go off her." Conrad stands in between us.

"This is between me and y/n. Stay away." Ryan warns.

I break free from his grip and stand behind Conrad, holding his hand.

"Y/n You're coming with me." Ryan steps forward.

"Hey man back off." Conrad puts his hand on Ryan's chest. This could turn into something ugly and I really don't want it to.

"Connie let's just go." I say, trying to stop this. "Leave him. He's not worth it."

Conrad takes my hands and leads me away from the party.

"Yeah whatever man, she's a sl-" before Ryan could finish the sentece he finds himself on the ground. Conrad punched him right across the face.

"That ought to teach you. Stay away from her." He walks over to me, his expressions soften as soon as he sees me. I wish he didn't do that.

"You didn't have to." I say softly.

"I'm not going let anyone talk about you that way. Let's go."

He takes me back to his house, his knuckles are red and could also possibly be bleeding. I wish he didn't punch him. He hurt himself. I don't care about what anyone says to me. He winces in pain as he puts a cold pack of ice on it.

"I'll help with that." I take out the first-aid kit Susannah keeps for emergencies or mostly for her sons who get into tons of fights. I take his hand and wipe his knuckles.

"Just a little bit more." I say bandaging him up "and done."

When i look at him, he's smiling. He has a big smile on his face. It's almost annoying.

"What?" I ask

"Nothing." He chuckles softly "I just really like you."

He holds me by my waist and pulls me closer.

"Well thats a revelation!" I clasp my hands together. He frowns.

"I really like you too Conrad fisher." I kiss him gently on his lips and pull away. He pulls me back, his hands hold my face as he kisses me again. I melt into his arms, kissing him back.

A perfect end to a very chaotic night. The rest is pretty much history.

Check-out my pinned post for masterlist and prompts and fandoms i write for and feel free to make requests <3

#tsitp x reader #tsitp conrad #tsitp fanfic #conrad fischer #conrad x reader #conrad fisher #fanfic #fic request #jeremiah x reader

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yuzu-all-the-way · 2 years

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Fantasy on Ice Makuhari 2022 Day 3 - Impressions

After a full day, I have finally processed what I've watched - FaOI Makuhari 2022 Day 3 - live broadcast.

From the previously released photos of Day 1, I had such high expectations to have sooo many camera-focused Yuzu moments - while that did not come true, the center-Yuzu shots we got were so endearing. I was smiling so hard from the campiness of it all, starting with the traditional FaOI introduction.

(It's going to be a long post, so read more below - media included).

Back when I was "learning" about who Yuzuru Hanyu is, I stumbled upon recordings of previous FaOI & other ice shows - I distinctively remember there was this one video where the announcer introduces Yuzu, and he starting jumping when the announcer goes "Yuzuru" - and lands on "Hanyu". I was never able to identify from which ice show that was - and while the intro music of FaOI was playing and moment for Yuzu got closer, I kept on thinking maybe he does it now. AND YUZU DID! "Yuzuru" *jumps* "Hanyu" *lands*. (Sound On)

I was smiling so hard. And then that camera-work. Thank you, Yuzu, for making even the people behind the screen feel seen (I haven't realized until now that the people watching the cinemas saw a huge Yuzu doing this.)

The whole J-Disco number was so fun to watch and in the panned out shots my eyes kept drifting towards Yuzu's spot - not necessarily because I was specifically looking for him, but because he seemed to put his heart and soul into that choreography, as always. He simply was more into it that everyone else. Oh, that MJ circle-moonwalk thingy at the beginning of Afternoon Parade ... so smooth, so cool.

The other skaters were all so fun to watch, but, not gonna lie, Nobu killed it with his Kinky Boots program. Kaori was such a joy to watch, Mai too with her killer 2Ts. Keiji, loved both his programs. What the hell was that Swan parody thing? How am I supposed to watch Notte Stellata now without flashbacks to this parody?!

Yuzu's Real Face! The moment I've been waiting for since the first pics dropped. That program is so wild and crazy and angsty and full of great moves and expression even though it's rough around the edges - but the beauty of it lies in its rawness. Not gonna lie, that water cup moment felt a bit underwhelming because he poured it on his hair instead of face, but it's okay, it was still iconic. (And what do you mean, Yuzu, that you had no idea what would happen when you poured water on you like that?? That us, poor fans, would simply nod along and move on from it?? You knew very well we'd go crazy!)

About the elements from the program - that besti squat is on equal footing if not above the casual spread eagle (for reference, here).

Yuzu's 3A is a monster jump and when performed with anger, it is the king of jumps. That pistol lunge, I so wish we'd seen it from the front and not the back (damn it, Asahi TV cameramen, do a better job). Once more I've been reminded that Yuzu has amazing spins.

That ending pose and the change in attitude - whiplash!!

I felt a change of energy from him when he came back for the finale - and noticed that there was no black bracelet on his right arm. I swear that everytime I saw that bare wrist I kept wondering why my gaze was drawn there. Turns out, Yuzu tossed his bracelet along with the infamous water cup, but all good - he found it afterwards, we have photo confirmation of that.

The finale, even with the bracelet-hiccup, was fun to watch - Kaori: a ray of sunshine - the artist's voice was so good and it was fun to watch the light choreography. Still, those feather things - they remind me of Furbies for some reason. Oh, and check this out: I swear I almost did one heart in return.

I did not want the show to end - but it ended in the best possible way: 4T3A2T1Lo1Lo1Lo (the loops with rippon arms -> they are now called Yuzu-fairy jumps).

Yuzu fist-bumping everyone, his cuteness when he did the heart arms with Elladj was killer. And, of course, the traditional ARIGATO GOZAIMASHITA! What an experience.

I am so looking forward to the next live broadcast and to the recorded ones as well. My first time watching FaOI and it paid off!

#yuzuru hanyu #figure skating #faoi 2022 #faoi makuhari 2022 #text #long post #ice show #faoi

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brandnewhuman · 2 years

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*throws attention at you*

Do you share your fic ideas, or do you keep them to yourself?

What’s the last line you wrote?

Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip.

Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

Do you listen to music while you write? If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

What is your favorite location and position to write in?What’s your favorite time to write?

Do you write by hand, on your phone, or on your laptop?

Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

What area of writing do you feel strongest in?

What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

Is there a specific word count that you hold yourself to/enjoy writing the most?

Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

What’s your favorite fic you’ve posted?

What is your favorite genre to write?

What genre/trope do you tend to write the most?

Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?

Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?

Why do you enjoy writing fanfiction?

YES LET'S FUCKING GO

1):

I do share almost every idea I have for my fanfics. It really helps me when people seem to like an idea or a concept I have for something cause it gets me more motivated. Plus this way I know if someone has already had the same idea

Sometimes it just helps me figure out what works or not too

2):

" You kept saying you wanted him close to you cause he made you feel better, even though he always felt like you knew what was going to happen and you just didn't want to be alone. He wasn't able to say no either way, he could never say no to you. "

3):

Plot twist: it's not real babe

VERY RISKY FUCKING QUESTION BRO

4):

Bro, I don't know what commitment is. I start so many things at the same time and i always end up finish very few of them. Its the fact that sometimes I lose motivation, the obsession I have for the thing I'm writing starts to fade ecc so yeah. I have like 30+ unfinished things

5):

I could never not write scenes in order. Like I'm very messy already, I wouldn't even know how the fuck i should do with every part after writing them

6):

YES I DO. I need to make myself feel what the characters feel and music helps a lot.

I've been listening to:

Love and mercy - gazelle twins

Mary on a cross - ghost

Sex on fire - Kings of lion

Girl with one eye - Florence and the machine

7):

I really like to lay on the bed at night to write, like I need to be alone and get comfortable otherwise is really hard.

8):

I used to write on my mom's laptop but since I didn't had enough privacy there I quit. Now I write on my phone and very occasionally by hand

9):

I put a title after everything cause if I do it before it likes unconsciously makes me write to fit the fanfic to the title (I don't know if it makes sense)

Most of the times the titles are like two words descriptions of what the fic is about, the rest of the times it's just maybe the song I was listening to

10):

Definitely the whole characterization process of giving more depth to scenes, characters ecc

I'm not very good at describing places or actions so I try to compensate with that

11):

Uuuuuuggggh idk broooo. I don't even like most of the things I do, I post them just because I find them decent enough but not because I like them or anything. Maybe I do write pretty funny things? Like I've catched myself LAUGHING AT MY OWN STUPID JOKES AND BE LIKE "DAMN, WHO IS THIS BRO THEY'RE REALLY FUNNY"

12):

This brain has never known what's a word count.

13):

THERE ARE SO MANY

The one I like more is inspired by kind of dbd and Russian doll where the reader like dies but not really and everytime they die they appear or in the same place with the same slasher or in a different one with a different slasher, who knows what they have to do to get out of the loop 👀👺

Then another where the reader wants to leave brahms not because they're scared but because they're scared of relationships. YES I LOVE TO PROJECT MY ISSUES ON FANFICS, WHAT ABOUT IT?

Another one where reader helps Jesse cromeans after the whole accident

One with Billy hargrove but I need to kind of finish stranger things first to really get an idea on how to write it

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Favourite fic i posted mmmh maybe the ones about slasher adopting the reader? I really liked it and it was really nice and fun to do. Either that or the one where the reader kills for the slashers

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angst angst angst angst angst ANGST ANGST ANGST

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Horny sinful very sinful thoughts and like...stupid and small brain shit *sigh*

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Well mmh idk(?) Probably not. I like to read and write angst, the only thing that changes maybe it's the level of angst I like vs what other people like

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Man Idk cause I feel like I'm already really lucky for how everything is going and how much people have liked my shit. I didn't even expect someone to like anything of mine at all

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Easy answer is because it gives me the chance to do things differently than what I have seen in the movie or series I'm writing about. More easier than that is the mental illness luv and now if you want the complex answer

It's because I have never felt like "safe" in real life. I always felt that feeling of impending doom, like I don't have anyone or anything or anywhere to hide. I used to daydream a lot and I tend to like close myself in my own little world cause i can't really function in real life as myself

Idk if they makes sense but yeah

THIS SHIT WAS REALLY FUN TO ANSWER

#slasher fandom #slashers #slasher community #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #horror movies #slasher headcanons

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klitzcore · 2 years

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You wrote about reader and Klitz dating and inviting Eli into a polyamory, but how do you think it would go if reader and Eli were dating first and invited Klitz in?

character: Eli and Klitz!

Prompt: Inviting Klitz into your relationship!

You and Eli had been together for a little while. Around 3 months, maybe a little more.

It was really sudden that the two of you had gotten together. It was after the convention in Vegas. At graduation when Eli ran to you and smashed his lips into yours.

Klitz and Matt stood there shocked. Sure, Eli kissed all of his friends. But never it was never that long. And it looked like you were reciprocating.

Then the news was out! You and Eli were together, you'd just forgotten to tell people.

Which kind of broke Klitz's heart. I mean, yes he was happy! He was so happy for you two, two of his favorite people being happy together.

There was just a simple quirk in that situation, Klitz was upset he wasn't in it.

He'd had a crush on Eli since middle school. He held onto the secret, and had buried it deep inside of him. He didn't like thinking of it. So he didn't.

But he really did. Whenever he saw Eli, he was reminded. Everytime Eli did something stupid, and Klitz had to bandage him. Everytime he heard a knock on his window because Eli needed somewhere to stay for the night, due to his parents fighting.

Everytime Eli talked about you.

God, he was so jealous of you.

But then he actually met you, and everything Eli said had started clicking and making sense. And suddenly, that distain and jealousy started to melt away. And that spot that was in his heart for Eli? It grew to fit you right next to him.

Klitz was jealous of the both of you.

The two of you were good together. You match eachothers energy really well. If you were doing something stupid, Eli was your right hand man. If he was doing something stupid, you were there.

Klitz started getting invited to these meetings. He had the pleasure of joining you two on nightly adventures.

And then one night, Klitz hears two knocks on his window. Each from different hands.

He rolls out of bed, sluggishly making his way towards the window. His hand pushes up on the wooden frame. Cold air infects his room. He bends down.

And there was his two favorite people, beaming with radiance in the dark of the night.

"What do you want?" Klitz says. He rubs his eyes.

"Oh c'mon, you know you're happy to see us! Grab your stuff, we're going to the beach." Eli says, smiling up at Klitz. You grasp onto Eli's hand.

"Yeah! It'll be fun! You know you wanna do it." You say.

Klitz swallows. He does, he really does. Klitz sits there for a couple seconds, then he releases a breath.

"Fine."

You and Eli cheer together, hugging eachother and then jumping up and down.

"Alright baby!" Eli says, looking up at the window.

Klitz gets ready as quick as he could. Throwing on clothes, putting on his sock and shoes. He grabs his backpack. He tosses it out of the window, and you catch it.

Then, he's out the window with the two of you. Klitz follows behind you and Eli, until he's in the backseat of a car, racing towards the beach.

Music blares out of the speakers of your car, the windows are down. And more than ever, he's in love. In love with the way your hair is flying in the wind, the way Eli is screaming to the lyrics.

As soon as the car was parked, the three of you got out and raced to the beach.

"Wait, I don't have a swimsuit!" Klitz exclaims. He feels himself grow pale. He just ruined the whole trip! You guys would angrily drive him home and then yell at him for being so stu-

"You don't need one!" He hears your voice say. Klitz looks back up.

You and Eli are just in your underclothes.

He feels his face getting hotter. "Oh, I didn't know." He says.

"Obviously! Do you need us to undress you or can you handle a bit of public indecency?" Eli asks him, eyebrow quirking up.

Klitz nods no.

Immediately after Klitz was undressed, he felt two hands attach to his.

Then he was running. Running up a steep incline. Until he realized he and his two favorite people were on "The Ridge"

The Ridge was a cliff that was at a perfect enough angle to be able to jump into the ocean safely.

Klitz had heard stories of The Ridge. People went there to party, it was always a party at The Ridge. Someone was either always drunk off their ass, high off their ass, or getting laid. The Ridge was a place where more.. people upper in the food chain hang out. The group he was in, was not that.

So what was he, you and Eli doing there?

Then he realized. Some silly shit was about to happen, shown by you and Eli's giggling.

"Hey.. Klitz. Before we jump, you know how we do stupid things all the time?" You ask him. He nods.

"We wanna do you, you stupid thing!" Eli chimes in with a smile. You roll your eyes at him, and then you pinch his arm.

"This could either be a make or break. Me and Eli have.. had eyes on you for a long time." You say. Klitz starts to back up, nearing the cliffside.

"What do you mean?" He questions.

His heart feels like it's about to explode, were you kidding? Were the two of you joking? Was this a joke? Maybe a cruel, cruel joke to out him.

Nothing but the sound of wind passes by his ears for a good 2 minutes.

"Me and Eli both really like you. Romantically. Like. We want you to be our boyfriend."

Oh.

So you guys weren't kidding.

"What do you say?" Eli says. Eli's nervous, shifting from foot to foot. Antsy.

"I say.. yes." Klitz says.

You and Eli finally exhale, letting go of all the air you'd been holding in. "You scared the shit out of me." Eli says.

You take Eli's hand, and then Klitz's. "Okay, but listen I don't wanna JUMP-"

Klitz is cut off by being pulled off the ledge. He feels your hands on his.

And then, the three of you were falling through the air.

It was only a 7 second drop, but Klitz swore it was seven minutes. He looked over to the two of you.

Eli's hair was blowing everywhere, he was screaming with excitement and a smile was blown onto his face. You had hold of him, Eli wrapped in your embrace. And suddenly, Klitz felt your arm tug him in. As soon as he was over to the two of you, he tightened himself around the two of you.

The water below greeted you with a kind smile.

#klitzcore #paul dano #danonation #the girl next door #klitz #paul danos movies #klitz x reader #klitz x gn! reader #klitzy #eli brooks #eli brooks x gn!reader #eli brooks x reader

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you're warm | kth

Pairing : Kim Taehyung × Reader

Genre : Established Relationship! au, Comfort! au, Fluff, A hint of angst

Summary : You haven't watched a movie with your boyfriend in a long time. Or maybe more accurate would be the sentence - you haven't cuddled with him in a long time.

Warnings : None, except for the fact that it's written by me.

Word Count : 1.5k (does this count as a drabble? but whatever asjkshshej)

Author's Note : This drabble is uhh...quite random, I'd say. But then again, which work of mine isn't? The idea struck me while I was attending my classes and I was like why not? After I finished writing it, I really was in a Taehyung mood🤧

Anyways, please enjoy this drabble! It will mean a lot to me if you do so. And please leave feedback if possible (doesn't matter if it's good or bad). It motivates me a lot🌻

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You peep in at Taehyung's room through the half-open door.

There is no sunlight in there. The weather is cloudy today. Yet, he has somehow managed to keep the room warm. On walls painted white and brown, hang vintage paintings high and proud. The room is messy as always, Taehyung never bothering to clean it. Clothes are piled high on a chair, just a centimetre away from making a mess on the floor. The bed is still not cleared; blankets and pillows scattered on it.

He is sitting in his chair, squinting at the screen of the desktop through his glasses. His elbow rests on the table, his fingers grazing his soft lips and the tip of his nose. His brows are furrowed in concentration, giving him that intimidating look only he possesses (and it's scary, mind you).

You slowly push the the door, making space for you to squeeze into the room, silently praying that the door doesn't squeak. And it doesn't, luckily. You raise your head to look at him once again. He's still busy, head buried deep into his work.

You quietly tip-toe towards the back of his chair. And then, suppressing a laugh, you block his view by covering his eyes with your hands. You feel his eyelashes flutter under your touch and him jump in his chair, before he relaxes completely.

"Wh---Y/n, you gave me the fright of my life," he says, his deep voice filling in your ears.

You step away from Taehyung and turn to lean on the wall, facing him. He, too, tears his gaze away from the screen and directs it towards you.

"I intended that." You poke your tongue out at him.

He only laughs at that, the sound of it music to your ears. You have always loved his laugh; the sound of it, the way his face brightens up with a glow whenever he does so. Your heart melts, not for the first time since you first heard it.

"So, what are you here for?" he questions, raising his eyebrows at you. Does he know you love how his brows raise? He definitely knows. You roll your eyes at him.

"Does your girlfriend need a reason everytime she visits you?" you reply, crossing your hands on your chest.

"She usually doesn't visit without any reason, stating it right away when she enters, never wasting a moment. And when she does enter my house without saying a word, all she needs is cuddles. There always is a reason," he answers.

"She---" you try to come up with a clever and witty response, but fail to do so.

He smiles at you then, resting his chin on his hands and tilting his head. "As I said, my girlfriend never visits me without any reason."

You only puff your cheeks at that, annoyed because you can't find even a decent defence for yourself. He's good at this kind of stuff, for some reason.

"Let's just end that conversation right there. I'll just answer your question." You hesitate for a moment before continuing, "I want to watch a movie, alright? I just realized we haven't done so in a long time. And we'll watch romance, of course."

"Okay then, Y/n. Let me just finish writing this e-mail first," he says, motioning towards his desktop.

"What do I do till then?"

"Do whatever you want. Not like I have chained you up, honey." He turns his face away from you, shielding it from your view.

You only throw a dirty look at the back of his head and proceed to walk towards his balcony situated beyond the wide and tall windows of his room. Pushing the curtains aside and sliding the windows, you walk into it.

You love your balcony, you really do. But his holds a view undeniably better (maybe because it's his balcony). He sure does have good luck.

The city isn't as buzzing with crowds at this hour of the day. It's relatively calmer, making noise with only the silence for people to hear.

The cold, humid wind blows in, grazing your skin. It calms you down. You feel all your clenched muscles relax, giving in to the simple comfort of the wind blowing. You close your eyes and lean on the railings, placing both your hands on it.

In reality, you care nothing about the movie. It just hasn't been that great a day. Not bad, but it hasn't been the best one either. And your thoughts that constantly trailed towards negativity didn't help much either. Tired of them, you had found yourself walking aimlessly within the city, just simply looking at all that it held in it; at the buildings and the trees, at the changing seasons, at the sky and at the people. Feeling yourself unwind a little after that, you unsurprisingly found out that your feet had led you to the complex Taehyung lived in. You had smiled a little then.

Suddenly, you feel two arms wrap around your waist and a body slowly pressing against your back.

You only sigh, smiling. A warm feeling swirls in your chest. It is love and so much more that you feel for him. You spin around in his hands, turning to face him.

You find him smiling at you, eyes searching yours.

"You really love my balcony, now, don't you?" He tightens his grip on you a little.

"And so what? What if I do?" You cock your eyebrows at him, swiping your tongue against the inside of your cheek.

He pulls you close, and your face finds itself pressed into his chest. Your cheeks flame a little, but it feels nice. Comforting. Like home. You feel warm inside out whenever he holds you like this.

You breathe him in. Even his smell is so warm.

"Your breath is making me ticklish, Y/n. Don't do that," he laughs, and you feel his chest vibrating with laughter against your face.

"I..." you trail off, not knowing what to say. You only press your face into his chest further and wrap your arms around his back, holding him close.

"You're really in a cuddly mood today, huh? What about the movie?" he asks, and you hear the smile in his voice as he does so. He must be looking at you with those eyes. Eyes that your friend had once claimed that he only has reserved for his loved ones. As much as you want to look at his eyes and him, you don't want to distance yourself from him even a bit. Why in the world couldn't you do both of them together?

"I still want to. Just give me a second, please." And he does.

You try to savour his warmth, his body so close to yours, his hands on your back, his comforting presence. You don't know how much time you hold on to him like that. He doesn't move either.

When you finally look up, you find him looking at you with eyes so fond, that you immediately melt under his gaze.

"Shall we go now, Tae?"

"Okay. Let's go, Y/n." His eyes flit all over your face before he finally lets go of you, and you miss the contact quite quickly.

As you walk, his hand finds yours and his fingers intertwine with yours absent-mindedly. You smile quietly at the gesture.

As soon as you reach his living room, you curl up on the couch with the blankets and the pillows you brought on your way here.

Taehyung proceeds to turn on the television and scrolls through the seemingly endless collection of movies.

"Which one this time?" he asks, turning to look at you, only to find that you are already curled up on his couch. You really are in a cuddly mood today. He smiles, knowing that you are going to sleep halfway through the movie. He isn't complaining, though.

"Any movie is fine," you mumble in reply to his question, your voice a little muffled due to the layer of blankets you have wrapped yourself in.

He only shakes his head at you, smiling, and continues his search. At last, he decides on one and then walks towards your form on the couch.

After contemplating for a moment, he sits on the opposite end of the couch, as far away from you as possible.

Realising this, you scoot over to his side of the couch. He smiles like an idiot. You hardly seem to care about his win at this point. You curl into him, putting your arms around him and resting your head against his chest, his heart beating steadily under you. He too, secures his arms around your body, holding you close to him and rests his chin on your head. You smile at that.

"You're warm," you're mumbling, half-asleep, when barely 10 mins of the movie have been completed.

Your words warm him up as well.

To his surprise, it doesn't even take half of the movie for you to fall asleep. You must have really been tired today, he thinks as you snore lightly in your peaceful slumber.

He kisses your forehead and holds you tighter.

He loves you, he realizes not for the first time.

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theydontknowaboutusimagines · 2 years

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Love on Tour - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 6)

Part 5

** A Day Off.

Harry had a couple of days off before his show in Houston and the two of you planned on using that for some time together. You slept in late the morning after his show and spent most of the morning in bed relaxing before getting up to go out for a late brunch. Afterwards, you two decided to go for a walk around the city. You forgot how nice it was to just be out and about without a schedule or having to work on something. It was actually one of the first days in a while, you didn’t look at your email, or get on your computer.

“What are you thinking about?” Harry asked, bringing your ice cream.

You smiled, giving it a quick lick, “Nothing really, just how I’m happy we’re able to have a day like today. Where it’s just about us.”

“I know what you mean,” he said. “I’ve been off tour for so long, I sort of forgot how hectic it can be and we’re only a few dates in.”

“I can’t believe you did this every year during One Direction and you recorded albums,” you said.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Looking back, I realize just how fucked up our schedules were, but I was young and doing what I loved, and I just thought that’s how it was supposed to be, you know?”

“Do you ever miss it?” You asked. “Like making music with the other boys?”

“Yes, and no,” he said. “I love being able to have more control over my music now and how I don’t have to rely on four other opinions. But sometimes I do miss how it was having people know what it was like to be going through the same thing. Like having people to share things with. I guess you can say it’s like how people miss being in school with their mates, but they don’t necessarily want to go back and do it all again.”

“You know what we should do tonight?” you asked.

“I have a few ideas,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes, “Shut up. I think we should order a pizza, maybe a few other food choices, and watch some netflix. Just like we did back home and maybe if you actually stay awake during the movies, we can incorporate your ideas,” you smirked.

“One, you make it sound like I always fall asleep, I do not,” he said.

“And that’s where I’m going to stop you because you do, in fact, fall asleep everytime,” you said. “Do you know how many times I’ve had to turn the volume up because of your snoring?”

“I do not snore,” he laughed, flicking ice cream at you.

You gasped when it hit your nose, “Seriously? What are you four?”

“It was the wind,” he joked.

You laughed, shaking your head, “Why do I put up with you again?”

“Because you love me, you think I’m hot, and I’m good in bed,” he smirked, counting out on his fingers.

“Good thing we’re outside because I’m afraid if your head gets any bigger you’d be stuck,” you said.

“I’d like to point out, you didn’t deny any of those,” he said.

“I also didn’t confirm any of those either,” you point out.

“Tomato, potato,” he shrugged.

“You do know that’s not how the saying goes, right?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Does it really matter?” He laughed.

“Guess not,” you laughed.

Once back at the hotel, you changed into a pair of comfy shorts and one of Harry’s hoodies.

“I’m never getting that back am I?” He laughed, taking off his shoes.

“Nope,” you said. “It’s mine. Besides, it looks better on me.”

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. You grabbed the tv remote, jumping onto the bed.

“Okay, let’s see what should we watch first?,” you asked, scrolling through the options.

“Want me to order the food yet?” He asked.

“Hm, let’s wait, it’s still early,” you said.

He nodded, laying down on the bed next to you. You smiled scooting closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you. After a bit of scrolling, you finally decide on something and of course, about halfway through, Harry had fallen asleep. You smirked, grabbing your phone and taking a video of him snoring as proof. While you were on your phone, you went online to order the food. You put your phone back down and go back to the movie.

There’s a knock on the door and you go to get up, when Harry’s arms tighten around your waist.

“Oh, now you’re awake?” you laughed.

“I wasn’t asleep,” he mumbled. “Just resting my eyes.”

“I have proof,” you said. “Now, let me go, I have to get the food.”

“Ugh, fine,” he said. “I need to wee anyway.”

“Thanks for that,” you rolled your eyes.

You got a few bills of cash out of your wallet to tip the delivery person. There’s a knock again as you walk towards.

“Sorry, coming,” you said, opening the door.

The guy stands there holding the food in his hands.

“Hey, sorry, um, I had to get some cash,” you said.

“No problem,” he said. “I have an order for Y/N?”

“That’s me,” you smiled.

He nodded, handing you the food, while you handed him the cash.

“Thank you,” you smiled.

You noticed his eyes looking you up and down.

“You’re welcome, thank you for your business,” he smiled.

“Uh, yeah, goodnight,” you said, closing the door quickly.

“What was that about?” Harry asked, walking over to help you with the food.

“I think he was checking me out,” you said.

“Hmphf,” Harry said, putting the food down on the table.

You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, “Are you jealous?” you giggled.

“No,” he scoffed. “Why would I be jealous?”

“Maybe jealous isn’t the right word, but you’re definitely annoyed,” you smirked against his neck.

“Maybe so,” he shrugged.

You laughed, kissing his cheek, “Come on, let’s eat and get back to movie night.”

By the end of the second movie, you two finished the pizza and were cuddled up again. You were searching for the next movie to watch, when Harry laced your fingers with his and started kissing your neck.

“Whatcha doin?” you smirked.

“Nothing,” he whispered.

“Really? Because it feels like you’re doing something,” you said.

“You mean, like this?” He asked, running his hand up and down your leg.

“We’re supposed to be having a movie night,” you pointed out.

“We’ve watched movies,” he said.

“Correction, I watched movies,” you giggled. “And remember, you were supposed to stay awake, but you didn’t.”

“Fine,” he said, “If you want to watch yet another movie, go ahead.”

“You’re so pouty,” you giggled, squeezing his cheeks.

“Mean,” he mumbles against your hands.

You laughed, rolling over so you’re on top of him, “Am I now?”

His hands find their way to your waist, “Maybe a little.”

You lean down, hovering your lips over his, barely touching them, “What about now?”

“Getting better,” he whispered, tightening his grip on you.

“And now?” You giggled, kissing his nose.

He laughed, scrunching his nose, “Much better. Now, kiss me.”

“If I must,” you smirked, finally pressing your lips against his.

#Harry Styles imagines #Harry Styles Fanfiction #Harry Styles Fics

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quirrrky · 3 years

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DRUNK HAIKYUU BOYS -» scenarios -» ft. kuroo, oikawa, akaashi, kenma

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»—KUROO

Having an arm snaked around you, he nuzzled his face on your cheek and pressed two kisses. Then, he whispered against your ear. “D’you know...that there are five states of matter?” You sighed and answered back, “There are only four. Geez, you’re super drunk.” Kuroo laughed and ticked his tongue, tsk tsk tsk. “There are five, Y/N. Let me educate you.” You pinched your eyebrows together. You didn’t really like the ring of it, not at all. It’s stupid but you’re so fired up to debate with your drunk boyfriend. “There’s four Kuroo Tetsurou. It’s solid, liquid, gas and plasma. Four.” He shook his head in disagreement. “You’re forgetting what matters the most...” he leaned his head against yours, “...you.” He laughed at his own pick up while you were left with a flat expression 😑

»—OIKAWA

“Y/N-chan!!!” He jumped on you as soon as he saw you. He’s flushed and clingy. He’s drunk and you feared for the worst, honestly. He rubbed his face on the crook of your neck. “Mhmmmm~” He cooed. “Don’t sleep here, baby.” You assisted his arm around your shoulder and helped him balance himself as you walked back home. Much to your dismay, you heard him humming. Oh my god. You braced yourself, because you’d sure die of second-hand embarrassment any moment. Here we go again. Twirling his index finger like it’s a musical baton, he began belting, “Don’t cry for me, Argentina~ la la la I never left you~” Noooo! Tooru, nooo! “Stahp. Just stahp it, Tooru! People are looking at us.” You whispered in frustration. He awfully made the song sound like a hymn in a funeral service! “I never expected it tooo~ Don’t cry for me, Argentina! La la la~ Sing with me, my love. C’mon! Let’s make Madonna proud.” Nooo, just nooo. You’re already putting her to shame including the whole Argentina! You kept bowing your head to the passersby mildly showing your apologies. Just... goodness. You gotta get home quick.

»—AKAASHI

“Your eyes glisten like galaxy filled with stars, do you know that?” He mumbled looking up at you as he rested his head on your chest. He’s totally drunk. The poetic kind of drunk. “I can’t even compare thee to a summer’s day. You are springtime blossoming right after the cold of winter.” You bit your lip stifling your chuckle as you twiddled your fingers on his hair. He hugged you tighter and curled up next to you. “There’s just no words nor poetry that could describe how much dear you are to me, princess. Everytime I try to convey my feelings for you they fall off like puzzle pieces from my lips that I ended up tongue-tied and unable speak.” You paused for a while. Did you just hear him right? Unexpectedly, it felt like your heart stopped beating. Hearing this from him made your chest feeling like exploding. “You don’t have to say anything, love.” Just stay right here beside me; it’s more than enough. You thought as you hugged him tighter and treasure this very moment he’s within your reach and so close to you.

»—KENMA

"Kyan kyan, get up!” You demanded as you dragged him across your bedroom. There he was, curled into a ball all laid on the floor. He didn’t even move an inch and just kept on murmuring complaints about Kuroo and his other previous teammates. You slumped your shoulders. “You should sleep on the bed. It’s cold here.” He just let out a defiant whimper in response. “Kenma, let’s go to bed. You’re just drunk.” And, he protested, “No, I’m not!” You sat beside him and poked his cheek. “Yes, you are!” Hmph! “’M not!” You sighed and kept on poking his cheek. “You are, you are, you are,” until, he surprisingly got and held your finger in between his teeth. “Ow! What are you-what are you doing? Kenma?” You wiggled your finger out. He grunted and just stared at you with knitted brows. You surrendered, at least for now. “Fine, at least just stay with me instead of the cold floor.” You opened your arms and invited him in. Without a word, he moved and rested inside your arms while you cradled him to sleep. He murmured non-sensical stuff in his sleep which made you chuckle, while you sighed at the sight of him so peaceful and comfortable in your arms.

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monstas1ut2 · 3 years

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2/3 Eren Yeager (Smut Warning!)

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That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!

The screenshot sound was pretty loud as your back went up and down like a roach sprayed with raid. The male on the other side of the phone laughing his ass off. Well, he wasn't the only one.. but he's the one who took the screenshot.

"Delete that shit, don't put it on Instagram Connie!" Your pretty face was immediately in the camera's view. Your eyes a little wide at the fact that you were caught off guard. But at the same time, you let yourself go in front of the group. That's your wrong doing. But it made them smile nonetheless.

The people who were on the call at the moment were Connie, Jean, and Sasha. The rest were either too bothered to be in such a crackhead group, or they were busy.. probably the first one. Anyways, everyone in first period happened to be your friend, they were all different but they adored you nonetheless... even Annie... she just hides hers pretty well. Anyways, It's almost the end of senior year already and the bond is hard to break..

"That's my favorite song, you can't be catchin a hoe off guard.." you scolded the bald male who still happened to be laughing. His controller in his hand since he was playing nba2k. Jean was also playing but at the moment he was trying to figure out what you were doing.. and he's mad he didn't see..

"What did she do now?!"

"She was throwing her back out of place!" Sasha muffled out as she was stuffing her cheeks with a Hershey chocolate bar. She was also watching Hell's Kitchen on her tv, you could hear it.

"Daddy Jean aint need to hear all that.." you playfully spoke as you bit your lip at him. It was obvious he liked you, not to the point where he wanted a relationship though.. he's just a bit of a man whore.

Though everytime you mumble a 'Daddy Jean' , he's all for it. That's yo bitch.

After a bit of a pause of talking, Connie had picked up his phone and you were now cleaning the table that was in your room. The last time you were in this room, you didn't even have time to clean... Your father was screaming for you to hurry.

Let's explain, this weekend, you are visiting Hange, your mother . She missed you so she invited you to stay for a few days. Today is Friday so you have the whole weekend with her. She had planned Saturday and Sunday. Not to mention, Monday is a holiday so no school.

"Hey guys... uh Armin and Eren having a party.. y'all comin?"

All while Sasha said yes, along with Jean.. you were still jamming to 2-pac spitting his shit. Your hand movements not going unseen by the three on your phone. So in result of not having a response from you, Connie screamed oh so suddenly which caused you to jump pretty high.

"What the Fuck is yo problem!? You bein held by gunpoint nigga?" Your voice showing 1% concern as you moved closer to the phone on your dresser and you stared into it.. quite surprised still.

"(Y/n)... you makin my hair fall out..." Connie spoke as he gave a sarcastic smile and... wow it was hard for everyone to suppress their laughter... your face would turn purple instead of red though..

"Ight~... watchu want?..."

"Eren-"

"Oooh, Eren.." you spoke in interest, your long eyelashes fluttering. This however made Jean and Connie 'throw up' at the same time. All while you rolled your (e/c) eyes.

"Yall do too much-.. and Jean, stay in yo game ight?.. befo I come through the screen and punch-"

"Eren havin a party.. are you going..?"

Tilting your head in slight disbelief that Connie interrupted you. Your eyes rolled as you looked to the side. Obviously leading them on, but at the same time they knew that Hange will let you go...

"Fine. But somebody pickin me up.. and Sasha cuz boo-boo can't drive worth a dime.."

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As much as you hated it, you sat uncomfortably in the dodge... Ugh... It's just something about you and dodge's. The cars radiate fuck boy energy, and guess who happened to be driving this car? Jean..

Though he let you sit in the passenger seat just because. Your eyes staring out the window as you messed with the stockings you had on. They were in a bit of a web, that was the design. You also had on a plaid skirt and this crop top with some white platforms. Oh you looked scrumptious.

The person who put this outfit together in the first place was Hange.

"Baby Jean, you need a new car... cuz-"

"It radiates Fuck boy energy.. you said it the first time you ever saw it... I know.." Jean pouted as he continued to drive to Eren's house. Who was shared with Armin. The two always lived together, some speculated that they were... sparkle sparkle.. gay.. but they aren't.. not that you would've minded.. it just would've been a bummer.

"(Y/n)... Didn't Your father take your car away...?"

Glaring back at Connie, who was wearing a white shirt with black pants and some timbs. You rolled your eyes and looked through your window again.

"Yeah but my car is a Mitsubishi.."

The neighborhood around these parts were quite pretty. Just like where you lived with your dad. But at the same time you were confused as to how Eren and Armin could afford such a place. The first thing popping in your mind being. Drug dealer and then you thought about what Sukihana said about dating them...

That's probably why Levi didn't want you around him... Yeah.. This whole senior year has been Levi making sure Eren doesn't sit beside you... nor have a project with you... It's like he barely existed at first. Though you always had these ways to talk to him. He's not even that bad.. he's quite the hottie and he knows what to say... he's just a flirt, and you edge him on every time...

"(Y/n)! Can you come with me to find the food?"

Snapping out of those thoughts of Eren, you didn't even realize Jean had already parked. A small 'mhm' coming from your throat as you opened the car door. Everyone else doing the same. Lord it was a bunch of people out here. People were outside and inside which was baffling honestly.

A soft hand touched your wrist and started to drag you towards the house door. It was Sasha, her mouth almost watering for something to eat. She told Eren to make sure there was extra cheese in the fridge for her. Hidden... and lo and behold when you both shimmied through the crowd, the cheese was in the fridge. Her eyes beaming as she grabbed some chips as started eating like it was her last meal, nothing out of the ordinary.

"This music actually hits..." you spoke out to nobody in particular as your hips started to move ever so gently. Though as nice as your body was, it looked more seductive than anything. Popping one of those chips into your mouth as your hips continued to wine ever so gently.

The looks you were getting, not only lustful but want... The way your long dreads just complimented your look had only made it worse. The second you decide to stop, it seemed like everyone stopped looking at you. In slight despair that you'd stopped. Though one individual in particular was continuing to stare...

His hand, wrapped around the cup as he'd sipped at the liquid inside. The black ring on his middle finger caused his hand to look hotter than it already was. He had these prominent veins that would just look so pretty on your brown skin...

"She likes you too..." the blonde that was a tad bit shorter spoke to his childhood friend, Eren.

"What makes you say that..." lord, somehow over all this music, and his low tone... you could still feel the vibration of Eren's voice. Just glancing from the kitchen as Eren was sitting on the couch in the living room. Leaning back like he owned the place... well he did.

Fine ass..

Giving him a bit of a stare, your glossy lips curved into a smirk as you glanced at him up and down. All before turning your attention back to your friend who was having the time of her life eating...

"So Sash.. what's up with you and Connie...? Yall gon date.. or-"

"(Y/n)!"

"My bad.. my bad.. I just wanted to know"

The party was a bit lively, more than anything since this is a longer weekend. So everyone was happy.. including you because they were playing your favs. So of course your body started to move again. That skirt of yours being a paid actress in helping you look more hot. Though, what you did not expect was someone coming up behind you...

Now that's nasty..

You whipped your head around about to give them an earful... though... you saw that smexy... face and you looked kinda shocked...

"Oh..." you choked out before turning your head again.. Eren's evil little smirk had caught you off guard. It boosted his confidence even more that you didn't feel the need to even move away from him. His hands slithering onto your full hips.

Man, he was really risking everything this time... considering your father is.. Levi...

This however was thrown out of the window because of the fact that you could feel Eren's... crotch against that thick form of yours. That little smirk on your face only widening as you started to gently rub against him, your back bending over somewhat.

His long brown hair then started to ever so gently fall in front of his face as his greenish eyes stared hard into your body. That harsh little grip on your waist made you feel all different types of high. Gawd.

"You like that huh...? I know.." your cute, but seductive voice made Eren chuckle just a tad. It causing you to almost choke on those words.. This man didn't need to TRY to be hot... he was already smexy.

His hands then started to travel up your body to your arms and he gently pulled you up towards him, your back against his scrumptious chest. All you could do was open your mouth a bit, quite surprised that he wanted to be this close with you.

"Eren... You a lil close... you needa tell me sum?"

The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself... it was new to Eren when he first met you.. but he got used to it real quick and he noticed he wanted something he never knew existed.. and that was you.

"Can't tell you here... but I can tell you in the bedroom..." Eren purred out, his voice smooth as a babies skin, smooth as butter. It caused you to tingle, the female between your legs wanting that more than anything.

Biting your glossy lips, the room started to become hotter than it already was. The people who were in the house started to pile out of the main and started to go outside. It was quite cold outside as well, but the party continues.

"Where the hell is (Y/n)..." Jean spoke to himself as he watched Connie and Sasha become drunks in two seconds. It was obvious he himself could not drink since he is the driving parent tonight.. but he now had nothing to do... he's just wondering where... you are..

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"S-..Shit Eren~..."

The (f/c) nails you had were now digging into Eren's muscular arms as his lips caressed your neck. The seductive kisses making dark marks on your brown, beautiful skin.

Your head being thrown back onto the soft black pillow as your pretty toes curled. Feeling Eren's slender fingers inside of your pussy. His intimidating green eyes watching your every expression, every move. Seeing that your crop top was already rolled up over your pretty chocolate mound breasts that were covered with your bra.

"E-Eren, s-stahp..." choking that out, you could hear the loud rip of your stockings when Eren moved his hand out of them. The wetness of your brown pussy lips being known pretty well when Eren's fingers slid your panties to the side.

"You don't want me to stop... huh...?"

"N-No.."

The electricity shocked through you when you watched Eren stare down into your eyes. Lust and want, all in them as his key necklace dangled in front of your face ever so gently.

His shirt immediately being discarded as he watched your pussy pulse from his fingers being pulled away from it. It was amazing to him how much you wanted him.. it was amazing... it ran something through him...

All you could see was his muscular frame, his hands to match as he easily tore through your bra. Watching the way your breasts fumbled out of the cups. He never seen a black woman's breasts before.. but it couldn't get any better than this though.. is what he thought.

"Daddy~... don't stare at em..." you pouted playfully before licking your glossy lips. Just running your fingers up Eren's arms as you eventually made your way up to his luscious hair. Running your fingers through the locks. Pulling him down ever so gently to finally get that kiss you wanted.

Eren's eyes glowed when he felt your soft lips, the lip gloss giving him this taste of lovely. His lips tasted of some sugar, kinda made you wonder what was in his cup before this.

The wetness of Eren's tongue touching yours as the both of you withered in this naughty, sloppy kiss. Something you both weren't supposed to do.... It was fun, crazy... scary..

"You act all bad outside of the bedroom huh... but you ain't ever have someone touch you..." Eren teased gently, in a whisper against your lips. His hand gripping your chin as he stared at your innocent looking face. Gently spitting all nastily into your mouth and you moaned out seductively. Swallowing it so easily..

"Show daddy you'll be able to take it..."

Eren's cock was so hard in his pants, it being unzipped by him and his underwear was now restricting his release. His eyes staring at your pretty pussy, the wet, pink insides were bright and untouched. Though his pale cock was eager to invade it.

"I-.. I can take it daddy..." your whimpers echoed In Eren's ears as he pushed his underwear down. Your knees being pushed to your chest as you felt Eren's stare. The plaid skirt you had was still on, so you tried to cover your pretty pussy with it.

"Stop... don't hide now.." Eren scoffed out as he gripped under your thighs, the underside of his cock rubbing up and down your wet and gooey pussy.

"Hold your legs... don't move.."

It was so demanding, your pussy clenching already as the wetness dripped down to your other hole. Your pretty, long nails visible to Eren as you held your legs as tightly as you could. Knowing Eren's cock was a monster. You could see it... right between your legs.. right between your brown pussy lips.. the contrast was unbelievable..

"F-Fuck!! Eren~~ ow~" the way your painted toes curled gave Eren a shiver of excitement. Your back arching ever so slightly as your virgin hole was taken away from you. Squeezing tightly around Eren's experienced cock.

"Shh.. it's Ight.. take it babydoll.." Eren's whisper was gentle and sincere as his thumb started to gently rub at your clit. Causing you to swallow your spit, though it spilled out. What also spilled out is your loud whimper. Your legs staying wide open for him as your hand slowly slid up his muscular structure.

"It's .. i-it's so big..."

Hearing these whimpers and words spill from your throat, Eren couldn't help but take his hand and wrap it around your throat. Causing your breath to be taken away oh so suddenly when Eren snapped his hips forward even more.

"Fuck!" Your moan could probably be heard outside as your breasts bounced from the impact. Eren's smirk wide as he felt the tightness of your insides. His necklace going back and forth ever so gently as his pelvis started to clap against you. The feeling was so foreign to you, having someone ram into you like this. But it was Eren... it wasn't just 'someone'..

Your (f/s) scent was powering against Eren's own scent. The feeling of Eren's cock was starting to really take a toll on you..

"A-Ahgh..."

Eren's cock was being enclosed so tightly, you just wet up his Dick so well.. he was starting to become obsessed.. more than he already was.

"Daddy's. little. pussy..." his deep voice echoed in your ears as he started to get a bit faster. Your breasts bouncing even more as Eren made sure that skirt was moved out the way. He wanted to make sure to see everything. His hand squeezing harder at your throat. It was keeping you firm against the bed, like a little fuck doll...

"I-it's your pussy Eren~"

Curling those pretty toes again, you could feel the bubbles in your lower region. The craziest orgasm you've ever experienced... just tip toeing to the tippy top. All you could muster was a pathetic whine. Your eyes watering up behind your long eyelashes.

"I'm-.. I'm cumming..." Your voice was so weak, it sounded like you were passing out almost. Just rolling your eyes back as the bed frame started to hit the wall. Your pussy gushing more than usual as the white cum started to coat Eren's cock a little.

"Shit... yeah~..." Eren growled under his breath, watching you come undone on his pale cock. Your thicker form was just so adorable, looking all bent up. Your locs scattered around ever so softly.

It was like he was fucking a goddess...

Eren was between harsh and soft, his manhandling ways were shown easily by the way he pulled out quickly and turned you over. Your plump ass shaking like jello as his cock easily slipped inside once again.. filling you up for the second time. God you just couldn't wait till you could feel his cum...

"Imma Fuck you till you turn dumb..." Eren spoke harshly as his long fingers gripped at some of your locs. Pulling them and wrapping them around his wrist somewhat. Gaining all control over you and your own body...

He wasn't playing either...

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spideyspeaches · 3 years

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Inconveniences ↬ p.p

AN: This is a reupload from my old account!

An entry for @geminiparkers’s 1k writing challenge!

Pairing- College!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Warnings: mentions of sex :)

Wc: 1.7k

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You didn’t understand what people saw in the Avengers. They were annoying and had no concept of personal space.

Or maybe those were just your thoughts. You’ve been living with them ever since quarantine started, finally able to convince your parents that you were capable of living alone, you were an avenger, after all. Well you weren’t really living alone, as the people in question along with your boyfriend, Spider-Man lived with you.

Never were you ever glad that May Parker, the angel, had allowed you two to stay together (without much embarrassment).

Back to the point where you got no privacy. For example:

“Peterrrr” you whined, elongating his name to get his attention. You had been horny all day long, craving some semblance of touch from your extremely sweet, hot, amazing, beautiful boyfriend.

He hummed, not even looking up from the laptop he was typing on. He was laying on his side, so you tried to shimmy yourself between the little space on the couch and him, only to grunt when he wouldn’t move.

So you tried something else, because fuck the Avengers you wanted a dick now.

“Petey petey pie,” you whispered, tracing his abs from under his t-shirt. You knew your trick would work, because you could feel them clench.

“Y/N, not here sweetheart.” He muttered, holding your hand while he continued to ignore you.

Pouting, you huffed and flopped back as much as you could.

“You promised you would be free tonight! Gah you’re such a nerd!” You whined, rolling your eyes when you saw Nat entered the living room.

At first she ignored you both, sipping at her milkshake and walking towards the kitchen.

“You chose me and not Harry remember? Thought you were into nerds not gonna lie.” He smirked, his voice low, the kind that had you clenching without a thought.

“And? Are you questioning my choices? Come on Petey you can do your homework later.” You said.

You climbed on top of him, your foot purposefully catching his dick. By now you were practically on his chest , tracing circles around his nipples.

Smirking, you continued to pepper his exposed neck with featherlight kisses, making sure to moan every now and then.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He clenched his jaw, huffing to show that your kisses were not affecting him.

“Well you’re being a party pooper, so I’m having mine.” You muttered, voice muffled as you slid your hands inside his t-shirt, scratching your fingers against his chest.

Grunting, he gently pushed you off, sitting up with his laptop on his legs, “Y/N this is important."

Mouth open now, you puffed your cheeks, folding your hands on your chest.

"Can you believe this dude?!” You shouted, looking at Nat while pointing at your smirking boyfriend, “he chooses homework over sex!”

***

Sipping at your drink, you smiled at the scene in front of you. It was almost half a year under quarantine, and Tony had finally agreed to host a party, albeit an internal one with only the Avengers, and May, now that she was out of duty from the hospital.

“How’re you feeling babe?” Peter appeared, wrapping his hands around your stomach, resting his nose on the crook of your neck.

Sighing, you leaned onto his head, enjoying the way he kissed your neck, caressing your waist with his thumbs.

“I’m good, things are getting normal again, if only the president caught the virus, this country would be a much better place.” You snorted, feeling your back vibrate as he laughed.

“You hate him so much don’t you?” He said.

“He’s hate worthy.” You shrugged, turning around to wrap your hands around his neck, playing with the baby hair on the nape.

Leaning forward, you hummed against his lips, crading your hands through his hair as he pushed you into his chest, fingers playing with the hem of your pants.

“Someone’s gonna walk in on us.” You mutter against his mouth, moaning as his tongue attacks your lips, parting them hungrily.

Swaying with the loud music, you whimpered when he touched your waist, his fingers hot and leaving shocks, your pussy throbbing and gut coiling with anticipation.

Panting desperately, you pulled at his shirt, fingers scrunching in the material as he lifted you up, planting on the counter top as you wrapped your legs around his waist, effectively straddling him. Feeling his muscles rippling under the shirt, gave a throaty moan, huffing due to the lack of oxygen.

Sweat was already coating your foreheads, creating highlights on his cheekbones and reflecting off the lens of his glasses-

“Peter did you see my- Oh! Oh am I disturbing you? Why don’t you use the bedroom though, I don’t think Tony would like if you do it in the kitchen-"

"May! Oh my god-"

”-It’s okay honey, you’re not a teenager anymore-“

Falling off the counter top, you bit your lip, playing with the hem of your shirt, not meeting May’s eyes. You look at your blushing boyfriend, embarrassed at being caught making out in between a party.

"May, just go, please-”

“Um, sorry I was just leaving anyway, you know, I got work to do. Yeah. You both continue.” She smirked, nodding at you and sending a sly wink at you.

Shaking your head, you looked at Peter, twiddling your hands together.

“Sooo, wanna make out?” You ask.

“Yeah. Sure"

***

The dishes clinked together, the noise echoing in the empty kitchen. Peter moved with agility, hands cleaning the dishes as he passed it to you who were putting them on the rack.

You saw him take a deep breath, biting your lips and gulping. You knew what was coming next.

Peter had always been protective of you, as a friend or as a girlfriend. He protected everyone who he loved.

"I’m sorry-"

"Save it. Take your meds and go to sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.” He grunted, nearly smashing the plates as you raised your eyebrows.

“Well be careful of the plates, they’re fragile.” You joked, heart beating fast as you contemplate his reaction.

“How are you so chill about all this?! You know you were reckless, and yet you do decide to not acknowledge the fact that you almost died!” He slammed his fist, nearly breaking the plate with his hand, a small piece did break, piercing his skin.

You jumped at his sudden aggression, your own anger building.

“I’m a big girl now Peter, I can take care of myself, I don’t need you to look out for me everytime I go out!” You snarled, curling your fist, “and you’re one to talk you hypocrite! You’re always so reckless during patrols, how is me getting blasted by a bomb in a fireproof suit, reckless when you get hit by bullets on a daily basis?"

"I stopped listening after you said you got blasted by a bomb, you’re not enhanced Y/N, how am I supposed to-”, he said voice cracking, “I love you okay? I can’t - I can’t lose you okay?"

Your chest ached at his hurt voice. Peter had lost a lot in his short life, his parents, his uncle, almost lost Tony. And now you felt bad about making him feel that way.

"I’m sorry Petey.” You said, taking his cheek in one hand, holding his suds filled hand in another, “You’re hurt."

He chuckled, looking at his hand where the broken plate had pierced it. Tony wouldn’t mind one broken plate, he was a billionaire after all.

"Yeah.” He said, sniffing and putting it under the faucet to get off any remaining blood. You watched in fascination as the wound closed up, not even leaving a scar behind as if you were watching a time lapse.

Rolling your eyes, you grinned mischievously, poking his chest with you fingers and snorting as he giggled, pulling you closer-

“Bucky! Give me back my cookie now or I swear to god-"

"Ughhh you guys do this purposely don’t you?” You groaned, glaring at Bucky and Sam as they stop in their tracks, looking at each other and smirking.

“We neither confirm nor deny your accusations.” Bucky said, plopping the cookie in his mouth and walking out of the kitchen as you bang your forehead against the table.

Why can’t people just let you be intimate with your boyfriend for one second?

***

“Are you sure no one’s gonna walk in, Spider-Man?” You hummed against his lips, moving in slow motions as he caresses your bum.

“If they do, I’ll take care of it.” He rasps, squeezing your bottom and fingering the hem of your shirt shorts.

You were sitting in Peter’s bedroom after a full day of teasing him, because you were horny and desperate. Softly kneading your fingers through his hair, you whined at the feel of his bulge against your crotch, a wet feeling already seeping through those shorts.

Rubbing your hips faster against his, you huff, tracing his biceps and squeezing them occasionally as he moved down with his lips, slipping off your tank top.

“Thought you had super speed.” You grunted, urging him to go faster as he unclasped your bra before looking at you with a smirk, his eyes shining with mirth and lust.

“You were a bad girl today, teasing me every opportunity you got, it’s only fair if I get to do the same.” He said before squeezing your one boob and sucking on the other, a wet pop noise leaving his mouth every time he sucked on it.

Spreading your legs further, you shimmy out of your shorts, lifting Peter’s shirt up to get him out of it before he stopped you.

“Oh no, you’re not-” he started before the door opened with a bang.

“Did you guys-” before Tony could see anything, Peter produced his web-shooters and shot at the door, locking it for at least another two hours.

A muffled, “at least use protection!” Was heard from outside the door. Your face was burning with embarrassment, looking at Peter with an innocently terrified look on your face. He could hear your heart racing, and it was making him like, really hard.

“Now, where to begin.” He whispered, chills shooting up your spine, goosebumps appearing on your skin and the wet feeling intensifying between your thighs.

“Let me at least undress you.” You plead, lifting his t-shirt and unbuttoning his jeans simultaneously.

“No, you were a brat today, and brats don’t get a taste without punishment.” He smirked, flipping you so you hit the backrest, holding your arms up and…webbing You up against the headboard, “today I’m doing all the work."

And you didn’t mind it really. Like, at all.

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biderboy · 3 years

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MARAUDERS RAISING THE WEASLEYS PRT 2

contrary to popular belief, they NEVER get fred and george mixed up. each of the marauders know exactly who is who, even when the young boys try and trick them. nobody else can ever tell but they do, sometimes they indulge them though, to see their mischievous little grins

sirius let’s ron color in his tattoos when he’s feeling anxious and tells him stories about why he got them

FANILY TRIP TO A MUGGLE ARCADE !!! james and bill are on a team against sirius and george to see who can get the most tickets. charlie convinces remus to play dance dance revolution with him. lily, ginny, and percy are content playing that deal or no deal game he whole time. peter and fred spend hours on the racing games

percy and peter have a special bond, though most people think peter is bad with kids, percy quite likes his company. he always goes to him for advice and asks peter to show him certain spells

remus was the one who got ginny to take her first steps, granted he was bribing her with chocolate but STILL, she had the biggest smile on her face and took a total of 3 steps before she fell

charlie has an extremely bad temper and likes to fight with his siblings so when he gets really upset james takes him for a long ride on his broom, letting the small boy look over the miles of forests and sea to calm him down

one day bill wanted to make lily and remus breakfast and ended up burning everything so he blamed it on sirius with a perfect lie and sirius was banned from the kitchen for a month

peter was the one who decided they should have family games nights and was the one to build a giant fort, filled with blankets and pillows to fit each family member, it became a tradition they did every friday night

fred stole remus’ wand once and instead of hexing someone he simply used it to stir and mix dirt for 2 hours seeing as he thought it was a stick

sirius wanted to do a crafts day and lily ended up coming home from work to see the twins covered in paint, ron had a mustache drawn on his face, harry had glue absolutely everywhere, and bill had 4 new paper cuts

on “bring your child to work day” james brings bill, harry, ron and ginny to a quidditch practice and all his teammates coo and how cute they are. sirius takes charlie and fred to the shop and lets them sit in old cars and motorcycles all day. remus takes george to the muggle library he works out and lets him run around picking out books he likes. lily takes percy with her to hogwarts and lets him meet all his future professors.

one day james came home to see bill wrapped up in 2 blankets on his bed, sleeping peacefully. and james just joins him in his nap, so lily comes home 2 hours later and see her boys sprawled out in bed

sirius teachs each of the kids a few words and phrases in french and watches james loose his shit because “WHEN DID WE LEARN FRENCH???”

SNOW DAYS !!!!!! bunch of little red heads wrapped in 12 different lays because james is a worrier and he can’t have any of his kids getting sick, he wasn’t even going to allow ginny, george and ron out because they got sick easily

percy and harry pick flowers for lily from their garden and each time she puts them in a vase at the dinner table so everyone can see and compliment them

ron sometimes has nightmares so more often then not remus wakes up to find a tiny red head clinging to him

ALL THE BOYS LIKE TO DRESS UP IN THE MARAUDERS CLOTHES !!!!! bill sneaks into james closest and wears his old gryffindor clothes, charlie and george dress up like remus’, percy and harry raise peters closest for sweaters and socks, ginny, fred and ron sneak into sirius’ room and come out in leather jackets and boots

for father’s day they all make a bunch of cards and ask lily to take them to the muggle store to buy candy and so the boys come home to find a cake and a mess of presents and they definitely don’t cry (they do, especially james)

OH and for mother’s day the boys dress up and demand for lily to wear her prettiest dress and trhey dance through the living room and lily is so lucky to have her little (big) family

they get everywhere by floo BUT when they go to visit remus or lily’s fanily they have to take muggle transportation and the looks they get are horrible but they don’t care because sirius has harry on his shoulders and ginny is happily hanging from remus’ neck and the twins are pointing out different cars and trees

fred is an avid rock collector and spends hours telling james about each rock and what he named it and why and james listens very intently, nodding and asking questions and even gets offended when sirius gets a name wrong

bill hates cleaning and hates chores but sirius plays music while they’re cleaning his room and so he enjoys it a bit more, especially when sirius pretends to play the guitar and shouts out the words to the songs

george and remus really like rainy days and they’re more often then not found playing in the rain and jumping in mud puddles and they get so dirty, but they don’t care

charlie doesn’t like his freckles but sirius started calling them star kisses and calling charlie “baby star” and now he demands everyone to call them such

ginny and harry are very picky eaters, harry hates bananas because they are too mushy and there’s a wide variety of food ginny throws at peter because she simply doesn’t care for it

sometimes george has magic outbursts that he can’t control and random things will start levitating or smoking and to make sure he doesn’t get embarrassed, sirius cheering s him on with “yea georgie !!! ur magic is so cool !! i wish i could do that”

after each full moon, as if they know, all the kids crowd around remus’ bed and bring him a bunch of his favorite chocolate and tell him stories till he feels better again

george and fred almsot left the house in mismatched shoes and james was fully prepared to let them because it looked cool

carving pumpkins is a complete mess because ron wants to eat the pumpkin seeds and harry threw guts in bills ahir and Sirius and james are the same amount of child as the rest of them , it takes hours and the decide to paint pumpkins the next halloween

surprisingly ron was the first to start calling james “dad”, after copying harry mostly. but they all fell along into it. but at some point the started calling remus and sirius “dad” too and so when charlie went to school one day he gladly told the teacher he had 4 dads and a mum

one day remus gets up in the middle of the night to find fred and ron sitting on the kitchen floor eating sweets they weren’t suppose to have nd he sits and joins them because there was chocolate james his from him in there

i 100% think they had the “kisses make everything better” thing going on and everytime one of them got hurt, sirius would kiss the injury while simultaneously healing it and so for years they all genuinely believe kisses fix everything

bath time was so long in the house, luckily they had 2 bathrooms but still , fred liked taking long baths, ron and harry refused to even step near the bath, running around the house until one of them got caught, and count in sirius taking an hour long shower and bath time simply lasted forever

each kid, yes even bill, especially bill, had to be tucked in properly each night. each and everyone of the marauders had to say goodnight and give hugs. the younger ones demanded stories and songs until they fell asleep, and charlie absolutely made james lay in bed with him while he told james a story

lily introduces them to a ton of muggle things, including muggle sports, so the boys take a liking to soccer and every chance they get, they make james and peter run around playing with them

one day james can’t find his old gryffindor hat and goes to look for it, only to see charlie outside, sitting underneath a tree, wearing said hat. when james asks about it he says, “oh! i wear it when i miss you”

taking the kids camping was a BAD idea. ron hates bug of all sorts and had 3 fits just with the idea of having to sleep on the ground. ginny and harry won’t stop chasing bill when he’s trying to get firewood. percy insists on knowing how to put the tents up and ends up hurting more then helping. and getting a fire started was remus’ job but the twins see to like making things difficult and so they just go home

and yes this is longer than expected but once again, i will never stop talking about it

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Everytime - Chris Evans x reader

a/n - hey lovely people!! this is based on this request, thank you so much nonnie!! honestly i didn’t know this song before and it’s a bop. it kinda spiralled a little more than the song, but i hope you’ll like it!! also, tysm Ev @evansphnx12 for helping me with the ending, you’re a sweetheart!! okay, no more rambles, enjoy<3

Summary: you and chris didn’t want the same things, or at least you didn’t think so. it was pointless to pretend like you did, you’d only end up getting hurt; but the second your eyes meet you want nothing except for each other, and god knows that’s a pull you can’t resist.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: mentions of sex but nothing graphic, alcohol consumption (everyone’s the proper age), a little bit of angst

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"Hello?" you answer the phone curiously. The number isn't one you recognize, not saved on your phone, and you furrow your brows trying to understand who could it be, except maybe a spam call.

"Hey," answers a deep voice from the other side of the phone, "it's Chris, I don't know if you remember, you gave me your number a while ago and-"

"Oh yeah, I remember," you said, "hi!" you smiled even though you know he can't see you. "How are you?"

You both went through the normal pleasantries, but your mind wasn't really in it, running a mile a minute because god, did you remember Chris.

You two met a while back at a bar. You were out with your friends, and you noticed him from the corner of your eye, his friend group smaller than yours but large nonetheless. He was pretty far from where you were seated, but he looked so good you couldn't resist sneaking some more looks at him throughout the night.

Okay, maybe you were staring. Just a little.

And he must've noticed too, because the next time you lifted your eyes he wasn't in his previous seat, and you were about to sigh and assume he went home before you heard a voice greeting you to your right. You jumped a little in surprise before turning your head, only to look up and find his blue eyes staring back into yours, a slight smirk playing on his lips, and shit, he was so handsome it was unfair.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

Even his voice was attractive. You contained your scoff of disbelief.

Long story short, one drink turned into a few more, that turned into going back to his house and having what was maybe the absolute best sex of your life, because you were both pretty drunk, but it was definitely up there.

You vaguely remember giving him your number, but you still left early the next morning, because that's what you thought he wanted, thinking the whole number thing was probably more of a courtesy than anything.

Apparently, it wasn't.

"So, I'm gonna be back in town next week," he mentioned casually, "and I was wondering if maybe… you'd wanna meet up? Grab a coffee or something?"

"Sure," you said, your brain catching up with your mouth a short moment afterward, and shit, why did you just say that? Doesn't that make you seem desperate? And besides, wasn't the whole thing supposed to be a one-night type of deal?

This was a bad idea. You knew that, but there was a small part of you that didn't care; small but definitely not insignificant.

"Great!" he chuckled on the other side of the phone. "So I'll text you sometime?"

"Yeah," you said, ending the call on an agreement to meet up Friday when he'd be in town.

So, in five days. That's enough time for your heart to stop pounding this loudly in your chest and the butterflies to stop fluttering around in your stomach, right?

Shit.

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You kept busy the entire week, not giving yourself enough to mull over the plans you had, until it was finally Friday morning, and you woke up to a text from Chris, asking if you were still on for tonight and if you wanted him to come pick him up.

You thanked him and took him up on his offer, before plopping back first onto your bed. You put it off far enough, but now you could feel yourself inevitably freaking out.

The thing was, you really didn't know what to expect, the uncertainty that had been gnawing at the back of your mind for a week now finally taking the spotlight. You thought you'd never see him again, but that clearly wasn't the case.

Well, you'd see soon enough, you gathered, as you distracted yourself for another few hours until it was time to get ready. Chris didn't exactly tell you where you were going, but you two had mentioned a coffee, and even if it wasn't that, you imagined he wouldn't take you anywhere too fancy, so you put on something casual elegant.

I'm sorry, that last bit was kind of misleading, wasn't it? Really, you thought about what to wear for a good 30 minutes, decided on casual elegant and then took another good hour to pull out an obscene amount of clothes from your closet, proceeding to try on different outfits until you finally settled on one.

The advantage of your indecision was that it was very time consuming, leaving you very little time to get everything else you needed in order, thus less time to spiral.

When Chris texted you to come outside, all you could do was take a deep breath and go. After you greeted each other, the music filled the silence between you, not uncomfortably. Without noticing, you started humming the song beneath your breath, and before long you were both singing along, and you could feel the tension seeping out of your shoulders. Once the song ended, you took a deep breath and looked over to see Chris already looking at you. You smiled at him, and he returned it.

"Chris, I gotta, um," you swallowed, "ask you something."

"Sure, what is it?"

"Well, I'm just… is this a date? Not that I'm trying to, I don’t know… look, I just want us to be on the same page, I guess, it doesn't have to be a date, I was just, like, wondering."

Real smooth.

"It's fine," Chris chuckled a little, and you kept your eyes trained on the dash before you so you wouldn't have to meet his. "I guess… I don't really know either? We could just… see how it goes?"

"Yeah, alright," you smiled a little, "sounds great. Speaking of going, where are you taking me? Cause, you know, if you're a serial killer that's taking me out in the woods to kill me, I'd rather know now than later."

"I'm not a serial killer, and it's a surprise," he grinned.

"That's exactly what a serial killer would say," you said, playfully narrowing your eyes at him.

He let out a laugh. "Okay, okay, it's a club not far from here. It's a new one, I haven't been there myself yet, so I’d figured we'd check it out?"

"Sure," you grinned at him. The rest of the short drive went by in a flash, and when you got there, Chris darted out of the car to open your door for you.

"Thank you," you giggled.

"After you," he gestured, and you led your way into the club.

Inside, you took in the atmosphere, which was pretty relaxed since it was still early. You and Chris ate a little, engaging in conversation, and before long your drinks arrived. You were about to bring yours to your lips when Chris reached out and stopped you. You looked at him quizzically.

"We have to toast first," he shrugged with a smirk.

"Okay. So, what are we toasting for?"

"To new beginnings," he raised his glass in suggestion.

"To new beginnings," you repeated softly, clinking your glass with his before taking a sip from your drink.

When things picked up a little, you both got to the dance floor. In no time you found your rhythm, dancing together as if it wasn't the first time. The songs were jumpy, upbeat, and you found yourself beaming when Chris spun you around before pulling you back in.

You danced like that for a while, before you both got thirsty, heading to the bar for another drink.

"You wanna get outta here soon?" he asked, raising his voice to make sure you heard him over the loud music.

"Let's go," you said, grabbing his hand and practically dragging him to the exit. You heard his laugh behind you, and you smiled.

"Sorry," you said once you were outside, "the music was getting a little too loud for me," you shrugged.

"Yeah, it kinda was," he agreed with a soft smile. "So, where to next?"

You checked the time on your phone. "I mean, we could go back to my place if you want a coffee, since I doubt anywhere else is open right now."

"Great!" he smiled, and then his eyebrows furrowed a little, "But I guess neither of us should drive, right? I mean, I probably could, I just…"

"Yeah, you're right," you nodded.

"My place is closer to here, actually," he said, "If you want, we could walk there?"

"Alright," you smiled.

You two started walking side by side, silently at first. "What about your car?" you asked.

"I'll come by and get it tomorrow," he shrugged. "I need to get gas anyway. I'm driving upstate again in a couple of days."

"Can't you fly?"

"Not since the last time I checked, when I was four and nearly broke my arm jumping from a tree," he smiled teasingly.

"Ha ha," you rolled your eyes, a smile spreading on your face despite your efforts to stop it. "I mean, wouldn't it be easier if you took a plane instead of driving?"

"Maybe, but I don't like flying that much. It's exhausting."

You simply hummed in reply.

Before long, you were at Chris' house. Again, your mind unhelpfully supplied, vividly reminding you of the last time you were here, which was-

"So, do you want that coffee?" Chris asked when he showed you in, thankfully breaking your train of thought before you could get too zoned out.

"Um yeah, that sounds wonderful," you smiled at him. As you waited on his couch while he went to get the coffee, your eyes wandered around the large room. You didn't really get much of a look at his house before since you were… occupied with other things, but it was really nice, modestly decorated.

As you were looking around, you heard a soft patter of footsteps come up behind you, and you turned around to see Chris concentrating on the two mugs in his hand, trying not to spill anything, his tongue darting out in concentration a little. It made you giggle a little, making him look up at the sudden sound.

"What?" he asked, putting the mugs down carefully.

"Nothing," you smiled.

He eyed you suspiciously before apparently deciding to drop it, since all he did was sit down and pat the space next to him for you to sit in.

You two decided to watch a movie, but honestly, to each of you the other one was way more interesting than the movie.

Your second night with Chris ended up pretty much the same as the first one, with amazing sex and a good night's sleep. And then, slipping away the next morning.

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"I just, ugh," you plopped back down on your bed, talking to your friend on the phone, "I don't know."

"Listen, it's only been a few days, and he told you he was going away, I'm sure he'll talk to you soon. Or not," your friend said from the other side of the phone.

"That's comforting," you snorted, flipping onto your stomach.

"Hey, you said it yourself, right? You don't know what you two are. If it was just a hookup, he probably won't call." You opened your mouth to reply, but as if she could sense it, your friend continued before you could. "I'm not being mean, I'm being honest. You don't deserve to get your heart broken."

"I know," you sighed. "Thank you," you said sincerely, "talk to you later."

In the months that followed you saw Chris a few more times, each of them ending in pretty much the same way. Some were at your house, and he was gone in the morning, which in a way confirmed you were… what, friends with benefits? In a casual relationship?

You knew you shouldn't obsess about putting a label to it, because it doesn't really matter, except it did matter to you and you'd really like to know.

But you never brought it up. You liked what you had. It was fun. Really fun.

And every time you would be with him, most of your logical thinking skills would fly out of the window, so there's that. You liked to rationalize you didn't bring it up because you were consciously deciding not to jeopardize what you have, but really, it just doesn't cross your mind when you're with him.

It's weird, because when you're with him, you're incredibly calm, happy really, but when you're not, he makes you so nervous you feel like running to get the fidgety energy out. And running sucks.

Now, you were sitting at your friend's kitchen table as she made herself a coffee.

"Hey," your friend said, her voice laced with strictness and affection, "are you listening to me?"

"Yeah," you nodded, shaking yourself from your reverie.

"Really? Or are you thinking about Chris again?"

"What? No, I was just thinking about-" you started denying it, before your friend simply arched her brow at you, making you sigh. "-Chris. God, am I really that obvious?"

"Yes," she said matter-of-factly before sipping her coffee.

"Sorry," you offered half-heartedly, "I know I'm being annoying, I just… I like him. And I don't know what we are and it's driving me up the wall."

"Hold on, did you just say you liked him?" she looked at you incredulously.

"Yes," you said, although it came out more as a question than a statement.

"Oh honey," she said, sitting down in the chair next to you.

"I know, I know," you sighed looking at the table instead of her, "I shouldn't. But I do," you looked up at her. "That's why I'm… scared," the admission fell past your lips, the last word merely a whisper.

Your friend wrapped her arm around you in comfort, knowing you still needed to talk about it.

"If I just knew what he wanted, this would all be easier, because then I could keep the same mindset. But I don't wanna be annoying and end up embarrassing myself."

"You know what I think about this. You don't deserve to get hurt," she replied, squeezing your shoulders.

"I know, I just really don't know what to do," you sighed.

"If I were you," she started, "I'd tell him I'm seeing someone else."

"What?" you frowned.

"Just my take on it. What's the worst thing that could happen? It's not like you can't break up if you're not together," she shrugged.

"Okay, I get it," you scoffed. "No need to rub it in."

Despite your cynicism, you couldn't help thinking maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. Also, it was kind of the only idea you had, so either that or leave things as they were. Not that you were really complaining, I mean, things were wonderful as they are, but the uncertainty was becoming unbearable.

Maybe confronting him about it will be good, whispers a voice of hope in your head.

Yeah, you thought, or maybe it'll bite me in the ass. And not in a fun way.

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The next time Chris was in town, he called you on a Friday morning.

"Hey!" he said, and even across the phone you could hear he was excited. It made your heart swell with fondness, a feeling you quickly shook off because, well, you weren't exactly boyfriend and girlfriend, so the only feeling you should have is like, attraction. Right?

"Hey," you said, your voice soft.

"So, I'm in town this weekend, and I was thinking, do you wanna do something?"

"I guess," you said, a smile sneaking onto your face, "What'd you have in mind?"

"You'll see," he said, and you could practically hear his smirk, "Just bring an overnight bag."

An overnight b-

"Yeah, sure," you said, your mouth speaking before your brain caught up, and shit, that seems to happen entirely too often when you were talking to him.

"Great! So I'll see you tonight?"

"See you," you agreed, ending the call, not before he told you he'd pick you up at seven.

Well, now all you had to do was pack an overnight bag for somewhere without knowing where, which was just… splendid.

Stifling your groan of frustration, you got up to do just that.

Just like always, when Chris came to pick you up and you got into his car, a smile came onto your face, your previous frustration now replaced with near-giddiness. Focus, you told yourself, you should be telling him you're seeing someone else.

But you didn't, not yet obviously, since you just got into his car. That'd be an extremely weird way to start a conversation.

"Hi," you greeted instead, smiling at him.

"Hey," he grinned, barely waiting for you to get your seatbelt on before he started driving.

"So, where are we going that's got you so excited, you're willing to risk getting into a car accident?" you chuckled.

"It's a surprise, and I'm not risking anything," he rolled his eyes.

"Sure you aren't, mad max," you quipped, making him laugh. "And last time I checked, there's nowhere called 'a surprise'."

He chuckled. "C'mon, you'll see for yourself, we're almost there."

And indeed, a few minutes later he was slowing down and turning to a road that led into a forest.

"Okay, seriously Chris, where are we going?"

"Relax, we're not lost. I know exactly where we are."

"I was thinking more along the lines of 'huh, maybe you are a serial killer after all', but yeah, that's reassuring," you raised your brows at him.

"If I were a serial killer I would've killed you already," he rolled his eyes at your antics.

"That's exactly-"

"What a serial killer would say," he completed your sentence, huffing out a laugh, "I figured."

You giggled at that, relaxing into your seat. You weren't actually worried, but it was nice to know you haven’t been fucking a serial killer for the last few months.

Sooner rather than later Chris parked the car, meaning you arrived, but you didn't really see where exactly you are until you got out. Then, you saw a small clearing in the woods, with what seemed like the remains of a fire in the middle of it.

"Okay, so we ruled out the serial killer option," you called out to Chris, who was busy opening the trunk of the car, "The way I see it you're either gonna sacrifice me in a weird satanic ritual or this is a camping site."

"Well, I considered the first one but it just seemed like a lot of effort," he teased, "Yeah, this is a camping site."

"Awesome," you chuckled, getting your bag. "Do you need help with anything or…"

"Oh, no, just wait a second and I'll get it all out," he said, already lifting his bag out and what seemed like the bag of a tent.

You did as he said and waited by the remains of the campfire. And you know, maybe also ogling him a bit as he carried the bags over.

"So," he started when he put the bags down, "I think we should put up the camp first, before the sun completely sets and then we won't be able to see what we're doing."

"Sounds like a good idea," you smiled.

You two started putting up the tent, a task that was harder than you realized, the flexible poles getting disconnected while you were moving them through the fabric and poking you in the stomach one unfortunate time.

By the time the sun was setting, you were getting pretty sulky, and it didn't escape Chris' attention. "C'mon, now's the most satisfying part," he smiled.

Starting to put up the poles, the tent turned from a pile of fabric and plastic to a tall tent in a matter of minutes.

"Okay, this is the most satisfying part," you laughed a little when you saw the results of your handiwork.

While Chris was setting up the fire, you were rummaging through the food he brought, because you were getting snacky. Just when you found the marshmallows, Chris asked, "So when's the last time you built a tent? Besides right now, I mean."

"Ummm… I don't know. Probably when I was really little," you shrugged.

"I come out here pretty often when I can," he said, "It's nice". You turned to look at him, but he was still messing around with the wood.

"What've you been up to lately then?" he smiled when he was finally done lighting the fire, turning his gaze up to look at you.

Well, it's now or never.

"There's this guy that offered me to hang out sometime," you said as casually as you could, "Mike."

Mike? Really? That's the name you came up with?

You thought you saw Chris' jaw clench, but maybe it was just the lack of light playing tricks on you. When he said nothing you continued. "He's nice."

It was like his whole demeanor had changed in the span of seconds, from smiling and relaxed his muscles tensed, and his jaw was definitely clenched.

"Okay," was the only thing he said after a few moments.

The only thing disturbing the silence were the sounds of nature and the crackling fire. You had a beer with him, and still, silence.

"Is everything okay?" you asked. He just hummed in response, his mind clearly somewhere else.

"Earth to Chris?" you snapped your fingers in front of his face.

"I'm here," he chuckled. "So anyways, did you?"

"What?"

"Did you hang out with Mike?"

"Oh, that," you said, "would it have mattered if I did?" you took a swig of your beer.

"Yes," he said lowly.

"Yes?" you turned to look at him so quickly your neck nearly snapped. He was still looking ahead into the fire.

"I mean," he turned his eyes to you, "What about us?"

"Oh, suddenly now we're an 'us'?" you rolled your eyes, "that's wonderful, Chris. Really, it is. You’re barely here, and when you are, we fuck and you leave, and now this? Maybe I should hang out with Mike," you mumbled the last part.

"If that's how you feel," he said.

You were both quiet for the rest of the night, going to sleep in separate sleeping bags. It was cold, and all you wanted to do was crawl into Chris' bag with him to steal some warmth, but your pride wouldn't let you.

In the morning, you woke up to find the tent empty. You rubbed your eyes and went outside, squinting against the morning sun.

"Good morning," Chris greeted quietly. He was sitting next to where the fire was last night, now obviously reduced to lumps of coal, and if that didn't perfectly represent your mood, you didn't know what did.

"Morning," you replied curtly.

"You know, about yesterday, I-"

"No, I don't know," you burst out. "Or at least I didn’t know, and it drove me crazy, thinking about what the hell I was to you, what we… are we even a 'we'?" you shrugged helplessly. "But I guess now I know, so thanks for that one."

"I'm sorry," he said, coming closer to you.

"Yeah, whate-"

"I'm sorry you felt that way. I shouldn’t have left things so up in the air. I should've told you how much I liked you from the start, instead of doing… whatever it is we've been doing. I'm sorry you felt like I didn't want you, because I do," his eyes pierced into yours. "I'm sorry I didn't say that sooner."

"I- you like me?" you asked, eyes going wide.

"I do," he smiled timidly, scratching the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry I was being a bitch earlier," you mumbled.

"It's okay, it’s re-"

"Do you accept my apology?" you cut him off with a smile.

"Yeah, of course."

"Great."

You walked the last few steps between you, closing the distance and planting your lips on his.

Every other time you kissed Chris, there was a rush to it, an aroused urgency, the knowledge of what it would lead to. But now there was the sweet promise of something more. You didn't know exactly what that was, but it made your heart hum in joy and your belly do somersaults.

Later, you found out the promise was happiness.

You felt it when you finally went on your first official "date date" with Chris. You felt it when he kissed you goodnight and good morning and everything in between. You even felt it when he found out Mike wasn't real and he laughed, and honestly you laughed too, because it was pretty funny.

Really, you felt it every time you were with Chris. Which was convenient, since, as he told you on several occasions, he wasn't planning on letting you go any time soon.

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ivyyreid · 3 years

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stars in your eyes

2 description: reader is tortured, spencer tries and save her.

category: definetly angst, maybe a teeny tiny bit of fluff?

tw: death, mentions of cuts, burns, kidnapping, words like ‘whore’, knives.

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spencer’s pov:

the team sits around the table, at the sacramento police department conference room. well, everyone but y/n. y/n is also the reason the team is in the conference room.

while the team was tracking down an unsub, y/n was kidnapped, drugged, and taken to who knows where.

at 27, she’s the youngest member of the team so everyone is protective of her. but it’s not just because of her age. it’s because she’s just herself. funny, sarcastic, bubbly, bold, gorgeous, and affectionate. even her flaws are lovable.

we all sit at the round table, discussing where she could be. the only thing we know, is that she was taken as leverage, or as a warning. all our other theories on where she could be are a bit too far-fetched.

our unsub is a woman named coleen robbins. she’s been kidnapping, torturing, and killing girls in their 20s who resemble the girl her boyfriend cheated on her with. y/n fit the description exactly. y/h/c hair, y/e/c eyes, and freckles. we didn’t notice until it was too late.

garcia's been on facetime with us for the past two hours, helping us trace pointless leads, or trying her best to track coleen. none of our efforts are working though. y/n’s phone is off, and coleen hasn’t used her credit card or anything. we’re at a loss.

hotch is pacing back and forth by the whiteboard, rossi is staring out the window, emily and jj are looking at every other victim’s file together, derek has his head in his hands, and I’m just sitting here. This is one of the only times where my brain is of no use to the team.

“hey guys?” Garcia’s voice is wobbly, somethings wrong. “i just got emailed a link. you’re gonna want to see this. i’m sending it to you now.” i’m racking my brain trying to think of what the link could be. i have nothing. that is, until a live feed pops up on the television. everyone gasps, and i feel all the blood rush from my face.

y/n is tied to a chair, in the middle of a dark room. there are burns, cuts and bruises all over her body. coleen stands behind her, twisting a knife in between her fingers.

“oh my god,” hotch mutters, and everyone else just stares at the television in stunned silence. “go on, you little whore. say your goodbyes,” coleen’s icy voice slips through the speakers in the room, and I hold back the urge to punch the tv screen.

y/n looks up, her face illuminated by a single light bulb. she smiles weakly. she’s the only person I know who would focus on others feelings in a situation like this.

“hey guys,” she says, her voice wobbling a bit. for some reason she’s smiling a bit. “i wish i could say bye in person, but this is the best i can do i guess,” she laughs weakly, and plays with her fingers; her nervous habit.

“rossi,” she starts, and he looks up at the screen, his eyes brimming with tears. “oh my god I’m going to miss you so much. you’re the only person I know who brings instant pasta in their suitcase, and you can always make me smile. just, keep being yourself, don’t change.”

“hotch, you’re like the strict, loving father I never had” her voice breaks, and she laughs a bit. no one else does. “you were always there for me, for my first dead body, my first case, everything. you’re the reason that i didn’t quit after my first case. you helped me get through it, and you can always keep me on track. i’ll miss you so much.” hotch tries to maintain a normal, serious expression but I can see the pain in his eyes.

“emily, you’re so funny and sarcastic and beautiful and amazing. i’m always wishing i knew more about you, you’re just so interesting! i still can’t tell if you were joking when you said you worked at a strip club or not,” a tear spills out of Emilys eye, and she mumbles something to the tv screen. “i love you endlessly, please please never change,” y/n says, and i see her blink away a tear or two through the screen.

“penelope, you’re probably one of the most unique, amazing people i’ve ever met. i remember on my first day i was so scared and nervous, and you just gave me a huge hug when i walked in, and I knew everything would be fine. i love your hair, and your outfits, and the way you greet the phone. i love you so much, never ever change or I will rise from the dead and perform some satanistic ritual on you” I hear penelope cry through the facetime video.

“derek. you’re just so great, and it will always amaze me how you always have a girl on your arm. i loved every second of getting drunk with you, even when you would force me to do karaoke. please do me a favor and marry penelope.” derek puts his hand on his head, and stays silent. i can see the emotion on his face.

“and jj, I don’t know how to thank you for being my first real best friend. i never really had people i could trust, but then i met you and i knew, i knew we would be friends until the end. you’re so gorgeous, i’ve spent hours wishing i was you. i’ll miss our saturday girl’s breakfasts, and our movie nights, and even you calling me at four am to say we have a case. love you forever.”

jj sobs, but everyone else is too upset to comfort her. i know it’s my turn for the goodbyes. but i can’t do it. i want to run out of the room, punch a wall, i can’t do this. i can’t watch her say bye to me, while i think about everything i never said, everything i should have said. i should have said it when we sat on the roof and watched the stars. i should have said it when we sat in the car and ate ice cream and listened to 90s music. i should have said it everytime we sat in the cafe and drank coffee with way too much sugar. i should have said it. but i didn’t. and now it’s too late.

“spencer.” y/n’s voice comes in through the tv, and i bring myself to look up. she has a sad smile on her face, and she’s holding back tears. “spencer, my best friend. not even my best friend. best friend was just too generic, you were so much more than a best friend. we were the type of people who would look at the stars together, and talk about constellations, and the theory of the universe together. we were the type of people who would come over to each others apartments at three am and watch movies or lay in bed and stare at each other and just talk. we were the type of people who would sit in the parked car, eating ice cream and forcing each other to listen to nineties music or beethoven. we would sit together in the police department for hours, drinking coffee to keep us awake while we tried to solve a case. we would laugh at each others jokes that no one else understood, and compare our opinions on classic novels. i remember the first day i met you, when i spilled coffee all over you in the elevator, and you told me this crazy fact about how meeting someone for the first time when you’re embarrassed strengthens a relationship. and then i remember i took you out for coffee because i felt bad, and then you accidentally spilled it on me. i remember getting home and laughing for hours. we were the type of people who were happier when we were with each other. and whatever star I was born under, you were born under it too. we’re not best friends spencer, we’re soulmates. and...and....I love you.” her voice breaks, and she looks at the camera with a nostalgic face, like she’s already gone.

i cry, i can’t help it. i just want to scream, ‘i love you too!’. i want her to hear me. but it’s too late. it will always be too late.

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we’re all in the suvs. coleen gave us her location. i know i should be rejoicing, but it was what she said after she gave it. ‘now you’ll be able to watch her die.’ I yell at morgan to go faster, even though deep down i know he’s doing everything he can.

‘now you’ll be able to watch her die.’

after what feels like an eternity, we pull up to a small shed. everyone jumps out of the van, vests on, guns and flashlights in their hands. morgan kicks down the door, and we all run in. i hear hotch yell that he has coleen, but i don’t care. i need to find y/n. i run from room to room, panicking, until I reach a small porch at the back of the house. and y/n’s there.

she always seemed so large in life, but now, nearing her death, she seems so small. like a little girl. i hold back tears, i have to be strong for her. she’s lightly breathing, and watching the sky. when I reach her, i sit down, and cradle her head in my lap.

“i wanted to see the stars,” she whispered, and i nod, watching her face.

“remember that day…. that day in the park?” she says, tilting her head to look up at me.

of course i do. we had just gotten back from a long case, and y/n had me come to the park with her, to watch the sunset. we laid down in the grass, and watched the sky. i was still struggling with the case, and i was telling her about how awful it was, when she grabbed my hand, and pointed at the sky. look at how beautiful the world is, she had said. without hard cases, and ugliness, we wouldn’t be able to appreciate this. we wouldn’t be able to appreciate the beauty of everything, she told me, and I remember I had just stayed silent, watching the angelic-looking girl.

“of course,” I say, and she smiles up at me, blood dripping down her face.

“remember how pretty the sunset was? how beautiful everything was? you have to remember the beauty of that day, spencer. the sky was glowing, and trees were rustling, and birds were singing. the earth is beautiful. that was the day I knew i loved you. when I held your hand, and we just looked at the sky.” she brings a hand up, and touches my face gently. of course she’s the one who’s comforting me when she’s dying. i stay silent, cradling her head, and stroking her hair. she looks at me again, and i see pain in her eyes. “i don’t want to die, spencer” y/n whispers, her voice breaking a bit, “i don’t want to die like this. i don’t want to die, spence” a tear slips down her cheek, and i notice i’m crying a bit. “hey, hey, shhhhh” i comfort, wiping the tear off her face. she stares back at the stars. this is my chance to tell her. i know she’s going to die, and it’s completely pointless because she already knows, but I have to.

“i love you, y/n. i love you so much. i’ve loved you, and i don’t want you to go”. the girl turns and looks at me, a sad smile on her face. “i know, spence. and i love you too. so much”. I stroke her hair, wishing I could kiss her but i can’t. she looks at my red eyes, and my tear stained cheeks, and starts humming. humming a song. our favorite song. my head fills the lyrics in.

you’re a part time lover, and a full time friend.

the monkey on your back is the latest trend,

i don’t see what anyone can see,

in anyone else.

i kiss you on the brain in the shadow of the train,

i kiss you all starry eyed my bodies swayin’ from side to side

i don’t see what anyone can see,

in anyone else, but you.

here is the church, and here is the steeple,

we sure are cute for two ugly people,

i don’t see what anyone can see, in anyone else.

suddenly, she stops and turns and looks at me, and suddenly i realize this is it. “i can see the stars in your eyes, spence” she whispers, and i watch as the breath leaves her body. the way she sadly smiled, before her eyes glazed over to look at the sky, the way her lips parted. and it’s kind of beautiful. but there was something sad and terrible about it too. because it was death.

i can see the stars in your eyes, spencer.

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