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spencersawkward · 3 years

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*concussions and confessions//spencer reid*

summary: a near-death experience encourages Spencer to admit his feelings for his best friend, even at the risk of ruining their relationship.

pairing: Fem!Reader/Spencer

content warnings: oh boy there’s a lot. i’ll start with the nonsexual ones-- choking (again, not sexual), blunt force, violence, some angst. ok time for the fun ones-- unprotected penetrative sex, masturbation, sex dream, oral (male receiving), slight dirty talk, creampie. lmk if there are more that i missed!

word count: 5.4k

A/N: hi omg so i actually combined two requests for this bc i loved the concepts and i didn't wanna do one and not the other. i hope i do both of these justice hehe thanks for sending them! also sorry if the unsub scene sucks-- i don’t usually write that way, so i tried my best.

request(s): omg if you need ideas for baby spence can you do a one shot where he's the girls best friend (she's not in the bau) and they are in love but neither of them admit it and he is really hurt in a case or almost dies or something traumatic and only when he gets back they confess their love... and then have sex 😏 ive been thinking about this concept alot 😌

can’t stop thinking about baby spencer (like s2-s4) & his girl best friend losing their virginity to each other... can you write a one shot on this please?

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"when are you coming back?" you ask over the line. you're lying on your bed, legs in the air while you talk to your best friend. it's been a long day for you, but a longer day for him. it's always a longer day for him.

"you know that I don't know the answer to that question." Spencer's voice is soft as he attempts to keep quiet. he's two hours ahead and, despite the fact that you're both night owls, the person he's rooming with tonight isn't.

"I know, but there's this Korean film festival that starts tomorrow and I was hoping you would be here to translate for me." you examine your nails while you talk. Spencer lets out a disappointed sigh.

it's only been a few days since he left, but it's been a week since you last saw him and it feels like a long time. whenever he's not at work, you two are joined at the hip. ever since you first met a few years back at a poetry convention in DC, it feels like he's the only person who understands you. which is weird, because you couldn't be more different as individuals.

"you should bring one of your other friends."

"bold of you to assume I have other friends." you joke. Spencer chuckles to himself and your heart flutters. you love his laugh more than anything in the world.

"I thought that was just me." he says.

"oh, it is just you," you reply flatly. "I was trying to make you feel better."

you can practically feel Spencer smiling through the phone. although you tease him pretty frequently, he's sometimes able to get in his own shots. it's what makes your friendship interesting.

"hey," you add before he can say anything more. "how's the case going?"

Spence starts to detail the whole thing, and you listen intently, the timbre and smoothness of his voice comforting you as you slip beneath the covers of your bed. you like the way he enunciates his words, his strange manner of speaking, because it lulls you to sleep.

you know he's talking about horrible things, but something about the sound comforts you deeply. when he's not around, you're wishing you had it bottled up.

he lays out their profile as it stands, and you fall silent. it's getting pretty late and you have to be up early for work tomorrow, so it would be a good idea to get some real rest. plus, Spencer needs to sleep, too-- even though he probably won't.

you remember times when he'd call you at three in the morning, his mind whirring as he played chess against himself and asked if you wanted to hang out so he could teach you how. you hate chess, but of course you said yes; you'd been head over heels with him since your first conversation.

eventually, you feel yourself start to drift off. you don't even really know what he's saying; all of it blends together until you're laying there, one cheek pressed to the pillow and the receiver against the other.

"Y/N?" he says your name abruptly and your eyes, which have been slowly drawing shut this whole time, fly open.

"yeah?"

"go to bed."

"what? no, I'll wait until you're done." you shift.

"I could hear your breathing change."

"then why didn't you just hang up?" you giggle. he goes silent for a moment and you wonder if he cut out, but then he responds.

"I wanted to say goodnight."

it's like a cage of butterflies is unleashed in your stomach. you wrinkle your nose as you get nervous. god, you miss him. things would be so much better if he was back. not like he'd be in your bed even if he was, though.

"then say goodnight." you prod. he lets out an awkward little sound.

"now I can't because you made it weird."

"how did I make it weird?"

"I don't know, you just did." he's so clumsy, your face heats up. you want to keep talking like this until morning.

"goodnight, Spence," the words sound reluctant, but you try to cover it up by teasing him further. "see, was that so bad?"

"oh my god, Y/N--" he tries to sound exasperated.

"no goodnight back?" you raise an eyebrow even though he can't see you right now.

a lengthy silence again. "goodnight."

"that's what I thought." before he can protest, you end the call, settle into the covers. moonlight beams on the walls of your apartment, and you start to think about your best friend. about all the nights spent curled up on his couch with two bowls of popcorn, his ramblings about how much he loves his job and him asking about yours.

he's a great listener. every time you talk, he nods along like he's hanging off every word. it's nice to feel heard that way, to have someone care. and he's fun to hang out with, too. you've met his team before and they all talk about how hard it is to get him to go out, but they don't see the same side of him that you do.

Spencer is nerdy and cute and kind and sensitive. he makes you feel special. he's everything that you've ever wanted in a person. but it's not like it would matter, anyway. he hasn't really shown interest in any girls-- much less you. even if he did, you're scared of ruining the friendship.

the fallout of not having him around at all... it would destroy you. and something, even if it's torturous, is better than nothing.

which is why, as you sit there and remember being around him, your fingertips creep below the comforter. a familiar routine, they move over your stomach, until they reach the waistband of your panties. for a moment, you hesitate. it's wrong. he's your best friend. but he doesn't need to know that this is how you handle the ache he puts between your legs.

as your index finger slides down your slit, you feel the wetness already forming. Spencer's hands, his mouth. the thought of his lips pressed to yours while he fucks you, holding your body like it's delicate.

you don't know exactly how it would feel because you've never had sex, but you want to find out with him. he's never done it, either. you don't care; all you need is to have him inside of you, to see how he looks when he's on the edge.

your mind wanders to the image of him parting your legs and rolling his eyes into the back of his head. the sensation of him filling you up. falling apart.

you slide a finger inside, gasping at the way your walls tighten and your imagination runs wild. that tongue, lapping and making you squirm, your fingers twisted in his soft hair. he's so sweet; his attentiveness would make your legs shake. you want to look into his eyes while he does it.

you add a second finger, curl them and brush over the most sensitive part. the pressure of his hips grinding into yours. your body curves up at the way you start to finger yourself, the other hand stimulating your clit. it's almost overwhelming, the way his name tumbles from your lips over and over.

you've never wanted someone so badly in your life; he belongs in your bloodstream. the sounds he would make in your ear before finally cumming and collapsing on top of you, spent. you want to tire him out and then do it all over again.

you're greedy on the edge, indulging in every single image of him you can conjure up, every dirty thing you'd say. finally, you feel yourself fall, the orgasm intense as you bite back groans of pleasure and work through the high. it's amazing.

you sit there, panting, feeling your heart beat in your chest. some things can't leave your head, they're so sinful. and the worst part is that you don't regret it in the slightest.

...

Spencer can feel his pulse practically leaping against his throat as he makes his way through the empty warehouse. he should have waited for backup; he knows he should have, but it's too late now to go back and change things.

he clutches his gun, pointing it in front of him while his eyes flicker wildly across the space. he's moving between enormous aisles stuffed with crates, not knowing who else is around. they said the unsub brought his newest victim here-- Spencer came first because was closest to the site-- but he hears nothing aside from the uneven rhythm of his own breath.

every step is careful. he's thinking about how close the rest of the team must be. based on their distance from the station, they should arrive within six minutes-- but that doesn't account for the time it takes to put on their bulletproof vests, to get to their cars.

truthfully, he doesn't know if he's going to have to do this on his own. and that scares him the most.

there's no point in worrying. he swallows the lump in his throat and presses his back to one of the crates. there's a scraping noise a ways off that causes him to freeze. because of the echoes of the warehouse, the origin is indiscernible. he doesn't breathe, eyes darting between each of the openings into the aisle.

after a minute of pure silence, he peels himself away and turns to head back out.

and that's when the sound of wood cracking against bone startles him; he hears it before he feels it, but it's obvious when he crumples to the floor. like knife points pressing into his brain at all angles, the shooting agony in his skull.

he starts to clutch at his head, only to be yanked off the ground by a meaty hand and thrown against the side of a crate.

"fucking feds." the guy is enormous. gargantuan. he keeps his arm across Reid's throat, pressing down enough to restrict his airway. but Spencer can't even concentrate on the guy's face further than its rough outlines. his vision is going in and out, fuzzy at the edges from the blow to his head.

he definitely has a concussion.

"I..." he trails off. the huge FBI logo on his vest is a dead giveaway.

"all alone?" the unsub has breath like rotten fish, spits each word into his face. "I won't even need my gun."

Spencer's head lolls to the side and he catches sight of his own weapon lying helplessly a few feet away. there's no way he could get to it in time, even if he got out of this guy's chokehold.

he tries to think of a way to talk himself out of this; after all, their profile said he'd be more susceptible to negotiation, but that's kind of hard to do with someone's forearm slammed against your trachea. he presses harder and Spencer sees stars. his glasses hang almost off the bridge of his nose, centimeters from falling to the floor.

he starts to realize that he's going to die, defenseless and alone, in a warehouse. at the hands of a man who kills women because his Viagra doesn't work. but this doesn't incite the kind of panic Spencer always predicted he'd feel. the lack of oxygen in his brain causes him to go delirious.

he misses home. his mom and his old house, even though things were hard. he misses Y/N, his team members. he wishes his team was here; he should have waited for them. he should have told Y/N how he feels. now she's never going to know.

Reid is so out of it, he doesn't even notice the pressure being relieved from his throat until he collapses on the ground. the unsub falls, too, his cheek smashed by the force of the abandoned wooden plank.

it's hard to tell what's happening until Reid lifts his head to see Morgan standing above him, preparing to handcuff the criminal.

"kid," Spencer never thought he'd be so glad to hear his voice. "what happened?"

...

you practically crash into Spencer's apartment the next evening, flinging your body through the front door with your spare key.

"Spence?" you call out from the entryway. everything still looks the same, but when his colleague, Penelope, called you today to tell you that Reid had gotten a concussion after a run-in with an unsub, you rushed here as soon as you could.

"in here." he calls from his bedroom. you don't hesitate, your feet carrying you there. you've been anxious all day; he didn't call last night or even text like usual. you were on the verge of panicking when Penelope called.

of course, you knew that was the risk with Spencer. he knew the risk, too. his life would always be in the balance when it came to the cases, but he'd gone through so many at this point, you weren't thinking about it. if you did, you wouldn't be able to focus on anything else.

when you walk in, the first thing you see is Spencer laying in bed in his silk pjs. there's a stack of unread books on his bedside table. his glasses sit on top. he's just laying there with his eyes closed.

"oh my god." you mutter, dropping your bag on the floor and walking over. he opens his eyes with a slight smile. there's a purple bruise forming across his throat, light but definitely there.

"hi."

"what the fuck happened?" you ask the question you've been wondering the whole way here.

"he hit me with a plank." Spencer explains, the phrase coming out like he's still confused about it. "I'm fine, just a mild concussion and a bruise because he choked me."

you take a second to assess if he actually means that he's okay, or if he's trying not to worry you. he stares at your expression for a second.

"Y/N, I'm really fine."

"you don't look fine." you gesture to the fact that he's laying in bed.

"my body is sore, but nothing's wrong with me. I just can't look at screens or read." this last part makes him much more melancholy, it seems. you reach down and ruffle his hair playfully.

"sounds like a nightmare."

"it is." he cracks up.

"I'm glad you're okay." you sigh. your heart rate has slowed to a reasonable pace now that you know he's fine. Spencer gives a ghost of a smile, and when he pats the empty spot on the bed beside him, you kick off your shoes and climb over his body to sit down. "so... did you guys get him?"

"the unsub?" he turns his head to look at you. something is in his eyes that you can't read. "yeah, he's in custody. we saved the girl he abducted, too."

"well, aren't you a hero?" you grin, pinching his arm.

"ow!" he flinches. "don't hurt the patient."

"oh, so now you're injured?" you giggle softly. his smile fades a bit, gaze trailing from your face to your legs. it isn't lustful or anything, more like he's taking in your existence. it still makes your heart flutter.

"I wasn't really a hero, anyway," he sighs. "I got knocked down before I even found her."

"oof." you wince.

"yeah, it's sort of embarrassing. I went in by myself and--"

"you went by yourself?" you clarify, turning to face him. of course he did.

"yeah." he avoids your gaze.

"Spencer, I work in a stationery shop and I know you're supposed to wait for backup." you deadpan. he snorts, staring straight ahead at the wall. his hair is flat in the back from where he's been resting it against the headboard.

"he would have hurt her if I had waited." he explains. your heart softens a bit at this. you know Spencer has a problem with saving people; sometimes he doesn't think things through. but you know that it's only because he cares.

you smile gently, appreciating what a beautiful person he is. you don't understand how other people don't see him how you do. your hand reaches for his suddenly, and you find yourself snuggling into his shoulder.

Spencer doesn't usually like touch, but he welcomes this, dropping his own head to rest on top of yours while you both stare at the wall. his silence feels heavy, more than it usually does, and you wonder what he's thinking.

"I'm really glad you're okay, Spencer." your tone is low, like it's a secret.

"you already said that."

"shut up."

"you care about me." he sing-songs with a smile, and you know he means it in a friendly way, but you don't care. it brings warmth to your cheeks.

"whatever. you care about me, too."

he lets out a slight chuckle. "when I started to black out, I thought of you."

your heart leaps, even though the reason is pretty dark. "oh, yeah?"

"mhmm." he hums.

"nobody's ever told me that they thought of me in their last moments of life before." you tease. there are so many things you'd like to say, but know you can't. he smells like himself and coffee beans, his skin warm beneath the silk of his pajamas.

"I'd hope not."

"anything in particular?" you wonder aloud.

"what?" you feel him tense beneath you, and that's how you know there's something he's not telling you.

"were you thinking about anything in particular?"

"someone's full of themselves." he jokes. you smack his arm.

"humor me." more than anything, you want to hear his thoughts. you know you're reaching, but you don't care.

"just..." he pauses, the next words coming out almost too quietly to hear. "things I never got to say to you."

"like?" now you're intrigued.

"no way." he laughs and you groan, turning and realizing that you've both sunk deeper onto the bed and are now practically lying down.

"c'mon," you prod. you've flipped onto your side while you watch him, his eyes directed at the ceiling. "what if you'd actually died?"

Spencer gives you a look, and you wish you could snap a picture of his face. the gentle features, the warmth in his eyes. he stares at you differently than before, and it makes your stomach flip again. "I, um."

you start to trace your index absently down his forearm, where his sleeve has incidentally gotten rolled up. his skin is soft. you know that this isn't a friendly thing to do, but something inside you craves his touch right now. you almost lost him; you can't imagine how horrible that would be.

"I wanted to say that I--" he gulps, muscles in his shoulder tight beneath your cheek. "well, I care about you, and I... I really love you."

it's not the first time he's said it, obviously in a platonic sense. what affects you is that he's acting like it's a big deal.

"I love you too, Spence." you smile softly. his chest rises and falls faster, his face tensed.

"no, I mean--" he turns onto his side, using the action to distract from his own nervousness. he holds your gaze and you forget how to breathe as he speaks. every syllable is serious, but you note his fingers fidgeting at his side. "I'm in love with you."

it's like all the air in the room has been sucked out. you swallow, unsure of how to react at first. you don't believe what you're hearing, simply because it doesn't make sense. you've been friends for a while, now, but Spencer has never made a move to ask you out or acted like he wanted anything more.

your heart swells.

"you're in love with me?" the words even feel surreal on your tongue. he takes it as rejection.

"I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry." Spencer rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands, his expression turning to a cringe. he's about to sit up to hide the red in his cheeks, but you pull him back down by the shoulder.

"not so fast, crazy boy." the corners of your mouth are turning up into a grin. you can't help it; every nerve in your body is alive. Spencer loves you. he feels the same way.

when he sinks back down onto the mattress and sighs, preparing to say something that rescinds the statement to erase any awkwardness, you grab his face and turn it to yours. you don't kiss him, only force him to look.

"I'm in love with you, too."

his eyebrows fly up in surprise. "r-really?"

"yes." you nod.

he takes a second to process this. you see about five different expressions pass over his face, each one reminding you of how earnest he is. and it's absolutely adorable.

"well, that's good, isn't it?" he clarifies. you pretend to think on it.

"I'd say so, yeah."

he smiles. a genuine, rare one that makes your veins feel as if they're full of glitter. you're on Cloud 9.

"can I kiss you?" you ask him quietly. he seems surprised at this, too, like he never thought you'd want that, but then nods eagerly.

you close the gap between you on the bed, holding his jaw in one hand while the other rests on his forearm. your lips meet softly at first. he's cautious, scared of pushing you away. he hasn't kissed many people before. but he's good at it, letting you take the lead.

there's no way to adequately describe kissing Spencer. every bone in your body turns to mush, immediately craving more contact. you slide your tongue across his full bottom lip, and he lets you in. his affection is the most loved you've ever felt. because sure, you haven't had sex, but you've kissed people before.

never like this.

one of his hands goes up to wrap around your forearm tenderly before he shifts to lie on his side. you wrap around each other, turning the kiss into a full-body embrace as you breathe in. you want more. your leg swings over his torso so you can pull yourself closer, and he groans into your mouth when your pelvis presses against his.

the kiss gets more heated, his hands carefully but hungrily traveling down the curve of your waist. you flip so that you're straddling him without breaking any contact.

you don't really think about the way your hips begin to rock against his, your pussy involuntarily working for friction. there are so many happy chemicals in your brain right now, you giggle against his mouth when his body bucks up into yours. he groans.

"Y/N..." he breathes softly. his hands move from your waist to your thighs, afraid to dig his fingertips in.

"what?" you sigh, licking over his bottom lip again. he moans at the way you keep grinding on his erection.

"I wanna--" his eyelashes flutter when he gasps. "I wanna touch you."

"do it." your palm is resting tenderly against his cheek. he responds by finally holding you down, sliding his body up a bit to grind against your center. you whine. "touch whatever you want, Spencer."

his cock twitches in his pants and you push the hem of his shirt up while he uses one hand to massage your tits. the voracious, curious nature of his attention makes you sigh, touching his stomach. he feels perfect beneath you.

soon you're grabbing at each other without any regard for grace. he's so horny, he's pawing at whatever he can while you do the same to him. the kissing gives way to straight panting while you look at each other.

"can I suck your dick?" you whisper. Spencer's eyes widen. you've never seen him nod so fast.

you press your mouth to his one more time before inching down his body, sucking on his clavicle, then his stomach. careful to avoid the purple marks on his neck. he watches you intently, memorizing the details of this moment for later. when you reach the waistband of his pants, you peek up. he strains against the material.

your mouth drops open and you draw your tongue over the clothed bulge, maintaining eye contact. Spencer throws his head back. his voice is high. "oh my god, oh my god."

you smirk, licking it again. he clenches his jaw. "I'm gonna c-cum if you don't--" he tries for words, but he's mewling and moving against your mouth. you pull at his pants, hooking your fingers in his boxers and bringing them down, too.

Spencer bucks into the air when his cock hits his stomach. it's big, precum leaking helplessly out of the tip while he whines. you want him now.

"wow." you smile. he stares at you, tensing his stomach as you wrap your hand around his length. he's trying to keep quiet, but as soon as you spit on it and start to pump him, his head falls back into the pillow.

you draw your tongue up the underside, paying special attention to the veins, reveling in his reactions. he looks like he's ascending to heaven when you start to suck on the first couple inches.

"o-oh, fuck..." he keeps moving his hips off the bed for more, so you sink down further onto him, hollowing your cheeks and moaning. "Y/N..."

you groan in response, feeling yourself get wetter with every sound he makes. you can't believe this is happening, the way he threads his fingers loosely through your hair in an attempt to touch more of you.

he tries to keep his eyes open while you suck, but they squint with pleasure. he's a mess for you, shuddering gently when you take nearly all of him into your mouth.

before he can cum, you pull your mouth off of him with a satisfying pop. Spencer moans.

"was that okay?" you ask carefully. this is the extent of your sexual experience, and you want to do more with him, but you aren't sure how he feels. your best friend stares back at you like you've turned his world upside down.

"y-yeah," he replies. his face is flushed. "definitely okay."

he's throbbing, occasionally twitching against his stomach as he waits for more stimulation. you eye him carefully.

"what do you feel comfortable doing?" your voice is smooth. "we can stop now, if you'd like."

"I--" he chokes on the word. "I don't wanna stop."

"do you want to have sex?" you ask. Spencer bites his lip, whines.

"mhmm."

"I wanna do that, too," you breathe out, straightening up and pulling your shirt over your head, unclasping your bra, before getting to work on your shorts. you know you're practically dripping. he's been more vocal, but you feel like you're going to implode from the desire. "but I need to tell you something."

"what?" he tugs your arm, coaxing you back to him and touching you greedily. you giggle as you kick your shorts and panties off somewhere in the room. both of you move like awkward teenagers.

"I'm a virgin." you say.

Spencer frowns. "really?"

"yeah," you lick your lips. "so you need to be careful."

"o-of course." he blushes, getting nervous again. "you know I'm a virgin too, right?"

"I know." you smile. he returns it sweetly, and the commotion of your bodies slows for a moment. you're so happy, you could cry.

"what?" he breaks the comfortable silence.

"I'm excited," you shrug. he's got his hands on your waist, rubbing his fingertips over your skin. then you remember something. "wait, are you allowed to have sex with your... injury?"

"it's fine." he reaches up and kisses your throat with an urgency.

"did the doctor say that?" your eyes roll while he sucks on your neck. he groans and pulls down on your waist so that your stomach presses against his cock. he ruts.

"second opinion from me." he pants. you tap his cheek playfully, move up his body until your core brushes him. he whimpers when you reach between your bodies and grip his length in your hands.

"you ready?" your voice is low. Spencer squeezes your thighs, eyes moving between your tits and your face.

"yes." he sighs. you position it, slicking him in your pussy while he wraps an arm around your waist and moans for more. your chests are pressed together, looking into each other's eyes while you slide him into you.

you have to go slow, the intrusion causing your jaw to drop. you don't breathe. he's got his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"Spencer." you whimper, dropping your head onto his chest when he's fully inside of you. his fingers rub patiently over your back.

"are you okay?" his voice is laced with a moan, trying to resist thrusting.

"yeah, just a second." you wiggle a little bit to test the boundaries. it hurts, but it also feels good. your clit is begging for more pressure, so you start to roll your hips. Reid moans loudly.

"Y/N..." he whimpers. "don't stop."

"you want more?" the need in his voice makes you hornier, and you increase the pace, despite the slight pain. you're so wet, he slides in and out without much effort.

"so-- much more." he's gasping, hands on your thighs as he watches your naked body writhe on top of him. he's never been more aroused in his life, spurred on by your scent and form and the tightness that keeps clenching around his cock.

he understands why people love sex so much, now. he wants it every day, wants to fuck you in every position and pleasure you. the sounds you release in his ear, whines and praises, he would do anything for more. walk to the ends of the earth to feel you cum on his cock.

his hand finds your ass, squeezes it.

"this feel good, Spence? fucking your best friend?" you talk dirty and he twitches. you're always so sweet, the words coming out of your mouth for him are going to send the genius into a tailspin.

"mhmm," he holds you down so that he can thrust up. speaking at all is a struggle with the way he's feeling. "perfect."

you start to say something else, but he hits a certain angle and you let out a quiet yelp, hips jumping at the pleasure. "I'm gonna cum."

Spencer gets a rush of relief because it's taking everything in him right now not to absolutely lose it inside your pussy. he's hanging on by a thread. "me, too."

you use your position on top to stimulate yourself. both of you chase your orgasms roughly, the rhythm you created degenerating into clawing excitement.

"cum inside me, Spencer." you beg him. it sounds like you would do anything to feel it, that sensation that you've never experience but have always imagined. and Spencer, his own head foggy with ecstasy, nods and opens his mouth to let out a loud groan.

"Y/N, fuck fuck fuck-- I'm--" he shoots his load inside of you, rutting wildly and letting his head drop onto the pillow while he pants. you can feel it. strange, lovely jolts of his seed spreading. your hands, which have been resting on his shoulders, tighten and you reach your climax. you flutter around him, both of you still moving to ease the intensity of the high.

it's remarkable. you're crying out, having the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life. you never thought your first time would be like this. but you're glad it is, muscles tightening and releasing with the mixture of emotions.

you collapse fully, him still inside.

neither of you speaks. his heartbeat thuds against your ear, and you hold onto him like letting go would be the end of the world. you can't believe you could have lost him. you don't want to think about it.

"sorry I came so fast." Spencer apologizes breathlessly. you can feel his cum dripping down your entrance when he slides out.

"I don't care." you mumble. both of you stay there for a while, his heartbeat changing to a pace that reminds you of genuine excitement. like a hummingbird.

"we can try again, sometime." he offers. you lift your head to rest your chin on his chest. his skin is flushed, pupils dilated, hair messy. such a pretty boy.

"we should try multiple times."

he gives you a cheerful smile, and everything starts to fall into place. you took each other's virginity. "Y/N?"

he likes to say your name, and you love to hear it. "yes?"

"are we dating?" the bluntness of the question makes you giggle. you don't hesitate.

"yeah."

“good.”

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biisexualemma · 3 years

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unrequited pt.2. peter parker

word count: 3.6k

warnings: anxiety, panic attack? i guess kind of

requested: yea a few people asked for this lol

plot: you haven’t seen peter for weeks and start to worry about him

a/n: i finished re-writing this late last night and i’ll be honest with you i haven’t checked it over so sorry if there are any mistakes but i’m tired sis goodnight! lmk if you like this! pls comment / share!

pt.1 / marvel masterlist / multi-fandom masterlist

"ned... you're so wrong for so many reasons," m.j.'s expression was flat, her eyes rolling before she continued to fight ned on who was really the strongest avenger. you were supposed to be working on a group project for your history class but somehow the topic of the avengers came up and the conversation derailed. ned was making a, somewhat, compelling case for the hulk but m.j. was clearly winning with her argument for wanda.

"nobody even knows the full extent of her powers... and the hulk? what? he's gonna smash some more?"

you sat quietly, chin in the palm of your hand, listening in and out of the conversation. you didn't really feel much like contributing. you would occasionally chime in to support m.j. but mostly you just heard the noise of their bickering and let it happen.

you didn't want to be that person, but your mind was (much to your frustration) completely consumed with thoughts of peter. and at the worst time, you had so many tests coming up, and essay deadlines were also creeping up on you. usually you were on top of this stuff, but your mind was preoccupied almost all the time.

because of peter, who was no where to be seen. in the past few weeks he had stopped showing up to school all together. ned said it was something to do with tony stark but you had a feeling it was more than that. you didn't know how to explain it.

you hadn't spoken to him in a long time now, and you didn't exactly leave things on good terms. it was the longest you'd gone without talking since peter called you a poopy head in the third grade.

you just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. especially since you had no idea what he was getting up to, peter was known to get himself into some messes when he was left to his own devices. and you just knew ned was lying to cover for his best friend but that only made you feel even more out of the loop.

everything felt a bit off without peter around, like something was missing. that, on top of the guilt and worry you were feeling, was turning your head to mush. last time you'd spoken to peter, he was erratic and wounded and desperate. something bad had to have happened for him to be gone this long.

the bell rang, signalling the end of your last period for the day, and the rest of the week seeing as it was a friday. you snapped out of your daze, jolting as your eyes focused back on your surroundings.

"what time did you say again, y/n?" your eyes drifted to m.j. who was collecting her notes on her desk, her eyes meetings yours, waiting for your answer. a crease formed between your eyebrows, you hadn't heard a word of the conversation before right now. m.j. seemed to realise this, rolling her eyes at you with a playful smile. you did this a lot lately, she was getting used to it. "homecoming? what time did you want to meet tonight?"

"oh," you nodded, still sitting at your desk as your classmates hustled around you. "right, homecoming— i— uh—"

"tell me you're still coming," ned interrupted, his eyes wide suddenly, clearly desperate that your answer was anything but no. "c'mon we've had this planned for ages!"

"no— yeah— of course i am," you nodded quickly to reassure him. "yeah— sorry— i just spaced. is seven good for you guys?"

they hummed in response, nodding.

you packed up your books, shoving them into your bag, still in a slight haze with all these thoughts running through your head about peter. you couldn't think about homecoming, it seemed trivial now compared to the worst case scenarios running through your mind. maybe you could try to call peter again? you thought to yourself as you quickly left the classroom, forgetting about m.j. and ned and homecoming, your muscle memory alone leading you to your locker.

you swapped out your books from your bag with the ones you needed to study from for your biology test next week. after slamming the locker door shut, a familiar face was met with yours.

"jesus," you muttered as he stood inches away from your face, your heart racing from the shock. clutching your books to your chest, after nearly having a heart attack, you let out a loud sigh and furrowed your eyebrows. "peter? where the hell have you been?" you regained some of your composure, enough to find some anger in you towards him. he was the last person you were expecting to see today.

"you're ok?" his usual soft brown eyes looked sunken and tired, his hair was scruffier than usual and his lips chapped as they hung open, his eyes scanning over you.

your mouth hung open to speak but he just shook his head as if answering his own question. he gripped your forearm, urging you to walk with him. you dug in your heels, yanking your arm back, wanting him to slow down and explain before you went anywhere with him. "will you just walk," he muttered sharply when you tried to resist him. "please," he softened quickly, his eyes meeting yours.

you frowned, uncomfortably shifting the stack of books in your arms as peter pulled you along behind him hastily. you watched his eyes shifting about the hallway as students weaved around the two of you, his grip not loosening for a second. he was definitely up to something stupid and dangerous that he absolutely should not be involved in.

he'd dragged you all the way out into the parking lot, pulling you aside and away from the crowd of people.

"what's going on? why do you look like— i mean no offence but— you look like crap," you couldn't help but show some level of concern. no matter how complicated your feelings were for him at the moment, he was still your best friend, and he looked like hell. you couldn't stop yourself from staring at him.

"i need you to just— stop talking and listen to me," the look in his eyes made your heart beat a bit faster, your eyes darting between his trying to understand his urgency. "you're not safe—"

"no— i'm fine—" you were never very good at doing what you were told. you glanced down at yourself, perfectly safe and standing in front of him. "see?—"

"no— no you're not," he gulped, his eyes darting away from yours for a split second. "i'm taking you home and you have to stay there. ok? please."

his voice was horse, cracking when he spoke. you didn't understand any of it. peter was the friendly neighbourhood spider-man, what the hell had he gotten himself into that had him this worked up?

you tilted your head slightly, he couldn't think you'd blindly do whatever he said. you needed some answers. "pete," you mumbled, shaking your head with a faint frown. "can't you just tell me what's going on? you're kinda' scaring me."

"i screwed up," his face contorted, his eyes screwing shut for a second and his nose scrunching. you were glued to him, following his mixed expressions trying to understand what was going through his head. he took a deep, shaky breath, running a hand through his hair. "and i know you— you hate me and the last thing you wanna' do is listen to me but i need you to do this for me."

"alright," you said after a moments hesitation. you just wanted him to relax. all your pent up anger and hurt that you'd felt over peter had dissipated quite quickly. you were too occupied with trying to ease some of his stress, and if that meant becoming a homebody for a few days, you would do it. "alright— don't worry. i've been putting off my english essay for a week now anyway, it's about time i cracked down on it."

you tried to ease the tension, act like he wasn't asking much of you. he let out a heavy sigh, looking over at you with those brown eyes. "it's homecoming tonight, i know w—"

"is it?" you feigned forgetfulness, not wanting to make him feel any worse than he already did. you shrugged. "i was never one for socialising anyway."

peter knew you better than that. he knew what he was asking you to give up. "i'm sorry," he took a step closer to you, his hands hovering in front of you, unsure that you wanted him to touch you. "i'm sorry you got dragged into this."

your eyes lingered on his hands before you pulled back up to his stare. you pursed your lips and shrugged. "i'd feel better about it if i knew what i was getting dragged into," you pulled away from your conversation for a second to slip your books into your bag. "walk me home and you can explain everything."

and he did. he told you all about the vulture, the weapons, what really happened during the decathlon trip. all of it. right up to when the vulture figured out his identity— which lead to him finding out about aunt may, about his friends, and about you. he told you about how he'd spent the past few weeks figuring out where the vulture's next major deal was being held, how he'd messed up so bad and how mr stark had taken his suit.

by the time he'd finished, your mouth hung open slightly. you didn't know how he'd been dealing with all of this by himself. spider-man helped old ladies cross the street and returned stolen bicycles, he didn't fight men in bird costumes to stop illegal sales of dangerous advanced weapon tech.

"peter, this sounds pretty dangerous," you spoke up after he told you about his plan to intercept the vulture's airplane heist. "don't you think you should just call happy? or tony? this sounds like iron man territory."

"i can't do that," he sighed. "besides, i already tried happy— he's not taking my calls right now. something about a time out."

you let out a heavy sigh, having taken everything in that he'd told you. you had reached your door, peter standing behind you with his hands stuffed in his pockets. you motioned for him to come in but he hesitated, opening his mouth to decline. "c'mon," you grabbed his arm and tugged gently. "this heist isn't happening 'til late tonight. you can keep me company 'til then."

"maybe, get some rest, too, you really do look like hell," he let you pull him inside, following behind you. he ignored the second dig you had now made about his appearance.

"may must've been pretty mad when she found out you'd been skipping school?" you collapsed onto your bed, crossing your legs over and watching peter perch himself on the edge of your bed. he leaned forward, his hand running over his face with sheer exhaustion.

"you have no idea," he groaned, holding his head up with the palm of his hand now. "i'm pretty much grounded for the rest of the year. and i have to send her a pic' of me sitting in every one of my classes from now on," you nodded, pursing your lips because that sounded about right. "but mainly she was worried."

"well, she wasn't the only one," he glanced at you over his shoulder, his eyes lingering there for a while. you breathed through your nose, looking away from him and down to your hands to give yourself a moment. you'd forgotten how difficult it was to have him look at you like that. "you just took off with no word, peter."

he turned his gaze away from you, focusing on the wall in front of him, his eyes glossy. for weeks that last conversation with you had been sitting at the back of his mind. he knew he'd handled everything in the worse possible way. he tried to protect you, hurt you by doing so, and then had everything he tried to protect you from blow up in his face anyway.

"i haven't been able to think clearly for weeks," you gulped, scared to meet his gaze again, in fear that you might lose your confidence. "i missed you. and i was worried out of my mind about you."

"y/n—" his voice was quiet.

"and i know i was the one who told you to leave. but i was hurt and sad. i'd convinced myself that you felt the same way, and when you—" you closed your eyes for a second, feeling him watching you. you hadn't been able to say any of this out loud for weeks and now it was just spilling out of you. "anyway— i shouldn't've punished you for that. they are my feelings i need to get over. it wasn't your fault and i'm sorry i made it seem like it was."

he shook his head faintly, sniffling slightly, catching your attention. "i screwed up," he shook his head a little harder, pushing himself up off your bed, his back turned to you. "i screwed up so bad," he ran his hand over his face, his thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose. your eyebrows knitted. "it wasn't supposed to turn out like this."

"don't," you shook your head, willing him to stop. "it's not your fault. i shouldn't have—"

he cut you off, turning to face you as he did. "i'm in love with you," his mouth hung open slightly, his eyes now stinging red. "i was in love with you then, and i'm in love with you now. i think i always will be."

your eyebrows unknitted, your mouth opening to speak but nothing came out. you watched his hand tug on the ends of his curls, his eyes locked onto you the entire time, trying to read your expression.

"i was trying to protect you and it went completely wrong—" his breathing was erratic. "i thought you'd be safer if i distanced myself—" the look on his face was breaking your heart. he knew how stupid it all sounded now he explained it out loud. "i screwed everything up— and now you're in more danger than ever— because of me."

"you— you—" your brain was trying to keep up. you shook your head. you had spent the past month telling yourself that everything you thought he'd felt for you wasn't real, that you'd over thought everything he'd ever done for you. you'd been telling yourself for a month to move on. "you didn't screw up, pete. i know you. whatever you did, you did for the right reasons."

the lump in your throat was growing as you tried to keep some kind of composure. it wouldn't do either of you any good to get upset with him when he was worked up like this. he didn't need to be told he'd made a mistake, he was already painfully aware.

"you don't— you—but— i—" he was hyperventilating, completely vulnerable as he fell apart in front of you.

"pete," you mumbled carefully, climbing over to where he was stood, hand in his hair and he pulled on the loose curls, his eyes wide with anxiety and stress. you moved your hands to his, pulling them down to his side and giving them a small squeeze. "calm down," you cooed. "everything will be ok."

you trailed your hands up to his shoulders, giving them a soft squeeze before pulling him into a tight hug. you wrapped your arms 'round his shoulders, one hand moving to the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair. his head ducked, burying into your neck, his arms wrapping around your waist in a desperate grip. his breathing was heavy at first, uneven and jagged as he clung onto you. your heart was beating out of your chest, you were sure he could hear it, but you held onto him as tight as you could, pressing your whole body against his trying to offer him as much comfort as you could.

after a while of standing around, holding each other, peter's breathing began to grow softer and slower. he began to notice the sweet scent lingering on your skin. his lips innocently hovering over the curve of your neck, breath fanning against your skin. you could feel goosebumps growing on your skin, the hair of your arms standing on end.

"better?" you mumbled softly. he gave you a faint nod in response, his lips leaving your skin as he pulled himself back from you. your hand slipped from in between his curls and down to the neck, your thumb brushing over his skin as he looked straight into your eyes. you gulped, eyelids fluttering.

he was a state to behold. his nose was pink, under eyes wet, your eyes trailed down to where his lips parted. he hiccuped a breath. you tried to push away the impulse to kiss him because he was clearly vulnerable. you didn't want him to later regret anything. "thanks," he mumbled breathlessly. "i don't know what happened there."

you pouted your lips, about to reply when peters eyes fluttered down your face, catching you off guard. his eyes lingered and you noticed his head tilting down and nearer, his lips catching onto yours before you could register what was happening. it was soft, gentle and didn't last longer than a couple seconds before you had to force yourself to pull away.

"peter— you're overwhelmed right now so maybe we shouldn—"

your whispers against his lips where cut short, he pressed his lips to yours again. unable to resist now he'd had a taste. his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you back flush against his chest. you swallowed a gasp, feeling his full weight behind the second kiss. his lips pushed against yours a little more desperately this time, you fell back a step, peter's arms where the only thing keeping you upright at this point.

both your hands where either side of his neck, trailing up into his hair where you pulled softly at the roots of his messy curls. he let out a soft moan against your lips, and you stumbled back once more, your thighs hitting your bed.

your hands quickly slipped down to his chest as you gently pried him off you. your head was spinning a little, his lips were plump and pink and the way he looked at you, with pure love and obsession, made you want to kiss him again and again.

"did you mean it?" you muttered breathlessly.

his eyes trailed back up from your lips, his gaze locking with yours again. he noticed the vulnerability and fear in your eyes now that he was paying you his full attention. he felt a wave of guilt hit him, knowing he was the one that put that look there.

"yeah," he hummed. "i did," he said with his chest. "i do. always will," he was breathless.

"you're not just saying it 'cause you've missed me?"

he shook his head quickly, shutting down any traces of doubt in your mind. "i have been in love with you since that summer we took that trip to coney island when you threw up after you ate too much cotton candy."

your scrunched up your nose at the memory. "gross."

he shrugged. "i don't know what to tell you. that's just when i knew."

your lips twitched into a small smile. "you should probably get some rest," you diverted the topic, trying hard not to kiss him again. he looked so tired. he had poured out months worth of anxiety and stress all in the past ten minutes. "you can't chase bad guys if you're half asleep."

he wore a half-hearted smile, his mind clearly flickering back to the task he had to take on later tonight.

"you can crash here if you want," you motioned to your bed.

"y'sure? i don't wanna get you in trouble."

"mom's working late, so you're good. plus she loves you, pete," your hands slipped down to his, giving them a quick squeeze of reassurance.

"sure she'll still love me when she finds out about us?" he quirked an eyebrow, the small smile on his lips was sloped and tired.

"m'sure," you hummed, biting back your growing smile at the word us. you moved him to sit on your bed again, his hands lazily holding yours. his eyelids fluttered as he looked up at you, a small crease forming between his eyebrows again. you could tell his mind was wandering again. "lie down, you need to rest or you're no good to anyone."

he nodded hesitantly and followed your instruction. "i'll sleep better with you next to me."

his voice was soft after you'd turned your back on him to leave him to rest. you rolled your eyes faintly, smile tugging your lips again. "is that right?"

he hummed, his arms outstretched, waiting for you to fall into them. you dragged your feet back over to him, biting the inside of your cheek, the corner of your lip twitching upwards. "there's a scientific reason behind it but my brain's too sleepy to think right now, so you'll have to take my word for it."

his words slurred together, his eyes rolling slightly the longer he forced them open. you just nodded. "alright, spidey, just this once."

"hm," he hummed as you climbed in next to him, his arms wrapping around you and immediately pulling you against his chest. "thanks," he muttered, his lips pressed against the top of your head. "don't know what i'd do without you."

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cas-rivaille · 3 years

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OMG YOUADE A SCENARIOS POST OK OK SO CAN I REQUEST ONE WITH BARBATOS?? SORRY IK YOU JUST ANSWERED MY REQUEST BUT I LOVED IT SO MUCH AND I'M EXCITED LMAO,

can i request barbatos and mc on an amusement park date where barbatos asks mc to formally go steady with him at the top of the Ferris wheel because he's heard that's a common way to ask on the human world? And bonus for rollercoaster and drop tower screaming reactions and him laughing at the funny pictures that come out of them lol

OMG YES OFC GLADLY !!

a/n: okay a hc that has been floating around in my head is that barbatos is secretly chaotic so imma vent that hc here LOL

tags: chaotic barbatos x gn!mc, nothing really but if i missed anything or any tags need to be added lmk !!

How could you say no when Barbatos asked you to go to an amusement park with such an excited and hopeful look on his face ? The answer is, you couldn't. You had to say yes. It was also a very good excuse to spend time with your crush.

Start of the date hangout was going very well. So far you had gotten some fair food and played some stall games. Barbatos won you a gigantic fluffy bear the two of you named Parsnip. Parsnip was totally not going to be on your bed every night as you cuddled it thinking about Barbatos.

"MC, would you like to ride the ferris wheel with me?" Barbatos asks as the two of you walk away from the ice cream stand. You light up.

"Yes!! Let's go get in line!!" You link your arm that is holding Parsnip with Barbatos'. You were so focused on finding the ferris wheel that you didn't see the blush on Barbatos' face. Of which he's very relieved about.

The line wasn't that long, in fact it was rather short. The two of you got into a teal cart, of which you commented on how it matched Barbatos' hair. The amount of times you have made this man blush today.

The cart stopped at the top, giving the two of you a view of the whole carnival. It was a breathtaking sight, and even more so because Barbatos was with you.

You locked eyes.

"MC.. I want to ask you something." Yet another blush rose on his face.

Your heartbeat quickened.

"Anything," You answered a little too quickly.

Barbatos put his hand over yours.

"Will you be my partner? I've had feelings for you for quite some time and-"

You cut Barbatos off by lunging forward and tackling him into a hug.

"Yes, yes, yes, a million times yes. I like you too," You mumbled into his shoulder. Barbatos hugged you back with a big grin on his face.

The rest of the date went swimmingly. You went on a drop ride that took pictures as you fell down the slope. You looked mortally terrified, while Barbatos on the other hand smiled at the camera with a thumbs up. When you got your pictures from the ride, the two of you cackled maniacally at how dumb you and the other people on the ride looked. You definitely got a few weird stares from how hard you were laughing.

You then went to a water gun station and you beat Barbatos. He totally let you win. You shared a cotton candy and ended the date by petting the sheep at the farm stand.

When you got back to the devildom, Barbatos walked you to your room and kissed you on the cheek a goodnight.

He definitely didn't go back to Diavolo and excitedly tell him about your date together.

a/n pt 2: I LIVE FOR CHAOTIC BARBATOS JSHDHJS anyways have a good day🥺🥺

- cas :)

#obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me #obey me barbatos #barbatos x reader #chaotic barbatos #obey me headcanons #obey me requests #obey me scenarios #omswd barbatos #my requests are open #mars on earth

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seokjinsdisciple · 3 years

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Tease

jaemin x reader (smut)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: cock-warming, somewhat public sex, dirty talk, language probably, degradation, use of the word cumslut, kitten, princess, teasing jaemin, the dirty talk in this is insane, mentions of getting caught, renjun watches?, idk man im probably missing something just lmk

You hated your boyfriend. You sat on the couch, horror film flashing on the tv screen in the dreamies dorm. You couldn’t help but clench around Jaemin’s cock as a ghost popped onto the screen, whimpering into his chest as he gripped your hips. You were absolutely dripping around him, buzzing with arousal that he had been teasing you with for hours.

“Stop moving, love,” his breath ghosted over your ear, “You’re only making it worse for yourself.”

“You know I hate horror movies,” you whined, barely fighting the urge to grind down on him right there.

“Stop being gross,” Mark whined from across the living room, throwing a piece of popcorn at your head with surprisingly accurate aim.

“Sorry,” Jaemin smiled at him easily, ignoring your death grip completely, “You know she gets scared of horror movies.”

You glanced haphazardly at Mark, grinding your hips down when his gaze returned to the tv. Jaemin’s hiss was barely audible, but his grip on your hips was so tight it could’ve bruised.

“You’re acting like such a little slut,” he growled in your ear, “Trying to get me to fuck you in front of all of our friends? Want them to see how bad you are?”

“I-” you started, flinching as another scary scene played on the tv, your pussy throbbing around Jaemin’s cock.

“I’m not afraid to fuck you in front of them,” he added, thrusting up gently as if to prove his point, “Is that what you want, huh? To be caught?”

His smile only grew at the way you tightened around him. If you hadn’t been so turned on you would’ve hit him at the way his smirk taunted you. Have you mentioned recently that you hate your boyfriend?

“I hate you,” you whispered, shifting so your head was no longer buried into his chest and facing the tv again. His only response to your admission of hatred was a simple chuckle and a peck on the top of your head.

You willed yourself to focus on the movie, not the throbbing in your clit and the desperate need to come. You stared intently at Jeno’s silhouette, praying that you would think of anything besides your boyfriend's cock that was buried deep in you. To say that it didn’t work was an understatement, and now you had Jeno’s curious gaze on the two of you as well.

“Is she ok?” he asked, throwing a gaze from your face to Jaemin’s. The squeeze of Jaemin’s hand on your hips barely enough warning before he made you grind down on him.

“She’s fine Jen,” Jaemin reassured him, hands gently urging your hips to grind lightly against his. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when Jeno accepted Jaemin’s claim, forehead hitting his shoulder as you continued the movements of your hips.

“Knock it off, kitten,” Jaemin warned, holding your hips still as best as he could, “We had a deal. Unless you’re already too desperate to think? You are dripping in my lap.”

“Shut up,” you groaned, continuing your ministrations as subtly as you could.

“Uh uh,” he hissed, pausing your hips with his threatening tone alone, “You’re the one who is acting like a little whore in front of all of her friends. Should I take care of you right here, princess? MAke you take my fucking cum like the little cumslut you are?”

“Jaemin, please,” you whined, shooting a glance towards where Chenle and Jisung sat on the floor, completely focused on the movie.

“Oh, don’t pretend you don’t love this, kitten,” Jaemin smirked at you once again, meeting your desperate grinding with subtle thrusts of his hips, “I can feel how you tighten around me every time you think we are caught.”

“You’re acting like I can’t feel you twitch every time you talk to one of your members,” you whispered back, “I think you’re enjoying this a little too much Jaem.”

“Stop,” he grunted, halting your hips forcefully with your hand, “Renjun’s looking.”

You tried to wait a few moments before glancing Renjun’s way, heat rising in your body as you met his eyes. He simply raised an eyebrow at the two of you, eyes flickering from where your crotches met underneath the blanket and back up to your faces.

“Fuck you just got so tight,” he groaned, resting his head against your shoulder, “You really like the idea of being caught don't you, kitten?"

"I like anything when you're this deep in me, "you say, biting your lip to hold in the moan threatened to leave your mouth.

"Oh kitten, you want him to watch don't you? " Jaemin asked, "Go on then, put on a show for him."

You didn't hesitate to listen, your hips lifting from his gently before slamming back down. you could feel Renjun's eyes on you, but at that point you didn't care. You were a mess. You were Jaemin’s mess. You rut your hips against his as harshly as you can without drawing extra attention to yourself. You were desperate, but you weren't desperate enough to get caught. You almost let out a loud whine as Jaemin forced your hips to stop once again.

"That's enough now, kitten "Jamin added, "it'd be a shame to miss the movie we put on. It is one of my favorites you know.”

“You’re just jealous,” you whined in his ear, trying desperately to lift your hips again. He wouldn’t let you thought.

“I have nothing to be jealous of babe,” Jaemin laughed back, “You’re mine, only mine. And Renjun knows that.”

You smiled softly as Jaemin let out a pleased hum at the way you tightened around him. He knew exactly what to say to work you up.

“Will you two shut up?” Jeno groaned, shooting you daggers as he shifted further away from you on the couch.

“Sorry Jen,” you whispered, genuinely sorry that you had interrupted him. He softened his gaze slightly at that, probably feeling bad for taking away your source of comfort.

You rested your head back on Jaemin’s shoulder, once again trying to calm yourself down enough to just cock warm your boyfriend.

Before you knew it, the credits of the film were rolling.

“Sungie, LeLe,” Mark called softly, “Movie’s over guys it’s your bedtime.”

You waved softly at them as they grumbled at Mark. Smile toying on your lips at their antics. When they were fully out of the room Mark glanced at the two of you, nose crinkling in disgust.

“Please don’t fuck on the couch again,” he groaned, “You guys are disgusting and now it smells like sex.”

“Oh shut up, Mark,” Renjun cut him off, “Like you haven’t fucked Hyuck on that couch.”

The six of you left let out a loud laugh, Hyuck smacking Renjun lightly as an indisputable blush covered Mark’s cheeks.

The rest of the boys left first, eyeing the two of you warily before calling out their goodnights. And if Jaemin ended up fucking you on that couch while Renjun watched, while that was for the three of you to know.

#jaemin smut #jaemin fluff #jaemin angst #jaemin scenarios #jaemin #nct dream smut #nct dream scenarios #nct dream angst #nct dream fluff #nct dream

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bella-spil · 4 years

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The Game

You and the rest of the Avengers play Cards Against Humanity.

Female reader.

Warnings: TONS of adult topics, TONS of cursing, a little bit of fluff (Don't read if you don't like adult topics)

Word count: 6.2k (sry that this is a longer one!)

A/N: sorry this took so long. I had it saved as a draft, but then my account logged out and I had to retype the whole thing. I hope you like it!!!!

@wednesday-add-em @angrythingstarlight if you wanna be tagged lmk.

"What game would that be, Parker?" Nat asked, suspicious.

"You'll find out if you chose to play," Peter declared.

As everyone else in the room started to wonder what "game" Peter was referring to, you Bucky and Sam were grinning at each other, knowing exactly what's gonna happen. You start daydreaming all the possibilities that might happen, from funny scenarios in the cards to people arguing about who won. They all seem great, but you knew it would be better once everyone would start playing.

"Actually," Wanda announced, getting up from her seat. "I'm pretty tired from the mission and the jet lag. I'm gonna call it a night."

"I am quite exhausted as well," Vision said, pushing his seat in. "I need a rest as well. Goodnight everyone."

"Congrats Y/N and Bucky!" Wanda shouted before she left the room, with Visions hand in hers.

"Wait, how can the android be tired?" Clint asked. Then everyone in the room knew what the two avengers were going to be doing tonight.

"WE KNOW YOU TWO ARE GOING TO FUCK TONIGHT!!!" Tony screamed at them. Wanda heard Tony and flipped him off, still walking to her room with Vision. Everyone at the table was laughing from Tonys antics, but you knew everyone might lose their voices by the end of tonight.

"So," Peter interrupted the laughing. "Is anyone else going to leave to fuck?"

All the avengers look at one another, seeing if anyone else would dare to get up from the table. Nobody made a move, except for Steve who just squirmed in his seat, knowing he wasnt going to leave for fucking. He wasn't the best in moments where there was something inappropriate involved, but he had a feeling that's what tonight would be full of. So he decided to man up and stand his ground.

"I dont think Im gonna fuck anybody tonight, unless Nat says so," Sam acknowledged. Nat rolled her eyes at him and kicked him underneath the table. Sam shifted in his seat, tears building up like a bomb about to explode. Nat smiled to herself, not letting anyone get suspicious of her in any way.

"Lets go kid," Tony said.

"Alright then," Peter smiled. "Everyone, follow me."

Everyone followed Peter and got up from the table. As they were following Peter, some of the avengers were whispering to one another. They had no clue about what was happening, which made everything more exciting. As they made their way to the living room, the game was already set up by Peter. The cards were arranged neatly onto the coffee table into piles with little tags on top of them so everyone knew what they were for. You patted Peter on the back to show how thankful you were for him.

He smiled back at you and whispered, "You owe me for this."

Then you glared at him and lit your hand on fire and shoved it in Peter's face.

"No, I don't think I do," you replied, smugly. Peter gulped and inches away from you, not wanting to have his ass kicked before the game even started. As you and Peter were bickering, the others behind you, except for Bucky, realized what the game was. You could hear sighs of realization behind you and internally grinned. You knew keeping them guessing would pay off in the long run.

"Oh, so we are playing this game?" Tony chuckled.

"Now I know why you and Parker were acting weird." Nat said, smiling at you.

"Told you you'd find out." you said.

"Ok are we playing in teams or going rogue?" Clint asked.

"In teams," Peter answered. "Me and y/n already came up with teams of two and team names."

"Oh god," Clint and Nat sigh while Tony is rolling his eyes. Sam snickers, thinking team names are for little kids but Steve is looking at the cards, not knowing what they are.

"Wait, guys. What is this game?" Steve questioned. Everyone rolls their eyes at him and sighs. Steve was very outdated, and even though he has been in modern times for about a decade now, he still had a ton of catching up to do.

"What?" Steve groaned. "Ive been frozen for 70 years. Give me a break!"

"Steve, you're not the only one that's a bit outdated. You have had a few more years to catch up then I have and I still know what this is." Bucky protested, earning a snicker from everyone else on the team while Steve rolled his eyes and lightly punched Bucky in the arm.

"Mr. Rogers," F.R.I.D.A.Y. chimed in. "Do you know the game Apples to Apples?"

"Yeah why?" Steve asked the A.I.

"Well, Cards Against Humanity is basically that game. The only difference is that Cards Against Humanity is for a more mature audience."

"That's a good way of putting it," Tony mocked.

"Ok thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y.," Steve said. "I'm all good now."

"C'mon guys what are the teams?" Clint asked, getting impatient.

"I hope I'm with Nat." Sam whispered, glancing at Nat once again. Sam winked at her, but she punched him in the arm. Nat liked using physical violence, but only went necessary, or if someone was annoying her, like Sam. Everyone chuckled, but then they drew their attention back to Peter, who was waiting to announce the teams.

"Ok, first is me and Mr. Stark." Peter announced. "We are the Student and Master."

"Kid, if we lose, I will take your suit away for a week." Tony declared as he high fived Peter. Peter gulped and took a seat with Tony around the table. Everyone else was standing up, waiting to hear their name be called.

"Then, we have Steve and Nat, the Spys." you said. Steve and Nat smiled at each other and sat down in front of Tony and Peter. Sam, however, was not impressed and his mouth was to the floor.

"Are you kidding me? Sam shrieked. "You put Star Spangled Banner with Nat?"

"The teams were already made," you shrugged. "If you wanted to be with her so badly, you should have made a request."

"I hate you," Sam retorted. "I hope i'm not with the Wiener Soldier over there."

"Shut it Pigeon," Bucky snapped. You rolled your eyes at the two of them, who were still throwing looks at each other like they were elementary school kids that got into an argument.

"Then me and Bucky are together," you said, taking a seat with the Winter Soldier on the right of Steve and Nat. Everyone made kissy noises and ooed at the two of you as you sat down.

"Wait you forgot the team name!" Clint remembered. You sighed before saying the embarrassing name.

"I didn't come up with the names, Peter did," you said, singling Peter out. "We are the Lovebirds." After you said the team name, everyone continued their antics of making kissing noises and everything else.

"Guess we are together, Clint," Sam realized, since Clint and himself were the last two people standing up. They took their seats on the left of Steve and Nat, making themselves directly across from you and Bucky. It seemed as if they did it on purpose, but you didn't care about that. You were waiting for their reaction to their team name.

"Y/N, what's their team name?" Nat asked. You and Bucky looked at each other, giggling like 5 year olds.

"Peter, would you like to do the honors?" you asked.

Peter sighed, knowing this would end up good, but continued anyway. "The Birdbrains." Everyone started howling in laughter. Sam and Clint looked at each other, then back at Peter, ready to pounce on him like lions.

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!!!!" Sam shouted, running after Peter with Clint following suit. Due to his Spidey Sense, Peter was able to dodge the two of them and ran out of the room, followed by an angry Sam and Clint. Steve and Tony ran after them, trying to get the Birdbrains to come to their senses. You and Nat rolled your eyes at each other while Bucky was sitting there chucking.

"Ugh, men," Nat sighed.

You giggled as the five men took their seats. Sam was still annoyed, smoke coming out of his ears. Clint seemed ok, he looked like he enjoyed running after Peter. Peter was laughing, not trying to be rude, but he was trying to control himself.

"Im gonna kill you," Sam said.

"Sure Birdbrain," Peter smirks.

As everyone gets the laughter out of their systems before the game starts, each team picks seven white cards from the pile. Each team read their cards, giggling at some of them and having to hold in a cackle for others.

"Ok who is going to be the judges first?" Steve asked.

"I mean Y/N and Bucky," Nat responded as if it was obvious. "It's only fair that they go first."

"Ok then," you said, grabbing the first black card of the night. You grabbed the card and read it, and then you started laughing and showed it to Bucky. He laughed as well and the both of you were able to regain your senses to read the card.

"Bucky you wanna read it?" you ask, still smiling.

"Sure," Bucky replied. He cleared his throat before going on to read the card. "Fun tip! When your man asks you to go down on him, try surprising him with ______."

Everyone started to laugh again. But then, everyone's mode shifted from having fun to competition mode. Everyone in the Avengers hated losing anything and tonight was no exception. Each team was in deep discussion with their partners, deciding which card was the best to win the round. After a couple of minutes, each team put their cards in the middle for you and Bucky to read.

"Ok," Bucky cleared his throat again. "Fun tip! When your man asks you to go down on him, try surprising him with..." He stopped to read the first white card. "Drowning kids in the bathtub! Holy shit!" Everyone started laughing, including you. That card was very dark, and very funny.

"When your man asks you to go down on him, try surprising him with… an erection that lasts longer than 4 hours." Everyone lightly chuckled at this one, it wasn't as funny as the first card.

"Lastly, when your man asks you to go down on him, try surprising him with… explaining how viaginas work. Ok this one works for Steve 100%!" Everyone laughed and agreed with Bucky. Steve was smiling, not laughing. He was trying to not show how true that was but it wasn't working out that well for him.

Then you and Bucky turned to one another and discussed who won this round. You whispered for about less than a minute, since there was an obvious winner. Then you and Bucky turned around to the three teams and announced your decision.

"Drowning kids in the bathtub wins!" you declare. Then Peter and Tony cheer and high five each other.

"We did it!" Peter cheered.

"Got ya, suckers!" Tony bragged.

"Wait, how many black cards do you need to win?" Clint asked. You looked at Peter, who shrugged. It was a very good question, and you needed a minute to think about it.

"How about the first team with 10 black cards wins?" you ask. Everyone nodded and the game resumed.

"Ok, Peter, Tony, you judge." Bucky said.

Tony reached up to grab the card. As he read it, he kept snickering. When he finished, he showed Peter the card as he leaned into Peter's shoulder for support. Peter was chuckling as well and leaned on Tony's head. As far as you knew, Tony was very tough with Peter, but now, seeing them all cuddled up together laughing, it proved y9ou very wrong. It took you by surprise, but you loved how cute they were together. Tony was the father figure in Peter's life that he needed, and he was that figure for you as well.

"You wanna read it, Peter?" Tony asked.

"Sure," Peter said. "When I was tripping on acid, ______ turned into ________." Everyone chuckled at how ridiculous the card sounded and started to choose their cards for the round.

"Wait, how will you guys know which card goes first?" Steve asked.

"Put the first card on the top and the second one on the bottom." Peter replied. Steve gave him a thumbs up and continued talking with Nat.

As everyone was choosing their cards, you and Bucky were doing the exact same thing. But in the middle of it, Bucky called you "doll." Normally there's nothing wrong with this, it was something he called you since the two of you met. But Sam was in the room. And he heard it. After Bucky said it, Sam started cackling like a witch. He was rolled over on the floor, clutching to his stomach and tears covering his face. Everyone else looked up and wondered what in the world was so funny, since none of them heard Bucky's nickname for you. You didn't know why he was laughing, but Bucky knew the exact reason. He wasn't going to say anything to draw attention to himself or you. Instead he just gave a death stare at Sam, and nobody noticed.

"Partner, you good down there?" Clint asked, confused. Sam was still laughing as he got up from the floor.

"Yeah," Sam coughed. After he caught his breath, he saw Bucky glaring at him. He waved at Bucky, like he had no clue what he did. When your head was looking at the cards, he flipped Sam off and Sam stuck his tongue out and put his finger by his throat, signaling that Bucky would get it later. Bucky rolled his eyes and returned his attention back to you and the game.

After a couple minutes, three cards were placed in the middle, ready to be read by the Student and Master.

"Everyone hush!!! Tony scolded, and everyone in the room immediately shut up. "Thank you. Kid, you may read the first card."

"Thanks Mr. Stark," Peter said. "When I was tripping on acid, Danny DeVito turned into pixelated bukkake! Oh my god! What the FUCK?" Everyone was clutching on the remaining air that was left in their lungs. All of the teams were laughing to the point where faces were turning purple.

"What does that mean?" Steve quietly asked, not wanting a lecture about how pure he was. But everyone heard since the laughter was dying down, but it resumed once more after what Steve said. It took another couple of minutes for everyone to control themselves again.

"I'll explain later, Steve." Sam reassured. Steve rolled his eyes and let Tony and Peter continue.

"Ok, when I was tripping on acid, blowing my boyfriend so hard he shits turned into incest." Peter continued. He laughed at the end and everyone joined him.

"My turn, shut up!!" Tony barked. "Ahem. When I was tripping on acid, my sex life turned into..." Tony never finished reading the card. His eyes were glued to the last white card. It was like he did not comprehend what was on the card.

"Am I- am I reading this right?" he asked Peter. Peter took a look at the card and he snorted.

"Yeah.. yeah." Peter snickered. "You are reading that right, Mr. Stark."

"Ok I just wanted to make sure i'm not getting too old." Tony said. "When I was tripping on acid, my sex life turned into braiding three penises into a twizzler. Alright, who the fuck thinks this is ok?"

Everyone was cackling and laughing again. Tony was ranting on about how obscene the card was and how that would never work in real life, which was making it harder to stop laughing. Once Tony was finished complaining and asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. if the card was able to actually happen, the laugher subsided and Tony and Peter started deliberating. They took longer than you and Bucky, which made it seem as if it was a close round. Finally, Peter stood up and revealed the winning card.

"Before I announce the winning card, I have a question for Mr. Rogers." Peter announced.

"Sure, Peter. Whats up?" Steve asked.

"Did you understand what the last card meant?" Peter asked. Everyone chuckled lightly. Not that it wasn't funny. Everyone knew if they laughed too hard, they would have a hard time breathing.

Steve rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically before answering the question. "Yes. I understood that reference."

Bucky stood up and started applauding for Steve. He was joined by you, Nat, Tony and the Birdbrains. Steve stood up and took a bow, thanking everyone and waving like a celebrity.

"Thank god you did," Nat sighed in relief.

"Finally, you get something!" Bucky rejoiced.

"This was a close one but the sex life one wins for sure!" Peter said.

Clint and Sam got up again and started to cheer, high fiving and chest bumping. They even did some weird thing that was supposed to be a bird call, since they were the Birdbrains. To you, it sounded like a cat dying in an alleyway from food poisoning. Once they finished their bird call, the Birdbrains sat down and bragged about their first win of the night.

"Yeah yeah! Deal wit dat!" Sam yelled.

"Losers!" Clint cheered, making an "L" with his hand and putting it on his forehead.

"We will see who has the last laugh," Nat grunted.

"Birdbrains!" you chimed in.

"Shut it Lovebirds!" Sam shouted back at the two of you. He went to pick up the next black card. Bucky looked around the room, not knowing why he was blamed and not Nat. Nat smirked at Bucky and Bucky just rolled his eyes. You giggled while Bucky stuck the middle finger back at Sam, for the like the 100th time tonight.

Sam and Clint read the card and started to laugh again, but it wasn't a big one, just a chuckle.

"Hehe. Shut it Clint. I gotta read the card!" Sam scolded. Clint stopped laughing, but his face looked like it was about to explode any minute now as Sam started to read the card.

"White people like _____" Sam read. Everyone giggled and went back to their groups to decide which card would be the best. In a few minutes, each team was ready and placed their cards in the middle.

"We got this one Steve." Nat said.

"Yeah, Nat. Lets go!" Steve cheered as he high fived his partner.

"No, Spys," Tony sighed. "We do because we are the best. No questions needed to be asked. Right kid?"

"Yes sir!" Peter joined in. The two of them fist bumped and made faces at the Spys and Lovebirds.

"Oh be quiet," Bucky sighed. "Let the stupid Birdbrains read the fucking cards." You smiled as Bucky held his arm around you a little tighter than before. You knew Bucky wasn't the most patient person, and it seemed like the Birdbrains were taking as long as possible just to annoy your boyfriend. You knew you would win in the end though. And if you didn't, the Winter Soldier would kick their asses to their graves.

"Thank you. Ahem," Sam cleared his throat. "White people like jerking off into a pool of children's tears. Holy fuck." Everyone laughed at the card, just like all the others before it.

"That's my kind of humor. Continue Sam." Clint chuckled. You knew Clint had a very different sense of humor than most of the people at the Compound. You had become friends with him by understanding his jokes that nobody else understood. Even Peter was able to understand some of Clint humor, which was a shocker to everyone. Clint enjoyed having someone that understood him, even if it was for jokes about drowning kids.

"Next, white people like.." Sam never finished reading the card. He shoved the card in Clints face and walked out of the room to get a breath of fresh air. Clint looked at everyone to see if they knew why he walked out, but you and everyone else were just as lost. Then Clint looked at the card and had an "aha" moment.

"White people like a falcon with a cap on its head." Clint finished. Everyone knew the card wasn't funny. But since Sam's superhero name was "Falcon," it seemed so funny. Bucky was trying very hard not to laugh and so were Steve, Nat and Clint. Peter was about to laugh, but Tony was able to cover Peter's mouth in time. Tony raised his free hand to his mouth, making a "shush" motion. You were sitting there, smirking to yourself since you knew it wasn't the right time to laugh.

Then Sam came back into the room after a couple of minutes. He was clearly upset of something so stupid, which made it even harder not to laugh. Sam was staring at you and Bucky, thinking it was the two of you since Bucky and him were friends, but not really. Sam was eyeing everyone in the room like a hawk, trying to see if anyone had changed their facial expression or something else.

"Sam, you wanna read the last card?" Clint asked.

"No," Sam stated, bluntly. "You read it."

"White people like three dicks at the same time." Clint finished with a light chuckle, and all the other teams followed suit.

"Ok, drowning kids in the bathtub wins." Clint decided, without having to deliberate.

"Agreed." Sam said.

Bucky picked you up in the air and spun you around. He hugged you so tight, you had to tap him so you could breath. As you and Bucky bask in your victory, Sam is still looking at the Student and Master and the Spies. He was being a detective, looking for little details that might lead him to the culprits that put that card down.

"Who put the fucking card down?" Sam asked. All of the sudden, Tony and Peter start laughing out of control. Sam knew those two were the criminals in his crime. He took a deep breath, trying his best not to go over and take Peter down to the ground.

"Im gonna kill you." Sam growled.

"Save it Birdbrain," Nat told off. "First team to ten. Then you can kill them."

"You bet yo ass I will," Sam grunted.

~~~

The rest of the night carried on in a flash. The night was filled with laughter, smiles and cheers as each team won a round. When you started playing, it was around 8:30 pm. But now, it was 11:50 pm. Everyone was definitely tired, as everyone started to yawn and get bags underneath their eyes.

You and Bucky were doing very well together. You guys won a ton of rounds and always celebrated with Bucky hugging you and spinning you around the room. But you weren't tired. The adrenaline from the game was serving as a source of energy, and it was the same source for all the other teams too.

Peter and Tony were doing very well too. They won a couple rounds as well and they always high fived when they won. But whenever they lost, Tony threatened Peter, saying he would take away his suit and suspend him from being an Avenger. And as the night progressed, you and everyone kept forgetting the score for your teams. So Tony asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to keep track of the score for the rest of the night. And she did, very well.

Sam and Clint were very competitive and sometimes it served in their favor. They won a few like you and Bucky and Peter and Tony. Clint was yawning by 9:50, he wasn't used to staying up late, but he was having fun nonetheless. Sam, however, was full of energy, matching your level. He grabbed tons and tons of candy, ice cream and other junk food as the night progressed, serving as a food and energy source for all of the teams. Sam ate so much in fact that he got a sugar high at about 10:00 pm, but it wore off a few minutes later.

Steve and Nat were doing good,but not as well and you and Bucky. They won a few rounds, sure, but not as many as they would like. Nat was pretty calm, but when Sam was "high" he was trying to be smooth and get Nat to go out with him. She hit him repeatedly, and she smiled with gusto as she did, which made you laugh. Steve to your surprise, was getting a little worked up. He sighed in annoyance whenever they lost a round, and roared in happiness whenever they won.

~~~

"Ok, what's the score F.R.I.D.A.Y.?" Nat asked.

"The score for the Lovebirds is nine," F.R.I.D.A.Y. recited. "The Spies have seven. The Student and Master have nine as well. And finally, the Birdbrains have nine. Is that all Mrs. Romanoff?"

"Your good, thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y." Nat thanked.

"Ok since you guys have nine each, me and Nat will judge this last round." Steve said. "This is it, the last one. Winner takes all!"

As Steve finished his speech, Nat rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath as she went to grab the final black card.. You knew Bucky had superb hearing, so you leaned to ask him what she said.

"Buck, what did she say?" you asked, quietly.

"She was just saying something about how Steve has a speech for every little thing." Bucky whispered. You giggled under your breath.

As Nat read the card, she showed it to Steve, who started to giggle like a five year old.

"Steve, this isn't that funny," Nat groaned.

"Just read the card," Steve sighed as he regained control of his breathing.

"Ugh." Nat sighed. "Kids, I don't need drugs to get high. I'm high on _____." Everyone chuckled at the card and turned to their partners for the last time.

"Kid, this is it," Tony said.

"Yep," Peter said.

"We gotta go big or go home." Tony said. Then, Tony and Peter looked through the cards and finally, they had their eyes set on their winning card.

"This, my student, is gold," Tony remarked. "No, no. Scratch that. It's the diamond in the rough."

"Do you know the movie Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory?" Peter asked.

"Yeah why?"

"Well, this card is like our golden ticket to victory Mr. Stark." Peter said.

"I don't want another pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the night. You understand?" Tony scolded. Peter gulped as Tony placed their card in the middle of the table.

"Clint?" Sam asked.

"Sam?" Clint asked.

"This is it." Sam said.

"This is it." Clint said. "We gotta give 'em the money."

"Give em the money!"

"We gotta win."

"We have to show those little shits who the fucking bosses are." Sam declared.

"Yes sir," Clint agreed. As the Birdbrains were chanting, boosting their confidence, they interrupted Bucky's train of thought, and yours as well. To you, they sounded like the football teams in the locker room. When the coach is giving the team a pep talk during the halftime show in the Superbowl, boosting the teams confidence. You were giggling to yourself as you heard them, and Bucky caught on. As you looked back at him, you saw a glimmer in his heavenly, blue eyes, filled with mischief. He had his signature smirk, his one for trouble on as well.

"Doll, watch this," he whispered. He looked over at Sam and Clint, and you waited to see what he would do next.

"YEAH BIRDBRAINS! PREACH!!!" he shouted, clapping his hands and cheering them on, mocking them.

Sam and Clint immediately stop and glare at Bucky, who is smirking at them and batting his eyelashes at them, while you are cuddled up into his shoulder laughing at the Winter Soldiers antics.

"SHUT IT LOVEBIRDS!!!" Sam and Clint clap back.

"Ok, before we were so RUDELY interrupted," Sam grunted.

"Very RUDELY," Clint agreed.

"Do you agree that this one is the winner?" Sam asked. Clint looked at the card that Sam was referring to and nodded his head. Then Sam took the card and placed it in the middle. You and Bucky were the team that everyone was waiting for.

"Ok doll," Bucky said. "Don't worry. We got this in the bag."

"Yeah we got this." you agreed, smiling at your boyfriend.

Bucky looked at the other teams and pointed at them while they were waiting for you guys. "They don't know who they are dealing with. They are messing with the fucking Lovebirds and they have made a BIG fucking mistake."

"Yeah we got this. Also.." you said slyly, biting your lip at Bucky, putting your hand in his hair and leaning into his ear so only he could hear. "If we do win.. We can have some fun later, if you know what I mean."

When you pulled away, looking back at the cards, you looked at Bucky through the corner of your eyes. His eyes bulged open and he looked at you, smirking and biting his bottom lip.

"Oh doll," he groaned, his voice deeper and as smooth as chocolate.

"This card looks good right?" you asked, your tone completely changed from full of lust to innocence. Bucky kept staring at you and smiled at you. He always had a hard time believing he was dating you, but tonight, he realized he wanted you till the day he died.

"Yeah, you do." he blushed. You giggled at him and gave him a peck on the cheek before you put your card into the middle.

"Ok everyone ready?" Steve asked, grabbing the cards from the table. Everyone nodded, nerves were bouncing off the walls for all the teams.

"First card." Steve announced. "Kids, I don't need drugs to get high. I'm high on..." He looked at the card and snickered, making sure his eyes weren't play tricks on him. "I'm high on anal beads." The room was roaring with laughter as Steve blushed after reading the card. It took everyone about 10 minutes to calm down and let the Spies read the next card.

"That's method." Tony sighed.

"That's fucked up," Nat coughed.

"That's kinky as fuck!" Sam exclaimed.

"Next: Kids, I dont need drugs to get high," Nat read. "I'm high on selling crack to children." Nat's voice cracked with shock as she finished reading the card in horror. Everyone cracked up even more.

"That's sick!" Clint said.

"Twisted!" Peter agreed.

"Ok whoever put that card down has the balls and I fucking live for it." you smiled, still laughing.

"What the hell?" Bucky sighed, putting his head in his metal hand, trying to process what Nat read.

"Then, last but not least, Nat will you do the honors?" Steve asked.

"It would be my honor," Nat grinned. Before she started reading, she cleared her throat, overexagrating a little bit, which caused everyone to chuckle. "Kids, I don't need drugs to get high. I'm high on… what the fuck?" Nat looked at the card she had to read and started cackling like a witch.

"Nat, you ok over there?" you asked.

"Yeah Im fine." Nat chuckled. "I'm high on a good sniff." Everyone in the room was soon cackling like Nat. And you sounded like witches. You wondered how Wanda and Vision were "sleeping" with all the noise you guys were making. After everyone calmed down, Steve wasn't out of breath like everyone else.

"Nat, that means what I think it means right?" Steve asked quietly.

"What do you think it means Steve?" Nat sighed. Steve leaned into her ear and whispered what he thought it was. You asked Bucky if he could hear what he said, but your boyfriend shook his head. After Steve finished telling Nat, she nodded her head and rolled her eyes at her stupid partner.

"Yes Steve." Nat groaned. "That's what 'a good sniff' means, you idiot."

"Thought you would have gotten that, pal," Bucky mocked.

"I did, I just wanted to make sure what I thought was correct." Steve stated.

"Steve, how do you not understand anything?" Bucky asked.

"Bucky, I thought you always fucked the girls on the first date in the forties. Did you yet?" Steve asked, trying to come back at Bucky. But it didn't really make sense because you were still a virgin. Tony rolled his eyes in the corner and you sighed.

"Did you fuck a girl yet?" Bucky snapped.

"Steve, do we have a winner?" Nat interrupted, stopping the old men from bickering any longer.

"No, I have no clue," Steve answered. "This was a close round. Do you want to decide somewhere else, so they don't hear? This might take a while."

"Yeah, lets go to the bathroom," Nat said. "Take the cards with you." Steve followed Nat, but Sam wasn't going to let Nat leave so quickly.

"Dont fuck him Nat!!!" Sam pleaded, shouting as loud as he could. "He will lose his powers!" Steve turned his back to face Sam, who was smiling back at him. Steve rolled his eyes and followed Nat, and as he walked down the hall, he flipped Sam off. Nat did as well.

You, Peter and Tony were laughing your asses off, laughing at Steve and Nat as they were in the bathroom. Clint was on his phone, texting his wife.

Meanwhile, Sam and Bucky were making fun of Steve. You heard them saying how much trouble Steve would be having if he was actually fucking Nat. They were saying how Nat would be the dominant one and Steve would be like a ragdoll. You were listening to Sam and Bucky more then Tony and Peter, since what Bucky and Sam were talking about interested you way more.

After about 10 minutes or so, Steve and Nat came out of the bathroom. You, Sam and Bucky were eyeing them very closely, seeing if their hair was messed up, if their clothes were wrinkled, if they had hickeys, but there were no signs of physical contact. Sam, however, wasn't letting up.

"I hope you didn't give him a quickie," Sam mocked.

"Fuck off, Birdbrain," Nat scoffed. "Steve, do you want to announce the winning team?"

"Sure," Steve nodded. "Drumroll, please."

Everyone patted their legs, making a drumroll noise. But Tony just waved his hand for everyone to stop.

"Guys stop, just stop." Tony commanded. "We have an A.I. for a reason. F.R.I.D.A.Y., drumroll." F.R.I.D.A.Y. followed her orders and played a drumroll.

"The winning card is….." Steve announced. "A GOOD SNIFF!!!" You and Bucky erupted from your seats like a volcano. Your hair started to glow and you floated in the air for a second. Everyone saw you and thought you looked like a living candle. Bucky hugged you and spun you around the room in his arms. Bucky kissed you and you kissed him back. Not a makeout, but just a long kiss, filled with passion and love.

Sam and Clint got pissed that they didn't win, but they clapped for you, very slowly. Peter clapped for you and cheered, but Tony just sighed and made gagging noises when he saw you kissing. Nat was smiling at the two of you, and so was Steve. They looked like proud parents, smiling in approval of how happy you and Bucky were.

"YES!! We won!!" Bucky shouted.

"Told ya we would!" You cheered. "Take that, Birdbrains!"

"Yeah, yeah good job. I'm going to bed." Tony groaned and headed up to the elevator, which led him to his room which was on the top floor. You sighed and said goodnight anyways.

"I should call it a night," Clint said.

"Me too. See ya tomorrow, lovebirds!" Nat said. You and Bucky waved goodbye as the two of them headed to their rooms.

"Congratulations guys. See ya tomorrow!" Steve said.

"They was cheatin." Sam bickered.

"Cmon birdbrain, lets go," Steve sighed. Sam was bickering with Steve all the way to their rooms, and as they got further away, you could still hear them, which made you laugh. The only people left in the room were you Bucky and Peter.

"I'm so happy that it worked," Peter said. "Congrats by the way!"

"Thanks Peter! I had so much fun!" you smiled.

"Yeah, it was great," Bucky agreed. "I owe ya big time, Spiderling."

"Oh, thanks grandpa." Peter grinned. "You have no idea what you owe me." Then you guys cleaned up the remaining cards and headed back to your rooms. Peter said goodnight to the two of you and you and the Winter Soldier headed to his room.

"When we get back to my room," Bucky said as you were walking. "We earn our reward."

#avengers #marvel #fanfic #fandom #peter parker #natasha romanoff #sam wilson #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky fucking barnes #bucky barnes #tony stank #tony stark #steve rogers #clint barton #friday #cards against humanity

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shelbyiimited · 4 years

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Memories | Thomas shelby

pairing: thomas shelby x reader (platonic)

warnings: grace’s death

You prepared yourself beofore knocking on your boss’s door. You had been Thomas Shelby’s secretary, and friend, for about 5 years. You had been there for him when he met Grace, when he fell in love, when she left him, when she came back, and unfortunately, when she died.

It had been 2 months since Grace’s passing and Polly was getting worried, no one had seen him grieve. Though, you knowing Tommy, you knew that this was how he grieved. He locked himself away. Distancing himself from the ones he loved and the ones who loved him.

You took one more breath before gently knocking. You had finished today’s work and you were about to head out for the night but you wanted to check on him first.

“Come in.” The lack of emotion in his words gave you the chills but you preceded anyways, you pushed open the door and took a step inside.

“Hey,” You said shyly.

“What do you want Y/N?” He said, no looking up from whatever papers he was signing.

“I-I was just, um, going to head out. I finished my work.” Even though you were friends, you still felt so small when talking to him.

“Right then. Goodnight Y/N.” He replied, finally looking up for his papers. Throwing you a faint smile.

You almost backed down, turning around and walking towards the door but you couldn’t just leave when you knew he was suffering.

“Tom, how are you?” You asked, turning back around to face the man who now had a cigarette between his lips.

“I’m fine.” You knew he wasn’t.

“Look, I know you.” You walked towards him and took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk, “I know this is how you cope. You shut yourself away from everyone and I get that but,” You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, feeling his blue eyes watching your every move, “You don’t have to hide from me, Tom.” You finished, meeting his eyes.

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you. Not breaking eye contact, he sat back in his chair. “I miss her.” He broke the silence.

“I know,” You felt for him, you and Grace were quite close so her death affected you greatly, “Me too.”

“I can’t stop thinking of the things, the small things she would do.”

“Like what?” You smiled softly, knowing that getting him to talk about the woman he fell in love with might help him remember the good.

“The way she would talk, the way she moved,” He paused, a broken smile forming on his face. “The way she, um, lit up,” He cleared his throat, “when she talked about the horses.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the memory of your friend, “She loved you Tom,” you stared at him, your eyes softening, “so much.”

“I know.” Was all he could say, that small smile now gone.

“The memories, even the good ones, haunt me.”

You nodded, not wanting to interrupt. Your smile had also faded at this point.

“I can’t even think of my bloody wife without seeing her dying,” His voice cracked, “dying in my arms because of my mistakes.”

You couldn’t help but tear up, “Sometimes, Tom,” You looked at him with soft eyes, “Memories are the worst form of torture, but you have to remember,” You got up from your seat and walked in front of him, crouching so you two were eye to eye, “you have to remember how much she loved you and how she wouldn’t want you locking yourself away, blaming yourself. You have remember the good.”

His face showed no emotion but you knew your words helped. You smiled softly and got up from your position and walked towards the door, “I love you Tom, and so does your family, we miss you.” and with that, you were off. Leaving him with his own thoughts. You wanted nothing more than to stay and comfort him but you knew he needed to be alone right now.

note: ok hi! this is literally the first time i’ve ever written anything so i really have no idea what i’m doing at all so i really hope this makes sense and please lmk if there’s anything i can to you improve my writing and shit and also i have NO IDEA how tumblr works so idek if i’m doing this right but i tired 🙈

#thomas shelby #thomas shelby imagines #tommy shelby x you #thomas shelby x you #cillian murphy x reader #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby #peaky blinder #peaky blinders imagines

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awkward-child-of-satan · 4 years

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Criminally in Love

An analogical fic by yours truly

Logan and Virgil are roommates and dumb idiots (I know what I said) who are obviously in love but too oblivious to realize the feeling is mutual. Now let's rob them of their earthly possessions shall we?

Virgil is non binary with two different eye colors bc why not

Potential triggers : suffocation and attempted murder. (if I missed anything don't hesitate to lmk )

Enjoy!

It had been a quiet night at first. Two friends sat on opposite ends of the couch trying not to seem contemplative. The one on the right was a tall, calculating man with black squared glasses and hair that was tinted blue as a result of lost bet.The one on the right hair that was tinted blue as result of lost bet.If one were to look close, they would see purple hair and dark eyeshadow framing mismatched eyes.Eyes the person in question hated, but the man opposite of them could get lost in if given the chance.

Of course, he'd never admit it out loud. If he did, the whole place would go into chaos and comfortable nights like this would be lost. This was his only neutral. The only way to maintain his relationship with his best friend. He had to keep these thoughts to himself. He had to keep himself at arms length and watch what he said. It was overall exhausting, but ultimately worth it.

" Hey Lo?" His thoughts were interrupted by the figure to his right. He looked up at them and found both blue and green eyes staring up at him smiling softly.

"Yes Virgil?"

"I'm gonna head on up to bed, ok?"

"Of course, don't let me stop you. I'll see you in the morning then?"

"Yea, you will."

And just like that, Virgil stood up, stretched, and walked upstairs to their room down the hall from Logan's.

Seeing that there was nothing keeping him downstairs alone he decided that the best course of action would be to go to sleep himself. Standing up, he went and shut off the lights, making his way towards the stairs. As he walked up, step by step he couldn't help but feel as though something were off in his small, shared house. Mentally checking through everything he locked and shut off, he concluded that he was just tired and paranoid. All the more reason to get to bed, he thought, making his way up the stairs again.

Finally arriving at the top of the stairs, he was faced with a door brandishing a purple storm cloud and lightning. Logan smiled, thinking back on the day he helped Virgil paint the door. It may have taken 3 weeks of accidental peeks of bare skin, but Virgil found the door completely worth it, and that's all that Logan cared about.

Finally returning to the present, he gave a small knock on the door and entered upon hearing a small voice saying 'come in'. The room was painted all black with different Halloween decorations scattered around the room. (But it's the middle of March, why do you need so many bags of spider web? Because, Logan, it's my aesthetic.) He looked over at the Nightmare Before Christmas comforter and smiled, repeating a phrase he said every night.

"I'm going to head to bed myself, feel free to wake me up in case of anything."

To which Virgil giggled and said their reply:

"Why, would I do that when you clearly need your beauty sleep?"

Both friends laughed lightly and waved goodnight, not daring to break the tension. It was always like this. Every night. Everyday. All the time. It was as though they were trapped in a time vertex and every time they came close to confessing, it would start over. They were prisoners to their own feelings and insecurities. Forever in the friend zone, never to make a move. It was almost pathetic the way they let their fears control them. But it was all they had. And it's all they needed.

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It was a loud crash that awoke Logan a few hours later. He sat straight up and looked around, finding his room incredibly still. He closed his eyes and listened for anything unordinary. There was a muffled shuffling of feet coming from down the hall but Logan was unsure if it was actually Virgil or not. I'm sure there's no harm in finding out, he reasoned.

Crawling out of bed he noticed the bathroom window was opened and his anxiety had spiked. Virgil never opened windows in the middle of the night as it was too cold. Realization finally dawning on him, he ran to the next room, accidentally hitting something behind the door that let out a loud 'oomph'.

Quickly, he ran to the light switch and turned the light on, revealing two masked figures, one on the floor and the other on top of Virgil, holding a pillow over his face. Upon seeing the attempted murder, Logan ran over to the bed and pushed the black clad intruder off of Virgil and punched them square in the jaw. Attempting to keep them further away from Virgil as possible, he went over to the figure on the floor and attempted to restrain him. On the bed, Virgil let out a deep gasp, attempting to get as much air as possible. Finally catching their breath, they addressed their roommate on the floor

"Logan wha-"

"Virgil call the police, now!"

Scrabbling to get to the phone as soon as possible, they nearly tripped over the other intruder on the floor, hitting him on the head harder than intended. It was as though they were in a movie scene and everything around them was life or death, causing a spike in anxiety and urgency.

It was about another 20 minutes until the police arrived and took both intruders into custody. The two roommates on the other hand stood leaning on a police car, both giving their statements of the incident. Afterwards, both of them looked at each other, trying to figure out what to say next, the tension once again surfacing in their eyes. Surprisingly enough, it was Virgil who broke the silence.

"Uhm, thank you, for the uh-, well the-, um, for saving my life."

Logan nodded, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm ok, although my throat does hurt. I'll be fine in the morning."

A new silence fell upon them. Logan, more frustrated now than before decided to be the first to speak this time.

"Are you going to be okay in your own room? I know you kind of had an unpleasant experience right now-"

"I'll be fine. I might just feel a bit uneasy after tonight, one never knows when they're about to be attacked." They said, their voice dropping low along with their head, attempting to avoid eye contact. Logan lifted their head to meet his, and looked at them in their beautiful eyes. Virgil held their breath, trying not to break the tension or the bubble,they should say, that both friends tried to maintain.

"I will always watch over you, this I swear Virgil. "

They let out a laugh that came out more like a huff, and looked down again before looking back at Logan's deep brown eyes.

"You really think I'm worth so much fuss?"

"Every bit of it, and more," he paused, hesitating before deciding to continue, "Virgil, you mean the moon to me, and I don't ever want to lose you. Every atom and molecule in my body screams out to you unlike anyone else I've ever known. At first I couldn't place the feeling since it hurt as much as it felt good, but I figured it out and," he paused again, trying to think rationally about it. But he couldn't continue to just stay friends with the smaller figure before him, so he had to say it.

"Virgil Storm, I believe that I've fallen head over heels in love with you, and I must certainly do not intend to get back up."

Both friends were silent, not knowing what to say. The bubble was finally broken and feelings were out in the open. Virgil looked down at their feet, tears forming in their eyes as they tried to figure out what was supposed to come next. Confusion and uncertainty filled their mind as they went through everything that could possibly go wrong. Yet for some reason, a voice in the back of their head told him to stop. That nothing will go wrong because they loved Logan too. The voice that said that just loving each other was enough for now, and that they could worry about everything else later because now they knew, Logan loved them too.

They looked up at Logan and saw the absolute great in his eyes after their long pause. Virgil couldn't help but feel bad but they knew that Logan understood that they needed the time to work through their feelings and come to the conclusion that they did. Thats why they work so well together, because Logan understood and Virgil took the precautions needed to understand everything that was going on. They smiled as they looked back into the dark chocolate swirls that were Logan's eyes and finally gave him the answer he was waiting for.

"Logan Crofters, I'm in love with you too, and I don't plan on doing anything to change that."

And with that, they cupped Logan's face, bringing it closer to them and put their foreheads together. The two of them stayed there for a while, closing their eyes and basking in the bliss of newfound love and cherishing the moment of just being there, and never being alone again.

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lucacangettathisass · 5 years

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How The Light Gets In (Ch. 2)

SUMMARY: After your home is ransacked by a group of strange men, you and your cousin are taken in by a group of outlaws. And that’s when the trouble really starts.

PAIRINGS: John Marston x Fem!Reader, Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

Chapter One

NOTES: I know the dialogue doesn’t perfectly match the game please don’t get mad. I also highly recommend installing the Interactive Fics chrome extension if you haven’t already so you can use it to change ‘[Name]’ and ‘[Last Name]’ to your actual name! Shout out and god bless to the maker(s) of that extension!

TAGGING: @mountainhymn if anyone else would like to be tagged lmk!

The ride back to Colter where the Van Der Linde Gang had set up camp was long and arduous and cold, but you were so glad to be in open air and out of that small, dark cellar that you couldn’t bring yourself to mind that much.

Arthur Morgan, the man in the blue coat, didn’t tell you much beyond who he, Dutch Van Der Linde, and Micah Bell were and that the men who had killed Jake were part of a larger gang lead by a man called Colm O’Driscoll, who was locked in a feud with Mr Van Der Linde that had been going on for over a decade now.

None of this was pleasant of course, but it was enough to somewhat distract you from the cold, and knowing that there was shelter with other people, including other women, made you feel a little better.

At random intervals you would pat Gladys’s flank, to soothe the two of you. You had missed her during your captivity in the cellar, and you told yourself that the second you reached civilization you would buy her as many sugar cubes as she could eat. You caught Mr Morgan glancing down at the hand that patted Gladys a couple times, but his face was unreadable.

Resting your cheek against Mr Morgan’s back, you watched the dappled mare that trudged beside Gladys, staying in perfect formation with the other horses despite not having a rider. Whoever rode her clearly trained her well.

“Dutch is back!”

At the sound of the new voice you looked up, trying to peek out from behind Mr Morgan to see who had spoken, but even if you could see beyond him it was so dark and the snow was so thick you doubted you would be able to see anything.

As the silhouettes of the abandoned buildings that made up Colter came into view, you saw some figures come out of the dark. A few were carrying torches, helping you to see them clearer.

“Miss Grimshaw! Could you please help Mrs Adler and [Name] here?” Mr Van Der Linde called out as his dismounted his horse, helping Sadie off once he was standing.

You watched as Mr Morgan got off Gladys, and to your immense surprise, he extended a hand to you.

“Thank you.” You took Mr Morgan’s hand and carefully stepped down into the cold snow, wincing slightly from the chill as you did so. You gave Gladys a few more pats before hurrying to Sadie’s side.

“Come with me ladies, you’ll be safe with us.” A tall, older woman ushered you and Sadie towards one of the large buildings. “And we’ve made up a room for you Mr Morgan! Mr Bell, you’re with some of the others in the shack!”

“What?! How come Arthur gets a room while I’m saddled with Bill Williamson and a bunch of darkies?!”

Your eyebrows shot straight up at Mr Bell’s comment, but before you could react further, you and Sadie were herded inside, and lead to a crackling fire side.

The two of you sat close to the fire, and you wrapped as much of the blanket covering you around Sadie as you could. You looked up at the older woman and the other women that surrounded her and did your best to smile warmly. “Thank you.” You said, somewhat breathless from the sudden change in temperature. “You’re all very kind.”

“Think nothing of it.” The woman draped another, thicker blanket over you and Sadie. “I’m Susan Grimshaw.”

“[Name] [Last Name].” You smiled and rubbed your hands together, blowing on them for warmth. You glanced back at Sadie, and saw a vast emptiness in her eyes that chilled you worse than the cold.

The other women introduced themselves, and you gave each a smile and told them how happy you were to meet them, and that you were “so so grateful” to have found shelter with them. You looked over at the back of the building, where a small furnace was burning, and a small boy was sleeping beside it. “Who’s that?”

“My son, Jack.” Miss Roberts said. “He’s a good boy, not much trouble.”

“How has he been holding up in all this?”

“Rather well, considering.”

You nodded, relieved. The idea of a small child travelling with a gang of outlaws deeply concerned you, but you said nothing. It wasn’t your place, and you had just met these people. You would have to act very wisely and cautiously as the question of trust hung over all of your heads.

“I think Jack has the right idea.” Miss Grimshaw said. “We should all get some rest now, get some strength for the morning.”

The rest of the women nodded in agreement and went to retrieve bedrolls to lay out. While Miss Roberts stayed close to Jack, the other women huddled close to the fire.

You gently laid down, wrapping the blanket Mr Morgan had give you tight. Your head was beside Sadie’s thigh as she remained sitting, gazing into the fire. “Sadie?” You said softly, looking up at her. “You gonna sleep?”

She nodded. “In-in a bit.”

You contemplated urging her to sleep now, but you decided to leave it. “Goodnight Sadie.”

You rolled over onto your side, to give Sadie some privacy for whatever it was she was doing. As you pulled the blanket around you tighter, you reached for your locket, and opened it.

Just like always, your mother’s picture smiled back at you, eyes shining and dimpled cheeks fit to burst from happiness. With the house gone, this was now the last thing you had of her, the only thing that would keep you connected to her. You brought it to your lips and gently kissed the weathered photo. “Goodnight momma.”

When you woke, it took you a few moments to remember where you were. You looked around, and saw Sadie huddled beside the fireplace, with only one blanket wrapped around her, face set in a frown. Seeing her like that, everything came rushing back.

The cellar.

The men.

The house.

Jake.

And now, the Van Der Linde Gang.

You sidled up to Sadie, pulling your two blankets around you, and put a hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her to wake her up. “Sadie?”

She grumbled and furrowed her brow, stirring slightly. “What…”

You sat up on your knees, looking around to see the other women and Jack waking up as well. “It’s morning.”

Sadie slowly opened her eyes, looking around blearily. “Where-” She stopped herself suddenly, clearly remembering the events of the night before. Her face hardened as she turned back to you. “You alright?”

You nodded. “Yeah, but what about you?” You moved closer to Sadie, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “You sleep alright?”

“Yeah. Fine.” Sadie rose to her feet and you quickly followed. “You sure you ok?”

“I’m sure Sadie, really.”

She seemed skeptical, but she didn’t say anything more.

As the other women woke, you all huddled around the fire, staying close to share body heat. You looked across from you were sitting and saw Jack sitting on his mother’s lap, cuddling close to her.

Your heart melted at the sight, and it made you remove one of the blankets around you and hand it to Miss Roberts. “Here.”

Miss Roberts’s eyes widened, but she smiled and took the blanket. “Thank you.” She looked down at Jack. “This is [Name] and Mrs Adler Jack, now say thank you.”

“Thank you.” He smiled shyly and snuggled under the blanket some more.

You returned his smile warmly. “You’re welcome Jack.”

The door opened, bringing in a sudden burst of cold and you all looked up to see that three men had entered.

One was an older man, and the hair that you could see peeking out from under his hat was as silver as the chain of your locket, another was a portly middle aged man, and the third was the tallest and darkest of them all, his head almost completely covered save for his face, and with very noticeable bandages around one of his hands. All three were carrying bowls of something hot and approached you all.

“Hope you’re all hungry.” The eldest man said, as he and the other two men all passed out bowls.

“That we are Mr Matthews.” Miss Grimshaw said with a smile. “Thank you.”

The tall man gave you a bowl, and you saw that the bandages around his hand were dark, and clearly needed to be changed.

“Goodness! What happened here?” You gently took the bowl out of his hands and set it aside so you could examine the bandages more closely.

“I um, I just burned it.” The man mumbled back.

“These bandages need to be changed.” You gently ran your fingers over the top of his hand before looking up at Miss Grimshaw. “Do we have any more bandages?”

Miss Grimshaw had raised a brow, but she stood up and went to a table in a far corner and quickly returned with a fresh roll of bandages, a tin, and scissors and handed them to you. “Here you go.”

“Thank you Miss Grimshaw.” You took them from her and smiled up at the man. “You can sit you know.”

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but in the end he sat on your left, away from Sadie and the other women.

“I’m [Name].” You said as you carefully removed the bandages.

“Charles Smith.”

“It’s nice to meet you Mr Smith.” You looked over at the other two men and smiled at them. “And thank you all for the food.”

“It’s alright miss, you should really be thanking Pearson over here.” The old man gestured to the portly man. “He’s the camp cook.”

“In that case, thank you Mr Pearson. It can’t have been easy, cooking in this cold.” You looked down at the bowl, and saw that it was a rather plain looking soup, but at this point any food was better than nothing. “It looks very nice.”

Mr Pearson’s face went red and he shrugged, mumbling something you couldn’t hear before quickly leaving.

You stared after him, startled and a little worried. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No not at all, that’s just Pearson.” The other man said reassuringly. “And I’m Hosea, Hosea Matthews.” He approached the semi-circle that had formed around the fire and sat beside Miss Grimshaw. “Dutch told me what happened last night. I’m very sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you Mr Matthews, that’s very kind of you to say.” You looked back at Mr Smith’s hand and were only just able to hold back a wince when you saw the burn blisters on his hand. “What happened?”

“Got too close to the fire.” Mr Smith shifted around slightly and out of the corner of your eye you saw him wince.

“Sorry.” You said quickly. “I’ll be more careful.” You slowed your movements, taking great care to not make physical contact with the blisters as you unwound the last of the bandage.

“You don’t have to do this.”

You looked up at Mr Smith in surprise. “I want to.” You assured him. “I like to be useful.” With the last of the worn bandages undone, you discarded them off to the side and picked up the tin, seeing that it contained an ointment for burns. “This will probably sting a little Mr Smith, I’ll be as gentle as I can.” You opened the tin and saw that it had been used somewhat already, but there was still plenty left to scoop into your fingers and gently apply to the hand. “Did you sleep well?”

Mr Smith furrowed his brow and frowned, and for a few dreadful seconds you panicked internally, wondering if you had said the wrong thing. “About as well as you could expect.”

You nodded, relieved at the response. “It is awfully cold out, but we’ve got shelter so I can’t really complain.” You gently spread the ointment over the blisters, being as careful as you could to not apply too much pressure and cause Mr Smith discomfort. “It doesn’t usually get this bad.”

“How long have you two been up here?”

You looked over at Mr Matthews, pausing in your application of the ointment. “Sadie and Jake were up here for a couple years, I only joined them about three-no, four months ago now.” You turned back to Mr Smith, secretly hoping no one would ask why you would choose to live with your cousin and her husband in what was essentially the middle of nowhere.

It seemed Mr Matthews could tell that that was a touchy subject for you, as he started to talk to the other women, but mostly Miss Grimshaw.

When you were satisfied with the amount of ointment on Mr Smith’s hand, you unspooled a new length of bandages from the roll and slowly wrapped it around Mr Smith’s hand, taking care to focus on the affected area and leave enough space between the fingers for him to move them easily.

“You-you’re good at this.”

You smiled. “I had to do this sort of thing all the time for Sadie when we were kids, it’s the sort of thing that’s hard to forget.” You glanced over at Sadie, frowning slightly when you saw that she was just staring into the fire while eating the soup. Her movements were stiff and lifeless, almost like she was a marionette being controlled by an indifferent puppeteer.

After the third layer of bandages, you gently held up Mr Smith’s hand, softly running the tips of your fingers along the sides, inspecting your work, making sure that it was secure but not so tight as to cause discomfort. “Does that feel alright Mr Smith?” You looked up at him, still gently holding his hand.

He nodded. “It feels fine.”

Nodding, you took the scissors and carefully cut the bandage, leaving enough of the material for you to be able to secure it so that your work wouldn’t come undone and be an inconvenience. “There you go.” You put Mr Smith’s hand on his knee before letting go and picking up the bowl of soup, that was thankfully still hot. “If you need it changed again, don’t be afraid to ask me.”

Mr Smith said nothing, just nodded before abruptly standing up, making you jump back slightly. He nodded at Mr Matthews before quickly leaving.

You stared at the door, wondering how you managed to send two men running so soon after meeting them. “Did I do something that time?”

“No, Charles is the quiet type, that’s all.” Mr Matthews replied, smiling kindly.

You weren’t sure if he was telling the truth or just trying to spare your feelings, so you just nodded and ate your soup.

“Has anyone seen John?”

You looked over at Miss Roberts, brow furrowed. “Who’s John?”

Miss Roberts bit her lip and looked down at Jack. “Jack’s father. We didn’t find him last night.”

“I’m sure he’s fine Abigail.” Mr Matthews assured her, patting her knee kindly. “Our John knows how to survive.”

Looking down at Jack, who was already almost finished with his soup, you felt your heart ache for the little boy. Despite Mr Matthews’s optimism, you were more skeptical. You had been on the mountain long enough to know how hard it could be out there in the cold, and with a storm like this, you could only imagine how much harder it would’ve been. You were almost positive that even Sadie, strong survivalist that she was, wouldn’t dare try her luck in these conditions.

“Can’t you send someone out to find him? Like Arthur?” Miss Roberts urged Mr Matthews.

“If he isn’t back by tomorrow I’ll do just that.” Mr Matthews promised. He rose from his seat, rubbing his gloved hands together. “Well, I better get back to it, see what Dutch has to say about all this.” He nodded at you and Sadie. “You two are welcome to stay with us as long as you need to.”

“Thank you Mr Matthews.”

He smiled and tipped his hat at you all before leaving, quickly closing the door behind him.

You looked over at Miss Roberts, who still looked worried. “I’m sure you’ll get your man back.” You said gently, reaching over to pat her knee.

Miss Roberts smiled weakly. “Well he-he ain’t really my man. But thank you. It’ll be nice for the boy to have his father around.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” You looked back down at Jack as you continued to eat your soup.

He seemed like a nice little boy, and he deserved to have his father around.

You knew very well the pain that came from having an absentee father. It wasn’t one you would wish on anybody.

“We should get you two into some new clothes.” Miss Grimshaw looked you and Sadie over before turning to the other women. “Miss Jones, Miss Gaskill, do you two have anything Mrs Adler and Miss [Last Name] could wear?”

“We’ll have a look.” Miss Jones replied, setting down her bowl.

You almost wanted to stop them, but your sense won out against your need to be polite. It had been days since you had worn something other than the nightgown you had on, and you imagined that some fresh clothes would do you and Sadie a world of good, and hopefully make you feel warmer.

“You’ve all been very kind.” You said, as the need to be polite was very much still there. “I don’t know how to thank you all.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something.” Miss Roberts said good naturedly.

“I bet Charles is thinking of a way to thank you for redoing those bandages all nice and gentle like.” Miss Jones added in a tone that was surprisingly rather teasing.

“Oh! He doesn’t have to do that!” You said, nearly choking on the last of your soup in your hurry to speak. “I-You don’t think he thinks that I’m expecting something in return do you?”

“Well if he ain’t I’m sure he’ll think of somethin’ regardless.” Miss Jones said, with a smile you couldn’t decipher. “He is a man after all.”

You frowned and furrowed your brow. “What’s that got to do with it?”

Miss Jones stopped in her search for clothes and looked at you quizzically. “You serious?”

“Just find those clothes Miss Jones!” Miss Grimshaw scolded. “You can talk about the ways of men once we’re off this Godforsaken mountain.”

Miss Jones shrugged and did as she was told, although she still had that look on her face.

“Any of those men give you trouble, you tell me.”

You jumped slightly, not expecting Sadie to say anything. “I don’t think I’ll-”

“Just say you’ll do it.”

You paused, surprised at the seriousness in Sadie’s voice. “I-Ok. I promise Sadie.”

She nodded. “Good.”

You stared at Sadie a little longer, before finally deciding to just leave it be. She’s always been protective, and while you doubted any of the men would look at you, you knew better than to argue with her on this sort of thing.

“Alright, let’s see if these’ll fit ya.” Miss Jones held out a dress. “Come on [Name], just pretend you’re trying on clothes in Paris!”

You couldn’t stop the giggle that came forth. “Very well mademoiselle.” You said as you got up and approached Miss Jones. “Sadie always said I was good at using my imagination.”

Out of the corner of your eye, to your delight, you saw Sadie crack something like a small smile.

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Love is Blind: Chapter 7

A/N: Oh my sweet, amazing, darling little pumpkins!! You guys are awesome!!! Thank you so much for your kind words and support!! I wish I could give all of you big fat hugs!!! You guys know the drill! Lmk if there are any mistakes and if you’d like to be added to the tag list!! And now, chapter 7!!

Seth Rollins x Blind OFC

Warnings: Language, and if you squint really really hard and tilt your head to the left you might see a glimmer of hope!

Word Count: 2000+

Summary: Seth was Lily’s world, she was foolish enough to think that she was his. That is until he leaves her behind in pursuit of his dreams. What happens when fate throws them together again years after the heartache and tears? How can Lily see past the pain of the past when she can’t see at all?

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Amanda frantically looked for Lily, some friend she was, losing Lily when she needed her the most. As she ran around the corner she let out a sigh of relief when she saw Lily being held by her friends, grateful that there wasn’t any sign of Seth. Too bad she spoke too soon.

Lily was caught up in reuniting with Renee, Dean and Roman when an all too familiar scent hit her nose. For a brief second she closed her eyes, inhaled and allowed it to engulf her. When she opened her eyes again, they were full of unshed tears.

“L-Lily.” The first word uttered from Seth after so many painful and lonely years.

Everyone froze, silence so deafening, one could hear a pin drop. No one dared to breathe for fear of causing some sort of messed up chain reaction. Lily bit her bottom lip trying desperately to keep it from quivering.

Seth didn’t think, he just walked straight for her, caught off guard when she turned around, facing him. He felt the air leave his lungs as he looked into her eyes for the first time in years.

Lily stood still, listening to his footsteps as he got closer. Roman and Dean were rigid and Renee gave Lily’s hand a gentle squeeze, the three of them watching Lily and Seth’s every move.

After all the prayers, heartache and tears, Seth was finally standing in front of Lily again. All he wanted to do was pull her into his arms and never let her go... but he knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t hope that things would magically be as they once were. It would take time and hard work, but if she was willing to give him a second chance then he’d be willing to do damn near anything just so he could have her back in his life. But all that came to a screeching halt with one tiny word.

“Why?” Lily whispered, a single tear sliding down her cheek.

Seth was dumbfounded. He didn’t know how to answer that. She placed her soft hand gently on the face that was tattooed on her heart.

“I would’ve gone with you to the ends of the earth had you simply asked.” Her voice so quiet and small. With that she turned and walked away, not knowing where she was going, but she really didn’t care.

Seth would rather she screamed at him, push him, hell, he’d even take her slapping him. That he could handle, but he couldn’t handle seeing his once strong and fearless Lily so vulnerable and fragile, all because of him.

Seth went to follow after Lily but was stopped by a severely pissed off Amanda. Before he could protest, she clamped a hand over his mouth. Nodding her head towards a vacant room, she pulled him by his arm (although truth be told she would’ve much rather pull him by his ear) and dragged him away from their beloved Lily.

Once the door was shut Seth went to speak but immediately shut up when Amanda glared at him. They stood there in silence for what felt like eternity. She had the right mind to throttle him for the pure hell he put Lily through.

“Do you know who I am?” Amanda asked with a scowl that could make the Undertaker quiver with fear. She couldn’t help but chuckle on the inside at how mob like she sounded.

Seth simply nodded.

“You know who Lily is to me?”

Again, just a nod in response. Of course he knew who Amanda was. He knew everything about Lily’s life, knew how close they were and knew how intensely protective Amanda is of her best friend.

“Good. I’m only going to say this once, so listen up. Lily has had my back since day one. When everyone told me I was stupid to pursue music, she was the ONLY one who encouraged me to do so, she’s been there for me when I was at my lowest of lows and she dropped everything to come on tour with me when I broke my damn hand. So believe me when I say that there is nothing, and I mean nothing, I wouldn’t do for her, so if I see so much as one more sad tear because of you, I will not hesitate to lay your ass flat! Broken hand or not!”

Seth let out a sigh, knowing that he couldn’t argue with her. If the rolls were reversed, and someone hurt Dean or Roman, he’d be acting the same way. He knew he had to fix this if he had any hopes of winning his Lily back.

“Look” Seth said, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I know I screwed up. I screwed up big time and not a day goes by that I don’t regret the shit out of it, but please believe me when I say that I would happily spend the rest of my life making it up to Lily if she’d have me back.”

Amanda stood there listening to what Seth was saying, scrutinizing his every word and movement. Inside she was secretly hoping that he meant what he was saying. Although she hated to admit it she knew that Lily still loved him. The dumb asses needed each other.

“Fine.... but I mean it, Rollins! One more tear-“

“I know, my ass is grass. Believe me, I don’t want to hurt her anymore than I already have.”

Satisfied with his response, she simply nodded and left the room, leaving Seth to figure out a way to get back in Lily’s good graces.

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Renee and Amanda sat with Lily on the couch in Lily’s hotel room while Dean and Roman watched the three women. After the show they decided it would be best to head back to where Amanda and Lily were staying. As fate would have it, they were staying at the same hotel that the WWE superstars were staying in. Dean and Roman were a little tired from performing. That, and the fact that the four of them chased Lily down before she got lost or hurt. Roman was the first to reach her.

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Lily stormed down the hallway, not caring where she ended up. She could hear the others catching up so, as juvenile as it was, she started walking faster, breaking out into a jog.

“Uh-uh baby girl, nice try.” Roman grunted as he threw his arms around her waist, hoisting her into the air, walking towards Dean’s dressing room.

“Put me down, Roman!” She said through gritted teeth, squirming in his hold.

“Not gonna happen, doll.” Dean said catching up, Renee close behind.

“Um, what’s going on here?!” Hunter asked, slightly worried at the scene unfolding in front of him.

Renee motioned for Roman to take a still struggling Lily into the room, Dean following them inside along with Amanda who had just rejoined the group.

“Before you freak out, there’s somethings you need to know.” Renee explained calmly to a very confused Hunter, “When Dean, Seth, Roman and I were in college Seth was going through a similar situation, y’know, headaches, little to no sleep and irritable all the time. We didn’t know what to do, we were so worried about him and desperate for a solution.”

“How did you guys get him to snap out of it?” Hunter was willing to try anything at this point.

“We had almost lost all hope, then, one day, Lily happened. The girl Roman was just wrangling.” Renee said when she saw the confusion on Hunter’s face. “She was the only thing that pulled him out when he was drowning. A girl, who most considered broken, was able to hold Seth at night and reassure him that all would be alright.”

“Ok,” Hunter said, scratching his beard, “what happened then?”

“Well,” she said, letting out a sigh “they moved in together, started dating, fell in love. But, Seth being Seth, decided to end things, thinking it would be easier for Lily since he was gone most of the time. How he ended things tho was pretty tragic.”

“I’m afraid to ask but what did he do?” Hunter felt like he was listening to a soap opera.

“He simply stopped all communications with her without any explanation.” Renee wiped a stray tear from her cheek. “It nearly broke her.”

“As sad as all of this is, why is she here and more importantly, why is Roman man handling her?”

“Well, she had a run in with Seth just now and some emotions were let loose, so she took off. Roman is taking her to Dean’s dressing room for the remainder of the show. As for why she’s here, well, you asked if we had any solutions. She’s the only thing that can save him. That is, if they’re willing.”

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“You sure you don’t want me to stay with you?” Amanda asked, hugging Lily goodnight. Dean, Roman and Renee had long since returned to their respected rooms, physically and emotionally drained from the events earlier that day.

“I’m sure. All I want to do now is climb under a mountain of blankets and pass out.” She gave Amanda her best reassuring smile while ushering her out the door.

Once she was alone she drew herself a soothing, warm bath and soaked away the heartache and pain that reopened from being around Seth again. When she was dressed she collapsed on the bed. It was then that she allowed her tears to fall and her sobs to run free. She didn’t care how loud she was being, she needed to get this out or it would do nothing but fester.

Suddenly her breath started to hitch. Oh no, not now. Not when she’s alone. She started hyperventilating between each cruel sob, her body shaking uncontrollably. She tried reaching for her phone to call Amanda but knocked it off the side table in the process. This only caused her to panic even more. Gasping for air and feeling light headed, she started to fade. Just then she felt strong arms wrap around her, forcing her onto her back.

“Shit, breathe, baby, breathe. That’s it, deep, slow breaths.” Rough hands smoothed her hair out if her face, forehead meeting forehead.“You’re ok, pretty baby, everything’s gonna be ok.” Flipping them both, Lily’s head was laid on a hard chest, fingers lovingly stroking through her hair as she continued to cry, body trembling.

Calming down, Lily was finally able to breath normally. Her tears ceasing and her weeping turning into small whimpers here and there. When she felt lips on her temple, however, she snapped. Pushing with all her might, she tried to create some distance. When that didn’t work she resorted to small fists pounding against solid chest.

“Let go of me, Seth!” She yelled, “How did you even get in here?! Forget that, why are you here?” She continued her assault on his chest, but he kept his hold on her. The dam breaking and years of pent up pain and anger unleashed on him.

“You have no r-right to be here! You, you left me! Let me go like I was some useless piece of garbage!!” She wailed.

Defeatedly she gave up, she knew she was no match for his strength. Instead she covered her face and quietly cried.

“I gave you all of me...” she whispered “and it wasn’t enough.”

Seth’s heart was shattering all over again, but he deserved it. ‘You did this to her when you chose to let her go, asshole!!’ he reminded himself. She was saying the truth, who was he to argue with her?

His room was right next to hers and he could hear every sob. When he couldn’t handle it anymore, he ran to the concierge’s desk and demanded a key to Lily’s room. It’s a good thing he did too, had he not, who knows what would’ve happened to her? It tore him apart finding her convulsing, gasping for air while her body was wracked with merciless sobs.

Shuttering at the thought, he pulled her closer to his chest, his lips in her hair as his hands ran up and down her back. He didn’t know if he’d ever get to hold her again so he was going to saver every second.

“I know baby, I completely screwed up and I broke not only your heart but your trust as well. I have no right to be here and nothing I can do will change the past. I know you’re better off without me and you don’t need me, but” he sighed. Here goes nothing, “I need you.”

Lily felt her heart flutter.

“I have no right asking you for a second chance, but I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you’ll have me.”

Seth felt like his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. He knew what he was asking of Lily was 100% selfish, but if there was even one iota of a chance she’d take his sorry ass back, then he had to try.

Placing a hand in his chest, Lily gently pushed herself away from him and sat up with her back to him. Truth be told she wanted nothing more than to give in, to have him back in her life, but could she trust him so intimately again? Was she willing to chance the heartbreak?

Seth wanted to pull his hair out as he sat waiting for her answer. Not knowing is far worse than getting a negative response. Just as he was beginning to lose hope, he heard her soft voice.

“It’s going to take time.” She whispered, “I can’t just give you my heart again.”

It wasn’t the answer that Seth was hoping for, but there was a small glimmer of hope, so he took it.

“Ok” he said, leaning towards her and placing a small kiss on her temple. Getting up off the bed, he was about to leave, hand in the door knob.

“Seth?”

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