#FUCK ONC!!! GET SOME WRITING COURSES YOU JACKASSES

[disventure-rewrite-takes]

Why is Emily becoming Riya 2.0 😭 Watch her say some bs like "I was always pretending trevor😈"

NO FOR REALLL but i'll tell you why :3 it's because ONC know they've written trevek really badly and gave them zero chemistry, while emily and trevor have everything trevek wished they have, so they eliminated the woman that gets in-between the precious yaoi ship so all the fujoshis and fetishizers continue giving them their money! :D

[eddywoww]

Okay but tempted to write a Christmas fic

Steve gets his first big job during college and unfortunately it’s a temporary gig. Robin gets him the rec and Steve deeply regrets it from the get go.

Because yeah, he has to wear stupid striped tights and a green tunic and a humiliating hat. He has to be one of Santa’s elves.

He doesn’t love it but it pays alright, even if it’s just seasonal. The kids are mostly okay (bar the ones who are not okay at all) and Santa himself is an alright guy. The only problem with being home and being in the Most Populated place on earth (ie the mall) is that Steve keeps seeing people he knows. And then he sees his ex.

It’s fine. It’s whatever. Except it totally isn’t and he’s just gotten off his shift, so as soon as she calls his name, he ducks right out of the way and goes flying past her. Nope, absolutely not. He’s not shooting the shit with a girl who stomped methodically on his entire heart like it was fun.

So what does he do? He runs into the nearest open store and hides. Like a coward. He darts right into the changing room and shuts the door and he doesn’t care if he causes a scene because what the fuck? Could she not see the literal panic in his eyes?

Steve tries to wait it out and starts to get anxious thinking someone will come knocking eventually. And they do.

“Uh, you can come out now,” A voice says just behind the door. A male voice. “I think the girl following you is gone. Which, hey. That’s the first time I’ve seen THAT happen. You good? You on the run? You need an alibi-“

Steve can’t take anymore yapping, his face burning already, so he throws the door open and nearly hits the dude on the other side. Who is like- he’s weird, that’s what. He’s lanky and kind of goth. Long hair, tattoos, black clothes. Maybe some eyeliner, Steve isn’t sure.

He’s hard to not look at.

And then he does the most ridiculous thing.

His surprised expression quickly morphs into something flirty. He lifts one hand and touches the doorframe like a jackass, eyes trailing over Steve. A move Steve has literally used on girls before. And then there’s Steve. Who is still in the dumb outfit, of course. It’s never felt more cumbersome than in this moment.

“I guess Santa brought my gift early.”

Steve blanks out so hard that the guy immediately starts apologizing. Which isn’t entirely necessary, just-

“I’m straight.”

And then the guy just looks at Steve. Gives him another once over and shrugs.

“You wanna get lunch with me tomorrow? In the food court?”

He has no reason to say yes. So explain why he actually does say yes. Explain why he does it and he has a good time with a hot topic employee (also a college student) named Eddie.

Cue Elf Steve’s Big Gay Adventure

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

HEYY girl 💗 could I req a bam x fem reader where they’re enemies to lovers becuase y/n is just as reckless as he is?? Thank you 🫶

The Stuntgirl Rule

Bam breaks the one rule the crew all agreed on when they first added a girl to the group, which wouldn’t be as big of a deal if they didn’t hate each other. All this animosity builds and builds until Y/N finally figures out how to knock Bam down a peg.

Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

(Fluff, Angst)

3.8k Words

Warnings: Extremely suggestive content, enemies to lovers, crude language, blood, snakes, misogyny, Madonna-Whore complex, injuries, hospitals, flirting, slut shaming, situationships

An: Thank you so much for the request!! I’ve come to find out I really do love writing for enemies to lovers pairings :) More than that, I got to do a lot of research for this fic with psychological complexes, especially (as the tags indicate) the Madonna-Whore complex!! If you can’t tell by now, I’m a bit of a nerd when it comes to writing XD I also experimented with making Bam a bit of an unreliable narrator in this one to wort of show his thought process better. I’ve been told my writing takes the asshole out of him but I’m pretty sure this fic put it right back in, so be warned! If you want an idea of the dynamic I was going for, the dynamic betwen Bam and Y/N reminded me a lot of this clip from the 2016 revival of the musical, Falsettos! Ah, my theater kid past…But thank you for the request and please keep sending more!!

Kneeling on the grass, you sat eye to eye with the King Cobra you somehow got a permit to film with. The whole “Kiss of Death” stunt got shuffled around to a couple of the other guys before it landed on you but hell, you couldn’t complain- dangerous shit was kinda your thing, and otherwise the next person in line would’ve been Bam and you knew exactly how that would turn out- the yelling, the laughing, the storming off set. All the guys stood around, looming over you with bated breaths as you slowly leaned over the snake, the hot Florida sun beating down on your skin as the air swam with anticipation. But as you were creeping in, right before your lips made contact with the Cobra’s forehead, the thing lunged at your neck. Everybody hooted and hollered as you grabbed the snake and lurched back in an act of quick reflexes, chuckling in surprise, but before you could crack some wise ass joke, your cockiness betrayed you and that smug grin on your face was wiped right off your face when you felt a pair of fangs sink into your wrist. “Agh! Fuck…” Yanking your hand back, you shook out the sting as you stumbled to your feet. Steve, who was serving as impromptu cameraman after Rick ‘refused any part in your dangerous bullshit’, focused the lense in on the blood that was tricking from your arm, “Shit…that’s gnarly, dude.” Though you probably should have been concerned for yourself, you couldn’t stop thinking about how awesome it looked as Johnny patted you on the back appreciatively, “That was great, Y/N!”

As you were getting walked to the medic tent, the only one who didn’t want any part in your little victory parade was Bam, still sitting half slumped back on set, glaring at you as you walked away. Big whoop, girl gets bit by snake. Last week he got on a teeter totter in the bullpen and you don’t see that on any headlines. Maybe he hated the way the guys talked and joked with you like you were one of them even though you joined the Jackass cast less than a month ago. On the other hand, maybe he was still pissed off by the very real but entirely unspoken ‘Don’t Fuck the Stuntgirl’ rule. Of course Bam brought that sorta thing up when you first joined because he’ll there’s a lot you can do once you’ve got a chick in your group, but Johnny quickly shut the idea now by saying since they wouldn’t screw any of the other guys in the crew, they’d be keeping their hands off of you. Keeps things from getting awkward when you gotta see eachother on Monday, you know? But since Bam’s running theory of you only having gotten on set after getting into Knoxville’s pants hadn’t been disproven, he wrote it off as him making the whole thing up to keep the pretty girl all to himself. Greedy asshole. Who was he to say what he could and couldn’t stick his dick into? God, he bet the whole crew was passing you around- behind trailers, in empty hotel rooms, or what about those porta-potties on set…Bam decided to stop thinking about that once some things got stirred in his mind he didn’t really want to think about too long.

Getting bandaged up in the medic tent, you hardly noticed when Bam walked in after everybody left, watching quietly and scanning you up and down from where he stood. He looked from the bruises on your knees Bam was sure he knew the source of, to your baggy clothes that always made you look like a guy with the way they sat on your body, to your hair that was unkempt and showed just how little you cared about your appearance in his eyes. You were the exact opposite of Bam’s type in women- that dark lipstick tight bootcut fantasy goth chick with a great ass that also wasn’t a bitch. Looking up from where you were bleeding through your gauze, you made eye contact with him nonchalantly, “What is it?” Bam’s eye twitched at the disinterested tone in your voice but he kept up the whole smug thing, “You cryin’?” The medic had to scoot out of the way as you leaned in towards him and squinted at the realization that Bam was getting that whole ‘hating you’ stick up his ass again. “Does it look like I’m crying?” Part of him wanted to see you cry. Bam’s eyes drifted back to your hair, thinking about how satisfying it would be to grab a handful of it and yank you to your feet with his lips pressed tight against your ear as he said every awful word he was too nice to say to your face- that he knew everything about nasty hoes like you worked, and while it was cute how quickly the guys took to you, he was getting pretty damn sick of it so it was time for you to get the hint and hit the road. But he didn’t.

The medic passed you a container of pills that you palmed and that’s when Bam got an idea, “That snake oughta be on antibiotics instead’a you.” Scoffing at his unoriginal joke, you cocked your head to the side, “Really? You think a little blood’s that nasty? Y’damn baby…” Outside the tent, there was no doubt amongst the guys that another one of your petty fights were starting and nobody was looking forward to it. Well, except you. You found the little bickering thing you had with him fun, especially with all the weak ass insults Bam threw at you. “I mean, anything that comes outta you’s nastier than whatever Steve-O’s got goin’ on in him- that guy’s a disease nest.” This was too easy. “Yeah, says the guy who let him tongue his ass wound...” Wait, you were at that party too- the one where Steve popped ecstasy and went around kissing everyone cause he ‘felt good’? Bam’s jaw clenched at the way you always had an answer to him- how dare you one up him. He jabbed a finger at your chest, “Oh, don’t talk that shit. You wouldn’t even have the balls to get branded in the first place!” Unable to help yourself from cracking a smile, your giddiness was apparent in your voice, “I got more balls than you do.” As much as you hated how much of a little bitch he could be, you always thought the back and forth thing you had between him wasn't ever that serious (a contrast to the way Bam viewed it). Delight filled you as he stormed out of the flap of the white medical tent, blushing and emasculated and- while he would never admit this, kind of turned on by the angry banter like it was some kinda foreplay.

You needed soap. That’s how it started- after shooting one day, you went back to the hotel and noticed halfway through your shower that the room service lady forgot to leave any of those tiny complimentary soaps. Groaning, you got out of the comfortable, warm, sorely needed shower and put on a towel, thinking you could go next door and get some from the guys. It’s not like you hadn’t seen them naked before, so them seeing you in a towel was no big deal. Water dripped off of your legs as you walked out into the hallway, pushing open the door to their room which was left unlocked. From what you could tell, they had gone to the hotel bar promptly after filming, so you didn’t bother to announce your presence as you walked in. However, you had one major oversight in this- Bam, who you didn’t notice from where he was sitting on one of the beds on the near side of the room. Now, you and him could have gone on just hating and fucking with each other and everything would’ve been fine, but this one incident would change it.

From where he sat on the bed, Bam silently watched as you walked around like you owned the place, softly humming to yourself as you rummaged through their shower- through his shower, the towel you wore riding up dangerously high on the backs of your thighs, skin still glistening wet as you bent over, nabbing a few little bottles of shampoo and conditioner. He glared at you with contempt through your reflection in the mirror. You’d probably do this even if the whole crew was here, wouldn’t you? Just stroll on in, nearly naked, parading yourself around in front of all those dudes like it was nothing. Shameless. He knew better than anything what that kinda porno logic setup would devolve into. Wait- christ, was he…? Oh, oh yeah. Yep. Bam couldn’t believe himself- he was actually getting hard. More than that, you had no clue he was there in the first place even as you turned to leave, and you wouldn’t have noticed him at all if he didn’t stand up to catch your attention. “What’re you doin’?” Turning around, you met Bam’s gaze, maybe six inches away from his body as you held up your towel with one hand and presented him your spoils in the other, “I’m getting soap…?” Unceremoniously plucking one of the bottles from your hands, he squinted at you like he was accusing you of something, “So you think y’can just waltz on in here and take my shit whenever you feel like it?”

Looking around at the empty room, you got an idea to really get under his skin. You know how Bam uses his little rich boy MTV paycheck to get whatever he wants? Well your pockets may not be lined as generously but you still found a way. Taking a step forward, you pressed your body right up against his, the same way you saw all those flirty girls do to him at the bar, letting your towel slip down a little as your voice dropped into a teasing coo, trying to provoke him, “Aww, what’s the matter? You don’t like sharing?” While you were referring to the soap, Bam took it as a double entendre and thought there was no way you didn’t mean it in the way he was thinking- what with the way your chest was squished tight against his torso or how you were practically straddling his thigh in, and this is important here, only a towel. In your eyes, this was the same as any other day you were going back and forth on set, but Bam, oh. He could feel the surge of hormones in his bloodstream as his breath caught in his throat, Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. The way your body was curving against his nearly made him forget about why he hated you so much. Snapping back to reality, he couldn't tell if this was anger or lust that made him speechless, but it was probably a mix of the two. Leaning in closer, you pressed your lips close to your ear, his very obvious state of arousal only fueling your teasing as you words fell slow, melodically from your lips as you enunciated, trying to keep yourself from laughing and fucking it all up. “I’m gonna take this soap back to my room, and I am going to rub it over every inch of my wet. Naked. Body- and you are gonna do nothing about it. So, uh…” Reaching out with a grin, you grabbed the bottle back from Bam’s frozen hand. Now, logic would dictate that this is right about when the two of you would say fuck it and start going at eachother, but that’s not what you had in mind. “Thanks!” Slipping out the door and shutting it loudly, you left him standing there- unable to respond, entirely conflicted, and hard. Fuck.

Why was this happening? He was Bam Margera- Bam fucking Margera- he could have hordes of playboy bunnies folowing him arround wherever he want and fawning over him like their lives depended on it, but noooo. He had to fall for the gross chick he worked with. Perfectly fine, well-adjusted (debatable) women literally threw themselves at his feet on a day to day basis, and the one he’s got his eye set on? Yeah, last week she was doing lines of Tabasco sauce with Steve-O off the table at Denny’s cause they got bored waiting for their food. What a catch. He didn’t even want to meet up with the guys to go pick up chicks at the bar anymore- you know, the civilized kind that wore makeup and shoes you couldn’t skateboard in. And you didn’t even want him the way those girls wanted him- you were messing with his head like some succubus. Very quietly, he sat back down in the bed and thought about some things.

Bam was having a hard time letting everything that was happening with you go- that’s not the kind of guy he is, you know? Too many big feelings in a small package gotta go somewhere. So when he showed up on set the next day, hyped up to do that stunt where he was set to get shot by a riot control shotgun wearing nothing but a leather jacket for protection, his emotions were not in any way subdued when he caught word that Knoxville gave the stunt to you. “Dude!” Storming up to confront him, Bam pulled the asshole away from whatever conversation he was having with Jeff, “I mean, seriously? You got Y/N to do the stunt and not me?” Sticking his hands up in a mercy gesture, Johnny stammered but managed to explain himself, “I’m just sayin, man- It’d work better for her! You know- you have your skating stuff, she’s got the dangerous stuff! You could always watch from the sidelines…” Yeah, real nice save there, Knoxville. Bam hated whenever you did stunts- not because he didn’t like that you were equally as reckless as him, no way- it’s just that he thought chicks shouldn’t be doing dangerous shit, and you were always there to throw yourself in harm's way, and that annoyed him. You were standing off to the side, joking around with Chris and Steve when you felt someone suddenly grab your shoulder from behind and roughly spin you around to face him, “You know, I had some fuckin’ ideas about you, Y/N, but this really takes the cake.” Grimacing, you stood eye to eye with Bam, a little too close to his body to be comfortable. “What the hell are you talking about?” Bam took a step back, eyeing you up and down as he got ready to say what had been eating away at him for weeks. His voice was tense as he nearly growled, “You’re fuckin’ Knoxville.” What?

“Wait, I’m fucking Knoxville?” You certainly were not, but your mind put two and two together lightning fast, tracing his train of thought. It was like a switch flipped in you as rage curled up in your stomach, springing out of your mouth in words that dripped with venom, “Oh, please! You’re probably takin’ it up the ass from all of ‘em!” It was only natural that you would deny it- I mean, it’s kinda taboo for people to admit that they’re sleeping with their boss. But Bam couldn’t summon the words he needed to use to defend himself from what you claimed, so he said the only words his anger-fried brain could come up with, “Fuck you!” Flashing a grin, you got all in his personal space as your voice went from anger to condescension, “Oh, you wish.” Back to the snarky shit with this woman. Okay, maybe he did, but that was none of your business. Bam pressed his lips together as he could feel the tips of his ears heating up, and he couldn’t tell if he was getting flustered from the way you were challenging him or how correct what you were insinuating was. The fact that your lips were nearly touching his wasn't helping either. Taking advantage of your close proximity, Bam quickly reached out and snatched the shotgun from where you were gripping it and dashed off.

Oh, you said Bam had no balls? Yeah, he’s got more balls than the tri-state lottery, bitch. Shoving the gun into Ryan’s hands, he didn’t even notice when Rick started filming from where he was setting up the camera for the stunt you were supposed to do. Stepping back, Bam smacked his own chest twice in a challenging gesture, looking at his best friend but saying words he wanted to say to you, “C’mon, man. Hit me. Do it!” Knowing better than anyone the way he could get into these kinds of moods, Ryan knew the only way to talk him down was to go along with whatever stupid plan he had in mind. Groaning, he steadied the sight on where Bam was standing, aiming for his stomach where it would result in the least damage, and pressed his finger against the trigger. This loud, sickening whip cracking sound made everyone on set jump. The man on the other end of the barrel doubled over with this noise you only hear out of dying animals, falling to the ground with a thump as every ounce of air wooshed out of his lungs in a second. It was the way Bam looked like roadkill with how he curled up on the ground, not making a sound or movement, that made you feel a shred bad for him for the very first time. Looking around, you were the first person to call out, “…Medic?”

Internal bleeding they said. Three broken ribs on account of Dunn’s stellar marksmanship and a gnarly bruise, or so you heard from when the guys gathered around his bedside and were all gasps and oohs after Bam pulled down the sheets in when Steve asked to take a look at it. But after everyone was done grimacing and telling him how awesome the footage would turn out, they flooded out the door and the only person who remained was you, smugly sitting in one of those stiff hospital chairs as Bam lay across from you in his bed, hooked up to electrodes and shit like they do in movies. But there was something different in your eyes as you got up to his bedside- not so much your usual loathing towards him, but more so fascination. Bam got knocked down a peg, and you were satisfied knowing his ego was bruised alongside those abs of his he so loved to flaunt.

Bam’s words came out in a weak mumble as he looked up at you, “What d’you want?” As much as he tried to appear all tough and be a big angry man, you couldn’t help but find the sight of him laying back with his hair a little messy and that glossy look in his eyes from the epidural kinda cute with how vulnerable he was. He couldn’t make fun of you when he was at your mercy like this, what with not being able to even sit up on his own, much less fight or come up with any worthwhile insults. With one finger, you pointed down to the swollen, dark purple mark on Bam’s pale skin, lit up from the light flooding in the window. You nearly snickered, “I wanna touch it.” Crossing his arms over his chest, Bam scoffed at your suggestion, “Fine, whatever….It doesn’t even hurt- oh, fuck!“ Recoiling when you poked the tender bruise, Bam nearly let out a whimper as he winced, pain shooting through his chest. Letting out a breathy groan, he muttered, his head falling back against the pillow, “Don’t- don’t do that…” Part of you wanted to laugh at him, call him a pussy, and go find out wherever the other guys were headed, but another part of you, maybe one you went too eager to own up to, couldn’t deny that he looked kind of pretty when he got fucked up, all fragile and defeated. Like it activated something primal in you, this unconscious attraction towards broken things. You came to the realization that, when that mouth and that attitude of his wasn’t fucking it up, he was pretty hot.

The thing is, both of you liked each other, but neither were too eager to jump at that whole romcom style ‘confessing your feelings’ thing, so for the next few weeks, you tried to keep up the whole hating each other charade. Like when you and him were on the mini-ramp Chris hauled to set with his truck to give you something to do in between filming, and Bam just kept messing up whatever trick he was intent on doing that day. Up he’d go, then down to the plywood with a slam that left him a shiny new bruise- back and forth. “Y’know, it’s a lot easier to do tricks once you’ve learned to stay on your board.” You taunted, kicking up your board to stand on the one side of the ramp. But as he was about to reply with some smart ass response, Bam nailed whatever stupidly over complicated thing he was attempting. “Hahaha! Yes!” Popping his board up with one foot and, turning to you with a triumphant grin, he did one of those victory crotch grabs. “Suck it!” Ignoring the fact that, given the right circumstances, you probably would’ve taken him up on that offer, you rolled your eyes, looking him up and down in a way you hoped looked sarcastic as you spat, “Yeah, in your dreams.” Still, while the venom in your words was still there, it was dulled in a way, like a swallowing a spoonful of sugar after bitter medicine. “Oh, I’d rather rip my dick off and shove it up my ass before I let you suck it!” Bam had the same shitty comebacks as ever.

And the fact that you two were phoning it in wasn’t lost in the slightest on the rest of the guys. They’d try to drop hints to Bam and say that if he’s got the hots for you that it’d be a good idea to try not being an asshole for once, but he’d just laugh them off and tell them that that’s what chicks like nowadays- assholes. But they had no clue. All anyone else knew was that the seemingly boiling hatred you had for each other had melted into a mere simmer, practically friendly banter. Maybe Bam didn’t hit the mark when he said you were fucking the whole crew, but was right about you being shameless, as he would come to find out a few weeks into whatver the two of you had going on. But now, he wasn't one to complain when you pulled him behind a trailer on set, or into an empty hotel room- hell, even into one of those porta-potties on set. Honestly, it was just like how he imagined.

[jackassbrainrot]

god bless you for writing for dico this place was in dire needs of some dico love <3333

having said that I need more of him being bratty and meannnn

always right [dico x f!reader]

desc: you and dico are friends with benefits, and the benefits are that he gets to bully and fuck you

a/n: jackass tumblr is experiencing extreme (mean) dico brainrot lol so I have to be the supply for this demand, hope y'all like it! love writing dico, I want him so bad it makes me look stupid. btw eating ice cream cake while writing >>>

warnings: smut, teasing, masturbation, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, degradation kink, dico being a bastard, little bit of overstimulation

word count: 953

"You're such a slut." Dico's breath tickled your ear, standing behind you while you watched Bam and Raab run shopping carts into walls. "What?" You asked, ignoring the blood rushing to your cheeks, not turning to meet his gaze. "You know exactly what I'm talking about." You did, of course you did, but why would you admit that to him? You heard his cocky grin in his words even though you couldn't see his face, and you refused to fall into his little trap. "Cat got your tongue?" It sounded like his smile somehow grew even wider, your defiance making the whole ordeal more fun for him.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You retort, still refusing to look at him, or dignify him with any kind of major reaction. "Mm, so that's a normal reaction to being called a useless bitch?" His tone was condescending, repeating the words that made you rub your thighs together earlier that day while filming. Your cheeks were red now, breath hitching in your throat. He laughed cruelly, satisfied with your reaction. "Thought so."

That night you find yourself in his bed, again. You were lying next to each other, naked, lips swollen, exchanging violent kisses. "You were such a fucking dick today." You said between kisses, making him laugh. "I'm always a dick." He bites your lower lip hard, as if to prove his point, hands moving down your body. "You can't do that in front of people, Bran."

"No one would notice if you didn't react like that." He placed his hand on your pussy as if he was going to push his fingers into you but he just rested it there, making you squirm impatiently. "See, that's what I'm talking about. You're so easy." His words were laced with fake sympathy, his self satisfied smirk betraying him. "Am not."

"Oh yeah?" He took your words as a challenge, per usual, barely dipping his fingers into you, pulling away when your hips moved upwards to get his fingers deeper. "Come ooooon" You whine, hearing him giggle in your ear as he moves his fingers teasingly, barely touching you. "Just admit I'm right."

"Fuck you, I'll do it myself then." You swat his hand away, sliding two fingers into yourself, fucking yourself with your fingers. Dico chuckles, his lips almost touching the shell of your ear. "You know it doesn't feel nearly as good as when I do it." His voice dropped an octave, and you nodded dumbly, fingers still moving in and out of your pussy.

"Just say I'm right and I'll make you feel so good." He drew out the last two words, hand moving to rest over yours while you kept fucking yourself with it. Despite the heat of his hand so close to where you wanted it to be, you shook your head, determined to get your way for once. He tsked at your defiance, nibbling at your ear, making goosebumps rise on your skin. "Oh, Dico, you're always right, please finger fuck me." His voice was mocking, an exaggerated high pitched tone.

"Shut up." You gritted through your teeth, even though you were so close to repeating his words. The hand that was resting on top of yours pushed, making your fingers go deeper, finally pulling a moan out of you. "See, can't even make yourself feel good without my help." He was so proud of himself, smiling against your neck deviously. "Maybe you need my help saying it too, huh? Maybe you're just that dumb." His words made you whine and buck up into your own hand, the little self control you still had quickly slipping away. "C'mon, repeat after me. 'Dico, you're always right.'"

"Fuck you, you're always right." You said, frustrated and desperate, as you pulled your fingers out, waiting for him to make good on his promise. "Hm, close enough." He hummed before pushing his fingers deeper into you than you ever could, a pathetic moan leaving your mouth at the stretch. His fingers were longer, thicker, and though you hated to admit it, he knew your body better than you did.

"Doesn't that just feel so much better?" He asked despite knowing the answer, curling his fingers inside you. You couldn't do anything but moan, his skilled hands making your mind go blank and your body melt into his. He pressed kisses to your sensitive neck as he fucked you with his fingers mercilessly, making you squirm in his arms. You moaned his name loudly, nails digging into his back as you came on his fingers.

His movements didn't cease even as your body shook and twitched, overstimulated. "Bran, stop, I-" He cut you off, not letting you finish your sentence. "You can take it." His fingers slipped out of you soon enough and he flipped you onto himself by your hips. You were straddling his lap now as he positioned you over his dick before pushing you down on it. You moaned in unison, yours desperate and overstimulated, his relieved.

He fucked up into you, every thrust pulling a whimper out of your already fucked out body as he used you to chase his own high. You felt the pleasure build up in your stomach again, muscles tightening around him, making his breathing unsteady. He lost his tempo quickly, movements becoming sloppy as he grabbed your hips to pull you down fully on his cock. The feeling was too much for you, a yelp leaving your mouth as you came, the tightening of your pussy pushing him over the edge.You collapsed onto his chest, feeling it rise and fall quickly, his breaths uneven.

"I fucking hate you."

"No, you don't."

"Yeah, you're right."

"Always am."

[giggly-squiggily]

I need some Lee Jotaro in my life. He's so grumpy and needs to show his smile more often

As of writing this, I'm rewatching JJBA Part 3 and I just have a NEED for Polnareff and Kakyoin tickling the living daylights out of Jotaro- so here we are :D I hope you like it anon!

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@gladdygirl18

“He’s quiet today.”

“He’s never been that talkative.”

“Yeah but he’s like, really quiet.

“You make a good point…”

Jotaro was quiet today. Not much for words, he at least made it a point to ask questions or give the old man some snark. Today though, he barely had the energy to do more than hum and nod; something that clearly threw off his hotel roommates.

“He’s not even glaring at us- wait, nevermind. He’s glaring now.”

“Oo, he looks mad! Think we’re the cause?”

“Of course we are- he’s looking straight at us- oh, he looked away.”

“Maybe it’s a Jostar thing-”

“Would you two shut the hell up?” He snapped, his patience thinning. “You’re annoying as hell!”

Kakyoin and Polareff seemed to be shocked by the sudden remark. Then they grinned, relieved almost. “He’s talking again!” The redhead cheered.

“Fantastique! Good for us!” The Frenchman agreed, performing his go- to handshake with the other. Jotaro sank further in his window seat, turning away with a low groan. It was times like this he wished he bunked with Avdol or the old man.

Of course, Grandpa Joseph never shut up, and Advol snored loudly. It was a lose lose either way.

“Oh, he’s mad again.” Kakyoin pointed out, shushing the pair as they stared at the Jostar before them. “Jojo, talk to us! What’s going on?”

“I told you already; you’re annoying.” He turned so his back was to them, leaning into the stiff cushions with a huff.

“I think not, monsieur. You were already like this when we got here.” Polnareff pointed out, getting up and walking over to the other. “Something on your mind?”

Jotaro responded by pulling his hat over his eyes, blocking the other out.

“Jotarooo~”

A one finger salute was what Polnareff got in return.

“Gah! My heart! You’ve wounded me!” Polnareff gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like he was actually struck. Doing a little twirl, he flopped unceremoniously across the younger man, half trapping him with his weight. “I’m not going to make it! Tell my wife I love her!”

“Get the hell off me! You don’t even have a wife!” Jotaro growled, trying to shove the other off. In his position however, combined with Polnareff’s dead weight, it proved near impossible. “Go lay on Kakyoin if you need a warm body to cuddle, you bastard!”

“Pfft, such a potty mouth!” The older man laughed, quickly trading positions as he took a seat on Jotaro’s hips, pushing the other on his back and squeezing at his ribs. “Back home, our Mère would threaten to wash our mouths out with soap if we even dared to mutter such words! Fortunately for you, I hate the taste of soap and wouldn’t put anyone else through it.”

“Polnareff!” The brunette seemed to stiffen up and squirm at once, jerkily grabbing at the Frenchman’s wrists as he simultaneously tried wiggling away, his seemingly permanent frown twitching against his set jaw. “St-Stop that! A-Ass! Fu-fuck off!”

“Oo, he’s big mad now!” kakyoin, who had been watching from the sidelines in glee, quickly got to his feet and ran over, sliding in to get at the base of Jotaro’s neck. “Come on Jojo- cheer up! Don’t be so grumpy!”

Well great- now he had two idiots tickling him! Jotaro was already struggling with Polarneff’s insistent fingers against the base of his ribs, and now he had Kakyoin going for that awful spot along his birthmark. He refused to give in! Screw these jackasses-

“Gehahahahah! Fuuhuhuhuck, nohohohoho!”

“Found it!” Polnareff laughed, his fingers pressing into the center rack of his ribcage, bringing forth an onslaught of giggles from the younger crusader. “There we are, now that wasn’t so hard to do, was it, Jotaro?”

“Look, he’s laughing! He’s laughing!” Kakyoin gloated, seemingly dazzled as he carried on massaging that terrible spot along his friend’s neck. “Jojo, you sound so cute!”

“The absolute cutest! A coochie coochie coo! A coochie coochie coo!”

“Shihihihiihiht! Fuhuhuhuhck! Aheahhahahhaha! Pohohoohohon! Kahahahhaaki! Enoohohoohohugh!” He was sure he was going to die. Between the Frenchman’s teasing tone to Kakyoin’s quick fingers, he was certain death was upon him. Forget Dio’s henchman; betrayal by two of the crusaders was his fate.

Just as he given up hope, a mutiny had begun.

“EEK!” Kakyoin squeaked with a yelp when Silver Charot’s sword poked his side, jabbing rapidly into his waist. “AHehahahahaha! Pohohoohohnareheheheehf! Whhahhat are yohohohou dohohohoihng?”

“Sorry Kakyoin; but I do believe we’ve tickled Jotaro far enough.” Grinning cheekily, he gave Jotaro’s hat a gentle knock before changing targets, lunging at the giggly redhead before him. “Now we get to tickle you!”

“Wahahait, whahahait-EHAHAH NOT THE LEHEHEHGS!”

As this went on, Jotaro let out a low, tired groan, pulling his hat over his face to hide the burning blush staining his cheeks. He was gonna kill those idiots-

Beside him, Kakyoin let out a dolphin-like shriek that sent Polnareff over the edge, the Frenchman collapsing half on top of him as he laughed himself silly. Kakyoin was losing it just as hard, half heartedly punching at the other man’s shoulder as he struggled to real in his goofy giggles. Jotaro felt any previous anger melt away near instantly, a smile tugging at his lips as he pulled his hat further down his face.

Fine, he wouldn’t kill them. Not today anyway.

Thanks for reading!

[dramatic-crying]

i hate you, but not really // ryan dunn x reader

description: you are one of Ehren's friends from high school (you're 3 years younger than him), and he always brings you to watch the boys film for Jackass the Movie. Because of this, you spend a lot of time on set, and Ryan and you have developed a bit of a rivalry... or so you thought.

warnings: language (obviously), enemies to lovers, ryan being a little shit, the reader also being a little shit

writing prompts:

"If it makes you feel better, you can slap me. Lightly."

"You deserve to know something."

"I have grown to care for you. Deeply."

word count: ~1.3k

The Jackass crew and I are currently in a golf course, getting ready to smash the shit out of some golf carts and mini golf attractions. Dico and Bam are gonna ride in one cart and Knoxville and Dunn are gonna be in the other. Knowing Ryan, he's gonna crash the fucking cart, as he always does, and get someone injured. But, of course, he thinks he's hilarious when it does happen. That man has no concern for anyone but himself, and it obviously shows in everything he does.

I'm forced out of my thoughts by a familiar voice behind me, the most annoying person that could talk to me right now. "How about a kiss for good luck, sweetheart?"

I whip around to find Ryan in all his grimy glory with a shit-eating grin on his face. I scoff aggressively and back up a few steps from him. "Eat dirt, asshole." I cross my arms.

He looks away incredulously and then right back at me, taking a few steps towards me. "You know what, why do you have to such a bitch all the time? I've never done anything to you, why do you have to hate me so much?"

My eyes widened, and I can feel my cheeks start to redden as his frustrating words begin to sink in. "Oh, really?" I interrogate him, my voice dripping in venom. "I'm a bitch to you? Says the person who hazed me the entire first week I hung out with you guys, including spray-painting a dick on my car!! Just leave me the fuck alone, please?"

As I turn away to return to the rest of the group, Ryan darts in front of me and says, "Okay, okay, okay. If it makes you feel better, you can slap me. Lightly."

"No! Why the hell would I do that?" I roughly push past him and down to the group of friends we share.

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After filming for the day, Knoxville suggests we all go out to dinner and invited me along. He suggests that we should all go home and change out of our disgusting clothes and then go out for dinner, which is exactly what we end of doing.

I hitch a ride from Ehren after I've already changed into clean clothes, and we're already halfway to the restaurant before he speaks up. "What's your problem with Ryan?"

Caught off guard with his strange question, I furrow my brows in contemplation. To be honest, I didn't really know anymore. It's just always felt right to hate him, but I realize that doesn't make any sense. So, I answer Ehren's question truthfully in return. "I don't really know. There's just something about him that gets under my skin."

"Do you mean... like in a good way?" He questions, meeting my gaze to raise his eyebrows.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" I look at him back in disgust.

He sighs in defeat and says, "Nevermind. I guess you two are a lost cause after all... Now I owe Dave 20 bucks."

Ehren and I are the last to arrive at the restaurant and we meet up with everybody right outside the front doors. My eyes immediately drift over to Ryan. But, with surprise, he actually looks pretty nice. For once, his clothes are actually clean, and his rusty orange shirt compliments his rosy cheeks delightfully.

I feel someone tap my left shoulder and find Bam playfully staring at me with one eyebrow raised. I sigh and confusedly ask, "What is it?"

He flicks his eyes from Ryan to me and back to him again. "Find something interesting to look at?"

I chuckle and push his shoulder, jokingly telling the brunette to shut up. What no one noticed at this point, and what Ryan would refuse to admit later, was that seeing me joke around with Bam sent a pang of sadness and envy through his body.

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At around 8:30, we had all finished eating and visiting with each other and unanimously decide to start to head home. I noticed that Ryan would barely look at me throughout the meal, which was weird considering that he usually picks fights with me at any given moment.

I begin to walk to Ehren's car to get a ride home, but I'm stopped cold in my tracks by a hand gently grasping my wrist. I turn around to find curly-haired Ryan staring straight back at me with a look of apprehension in his eyes. "What do you want?" I ask, not ripping my hand out of his grip yet.

It takes a few seconds for him to respond. When he does, his voice cracks. "Can I just talk to you for a second, alone?"

As I'm standing in front of him, pondering my next words carefully, I suddenly notice who Ryan really is for the first time ever. He's not cruel, he's compassionate. He's not careless, he's thoughtful. "Um, sure," I reply, stepping away from the street and slowly striding to a bench not far from the restaurant we just left.

Although he's walking behind me, he sits down before me, ushering me to sit down next to him. On any other night before this, I never would have chosen to spend any more time with him than I had to. But, for some reason, I'm not even second-guessing my choice to sit as close to him as possible.

He slowly turns his torso to me and rests his hands on his lap. The blonde-haired man takes a deep breath before speaking. His voice is so quiet, it's just above a whisper. "You deserve to know something."

I swallow deeply, preparing myself for anything that he could say.

"You need to know that I have grown to care for you. Deeply. And I know that this may take you off guard or cause you to hate me even more than you already do, but I wanted to get this off my chest because my feelings for you have plagued my thoughts for months."

My breath leaves my body, and I find it hard to even look at this man who has just poured his heart out to me. And it isn't because I don't feel the same way. It's the complete opposite and I have just realized it. "Listen, Ryan," I begin, but he abruptly stands up from the bench.

"Actually, you know what, I realized that this is a bad idea, so I'm just gonna go and probably never talk to you again out of embarrassment," Ryan admits. Before he can even take a step away from me, I grab his hand that has been glued to his side for this entire time and I squeeze his palm in mine while interlocking our fingers. I look up to his eyes, and they seem to be glued to the sight of our intertwined hands.

"Doesn't seem so bad, does it?" I chuckle, swinging our arms together a little bit. "I want you to know... um..." My mouth suddenly feels dry as my tongue fails to create the words. "I'm so sorry for the way I treated you. You never deserved that. And I now realize that I have been the luckiest person to have you there for me. I think, if we both put in effort, we can make us work. What do you think, Dunn?"

Ryan takes another step forward, so our bodies are almost touching, and he brings his hands up to cup my waist. "I have been waiting months for you to say that," he says as he dips his head to bring our lips into a passionate kiss that neither of us will forget for the rest of our lives.

FIN

hey everyone! i'm so excited that i finally wrote a fic over 1k words! also, the overwhelming support i have received over the past couple of days is super heartwarming and i'm so grateful for each and every one of you that have read my stories on here <3

[beeceit]

Leonardo, come down here, and put that back

You ever get too into the short character study you meant to leave in the tags of someone else's post and accidentally write a 1033 word one shot told in the second person about someone else's character meeting yours?

Haha me neither, anyways... here's my take on what I think it would be like for LDC Leo and POB Uncle Nardo to meet <3 Bonus points if you catch all the other peepaws referenced

@nani-nonny teehee

Out of all of the bizarre situations you’ve found yourself in over the course of your life, this ‘peepaw multiverse convention’ was certainly far up there. 

Dozens of alternates of yourself and your former brothers, even some Aprils (though not many) stand around chatting, recounting stories, showing off their little selves.

Most of them seem to get on fairly well, splitting into little groups like a highschool cafeteria.

Well, what you imagine a highschool cafeteria looks like, you’ve never been.

There’s the smart ones, the cool ones, the tired ones. And, inevitably, the class clowns.

Some booty shorts wearing jackass covered in stickers keeps chucking empty waterbottles and paper airplanes at your head. You can't tell if he genuinely doesn’t realize that you could kill him easily if you wanted or if he just doesn't care. 

He's wrapped around his own Mikey now, the weight that constantly dragged on his shoulders, on every Leonardo’s shoulders, almost vanished from that single touch. Lucky bastard.

You had your own Mikey once. You fucked that up, too. Pushed him away. Twisted yourself until you could scarcely be called brothers anymore. And still, after it all, in his desperate final act of life he tried to save you. Not only you, the stupid selfish blueprint that became you.

That useless arrogant child you once had been.

Everything you've been through, everything you've lost, it was all your own fault. It was his fault. You can see the cracks in the armor. The foundational flaws that will lead him down the path to becoming you. Distantly, you think maybe you could still save this world's version of your family if you just get rid of the common denominator.

You can't mistake this as justice, though. As a good deed. You don't want him dead as a precaution, you want him dead for revenge. You're selfish, self-righteous, focused. In him you can see the son you used to be. The part of you that was a brother, a friend, the part that has long since faded in your chest glows so brightly in him. But you must extinguish it. He deserves this. You both deserve this.

The new guy gives you a look that you don't understand. 

Oh, right.

You shake yourself out of the memory. Out of the corner you find your own counterpart engaged in a very one sided conversation with another young Leo, a feral looking one legged creature with the conversational skills of a busted up talking tom. Some part of you is glad he seems to be making friends. 

God, you felt old. And this place didn’t have nearly enough alcohol to even begin to process… that whole situation. You turn back to the new guy. It’s been a while since any of them got this close to you. Most of the other Leonardos herded their littler ones away from what had been deemed ���naughty gay peepaw jail’, which is the stupidest name they could give your self-imposed little angsting corner, but maybe not inaccurate.

You finally identify the look the new one’s giving you. It’s pity.

Disgusting.

He's young. Too young to be here, you think, as if you could really be the judge of that. He's not even 30 yet, hasn't even reached 6 foot. Still has 2 arms. Ah well, for now, at least.

He's too happy.

Something in his scarf makes a chirping sound. 

The new guy, Nardo you’ve heard him called (And god, you used to be Nardo once upon a time), reaches in and pulls out a small creature, hardly bigger than an oreo. You’d almost have thought it was a strange rock if you hadn’t seen the little tail emerging from under his shell thumping against Nardo’s hand. Nardo chuckles and kisses his head with such tenderness.

“Bitty, buddy, you weren’t supposed to wake up from your nap just yet.” The tiny thing babbles indignantly but is quickly quieted when Nardo rubs a finger against his cheek and under his chin.

It’s disgustingly cute.

And disgustingly familiar.

You’ve seen the family photo album, seen the pictures of your own father (former father) snuggling up against an incomprehensibly small version of yourself the exact same way. You’ve seen a handful of Leonardos with children of their own, amalgamations of turtles and rabbits (why so many rabbits?) and humans and different sorts of turtles. 

That’s not just a Leonardo’s baby, that’s a baby Leonardo.

He was so helpless and small. Precious, fragile, innocent.

But he was still a Leonardo.

You had been like him once, before, you knew you had. How had such a sweet little creature become the murderer that ended the world? Nardo held Bitty out to you, cupping his hand to keep him securely held. You made eye contact with the child for less than an entire second before he chirped, frightened, and nuzzled back into Nardo’s palm, shaking.

Nardo frowned and pulled him back to his chest, stroking his shell with his thumb.

“I’m sorry, he’s never reacted to anyone like that before. I’m sure he’ll warm up to you eventually, he’s just still tired.” He was afraid of you. Terrified. You hadn’t so much as said a word to him and the child saw right through you. Even an infant was able to see the blood on your hands. 

His wet afraid eyes matched your own counterpart’s scarily well. The chirps of fear and your own Leo’s screams overlapped. Would you have done the same thing if your counterpart were so small? You don’t think you would, but then again, at Nardo’s age you wouldn’t have thought you’d do a lot of the things you’ve done.

“Hey, uh, you okay? I gotta get the little guy somewhere a little quieter for a minute, but I can come back. I’m sure I won’t have any trouble finding someone to watch Bitty for me, I’ve already had to fend off at least eight kidnapping attempts this morning.” Nardo looked at you with concern, genuine concern, even after you scared his baby. He really was too young to be here. “Don’t worry about me, just go.”

“Oh, uh, alright. I’ll see you later?”

“Pray that you don’t.”

[silver138]

Perfectly Flawed - Chapter 5

word count - 2.1k warnings - cursing

Summary: Lina deals with car alarms and caffeine.

I'm jolted awake by a car horn blaring. I blearily check the time, noting it's 3:23 am. I jam my pillow over my head to block out the sound, which thankfully stops after a minute. I'm just about ready to snuggle in for more sleep when it starts up again. God dammit, these alarms are a pain in the ass. Where the hell is the car owner?! Just as I'm about to get up and see which car is going off, it stops again. It's blessedly silent for about 5 minutes when it starts up again. "Oh, fuck this, I'm going to Joe's!" I hear Val hiss outside my bedroom door.

"Lina, you want to come with me? It should be quiet, and I'm sure you can crash on Joe's couch until this asshole turns his car alarm off." Val says, poking her head into my room. I turn my lamp on and wave her away.

"No, you go ahead, I don't think I'll be able to get to sleep, even if it is quiet. Tell Joe I say 'hi'." I tell her, rubbing my eyes.

She shrugs and says, "Suit yourself. See you later." After a minute or two of hearing her rummage for her car keys, I hear the apartment door close, Val bitching about the alarm the whole time.

Horn still shrieking outside, I sigh and get out of bed, grabbing my glasses as I go. Might as well start on some coffee before I start getting ready for work. After setting up the coffee maker, I grab the next book in the series and put it in my purse. After a moment, I get a post-it note to put on my bookmark, writing the page number I'm on. As I wait for the coffee to finish brewing, I look through my other books, picking out the few classics I have that I know I want to read and placing one in my purse. I also grabbed the next two books in The Dresden Files and set it on my desk for tomorrow. Finally hearing the sound of the coffee finishing its percolating, I turn off the machine and grab myself a cup, pouring it in. After prepping it to drink, I take a sip and realize the alarm is silent.

Of fucking course, after I get coffee...jackass car owner... Grumbling to myself, I sit on my couch and flip through channels. As I sip my coffee, I check the time every once in a while. Once I'm done with my first cup, I make one more and start getting ready. Since I have more than enough time to get ready, I take a thorough shower. Once I get out and sip at my coffee, I blow-dry and straighten my hair, remarking at how much easier it stays straight. Huh, gonna have to remember that for later... Finishing my coffee, I figure I might as well eat breakfast at home for a change, making something decent instead of quick.

Halfway through eating, my phone alarm goes off. I sourly trudge back into the bathroom to turn it off and take it with me as I go back to finish breakfast. Cleaning up, I head into the bathroom to brush my teeth, before heading into my closet to find today's outfit. Quickly finding something cute and professional, I head back into the bathroom to put in my contacts and do my makeup. After making sure I don't look as sleep-deprived as I am, I slowly walk around and finish getting ready.

Checking the time again, I see I'm only about half an hour ahead of schedule now, so I head out and get the biggest cup of coffee Starbucks has to offer. Sipping a heavily sweetened Venti, I walk instead of running to the Metro for a change, taking in the scenery on the way. Sitting on an empty bench, I start on the book that I've brought, Frankenstein. After reading the first few pages, the train rolls up, and I board. I see Spencer sitting, reading his book. I tiredly say, "Hey, Doc-Spencer. Sorry."

He looks up and asks, "Hi, and sorry for what?"

I sigh and say, "I keep going to call you 'doctor', but every time I start to, I remember you'd rather be called by your name, instead of your title."

He gives me a small smile and says, "I don't mind. I mean, I've had worse nicknames. Besides, it's...different, but not...not a bad different."

I smile back and say, "Well, still. Oh, here, the next two books." and hand them to him.

"Oh, thanks..." he says, putting them in his bag. "Wait, aren't you reading the one currently?" he asks.

I hold up Frankenstein and tell him, "Got that covered for the time being."

"Oh! Speaking of," he starts, pulling a folded piece of paper from his bag and handing it to me. "I, uh, I-I made a list of some books. I-I remember you saying you wanted to read Frankenstein," as he gestures to the book in my hands. "And just...went from there. I tried to list books that would be in the same vein..."

Opening the paper, I look over the list. Holy shit, this guy does not half-ass things, does he? "I, uh, I-I also made sure to list the author, e-even for the-the obvious ones, just to, um, stay consistent..." he stammers out.

I grin and say, "This is...intensely thorough. I love it, thank you, Spencer."

He flushes and hesitantly says, "O-oh, um, y-you're welcome, Lina." Slipping both the paper and my book in my bag, I take a long drink from my coffee.

"Hey, uh, there's coffee at work, right?" I ask Spencer.

"Um, yeah. Why, didn't sleep?" he says, putting away the book he was reading.

"Not really. A car alarm kept going off, it was so bad, my roommate went to her boyfriend's to get more sleep..." I explained.

Spencer winces and nods. "Yeah, there's coffee. I can't say it's the best, but it has caffeine, so it does what it's supposed to..." he jokes. He signals for the train to stop and says, "Well, this is us." After the train stops, we exit and walk to the building, making small talk along the way.

After entering the building and stepping into the elevator, I take a drink of my coffee and turn to ask Spencer, "So, how was your night?"

"O-oh, um, q-quiet," he responds.

"That's good. Quiet evenings are the best, just...chill and do whatever. Read, watch something, just...exist." I say with a small smile. The doors ding open, and we walk together til we have to go our respective ways. "Hey, um, did you want to have lunch again? Maybe continue talking about books?" I ask Spencer, slightly nervous.

"I-y-yeah, see you at lunch!" he says, a little flustered. Grinning, I walk into Penelope's office and set my stuff down.

"You're sure in a good mood today. Did you have a nice night?" Penelope says, turning her chair around.

"Nope!" I say with a smile. "I'm going to be running on caffeine and spite today, buuuut I'm gonna be having lunch with Spencer again, so, uh, I'd say it's worth it." I finish with a long sip of my coffee.

She grins and says, "Making it a regular thing, huh? Nice work, Lina!"

I flush and sit down, saying, "Yeah, well, what can I say, I like talking to him. I guess he likes discussing books with me."

She gives a grin and turns back, quietly saying, "Yeah. Sure. Books..."

Grabbing a folder, my MP3 player, and headphones, I turn to her and ask, "Oh, um, is it ok, if after, like, one or two of these, I go get more coffee? I have a feeling I'm gonna need it..."

Penelope nods and says, "Yeah, sure. Let me know, and we can go get some together, 'kay?"

I smile at her and say, "Okay. Thanks, Penny!" and we get started on transcribing. As I make my way through the first case file, I finish my coffee, throwing the empty cup away.

Between the caffeine rushing through me and the music flowing into my ears, I make quick work of the task, finishing two folders by about 10 am. Pausing my music and standing up to do some stretching, Penny turns her head and says, "I'll be right there, give me, like, 5 minutes." I smile and nod, continuing to loosen my muscles and get the blood flowing again. Penelope stands up and says, "Ready?"

"Yup!" I chirp out, following her to the little kitchen area. Elle and JJ are there, and they greet us as we walk over.

"How are you doing, my lovelies?" Penny says, grabbing some coffee and leaning against the counter as I try to get my coffee. I fill a styrofoam cup and grab a few packs of sugar and a spoon. I start opening the packs and dumping them into the cup while stirring. I turn and stand over by Penny as I take a sip, making a face as I realize it's still too bitter. I head back to grab another packet or two of sugar and turn around to all three of them looking at me.

"What?" I say as I add the packets into my cup.

Elle asks, "Rough night?" I nod, and Penny pipes up, "Yeah, you mentioned that earlier. What happened?"

I shrug and explain, "Just...some asshole's car alarm kept going off at, like, 3:30 in the morning. I couldn't get back to sleep, hence, all the coffee..." They all nod in understanding. Derek comes over then, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"I don't know what made him change his mind, but Reid asked me for a ride when we go to O'Keefe's this weekend," Derek said, drinking his coffee.

Penny lightly squealed, "Really?! How..." Then she looks over at me, a small dorky smile on my face, and she smiles and says, "I should have known. How'd you manage that, Lina?"

"M-me?! I didn't...ok, I may have said I'd probably make an idiot of myself while singing, and did he really want to miss something that ridiculous..." I said, face flushing.

"Ah-ah, I think someone's a little sweet on the doctor..." Elle says with a smile.

Freezing momentarily, I quickly shift my face to look as neutral as I can and say, "Well, if we're going to a place to socialize, why wouldn't I want to get to know as many co-workers at once while I can?"

Elle and JJ walk away, quietly laughing, and Derek says, "Nice try, Pretty Girl. You almost pulled it off."

I make a face and say, "I can't help if I'm that emotive, I have a horrible poker face..." I stop for a moment and a panicked look washes over me. "Um, y-you aren't gonna...say anything, are you?" I squeak out.

Derek gives me a gentle smile and says, "Nah. Doubt he'd believe me if I told him, anyway. Your secret's safe."

I give him a weak smile and say, "Thanks, Derek."

"You're welcome. Now, if you ladies will excuse me, I better get back to work and also convince Reid to not bring a book with him when we go out this weekend..." Derek says, throwing his styrofoam cup away.

"Wait, what's wrong with bringing a book just in case?" I ask, semi-joking. Derek and Penny just look at each other and share a small laugh, then Derek walks back to his desk.

"And on that note, my dear," Penny says, throwing her cup away. "I believe that's our cue to head back as well."

I nod, finishing my coffee. I throw my cup away and spin around to walk back with Penny, and I nearly collide with Spencer. "Sorry!" I squeak, as he blurts out an "Excuse me!" I briefly glance at Penny, and she's trying to stifle a laugh.

"S-sorry about that." Spencer stammers out.

"I-yeah, sorry, Spence. Um, still see you at lunch?" I ask, slowly walking away.

"Y-yeah. I'll-I'll see you at lunch," he says, flushing slightly. I smile at him and rush to catch up with Penny.

"Oh my God, you two are adorable!" she lightly squeals. I blush and duck my head down, trying to keep up with Penny on the way back to the office.

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[gaast]

Sorry you're sick! Maybe an ask will make you feel better?

I know you have an English degree, do you have a favorite author and/or work and why?

That's an interesting question. I'm gonna talk a little bit about the question before I try to answer it.

I ended up getting two English degrees, which I'm kind of proud of. My Master's was very fun to obtain. But once you get to the graduate courses, you are absolutely forced to recognize what your undergrad professors were implying very, very hard: Everything you read is a tool. Everything you see is a tool. Everything is a message that you can--and perhaps MUST--identify. Read enough books this way and they stop being entertainment. It l's not that the fun is gone--I still love reading--but you just engage with it so differently. It makes sense to ask a Lit major for its favorite author or book but it also feels reductive, in a way? And to be clear, I am NOT criticizing you or your question. I just feel like What It Means To Be A Lit Major is different from the outsider's perspective on it. Because, it's like, we're not just reading books well. We're formulating arguments based on what we read and apply it to the world as it exists. And we don't just read fiction.

For example, there's a classic essay that makes the compelling argument that the Watergate scandal was analogous to Disney World. I read an article that did a close reading of Starbucks decor. Freud was a jackass but his essay on the uncanny remains almost preternaturally compelling--and that essay? Required a close reading of literature.

I say all of this only to say that the question, "Who's your favorite author?" tends to elicit answers that don't open up a conversation. Which is a damn shame, because my business is conversations.

So I'm gonna try to answer as well as I can to avoid that pitfall.

For fiction, I really adore Jesse Ball. His words have a kind of fairytale-like quality to them that casts the world in the kind of mist you'd find deep in the woods somewhere, where everything in the margins comes out to play. Only those marginal beings can hurt you if you aren't careful. His recent memoir, Autoportrait, is fascinating, because it's very much a portrait of a man who feels quite strongly about his ideals and who believes, perhaps rightly, that his success is a fluke and will end one day. His writing really reflects his anarchism--it crafts harsh worlds, but worlds that invite unity, togetherness, and wonder.

I also really like Mark Z Danielewski's fiction. It honestly feels very worthwhile to put his work in conversation with Ball's, but I haven't done that yet! Anyway, MZD is masterful at making sense, just sense that you don't get. He operates on a level where his fiction is focused almost entirely on emotions, so he writes as logically and drily as possible. He creates conflicts out of normalcy. His work is best described as paradoxes with no origins.

I also have to mention some specific works, especially Lightning Returns: Final Fantasy XIII, Phantom Brave, and Cultist Simulator. These are games, and they all create very evocative worlds that, while brutal, ultimately find distinct (if sometimes terrible) worth and value and light in the world.

As for nonfiction... Jack Halberstam's body of work is some of the most important you can read. I also adore The Body in Pain by Elaine Scarry, I believe? And Understanding Media by Marshal McLuhan is so fucking incredible. Yeah yeah his points have all essentially been moved beyond but come on.

As for philosophical work: read Tim Morton. I cannot stress enough how formative Realist Magic has been for me.

[black--sun]

Ichigo blinks. “I don’t know. I’d have to see the panties first. No promises.” He wouldn’t of course. But he wouldn’t be beyond enjoying seeing what Shiro has in the department of skimpy or lacy. 

“You’re worried what I’ll think of you?” He shoots Shiro a doubtful look. “I went to jail for you, jackass. Don’t underestimate how much I want to be here. And don’t assume just because you haven’t let go of your past that I won’t be able to either.” He sighs. “I’m serious though. You don’t have to tell me anything. I’m just saying you can and I’ll listen, and maybe I’ll like you more because not just anyone comes back from where you’ve been.” 

Shiro acts like Ichigo is a novice, and he is, but the end result is being told he needs to have more of something he enjoys, and he’s willing to bet Shiro will serve him all the mixed drinks he wants, so for once, he doesn’t argue. “You remember that you’re not that much older than me, right? I’ve had some time to acclimate.” Clearly not enough though. 

Ichigo feels his mouth bend into a frown at that question. He wrinkles his nose. “Kind of… yeah. I guess.” Shiro is going to give him a crisis if this conversation keeps going. He likes that he keeps Shiro busy and likes hearing it, and that’s a much safer place for his mind to be. 

Fuck, that little display of swagger works better for him than he wishes it would. Ichigo’s left scowling lightly and watching Shiro drive off until he’s out of sight. He’s so attracted to the asshole it can’t be healthy. Even when he goes out of his way to make sure all possible attention lands on him. 

His time at the hospital is mostly uneventful. He walks in with Ishida and nimbly sidesteps too many questions about the guy he feels comfortable groping in public places. He does give a few details. They’re dating. It just started. He didn’t go to their school. Which was fairly obvious. He even makes tentative coffee plans to run by Shiro later. Then he gets around to questions about looking into whether Yhwach is dead somewhere on the elevator ride. He’s careful not to actually give a name. Preferably he can look into it without being suspicious as hell. If he had his way, he’d bring Shiro Yhwach’s head as proof if he finds a body, but that’s probably not realistic. Maybe a snapshot would work. 

He tables going to find proof as he’s led to his appointment. And instead of the lecture on fucking around while he has a stab wound, he gets one on why it’s irresponsible to leave a hospital before being cleared by a medical professional— which he should know because his father is a doctor. The whole thing kind of tapers off into his actions being his dad’s fault somehow and Ichigo is fine with passing the buck if it makes it all end sooner. He tunes it out in favor of imagining Shiro’s outfit coming off. 

He has to wait another half hour for Ishida to be free to give him a ride. He spends it having a nurse check records for him. Its easier than it should be, since he’s been in the director’s office instead of a waiting room. He’s guessing Ryuken doesn’t work in a lot of people off the cuff. It barely takes a few minutes to find out what he wants to know before the nurse asks him if he’s a relative. He strongly considers posing as Shiro and pretending to be, except if anything happens, he doesn’t want to actually get Shiro into anything. He claims to be a family friend instead. She’s so helpful she nearly does all his covert work for him, going so far as to write some of the details on a card, and he leaves her station before either Ishida can spot him talking to her. 

He fills his scripts after that and spends the last few minutes in the cafeteria where there’s better food than what he got in the other place. Not that he can eat most of it, but it works out and he picks up some crispy fried dumplings and teriyaki for his nearly always ravenous boyfriend. 

Ichigo makes it back to the warehouse a few hours and some walking time after Ishida drops him off. His hospital trip wasn’t that bad of an ordeal, but he’s still heated from his earlier car ride, and he’s been itchy and restless nearly the entire time. And now he’s ready to find Shiro, even if it’s just to stand around and look threatening. He considers stopping at the stairs to rest a while, but he takes them instead, ignoring the way his body wants to drag.

He makes a face. “Ew. I’m not gonna catch you sniffin’ my panties or something, am I?” But ok, Ichigo’s not actually talking about his dirty laundry and he knows it. He knows what Ichigo’s saying. He sobers up and shrugs. “It’s not really a big deal, I guess. You already know I was a dumpster fire. How much worse of an option could you have of me? It doesn’t really get worse than you’ve already heard, just-” he kind of motions from one spot to another, indicating distance. “kinda keeps going. Maybe later.”

He looks over with an arched brow and a scoff. “No one starts out liking what I drink, you gotta age into it. Drink enough sugary, sweet things and develop a taste for the alcohol itself first. You’ll get there, don’t worry.” He’s not trying to make Ichigo an alcoholic, but it is nice being able to share something with Ichigo. And it’s nice to have a drinking partner, instead of drinking alone most of the time.

Well ok that answers that: they both work there. Weird. Who wants to work with their parents? He blinks when Ichigo tells him to fuck the two of them, which he really has not been considering or wanting, but then…. “….are they hot? No. No, nevermind, I don’t care. I’m not interested. You keep me busy and satisfied, they could only be disappointing.”

He cracks up at that awkward little wave he gets back. The poor guy looks like he’s still trying to figure out what just happened while he tries to keep an entirely different conversation going with someone else. And he’s not bad looking, but not nearly Ichigo level hot. Kind of twink-y and breakable looking though. His attention slides to where Ichigo is looking annoyed and embarrassed. He knows where the exit is, he doesn’t need that pointing. He winks before putting the car back in gear and revving it a little harder than necessary to pull away.

[hellfiremunsonn]

I Need Something. Eddie Munson x Reader.

I Need Something.

I do not allow my writing to be republished anywhere other than my own blog without my consent

Summary: after a shitty long day at work Eddie helps you get off.

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: unprotected sex (Please always use protection), slight dom!Eddie? Fem reader, m and f orgasm, sex in general, swearing, daddy kink, thigh riding, fluff towards the end. and idk anything else that needs to be tagged let me know!

Word count: 3267

(DID NOT PROOF READ SO IF THERE IS ANY MISTAKES LEMME KNOW)

It had been a terrible day at work. It was just one thing after the other and you were just about ready to rip your hair out. When the clock finally hit five you don't think you ever clocked out and left the store faster than you did today. Desperate to get home, but more desperate to get to Eddie. Once in your car you decided to just head straight to Eddies, not caring what you looked like or even what you smelled like. You needed to be near him.

Pulling up at little too quickly to Eddies trailer, you braced myself in a panic thinking you was going to hit his house with your car but you braked soon enough. You blew out a sigh, cheeks puffing as the air left your lips. Stomping up the few steps up and into the trailer dropping your bag by the front door. Looking around you didn't see Eddie anywhere. "Eds?" You called out.

"In the shower sweetheart!" He replied loudly from the small bathroom. Just the sound of his voice had started to calm your tense mind and body. Knocking lightly on the half open door so you wouldn't startle him.

"Hi" you said quietly.

He peeked his head out from behind the shower curtain, a wide grin on his face. "Well hello there beautiful" you couldn't help but giggle at the large amount of shampoo foam on his head. Closing the curtain again, assuming he was now rinsing the soap off of his head while he talked. His words slightly muffled.

"How was work?"

You groaned loudly.

"Tell me more" Eddie said with a laugh.

You smiled and shook your head. No matter what kind of day you had he always had some magic power to make it better. Sitting on the closed toilet lid you started to untie your shoes. "Well I was late, because I got stuck behind this stupid jackass with a minivan, and then for some reason every customer had a fucking problem with me today, none of them were satisfied with anything" You huffed chucking your one shoe out of the bathroom and into the hall. "Oh and I got in trouble, because I took too long to help this elderly woman who forgot her glasses, can you believe that?" you said chucking my other shoe out and started on your jeans, popping the button open and sliding them down your legs.

"You got in trouble for doing your job well?" Eddie scoffed.

"Oh and then of course to make everything better, I spilled coffee down my shirt today, and it's my favourite shirt" Kicking off your jeans you reached up behind your back to unclip your bra, pulling the straps down your shoulders and tugged it out from under your shirt. "You know the blue one? I always say it reminds me of a mermaid tail? That one" Flinging your shirt off in one swift motion you pulled back the shower curtain and stepped into the blue bathtub. Eddie turned around at the sound of the curtain a shocked expression on his face when he realized you were getting in with him.

"Fancy seeing you here" He said with a smile. A small whimper left your mouth and you wrapped your arms around him quickly, a quiet grunt coming from him as you slid your arms under his armpits,  palms flat against his back, cheek resting against his chest. His arms wrapping around you tighter than yours did. One hand placed on your lower back, attempting to pull you impossibly closer to him while the other hand rested on the back of your head. "Can we just run away and go live in the forest?" you mumbled against his chest. He laughed, causing your head to bob along with the vibrations of his chest.

"If only princess, like a dnd game come to life"

You sighed. "Yeah, I'd like that" you pulled back a little to look up at him, pouting your lips in hopes for a kiss. He smiled and leaned down to give you a quick peck on the lips and you hummed in content. "Sorry for bothering you in the shower, I was desperate for a hug" you admitted, eyes down as your fingers tugged lightly at the hair of his happy trail.

"Hey now" His voice was low and filled with authority , his hands taking yours away from his lower abdomen. "I want to be a good boyfriend for you right now, and let you talk about your shitty day, but if you keep doing stuff like that it's gunna be really hard for me not to fuck you against the shower wall"  

You felt the heat rush to my cheeks and you looked down and away from him. "I'm sorry"

"No you're not, but I'll forgive you anyway" He said while kissing you on the top of your head. "You have any plans for this shower or did you really just need a hug?"

"I guess I can wash my body, I'm probably gross from work" you said rubbing the back of your hand across your forehead, swiping away the few hairs that clung to it.

"Want me to stay? I'm all done, only stayed in here cause you hopped in"

"No you go get dressed, I'll be quick" you peppered a few dozen kisses to his chest and ushered him out of the shower.

You took about two minutes to wash your body, and gave your face a light scrub, getting rid of any old makeup from earlier in the day. You was able to keep your hair mostly dry in the process and was thankful for one less thing to do. Tiptoeing quickly down the hall and into eddies room, you dropped your towel abruptly to stand on it, not wanting to get his carpet wet. You wrapped your arms around your chest and looked at Eddie. Now dressed, in a pair of sweat pants and no shirt with a towel wrapped loosely around his head. Sitting on his bed, back against the wall, legs crossed over one another and a notebook in his hand. His eyes however were very much on you, and very much shocked.

"Can you pass me clothes?" you asked, feeling suddenly a bit too exposed under his gaze.

He cleared his throat, shaking his head slightly as he stood up from his bed untangling his hair from the damp towel that was on his head. His long curly hair, a few inches longer with the added weight of it still being slightly wet. Opening his dresser, he pulled out one of his shirts, and a pair of your pyjama shorts. Brows furrowing as he rummaged through every other drawer. "Okay, problem" He said while passing you the shirt. You slipped it over your head, untucking your hair from it not bothering with the shorts. The shirt coming down to about mid thigh, covering the bottom half of your body just enough. You raised an eyebrow at him. "I don't think we have any of your panties left that are clean" he said, bottom lip stuck between his teeth.

You grimaced at the word 'panties'. "Don't say panties" You faked a shudder.

"Fine, undies, but really, we gotta bring more of your clothes over here" He said turning his attention back to his dresser. Your heart fluttered. You loved that he liked having so much of you, and your stuff in his space.

"Or we could, I dunno, maybe do laundry?" You teased, walking up behind him and pressing your cheek against his back, arms circling around his waist.

"Yeah we definitely could do some laundry" He laughed. "How bout tomorrow?"

You groaned into his back. "What if we just buy new clothes instead?"

"And what? Just let them get dirty too?"

"I don't wanna do laundry, I don't wanna do nuffin" You said pouting into his skin.

"Nuffin?" He repeated. You laughed a little. It was always so strange to hear Eddie say words in a babyish voice, it never matched his appearance and always brought a smile to your face and a small laugh from your chest. "You're the one who suggested laundry" he said turning around, taking your hands in his and guiding you backwards towards his bed.

"I suggested it" You said while hopping up onto his bed scooting over to the other side closest to the wall, leaning your back against it and crossing your legs. "Doesn't mean I wanna do it" You pointed.

"Fair enough" He laid down on his side next to you, discarding his notebook to the floor and propped himself up on his elbow to look at you. You shied away from his gaze, playing with your hands as you looked around his room, a small unintentional pout forming. After a few moments of silence Eddie reached his hand out onto your knee, rubbing comforting circles with his thumb. "You gunna tell me what's got those cogs turning up there?"

"I don't know" You said with a sigh.

"What can I do to help?"

You shrugged. A blush crept up your cheeks, heating your face and neck, threatening to engulf the rest of your body with its warmth.

"Oh there's definitely something" He egged on. "What do you need pretty girl?" He cooed. His hand moved a little higher, stroking the length of your thigh closest to him, making you shudder. Grabbing you by your hips he pulled you with him over so you were now straddling him, your naked core touching the soft fabric of his sweatpants below you with his growing erection pressing against you.

A quiet moan escaped as your head dipped forward and your eyes fluttered shut. Eddies hands warm on your thighs, stroking them up and down, never daring to go past the hem of his shirt barely covering you from him. "Come on baby, use your big girl words" he shifted slightly, his hips bucking unintentionally against you while he got more comfortable under you but it didn't stop the whine that slipped past your lips.

"I n-need I-" you stuttered over my words. Again he shifted, moving you so you were now straddling his thigh, his hands tight on your hips. "What is it?" Hands threateningly close to where you wanted him. He pinched at the naked skin on your hips pushing you so you would roll your hips against his thigh.

"What hmm? You need to get off? Need daddy to make you cum so hard you forget about your bad day?"

Rocking on your own now against his thigh, you moaned at the feeling of your clit rubbing on the soft fabric of his sweatpants. "Uhhuh" you said nodding, eyes scrunching shut.

"Yeah? My needy little girl needs to use me to get off huh?"

"N-no, no I" you struggled with the words pressing down on his thigh a little harder.

"No?" He asked halting your movements and you whimpered at the lack of friction whimpering again when you said. "Eddie" with a huff

"I don't wanna use you" you whined.

"Then what do you want princess? I told you to use your big girl words didn't I?"

"I don't want to use you" you repeated. "I want you to use me" Panting slightly you opened your eyes, finally looking at him. His eyes glazed over, pupils blowing out with lust as he let your words sink in, giving you a slow nod.

"Oh poor baby, needs to be a little fuck doll for me" He fake mocked. "Can't have a single ounce of control today can you? Too dumb and needy" His palm rested on your cheek and you leaned into it, it's warmth washing over you. "Well then let's get this off shall we?" He said tugging at the hem of his shirt you wore. Lifting your arms above your while he slid the fabric up and over your head, chucking it onto the floor next to him. You was now sat fully naked on top of him. Tugging at your hips he pushed you sideways so you were laying under him while he hovered above me. Your hands went to the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling on them lightly. "You're too dressed" You mumbled.

Leaning back onto his knees he grabbed your hands, moving them away from him. "I don't believe you have any say right now, so keep your hands at your sides, or I won't let you cum at all"

You pouted, tucking your arms in at your sides.

"Good girl. Now lay down for me sweets" He instructed, hands on his knees while he waited for you. Laying down properly again, hands tucked firmly into your sides, knees bent as he knelt between them. Only removing himself from you to rid himself of his sweatpants, joining the shirt of his you briefly wore on the ground next to you.

Crawling back over you his hand slid up your leg, starting from your ankle, all the way up until he gently cupped your core, not hesitating in the slightest as he slipped his fingers in your arousal. Your hips jerked at his sudden contact and you mewled in response to his touch.

"So wet already huh?" he said while bringing his fingers up to his lips, sucking on them gently.

"Eddie" you whined, rolling your head to the side so you could see him better, desperate tears already welling up in your eyes.

"That's not my name baby" He pumped himself a few times before coming back up to hover over you. Sliding the tip of his cock against you, gathering your slick as lube. He had barely pushed into your, not even a centimetre in and you could already feel yourself slipping into that cock drunk feeling you loved so much.

He tapped your cheek lightly with two fingers. A silent instruction to look at him. "What's my name hmm?"

Your cheeks burned and you wiggled your hips slightly in hopes for some sort of touch. His hand slapped down onto your cunt lightly and you squirmed, a tiny yelp coming from you. "Stay still" He ordered.

"I'm sorry E-Eddie" You said looking at him, your chest rising and falling quickly. He slapped your cunt again.

"What. Is. My. Name?" He asked, enunciating each words, his voice low.

"D-daddy" You stuttered. He pushed into you easily the second the words left your lips.

"That's it, good girl" he groaned, head tilted slightly back while he started a slow and almost lazy pace to his thrusts.

"Oh my god" you whined, your eyes scrunching shut. You struggled to keep your hands at your sides, tight in fists, you could feel my nails digging into your palms. "Please" you begged.

"What is it?" He asked pounding into you harder.

"Can you- ah fuck. Can you hold my hand?"

His eyes softened immediately, and he leaned forward to intertwine his fingers with yours. "How am I supposed to use you when you're being so sweet huh?" He kissed you on the forehead before continuing his hard thrusts. "You can move your other hand" he said in a rush, eyes trailing down and meeting at where your bodies connected. His tongue coming out over his top lip. Your other hand quickly coming to hold onto the bicep of his arm that held him up above you.

You hadn't even cum yet but you felt your orgasm grow into that hot overstimulated burn that you only got from multiple orgasms spread through your body.

"Fuck, you're gunna cum already huh?" He huffed, clearly getting close to his own release.

"Can I?" you begged, tears rolling down into your hairline.

"Yeah baby" His hand gripping onto the skin of your hip harder, increasing his speed, hitting your g-spot over and over. "Cum all over daddy's cock, come on, let go for me baby"

A high pitch moan, or maybe scream, was ripped through you as your body tried to curl into itself. Your orgasm exploding through you. Eddies hands coming around your back to hold you against him as he thrusted a few more times before roughly pulling out, spilling himself all over your stomach and chest. His hand pumping himself a couple of extra times, squeezing every last drop out of him and onto you.

You felt so good, your body was tingly and the ringing your ears was fading, but you couldn't control your breathing. You felt myself beginning to hyperventilate and you started laughing while also slightly panicked. More because you wanted to let Eddie know you were okay, because you were. But to him, you were sobbing, laughing and unable to breathe whilst under him.

"Hey, hey, hey, baby you're okay" He said cupping your face with both hands, his concerned eyes searching yours. "Are you okay?"

You nodded yes, while still panting, and tears rolling down your face. Grabbing both of your hands Eddie pulled you forward so you were sitting in front of him, his thumb smoothing back and forth on the back of your hand. "Try to follow my breathing okay?" He said while taking a deep breath through his nose, and then exhaled slowly out of his mouth. You weren’t able to copy him right away but tried anyway, focusing on the way his mouth moved, and how his chest rose with each breath. Gradually your breathing slowed, and you were able to get it back into a normal rhythm.

Sighing in relief now that you could finally get a full breath in, you leaned forward, your head leaning against his chest, while his hands smoothed up and down your back. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes before your laugh broke the silence.

"What are you giggling about?" Eddie asked while pushing you away from his chest gently, hands resting on your shoulders. He brushed the hair away from your face, tucking some of it behind your ear.

"Apparently a lot of emotions came out at once" You said laughing again.

"You had me scared for a second" he admitted, his eyes flickering between yours.

"I know I'm sorry, I think I was holding my breath at one point" You shook your head.

"You were in hysterics, thought I might have fucked a screw loose in that noggin of yours" he said tapping you on the forehead. You wrinkled your nose at him in response. "Alright sweet thing, lets get you all cleaned up"

You groaned and tried to roll away from him but he held tight onto your hands, not allowing you to fall back onto his bed.

"Baby, you're covered in cum"

"I don't care" You protested, lifting one of your feet towards him, toes pointed against his chest. "wanna cuddle" you pouted.

"We can cuddle, after you pee, and after you're no longer covered in cum" he said while tugging at your arms lightly. Your limp head and shoulders bobbing along with the movement. "I'll even make you hot chocolate"

You lifted your head to look at him, a smug smile plastered across his face knowing he won you over with that bribe.

"With marshmallows?"

"Of course with marshmallows" He said scoffing. "You think I'm not gunna give my sweet girl marshmallows? You're insane if you think so" He said tugging your arms again.

Reluctantly you moved with him, standing on wobbly legs as he lead you back into the bathroom, instructing you to pee while he went to start making the hot chocolate.

Only when you were both fully dressed, and you were cuddle up on the couch wrapped in a blanket did he hand you a pink mug designated for you, swirled with whipped cream and topped with mini multicoloured marshmallows.

[pettyprocrastination]

Extra Whipped Cream

pairing: Porn Star!Dieter Bravo x Reader

content warning: curses, past description of smut, talking about porn

summary: A pornstar walks into a coffee shop. Havoc ensues. 

word count: 1.6k

a/n: A covid movie is dumb as shit considering were year three in the pandemic so im chanigng this character to fit MY wants and needs >:). Also lets be real, the name Deiter BRAVO belongs to either a porn star or a starfox character. 

BIG thank you to @redcrvette for making the AMAZING playlist i listened to while writing this @madhyanas for being a magnificient editor and @max--phillips and @humanransome-note for listening to my manic rambles as i wrote this last night. 

Tagging: only the people I know may have an interest in this weird ass fic/character: @scorpionsandhoney​ @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa​ @captainsamwlsn​ @max--phillips​ @humanransome-note​ @softanon​ @tuskens-mando​ @thesadvampire​ @justrunamok​ @littleferal​ @pedrostories​​

That wasn’t him. 

It couldn’t be him. 

His hair was too dark, right? It definitely wasn’t him. 

The man who definitely, totally, absolutely wasn’t him, was the fifth customer in line. Sunglasses shoved high on his nose and staring down at his phone like everybody else who walks in until they get to the front of the line and rattle off their coffee order to you. 

You were positive it wasn’t him. 

When he was the fourth customer in line, you thought the resemblance was uncanny, but there’s no way it was him. This guy looked too tan. 

As he became the third customer in line, between making orders you noticed a sliver of a scar on his cheek and your heart dropped. 

You were seeing things. That wasn’t him. It fucking couldn’t be. If it was, then God must be punishing you. That’s the only answer. 

Soon he goes from the second to the first customer in line. You hold your breath as he takes off his sunglasses to squint at the menu and-

Christ on a cross, that’s Dieter fucking Bravo. 

“Hello-” Your voice remains steady while your hands shake horribly behind the counter. “How can I help you today?” 

“Can I get a, uh-”

Be calm, you tell yourself. He’s just a customer. Don’t fuck it up. Don’t make this fucking weird. It’s a totally normal interaction you have with people everyday. This should only last, like, five minutes, tops.

You had “famous” people walk into the café before. A couple of minor actors, a pro skateboarder, even a fucking Olympian athlete, once. But every time you were calm; uninterested actually. Because it was just work. A quick five-minute interaction before they were out the door and out of your life without leaving so much as a lasting mark. 

Of course, those people weren't porn stars you watched. 

Those people weren’t porn stars you watched last fucking night. 

“A caramel macchiato? Two pumps of vanilla with extra whipped cream on the top, please.” 

But Dieter Bravo was all three of those things. And he was making it incredibly hard to focus on your job. 

“Oh!” He slaps a hand down on the counter. “Can you throw in a brownie too? The brownies here are my guilty pleasure.” He laughs like he shared a joke and you laugh in response, but it sounds more like a nervous wheeze because he said pleasure.  

Why did he have to say pleasure? Why is Dieter Bravo right in front of you talking about pleasure as if you didn’t get off last night to a video of him sucking dick. Why does God hate you this much? 

“Sure! Your total will be nine-seventy-five!” 

He fumbles for his wallet with a nervous smile. “Sorry, I should’ve had this out and ready for you.” Usually you’d think, ‘Yeah, jackass. You really should have, because now you're holding up the line.’ But you're too busy thinking about how, last night, you came to the sound of his moans and the sight of him sucking marks onto some girl’s thighs and how his voice is naturally that gravelly and low? 

Sweet Mary Joseph. 

He hands you the money and your fingers graze his.  His hands are soft, so soft you can’t help but think about how you have seen these hands do a plethora of things that makes you feel a hot wash of shame under your collar. 

“Oh! Sorry, I think I forgot to give you another quarter.” For the love of God. 

He digs around in his pocket, grumbling and cursing under his breath. 

“Sorry I’m usually more put together than this, I promise.” 

Oh, he was nervous. 

Well, that made two of you. 

He glances behind him. Luckily, there’s nobody else in line. A rare occasion on a Friday afternoon, but it must be a slow moment, or it's God’s way of dragging this interaction out even longer because he wants to know how much it will take for you to finally quit your job. 

Dieter hands you the last of his change and sweet mother of God, his hands are big. 

Hands you’ve seen wrap around somebody’s throat while he tells them how pretty they are when they cum. Hands you’ve seen stroke a throbbing cock as he runs his tongue up the length. Hands you've watched grip a pair of shaking thighs open “to see that pretty little pussy.” Late at night with your phone on the lowest brightness setting while you slip your hands down your shorts and Jesus fucking Christ. 

This was it. This was the reason you quit your job. 

You pick up an empty cup, hoping to God he can’t see your hands shake. “Name?” “Dexter,” he tells you and you almost laugh. 

Dexter. Dieter. Man, this dude doesn’t think much about it, huh? 

You scribble his name in a penmanship that you can barely recognize yourself, before scurrying off to make his order, chirping, “Your order will be ready soon, sir!” 

There. The hard part was over. Now all you had to do was make his drink, hand it to him, not say anything stupid and the man would leave. Vamoose. Poof. Gone forever, and you could forget this interaction until your brain wrenched it up at three A.M. every night for the rest of your life whenever you were trying to sleep. 

Easy peasy.  

Even as you made his drink — which hardly took any thought, you've been making it for two years — you kept taking nervous glances behind you at him. Dieter, no, Dexter, was too busy on his phone to notice. 

God, he was handsome. That wasn’t something you debated before of course, but now? In person? He was real. Not a figure on a porn site you visited at night alone, but just some guy who apparently wore the same ratty-ass sneakers and liked listening to Doja Cat. (Because you could hear him humming Need to Know to himself from across the counter.)

People always say to never meet your heroes, but what was the rule about people you jacked off to? 

The lid is clamped down on his drink that, honestly, is more sugar than caffeine at this point, but who were you to judge? All you knew is that you were almost done. All you have to do now is hand it to him with your registered retail smile, tell him to have a good day, and you are finished. This is the homestretch. You can do this. 

When you walk back over, he smiles at you with a scrunch of his nose. 

“Long day?” he asks. 

You watch him for a moment, he’s looking at you with that sympathetic smile and you can’t help but laugh a little bit. “Yeah it, uh, something like that.” You slide his drink over to him. He raises it to you in a gesture of thanks. A little salute on his way out.

“Thank you.” 

“Of course.” Your manager had it ingrained in your head. The final word, the bidding goodbye to every customer must include their name. “It’s personal.” she told you during your training. “It makes them feel welcome. Like a family. Because we're all a family at this cafe.” Which was bullshit, in your opinion. But you needed this job because it was one of the only places in the area that paid above minimum wage so you did it. For the past two years you did it with little to no issue. 

The issue was Dexter. Fucking Dexter. You meant to say Dexter. 

“Have a good day, Dieter.” But you didn’t. 

He’s halfway to the door when you say it. The moment his name, his porn name, passes your lips, he freezes. Dieter turns on his hell to face you again and your heart drops. 

You just outed yourself to the hot porn star at your job. 

He raises a finger and points to you, squinting. “Did you say-”

“Michelle, I'm gonna take my lunch break now!” It doesn’t matter that your voice was a click beneath a shriek that made everybody in the building jump, or that you weren’t actually going on a lunch break, you were going home, or that you weren’t even to the breakroom before you began to rip off your apron in a panic because you nothing mattered aside from getting anywhere but here. 

The breakroom door slams open from your force, Anna sits at the table, feet kicked up and scrolling on tiktok. She notices your heavy breathing and panicked face. 

“Hey, I thought you were working a full shift today-” “I'm sick. Vomit sick. Influenza sick.” 

Your coworker backs up, hands raised. “Never mind. Godspeed dude.” 

Keys. Bag. Apron. Phone. 

“Hey, is the back entrance still unlocked?” “Yeah, I never bother to lock it because they have me doing trash runs in the morning now. Can you believe that? I mean, what was wrong with doing it at night? Now I have to lug those heavy ass bags at seven in the fucking A.M like I’m some fucking-” “Okaycoolthanksbye!” Dieter, had been staring at the door for a solid two minutes after you scurried away. You said his name. You knew him. 

He thought of the little shake in your voice as you took his order and the smile as you handed him his drink. You were pretty. The pretty barista watched his videos and got nervous when you looked at him. 

He shakes his head. It had been a long time since he had seen somebody look at him like that, with nerves and excitement and attraction without needing character directions or a camera pointed at them. Dieter walks out of the cafe with a smile on his face. He sips his drink and hums. 

He would have to come here more often

[dunnswrld]

i would like to place this down for when requests are open again, because i might forget. but my bam heart would like some elaboration on thiss

please and thank you <3

Jealousy

a/n: Sorry if this is a bad elaboration.. it's almost 5am and I fought to stay awake while writing this but told myself I needed to write at least one thing before bed so here we go!

prompt: See photo sent in request above :)

warnings: Fem!reader, fighting, clubbing, descriptions of blood

It all had happened so quickly you barley could process what had happened.

You were sitting at the bar in the club you were in, you and the rest of the Jackass guys thought you deserved a break from filming stunts for the second movie and decided the best way to let loose was to go out clubbing of course.

You wore a simple white dress and heels, nothing too special. But to the guy next to you you were basically a super model. He was showering you with compliments and even buying your drinks. You weren't the type to get mad at free drinks so you decided to just entertain the man and if things got out of hand simply just go find one of the guys.

Plus he wasn't that bad looking of a guy.

But what you didn't know was that one of the guys was watching very closely from a booth, that guy being Bam.

Bam and you had been best friends since you moved next door to him when you were only five and he was only six. You were even there when he did his first stunt, jumping off his roof, in fact you jumped off the roof with him right after he had jumped.

But what you didn't know was ever since that day Bam was practically in love with you. He didn't know what clicked in his head that day when you two jumped off his roof or if it was because of how hard he hit his head, but he was head over heels for you and you couldn't even notice after all these years.

Bam also wasn't the type to express his feelings, often hiding them in order to keep up his Jackass persona. Very few people saw his emotional side but even the people that saw it said it only lasted a few minutes before his persona was standing high up once again.

So when people would say you two would be a cute couple Bam was quick to begin to fake gag and say how disgusting that would be. Which did hurt him a lot to say because he wanted more than anything in the world to have you be his girlfriend.

So to sum things up Bam was in love with you, and you didn't even have the idea in your head he thought of you like that in anyway.

Bam watched from across the club like a hawk, watching how the guy spoke to you and slid you more shots. But when the guy gently put his hand on the back of your chair he wanted to burst, did this guy really think you were into him? Were you into him?

You were smiling and laughing, even taking the shots the man would hand you. If anything to Bam it seemed like the guy had you right in the spot he wanted, and that spot was being able to take you home with him.

Bam watched as the guys hand soon moved around your waist. Pulling you closer to him as he looked at you and you looked at him, and that's when the switch in Bam's head finally flicked and he slammed his beer down on the booth table and made his way out of the booth.

Poor Ryan was confused on why his friend left the booth so angrily, was his story about how he got his most recent tattoo really that boring?

Bam marched to the other side of the club to the bar where you and the guy sat. Once he was close enough to you Bam wasted zero time grabbing the guys hand from your waist harshly and ripping it off you.

You quickly turned to see who had just ripped the person buying your drinks hand off you, needless to say you were shocked when you saw Bam standing to your right with a drunk, angry look on his face.

"Bam? What are you doing?" You asked gently, trying to avoid any possible problems. "The hell is your problem man?" The guy- that you still haven't gotten the name off- asked. "What's my problem? You. You are my fucking problem." Bam snapped back quickly.

"I'm your fucking problem? I haven't done shit to you. Hell I don't even fucking know you." "Well I don't want you to know me or her. So stop stop being my problem tonight yeah?" Bam replied in a smart-ass tone only adding fuel to the already burning fire.

"How am I your problem? I'm sitting here trying to have a good time and out of no where you come over here thinking you own the fucking place." The guy spoke, his tone only getting more aggressive by the minute. "You're my problem cause you can't keep your hands to your fucking self!"

"Woah woah alright no need to get aggressive. Here Bam, let's go to the booth ok?" You said jumping off your bar stool next to Bam, really not wanting a fight on your night off. "You're really going to leave cause this asshole wants to control your night?" The guy said. Your body tensing up as you realized that something was defiantly going to happen.

"Are you mad your tiny dick is getting blue balled ass-face?" Bam snapped with a cocky smirk on his face. "You're acting like I can't find some other whore in the same slutty dress to sleep with here." You almost watched as Bam's temper bar finally reached its limit, he looked like he was going to explode, and that's just what he did.

Bam shoved the bar stool you once sat in to the floor and landed a hard punch to the guys face. The guy fell backwards as you quickly tried grabbing Bam's arm to pull him off- but Bam easily shook out of your grip and almost jumped onto the guy as he began to punch him.

But the guy didn't just sit there and take it, he was quick to try and block Bam's hits while trying to hit him as well. But Bam was running off anger, adrenaline, and alcohol so in the moment this guys hits were only soft grazes to Bam's face.

Bam began shouting things at the guy that was going in one of your ears and out the other, you weren't paying attention to what he was saying because all you were trying to do was pull bam off before the bouncers got called and you guys would be in deep shit.

"Bam stop it's fine he didn't mean it alright!" You said trying to pull him off by his arm, but Bam only ripping his arm out of your grip as him and the man kept fighting.

It wasn't until you saw the familiar faces of Ryan and Johnny shoving through the crowd that hurdled around the fight that broke out. Ryan was quick to grab his friend from the back and yank him off the man, Johnny standing between the guy and Bam being held back by Ryan just incase Bam broke out of Ryan's grasp.

"Let me go damn it!" Bam said as he tried to rip off the bear hug like grip Ryan's arms had on him. "Nope not happening. Time to go." Ryan said in a tired like tone. You followed Ryan and he practically carried a very angry Bam out of the club. You turned your head back to see the guy his face almost covered in his own blood as he was arguing with Johnny who looked like he was just trying to calm the guy down to avoid any police related issues.

Ryan used his foot as he kicked open the entrance door to the bar and walked out, you followed behind him closely as profanities seemed to pool out of Bam's mouth. Ryan dropped his friend once they were far enough for comfort from the club entrance.

"Why the fuck did you pull me off Dunn? He totally deserved that ass beating he had!" Bam yelled. "Bam I understand in your eyes he might've but now think logically. If he calls the cops you're going to jail for assault." Bam stayed quiet as his friend scolded him just like how April would.

"Yn take this jackass back to the hotel, I'm going to go back in and try my best to make this guy not press any fucking charges." You nodded at Ryan's words before he turned back to the club and made his way back in.

Bam began walking in the direction the hotel was in once Ryan was inside the club, you quickly followed behind Bam. As you walked behind Bam you kicked off your heels and carried them in your hand, not wanting to get any blisters even though the walk was short.

The walk back to the hotel was silent, nothing being said between you and Bam the whole five minute walk back. Every so often Bam would turn his head back to make sure you were still following behind him and that you were indeed ok.

When you and Bam finally returned back to the hotel and back to the floor you all were staying on you watched as Bam dug in his pockets trying to find his key card that wasn't there. Bam ran his hands through his hair as he let out a large sigh.

He turned to his right where he saw you unlocking your room with your key card.

"Sorry to bother you even more tonight but I'm an idiot and lost my key card. Could I stay in your room till Ryan gets back?" Bam asked in a tired tone.

This was your first time getting a good look at Bam's face since he started the fight. His nose bleed heavily and dripped down to his nose to his mouth and down his chin, his left eye swollen and was obvious that it was soon going to turn purple.

"Yeah of course, I'll clean you up too." You said with a soft smile as you pushed open your hotel door. Bam letting out a gentle sigh of relief when you agreed to letting him in your room even after the scene he had made at the club. You walked into your hotel room and Bam followed behind you. The door shutting softly behind him as he walked in.

You threw your heals into your room and gently grabbed Bam's arm, leading him to the small hotel bathroom. You flicked the light on and pointed to the toilet for Bam to take a seat, which he did exactly.

You opened the cupboards under the sink and grabbed the first aid kit the hotel had provided. You shut the cupboards and placed the first aid kit on the sink counter where you opened it and began to dig out all the things you think you would need.

You grabbed the towel hanging near the sink and turned on the sink and damped the towel with cold water. You took a step in the open space between Bam's legs, and began to gently whip away at the blood that dripped from his nose.

All Bam could do was gently shut his eyes as he gently wrapped his arms around your lower waist, the cold towel wiping away the hot blood from his face felt relieving.

"You didn't need to do that you know?" You said gently. "I couldn't let him call you a whore and a slut." Bam replied in the same gentle tone. You grabbed Bam's hands from your waist and looked at his knuckles that were scratched and bloody, you held his left hand in yours and gently began wiping each knuckle off.

"Words don't hurt me, Bam." "I don't care, he shouldn't talk about you like that." "He wasn't talking to me like that before you ripped his hand off me like that." You said. You gently let go of Bam's left hand and grabbed his right hand and began to wipe away at the bloody scratches.

"He didn't need to touch you like that either." Bam said as he watched you wipe off his knuckles. "Why not?" You asked, you were actually curious on why Bam thought he didn't need to be touching your waist. "Cause it should've been my hand." You froze at his response to your question.

Out of all the things the curly haired boy could've said you weren't expecting him to say that. "Your hand?" You asked as your eyes looked into Bam's crystal blue eyes. "I was jealous. There's no other way to say it other than I was jealous he was touching you like that and I wasn't." You only looked at Bam as you tried to process the fact he was confessing to you as you cleaned up his bloody knuckles.

"I like you. It's apparent now because I just beat some guys ass over him flirting with you." Bam said, letting out a breathless chuckle. "Why'd you never tell me?" You asked, setting the towel on the counter of the sink giving Bam your full attention.

But all Bam did in response to your question was shrug and look down at his shoes. His persona barrier starting to rise up, but before it could you gently grabbed his face and made him look at you.

"Maybe if you told me sooner that could've been your hand, Margera." You smiled gently. Bam let out a soft chuckle as he wrapped his arms around you again and pulled you closer to him, his head resting on your chest as you moved your hands to his hair and gently wrapped them around his curly head of hair.

"I've liked you since that day we jumped off my roof when we were kids." Bam admitted, his cheeks glowing a shade of red as he finally told you. "I started liking you when we were in high school and you filled that guy who used to make fun of me locker with moldy old apples you saved for months just for that." You giggled as you remembered the memory.

"He deserved that." Bam laughed. "He really." You said with a laugh. Bam and you stayed in the hugging position you two were in, Bam feeling at peace in your arms and knowing you in fact had mutual feelings for him.

"Do you want to maybe sleep in my room tonight?" You asked. "Yeah, yeah I would like that." Bam said. All you did was smile softly to yourself as you gently brushed your fingers through Bam's curls. A comfortable silence filled the bathroom as Bam's grip around your hips gently tightened.

"Hey Yn?"

"Yeah Bam?"

"My nose was totally bleeding this whole time and got all over your dress. Sorry."

[captains-simp]

hello i love your work!! can you do a part 2 to worth our time? :”) maybe wherein carol is actually getting soft for the reader and wants to be together but the reader is hesitant bc of carol being known as a player? maybe some jealous carol as well? 😳😳

Soft!jock!Carol is a god tier idea and I really hope I did it justice

Shout out to @wlwmarvelenthusiast for helping me with my technical difficulties

Part 1

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Warnings: oral, praise and double ended dildo use

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"Why are you ignoring Carol?" Wanda asked with a frown as you sped out of the school car park a little too hastily. She narrowed her eyes at you, ready to read into every expression that flickered across your face.

"I'm not ignoring her, I'm avoiding her. It's different." You insisted as you kept your eyes on the road in front of you, determined to leave the school grounds before a certain blonde left the building and got into her own car.

"It's exactly the same thing just in a different font." Wanda stated as she continued to watch you.

"It's not. And anyway, I'm not obligated to talk to her." You said quieter, not finding enough confidence in your words. Of course you weren't obligated to talk to Carol, but you missed it - more than you would admit to yourself.

"I know, I thought you liked her though. You said your date went well with her but since then you run out of every room she enters."

"It wasn't really a date." You muttered as took a left and eyed your mirror.

"Y/n." Wanda laughed. "I think I know a date when it's described to me."

"But it's Carol, Wanda. Carol doesn't do dates." You insisted as you tried your hardest to avoid your friend's gaze again. You didn't want her to see the pain in your eyes.

"She did with you."

"She went down on me-"

"Yes, I remember that catch up conversation." Wanda chuckled and you threw an empty sweet packet you had left in the car at her.

"And I'm not complaining about that. It's just... you know I'm not one to judge people by rumors, but Carol seems like a pretty strict 'hookups only' type of gal. Every time me and Carol are alone together we end up fucking and again, I'm not complaining about that, but it's enough to tell me she doesn't want anything more from me. Not even fuck buddies, because she doesn't commit to girls." You breathed out deeply as you parked up outside yours and Wanda's favourite coffee shop, suddenly not able to tell if you weren't in the mood for your hot chocolate or in desperate need of one.

"I think there might be a little more to it than that." Wanda said after a moment. She knew where you were coming from but she also couldn't deny the fidgety nature and anxious look in the blonde's eyes a few days prior.

"She called it a date last time you were together, she hasn't done that before. She was worried when you were sick and she's only ever worried when her teammates are sick."

"She wasn't worried." You rolled your eyes lightly and managed a small smile at Wanda.

"Oh she definitely was."

You groaned when you heard your phone vibrate on your bedside table. You rolled over begrudgingly, only bothering to check it because you knew it was lunch break at school and it might have been Wanda sending you the class notes you had asked for.

Unknown number: when I saw you weren't in class I assumed you were dead

You frowned as you took a double take of the message and the number you didn't recognize. The fuck? You decided to respond anyway, if they were in your class and texted you maybe they would send you their notes too.

You: sorry, who is this??

Unknown number: your favourite jock ;)

They replied, pretty much instantly. You put two and two together, but really the smirking face would have been enough.

You: Carol? How did you get this number??

You rubbed your eyes and pulled you sick bowl closer to you, frowning at the discomfort you felt.

Unknown number: so I am your favourite jock?? Good to know

You rolled your eyes and groaned more, knowing Carol wouldn't be forgetting that in a hurry. You didn't respond to that, instead shutting off your phone in hopes of getting more sleep but a minute later another text came through. You knew it would be Carol, but you still reached over to check it.

Unknown number: and Wanda gave it to me

"Dammit, Wanda." You grumbled, going to write her an angry message but Carol had something else to say.

Unknown number: I asked very nicely

You fought off a smile weakly and decided to change her contact, telling yourself it might be useful to keep it.

Jackass: You home alone?

She didn't seem to want to stop talking. Although you couldn't deny that it made you smile more when you wondered if she meant was anyone there to look after you.

You: I am, parents have to work

Jackass: want me to come over and make you feel better? ;)

Suddenly you didn't feel like talking to Carol anymore. You were sick and feeling crappy and all Carol wanted to do was fuck, she was hardly subtle about it either. If you hadn't already been thinking long and hard about what the jock could possible think of you, that would have been the moment you started to ponder it.

With your mood somehow lowered even more, you turned your phone off to go back to sleep, accidentally swiping the notification that read Jackass: * :)

"I still can't believe you gave her my number." You grumbled as you swirled the chocolaty drink in front of you.

"She did ask very nicely." Wanda grinned.

"Enough about her." You said, leaning forward on your elbows to grin back at your friend. "How's your girlfriend?"

*

You were on your phone when you saw a donut being pushed across the table towards you out of the corner of your eye. It was your favourite type that also happened to be the one the cafeteria rarely sold, so when it landed in front of you you looked up with a smile, expecting to see Wanda smiling knowingly back at you.

Carol grinned as she pulled out the chair opposite you and sat herself down. Your eyes flickered over to Wanda who was trying to hide her smile and look away.

"It's for you." Carol said after a second.

"What do I have to do for it?" You asked, only half joking as you eyed the treat suspiciously.

"Come on another date with me." She winked. You leaned back and looked away from Carol and the donut, displeased but not surprised. "Nothing." Carol said quickly. "You don't have to do anything, I just know that one's your favourite." The blonde said. You had never told her that. You eyed Wanda again who quickly looked away like she hadn't been watching the interaction and leaned into Natasha.

"Thank you, Danvers." You said quietly, moving the napkin that the donut was on closer to you.

"I thought we were passed that." Carol chuckled, you wanted to smile at the sound. Carol leaned down to grab something out of her rucksack as you started on the donut, not entirely sure if you should try make conversation or just run away.

"I took notes yesterday, while you were gone." The jock said as she put her notebook on the table and flicked through her badly organised pages to find the one she was looking for. You raised your eyebrows slightly in response.

You had never once seen Carol take actual notes in class, but when she spun the book around to face you you were even more surprised to see the detailed notes she had been taking, even with a couple of small diagrams at the bottom she had probably copied from the board.

"Are they okay? Wilson's pretty good at this shit I'm sure I could get him to-"

"They're great!" You interrupted. "They're...fuck, I'm sorry but since when did you take notes?" You didn't want to seem rude but it felt like you were witnessing a never before seen event or the discovery of a new species.

"Just figured you would want them." Carol shrugged and took a sandwich out her bag.

"Yeah I... thank you." You muttered and smiled when you saw a small doodle of a star. "Can I?" You asked as you motioned to your phone's camera. Carol nodded with a smile and watched as you took photos of her notes.

Wanda coughed from across the table and you shot daggers at her, knowing what she so desperately wanted to say. She hasn't done that for anyone else.

*

"It was sweet of her though." Wanda pointed out as her eyes stayed fixed on Natasha's form.

"It was, but you've gotten me donuts before and you don't want to date me." You said as you tried to stop your eyes trailing to Carol again as they seemed to keep doing.

"Well if Natasha wasn't here..." Wanda teased with a smile. You rolled your eyes at your friend and chuckled.

"Are Carol's abs as hard as they look?" Wanda asked randomly. You couldn't help but look up at the blonde at the mention of her name and perhaps one of your favourite things about her.

It was a hot day and her team was training hard on the field, so most of the athletes had their shirts off. Carol's abs were on full display and given the amount of core stretches she had been doing they were as prominent as ever.

"They are." You muttered, remembering the first time you ran your hands across her chest.

You heard giggling in the row behind you and turned around to see a group of girls also watching Carol and her team train. It was obvious their gazes fell on the same area yours had and suddenly you remembered the long list of names that Carol used to show off proudly.

The girl's whispers became louder as did the giggling and without realizing what you were doing you found yourself comparing you to them. They were popular, effortlessly beautiful and probably had much more experience than you ever had. You couldn't compete with that. Especially when you didn't even know why Carol wanted you. You rested your head on your knees and tried to zone out the world around you as your insecurities ate at you more.

"Come on." Wanda nudged you gently as she stood up from the bleachers. You grabbed your bag and followed after her, noticing that practice was apparently over.

Natasha was standing at the bottom of the bleachers and pulled Wanda into a tight hug. You smiled at the motion, wishing you had what they did.

"Hey." Carol said to you, her eyes shining lightly in the sun.

"Hey yourself." You nodded as you began to walk behind Wanda and Nat. Carol fell into place beside you and made you think about the height difference between you. You were convinced she could give the best piggy back rides.

"You make it look easy." You blurted out. Carol arched a perfect brow at you as she pulled her shirt over her head. "Sport." You generalized, waving your hands.

"Y/n is allergic to sport." Wanda called back.

"Is that right?" Carol smirked as she looked at you.

"It is not, it's just not my thing." You defended.

"Then what is your thing?" Carol asked curiously.

"Wouldn't you like to know." You replied as you searched your brain, not really knowing if you had a thing. Nothing serious at least.

"I would." Carol fired back.

"That's too bad." The jock smiled and decided not to push.

"I'm sure there's a sport you can do." Carol pondered.

"If there is if it could be added to the curriculum that would be really helpful." You sighed.

"Y/n L/n, are you failing a class?" Carol gasped dramatically. You groaned when Wanda laughed, confirming the blonde's assumption.

"Could be worse, I fail loads of classes and everything seems to work out okay." Carol said calmly, seemingly completely unfazed.

You reached the car park and slowed down when you saw Natasha follow Wanda to her car. Wanda was your lift to school and therefore your ride home too. You had stayed behind to study in the library and joined your friend on the bleachers when it shut to see the last of the teams training, not thinking about the fact Wanda was staying behind so she could hang out with Natasha after.

"I can give you a ride home." Carol offered as she threw her car keys up in the air and caught them easily. You pondered that for a second, you really didn't want to be a third wheel to your friend, even if it was a short drive home.

"Yeah, thanks, Danvers." Wanda gave you a knowing smile as she waved goodbye and practically ran to her car with Natasha.Yeah, definitely the best call to leave them alone.

You got into Carol's car and tried to ignore all the memories you had of being in the backseat, instead resting your arm against the window to try and keep your focus on that. Carol didn't say much as you drove which surprised you. She seemed deep in thought about something and you couldn't help but wonder what.

"You want to come to mine?" She said suddenly. You froze in your seat before answering.

"Just my place will do. For me only! I mean I... I have homework." You rambled and felt your whole face heat up. You wondered if being in a car with Wanda and Natasha jumping each other could possibly be more uncomfortable than being sat with Carol and trying to decline her advances.

"I could help." She offered, seemingly genuinely.

"I can handle it." You forced a laugh. Carol nodded and didn't say anything else until she pulled up to your house.

"Thanks again, Danvers." You smiled at the blonde as you hauled you bag up and opened the door.

"I'm always happy to help you out, y/n." Carol smiled back your way genuinely and your stomach did a little flip.

*

You hummed to yourself quietly as you made your way through the school corridors and opened the double doors to the library. You smiled to the librarian as always and got a limited response but your smile faltered when you saw your usual table was taken... by Carol.

She was in her training attire and scrolling mindlessly through her phone until she glanced up and saw you. "Hey." She smiled.

"Are you lost?" You asked as you walked towards her slowly.

"No and go get changed." Was all she said as she pushed a bag of school gym clothes towards you.

"And why would I do that?" You sighed as you peered into the bag.

"Y/n," Carol started as she tilted her chair back and rested her hands behind her head with her feet on the table, her usual confident smile playing on her lips. "Does it or does it not absolutely kill you that you're failing a class?" You paused before flicking yours eyes up to her. Yes, it absolutely did.

"And am I or am I not the best athlete in the school?" Also hard to argue with. You shifted on your feet.

"Come on, y/n. I promise I'll help you at least pass the class." Carol said with certainty. You chewed your gum as you thought about it.

"What do you get out of it?" You asked as you narrowed your eyes at the blonde.

"I can go to sleep at night knowing I've helped an underling." She grinned. You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but smile at her, Carol continued to smile back at you.

"That A* you got us on that project made me pass the class." Carol shrugged.

"Alright, Danvers." You nodded and picked up the bag. "But no funny business."

"Great!" She exclaimed and took her feet off the table to stand up.

"I'll see you in the main hall in 10."

*

Barely ten minutes into Carol's 'warm ups' you were already out of breath and in need of a break. You glared at her every time she barked orders at you with a grin, clearly enjoying bossing you around.

"Catch!" Carol exclaimed as she hauled a basketball at you. You ducked out the way and watched it fly past your head.

"You trying to kill me?!" Carol was bent over laughing at your exasperation and inability to catch a simple ball.

"Shut the fuck up, Danvers." You huffed but managed to hit the second ball that came your way.

"You really are allergic to sports huh?" She teased as you scowled at her. "Okay, let's start with the basics."

Surprisingly, from that point onward Carol wasn't that bad. She gave you a lot of pointers that honestly proved helpful because you slowly started to improve. Granted, you were still bad, but you were better.

"Arms like this." She instructed and watched as you mimicked her shooting position. "Elbows a little higher." You did as she said but she smiled at the attempt and stepped behind you. You froze up a little when she put her hands over yours and lifted them up too to a position that felt more natural.

"You got it." She assured, speaking right next to your ear so you could feel her breath against your skin. Then she withdrew her soft hands from yours and backed away. You missed the contact immediately.

"Now shoot." She instructed. You missed.

*

Carol trained you after school pretty much every day after that. Your limbs always ached after those sessions, so much so you were tempted to cave and take Carol up on her offer of a back rub.

You found that some sports were actually kind of fun to play with Carol, whether it was the absence of the pressure you got in a full class of teenagers or just because you enjoyed the blonde's company, it wasn't all that bad.

You still couldn't find a sport you were good at, but you didn't really care. You wondered what would happen when you did. Would Carol coach you at it for a bit then abandon your sessions? They couldn't keep going forever. The pang you got in your chest was the reason you had been ignoring Carol weeks prior, you didn't want to feel that for her. You just couldn't help it.

"Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night." You recalled as Valkyrie wrote it down.

"I knew it was something like that." She waved off.

"Yeah you were really close with..." You glanced at her notes. "She gives me a boner." You laughed and put your face in your hand.

"That's the modern day translation!" Valkyrie exclaimed defensively.

"Please don't put that in your exam." You sighed as you flicked through your copy of Romeo and Juliet to find the next act.

"One sec." Valkyrie said as she looked down at her phone that was vibrating on the desk with a caller ID that you couldn't read.

"Hey, Captain." Valkyrie answered. You looked her way and back at your book quickly. There was more than one Captain in the school.

"I'm in the library studying." She continued and paused for the other voice to speak. "It's not that bad, a pretty girl's teaching me Romeo and Juliet." Valkyrie winked at you and you smiled weakly back, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Fucking jocks and their shameless flirtation.

"Yeah I'll be done soon, see you then." She said and hung up the phone before turning back to you.

"Are there any quotes about boners?" The minutes after that went by painstakingly slowly. It was only a one off tutoring session that you would get an extra credit for, but you could think of a million things you would rather be doing with your lunch break.

Valkyrie nodded past you at someone at the library entrance. You turned around out of instinct and saw Carol strolling towards your table, eyes focused on you.

"Thanks for this." Valkyrie said as she packed away her things. "If I pass the exam I'm gonna have to find some way to make it up to you." She smirked as her eyes trailed over your legs.

You glanced at Carol who looked far from pleased at Valkyrie's comment and couldn't help but smile because that is exactly what she sounded like to you sometimes.

"That's okay." You muttered as you tried to avoid her gaze and put your books back in your bag.

"Alright, but I'm having a party this weekend. You should come."

"I'm not really a party person." You laughed awkwardly, wanting the encounter to be over.

"You don't have to spend long at the party itself." Valkyrie shrugged as she took a bold step towards you. "You could always stay in my room-"

"She said no." Carol cut in. Her eyes bore into Valkyrie's with a look that said the conversation was over. Her stance was firm and her jaw was tightly locked as she glared at her team mate. Valkyrie frowned and looked back at you as you fiddled with your bag zip and avoided her eye, silently thanking Carol even if she had been a tad aggressive.

"Right, sorry." Valkyrie muttered before making her way past you. Carol gave you a small smile before turning to leave with her team mate. You were sure Wanda would have something to say about that.

*

It was a few days until you saw Carol again. She had texted you to briefly say she had practice after school and you didn't see her at lunch breaks either. It annoyed you to admit you missed her company.

With every second you spent with the jock your crush on her grew. You knew that any longer and you may just end up head over heals for her which would only end in heart break for you. But every time you saw the wisp of blonde hair, shine of brown eyes with her confident smile or even just that god damn varsity jacket, you didn't care about how it could end.

It was a Thursday when she texted you during lunch to ask if you wanted to practice after school. You replied a little too eagerly with a yes and continued listening to Wanda rant about something dumb Pietro had done.

A few hours later you held a bat in your hands and prepared for Carol to throw the ball your way. She wasn't very talkative that day, a rarity for the blonde. You wanted to ask if something was up with her but the concentrated look on her face made you not want to disrupt her train of thought.

"I'm sorry." She said suddenly.

"That's alright." You sighed as you watched the ball roll across the field. That was a particularly fast throw.

"About snapping in the library." Carol corrected. "I didn't mean to make it awkward." She said as she scratched the back or her neck then stretched her arm to throw again.

"You didn't." You assured honestly. "I was already uncomfortable." You huffed as you missed another throw from Carol even after trying to apply all her tips.

"Val can be quite persistent." Carol said, still not showing her smile.

"Just like someone else I know." You shrugged. Carol faltered at the obvious call out.

"Lets switch." She said quietly and handed you her glove as she took the bat from you. She explained to you the basics of her own throwing techniques and had a few recommendations on what she thought might work best for you.

"If you ever told me no, I'd back off." Carol said as put the bat up. You were thrown off by the sudden shift in conversation.

"I know you would have." You hoped Carol noticed your use of past tense. You had already decided that sex with her again would be too dangerous for you. God only knows what you would end up blurting out. You cringed at the thought of confessing your love for Carol as she fucked you.

Your eyes shifted to the track team that were doing their laps around another part of the field. They made it look as easy as always.

"You got eyes for one of them, y/n?" Carol asked in a voice that seemed more curious than teasing.

"Not my type." You muttered as you threw the ball weakly again.

"What is your type?" Carol asked, unable to mask her curiosity that time.

"I don't know." You huffed. The blonde looked at you expectantly, clearly hoping for something more. "And what's your type, Danvers?" You asked, successfully shifting the conversation when you saw a glint in Carol's eyes. Her smile returned.

"Eh, about (your height), (your eye colour) eyes, terrible at sport but really cute so it's dorky." Carol shrugged. Damn, that could almost be me. You glanced up at the blonde to throw again and saw her smirking at you.

"Someone should warn her." You joked in a feeble attempt to hide your disappointment that we swelling in the pit of your stomach.

"I just did." Wait... Carol's smirk grew as she watched the realization spread across your face. You blushed deeply and tried to fight off a smile.

"I don't think baseball's working either." You muttered.

*

"You know it's strange, I always thought you were going to become a jock." Pietro said thoughtfully before taking a bite of his apple.

"First of all how dare you and secondly what the hell gave you that idea?" You exclaimed. Wanda was giggling besides you while Carol gave you a look of faux offence.

"That's the highest compliment!" She argued.

"I second that." Natasha nodded.

"Do you remember Wanda's 14th birthday party?" Pietro asked.

"It's a treasured memory." You grinned at Wanda. "I kicked your ass at bowling." You recalled proudly.

"You kicked everyone's ass at it. Bowling's a sport isn't it?" Apparently word had spread about Carol's private lessons. You and the blonde had spent weeks going back and forth between different sports. Overall, you were still pretty crap but you had been lifted to a passing grade in the class. You kept meaning to tell Carol that, but you didn't want the lessons to end. You concluded that as long as she didn't ask, you wouldn't tell.

"I'd say so." Wanda shrugged but Carol and Natasha clearly had different opinions.

"Fuck no!"

"Please do not align that with us!" They erupted. You and Wanda started to laugh at their outraged expression, never knowing something to piss a jock off more.

The sound of the bell overhead was followed by a few groans from those around the table as you all packed up and left the table. At least it was a Friday. You wandered across the field on your usual route of going round the main buildings to avoid the crowded corridors, lost in your thoughts until someone jogged up besides you.

"Bowling, huh?" She inquired as she slowed down to a walk.

"It's been years." You said offhandedly.

"You got plans tomorrow?"

"Nope."

"We should go bowling, if you want to. Obviously just as part of your lessons." Carol offered as she looked ahead.

"I thought you said it isn't a sport." You eyed the blonde suspiciously with a smile.

"It isn't, but this I have to see."

"Okay." You nodded without much thought. Bowling with the jock did sound fun.

"I'll pick you up at 2."

*

"These shoes are ridiculous." Carol grumbled.

"American football shoulder pads are ridiculous but you don't hear me calling that out." You fired back.

"Oh, so that was meant at someone else?"

"Sure." You shrugged as you smiled at Carol's brightly coloured shoes. You went onto your lane and gleamed at the nostalgic sound of pins being knocked over and the bright spot lights across the lanes.

Carol put your names into the scoreboard tablet as you ran your hands over the bowling balls and frowned slightly as you realized you still had to use one of the smaller ones.

"Experts first." Carol motioned to the beginning of the lane with a small smirk and you smiled back at her excitedly and grabbed a ball.

"Just remember it's been a while!" You called back to the eagerly watching blonde. She hummed back. You brought the ball up to your chest to have a feel of the weight and glared at the pins, there had to be something you could impress Carol with. With a deep breath, you swung your arm back and forward to let the ball go, center down the lane and colliding with the painted targets. All but one knocked over and you couldn't help but throw tour hands up in the air in triumph.

"That was pretty good!" You declared as you turned back to Carol happily. She beamed back at you, giving you a smile that made her eyes squint and look absolutely adorable.

You grabbed the second ball and rolled it smoothly across the polished floor, successfully hitting the last pin. Carol strolled up after you, her hands hovering over the range in front of her and landing on one for someone with a bigger hand. You scoffed quietly, not believing the jock could hold it but she picked it up with ease.

You stood, wide eyed, watched as she sauntered over to the lane and swung her arm. The ball veered off to the side and took down a couple of pins that Carol glared at.

"Unlucky is all." She grumbled as she went to get another ball. This time when she threw it it fell into the dip along the side, it was hard to hide your amusement.

"That's just bullshit." Carol grumbled.

"Do you want me to put the sides up for you, Danvers? Or maybe I could ask someone for that ramp." You teased. She flipped you off and went to sit on the small sofa and watched you carefully.

You knocked most of the pins over on your next few goes while Carol got very little. You tried to give her a few tips but apparently her ego was too big to accept them, which meant you were winning marginally.

You spun around to face the blonde after knocking the last of your pins over but she wasn't on her spot on the sofa. You were about to get your phone out to text her but you spotted her sauntering back towards your area with a bowl of nachos. Your mouth watered at the sight.

Carol gave a dramatic huff as she spotted the scoreboard and beckoned you over to the small table by the sofas. "We'll start a new round after these." She said as she put them on the table. "I didn't poison them." She quipped when you didn't move.

"Sometimes I think you'd do anything to win." You replied as you sat down opposite her and took one of the nachos. In all honesty you weren't expecting Carol to get the snack, never mind to want to share it.

Carol flexed her right hand absent mindedly as she glanced around at over areas of the alley. "Your hand hurting?" You asked as you took another nacho with a lot of cheese on it.

"A little." She shrugged and lifted it up to look at the back of her mind. Without thinking, you put your hand and pressed it gently flat against hers. Not only were her fingers longer than yours but her palm was bigger too, even her wrist was thicker. It was only when you caught Carol's eye that you went to bring your hand away but she laced her fingers through yours and put them down on the table.

"Sorry, I was just curious." You blushed even though it was clear Carol didn't mind.

"Okay." She chuckled as she continued on the nachos. You finished the rest of the snack in silence with your hands still together until you leaned back and glanced at the lane again.

"Ready to have your ass kicked again?" You quipped.

"Don't get cocky, kid." Carol mused as she rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Since when did you know Star Wars?" You asked in complete disbelief.

"I love Star Wars." Carol said casually. "And since always."

"I didn't take you for the type." You smiled as you tried to study the jock for any signs of a lie.

"That's just because you never asked." She shrugged and stood up, letting your hands slide apart. You missed the contact instantly but that didn't distract you enough from her words.

Of course you had never asked her something like that, Star Wars was the last thing you'd guess she would like. You knew there was always more to people than what they showered publicly, but Carol had always seemed like such an open book in every way. So hearing that she wasn't quite what you thought she was, even after the few months of knowing her better, simply made you impossibly more interested in the blonde. You stared at Carol in nothing short of awe, she was really something else.

"I've had enough of these shoes." She declared.

"You quitting on me Danvers?" You quipped but really your heart dropped at the thought she wanted to cut your outing short.

"I'm just thinking we could try our hand at a few other things, seeing as we're not doing sport anymore." She said as she nodded towards the arcade.

Your eyes lit up at all the games in the entrance as you found your competitiveness returning. You both returned your shoes and practically ran over to the arcade area with all its choices. You decided to head towards the air hockey first as you argued over whether or not it was a sport. Carol, of course, took the opposition.

Your reflexes weren't as good as hers but you liked to think you put up a good fight, even if you did curse under your breath every time the blonde scored. The screen above you both lit up to declare Carol's victory that she was very happy to celebrate, you watched as she danced around the table towards you in what could have been the dorkiest thing you had ever seen.

"You having fun there?" You laughed.

"So much fun." Carol grinned back and eyed her next target.

"Absolutely not!" You cried out when her eyes landed on the basketball. You took her by the hand and tried your best to ignore the electricity running up your arms at how perfectly her hand fit in yours and led her through the arcade. You came to a halt by a racing game and before you could even suggest the idea to Carol she was clambering into the seat and shoving the coins into the machine. You sat down next to her and did the same. You were both terrible. The controls were slightly broken and far too sensitive, making the cars on screen spin around when you tried to turn and never going straight.

"Piece of garbage!" Carol shouted at the screen as you passed the finish line by some miracle.

"Wanna go again?" You asked with a grin but the blonde was already jumping off the seat.

"Now this I have to win." Carol declared as she spotted the nearest shooting game. It was some kind of zombies in space crossover but you didn't much question that when you picked up the plastic gun.

"We work together on this, Danvers." You laughed.

"Count yourself lucky then." Carol said as she aimed her gun at the screen as the game started.

"The fact that you didn't know how it works doesn't make me all that confident in you." You pointed out as you started firing at the horde of zombies. You didn't see one that was charging at you from the left but Carol shot it down before it reached you.

"You're welcome." She smirked then shot some more on your right. "Come on, y/n I'm doing all the work here."

"Fuck yourself, Danvers." You fired back as you tried to reload your gun.

"Fuck me yourself you coward." She challenged. Your mouth went dry but you started to laugh. She didn't make the comment with her usual smirk and suggestive tone, instead it seemed like a genuine joke that you didn't get anxious about.

"That would be a first." You quipped with a smile. You managed to take the last few zombies.

"It really would be, I am a virgin after all." She said casually and you dropped your gun. "Oh shit, here we go!" Carol laughed as the zombie boss made its dramatic entrance.

"Wait what?" You stammered as you looked between Carol and the screen while trying to get a grip on the plastic gun.

"What? No one's ever fucked me. I fuck girls, they don't fuck me back." She shrugged simply and started rapid firing at the boss.

"Maybe you should stop being exclusive to pillow princesses." You joked in a feeble attempt to mask your surprise.

"Maybe, it's not just that." She started. It confused you that she could say something so out of character while keeping most of her attention on the screen. "I don't trust any of them. I don't know, it's just, when it comes down to it, I freak out." Carol tried to explain but seemed to struggle.

"Damn." She sighed when the screen presented 'Game Over' in an overtly bloody text. You wandered away from the booth as you thought about what Carol said. She had a content smile on her face as she looked around and you figured the conversation was over.

"I love these." You told the blonde when you came across a Wac A Mole machine. You put the coins in and lifted up the rubber mallet as you kept your eyes on the board. The first one sprung up in front of you and Carol announced its presence with a cry.

"Thank you, Danvers." You smiled after hitting the figure.

"There!" She pointed to the next one, and the next one until you shouldered her out the way, not expecting her to actual wander off. When the game was over you grinned in triumph and looked to Carol for her praise but she wasn't near by. With a frown, you ventured around the arcade and found the jock hunched over a claw machine.

"These things eat you money, you know?" You half joked but to your surprise Carol dropped a small teddy bear into the box.

"And how long did that take you?" You teased as she picked it up.

"Its for you." You ran your thumb over the left paw that had a heart over it and smiled back at the jock who kept surprising you.

"Thank you, Carol." She nodded and the pair of you started to walk out the arcade and main building. Much to your surprise it was starting to get dark and there were few cars in the car park. You guessed the place would be closing soon but you hadn't realized you had been there so long. Time always seemed to fly by with Carol.

"How long were we even..." You started to laugh lightly until you turned to Carol and realized how close together you were. Your breath hitched when your eyes locked with her own that seemed to be looking back at you with something you couldn't quite pinpoint.

"Can I kiss you?" You whispered gently. You licked your lips and nodded slowly.

Her other hand rested on your cheek as her thumb caressed the smooth skin slightly and finally closed the distance entirely.

You had kissed Carol before, but never like that. It was slow and longing and gentle and you reciprocated in an instant, matching the rhythm she set. You brought you hands up to Carol's neck and cherished the moment of feeling connected to her in the way you had been craving before you pulled apart.

"It's only our second date, Danvers." You couldn't help but quip, not knowing what to say in such an unfamiliar scenario.

"Well this second date has taken a lot of work to get." Carol pointed out and you laughed as you continued to hold her close.

"I was scared." You admitted.

"You don't have to be scared with me." Carol assured gently.

"You mean it? You really..."

"I really love you." She confirmed.

"That's lucky for me, because I love you too." You smiled and brought Carol in for another kiss that she happily encouraged.

"So... more dates?" Carol asked with a laugh, clearly not all that familiar with the procedure either. You would work it out quickly.

"Yeah Carol." You chuckled.

"That I still have to work hard for?" She half joked.

"Not if we're girlfriends." The blonde laughed more at that.

"I'm glad to hear I've upgraded from just your favourite jock.

"You're always going to be my favourite jock too." You assured and kissed Carol once more.

*

Carol kissed a path down your stomach and smiled against your skin as she felt you shiver. Even after weeks of dating you still weren't used to her kisses, especially not across your more sensitive areas of skin.

"I got you." She whispered as she hooked her fingers over your pajama bottoms and panties and pulled them down together, kissing the newly found skin. You shivered more as her breath ghosted over your clit making you whine and buck your hips up. Carol smiled at your reaction and leaned down not before whispering "God, you're beautiful.

She wrapped her full lips around your clit and reveled in the moan that spilled from your lips. Her tongue dipped between your folds and she moaned at the sweet taste that invaded her taste buds.

You wrapped your hands in Carol's long blonde hair to bring her closer but she pulled away with a smirk. Before you could whine in protest she pulled her own trousers down to reveal a strap you hadn't seen before. It was different in shape and colour but the most noticeable different was the absence of the harness. You moaned softly at the realization it was anchored inside her.

"I want to feel it with you." Carol said as she lowered herself back towards you and placed her hands either side of your head and kissed your neck.

"Are you sure?" You asked tentatively. It would be the first time Carol had been on the receiving end to such a level. The most you had done was go down on her a few times.

"Yes, I trust you. I love you." She grinned and lined the strap up with your entrance.

"I love you too." You had really started to enjoy saying that to her.

You moaned breathlessly as Carol inched the strap into you carefully and kissed along your jaw more. She moaned with you when she bottomed out and felt the strap dig deeper into her. Her hips twitched as she took a moment to gather her own composure and held your hands above your head, your fingers intertwined.

"I got you." You assured back to her as she started to pull out and push back in. Carol moaned loudly in response and held you closer to her as she started to build up a rhythm, your thigh slapping together.

You moaned in sync as the strap pleasured you both more and more. You wrapped your legs tightly around your girlfriend's waist to push the strap deeper inside you both.

You shuddered every time Carol's skin met yours. Carol started thrusting the toy faster and harder as she chased her own release.

"It's so good!" You cried out. You both struggled to form words, only managing breathless moans as the strap pressed firmly against your g-spots in sync.

"Me too, fuck, please Carol. Cum with me." You pleaded and gave a strangled moan. Carol shuddered and moaned louder than you had ever heard as she came undone at the same time as you.

"Y/n." Your girlfriend shuddered and started to grind her hips against yours as she rode out her high with you.

"It's okay, I got you." You said as you held onto Carol's bare back. You held her close to you as she breathed heavily against your neck, the irregular patterns starting to even out. She was still shaking so you planted soft kissed across the patches of her face that weren't hidden in your neck as you stroked her hair, a content smile on your lips.

She adjusted herself slightly and the pair of you moaned softly when she eased the toy out and put it on the floor. "I'll clean it later." She whispered, eyes closed, before you could say anything.

"Okay." You chuckled and brought her closer to you. You wrapped your arms around one another as your legs tangled together under the sheets.

Carol's soft breath caressed your skin as you stroked her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead. A faint smile played across her lips at the action, confirming that she was just as happy as you were.

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dialogue prompts

so there’s this thing I do every so often where I put out a list of quotes as a prompt list, because as someone once told me, I live in a goddamn sitcom. anywhom, send a number and a character/ship/whatever and I’ll do what I can with that

“Some of you know where I live which means the threat of one of you setting my house on fire is very real, so it would be in my best interest to be careful.”

“Open up jackass, I need my glasses.”

“Do you know what you’re doing?” “Like in general? No.”

“It’s Tuesday. I need at least a full cup of coffee in my system before I start dealing with being alive.”

“Can I ask what’s up with the box of Polaroid cameras?” “The what?” “…do you not know about the Polaroid cameras?”

“Are you committing satanic rituals in there? Like if I gave you a doll, would you stick pins in it?”

“I will recite an entire monologue outside your office, and don’t think I won’t!”

“Don’t twist my nipple, dude.”

“Did you know that some figs have dead wasps inside?” “I did, actually.” “Of course you know, you’re so hot.”

“Which came first, the chicken or the bat?”

“You were a wanted man?” “Yeah, that was a weird week.”

“So you know camels?” “Where is he going with this?”

“Stop objectifying my massage therapist.”

“Go save him from himself please.”

“Girlboss in a way that makes sense for you.”

“Son of a…” “Bitch.”

“I don’t know if you know, but your dad-” “Oh no, I know.”

“Hey! You are not preschoolers. Wait your turn.”

“I love watching Gen Z kids try to figure out millennial technology.” “Hey I got the cassette player to work!”

“I’ve gotten to break the news to two people that Waffle Houses are closing in Florida and I kind of love it.”

“So we agree, right?” “Oh I don’t have a doubt in my mind.”

“Sometimes I forget you’re still basically a child.”

“Hold on.” “Oh they're going to kill him.”

“Hey are you busy?” “Yes.” “Ha! Get fucked.”

“Okay, something just gave me gender euphoria, but if I try and explain it it’s not going to make sense and it’s actually going to sound really bad.”

“You look insane, what’s up?” “Guess what came in the mail.”

“If I gave you a prompt on American cheese and asked you to write a research paper on it, what would you do?”

“That was a long sigh.” “You try dealing with assholes all day.”

“Sophomore year? What happened- no.”

“Do you know who that was?” “Are you kidding? Of course not.”

“You look like shit.” “Thank you for that.”

“I don’t like the way you just implied you couldn’t legally drive in the state of Illinois.”

“Is that okay?” “Yes.” “You’re still going to be anxious about it aren’t you?” “Also yes.”

“I really appreciate you not just straight up calling me a lesbian.”

“So I learned a thing or two about myself this weekend.”

“Important question. Have you watched the Vampire Diaries?” “No? Do I look like someone who would?”

“Mom, my pants broke!”

“I was gone for not even five minutes, where did the hedgehog come from?”

“Oh no you don’t. You three! Wait a minute. I need you little shits to help me with something.”

“Looks like I’m ruining Christmas this year.” “Why?” “Thanksgiving is taken.”

“Hey.” “Again?”

“Go to the doctor.” “No.” “Why not?” “I don’t like doctors.” “I don’t care. Go.”

“I won’t lie, you seem like the type of person who could get away with murder if you really wanted to. Like you’d only kill someone for a legitimate reason but no one would find out.”

“I feel like under different circumstances, I also would have been a bisexual whore.”

“Well fuck me in the ass.” “No thanks!”

“No really, I have it right here… hey what’s today’s date?” “It’s the __, why?” “Look. This is the second time this has happened.”

“If you have your gay awakening to Cara Delevigne, I’m disowning you.”

“Do you have a graphing calculator?” “Why would they have a graphing calculator?” “Yeah I do, hold on.” 

“It is 3pm on a Wednesday. Could they not wait?”

“So here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to go down to the football field, you’re going to find the head coach, you’re going to find a tackling dummy. Tuck your head, lead with your shoulder. I believe in you.”

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Could you maybe write a poly relationship with Sanford, Deimos and reader?

Thanks <3

Absolutely! This one starts off with a few angst crumbs, and again I talk about Nevadian nights because I can <3

Sanford x Reader x Deimos

Calm after the Storm

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Nevadian nights were always cold. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact there's no sun? Or maybe it's because deserts are just naturally cooler after dusk. No matter what the cause, you stood rubbing your arms to fight the nip of the cold as you waited and squinted into the dark- Trying to see if you could see their return.

The three boys- Hank, Sanford and Deimos had headed out on a mission what felt like Ages ago- Something about the Nexus Tower? Much to your fears 2B had given you little information, on account of keeping you safe from any issues that would arise from the mission… you only know it was dangerous. But not even you were ready to realize the dangers they had to face. As you saw the familiar best up looking car pull up, you could feel your heart stop. Were Sanford and Deimos ok? Hank-... you weren't worried about. But the other two were your partners, of course you're going to worry. Much to your relief, Sanford stepped out of the driver's seat and Deimos from the passengers.

"...Where's Wimbleton" Docs voice came from behind you, promoting you to jump. Where the hell did he come from? Sanford looked- well … he almost seemed to flinch at the name. He yanked open the back passenger seat and yanked out Hank's Corpse, tossing it with some effort to the ground.

"He tried to fucking kill us. I'm not going on missions with him- none of the three of us are. You hear me? He blew that Christoff guy off the top of the damn tower- but we didn't find his corpse." Sanford wasn't typically one to get this Angry unless it came to the safety of the people he loves, you'd appreciate him looking out for you if not for the fact you were still reeling at the fact Hank had turned on his own god damn team. Deimos was, for once, dead silent.

Things seemed to blurry together for the next few minutes, you vaguely remember standing to the side as your boyfriend's both got a brief check up and a few wounds patched back together in the med bay, then the three of you trudging off to your shared dorm room. Flopping in bed with them both and immediately you rested your head on Sanford's chest, hearing the sound of his heart beat. He was alive and fine. Soon you did the same thing to Deimos, finally feeling yourself relax as you verified his heartbeat as well.

"We're alright doll, we've seen worse." Deimos assured you, even if this whole ordeal had busted his brain as much as it did.

"Just because you've seen worse doesn't mean I'm not going to fuckin worry." You retort, sitting up and doing your own check just to be sure- though you knew doc didn't miss anything. You had to be sure- that was until Sanford pulled you close to calm you down- and to help himself -Deimos was soon to be pulled close as well.

"Hanks a jackass, we knew that. But we're not going to focus on him right now, we're going to have a well deserved break." Even Sanford was stressed still and you could hear it...

"Y...yeah. maybe we should do something calming." You nod

"We could watch a movie I pirated" Deimos offered, squirming away to grab his beat up old laptop before returning to the warmth you and Sanford offered. He set it up so you all three could see what was on it before picking the first movie off the list from a file full of movies. It's one you had all seen before a hundred times it felt like, but not one of the three of you complained- all of you just wanted something familiar and relaxing. And that's what you had, held here in each other's arms with the movie as noise in the background, paired with the small affections you have each other... A stray kiss finding its way to each of their cheeks, a calloused hand trailing through your hair, a kiss that tasted like cigarettes pressed to your lips... Tomorrow-? Tomorrow would bring a new day with new aches. But tonight, you have your partners, and they have you.

Nevada was always cold- but you had found warmth here with them.