#I’m probably gonna regret over sharing with this later

[character-kai]

I will forever think about this guy in highschool repeatedly waved at me every time he saw me and went out of the way change his schedule to join my classes. One time I walked into the wrong room and he waved at me from across a 30 person classroom and shouted my name asking if I was transferring to that period. Who forced his friends to let me hang out with them and even asked me to do urbex with them at one point because it “seemed like something I would like.” Ranted about rappers he liked and when he asked about what music I like and I said folk punk (objectively one of the worst genres) he asked for a fucking list of recommendations. Worst part is, I didn’t even know his name. And I feel EXTREMELY guilty about it

I’m so fucking autistic how did I fumble that so badly Jesus Christ.

[goldfades]

𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐌 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 / 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍' 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ─ PB⁵

TRACK 22 ─── SO HIGH SCHOOL

TTPD CELLY MASTERLIST !

౨ৎ ─ summary | you've been dating paige for a few months, and as your relationship deepens, the playful tension and shared moments of affection—whether it's her teasing touches during late-night gaming or her sweet gestures off the court—make you fall for her even harder, feeling like the luckiest person in the world. paige effortlessly blends her fierce athleticism with her soft, caring side, reminding you every day why you adore her

─ word count | 4.7k

─ warnings | nsfw (mdni) with lots of plot, light descriptions of fingering (reader receiving) while kk and ice r in the room, fluffy nonetheless! absolute cuteness and pretty light and sweet, slight hurt/comfort, ummmm nothing else im pretty sure

─ ev's notes | the long awaited so high school fic !!!!! and im back in the paige buckets era ! i hope everyone enjoys this as a part of my very late continuation of my ttpd masterlist

You’ve been dating Paige for a couple of months now, and somehow, everything still feels brand new. Each time you’re with her, it’s like your heart never quite learned to stop fluttering. She’s become the center of your world, and while things got serious between the two of you quickly, it feels just right—like you’ve found something rare. Something special.

You sit on the bleachers, watching Paige at practice. The squeak of sneakers on hardwood echoes through the gym as her team runs drills, but your focus is all on her—her sharp movements, the way she commands the court with such ease. You catch her looking over at you from time to time, and each time, you can’t help but grin. Paige grins back, shaking her head, as if she knows she’s getting distracted but can’t help it.

As practice winds down, you make your way down to the court. Paige jogs over, her face flushed from exertion, but there’s that familiar spark in her eyes when she sees you. “You’re trouble, you know that?” she says, laughing as she wipes sweat from her forehead.

“Oh yeah? How so?”

“You’re all I could think about today. Coach is probably going to kill me for zoning out so much.”

You smirk, leaning closer. “Glad to know I’m getting in your head, Bueckers.”

Later, in her dorm, the two of you are sprawled out on her bed, just talking. The conversation drifts to your first impressions of each other, and you start reminiscing about how you always dreamed of dating someone like her back in high school.

“You know,” you begin, eyes tracing the ceiling as you talk, “I used to fantasize about dating someone on the basketball team. Like, I wanted to be that person who wore their jersey on game days, made posters, and cheered them on from the front row. But... I never got to do any of that.”

Paige is quiet for a moment, but you can feel her eyes on you. When you glance over, she’s smiling—soft, thoughtful. “Why not?”

“I don’t know, I guess I never had the chance. It was always just a daydream.”

Paige sits up, crossing her legs as she reaches for something. You watch as she pulls out one of her jerseys from a drawer and holds it out to you. “Well,” she says, her voice playful but sincere, “now you can.”

Your heart skips a beat. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously. Wear it to the next game. Make a poster if you want. Go all out.”

You take the jersey from her, the fabric soft and warm in your hands, and your smile grows impossibly wide. “You’re gonna regret this,” you tease, already imagining the scene in your head.

“Not a chance,” she replies, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “I can’t wait to see it.”

───

It’s been a rough day. That exam you’d been stressing over for weeks didn’t go the way you’d hoped, and the weight of it presses down on you as you slump into the chair in Paige’s dorm. You’re quiet, distracted, the disappointment gnawing at you, and Paige notices immediately.

“Hey,” she says softly, her voice cutting through the fog in your mind. “You okay?”

You try to smile, shrugging it off. “Yeah, just... had a bad exam. It’s fine.”

But Paige knows you better than that.

She doesn’t push, just crosses the room with that easy grace she always has, sitting down beside you. Her presence alone feels like a comfort, like a steadying force in the middle of your chaos. She reaches for your hand, her fingers warm as they intertwine with yours.

“Talk to me, baby.” She says gently.

You sigh, running your free hand through your hair. “I just—I don’t know. I thought I had it. I studied, I worked so hard, and still… it wasn’t enough.” Your voice cracks a little at the end, and you hate how vulnerable it sounds, how it feels like everything you’ve been holding together is coming undone in front of her.

Paige shifts closer, her hand giving yours a reassuring squeeze. “I get it,” she murmurs, her tone soft but strong. “But one bad exam doesn’t change anything. You’re still amazing, and you’re still working your ass off. You’re going to be okay.”

Her words settle over you like a blanket, warm and steady, but it’s not just what she’s saying—it’s how she’s saying it. Like she believes in you so fully, even when you don’t believe in yourself. You glance up, meeting her blue eyes, and there’s nothing but sincerity there, nothing but love.

Paige shifts again, her hand moving to your back, tracing gentle circles between your shoulder blades. The touch is tender, unhurried, and it’s enough to ease some of the tightness in your chest. She leans in, pressing her forehead to yours. “I’m proud of you, baby. No matter what.”

The words hit you deep, and you feel a lump forming in your throat. You close your eyes, letting the warmth of her touch and her presence sink into you. For a moment, the disappointment fades, replaced by this quiet moment between the two of you. Paige’s breath is warm against your skin, her fingers steady as they trail up and down your back, grounding you.

“I don’t deserve you,” you murmur, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

Paige pulls back just enough to look at you, her brow furrowing slightly. “Don’t say that.” Her voice is firm, but there’s a softness to it. She leans in, kissing the corner of your mouth. “You deserve everything. You’re strong, and kind, and... I love you. That’s not changing because of some exam.”

The way she says it, the way her voice wraps around those three words, makes your heart swell. You’ve heard her say it before, but right now, in this moment, it feels like an anchor, pulling you out of the spiral of doubt and frustration.

You nod, swallowing hard, and Paige gives you a small, comforting smile before pulling you into her arms. You let yourself melt into her, your head resting on her shoulder as she holds you close. She smells like clean laundry and faintly of the gym, but to you, it’s the most comforting scent in the world.

She rubs your back in slow, soothing motions, her lips brushing against your temple. “I’m here, okay? Always.”

And somehow, with her arms around you and her quiet reassurances in your ear, the weight on your chest feels lighter. Not gone, but manageable. You sigh, feeling the tension leave your body, and you press a soft kiss to her collarbone in silent gratitude.

“Thank you,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

Paige just holds you tighter, her cheek resting against your hair. “Always,” she repeats softly, her fingers tracing slow, calming lines along your arm. And in that moment, wrapped up in her warmth and her love, the world doesn’t feel quite as heavy anymore.

───

"KK, you’re so shit." Ice yells, her voice cutting through the room as she throws her controller down dramatically. “How did you let me get sniped like that?”

KK rolls her eyes, her fingers still flying over the buttons. “Maybe if you weren’t running out in the open like a sitting duck, you’d be alive.”

Laughter erupts from the room, Paige chuckling beside you as her character jumps off a cliff in-game to make a quick escape. You sit close to her, legs tucked up under a blanket the two of you are sharing, your shoulder pressed against hers. The warmth of the blanket is nothing compared to the heat radiating between you, especially with how Paige’s arm occasionally brushes against yours, each touch sparking something that neither of you has addressed yet.

Paige lets out a low groan as her avatar gets eliminated. “Ugh, we’re so cooked.”

“You mean you’re cooked,” Ice teases, grinning as she watches the screen. “You keep getting distracted.”

You catch Paige’s eyes flicker toward you for a split second before she responds. “Whatever.”

Her teammates continue talking trash, but you barely hear them. Your focus has shifted, drawn completely to the way Paige leans just a little closer under the blanket, her thigh brushing against yours. It’s such a small, innocent touch, but it sends a shiver down your spine. The game blares from the screen, but all you can think about is how warm her skin feels against you, how every accidental nudge feels deliberate.

You shift slightly, adjusting the blanket, and in doing so, your fingers graze the side of her leg. Paige freezes for a split second, her hand still hovering over the controller, but then she clears her throat, refocusing on the screen in front of her. You glance at her from the corner of your eye and catch the slightest smirk playing on her lips.

“Okay, okay, I’m going full beast mode now,” Paige says, her voice low but filled with a new kind of energy. She’s leaning forward a little, but not enough to break the connection between you two. Her elbow brushes against your side again, and this time, it feels intentional.

KK, still playing, laughs. “Paige, you’re always full beast mode. You just suck tonight.”

“Shut up,” Paige mutters, her concentration slipping again as her fingers falter over the controls. She shifts back against the couch, her body pressing closer to yours, the tension between you almost tangible now. Her hand, resting on her lap, is so close to yours that you can feel the faintest brush of her knuckles.

You bite your lip, trying to stay focused on the game, or at least pretending to, but all you can feel is her presence, the way her body seems to gravitate toward yours. The noise of the room fades, the sounds of Ice and KK's bickering becoming background chatter as your attention zeroes in on Paige.

She’s pretending like she’s completely immersed in the game, but you know better. Her eyes flicker toward you again, the slightest glance, and her leg presses a little more firmly against yours, a silent acknowledgment of what’s brewing between you. The blanket covering you feels like it’s trapping heat, your heart beating faster, and you wonder if Paige can feel it too.

Without thinking, you shift again, this time allowing your fingers to brush more deliberately against her thigh. Paige’s breath hitches, almost imperceptibly, and she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she leans into the touch, her fingers tightening around the controller for a moment before she exhales slowly, the tension between you both crackling like static.

KK and Ice are still yelling about something on the screen, but you and Paige are in your own little bubble now. The blanket has become a shield, a cover for the way her pinky brushes against yours, so subtle but charged with meaning. You steal a glance at her face and see the way her lips part, her focus entirely split between the game and you now.

Paige shifts again, and this time, her knee nudges yours beneath the blanket. She doesn’t say anything, but her eyes flicker toward you once more, the corner of her mouth quirking up in a barely-there smile. There’s a challenge in her eyes, something playful but undeniably electric.

"Nice shot, P!" KK shouts suddenly, breaking the moment for just a second. Paige barely reacts, just lets out a breathy laugh, and you can tell she’s trying not to get too lost in the moment with you sitting so close.

“Yeah, uh, thanks,” Paige says, still distracted, her eyes darting to yours as her pinky hooks slightly around yours, hidden beneath the blanket.

The tension between you is thick now, unspoken but undeniable. The game continues on the screen, but neither of you is paying attention anymore. All you can think about is the heat radiating from her body, the way her touch lingers on yours like it’s the only thing grounding you both in this moment. The air feels heavy with something unspoken, something waiting to be acknowledged.

Your breath catches, and you wonder if she’s going to make a move or if she’s waiting for you to. The game blares on, Ice and KK oblivious, but for you and Paige, everything else has faded into the background.

As the game continues to play out on the screen, Paige’s hand slowly slips from where it’s resting on her lap, her fingers brushing against your thigh under the blanket. At first, the touch is light, almost casual, but you feel a spark shoot through you the moment her fingertips make contact with your skin. It sends your heart into overdrive, your breath catching in your throat as she presses her hand more firmly against you.

Neither of you speaks, but you can feel the weight of what’s happening between you.

Paige’s fingers begin to trace slow, deliberate patterns along your thigh, her touch warm and teasing. The movement is subtle, careful to avoid drawing attention from KK and Ice, who are still caught up in their game, oblivious to the tension building just inches away from them.

Your body tenses for a moment, a mix of anticipation and excitement making it hard to focus on anything but the sensation of Paige’s hand. She keeps her eyes fixed on the screen, her face perfectly composed, but there’s a small, knowing smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, like she’s fully aware of the effect she’s having on you.

Her hand moves higher, inch by inch, fingers trailing upward with agonizing slowness. You bite your lip, trying to keep your breathing steady, but the closer her hand gets to your warmth, the harder it becomes to maintain your composure. The heat between you grows, thick and undeniable, and you feel your body instinctively shifting closer to hers, wanting more of her touch.

Paige’s hand pauses just above your shorts, her thumb rubbing small circles against your skin, testing the waters. She doesn’t look at you, but the tension between you both is palpable, her fingers creeping higher as the blanket shields you from prying eyes. Your breath hitches, and you can’t help but glance down, watching the way her hand moves slowly, possessively.

“Paige,” you murmur softly, barely above a whisper, your voice shaky with the building tension.

She finally turns her head slightly, her eyes meeting yours for the briefest moment, dark and full of something that makes your stomach flip.

Her lips twitch into a small, teasing smile as her fingers slide just a bit higher, dangerously close to your underwear now. “Shh, can you be quiet for me?” she whispers back, her voice low and laced with amusement, like she’s enjoying this game more than the one on the screen.

Your pulse races as you nod, your skin tingling under her touch, and the blanket feels impossibly heavy now. Paige’s fingers linger at the edge of your thigh, just shy of where you want her to go, her hand warm and steady, teasing you.

The room around you feels like a distant blur, KK and Ice’s laughter barely registering in your ears as all your focus narrows down to the way Paige’s hand feels against your thigh. Every second drags on, the slow burn of anticipation making your heart pound in your chest. You shift slightly, your leg brushing against hers, and the movement draws a soft hum from her, her thumb pressing just a little harder into your skin.

You can’t help it—the tension between you both is too thick, too intoxicating. Paige’s hand moves higher again, her fingers creeping closer and closer, sending a rush of heat through you. You swallow hard, your breath coming quicker now, and she glances at you from the corner of her eye, her smirk deepening.

Her hand stills, fingers resting just shy of where you’re aching for her to touch, and she leans in ever so slightly, her lips close to your ear as she whispers, “You okay?”

The teasing lilt in her voice makes your pulse race even faster, and you nod, barely able to form a coherent thought with the way she’s making you feel. “Yeah,” you breathe out, your voice shaky.

Just as the word left your mouth, Paige slid her hands all the way up to your clothed pussy. Your breath hitched, head falling back on the couch. Paige let out a small laugh, shaking her head as she averts her gaze back to the game.

Then, she slowly moves your underwear out of the way and dips her finger in your wet cunt. You let out a gasp, causing KK to glance toward you and Paige.

“You okay, Y/N?” KK asks.

You quickly clear your throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure as KK’s eyes shift from the screen to the two of you. Paige’s hand immediately stills but she doesn’t move it away, her fingers warm and firm inside of you.

You feel your pulse pounding in your ears, the rush of heat in your cheeks impossible to hide. “Yeah, I’m good,” you manage to say, forcing a smile. “Just… uh, got a little startled by the game.”

KK narrows her eyes for a second, glancing between you and Paige but doesn’t seem to notice anything amiss. She shrugs and turns back to her screen. “You’re not even playing, Y/N. How are you getting scared?”

Ice laughs, chiming in without looking away from the screen. “Right? You’re just over there chilling while Paige’s getting absolutely wrecked.”

You let out a nervous laugh, the tension in your chest winding even tighter as Paige's finger begins moving deeper inside of you, biting your lip to stifle your sounds. You’re trying your hardest to act casual, but Paige is making it impossible to focus on anything else.

Paige leans a little closer to you, her voice low and teasing as she speaks just for you to hear. “See what you do to me?” she whispers, her breath hot against your ear.

Your stomach flips, the sensation of her words paired with the way her finger is still inside you, making it harder to keep your breathing steady. Your heart is hammering, and all you can think about is where her fingers are, how much you want them to keep moving.

As if she was reading your thoughts, she began moving her finger in and out of you slowly, making you let out a sharp gasp before covering it with a cough. You glare at Paige, trying to gauge how much of this is intentional and how much of it is just her toying with you. The playful glint in her eyes tells you everything. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and she’s enjoying every second of it. Paige’s lips quirk into a small, knowing smile, her gaze dipping to your lips for just a fraction of a second before she pulls back slightly, pretending to refocus on the game.

“You good, baby?”

“Shut up,” you mumble back as Paige raises her eyebrows, her finger stopping.

“Oh really?” Paige mumbles before you sigh, looking at her again with pleading eyes.

Ice, oblivious to the simmering tension between you and Paige, shouts as her character takes another hit. “Come on, Paige! You’re supposed to be carrying us right now!”

Paige chuckles, leaning back into the couch, but her finger doesn't leave you. If anything, her finger curl just a bit, and she casts you a quick glance from the corner of her eye. You shift under the blanket, trying not to draw any more attention to yourself, but the way she’s touching you makes your body buzz. She finally begins moving her finger in and out of you again, her movements sharp and increasing in speed.

“You okay over there?” Paige asks again, her voice low and intimate, sending another rush of heat through you. Her question is laced with double meaning, and she knows it.

You bite your lip, glancing toward KK and Ice, who are still fully engrossed in the game, before whispering back, “I’m not so sure.”

Paige’s smirk grows wider, her finger practically slamming into you at this point. “You don’t look okay.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, letting out another quiet sigh. You're glad that KK and Ice are so engrossed or else, you both would've gotten caught so quick. Paige added another finger into your wetness, practically fucking you at this point. You felt that familiar knot in your lower stomach, your thighs squeezing together─however, Paige's hand forces them open.

Just as the knot snaps, Ice’s loud shout suddenly breaks through the moment. “YES! Finally got that dub!”

You were breathing heavily as you came down from the high, your head falling back onto the couch in exhaustion. KK and Ice cheers, the room filled with excited energy, and Paige finally pulls her fingers away, the absence of her touch leaving your skin tingling. She sits back, grinning like nothing had just happened, completely composed while you’re left trying to catch your breath.

“About time,” Paige laughs, tossing her controller onto the table. She stretches, her arm casually draping across the back of the couch behind you as the others celebrate their win. Her fingers brush lightly against your shoulder, and you glance at her, your heart still racing, as she gives you a subtle wink.

───

The day of the game arrives, and the energy around campus feels electric. You've been anticipating this for days, ever since Paige handed you her jersey and encouraged you to go all out. You weren't sure if she was serious at first, but when you saw the glint of excitement in her eyes, you knew she meant it.

So, you spent the night before working on a poster, trying to make it perfect. The bold letters of her name stand out against the glittering background, and you added a few extra touches—hearts, basketball doodles, a playful nickname you call her when no one’s listening that she swears she hated (her blushing pink cheeks beg to differ).

Now, you’re standing in front of the mirror, her jersey slipping over your shoulders, fitting perfectly. It’s loose and comfortable, and the weight of it feels significant—like you’re carrying a part of her with you. You smooth it out, glancing at your reflection. The deep blue of the fabric contrasts against your skin, and the bold “BUECKERS” across the back makes you feel like you’re stepping into a role you were always meant to play. Your heart races, a mix of excitement and nerves bubbling in your chest.

When you finally make your way to the gym, the crowd is already forming, a sea of people moving toward the bleachers. You clutch the poster in your hands, trying to keep it from bending as you navigate through the packed hallways. With each step, your anticipation builds, thinking about how Paige will react when she sees you. You find a spot close to the front, just behind the benches, and settle in, your fingers gripping the edge of the poster as you wait for the game to begin.

The gym fills quickly, the hum of conversations mixing with the squeak of shoes and the sharp dribble of basketballs on hardwood. You scan the court, searching for her, and then—there she is. Paige steps onto the floor with her team for warmups, her long stride purposeful, her gaze focused. She’s all business right now, the way she always is before a game, completely locked in.

You catch her looking up into the stands, scanning the crowd, and then her eyes find yours. Even from a distance, you can see the instant change in her expression. Her lips twitch into a grin, her eyes lighting up like the sun breaking through clouds. You hold up the poster, and the smile that spreads across her face is worth every second you spent making it.

Paige stops in the middle of the court, her teammates laughing and calling her name, but she’s not paying attention to any of them. She’s looking at you. For a second, it’s like the entire gym falls away, and it’s just the two of you in that moment—her in her uniform, her jersey number flashing as she moves, and you in the stands, proudly wearing her name on your back. You lift the poster higher, grinning so wide your cheeks hurt, and she shakes her head, laughing as she mouths something to you.

You think she says, you're crazy, but the look on her face says otherwise. She’s completely smitten, and it shows in every inch of her expression.

Warmups end, and the game is about to start. The lights in the gym dim slightly, and the crowd roars as the players take their positions on the court. Your heart pounds in your chest, excitement thrumming through your veins. You’ve been to her games before, but this time feels different. This time, you’re not just a spectator. You’re part of it—you’re part of her.

As the game progresses, you cheer louder than you ever have, your voice raw from shouting her name, your arms aching from holding up the poster for so long. But none of that matters. You’re so caught up in the game, in every pass, every shot, every steal Paige makes. She’s everywhere, weaving through defenders like it’s second nature, sinking threes with that effortless precision she’s known for. The crowd chants her name, but you swear she’s only hearing yours.

At halftime, the teams gather at the benches, and Paige catches your eye again. She’s breathless, sweat dripping down her face, but she winks at you before grabbing her water bottle. That one little gesture sends a wave of warmth through you, and you know, without a doubt, that she’s been playing this hard, this fiercely, for you.

When the final buzzer sounds and her team wins, the gym erupts into cheers, but your focus is still on her. Paige is swarmed by her teammates, hugs and high-fives flying in every direction, but her eyes are searching for you. When she finally breaks free from the crowd, she jogs over to the stands, and without hesitation, she makes a beeline for you.

You can barely react before she reaches up, grabbing the front of the bleachers and pulling herself up effortlessly to where you are. She’s panting, still glowing from the win, but she’s grinning like she’s just won the lottery.

“You wore it,” she says, her voice breathless but full of joy.

You hold out your arms, letting her take in the sight of you in her jersey, the poster still clutched in one hand. “Of course I did.”

Paige shakes her head, leaning closer until her forehead is pressed against yours. She smells like sweat and adrenaline, and you can feel the heat radiating off of her, but none of that matters. It’s just the two of you again, in this tiny bubble where nothing else exists.

“I can’t believe you did all this,” she murmurs, her hand slipping to the back of your neck, fingers tracing lightly against your skin.

You shrug, trying to play it cool even though your heart is racing. “Well, I had to show up for my girl, didn’t I?”

Paige laughs softly, the sound low and warm. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But you love it.”

She pulls back just enough to look at you, her smile softening, and there’s something tender in the way she looks at you that makes your breath catch. “Yeah,” she whispers, brushing her lips against your cheek. “I really do.”

In that moment, with her jersey clinging to your back, her arms wrapped around you, and the crowd still buzzing with excitement around you, everything feels right. You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be—by her side, both of you wrapped in the kind of love that makes everything else fade into the background.

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[junicult]

!! showering w the bachelors for the first time

contains ; mostly fluff. fem!farmer. some suggestive parts. making out. newly established relationships. nsfw in sebastian’s, implied in shane’s & alex’s. afab!farmer. brief mention of fingering. not proofread, will later.

note ; i intended for this to be entirely sfw i swear

harvey.

- the honeymoon phase.

- where he doesn’t even live with you, yet he’s at your house nearly every night, or sometimes vise versa.

- when he uses your stove (with permission) to make you both dinner to share after you’ve finished work.

- where you’re still so in love all you wanna do is gaze into each others eyes and kiss until you can’t breathe.

- that’s exactly what kind of phase you’re in.

- and it’s been a long time since he’s been in that phase.

- you sorta have a whole routine atp.

- whenever he comes over, you make it a plan to wrap up work quickly & spend the evening with him,

- which is why you felt so guilty when you lost track of time, backpack full of rocks and geodes you couldn’t wait for clint to break open the next morning.

- when you glanced down at your watch, you nearly jumped ten feet in the air like a cartoon lmfao

- and you’ll definitely regret running up the ladder one level before you reached another button on the elevator—but right now, you weren’t even focused on that.

- by the time you made it back to your house, a mere two hours after you told harvey you’d be back, it was pitch-black outside.

- thankfully, he didn’t leave. instead, he stood scrubbing the dishes clean, before whipping around at the sudden swing of your front door.

- “harvey! i’m so sorry, i lost track of ti—“

- “oh thank yoba you’re okay,” he sighs, (u already know he wanted to call someone to check up on u but he didn’t want to seem controlling😭😭)

- and he didn’t waste a second to meet you at the door, scanning you just to see if you were injured.

- “i’m fine, i’m fine, just got way too distracted. did you make dinner? did you have to eat alone?? oh, i’m so so sorry i didn’t mean to—“

- ur word vomit is making him fall in love with you even more. two peas in a pod🫶🫶

- then it’s just back and forth of you constantly questioning and reassuring each other for a few moments.

- “but you made such a nice meal for me, and i kept you waiting, i just—i’m so sorry—“

- “sweetheart, it’s okay, i’m not mad,” he almost chuckles, holding you close.

- as soon as he established you’re not hurt or injured, he’s no longer stressed.

- he understands what it’s like getting carried away at work, so who is he to ever be mad at you for that?

- after you ate and assured him you were fine, that’s when you mentioned it.

- “i’m pretty dirty from the mines, i was gonna shower. make up for lost time with me?”

- his mind doesn’t inherently go to sexual things.

- honestly, he was just excited you wanted to.

- he also doesn’t give a fuck that he took a shower earlier. he just wants to spend time with you lol.

- although ik he’s all organized and has like a little routine where you both keep taking turns under the spray LMFAO

- like you get in first, rinse yourself off, then switch with him while you soap yourself up, switch & rinse, switch and apply shampoo, switch, etc, you get it.

- it’s so fucking funny LMAO.

- but the entire time you’re making casual conversation, some little comments about how much you missed each other, things like that.

- he loves how you look in the shower. not even bc ur naked, it’s just a vulnerable way to see the person you love, and there’s nothing sexual in the way he’s looking at you.

- even when you tug on his neck to pull him down for a kiss, he’s just swooning over your affections.

- unless the implication, or intention of sex came before the shower…he’s probably not approaching anything with that.

- it’s a completely different story if you’ve had a ton of tension all day,

- constantly making passing remarks that make his palms sweat, but unable to go any further because of your busy day,

- and you leave him all hot and bothered until you come home in the evening, and ask him to join you in the shower.

- that’s when he forgets all about the little routine.

sam.

- ah, the start to ur most important routine.

- honestly, i feel like you were the one who started it all.

- the whole, “every time you shower, we shower together” thing.

- at least, that’s what it becomes once you move in together. but before that, anytime he was over & you needed to shower, he’d totally join in.

- it’s not even sexual. there’s only like a 30% chance you’ll end up having sex, or even just do foreplay whenever you shower together.

- he’s just so clingy, and he craves the closeness after he realized how much he enjoyed you being there the first time.

- you both were quietly laying together, watching the tv wordlessly, just enjoying each others company after you two decided he should spend the night.

- which then prompted in him asking, “do you think i could use the shower? i smell bad.” he frowns after taking a whiff of his arm.

- you giggle. “i think you smell good, but go ahead. i don’t have your soap, though.”

- like he could care lmfao.

- “thanks!” he just grins, hopping on his feet and giving you a little kiss on the forehead before he skips off.

- you give it like 5 minutes before you decide u miss him too much (attachment issues😞)

- “sam…y’think you got room for two in there?” you knock before creeping the door open.

- he peeks his shampoo’d head from behind the shower curtain. “you wanna come in?”

- “is that okay?”

- u might’ve just asked him to marry you.

- his whole face lights up, grinning wide and opening the curtain wider as he steps to the side. “the more the merrier!”

- he doesn’t even care ur naked. there’s nothing sexual running through his mind, he’s just excited you’re standing with him rn. now he doesn’t have to rush to go see you.

- he even steps to the side to give you the chance to soak your hair under the spray.

- it’s easily just a little awkward at first.

- you’ve had sex before, that’s not why it’s awkward,

- only because it’s the first time you two are seeing each other completely naked without any intention of sexual advancement. not that it would be such a burden if you did, but neither of you want to.

- while you drench your hair, he can’t help but smile lovingly at the sight of water droplets all over your skin.

- he could easily be thinking about how much fun it’d be to have sex right here, but he’s too focused on how this might actually be his favorite thing you’ve ever done together.

- like minutes of silence pass, nothing but the water running and he’ll just lean in and press a kiss on your temple or shoulder.

- it’s not bc he’s trying to hint at something,

- he just wanted to do it, and he doesn’t really overthink the things he wants to do.

- but the affection makes you smile, and by how pure it was, it doesn’t send any false messages.

- it really doesn’t last that long. probably about 15 minutes of you both washing off and short displays of affection.

- yet it clung to you both so well, that it just became the routine you never skipped out on.

shane.

- it definitely just happened naturally.

- ur relationship at first was strictly sexual.

- to the rest of the town, no one even knew you guys even spoke. which, to be fair, there wasn’t much talking between u two anyways💀💀

- but i wanna say that was only for a couple weeks.

- it was still super slow and progressive. your conversations went from short & passing, to getting to know each other a little more. but the sex was still there.

- it went from instead of him leaving right after you finished, you’d stay up and talk for a couple hours.

- to waking up together, to spending the day together, etc etc.

- now ur relationship was approaching friends w benefits category. except it was unspoken, but neither of you wanted to be friends at this point.

- despite all of this, you’ve still never showered together.

- until you spent the whole day working outside. you feel gross, sticky, and sweaty. he just so happened to stick around after you started working.

- ur checking in on your animals he just follows you lol.

- before u both knew it, the sun was coming down and he spent the whole day helping you.

- the thing was, neither of you wanted to mention it. you were both nervous even bringing it up would spark the implication of wanting him to leave.

- which was not the case.

- not to mention, he’s a huge help. when u passed him ur axe to chop down trees, you almost couldn’t look away 🤷‍♀️

- so after you’ve finished, sun starting to set and sweat dripping from your temples—he’s still standing with you.

- “i feel gross, i’m gonna shower.” you frown, plucking your clothes away from your sticky skin.

- ofc he’s thinking it.

- but he doesn’t have time to make a sly comment before you shoot one over your shoulder, “there’s room for two, y’know.”

- say no more, he’s following close behind you throwing off his shirt.

- “thought you said there was room for two, there’s hardly room for one.” he snorts, squeezing himself beside you in the cramped space.

- “oh c’mon, you’ve never had a problem with making it fit.”

- he’s gonna lose his mind.

- u don’t really waste any time LMFAO

- drenching your hair under the spray before you look over at him,

- and you both just lean in cus it’s unspoken, but obvious you guys aren’t in there just to shower.

- he’s quick to slotting his hands at the small of your back, while you wrap yours around his neck and press yourself against him.

- …not much showering gets done, i’ll just say that.

sebastian.

- i feel like sebastian spends more nights at your house then he does at his own at this point.

- he’s not the type to get super attached very easily, even getting to the step of sleeping together took a while.

- but after it happened, he found your little cottage so comfortable. he liked waking up to you in the morning, and falling asleep in your arms at night.

- the only reason he goes home is to work.

- and the minute he finishes up, he heads back over.

- honestly, if he could pack up his computer and leave it at your house, then he’d never leave—which is probably why you made it clear he can’t do that.

- your relationship is already committed.

- i don’t really think he’d wanna sleep with you if hadn’t discussed a romantic relationship.

- anyways, i feel like bc of this, he’s already showered at your place lol.

- you were too busy to ask, and he knew you wouldn’t mind, so he just jumped in and took a quick shower.

- hours after you already started your chores for the day, he woke up & just sniffed his shirt and winced a little.

- he also did some laundry (for your sake).

- so then it kinda just became a, “hey, do you mind if i take a quick shower?” while you were preoccupied.

- sometimes you’d be the one to ask. like if you were lying together, on your bed in your house, you’d turn to him and say the same thing.

- it never rly occurred to either of u that you could knock out two birds with one stone🤷‍♀️

- one evening you were exhausted. you smelled horrible, you could already tell. you had spent nearly the entire day down in the mines, just covered in dirt and rubble, stinking like sweat yet he still kissed you when you came in.

- “i need to shower,” you groan, still accepting his kiss.

- ugh but he’s already spent the majority of the day without you, why are you going to deprive him of more?

- “i think you smell fine,” he tries his best to persuade, but you won’t budge.

- pressing against his chest, you giggle, “you know that’s not true. i’ll only be a few minutes, promise.”

- he’s honestly so clingy, literally tugging on your arm as you try to walk away and following behind you like a lost puppy.

- and suddenly, “i could use a shower too…” despite him using it earlier.

- you look at him for a second, narrowing your eyes, before you tease, “yeah, you could.”

- he’s much like sam, just less openly enthusiastic.

- when you tell him to get the water running, he’s only nodding, but it’s not hard to miss the way he’s turning to start the water so quick.

- and how he’s undressing like he has somewhere to be, despite presenting so nonchalant about it.

- for him, it’s just a better reason to be so close to you. he likes when you’re around.

- it really depends on how much he was missing you, but for the most part i don’t think it ever leads to anything sexual.

- sure, he stands back to let you rinse yourself off and his eyes wander, but that’s about as much that’ll happen if neither of you are in the mood.

- and even then, if you end up wanting to have sex, it hardly ever happens in the shower. most is just foreplay.

- which he is never opposed to.

- i’ve said it once, i’ll say it a million more times,

- he lovesss fingering you.

- and lowkey, if you’re intending on having sex and starting with foreplay in the shower…phew.

- gently pressing you against the shower wall, the water running all down his back but he doesn’t even care,

- and his lips are making out with yours, which are sloppy in response while his fingers press against that spot inside of you that has your neck craning and moans spilling…

- that’s what he wants when he’s been missing you and joins you in the shower.

alex.

- i actually think he’s similar to sam too.

- he’s a huge fan of showering together.

- for starters, he’s the kind of man who makes himself at home very quickly💀💀

- even when you guys weren’t even dating yet, still just in that getting to know each other and hanging out regularly phase.

- when you’d plan for him to come over once you finished up work and spend time w each other casually.

- the cocky side of him just took your hospitality as flirting.

- which, i mean, isn’t unbelievably far off. you do like him.

- but it was probably like his second time over at your house, and he just casually asked if he could take a shower.

- you might’ve raised an eyebrow, but you still said sure.

- so then it became a pretty normal thing. he never took longer then 10 minutes, so you could appreciate that.

- after you both started dating, and had seen each other naked, it became much more casual.

- the transition between not showering together, to showering together was so subtle.

- it just started with you showering, and he needed to pee so he’d just come in and, well, pee.

- then he’d be showering but you still needed to brush your teeth and do your skincare, so you hung out in the bathroom.

- and pretty soon it was so normal that when you asked if he wanted to join you one evening—you didn’t even think much of it.

- it wasn’t until you were midway through washing your body when you realized he was doing the same thing beside you.

- it was just like a, ‘oh, okay, this is normal now’ kind of realization.

- “can you pass me the shampoo?” like he was asking for the salt at the dinner table.

- it just felt natural, especially after he moved in.

- it became a thing you both do together.

- literally a part of your nightly routine. when you were ready to shower, you’d let him know and he’d start the water while you got undressed.

- so since it was your nightly routine, i feel like the longer you’re together, showering together and having sex doesn’t really pair up.

- you shower 9/10 times together. there’s no way you’d be able to keep up (he can tho lol)

- but that doesn’t mean it’s rare.

- he loves looking at you when you’re naked. no shame.

- there could be zero sexual energy between you two at the moment, and he’s still looking you up and down, admiring.

- he can’t help it! he doesn’t even have to be turned on for his body to react to yours.

- “are you hard right now?” you laugh almost like you’re making fun of him.

- and his response will always be, “well duh,” because you just have that affect on him.

elliott.

- another man that loves to shower with you.

- well…yes he likes to shower together, but he’s definitely a bigger fan of bathing together.

- i’ll get to that in a minute.

- your relationship progressed very steadily. it wasn’t until after a few dates when you actually slept together.

- once you had sex though, i feel like it opened you up into being much more comfortable around each other.

- spending time constantly, always inviting him over, allowing him to see you in more vulnerable ways like in your pj’s or all dirty.

- he approached the idea first, i feel like.

- you’ve been having a stressful week, working nearly every hour you were awake, and you had complained about it prior.

- so he just wanted to help you relax, setting up a nice bath with candles and bath salts and anything to help you relax.

- he’s so sweet about it too, not even intending on joining you until you clasped your hands together and asked him to.

- “join me, please. i’ve hardly seen you all week.”

- and he’s all ears.

- sitting in the opposite end, either sitting in peaceful silence or listening to you recap your day.

- i lowkey think he’d bathe you LMFAO

- like hear me out, he’s offering to wash your hair and he’s all delicate with it, giving you a whole head massage and dipping a cup of water to rinse it out.

- kissing your neck and shoulders, pampering you while you don’t even care to protest.

- and even if you did, he wouldn’t allow it. not when you’re all he wants to focus on right now.

- and despite him loving to bathe with you, i feel like his shower routine is so intensive and meticulous that it’s not often you shower together.

- he never minds your company, i promise you that.

- i just firmly believe he’s a morning showerer and you don’t really have the time for that in the morning.

- if you were to ask for him to join you, i don’t think he’d turn you down. he’d just stand away from the spray and tie his hair back so it doesn’t get wet LOL

- but he’s all for spending as much time as he can get with you.

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Hello lovely fandom! It’s tiiimmeeeee. I’m so ready for this premiere. This hiatus felt like the longest one yet. Probably cause they weren’t allowed to share literally anything for months and months. While I might still gripe we’re only getting 18 and 20 would’ve been better….I am psyched to be analyzing a new season ❤️

Changing these up to First impressions cause mini and I don’t get along in terms of brevity. Now imma try and be briefer since I’ll be doing a deep dive next summer. Hopefully in our next hiatus. *fingers crossed* The library still a turd for new gifs. So had to make all mine. Also I must have a new angle at my new place. So they came out not how I wanted lol But after a full day of work I was too tired to re-do them all. It's a miracle this is coming out with how tired I am haha Anyways bear with me and hopefully next weeks gifs are better ha Off we go!

7x01 The Shot.

Cool thanks recap. Not like we forgot the breakup that ruined us all…Would like to say someday that won't ruin me to watch, but that's a lie...Love that to leave the lineup for recaps now. Thanks.

It's the little things like them sitting next to each other in the swat car that make me so happy. Not gonna lie I was grinning like a damn fool just seeing them seated together. God I missed them. Straight giddy them working together in the field. It’s where they originated. It’s where they’re going to heal.

I love her directing him in the field. That snap of her fingers and he knows instantly what she needs and follows. That beautiful rhythm only they can achieve. Silent communication at it's finest folks. Mmm loving this. Lucy taking down a dude double her size and Tim coming in to help finish him off. Hot damn I love them in the field. Legit ship crack to me everyone. Look at those beautiful humans in motion above. I can't get enough.

Oooh lord T.O Tim *fans self* Mmm Can’t say haven’t missed him. I'll be real honest. Yum. Thank you Nolan for not undermining him while he sized them up. We would've had words sir. It probably shouldn't delight me watching him tear them apart, and yet here we are with me drooling over him. With zero regrets. Just nice to see him in his element after being knocked out of it last year. I shall enjoy this year for him I can already tell.

Ha! Bingo card hit. That's one square down. ‘Grey guides Lucy with her career.’ Yasss I’m a dork I know but you all knew this ha Grey pulling strings to get her to T.O. "Temp." I’m sure it’ll stick. He see’s what a good teacher and leader she is. Look at him jumping starting this for her. Nudging her in the right direction.

Lucy not being sure....Still battling with that UC identity and detective path. Some left over S6 bleh hanging around. I think Grey is setting her path and she has no idea how ‘not temporary’ this will be. At least IMO. I see her excelling at this and wanting to stay at it. Plus like Grey said it’ll strengthen her position should detective come back up. Also like to list the reasons why I think this will be good for her.

One it'll rebuild her confidence. Something we all know was shattered and then run over by s6. Second it'll give her a new purpose and clarity for her career. (Which is also a bingo square for me. Yes I'll be tallying mine all year lol) Now she has to accept being a FT one for it to apply but I think it will. Lastly it'll get rid of the pesky 'Chain of Command' issue for them later on. Because we don't want that again.

Tim enters the chat and he is a most welcome addition. The mini banter about her training. I'm here for it and I love love love it. Look at the flirty smirks on these idiots. Like breathing fresh air once again. The small smirks have me reeling. Gimme. Grey although has no time for this LOL Ushering their asses out. Just happy they can breathe the same air again and not have it be nuclear.

Then the real banter begins. I’ve missed them so much. I wanna cry. Tim instantly offering to give her tips. Is this one of his small doses? Possibly I think he would’ve offered this as an olive branch either way tbh. But I love seeing how eager he is to bond with her over this. Lucy’s so cute with her ‘ My rookie.’ Girl you’re gonna wanna stay a T.O. I already see it.

Lucy of course has her sassy answer locked and loaded for him. He answers right back. Goodness their banter is top tier. And woo another bingo card for me. Well this was not in my official bingo card. BUT I did say how if she ended up as a T.O. this season this would happen. In my 6x08 review said they would end up doing a bet over who trains a better rookie. And here we are. I'm enjoying my spoils and grinning like a happy fool. Which is nice after spending the second half of s6 being emotionally spent and destroyed.

Oh Lucy, like you could ever walk way from your man about a competitive bet of all things. This is how they’re gonna heal my friends. Going back to the beginning. To their roots. Where this rock solid bond was started. In the field. Along with some banter and fiery competition thrown in. This new dynamic has me so giddy I can’t even contain myself.

You can see how excited Tim is she’s going to be a T.O. With him. Flirting with her by offering this up. Moth to a flame with her in general. But this? Man is raring to go. Being a T.O and competition with his girl? He is beaming with excitement. Also probably knows this is a good way to further his cause of mending fences.

The goading of her oh my lord. It’s s4 all over again and I’m here for it. Except Tim is far more aware he’s in love with this woman. The straight teasing and flirting in front of the entire station. Welcome back. Oh my word I love sfm. His telling smirk is amazing. Reeling her back in slowly LOL

Nolan actually ignites more flirty flirts for them when he tells them about the ringer. Because classic John can't shut his yapper. I’ve truly missed this high grade goodness though. Lucy accusing him of hustling her haha Tim deescalates her like only he can with his strong logic. Saying it's actually harder that he has previous experience. He’s not wrong. First thing I thought about him when they said he had experience…Poor Seth called a virgin lmao

The rookies get assigned and we get jealous/protective Tim. Welcome back to our screens. You've been missed. *grabs ice water* This premiere is trying to kill me in the best way. I was here for the show. You tell that cocky little boy babe. I think someone else had one of the rookies flirts with Lucy in their bingo card. So you get that square ha The balls to do that in front of Tim. This kid has a death wish on wheels.

Ovary explosion at the way he barked at him though. Man is making me thirsty af. Also this kid is not a ringer in the least. I know what it’s like to de-program someone. It’s not easy. When I would get someone from another team (and terrible manager btw) I would spend the first 30 days just getting rid of the bad habits before I could begin to mold them. So ringer he is not....Lucy has a better shot with fresh meat tbh. Seth is far more impressionable. Hence her finishing line above.

Tim TEARS Texas a new one. Was kind of hoping he would. Nothing like a solid Tim T.O. rant. This kid needed it holy cow. Too damn cocky for a rookie even with experience. Makes it worse. Get em Tim! I’m enjoying this far too much. Haha Mmm. Sidelines his ass as he should. Maybe he can rejoin when his ego is in check.

This scene had me cackling. First off look at them both with crossed arms. I'm dying. Also Lying liars who lie LOL Both struggling a little bit with their rookies. It’s hilarious. Can’t ever admit fault of course. Very s4 vibes going on here I love it sfm.

Friggin Nolan has to be include himself...Listen John they checked the guest list for this work flirt convo. You're not on it sir. So needy this one. He actually didn't bug me much at all in this one. Probably the lack of Bailey....

Tim’s final T.O scene has me drooling holy hell. The jacket, the stern taking to, and telling them to suck less? I’m dying hahaha I loved how this was shot. Seeing the faces as Tim grills them both. Putting them in place. I love it sfm I'm so VERY excited for this season for him. If this was our look into it I am ready for more.

Oh my word, this final scene of theirs. If you don’t feel giddy, and a sense of promise for reconciliation from this interaction, I can't help you. LOL. I mean that in the nicest way haha I really do. The subtext running through this scene like a bullet train of hope. The moment begins with puppy dog Tim. Let’s take a second to contrast how he just was with the rookies earlier. To seeing his girl in the parking lot. That's the Lucy Chen effect.

That man is walking on air, and beaming his best ‘Lucy’ smile as he approaches her car, looking like a damn snack I wanna devour. I adore the swapping of stories. Giving each other shit but staying confident in their abilities to right their rookies ships as it were. Lucy saying ‘Tomorrow is another day.’ With Tim’s hopeful ‘Yes it is.’ Got me all in my damn feels. To me it’s a positive setup for the entire season. The low key flirty vibes here are glorious first and foremost. Second the flirting inside the promise with those two lines has me reeling.

The smiles they both convey just shows our babies are healing. Lucy is healing. She isn’t holding back with the positivity and flirting right back. There is this underlying UST too. But the most beautiful part is their talk about 'Tomorrow'. Tomorrow is another day for them to get one step closer to being who they once were. Only stronger. Tim’s 'Yes it is.' Is everything. His tone of voice, how he’s looking at her, and that determination to make something out of every day he gets with her. Driven to make tomorrow a day he inches one step closer to the promise he made in the elevator in 6x10. Oooh lord I’m excited for this season.

I said couple days ago how amped I was for this new dynamic. Them being T.O’s together and finding their way back in this fashion. It’s a fantastic and true to them way to do it. Couldn’t be more excited. The LOOKS everyone my god. The way he is pining after her. Doesn’t tear eyes away for a second as she pulls off. And our girl checks the mirror not once but TWICE.

Making eyes right back at him. This scene should excite the hell out of you. I’m scaling the walls right now haha This is as a very very promising opening episode for them. Little more proof they're going to make their way back. Won't be right away but it's coming. This is what I was longing for when we left off all those months ago.

For them to be in a better place to even start this healing. I’m so ready for this journey. I really am. Trusting the writers to do this at the right pace. So when it does happen and it will. We’re gonna be on cloud 9 x1000 Ooof lord that was good. They know how to close out an ep our ship. Watched promo for next ep. I’m vibrating with excitement.

The UST I feel from that little clip is the beauty of Eric and Melissa. This season gonna be incredible i feel it deep in my soul baha Now I’m excited we don’t have a break now that we’re here. As always thank you thank you thank you. To any and all who comments(love me to chat don’t be shy wanna theorize with you all) , like or reblog these. You have no idea how much it means to me. Also proud of myself for keeping this brief ish for me lol Below is my side notes feel free to comment on anything said in this or below till next week my lovely fandom :)

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Side notes non Chenford

No Bailey in a the premiere was already staring off with a win for me. Sorry Jenna but ya know lol sorta not….really…

Lieutenant Grey! So happy for him. Solid reasoning why he got it. Sucks he feels bad but I'm glad for him.

Lots of action off the bat hot damn. They said we'd have more and I loved it

Oooh loving Wes being assumed to the station. Welcome sir. Happy to have you and more Wopez moments to come.

Aaron went to north Hollywood someone had to lol Makes sense he would leave due to Blair. Also leaves the door open for him to return someday. Which makes my heart happy.

Poor Wes has to hear the recording of a man wanting to do things to his wife lol oh my lord. He’s legit having a meltdown about it hahah I sense some trouble for Wopez. Should be interesting season for them.

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Bearer And The Bound

☰ Pairings: Sukuna x Reader, Slight Megumi x Reader

✧ Summary: When you stumble upon an ancient ring in an abandoned house, you unknowingly bind yourself to a cruel, powerful demon who thrives on torment. Trapped in a reluctant bond and forced to navigate a shared existence, Sukuna plots your downfall while you fight to survive his sadistic games. But as your fates entwine and secrets of Sukuna’s dark past begin to unravel, the lines between enemy and ally start to blur.

✧ Tags: True form Sukuna, Enemies to Lovers, Dark Romance, Demonic Bonds, Heavy Angst, Slow Burn, Sukuna is Bad at Feelings, Possessive Sukuna, Tension, Forced Proximity, Eventual Smut, College/University AU, More Tags To Be Added Later

✧ Status: Ongoing

✧ You can also read it on AO3

☰ CHAPTER ONE: The First Command

Chapter Summary: A seemingly harmless trip to an abandoned house takes a dark turn when you stumble upon a mysterious ring.

☰ Masterlist | Next Chapter

“There is no way I’m going into some creepy old house. What is wrong with you, Yuji?” Nobara says, her arms crossing over her chest defiantly. “Do you know how many diseases I could get just from walking around in a place like that? It’s probably crawling with mold and rats.” She wrinkles her nose, making a face as if she’s disgusted just thinking about it. And to be honest, you have to agree with her. Yuji first brought up visiting the “haunted house” as he had called it earlier in the day, after having heard about it from his classmates.

“I heard some of the other students talking about it in class,” he exclaimed excitedly. “Apparently, people keep hearing things late at night coming from that old house. They said no one’s gone inside in years, because anyone who does comes out freaked out of their minds. Sounds like the perfect place to check out, right?!”

Since then, he had continued to bring it up, trying to convince you, Nobara, and Megumi to join him.

“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun!” He looks around at everyone animatedly, his eyes shining with enthusiasm. “Just think about it—it’s like the perfect adventure! People say it’s haunted by some ancient spirit or something. Doesn’t that sound awesome? I’ve always wanted to see a ghost!”

Nobara scoffs, still unimpressed. “A ghost? Seriously? You think some lame ghost story is gonna get me to go into that dump?” She flips her hair over her shoulder, rolling her eyes.

Yuji copies her stance, crossing his own arms, a teasing grin taking over his face. “I mean, if you’re too chicken, Nobara, it’s fine. Just say that.”

“Excuse me? Chicken? What are you, twelve?” Nobara snaps, her eyes narrowing. “I’m not scared of some old building or dumb ghosts. I just don’t want to waste my time with pointless bullshit.”

She looks over to you and Megumi—who’ve been watching this whole ordeal in silence—for support, but when she only gets blank stares in response, she sighs in exasperation.

“Fine. But if I’m going, they’re going too.” She points a perfectly manicured finger towards you and Megumi.

You shift on your feet, feeling nervous about the idea of going into a creepy abandoned house, haunted or not. You enjoy watching the occasional scary movie about ghosts or other paranormal entities, but when it comes to the real thing, you’d rather stay as far away as possible.

“I don’t know, guys… what if something goes wrong?”

Yuji turns his attention to you, placing a warm, reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Look, we’ll be in and out. Just a quick look around, and then we can say we did it. It’ll be an adventure! Plus, what if something really does happen, and you miss it? You’ll regret it for sure.”

You chew your lip, mulling over Yuji’s words. Man, he’s more manipulative than anyone gives him credit for, and it’s working. After all, you wouldn’t want to be the only one hearing the story secondhand if something exciting actually did happen. You hate missing out.

“Alright… I’ll go,” you answer, looking to the ground nervously.

“That’s the spirit!” He pats you on the shoulder a little too enthusiastically with the hand that’s still lingering there, making you jolt. He turns to Megumi, expectantly. “Megumi? Whaddya say?”

Megumi rolls his eyes and sighs, looking thoroughly irritated, though that isn’t an out of the ordinary expression for the dark haired boy.

“I had a feeling you’d drag me into this. I’ll come. But—“ he interrupts Yuji mid cheer, “I’m only coming because if I don’t, someone,” he gives the pink-haired boy a pointed look, “is going to end up getting himself in trouble.”

“Yes! This is gonna be so fun!” Yuji exclaims, ignoring Megumi's comment as he punches the air in victory. “Come on, I’ll drive,” he exclaims over his shoulder, already heading to his car.

“Yeah, fun…” Megumi mutters under his breath, as you all start following after him, “until we’re all running for our lives.”

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Once you arrive at the house, it’s nearing dusk. The sun paints the sky a bright orange, and as you climb out of the car, you can hear the cicadas chirping around you, hidden away in the tall, long-forgotten grass that grows around the abandoned house in front of you. You thank whatever powers may be that Yuji has decided to drag you all here while there’s still daylight, because honestly, it looks creepy enough even now.

The house looms in front of you, a decaying remnant of what must have once been an impressive structure, though time has not been kind to it. The roof sags in the middle, as the weight over the years has bowed it down, and several of the windows are shattered, jagged shards of glass still clinging to the frames like broken teeth. Vines crawl up the sides of the house, their tendrils weaving through the cracked wooden siding as though they’ve been trying to pull the house down into the earth.

The front porch is an even sadder sight, the wood rotted and splintered from years of exposure to the elements. A broken rocking chair lies on its side, one leg missing, and the front door hangs slightly ajar, swaying ever so slightly in the breeze, the action producing the faintest creaking noise.

Even the air around the house feels different—thicker, heavier. The chirping of the cicadas and the rustle of leaves seems to die off as you approach, leaving an unnatural silence hanging in the air, as if even nature itself is avoiding it.

“Alright, let’s get this over with before I change my mind,” Nobara says, standing in front of the house tapping her foot impatiently, her voice firm.

Yuji grins wide as he steps ahead, pushing the door open further with a loud creak, revealing the dark, dust-filled interior. The door scrapes against the floor, half off its hinges, and it stirs up a cloud of debris, making you choke.

Megumi waves a hand in front of his face, trying to clear up the dust cloud. “Jesus. Watch where you step, guys. This place looks like it could collapse at any minute.” His voice is laced with caution as he glances around warily, his eyes scanning the decaying wood that makes up the floor.

Your nervousness increases as you step inside, the heavy scent of mildew making your nostrils flare. The floor groans underneath every step you take. You look around, surveying the environment. The wallpaper is peeling in long strips, and there’s holes in the walls underneath, revealing the skeletal remains of the structure. The furniture, looking like it was once grand, now lies in tatters, draped in cobwebs.

The house seems to breathe around you, the creaks and groans making it hard to tell if someone, or something, might be lurking inside. It makes your skin start to crawl.

Nobara walks ahead of you, waving a hand in front of her face to swat away a cobweb. “Ugh, this place is disgusting! I swear to god, Yuji, if I get tetanus from this…”

Yuji, already way ahead of both of you, clearly excited to explore, is shining his phone’s flashlight over every corner of the room. “You won’t! And just think of the story we’ll get to tell afterward.”

“Assuming we all make it out without the house collapsing on us,” Megumi replies dryly, trailing behind everyone. The beam from his light reveals a staircase over to the left, looking like it might crumble if anyone dared to step on it.

The group moves through the entryway and into what looks like an old living room. Everything is covered in thick layers of dust, and the once ornate carpet is faded, stained, and torn. Your flashlights cast long, eery shadows across the room.

Suddenly, there’s a faint sound, a soft scraping noise that seems to come from the far corner of the room.

Nobara spins around. “Did you guys hear that?” she asks quietly, her eyes wide.

Everyone freezes, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent house. You grip your phone tighter as your heart rate increases.

“It’s probably just the wind, right?” Yuji laughs nervously, his grin faltering.

Megumi looks at him, his voice tense. “Wind doesn’t make that kind of noise.”

You all stand still, listening intently. The scraping noise comes again, followed by rustling. Nobara raises her flashlight, shining it toward the noise, and just as she does, something small and quick darts out from behind a piece of furniture.

A rat.

“God, seriously? It’s a fucking rat,” Nobara groans in disgust, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. “I knew it. I knew I shouldn’t have come here.”

Yuji laughs, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, “Phew, for a second there I thought we were gonna see something really freaky.”

You continue to explore the house, passing by broken picture frames, shattered glass, and the remnants of what was once someone’s home. Everything seems frozen in time, like the house has been abandoned for centuries. It fills you with a sense of sorrow, knowing that a family probably lived here once, creating happy memories within these walls.

You enter another room. A small, dusty study, by the looks of it. The wallpaper here is even more faded than the living room, barely clinging to the walls. Shelves line the walls, filled with old, crumbling books, and there’s a desk in the corner covered in papers that look too fragile to touch.

Your flashlight sweeps over the room, and as the beam lands on a small, unassuming wooden box in the corner, something catches your eye. The moment the light hits it, a soft glow reflects back at you. A ring.

The ruby stone set in the center gleams with a beautiful glow, as if it’s beckoning you toward it.

You kneel down, your fingers hesitating just over the ring.

“Woah,” you exclaim, mostly to yourself.

You carefully pick it up, turning it over in your hand. The metal feels cool and heavy, and the stone is striking—a deep, blood-red ruby that catches the light in a beautifully mesmerizing manner.

Nobara peers over your shoulder. “That’s actually… pretty nice. You should take it. I bet it’s worth something.”

“Can it really be worth something if it was left in a place like this?” Megumi asks, stepping closer to inspect the ring.

He’s probably right, you think. Although, maybe someone dropped it accidentally while they were inspecting the place, much like you’re doing now. The chances of that are slim, though, as it seems as if it was placed perfectly in the center of the wooden box you plucked it from. Like it was waiting for someone to find it.

Despite the warning signs rising in your gut, you slip it onto your right ring finger, just to keep it safe. It fits perfectly.

After another fruitless search through the rest of the house, you all decide it’s time to go.

Yuji looks disappointed, his hands shoved into his pockets as you make your way out the front door.

“Aw, man,” he pouts, glancing back at the house, “I really thought we’d see something cool. All that build up for nothing.” He throws his hands up toward the sky, falling to his knees dramatically. “This sucks big time!”

Megumi sighs exasperatedly, pulling Yuji back up to his feet by the collar of his shirt, pushing him toward his car.

“Like I said, it’s just an old house, idiot. What, did you expect some ghosts to come running out to greet you?” Nobara scolds, shaking her head.

You all pile into Yuji’s car, the atmosphere lighter now that you’re outside again, and as you drive away, you can’t stop glancing down at the ring on your finger. It seems to shimmer faintly, even in the dark. Almost like it’s alive.

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You step inside your apartment and flick the lights on, happy to finally be home. As you kick your shoes off and make your way over to your bedroom, you let out a yawn, rubbing your tired eyes.

The adrenaline rush from being in that house has left you exhausted; you don’t even bother with your usual nightly routine, instead preferring to slide underneath the blankets and straight into your bed. As you switch your bedside lamp off and the room is engulfed in darkness, you can’t help but feel like something is… off.

An unsettling feeling has suddenly washed over you. You try to shake it off.

Relax, you tell yourself, you’re just on edge from the events of the night.

Even if nothing paranormal happened in that house, it was still utterly creepy.

A few moments pass. Just as your eyes start to feel heavy, the wind outside your windows lulling you into the beginnings of sleep, your consciousness starting to fade…

You hear something.

What, you’re not sure. It’s faint at first. A creak of the floorboards, perhaps, or a barely-there whisper you can’t quite make out. It makes your heart skip a beat, a sense of dread settling itself in your gut as you lay there, unmoving, waiting to see if you hear anything else.

And you do. Louder this time.

A low, rumbling laugh. It’s mocking, and it cuts through the silence like a knife.

Your eyes snap open, panic fully rushing through you now. A sudden chill spreads through the room, the air now feeling heavy and cold. The ring, still placed on your finger, long forgotten in your exhaustion, suddenly burns hot, a searing pulse spreading from the ruby stone through your hand, making it throb. You hiss as you flex your fingers to try to ease the pain as you sit up in bed, your eyes quickly darting around the darkened room, trying to find the source of the sound.

And once your eyes fully adjust, you find it.

In the corner, just barely illuminated by the soft moonlight filtering in through your blinds, stands a figure. Tall, imposing, and unmistakably not human. His form is casted in shadow from the night, but his four glowing red eyes pierce through the darkness, locking right onto you. His grin, wide and sinister, is the only other thing you can make out in the darkness.

Your heart pounds wildly in your chest, your breath caught in your throat. He then speaks, his voice deep, rough, and dripping with cruelty.

“Did you really think that ring was yours to take, little girl?”

The malicious, pure evil in his tone makes your blood run cold. You hastily reach over to flip your lamp back on, hoping the warm light will save you, prove to you that this is a dream, that you’re just hallucinating. Surely this cannot actually be happening. But the light provides you no such comfort. If anything, it only sharpens the nightmare before you.

In the now dimly lit room, you can make out the details of the creature standing before you. His size is massive, his stature incredibly broad, with tattoo-like markings adorning his forehead, running down his cheeks, all the way to his chin, and a lone streak swiping across his nose. Blush pink hair adorns his head, flicking up off his forehead haphazardly. He looks to be wearing some sort of traditional Japanese robes, the color of deep crimson, embroidered with ancient looking symbols. That’s when you notice this entity has an extra set of arms, each of the fingers long and clawed, each nail sharp and black as night. He stands motionless, ominous energy rolling off of him in waves that make it hard for you to breathe.

Your scream finally breaks free from your throat, as his sinister laughter fills the space around you. You scramble backwards on the bed in the opposite direction of him, your instincts taking over in a rush to get as far away from him as possible. You fall off the bed with a heavy thud, landing on your back, pulling another sharp cry from your lips, this time from pain.

In one swift movement, faster than you can blink, the figure stands over you crumpled on the floor, his face gleaming with a wicked delight. He raises one of his hands, his long, clawed fingers curling, as if preparing to strike. Your arms fly over your head in response, trying to protect yourself from whatever impending blow he was no doubt about to impose on you. You shut your eyes tight as frightened tears start to spill down your cheeks.

“Please,” you sob, “don’t kill me.”

Your voice cracks with desperation, and to your surprise, the room falls eerily silent. You stay like that, waiting.

Nothing happens.

After a moment, you peek through your fingers. Sure enough, the entity is still there, his hand still raised mid-strike, as if he’s frozen. A look of frustration has overcome his features as he lowers his hand, taking a step back. He studies you for a moment, his eyes narrowing.

“Now look what you’ve done, foolish little human,” he spits. “Don’t get too comfortable. This game is far from over.”

Without another word, he turns to head back to the darkest corner of your room, his form melting into the shadow, and then he's gone.

The room falls silent once more. Your breaths come in ragged gasps, your body trembling uncontrollably as you remain huddled on the floor, tears still streaming down your face. Your mind spins, trying to make sense of what just happened.

What the fuck was that?

The figure—no, the monster—had just disappeared into the shadows as though he had never been there at all, but the weight of his presence still lingers, making it feel cold, empty, wrong. Your eyes dart around the room, waiting for him to reappear at any moment to finish what he started.

But nothing happens. He’s gone.

You sit up slowly, wiping at your face with shaky hands, trying to gather yourself, but your fear doesn’t fade. The memory of his cruel laughter, his piercing red eyes, and the sheer malice radiating from him is burned into your mind. You can still feel the heat from the ring pulsing against your skin, a reminder of what just took place.

Did you really think that ring was yours to take, little girl?

His words echo in your head. Your eyes fall to the ruby stone on your finger, shimmering in the faint light. You try to pull it off, figuring the ring was the reason any of this was happening in the first place. You tug as hard as you can, nearly dislocating your finger in the process, but it’s no use. It doesn’t budge. It’s as if it has shrunk, melding itself into your skin.

You give up, crawling back onto your bed, hugging your knees to your chest as you try to steady your heart, but your thoughts are a jumbled mess. Why was it doing this? Why was he doing this?

You think back to the way he moved, the way he seemed to freeze when you begged him not to kill you. There had been a clear look of frustration in his eyes when he lowered his hand. Why did he stop?

The questions swirl in your mind, each one heavier than the last, with you realizing there’s something you’re missing. Some piece of the puzzle you can’t quite see.

There’s no way you’re getting any sleep, not with this fear still gnawing at you. The room feels too small, too suffocating, and every tiny sound makes you jump. The wind outside rattles your window, making you flinch.

All you can do is wait, now. Wait for morning. Wait for answers.

Wait for him to return.

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The Flash of a Camera ; Joshler

what will josh do when he sees the face of his best friend on a porn website? this one’s long n smuttyy ;) (power bottom!tyler top!josh)

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Josh was bored. With tour over and done with and no new album on the way, Josh usually found himself just sitting at home most nights.

His apartment wasn’t much, two beds and bath and a small space where everything else was crammed together. Across the hallway was his buddy Tyler’s room. The pair moving in together a few years after forming a band. It was nice at first, always hanging out, talking, doing something, but the time together grew less and less, Tyler almost always out of the house.

Josh didn’t bother asking why, figuring Tyler had other friends to see or even that he just wanted alone time. He didn’t stress over it.

Tonight was like most others, Josh scrolling aimlessly on his cellphone. He heard Tyler come home, yelling something along the lines of “Yo!” as he walked inside.

“In here!” Josh called out. Placing his phone on his chest. He looked to the door of his bedroom, seeing it swing open and Tyler standing shirtless and sweaty in the doorway. “God, what happened to you?” Josh asked with a laugh, looking at his winded best friend.

Tyler chuckled slightly, leaning against the door. “Just went for a run, needed to clear my head.” He said. Josh was almost taken aback, Tyler? Running? Yeah, those two didn’t make much sense in his head.

“Alright.” Josh mumbled, smiling a bit, his eyes falling to look at Tyler’s bare chest.

Tyler cleared his throat slightly, straightening up in the door way. “Anyway, I’m tired, gonna head to bed.” He mumbled, “night, Josh.” Reaching forward and shutting the door, Tyler walked to his bedroom.

Josh stared at the door momentarily, almost savoring the spot Tyler stood. He knew he had a crush on Tyler, he always had really though the two never fully acted on anything. Sure, they had snuggled, shared a few kisses, maybe even a blowjob here and there over the years but nothing serious.

Thoughts of Tyler ate away at Josh’s mind til he snapped out of whatever trance he was in. “Damnit.” Josh muttered, feeling his hard on rubbing against his boxers. He sighed, having nothing better to do, so he grabbed his phone immediately trying to find the best porno out there.

After a while of searching, well and palming himself over his sweatpants, he found one. It was long, around thirty minutes with everything Josh was searching for in the title.

‘Desperate Twink gets absolutely wrecked on his Daddy’s cock.’

Josh bit at his lip, clicking on the video only to be brought to an only fans page. The username looking loosely familiar. Josh stared for a moment, trying to work out in his head where he knew it from as he reached over to his nightstand to grab his wallet. It’s safe to say he was way too intrigued to back away now.

Quickly, he punched his information into the website, signing up for this subscription. He knew he would probably regret his decision later but right now getting off was the only thing on his mind.

As the screen loaded, Josh stuck a hand to his waistband, pulling his sweats and boxers down and letting himself free. His cock, hard as ever hit his stomach, his hand flying to it immediately. Now slightly more in the mood, Josh looked back to his phone screen.

Tyler.

Tyler Joseph, sitting on his knees looking up innocently at the camera while cum covered his face.

Tyler Joseph, naked and lying on his back, his own cum covering his stomach and his mouth opened slightly.

Josh couldn’t believe what he was seeing, couldn’t believe that not only was his best friend a porn star, but he had just subscribed to his best friend’s only fans account.

His cock ached as he looked through all the videos, each around thirty minutes but some landing at just under an hour. Each title laced with dirty words, each thumbnail the naughtiest version of Tyler.

Soon, Josh found the one that caught his interest in the first place. Only now, he was even more into it, the thumbnail being the final nail in the coffin. It was Tyler, on all fours with so much cum dripping out of his hole. He was looking back towards the camera, tears staining his cheeks.

He looked towards his door, seeing no signs of movement outside it, hearing nothing. He knew it was wrong, yet he pressed the video, adjusting his volume just enough before the video began playing.

It started off strong, Tyler looking up just passed the camera, a large white t-shirt covering him. Josh recognized it immediately, it was his. A shirt he had let Tyler borrow then never saw again. “God, Ty..” He couldn’t help but whisper out, still watching while gently stroking himself.

“You gonna be a good boy today, Tyler?” A man behind the camera asked, the camera being help POV style. Josh almost felt like he was the one filming. Tyler nodded his head as a hand reached forward, pushing a thumb into Tyler’s mouth. “Yeah? Gonna be daddy’s good little slut?”

Tyler let out a whine, sucking on the man’s thumb, a bit of drool spilling onto his chin. God, Josh thought he could cum just from that but he continued watching.

“Well sweet boy? Think you could show daddy how good you can be?” The man asked, his cock entering the screen, tapping Tyler’s cheek with its pinkish tip. Instantly, Tyler abandoned the man’s hand, taking the man’s cock in his mouth eagerly. “Cool it tiger, nice and slow, yeah?” The man said, gripping Tyler’s hair and slowing fucking into his mouth.

Josh bit his lips, his hand speeding up on his own throbbing cock. He imagined it was him instead of whoever was behind the camera. Imagined smacking Tyler with his tip then making him suck him off. The image was glorious.

In the video, Tyler whimpered around the man’s cock, the camera panning down between Tyler’s spread thighs. His cock peaked out from under Josh’s old t-shirt, already wet with precum. “Awe, baby you should’ve told daddy.. you want some attention sweetheart?” The man teased, pushing himself further down Tyler’s throat.

Tyler whimpered around the man, his hands gripping the t-shirt while the man laughed. “What’s the matter? Use your words babe, tell daddy how much you want him to touch you.”

Tyler whined again, getting his throat fucked harder than before, his eyes shut, a somehow innocent look on his face in the not so innocent act. Josh groaned lightly as he watched, needing something more.

His fingers moved to the screen, fast forwarding a bit til he saw Tyler laying on his back, his t-shirt pulled up to reveal his belly and nipples. “Such a perfect little cum slut I’ve got, huh baby?” The man asked, the camera shaking slightly as he jacked himself off.

“Mm.. Daddy.” Tyler whined reached towards the camera man’s cock with one hand, the other playing with his nipple. “Fuck, daddy, cum on me.” Tyler said, pouting slightly. “Please, I’ve been so good.” His voice was higher than normal, almost like he was putting on more of an act for the camera. Josh was loving every minute of it.

It didnt take long, The camera man moaning slightly as he came. Tyler gasped, the man’s cum spraying onto Tyler’s stomach, some landing on his own hard cock. “D-daddy..” Tyler whined out, bucking his hips up into nothing. “N-need you, god, please, need you right now.” He moaned out, desperate to be touched.

“Tyler..” Josh moaned out, so close to exploding cum all over himself. He kept watching, knowing at anytime now he would cum, and it would be possibly the best orgasm of his life.

He once again imagined it was him as he watched. He wanted to touch Tyler, stretch him out and fuck him messily just like the camera man was doing. Josh shuddered, eyes shutting as Tyler’s moans played off his cellphone. Josh let out one last loud groan, cumming onto his stomach.

Josh recovered, dropping his cellphone to his chest and clicking it off. “God Ty. The things I wanna do to you.” He whispered out. Enjoying the moment alone before sighing and getting out of bed to clean himself off.

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The next morning was awkward to say the least. Josh sitting in the living room, a bowl of reese’s puffs in his lap as he mindlessly scrolled on his phone. As Tyler emerged from his bedroom, Josh nearly spit milk everywhere, his eyes glueing to him for a second before pulling away.

“Gosh, you alright dude?” Tyler asked with a small laugh.

Josh hummed softly, nodding his head and trying to play things as cool as possible. Tyler clearly didn’t know, and Josh was gonna take that to his advantage. “Alright, well my buddy wanted to hang out so I’m gonna head out.” Tyler said, smiling softly at the man on the couch.

Josh grinned, waving him goodbye. As the door shut, Josh jumped into action.

He usually wasn’t so obsessed with porn, or really with masterbating even. Part of him even found it slightly boring, he much preferred the real deal. But god these videos, they were his for a month before he would need to pay again. All his, to watch and cum to as he pleased.

Leaving his bowl on the coffee table, still half full of cereal, Josh went to his bedroom. He shut the door with his foot, not bothering to lock it before he pulled off his pants and boxers. Jumping into bed, Josh couldn’t wait for the next video.

‘Won’t you help me, Daddy?’

Josh read the title, seeing Tyler in the thumbnail looking all needy and desperate with a hand on his cock. He clicked on it, curious as to what the video entailed and also hard as a brick.

Instantly, Josh was met with Tylers face as he set the camera on what seemed like a tripod of some sorts. He was in his bedroom, on the bed Josh had laid on oh so many times. Josh wondered where he was while Tyler was filming. Was he in the next room, oblivious to the naughty acts going on with Tyler? Or maybe he was out of the house?

His thoughts were interrupted by Tyler’s voice, sweet and high as always. “Daddy..?” He asked, almost sheepishly, “m so, so hard..” He continued, backing up enough you could see his whole body.

Tyler wasn’t lying, sprung up between his thighs was his hard dick, pink and dripping in precum already. Had Tyler been touching himself before hand? Josh couldn’t help but wonder what Tyler was thinking about, what got him so needy.

“Please can I touch myself?” Tyler asked. Josh groaned, hand finally coming down on his own cock as Tyler continued. “I’ve b-been so good, Daddy.” He sounded so shy, so cute as he whined.

There was a small pause, Tyler looking at the camera while humping the air. His sad, needy expression switched to one of relief. “I can?” He asked, making Josh chuckle a little at the slightly cringy dialogue. “God, Daddy, thank you.. fuck, thank you.” Tyler said, his hand falling to his cock, rubbing circles on the tip. “t-thank you..” He moaned out once more.

Josh moaned along with him, following the actions of the boy in the video. “Hmm.. god, daddy.. hurts.” Tyler whined out, looking up to the camera again, “G-gonna cum, oh my.. m gonna cum al.. all over myself!” Tyler moaned out, all high pitched and whiney, sure enough cumming in his hand just from the small touches.

Now josh really wanted to know what got Tyler so far along.

He skipped ahead a bit, seeing Tyler go from panting and whimpering to sucking on two of his own fingers, moaning around them. The actions were quick, Tyler stretching himself open while moaning and whining about how much he wanted the viewer, his ‘daddy’, to fuck him.

“I wish I could, baby.” Josh mumbled, feeling all the more dirty as the words left his lips.

Tyler but at his lips, pulling his fingers out and reaching off screen. “Gotta get you wet too, Daddy.” Tyler explained, pulling a large, veiny dildo into frame. “Wanna taste you..” Tyler nearly whispered, his tongue licking up the shaft of the toy, his eyes staring into the camera.

“God, Ty..” Josh muttered, stroking himself a little faster. Thinking about how much he wanted to feel Tyler’s warm mouth on him.

“You taste.. mm,” Tyler mumbled, pausing and swirling his tongue around the tip of the dildo before continuing. “Taste so fucking good.” Tyler mumbled, continuing to wet the toy with his tongue. Giving teasing looks to the camera the whole time.

After a minute or two, Tyler allowed to toy to leave his mouth, a string of saliva connecting them. He opened his legs, able to access his hole even though he was laying on his back. He put the dildo up to his cock, an absolutely adorable giggle hitting Josh’s ears. “Mm, So big Daddy, can’t wait to have you in me..” Tyler practically moaned out.

Finally, Tyler lined the toy up with his entrance, slowing pushing it in. As he did, his head threw itself back, eyes shut when it popped back up. “Fuck..” Tyler moaned, the dildo complete inside him. “F-feels so good.. too good.” Tyler whined.

He began thrusting the silicon cock in and out of himself, hips rocking in motion slightly. His moans were airy, heavenly, and so very sweet. Josh but at his lip, on the edge of cumming. “s-so close..” Tyler stuttered out in the video, speeding up while his free hand play with his cock once again.

A gorgeous sound erupted from Tyler’s lip, spraying himself in cum. “Oh..” Tyler groaned, slowing down but not stopping. “d-daddy.. oh fuck.. m so full..” He whined, looking up at the camera with those big brown eyes.

That pushed Josh over the edge, cumming only seconds after Tyler had. He panted, like the previous session he clicked off his phone, just lying there processing the sinful act.

Eventually though, he got up, figuring he should shower before Tyler got back.

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It had been a week. A week of Josh’s porn addiction, or rather his Tyler addiction. He knew it was bad, but he just couldn’t stop watching.

The way Tyler whined after he came, that beautiful, scrunched up face he makes when he cums, How he begs the viewer to help him out in most if not all the videos. Josh was truly, madly, deeply infatuated.

Tonight was like every other. A Saturday, Tyler and Josh playing some video game out on their couch.

“Oh dude, you’re done for.” Josh said, watching as Tyler played. Their hangouts felt, a bit odd on Josh’s end. To Tyler, they were still just friends that kissed sometimes, but to Josh? Josh was pretty much creaming his pants at every glimpse of Tyler. It was like living with your favorite porn star, literally.

Tyler smiled, admitting defeat as the round ended. He placed down his controller, his phone buzzing on the coffee table. He looked down, smiling softly at the notification. “Hey uh, Josh?” Tyler asked, looking over at the man.

Josh looked back, smiling at him lightly. “Yeah?” He asked.

“So, My buddy is needing some help with some things over at his place. I’m gonna head over. I’ll be quick, promise.” Tyler said. Josh let out an almost faked pout of disappointment.

“C’mon, we never hang out anymore, Ty.” Josh complained, as if he wasn’t gonna go get off the seconds Tyler left.

Tyler nodded a bit. “I know, things will change I’m just uh, just busy right now.” He said, sighing as he stood. “Promise Josh, last time.” He spoke, immediately walking to the door and leaving.

Josh was star struck at how fast Tyler got out of there. He must really like this whole porn thing if he’s that eager to get out of the house. Josh didn’t mind though, it just meant more time wasted masterbating to his friends porn.

He smiled as he stood, walking towards his room. He yet again kicked the door shut, though it only party closed. Now in bed, he pulled off his clothing, immediately logging into the website and heading to Tyler’s profile.

“Alright Ty, give me something good.” He mumbled. Once it loaded, he saw a new video, posted the night before and probably filmed around two ish weeks prior.

‘bent backwards, all for his daddy…”

Josh bit his lip, seeing Tyler in the thumbnail wear Josh’s shirt once again. This was an old crop top, a light pink color with a pocket on the front. He was lying on a bed, touching himself and looking up at the camera with a shocked expression.

Josh immediately clicked on it. The room immediately filled with whiney moans from Tyler. As Josh watched, he was but lost at first catching on about a minute in. The cameraman was hidden almost, behind a door or in a closet filming Tyler as he touched himself, a moaning mess sprawled out on the bed.

As Tyler moaned, Josh swore he head his name. Lacing between words as Tyler came apart on the bed just by his own hand. The camera man come out of the closet, making Tyler whine and gasp, looking up at the camera almost shocked, almost.

“Oh, baby, baby what’s going on here?” The Camera man asked, zooming in slightly on the scene as he stood at the foot of the bed.

“I.. I um.” Tyler began taking his hand away from his private, grabbing at the headboard instead. “Just w-wanted attention..” He whined out.

The man let out a disgruntled sigh, so loud it was audible. Tyler shivered, looking up just past the camera as the man moved in closer. He placed the camera down on the bed momentarily, running his hands over Tyler’s thigh, making him squirm slightly.

“M sorry.” Tyler whispered out, his chest rising and falling faster before the man began moving Tyler.

“Ah, Still were naughty though weren’t we baby?” He asked, Tyler nodding softly as a reply. “And we all know what happens to naughty boys, right?” He asked. The camera was picked up, aimed at Tyler who was practically bent in half. His knees up by his shoulders, any and all precum slowly dripping down from his cock to his cheeks.

Josh shuddered, groaning into his bitten lip as he practically edged himself, not wanting to cum too soon.

A smack landed on Tyler’s ass, the skin jiggling slightly only resulting in another smack. Tyler let out a loud whine, all desperate and needy. Josh was so fucking close and he was just five minutes in.

“Hey, Josh?” A voice rang through the house. Fuck, was Tyler really home already? Josh scrambled as footsteps came through the house. He threw a blanket over himself, lying on his side with his phone shoved beneath the pillow.

Tyler peaked into the room, seeing a rather… blushy Josh lying in bed. “Hey um, have you seen my tripod? I forgot to grab it.” He asked. Josh scanned his room, practically groaning as he saw the stand over by his desk. He had completely forgotten he had used to take some photos the other day.

“Oh, uh yeah it’s.. it’s over there.” Josh mumbled out, wanting Tyler out of his room as fast as possible. The man nodded, eyeing Josh’s flustered form before walking toward the piece of equipment. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I forgot to give it back.” Josh continued, unmoving from his stop under the covers.

Tyler snickered, shaking his head as he began to walk out. “You’re okay, don’t worry about it.” He stated, waving it off as he grabbed the door handle beginning to shut it. “Sorry for interrupting your porn.” He joked, not seeing just how red it made Josh.

With the door shut, and a much more flushed Josh, he groaned quietly, eyes shutting as he laid back on his pillow. He could only pray Tyler didn’t actually hear anything, the awkward conversation already working its way into Josh’s mind. By now, Josh’s session was ruined, and he knew it.

Sighing softly, he adjusted, grabbing his phone from under his pillow and swiping out of the website, laying his cell on his bare chest. “Fuck.” He whispered to himself, staring at the ceiling. That was far too close for comfort.

-

It had been days. Josh having some, odd fear of being caught in the act again. He stayed celibate, though his dirty mind and horny cock begged for otherwise. He was doing good, ignoring the thoughts, the notifications of Tyler posting, even partially ignoring Tyler all together… but as expected it all came crashing down.

It was night, the apartment quiet as it usually was. Josh was trying to sleep, truly he was, listening to the wind out of his window and focusing on nothing in particular, well until his door creaked open.

Something told him to stay still, he wasn’t sure why but he did, even when he heard Tyler whisper out his name. It was quiet, but eligible, a clear “Josh? You awake?” Yet the man stayed in bed, unmoving, not even opening his eyes in the darkness, like a child pretending to sleep.

The door soon shut, tyler’s footsteps walking away, down the hall slightly and to his own bedroom. Now Josh was up. What did Tyler want? Was he hurt? Did he need help?

As Josh’s mind ran with questions, answers, and theories, it was then clear. He wished he could’ve figured it out on his own, but he only put the pieces together when Tyler began talking, slightly loud in his bedroom.

Oh, right. Porn.

Josh looked towards his door, listening intently for Tyler’s words as they slipped through the walls. It wasn’t much, just muffled words followed by a few moans.

His phone lit up on his bed, blinding Josh slightly before he adjusted, a notification on his phone that made him grin.

‘lovetyjo is live! tune in now.. ;)’

He bit as lip, it was the first time a livestream had happened in the weeks Josh had been secretly watching. The first time he had really caught Tyler in the act. Of course he clicked on it.

Immediately, he was horny, seeing Tyler struggling to talk with the viewers while running a vibrator up and down his length. “M.. Fuck, I’m so close..” He whispered out, eyes locked on the camera, darting to the chat every now and again.

His back arched, face scrunching as he pulled the vibrator away, a groan echoing through the house as he ruined his orgasm. Josh was confused for a moment, until he looked to the chat, seeing it flooded with men encouraging him to edge himself.

“How.. much longer daddy?” Tyler asked innocently, calmed enough to place the toy against himself again. His big, glossy brown eyes read the chat as he whimpered, reading messages of,

‘just a few more times!’

‘you’re not cumming at all babydoll’

‘should’ve uploaded on time! then we won’t punish you ;))’

Josh was, infatuated really. Tyler was really doing this, listening to random men online for what? fun? money? fame? didn’t the rockstar already had enough.

As always, Josh’s cock interrupted, rubbing uncomfortably against his boxers. “Fuck.” he whispered, looking back to the live, whining as he watched Tyler hold himself back again. He needed to do something.

Should he touch himself? Try to ignore everything? Or maybe, should he go see Tyler?

He felt himself leaking precum as he continued watching the lewd stream. Soft groans escaping himself mouth as he looked from his phone to the door.

He muted his volume, hearing just Tyler now, in real life just a hallway away. Without a second thought, he stood, tossing his phone to his bed as he began walking. “Fuck it.” He whispered, too horny to care anymore.

Tyler’s moans grew louder as he moved closer to the other. Josh honestly felt he could cream his pants right there outside, the noises enough for Josh to get himself off. He shook his head, reaching slowly to the door knob.

As the door opened, the house erupted with moans, Josh catching him just in time to see the cumshot. The white liquid shooting up onto Tyler’s stomach, the boy squeezing his eyes shut as he rode out the orgasm.

Josh felt himself cum aswell, only his wet his boxers instead of really going anywhere. “Fuck.. th-thank you.. for letting me cum.. I’m gonna get cleaned up.” Tyler began, vibrator now lying dirty on the bed. “Love you” He stated, blowing a kiss before shutting off the livestream.

He layed back on his bed, still not seeing Josh who was peaking through the crack in the door. “Holy fuck..” Tyler whispered, sighing as he finally looked over, eyes immediately going wide as he saw Josh.

“Shit, uh, I can explain.” Tyler began, reaching for his shirt to cover himself.

Josh grinned slightly, letting out a small laugh as he watched. Through the whole persona, it was still the same awkward Tyler. “Don’t.” Josh spoke, taking a few steps closer.

Tyler looked up, eyes innocent and watery per usual. “Huh?” He asked, a small grin on his lips.. wait, what?

As he stared, Josh was now more confused, he expected some big vomit of words trying to play it off, not whatever this was.. unless.

The other seemed to drop the act now, grinning a bit more. “Well, you enjoy the show?” Tyler asked, still a blushing and flustered mess yet, almost practiced words. He ran a hand through his hair, biting at his lip a bit.

The longer the two sat in silence, the more tension built. Josh was confused, yet the most horny he had ever been while Tyler was simply eyeing the other, like a dog awaiting a treat or a new toy.

“I have to tell..” Josh began, being immediately cut off.

“Just c’mere, Joshua.” Tyler interrupted.

Josh listened immediately, rushing forward and colliding their lips. Tyler’s saliva coated lips were soft, parting a bit as Josh shoved him onto his back. The two were silent, half grinding on each other as they made out.

The kiss finally broke, a string of spit connecting their lips. Tyler looked up, an almost hungry look in his eyes. In a moment, Tyler rolled over, now on top and straddling Josh’s hips. “Ty,” Josh began, hands wandering up the others thighs.

Tyler bit at his lip, looking down at Josh with a small, very slight grin. “Hm?” He hummed out, sliding down to be more sat on Josh’s thighs, allowing the man to sit up.

Tyler’s hands running through his hair, Josh was in awe more than anything, looking through the man for any hint of discomfort yet he found none. “I’ve been watching your videos.” Josh finally spat out, almost timidly.

He was a bit surprised when Tyler laughed, grinning much more now than before. “I know.” He said, still giggling a bit. “You weren’t exactly the best at hiding it.” Tyler confessed, his hand falling out of Josh’s hair and on his chest.

As Josh sat, processing, Tyler got up, kneeling down in front of the bed, between Josh’s knees. Fingers crept up, landing on Josh’s waistband.

“But, Tyler I…”

“Josh, do you want me to blow you or not?” Tyler asked, tilting his head up at the other.

Josh instantly shut up, nodding his head. “Yeah, fuck yes, please.” He spoke, looking down at Tyler as he lifted his hips, allowing his sweats and boxers to be pulled off, sitting at his ankles now.

Tyler truly wasted no time, tongue swirling around Josh’s tip eagerly, collecting some of the cum that still clung to it. “Really got you worked up huh?” Tyler asked, a hand pumping the others length slowly as he awaited response.

Josh only nodded, too full of bliss (well and slight panic) to properly reply. Moans escaped his mouth, low and quiet as Tyler’s mouth reconnected with his cock. “Ty..” Josh moaned out, hips bucking up slightly.

Tyler’s hand reached up, grabbing Josh’s and placing it on the back of his head. Mumbling something around the man’s penis, bobbing his head. Josh understood, gripping the soft hair tyler had regrown and practically fucking Tyler’s throat. It was heavenly.

The younger man whimpered softly, throat being barged into hard and fast by Josh. A tear slipped down his cheek as Josh came, the warm liquid sliding down his throat, coating it entirely.

He pulled out, hand falling back to the mattress as he panted, looking down as Tyler pressed soft kiss to his cock, licking up what little cum remained.

”You look good like that, Ty.” Josh admitted, a blush on his cheeks as he spoke. Tyler grinned, standing up and sitting on the bed beside the other, licking off his salty lips. The man’s lustful eyes captured Josh, pulling him in, their lips collided again, tyler being tipped onto his back.. again.

Tyler hummed into the kiss, hands resting on Josh’s shoulders as the other hovered over him. “Babe.” Josh mumbled, pecking Tyler’s lips again. “Ty, you’re so good.” He continued, kissing the other again. Hungry and desperate for the others love.

Tyler broke this time, looking up innocently despite the smirk on his lips. “My turn, Daddy?” He asked, fingers slowly sliding down Josh’s chest before both his hands fell above his head. “I know you wanna fuck me…” He teased, spreading his legs, wrapping on around Josh’s.

“Please?” Tyler asked, gasping as he was suddenly flipped onto his front, Josh lifting him to be on his hands and knees.

He looked back, brown, sweet eyes meeting Josh’s as he let out small moans. Josh’s hands roamed over Tyler’s ass, fingers feeling over the smooth skin, over the red handprint seemingly from a few days prior.

His fingers easily slid inside the other, three curling and straining in the boy as Josh pumped his own cock with his other hand. “Daddy? Oh fuck.. Josh please just give it to me.” Tyler moaned out, wiggling his ass slightly.

Josh really couldn’t resist, pulling out his fingers and lining himself up almost instantly. “Yeah, Fuck, anything for you.” He spoke, slowly pushing himself into Tyler, both men erupting in moans.

No words were spoken, except a few slurred ones by Tyler as Josh fucked into him. The two panted, moaned, cried out for one another, all until Josh came for the third time inside of Tyler’s hole.

“Fuck.. Oh god..” Tyler slurred, the action making him cum aswell, spraying the bed in thick white semen. Josh thrusted a few more times, allowing the two to really savor their orgasms. Finally pulling out and sighing, looking at his work.

Cum spilled out of Tyler, his hold puckering slightly, seemingly desperate to be filled again. “Josh? Joshua.” Tyler said, looking back again. “Closet, plug.” He mumbled.

Josh nodded, smiling softly as he stood, walking the small distance to the closet and picking up the first buttplug he could find. How had he not noticed the giant pile of sex toys earlier? He wasn’t sure, but he didn’t care. All there is in this moment was Tyler, and taking care of him.

“Ready?” Josh asked, back on the bed. Tyler nodded, moaning weakly as the plug slid into him, keeping Josh’s cum inside.

Now, with all said and done, the two laid on the bed, still panting, flustered messes. Josh looked over first, seeing Tyler biting at his lip slightly as he cooled himself down. “Ty?” He asked, extending an arm.

Tyler rolled into the cuddle immediately, neither of them minding how sticky, sweaty, and hot the other was. The room fell quiet again, the two enjoying each others company, snuggled up and butt naked.

”Oh and Josh?” Tyler suddenly said, looking up from his spot on Josh’s chest.

“Hm?” He hummed out.

“Next time you sign up for your friends only fans, use a fake name.”

.

[ssa-dado]

You got me so curious with Angst but make it sitcom? I need to know more 😭

The next image appeared on the screen.

And oh. Oh. It was bad. It was so bad.

Because there you were mid-kiss - and not just a polite, PG-13, “we’re normal coworkers who occasionally peck each other” kiss, no.

Because Aaron Hotchner, your notoriously no-public-displays-of-anything boss-man fiancé, had your face completely caged in his big-ass hairy hands, nose squished into your cheek, your lips barely visible because he was possessively consuming them.

His suit was slightly undone, your hands were in his hair, and if this picture had been taken half a second later, there was a very real possibility that he would have either lifted you up or pressed you against a wall.

It was… it was a lot.

Overwhelmingly affectionate. HR catastrophic. It was so obscene that, even if it had technically happened outside of work, the feral nature of it meant that it should legally count as a workplace safety hazard.

And judging by the way Emily recoiled and muttered a deeply disturbed “Ew”, the jury was in agreement.

To be fair, in your defense, you thought you were alone, you thought no one was seeing you, especially not-

“Uh. Babygirl," Morgan started, already regretting that he was about to comment on the one obvious detail. "Is that… a screenshot of your lock screen?"

[REDACTED]

Morgan blinked, then squinted… because wait a minute. “…Hold on. You mean to tell me my abs didn’t even make it to the lockscreen?”

Garcia gasped. “Derek Morgan, are you jealous?”

“I just think, as a friend, I deserve to be at least as important as their makeout session. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Can we move on before I start drinking at six in the damn morning?” Rossi groaned.

Aaron’s absence was painfully obvious today, and yet - no one was doing anything to stop this.

“ANYWAY.” Garcia slammed the clicker, flipping to the next slide.

This photo was from yesterday. You and Hotch stood on opposite sides of the kitchenette, visibly angry.

In the background? None other than Emily Prentiss - her eyes so wide in horror that, upon seeing herself, she actually muttered a horrified, “Oh God.”

Garcia pointed at the screen. “And this - this is them now. Our beloved, gooey, disgustingly-in-love lovebirds are going through a rough patch. And this, my dear Avengers, is why I have summoned you here today.”

[REDACTED]

Now, if this had been a case, they’d start with victimology, but that was a dead end - because if anyone were the victims here, it was the entire team.

Meanwhile, you and Hotch? A couple of sadistic, fully partnered unsubs locked in an ongoing psychological deathmatch over who was actually in charge of the relationship.

So, no, victimology wasn’t gonna cut it - they had to start with motive.

Why were the two of you at war?

What horrific, unspeakable crime had been committed?

Who had wronged who? Was there a betrayal? A catastrophic event?

Had Hotch accidentally put a book out of order on your shelf? Had you dared to use his fancy scotch glass for something other than scotch?

So many possibilities… and, somehow, all equally probable.

“Planning a wedding is stressful,” JJ offered.

“Hotch is stressful,” Emily corrected.

“His missus ain’t much better,” Morgan chimed in.

“They are both strong-willed, controlling, and share numerous overlapping toxic personality traits - including perfectionism, competitiveness, and a desperate need to be right - resulting in”

“Madonna santa, you’re all so dumb” (Rossi was particularly snappy that day because he had not had his full eight hours of sleep.) “It’s not some grand mystery. They haven’t gotten laid in over a week because of the last case. That’s it. Fine. Capito?”

Hiiii gorge!!!! Thank you so much for asking!!! I hope it makes sense hahahah

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Just binged the other half and I’m obsessed! Not sure if you’re still working on it but love the idea of Bruce letting her in more, seeing more of Batman. Maybe she goes out for a night with Michelle or something and he patrols close by, and eventually ends up taking her back to the bat cave … idk lol but would love to see her reaction to him in his element.

Thanks for such a great fic!

Thanks buddy :)

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Warnings: Fluff; Reader gets tipsy

It’s just out of the corner of your eye at first. You’re certain you’re imagining it. It’s entirely possible—you’ve had two glasses of prosecco on an empty stomach, and Gotham is a city of shadows. You look over your shoulder, just to reassure yourself. Michelle doesn’t let you slow as you take a peek. She just hooks her arm through yours and steers you down the sidewalk, toward the restaurant that she’s made a reservation at. 

“I used your name, you know,” She teases, bumping her hip against yours. “Got the best damn table in the house.” 

“Mish,” You whine, turning forward again. “We’re going to be mobbed by press, you do know that.” 

“Course I know that. Why do you think I did my hair?” 

“You little shit-stirrer.” 

“As if that’s news to you.” 

-- 

It happens a second time when you leave the restaurant. You tell yourself that it’s a result of all of the flashing cameras—scraps of darkness flare up and are given shape by the bursts of light. 

You need to relax. You’re not being followed. Besides, you haven’t been out with your friends since the kidnapping. You’re just readjusting, jumping at shadows. There’s nothing for you to worry about. You get into the lyft that you called, leaning back in your seat and bringing your phone up. You wince a little at the harsh glare before hurriedly lowering the brightness. Dinner’s portions had been small, the drinks had flowed. You don’t regret it; you’ve been having a good evening. You’re just tipsy enough, and you feel great. 

“Texting loverbooooy?” Michelle croons, leaning across the seat. 

“Pfft, no,” You grumble, reaching out and giving her head a little shove before you pull up Bruce’s contact. 

(9:43 pm) Hiiiii

(9:43 pm) Mish and I are heading to a bar. You should be able to see my location, though, I shared it 

(9:44 pm) Are you out? In? I keep thinking you’re out 

(9:44pm) ANYWAY love you talk to you later 

You stare down at the conversation as if you can conjure his reply. None arrives. You pout a little before you glance out of the window. He probably is out. It is night, after all. He’s usually quite busy just about now. 

“I want a burger,” You grumble, slumping back in your seat. 

“We just ate.” 

“Barely.” 

“We could add a stop.” 

“Nah.” “Might be one on the bar menu…Why didn’t you have Lord Fancy drive us around, anyway?” 

“Because Alfred is not at my beck and call.” 

“He could be.” 

“Don’t you start.” 

Michelle’s been asking lately when you and Bruce are going to get married. Liz has, too—and the tabloids have been riddled with it. You and Bruce have put a pin in that particular conversation, but you haven’t told Michelle or Liz that. It’s not really any of their business. Besides, Michelle’s still a little sore about you moving out officially, though she’s known for some time that it’s an inevitability. She’s just looking for a sore spot to prod on you—and she knows that she’s found one.

“I’ll grab some food later,” You add. 

“Have Lord Fancy get it.” 

“Mish, for crying out loud.” 

-- 

He’s unmistakable this time. You glance up and do a double-take as you see the end of a cape flickering just out of sight. You narrow your eyes at the end of the alley before you turn away, fiddling with your phone. Michelle is still poking through her purse, hunting through for her packet of cigarettes and lighter. 

“Uh…I’ve gotta call my mom,” You fib, taking a couple of steps back toward the alleyway and glancing between her and your glowing screen. “I’m just gonna go over here, where it’s a little more…Quiet.” 

Michelle just grunts in turn, tucking a cigarette between her lips and fiddling with the button. You glance down the alley before you step into it. You peer into the darkness, squinting. You can’t see any further than a few inches in front of your face. 

“Bruce?” You whisper, looking around. “...Bruce?...C’mon, I know I saw yo—Oo!” You shriek before a gloved hand is slapped over your mouth, an arm hooking around your middle and tugging you back against a hard chest. 

“Do you often wander down deserted alleyways?” 

His growl makes you grin, and you wriggle against his grip before you turn to face him. You give his chest a harsh shove, giggling as he grasps your wrists. 

“What are you doing here?” You wriggle as he holds you steadily. 

“I was passing and I thought I’d see if you were alright.” 

“Passing?” You repeat. “I’ve seen you three times.” 

“Lucky the scum of Gotham aren’t as eagle-eyed as you.” 

"Maybe they're just not looking hard enough."

You shake your wrists free just enough to lean up, cupping Bruce’s cheeks and drawing him in for a sweet kiss. It takes him a moment before his hands lower to your hips, drawing you close with a sigh. You tip your head back after a few moments, nuzzling the tip of your nose against his. 

“You’re such a big softy,” You tease. 

“I am not.” 

“You are, and a real worry-wart.” 

“How dare you.” 

You grin, leaning in for another warm kiss. You draw away again as you hear Michelle calling your name. 

“I better go,” You sigh. “Are you going to follow me all night?” 

“...Not all night.” 

You snicker, drawing away from him. “I’m going to ask Alfred to order me some food. You want anything?” 

“Don’t worry about that.” 

“I don’t want you hungry when you come in. You’ll pout and steal all my food.” 

“I will not.” 

You huff as Michelle calls your name again—she’s closer this time. 

“I’ll see you at home,” You whisper. “I love you.” 

You catch Bruce’s echo of the sentiment before you’re turning away and hurrying to the edge of the alley again, catching Michelle’s elbow and steering her back toward the bar.

You mostly manage to put Bruce out of your mind for the rest of the evening, until it’s time to go home. You get Michelle into a car and wait for her to go before you send Bruce a single text: 

(3:21 AM) Still around to drive me home, handsome? 

--  

“You’re such a fucking fry bully.” 

“I am not.” 

“What would the good people of Gotham say if they knew that the Batman not only lied, but went out of his way to steal someone’s fries?” 

“You have plenty.” 

“I asked Alfred to get extra.” 

Bruce shoots you a pout from beneath his lashes, and you grin. You reach out, sweeping a damp strand of hair back from his forehead. He’s still almost fully suited, though he’s removed his helmet and gloves. You’d opted to eat in the batcave, not wanting for Bruce to bring all of his things upstairs, only for Alfred to have to bring them back down again. 

“You’re just annoyed because I was right,” You add, shifting carefully against the console. The batcave is cool and quiet, save for the odd fluttering of bats nearby. It used to make you jump, but you hardly notice it these days. 

“Did you have a nice time with Michelle?” He plies.

“Why ask? You saw all of it.” 

“...Not all of it.” 

“Could’ve seen more of it if you’d come with us.” 

“I didn’t want to ruin girl’s night.” 

“You would not have ruined girl’s night.” 

“Well with me there, it would’ve ceased to be a girl’s night.” 

“Can we stop saying girl’s night?” 

“If I can have some more fries, absolutely.” 

“Course you can, baby.” 

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[ash5monster01]

Getaway Camp : Sixteen

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x OC!Fem

Warnings: language, mentions of depression, minor angst, reunions, redemption development, fluff.

Summary: It’s family weekend at camp and Charlie hates having to spend it without Valerie. That is until he’s met with a welcome surprise.

word count: 4k

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Fifteen ←→ Seventeen

July 29th 1961

Charlie wakes to the camp bugle, groaning softly when he opens his eyes to be met with bright sunlight. He’s instantly sweating, the trapped heat of the cabin and Valerie’s body pressed against his own overheating him. Andy snores through the bugle horns across the room and Charlie chuckles to himself at the current situation he’s in. He should be uncomfortable, maybe even annoyed, but there was something so special about knowing this won’t last forever. That one day he’ll miss sore limbs from sharing a twin bed and how his roommate sounds like a cartoon character when he sleeps. No use tainting the memory now.

“V honey, first bugle went off. Time for work” Charlie mutters against her hair, kissing her head softly as she stirs in his arms. Slowly she lifts up, eyes struggling to open as she faces him. When her eyes finally do flutter open Charlie feels his heart melt at the perfect hazel green color. Yet the moment is broken by one more loud snore from his roommate and the two find themselves laughing instead.

“How do you ever get any sleep?” she asks and Charlie shrugs, hands running down her arms and thankful he didn’t have to spend the rest of the summer without her.

“It’s easier when you’re here” and the sweet comment earns him a morning kiss. When she pulls away she leaves the bed much sooner than he had wanted her too, even if he was sweating.

“I have to shower quick, I’ll try and meet you for lunch but I’m not sure how the day will go” she tells him, collecting some of her stuff before walking back over to the bed. It was family weekend, lucky for Charlie nobody wanted to attend lessons while they had extra family in town, but for Valerie it was a different story. She now had triple the amount of people to make sure they don’t drown.

“I’ll be around, and waiting for you once your shift is over. Be safe” he tells her and Valerie smiles, giving him a much longer and suggestive kiss. She pulls away before Charlie can grab ahold of her and he groans loudly which makes her laugh.

“See you later Ace” is the last thing she says before slipping out the door and disappearing for probably the rest of the day. Another snore reminds him of his roommate and Charlie laughs before grabbing his spare pillow. In a swift movement he’s launched it across the room and hit his friend directly in the face.

“Hey!” Andy shoots up in bed, the ammunition falling to the ground of the cabin and Charlie laughs.

“Family weekend, get to work” Charlie reminds him and Andy frowns before standing and collecting his own items to get ready for the day. Charlie just smiles and closes his eyes, excited to possibly get more sleep before enjoying his weekend off. The last thing he hears is the sound of the screen door slamming close as Andy leaves for his shift.

The first thing the group notices is how unbearably hot it is. The sun already pounding down on them and it was just barely 9am. They instantly regretted wearing the button ups and slacks, but that had been what they were used to. It made no sense that one of them had been living in the woods this whole time and forgone the business attire. They used to complain during the trek to the old Indian cave and now the woods were being treated as a playground for an entire summer. Absurd.

“I think my arms are gonna fall off” the tall boy whines, eyes squinting in the bright and hot sun.

“Only a little further Pitts, I’m sure your arms are fine” Knox says with the roll of his eyes, turning to see the two duffle bags his friend had packed. One each dangling from both of his arms. Maybe he should be more embarrassed they were wimps when it came to nature.

“He’s been studying too much Knox, lost all his muscle” Meeks says, having been the smart one to bring a backpack. The smile he wears shows he’s clearly excited for today. Each of them giddy now that they were here.

“Hey, that looks like staff. Let’s see if they know where Charlie is” Todd interrupts before an argument ensues, walking towards a man in a Captains hat. When he gets closer he sees the name Alex pinned to the lapel of his shirt and a banana stuffed in his hand.

“Hi sir, would you happen to know where rowing lessons take place?” Knox asks and the guy smiles, swallowing the bite of his fruit.

“Sadly no lessons this weekend boys, too many people to fit in those little boats” he answers with a smile that shows he’s amused himself from the comment. Yet Knox sighs at this answer, not wanting to play cat and mouse all day.

“Could you send us in the direction of staff camp then?” Todd interrupts and the boy nods, turning to face a small trail behind the community building.

“Just up that hill boys, have fun visiting family” the director smiles at them and the group of four nod before starting for the trail he had pointed too. It shall hold looks daunting and Pitts lets out one last final whine of defeat before they start up the trail.

“Ha, you guys see those preppy dorks that just walked into camp” Nate says at the morning campfire, thankfully it not lit in this heat but charred from the night before. One bad thing about family weekend, Nate was around camp nearly all day until the dance events at the end of the day.

“I thought they were cute. Would be nice if you boys dressed up around here more. I should ask the short red head one out” Holly says, enjoying not being the only red head hanging around camp. Yet the gears start turning in Charlie’s head. A short, preppy, redheaded boy.

“What else did these guys look like?” he asks, the coffee he got from the mess hall steaming in his hand.

“Well there was a tall one, flat top, sly smile. Then a brunette with floppy hair and pouty lips, very kissable. Then a blonde one, permanent scared look on his face” with each description he lowers the coffee further and further from his face. Realization dawning on him.

“Do you know where they are right now?” he asks through the lump in his throat, trying to not get to excited at the prospect of his friends at camp.

“Last I saw they were by the West showers, looking real lost and defeated” Nate answers and Charlie quickly sets the coffee down on the bench, starting that direction.

“Hey, where are you going?” Holly calls after him but it’s too late, he’s nearly in full sprint as he rushes to find what he hopes are his friends. When he rounds the trail of oak trees, spotting the brown building he finds exactly what he’s looking for. Pitts sat atop a duffle bag, knees practically in his chest and face in his hands. Knox leans against the building, clearly holding back his annoyance with the group. All while Meeks and Todd just stand still, awaiting direction for where to go next.

“I must be losing it, either the cabin fever has gotten to me or the 1961 graduating class of Welton Academy is here” Charlie says just loud enough for them to hear. They all perk up at the familiar voice, eyes landing on the guy in cargo shorts and a white staff shirt, a red eagle spread across his heart. It should be weird considering they’re all sure none of them had ever seen Charlie’s legs before. Yet they’re to excited to care.

“Nuwanda!” they cheer, rushing to him and Charlie is certain he’ll cry when they’ve wrapped him tightly in a group hug.

“What the hell are you guys doing here?” he asks once they’ve let go, the smile stuck to his face permanently as he studies the boys he hadn’t seen in person in almost two years.

“Well when you last wrote you mentioned family weekend, how guests and staff have people come in to visit. We figured your folks weren’t so we would” Meeks tells him and Charlie hugs his red headed friend tightly. He’s quite certain he’s never been as happy as his is right now.

“I don’t even know what to say, thank you so much guys” he doesn’t want to cry, it would be silly, but after all the last time he had been with them like this was at their friends funeral. It was nice to finally change that.

“Yeah plus we had to see for ourselves if you really were living amongst the wildlife” Pitts tells him and Charlie snorts, shaking his head at them. The Charlie who once cared about surface things had gone a long time ago. Maybe even before he was kicked out of Welton.

“I swear it’s not bad, honestly our cabins are exactly like the dorms at Welton. It’s better though because there is no Dr Hager to watch out for” and this makes the rest of the boys laugh, smiling brightly at their friend that looked so much better then the last time they saw him. He had breathed life back into his lungs, was enjoying himself while he can. It was nice to see.

“Does there happen to be room for four men?” Todd asks, specifically looking at Pitts who struggled to even sleep in the twin beds at school.

“No but I think I have someone who wouldn’t mind hosting” Charlie tells them, grabbing one of Pitts duffle bags and nodding his head in the direction he came. “Let’s go, better get you settled so you can meet everyone. Val is gonna be so psyched”

“Really?” Knox asks, eyebrows raised having only known of the girl and their falling out during their last phone call. Charlie nods, a smile on his face confirming things had worked themselves out.

“Oh yeah, Charlie’s girl” Pitts smirks, following along as Charlie laughs lightly. He wished even more now that the girl didn’t have to work today but then again he had never really told her anything about his friends. All of this would be a surprise.

“Yeah and you’ll meet her soon enough, but first let’s get you guys a place to sleep” Charlie’s arms wrap around Meeks and Todd on his either side, smiling from ear to ear and anticipating all the fun the weekend will bring. It’s weird because he thought reuniting with them would be sadder than this, a grief he hadn’t seen face to face coming to the surface. Yet instead he’s oddly comforted, content, and despite the trauma that bonds them, he’s glad they’re all here.

“Well this is quite the clan” Ezra says from his porch when the boys approach, bloody mary cold and half drank in his hands. Not the least bit weirded out by the rag tag crew coming his way.

“Hey Ezra, these are my friends from prep school” Charlie introduces as he jogs up the porch, the rest of the boys slightly uncertain of their next steps. Patiently waiting Charlie to ask this mysterious man for a place to stay.

“Clearly” Ezra teases, eyeing their attire from where he sits. They feel even more silly for thinking it would be normal to show up here dressed like this. Then again none of them had ever even gone camping before.

“Look they surprised me and I was wondering if you could help put them up for the weekend? My cabin sadly doesn’t have that kind of room” Charlie asks, hopeful the older man he had got close to wouldn’t mind. Ezra glances at the group of boys before eyeing Charlie, how he’s practically buzzing where he stands, and realizes in no world could he ever say no when a boy looked as hopeful as that.

“Sure, would be nice to breathe some life back into this place. I’d be happy too” Ezra answers easily, lifting himself from the rocking chair and abandoning his bloody mary.

“Thanks Ezra, you’re the best!” Charlie grins and Ezra waves a hand at him before eyeing the boys who look an awful lot like Charlie did on his first day here.

“Come on gentlemen. You can tell me your names and everything about you while we get comfortable”

Valerie sadly wasn’t able to escape at all during the workday. Thankful for Levi who was able to bring her food in the middle of her shift. Family weekend was a disaster and her own family hadn’t attended since the first year. That was the worst part considering it only made her miss her Dad and brothers more. After the long double shift day she just wanted to curl up in bed with Charlie yet that idea dissolves the second she hears the unfamiliar voices surrounded the campfire.

“Then he uses a bell to imitate the phone ringing, peoples heads whipping back and forth to see where the noise came from when he stands with a phone in his hands. Tells the headmaster it’s for him, says it’s God, and he should let girls attend our school!” laughs echo around the fire, Charlie wearing a smile she had never seen in her life before. Valerie starts to walk slower, assessing the situation as she walks up behind her boyfriend.

“Hey Ace” she says softly when she reaches him, hand brushing along his shoulder. Charlie turns with a grin only meant for her as he realizes she’s finally back.

“V! You made it” he’s pulling her into his lap, kissing her quickly and hugging her close. It’s comforting but yet she can’t help but notice the audience they now have that didn’t include just their normal friends.

“I see we have guests” she says, nodding towards the four new faces beside them and Charlie smiles. A smile that feels brighter than the stars, laced with a nostalgia that reminded her of home. It was the kind of smile she wore when she was back with her family again.

“Val these are my friends from school. Knox, Steven, Gerard, and Todd. They surprised me for family weekend” he explains, perfectly happy and perfectly content.

“It’s so nice to meet you Valerie. You wouldn’t believe how much we’ve heard about you already” Knox says beside them and Valerie smiles, heart softening as she discovers another piece of Charlie. Yet she still feels caught off guard, a little sad that these men knew things about her when she never even knew they existed before.

“You were just missing us telling all of Charlie’s embarrassing stories” the redheaded one named Steven explains and Valerie snorts, only just imagining the kind of trouble the boy had got into. Covering the small sadness within her from Charlie holding things back.

“They’re hilarious Val, we should trade Charlie out for one of them” Levi calls out from across the fire and Charlie shoots him a glare.

“I have to be honest I’m a little shocked. I wasn’t expecting to meet any of Charlie’s friends, he’s very good at being mysterious” Valerie ignores her friend and turns to the boys who all seem sweet. They all have the same look in their eyes that Charlie does. A soft sadness looming within them. She wished she had known more about them before.

“Our Charlie, loud and obnoxious Charlie?” the taller boy snorts and Val tenses in Charlie’s arms. He notices this behavior quickly, realizing how uncertain she is. The words our Charlie ringing through her head like she never even knew the guy she had fallen in love with all along.

“I’ve kinda started to keep to myself boys. Not really fond of bringing up the past” Charlie speaks for her and she’s reminded of his words on Ezra’s porch. How he admitted the version of him he gave her was all he could stomach. It eases her only slightly.

“Either way it’s nice to meet you Valerie, we’ll happily share all of Charlie’s secrets if you’re interested” Knox says beside Charlie and the boy is quick to hit his friend who just laughs. Valerie can’t help the giggle that bubbles past her lips, a fondness of seeing Charlie so relaxed.

“I better grab a drink before we start then” she says with a smile, lifting off of Charlie’s lap which instantly makes him pout. Knox stands as well, smiling at them both.

“I need a refill so I’ll tag along” he says and Valerie nods as they both walk away from the fire, over to the table that held various liquors. They’re silent for a moment, pouring drinks beside each other, before the brunette boy finally speaks.

“I’m sorry you didn’t know about us. If I had known I would’ve told Charlie we were coming and he could explain” he says, covering for his friend and Valerie smiles because it’s something Levi would do for her.

“It’s okay, it was just a long day and I wasn’t really prepared for anything. I forget how much I don’t know about him, after all we’ve only known each other for a month” Valerie explains, sipping from her cup and tryna to hide the jealousy that burns within her.

“I wouldn’t take it to heart. He’s been through more heartbreak than most people have faced in a lifetime. When he’s ready I’m sure he’ll tell you but right now I’m sure he enjoys being loved as himself and not the things he’s faced” Knox explains and it’s the first time the sadness of Charlie’s life has been confirmed outright. Other than the blowup about his Dad this was the first time Valerie heard there was more heartbreak under the surface.

“He’s the best, truly. A little arrogant but kind” Valerie confirms, eyes now cast over at where he sits, laughing with his friends new and old. He looks so happy, content, and she truly couldn’t ask for anymore.

“He’s also head over heels. Last I talked to him he was all sad on the phone about you’re little breakup, didn’t know what to do with himself” and that draws out a laugh, Charlie glancing over at the pair and smiling at them both.

“I shouldn’t be laughing, I was a mess too” Valerie says and Knox shrugs, sipping the drink in his hand slowly. He wasn’t sure he ever wanted to get drunk again after Chet nearly broke his nose that one time.

“Either way you got a good one and clearly he did too. Now let’s get back over there before they start talking about us” and what Knox doesn’t expect is the girl wrapping him up in a hug. Uncertainly he hugs back, unsure where this behavior came from.

“Thanks Knox, you’re a good friend” she says as she pulls back, heart yearning for her brothers who Knox reminded her a lot of. She wished this predicament was different. That one day Charlie could meet her family and she could get to know his friends better. For the first time in her life camp suddenly felt like a trap. A bubble they couldn’t break out of.

When they return to the fire everything is easier. Levi jokes with Knox and Alex surprisingly befriends a quiet Todd. Meeks happily listens to Chrissy’s never ending stories and Pitts bonds with Andy. It’s as if the group had always been together and that brings Valerie to wrap Charlie up in a hug, almost sullen over the fact their lives intertwined so well together and it sadly couldn’t stay like this. A found family brought together by them both.

“You okay?” Charlie asks, whispering against the crown of her head and Valerie nods, smiling as she watches them all interact. Content and wishing she could freeze this moment forever.

“Better than okay” she tells him and Charlie smiles, dipping down and kissing her softly. Pretending himself that this wasn’t a one time thing and the rest of his life will be just like this. Nate retelling tales of married women, Chrissy rolling her eyes every time, Andy clumsily tripping over everything, Levi challenging everyone to a different game every night, Mia always saying yes to him, Alex and his stupid Captain hat, Alice silently watching it all unfold, and Valerie wrapped up tightly in his arms. It was the Dead Poets Society, but a different version. He never needed to recreate that part of his life, he just needed to find somewhere to belong.

Pretty soon the night comes to an end, Levi no longer adding wood to the fire and waiting for it to burn out. When the time comes they all make the walk back together. Charlie’s hand laced with Valerie’s, wanting to take her home before walking his friends back to Ezra’s. His friends trail along behind them, continuing to laugh and get to know Valerie’s friends. When they reach her cabin Nate and Levi get ahead. “Goodnight Ace”

“Night V, I’ll see you in the morning” Charlie says, kissing her quickly and the boys all hoot and holler behind him, Chrissy laughing on the stairs of her cabin as she waits for her friend.

“Alright alright, we’re not putting on a show” Charlie says as they break apart and Valerie laughs before hugging him and joining Chrissy on the stairs. Charlie watching as they disappear behind the cabin door.

“Charlie you think I should get Chrissy’s number?” Meeks whispers beside him, cheeks still pink from having talked to the blonde girl all night.

“You should” Nate answers instead and all the boys look at him confused, Levi and Charlie not expecting this response and the Dead Poets unsure. “She’s a great girl and you would be lucky to have her”

“Thanks man” Meeks responds, not knowing both Chrissy and Valerie are inside hearing every word. The blonde girl looking to Valerie with shock and confusion. She was supposed to hate him for being so terrible to her, treating her so badly, and all this time he actually thought so highly of her.

“Then why didn’t you date her when you had the chance?” Levi asks the dying question and Nate shrugs, actually looking nervous for once in his life as his eyes look anywhere but them.

“I’m not good for her, I’m going to work at this camp the rest of my life and she’ll go on to do great things. She’s better off with a hot shot college guy like Meeks here” Nate says, arm wrapping around the small redheads shoulders, an uncertain smile on his face. The look telling them to no longer bring the issue up.

“Well on that note I better get these guys to Ezra’s cabin, goodnight gentlemen” Charlie says and Nate and Levi nod, starting for their cabin a little higher up the trail as Charlie nods his head away from staff camp. Excited he gets to spend an entire weekend just like this with his friends.

“You found another good group Charles” Knox says, arm wrapping around his neck and pulling him into his side. Charlie laughs and accepts the closeness with his friends that he hadn’t been welcome to in over a year.

“Yeah Knoxious, but there still isn’t anyone quite like you guys” and the boys all smile, walking side by side through the trees and feeling awfully reminiscent about a time that felt like forever ago. Pretending that none of them notice there’s two of them missing that were just as important too.

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Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: The BAU is currently on a case in Colorado, Reader and Spencer are stuck in the same room, will they be able to keep it cool?

CW: One Bed Trope, Mutual Pining, Canonical Violence, Friends/Coworkers to Lovers, Hand fixation, future Smut, Dom!Spencer Reid, praise, Spencer loves to tease reader, pet names like “angel” and “sweetheart” reader gets Spencer “worked up” *insert wink*

You and Spencer were really good friends, just that, friends, and despite his adorable smile, angelic face, and irresistible body, his fingers in particular…ahem, that had to be enough for you. You guys were coworkers and have a really good relationship; you didn’t want to ruin that just for him to reject you and make things weird. Pretending you weren’t pining after one of your closest friends was fairly manageable…

Until now.

“Bad news everyone,” Hotch started “We’re gonna need to pair up for the next few nights. The hotel doesn’t have enough room for all of us.”

Everyone started getting into their pairs. Hotch and Rossi, JJ went with Prentiss, Morgan with Garcia, so that leaves… aw man.

“Guess that leaves you and boy wonder, huh sweet pea?” Pen said with a wink.

Spencer looked excited. He nudged your arm with his and said with a giggly smile “What can I say? We make a good team”

“You bet we do” you feigned a chuckle.

As much as you adore that tall, lanky, ball of sunshine, sharing a room with Spencer was not going to be easy. What if your feelings take over? No no no, Totally nothing wrong with sharing a bathroom with the unrequited love of your life. Totally won’t be eating away at you and pulling at your heartstrings. It’ll be okay though, you’ll stay professional and just stick to your bed and keep as far away from his as possible. You got this.

You trudged closely behind Spencer to the door of your room, he fumbled with the keys in a way that should not have been as entrancing as it was, and he unlocked it. Spencer did a quick scan of the room and was shocked by its small size.

“Uhm” he said your name with hesitation.

What’s that about? “Yeah, what’s up Spence?- Oh”

One bed. One fucking bed.

Spencer admittedly freaked out a bit.

“You know what? I can just sleep on the floor don’t worry, you can have the bed, I’m sure you’re tired.” Spencer was always sweet like that, putting you first.

“Spence, don’t sleep on the floor, and you worked just as hard as me.” you were gonna regret saying this, “It’s a big bed right? we can probably share if that’s okay with you. It’s not like we’re gonna get much sleep on this case anyways”

Spencer’s face grew red and he was looking anywhere but at you “Yeah, I mean if you’re okay with it, you make a good point, we can share.”

“Okay cool cool cool, do you wanna shower and then we can go over the case?” Your eyes were lingering on Spencer’s digits tapping rhythmically on themselves, if he noticed he didn’t make a comment.

“Yeah sounds good, you go ahead first.”

On your way to the shower, all you could think about was sleeping in the same bed as Spencer, sharing a room would’ve been hard enough, but a bed? You’re not sure you’re gonna make it.

You couldn’t focus on the shower either, mind still focused on the tall lanky and sweet guy like, 30ft away from your naked body, it was driving you wild.

After half an hour of wiping the grime off of your body, you finally feel clean. You reach for your towel to dry off- or you try to. It wasn’t there. Oh fucckkkk you left it out there.

You crack the door open as little as possible “Uhm Spence, I left my towel out there could you get it for me?”

“Y- Yeah of course!” You hear him semi-shout.

About thirty seconds later you hear a knock on the door and when you open it, a purple towel attached to Spencer’s hand is presented to you.

“I couldn’t find yours so.. you can just use mine.” His face was looking away from the door entirely and even his eyes were closed.

You managed to mumble out a thank you and take the towel from his hand.

You dry off and dress in your favorite graphic t shirt and a pair of boxers that make your ass peak out ever so slightly. In your defense, you thought you would be rooming alone. They’ll be covered by the shirt, right?

When you exit the bathroom you see that Spencer already set out the case file and you smell your favorite take out food.

“You didn’t eat all day so I thought you should eat!” he said in a bit of a high pitch. “You need the energy you know- Not that you’re out of shape or anything!”

Fuck him for being so goddamn sweet and considerate. Fuck him for making your heart melt.

“Thanks Spence, that’s really sweet of you.” despite your heartache, he always knew how to draw a smile out of you.

Spencer beckons you to sit down at the small coffee table the hotel provided.

“Spence, I thought you were gonna shower”

He started fidgeting with his fingers. and you’re eyes were glued.

“Well, I wanted to eat with you, but I didn’t want you’re food to get cold,” you’re getting a toothache, “plus I can shower later, we should work on the case before it’s gets too late.

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Spencer and you went over the case for about an hour or so, but it was hard to focus when all you could look at was Spencer’s beautifully sculpted hands. You yawn.

“You know what it’s getting late, we should head to bed.” Spencer interjected.

“But it’s only…” you check your phone. “…uh 3am”

“Precisely. Ok so, I’m going to take a super quick shower and I’ll be right back, don’t worry about waiting up for me!” and he was off.

You were out the second your head hit the pillow.

When Spencer came out of the bathroom, he cleaned up a little bit, turned off the lights, and got tucked in at a respectable distance, and he tried to doze off into a slumber.

Until he woke up 30 minutes later with a tent in his pants.

He initially thought it was because he was laying 1 foot away from the love of his life, but upon further inspection he realized it was because the love of his life was burrowing into his chest and dry humping him in their sleep.

“Mmph~ Spencer” you whined while rubbing your barely covered core against your roommate for the next few days.

Hearing his name on your lips sounded like an enchantment. Spencer had no idea what to do, so he just.. scooted away.

But of course you gave a dissatisfied whine in your sleep, moving closer to him and this time gripping onto him like a vice.

Spencer Reid is many things, but an assaulter is not one of them, you clearly weren’t letting up though, and you wouldn’t stop moaning his name. So he decided to give you an acceptable amount of attention to your neck and face in order to calm you down, praying you wouldn’t wake up.

He peppered kisses along your jaw and right behind your ear and he whispered.

“It’s okay angel, go back to sleep.” and by magic, you were out.

And as Spencer said goodbye to the last of his pride when he waltzed into the bathroom to take care of himself. He vowed that he would tease you ten times as much as you did him tomorrow.

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The next day you and the team were at the victims house investigating. You and Spencer were in the attic, looking at the victim’s belongings.

You two were shuffling about the cluttered space with barely any room. You keep catching him staring at you but when you look, he just smirks and goes back to his business, leaving you all riled up. Was he doing that on purpose?

What was even weirder is that Spencer I hate physical touch Reid kept finding excuses to touch you, like holding your hips when brushing past you in a narrow hallway or brushing his thumb over your cheek because “you had something there”. And now while you’re trying your best to focus on your job, your brain is yet again occupied by this fucking prick.

Spencer calls your name

“Can you come over here real quick? I need your help something.”You went and kneeled down next to him.

“So Im pretty sure we could find something useful in this chest, but it’s locked. Do you think you can open it for me?” You listened intently, while his gentle fingers danced along to an absent rythme and his eyes wandered your body, making you heat up.

“Y-Yeah no problem!” Is there something on your shirt or-

“Reid! Come here real quick!” Morgan shouted from below.

But Spencer’s gaze never left your figure, he just picked up where you left off.

Spencer said in a more sultry voice than usual, eyes filled with…want? “I knew I could count on you sweetheart,” he began to rise, “such a good girl for me hm?” and he took his leave.

What the hell just happened?? As confused as you are you’d be lying if you’re heart wasn’t beating out of your chest and the tingling sensation between your legs was nonexistent.

When Spencer returned, he acted like nothing happened and just…kept going on with his day? Were you imagining things?

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After a long day of work you guys finally made it back to your hotel room. Spencer was currently in the shower and you were using his absence as an opportunity to read your…explicit book.

When Spencer exited the bathroom however, he was wearing grey sweatpants and the most well fitted shirt that perfectly displayed his slender figure. That’s it. You died. You died and this is heaven.

You were entranced by his figure you didn’t even notice him sit on the side of your side of the bed.

“Whatcha reading?” he rested his head in his hands.

“You uh, you probably wouldn’t have heard of it.” That’s believable right?

“Read it to me.”

“What?”

“Read me the part your on,” Spencer repeated himself. “Please?” he flashed a grin and how could you resist?

“Okay…” you swallowed your pride. “He never knew how badly he needed her until she laid in front of him, bare body on display. He took his time tracing the curves of her body and peppering kisses to her freckles… That’s when he knew, he had reached heaven.” You dared not to look up at Spencer.

“That sounds…beautiful.” he started. “By the way, i have a question for you, been meaning to ask you this actually.”

Your ears perked up, “Yeah what’s up?”

“You look at my hands a lot, Why is that” Spencer tilted his head a bit. He already knew the answer.

“Uhm…” You were speechless, what were you supposed to say to that??

“They look…pretty.” You managed to mumble

“I think you look pretty.” Spencer patted his lap, motioning you to mount him.

You were entranced, how could you say no?

Spencer started tracing circles into your hips with his thumbs. and brought his lips to your ear

“You know, I’ve always known how much of a fucking whore you were for me sweetheart,” he whispered. “But I didn’t do anything about it, to stay professional.” he gripped your ass, invoking a gasp out of you. “You though, my beautiful angel, had no problem grinding your pussy into me and whining my name the second you got the chance hm?” He looked at you and his gaze softened. “Tell me to stop and we can pretend this never happened. I won’t be mad at you I promise.”

Despite the tent making itself known to your core, Spencer still prioritizes you. But still, “Spence, just kiss me please.” you were desperate.

He wasted no time pressing his lips to yours. He tried to be gentle, but how could he when you were just so needy?

You were grinding your core onto his and moaned into his ear as Spencer placed lovebites all over your neck just to sooth them with a lick of his tongue. He flipped over so you were laying on your back, caged beneath him.

Spence nudged at your shirt, eyes pleading for permission. You nodded, thinking he was going to take it off, but he dragged his fingertips along your abdomen and only lifted your shirt so it scrunched up just above your chest. You squirmed, hoping to achieve some friction from his knee between your legs.

Spencer peppered kisses along the center of your body, starting at your sternum, and working his way down to your belly button, to right above your your shorts, and then she pressed a hickey into the space, being sure to emphasize his tongue, causing you to whine. He did it another time just to achieve that reaction again.

Spencer rose up to your level and placed your chin between his index and thumb. He kissed from your jaw to the skin under your right ear and asked “Can I taste you, angel?” it was clear from his voice that he was restraining himself.

“Please Spence…need you.” All you could think about was him touching you.

Spencer placed a kiss to your mouth. “Oh you pretty little thing, I’ve barely touched you and your brains already mush?” Spencer removed your shorts. “That’s alright love, I’ll do all the thinking for you, you just focus on feeling good for me okay?” He positioned himself between your legs and pleased to find your lack of underwear.

“You were just waiting for me hm? Were you that ready to just whore yourself out for me?” Spencer licked a stipe down the center of your folds. “Fuck , you taste amazing” You shivered.

Spencer flicked his tongue on your clit, earning him a shriek. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and put his mouth on your clit, sucking and licking like it was the only thing he knew how to do. You rocked your hips as best as you can into his face. He moved lower and swirled his tongue into your entrance, collecting all your juices and making you scream. As he tasted you, his nose would brush against your clit. The sensation became too overwhelming and you were about to climax, but he pulled away. You sobbed and pleaded for him to keep going.

Spencer looked up at you, lips swollen and eyes full of lust. He kissed you passionately, the taste of you still lingering.

Spencer put two of his fingers against your lips.

“Suck.”

You happily obliged.

“I figured since you like my fingers so much, I should use them hm? Does that sound nice, love?” You hummed around his fingers and nodded eagerly.

“Thought so.” he smirked and removed his fingers from your mouth.

With his body caging yours, he reached his wet fingers between your bodies and spread your wetness around your folds, making you whine.

“Spencer, stop teasing.”

“You teased me first,” he entered two fingers into your core. “forgetting your towel so I’d have to give you one, do you know how hard it was for me not to waltz into that bathroom with you and make you mine?” Spencer began to curl his fingers inside you. “Prancing around in those slutty fucking shorts, you wanted to rile me up huh? That get you off, sweetheart?” He found your g-spot in record timing, your vision went blurry. “Not to mention last night, when you were so desperate for me that you started rubbing this pretty pussy on me, and moaning my name from those pretty lips.” Spencer went rougher. “You made me go into the bathroom to take care of myself when i could’ve just filled you up instead.”

“Mmph S-Spence” your voice was shaky, you were so fucking close and then..

He pulled away again.

“Nononononono” you were clawing at his hand and canting your hips, trying to get some friction.

Spencer tsked at you. “Awww,” he gave you mock pity. “Does my angel wanna come? Would you like to come around my cock, sweet thing?”

You were crying at this point. “Fuckfuckfuck, need you inside Spence.”

He thrusted his clothed cock against your pussy.

“Now that’s not how you ask.”

“Spence please…Fuck me”

Spencer began to pull down his grey sweatpants. “There you go, that’s much better.”

Spencer’s cock so big you didn’t know if you’d be able to take it all. He must’ve seen the worry in your face because he swooped down and kissed you.

While he was kissing you, Spencer lined himself up and put himself in you so slowly. You whimpered into his mouth and right before he was all the way in, he almost pulled out completely, before slamming right back in at a rough pace.

“G-God, you feel so amazing, angel.” Spencer was death gripping the headboard and your waist while he was pounding into you.

You were chanting his name and various pleads, you weren’t sure for what, but it just felt right.

Thrust, after thrust, after thrust. Spencer was pussydrunk.

“Fuck, do you hear that? You’re making such beautiful sounds, is that all for me?”

“Only you” your eyes were closed and you were so fucking close, your release washed over you faster than you expected. Spencer just kept going.

“Walls squeezing so tight fuck” You mewled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Where do you- mmph- where do you want it, love?” Spencer groaned through his sentence.

“M-My stomach” Spencer pulled out and obeyed your request. Your foreheads rested against each other.

You fell asleep under him.

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When you woke up, you were cleaned and clothed. Spencer’s arm was draped over you and his face was burrowed into your neck.

This was right.

[decks-writing-blog]

Campfire Fest Day Five: Ring World

For @outerwilds-events Campfire Fest Event.

~

Auri jogged into Gabbro’s camp, already raising a hand in greeting. “Hey Gabbro!” Their excited tone matched their rush over. They’d found something then and were eager to share.

Gabbro lowered the flute as they reached the hammock. “Hey, time pal, what’s up? Other than the clouds, that is.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Hmm… let’s see, I believe I arrived not quite a full day before the loop began. And today’s partway through the first day of the loop so about a day and a half, maybe.”

“Ha, real funny. I mean like, relative to our sense of time, how long have you been here for?”

Well Gabbro had tried to dodge the question. “I don’t know. It’s hard to keep track of time when it keeps resetting every three days.”

The excitement in Auri’s stance dimmed. “Have you left the planet even a single time?”

“Nope. I like it here.” And getting to their ship took a lot of effort that would always be undone at the end of the loop and thus didn’t feel worth it.

Leaning in, Auri grabbed the side of the hammock, ceasing its sway. “You’re doubly for sure coming on an adventure with me then. I should’ve dragged you on one sooner, actually. But I have something cool to show you.”

“You could just tell me.” Gabbro liked how animated they got when talking about things that excited them. It was especially nice to see when often they came here for emotional support when the horrors of the universe and time loop dragged them down.

“No. I’m gonna show you. It’s too cool not to see with your own four eyes.Let’s go.” Stepping back, they pointed towards the tunnel. “Also, before you try to say no again, I’m not gonna cave this time and just tell you. You have to come with me to see it. It’s the coolest thing like ever, I promise, and you need to get out of that damn hammock.”

Last time Auri had come to Gabbro, wanting to take them on an adventure, it had been the Quantum Moon and the Nomai, Solanum, upon it. After hearing about it, Gabbro almost regretted refusing to go but… “The hammock’s comfortable. I like it here.”

Auri’s face was unreadable in the helmet but they were probably frowning. They were silent for a long few seconds as they stepped back up to hammock to grab its side again so they could lean over it, putting their face directly above Gabbro’s. “There’s lying around all day because you’re relaxing and taking it easy but then there’s lying around all day because you’re depressed and literally can’t bring yourself to get up. Which are you doing, right now?”

That was a fair question. Auri was struggling with the time loop of course they’d think that maybe Gabbro was too. It was very sweet of them to worry but unnecessary. Gabbro was fine, they could get up any time they wanted. They just… didn’t want to. No particular reason for it, they just weren’t in the mood to get up and go do something. And the time loop gave them all the time in the world to relax so it was fine. They could go with Auri next time they found something cool or just later in general.

Before they could say any part of that though, Auri cut into the gap their hesitation left. “You’ve told me multiple times to take more breaks and to take it easy and stuff. I’m always rushing everywhere and should slow down. You’re the opposite though. You’re going nowhere and doing nothing but lying here, alone and bereft of sunlight. Taking time to relax is great and all but… there’s a limit, right? A point when it goes from resting to a depressive episode. I���ve been thinking about that a lot since you first refused to come to the Quantum Moon with me even though quantum stuff is like, your thing, right? You made a whole quantum poem but you don’t want to go see the Quantum Moon? I don’t believe it.

“So you’re coming with me to see this new thing even if I have to pick you up and carry you all the way there. Don’t think the heavier gravity on this planet will stop me either. And then later we’re going back to the Quantum Moon and then maybe even later after that we’re gonna go on more adventures. You’re done with lying in this hammock all loop, every loop.”

Gabbro didn’t exactly have a solid argument against that. From Auri’s perspective it did look bad, didn’t it? And… they did have a point, huh? Gabbro rarely left the island for the entire time they’d been in the loop and never the planet unless getting tossed up by the cyclones counted as such which would be a stretch. That entire time they only sunlight they’d gotten was when they were tossed into space and that didn’t last long enough to count for a lot. And for a while now, the only socialization they’d been getting was from Auri; radioing any of the others had long since stopped feeling worth the effort. Isolation took a while to become an issue but if not for Auri seeking them out, they might’ve surpassed the threshold by now.

The silence held long and tense as Auri waited for a response. Did they know they’d already basically won the argument? If it could even be called an argument. It was more of a call out. Auri was calling Gabbro out for their laziness passing into a point of being unhealthy. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d lost that balance.

Finally they had to sigh. “You have a point. So I suppose…” Gabbro forced themself to sit up. It was harder than it should’ve been and not just because their body was never allowed the time to fully adjust to the heavier gravity. “…to save you the trouble of forcing me, I’ll go willingly. Show me your cool thing.”

With a delighted cackle, Auri took their offered hand to help pull them the rest of the way to their feet. Still holding it, they dragged Gabbro towards the tunnel. Gabbro didn’t fight it. Probably they needed a little excitement in the life, much like how Auri needed the opposite.

~

“Okay, okay, okay. We’re here!” Auri’s voice was vibrating with excitement. It was endearing. “Come see!”

Lowering the flute, Gabbro stood and walked over to stand behind the pilot seat. Putting one arm hand on the back of it, they leaned slightly over Auri’s shoulder to get a good look through the cockpit window.

It was dark out there, almost unnaturally so. Dark enough that it was hard to see anything at first before it clicked. A massive something loomed in the darkness, impossible to see the whole of even though they seemed to be a fair distance from it. Part of it was rotating almost like a clock gear. Whatever it was wasn’t natural nor was it of Hearthian make and it didn’t look anything like the Nomai tech they were familiar with either. It had to be from the Nomai though, right? Unless there was a third space faring race in the same galaxy. Not impossible but statistically unlikely.

“What is it?” Gabbro had to ask both because they wanted to know and because Auri was no doubt eager to say more. There was no way they’d found this and then abandoned it to go grab Gabbro. They’d probably explored it until the end of last loop at the very least.

“A space ship!”

“Awful big for a space ship.” Gabbro was no expert on the math but knew enough to know that to get something that massive off a planet would take a tremendous amount of force even if the planet had low gravity. Perhaps whoever had built it had done it the same way the Nomai had made the Orbital Probe Canon.

“I know. I’m pretty sure they lived on it, like permanently. There’s a whole… well you’ll see when we get inside. It’s super cool. And probably you’ve figured it out by now but it’s not made by the Nomai.”

“A third space faring species then. That uh… yeah, that is pretty cool.” Not even Gabbro was immune to the excitement that the implications of that news brought. The Nomai were long dead but what about the species that had built this? Were they still around? And even if not, they’d had to have come from out of system, right? If they could do it, that meant it was physically possible and thus others could to. And maybe, just maybe, the Hearthians could as well. They could flee their dying solar system and go somewhere else. Maybe not under their own power, three days wasn’t long enough to build a ship capable of such a feat even with a proof of concept right here, but if this massive ship still functioned or if they could fix it… It was too early to really explore the thought much but it sure was something to consider.

The ship lightly jerked as Auri set it moving towards the massive vessel again. “See? Words wouldn’t do it justice. I had to show you.”

“Yes. Words would not have done it justice. Thanks for… just thanks. This is quite the adventure you dragged me on. I think maybe I needed it.”

“You should come on them with me more. It’d be good for you.”

“Maybe.” More like probably. That was a discussion for later though. First came seeing more this.

[writerscafehub]

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀: 𝐋𝐢𝐳

@avengers-resident-idiot

From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

About a 3 I think, I hav𖤓 liz 𖤓en’t written anything in a while because I’ve been busy with work and school. I struggle with actually finishing anything, I swear my drafts is a graveyard of WIPs. Once I get done with my finals I plan to actually try and sit down and actually write a fic or at the very least headcanons

2. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

I feel like my writing is very self indulgent, I fantasize for literal days or weeks about what I personally would want to happen and imagine myself as the reader in the fic and just run with it. I have tried a few times to write an idea that a friend gives me and I just struggle cause I get stuck in my own head wondering if I’m writing it how they personally would want it.

3. Are there any writers that inspire you?

Literally everybody in the server, the fact that y'all are so imaginative and are so motivated to write fics on a consistent basis never fails to amaze me, I am on my knees begging for a crumb of the kind of motivation y’all got. 

4. What’s the fic you’re most proud of? 

Honestly probably the very first fic I ever wrote, which was a Zayn Malik fanfiction (I was a HUGE One Direction fan…honestly I still am). It was terrible, and so ridiculously cringey but to middle school me, I was the next Shakespeare  and was just proud that I actually wrote something and put it on the internet for the world to see and I regret nothing. 

5. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write and which do you find most difficult to write? 

The easiest is probably Peter Parker cause he’s such a sassy little shit and I love him. The hardest is probably Dr. Spencer Reid, I’ve tried before and I just can’t get his mannerisms right. 

6. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

I feel like my most of my wips are friends to lovers with misunderstandings galore 

7. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about!

I’ve been planning this fic out in my head for the past month, idk for sure what I’m gonna call it, but it’s gonna be an Evan “Buck” Buckley x reader fic, I’m considering adding Eddie Diaz into the mix cause honestly it’s what we deserve. Basically the reader is going to open up a bakery across from the fire station and our lovely firefighters can’t resist the smell of warm bread and coffee in the morning so they go and meet Reader (considering giving her a nickname) who is dancing to 80’s music and may or may not be covered in flour, and from there hijinks, first dates, and love confessions ensue. 

8. First fandom you ever wrote for?

One Direction and I regret nothing

9. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

Ooo  misunderstandings that can be easily resolved if they JUST TALK, found family tropes almost always make me cry, fake dating never fails to make me laugh because the characters never think it through and I love that for them with that being said idiots to lovers is another big one, especially if they share exactly one brain cell. 

10. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

Probably anything dark, nothing wrong with dark fics, I just don’t think I’d ever be able to write a dark fic well enough where it was actually understandable or good for that matter.

11. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

Another One Direction fanfiction, but this time Liam Payne, it's since been deleted but basically gang leader!Liam and the reader were highschool sweethearts and broke up cause Liam betrayed her, if i remember right he gets her brother arrested? Years later she comes back to town and is part of an all girls gang and Liam's gang (One Direction) start fighting over territory, there were drunken confessions, a secret child, and attempted kidnappings and literally every other chapter one of them almost died. Middle school me was very proud of it.

12. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

Steve Rogers x innocent!reader, knight!Bucky x princess!Reader, Evan “Buck” Buckley x reader

13. Do you listen to anything while you write?

Yes, I have so many playlists, everytime I get an idea for a fic I run to Spotify and immediately create a new one and add songs that fit the vibe I’m going for, doesn’t matter what genre or language so long as I think it fits it gets added to the playlist.

14. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

Definitely both, I am not picky whatsoever. 

15. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

Omg yes, I honestly think this is part of the reason it’s so hard for me to finish writing anything. The second I get a new idea for a fic I start imagining all sorts of different scenarios I could put them in like trips to the zoo, grocery shopping or like the same scenes from the fic, but from another character's point of view. Even if it’s not going to be part of the fic I imagine what the proposal would be like, what their vows would be, or how they'd react to their first child being born. My mind goes a hundred miles a minute when I get a new idea, but the second I sit down to write it out poof all the ideas are gone.

16. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

Honestly smut. There are so many talented writers out there who do a great job at writing smut, but whenever I try it just comes out to stiff and doesn’t sound write, so I always end up deleting it 

17. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

I was once told I was very good at descriptions, they said they could picture the night sky in their mind and it was like they were there. 

18. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

Eh not really, I usually stick to fluff, humor and slight angst, I want to try step out of my comfort zone by writing smut, but it’ll be a while before I post anything 

19. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

Oh my gosh how could I possibly choose, most of the time it just depends what kind of mood I’m in but lately it’s been tooth-rotting fluffy with a tiny bit of angst mixed in

20. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

At this point in time I do not have any oc’s, but I’m considering creating one for my Evan “Buck” Buckley fic. 

21. If you could enter the universe of any one of your fics, which would it be and why?

Probably my WIP Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader because who wouldn’t want to be protected by an extremely handsome Bucky who acts like you're a nuisance, but would do anything to protect you no questions asked if ever necessary?? And also I just love the idea of running down a castle hallway at night wearing a floor length ball gown.

22. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

Just that my process involves creating the perfect playlist for that specific fic and tons of daydreaming, and while it may take me a long time to finally finish writing, I’m always excited to share it and get feedback!

23. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of. 

This is from my knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!reader wip                            

“Do you think I am inadequate because I am a female, my Lord? Is that what you’re saying? You think that I am unfit to rule because I'm a little emotional right now?  Well you’re right, I am a little emotional right now. From the moment I was born, it was known that I, and I alone, would be next in line to assume the throne. My entire life was spent preparing for the moment that my reign would begin and I intend to use all the knowledge my father, may God rest his soul, taught me.  Just two weeks ago I watched as they lowered my father’s cold, dead body into the ground and not a week later a crown was placed atop my head…. a crown I thought my father would be giving me.  I am emotional because right now at this very moment there are rebels out there, only God knows where, hatching plans to storm this castle! This castle has stood here for 300 hundred years and I intend for it to stand for many more. I refuse to let the rebels take my country and everything that my family has worked for.  Now, we have much more pressing matters to deal with than your fragile egos, don’t you think my Lords?”

24. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

Have fun with writing! Don’t worry about whether or not the idea you want to write has been written before because it most definitely has been, but it’s never been written by you! 

I’m excited to finally be done with my classes and I hope to to write more and post my fics throughout the summer! 

[strawberryfairi]

“I loved you then…back when I knew you”

Synopsis: 💎 When your old high school best friend, and admittedly, first love randomly shows up at your door one morning after a bit over ten years apart, your memories of him that you once locked away comes flooding back. Are you open to hearing him out after all this time? (In other words…will you take your man back or nah?)

♕Pairings: Kazutora X Black Fem Reader 🤎 (ANYONE CAN READ)🛑Content: 18+ Eventual smut, Some grief, Some angst ~Crossposted On: Wattpad ONLY ~Updating WEEKLY

w.c. 3.9k💠 Released March 21, 2024

NOTE: It’s been too long since I’ve posted another chapter but hopefully I’m fully out of my (ridiculously long💀) writers block! Ngl, this chap kinda ass fr but the next chapter will be longer/better for sure! Thank you all for bearing with me🧚🏾‍♀️💜

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CHAPTER 8; EMOTIONAL DIFFICULTIES

A Few Days Later

This morning just before classes started, the girls demanded an emergency girls meeting in the bathroom to discuss what happened Halloween night. It was funny to you how they never wanna text or Facetime about these things, they only love to do it in person. It was cute though, and made the experience of sharing your gossip all the more exciting.

"YOU GUYS KISSED?!"

You winced as all the girls shouted practically at the same time. You already knew what was coming.

"I knew it! I knew something happened between you guys! We called it, we straight up called it, Yumi!" Asuka rambled, Yumi just nods her head proudly with that classic devious smile.

"You better not ever come talkin' to us about "Oh, I don't know how he feels guys" again! At this point you'd be a fool to not see it!" Hayashi-chan ranted.

"Wait, but see there's the thing-

"NO! You guys are getting married, and that's final!" Yumi hollers.

"Um, I don't know 'bout married. We're in high school." You chuckle. "But listen guys, 'cause there's something goin' on now that's making me feel weird about the kiss. Afterwards, when we all were goin' home things were so awkward, and now it's like he can't even bear to touch me. You think maybe he regrets it?" You frown, fiddling with your fingers resting on your lap as you sat on the bathroom sink.

All the girls turn quiet in thought, briefly looking at one another as they process what you said.

"Ok well...when you guys touch now does he pull away like "ew, oh my god"? Or is it like "oh shoot, I touched her!"?" Miyazaki-chan questions.

"What's the difference?" You furrow your brows.

"One is that he's like genuinely disgusted to have touched you, and the other is just him being nervous that he touched you." She explains.

"Some guys can get like that! I'm pretty sure you're probably the first girl he's ever gotten this close to, like..ever. It was probably his first kiss too, and now that he did that he's like unsure about how to go about dealing with you. You went from friends to...this." Asuka says, gesturing with her hands towards all of you.

She did have a really good point though, you hadn't thought about it that way at all. You were so pressed about not liking the way he's been acting since Halloween night that you never really bothered to take it a step further and think about why.

"That makes sense. I mean, he doesn't seem disgusted, he's just so jumpy! It's like he calculates every little thing he does and sometimes says now; like a robot." You frown, looking over at Miyazaki-chan.

"Yup. He's for sure nervous." Hanako-chan nods.

"But it's not like I'm not nervous too!" You rant, throwing your hands in the air in frustration.

"Yeah, but when guys get nervous they get stupid. An even dumber than usual kind'a stupid." Yumi explains with a disappointed sigh.

"Facts, that'd be the next thing to warn you about. With what you told us about how he's acting...he's for sure gonna be in his idiot era from now on." Hayashi-chan says with an apologetic smile.

"His idiot era? Ughh no..." You facepalm, not liking the sound of this at all.

"Let's just hope he can character develop fast enough to breeze through it." She adds with an apologetic tone.

The bell signaling for students to get to homeroom rang just as you all finished your little gossip chat. One by one each of you left out of the bathroom, saying your goodbyes and going your separate ways down either side of the hall.

"I'll see y'all at lunch or..whatever class we have together." You giggled, walking backwards as you wave goodbye. Just as you go to turn around, you bump into someone accidentally, almost falling on the floor on your back in the process.

"O-oh, I'm so sorry!" A soft, familiar voice stutters out, quickly turning around and steadying you by the arm.

"Oh! No no, it's my fault-Yamagishi?! I haven't seen you in so long!" You beam, finally noticing who it was you bumped into. His two other friends seeming to be with him in the hallway quickly scurried into their classroom with nervous looks on their faces, leaving the two of you alone. You didn't think too much of that, but it was definitely weird.

"Oh uh...yeah." Yamagishi says in a particularly hushed voice.

"What's been goin' on? Did you do anything for Halloween?"

Yamagishi barely manages to respond to you, letting out nothing but a short "Y-yeah" in response. You furrow your brows in concern at the way his eyes keep darting everywhere but at you. It seems Kazutora isn't the only boy acting stupid around you now.

"Are you alright? What's wrong?!" You ask, starting to get a little freaked out. He looked completely shook, hands slightly shaking and his entire face has gone pale white.

"Sorry, I-I gotta go!" He stammers, pivoting on his feet and darting right into the classroom.

"What the-?!" You were confused and also a little offended. What the hell is wrong with these guys?! Shaking your head, you decide to brush it off, continuing on down the hall.

"Hey!"

This time a male voice you didn't recognize calls from a few feet behind you. You turn around, pointing at yourself with your brows slightly furrowed, silently asking the guy if they were talking to you.

"Yeah." He says, finally catching up to you.

"Uhh, hi?" You greet awkwardly. You've never seen this student before. He was pretty tall, with slicked back black hair and dark eyes to match.

"Just wanted to let you know, in case you were wondering, Yamagishi isn't allowed to talk to you anymore." He scorned, looking at you like you were the biggest nuisance in his life.

"What do you mean-

"You're boyfriend made it clear some weeks ago." He clarifies with a slight grimace at the word 'boyfriend'.

That was all he needed to say for you to understand, and man were you instantly fuming. Is he serious?!

"What did he do?" You grit out lowly. Even though it was a question your tone was demanding an answer, a fully in depth answer as well.

And a full report he sure did give you. He told you the full story exactly how Yamagishi told him and his other friends the day it happened. It was like the more Yamagishi's friend spoke the more your blood boiled, and by the time he finished telling you the tea, you were ready to find Kazutora.

"Oh, I got somethin' for him. Imma deal with his ass..trust." Was all you said before turning on your heels and storming down the hallway to your homeroom.

💎

You couldn't wait not a second more for lunchtime to come around, so when it finally did you jumped straight into action. Of course you told the girls what happened to which even they were annoyed about it. Everyone knows Yamagishi is a sweetheart, so picking a fight with him knowing he's not a fighter all like that anyways is just absolutely ridiculous. First of all, you're not even Kazutora's girlfriend, and second, for him to act so possessive like you can't have other guy friends besides him is childish!

The girls saved your spot at the lunch table, already knowing you were off to find him before he could even come to you. You walked through the halls like a lion hunting for its prey, focused on one thing only until you finally saw him.

There he was by the vending machine in the hallway before you reach the cafeteria, looking all calm and collected.

You storm up to him, the sound of your school shoes making contact with the ground alerting him of your presence. It just pissed you off even more the way his expression brightened when he noticed you.

"Hey! I was just on my-

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" You cut him off.

"-way...?" He finishes, blinking a few times in confusion while looking down at you with his brows furrowed.

"Why'd you beat up Yamagishi?! You told me you were only going to fight Osanai that day! You really had the audacity to tell him to stay away from me?! Who the hell are you?!" You rant, feeling your face starting to heat up with anger.

"You're mad at me because of that? He's the one that let Osanai hurt you in the first place." He shrugged, like it was the very last thing occupying his mind.

"I had already handled Yamagishi that same day though! He said he was sorry, and you already know he doesn't fight!" You defended, throwing your arms up exasperatedly.

"He should've thought about that before asking you out then. He already went wrong right there." He scoffed.

"Are you serious?!" You furrow your brows with a scoff, genuinely shocked.

"I'm very serious. He had no business asking you out knowing he can't protect you at all. He's lucky all Osanai did was give you one black eye! What if he did worse?!" He argued. It actually annoyed you a lot that he kind of made sense there.

You clench your jaw, looking to the side and letting out a deep exhale through your nose.

"Look...I was mad, alright?" He mutters softly.

"You can't just beat somebody up because you're mad, K! Like, I'm mad but I'm not beating you up." You grumble.

He lets out the tiniest chuckle. You both knew full well you'd never be able to beat him up. "I think both my anger and beating him up was justified. I can't let something like that slide; not anymore." He mumbles the last part to himself.

"Not anymore?" You question, looking back up at him curiously. He was already looking down, his hands clenched into fists at each side. You've never seen him look like this before. He wasn't angry or even worried, he just looked regretful.

"It's just-...I used to be the one to watch while someone else gets beat in front of me all the time. I hated that I could never do anything except cry and curl up in some corner." Kazutora explains bitterly, his eyes carrying a hollow, far off look.

You gasp lightly, hovering your hands over your mouth. "What do you mean?" You ask, mouth still hanging open in shock. You really hoped it wasn't what your mind was starting to conclude that it was. He sighs deeply before continuing.

"Before my parents got divorced, my dad would-... he'd beat my mom all the time. I was little, so it was never really anything I could do about it. So when I found out Yamagishi was the one that let you get hurt like that..." He looks back up at you, letting you connect the rest of the dots.

"Ohh." You whisper, suddenly feeling like a fool for pressing him. You had no idea, you just figured he beat him up out of some kind of stupid possessiveness he has towards you, but it was way deeper than that. Without a second thought you wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his chest.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know any of that." You apologize, nuzzling your face into him in hopes of comforting him.

"It's...fine?" He mutters awkwardly, hesitantly wrapping his arms around you.

It's the first time he's ever shared anything about his family dynamic, and definitely the first time someone's comforted him about it. He felt weird, like he didn't know what to do, but he also felt...a little good about it?

"No it's not. I was all yellin' at you and stuff. I'm really sorry." You repeat, sniffling a little as you start to tear up. You were never strong when it comes to things like this. You could watch someone cry in a movie scene and be bawling your own self. Hearing about Kazutora having such a past...it hurt you somewhere deep. Then to think he got triggered that badly all from what happened while you were with Yamagishi. Of course it doesn't mean hurting Yamagishi is right, but there's clearly some traumatic things Kazutora's been dealing with for a pretty long time.

His father's absolute garbage, and you hope he's completely out of his and his mom's life. Hopefully his mom moved on and found somebody better too; a real husband.

"It's ok. Are you crying?!" He looks down at you in bewilderment. Now the two of you were really out of his territory. You nod slowly, holding onto him tighter.

"Oh. Well uhhh, don't cry, ok? 'S nothing to cry about." He reassures awkwardly, gently patting your back.

His words meant for comfort only made you feel a thousand times worse. Him, the one who went through such a traumatic childhood is saying it's nothing to cry about?! Something's definitely wrong for sure, and you feel terrible for never noticing it. He always looks so cheerful and bubbly, but of course, that's what most people do when they're trying to hide something about themselves that they don't want other people to see.

Once he notices you aren't letting go any time soon he sighs, resting his head on top of yours.

"I don't want you to pity me, ok?" He mumbles softly into your hair.

"I don't. I just don't like hearing that someone I care about went through something like that. I'm sad." You murmur right back into his uniform, sniffling much more frequently. If you kept going like this, your mascara's gonna start running. Kazutora's heart clenched so hard in his chest. He felt butterflies hearing you say he was someone you care about, but it also hurt him seeing you so upset.

"Come on. Don't cry anymore, ok? Please?" He leans up from your hair, placing his hands on your shoulders. You look up at him, your bottom lip slightly pouting, and nod, wiping your eyes carefully.

"Wanna go back to the caf now?" He suggests softly.

"Mm mm. I wanna stay with you." You whine childishly. He laughs lightly at your cute expression.

"But your food's back there. Come on, we'll be alone together anyways when I walk you home later." He chuckled lightly, walking you back into the cafeteria.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You had thought, with good reason, that after that emotional moment you and Kazutora shared together he'd be back to normal, no longer acting so awkward and skittish around you. Yeah, no..he's still being like that. You figured that due to the heat of the moment he wasn't really thinking about anything else except comforting you so you'd stop crying.

Now that that moment's passed, things are even more awkward than before.

"So...how was the rest of school for you?" You ask, trying to break the silence that's been ongoing for about seven minutes since the two of you left the school building.

"Uuuh..boring as usual, I guess." He replies shortly with a little shrug.

"Same." You mumble dryly, pursing your lips afterwards.

Aaaand we're right back to the silence. You sigh dramatically in frustration.

"K, why're you being so quiet all the time now? You're acting so weird." You question, looking up at him with a slight pout.

"What? I don't think I'm any different." He furrows his brows slightly.

"Liar. You don't even put your arm around me anymore like you used to." You grumble bitterly, looking straight ahead as you adjust your tote bag strap on your left shoulder.

"Do you want me to put my arm around you?" He asked.

"I mean, not necessarily, I was just pointing out stuff you used to do that you don't do anymore." You answer back as nonchalantly as possible.

"But if you pointed it out doesn't that automatically mean it's something you want me to do?" He probed, leaning down a bit closer to you.

"....Sure, yeah..maybe I do." You reply sassily, trying to hide the embarrassment on your face.

"Then..I'll do it." He affirms, his cheeks already starting to turn pink.

"Ok, fine." You mumble plainly, trying to hold back the excited smile wanting to make its way on your face as his arm hesitantly wraps around your shoulders, bringing you close to him.

Every time you both are close like this it always feels so different from before Halloween. The air becomes heavy, the sound of your heart beat seems ten times louder, your palms get all sweaty, and your face gets unbearably hot. Worst part of it all your mind starts going crazy with thoughts when you get like this.

You think about how you want so badly to kiss him again. To touch and kiss each other again just like that night, maybe something even more than that. It almost feels wrong having thoughts like this when you didn't know for sure if Kazutora thought similar things.

The girls always know how to make it seem so simple, so obvious that he feels the same, but it's so hard to see it when you're in a situation like this in real time.

If I kissed him would he push me away...?

Even if you had the guts to kiss him you knew you probably shouldn't do it. He's already acting different, it would highly likely make it worse. At this point you weren't even sure when you should ever invite him over to your place again. He'd probably completely lose his mind if you were on the same bed together again.

You sigh, closing your eyes and leaning your head just slightly against his chest. This'll have to be enough for now, but in the meantime you figure it's time to whip out the big guns when it comes to boy advice.

💎

"-And then...we actually ended up kissing there, but after we left from the park it was like he was completely different. He wouldn't do anything that he used to, and still doesn't unless I point it out like I did today! That's the only reason he even put his arm around me, 'cause I mentioned he'd stopped doing it."

Your mom listens intently from the edge of your bed, trying not to show her ever growing smile.

"I was waiting for when you'd finally tell me about this boy." She says warmly.

Your jaw drops, completely taken aback by her words.

"Wha-...you knew about him this whole time?!" You gawked, completely shook.

"Girl, I knew from the get-go, don't even play." She chuckles lightly. "I knew after weeks and weeks had passed that you liked him and would come to me about him eventually. I was just waitin'." She chuckled, brushing you off with a hand.

"Well, so...what do you think?" You inquire nervously, fiddling around with your hands in your lap.

"There's nothing to think! He likes you; it's clear as day! You don't even gotta stress about this one, honey."

"But why does he act so weeeeird?!" You whine dramatically.

"Because he likes you, as I just said! That's how guys are. He made a move randomly, 'cause from how you're describing it he definitely didn't plan it, and now he's freaking out because he went and blurred the lines of y'alls relationship." She explains with an amused chuckle.

You stay quiet, brows furrowed as you think over what your mom said.

"Sometimes, there are guys that have a hard time facing their feelings, and unfortunately, this boy seems to be one of them." She adds, placing a hand on your knee.

"Don't decide nothin' for him, ok? You let him figure out his feelings and come to you.We're not chasin' any guys, no matter how cute."

"Why do you think he's struggling with facing his feelings?" You murmur curiously.

"Oh honey, it could be anything. Sometimes they're just nervous, other times it can be a little more complicated than that. If he's strong enough, he'll be able to acknowledge how he feels about you and decide what he wants to do. If he's not, and he keeps teetering around back and forth...then you decide for him, and you keep it pushin'. That doesn't mean end the friendship and walk away, but you make it clear y'all will be nothing more than friends." She explains, her tone more serious now.

You nod, looking up at her.

"Today...we got into a fight but then it turned out to be something sad." You mutter.

"What d'you mean somethin' sad?" She says with concern, raising her left brow.

"Well remember when I got that black eye with the boy from my math class?" You pause, watching her nod as a sign to continue. "Ok so Kazutora had actually went and beat up the guy who did that to me, this dude named Osanai, but he didn't tell me he also went and beat up Yamagishi too that same day. He said he was mad that he didn't keep me safe, but he also said it was because it reminded him..of when his dad would beat his mom when he was younger."

Your mom's lips part slightly, sucking in a short breath as she listens to you. Immediately she was filled with a deeper concern than before. Back when she was much younger, before you were even born, she had spent a lot of time as a youth pastor, caring for the kids who carried trauma and had to deal with neglectful, hateful parents. She's always loved kids, and it would anger her beyond belief when the parents of the kids from her youth group would try and justify why they treat their children the way they do.

"I had started crying 'cause...he'd never told me that, and it kinda clicked. He's always so bubbly and like really upbeat, but I think it might be because he's actually really sad." You explain softly, a deep frown on your face.

"He fights a lot, and before he met me he used to never really come to school. I had a thought while he was walking me home that maybe his dynamic with his mom at home still isn't any better even though his dad is gone." You add, looking over at her again for her reaction.

"Ok...well, there may definitely be some 'things' inside him that he needs to work through. I also think he's probably acting weird around you because you might be the only person he feels safe with, so he doesn't want to mess that up; what he has with you." She says softly.

"Yeah. That makes sense." You sigh.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Kazutora's story about his family was all you could think about as you laid in bed. You'd spent a majority of the night worrying about him.

This only made you realize just how much you actually didn't know about him. That was just one little piece of the story, who knows how many more details and puzzle pieces fit into the rest of it. It would probably be wrong to just ask him about his past, you didn't want to upset him or even trigger him in some kind of way. You honestly didn't know too much about mental health and all the nuances and verbiage that comes along with it.

He could have PTSD or..something from what happened in his past. If he does have something like that he's damn good at hiding it...at least around you.

A deep sigh left your lips, letting go of the situation so you could finally sleep. You'd have to figure this out another time.

[norinenglish]

Team Rancher - Guide of Canon - Tango Episode 1

I rewatched Double Life to take notes to help me with canon-compliant fics and decided to share it here so it could help others. The notes are after the cut. They are EXTENSIVE.

I plan on posting everything from Tango's POV at least. Might do more in the future.

Guide of Canon: Team Rancher Tango's Episode 1 - Tango's Episode 2 - Tango's Episode 3 - Tango's Episode 4 - Tango's Episode 5.

Tango's Episode 1: What a start!

Intro: Tango narrates, “We are soul-linked to another player. If one of us takes damage, we both take damage. We share a health bar. And if one of us dies, we both die. So let’s hope we get soul-bound to someone good.” 

*

He refers to his soulmate before meeting them as, “If my partner just plummeted off a cliff, I’m dead.” ; “My teammate just took damage”; “Imma go try and find my partner” and refers to people as being linked. 

*

Tango takes the test with Scott, Grian and  BigB on the Goat Mountain. Later he finds Bdubs in a ravin (Bdubs already found his soulmate but tells Tango to try anyway.) Cleo comes into the conversation and spank-tests Tango.

* 

He goes into the cave without a shield. While he fights two zombies and a spider, a creeper falls on his head and explodes. He screams “Nooo!” for a long time before and after respawning on top of a birch tree. 

Jimmy respawns after a second and immediately says, a tad angrily, “What happened, Tango?”

“Hi, hi. I’m so sorry,” Tango says, instant regrets in his voice.

“Take me through it, what’s happened there?”

“There was some caving, and then there might have been about seven zombies and a spider and,” Tango says as a goat bumps into Jimmy, “you’re being butted!”

Tango descends from the tree. “And then I was focusing on the army approaching me for one direction and uh yeah the old creeper from behind. I'm so sorry!”

“Oh my gosh. Alright, let’s meet up in a bit. I need to go get my stuff before it despawns.”

“I don’t even know where I was, I just lost everything, yeah. I’ve no idea where I was.”

“Oh, my gosh!”

“This is less than good. I have no idea…”

“DUDE!”

“Well, let’s go. This is extra bad.”

“I need to, wait, I need to- Where was my bit.”

Tango seems ready to follow Jimmy, while Jimmy is panicking about his things.

“We’re just wandering around, like panicking in circles and OH NO!”

Jimmy laughs at Tango’s over-dramatising the panics he feels. It seems to calm him a bit. They get on top of the tree (to see their surroundings better?). Tango apologizes again.

“No don’t be sorry, it’s gonna happen-”

“At least we know-”

“I feel like I’m gonna die in the future and you’re gonna have to take the punishment of it.”

Before Jimmy finishes his sentence, Tango is already reassuring him, saying: “That’s fine, that’s fine.”

*

They decide to start again collecting supplies. Tango is still hang up over their death.

“I feel horrible that I died, but I feel worse that I just took you down with me!”

“No, it’s gonna happen all the time! It’s gonna happen all the time today.” (probably referencing other duo dying like this.)

They hear a horn in the distance and Tango remembers that he lost his. 

“YOU HAD A HORN?”

“I was horn boy! And now it’s gone.”

They hide a chest inside of a tree they call a safety box. Tango puts a stick in it.

“At least we don’t have to bother trying to find who our soulmate is.”

“And honestly, how many people had you met before that? I had met like 7 or 8 people.”

*

Jimmy goes to find his stuff. Tango retraces his steps and gets supplies. They settle on the edge of the ravine/river across Cleo and Scott. They talk about their plans with Tango gets rid of the grass and Jimmy jumps around.

“What are you thinking of building?” 

“I think just like a big shack for both of us to.. you know.”

“To shack up in. I like it, yeah.”

“And then we can get a little farm outside and we need to plant some seeds.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I love it.” They start cutting the trees. “And then, maybe we can both go on an adventure. Either way, I’ll go get sheep and you get cows-I think that’s the best.”

“I am on board with this plan.”

“I’m not good with building at all, Tango, so, uh.”

“Oh, I was hoping you would say you were! You’re not the builder? Oh no!”

“Wait, are you not the builder?” Jimmy asks with good humour in his voice.

“I’m not a builder, no! Oh well, we live in a dirt hut.” [laughs]

“We might be in trouble here.”

*

Jimmy leaves to get animals and mine. Bdubs comes to chat. “You found your soulmate.”

“The hard way.”

Seeing Jimmy get the [Not Today Thank You] achievement, Tango says “Jimmy’s down there, he must be dying i should probably help him” and goes into mine with him. Jimmy asks about Tango having a shield, worried about their safety.

“We may have to…. beg.”

“Yeah, I am OK with this… strategy, yeah.”

Tango gives him his boots because Jimmy has no piece of armour and Tango also has pants. “Because if you die, I die, so.” “We’ll share whatever we got, it’s pitiful, but…”

*

Jimmy leaves to beg for iron while Tango starts to build their “super ugly house”. Tango tells him to keep an eye out for animals of any kind - preferably chicken.

“My man said he couldn’t build.”

“Ha! It’s a box, it’s a box! It’s not much!” while laughing.

Tango makes fun of his build with good humour, but Jimmy gives him genuine compliments. Jimmy reveals the bucket of water he got and Tango praises him: “Look at you! You go on a mission and you come back with goods. This is what I like to see. This is what I like in a partner. Well done.”

Tango keeps insulting his house building but Jimmy answers with “I love it.”

When it’s done, Tango places placing the single bed and says: “It’s a humble start.”

“It is, it is! It’s all we need right now.” “It actually looks great. I think you’ve done a great job here.” 

Tango laughs awkwardly and a tad in a self-deprecating way.  

“I’m not just saying it! I think you’ve done a great job!”

“This is the ugliest house ever-”

*

They have three eggs and Jimmy throws them in a hole they made for their chicken operation under the house. The last one hatches and they cheer. 

*

They leave on a quest for chicken (and maybe “future begging”). Tango finds some and escorts them back home. “Come on little guy, you’re destined for greatness, let’s go!”

*

Etho and Joel come by and they chat.

Joel asks, “Is Jimmy- Is Jimmy… OK?” 

It is ambiguous what he’s really asking about. Tango takes it as an inquiry about what Jimmy’s doing. “Well- he’s out. We went out hunting chicken and I’m back and I already brought back three chickens and he’s brought back none.”

They chat a bit more about horns and how stupid trying to build on the pillager outpost is before they leave. 

“If you see Jimmy, tell him we have chickens!”

*

Tango takes care of the chicken operation when he hears Jimmy calling for him. 

“Tango? Hum… Where are you?”

“I’m in the house,” Tango responds right before he opens the door to see Jimmy back, multiple cows in his tow. “OH! YOU’RE AMAZING!”

They praise each other on their respective luck with animals.

“We’re good for something!”

“We’re ranchers. Team rancher!”

Jimmy makes a side room for the cows and Tango takes care of the chickens again but they escape in the basement. “I might not be cut out for this ranchin’ thing.”

*

They want to have goat horns. Jimmy offers him the option to stay in the base or to try and find Grian with him. Tango chooses to go into the caves to get iron because they’re pretty naked, but acquiring a horn is “imperative to team rancher”. 

Tango changes his mind quickly though and decides to go beg instead of digging. He finds BigB, Ren, Cleo and Scott. Begging fails. They discuss bases. 

Scott says, after looking at Jimmy and Tango’s: “You are paired with Jimmy. It’s as good as it gets.”

“Here’s the thing. We teamed up and we were like ‘this is a good spot for a base’ and we kind of looked at each other we just assumed the other person knew how to build they were like ‘nope’ ahah.”

They see Jimmy on a bridge with Joel and Etho and Tango thinks he’s being cornered so he leaves to go help Jimmy. We don’t see whether he gets to them or not.

*

Tango ends up in Impulse and Bdubs’s house. 

Impulse, when Tango asks him about being with Bdubs, responds: “Feels pretty good. My partner’s great, he doesn’t die.” At this point, it’s a jab aimed at Tango, rather than at Jimmy.

Tango comes home at night starving and unable to sprint, screaming “HELP!”. Jimmy escorts him inside.

Joel comes by to steal wheat and makes fun of them for not having proper armour. Jimmy tries a different approach and asks him to take his shirt off but gets axed in the face. Joel gives them a few potatoes because he feels bad and leaves. Jimmy apologizes for trying the new approach but Tango doesn’t mind, he’s hung over the fact that Joel was stealing their crops. They continue tending to the field because they are starving. The episode ends.

[evie-sturns]

GIRL SO IDK WHO TO TELL SO IM TELLING YOU AND A BUNCH OF STRANGERS ON THE INTERNET (cs yk, in da clurb we all fam) ANYWAYS

me and my ex broke up 3 months ago right

(i left him cause i found out he had sent my...nakey pics to a guy in order to get SOME OTHER GIRLS nakey pics in 2023 and never told me, we went a year and a half of dating and i found out through a friend who overheard the guy who received my pics tell someone else he had the pics- ANYWAYS)

2 days after we broke up he got with someone else but literally begged me to take him back while they dated, like hello?!? anyways i obviously rejected that idea which led him to talk so much SHIT about me gang, like he lowkey straight up bullied me 😭😭 he actually made me hate everything about me, but anyways im unfortunately not over him (shockingly) and still miss him because i saw sides of him no one else has seen yk, so i sent him a long ahh paragraph on new years eve:

im sending you this right now because, 1. idk if i'll have the balls to do this later, and 2. if i do, i'll end up forgetting to do it a bit before midnight. anyways, i know deep down you probably hate me, and that your apology wasn't actually sincere, and i really hope you dont mention this to anyone but i know you'll probably screenshot this and send it to someone (or a lot of someones) to talk about me, and thats whatever cause at the end of the day, i can't control what you say about me. all i wanna say before the year ends is thank you. thank you for being a part of my 2024, even if towards the end you made my life a living hell, made me actually wanna kill myself by jumping off a cliff type. i like to think we have a lot of great memories (or at least i do), definitely way more happy ones than sad ones. you were a big part of my year, positively and negatively. im telling you this because it just feels right to me. i genuinely dont regret any good things that happened in 2024 with you, despite what ive said in the past. i'm sorry for any pain i might've caused you this year, anything i did that offended you, i wish you the best in 2025 with your friends and loved ones, have a happy new year.

and long story fucking short, im 80% sure he's still not over me bc after 2 hours of texting back and forth (he was onto with his new girlfriend while this happened btw) he was like, what if every saturday we text eachother things we want to get off our chest because you're still someone i trust and you're the only one who knows how much i hate going to therapy, and so now we're gonna talk every saturday about our feelings.

im so sorry this is long asf, but i js thought i should share with SOMEONE

how did i jot see this earlier i’m CSREAMING

but ew that guy is a massive flop but you shouldn’t even bother to talk to this man if he’s not treating you right tf, no matter how attractive he is you deserve betttter, if he can just share your photos around like nothing then he’s not the one ☹️ like imagine walking down the isle and him crying, i bet you can’t

[bee-whistler]

Mistake of the day… looking at my 64-year-old sister’s weird Facebook

Gonna probably get some nasty responses from Boomers over there for the comment I left. Here’s the post:

Insert eyeroll here. And the comments are a parade of my peer group and older rabbitting on about how they got smacked if they weren’t polite and respectful and how grateful they are. So I said this, and I only regret leaving out one thing…

“No, I wasn’t raised this way. Appparently my Boomer sister was, because she shared it, but 13 years and several kids later, my parents mostly left me to absorb my lessons from my unruly older siblings. Because I wasn’t taught manners directly, I struggle with them to this day. So I taught them to my children.

“What I’m sick of is the sanctimony of older generations. You all know you’re doing exactly what every generation before you has done, right? You also realize you hear more terrible stories now because you literally hear more of everything now. And yeah, kids fo know what respect is. They respect each others’ wishes all the time, to choose how they want to be perceived and the choices they make. They respect animals, they respect the environment, they respect the rights of workers, and older generations tear them down for it.

“Just as many young people are good and bad respectively as old people. Tell me you don’t know people around your age and older who don’t respect your space, who don’t respect your wishes, who don’t try and understand your viewpoint or who never admit they’re the problem.

“If you keep looking for negatives, you’ll find them. And every generation thinks the ones coming after are the problem. Century after century. And how those old folks do love an echo chamber like this one.”

The thing I regret leaving out? That I gave my kids what I never had… a parent who at least tried to listen to them and answer their questions instead of demanding blind obedience and automaton-like good behavior and unfailing respect to people whose only achievement was not dying sooner.