#and they always over exaggerate the eyelashes with girls in these games

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Yuma Month: Day 29: Disguise

Yumi would’ve been a cute substitute name 💕

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We know the Winchester Brothers Obsess over one another, it’s canon and blatant text within Supernatural.

Here’s a little blurb I came up with cause I can’t sleep and it’s 2:10 in the morning :)

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Sam loves his big brother. It’s a given. After everything they’ve been through it’d be unfathomable for them not to love each other.

But Sam can’t stand the fact Dean doesn’t seem to love him as much as Sam loves him. Sam knows Dean loves him, would do anything for him. But it seems like Dean’s avoiding him.

He’s going to bars more often and hooking up with the first girl he sees. There’s been too many times Sam had to leave their shitty motel room cause Dean wanted to get his dick wet. It’s frustrating, it’s embarrassing. The only thing that weirdly enough makes it better is the fact Dean is constantly wearing his amulet Sam gifted him all those years ago.

Those girls may be there for the moment, but Sam is Dean’s for life.

Sam thinks Dean doesn’t love him as much as he loves Dean. He’s proven wrong on one of their hunts though.

By a Siren.

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“I gave him what he needed. And it wasn’t some bitch in a g-string. It was you, his little brother.” The siren taunts as Dean holds Sam, his sharp knife digging into Sam’s throat. Sam damn near blacks out at that. A demon known to take on its victims sexual fantasies; and Dean’s is Sam?

The confrontation goes rapidly with Bobby coming in and saving their asses. Stabbing Dean in the shoulder and the demon in the back.

Sam doesn’t know what to think, he doesn’t know what to say. So he keeps quiet. The pleading look on Dean’s face help him make that choice as well.

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“What did he mean?” Sam questions out of the blue one day, months after that fateful hunt.

Dean looks over to Sam in confusion from the motels couch, “Who Sammy, Darren? The waiter from the diner? It was an innuendo that meant butt se—“ before Dean can finish his taunt, Sam cuts him off with an eye roll, “No Dean, not Darren. I know what he meant. I meant the siren from a few months ago.”

At the mention of that hunt, Dean shuts down. His expression flattens and he somehow metaphysically pulls away from Sam. Sam can’t get a read on him; and he hasn’t been able to do that since he was a baby.

“Nothin’ Sammy. It means nothing.” Dean mutters as he takes a long swig from his beer, the sports game playing on the TV now Deans main focus.

Sam scoffs at that lame ass excuse, “Bullshit. It means something and I think I have the right to know what that is.”

“The hell you do! You don’t need to know everything you fucking snoop, leave it be!” Dean’s voice raises as his jaw clenches. Sam raises an eyebrow at his brothers aggressive reaction. He’ll get Dean to crack, one way or the other.

Sam decides to taunt Dean. With an over-exaggerated flip of his hair, Sam quotes the siren, “I gave him what he needed. And it wasn’t some bitch in a g-string. It was you, his little brother.” Sam says in a fake saccharine tone. Batting his eyelashes at his older brother before getting serious.

“Dean, Siren’s take on their victims greatest sexual fantasy. Their celebrity crush, the one that got away, the server from your favourite restaurant. All that shit. But yours was… me. Why?”

Dean purses his lips and takes an even bigger sip of his bear, wetting his lips as a drop trails down his neck. Dean wipes it away when the back of his hand with a morose sigh. Sam quickly averts his eyes from that gesture.

“You just answered your own damn question Sammy.”

Sam gapes, “I’m your biggest sexual fantasy? How, why?”

Dean rolls his eyes at his brothers shock, “I don’t even know where to begin Sammy. I’ve always loved you. I’m not sure when the wires got all tangled and fucked up but it happened. I guess being the main one to take care of you really messed everything up, huh?”

Sam wants to cry a bit. It does make sense, Dean is everything to him. His mother, his father, his brother, and his best friend. All they’ve known all their lives is each other. They’re each other’s greatest weakness.

“If it’s any consolidation Dean, my siren looked like you too.” Sam quietly states as he gets up from his laptop and moves to sit next to Dean. Stealing the beer from his limp hand and taking a massive swig. Deans eyes and lips part minutely.

“You… wait— what?” Dean questions, his words barely escaping his lips. Sam just smiles and kisses his brothers cheek; as close to his mouth as he can, before shuffling around and getting comfortable. Leaning into Dean’s side he makes himself small to cuddle up to Dean. “So… who’s winning?”

Dean just huffs a laugh at the blatant change of subject, steals back his beer and continues to watch the game, “Look at the top left corner. It tells you.” Sam rolls his eyes, “You know I’m not a big sports person. I don’t know the team names from just a few letters!” The two continue to bicker, as if nothings changed.

In all honesty, it really hasn’t. Their unspoken bond has finally been brought to the light.

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Epilogue (Final Part)

It’s hours later and we’re still talking. The DJ arrives around ten and cracks the speakers up to ear-ringing heights so we exit to the lobby and stand by the window as the snow falls and the lights from the ten foot Christmas tree twinkle on the glass. 

“No, no, stop, I can’t take it anymore,” He shrieks in agony as he grabs my arm, “He said that when he was inside you?”

“Yes! I didn’t know what to say back, like, um, thanks pal?”

“‘You’re so Alpha’” He repeats, deadpan, but his shoulders betray him when they start wobbling again, “‘and I’m just a little-”

“Beta boy, yes. Oh Evie, you intimidate me so much, I’ve always wanted to fuck a girl who scared me.”

“I’m going to die because of this story,” He cries, “I refuse to believe that men like this exist, it’s just too much.”

“There was this other lad too,” I begin, “Not as bad, but he got a nosebleed halfway through and it was dripping all over my face for like fifteen minutes before either of us noticed.”

“No!”

“Yeah, God, I feel bad, I think he was on some blood thinning medication or something but like…” We fall about laughing again, laughing and laughing until I think I’ll start gagging. I remember thinking during that experience that there was only one other person in the world who would find it as hilarious as I did, and as we splutter and cackle now at my retelling I remember how it used to be like this all of the time with us. I think about the time we lost through staying out of touch as he wipes his eyes and stumbles to the side a little bit, from laughing or from drinking a little too much, I’m not sure.

“Women are not like that,” he says, “I’m sorry for you, but they’re not, even the crazy LA ones don’t put me in situations like that.” He steadies himself a little by bracing his arm on the wall, so close that I could count his eyelashes if I wanted to. “I just don’t get it, do you think they get nervous?”

“Nervous around me? I doubt it. Sure what’s there to be nervous of?”

“It’s a lot of pressure, you know, making love to a beautiful woman for the first time. There’s a lot on the line, the chances of humiliation are high, maybe, I don’t know, maybe that guy just blurted the first weird thing that came into his head-” He breaks off because a high pitched laugh has exploded out of him again, “But it’s a flex to say that you’re so hot that you give men nosebleeds.”

“Oh come on, you’re exaggerating.”

“No, for real. Don’t you remember how nervous you made me when we were young? I turned into a total idiot around you.”

“Hardly.”

“It’s true. You were like this stunning princess and I was just some guy.”

I scoff, “Some guy?”

“Yeah, and it’s nice to see that some things never change because you’re still so beautiful and I’m still just a random man off the street.”

“Hmm, c’mon, you’re just schmoozing me,” I say, “Is this the way you all sweet-talk each other in Los Angeles? That’s not going to work. Irish girls are too humble to accept that.”

“Have I made you self-conscious?”

“No, I’m just wondering if you’re actually trying to flirt with me now or if you’re just trying to make me feel better about the fact that I’m thirty and my body is slowly ageing and rotting away.”

“Don’t say that, you look better than ever.”

I narrow my eyes, “I’m so curious about your game.”

“What do you mean?”

“Yeah, how you approach women, how you flirt with them now. What’s your technique? Is it intense flattery?”

He scoffs, “Oh, no, come on, I don’t have a technique, I don’t think about it like that.”

“No?”

“What do you think I am? Some kind of weirdo pick-up artist? No. I… I improvise, it depends on so much, like, where I am, who she is, what I feel like I’m hoping to get from the situation…”

“Okay okay, right. Well what if you were at an event with friends. Say, a wedding…”

He smirks at me.

“…and you see a woman standing on her own by the bar, and you know, she’s pretty mysterious in quite a sexy way, and you’re looking at her and thinking, hmm, yeah, maybe I’d like a piece of that-”

“You think that’s my inner monologue?” He interrupts, “That I think like that?”

“No, shh- shut up for a second, in this scenario you do. And you’re going to go over and talk to her, and you see the perfect opportunity to do it, and the lights from the dancefloor are shining in her hair, and oh, she looks so lonely over there, someone should go and keep her company…’

“I’d say hi, you’re very pretty, can I kiss you please?”

“Really?”

“Yeah t-”

He doesn’t finish because I have grabbed him by the lapels and pressed my lips against his. Maybe it’s for the joke, or because I’m slightly drunk, or maybe it’s to see if it still feels the way that it used to, I don’t know. I don’t really think about it, it’s just happening. 

“Oh look, it worked!” I say as we pull away, and I don’t really have a chance to try and read his face to see what he thinks about it because he takes a step towards me and kisses me again, though differently to how I kissed him, gentler, slower, with my head cradled in his hands, which is inconvenient because he makes my insides start flip flopping around. I draw back laughing, “What are you at?”

“We’re kissing now,” he confirms, then frowns, “I think. Aren’t we kissing? Or is this a hallucination?”

“Jude…”

“Don’t you want us to be kissing?”

“Well it’s not that, it’s-”

“Ah, you think it’s dangerous to be kissing.”

“If you keep saying ‘kissing’ it’s going to lose all meaning.”

“What did we call it when we were teenagers? Shiftin’ right? Will you shift me, Evie?”

“Oh my God,” I hold my hand up to his face, “it is illegal for you to put on an accent and say that. I hate that you can still do that.”

“My Irish voice?” he says in his Irish voice. 

“Please get that away from me!”

“Sorry about that,” he settles back into his American drawl, and I jerk with surprise as I feel the tips of his fingers graze my waist, “Also, I’m sorry that I kissed you, I thought we were, you know, doing that now.”

“It was a joke… And maybe just a little bit so that I could see if it still felt the same as it used to.”

His eyes tour my face, “Did it?”

“Did it for you?”

The corners of his mouth tick up, “I don’t know, it’s been a long time since I’ve kissed you, and honestly I didn’t get a decent sample, mind if I try it again?”

“Aha! I’ve figured out your game,” I declare, “You put on that silly act you’ve always put on, don’t you?”

He hooks his finger into the strap of my dress before it drops off my shoulder, “Hm? What act is that?”

“Your favourite one. ‘Oh, little old me? I’m so innocent, why I’ve never even held hands before, and I certainly haven’t fucked half of Dublin city. I don’t even know what sex is.’”

He gasps with delight and stares right into my face, “You’re still obsessed!” He cries, “and you haven’t stopped wondering about me!”

“About what, exactly?”

“My body count! After all these years it still tortures you. You’re so shallow…”

“Oh please, I couldn’t care less.”

“Evie,” He says mock-scoldingly, really drawing out the syllables, “I can’t believe it. I told you back then that it didn’t matter, that I didn’t have to tell you if I didn’t want to, but you’ve never let it go to this day. Wow. Wow.”

“I don’t even want to know,” I sniff, “It’s meaningless information to me now.”

“Well since you don’t care and it has no power over you anymore, maybe you finally ought to know…” He glances quickly around the empty lobby before his eyes slide back to mine and he whispers, “that you were the seventh.”

“The seventh?”

“Is that a good-surprise or bad-surprise?”

“Well I thought it’d be so many more.”

He shrugs, “No, I mean there was the first girl in the playground, then a girl who worked in the tennis club at the beach, a girl from my maths class at school, Michelle, someone from my university, Astrid, and then you-” He pauses, “Wait, there was another one. You were eighth. Seventh and a half.”

“And a half? Who did you forget? A centaur?”

He shakes his head, “There was an awkward foursome situation in Berlin once. It’s a long story, really stupid. I’ll tell you about it later.”

“Well I’ve never been more curious.”

“I’m a source of a lot of interesting info.”

“Like your current body count?” I tease.

“Oh, now I’m ran-through.”

“Tell me more about your life.”

“We just don’t have the time tonight.”

“What, not now?” I protest, “Not in this perfectly perfect situation when we’re both a little drunk and potentially snowed in for days, when there’s nothing to do but talk to each other?”

“No, see you’ve changed the subject, you’ve got me messed up. I…” He laughs tipsily and sways a little bit closer to me, through accident or otherwise I’m not sure, “…I was thinking about how much I might like to kiss you for a little longer this time, just to see if you still give me that same crazy feeling that I used to get with you, and you distracted me.”

I act like it’s a burden to me and slump back against the wall, “Fine, go ahead.”

“Oh jeez, no need to beg me, you know it’s off putting to be so eager?”

“Please?”

He comes in close and pecks my lips gently and even that makes my knees start to wobble. “No, come on, give me a proper kiss, that’s the only way we’ll know.”

“Still so demanding,” He tilts my chin towards him and angles his mouth over mine while his hands skim up my back and hold my body flush to his.  As he strokes his lips over mine I can’t help but curse inwardly because of course this is happening to me, of course it feels like everything I’ve been searching for in the years between then and now, everything I couldn’t find in other people. These are the kinds of kisses that ruined me for other men for years to follow, and he’s ruining me now. 

He glides his tongue along my lower lip and builds this kiss to the kind of intensity that shouldn’t be displayed in a public lobby, but he doesn’t care so neither do I. He kisses me until I’m soft and formless in his arms, until I forget the years in between then and now, and then he finally slows it, brushing his lips against mine and then gently drawing away and I find myself following his mouth in search of more, “The same?” He murmurs with his forehead against mine, “Or terrible?”

His hand cradles the back of my head as I sigh and bury my face in his shoulder, “What are we going to do, Jude?”

“You’re going to have to try not to be awkward about it because we might be snowed in for several days.” He says, “If you’ve decided I’m crusty and repulsive, you’re going to have to hide it from me to spare my ego. Either that or I’ll camp out in my room out of humiliation and get my sister to bring my meals to me until I can get the earliest flight to LAX.”

I pause, “so you’re sharing with your sister?”

“Yeah we booked late, so a twin room was all they had left. And she snores like hell.”

“Well that’s a pity because I booked months ago, and got a huge room all to myself. A four poster bed and a big gorgeous bath.”

“Are you bringing that up to make me jealous or is that an invitation?”

I scoff, “an invitation to what, exactly?”

“Come up and fuck you in the bath or something, I don’t know. Why would you bring the bath into it?”

“That’d be fairly shameless of me, wouldn’t it, if that’s what I was alluding to.”

“Is that the kind of woman you’ve become? The kind that invites strange men into her bath?”

“God no, I’d never directly ask that, that’d be very slutty.”

He brushes his fingers gently along the side of my neck, which is unfair because he knows how much I like that, and as I feel that touch all the way down to my toes he gives me a sly little smile and draws back to look at me, “I don’t know, you’ve really talked up this bath and you’ve got me curious. Will you show it to me?”

“You’ve always been so cheeky, did you know that? You ask audacious things of people.”

“Me? Never. That’s just not me, you must be thinking of somebody else. Of one of your other ex-boyfriends.” He grins and saunters casually toward the stairs, glancing over his shoulder at me as he goes, “I actually just remembered that I spilled something on my suit.”

“Did you.”

“Mm, I’m a total mess, I might be drunker than I look. I think I better go and take it off.”

“Doesn’t suit you anyway. You were always better in shorts.”

He pauses for a moment and regards me with one raised eyebrow, a question, and I don’t care that I’m predictable to him, that he already knows I will push myself away from the wall and catch up to him, “Actually you have the right idea, my dress is uncomfortable. I want to change out of it, only I’m not sure I can manage the zip on my own.”

“Oh, I can help you with that,” he says, “Or at least I can try, you know, but fair warning I haven’t ever undressed a woman before.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” I smile, as I wind my fingers through his. 

THE END

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[pinkrifle]

hear me out

reader is a girl n she meets princess kenny and she knows it’s just kenny, a guy but she constantly battles her sexuality over it—but eventually giving in and asking princess kenny out on a date, disregarding gender,, :3c this is gnn be a series cuz “ i aint writing allat” and nobody’s gnna read an entire 3 pages worth of this (realistically)

— tags: @trevvylovesspence

— ✦ heart to heart ♡

i stepped up to kingdom Kupa Keep to meet the newfound princess, princess kenny—never expecting her to be so majestic, beautiful, stunning, adorable.. what other words could i possibly use to describe this girl? it only makes sense how she was selected princess. boy do these people have taste,,

i started to play this new game with my class and my best friends, stan, kyle, cartman and kenny. so far i find it nice! i mean it’s kind of a better DND. but not for super-nerds. just regular nerds.

walking up to the *very beautiful* majesty i bow my head down slightly towards her, making sure i never took my eyes off (who would want to anyway :3) “hello, dear princess kenny!!” i greet her, smiling at her—fixing my hair to make sure i don’t look like a bum in-front of this adorable babe. “huhu! hello! i understand you know my name, but yours is?”

“ooh! im [namey name ;3] im sure evryone has told you, but your so elegant!” i remind her, staring into her beautiful deep purple eyes. i notice her brush off her dress, scoff and a tiny blush spread across her hooded face. “wh- well thank you! i actually don’t get that a lot, so i appreciate that :)” she retorts in an even softer tone from her normal confident and wavy voice, cupping her left cheek with her left hand.

“[namey name], why don’t you come over to my palace for some tea, if you wish?” princess kenny proposes a brilliant idea, i assume that’s a regular thing <3 “of course! i would be more than happy to spend an afternoon with Kupa Keep’s princess. :3” i silently-shriek out loud, watching all the people of the fellow kingdom stare at me in envy. “well for now, why don’t we take a walk?”

her big eyes bat her eyelashes and before i can answer wit an exaggerated yes she carefully gets up off of her throne, taking my hand in her soft, gloved, hand. i stare at her in awe and start gliding my feet along with hers across the ol backyard we stood in, i feel amazing with princess kenny with me.

it’s something i havent felt before, is it a lovely envy? is it admiration? it can’t be love, no way,, i just met this girl! i remind myself. the word girl stains my mind… girl girl girl girl. why am i feeling like this if we’re both girls? you know what.. that’s the least of my concerns, as far as i know it’s just kenny, not a real girl.

but why am i upset that he isn’t a “real girl”? i thought that if i let myself realize princess kenny was really a boy, my worries would set aside, but i only got more and more upset, confused :( i stare at the ground as i feel my body tug—“[namey name] is everything alright? what was with that sudden stop is the weather too cold?” she questions me, cara mia! how i love hearing her say my name. it’s like angels have come down from heaven and had graced me with their voice.

“oh, yeah i’m alright!i just had to think about a little something for a sec, we can continue now &lt;3” i reassure her, telling her she had nothing to worry about and i was fine with walking with her, hell i knew so well i was more than fine walking with her. “well i hope that something wasn’t making you upset! we can always do something else if you wish, you are the guest after all :)” she stops me in the middle of the sidewalk, taking my forearms into her hands—staring at me with innocent eyes. “wha?! of course not! but i would be open to do anything you want to!” i bluff. it was practically love at first sight with this girl! i couldn’t tell her how i feel right now..

as we keep walking we chat up a storm, playfully grabbing each others hands, giggling, blushing, looking away.. <;3 “huhu— [namey name]! such a flirt! who would have known a lady like you could be so charming!” she’d compliment me from time to time, making my cheeks heat up. “well look at you! who wouldn’t wanna charm such an eye candy of a prin,,,,” i’d wanna retort, but get cut off by elves swarming infront of us. “GET THE PRINCESS FIRST” i hear one of them yell, without a thought in mind i swoop princess kenny off her feet, bridal style and begin darting down the way we came.

picking up the pace i take my wand out of a pocket in my cloak and cast some spell at the top of my head, it knocks the elves back and i keep running with the maiden. huffing and almost out of breath i get back to Kupa Keep and alert the people that elves were coming to wreak havoc. setting the princess down behind a rather large tree as i hide with her i assume someone’s keeping watch of the stick. i yell to everyone that sit infront of us, rather far away from our hiding spot that the elves are coming.

“oh thank you, thank you [namey name]! for i could have gotten much more than hurt back there,,” she clamors, very faintly shaking with some sort of fear. “we’re gonna be alright princess, i promise you. these slimy elves can do nothing to your glowing kingdom.” i hesitate to say your, as i want to say our. but how could i be thinking of love in a striking time like this? who wouldn’t wanna think of loving a beautiful princess in a striking time like this.

as i hear one final shriek before the backyard goes silent, i look at princess kenny as she looks back at me. i nod and smile as i hold her even tighter, emerging from the tree. watching as a final elf gets dragged out, i set princess kenny down and we cheer in unison as everyone else in the kingdom follows along. princess kenny settles everyone down as she takes a hand and places it in my direction.

“everyone, i don’t think we would have gotten this done as fast as we did without the help of my lovely mage, [namey name].” she announces, and everyone looks at me as i have a short smile on my face, waving out to the kingdom.

UHHH THSI IS PART 1 MUEHEHE… I HOPE UUY GUYS ENJOYED!! i am so excited i finally got yhis out YIPEEEE

update log (u can ignore idk)

pdate one [writing]: 11:38 pm 6/4/23

upd8 two [finishing, publishing] 1:47 pm 7/4/23

[feefymo]

for the ask game, how about “ive always been alone” with JPM<3 (the image of him sitting alone after queenie left rent free in my head)

tw: violence, blood, mention of sex. a/n: Thank you for the request, baby! I try to exploit this game through small texts. I hope you like it! ♥ - Oopsie Daisies! - James jumped back slightly as a spray of blood hit him full in the face. It looked like one of Liz's elaborate make-up looks. He only cleaned the eyelashes of his left eye with a handkerchief no longer as white as a swan's feathers. A mere logistical question: the rest of that sign would have remained to compensate for the absence of a soul. Kneeling on the ground in a dramatic, even romantic pose, he cradled you in his strong arms: you were a beautiful girl, once clean as a daisy, now eradicated from your dreams of a young dancer. Dying, not yet dead, you emitted nauseating gurgles to James Patrick March. The wide glassy eyes on the verge of rolling away like speckled marbles. - What do you say? Oh, my darling... - quickly, the blood burst into thick bubbles at the back of your throat. The long, very long neck, pale and unnaturally bent in the theatrical grip that held you in the final moments of a prematurely truncated existence. Exaggerating his concern for his umpteenth victim, James sought stimulation in the theatricality of himself. He casually dabbed the crimson streams without that gesture making any sense, the paternal expression but crossed by an unhealthy radiance that gradually became quiet again. Mixed with the strangeness of a man no longer alive but who still wore the role of the rich and bizarre owner of the Cortez. Devoured by a loop of starvation, apathy, boredom and insatiable hunger, he aimlessly fed his tapeworm. He fucked without panache, he killed without panache, impervious to the charm he aroused in women and men. Unfortunately, you were one of them. Unfortunately, your punctured stomach gushed blood in place of his cock which had never reached climax in a riot of milky drops. - Don't think about me, go. - James murmured between his exposed teeth in yet another delirium of omnipotence. Mellifluous, he bent over you like a crow; his toxic pitch irises languished, nestled in the wounds he had inflicted on you. A bouquet of atrocious tortures delighted him as your agony faded. He was intoxicated by this version of you much more than by the nudity you had timidly offered him earlier. - Go, dear. Don't worry: I have always been alone. - almost as if you were waiting for his permission, in a final gasp, you shut down. You left him again at the mercy of that solitude that he continued to choose day after day. For eternity. Rising slowly, he remembered that he didn't want to call Miss Evers; a dead erection from the start in his dress pants and the routine that forever gives him back what made him famous. James Patrick March would never stop corroding into oblivion.

[yeehawbrothers]

Seven Year Ache- 10th doctor x timelord! reader

Decided to write this using one of my favorite songs. I hope you love it as much as I do. <3 -A

You act like you were just born tonight

Face down in a memory but feeling all right

So, who does your past belong to today?

Baby, you don't say nothing when you're feeling this way.

The Doctor stood in silence once again, as he always did around this time.

It took everything in you not to walk over and beg him to tell you where his minds eye had taken him, what it was that made him so somber so suddenly.

But you knew it wasn’t your place to ask.

Sure you had known him for a few decades now, but that didn’t mean he was obliged to tell you everything.

Instead you watched as he stared downwards, mindlessly fiddling with a spinning component of the Tardis console.

You sometimes wondered if he felt like he was drowning, facedown in a memory, struggling to get out.

Still, you stood. Watching silently, until he let in a loud sigh and turned to wonder down the Tardis hallways.

Girls in the bars thinking who is this guy?

But they don't think nothing when they're telling you lies.

You look so careless when they're shooting that bull.

Don't you know heartaches are heroes when their pockets are full?

You sat at the bar, sipping an alien cocktail.

Watching across the room, you saw the Doctor, oh sweet, sweet innocent doctor, playing a game of pool with some scantily dressed alien women.

You watched as they made overly exaggerated moves to only touch the doctors chest, or his hand, or arm, or-

You watched as one women roughly tugged on his arm, causing him to miss the shot he had lined up. He turned to face her as she began to bat her eyelashes and speak softly. His eyes widened, whatever she told him must have been quite interesting. She led him to a small sofa, lightly pushing him to sit as she sat VERY, closely beside him. Her hand resting on his thigh suggestively. He, of course, noticed none of this. Too intrigued by whatever apparent lies she was feeding him.

He suddenly leant back, and laughed loudly. Placing a hand to her shoulder in a friendly manner. You felt a sting in your hearts. Why couldn’t that be you?

And everybody's talking but you don't hear a thing

You're still uptown on your downhill swing

The boulevard's empty, why don't you come around?

Baby, what is so great about sleeping downtown?

You stood dressed in pompous victorian fashioned clothing, watching the people scurry to and fro. You looked around, trying to find the doctor in the large crowd of bustling people.

Holding your drink closely, you began to push through the large obnoxious crowd looking for any sign of your Doctor. 

Across the grand ballroom, you saw him standing, talking with the heiress. One of his hands shoved in his suit pocket, seemly searching for something. You watched as he pulled out a small trinket of some sort, showing it off proudly, as the small crowd around him stood and watched in awe. You remembered when he used to be that excited to show you something, telling you to wait as he frantically searched for the item, before proudly showing it to you. Eyes full of what you thought to be love, you now considered that notion foolish.

Many hours after the party had concluded, the bad guy aliens stopped, and the band headed home, you walked out alone to the Tardis. She had parked herself by an old bookstore, a few blocks from the grand ballroom. You solemnly strolled down the empty cobblestone streets, hearing nothing other than the quiet clicking of your shoes. 

The doctor had wanted to stay to speak with a few guests, of course you had said it was fine. But now, as you walked alone, down foggy silent streets, your dress torn and in some places blood decored, you almost wished you had spoken your distain. 

You remember when he used to be so worried about you, fussing over even the smallest paper cut. Maybe it was selfish, but you just wanted to feel that love you thought you once had. 

As you approached the Tardis, your hand reaching for the door, you heard her quiet murmur of concern. 

“Don’t worry about me. I'll be okay.”

There's plenty of dives to be someone you're not

Just say you're looking for something you might have forgot

He stood by the two flight captains, his hands racing across the control keys.

You stood across the room, watching quietly as he told stories of the many ships he had piloted, and how he considered himself to be quite experienced. 

Your friend Captain Jack Harkness, walked in your direction.

Standing beside you he turned his eyes towards the doctor, before he spoke quietly.

“I know that look, what is it?” 

You shook your head, donning a small smile.

“Nothing J. Im fine.” 

He looked down, his expression going unnoticed to your distant eyes.

“Now you and I both know thats not true. You have to say something. If you don't, the issue might never be resolved.” 

You turned to look at him, only to see he was gone.

Don't bother calling to say you're leaving alone

'Cause there's a fool on every corner when you're trying to get home

You couldn’t do it anymore. You couldn’t sit and watch him laugh and talk to all those women. You knew he was just being friendly, but you thought after your conversation he’d understand.

You had taken Jack's advice, and told the Doctor how you felt. That you felt alone and neglected. He had frowned and pulled you into a hug, apologizing and wanting to make it up to you. 

He had taken you to the planet of love. 

Ironic.

You knew he meant well, and you did love the pink and purple clouds. 

Not to mention, the pink tinted rays of sun that coated the bright pastel world below.

But as you watched the women who were native to this planet, their hair flowing down past their ankles effortlessly, their dresses flowing gracefully, despite there being no wind near, and their glowing complexion and bright eyes, you felt inferior.

Sure, timelord women held a beauty of their own, but having possessed this for many years, it felt small and unimportant to these ethereal women.

Tell me you're trying to cure a seven-year ache

See what else your old heart can take.

He stood, regret cascading from him in waterfalls as he read the note you had left.

After speaking to the native women of the planet, he had the perfect first date idea, that is, if you shared his feelings.

But now, it was all deemed pointless. 

Looking down once more at the already tear stained page, he realized just how foolish he had been.

So determined he was, to be as impressive and as desirable as he could, it had only ruined it all.

You had left nothing but a note, stuck to the console with a small patch of tape.

Explaining that you just couldn’t stay. Seeing him with other women made you realize just how stupid your hope of your feelings returned were. You knew he deserved better than what you could offer, and you couldn’t bare the thought of holding him back from what he was seeking.  

He of course, knew it all was in vain. He had loved and adored you since he’d first seen you, wanting nothing more than to call you his. But his childish fear had let him lose you.

A sudden determination set across his features as he threw the paper to the ground, and began running around the console. Flipping switches and turning knobs.

He was going to get you back, and he was going to tell you everything he hadn’t before.

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I loved writing this, let me know if any of you would be interested in more 'song-fits' in the comments.

Thanks for stopping by- A.

[bekoobove]

Fazbear Fears #12: Let's Eat!

 ...Lisa finally gets the pizzeria party she’s wanted for years, and even gets to be the first to try out the establishment’s latest animatronic attraction...

 Lisa thought she was too old for Freddy’s, but she had to admit- it was a lot of fun. Besides, better late than never.

 Her birthday parties had always been kind of lame before. Breaker’s Ridge, her hometown, was hardly a children’s paradise. The only real entertainment around here was the mini golf course on the edge of town, and she’d already had two parties there. All the rest had been at her house, and that got old, quick.

 But last year, a Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria opened! Well, sort of. Her mom had pointed out some odd things about the restaurant- a different logo, no company branding- and suggested it was some sort of knock-off. That didn’t make much difference to Lisa, though. The arcade games, pizza, and animatronics were real enough. She’d heard these restaurants were basically kid paradises, and she hadn’t been proven wrong yet.

 Arcade games buzzed and flashed, occasionally spitting out tickets to the cheers of the children playing. Colorful lights swept across the audience enjoying their pizza, as they watched the animatronic performers- a bear, a bunny, and a fox- dance and sing.

 The animatronics were incredible, though they definitely looked a little weird. All of them had a dollish look about them, with exaggerated eyelashes and plastic blush that resembled nothing more than shiny pepperoni slapped on their cheeks. Still, their creepiness was dwarfed by their movements, which almost made them look alive.

 One thing did confuse Lisa, though. The advertisement for the pizzeria (oh, sorry- “Freddy’s Pizza Parlor”) featured four animatronics. The one missing from the stage was the chicken- Chica, Lisa believed, was the name of the official version.

 Lisa rounded up her friends and asked if they had seen it. Bella, Jake, Logan and Maya all confirmed they hadn’t.

 “And hey, didn’t your parents say we’d get cupcakes?” Logan complained.

 “I can resolve both of your concerns.” a man proclaimed as he approached them. He was a middle aged, tired looking fellow, wearing a name badge that identified him as Kenny McIntyre. “With the birthday package your parents got you, you get to make your own cupcakes in Chica’s Cooking Class!”

 “What’s that?” Maya asked, intrigued.

 Mr McIntyre pointed over to a door next to the stage, which was decorated with a picture of Chica in a chef hat. “It’s a new little attraction.” He explained. “Chica will guide you through decorating cupcakes.”

 Lisa marveled. “That’s really cool!”

 “Oh, yes. And when I say it’s new, I mean it- you’ll be the first customers to try it! Anyway, whenever you guys want to begin, just let me-”

 “NOW!” Jake and Logan proclaimed. While Lisa probably wouldn’t have been so blunt, she felt the same way. “Yeah, I think we can start now.” She confirmed.

 “Alright.” Mr McIntyre laughed. “You head back there, I’ll get her up and running.”

 He hesitated. “Oh, and by the way, please don’t touch her. These animatronics are kind of...sensitive. Give her space, and you should be fine.”

  Mr McIntyre wandered off towards the back, gesturing the kids towards the door one more time. The five eagerly followed his direction, and rushed inside.

 Beyond the door, there was a room resembling a kitchen. The only part of it that was real was a white, semicircular counter with five chairs, plain cupcakes and frosting pipers at each spot. The wall was painted with a cartoony diorama of a pizzeria’s kitchen. And behind the counter a plastic Chica stood, still and lifeless.

 As the kids approached, it suddenly sprang into motion, cocking its head at them expectantly as it began to speak.

 “Hello kids! My name is Chica! Which one of you is the birthday girl?” Chica chirped in an enthusiastic tone.

 “It- it’s me. I’m Lisa.” Lisa responded, a little startled..

 “Awesome, LISA. Today, we will be making Chica’s special cupcakes!”

 “Mmmm…” Jake mumbled. He was eating the frosting.

 “Let’s not waste any time and start assembling these delicious treats!” Chica exclaimed with a girlish smile.

 Within a few minutes, their work was nearly done. Lisa’s cupcake was coming together nicely, the other girls’ looked beautiful, and the guys’... well, those were probably edible. After some careful piping, Lisa’s was done and it looked alright. Logan’s frosting was watery and dripping. Jake’s cupcake was a mountain of pink.

 “Ok, kids!” Chica says with a twitch of her head. “One more thing-- decoration!”

 The guys groaned. The girls cheered. Lisa swore she had the most stereotypical friends on Earth.

 In her hand she held some bags. She laid them out on the counter.

“Um… what are they?” Lisa asked nervously.

 The bag contained eyes and teeth made of fondant. They looked a little strange, though. Someone had gone to the trouble to make tiny red markings on the eyes like veins. The teeth were even weirder- instead of just being squares of sticky sugar, they were carved like real teeth, with little bumps and sharp roots.

 “Have you never seen my friend Mr Cupcake? We’re decorating our cupcakes to look like miniature versions of him! How fun is that?!”

 “Uh, sounds great…” Lisa laughed a little nervously. Truth is, though, she was freaked out. Lisa had always been a little squeamish about teeth. Maybe she just associated them with the dentist- a place stuffed full of blinding lights and prodding tools.

 The other kids had no such qualms, and quickly completed their cupcakes. As they stuck the eyes into the frosting, the cupcakes began to look like Chica's iconic friend.

 Lisa followed their lead, before flashing a nervous glance at the teeth. Who the heck made fun cake decorations like that?

 Silently, she swept them off the counter, onto the ground. She didn’t want the others to think she was a wuss, but she sure as heck didn’t want those bone-white bits on her cupcake.

 “Alright kids! Remember, you can eat the WHOLE cupcake! Even the decorations are edible!” Chica exclaimed.

 Jake and Logan ate their cupcakes whole. Maya and Bella, a little more restrained, finished theirs off in two bites. Lisa followed, a little hesitant.

 The cupcake was delicious! Lisa laughed with relief as she gobbled the rest of it up. She’d been too paranoid.

 “Well, kids, I hope you enjoyed your cupcakes. Now, if you’d be so kind as to stick around for about ten minutes, I’ll have a special surprise for you in store!”

 Jake frowned. “That manager guy didn’t say anything about that.”

 “Why would he? That’d spoil the surprise!” Chica suddenly shut down, the light leaving her eyes.

 Bella raised an eyebrow. “Should we...wait?’

 “At least a few minutes.” Lisa suggested.

 And so they did. All stared at the dormant robot, occasionally piping more tasty frosting into their mouths. Time passed, and eventually Lisa stood up. “Eh, I’m bored. C’mon, let’s go back to the arcade.”

 The others didn’t seem so keen on the idea, though. Jake and Bella were crumpled over, clutching their stomachs, moaning. Maya and Logan didn’t look much better.

 Jake burped. “Ugh...feels like I ate a couple rocks.”

 “You guys need me to get my parents?”

 “No, no.” Maya groaned. “We’ll be fine. Just go, enjoy your birthday.”

 Unsure, Lisa agreed. “Alright...just come find me if it gets much worse.” She left Chica’s Cooking Class.

 Finding her cup of tokens, she moved to an arcade cabinet. She played the game- something about finding the bunny character’s hiding spots. To be honest, she couldn’t pay too much attention. Lisa was worried about her friends.

 GAME OVER blared from the curved screen. Lisa groaned, and snatched the paltry few tickets pouring out of the slot.

 She turned back towards the door. Y’know, it was weird…she couldn’t hear anything at all from within.

 Suddenly, she felt a gurgling in her stomach. “Crud…” she mumbled as it got worse.

 She spotted the bathroom- two doors, the boys’ marked with Freddy’s cartoon face and the girls’ with that same Chica insignia minus the chef’s hat. Lisa ran over, throwing open the entrance to the girls’. She stumbled over to a stall, positioned her mouth over the toilet, and-

 “BLEGHHHHHH!” A stream of vomit cascaded from her mouth, filling the relatively clean waters of the toilet with half-digested food.

 Panting, Lisa wiped her mouth. “Was there something wrong with those cupcakes?”

 She glared down at the mess she’d made, preparing to flush it, but something caught her eye.

 And she caught its.

 Two beady, blue eyes stared up at her- whole and undigested. They pulsated with reddish-black veins which came together behind the eye, forming a stringy optic nerve.

 Lisa gasped, horrified at the tiny whitish spheres. In a panic, she flushed the toilet, sending them spiraling down in a swirl of dirty water.

 She sighed with relief as they faded out of sight. “Where did those things come from?! I didn’t-”

 Lisa stopped dead. “Oh, no…”

 Even faster than she’d entered, she sprinted out of the bathroom. A kid walked in front of her, eating a slice of pizza, but she pushed him aside. She didn’t stop, despite his protests.

 She slammed into the Cooking Class door, pushing it open. Lisa dashed inside, hoping her worst fears weren’t to be confirmed.

 They weren’t.

 It was much worse.

 All four of her friends were splayed out on the checkered black-and-white ground, though a new color had recently been added- thick rivulets of red blood pouring out of all their stomachs, staining the floor.

 Bones and organs were exposed by the gaping holes. All of their faces were frozen, in a horrifying scream of agony.

 Lisa was silent, unable to do anything but stare at the nightmarish, gory display before her. The only thing she was able to say was, “Wh-why couldn’t I hear them? Why did no one hear them?”

 “Because, LISA, this whole room is soundproof.”

 Chica rose up from behind the counter, but she was different. Her plastic skin had been given a splattering of blood, especially her lower half. Her head had also transformed- somehow, she’d ripped out her small beak, leaving an empty black smile behind. Her eyes had gone from sky blue to pure black, dotted with pinpricks of white.

 “This was originally a repair room for us robots. The manager made it so the tools and tests couldn’t be heard in the main room. Lucky for me he didn’t take that out, right?”

 Chica’s tone was mockingly jovial and friendly. Lisa gaped, overwhelmed by rage and fear.

 “Unfortunately, not everyone could be so cooperative.” Chica shook her head as she opened her hand to reveal some fondant teeth- the ones Lisa had dropped.

 “My pretty little friends are quite useless without a good set of chompers.” Chica sighed. “Why didn’t you just put them on your cake? It would have made this whole thing a lot easier.” 

 “Friends?” Lisa stammered.

 As if on cue, her own friend’s bodies began to pulsate and shake- and with a visceral SPLURT, something small burst out of each one.

 They were horrific little abominations in the shape of the cupcakes they’d made. Their disturbing bodies were a marbled mix of chewed up cake and flesh torn from stomach linings. Their mucus-coated bodies glistened along with their humanlike, wet eyes. One clear difference between these things and the one that had been forming in Lisa’s own stomach- they had teeth. The bloodied white bones protruded from a rift right where the frosting began. They remained disturbingly human, if a bit sharper and crooked.

 None of them moved towards her, seeming content to guard their own territory. Chica gave Lisa a twisted grin. “Like them? You’re probably sad you didn’t get one of your own, but don’t worry.”

 She raised her arm, revealing a plate that held another flesh cupcake. It gnashed its awful teeth.

 “I always bake an extra!”

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 Kenny left the Secure Room, locking the door behind himself. He was glad he’d sprung for the soundproofing, as it drowned out Balloon Boy’s maddening laughter.

 He had to go in everyday, to make sure that evil robot didn’t escape. It was his least favorite part of the day, because it forced him to stare at that mechanical abomination, covered in the blood of one of his best friends.

 As Kenny returned to the main area, he pulled out the advertisement he’d printed out earlier and pondered it again.

 HAVE YOU COME ACROSS VINTAGE ANIMATRONIC AND ARCADE ATTRACTIONS? FAZBEAR ENTERTAINMENT IS WILLING TO PAY BIG FOR THEM! ALL PART OF THE REJUVENATION INITIATIVE- USING PIECES OF THE PAST TO BUILD A BETTER FUTURE!

 Kenny sighed. He’d always wanted to run an establishment like this, could he really just sell the miracle animatronics he’d simply stumbled upon? After all, Balloon Boy was the only one that was messed up, right?

 Screams sounded from near the stage, including one belonging to a young girl.

 “Oh, no…” Kenny rushed over.

 The girl- she was the birthday kid, Lisa, right?- was stumbling backwards out of Chica’s Cooking Class, trying to pry some fleshy, toothy…thing off her face, which was shrieking with delight. Kenny and the nearby customers only got a glimpse inside the door before it swung shut, but it was long enough to see the mutilated corpses of several children, and hear the now broken Chica animatronic giggling as it watched her scream.

 A man (Lisa’s father, Kenny later found out) ran for Lisa. He grabbed the monster, and pulled it off her face. It came away with a good deal of hair and skin inside its deformed mouth. He threw it to the ground, and squashed it underfoot. It became silent, and stopped moving.

 Lisa was sobbing, leaning into her dad’s embrace as blood dripped out of her wound, trying to explain. “My friends…they…they…”

 Her dad comforted her, telling her everything would be fine. He snuck a glare at Kenny, a glare that read, How could you let this happen?

 Kenny honestly didn’t know.

[transsexualhamlet]

Hi :)) for the fics ask - 💌📡🍭🎈🎀🍉🦋

OMG THATS SO MANY???? i love you anon

ask game

putting a readmore because um. so many questions

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

SHAKES AND WHIMPERS finally someone asks me about my wips............. oh dear oh dear oh dear. Trembling wet and pathetic awkwardly holds out 25 pages of handwritten Mairon apologism covered in blood sweat tears . This is one of those ones that I'm terrified I'm going to be dogpiled over in the fandom because. Silmarillion fandom. Intimidating. This is the first time I've read the book and these bitches are veritable scholars in Arda history and languages. Like they have damn phds. doctarates. I'm just like hi I think he did nothing wrong ever except for all the atrocities and the atrocities were fine because it's international womens day and hes like a woman to me.

Anyway I should. Actually explain them i just I have two things going on one of them is just. Six pages of independent ramblings written all at once fueled by "I just woke up with the sickest ass line of dialogue ever conceived and I need to bring it to justice Right Fucking Now" and the other is what will probably end up being a chapter fic with six or seven chapters though I haven't. Decided what point I'll end it at. I'm two chapters deep and I have tons of motivation rn so hopefully. Things will continue that way because god have I been known to abandon works of that length. (looks at the bond fic) (looks at osamu dazai is dead) (looks a-)

The first mentioned one is well. I think it's just such a funny quirky girl trait of his to have not only founded a human sacrifice death cult but to have gotten it sugar daddy funded by batting his eyelashes at the king of Numenor it's just. Truly wonderful situation and I feel it is not spoken of nearly enough. The basic concept of that snippet is "pov ur defeated enemy/prisoner/mistress/royal advisor's bedroom talk involves apocalyptic sermons dooming you to eternal suffering if you don't worship his dead ex".

The other one is pretty self explanatory and has probably been done a million times, just my take on the untold hashtag "Seduction of Sauron". Basically several chapters of Melkor convincing Mairon to seize the means of production this one is very well. It's not very favorable to the methods and ideas of Eru it is decidedly anti-Eru

📡why is writing and sharing your writing important for fandom?

I mean that's like, half of what fandom is. It's sharing words (both fanfic and headcanons/shitposts/analysis/incorrect quotes etc) and images (art/memes/edits/screencaps etc). We wouldn't really fandom without it.

🍭why did you start writing?

It's really just how my brain works? I can communicate so much better written than out loud. I've literally been writing since before I can remember. Both my parents are writers and my parents tell me I narrated stories out loud to myself at night before I knew how to write on paper. I just. I really liked saying things and telling stories and once I started I pretty much never stopped though of course the writing I did as a first grader was not the same kind that I do now.

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

I mean, as a fanfic writer I always try to make my writing fit the mood of its source material, so there is definitely a lot of variation between say, my lotr fics and my owari no seraph fics. But I know that I do have many qualities of my writing that are recognizable throughout pretty much everything I do. I have a rather pretentious style, and I focus significantly on body language, exaggerated emotion, flowery metaphors, and internal dialogue. But my humorous work does sound pretty different, though I mostly don't do that unless it's for a general audience who I feel insecure being flowery and sincere around.

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

Aww, ok. I mean I think the best thing about my writing is that it fits my personal tastes perfectly. I write 99 percent for myself and the other 1 percent for the six people on the internet who will froth at the mouth over it. I write mostly to articulate and cement my Strong Feelings About Concepts And Ideas and writing them helps me literally understand how I feel about things and what it really is I'm trying to get at. It's an added bonus that other people also like it :)

🍉in what ways has writing helped you process trauma and/or navigate through your own life?

I can't really say I'm a super trauma-ridden individual, though I guess I've had my moments. Mainly writing does for me what I said above. I turn to it to have peace of mind and delve into the concepts that thrill and move me. When I feel overwhelmed and empty and unsatisfied and confused I know it's because I haven't written recently. Maybe thats the autism

🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

There's always just the general anxiety that it will be seen by the general fandom as uncalled for and cringe. I'm always worried I will be seen as a Fake Intellectual for my pretentious style and often limited knowledge on the source material and I'm worried especially when I enter a new fandom that I'll just be completely off and get 80 billion things wrong. The more I interact with, know about and post for a fandom, the less anxious I get because it's been established people like it and aren't gonna kill me.

[vivienneyoungx]

"You have a long day every day." In the last few months since she had known Daphne, she loved to exaggerate her days while secretly enjoying them. That was one of the reasons why she liked her, the woman always found something to keep her mood up. Most of them involved boys, or men, whatever you choose to call them. She wouldn't have been surprised if there was at least one on her mind.

Not that Vivienne was any different. Beside her reflection and her ever consuming thoughts of Stan himself, she did have a few on her mind. Carnival always brought out the pretty ones to play. They were like her own personal flavour of cotton candy and the carnival was her arcades. What could have been better?

Her eyes followed to where Daphne was pointing, which was soon shot back at Daphne. They were easy and besides, she really wouldn't want them to touch her. Did they grow up in a farm? She would have bet they didn't even see one of her movies. Nonetheless, Viv still gave in to her friend. "You could have at least chosen someone who was sweet." Her nose scrunched up. "But if they win us something - I'll bite." The smile accompanying her words was now more of a vicious one.

Watching Daphne walk over to the boys, Viv pretended to look interested, ever so shy. A girl from Salem, just eager to win a toy. Though, really, they were Gremlins, and she was just about to become their rain. So, she made her way after the signal. "Oh, they were so mean... I just think they couldn't do it... And well... You guys really look like you could?" She batted her eyelashes at them, and yet refused to touch them. Vivienne didn't need touch to get them to do what they wanted, especially since Daphne was right by her side, too.

"Come on, boys... Be the knights for us today? We will cheer you on if you like." Taking Daphne's hand, she was already moving towards the game, while not breaking contact with the dark-haired man. The both of them, followed, of course, like puppies.

With her arms wrapped tightly around Vivienne, Daphne let out a sigh of relief. Her friend had shown up at just the right moment. After a long workday, she was ready to unwind, and there was no better way than with the company of her very best friend. "Oh, Viv… I've had the longest day." Not that it had been all bad. She had met that tall, dark stranger named Anton, who she planned to keep in mind—a 'come back and revisit at a later date' kind of reminder. Even though she wanted to believe she was ready to move on, Brian still consumed her every waking thought. She didn’t regret killing him, but there was a lingering sadness, knowing that if he had just left his wife like she had asked, she wouldn’t have had to resort to such drastic measures.

The carnival pulsed with vivacious energy, its game stalls a dazzling array of hues and melodies. "What game should we try their luck with..." she had eyes on the air pistols. It was bound to draw the men they were looking for tonight to it. Strong... egos. "Oh, look.. the two in the Red Sox caps, I bet they're just dying to make our nights by winning us one of those big fluffy gorillas."

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Daphne broke free from Vivienne's embrace, a playful smirk playing on her lips. She sauntered backward toward the stall, her gaze locked on Vivienne's before executing a precise turn, stumbling just enough to bump into one of the nearby men.

"Oh, my... heels really weren't the best choice tonight, were they?" she exclaimed, her eyes meeting his with a coy innocence. "You wouldn't happen to be able to make it up to me and maybe win me one of those big, cuddly plushies, would you?" Her hand subtly gestured for Vivienne to join in the charade. "Oh, and one for my friend too... you know, our boyfriends tried earlier, but they just couldn't seem to get the knack of it like you two seem to have gotten it."

[pervcola]

summary : eddie munson pulls a stunt flirting with billy hargrove behind school until they receive unwanted paparazzi.

prestablilished relationship. mungrove. jason carver is a dick as always. shortish flick. ending is kinda rushed. i just need them.

"not here, munson." billy spoke lowly as he continued to speed walk away from eddie, who's smile was bordering on creepy.

only 5 minutes out of class and the metalhead bee—lined it out of there to start stalking him. just 3 paces behind billy.

as people's heads turned to see the previously socially invisible freak hightailing him, billy couldn't decipher whether it was anger or embarrassment burning his cheeks red.

"behind the gym in 5?" eddie bargained, seeing as chasing around the school's lover boy was getting him a possibly worse reputation. not that it mattered to him — but to others, a certain blonde, it did.

the offer was barely heard over the pang of anxiety and murmuring buzz of the students behind him. sided with lingering exaggerated scenerois of his dad finding out he's ... well. it wasn't his fault eddie's voice set him off.

"FUCK OFF, FREAK." and if there wasn't paparazzi maybe billy would of let that moment of doubt show as eddie flinched away in shock.

but he didn't. and he lived to regretted it.

eddie mouthed out gym in 5, before giving a two finger salute and exiting stage right.

*

when billy showed up on the dot, with no ratnested locs in sight, he worried eddie might of changed his mind. worried for once he went too far and lost something that meant more than he realized.

"BOO!"

if billy was any more anxious than he were, the sight of eddie jumping out of a bush with leaves stuck to his cheek would of scared him shitless.

"that's the best you got, munson?"

"what, peaches? you want me to jump out with a hockey mask and a machete next time?"

eyes were rolled at the nickname. its origins being california peaches with still made no sense to billy. giving eddie a thorough lecture that was a georgia thing. but the name stuck.

"c'mon. fucking missed you, billy."

"missed you too." it was slow to come from his lips, but it was more sincere than the thousands of times it was said on dates prior. with girls he only intended on fucking.

eddie moved to press an arm on the wall behind billy, giving him an open cage. close proximity to pink lips. the blonde giving more thought to the area around them. a swift glance before his fist grips tattered vest to pull in for a kiss, slow and needy. pushing away a little too roughly afterwards to put space between them. just in case.

"you gonna visit my game tonight?" the question was honestly pointless. just a silence filler as eddie played with the curls spilling off his shoulder.

"love to see you shirtless 'n all, but, not my type of party, hargrove."

there was no true disappointment, billy batted his eyelashes and gave a look that showed it though.

"i could visit yours after, smoke a little."

eddie laughed at that. laughed softly and gave a lopsided smile that made billy's heart weep.

before eddie could reply however, he had been pulled from the wall and punched to the ground.

by none other than jason the jackass carver. aka billys teammate.

"this freak try anything on you, hargrove?"

billy for once, too stunned to speak. well, this wasn't a first. there were times as a kid where Niel would hit him, and he'd be too out of it to hear.

but jason isnt niel. and billy isn't the victim now. his silence, whereas niel mistook for disobedience, jason mistook for some kind of traumatic response. the way his chest heaved from the memories and the sight of eddie's glossy eyes and busted lip only supported that falsity.

"you— you stay away from him, freak. or i swear to god..."

eddie only laughed, not because his attempt at flirting was taken as some kind of armed assault, but because jason was standing like a character straight out of street fighter.

that earned him another punch.

and when his ears stopped ringing, billy had already ushered jason away from him and into the gym for practice.

billy did not come over to eddies trailer that night.

[kakiwrites]

petty arguments

Genre: crack and fluff

A kenma kozume and hajime iwaizumi x reader

Synopsis: arguments are normal in relationships. Here are some of the more petty arguments you and the boys had.

A/n: been a while since I wrote. School is still kicking my ass. I haven't had any ideas either. This took so much of my braincells to think of. Hope you guys enjoy it! Let's get started

Kenma kozume

What you argue about: video games

Okay, this one's kind of predictable.

You guys don't argue about the time he spends on his console. You already got used to his long hours anyway.

you argue about video game logic and theories.

You would watch an episode of game theory and just argue about what you think.

"Okay, monika has something up her sleeve. She was so suspicious in the first game. I don't trust her." kenma rolled his eyes at your statement.

"she had to be suspicious because she wants to catch the player's attention. She needs help. Did you even watch the episode? She's the good guy," kenma replied, replaying the episode so you could actually grasp what mat was saying.

"ugh, this game falls on complete circumstance. the girl has to touch the metal faucet to even get electrocuted. If that was me, I wouldn't even touch it." kenma ranted, watching as you watched in the corner as the current rival looked for the light switch in the bathroom only to be electrocuted when she turned the lights on.

"it's a game about yanderes, kenma. Of course, it's based on circumstance. That's literally the point of the game,"

"but for the girls to do the same thing over and over again? I thought they were different from one another."

"Why are you using a water type in an electric type gym?!" kenma yelled out as he watched you play through pokemon Y.

"I forgot to switch them out, okay!" you yelled back, trying to find a clean switch.

Don't worry, you guys know better than to take your arguments seriously. It's all fun and games after all.

Hajime iwaizumi

What you argue about: movie choices

I feel like iwaizumi would be a movie junkie.

Like he's down to watch any movie. Want to watch an action movie? He's down. A new musical in theaters? He's already got you tickets.

There was only one genre he just could not stand to watch.

Shitty rom-coms.

Not like those good, bitter-sweet ones. He means those kissing booth kind of rom-coms.

He hates how exaggerated everything is, How all of the dialogue is so cringe-worthy.

Do they really think that teens talk like that?

You know how much he hates it.

That's why every time he lets you choose your next movie, you would always choose a cringey rom-com just to spite him.

It annoys him to no end. Out of all the movies on Netflix, you choose a fucking rom-com?

"you got to be fucking kidding me," he grumbled, leaning back onto the couch in annoyance.

"what? You said it was my turn to choose," you played innocent, batting your eyelashes at him.

"I did say that but a rom-com? Seriously?"

"what? Like you have something better,"

Iwaizumi has a ton of movies that are a shit ton better than your stupid choice but he doesn't say anything else.

Because if you really want to watch it, iwaizumi wouldn't hesitate to sit there and endure it.

And that is all! Requests are open so please don't be shy to send anything in my inbox! Love you guys 💖💕

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[todoscript]

loyalty

character: todoroki shouto.

warnings: suggestive language. a woman tries coming onto your man.

author’s note: was vibing with this with my girls the other night but might as well put the vibes on here too because we know that once shouto’s in love with you, he won’t ever betray that love

todoroki shouto

to cut to the chase, the very moment he realizes other women—whether they be heroes, news reporters, office workers, fans, etc.—start flirting with him his dick just goes limp.

soft, flaccid, not even the wind can get that thing to move

these ladies could go through the most tasteless ways, vying for his attention, like revealing clothing or unnecessary touching. still, he always gives them the bare minimum interaction, not so much as sparing a glance in their direction when he knows they’re just desperate to get in his pants.

he’s incredibly blunt and cold, and definitely isn’t shy about shoving them off when they get way too close, it’s pretty damn intimidating.

after all, we know how rude he can be when his patience gets tested.

they can go all they want at wasting his time, trying so desperately to garner his favor but as soon as you walk into the room, that’s a whole other story.

to those that only know him professionally, it’s staggering how quickly he softens up and goes starry-eyed for you.

a complete 180. like is this really the same man that nearly freezes nasty villains to death?

you can practically feel the devotion and adoration lighting in his eyes, all directed toward you. it’s only a matter of time before those ladies all give up.

they end up walking out of his agency with loud contempt in their heels at their utter humiliation.

- - - - -

Her nefarious attempts at wooing Shouto so far have all been fruitless, the wispy, exaggerated tone of her voice sounding like static every time it abandons her puckered lips. Grainy, annoying white noise. Shouto grimaces when he hears it, catching onto the game she’s trying to play.

His guest—a sidekick coming in place of her boss—circles the desk in his office, where the two were reviewing a plan devised to thwart a troublesome gang of villains. For any inessential reason, she’s checking her nails and tucking away stray strands of hair as if preparing herself for an interview—making herself presentable. Her hums threaten the silence, and he has a foreboding that these plans they’re going over are in a distant corner of her mind.

Now, Shouto more than realizes he’s an exceptionally desired man. He’s had his fair share of interviews and newspaper headlines depicting him as “the hot yet cool pro dominating the hero scene”. It didn’t take long for him to acknowledge the slew of admirers that came with his reputation and good looks. Some of which he’s had the displeasure of dealing with quite often nowadays.

Shouto sighs quietly. There comes a time when these “fans” come onto him too strongly that it becomes a hassle. Especially when they cross boundaries he has so critically established.

“C’mon, Shouto,” she muses freely, and the white and red-haired hero begins regretting the fact he took his own name as his hero alias. “Going over these plans is so boring, don’t you think? Why don’t we blow this joint and say… go out for lunch together, hmm?” She hits her shot again. There’s suggestion hidden in her faux naïveté, her act inflated by her fluttering eyelashes as Shouto turns to her.

Crossing his arms, his lips set into a frown. “You’re here for work, not to hang around and act like we’re friends,” he says firmly, piling bricks and binding them together with mortar to implant a wall he prays will drive off her desperation so he can finish this meeting quickly. The sidekick, however, seems determined to tear down these barriers as if the pro has issued an unspoken challenge. Her lips smothered in gloss upturn into a smirk.

“Aw, you’re no fun,” she teases, hoisting herself onto the table next to the array of papers sprawled in front of him. She makes a point at crossing her legs, hoping he hooks onto the bait of her enticing display. To her dismay, Shouto doesn’t even blink, finding the material written on the papers more interesting.

Eyes widening, she questions the hero’s tenacity in disbelief. Her confidence stumbles amidst his lack of interest. She bites the inside of her cheek, pouting. Time for drastic measures.

Shimmying closer to Shouto, she leans forward, giving her voice a better path to intrude his ears with light whispers. “Don’t tell me you’ve been grumpy as if late because you haven’t had anyone to sleep with…” she taunts suggestively, glinting at how the hero’s muscles flex at her statement and assumes she’s finally pushed his buttons.

Oh yeah, she’s pushed some buttons alright. Little does she realize they’re all the wrong ones.

Diving brazenly into a torrent, the sidekick lifts a hand toward Shouto’s arm. “Y’know, I would gladly help you fix that if you let me—” Her words are thrown off, brought to an abrupt halt by him gripping her wrist.

The sudden tense, chilly air has the sidekick shivering at both the coldness and apprehension at what is in store for her.

“I’m sure you know by now that I’m taken,” Shouto emphasizes his words with a steely look in his mismatched eyes that nudge in the direction of your photo framed on his desk, your joyful yet spiritless expression unknowingly witnessing this woman’s acts on your man. She gulps, aware it is her own fault for choosing to ignore your picture and still have the audacity to try and have her ways with him. How despicable. Now she has to face the consequences.

Shouto cruelly shoves her hand from his grasp, his expression so sharp it almost pierces like daggers.

“So I’d appreciate it if you stopped trying to pursue a man that obviously has no interest in you before I tell your boss that their sleazy sidekick can’t stay in line and perform her duties.”

[insufferablelust]

you and spencer teasing each other all day at work to see who breaks first and it ends with you and him have some rough sexy times in an empty office 🥵 (it do be horny hours rn)

if it isn’t one of my favorite tumblr accounts ever! such an honor to write this! i changed some stuff and its super long i know:( but hopefully you’ll still like it! thank you for requesting bub! i love you! (and yes HORNY HOURS = every hour basically for me)

OKAY WARNINGS BE RESPONSIBLE : THIS IS SMUT basically just porn, Semi-Public sex, exhibitionism, degradation, Dom!Spencer, Sub!reader, Fluff!!, Unprotected sex (don’t you dare!), um what else.. uh oh! bratty!reader, vibrating panties?, and some sprinkle of curious Prentiss + Garcia duo! as always excuse my grammatical errors, thank you.

Happy Reading, please feel free to send me more requests, Smut, fluff, angst, whichever you like! ❤️

it started out silly, you and Spencer have been together for a year now, after you joined the BAU, your fascination grew quickly for the doctor, the way he talk, the way he stuck out his lip when he concentrates, the way his fingers move when he’s explaining about quantum physics, and the way his stares could easily make someone give up control easily.

And lucky you, 5 months into the job it turns out that Spencer is equally smitten when it comes to you, the way you gaze up at him shyly, the way you can go from a tiny cute kitten to a mother lion, the way you run your mouth sometimes makes him want to shut you up, preferably with his lips against yours. As if you were both have always been meant to be, he sealed the relationship and now it has been going on for about a year.

Right from the beginning of your relationship, it’s always been clear that you’re the submissive out of the two, you both switch sometimes, but most of the time he loves the thrill and feeling of taking control over you, dominate you in smallest ways possible. Like picking what you wear sometimes, braiding your hair when you go out, setting up your bed time because you won’t sleep otherwise and you both need to works. Since you live together, in this household what Spencer Reid said goes, and you’re content with that, relinquishing control after days of catching serial killers and filling out paperworks feels so good and you definitely love when he takes care of you.

But when there’re rules, there are punishments. Now you see, you can get really bratty when you want to be, sometimes it’s not even intentional, maybe you have had a bad day and been snapping at your coworkers all day, at one time even snapped at Spencer when you were on a case, of course spencer won’t let that behavior slide so right after the case, let’s just say that you limped your way to the bullpen the very next day. Yet there are also times when you just act bratty on purpose, defying him, rolling your eyes, interrupt his ramblings, even tease him under the table during dinner- now that, that is the behavior that never fails to earn you the best nights of your lives.

And its an advantage for you when he proposed the idea, right on your anniversary eve. Spencer just finished showering as he entered the bedroom to find you reading one of Rossi’s newest book, he chuckled softly as he put on his pajamas and lays down next to you that cause you to immediately put down the book cuddle close to him. You glanced towards the analog clock beside Spencer as it read 23:55 on it, “it’s 5 minutes until—“

“Our anniversary, I know baby.” He interrupts, as he wrap his arms around you and placing soft kisses all over your face. “Do you know, astronomers estimates that there are about 100 thousand stars in the Milky Way alone?” He randomly mumbled, earning himself a giggle, as you softly ran your palm up and down his cheeks, “and your point being, Dr.Reid?”

“Oh I don’t know, if god is in fact real, I’m just grateful that the universe give me the brightest most powerful star amongst all. I mean isn’t that something?” He chuckled, looking down at you- directly at your eyes.

You feel your lips wobbled as a tear threaten to slip out of your eyes, before sniffling “hey, hey baby, why are you crying? Did I said something wrong” he worriedly placed leans on his elbow, lay you down on your pillows.

“No you dumb genius, I just love you so much and I don’t know what to do with it” You pouts as you hear him laughing the infamous Spencer’s laugh before leaning down to kiss your lips hungrily, cupping your jaw, and tangle your tongues together.

Your fingers manage to grip his hair, as you pull him off, gulping down a deep breath “w-were you trying to kill me?” To which he laughed and shrug “I was just showing you what to do with it, (y/n)”

“Mmm You can definitely show me more than that... sir” and with that his whole demeanor changes, like staring into a different person, you bit your lip in anticipation, feeling his palm roams up your sides, whilst his lip graze across your skin delicately- almost like he’s taunting you. Just as he was about to kiss you, he pulled back and grin,

“Is that so, love? I have a different idea in mind though” He smiles at your agape jaw, and the curiosity that’s glimmering through those glassy eyes, Spencer is a genius— you’re always excited on what he have in store for you in that brilliant mind of yours.

“May I know what it is, Dr.Reid?” Your heart flutter as you see him smiling, meaning he’s pleased with the way you asked. “You’ve been good for me, but i hope you haven’t forget that little stunt you pulled a week ago, i certainly haven’t, sweetheart.”

Your heart dropped as your thighs clenched together, a week ago right before a case, you were bratty, teased Spencer the whole day, from rubbing him underneath the table, and even pretended that you’ve dropped your fork so you can bend down. He was planning to pull you over his lap then and there but the plan got canceled right as Garcia announced that the LAPD needs them on a double homicide case. You honestly thought he has forgotten about it, but you cursed internally as you remember that your boyfriend has an eidetic memory.

“Oh look at you, your lips goes pale then you’re visibly shuddering. What? Don’t say you’ve forgotten about it”

“N-no sir! Its just that... I, are you going to punish me?”

“No, at least not until tomorrow night. How about, we play a little game?” He suggested, as he brush his thumb on your lower lip, and you suckle on it as a sign of agreement.

“Tomorrow, unless a case comes up, we’re both allowed to tease each other starting from the moment we wake up until we comes home from work. Whoever break first, looses and have to do everything the other person asks for the night plus the whole next day.”

If your panties wasn’t soaked already, it definitely is now. You shudder and nod in response, sucking his thumb contently before popping them out of your mouth “yes please sir, I would like that.”

“Good girl, now lay back and let’s savor tonight before we torture each other tomorrow.”

And at that, your anniversary night was perfect.

————— next morning

The first thing on your mind today is that it’s going to be sucks, waking up to your boyfriend nibbling the reminiscent of the last night’s marks on your neck is certainly not the way to go for you— not if you want to win this.

So like a good girl that you are, you push Spencer lightly so he’s laying on his back and straddle his hips, an innocent smile displayed on your face as you lightly grind your hips down— feeling him harden underneath you.

“Y/n, it’s not fair” the way his morning voice sounds makes you clench at nothing, fluttering your eyes shut before letting out an over exaggerated whimper “but you never said there are any rule but to have an actual sex and we aren’t having sex right now, aren’t we sir?” You batted your eyelash at him as you lick your lips slowly.

Spencer grunts, before gripping your hips and threw you onto the bed— his hand immediately settled itself on your neck, fingers right on top of your pulse pressing down. “Fine, kitten. You wanna play that way? we’ll play that way, but just know that i will always win so be ready to get ruined tonight” your parted your lips due to the lack of oxygen, letting out a bratty remark “Talk is c-cheap, sir”

Spencer’s eyes fluttered shut as he try to compose himself, but then he realized how you’re playing the game— he’s damn good at his job after all. So when you thought he was loosing it, he kept his calm and get off of you, before pressing a soft kiss on your cheeks.

“Happy anniversary baby, I love you. Let’s get ready for work okay?” and at that he’s walking to the shower, leaving you breathless and confused. Your hand itching to slip itself between your thighs, god you are soaking.

————

After an excruciatingly long shower and breakfast, you headed upstairs to change your clothes. As you were about to open your closet, Spencer calls you from the bedroom.

“Y/n, i want you to wear this today.”

You stepped into the bedroom as you see the outfit he laid on the bed, casual work outfit, a blouse, coat, and dress skirt— but what you see next is what makes your jaw dropped. The damn panties. For your 6 month anniversary, Spencer got you two sets of vibrating panties, the one he can actually control with his cellphone, now you’ve wore it dozens of times but never on the job, and definitely not when you’re in some type of game like this.

“Spencer that’s not fair!” You whined loudly and cross your arms in front of your chest, knowing damn well that if you wear the panties, you’ll lose immediately.

“But just like you said, No rules right? so as far as i’m concerned you’ll still obey every command i give you unless you safe word, isn’t that right baby?” Oh the bastard is definitely smug now,

“y-yes! but—“

“ah ah rules are rules princess, so unless you say the word, put on the damn panties and address me properly, it’s doctor or sir.” You’re definitely loosing but you damn will go down fighting.

————

Your team definitely realized that something is up between you and spencer, it’s 10 now and you’ve both been on your phones all day, Emily even noticed how you kept bang your knee against the desk today, which earned her a smile from you and a whisper of “oh just nervous tics” If only she knows how cruel these stupid panties are, you thought.

Spencer may have the upper hand but you certainly doesn’t make it easy for him either, every so often you will pass by his desk, and pretend to bend over to pick something you ‘accidentally dropped’ or rubbing his bulge underneath the table as you went to a nearby cafe for lunch with Morgan and Prentiss. and you can’t forget how flushed he becomes when you call him ‘Dr.Reid’ almost every time you talk to him. At one point you got him so good that he’s this close to pinning you on the nearest wall and just have his way with you. But Spencer is not one to lose, and you knows that better than anyone.

As the night comes, you and Spencer are right on the edge— just wanting to literally tear each other’s clothes off. Most of the people are already gone, That being JJ who left early because Henry is sick, Hotch and Rossi were on a meeting downstairs and Morgan got a date. Lastly, Penelope and Emily is picking up a classified unsolved murder case file from the police department, which meant you and spencer has approximately an hour before Hotch and Rossi finishes their meetings or Penelope and Emily went back.

Of course, Spencer caught on that too, that’s why you’re struggling to not moan due to the immense pleasure you’re feeling between your thighs, all day today he never set the settings to the highest level because he may be cruel but he knows your limit— but now, now is the perfect time to win.

Your legs starts to shake feeling yourself getting so close that you know you can’t take it anymore. Shakily reaching your phone, you typed in a message quickly,

“You win. The empty office near storage, now” you typed in quickly, dragging yourself to the office near Garcia’s den and leaning against the desk, muttering curses of swear words.

“Normally i would be mad at you for demanding that way but seeing how needy you seemed, i decided to be nice and let that slide” You turned around before hurriedly locking the door behind him, reached down to grab his phone and turn off the vibration— steadying your breathing as you lean against his chest.

“you a-are mean” you blurted out, gnawing your teeth at the base of his collar, fingers clawing at his dress shirt as you greedily rub your nipples against his front— god you’ll do absolutely anything for this man.

“Oh you thought that was mean? I’ll give you mean, you little slut” He whispered and laughed deeply beside your ear— earning himself a moan from you.

Your eyes widen as he effortlessly carried you to the center of the room where the desk sat, and place you down on the edge of it, His fingers skillfully taking your blouse off as his lips are against yours in a bruising kiss.

He trailed his kisses downwards, biting and licking the pulse point on your neck as his hand brush so delicately against your clothed panties— you moaned out loudly as you buck your hips and grip his hair. Spencer looks up at you before shaking his head disappointedly, taking off his belt, tying your hands on your back, and shove his tie onto your mouth to keep you quiet.

“Now there you go, my helpless baby. Just enjoy this and don’t make a sound” He whispered before bending down to take your panties off, sliding them down your legs and bunch your skirt up around your waist before taking his own pants off and grip the base of his cock,

“Ready sweetheart?” He breathlessly asked, laughing when he pretend to be shocked when you can’t answer, shakes his head before pushing himself into you slowly— “oh fuck, so tight— and warm” he grunts against your neck.

Your head thrown back as you feel him start to move, your muffled moans could be heard as you feel the intense pleasure from the way his cock brushes against your sweet spot everytime he thrusts into you, pulling his tie from your mouth.

“Thats it baby, keep quiet alright? we don’t want anyone to find out how needy and messy you are. So good for me, my good girl” He praised and praised, which makes you mewl, trying to suppress it as best as you could. “Oh! ah ah! Sir please!” You aren’t even sure what is it you’re begging anymore, you just need him to keep fucking you and make you cum.

“please what? hm? please what sweet girl?” His breathing is heavy as he pounds his cock with a brutal pace, feeling himself getting close, as your walls clenched around him “Such a tight cunt.” He groaned. “Please— m-may i cum? please sir! i’ve been good” you gripped the sides of his belt as you feel your high right on the teetering edge, letting out a loud scream as soon as he said,

“Cum, Now. Do it for me, cum baby— fuck that’s it, good girl” every praises spill out of his lips as he keeps on pounding you, before letting himself release inside you, making you whine in sensitivity and the filling of being full- full of him. After cleaning yourself up, you checked the clock, that shows you’ve been there for an hour and few minutes, sighing as you tried to stand up

“I love you, Spencer Reid” Your legs wobble when youre about to fall, Spencer immediately catch you and steady you up on your feet, slightly chuckling “I love you too baby, happy anniversary”. After few more kisses and some steadying, you walked out of the empty office back to your desks in the bullpen, smiling to yourself as you look around to find that no one’s there.

Except, you never bothered to look in the right direction— garcia thought as she tried to erase the memory of seeing the team’s two babies fucking like animals. Oh well thank god it wasn’t Morgan.

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[butgilinsky]

coming home // np

warning; tooth rotting fluff. not proofread but what’s new

summary; three times nolan comes home to you and the one time you can’t wait

word count; 3.3k+

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one

roadies were always hard, no matter how long they lasted or how many you had to go through during the duration of your relationship. you should’ve been used to it by now, having upwards of three years under your belt at this point. 

despite becoming accustomed to going weeks at a time without seeing him, it never got easier. every game that required anything more than the short drive over to the wells fargo stadium was a disappointment for the two of you. 

despite not being the most public of relationships, the two of you were inseparable. it had been that way for as long as you could remember and no nhl team was going to change that. 

you were happy to move out to philadelphia after nolan got drafted. you hadn’t even hesitated. you knew that there were chances for him to end up at multiple places across two separate countries, but you weren’t worried about it. you were ready to go wherever he would’ve ended up, and he knew that just as much as you did. 

the apartment felt empty when he was gone, especially for a week or two and you had no one to come home to, nor anyone to wait for on the couch. you had gotten used to seeing nolan once you got home from work, or waiting for him to get home after a long day at practice. you hated the days that the apartment fell quiet, the only sound coming from the tv and your feet shuffling from the couch to your bed. 

thankfully, you only had to wait a few days this time around. the boys were in boston, only playing one game before coming back to their home arena to play the next game in the series. this went over well with you, given that you only had to spend two nights away from nolan. 

it was still pretty early in the evening when you started making food, not entirely sure when nolan was supposed to be home but starting dinner anyway. you had been home for almost two hours by the time you started, not getting very far into the process when the front door swung open. 

you turned over your shoulder, a bright smile on your face as you laid the knife in your hand flat onto the cutting board and turned around to completely face him. he smiled at the sight of you, letting out a heavy sigh when he dropped his bag by the door and wrapped his arms around you. 

he dug his face into your neck, practically melting into your embrace as exhausting rolled over him in waves. he was in the middle of a busy season, and coming home to you was something he looked forward to almost more than anything else. 

“missed you.” it was mumbled into your skin, though you didn’t expect much else from the boy in your arms. you loved him to pieces but even you couldn’t decipher the mumbling at times. 

“i missed you too, baby.” you kissed his cheek, watching the red tint that he hated spread across his cheeks. 

“what are you making?” he lifted his head to scan the kitchen, trying to figure out what dinner would be just from the utensils you had out. 

“pasta.” you shrugged, the entire thought of food completely shoved to the back of your mind as you looked up at the boy who had gotten home only moments prior. 

“want any help?” you smiled, a warmth spreading through your chest as you nodded gently. 

the two of you finished dinner with ease, talking about nolan’s short roadie and what you did while he was away. 

two

the entire week had been hell. you were slammed at work every single day that nolan was gone, and today was no different. you had lost track of how long he’d been gone, stuck between thinking it had been an entire month or only two days.

in all actuality, it had been almost two weeks. usually, you went out with friends to distract you from long roadies like this. sometimes you’d ask the girls to come to your apartment, opting for a wine and movie night, other nights you’d go out to whoever’s bar of choice and just try to distract yourself from the almost vacant space back home. 

this time, though, there was no time for you to do that. you had been drowning in projects back at the office, and though you loved your job and the people that you worked with, it didn’t make it any less stressful. it felt like you were hitting deadline after deadline lately, and all you wanted to do was sleep for the remainder of the time that nolan was on the road. 

you had posted yourself in front of the tv, spread out across the couch with a glass of wine that you had barely taken three sips from before you fell asleep. the tv was still on, ending up on a show that nolan hadn’t recognized once he walked through the door.

he knew you had been busy, so he wasn’t surprised by the sight in front of him. it was earlier than you’d normally go to sleep, but with the last few weeks the two of you had, he figured it wasn’t a bad idea to give yourselves a night of doing absolutely nothing. if you wanted to sleep through it, he was going to let you. 

he dropped his things and kicked his shoes off by the door before he had caught sight of you, wine glass still sitting on the coffee table mere feet from you and tv still playing the program that came on after the movie you’d originally chosen. 

after moving your wine glass and turning off the tv, nolan threaded one of his arms underneath your knee and the other around your back before lifting you into his arms. 

you stirred, being a light sleeper not boding well for you in a time like this. your arms wrapped around his neck instinctively just before you opened your eyes, immediately squinting from the intrusion of light that came through your eyelashes. 

“nol?” he hummed in response, telling you to just go back to sleep and he’d talk to you in the morning. “what time is it? when did you get home?”

“just now.” he laughed gently as he kicked your bedroom door open and set you gently on your side of the bed. 

“wait.” you reached for his arm before he could get too far away, gripping onto his bicep gently. “my wine.”

“i put it in the fridge. it’ll be waiting for you tomorrow night, baby.” you hummed and nodded, allowing yourself to relax back into place as nolan got ready for bed. 

when he slipped into the spot beside you moments later, he brought you close to him, smiling when you leaned into his side. 

“i love you.” your voice was groggy, slightly mumbled and raspy, which made him laugh. he was usually the mumbling one, and here you were, talking through your battle against sleep. 

“i love you too, sleeping beauty.” he kissed the top of your head just before you surrendered yourself to sleep. 

three

it’s not how long he was gone, but the fact that he had to leave just two weeks before your anniversary. the two of you had managed to spend your first three together, and neither of you planned on skipping the fourth one. 

you had known each other a lot longer than the span of your relationship, but that didn’t make the day any less special to the two of you. you had offered to make the trip out to the games, but the last stop of the roadie was pittsburgh, and nolan assured you that he was going to do everything he had to do in order to be home in time. 

to say that you were excited when you woke up to a text telling you that he’d be home before noon propelled you out of bed. it almost felt surreal. he was going to be home an entire day before your anniversary, which meant you wouldn’t have to wake up or fall asleep in an empty bed.

after getting ready and receiving multiple texts from travis telling you that nolan was being absolutely insufferable, you made the trip to the airport, waiting patiently for your boyfriend’s plane to land. 

there were only a few other people in the small lot you had to wait in. most of the boys drove themselves, not wanting to burden their families with going back and forth to the airport at odd hours of the day, but you didn’t mind. 

you just wanted to see nolan. 

you would’ve been able to spot him from miles away. besides his coat being a dead giveaway, you watched travis sport a wide grin and hold his arms out to his sides at the sight of you. nolan shoved him playfully, surely mumbling something about his best friend being far more annoying than he ever was. 

you couldn’t stop the smile from taking up half of your face when he finally reached you, wrapping you in a tight hug that constricted your breathing, though you couldn’t seem to care. 

"hi baby.” you sighed out at the sound of his voice, relaxing into his hold but still holding onto him tightly.

“hi.” you hummed in return, finally releasing him and laughing when travis held his arms out for a hug. 

“thank god you’re here. he hasn’t shut up the entire morning.” travis exaggerated, though you weren’t surprised, and you laughed. 

“seems like the tables have turned, eh?” you watched nolan roll his eyes despite the smile inching up his lips while travis laughed and pulled back from you. “do you need a ride?” 

travis shook his head, thanking you for the offer before muttering something about nolan threatening him back on the plane. travis knew just as much as anyone else what tomorrow was, and he wasn’t going to prolong the reunion the two of you were looking forward to. 

after waving to travis, along with a few others, you slipped into the car, watching nolan reach for the aux on impulse. you smiled to yourself, never being able to wrap your head around the fact that every time he came home you fell into the same routine with ease. 

no time away from one another was ever enough to cause unnecessary tension between the two of you. no, it wasn’t always easy by any means, but the two of you knew this system all too well by now. through nolan’s time playing hockey growing up, to when he moved to brandon to play in the whl, and now even in the nhl, the two of you stuck together. 

he caught you smiling, a slightly dazed look in your eyes as you watched the road. 

“why are you smiling like that?” you glanced at him, letting out a soft sigh when his hand landed on your thigh, his thumb moving back and forth instinctively. 

“i don’t think i’ll ever get used to the feeling i get when you come home.” your voice was hushed, barely enough to reach his ears over the soft lull of music filling the car. but he heard it. he heard every word. 

“i don’t think i’ll ever get used to the feeling i get when i come home to you.” your right hand dropped from the steering wheel, landing on his enough to wrap them around one another. 

“i love you, nol.” 

“i love you too, baby.”

one

landing in dallas felt slightly surreal. you had to navigate most of it on your own, given that the only person you thought of asking to direct you were nolan and travis. given that nolan didn’t know you were even in dallas and travis was attached at his hip at all times, it made it slightly difficult for you to ask either of them for help. 

you did a decent job at finding your way around, not having much time before the game started anyways. the entire trip had been rush planned between you and travis, and you were both dealing with outside situations at the same time as trying to plan an impulsive trip across the country that was also supposed to remain top secret. 

a few of the other guys knew you were coming, given travis’s lack of ability to organize everything on his own while also trying to shield it from nolan. being that the two of them were always together, and travis wasn’t the best at planning things or keeping secrets, it was all a bit of a shit show. 

you had lost track of how long the boys had been on the road. all you knew was that you were here tonight, and you’d be able to see him. even if you weren’t able to stay for long, even if the next few hours were going to be spent in a packed stadium you were unfamiliar with. it didn’t matter, because you’d see nolan soon enough. 

you had answered travis the third time he called you, telling him to calm down and that you were safe and sound at your hotel. you were going to make it, even if you didn’t have time to see nolan before the game. 

it was a good game for nolan. three points, two goals. one scored in the first period and the other being the one that gave them the lead with only two minutes of game left. it had you out of your seat, screaming at the top of your lungs with the rest of the flyers fans around you. 

when the last buzzer sounded through the stadium, you practically sprinted out of your seat. you followed the directions that travis had texted to you, though they weren’t the best directions he could’ve given, you appreciated everything he had done for you in the past couple of days. 

it had been his idea to fly you out to dallas, and he made sure to put together everything for you. all you had to do was clear your schedule and show up to your flight and the game. all things you could do with ease. 

when he finally found you, after searching through various hallways for somewhere around ten minutes after he had showered and changed, you saw him sight out in relief. 

“i thought i was never going to find you.” he said once he reached you. 

you laughed, wrapping him in a tight hug while thanking him repeatedly for the entire thing. you laughed again when he told you it was nothing, claiming that you made nolan much more bearable if anything. 

nolan made his media rounds. given the game he had, he knew it was inevitable. he was still on his high from the game, adrenaline still pumping through his veins and heart thudding in his chest. he answered questions with ease, thankful that he had time to shower and change before this entire process began. 

nolan wasn’t a big pda guy. the two of you kept most of that to yourselves, not doing much more than holding hands outside of the confines of your apartment. you didn’t mind it, liking the fact that your relationship wasn’t completely drawn out for everyone to see. however, there were times where nolan’s emotions built up high enough to surpass his privacy preferences. 

he had been pulled out of his line of focus at the sound of your laugh, but he quickly shoved it to the back of his mind when he figured he was hearing things. he shook the thought from his head, telling himself to get back into the mindset of the media he was in the middle of. 

he was asked another question, the answer sitting on the tip of his tongue just as you rounded the corner with travis. the black jersey sitting on your shoulders was a stark difference from the slew of green ones he had seen throughout the night, and it tore his focus away from the interview completely. 

“no fucking way.” he muttered softly, his eyes locking with your own as a smile spread across your lips, your conversation with travis completely forgotten about. 

he excused himself from the people surrounding him, leaving them with the softest and quickest apology he could manage before making the short distance over to you. 

his momentum lifted you off of he ground, arms wrapped around you tightly as you quickly locked your ankles behind his back. you squealed softly at the impact, laughing when your back hit the nearest wall. nolan squeezed you as if his life depended on it, not being able to grasp the fact that you were actually here, right now, in front of him. 

“hey superstar.” you whispered softly, running your hand through his wet hair on instinct. 

“what the fuck are you doing here?” you laughed, pulling his head out of your neck gently. 

you held his head in your hands, fingers splayed across his cheeks as you looked directly into his eyes, bright smiles mirroring one another. the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. you made the right decision flying down to dallas. 

“i couldn’t wait.” you shook your head gently, watching his lips turn up even further, something you thought was impossible at this point. 

“i love you so much. i don’t think you’ll ever understand.” you shook your head gently before leaning your forehead against his. 

“i understand.” you whispered softly, allowing your eyes to fall shut. “i love you more than anything, nol.” 

he closed the gap between the two of you, leaning up the slightest bit in order to connect your lips. it was firm, and it was filled with passion that you had been stripped of for weeks. you hadn’t been able to see him, hold him, kiss him and tell him everything he means to you for weeks. 

you hated roadies. 

he pulled back only when he had to, both of you drained of any breath you previously had as you kissed the other like your life depended on it. 

“how?” your eyes shifted to travis, who stood off to the side with a warm smile playing at his lips. 

he knew how much nolan loved you. he was the one that had to hear about it when you two were separated. though he joked about it being annoying, he couldn’t complain since nolan offered him time to do the same. no matter how much he’d chirp nolan for being wrapped completely around your finger, he found it unbelievably endearing every time nolan spoke about you. 

“tk.” nolan turned over his shoulder, hands moving to support your thighs as he made eye contact with his best friend. 

travis nodded and held out a hand, telling nolan that a thanks wasn’t necessary. he knew nolan would’ve done the same for him, and that’s all he needed. he was happy to see nolan so happy, he didn’t need recognition for being behind it. 

the boy shared a nod before travis made his way back towards the locker room, offering to round up his and nolan’s things so the two of you could have another minute before you’d have to leave the stadium and figure out what you were doing for the rest of the night. 

“i can’t believe you’re here.” you looked back at the blue eyes that never failed to fill you with every emotion you’d ever felt. 

“you can pinch yourself later.” he let out a soft laugh at that, allowing you to jump back onto your own feet but not letting you move from his grasp just yet. 

“what am i supposed to do until then?” he quirked an eyebrow up, watching you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“you could start by kissing me again.” you poked his chest lightly, smiling widely at the sound of a genuine laugh falling from his lips. 

“i can manage that.”

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 10

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV. Mild smut in this chapter.

Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Tony fluff, Tony snark, Tony sass and Tony smut (finally!). My & reader's brain be like: tony tony tony tony. A request for my readers: do I write a believeable tony? Is he in character, more or less?

My beta @miscmarvelwritings - she's not into Tony but even then, she was finally excited about them finally getting down & dirty. The patience of this woman...

"Tony, could I borrow, like, a hoodie or something?"

He eyed my attire critically for a moment, seemingly coming to the same conclusion I did minutes earlier, and made a beeline for the couch in the back of the lab. Picking up and examining a black mass of fabric, deeming it satisfactory, he tossed it to me. "It's clean enough, I guess."

The thin straps of my mesh top rubbed against a lot of tender skin, leaving pink lines in the wake of it. A sigh of relief escaped me involuntarily when I removed it -

"Woah, woah," Tony squeaked, covering his eyes with an exaggerated gesture. "Warn a man!"

I honestly didn't see what the big deal was. "Tony, chill. I'm pretty sure you've seen it all and then some." I snorted, stretching briefly, shrugging on the slightly oversized hoodie. It smelled like the lab - like Tony, too, but mostly like motor oil and iron. Beggars can't be choosers, however - I had already devised and executed the plan that will let me keep the hoodie.

"When you put it that way..." He smirked, briefly returning to his usual self and giving me a salacious eyebrow wiggle.

I laughed in response, wiggling my hips, feeling the hem of my skirt swish against my thighs. I considered removing the fishnet tights, too, but a brief look in the reflective wall divide between Tony's and Bruce's labs got me pulling out my phone to take two dozen selfies. I looked great with Tony's clothes on.

The engineer chuckled at my antics, coming up behind me as I sat on the floor with my knee raised, chin resting on it. The amber liquid sloshed over the top of his glass, dripping down his fingers. He sat behind me.

"Weller Full Bourbon?" I asked, bringing my nose closer to his fingers to get a good whiff. The distinctive vanilla notes in his whiskey were unmistakable. "Good choice," I made a serious face. "Fancy."

"I can afford it, darling," He snarked back, devoid of malice.

He was so close. And so warm. And I needed a new screensaver. Shuffling back, I reclined against Tony's chest, carefully wedging my head in the crook of his neck.

God help me.

I felt his breath hitch. The dark, magnetic pools of his eyes stared at me from our combined reflection. Tony's eyes were the most expressive, he could fake a smile, he could charm the press and countless investors, but his eyes only spoke the truth. Always. I loved working with Tony because his gaze would light up. It was akin to seeing a little kid on Christmas.

A muscular arm snaked around my waist, pressing my back to his chest. The metal of his arc reactor jabbed uncomfortably between my shoulder blades but there was nowhere else I'd rather be.

"You're filming, Princess," He interrupted my Moment.

"Sure," I answered, not caring. There could be another alien invasion happening and I wasn't able to give a damn.

I felt the vibrant chuckle more than heard; Tony snatched the phone out of my hand without permission. I noticed the furrowed brow when he opened my Instagram and saw the unmistakable evidence of my frequent partying, yet he didn't comment on it.

"Tony, the press is going to go nuts," I raised my eyebrows, seeing what he was planning to do.

"They've seen me doing worse things," He scoffed. And took a photo of us ‘just chilling’ in his lab, hugging. He picked out a filter and everything., and then posted it.

"First of all, I am pretty awesome to be 'doing', I've had only good feedback," I scoffed at his dismissive attitude, using my free hand to make quote marks. Then I turned my head to stare him square in the face. "Steve's going to be pissed and Ms. Potts is going to call to yell at you." I punctuated the statements with a raised eyebrow.

There was really no innocent way the press could represent the photo that he posted. I didn't care for it, my parents wouldn't give a damn (my father probably would encourage it, the free publicity and all). Tony himself didn't seem like the kind of man to care much about some gossip articles, if anything, he enjoyed provoking them into a frenzy. Or at least, he used to.

"I'll put them both on hold. I like to watch the line blink," Tony winked, smirking. "I've been told the press expects me to have a midlife crisis since my last breakup," Eyes darkening, the man swiftly finished off his drink.

Midlife crisis seemed such a bitter way of putting it. Considering my own preferences in romantic partners, I couldn't help but feel offended at the way people offhandedly dished out labels - "midlife crisis", "daddy issues" and so on and so forth. The briefest part of me traveled back to Mr. Davies' living room where - no, I am not going there.

"Huh," I said, coming to a conclusion. A sad one at that.

"Don't take this the wrong way, Princess, but you don't seem like the kind of girl who thinks about pesky things like reputation or consequences," Tony mused idly, coming to a conclusion of his own.

"Nope, I don't give a fuck," I agreed with his opinion wholeheartedly. "If I would have a publicist, they would quit on the second day."

"I pay mine, uh, twice the average amount and they still quit. We're doomed, baby," Tony's gleeful face was mere inches away from my own, whiskey-tipsy and glowing.

I snorted, sliding lower to further burrow into his arms. Tony's sudden touchy-feely mode wasn't lost on me. My own touch starvation overrode any common sense that I had left. The totally-PG (well, not quite) embrace, one armed hug brought me more satisfaction than any of my sexual partners had ever achieved to give me.

"Why are there so many messages from Banner? Are you staging a world domination plan and forgot to include me? I'm hurt!" Tony exclaimed suddenly, a whiny tone to his voice.

"Thor's space yeasts have corrupted our minds with their spores. Soon all will become... Mushroom!" I deepened my voice for the dramatic effect, flailing my arms on the last word for the extra flair.

The man wiped a fake tear from the corner of his eye; his eyes were sparkling, laughing even. "I'm evicting Thor and his supremely selfish yeast. How dare it ignore me."

"I vouched for you, I really did," I kept up the silly game. "But alas, the yeasts deemed you too... Boomer," The pride in my voice could barely hold back the laughter threatening to spill.

"Did you just..?" Tony gaped. "Did you just call me old?!"

I attempted to get away, shrieking when the tips of Tony's fingers squirmed along my midsection. "It was the yeast! IT WAS THE YEAST!" My resistance proved to be futile. The engineer had mass and strength on his side, years of piloting and maneuvering the Iron Man suits showing just how quick and nimble he could be when the situation demanded it.

"Take that from an old man!" He exclaimed triumphantly, using his arm to hold down both of my hands from grasping at him. One of his legs held down my own; we were a squirming, writhing mass of limbs in the heat of a tickle fight.

The cocaine in my blood, the mild buzz from being drunk on Tony - my body reacted to the close proximity of the man who occupied my fantasies. I was blushing, breathing heavily, and it wasn't just from the exertion. It should have affected me less, but I struggled to keep my eyes from Tony's face; his own flush, the moist part of his lips.

I wondered how a deer in the headlights felt. Was it hot, like it's body was suddenly alight, or was it cold, liquid nitrogen freezing in its veins?

"Fuck," I mumbled half-coherently.

"What was that?" He arched an eyebrow, clever eyes carefully watching my own.

"I'm in trouble," I chuckled weakly, looking away, pretending to struggle against his arms.

"You're trouble," He announced, grinning. His fingertips slowed, skimming gently along my sides now.

I retaliated with a tentative brush of my foot along the softness of his jean-covered inner thigh. It was euphoric, seeing Tony shudder, the thick eyelashes fluttering for the briefest part of a second.

"We should stop," He whispered suddenly, making a move to disentangle us both. Mixed signals, we've got em, ladies and gentlemen.

"Why?" I was tired of this dance. It was fun but painful. My firm decision of the past still stood: I won't be the lovesick fangirl, I won't be another notch in his bedpost. The resolve was crumbling but it was still there, to some point.

"You're not sober, this is wrong," He mumbled. "I'm more than twice your age, Princess."

That ship had sailed, Tony. If only you knew... "Do you seriously expect me, out of all people, to find common ground with someone my age? Someone like Peter? Jeez," I tried to be amused. If it came out more pleading, I pretended to not notice it. It was the moment of truth. It needed to be said. "I'm FUBAR, Tony. I'm lucky if anyone at all will want to put up with me, much less someone I can stand. I'm spoiled, I'm selfish, and annoying. I know that. I just thought we were friends and you'd be...kinder about it." My mumbling was met with a somewhat perplexed stare.

"I..." His eyebrows threatened to have a close encounter with his hairline. "What the fuck? Are you dead set on giving me a stroke today? I have a heart condition," He yanked me back towards his chest, unceremonious and indignant. "You can be so smart yet so stupid. Gosh, where is the world rolling, I'm quoting Pepper now." He seemed to be muttering to himself.

"Pot, kettle." I didn't resist the urge to snark.

"Right," Tony rolled his eyes. "You're beautiful and all that jazz. You deserve much more than this." Uncharacteristically sad, he pointed to himself, again. "I'm an old man with more issues than Playboy magazine."

"And I'm an angsty teenager with daddy issues, we're a match made in heaven."

"Hell," Tony was eyeing our combined reflection with a sort of petulance. It was hard keeping track of his microexpressions; his eyes and face held fleeting, half-finished thoughts, just like when he was creating, inventing something new.

"Works for me. Lucifer's hot," I answered with my brain on autopilot. He caught my eyes in the shiny glass, trapping me in his calculative gaze.

"The Netflix one or the Supernatural one?" Tony asked, equally absent from the conversation. Neither of us were able to break eye contact, breathing laboured and hearts thudding in our chests. I felt Tony's pulse fluttering under my palm where I'd rested it on his wrist.

The organ that dutifully pumped blood through my own veins and kept me alive threatened to escape my body, jump out of my chest, make its way out my mouth. Tony's unblinking stare penetrated my skin, seeped into the hollow behind my eyelids, ignited a flame within me and froze my thoughts.

"The one with the detective kink," I answered breathily. "I have an affinity for brown-eyed, narcissistic, sarcastic men with self-destructive tendencies," The last part of my sentence was swallowed by Tony's lips.

My brain shorted out, just like that. Bourbon on his breath and a new dose of snark on his tongue, he licked into my mouth with the grace and finesse of years of experience. It was sudden, it was rough, it was fantastic. His beard left marks on my face and I craved the burn of it.

"Fuck," I moaned when we were forced to surface for oxygen. My hips had moved, pressed against his own, prominent arousal digging into the small of my back. Tony had me moaning and grinding into it in mere seconds.

A hand rested on my face with surprising tenderness, turning my face to look at my own reflection. My hair was a mess, lips puffy - Tony wasn't looking any better, hunger and lust in plain view. It was a good look on him.

"Watch," His breath ghosted over the shell of my ear, lips traveling to the nape of my neck to attach themselves to the very sensitive flesh of that area.

I obeyed, gazing at the scene with lidded eyes. Keeping them open was a struggle. My body was flooded with sensation, riding the waves of pleasure like a rollercoaster. I wanted to please him, needed to obey him, to feel him.

My thighs quivered at Tony's touch. There was no warning, no preamble as he wedged a firm hand, separating them quickly to follow the heat. His biceps flexed deliciously. Under my skirt, through the fishnets and the tiny, lacy panties I wore.

"Fucking shit," The man moaned loudly, finding me, predictably, soaking wet. It was one hot, sticky mess between my legs.

The keen that left my mouth might've been embarrassing, yet it only spurred Tony on. Gently parting my lower lips, he gathered the moisture, suddenly withdrawing from me. My confusion met his amusement in the mirror as he stuck the two fingers in his mouth, moaning obscenely and loudly at the taste.

The corners of my mouth lifted, happy. "To-ony," I whined, my pussy aching for more. Now that I had felt the relief and pleasure of his touch, I didn't want it to end.

"Princess," He replied, seriously and sternly. I shuddered at the scratchiness of his voice. The hand that I was missing returned, stroking over the outside of my pussy with broad, soft motions. I arched, presented myself into the touch. "So eager," Tony mumbled into my shoulder, catching a bit of my skin between his teeth.

His fingers dipped deeper, delving in between the puffy, engorged flesh and stroking once, twice, before finding my clit. The pads of Tony's fingers were rough, hardened by manual work and hours spent in front of his inventions, making, tinkering, creating. The friction was perfect. I followed each stroke with a fluid motion of my hips.

"Tony, fuck," I slurred my approval, needing him to know how amazing he made me feel. Tony's form pressed closer, both of us melting, molding into each other.

"Baby girl, what do you need?" His raspy voice tickled my neck. I was sure there would be an array of marks decorating me come morning and absolutely loved the thought. I belonged to Tony Stark, in body and heart and mind and soul.

"I want to cum," I had no shame left. "I want to feel you."

He groaned, rutting into me. A squeak was all I managed to emit as two thick fingers plunged inside of me with a wet squelch. My pussy immediately took hold of the situation, squeezing and rippling around them. I was so close, my nerves pulled up taut like an overtaxed string. The effect this man had on me was positively unholy.

My clit throbbed under his thumb. Tony somehow managed to reach every single sweet spot on my body, effortlessly, easily, like he'd done it a thousand times.

"Ohmyfuckinggod, Tony," I came hard, shuddering, drenching the fingers inside of me. The moment I began sagging in his arms was the moment they tightened around me; I felt Tony grind helplessly against me, saw his own eyes slam shut and his brow furrow.

The hand that was in me withdrew rapidly as he hastily popped the button on his pants, freeing his cock and giving it several desperate tugs. I couldn't see it; I had to settle for the sensation of his hand, his hips rubbing against my clothed back.

He came quickly, with a loud shout. My curiosity got the best of me and I used the brief moment of his weakness to turn around, take a good look at him.

Tony was a fucking mess with a fucking gorgeous cock. Thick and veiny.

My face was level with it before he could have opened his eyes. I wanted, craved to know how he tasted. With gentle kitten licks, I collected the stray drops of cum running down his hand, careful of the rapidly softening, sensitive flesh.

His eyes popped open in surprise. I smiled at him, unseeing, collecting as much of him as I could.

"Fuck, Princess," He breathed. "I'm just a man, I'm pushing fifty," Gently pulling my head away but holding it mere inches from his cock. Indecisive.

I reached over for his hand with my own, popping finger after finger in my mouth, collecting every drop of cum like it was nectar. I could be good...I If properly motivated. The salty musk was all the motivation I needed at that moment. He pulled me in for a filthy, sloppy kiss once I was done, both of us humming, vocalising the shared pleasure.

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Kiro’s Culinary Date Translation [CN] (Season 2)

Hi, everyone! Just a couple of notes before you begin reading. I don’t actually know Chinese so this translation was done through the power of Google Translate and with help from @keliosyfan​. Thank you! 💛

This translation contains spoilers for a date that has not yet been released in the ENG server. This date is set is Season 2 but doesn’t contain any major plot details. If you wish to not be spoiled, please don’t read beyond the cut.

Hope you enjoy!~

*Spoilers below for future content!*

[First Part]

“Ding Dong!--”

I stood in front of a villa full of sunflowers in the yard and rang the doorbell.

Recently, in order to create a gimmick for the new show, the company intends to let Kiro participate in an observation variety show.

The stars in the show will experience different professions. The profession of this episode is to run a restaurant. To create more entertainment, a culinary competition is also set up.

Whoever makes the food that receives the most praise will win the final prize.

But I wasn’t so sure about Kiro’s cooking skills….

??: I’m coming!

The familiar voice interrupted my thoughts.

Accompanied by a rush of hurried footsteps, the door was swung open and golden hair instantly came into view.

Kiro: Good afternoon, boss! 

Kiro: I just saw your text message, why did you come to me so suddenly?

Kiro put one hand behind himself, his always-smiling face now even more enthusiastic.

A strange smell hit the tip of my nose. I seemed to distinguish something but kept it calm on the surface.

MC: I heard Savin say that you rarely go out recently and don’t answer the phone very often. So I just came to see what the situation was.

Kiro: So that’s what it was. That’s because….

Kiro moved his eyes towards me and smiled.

Kiro: I recently became obsessed with a new video game series so I couldn’t check my phone as often.

I nodded and accepted the explanation.

MC: There’s another thing; you’re going to be on a new variety show.

Kiro’s expression suddenly became very serious. I couldn’t help but want to tease him, pretending to be serious.

MC: You should have known already about your appearance on the show and how you need to show your cooking skills in front of the camera.

MC: But I don’t think this should be a problem for Kiro, right?

Kiro looked shocked. But not long after, he smiled confidently.

Kiro: Of course.

Kiro: I’m actually very good at cooking. 

MC: So confident--

Kiro: What’s up?

Seeing Kiro’s confused eyes still showing a hint of a guilty conscience, I couldn’t help but finally express my doubts.

MC: Kiro, were you really playing video games?

Kiro: Yes, I was….

MC: But why do I smell something weird?

Kiro: ….

Kiro: ….So you knew already!

After a while, he sighed slightly, and put down his hands behind his back like he had accepted his fate. He was holding a bear apron in his hands.

Kiro: Miss Chips, do you want to come and take a look at my kitchen?

[Second Part]

Although I was mentally prepared when I walked into Kiro’s kitchen, I couldn’t help but look on in shock.

The kitchen utensils are stacked in a mess, there are many broken eggshells on the ground, and the dishes were piled high in the sink. With that, there were also some “unidentifiable objects”...

Everything in front of me seems to show what kind of “messy” experience this was.

Kiro also looked a little embarrassed.

Kiro: Ahem, it went well at first, but I don’t know which step went wrong.

Kiro: The taste and appearance are a little bit different from what you may expect….

Suddenly, he turned his eyes to look at me.

Kiro: In order to find out which step went wrong, I plan to do it again!

Kiro: However, it’s best to have personal supervision next to you….

MC: I can help you. Also, I can show you some new things. *changed some wording*

As if he had obtained the answer he wanted, Kiro’s brows and eyes were curved slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.

Kiro: Great, then let’s get to work!

Seeing a glimmer of success in his eyes, I suddenly realized that I was fooled!

He had planned to bring me to the kitchen all along!

Twenty minutes later, with my help, the cooking was finally completed decently.

Seeing the steaming food on the table, Kiro couldn’t wait to pick up the spoon and took a bite.

MC: How is it?

Kiro: Hmm….

He blinked and then gave me a thumbs up.

Kiro: Super delicious! Miss Chips should really consider opening up a restaurant!

Although I knew his evaluation was exaggerated, I still breathed a sigh of relief.

MC: That’s good. 

Kiro: However, I’m afraid there’s no way I can make such delicious food for the time being….

He lowered his eyes and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow in his eyes.

Knowing that Kiro has always been a perfectionist, I thought about it and spoke slowly.

MC: Actually, to make delicious food in addition to certain cooking skills, you also need a special recipe.

Kiro: Huh? What is it?

I stretched out my hand, poked Kiro’s face lightly with my finger, and made a smile on his face.

MC: The chef’s mentality is also very important.

MC: If you put yourself in a happy mood, you will definitely feel it. And….

I also smiled at him.

MC: Enthusiastically greet every challenge, isn’t this what Kiro is best at? 

Kiro was taken aback for a moment, a strange emotion flashed in his eyes. After a while, he smiled and took my hand.

Kiro: Well, MC is right.

Kiro: By the day of the show recording, my performance won’t disappoint anyone’s expectations.

Kiro: However, I still want you to promise me one thing.

MC: What?

He leaned closer, his warm breath fell on my cheek.

Kiro: Can you come to the set on the filming day?

Kiro: If you do, I think the food will be better than perfect. 

[Third Part]

The sun was shining brightly on the filming day, and the temperature was several degrees higher than usual.

I arrived at the shooting location as agreed with Kiro. Seeing that it was still early, I walked towards the lounge.

(Cut to lounge)

As soon as the door was opened, I saw him sitting on the sofa alone and intently looking down at his phone.

Hearing the movement, Kiro raised his eyes to look at me with undisguised joy on his face.

Kiro: ….MC, there you are! 

MC: Well, I’m here to cheer for you.

He subconsciously turned off the phone screen. Although it was just a quick glance, I saw that he seemed to be watching a cooking tutorial.

Kiro: The sun is so nice today, it’s good weather to go out in.

Kiro: There should be a lot of customers in the restaurant later.

Kiro looked out the window, his face thoughtful.

MC: Well, you don’t have to put too much pressure on yourself. After all, this is a variety show, and cooking is only one aspect.

MC: So all you have to do is show your truest appearance and enjoy the process.

Kiro: I know, it’s just that I haven’t figured out what to do yet….

MC: Huh? You haven’t thought about it yet?

MC: Didn’t we practice a dish at your house last time?

Kiro: But….

Kiro paused. After a while, he seemed to have thought of something, his lips raised in a beautiful arc.

Kiro: But now I have changed my mind.

Kiro: I’m going to keep it a secret for now and surprise you later. 

Although there were some doubts in my mind, I also believed Kiro could handle it well. So, after a while, I nodded.

MC: Ok.

MC: If you have any questions, you can send me a text message and I will be there later. Also….

Kiro: Don’t worry, Miss Chips, I have my own coup.

Kiro took my hand and interrupted me with a chuckle.

Kiro: And have you forgotten? No matter what kind of food, I have my own “exclusive recipe”. *changed some wording*

As he said this, he poked my cheek lightly as I did to him before, and also sketched a smile on my face.

Kiro: I will get the best result while enjoying the process.

His eyebrows are curved and my figure is reflected in his clear pupils.

Kiro: So, please wait and see. 

(Cut to shooting location)

The bright sunlight passed through the leaves. *changed some wording*

The show officially started filming. Stars who usually have a certain distance from the public are now wearing aprons and running an ordinary restaurant.

I was sitting on a seat in the restaurant and found that the surrounding area was filled with people.

Seeing popular movie stars or idol singers passing by one after another, many guests showed surprised expressions.

Female Star: Hello, this is my chocolate cake.

The female star gave me a sweet smile and the dessert on my table. After thanking her, I took a bite and the sweetness instantly melted in my mouth.

Girl A: Wow, this cake is delicious!

Girl B: Is it? I’ll try it too.

The voices of the two girls from the table over fell into my ears. I glanced around and saw that many people seemed to be very satisfied with the food.

Girl A: The celebrities’ culinary skills are so good too!

Girl B: You’re so stereotypical. By the way, I heard that Kiro is also here. Our “Little Sun’s” cooking skills are guaranteed to surprise you!

Hearing the girl’s words, I couldn’t help but glance at my phone screen. The last text message sent was from Kiro ten minutes ago.

“I’m ready to play!”

I put down the spoon in my hand and couldn’t help but guess what kind of food Kiro intends to make….

After tasting different delicacies one after another, everyone’s expectations were getting higher and higher.

Initially, I just advised Kiro not to be too stressed out but I couldn’t help but feel nervous at this moment….

??: This guest, would you like a delicious mango smoothie? 

A familiar voice rang in my ears and I turned my face to meet a pair of sky-blue eyes.

MC: Ki-!

Everyone: AAAAAAHHH IT’S KIRO!!! 

The enthusiastic cheers drowned out my voice.

Kiro smiled brightly at them and the screams suddenly became louder. Immediately afterwards, he suddenly turned around, avoiding everyone’s gaze--

He gave a wink towards me.

I couldn’t help but feel my heart beat frantically.

The golden light shone on Kiro’s hair and the person in front of me seemed to be more dazzling than the sun.

Kiro: I saw that you’re sitting there all alone. Don’t you feel a bit lonely?

Before I could answer, he took off the bear doll from his waist and placed it on the seat opposite me.

Kiro gently covered the microphone pinned in the collar and whispered in a voice that only the two of us could hear--

Kiro: Let it temporarily replace me to accompany you.

As soon as his voice fell, he straightened up and looked at the people present.

Kiro: Does anyone else want to try a refreshing fruit smoothie? 

The sun was shining, and after tasting many dishes, everyone happened to be a little thirsty. So, they raised their hands enthusiastically.

Kiro: Just hold tight, I’ll come back right away!

Holding the tray, he walked towards the other table of guests. In the scorching afternoon, Kiro’s fruit smoothie became the most popular dish.

Looking at the blond boy walking through the crowd, I couldn’t help but curl my lips up into a smile.

It turns out that this is what he meant by “coup”.

Looking down, I saw Kiro with one hand behind him, making a “V” gesture in my direction.

My smile grew even more. I picked up the mango smoothie on the table and took a sip.

--The taste is really sweet.

[Fourth Part]

As the sunset slowly falls, the shooting is gradually coming to an end.

According to the process, the program team will determine the final prize based on the customers’ evaluation of the food. As a result, the awards were announced one by one with suspension--

Kiro didn’t win.

Kiro: MC!

I looked towards where the voice came from and saw that from not far away, Kiro was walking towards me through the staff surrounding him.

MC: Is it finished?

Kiro: Well, they’re checking out the shooting material.

I thought that Kiro would be a little disappointed if he didn’t win the prize but his face didn’t show the slightest bit of disappointment. Instead, his smile remained the same as usual.

A light flashed before my eyes and I realized that he was holding a golden trophy in his hand.

MC: What is this?

Kiro: This….

He followed my gaze and winked slyly at me suddenly.

Kiro: There are too many people here. Let’s talk about it somewhere else.

(Cut to lounge)

MC: “Most Popular Award….”

In the lounge, I took the trophy from Kiro and repeated what he said.

Kiro: That’s right. 

Kiro: They said that because of the popularity of “Kiro’s Special”, the program team made this award.

Kiro: I told you that I wouldn’t break my promise, right?

Kiro said somewhat proudly. I can’t help but smile.

MC: Well, I was a little surprised. But I know that Kiro never disappoints.

MC: By the way, something hasn’t been returned to you yet.

I took out the little bear doll that I had always taken with me. I wanted to give it back to him but he shook his head.

Kiro: This was actually a gift to you to thank you for teaching me how to cook.

MC: In that case, I will accept it without any hesitancy.

As I was talking, a question suddenly came to my mind.

MC: I don’t seem to remember you telling me why you suddenly decided to make a smoothie instead?

Kiro gave me a look and smiled helplessly.

Kiro: When I tell you, you mustn’t laugh at me. 

MC: Of course not.

Kiro: Actually, after we started cooking together that day, I practiced many times in private.

Kiro: After all, I’m going to be on the show. I hope that no matter what I’m doing, I can let everyone see my best.

Kiro: But that last time, I still felt that it was not enough.

Kiro’s tone was indifferent but I seemed to hear a little reluctance from it.

Kiro: But after coming to the lounge today, I saw the light outside was very strong.

Kiro: Thinking of everyone sitting in the sun all that time, it must’ve felt a little hot. So, I suddenly came up with an idea.

Those bright blue eyes lit up again and the corners of Kiro’s lips curled up slightly.

Kiro: I think if it were me in this hot weather, I would want a refreshing smoothie more than one of those meals.

Kiro: And this method was a very simple one--

Kiro: It was within the scope of my cooking skills! 

I couldn’t help laughing.

I saw that the name tag on his chest was a little crooked, so I stretched out my hand to fix it for him.

MC: So, our “Chef Kiro” decided to make a smoothie?

MC: It was indeed a great idea.

I nodded approvingly. Kiro’s eyes flickered slightly and he suddenly took my wrist.

Kiro: Speaking of which, you brought me this inspiration.

MC: Huh?

Kiro: Didn’t you say that if you put yourself in a happy mood, other people will definitely be able to feel it? 

Kiro: Because I was inspired by you, I gradually began to worry less about satisfying everyone and more about what to do to make myself feel satisfied….

Kiro: Therefore, this trophy is also yours.

Kiro winked as he spoke and his lips curled up softly.

Kiro: I wonder how Miss Chips would rate my performance today?

MC: Do you need to ask?

MC: Of course it far exceeds full marks!

Kiro: Even if I didn’t make good enough food?

MC: Even if you didn’t make good enough food.

I repeated it with certainty.

MC: Remember, because you have the most unique “recipe”.

MC: That is Kiro’s signature appeal.

I smiled at him.

MC: During the filming, many people including myself, were affected by your smile and enthusiasm--

MC: It was such a pleasant afternoon.

MC: I believe that this happy mood will be conveyed to all viewers when the show is broadcasted.

MC: Rest assured.

The light in Kiro’s eyes shook slightly and then the corners of his mouth rose even more.

Kiro: Is MC’s evaluation of me that high?

Kiro: Actually, it’s more than that.

Kiro: In fact, there are other “exclusive recipes” that I found.

He pretended to smile mysteriously, held my hand more tightly, and then went on to say--

Kiro: She not only taught me how to cook, but she also gave me great inspiration;

Kiro: And she also told me that no matter what challenge I encounter, I can solve it in Kiro’s fashion as usual.

Kiro: So, when I saw her at the shooting today, I felt confident and smiled uncontrollably…. 

The gentle voice fell in my ears and I felt my heart beat faster.

Those sapphire eyes looked at me for a moment. In the next second, a chuckle came into my ear--

Kiro: So….

Kiro: For me, she is the recipe that makes everything more perfect.

[End]

You can read the call that comes after this date here!~