#but he wore a suit and tie... and everyone was like. yeah. that guy's a cop

[hanzajesthanza]

not to get all sappy but it is indeed inspiring how sapkowski wrote "witcher" as a 38-year old divorcee with a son embarking on his teens. and the story came in third place and it almost didn't even win because parowski almost didn't even read it, and it was too long and had to be shortened a bit and...

sometimes i feel like i have no creative potential and then i remember. i am in my 20s

[httpknjoon]

a summer fashion choice | jjk

plot | This summer heat got you and your friends to enjoy your day at Blaire's beach house in the ocean. While everyone suits in their swimwear, your friends wonder why Jungkook your secret boyfriend is wearing a high-neck shirt.

words | 2.7k+

genres | fluff, crack,  secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au

pairing | jungkook x reader

note | they are just getting sloppier and sloppier atp 🥴 anyway, enjoy reading!! let me know ur thoughts 🫶

main masterlist  |  drabble series masterlist

“Look at him, all focused on his laptop and work.”

Jenny rested her elbows on the white sand while turning her head to the beach house. Specifically on its porch, where your secret boyfriend types eagerly on his keyboard while answering a call through his Airpod. His eyes were focused on his screen and you swore you could see the gears in his head turning at a rapid pace. You thought he could enjoy this weekend but he got a call after you had breakfast with everyone this morning. You sighed, shaking your head.

“I heard he is working for a possible promotion.”

“Yeah, but we are on vacation right now,” Dara replied while putting on some sunscreen on her arms.

Your two friends shifted their conversation to other things. But your gaze remained on Jungkook. You watch Blaire approach him after his call, softly patting his back. She points out to the ocean while talking to him. Jungkook chuckles and shakes his head. Blaire walked away, also shaking her head with a smile. Even though she wore dark aviator sunglasses that matched her lace cover-up, you felt like she was looking at you. You confirmed it when she sat beside you.

“That guy cannot stop working after we had breakfast. Next time that I’m bringing you all here at the beach house, I am confiscating your gadgets,” she spoke out.

“Geez! Mom, relax.” Jenny exhaled exaggeratedly like a teenager, making you and Dara giggle. “You should check on your other kid though.”

She pulled down her sunglasses and pointed her finger to the other side of the beach. Wooshik, whose body is buried underneath a large amount of sand, has been shooing Bam away, who is licking his face.

“Who the hell spread peanut butter on his face?!” Blaire laughed.

Dara raised her hand, “It was my idea. But we all smeared it on his face.”

You nodded, remembering that you were also the one who called Bam to first smell your friend’s face. The sand was too heavy on his body that Wooshik could not even raise his hand to push Bam away. By the time he was able to get off the sand, his face was already shiny clean with your dog’s drool.

“Hey!”

You all stood up to run when Wooshik threw sand directed at your area. Bam ran behind you and your friends, laughing and playing on the seashore. You don’t know who ran towards the ocean first but you, Blaire, Dara, and Jenny worked all together to splash water against Wooshik. It did not last long as your arms got tired and you asked for a truce.

“Oh, no. Bam, baby, stay there!”

You quickly ran from the salt water when you noticed your dog running in your direction. Thankfully, you met him halfway, just when he was about to take a step into the waters. That was when you decided to sit with him on the sand. You two watched your friends playing in the water. You were smiling until you remembered your boyfriend who was wasting this day with his laptop. That’s when you pick up your sheer white wrap skirt and tie it around your hips. You also attached Bam’s leash to him again, just to make sure he won’t run away from you.

“Let’s go, Bam.”

Barefoot, you strolled on the warm sand on your way. Even though it was close to the afternoon, you still find the heat endurable to enjoy the beach.

“Hey…” you softly smiled at him.

“Hey.” he was typing on his laptop when he responded.

You pulled one of the vacant seats around the small table and sat on it. You noticed a little thick compilation of papers on the table. You wondered if he planned to do his job here today since he had all of these back in his car.

“Babe…” you called him with a careful tone.

He threw a short glance at you before reading something on the paper, “Yes, princess?”

“You know that today is Saturday, right?” you told him while Bam sniffed your resting hand.

“Yes. But I forgot that I was supposed to do this last night and I didn’t because we drove here.” he reasoned. “And I need to pass this–”

“When is the deadline?” you cut him off, knowing that he is just doing this all for a reason.

“It’s…” he paused, looking back at you while biting his inner cheek. He knows that you know why he was doing this. So, he cannot tell lies even if he wants to. “It’s two weeks from now.”

You leaned back in the chair while crossing your arms, “You know what I am going to say, right?”

He nods his head, “But they will announce the promotion soon and if I pass this report earlier than others, I might–”

“You might end up really tired and overworked.” you cut him off again. This time, sounding more serious. “You have a deadline for a reason. Plus, we came here to enjoy this weekend. You still have time to do that when we get back to the city.”

“But I want to pass this report as soon as possible.” he firmly said, undeterred.

“Okay, whatever you say.” You gave up, getting up.

The moment you said that Jungkook instantly felt the shift in the air. Your back is already turned to him as you walk back to the house. His chest tightened and it’s like something is stuck in his throat. Before he can even call your name again to talk, Bam barked next to him. As if he knows his dad did something wrong.

Might as well go read a book or watch something, you thought.

Admittedly, you were annoyed that Jungkook is firm about doing that report here, especially when he said that it’s still due in the next week. Usually, you understand him being this workaholic since he has been aiming for that promotion. But it’s not like you will get to go here again next weekend.

You searched around the room for that book you brought with you. Under the bed, under the sheets, and even your luggage. Surely, you brought it with you. You remembered reading it before Jungkook sneaked into your room last night. While looking on the bed again, you heard a couple of knocks on your door.

Busy, you only said, “It’s unlocked.”

That’s when Jungkook steps into your room. He noticed your scrunched eyebrows when you looked at him after looking under a pillow. His heartbeats fastened as he slowly closed the door behind him. You were busy searching for something and he was about to ask but then your expression changed after looking under the other pillow. Finally, you looked at him, holding the book to your chest.

“Where’s Bam?”

“I left him with Blaire. She took him with her on the sand.” Jungkook took a step closer.

You acted naive, walking to the other side of the room where your luggage was left open. You began cleaning up the mess you made while looking for the book.

“Are you done with your report?” you asked without even looking at him.

“No.”

You didn’t say anything and neither did he. So after zipping up your stuff, you have already decided to leave and read outside. But you wanted to freshen up first. You looked at yourself in front of the mirror, ignoring your boyfriend who sat quietly on the bed but obviously watching you. You meet his eyes through the mirror.

“Then, what are you still doing here, Jungkook?”

No babe? Or even Kook? Jungkook frowned, getting up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist before resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Princess…” his tone was pleading. “I’m sorry.”

With how close his warm breath on your ear, it sends shivers all over your body. You wonder how did the temperature get high gradually, almost matching the heat outside. You tried to keep your composure, not breaking any expression on your face while you asked him again.

“For what?”

Gently, Jungkook turns you around to directly face him. His hands were still on your waist and the space between you two was almost nonexistent. You looked straight into his eyes while clenching your jaw.

“I’m sorry that I’m working during the weekends and I pissed you off when you just want me to enjoy this day,” he said, almost a whisper.

At that point, you already lost yourself. Your gaze went from his eyes down to his lips when he began speaking. After you realized what were you doing, you looked at him.

“I’ll accept that apology if you tell me you won’t be doing any work for the rest of our time here.”

He raised his left hand and stood like a true follower, “I promise that I will not do any reports while we’re here.”

Jungkook waited for you to say something but you simply ran your hands through his hair. You softly massage his scalp with your fingertips just like what you usually do when you know he’s tired or when you two shower together. You figured he was enjoying your thing when his eyes closed as his hold on your waist tightened. Your eyebrow raised before tugging on his hair, causing Jungkook to groan.

“Just… enjoy,” you mumbled.

Jungkook nods, slowly opening his eyes, and the first thing he sees is that little smirk on your lips. He smiled while wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You were the first one to lean in and make your lips meet. But as you were about to pull away, Jungkook held you firmer, deepening the kiss. You once again tugged on his hair. He responded with a soft moan. The kiss became more passionate. You two moved in sync, moving closer to the bed, without breaking the kiss. You straddle him. The next thing you know, your lips were tracing kisses on his jawline down to his neck. Lost in the moment, Jungkook tilts his head back. You move your hips slightly, earning another groan from him.

“Everyone’s outside?” you asked in between kisses.

“Mhm…” he hummed “Princess…”

You mindlessly began sucking the skin just below his jawline. He gasped, his hand squeezing your thigh gently.  You did it a couple of times more before you pulled away and were about to reach and untie your top from the back when you noticed the dark bruise forming on his neck.

“Oh, shit,” you murmured.

Jungkook opened his eyes, “Why?”

You look at him with a look of guilt on your face. You were trying not to smile, pursing your lips. He tried to stop you from getting up from him but you pulled him to the mirror.

“What– Fuck.” Jungkook cursed while tracing the hickeys you left on his neck. “That’s a lot, Princess.”

You were trying so hard not to laugh, “I’m sorry.”

Jungkook was about to speak when you heard knocks on your door. Your eyes widened.

“Come out, lovebirds. We’re having barbecues outside for lunch.” Blaire spoke.

You and your boyfriend looked at each other, silently asking each other what to do with the obvious bruises on his neck.

“Tell me, why the fuck is your boyfriend wearing a turtleneck in this burning weather?”

After having lunch, you and your friends went back to the beach to play volleyball. You take turns cooking the remaining barbecues and playing. You and Blaire were sitting on the side when she asked you that question. Her tone was not even asking, just genuinely curious and you understand. Because it is really weird why someone would wear a turtleneck shirt on the beach. Worse, it’s not even the swimwear type. It’s cotton material.

Unfortunately, that’s the only remedy you and Jungkook can think of earlier. You cannot really think of any answer so you were relieved when Dara sat next to you guys. You tapped Blaire, asking her to keep her lips sealed.

“I hate playing with those competitive players,” Dara said, referring to Jenny, Wooshik, and Jungkook.

You and Blaire laughed, offering her a drink instead. Jenny was playing alone against the two guys. Her competitive nature naturally takes on every time the ball is served to her side. You and the others just cheered for her on the side, chanting her name. You all cheered louder when Jenny got another win.

“See? I told you, you can’t move properly with that shirt.” Wooshik grunted at his best friend.

Jungkook fought back, “I am literally the MVP of this team. Four out of five points came from me.”

You laughed at their immatureness whenever they were together. Jenny asked for time out and you gave her a glass of iced tea. The guys followed, getting their barbecue and drink.

“Why are you even wearing that? We’re on a beach.” Dara asked.

Jungkook took a glance at you before replying, “I… I got bad insect bites.”

Wooshik, who quietly caught that, asked, “Where? On your neck?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Oh, I brought a cream for that!” Dara began searching through her beach bag. “Here!”

Jungkook awkwardly accepted the small tube Dara handed him, “Thanks.”

“You should put it now. It relieves the bite almost instantly,” she added.

“Oh, okay. I’ll put it later when I’m back in my room.” he reasoned.

“Why not now?” Wooshik squinted his eyes.

It didn’t help that your other friends also encouraged him to put it now. You remained quiet, gulping your drink until there was nothing left.. Jungkook can tell that you ran out of ideas too.

“Well, okay…”  he sighed. Fuck it.

He removed his shirt and his friends almost had the same reaction as soon as he got his shirt over his head.

“Oh… Oh.”

Dara has her eyes wide open, staring at the insect bites. Her lips were formed into a small o. Jenny was confused, lines forming between her brows as she scanned his neck. Wooshik choked on something and was coughing for a good ten seconds. Blaire was covering her lips, obviously hiding a smile on her face. And the insect herself, you, looked away when you met his eyes.

“What?” Jungkook broke the silence. “It’s bad, I know.”

Jenny cleared her throat, “What… what insect bit you again?”

“I-I don’t know. I just saw them after I finished doing my workloads earlier.” he lied.

“I’m sorry but why does it look like hickeys?” Dara giggled.

“Dara!” Blaire scolded her.

Then, Wooshik joined, asking, “But is it though?”

“It’s not!” Jungkook exclaimed. “I-It’s actually kinda itchy.”

“It looks bad…” you awkwardly commented, just to break off your personal silence.

You feel bad seeing him cornered like this but embarrassed at the same time with your artwork on his neck. Jungkook turned his head to you with his eyes narrowing.

“I know, YN. That’s what I said.”

His tone seems a little annoyed and you totally understand why. Although this isn’t the first time you gave him love bites, you managed to hide it before.

“Then, you should totally put that cream Dara gave you.” you remind him about the said cream in his hand.

“After you put that, let’s go back to playing,” Wooshik told everyone. He then turned to his best friend, “And you keep your shirt off. The hickeys– I mean, those bites are gonna be fine.”

The sun was already setting when your friends decided to go back to the house. You decided to stay for a little longer on the shore to take pictures of Bam. Jungkook got back the house too to get his camera.

“Bam, look at here!” you tried to get Bam’s attention.

You were so focused on taking pictures that you didn’t notice Wooshik returning to look for his slippers.

“Do you want me to take pictures of you and Bam?” he asked.

You turned around, “Oh, it’s fine. Just Bam.”

He nods before turning his back, “Okay, Princess.”

You paused, confused, “What did you call me?”

“Princess?” Wooshik faced you and the first thing you noticed was that stupid smile on his face. “Oh, I thought you like being called that.”

Speechless, you just shook your head. Wooshik chuckled at your answer. A mix of confusion and surprise was painted all over your face.

“Okay, don’t stay out here for too long. You might get insect bites. Just like Jungkook.” he reminded you before running back to the house.

You rolled your eyes, whispering, “He knows.”

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[dinodaweeb]

LIES, SPIES, AND HOT GUYS |

Gn!Detective!Reader x Batman

summary: as a detective you make sure you prioritize Bruce Wayne’s safety but he assures you he doesn’t need it, prick.

You never expected to find yourself at one of Gotham's most glamorous events—a gala at Wayne Manor. Awkward and out of place, you struggle to fit in among Gotham's elite.

The moment you stepped into Wayne Manor, you felt like a fish out of water. The grand chandeliers, the polished marble floors, and the glittering gowns of Gotham's elite were a far cry from the gritty crime scenes and dimly lit precincts you were used to.

Far different. The air felt too expensive to breathe.

Why had you even agreed to this?

Oh right, the Commissioner insisted on having "a few of Gotham's finest" at the event, just in case. And with your gruff demeanor and awkward social skills, you had drawn the short straw.

Awkwardly, you stood near a large ornate column, sipping a glass of water and trying to avoid eye contact with the crowd. Despite the suit and tie—or, in their case, a somewhat ill-fitting tuxedo—they felt utterly out of place. The pants felt too tight around your rear and you got this done at the shop. How could they screw that up?

Your eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail, searching for anything—or anyone—out of the ordinary.

Just as you were beginning to try to relax, you spotted a group of familiar faces. The Wayne kids—Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, and a few others—stood near the large windows, looking far too at ease in the luxurious setting.

Summoning a bit of courage, you approached them. After all, if they were going to be stuck here, they might as well make some polite conversation.

"Grayson, Drake," You greeted with a nod, trying to sound casual but polite.

Dick smiled brightly. "Detective! Didn't expect to see you here!"

"Yeah, well… duty calls, I wasn’t exactly invited by you but..” You muttered, feeling a bit more self-conscious than you intended. Tim gave a small nod of acknowledgment, while Damian looked as uninterested as ever.

Why do you even try at this.

Before the conversation could go further, a familiar voice cut through the air.

"Detective, welcome to Wayne Manor."

You turned to see Bruce Wayne approaching, his signature charming smile firmly in place. The billionaire looked every bit the part, effortlessly exuding wealth and charisma.

His looks lived up to the legend, pretty punk.

"Mr. Wayne," You greeted, doing their best to mask their awkwardness. Which probably failed. "Thanks for having me.”

"Of course. I always appreciate Gotham's finest keeping an eye on things," Bruce replied, his tone friendly yet distant. There was a glint in his eyes, something that set you on edge. Before they could respond, Bruce offered another smile, then excused himself, moving on to mingle with other guests.

You watched him go, your brows furrowing. Something about Bruce seemed… off. But before you could dwell on it, your attention snapped back to the task at hand: scanning the room for any potential threats.

As the evening wore on, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease. You kept a close eye on Bruce from across the room, noting how the billionaire seemed to glide through the crowd effortlessly, charming everyone he spoke to. But that nagging feeling in the back of your mind wouldn't go away.

And then it happened.

A loud crash echoed through the grand hall, followed by the panicked screams of guests. The doors burst open, and a group of armed robbers stormed in, weapons raised. Chaos erupted as people dove for cover, and the orchestra’s music was abruptly silenced.

"Everyone down! Now!" one of the robbers shouted, firing a warning shot into the ceiling.

Instinctively, you reached for their gun, but the crowd's panic made it impossible to get a clear shot. People were scrambling, pushing, and shouting. In the confusion, you caught sight of Bruce Wayne, who had been near the doors moments before. Now, he was nowhere to be seen.

Damn it!

You pushed through the crowd, your focus entirely on finding Bruce. If something happened to Gotham's golden boy on your watch, you would never forgive yourself.

Thankfully, you managed to slip away from the main hall, only to find Bruce backing into a nearby room, the door clicking shut just as you reached it. They shoved the door open and rushed inside, finding Bruce standing calmly by the window, looking far too composed for someone who was supposed to be terrified.

His fingers twitched when he heard the door open though, so maybe he was alarmed. You couldn’t blame him, it was a scary situation for anyone.

"Mr. Wayne, are you alright?" You panted, closing the door behind them and locking it.

Bruce turned to face them, an almost amused expression on his face. "I’m fine, Detective."

"Good. Stay here," You ordered, pulling out their gun and moving to stand between Bruce and the door. "I’ll handle this."

Bruce raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "That won’t be necessary."

You frowned. "What do you mean it won’t be necessary? There are armed robbers out there! You need to stay put, or you could get hurt."

"I assure you, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself," Bruce said, his tone calm and almost… teasing.

The detective’s frustration flared. Here you were, trying to protect this man, and he was acting like it was no big deal. "Look, I get that you’re used to getting your way, but right now, you need to let me do my job!"

Bruce’s eyes narrowed slightly, the playful glint fading. "And what if I told you that I could handle this situation better than you think?"

You were about to snap back, but the words died in their throat as they realized what Bruce was implying. "You’re not seriously thinking about playing hero, are you? This is my duty.”

Marching up to him, you poked your finger repeatedly into his chest.

“I’m here to protect you, Mr. Wayne.”

Before Bruce could respond, a loud bang echoed from the hallway, followed by heavy footsteps approaching the door. With precision, you pulled Bruce by the waist and forced him behind you. You stiffened, turning their full attention to the door. "Stay behind me."

"Detective—"

"I said stay behind me!" You hissed, cutting Bruce off as you aimed your gun at the door. Your heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline surging through your veins.

The door burst open, and you were ready to fire, but the figure that entered the room made them hesitate. It was Nightwing.

"Hold your fire!" Nightwing ordered, raising his hands as he stepped inside.

You lowered their weapon, exhaling a shaky breath. "What are you doing here?"

Nightwing glanced at Bruce, then back at you. A cheeky glint in his eyes. "I’m here to get him out of here.”

"Wait, you know him?" You asked, confused.

Nightwing’s lips curled into a half-smile. "You could say that."

Bruce stepped forward, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Thank you for your concern, Detective, but I’ll be safe with him."

You opened their mouth to argue, but the calm, assured look in Bruce’s eyes stopped them. For some reason, you believed him—despite how absurd it all seemed.

But did you seriously suck that much at your job that he felt safer with masked vigilante than a GCPD officer? You felt your pride shatter.

With a bitter taste in your mouth and the slightest pout on your lips, you nodded. Giving Bruce a pat on the back.

Nightwing took Bruce by the arm, guiding him toward the door. "Come on, let’s get you somewhere safe."

You watched them go, their mind racing. None of this made sense. Why would Nightwing, of all people, be protecting Bruce Wayne? And why did Bruce seem so… unconcerned?

As the door closed behind them, You finally allowed yourself to breathe. The realization hit you like a freight train: Batman was out there, hunting these criminals, and Bruce Wayne was likely his next target.

"Idiot," You muttered to yourself, rubbing your temples. "Of course, Batman would want to protect him."

Then you felt your heart sink.

“Or harm him.”

But deep down, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to Bruce Wayne than met the eye. Something you couldn’t quite put you're finger on.

As you exited the room, ready to join the fight outside, you couldn’t help but wonder: Just who exactly was Bruce Wayne? And why did they feel like they were in way over their head?

One thing was for sure: you were going to find out.

And when you did, you had a feeling it would change everything.

Red Hood stopped your inner monologue. “Yo, Hey, Dude— C’mon. Snap out of it.”

You blinked, your eyes reaching up.

“Now, are you going to stand there looking like a rookie, or are you going to help me with these goons?”

You snapped out of your thoughts, turning to see Red Hood leaning casually against the doorframe, his helmet tilted slightly as if amused by your daze. You cursed inwardly—first Nightwing, now Red Hood. How many of Gotham’s vigilantes were going to show up tonight?

“You’re here too?” you asked, exasperated.

“Yeah, and lucky for you. Looks like you could use the backup,”

Red Hood quipped, pushing off the doorframe and stepping into the room. “Now, are we gonna take these guys down, or do you need a minute to process whatever conspiracy theories you’re cooking up?”

You shot him a glare but nodded. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

Red Hood grinned beneath his helmet, drawing his guns. “Hell yeah.”

a/n: guys, asks r open :3 I wanna write more for my boysss 🫶😔 (no cursed shit plz)

[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

Tipsy and Turned On

Gibbs X Reader One-Shot

Prompt: You attend an NCIS Ceremony and get a little too tipsy around your boss.

Part 2

Mentions: Drinking

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You smoothed your tight dress over for the hundredth time in the last 20 minutes as Bishop ran around the little hotel room you two shared, looking for her earrings.

“They were literally on the sink just a second ago,” she cried out, exasperated. You looked at your watch, noting that you only had about 40 minutes before the ceremony started.

“Check by the mini fridge. Maybe you set them down them when you stuffed your face with the bag of peanut m+m’s.”

You checked your makeup in the bathroom mirror and put a thin coat of lipstick on before you heard Bishop’s triumphant squawk.

“Got em!”

Walking out, you saw her putting the earrings in while munching on something which you assumed was the m+m’s she was finishing. A loud obnoxious knock sounded at the door before it opened a second afterwards and Tony walked in.

“What the hell DiNozzo? You don’t just walk into our room like that. We could’ve been naked!”

“Darn, should have knocked 30 minutes ago,” he teased, making you roll your eyes.

“Are you guys ready? The ceremony starts in like a half an hour,” you heard McGee’s voice announce from the hallway. At least he had the decency to stay outside.

“Oh relax McFidget. It’s literally 3 floors beneath us. We’ve got plenty of time to grab a drink and meet some newly promoted probies.”

You spritzed a little perfume, grabbed your clutch, and walked out of the room, making sure to smack Tony on the way out. Abby and Palmer were already down in the lobby when you guys stepped off the elevator.

“Oh my gosh, your dresses are so beautiful!” she gushed while running over in her Doc Martens.

You returned Abby’s excited hug and smiled anxiously, which she caught onto.

“Nervous?”

“Yeah. The entirety of NCIS is here. Including SecNav.”

“Well let’s get you a drink then. Soften those nerves.”

The boys went to find your assigned table while you Abby and Bishop went over to the bar, each ordering a cocktail. After a couple long sips, you took a breath and tried relaxing. Crowds were never a problem for you as long as they didn’t include a bunch of higher ranking officials and their bosses walking around. You scanned the massive dining hall and spotted Vance conversing with some other man in a suit you assumed was important but wasn’t expecting to see the third individual in the conversation as well.

“Since when did Gibbs come to NCIS ceremonies?” you asked, as Abby and Bishop turned to look.

“Oh, I heard Vance is forcing him to be here since we’re suppose to be receiving an award,” Bishop explained.

So that’s why he looking exceptionally handsome in his full black and navy suit. He even wore a tie. The man definitely cleaned up well and you actually had a hard time taking your eyes off of him.

Ever since you started working with the team, you had been…intrigued by Gibbs but it never got past the point of checking him out a few times or shooting some harmless cheesy flirts that everyone would just roll their eyes at. He never gave any indication of being intrigued as well, let alone attracted to you in the time that you’ve known him.

“Alright. One shot and let’s go join the others,” you heard Abby say.

You turned to her and saw her sliding over two shot glasses for you and Bishop. Now that Bishop just told you that you were going to have to get up on stage, you needed a shot more than ever.

“Abby, you’re a mind reader.”

She just winked and clinked your glass before throwing the shot back. You and Bishop followed suit, both grimacing from the liquid flames pouring down your throats and followed her towards your reserved table.

“Looks like you 3 found the bar just fine,” Tony pointed out as you took a seat.

“Don’t you have some naive agent to be bugging?” you retorted. He smiled and gave a nod to some young woman across the way, proving your point.

“Actually, she’s a file clerk and I’ll be right back.”

He left the table in the direction of the blonde haired woman as you all shook our heads and laughed. A few minutes later you saw Gibbs walk over.

“Didn’t think you were coming Gibbs. You don’t usually like these types of events,” McGee pointed out as he took Tony’s spot beside you. Instinctively, you took a long sip of your drink.

“Vance wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

As if on cue, the lights dimmed and the SecNav walked onto the little stage area holding a microphone.

“Thank you all for attending our little get together. We have a few announcements and presentations so let’s get started. Firstly, let’s honor those that we’ve lost in our battle for justice. Agent Simmons….

We all listened quietly, occasionally nodding or clapping for different reasons but the thought of having to get up on stage soon was driving you crazy. You hadn’t even known your leg was shaking under the table until I you felt a warm hand still your movements. Looking over, Gibbs gave you a small reassuring nod calming and exciting you at the same time.

His hand had left but the warmth was still there, leaving your skin with goosebumps.

“So these awards go to Special Agent Gibbs and his dedicated team, if they could make their way over,” Vance’s voice spoke too quickly. Part of you just moved in autopilot, getting up and following behind Gibbs with the rest of the team following behind in a line. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you, judging you.

Luckily, the little bit of alcohol you had was kicking in, dulling the sense of anxiety but you knew you looked at your hands, they’d be shaking.

On stage, Vance adorned your necks with medals and shook everyone’s hands before dismissing you. It was simple and quick and you would’ve ran off the stage at top speed had you remembered how to act at such formal events.

>>>>

The hardest part was over and now was time to relax, as you sat on the floor of your hotel room, doing your 3rd shot with Bishop and Abby.

McGee had left early with Delilah and who knows what pants DiNozzo got himself in but you, Abby and Bishop were having the time of your lives.

“You should try it, you never know, you might enjoy it,” Abby suggested from the couch.

“I’m not sleeping in a coffin Abbs! I’m already claustrophobic!”

“You know what you should do. Pretend to get lost in the hotel and end up at Gibbs’s door.”

Both Abby’s and my mouth dropped open at Bishop’s comment and she laughed. She was the only one I told about my slight attraction to our boss and now Abby knew too.

“Bishop, I can’t believe you said that! I thought we had a secret together!”

“Oh don’t worry Y/N. I knew something was going with you and Gibbs wayy before Bishop told me anything.”

“What?! There’s nothing going on! And Bishop shouldn’t have said shit.”

They both laughed at the horror in your face and you prepared yourself another shot.

“You should do it though. I overheard heard him talking with Ducky about you. He didn’t say it exactly but he thinks you’re interesting. And for Gibbs to say that, that isn’t normal.”

“But I don’t even know what room is his.”

“202. Right down the hall,” Abby stated, already ready for your excuse.

“No one is saying go in there and force him to have sex with you. Just go and see what he does. If he escorts you back to your room, maybe he’s not interested. But if he invites you in..”

“What about Rule 13?”

“You know how many times we’ve broken that rule? It’s almost funny that we still have it. Come on, hurry before your buzz goes away and you chicken out.”

The both of them practically pulled you up and dragged you over to the door.

“Here are your shoes,” Bishop said, putting my heels in my hand and pushing me out.

“Wait, you guys can’t just kick me out of my own hotel room-

Your statement was cut short as they shut the door in your face, both could be heard giggling on the other side. Looking down at the heels in your hand, you decided against putting them on for fear you would faceplant if you tried walking in them and slowly made your way down the hall.

198, 200, 201..

You stood in front of 202, seriously wondering why you befriended those two. Well, it was now or never you thought as you knocked softly 3 times. A few seconds went by, you swaying slightly as the tequila did its job before the door opened up.

You were genuinely surprised at seeing Gibbs answer the door in nothing but a white tee and boxer briefs, you almost forgot the line you had planned.

“Oh. Is this not my room? I could’ve swore it was..” you probably slurred at him.

“Do you normally knock on your own door Agent L/N?”

Shit. He knew. Maybe. Maybe not.

“Do you know what time it is Y/N?”

You made a move as if to look at your watch, which you didn’t have and heard him sigh.

“It’s 2 in the morning. Have you been at the bar all night?”

Holy shit, it was that late? You were for sure going to have the worst headache the next morning.

“Yes.” Your answer was short, but your tone was almost a question. You don’t know what you were saying anymore, you honestly forgot what he asked you.

“Can I come in?” You blurted, hoping he wouldn’t turn you down. He rubbed his face in exasperation and opened the door wider for you to step in. Holy shit. Holy shit. You did not think you were gonna get this far.

You stepped into his room, noticing that all of his lights were still on and the tv played softly.

“Have you been up all this time too?” you asked, setting your heels down on the little loveseat.

“Just going over the case.” He closed the door and walked over into the bathroom. You looked around, seeing the case file spread across the little desk and the queen bed beside that looked untouched.

You weren’t sure what to do now. You do know that this tight dress you’ve been wearing for hours was starting to become very uncomfortable and this plan was looking dumber and dumber by the second.

Gibbs came back out of the bathroom and grabbed a water from the mini fridge before offering it to you along with some pills you assumed were aspirin. “Drink.”

You listened obediently and gave the bottle back to him, the both of you staring into each others the entire time. Then for whatever reason, you walked over to his bed and plopped down on it, practically moaning at how nice it was.

You almost fell asleep right then and there but then felt something drop onto you. Opening your eyes and looking down, you saw a pair of sweats and a faded USMC shirt lying on the bed.

“You’re not gonna escort me back to my room?” you asked him curiously.

“Do you remember your room number?”

You thought about it before answering honestly.

“No.”

“Then I can’t escort you back to your room. Go change.”

Whether it was the liquor that made you do it or just something deep down inside that gave you the courage, you got up from the bed and pulled your dress zipper down your back, pulling your arms out of the sleeves and letting the dress fall to the floor.

Turning around, you brought your eyes to meet his and watched his icy blue ones stare right back. “What are you doing Agent L/N?”

“I don’t know.”

You took a couple steps closer to him, the cool air making you shiver slightly and just stood there. He didn’t move an inch but you watched him slowly look over you, his mouth moving to slowly lick his lips, sparking something in you.

Taking a chance, you put your arms around his neck and brought your body close to his, noticing how his hands immediately found your hips and his head dipped to meet yours in a deep kiss.

It was better than you ever imagined and between his mouth moving against yours, his hands gripping your skin tighter and the way he pulled you in closer was giving you enough endorphins to pass out.

When you both pulled away for a breath, you smiled. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

“Oh really?” His voice was husky and lower than usual, making you close your eyes.

He nuzzled your neck and wrapped his arms around your torso but made no attempt to bring you to bed.

“As much as I’d like to continue this further, I want it to be on a different occasion,” he spoke in your ear, kissing just below and releasing his grip on you.

Bringing your arms back down, you looked away and stepped back. He was quick to pull your chin back up to look at him.

“What about dinner at my place tomorrow?”

You just nodded and he gave a small smile, leaning down to kiss you again, making your head spin.

“You change. I’m going to take a shower,” he said, pulling back and heading into the bathroom.

You took a huge breath, letting out all the tension and multitude of emotions. You changed into the clothes and just sat on the edge of bed, absent mindedly watching whatever movie was playing.

A few minutes went by and you felt your eyes getting heavy, the alcohol and everything that happened in the day suddenly making you very tired. Knowing you weren’t going anywhere, you crawled across the bed and slipped under the covers.

“Y/N. Wake up.”

You opened your eyes to see Gibbs sitting on the bed beside you, now dressed in sweats and the same t-shirt but his hair was wet from the shower so you couldn’t have been asleep for longer than 20 minutes.

“Chug this, then you can go to sleep,” he said, handing you a small bottle of water. You smiled at his kindness and sat up. As you drank, he turned all the lights off, only the tv illuminating the room and joined you under the covers. You placed the now empty bottle on the bedside and scooted a little closer to his warm body. You weren’t sure how much intimacy to give but you were perfectly content when he moved his arm so that it rested under your head and pulled you closer.

You thought about how the nights progression went on and decided you’d actually have to thank Bishop and Abby.

[deepflowerruins]

PHOTOSHOOTS

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zoro × reader, fluff, smut, jealous zoro, slight harassment, pining down, licking cunt, spilling cum, squirting, slight bruises, strawberries, chocolates, angry zoro, loud moaning, grinding, strawhat reader, short revealing dresses, explicit, very random lmao

warning - only for 18+ readers, some might find this violent and disturbing, you have been warned, might have some mistakes as the text has not been proof readed

word count - roughly 600

synopsis - straw hats were famous throughout the world, photographers who are in alliance with the pirates, famous throughout the world, offered photoshoots to the renowned straw hats. you and zoro have been dating for years now, and your relationship was only known to your crewmates

"you ready?"

"yeah" you replied to robin. everyone was dressed up in their top notch clothes, ready for the photoshoot, men dressed up in suits while the ladies were ready with their short sexy dresses. you wore a black dress which showed off your cleavage and a bit of chest, complimenting your pale legs and perfectly hugging your curves. any men would fall for you.

the girls got out of their rooms only to be greeted by the men. "are you guys finally ready? took you long enough" luffy said, only to be replied by nami "we take time cause we look good!"

meanwhile zoro pulled you by your waist to kiss your forehead, admiring your beauty, you fixed his tie and put your hands around his neck, gave him a small peck, his cheeks red and a smile plastered on his face.

"let's go shall we?" usopp said. one by one everyone headed towards the shark submerge III, designed by franky.

they headed to the location fixed for the photoshoot.

everyone got their group and a couple of photoshoots done. it was now time for the individual ones. your turn came. you headed towards the center. the photographer came near you. he put his hands on your shoulders.

"please lean down ma'am" zoro was already getting angry at the photographer for touching you. you leaned down to the position. he clicked a few photos, and came near you again.

he touched your cleavage and made you sit in a seductive position. you were clearly uncomfortable. zoro and other crewmates noticed that.

"mr. photographer, can she take a break for a while, she seems tired" sanji said. you walked towards sanji and thanked him for noticing your uncomfortable situation.

you walked over to zoro "baby, I am not getting a very good feeling about this" zoro fumed with anger. maintaining the eye contact with you. he was very angry yet his gaze towards you was very soft and concerning. "you want me to cut him into slices?" "no it's fine, I think I can handle this" you replied, with a reassuring smile.

the photoshoot was over and you guys were back on the ship. you sat alone in the aquarium room, eating the strawberries with some chocolate.

zoro walked towards you. "do you know how angry I was?" you smiled at him. "I know love, I know you better than you" "well then you must know why I came here to you?"

"you want some help?" you smirked at the sight of him. "I don't want help, I'll do the things myself"

the next thing you knew, you were pinned down on the bench, his hand holding yours down causing your hands to bruise. he drilled himself inside you. each time hitting your cervix and getting deeper. you moaned uncontrollably, enough for others around the room to hear your activities. as soon as you came on his throbbing cock, and he poured his juices inside your cunt.

he headed down to your cunt. licking you, eating you out, like some hungry beast, hungry since days for this taste. you shrieked loudly at the feeling. he shoved his fingers inside you, making you squirt.

"you wanna moan too loudly today huh?" he grabbed the strawberries and chocolate kept nearby and shoved it in your mouth. silencing you. time after time you came, but he didn't stop till you passed out from exhaustion. "you're mine darling" he let out a cheeky smile.

"come on let us go bath" he said and picked you up. jealous zoro was too much for you but you couldn't deny the enjoyment you received.

[bl00dsuccker]

beginning, middle, end - e-42!miles

100% based of the iconic A Different World wedding scene

if you haven’t watched it, what are you doing with your life??

posting another ver for e-1610!miles because i love both of my bookies 😚

warning: google translated spanish

got spiderverse themed divider from @//saradika

even though it’s not implied, this was written with a black!reader in place so take that as you will <3

this is the song the title is based off of, you don’t have to listen to it but i love it

what were you doing? why were you doing this ?

you’d bullshitted your way into a relationship that served more harm than it did good. it was just supposed to be a placeholder, it was supposed to make him jealous, make him come to his senses instead of the usual, you going to him. you wanted it differently, but when 1 month turned into 1 year and that turned into 3…you knew he wasn’t going to come to you. he didn’t care as much as you thought or maybe his ego

the walk down the aisle was heart wrenching, and agonizingly slow. the big dress you wore felt like one hundred bricks and the eyes of everyone on you in the altar made it all the more worse. you had to force yourself to control your breathing as you neared your groom.

you want this. you want this. you want this.

you do not want this.

you want something completely different. you want someone completely different.

“you look beautiful, my love.” your groom said as he smiled. the name sounded so much different in english.

you gave him a small smile, not wanting to use your voice.

the preacher went on and on, the usual stuff about weddings and holy matrimony, but all you could think about was the man that you were not marrying, the man who had too much pride to right his wrongs, the man who gave you a goddamn headache, the man you wanted to just strangle until he got his sense returned to him, the man whose smile was very rare to see but when you did see it, you wanted to cherish it forever.

goddamnit, you weren’t supposed to be thinking about him at your own wedding! you weren’t supposed to be thinking about any man at your wedding.

“i do.” your groom answered the preacher.

shiiiit.

the preacher turned to you and began to talk about sickness and in health for richer for poor the who spiel and all you could hear was your beating heart and then silence, complete silence. no preacher talking, no talking of the vows, just eerie silence.

“baby?” the groom asked as he looked at his fiancée.

you snapped out of your trance to look at him, “hm?” you asked.

“are you okay?” he muttered.

no, you weren’t okay, but how could you tell your groom that? what could you even blame it on? cold feet? wedding day jitters? miles? no. you couldn’t blame it on anything. anything but being in love with someone other than your fiancée.

the more you went on being silent, the congregation started to murmur amongst themselves. whispers of ‘will she, won’t she’ and many other murmurs that were driving you crazy.

“what’s going on?”

“yeah!”

“are you gonna marry the guy or what?!”

the voices made you more anxious, the thought of speaking right now sent shockwaves through your body and you felt your mind start to race—

“will you, ma?”

a voice louder than the rest spoke out. the voice you’d been waiting to hear for 3 years, the voice you’d heard in your dreams, the voice you had reminisced about, daydreamed about. you turned around to make sure you weren’t dreaming him, and thank god you weren’t.

even at a wedding, he still donned his limited edition jordan’s he never looked finer in a suit and tie.

“te amo, hermosa y si me tienes, quiero que seas mi esposa. sé que no estuve allí, lo siento por no venir, antes era demasiado orgullosa pero no puedo vivir sin ti, hermosa, estaré mejor—” (i love you, beautiful and if you'll have me, i want you to be my wife. i know i wasn't there, i'm sorry for not coming around, i was too prideful before but i can't live without you, hermosa, i'll be better—)

“what is he even saying? get him out of here!” your groom yelled as a bunch of his groomsmen went to go grab miles.

“i’m telling her she don’t need to be with your ugly ass—get the hell off me!” miles yelled out and a slur or curses in spanish. you were so far in your mind that you hadn’t noticed miles’ uncle, aaron, getting up to defend his nephew.

miles had yelled your name as they all pushed him backwards, towards the door.

“will you have me, miles, as your lawfully wedded husband from this day forth? to have and to hold in richer for poorer? baby please, please!”

“i do!” you blurted out, not even needing time to think about your answer. the whole congregation gasped.

“what?” your groom looked at you, wide eyes. he tugged your arm so that you’d focus on him instead of miles who was no longer being pushed toward the door but instead he was breathing heavy and staring at you while the men that had tried to drag him out had stopped to look at you, all eyes were on you and this time, and it didn’t feel anxiety inducing.

“she said ‘i do’!” someone from the congregation yelled.

“but who the hell to?” someone else replied

“i…i’m sorry. i can’t marry you.” the emphasis on ‘you’ should have told him everything you need to know. you looked back at miles and tugged your arm away from your wilted groom.

miles had tugged himself away from the groomsmen & stared at you. you practically ran to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and locked your lips together. he’d wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and turning you around.

to your surprise, most of the congregation applauded in celebration while the others left with the groom.

“well, is someone getting married or what?!” the preacher questioned.

“we are.” miles responded back as pulled away from you and set you down, grabbing your hand & making your way to the altar.

“by the power vested in me i now pronounce you man and wife you—“ miles had already leaned you over to kiss you before the preacher could finish his sentence. “—may now kiss the bride.” the preacher finished quickly. everyone clapped and cheered, you could see the cameras flash behind your closed eyes.

now this is what you wanted.

miles pulled you back up & looked at you with such love and affection.

“mi esposa.” he said to you before picking you up bridal style, causing you to giggle, and taking off down the altar.

this is definitely what you wanted.

©️ 2023 BL00DSUCCKER

[raibebe]

Cloud nine

Genre: suggestive Words: 1.821 Prompt: pilot Jaemin x female reader Warnings: :] none..? A cock is getting touched through fabric?

A/N: Yeah :] raibebe comeback? I guess? This is basically all foreplay and I'm just edging you guys for the smut :]

“Psst, hey,” your coworker hissed while she was preparing a drink for someone seated in first class, confidently handling the wine glass despite the movement of the plane. “What?” You giggled, looking up from the book you were reading while most of the people on the flight had gone to sleep, meaning you finally had some time to yourself between crying children and Karens complaining about stuff you couldn’t change in the first place. “Come over here.” “What’s gotten into you?” You shook your head but walked over anyway, huddling close to her in the small space of the kitchenette. “I think the co-pilot is into you,” she whispered, wiggling her eyebrows for extra measure. “What? Mister Na?” “He sooo kept looking at you when he made his round through first class.” “Please, he probably was just making sure there were no weird drunks again,” you tried to wave it off, shuddering at the memory of your last flight where a drunk businessman had made so many misplaced comments and wouldn’t keep his hands to himself that one of the male staff had to step in. 

“You should shoot your shot. Catch yourself a nice and handsome pilot.” “You’re reading too many romance novels,” you just rolled your eyes like you hadn’t been reading one a minute ago. “I’m serious. At least slip him your number or something when you’re bringing them their next meal,” she grinned. “I’m not supposed to-“ “Well at least one of us has to invest in your love life,” she shrugged, leaving with the drink she had prepared for one of the rich businessmen seated in first class. Shaking your head, you went back to your book but not without throwing a quick look towards the cockpit’s door that of course was locked like it was supposed to be on long flights like this. 

Getting off an intercontinental flight was always extra rewarding, especially when you were staying at such a nice hotel as this in a tropical country, with all expenses covered by your company before you had to fly back after a day of relaxing. “Slip him your room number,” your coworker hissed as you waited at the reception for everyone to receive their key cards, the pilots last as they were ogled both by the women behind the reception desk and whoever was currently walking across the lobby. You couldn’t blame them though. The two pilots were so different that there was something for everyone’s taste: It was either the middle-aged pilot who you assumed was extruding just the right amount of daddy energy to be sexy if it wasn’t for the wedding band on his finger. And Co-Pilot Na just looked like he was ready to walk on a runway with his neatly styled hair, just the right amount of dyed strands falling into his strong eyebrows, and his suit jacket lazily thrown over his shoulder. The perfectly messy look was completed by a couple of buttons undone on his white dress shirt, exposing his collar bones and teasing the swell of his chest muscles while his tie hung loosely around his neck. And if all of that wasn’t enough, he of course wore a pair of big mirrored sunglasses on the elegant slope of his nose. 

“Stop staring at him and actually do it,” your coworker brought you back to reality when you were captured by the sweet smile co-pilot Na was flashing to the blushing receptionist as he received his key card for his room with polite hands. “He’s probably tired and this is a stupid idea,” you hissed, elbowing her in the stomach when she tried to argue right as the pilots made their way over to the rest of the cabin crew, hoping that would finally make her drop the whole topic. 

“Let’s have a nice stay everybody,” the older one of the pilots smiled almost fatherly, “Enjoy your stay and I will see you again on our flight back in 36 hours.” With that, he tipped his captain’s hat and made his way over to the elevators, his phone already in hand, probably to call his family as soon as he was in the comfort of his room. “What he said,” Co-Pilot Na simply grinned, running a hand through his hair to further mess up the once meticulously styled strands. But for some reason it only made him look more attractive. “They said the drinks at the bar are pretty good, just be sober by the time we have to be on the plane again.” You didn’t know if his words truly were funny or if his face did most of the work but it had most of the girls from the cabin crew giggling almost shyly. “I’ll see you around then,” he waved you off as well, pulling his small carry-on across the lobby. 

“Do it,” your colleague hissed again, quickly pulling you with her to follow the handsome Co-pilot to the elevator. “I’m not that desperate,” you hissed back but let her squeeze the three of you into the elevator anyways. Thank god none of you had problems with claustrophobia despite how tight the fit was with three adults and your carry-ons. “Where are you getting off?” He asked politely, already pressing the button for the seventh floor for himself. “Sixth for me,” your colleague smiled sweetly. “I’m on sixth as well,” you tried to smile as well while simultaneously pinching your colleague who was not so subtly trying to push you closer to the handsome pilot like you weren’t already invading his personal space. 

“Have a good night, rest well,” he smiled once you had stepped out onto your floor, always the polite gentleman. “You too, Mister Na,” your coworker smiled just as the doors closed. “Did you do it?” She asked excitedly the second the doors slid closed in front of Co-pilot Na’s handsome face. “What? Of course not,” you rolled your eyes, pulling your carry-on down the hallway to find your room. “You better make a move on him tomorrow at the pool then.” “Co-Pilot Na doesn’t get into the pool,” you immediately answered, only to quickly regret bringing it up when your coworker’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god. You already know him more intimately.” “I flew with him a handful of times and have never seen him at the pool or at the beach. That’s all,” you tried to explain yourself but you knew you had dug this grave for yourself to lay in. “So you kept an eye out for him,” she wiggled her brows. “Oh please, even I can admit he’s good-looking,” you rolled your eyes, quickly unlocking your room to end the conversation, “Good night.” “You’re absolutely no fun,” she sighed but waved you off anyways, promising to text you so you could go have breakfast together. 

Groaning loudly once you were in your room, you quickly looked around the room and the bathroom that was attached, noticing the big bathtub you were surely going to use later to loosen up your tense muscles from walking in heels for close to ten hours. But for now, all you wanted was to get out of your uniform and faceplant into the soft-looking mattress. But alas, you couldn’t just rip it off of your body when you didn’t want to spend your free time ironing it again. 

Just when you were down to your blouse - your blazer and pants already neatly hung away - someone knocked at your door. Not really thinking about it, you opened it without even checking who had knocked, coming face to face with a grinning Co-Pilot. “Well hello there,” he grinned, giving you a quick once over as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed in front of his chest so his dress shirt was fitting even more snugly, his suit jacket and tie nowhere to be seen. “Your lovely coworker slipped me this note with your room number.” To prove his point, he held up a little piece of paper between two of his fingers. “Oh my god, she didn’t,” you groaned, ripping it from his grip to read the cheesy and provocative message. 

“Guess she caught me staring at you.” “You’re not even half as sneaky as you think you are.” “How do you expect me to keep my eyes off of you if you look like this?” He spoke lowly, unashamedly looking at your exposed cleavage before he sneaked his arms around your waist only to grab two handfuls of your panty-clad ass so he could roughly pull you against his chest. “At least get into the room first, Mister,” you laughed hoarsely, slipping your hands up his chest to feel the solid musicale beneath your fingertips. “Maybe I like the thrill,” he sighed, leaning in until his lips barely grazed yours when he spoke. “You’re the worst, Na Jaemin,” you sighed, getting lost in his dark eyes. “You love it though,” Jaemin whispered, his long lashes fluttering as he closed his eyes. “I do,” you smiled before finally closing the distance between your lips to softly kiss him, languidly moving them together. 

But like so often, it didn’t stay chaste like that once Jaemin licked over your bottom lip to demand entrance that you easily granted him, mewling into his mouth as he walked you back into your room, carelessly kicking the door shut. “Too bad you’re already out of your uniform. Would have loved fucking you in that,” he groaned, kissing down your neck. “You like it that much?” You teased, cupping his hardening cock through his slacks. “Do you have any idea how good your ass looks in these pants?” Your snarky reply got stuck in your throat when Jaemin raked his teeth over your fluttering pulse, knowing full well you’d get into trouble if he were to leave marks. 

“If we wouldn’t both lose our jobs, I’d have made us part of the mile-high club already,” he promised, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on your exposed skin. “The bathrooms are way too cramped for that,” you groaned, making quick work of the buttons of Jaemin’s dress shirt so you could feel his skin beneath your fingertips. “You could ride me in the cockpit,” he moaned, carelessly shucking his shirt off before he pushed you down onto the mattress. “Putting the cock in cockpit,” you giggled, scooting up until you rested against the plush pillows. “I’d rather put it in you,” he joked, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows. “Shut up or you’ll not put your dick anywhere,” you rolled your eyes but opened your legs for him anyways, showing him the lacy underwear you wore today that he had gifted you when he had come back from his last flight to Rome. “Oh I know just what’ll shut me up,” he moaned, climbing onto the bed and between your legs to suck a bruise to the inside of your thigh.

[oogaboogaspookyman]

Heehoo Rosebud prom fic let's fucking GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

B belongs to @ilovejoll !

[BLOOM TOGETHER]

It's a beautiful day, free of Solver bullshit, and the gang is free to have a normal life for once

"You are cordially invited to a do-over prom, as both a thank you for saving the planet and to simply just have a good uninterrupted prom as it was previously ruined by the Doll incident. There will be drinks, food, dancing, music and more. We hope to see you there. Signed Liam" Uzi read the note.

"Uhhhh..." Uzi looked at N, then V, then B, expecting an answer or something.

"Prom sounds good! I'd like to have a normal one for once, unlike the last two! Haha!" N joked, "ow-" and getting a soft punch on the shoulder from V for making a joke about the gala. Hypocrite makes jokes about murder and all that stuff but she won't handle jokes about the gala what a frickin' jerk.

"I'd really like it, if i'm being honest, first actual prom where i get to show off with no freaks to get in the way!" V spoke ego. Jerk.

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Smily face. Excitement.

"No." B deadpanned.

"Whaaa?? Why not??" N whined.

"I'm not going there, no thank you." B crossed their arms.

"Finally we agree on something! Yeah i'm not going either, i would rather kiss B than wear some stupid dress again" Uzi deadpanned.

"What the fu" B is giving Uzi a strong questioning glare.

"If it makes y'all happy you're wearing suits instead!" V groaned, earning an "EW THAT TIGHT SHIT?! NUH UH!" from Uzi. She hates prom in general.

"What if i wore a dress?" N asked, trying to convince Uzi. Uzi just looked at him like a puppy begging for food. "I'll take that as a yes!"

"Uzi you are weak." B deadpanned once again, now fully throwing their short-lived respect for Uzi out of the window.

"I'll wear a dress for you~" V spoke in a sing-songy tone, trying to convince B. They just looked at the nothingness, imagining V in a dress. "You can wear whatever you like!"

...

"UGHH fine i'm going too" B groaned, slouching in defeat as V puts her fists in the air in victory.

Finally. Oh and we ran out of. Batteries. Just saying

The door is kicked open by a bundle of legs (minus one, to whom it belongs seems to be against kicking doors).

"Hey guys we shouldn't be kicking doors..? Seems kinda disrespectful" N put his hands on his hips as he looks disapprovingly at the gals.

"It's an authority thing, you'll get it one day!" V, however, waved her hand at it, dismissing it and earning an "Alright..?" from N.

And lo and behold, the gang is all here! N is wearing a white dress with wavy cyan accents and fluff at the bottom of it. V is wearing a short red dress with a thigh cut that seems a little tight for her, which she (apparently) doesn't mind. Uzi is wearing a grey suit with purple and yellow accents and Cyn is wearing her iconic bow. B is wearing a dark grey suit with red accents and a red tie with black stripes. They're all ready and dressed up for prom!

"Back at it again at the Krispy Kreme!" Uzi exclaimed with pride. She is cringe and she is free.

The entire room went quiet (yes the music stopped too) and looked at the gang like they were fucking insane. Especially Uzi, but that's something i don't need to specify if we're being honest.

...

"Isn't this supposed to be a thank you for saving this stupid frickin' planet?!" Uzi exclaimed once more, now outraged by the reaction from the students.

The host is right. Don't be liars now.

"There's my new bestieeeee!" Lizzy walks up to V and hugs her, earning a low growl from B and thus letting go immediately to calmly say "Gurl chill out we're just besties hugging each other"

"Anywayyy the freak is right, this is a thank you prom for saving the planet of Copper 9 and we should make it as such for her, so as much as we don't like her we should set aside our..." She turned to look at Uzi, like she's judging her for no frickin' reason, then sighs in presumably defeat "Huge differences and treat her like a hero, alright everyone?"

... Metaphorical crickets.

"Yeah let's not be uncool with Uz? She saved our home!" Thad added as the entire room was quiet in a mixed bag of doubt, fear, disgust and so on.

The room suddenly explodes in cheering and joy, showering the heros in respect and love. The music continues.

"b-bite me..." Uzi had never experienced this much love before, aside from N, so she's flustered and maybe defensive.

Prom is going swell, with everyone dancing to the music and enjoying their time here, some drinking the punch that is hopefully not spiked and having their share of the snacks.

As they dance and dance, eat their share of the snacks, and hopefully don't get drunk from the punch, something tugs at B's hand.

"Ah?" was B's response to it, and they turn to see V with a smile on her face.

She points at the dancing floor with her thumb, asking them if they'd like to dance with her, and B's response was a nod. It's a yes, then!

Suddenly, B is pulled to the dancing floor and it's as if time slowed down with the music...

"Do you know how to dance?" V asked, and B responds with "I guess?", unsure of themself at the moment.

"Only one way to find out~" B loves when V gets all daring and fearless. They love that about her.

One foot, then the other. One foot, then the next. One to the right, the other to the left. Fucked it up? That's okay, you can try again. One foot, then the other.

It's when they finally begin to dance properly that the rest of the students at the dancing floor suddenly back off and start cheering them on and the music starts building up to the drop.

And then... To the sky the lovebirds fly, away from everything.

Woah.

Uzi looks at the two of them in the sky, mouth agape and eyes wide open, hollowed out from the surprise. She looks at N and points at the scene at the sky, "I wanna do that too!"

"Maybe one day, let's just let them have this one!" N chuckles.

It's so quiet up here, in the sky, the music is faint and the noise is practically nonexistant. It's just the two of them now, hugging each other, yet leaning their faces away to not make accidental contact.

"Do you remember that time we met?" B asked in a soft tone of voice, reminiscing.

"God yeah. You were kinda a dork confessing to me that day, y'know?" V teased playfully, earning a "hhh yeaaaa" from an embarrassed B.

...

"I have no idea what to say to you, i want this moment to be perfect..." B looks away before looking back at the Dissassembly Drone female's eyes.

"Then don't say anything... It's already perfect when you're in it, okay?" V reassures them that everything is okay, as long as they're together. Nothing is in the way of anyone anymore, they get to have a normal life in Copper 9 now, there is nothing stopping them from starting a family if they so wished... It's over, they can rest.

"I love you..."

"I love you too, B..."

The lovebirds lean in for a kiss, and stay like that for a bit before pulling away, giggling like little children at each other as their foreheads touch. They can see their own eyes in the other's visor.

It's all gonna be okay now. It's over.

[THE END]

[babydaddyleorio]

01. ties

“Hey, nice tie.”

Your voice bounced off the four walls enclosing you and your mute co-worker— the one who you’ve been trying to ease out of their unwavering shell for the longest, that is. He was quite the rigid guy, always punctual with his tasks and never harboring an interest to mingle with the rest of the floor. Though, despite his persistent efforts to blend into the corporate background, your curiosity lured you toward him as the days continued to pass. He was very handsome with defined cheeks and pressed suits that showed off his toned physique. Still, even with his overwhelming attractiveness, your interest in him stemmed more from the discreet nature he had surrounding him.

Nanami then turned his head upon realizing you were speaking to him. The two of you stood shoulder to shoulder in the building’s small elevator that slowly rose to your destinations.

“Thank you,” Nanami replied curtly before eyeing you slightly. “It was a gift.”

You looked at his neck, then at the tie with bananas break-dancing and wearing sunglasses hitched in a perfect knot. 

You cracked a small smile. “Whoever got it for you has taste, then.”

Nanami glanced down at his tie before his cheeks faintly tinted with red, suddenly embarrassed by the childish choice of design. “It… wasn’t my first pick.”

“That makes sense. I never expected you to wear something like that.” You hummed understandably.

Nanami paused at your words before raising an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

You noticed his questioning gaze as you shrugged your shoulders in response.

“I’m just used to seeing you be so serious all the time.” You smiled, but your tone was honest. “I guess just catching you in something not so black and white suits you better.”

“We are at work, so being serious is necessary,” Nanami replied matter-of-factly, causing you to laugh lightly.

“Yeah, but everyone needs a little color in their life, you know? Otherwise, life gets boring.”

Nanami tilted his head as he silently considered your words. He wasn’t being completely honest before, he didn’t get this tie as a gift and he had actually gotten the tie simply because he wanted to. He never wore the rest of his bold ties because he considered them to be unprofessional for the workplace, but since he had skipped laundry day yesterday, he had no choice but to wear the one he had on now. 

Your eyes flickered to the ascending number on the steel wall and you saw that your stop was next. You politely offered Nanami your name while adjusting the bag on your arm to which he gave you his as well.

 “And uh—”  The elevator’s doors parted as you stepped out to leave, but not before you looked over your shoulder with a warm expression. “I would hate for this to be the last time we talk.”

The door to the elevator closed, leaving Nanami in deep thought as his body rose once more.

The next morning, Nanami stood in front of his closet with a creased forehead. He placed one hand on his hip as he lifted his arm to skim through his clothes. Then, he found himself taking the hidden ties that were deep in his closet and pushing them to the front. Although, there was one in particular that caught his eye.

Nanami twisted the silk material between his fingers. It was a bright yellow one with navy blue polka dots splattered all across the front. It surely wasn’t what he normally wore to work. His attire was always pristine and presentable, but Nanami now figured that it wouldn’t hurt to spice his style up a little. After all, wearing the same thing can come across as boring, so he heard. Nanami took the tie from its hanger and walked to stand in front of the mirror on the wall.

And as he placed it around his neck, Nanami briefly wondered If you’d like this tie, too.

Then, he smiled.

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[sabcandoit]

Helloz, I wanted to ask for a fic of Spider-Noir with a assistant s/o that takes their job very seriously and acts more like an assistant than an actual partner (bonus points if they call him 'bos' or 'sir' casually)

you can make it any gender and smut or fluff, I don't care that much about that

Thank you for the request!

It Can Wait

Spiderman Noir x Female reader

Summary: Peter works as the boss of some important company and you are his girlfriend assistant. Reader takes her job super seriously and keeps rejecting Peter, but eventually, she doesn't ;)

Warnings: Smut! Handjob, unprotected sex, established relationship, pet names, semi-public? Not really? Oh yeah also reader is annoyingly grumpy lol

A/N: Thank you guys for the support! As always, my requests are open. I plan on getting to everyone's, but I like to put quality and time into each one so it may take a while. Enjoy! <3

“Peter, no.” He was kissing your temple from behind you, while you sat at your desk, annoyed. Even though you two were dating, you worked as his assistant and had to keep it professional. You spent most of your days behind this desk in this large penthouse doing paperwork or sorting through God knows what. He came to revisit you, impossibly bored from the lack of distress the world was in. He brought flowers and lots of unwanted affection. “Darling, I can’t help it, I miss you.” 

“Well, it can wait until after work.” You replied monotonously, ignoring his hold and kisses. “It can’t… I need you” he said in an aroused and low voice. You didn't take the bait though and swatted him away. He stood up straight with his arms crossed and furrowed eyebrows. “Darling, don’t give me the cold shoulder…” he cocked his head to the side as you turned in your chair to work on the other side of your desk with an unbothered face. You looked up, seeing a customer walking through the doors and asking you a question. “I have an appointment with Dr. Parker?” 

“Oh, yes!” you smiled with a handful of papers in your hands, “One moment, please.” You turned around in your seat to see Peter still standing right there. You looked up at him with a neutral expression, saying “Sir, you have a patient.” He gazed at you with a raised brow and smirk, lingering there for a bit trying to make your impartial demeanor falter. After no success, he looked up at the person and smiled with his arms raised, “Come right this way!”. As he led the patient to his office, he looked back down at you with intense eyes. You met his stare with the same neutrality as earlier.

The rest of the day went by somewhat smoothly, customers came and went and Peter must have taken the hint and stopped bothering you. That doesn't mean he stopped glancing at you though. It was late and you packed up. It took you a while to lock up everything. Peter was walking out of his office, locking the door behind him. He tried to keep his suitcase and papers from falling out of his hands while his glasses lowered down his nose. He wore his usual black suit, the tie loosened a bit and his hair slightly messy from the day. After completing that, he looked up and adjusted his glasses while looking at you. You were wearing an average blouse and pencil skirt. Earlier, you had on a flattering suit coat but it was now in your arms along with some documents you planned on taking home. 

“Hey Beautiful,” he flirted while walking near you. “Hello Peter,” you replied with a sigh, still annoyed.

 “Is someone upset with me?” he chuckled, setting his items on the desk. You looked up at him through your eyebrows and stood up straight. Your bodies were close and he smirked down at you. “Ok, ma’am.” he raised his hands up defensively with a joking inflection. He followed you as you made your way to the doors, speaking, “Peter, I don’t appreciate your advances. When we are at work we are expected to be professional, that includes-” Before you could finish your sentence he grabbed you by the waist and kissed you smoothly. Your surprised eyes became irritated, but you let him continue to kiss. A few more seconds pass before you both part. He pants a bit before saying “How am I expected to act professional around you?” You just looked at him, peeved, “Peter.” He chuckled again and lowered his head down your neck, kissing and nuzzling into it. “I’m being serious.” 

“Who knew you were such a tease?” he scoffed, smirking, “You must’ve known what you were doing when you called me sir…” he mumbled, pushing your blouse out of the way to kiss your collarbone. You stood expressionlessly as he did this, pursing your lips.“So pretty,” he hummed. You looked up at the ceiling and eventually swung your paper-filled hands around his back. You felt him crack a smile after feeling you reciprocate the hug, but you were still displeased. Now your blouse was getting stretched out by Peter’s efforts, him kissing your upper breasts. You started trying to push him off, but he only hugged you more. “Enough Pete,” you flatly said, finally making your way out of his grasp. He looked down at you with smirking eyes and kept his hands on your hips. “Oh doll, don't be so stubborn, stay awhile. Sit with me?” he gestured toward the leather couch in the lobby. You gave him a dry stare. “Please?” he pressed. You sighed and walked over to the couch, Peter directly behind you.

 As you both sat down, he slung an arm over your shoulders and leaned into your side, getting comfortable. “It’s been a long day,” he spoke. “I missed you.” he flirted. “We saw each other an hour ago.” you scoffed. “Yeah? Well, I can still miss my girl, even if I see her.” He replied, twirling your hair in his finger. You looked at him with tired eyes and an awkward smile, giving in a bit. “Aw, I’m making you smile…” he chuckled, taking any chance of lightening the mood. He brought a hand up to your mouth, holding your chin up as he leaned in and kissed you gently. You kissed back, causing him to grow even more passionate. “Hmm,” he groaned into the kiss, his hands now lowering down your waist as you both pulled away to breathe momentarily. When you came back again, he leaned further into you on the couch, his hard-on becoming ever so apparent. “Peter,” you moaned into a kiss, bringing your hand to his chest, pulling slightly on his loose tie. “What a knockout,” he muttered, grasping your body and trying to shove off your skirt. He successfully got your skirt off as you sloppily unbuttoned his shirt. He parted from the kiss and pulled the rest of it off impatiently. You watched him with hungry eyes, still trying to conceal your desires at the sight of his muscular and hairy chest. You started throwing your hair up in a ponytail, arms in the air, and the hair tie in your mouth. He grabbed your hips again, smirking down at you putting your hair up. After you did, you kissed him a few times sweetly. 

He thought to himself that he needed you on his dick right now, but you were taking your sweet time playing with him. First, it was rejecting his efforts, then denying him any affection, but now it was taking forever to end the foreplay. “I need help,” you asked, turning your back to him and pointing to the zipper on your blouse. He groaned quietly as he unzipped it, making the blouse sleeves fall to your shoulders. When you turned back to him, he couldn't hold back. You looked ravishingly beautiful. “Darling, may I?’ he whispered in your ear, impossibly close to you and your dropping blouse. You looked at him with sincere eyes and nodded with a tiny smile. He kissed your cheek and jaw, wrapping his arms around you and pulling down your blouse. You laid your arms around his lower waist, moaning. He cupped your bra-covered breasts and grinded his erection on your clothed area, uttering praises in your ear as the situation intensified. 

You unzipped his pants with sultry eyes and pulled them down just enough to see his boxers and hard-on. “It’s not a show and tell doll,” he huskily spoke, chuckling and lessening his grip on your waist. You looked up at him with an annoyed yet playful face before pulling down the boxers and holding his cock. He sucked in a breath, not expecting you to be so bold. You then began to move your hand up and down, encompassing his precum lathered shaft. You looked down at your work, bringing up a free hand to put some hair behind your ear. Peter was lost in pleasure, whimpering under your hold, but he took a moment to look at you while you put your hair back. He almost melted at your beauty, watching this. “Is that it?” you said under your breath, still very focused on pleasing Peter. He only leaned his head back and moaned. Your pace quickened and didn’t stop. He tried to sit up and touch you in any way, but he was too stimulated. “Shit,” he let out. You smirked up at him, almost sadistic-like before pausing and pulling down your panties.

 You sat on his hips, straddling him as you led his dick into you. He cried out again, high on arousal, and let you ride him. “Quiet, Peter” you shushed, trying not to make any sounds yourself. He sucked in his breath and held it, still watching you satisfy yourself on him. Your hands were on either side of him and your hair swung down, tickling both of you.  He took both breasts in his hands and kneaded them while clenching his teeth in passion. He grumbled in his baritone voice, “Sweetheart, please.” as you softly mewled. “Fuck,” you mumbled before slowing down and feeling his erection fill you with his cum. He gasped and thrusted into you as this happened, both of you making lewd noises. You leaned onto his body, him still very much so in you, as he relaxed his own on the couch again. Both panting and holding on to each other, he kissed the top of your head. “Thank you,” he murmured hoarsely. You smiled and held him tighter.

@kairiscorner @miguelswifey04 hope you guys like this one! <33

[aliasrocket]

I just thought of the most specific Rocket Raccoon scenario ever — the guardians receive a commission from a planet that has a victorian era vibe especially to their clothing and the guardians including Rocket had to wear victorian era clothes to fit in …

(I have a LOT of scenarios regarding this so pls lmk if you guys want more of these! I could honestly write it into a fic at this point oml)

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It was probably just a bit past 11pm when Rocket called, the night was silent and you were just finished getting ready for bed when he called you.

Due to his tech, you both are able to project a hologram of yourselves through your phone as a way to communicate, meaning you had a clear visual of Rocket’s entire body floating in your room.

His black suit was not made of the usual silk; the texture seemed to be of dense wool. He wore a white dress shirt inside and a black tie to match. Closely hugging his small waist was a black vest that had been buttoned all the way down with the exception of the button at the very bottom. The sleeves of both the coat and the dress shirt had been neatly rolled up above just one of his forearms, making his supposedly symmetrical suit unsymmetrical.

That wasn’t exactly a bad thing, though. In fact, the arm that had been a little more exposed had gained more attention from you than the other—you watched the way his muscles tensed when he would curl his fingers around anything.

He was just kicking off his dress shoes when you picked up and right of the bat your jaw was left hanging at the sight.

“Hey, princess,” Rocket greeted, a little more wearier than you would have expected. He stood with his hands on his hips, pushing the body of his coat back just a little to reveal his hips. “Fuck, today was a bust.”

“What happened?” You asked, eyes finally parting with his stature and now moving up to his rugged expression.

“Nah, apparently the lady who supposedly has the fortune doesn’t have the damn fortune,” Rocket explained with an angered strain in his voice. “We went through all this effort, dressed so damn formally just so we would be treated like everyone else and now I—”

“Wait, Rocket, isn’t this classified information?” You shook your head, finally snapping out of your less than innocent thoughts of Rocket in his current outfit. “You shouldn’t be telling me about these things right?”

“Yeah?” Rocket sharply exhaled from his nose, a smug grin overwhelming the look of exhaustion that had been dragging down his already greying features. “Fuck those rich brats, ‘s not like I signed a contract or something. Anyway I show up at the discussed address and—”

“Rocket, they hired you.”

“Yeah hired me to stick a gun up the asshole of anyone who comes in the way of this mission, they ain’t saints, princess.” Rocket pulled at his shirt’s rolled up sleeve, letting it fall to his wrist without letting you give a proper goodbye. Not that you’d let him know you were staring, anyway.

Rocket's jaw clenched, and you decided maybe it wasn't the best idea to push it further especially when he was already irritable and tired.

“Okay so I get to the house right, almost fuckin’ blow the brains of that broad’s bodyguards the fuck out—” Rocket paused his rant when he rolled his coat sleeve down, now shrugging off his jacket and only testing just how fitted all his clothes had been. His chest flexed as he pulled his shoulders back, sliding sleeves off his arms only to reveal his clothed biceps restrained in his shirt. Each wrinkle and each fold in his clothes only further teased that Rocket was completely and utterly clothed.

“And finally I get to hold my damn blaster under her chin only to find she doesn’t even have so much as a goddamn clue as to where her fuckin’ fortune is. And now? I gotta clean her damn snot and tears off my fuckin’ blaster. D’asted little shit.”

Rocket’s fingers popped off the buttons of his vest in one swift motion and the vest was discarded in seconds, leaving his black tie and his shirt that hugged at Rocket’s enchanced pectoral muscles.

His head tilted as he tugged at the knot of his tie. You were hallucinating, right? There was absolutely no way Rocket was loosening that tie slower than it had to be, pulling it to the side as his protruding knuckles gave attention to his hands and the way they clasped onto his tie and tossed it aside so gracefully.

Oh, shit. You bit your lip when Rocket unbuttoned his dress shirt with one hand, the first button coming off so easily to reveal a white undershirt. The thought of Rocket in only a singlet had sent you melting against the pillows of your bed.

You were probably frowning at this point, tunneling on Rocket’s hand working through each of his buttons with ease before Rocket was getting the shirt off too.

And there it was again, the flexing of his chest when he pulled the shirt out and shrugged it off, and finally he was all yours—his biceps, forearms, and hell, even some parts of his chest were—

“Hey,” Rocket called loudly along with your name.

“Huh?”

“Called you five times, you didn’t respond,” Rocket said. His hands were on his hips once more but this time, his chest had been heaving, some parts of it uncovered by his singlet like something of a boob window. “Are you zoning out?”

“Uh … something like that.”

[lost-walmartbag]

Prom with Eric Cartman

Warnings: Swearing

Background: In this one-shot you and your boyfriend, Eric Cartman go to prom together

Status: Request Open

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Your senior year wasn't very eventful but when prom was coming around you wanted to make it memorable. Unfortunately, your boyfriend, Eric didn't feel like going. You sulked around for a few days about it as you didn't want to push him to go if he truly didn't want to.

"So what are you guys wearing to prom?" Wendy asked

"My dress is a surprise," Bebe said proudly.

"I don't think I'm going." You mutter pushing your food around with your spork.

"What? How can you not go it's like the only thing we get to do this year." Bebe said

"I know but Eric said he doesn't want to go and I don't want to push it." You say with a sigh

"Man fuck Eric go with us!" Wendy said.

"I think I'll just stay home it doesn't feel right if I can't go with Eric." You say taking a sip of your drink

Wendy groaned and suddenly you look up seeing Eric walking over to you with a determined look on his face. You give him a confused look as he comes up to you and takes your hands.

"What's up?" You say with a slight smile.

"Y/N every prom king needs a prom queen so.." He says getting down on one knee and pulling out a corsage and smiling up at you. "Do me the honor of going with me."

You let out a small gasp as you truly didn't believe Eric would ask to go as he told you how much he didn't want to. You smile and blush a bit as you realize everyone is looking at the two of you waiting for your answer just as Eric was.

"I thought you didn't want to go." You say quietly looking down at him.

"Well, I can't let someone else win prom king," Eric said but you could tell he was lying as he was blushing and looked away as he said it. "Do you want to go or not? My knee hurts."

You giggle and nod smiling brightly. "Of course, I'll go with you."

Eric smiled almost seeming shocked that you said yes. He stood up and slipped the corsage on your wrist. Some people clapped mostly just Eric's friends but Wendy seemed a bit disappointed but happy for both of you.

After that, you were so excited for prom. You wanted it all to be perfect as this was honestly the first real romantic thing you would do with Eric. You picked out a floor-length red dress covered in glitter. It hugged your body perfectly and showed some cleavage. You let Eric pick his own suit but told him he had to have red accents. He was a bit relucent at first but didn't tell you as he did want to make you happy.

On the day of prom, you curled your hair and put on some jewelry that went with the dress. You didn't wear heals but rather flats that were covered by your dress. Not only because you knew it would get uncomfortable after a while but because Eric was not that much taller than you. Your makeup was light and natural and because your dress had glitter all over your skin was covered in glitter.

"You ready?" Eric yelled from downstairs.

"Yeah gimme a sec." You yelled back putting on your lipstick and heading down quickly wearing the corsage Eric had gotten you.

As you walked downstairs Eric couldn't take his eyes off you. Once you stood in front of him he was quiet for once just looking at you. He had a light blush on his cheek and his silence was making you uncomfortable.

"D-do I look bad?" You ask looking down at your dress.

"God no. You..You look amazing." He said taking your hand.

You blushed heavier and looked up at him. You weren't used to him being so lovey-dovey with you. He usually showed his affection by teasing you or doing small things for you. He was never a compliment guy, but it felt nice.

"You look nice too." You say looking at his black suit as he wore a red tie.

"I know. We are definitely going to win." Eric said with a smirk. "Now let's go Kenny said he was going to spike the punch soon."

You laugh following him out the door as you both get to school. Once you get there you look around in awe. You had helped Wendy set up but seeing it at night was beautiful. You both walked in seeing the party in full swing seeing everyone laughing and having fun. You and Eric walk up to his friends around a table.

"Hey, guys." You say with a smile.

"Woah Y/N you look great," Kyle said with a smile.

"Hey stop hitting on my girlfriend," Eric said squeezing your hand making you laugh and Kyle roll his eyes.

"You guys came just in time they're announcing the winners for king and queen early," Kenny said.

After Kenny finished his sentence Wendy came on stage and caught everyone's attention.

"Hey everyone thank you so much for coming out tonight we hope you're having-" Wendy said before Eric cut her off.

"Get to the winners!"

Wendy seemed annoyed but took a deep breath. "The winners are.." She starts as she opens up a red envelope and lets out a groan and looks over at Eric who was smirking.

"Eric Cartman" She stated clearly displeased but not surprised. A few people gasped but clapping slowly started.

"Get up there babe." You say letting go of his hand and clapping. Eric turned back to you and smiled as he walked up stage as Jimmy put a crown on his head.

"Now your prom queen is," Wendy said opening another envelope and reading its contents. She smiled and looked over at you as you just stared at Eric. "Y/N L/N!"

Everyone started clapping and cheering as you walked up the stage where Wendy put your crown on your head. Your hands started to get a bit sweaty as you stood next to Eric and looked into the crowd seeing everyone looking at you.

"Give it up to our prom royalty! Now clear up the dance floor for the king and queen dance." Wendy said making everyone move off the dance floor as you two got off stage and the slow music started.

Eric took your hand and put his hand on your waist as he lead the dance. You smiled and put your head on his shoulder dancing along with him.

"You rigged it didn't you?" You asked quietly as you two danced.

"Just needed the extra push so that you wouldn't be dancing with anyone else." He said kissing the top of your head.

"Now everyone get on the dance floor and dance with your new South Park high prom royalty!" Wendy said as more upbeat music started.

You pulled back and smiled at Eric and kissed his lips softly. He seemed shocked but kissed back holding you close. You pulled back and started dancing to the music playing. Prom with Eric was fun while Eric truly didn't want to go he was glad he was able to make you as happy as he did. And while he would never admit it he wouldn't choose to do anything else that night.

A/N: Hey guys so sorry for being gone for so long! School was kicking my ass and a week to unwind but I really wanted to do this for prom season and unfortunately I missed it but that's okay! I hope you still liked it and Hopefully, I am able to make one of these parts for all the guys and maybe even some of the girls! Anyway as always thank you for reading I love you all 🩷🩷🩷

[michaelasworlds-blog]

Daddy’s Girl (A Hazbin OC Fanfic)

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Ch. 1: The Forgotten Decade

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Oregon, 19XX

He had been watching her for a week now, where she lived, where she went to school, and hung out with her friends. She was beautiful and he had to have her,

One late afternoon he finally got up the courage to go after her.

Now here they were, in one of his sheds, “Can't Smile Without You�� playing on the record; She was chained to a medical bed crying over Barry Manilow.

“Please! Please let me go! I won’t tell-”

“Shh!” He gagged her with a cloth. Listening for a moment he started to hear a child talking to themselves, the man rolled his eyes. “You couldn’t have waited at least an hour,” he glared at the girl still crying. The man grabbed a syringe, before walking to a closet across the room. Opening the door, a little girl was playing with a black baby doll.

“Daddy!” She smiled up at him. “Look the baby not sleep!” she showed him the doll.

“Uh oh,” he grabbed the doll. “I have to teach a lesson.”

“Oh no! Can I come out now?” The little girl asked.

The man picked her up, “Not until you’ve had your nap young lady, you know how you get when you’re cranky.”

“Awe…” the toddler pouted.

“Yeah, I know,” the man also pouted before sticking the syringe in her leg. His daughter slowly fell unconscious, he dropped her on the floor of the closet before closing the door; “Now! Where were we?” He picked a pair of pliers walking over to the medical table.

“Please..please let me go, I won’t tell anyone,” the girl on the table cried.

“Shh…” he rubbed her head. “It’s okay, I’ll let you go I just need a favor”

“Okay, fine whatever you want,” she smiled sort of relieved.

“Say ‘ahh..’ ” he pried her mouth open before putting the pliers in.

She screamed.

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Present day, Hell

“Welcome to today’s activity! Decade day!” Charlie clapped excitedly. “Everyone should be dressed as the decade they were born, and we can all mingle with each other about our favorite parts of that time period!”

Sinners dressed from the early 1700s to the present clapped before mingling with each other, the princess of hell and Vaggie walked around listening to residents complimenting outfits and critiquing them, “This is amazing! I can’t believe how many people decided to participate,” Charlie squealed.

“It’s all thanks to you babe, a lot of these new generations of sinners believe in change and want to get better-” Vaggie was interrupted by the sight of the Radio Demon in his everyday suit, “Alastor! You said you’d participate,” she groaned.

“I am, this was very popular in my day,” he fixed his tie, looking smugly at the angel.

“Bastardo engreído,” Vaggie glared.

Translation: Smug bastard.

“Well Alastor you look very spiffy,” Charlie snapped fingers guns at the overlord.

“Why thank you my dear,” Alastor smiled at her before the couple walked away.

They continued seeing everybody then got to Eric, Ezekiel, Erin and Bean. “Look at you guys! Eric I didn’t know you were born in the 80s!” Charlie looked amazed at his leather jacket.

“He’s not, he’s just copying me,” Bean crossed her arms. Her hair was teased and she wore punk rock like clothing, you could tell who actually lived through the time period.

“I put a twist on the activity, decade I lived through nah, how about a decade I should’ve been born in?” Eric smirked posing.

“He’s jealous cause his time period sucked,” Ezekiel elbowed him in the gut.

“Right.. because the 1920s were so much better,” Eric pushed him.

“Guys come on,” Vaggie rolled her eyes. “Men.”

Bean rolled her eyes, getting between the sinners to stop from fighting. Charlie was glad she had decided to stay at the hotel, she helped out a lot and joined in on activities; Charlie felt as if this was to keep Bean from thinking about something else but she was glad to have the extra help. She turned to see Erin wearing just a shirt that said “Ageless” and shorts.

“Erin! Cute top..um what decade are you from?” Charlie smiled at the siren.

“Um.. the thing is, I don’t know, I don’t know when I died all I know is that I was 16 when I died, but I don’t know when that was..” Erin looked down playing with her necklace, “I just thought the shirt would be funny.”

“Awe..I’m so sorry, I just love the shirt, and it’s okay you could’ve just dressed up as your favorite decade as well-”

“Seriously?!” A voice yelled. Everyone became quiet, turning to an angry Voe, “What the hell is the point of this activity then Charlie?! This is stupid!” She raged before storming upstairs.

“What was that about?” Vaggie raised an eyebrow.

“Smiles still isn’t talkin to her,” Angel leaned on Vaggie’s head. He looked at her, “That’s what people wore in your time period?”

Vaggie pushed Angel off her, “Yes!”

“Yikes,” He said before walking away.

“Anyway…” Eric slowly turned to Erin. “I just had the best idea!” He held her by her shoulders.

“What?” She looked around nervously.

“A mystery!” Eric smiled.

“A murder mystery,” Ezekiel chimed in.

“Wait wait wait, you don’t know that she was murdered,” Vaggie said.

“Actually my dad says that usually a sinner with memory loss died in a traumatic way, so it could be murder,” Charlie shrugged.

“Oh no! I was murdered?!” Erin gasped.

“You bet your sweet bottom ass baby you were,” Eric twirls her into him. “And me, you, Zeke, Bean and the viewers are gonna solve this mystery.”

“Wait-” Bean was interrupted by Charlie screaming.

“A murder mystery podcast?! We’re listening to every episode!!” She hugged Vaggie.

Eric takes out a tape recorder, starting to record, “Episode One, Part One…”

“The Forgotten Decade”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Good evening everyone, welcome back to Ravin’ wit Rave,” Eric said into the microphone. “I know what you’re thinking, ‘wasn’t he just on?’ And ‘why does he sound so serious?’ I’ll tell you why, we have an unsolved mystery on our hands. I’m here with Erin, a 16 year old-”

“Eric!” Bean said loudly.

Eric stopped the podcast, “What?!” This was the fourth time someone had interrupted him.

“I gotta go” Bean put her jacket on.

“What?! No I - I mean we need you!” Eric ripped his headphones off.

Bean looked at the three sinners before rolling her eyes, she didn’t even want to do this but she couldn’t let them down. They were her friends I guess; at least according to them, “Fine, my advice is if you really want to do this then you should probably think about the year you died; what was it like, were there cellphones stuff like that. it’ll help you decide what kind of sinner you’re looking for.”

“That makes total sense, why didn’t we think of that,” Zeke gasped.

“This is gonna be great,” Erin smiled.

“Yeah well, you guys have fun and I’ll be back…I’ll be back whenever,” Bean said before leaving.

Bean walked down the streets that were full of a lot more chaos than usual, ever since Voe killed the Vees lower sinners felt more confident; Bean knows she did. Sinners banded together and protected each other, more joined the hotel. Of course there was a downside to this, the higher up sinners fought back and would win; this is why she invested in a handgun and a switchblade. Walking by she looked up at V-Tower, the Vees got back about a month ago and didn’t waste time rebuilding their empire and it didn’t take any longer for people to pick sides. Team Voe or Team Vees, Bean was of course on Voe’s side however sometimes she wondered how Vox was, that flat faced bastard deserved to get fucked but she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Bean walked into “Ruby’s” . It was pretty busy, sinners were sweeping, wiping down poles, tables and glasses; Ruby kept moving the grand opening date because it “wasn’t the right day” she was so dramatic.

“Bean my darling!” The overlord came from behind beaded curtains, Ruby kissed Bean on the forehead.

“Um hi, club looks nice,” Bean smiled as both sinners sat at the bar.

“Trixie sweetie makes us an acid martini please,” Ruby smiled at the hellhound behind the bar. “She’s sweet.”

Trixie placed two glasses of a green sizzling liquid in front of them, “Thank you,” Bean pulled the glass towards herself.

“Koman sa va?” Ruby sipped from her glass.

Translation: How are you?

“Fine I suppose, I’ve been kind of bored,” Bean rolled her eyes.

“I’m surprised Alastor doesn’t have you killing anyone for him, you were ready to do anything for the Radio Demon,” Ruby smirked.

Bean rolled her eyes, Alastor had “apologized” to her, and by “apologizing” ; it was more like a “I’m Alastor, I can’t help it.” But he said it in a charming and confusing way that Bean never understood; he started hanging out with her but she was sure it was to tick Voe off, she was not trying to be in the middle of that. “I’m done with men.”

“Uh huh, I bet you are,” Ruby didn’t sound convinced.

“Look, I have things to do today so why did you call me down here?”

“Oh!” Ruby sat up looking across the room, “Sha!” She waved to a slim demon, she had gray skin, yellow eyes and coily brown hair tied in a large puff with a white streak. “Come here my love,” she gestured to the demon.

The woman walked over to Ruby and Bean, “Bean this is Gigi, she’s new to hell and will be staying with me; Gigi this is my daughter Bean.” Gigi stared at Bean, Bean wondered if she had something on her face, “Don’t be rude, say something,” Ruby rolled her eyes.

Gigi cleared her throat, “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she shook Bean’s hand.

“Uh huh,” Bean looks at Ruby. “Why did I need to be here?”

“Well..I talked to Lucifer and Gigi is going to be at the hotel, I’d want her to have a friend to get her started, you’d do that for mommy won’t you? Oh who am I kidding? You don’t have a choice!” Ruby laughed.

Gigi stared at a miserable Bean, smiling a little, “I hate you,” Bean glared before storming out.

“Adyeu,” Ruby blew a kiss. She turned to Gigi who was beaming, “Yeah…you’re fired.”

“You said I could stay here!” Gigi was flabbergasted.

“You are terrible at everything! The tables are never clean, you can’t use a register. You can’t dance; you look weird when you strip or climb a pole, and my glasses, which were a gift from Asmodeus himself, have YOUR fingerprints on them!” Ruby shows her a glass covered in multiple smudges, and Trixie shakes her head disappointed. “And besides, don’t you want to spend quality time with your daughter?”

“From the way you were talking to her she might as well be your daughter,” Gigi crossed her arms.

“Oh Eugenia, always taking the cowardly route,” Ruby smirked. “I need you out tonight, I need that room for a very special guest.”

“Who?”

“None of your business,” she stands up to leave. “Be out in an hour.”

Gigi pouts, it was either the hotel or be homeless..

“Fuck.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You want me to come back and work for you?” Bean sat on Valentino’s sofa.

“That’s what I said," he smirked, sitting on the couch across from her.

“Why don’t you call Angel, isn’t he the one who made you the most money?” Bean raised an eyebrow.

“That prick hasn’t returned any of my calls,” He growled.

“Awe..” Bean pouted sarcastically.

“I only have 20,000 souls now because of the Radio Demon’s little bitch, I at least wanna get my Sugar back,” he took a drag from his cigarette blowing out pink smoke.

“You tried to crush my head” she crossed her arms.

“Look, I know you’re getting bored at that hotel,” he waves her off.

“I am not.”

“Well I know you’re getting tired of being broke, your money is running low; I bet this is the third time you’ve worn that shirt,” he smirked.

Bean didn't answer, she was starting to feel a little upset, she’d never worn the same outfit twice in the same week; people barely knew her. She took a breath, “Can I think about it?”

Valentino grinned, kissing her hand before slowly licking it, “You sure can, baby.” Bean ripped her hand away, wiping the slimy saliva off of it. She got up to leave when the door opened, Bean stood frozen in place seeing Vox.

“Val there’s a meeting in ten, get your fat ass-” Vox looked from his phone, noticing Bean staring at him, his eyes widened.

Bean felt her face heat up, she wanted to say something but didn’t even know what the right thing was. Clearing her throat she mustered up a simple, “Hi.”

“What are you doing here?” The TV Demon raised an eyebrow.

“I wanted to see about getting my job back..” Bean messed with the bottom of her shirt.

“Oh really? Vox smirked. “But didn’t you quit? And I don’t know if I’m too fond of Voe’s friends in my establishment.”

“I worked for Val not you,” Bean’s blood began to boil.

“Well Val works for me, so he does what I say,” Vox grins, his voice becoming slightly distorted. Bean glared at him, and his grin got bigger.

“Well..if you want a job I’m sure there’s something I can find for you chica,” Val leaned back on the sofa.

“Great,” Bean smiled at Val. “Call me when you need me,” she winked at the moth as Vox’s grin fell before Bean left the room.

Vox slowly turned to Valentino, “What actual fuck?!” His voice was distorted.

“What…don’t be jealous baby, it isn’t a good look for you,” Val smirked. “Don’t pretend you don’t like this new side.” The Tv demon rolled his eyes.

Vox scoffed, “Get your ass to the conference room.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Here we are at Siren Springs Cassius-”

“Actually it’s Casper,” Casper interrupted Eric.

“Whatever, we’ve got some questions to ask you and your mermaid buddies,” Zeke stepped up.

“Fine, as long as you bring me up to Voe on your next podcast,” Casper led them to a large lake filled with sirens sitting on rocks and playing in the water.

Eric, Zeke, and Erin stood in front of the lake looking amazed, “Casper! Who are these guys?!” A male siren shouted.

“We’ll be asking the questions here buddy,” Eric crossed his arms. At the moment the sinners in the water started spewing water from their mouths at the three. Casper pulled them to the side.

“Okay you can not talk to them like that,” Casper whispered to them. “They don’t respond to demands, be nice or they’ll rip you to pieces.”

“Like emotionally?” Erin asked.

“Come on, and let me do the talking,” The four started walking back to the lake. “Hey guys! Sorry about that, they’re just uh..hungry I guess.”

“Then tell the bitch to eat a granola bar,” a female siren rolled her eyes.

“Anyway.. this is Erin,” Casper gently pushed her forward. “She needs our help.” He gestured for her to get in the water. Erin got into the lake, it was still scary for her, but if she didn’t think about it, it was easy to forget her fears. The sirens surrounded her, touching her hair, tail and skin; though they were in the water their touches felt warm and soft as if she could tell them everything

“What are they doing?” Zeke mumbled.

“Making her feel comfortable,” Casper answered. “We’re more comfortable around our own, they’ll help.”

“Fuck yeah,” Eric smiled.

The sinners stopped touching Erin, “What do you need?”

“I can’t remember when or how I died, I believe I was murdered,” Erin spoke to them. The sirens give each other worried looks then look back at her.

“You probably won’t ever remember sweetie,” A female siren said.

“That’s bullshit,” Eric blurted. Everyone looked at him.

“Excuse me?” The siren narrowed her eyes.

Eric sat down in the grass pulling out the tape recorder, “What’s your name?”

The demon looked at him like he lost his mind, “Wynter,” she answered.

“Well Wynter, what evidence says she won’t remember?” He raised an eyebrow.

“We’re in Hell, this is a punishment meaning that we’re supposed to remember what happened to us, so we never forget what we did; that fact that she can’t remember means something traumatic happened to her,” Wynter leaned against the edge of the lake.

“What about death?” Erin chimed in.

“Most siren’s deaths are usually centered around drowning, maybe there was an accident; maybe you fell,” Casper shrugged. “Is there anything you remember?”

Erin thought for a second, “Snow, and trees, lots of them.”

“Like a forest,” Zeke snapped his fingers. Erin nodded

“I remember screaming, in pain; like I was trying to get out of something. I was sitting in the snow, I think,” She continued.

“Alright alright, let’s say you were murdered; you’ve come to the wrong place babe,” a male sinner stood up.

“And you are?” Eric asked.

“Percy,” the siren smirked before turning to Erin. “We’re not really associated with that, we’re more on the manipulation side of hell; we get what we want through our voice and in the bed,” Percy winked.

“Ugh who does this guy think he is?” Eric rolled his eyes.

“What should I do?” Erin looked up at him.

“Have a chat with an overlord is my advice,” Percy replied.

“Percy! That’s a terrible idea!” Wynter glared at him.

“His ideas are always the worst,” a siren mumbled in the back.

“Why?” Zeke asked.

“Overlords are the only sinners that were crazy enough to kill women and children, how do you think they got the power to become an overlord? They had the power up on earth, trust me an overlord is the way to go.”

“Of course! Why didn't I think of that?!” Eric looked at Casper.

“Because it’s a terrible idea,” Casper rolled his eyes.

“E let’s roll!” Zeke helped Erin out of the water.

The three sinners ran off, “Thanks Casino! I owe you one!” Eric shouted in the distance.

“It’s Casper!” Casper shouted. “And you owe me recognition! Don’t forget to tell Voe about me!” Percy sighed, putting his arm around him, “Think they’ll remember?” He looked at him.

“Oh absolutely not,” Percy pat him on the back. “They’re idiots, I’m gonna miss them; what about you Wynter? You gonna miss them?” He smirked at a glaring Wynter. She said nothing, spitting water at him before going underwater. “Jokes on you, I’m used to bodily fluids on me!”

“Should I go after them?” Casper asked, looking into the tall grass.

“Absolutely not,” Percy pat him on the back.

Wynter slowly emerged from the water looking into the grass.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“That’s not what I told you to do!” Bean scolded the three.

“You said to go get info!” Eric yelled.

“I said to re-jog her memory, not start a fight with sirens and interrogate overlords! You guys are gonna get yourselves killed!” She paced the living room, they couldn’t be left alone for a DAY; it was ridiculous.

“Exactly! That’s why we need your guidance!” Zeke smiled. “You’re like our older sister!”

“No She isn’t!” Eric pushed him. “You’re smart, and hot, we need that smart beauty that I - we know and love,” he put his arm around her.

Bean looked at the sinners, they looked desperate and sad; it was making her sad. She sighed, “Fine I will help you.”

“YES!” Eric said a little too excited.

“But! Do not be weird! And we should listen to each other because that’s like teamwork I guess,” she shrugged.

“Yay! Our sister’s here to help!” Erin hugged her.

“On three! B.E.E.E Squad!” Eric shouted.

“BEEE SQUAD!” The other two repeated.

Bean shook her head, what had she gotten herself into?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alastor sat listening to some soft jazz in his radio station. It was pretty quiet tonight which wasn’t a problem, it was just strange. He wanted space from Voe to think, about what? He didn’t know himself, first off it was the question of trusting her again, Alastor missed their conversations, missed her touch and her soft skin; but there was no telling what she’d do. Voe couldn’t be trusted, but at the same time he looked into her eyes and saw the truth, and that’s how they got to where they are now. Did she even care? Had she moved on? Should he move on? A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Was it her? He hoped it was, but at the same time he hoped it wasn’t. He didn’t know what to do, or what he’d say. Alastor opened the door revealing a female gray demon standing in the doorway, she looked up at him nervously, her yellow eyes boring into his. “Can I help you?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Are you the Radio Demon?” She asked.

“Depends, who are you?” Alastor tapped the top of his cane, already becoming impatient.

“Me, my name's Eugenia..”

His eyes widened.

“I need your help.”

(Hey everyone! welcome to my new story, well more of a sequel, just some small info. First off this takes place during another fanfic “Fawning for You” it’s written by @nkirukaj the OC Voe belongs to her and obviously canon characters belong to the lovely Vizipop, other characters like Bean, Eric, Zeke, Erin, Ruby and Eugenia/Gigi are my OCs. This is an 18+ story, I can’t stop you from reading it but there will be triggering content; I will add trigger warnings and let you know when those scenes come up. I hope you enjoy my story ♏️)

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School Dance

Fandom: MSM Ship: Peter x Harry TWs: None

Admittedly, being in Harry's life was the best thing that's ever happened to Peter. There were some things he would change about their relationship, but he couldn't be happier with anyone else.

See, Harry Osborn and Peter Parker were dating.

No one but Aunt May and the late Uncle Ben knew.

Everyone assumed they were straight guys who didn't mind giving each other affection.

That's how Harry wanted it to be. Harry wasn't out to his father as he didn't know how his father would react to the news that his supposed best friend was his boyfriend. Norman was a hard book to read.

Peter respected Harry's boundaries, but that didn't stop him from wishing that they could be open about it. Peter wished that they could hold hands in public.

The one thing they didn't hide was school dances. Even before they were dating, they went to dances together.

It was at a dance when the two became official.

Horizon High was holding a dance. Miles, Gwen, and Anya thought it would be fun to go as a group, inviting Peter and Harry along.

They agreed to meet up at Peter's house, go out for dinner, then go to the dance.

Anya was the first one to show up, wearing a beautiful red dress with black flats. It was simple, yet elegant.

Next was Miles, wearing a dark blue suit with a red tie. He looked uncomfortable in it.

Gwen showed up two minutes later. She wore a white and pink dress.

Harry was a little late, having gotten stuck in New York City's traffic. He and Peter were wearing matching grey suits (Harry's idea).

"Hey! Sorry I'm late!"

"Let me guess," Anya spoke, a hand on her hip. "You hit traffic?"

Harry nodded, smoothing his suit down. "I did." He looked around. "Where's Pete?"

"In his room. May's helping him with his tie."

Harry chuckled and leaned against the wall.

The group didn't have to wait for Peter long as Pete came down the stairs. May had brushed his hair. He looked good.

"So, where are we going for dinner?"

"I was thinking Hearth. My dads limo's still parked up front, so we can take that."

"I always forget you're rich," Miles mumbled with a pout.

The group went out to the limo, getting into the fancy vehicle. Harry told the driver where to go.

"Our first school dance!" Miles cheered. "I've never gone to one before."

"They're not the worst thing. Harry and I've been going together since middle school."

Harry nodded. "Neither of us could get a date, but we both wanted to go. I suggested we go as friends, and we've been doing it ever since."

Harry leaned against his seat, his arms stretched out. Peter sat next to him, his shoulder brushing against Harry's fingers. Miles and Gwen sat across from them, Anya sitting on the other side of Peter.

"I was thinking we could all pay for ourselves," Anya suggested. "That way, we don't need to worry about some else paying for us."

"That sounds like a plan," Gwen agreed. "What do you think, boys?"

Miles nodded. "Sounds good."

"I was planning on paying for Pete."

"You always pay."

"And?" Harry patted Peter's shoulder. "I don't mind paying for you."

"I was going to pay for you."

"Nah. I'm buying."

Gwen laughed. "Harry, Pete, you don't need to pay for each other."

Peter shrugged. "I guess not."

"Eh, I'm still buying."

Everyone else chuckled. Soon, the limo parked and the group got out. They went inside, getting a table for five.

After eating, they went to Horizon High. It was crowded, full of students and teachers. Music was blasting. People were dancing and laughing.

"We should go dance!" Miles yelled over the music.

"Yeah!"

"As pairs or no?"

"There's five of us. Unless if we can find Pete a dance partner, he'll be dancing alone."

"Ouch."

"Sorry, Pete. I don't want to dance with you. I don't think Gwen would either."

"She's not wrong."

Peter pouted, causing the others to laugh. "You're mean."

"Pete, you're not a good dancer."

"Wow. My best friend turned against me."

Harry nudged him. "You know it's true."

Peter rolled his eyes, grinning. "As if."

"Let's find Peter someone to dance with!"

Miles ran off, the girls following behind him. Harry looked at Peter, biting his lip.

"We could always dance together if you want."

"I thought I was a terrible dancer."

"I was teasing. I love dancing with you."

Peter blushed lightly. "You do?"

Harry nodded. "It's cute."

Peter looked at him, grinning widely. "I love dancing with you too."

"We should find the others," Harry changed the subject.

Peter sighed and nodded. "We should."

The two set off, looking for their friends. They walked with their hands brushing.

They found them talking to a girl. Miles pointed to Peter, waving. The girl turned around, smiling. The couple walked over to the four.

"Peter! This is MJ!"

"Hello. Miles, Anya, and Gwen were telling me you don't have a partner." MJ offered her hand, to which Peter shook. "Lucky for you, my date stood me up, so I'm free."

"I'm sorry you got stood up."

"It's fine. I was expecting him to anyway."

"Oh."

"Let's go dance."

==Time Skippy Skip==

The group took turns dancing with each other. When they were done, they've all danced together. MJ fit right into the group.

The girls plus Miles went to get some punch while Harry and Peter went to the bathroom.

After, they decided to go to Peter's lab. The halls were empty as most people were in the gym for the dance. Peter sent a text to Miles, telling him where he and Harry were.

"So, MJ's cute," Harry said as he took off his suit jacket.

"I guess." Peter sat on his desk. "But she's not my type."

Harry stood in front of Peter, putting his hands on Peter's hips. He smirked. "Is there someone you like?"

Peter nodded. "There is."

"Then I say go for it, Pete."

Peter grinned and pressed his lips against Harry's. He put his arms around Harry's neck, trying to get rid of any space between their bodies.

They soon pulled away, putting their foreheads together and laughing. Moments like these were their favorites. When it was just the two of them and there were no secrets to hide.

"Harry."

"Hm?"

Peter grinned. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Harry kissed Peter again, slipping his tongue into Peter's mouth. He loved the quiet sounds Peter made.

They were too caught up in each other to notice the door opening, their friends coming in.

"Uh, Pete, Harry?"

They pulled apart, Harry stumbling away from Peter. Their faces were beet red.

"Hey!" Peter jumped off his desk. "What brings you here?"

"We brought you some punch."

"Thanks."

Peter nodded quickly. "Why didn't you text?"

"We did. Didn't you feel your phone buzz?"

Peter shook his head. "I put it on silent."

The group fell into an awkward silence. Harry had his arms crossed, leaning against the wall and refusing to make eye contact with anyone. Peter sat at his desk, fiddling with some string.

"How long have you two...?" Anya asked, the two knowing what she meant.

"Since 8th grade," Peter replied then paused. "Well, 8th grade is when we started kissing and stuff, but I think we started dating when we were in 6th grade, right?"

Harry nodded. "Two years after we met."

Anya hummed. "Who knows?"

"Aunt May. Uncle Ben knew when he was alive."

"Anyone else?"

Harry shook his head and walked to stand next to Peter. "I'm not out yet. Peter doesn't care who knows his sexuality, but I'm not out."

"Oh. Your dad doesn't know?"

"No. I don't know how he'll react. He's wants the best of me. He's hard to read."

"Well, if he truly loves you, he'll accept you," MJ added.

"He's never really approved of Pete."

Peter looked down. "I'm not the kind of person he would chose for Harry. I'm poor, I get overexcited, and I'm not smart enough for him."

"Peter, you're you. Who cares what he thinks of you?" Harry put his hand on Peter's shoulder. "You're amazing the way you are."

Peter blushed and looked at Harry. "But he's your dad."

"You're more important to me than he is."

Peter smiled and kissed Harry's cheek. "I'm happy to have you."

Gwen crossed her arms. "I'm guessing you two don't want anyone to know?"

"Please."

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Nuts n Dolts week: Day 1

@nuts-and-dolts-week

Prompt: Atlas Ball

Different Now

There was rarely a hot day in Atlas. Or, more like never. Not once, in Ruby’s experience since arriving there.

It was just cold cold cold, all the time. The kind of cold that bit.

Ruby tugged on her thin blanket, trying to untangle it from around her legs and pull it over herself. She didn’t really have much energy to put into it though, and it only made her arms sore.

She rolled over, staring blankly towards where Blake sat in front of the mirror, gently rubbing the makeup away from her eyes with a makeup wipe.

Ruby didn’t really get makeup, or why girls wore it.

But the bigger question just then was why did she feel so dull?

It seemed as if she had no energy, and was instead just laying there like a log.

Maybe she was just tired! Or maybe she needed something to do. Shouldn’t something be happening?

“Blake!”

Ruby nearly fell out of the bunk bed in shock, utterly caught off guard by her sister’s hollering.

She rolled over, and Yang smiled at her.

“Oh, you too Ruby. Guess what you guys? There’s gonna be a ball!”

Blake turned in her chair, makeup wipe still in hand.

“A ball? Like a dance? When?”

“Only the day after tomorrow! We have to get ready!”

After that the two got into an animated conversation about makeup and outfits and shoes and such, while Ruby just faced the wall.

A ball, huh?

She wasn’t so sure. At the dance at Beacon, all she’d done was stumble around awkwardly in uncomfortable shoes before leaving the party to go fight with Cinder. She had no idea what to do at parties like that, and she doubted this one would be any better. Worse, probably.

Atlas nobility, ugh.

Still, she doubted she was being given a choice in the matter.

She rolled over again to face her teammates, only to find Yang in the process of whispering something in Blake’s ear, looking a bit flustered. They both blushed upon seeing Ruby looking at them.

“O-oh, yeah, sure,” Blake responded, rubbing the back of her head, a blush on her face.

Ruby smiled.

It seemed her sister had actually asked the girl to be her date this time, instead of just letting her go with Sun. Not that he was even there, but regardless.

“Hey Ruby, you’ll go shopping with us, right? To prepare for the ball?”

Ruby’s smile turned into a little frown.

“Yeah, I guess.”

She just didn’t know what to do at parties. This was going to be a mess, and she just knew it.

—

“Ughh, not these shoes again!” Ruby whined, stumbling as she tried to slip into the short black heels.

“Oh, quit your bitching,” Yang said lightly, adjusting the tie of the smart black suit she wore, “I’ve worn heels with at least two inches more than those, you’ll survive.”

“Says the girl wearing dress shoes!”

“You could’ve worn dress shoes, too, sis. Literally no one was stopping you,” Yang replied.

“Not with a dress!”

“Guys, stop!” Weiss said, “Let’s just get this over with.”

Having had to attend these parties for years growing up, Weiss seemed to be dreading it more than anyone. Ruby felt bad for her. She felt bad for herself, too. At least Weiss could walk in heels without falling over!

“We should go,” Blake said, checking the time on her scroll, “No one’s gonna be happy if we’re late.”

And so the four girls left their room, navigating the winding hallways until they came to the ballroom.

It was pretty big, with high ceilings and the classic Atlas color scheme of silver metal and blue and white trim. Atlas banners hung around looking classy, and waiters in tuxedos made the rounds with trays of champagne and other drinks that none of them were old enough to drink, but Yang surely would anyway.

A large portion of the room was the dance floor, as was typical for a ball, but not many people were dancing yet. It was still early in the night, and everyone just milled around, making fancy people conversation.

As soon as they walked in, Ruby immediately found herself alone. Weiss had been roped into whatever conversation Winter was having, and Blake and Yang were in their own world. Just as Ruby had predicted, the two already had champagne flukes in their hands. Blake was giggling at something Yang said as they stood arm in arm. Ruby sighed. She only hoped her sister didn’t get drunk and do something stupid.

Now Ruby was left to stumble around awkwardly in her uncomfortable shoes, yet again. She did that for a while, until-

“Oh, there’s Ren and Nora!” she thought aloud.

Nora was always good at connecting people and talking. Now Ruby wouldn’t be alone!

But just as she was about to rush over, she saw the two take hands, stepping gingerly onto the dance floor, where the first couples were beginning to dance. Ren and Nora fit right in as they joined them, leaning on each other as they swayed softly.

So they were in their own world, too.

Ruby sighed. Was it really going to be like this all night?

How she had forgotten the most important person, she would never know.

“Sal-u-tations friend Ruby!”

Ruby’s face lit up for the first time in a while.

“Penny!”

The android girl was looking her best, in a melon-green dress with a sash and dark green accents. She wore white heels, and the ribbon in her hair was green.

Ruby had never understood makeup, ever, but on Penny, it seemed like the most beautiful thing. Or maybe that was just Penny herself as well. The eye makeup her friend wore accented her big teal eyes perfectly. The mascara and eyeliner only added more depth to her dark lashes, and the green eyeshadow dusted above her eyes was the perfect finishing touch.

“I was hoping you’d be here, too!” Penny cried, “Oh- Ruby?”

She was cut off as Ruby pulled her into a tight hug, just holding her there. Penny hugged back just as eagerly, leaning her head on Ruby’s shoulder.

All of a sudden, the party didn’t seem so bad to Ruby anymore. Her anxiety seemed to soften, the chatter melting away as she basked in the android girl’s calming presence. She was happy.

“I’m glad you’re here, Penny.”

“Me too!”

Ever since her friend had returned, Ruby had just wanted to hug her. It seemed like no amount would be enough. She just wanted to hug her for ever and ever, to never let go. Just the two of them.

But eventually, she had to pull away, and they just smiled at each other. Penny had a pretty smile, it made Ruby feel warm inside.

Just then a tuxedoed waiter passed by, and Penny grabbed two glasses from his tray, muttering a soft thanks as she did so.

“Here you go,” she said, offering one glass to Ruby.

At first, Ruby was confused, but Penny’s reaction soon set things straight as she took her first sip.

“So Ruby, I- this is alcohol.”

Penny took the cup away from her lips and stared at in horror. Ruby burst out laughing. She simply couldn’t help it!

“Yeah, I know, it’s champagne,” she told the other girl, taking a sip herself.

It did taste pretty awful. Ruby didn’t understand what made people wanna drink this crap when they could just drink milk, but whatever.

“But- Ruby- We are underage! We must not drink these!”

“It doesn’t matter, Penny. Just sip on it a little, it’s the only party thing I know how to do.”

Penny looked about to protest, but then confusion and a bit of concern took over her expression.

“What do you mean?”

Ruby sighed.

“I dunno. I’m just not very good at parties. I never know what to do. And these shoes are killing me.”

Penny frowned, looking down at her own shoes.

“It is kind of uncomfortable, huh? The party and the shoes.”

Ruby laughed, albeit a little bitterly.

“Yeah. It’s just not my strong suit.”

“Hmm,” Penny mused, “I see what you mean. Well then, let’s go.”

“Huh? Go where-?”

But Penny didn’t answer, only grabbed Ruby’s hand, pulling her away. Ruby didn’t even protest, just followed her. Penny’s hand was smooth and cold, but it seemed to shoot a spark of warmth through Ruby, and she held on tighter.

Together, they left the ballroom entirely, heading back into the maze of hallways that seemed to make up everything in Atlas. It was so confusing, Ruby knew she would never have been able to navigate it on her own. Penny led the way with confidence, though, so for once, Ruby didn’t feel lost. Lots of turns and a couple flights of stairs later, Penny seemed to have found what she was looking for.

She pushed open a door, leading Ruby out onto a large stone patio that overlooked the courtyard. It was quiet, and freezing cold, but the night air was somehow so refreshing after the stuffiness of the ballroom. The stars were out as well, and from high up, it seemed like there were so many more than ever before. The sky was clear, and the stars were so bright, like sharp pricks of glass against the black velvet of the night sky.

Ruby took a deep breath of the night air, setting her champagne glass down on the ledge. She could still taste the alcohol on her tongue, the flavor woozy.

“Ah. This is much better,” she said.

“Yes, I agree,” Penny replied, “I’ve come out here on occasion just to think. It’s a nice place to get away.”

Ruby nodded, then before she could think twice about it, she took off her shoes and chucked them over the patio railing.

“Ruby!” Penny cried in surprise, “Why did you do that?”

Ruby just laughed.

“I’ll be better off without them, anyway, unless you wanna see me trip and fall off this patio.”

Penny giggled.

“I suppose you’re right. I shall take off mine as well.”

The orange haired girl bent down to undo the Mary Jane straps of her heels, taking them off one at a time and tucking them under her arm.

“Alright, throw ‘em!” Ruby encouraged once she was done.

The stone patio was poky and cold under their bare feet, but neither of them cared.

“I’m not going to throw them!” Penny protested.

“C’mon, just throw them! We’ll go look for them later, if it means that much to you.”

Something about Ruby’s free spirit must’ve been contagious, because all of a sudden, Penny was doing it. She was throwing her shoes, and they both stood there watching them as they soared out of sight.

“I missed you.”

Penny turned in surprise, and Ruby just observed her. She wanted to memorize every little detail of the girl before her, so she’d never forgot. Really, she just never wanted to have to miss her again.

Penny’s expression softened.

“I missed you, too, Ruby.”

Ruby felt her eyes fill with tears, and before they could fall, she pulled Penny into a hug, holding her close.

“Ruby?” Penny questioned, nuzzling into her shoulder.

“I just… I want you to know that there was never a day when I didn’t think about you. God I just- I just missed you so much.”

“Ruby.”

Ruby let go, and their eyes met, Penny’s hand brushing her cheek.

“I thought about you, too. All the time. And I was always with you. Every day you thought of me, I was with you.”

Ruby shook her head slowly, breaking eye contact as she tried not to break down.

“It’s not enough,” she mumbled.

“What was that?”

“It’s not enough!” Ruby snapped, making the android girl flinch.

She stared at Ruby with confusion, not understanding why the girl had lashed out at her.

“I- I’m sorry. I just… I thought you were gone. I don’t want you to leave again. Please, don’t ever leave again,” Ruby begged, leaning on Penny as if she was her lifeline.

Penny squeezed her tight, leaning on her and burying her face in Ruby’s dark hair.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said, “I don’t want to. I just want us to be together.”

“I want that, too.”

“Then smile!”

Ruby looked up.

“What?”

Penny smiled.

“You should smile!” she said, “We’re together now, so we should smile, and promise never to be apart again.”

And even through her tears, Ruby did smile, for the sight of Penny’s happy face seemed to light her up inside.

“I promise you, Penny.”

Penny nodded, brushing the tears from Ruby’s cheeks.

So Ruby took her hand, pulling her across the patio.

“What’re you doing?” the android girl questioned as Ruby began to sway.

“It’s supposed to be the night of a ball, right? Let’s dance.”

“Oh. Okay.”

So they danced, just the two of them. They danced, barefoot on the patio with no music to guide them, just the feel of each other and the swish of the night wind in their dresses. They swayed and swirled around each other, hand in hand, and their hearts beat together, almost as one.

When they met close once again, Ruby leaned her head on Penny’s shoulder, whispering something softly into her ear.

“I love you-“

Penny barely even let her finish.

“I love you too. I think… I think I always have. For the longest time.”

Ruby smiled, basking in the warmth of the girl beside her.

“Maybe it was always meant to be,” she said.

“Maybe. And we’ll always be together,” Penny responded softly.

“Always. I’m not going anywhere without you, Penny. Never again.”

“I’m so glad.”

They were different girls than they were in the days of Beacon. They were growing up. They were going to change.

But through it all, their bond was still strong. It always had been.

They were still Ruby and Penny, and they would always be together.

[grumpy-zane]

Doppelganger - Ft. Dareth and Ronin.

Where to begin? He wasn't even sure if he was fully awake when it all happened the way he remembered, but this feeling that causes him to slip away certainly said otherwise. Now he was here, half frantic-jogging up the stairs to the second floor of the apartment complex with the event swelling in his head.

"Dareth!" The door slammed open.

The large man yelped from his position at the nearby stove, his jump high enough for him to hit his head on the ceiling. "Gh, Ronin what the was that for?" Dareth cupped his bruise.

He eyed the boiling water and poured some into Dareths' cup of instant coffee. "I need this- Dareth you will not believe what I'm about to say but I need you to because I mean it."

Dareth pouted as his morning routine was once more disrupted. At this point he might as well start making 2 mugs instead of 1. "Ok ok, what is it?" He closed the door and trailed after him.

Ronin plopped down on the couch and stirred the coffee slowly, putting himself back to where he was just an hour prior. "As you know I like to do some observing before the sun really rises. People aren't really awake and everyone's on the subway around 5, no one's really paying attention to their surroundings, that sort of thing."

"Mhmm," he sunk into the cushions beside him.

"I was eavesdropping and maybe pinching a few pockets when I heard your voice talking to a group of guys. I looked over and I saw your face- but it wasn't your face, it was a replica or something. And he noticed me staring and he stared right back, trying to figure out who I was. He looked like he figured it out before he got off at his stop. He wore a suit and tie and this expensive watch," he handed it over, "Dare I think someone's impersonating you."

Dareth slowly blinked, eyeing the watch and scratching his jaw line. He let out an 'uhuh' and a 'humm' before fishing around for his phone. "Hold on just a moment," he took a photo of the watch and tapped away on the screen.

"... uh the watch I'm pretty sure is fake."

"Oh It's fake," Dareth nodded and held his phone out in anticipation. A sly smile slowly tugged at his cheeks as the device began to buzz with text messages.

'[Is rhat my watcj?]

[Watch*]

[How the hell did you get that]

[that*]'

Ronin watched the notifications roll before leaning back, "you're in cahoots with your doppelganger?"

"Brother. Cahoots with my brother," he answered.

"Brother?! Since when?" Ronin sipped. Certainly nothing alluded to it in the apartment.

"Oh, since a few seconds before I was born," Dareth shrugged.

He processed what he said, swirling the mug around, "er, twin brother?" Identical twins? It explained so much yet so little.

Dareth nodded.

"Huh... you don't act like a twin."

"Well we didn't really grow up together," He pulled his arms over his head and stretched as his phone began to ring, the device 'accidentally' slipping from his fingers and landing on the carpet behind the couch. "I was in the city and he was in Stiix so. I mean I knew him growing up but we didn't spend a lot of time together. Divorced parents an all that."

Right, the paperwork in the lot, he recalled the odd bits from the filing about 'equal custody'. Ronin squeezed the fabric of his sleeve as he folded his arms, "So is he a office firm guy or what?"

"Lawyer, architect, and-" He paused and caught himself, "Yeah just those two."

"Great, just what I need, a lawyer on my back for stealing..." Ronin rolled his eye and finished off the coffee.