#dc every fucking week you top yourself with this shit. on god.

[themyscirah]

THEYRE HAVING WALLER MAKE DEALS WITH THE DEVIL NOW?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

I SAID THAT AS A JOKE ABT HOW THEYVE BEEN TREATING HER DC NO DONT LISTEN TO ME

[turtle-steverogers]

i was thinking but do you know the unsent project? it is this website where you can write a message to your first love that you never sent to them. now imagine steve writing one (or multiple) to bucky after he came out of the ice after nat told him about it... yeah

hello hi anon this broke me and it was too perfect not to turn into a ficlet klafjldskjfalskf thank you

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Unsent Letters

To:

Steve’s fingers freeze over the keyboard, the cursor blinking at him. It feels like it’s taunting him-- teasing him with the burden of choking out a name. What should he even say? The sender is anonymous, but how many people are named Bucky out there? Would anyone even care?

To: Bu

Steve huffs and backspaces, his hands trembling as he curls them into fists. He isn’t sure what provoked Natasha to tell him about this website. It’s a cruel tease to everything he wishes he could say-- wished he could say before Bucky slipped through his fingers. And now his only option is yelling into an abyss. The text box is black and daunting. He turns it yellow. No, too happy. Green. Yes, that’s fine. Bucky’s favorite color was always green.

His gaze wanders away from the screen of his hefty Dell laptop and out the window of his apartment. DC’s low rising buildings span out in front of him. His gut aches; he misses New York already. But he knows being there would only mangle his soul further, seeing his already alien home torn to shreds by literal space whales. He huffs, thinking of Bucky’s comics. His stories came to life after all. Bucky would have probably vibrated out of his skin if he knew there was other life out there.

To: My astronaut

How’s space treating you? It’s treating me pretty badly, if I’m being honest. If only you could see what it’s done to Brooklyn. I think you’d be pretty mad at it if you knew…

Steve hesitates, reading back over what he’s typed. It’s stupid as hell, and he cringes, but he doesn’t backspace. His fingers find the keys again.

I miss you something awful. I don’t think that even encompasses how much I’m hurting without you. I feel so lost right now-- space is much bigger and scarier than you’d think. I know you’d love it. I wish you could see bits of it, but god, I just want to go home. I want you to come home.

Steve freezes again and finds the screen blurry where tears have welled in his eyes. His jaw clenches as he pictures the way Bucky would laugh at him-- teasing him for his dramatics and ruffling his hair. He wishes he could be there now, rolling his eyes and nudging Steve’s shoulder.

“What’re you upsetting yourself for?” He’d say, gently closing the laptop and coaxing Steve into his arms. “I’m right here, pal.”

And if Steve closes his eyes, he can almost feel Bucky’s warmth enveloping him. But he’s not there. He’s dead, and Steve’s a goddamn ghost, drifting through a future that doesn’t know him.

He opens his eyes and stares at the text box, then clicks submit.

The screen loads, and his message is gone, his pain forever documented in the abyss.

-

For someone who fought aliens two weeks after waking up from his impromptu seventy year sleep, Steve’s life is pretty monotonous. He contemplates this unfortunate fact as he stands in front of his toaster, hair sticking up on the back of his head as he nurses a mug of coffee and waits for his toast to pop.

It’s 5:45 in the morning and he tries to remember a time when he didn’t rise this early. Before the war, perhaps. Though, he’s always been a bit of an early bird. His home life was sporadic to put it lightly and he’d learned from an early age that the sooner he was awake, the better it was for everyone. Vigilance is not a new concept for Steve.

He hasn’t always stayed up late, though. That’s certainly new, and he feels this fact viscerally as he catches sight of his reflection in the microwave. There are bags under his eyes that will be gone by mid-morning thanks to the serum. Dermatologists hate him, Natasha says. Steve thinks he’s pretty lucky that the serum more or less equipped him with a built-in anti-aging agent. His father had started balding by thirty.

His toast pops and he starts a little, blinking blearily at the slightly burnt bread as he pulls it out of the toaster with his thumb and forefinger. He spreads on the same raspberry jam and butter that he uses every morning and tries not to think of how bland it tastes in his mouth as he eats it standing at the counter. Another routine.

He tries not to look at last night’s dishes in the sink as he stacks his plate and silverware on top and doesn’t bother sorting out his hair before pulling on his sneakers and slipping out of his apartment. The sun hasn’t quite risen yet, only the beginning tendrils of light sneaking over the low tops of the DC buildings, and Steve vaguely regrets not grabbing a sweatshirt before he left. It’s not quite Summer yet and the mornings could still get pretty cool.

He’s about to take off down the street when he freezes. Natasha is sitting on the steps of his complex, wearing a pair of pink tinted sunglasses and tossing up and down the keys to her car. Steve blinks, rubs his eyes, then blinks again. Nope. She’s still there.

“Nat?”

Natasha looks up at him and smiles. “Hello.”

Steve shifts, uncomfortable. “Hi. You need something? Is there a mission?”

“No,” Natasha says lightly, standing. “You’re not running this morning, though. Come on, I’m taking you to Starbucks.”

“What?”

“Starbucks. You’re going to try it.”

“I don’t want--”

“Steve, you do the same thing every day. Step out of your comfort zone a little.”

Steve frowns, but Natasha’s right-- he really doesn’t ever stray from his routine.

“Fine,” he says, and twenty minutes later, they’re strolling into the nearest Starbucks.

He’s only been in one before, and that was to use the restroom while on a run. He’d bought a water bottle in an attempt to not be rude and use their facilities without giving them any business, but he hadn’t even considered the expansive menu. All the fancy names were too daunting.

They’re just as daunting now as he stares up at the board, heart hammering out of his chest as he’s faced with indecision. Natasha takes one look at his face, and reaches out to squeeze his arm.

“I’ll order something for you,” she says. “What kind of coffee do you like?”

Steve gives her a pained look. “Um… just coffee?”

Natasha quirks a smile and orders him something called a caramel macchiato. He’ll take it, he guesses.

The drink is too damn sweet and sugary and he almost gags. Still, he was always told to finish what he was given, so he drinks the whole thing.

-

To: Mr. Sweet Tooth

You’d fucking love it here. Everything is packed with sugar and sweetness-- enough to make even my teeth rot. I had something called a caramel macchiato today and it tasted like someone took your ma’s caramels and condensed them into a cup. I couldn’t stand it, but I know if you were here, you’d want at least twelve. I hope you’re enjoying all the sweets you can up in space.

Love, Mr. Boring

-

Steve’s fingers are stiff and frozen as he works at the straps of his stealth suit. The tangy taste of saltwater still sits heavy on his tongue, and he clenches his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering too harshly as he finally peels off his suit. It’s not much better, being naked, but at least the wet fabric isn’t clinging to him anymore.

The mission had been pretty straightforward until some alien tech managed to blast the quinjet to kingdom come, and they all free-fell straight into the freezing Atlantic.

Steve had managed to keep it together as they took down the goddamn mad scientist that fucked them over, but now that he’s home and alone, he can feel the adrenaline crashing.

He’s shaking from more than just the cold as he draws himself a warm bath, and he pulls his knees up to his chest, trying to breathe through the panic that wants to engulf his entire being.

He loses time for a bit, and comes back to himself lying in his bed, burrowed under several thick layers. He feels so cold, down to his very soul-- a chill that he can never seem to truly shake, even when he’s warm.

Not for the first time, he wishes Bucky were there to hold him. He slips off to sleep thinking old, comforting thoughts of Bucky rubbing his hands between his own, coaxing his head under his chin to engulf him in that natural warmth of his. He always was a fucking furnace.

But when Steve wakes an hour later, shaking hard enough to move the bed with the force of the nightmare he’d dropped into, Bucky is not there to soothe away the ice.

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To: JB

im so cold and i cant breathe ever and nothing feels right. I dont know what to do, u were always the problem solver between us and i cant think straight right now and i just want you here please. I cant do this anymore, im so tired please come back. I need you please

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The Winter Soldier file sits in front of Steve-- a horrifying nightmare wrapped up in a neat brown folder. Residual nausea swirls around in his gut as he comes down from the horrible high of reading through the contents. His hands shake where they grasp the thick paper. His heart clenches hard in his chest.

Bucky is alive. Bucky is alive, and he’s been unmade.

Steve doesn’t know where he is-- if he’s escaped, or if Hydra found him again. It’s been three weeks now since the helicarriers, and he’s only just gotten the courage to sit down and wade through the shit that is Bucky’s reality.

He just hopes he’s safe. God, he hopes.

Sam says he’ll help him look, and Steve needs to know he’s at least out of danger, but he barely knows where to start.

And he’s sorry. He’s so fucking sorry.

Blinking out of his reverie, Steve looks at his laptop. He feels strange and detached as he reaches for it and logs in.

To: Bucky

And yes, that feels right. He should use his name, since he suspects no one has for a long, long time.

I’m so sorry for what happened to you. I’m sorry that you’ve been hurting so quietly for so long. I understand if you’re not ready to come home-- I understand if you never are. I just hope that you know that there will always be a place with me that is safe. I love you so much and I’m here, forever and always.

Love, Steve.

He’s not naive. He knows it would be dangerous to submit that particular message, so he doesn’t. But that’s okay. That one’s just for him-- for them.

-

“Steve? What is the… Unsent Project?”

Steve frowns and pokes his head out of the kitchen. Bucky is sitting on the couch in the living room, using his laptop, because his own is having storage issues.

Bucky looks at him. “It’s one of your saved tabs. What is it?”

And oh, fuck. Steve had forgotten to remove that from his homepage-- it really wasn’t needed anymore. He blushes all the way to his ears.

“Oh, it’s-- nothing. Not anything important--”

But Bucky has already clicked on the tab.

“The Unsent Project,” he reads aloud. “A collection of unsent text messages to… first… loves…”

He trails off as he processes what he’s looking at, and Steve can’t quite read his expression when he looks at him again. His eyebrows are furrowed, and he’s looking at Steve like he’s some sort of kicked puppy. Steve shifts, uncomfortable.

“Were you sending me… messages? While I was dead?”

Steve swallows. “Um…” and now that Bucky says it out loud, it really does sound quite sad. He shrugs. “It’s Natasha’s fault?”

Bucky shakes his head, clicking on the search bar. He starts to type his name, but Steve shakes his head.

“I didn’t use your name.”

“Oh,” Bucky says, then frowns at him again. “What did you use?”

Steve blushes harder, sitting next to Bucky and taking the laptop from him.

“Um…” he hesitates, then types what he was sure he used as his first alias.

My astronaut

The screen buffers and loads, then fifty or so messages pop up. Steve scrolls down-- it doesn’t take long to find his.

They’re both quiet as they read, and Steve cringes. Jeez, he really had been pretty dramatic. Next to him, Bucky makes a hurt noise.

“Oh, honey,” he murmurs, taking the laptop back from Steve. He reads the message again, then once more, and reaches out for Steve. “Aw, I’m here now.”

Steve huffs, embarrassed. “I know,” he says. “That was way back, like, three weeks after I woke up.”

Bucky stills. “You fought aliens three weeks after you woke up?”

“... More like two.”

Bucky hums. “Are there others?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, reaching out to type on Bucky’s lap, because Bucky is holding him now and he’s quite reluctant to move. He thinks for a moment, then types in the next one he remembers.

Mr. Sweet Tooth

Bucky laughs, and Steve finds himself smiling.

“I find this funny,” Bucky says. “Because caramel macchiatos are definitely one of my favorites now.”

Steve laughs, too, and butts his head against Bucky’s shoulder.

“If only I could tell that to myself back then-- he’d be thrilled.”

“I’m sure,” Bucky says. “Any more?”

Steve hesitates, thinking of the one he’d sent after that nightmare-- when he was low and hurting. Incoherent. He isn’t sure he wants Bucky to see that particular side of his soul, but Bucky has been more than generous in letting him in on his pains nowaday, and it’s not like Bucky hasn’t witnessed Steve’s own current nightmares.

He bites his lip and types in JB. That seems to yield a lot more results, and it takes a while for Steve to find the message.

He hides his face in Bucky’s neck as he reads. Bucky’s arms gradually tighten around him, and a moment later, he feels him kiss the top of his head.

“Honey, I hate that you were hurting so bad,” Bucky mutters against his hair.

Steve shrugs. “We both were,” he says, and it’s true. There’s something to be said about the guilt they both feel for not being able to save the other person at their lowest, but life hasn’t been kind to them. The vitriol, Steve thinks, should be directed at the goddamn universe for keeping them apart, not themselves for fucking dying. They’re working on it.

Bucky’s quiet for a long time. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he says. “Is that it?”

Steve shakes his head. “But I never sent the last one.”

“Why not?”

“I wrote it after DC.”

He feels Bucky squeeze him again, and he squeezes back.

“Oh.”

“I just-- I wanted you to know that you didn’t have to come home. That I just wanted you to be safe; needed to know you were safe, but it was up to you. I just needed you to know I was here, if you needed me.”

Bucky pulls back then and cups his face, kissing him soundly. Steve’s surprised for only a moment before he’s kissing back.

“I did know that,” Bucky says against his lips. “I needed time-- I was lost-- but the first thing I knew when I remembered who you were was that you were a safe person, because you’d never force me anywhere.”

Steve kisses him again, then pulls him into a hug. “I’m glad you knew that.” It’s warm, where their chests meet, and Bucky is solid beneath him. Real. He isn’t speaking into an abyss anymore.

-

There’s a sticky note on Bucky’s pillow next to his head when he wakes up the next morning. Steve’s side of the bed is already vacant, and he can’t hear him downstairs. He must have already left for a run.

Propping himself on an elbow, Bucky plucks up the sticky note.

To: My Bucky

Thank you for choosing me to be your home, and thank you forever, for being mine.

I love you with everything I have.

Love, your Steve

Bucky smiles, heart light as he folds the notes. He’ll keep that one with him, he thinks. A little bit of home to bring wherever he goes.

-

anyway yeah fslkjflaskjfls i-- ouch. anything to do with letters w these two hurts me immensely

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Two More Bedrooms

Masterlist

The baby is on his way and who better to help you through slow labor then nurse Paige!

Warnings: Swearing, Graphic birth sort of?, Terribly Written Birthing Scenes, Fluff! and humor

A/N: So this is the last one of these for a while guys got a few other things I want to concentrate on however I did enjoy writing this one had a right laugh! any way I hope you enjoy as always xx

Taglist: @two-unbeatable-beaters​ @thatgirly81​ @angelofthorr @iloveyouyen​ @sofiebstar​ @thefangirlsblog​

Henry opened the boot of the car with a groan. It was go time. Well not really he had finally got back from filming late. It was late October and he was running around doing his fatherly duty of putting together the furniture for his sons nursery. His son. Each time he said it he got a huge wave of fatherly pride. He was having a little boy, he would be here in a matter of days! Well he was due in just under ten days. Henry was ecstatic. And behind he had a lot of things to get done. Starting with the cot. You had been terrified that he wouldn't be home in time and it was to late in the pregnancy to fly out to him either and you'd already sorted out your birthing plan here! To say you'd got yourself in a state was an understatement especially with the drama at the nursery, but Henry was here now he had taken care of everything!. He heaved the first heavy box up the stairs you and Paige watching from the sidelines neither of you had let him see the nursery on the phone wanting to keep it a secret. As tempting as it was to do a dc theme you'd decided against it.

Paige wanted a 'zoo room' and well to be honest it was a better idea then your 'generic pale blue'. He walked into the large room smiling you'd both done a hell of a job...so some of the mural was tilted and out of line, he didn't care it was Paige's first time helping to hang wallpaper and he was damn proud of his little nugget!

It was incredible the largest back wall was a custom wallpaper mural it was a white background with strategically placed palm trees jungle vines an 'life sized' elephants, giraffes ,zebras you name it! In the trees there was monkeys and various brightly coloured parrots perched and in flight. The floor was sanded leaving it a lighter oak and the rest of the walls painted a very light sage colour. There was boxes and boxes of toys, soft furnishings and essentials packed n the far corner including  a five foot tall giraffe teddy that Paige had wanted to buy the baby...That was just one of her many gifts to him.

Henry loved it and had praised the both of you for what you had achieved. Finally four trips later he had retrieved all of the furniture and it was now time to assemble. Moving he quickly unclipped his drill box flipping it open then turned when he heard the door open and saw Paige peeking in, she had a bowl of cut grapes and apples with her, he smiled you must have gave her snacks to come an watch.

"Hey Nugget..You want to help?" She nodded and walked over to him and sat down next to him still in her pajamas even though it was two in  the afternoon. She had been relaxing with you on the sofa watching tv She watched carefully as he began to pull out the flat packed crib from the box.

"Hold the box for me okay..one..two..three....there we go!...see can you guess what this is?" She looked at it skeptically humming.

"Cot?" Henry chuckled nodding.

"That’s right this will be the cot and we have a changing table a wardrobe  and chest of drawers to make....then We have to get the rocking chair from the snug in here....Do you know where everything is supposed to go in here?" She nodded popping another grape in her mouth then offered hi one. He smiled plucking a red grape from the top.

"Good because mummy isn't allowed in here until we are done!" She giggled at him and began the hard task of supervising him.

Remarkably everything was much easier to put together then last time ...though he didn't wing it this time and read the instructions which Henry has decided he will do in the future, everything ran smoothly. Paige was giddy as she got to help make the furniture. Henry had held the drill a few times letting her pull the trigger and she was over the moon. Henry had given her a little lesson on drill bits and proper safety showing the little girl how it worked and she had loved it, he thinks it was less about the lesson and more about having one on one time with her dad. It was nearly three hours later but finally the room was done he and Paige had even unpacked the baby clothes. You had broke down in tears seeing the finished room, it was beautiful and calming. The wood of the furniture was all a mix of white painted and oak that was only one shade darker then the floor. 

It was now four days to go. The nursery had been moved about every single day. You were nesting, it frustrated you, you needed to clean but the 'cavillry' had been on your case not letting you do anything. You just couldn't explain it, you wanted to hoover,mop,dust, clean, wipe! You wanted to nitpick! You just... you was on edge you could feel it, he was close so close to being here but you couldn't settle. Thankfully though Henry being home meant you didn't have to worry about much you were all ready!

Henry gulped...well shit if you wasn't on edge before you would be now if you found out. 'She'd be raging' He had just realized he hadn't packed a bag. Fuck. He now had to covertly pack this thing without you finding out he had forgot...he needed a sneaker.

"Paige! Can you come here a moment poppet?!" The little girl came into your Shared bed room.

"Yes Daddy?"

"Right...Daddy messed up....and i need your help can you be sneaky for me today?"

"Sneaky daddy?" He nodded

"Yes we need to get mummy's hospital bag ready! And daddy forgot so i need you to help me get all the things we need for when your brother gets here....can you do that poppet?"

"Okay daddy whats first?” and so began a morning of creeping around the house trying to pack the bag he had said was packed three days ago. Paige he been caught stealing the baby wipes but finally everything was laid out on the bed.

"Right nugget it looks like we did it now the final check okay."

"Tag on the bag? Check, wet wipes nappies-"

"Wow daddy will he be this tiny?" Henry chuckled nodding as Paige placed the tiny nappy in the bag on top of the others

"Yes nugget so tiny and cute...I truly can’t wait for him to get here, your going to love him! And hold him and snuggle him"

"I-I get to cuddle?" He nodded sitting beside her on the bed

"Oh yes baby girl! You can have as many cuddles as you want! You are his big sister...When he grows up he is going to learn a lot for you, you get to play with him  teach him your games and how to grow the fruit in the garden and teach him to walk and talk, your going to be so close baby girl...your- your baby brother wont be just a brother...But a best friend for life!" She grinned wide still smoothing her little fingers over the small pamper.

"Now what else-ah bottles, formula, cool scarves check check check....reusable sanitary pads witch hazel check double check...wheat cushion and sports bottle..where the - Paige is Mummy’s sports bottle in there?" She dug around to the bottom and nodded

"Uhuh its there daddy and juice!"

"Good right then its just the baby grow! And I know that's in the front pocket! Woohoo we are all done!" Paige shook her head frowning

"No-No daddy wheres the snuggy! He will need his snuggy I got him A snuggy daddy!" Henry smiled at her.

"I know baby girl but Mummy and I think its better if you gave it to him when you meet, then he knows its from you" at that Paige calmed down...

"Really Daddy? I can give it to him...will he like my snuggy?" Henry nodded to her zipping up the bag and picked her up placing her on his hip.

"Absolutly baby he will love it...Its the wolf one mummy showed me isn’t it?" She nodded as Henry moved out of the bed room and down the stairs.

"I thought so a very good choice nugget, so soft and small enough he will be able to hold it straight away, you keep it close to the door when me and mummy go and daddy will come and get you when he is here. You remeber what we said?"

"That-that you and mummy go to hospital and get him out then I can see him in the hospital after!" Henry placed the bag by the front door so he just had to grab it on the way out when the time came.

"Forgot the chargers" Henry jumped up

"What-hey sweety what are you doing up and about thought you were in the den reading?"

"You think I wont notice my own husband and daughter skulking about the house all day collecting things?..... Come on move knew you hadn't packed idiot..." you moved over to the bag placing two chargers in the side pocket then stood up right kissing him on the cheek as he blushed at being caught out.

"Daddy does Mummy know everything that happens...." he chuckled watching as you waddled back towards the kitchen muttering something about pickled eggs.

"Yes baby yes she does...we are...bad a sneaking I think"

"We need to get better at it daddy" he nodded to his eldest and followed you to the kitchen hoping you wasn't angry, but by the soft giggles he doubted it

"I can hear you two you know! There will be no more sneaking about now come have some lunch!"

Lunch was a bad idea! You groaned holding your stomach rubbing the taught muscles, sure you had twitches but fuck! You thought they were braxton hicks! You had them for three days none stop about a week before Paige was finally born. But no you were slowly realizing that this might be it!

You rolled onto your side holding your tummy as another slightly powerful contraction pulled Kal had just left the room barking and you could hear henry stampedeing throught the house to your side Paige running in a few moments behinde...Dressed as a nurse...Oh for fuck sake...Why the hell did he get her the nurse set!

"Babe! Oh god babe are you? is it time?!" You shook your head and held out your hands signaling him to help you sit up he did kneeling before you

"Is...Is it the baxtons again? Have they started?" You took a deep breath.

"I...I don't think so had them on and off for the past few days but they are getting worse...I think I'm in slow labor can't do anything yet, gotta wait it out!" Paige interrupted by putting her 'baby headphones' on which was her toy stethoscope on your tummy and nodding

"He wants to come out got to hospital" you and Henry laughed at her.

"Oh my god haha! Paige-y Poppet!"

"Nurse Paige Daddy...I'm a nurse today!" you calmed down

"Well your right nurse Paige he is on his way...But we have to wait until he is just about to come out until we go to the hospital...A few more hours at least..Not only that I'm not leaving this house till I’ve fucking pooped! And have a coffee Henry...don't need to falling asleep again!"

"Again...Mummy have you did this before?" You and Henry shared a look.

"Yes baby with you....You were in my tummy and we went to the hospital and got you out..daddy passed out cos he looked

"I did not look woman! It was stress! And low blood sugar!" Paige meanwhile was quiet trying to process the fact that she had come out of you....The little girl knew she was in your tummy at one point but never gave it much thought....

"You-you I'm not poop am I? You didn't poop me out did you mummy?....Rose still says you poop out babies I don't want to be a poo!" You smiled at her and chuckled.

"No poppet your not poop? You were a baby just like your brother will be...but mummy does need to try poop before she leaves"

"You want a coffee mummy? You can't poo until after coffee...Daddy make mummy a coffee so she can poo and go get my brother" Henry chuckled and saluted

"Yes nurse Paige...do we still have decaf love?." You nodded to him smiling

"Yes thank you love I'm gonna get changed then I will be down" he hummed

"Nurse stay with your mum...come get me if anything happens okay poppet?" She nodded and 'helped' you up towards the stairs.

The coffee did not work as time ticked on it became clear that you was definitely in labor, the pains were bad and contractions worse then you remembered. You sat there on the toilet determined that you would empty your bowels before leaving but you were cutting it close. Your waters were slowly trickling now, but your adamant you can last you are not shitting yourself during birth! You held the side of the tub cringing at the harsh tugs of your muscles as your body tried moving the baby lower. You squinted trying to forget the pain and focus on the task at hand it was hard to go with Paige standing at the door with Kal.

"Paige?...Can mummy poop in peace?"

"Yes" you gasped as another wave started and curled over on yourself.

"....Alone maybe?" Her face lit up and she smiled

"OOOH alone? no"  your face dropped what?

"Paige please?" You begged really needing her to understand and leave you to it like Henry was, though you suspected he was at the top of the stairs listening out

"...No mummy you need a nurse here in case...Me and Kal are nurses" oh for fuck sake

"Incase of what baby?"

"..If you push to hard you might poop out the baby..." you sighed rolling your eyes trying to control your tone not wanting to scream at her but at the same time you wanted a fucking shit in peace!

"Paige I promise I wont poop out the baby"

"But daddy said he's coming" you growled fisting your hands having just about enough as another contraction began pulling at you, really you should be on your way to the hospital already.

"Paige honey...I promise you I will not poop out your brother...But mummy really really needs to go and your putting me off..."

"Okay mummy..." she turned around and patted Kal

"Come on Kal turn around mummy can't poop when your watching"

"Paige please go downstairs"

"No mummy...Just poop already! Its okay if its smelly...I've been to the toilet after you before...And we got this see?" She waved a small can of air freshener that you failed to notice until then okay right that's it!

"Oh for fuck sake-BABE! COME COLLECT YOUR OFSPRING!" Paige blinked confused as Henry came in and collected her, scooping her up sheepishly.

"Come on nugget! Lets got double check the bag...Micah and his mummy will be here soon..."

"But daddy mummy needs me! I'm a nurse!" He shushed her and turned to you.

"Their five minuets away babe might want to wrap this up-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT I NEED A SHIT!!!" You swear for a second you really was married to Clark kent at the speed he left the bathroom as you flung a bottle of bubble bath at the closed door.

What felt like a few moments later you were being ushered out of the door by Fran giving Paige and Kal kisses promising to see them soon. You and Henry pulled away from the house in silence tense and excited.

"You ready?" All he got was a loud groan in reply as you gripped the door and dashboard you had left it to late

"H-henry put your fucking foot down! He is comeing fast!" Started by the change in tone he did as asked flooring it, the hospital was only five minutes away thankfully livjng on the same side of town was ta god send.

"Fuck babe are you- why didn't you say anything inside!? It he that close?!"

"YES HERNY BUT I WAS NOT SHITTING ON MYSELF BIRTHING HIM NOW FUCKING SHUT UP AND FUCKING DRIVE THIS FUCKING MOTHER FUCKING CAR TO THE CUNTING HOSPITAL!!!" You ended with a low pained groan but henry in his panic just continued his blathering

"Do-did you go for the epidural? Can they?-"

"ITS TO LATE! JUST OHHHHH FUUUCKING HELL NO!" your groans got higher and louder as the pain and awful need to push became almost to much to bare.That did the trick. Henry soon realized that you were in the middle of active labor.

"What the fuck? babe why didn't you say something?! breath breath remeber-"

"I AM FUCKING BREATHING!!! IF NOT ID BE FUCKING DEAD....oh fuck me- sorry babe these things hit hard...I didn't ant to worry you or Paige be he wants out now- OOOHHH GOD NOO FUAUHGK JUST FUCKING TOOT THAT CUNT GO AROUND HIM HENRY?! GET OUT OF THE WAY ASSHOLE! PUSHING A BABY OUT HERE!!"

"Babe the windows open-"

"FUCK THE WINDOW MY FUCKING CERVIX IS OPEN!!oooh and done wow...You know I'm done after this one...Fucking done" You pressed back into the seat taking deep breaths laughing in delight as the hospital came into veiw patting your tummy

"okay...okay breath this is it baby boy~ fUUUCK ME! Auggghhh! no don't that's whats got us here", Henry tried not to laugh but he couldn't hold it he chuckled as he sped past the barriers and skidded to a stop by the maternity unit swearing

"Fuck fuck fuck HELP HE'S COMING FAST!!! okay bag bag and plan- we have the birthing plan- whats the birthing plan babe?!" he panicked as you both made it into reception you doubled over legs spread wide baring down as the contraction built in strength.

"TO GET HIM OUT- THAT’S THE FUCKING PLAN FUCK THIS WAS SO MUCH BETTER WITH A FUCKING EPIDURAL-!" suddenly seeing what was happening you were whisked into a room by midwives that already knew this baby was coming much faster then expected.

You were quickly placed on the bed legs spread and a midwife checking she swore and pressed a button above you on the bed raising an alarm. she turned to Henry asking him questions

"Dad? this your first baby?"

"No second, our second" he lifted your papers as you screamed out again he was panicked

"Okay right was it a natural birth last time?" Henry nodded to the woman then suddenly there was two younger women in the room

"Shes crowning fast, the baby will be here in a matter of minuets okay...I need a bassinet, blanket tools the lot, get those notes off dad and get a ecg in here I want baby's heart rate!...Right dad you with me? good up here hold her hands there's no time for pain meds this baby wants out now!" you groaned holding Henry's hands tight swearing panting

"Its-He's coming! he will be here soon" you had a holter monitor on your tummy and there was another alarm pinging you looked to one of the younger women who had brought in the .

"What-whats that? is everything okay? is he okay?"

"Yes ...Your baby is just a little stressed out okay? nothing to worry about love its just that your in the end of labor already " she quickly moved around

"Right Mrs Cavill take some deep breaths for me darling...Okay in...Out good and again....Good right your baby is right here...Can you feel my fingers? Yes? that’s their head right there sweetheart now I need you to push okay? on the next contraction as hard as you can its really important okay-" you pushed with all your might but noting he didnt move, the woman tensed.

"Okay...Right Mr Cavill she doesn't have any blood condition's does she? hiv? anemia?" Henry shook his head

"No-no she hasn't why?"

"Right okay get them over here...Right Mrs Cavill I’m going to have to cut you my love" you screeched shaking your head

"N-NOO PLEASE-please don't I can do it- please" henry tooka few secons to catch up...They were going to cut you? cut your-Oh god! he moved forward holding you tight trusing the midwives to do their job, they new more about this then the both of you.

"Shh shh I know its not nice but the baby is stuck honey their shoulder is trapped my love if you keep pushing you could hurt him so just one tiny little snip and he will be here okay?" you whined crying into Henry nodding who relayed the message as the woman was already poised with the...Terrifying scissors between your legs.

"Yo-you pro-mise?"

"I promise, you wont feel a thing it will be so quick, and after we will get you a nice morphine drip how does that sound? but right now the baby needs to be out asap, you left it to long to get here, if they wasn't stuck you'd have had them in the car on the way here in the car!"

"She wouldn't leave the house till she went a loo... Didn't want to poop giving birth" the midwife rolled her eyes.

"oh sweet pea we have seen it all before, okay now ready, as soon a this contraction it over you will have your little baby I promise you love" you nodded reaching for Henry who curled over you holding your hands kissing your face

"Henry I’m scared! don't pass out-don't fucking pass out Henry! I need you please please stay with me!"

"I'm here! I'm with you love...I'm not going anywhere just think our little boy!" you nodded and screamed loud as your final contraction came on building then- nothing the burning pain was all you felt then a loud sigh of relief as your son was born.

"There we go I told you! Well done! A little boy! congratulations!" you wept as the midwife held him higher for you to see and burst out crying. Henry couldn't believe it! his son his little boy was right there! he could see him hear him!

"Dad...ready here cut just there" Henry held the scissors cutting the tiny baby from his mother the room was full with the cries of the newborn.

"C-can I pass out now?" you slapped at him watching as the midwife called out time of birth.

"And that is Cavill, male, born at three minuets past seven pm October thirtieth..ooo nearly a halloween baby~"

"He was due November third...Four days early" Henry added wiping tears from his eyes watching as they washed him up and measured and weighed him.

"Well no wonder you had to be cut lovey! he is a big boy! 9lb 9 ounces! and 22 inches in length...definitely going to take after his daddy!...Okay okay here we go fussy little monkey~" Henry was handed your son first as you were being stitched up and a morphine drip being inserted, you didn't feel anything other then shock. he was here...your baby your little man! Henry froze looking at the bundle.

"He is so...Perfect! I-I can't-love he is" you nodded leaning over as Henry sat down shushing him rocking the boy gently. The nurse who had finished putting in the canular and started the drip came over.

"Would you like me to take some pictures? first cuddles?" you both nodded handing her Henry's phone and posed with your son...Son you had a son he was here...and a noisy little bugger if you did say so yourself. Henry handed him to you pressing kissed you your head

"Thank you so much my love! you've made me the happiest man on the planet!" the nurse took some more photos then you were left alone. You both sat in awe of the little boy as you held him steady feeding him quietly rocking.

"you want a coffee love? and I will call Fran get her to bring over Paige" you nodded then looked to the bag

"Did you bring?"

"Yes I did they are in there wrapped up and ready I will be back in when they get here...Want some snacks to?" you nodded

"A coconut late with extra syrup...Double shot oh and some milky bar! the big one and some monster munch!" he nodded already on the phone to Fran to deliver the good news.

Twenty minuets later there was a knock on the door and in came Henry Paige was uncharacteristically hiding behind him unsure of herself, he must have told her to keep quiet. she tiptoed in and stood at the bed on tip toes trying to peek."I-Is he here? where is he Mummy?" you moved the blanket letting her see the blue bundle.

"Henry lift her up-Oh hi Fran?" you nodded smiling noticing she was filming the siblings meeting. Henry hoisted Paige to sit next to you she was scared stiff just looking eyes fixed on her brother. she looked to you then the baby.

"He's mine? my baby brother...He is so small daddy look at his little fingers" Henry smiled to her nodding getting all choked up already.

"Y-yes baby girl he is very small...The nurses said he is going to be tall tho...Well aren't you going to give him the snuggy you got?" Paige bit her lip and tentatively crawled over you him crouching

"I-I can touch him...He wont cry" Henry chuckled at her worried expression.

"He shouldn't do baby and if he does its just because he is a tired little baby!" slowly she made her move, moving to give him the toy placing it near his tiny hand, once he felt the softness his hand clenched around it.

That was when Paige lost it, almost as if realizing that he was a real baby, not a toy the flood gates opened and she quickly moved in over her brother crying softly into his blanket trying to cuddle him softly you rubbed her back as she was overwhelmed sobbing quietly to herself rocking slightly.

"H-hi B-baby...I-I'm you b-big sister" you and Henry smiled to each other knowingly tears welling up fast any doubts you'd had vanished as Paige coddled the tiny boy. You moved nodding for her to come sit on your side.

"Come on poppet time for his big sister to get a cuddle!" she gasped looking up wiping her eyes.

"R-really I can ho-hold him? but I th-thought dad-dy just said that to-to make me fe-eel better" Henry shook his head moving to stand beside you both so Paige as in the middle

"No of course not sweet pea...now here this is for you  little lady" she blinked looking from you to Henry

"Presents?"

"Yes love a present's from the baby to you see? here open it see what he got you". you watched as she opened the gifts, one was a small wolf teddy that looked a little like the snuggy Paige had just given her brother, the other was a worlds best big sister t-shirt. she looked around stunned

"Daddy- Mummy look- look he likes wolves...Just like my snuggy I got him- see its almost the same daddy look look!" Henry smiled at her chuckling

"I see that princess..not what about this one here~" she tore open the paper holding the t-shirt

"A-a T-shirt daddy whats it say?"

"It says worlds best big sister! see he already knows your going to be the best big sister! want to put it on?" she nodded already having he top half off before he even asked once dressed in her new top you decided it was time for cuddles and pictures you both moved her little arms so she could support him properly.

You all smiled as Fran stood by and took a few snaps with Henry's phone tears streaming. Paige looked down in awe as the child wriggled she looked up alarmed.

"No- Mummy I didn't-"

"shh shh its okay see he is just waking up...It must be your snuggy he wants to have a look~" Paige watched in fascination as her brother opened his eyes yawning at her.

"Soo? what the little ones name?" Fran finally asked buzzing with excitement

"Silas...Silas Cavill" Paige quirked a brow and shook her head.

"No-no Daddy I don't like it" you and Henry burst out laughing.

"Well I'm sorry nugget that's on his birth certificate nothing we can do now-" Henry tried to explain but was cut off

"Rub it out you did it in pencil didn't you?"

"I'm afraid not Paige, He is called Silas" Paige huffed looking down at Silas bouncing him a little.

"Oookaayy but the next one is a girl and I’m naming it" you and Henry blinked

"W-what Paige-y?"

"The next baby is a girl and I wanna call it Pearl...so its Paige and Pearl." Henry waved his hands in the air exhausted by his eldest.

"Unbelievable- Paige how about we see how you and Silas get on-"

"No daddy go have sex I want a sister- there are two more bedrooms at home!" you burst out laughing as Paige said this whilst rocking Silas slowly before kissing him on the cheek.

"My baby brother...I love you and cant wait for you to meet Kal...He is a bit like a wolf...And bear so your going to love him!...He is loud sometimes but he is a good boy" you tilted your head before going to take Silas back but Paige whined and twisted him away.

"N-no mine my brother! I want to hold him longer" you and Henry shared a look and sighed choosing to let her hold him until her arms were tired.

Fran walked over taking a quick peek at the baby before handing Henry his phone giving him a quick hug which he returned.

"Here I best be off congratulation the two of you, I'm so happy for you all"

"Thanks again for watching Paige...You sure you don't want a cuddle before you go?"

"No no let Paige have her snuggles I'm sure I will get a cuddle soon see you soon" Henry moved sitting at the bottom of the bed watching his family happily. Before flicking through the pictures readying one for twitter and family. He chose one that melted his heart Paige staring down at Silas with you and Henry staring at each other smiling, glowing with pride, Silas' face was partly hidden. he posted the photo announcing to the world he was the proud father of two healthy children, life couldn't get any better then this! Henry was on cloud nine...But Paige did have a point...There was two more spare rooms, Henry will give it a few months before bringing it up. But for everything he was worth he had a feeling you'd be pregnant by the end of next year. Paige was spoilt in a sense and he just can't refuse his little princes and Sister was now on the list he would try not to disappoint.

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PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 5

Rating: Explicit.

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

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

A/N: Revenge is sweet but a well-timed dick joke is sweeter. xoxo gossip girl. Please supervise one Bucky Barnes on the internet. Questionable music taste. Detention is the price we pay for justice. Bruce Banner is too precious for this world, too pure.

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"Initiate phase one," I added a growly undertone to my whisper, holding my phone inconspicuously, as if I was making a simple phone call. There was no answer but I didn't expect one: I was testing the voice recorder app that I had downloaded for the sole purpose of documenting and relaying the inevitable fall of one Flash Thompson. 

Making my way through the crowd of students during the busiest time of the day, I made the most intrigued and outraged facial expression I possibly could. Spying my targets, I leaned against a nearby wall, putting a hand over my mouth in fake outrage, keeping my eyes wide and trained on the opposite wall. Just as I had predicted, the two sophomore girls started giving me side-eye by minute two of my staring and finally approached me as I contemplated the wall for whole five minutes.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" The brunette asked, her blonde friend hanging a step back.

"Yeah, totally," I mumbled. "I'm, like, shook beyond imagination, but nothing, like, bad."

The girls traded a curious look, seemingly coming to some sort of conclusion. The greedy gleam in their eyes had me internally cheering. "What happened?" The blonde one asked, coming closer.

"I'm not sure if I should tell that to anyone," I stammered, watching them bodily move forward. "Well, okay, I can't keep quiet. But you must never, ever speak of it or I'll get expelled or something," I said nervously. They both nodded so rapidly it reminded me of Funko Pop figurines. "You know the senior guy, Flash? Brown hair, kinda hot?" Again, they both nodded, conspicuously grinning. "I think I just saw him in the closed girls bathroom on the third floor with, like, some brunette from Ms. Johnson's History class," They both gasped. Predictable. "But that's not the worst! They were like, y'know," I made an obscene gesture with my hand and they instantly covered their own mouths with their palms in shock. "And the chick was like 'is it in yet?' and he was like 'yah' and I just closed the door and ran, oh my god I hope they didn't hear me," I squealed at the end, playing the part of a mortified teenager.

All three of us giggled uncomfortably for a moment. The blonde girl stared at me suspiciously. "And what were you doing there?"

I faked a nervous stammer, looking around briefly and showing them my lighter for a moment. They both gasped and nodded in recognition. "Don't tell anybody or my mom is going to have kittens," I pleaded. Both of them nodded solemnly, noticing their own group of friends approach. I used the brief moment to get lost in the river of pupils and by the time they turned around to introduce me, I was already at the opposite part of the hallway.

For the time being, everything seemed peaceful. There were a few giggles and side-eyes directed towards Flash Thompson but nothing out of the ordinary. He was disliked by most of the student population even if nobody dared to admit it outright. I took care to walk around without my earbuds for the day and pulled out my phone to record the most interesting conversations around me whenever I caught the tell tale signs of a gossip mill beginning to run its course around the school.

"Oh my god, I heard about this girl that was caught fucking Flash in the girls bathroom and she literally said 'is it in yet', can you imagine the shock, jeez!"

"Some chick literally just rejected Flash because his dick was too small."

"Rebecca from AP chemistry told me someone saw Flash's micropenis. Poor guy!"

"I wonder if his girlfriend dumped him because he can't do shit, I mean, he doesn't look like the type to eat the kitty."

Those were just the highlights of the Friday afternoon. Come the weekend and the news of Flash's unfortunate condition will make the rounds through every single group chat that the school has and by the time Monday rolls around, nobody will have a clue who started the rumour in the first place. I had to carefully select the girls who were to distribute the rumour and I was happy with the outcome: Marissa and Layla with their squad of chatty, bored rich girls were the perfect choice. I thought they would jump at any opportunity to cause drama and I was right.

It was sufficient to say I was bristling with pride as I cut and compiled the audio track from today's school day before sending it to the group chat.

Clint, Peter and Natasha appeared online as soon as the message delivered and I was delighted at their response. Romanoff's kind words, specifically, made me all warm and mushy inside. I didn't resist the feeling, basked in it even as I did a happy dance around my room. Peter's nonsensical string of emojis was another point of laughter for me. 

It wasn't exactly the smartest way to go about killing Thompson's reputation... Alas, simplicity is the way to success when it comes to large crowds of teenagers. That tiny little vindictive part of me was very much looking forward to the weekend and the results of the inevitable distortion of the rumour I had started. Who knew, maybe by Monday Flash Thompson would not only have a micropenis but horns and hooves as well.

Near bedtime, I had all the avengers send me their regards and thumbs up. I answered the flurry of texts as quickly as I could but there was no point in keeping up with ten or so people constantly streaming their questions, opinions and comments. 

I settled on a single easiest response: pulling my dad's old uni sweatshirt over my tiny lacy pajamas to preserve some modesty, I settled in front of my mirror, turning on my Bluetooth speaker to play "Boss Ass Bitch". In true gen-z fashion, I put on my best resting witch face and solemnly lip-synced to the song's eponymous chorus. My eyeliner was sharp enough to cut paper and my prismatic highlighter glittered enigmatically in the cold light of my blue lava lamp.

The response was, once again, delightful and I genuinely belly-laughed at the adults' attempts to meme after Peter. His blushy face emoji started a whole nother conversation that I didn't participate in but watched from the sidelines with glee, snorting every time his friends and mentors gently teased him about the very obvious crush he harboured on me. 

Seeing Peter starting to go absolutely nuts, I interjected with an offer (more like a dare) of a lip sync battle. He jumped on the bandwagon, immediately going offline to undoubtedly film an epic video of what I thought would be dorky-dancing to some hipster song. I was pleasantly surprised when it turned out to be a pre-recorded tik tok video of him and Ned fighting with lightsabers while mouthing the words to Fergalicious that played over the Imperial March.

Weirdos. I still followed him on the app, though, it was pretty funny.

Bucky interjected with a very well executed rendition of "Bring Me to Life": he was wearing his full Winter Soldier get-up, complete with an AK-47, dramatically serenading Steve who looked seventeen shades of done with his partner's antics. Wanda's following twenty second voice message consisted of nothing but pure hysterical laughter, summing up everyone's reaction to the video. Bucky was going to go viral one of these days...

Obviously, I had good competition and nobody else seemed to want to participate so I rearranged my surroundings a little bit and stood up at my full height and swapped the old sweatshirt for a cute crop-top hoodie. My thigh-highs were on display and with my make-up, I looked like a proper internet e-girl. I leaned against the mirror as I mouthed along to the song with my best interpretation of the famous Lucifer smirk, seasoned with a tiny bit of angelic innocence: "Doctor, doctor, give me the news, I got a bad case of loving you..."

Needless to say, I won the competition. Eventually Wanda joined in, looking menacing and ominous with her dark clothes and Natasha's red hair flashing somewhere in the background; even Tony did a round (AC/DC as his soundtrack of course) with one of his Iron Man suits but nothing beat my stunt and the reaction that it caused.

I had accidentally called out Bruce with the choice of my song and his teammates gave both of us a lot of cheeky comments about it. We relented and flirted with each other a bit as the conversation flowed into more mundane discussion; I said my good nights somewhere between Tony's bitching about the hobbies of my generation and my nightly skincare routine. The little green heart that I'd become accustomed to over the past few weeks greeted me just as I was about to lock my phone.

Bruce was really too precious for this world. My crush on him was different than the one on Tony, it mellowed out in comparison. I wanted him to hold me, to stroke my hair, to call me his darling and wrap me up in one of those dorky button-ups that he insisted on wearing in spite of Tony's unwanted, however very valid, fashion advice.

For all that's worth, the scientist probably knew or at least suspected and had the good grace to play along just enough to satisfy my deep need for attention... Without crossing any actual lines. It was frustrating, it was disappointing but I had virtually nothing to complain about. Besides, I didn't want to lose the quirky friendship that we had. Banner was, probably, the least judgemental person I knew and I wasn't about to trade that for an awkwardly stolen kiss.

Monday and Tuesday passed in a flurry of giggling and snorting every time Flash walked by. His girlfriend broke up with him, very publicly, accusing him of cheating and he didn't even deny it - just insulted her and stormed off, leaving even his friends looking lost and clueless. I started dragging Peter and his two pet nerds along with me just about everywhere I went in case Thompson decided to do something stupid again. If judging only by the looks he was throwing our little company, he was on his way to figuring out who began nibbling at his reputation.

The week was coming to an end and the rumour began dying off, slowly. That just didn't sit with me, I wanted the fucker gone. Due to the obvious time constraints, I approached MJ regarding Peter - after a brief argument, we came to an agreement regarding Peter's safety should I need to leave him alone in the hallways or at lunch. 

I needed to do this alone so if I got caught, I won't drag them down with me. Granted, I would probably get something like a suspension and the school will attempt to call my mother (she never picks up) but that's about it. That's where her reputation comes in handy-people consciously avoid dealing with her, she can be that unbearable.

But first, I needed to get a teacher that's on my side. After carefully considering the candidates, I settled on my Social Studies professor - he taught the college-level classes and was overall a very chill, nice dude. And he disliked bullies with a flaming passion. So it didn't take me long to work him into a righteous fury - just a quick chat over a cup of tea in his homeroom and a few pictures of Peter's bruised face, complete with my own pleading puppy eyes. We agreed Mr Davies would "accidentally" leave the teacher's lounge unlocked during third period and I would sneak in. The plan wasn't foolproof but if it worked, not only Flash, but also his whole misogynistic, bigoted family would go down.

As I was leaving, Mr Davies looked up at me with a bright smile: "Give them Hell, alright?" And I suddenly noticed he was, in fact, very attractive. The smile brought out the fine wrinkles around his mouth, the crow's feet around his eyes - he smiled a lot. Silver strands mixed in with the wooden brown of his hair.

I let my eyes slide over him briefly before baring my teeth in return. "I owe you one," I don't know what possessed me to say that. My mouth really had a mind of its own sometimes. The room suddenly became hot.

"Sure," He replied, totally oblivious.

On Friday, I made myself a small nest in the empty classroom opposite the teacher's lounge and sat waiting for the signal from Mr Davies - he'd tap on the door once and I'd quietly go inside the teacher's lounge, retrieve Thompson's file and make my way back to the empty classroom to grab my backpack and carry the file to my locker for further examination. 

The first part went successfully and I managed to snag Thompson's file. It was heavy and hefty, all the evidence of his rowdiness compiled into one flimsy plastic folder. There were A LOT of pink slips and I rejoiced internally: at least there was a paper trail of his exploits. The principal didn't do anything about it which was... If not against the rules then at least frowned upon; the plan was to take copies and anonymously submit them to the school board prompting at least an investigation into the blatant disregard for Flash's immoral and illegal behaviour.

On my way back I stumbled upon the principal herself which got me not only a stern talking to, but a whole detention for skipping class. Whatever, I was too elated from potentially ruining the life of a dumb fuck who ruined my friend's face.

Surprise came in the face of Mr Davies, who, having heard the commotion in the hallway, stepped out of his class and saw me being lectured by the principal. 

"I'll take her for the detention," I heard the familiar voice behind me. The principal nodded solemnly and I had no choice but to sigh in resignation. "Three thirty, be here," He nodded to me, walking back, looking way too smug for his own good. So I wasn't the only one excited about the successful completion of stage two of my nefarious plan. Cue evil laughter.

[cherrybracelets]

Obviously this would be non canon but like could you write something about being childhood sweethearts with Reid 😍

ahhh we love a good childhood sweethearts !!!

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your family had just moved cross country to vegas for your moms job. it sucked. you were leaving all your friends, your house, your school. you were miserable the entire drive, groaning and refusing speak or help your parents with anything.

everything changed the night after you moved in, though. you and the rest of your family were right about to sit down for dinner when your doorbell rang. your dad answered and a mom and young boy stood in your doorway. apparently they were the neighbors. and that’s how you met spencer reid.

you were eight at the time you met, and he was only a little older at ten. you saw him around at school, trying your best to be friendly. since he was the only person you knew, you stuck by his side like glue. and he didn’t have many friends either. so for the most part it was usually just you the two of you getting into your own adventures.

you didn’t realize you had feelings for him until your 15th birthday. he was still 16 at the time, about to turn 17 in another month. you had gained a bit of popularity since then, joining a sports team and growing into yourself a bit. he was still kind of a loner, but your friendship had never drifted despite your differences.

for your birthday that year, he threw you a surprise party and invited basically the whole school. it was completely out of character for him to do something so... cliche. but he knew you loved the idea of a big high school party and wanted to do something for you.

that night you drank way too much cheap beer and the two of you ended up making out in the back of his car for the majority of the night. it was pretty awkward after that, the two of you not speaking for almost a week after the incident- the longest you’d ever gone without talking.

spencer broke the silence first, telling you how sorry he was and how he didn’t want to lose you as a friend. you said the same, trying to laugh it off, knowing dating him wouldn’t be possible. he wasn’t the boyfriend type. you just had to move on.

you ended up hooking up again at senior prom, this time actually having sex in the hotel room you’d rented for you and your boyfriend, who was apparently cheating on you with your best friend the whole time. yeah. can you believe?

of course you were a wreck, heading to the hotel and raiding the mini bar. when spencer finally found you, instead of trying to clean you up and bring you back to the party, he sat down and drank with you, trying to make you laugh and forcing you to watch the history channel. one thing led to another... and ... well, you fucked. it was neither of your first times, but it was clearly the most meaningful.

you had an undeniable connection, and you loved each other deeply. you were best friends. it should’ve worked perfectly. except you graduated in three weeks and he was traveling to the other side of the country for college. you talked about it for days but both agreed long distance would never work.

you made the most of your summer until he finally had to leave. you went on camping trips together, did every touristy thing in the area you could, and fucked like rabbits. when he finally left, you spent what felt like eternity holding onto him the airport, knowing if you didn’t let go he would never leave.

but you had to let go, eventually. you watched him walk away, not before placing a letter in your hand telling you how much he loved you and he would never forget you. you went home and cried for weeks, but you eventually pulled yourself together and got through college, using your pain to push you harder.

you graduated almost top of your class and got amazing job offers from cities all over the country. but for some reason, your gut was telling you to take a job in washington dc. you weren’t sure what it was, but everytime you thought about it it felt right.

you had only been there a few weeks, still getting used to where things were. you stumbled into a coffee shop on a street that you weren’t even sure how you ended up there. you figured you might as well grab a drink while you were there, so you got in line.

you waited patiently, hearing a few more customers come in behind you as you waited. you heard the door open again, ringing a little bell every time someone entered. you moved your head slightly to see who came in, but you couldn’t see from the angle you were at. and then you heard it.

“(y/n)?” you knew the voice. but who would know you here? you turned around and saw a much more professional spencer reid standing in the door.

“oh my god.” you said, your mouth open and eyes wide in surprise. “what the hell? what are you doing here?”

“i work here. at the fbi actually.” he smiled awkwardly, the same half smile he had his whole life.

“holy shit. that’s incredible spence.” you were still so in shock of seeing him that you hadn’t moved from your spot, despite the line clearly moving forward. he laughed at you, and you finally stood of line and walked towards him.

“you look great.” you said, putting a hand on his arm, needing to touch him to make sure he’s real.

“good enough to come to dinner with me?”

“well one thing has definitely changed, you’ve gotten way better at flirting”

[collecting-stories]

Personal Best - John B Routledge

Request: John b x reader, with him and the reader surfing one night then when the waves die down and they sit on their surfboards watching the sunset. They tell one another that they like each other. They move their boards closer to each other and share their first kiss. He asks her to be his girlfriend and she says yes. Then that leads to something more. If you’re able to, make it a little smuttyish. Thank you!! @bearr12

A/N: Once again listening to Maisie Peters while I was writing, so this is named after her song and really just written with the chorus in mind. 

Outer Banks Masterlist

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You weren’t sure you cared enough about surfing to refer to it as a religious experience but you couldn’t deny that you woke up early every Sunday morning to go surfing with John B. It was your standing surf date with only him. The two of you got up with the sunrise to catch waves or, if there were none, to just float out with him. It was certainly a spiritual endeavor, sitting out in the ocean with John B, just listening to the water. You’d grown so accustom to the tradition that you were shocked when he asked to switch your Sunday surf to evening.

“The sun will just be setting instead of rising...it’s the same.” He insisted when he broached the subject with you on Saturday.  

John B was the only denominator that you factored into these surf excursions, it didn’t matter to you if he changed every detail of them, as long as he was there. Early morning Sunday was only your favorite time of the day because you were out there with John B, it had little to do with all the other contributors. With the time changed, you met him on the beach before dusk, board in hand.  

He was a better surfer than you but you were good enough to keep up with him, even if you wiped out a few more times than he did. You were better than Pope which you considered to be a life accomplishment. The waves were that night were good for the first hour and then the wind shifted and the tide started to even out. It happened more often than not, though it was less likely to happen early in the day, which you made sure to point out to John B as you paddled back out.  

“The waves are better in the morning.”  

“I promise to never change our surf time again.” John B said, laying on his back on the surf board.  

You paddled closer to him, looking out over the horizon. It was coming up on sunset, the sky already starting to trade in its blues for deep oranges and pinks. You looked over at John B laying there with his eyes closed. You flicked some water his way and he opened his eyes, rolling his head to the side to look over at you.

“Yeah?”

“Are you taking a nap right now? DCS should let you live on your own on the grounds that you’re practically a senior citizen.” You teased.  

“Wow, you’re so mean today.” John B laughed, flicking water back at you. He sat up, turning himself around so that he was facing out toward the ocean with you.  

“Must be cause you changed our surf time.”

“Isn’t surfing supposed to make you like, chill?” He asked, reaching over to push you.  

You angled your board toward his, trying to paddle yourself into him. John B leaned over, pushing the top of your board away and then paddling himself away from you. “What are you doing?”

“What are you doing?” He countered, “you’re trying to tip my board.”

“Yeah, I’ve been waiting for years to get you alone at sunset so I could push you into the ocean.” You laughed. You laid down on your board, looking up at the clouds rolling out overhead and the colors that were reflecting in the sky. “What do you think of that guy who works for the Thornton’s?”

John B shrugged, “don’t know him.”  

“He’s been to a couple parties...think he lives near Pope.”

“What about him?”  

“He asked me out.” You replied, looking over at John B. He frowned; brow furrowed as he looked at you.  

“What’d you say?”

“That I’d think about it. He’s alright, like. I don’t, seems like an okay guy. I’m not really...it’s not who I want to ask me out. I don’t wanna hedge all my bets on something that’s never gonna happen but I also don’t wanna string this guy along if things work out in my favor.”

“With this mystery other guy that you like?” John B asked, paddling his board back over to you.  

You sat up again, adjusting your top and nodded, “yeah. If he likes me...it's a long shot but...if he does I don’t wanna be fucking with some other guy.”  

“Do I at least know this other guy?”

“You know the guy who works for the Thornton’s...like I know if I pointed him out you’d be like, that guy!” You replied, avoiding his question for the moment.

“What’s his name?”

“Uh...fuck...I don’t remember. Think it starts with like a P or a...Paul maybe. Kyle...”

“Those are not even close to being the same name.” John B laughed, “you’re really into him, I can tell.”

“I told you-”

“The other guy, I know, I know.” He cut in. He shook his hair out and brushed it out of his face before continuing, “so do I know mystery dream guy?”

You looked over at him for a moment. He’d paddled himself just so that he was sitting alongside your board, facing you, with the sunset behind him. The kind of wide shot that deserved to be broadcast on an imax screen. “Yeah.”  

“Pope?”

“Oh my god, what? No!” You laughed, splashing him with water. “Not JJ either, please.”

“Okay,” he hummed, eyes narrowing as he looked at you, “guys I know...Topper?”

“That’s gross, I’m gonna throw up.” You fake gagged at the thought of Topper being the guy you were crushing on.

“Rafe-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there.” You said, “it’s not a kook.”

“Not a kook, but I know him but not JJ or Pope...” He worried his bottom lip between his teeth, seeming actually stumped by your mystery person. You weren’t sure if he was just fucking around with you or if he honest to god couldn’t figure it out but he looked so perplexed you decided to take pity on him.

You had decided last week, when whatshisname had asked you out that you were going to tell John B about your feelings. If he didn’t reciprocate than whatshisname seemed like a perfectly adequate rebound to distract your heartbreak with. If he did like you back, if somehow John B felt the same way about you that you felt about him, whatshisname would survive. You didn’t want to get your hopes up but you couldn’t help being a little optimistic. You and John B had been friends for years and, thanks to Kiara’s observations, you knew that he had at some point had a crush on you. You could only hope he hadn’t moved on to someone else.

“Give me a hint?” He asked.

“John B.”

“What?”

You shrugged, “that’s it.”

“I don’t-”

“That’s the hint. It’s you. My mystery dream guy is you.” You said, watching his expression. Mouth slack and eyes wide, surprised by the confession. “So, what’d you say?”

Slowly John B smiled, leaning over to grab onto your knee, keeping you and your board as close as possible, “are you sure you wanna date him? He seems like a pretty lame guy.”

“Oh trust me, I know. I’ve been subjected to his jokes.” You teased, leaning toward him.  

“You’re really in it then?”

“What can I say? I’ve got a thing for guys who wear bandanas around their necks like they're in old westerns.” You replied.

“Ouch, damn, I didn’t know you were gonna come for my bandana.” He laughed.

“You still haven’t given me an answer.” You said, “do you like me?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “yeah. It’s not even a choice.”  

“You are so sappy.”  

He leaned in toward you and you met him halfway, kissing him with the sunset behind you, his board digging into your knee just enough that you could feel it but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He brushed wet hair behind your ear and held your face in his hands as he deepened the kiss. The oranges and pinks that had been in the sky were beginning to fade and give way to a deep, navy blue, ready for the night. John B pulled away, taking a breath.  

“You should know,” he began, kissing you briefly before continuing, “this isn’t just a stupid summer crush or something.”  

“Trust me, this is everything.”

“Be my girlfriend? I don’t wanna do the just dating, are they aren’t they, shit.” He said, “I want you to be my girlfriend, to be able to introduce you that way to everyone.”

“Yeah, of course. I’m yours.” You said, kissing him and knowing that he was yours too.  

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[hobbitsnapes]

The Red Hoods Protègè chapter 3

Older Damian Wayne x ofc

Summary:Red hood has taken a young vigilante under his wing and subsequently changes Damians life forever. (I suck at summary’s)

(Photo made by my lovey friend @bakketsux)

A/N: This chapter took me way longer than I thought it would since I tried a new writing style, I really hope it comes across better than the last chapters and I hope you guys like it as much as I do.

As I start to wake up I feel the heaviness of my quilt blanket over me, the warmth a pleasant contrast to the chill air in my room from the window I was to tired to close last night. I feel the bruises on my wrist from last night as I reach up to rub the sleep from my eyes. I look over to my bedside table and see the time, it reads 7:24 a.m. I’m shocked by the fact that I’m not as tired as I thought considering we got back at 3 in the morning and that I got up a few times in the night. I get up and walk to my drawers where all my clothes lay, I change out of the large night shirt I slept in that I’m almost positive is Roy’s, and slip on a black tank top with some jeans and a sweatshirt that I got last week. I look out my window when I hear movement finding it was nothing but a bird looking in, I walk over to the window and shut it so the bird can’t get in even though there’s a screen and shut the blinds once again. I wince when I bend down to grab my suit off the floor, as last night I was way to tired to even bother putting it away properly. Last night was a bit of a rougher night, it was supposed to be just a grab intel and head out, but there was some watch men that we hadn’t accounted for and one hit me in the ribs. I swear Jason was gonna have a heart attack and die again when we got back and he saw how bad the bruise forming. I go out of the room and see Jason in the kitchen with presumably eggs on the pan. “Hey ange, sleep well last night?” “Sure if you count waking up 3 times to go pee then sure I did jay jay” I say with a chuckle “you’d think you’d stop drinking an entire bottle of water right before bed then Huh” he says with a raised eyebrow and a smirk as he sets a plate of eggs and toast in front of me. “So how is it being out on patrol?” “It’s alright, unless you count the football size bruises then those are just peachy!” I saw with sarcasm “I think you enjoy it more than you let on ange” “and you assume that why?” “You seem to enjoy yourself when the little batdemon is around” “I do not! He’s got a large stick up his ass and acts like someone pissed in his cereal every morning.” “Then why the snarky comments and the jokes towards him?” “I never said it wasn’t funny to watch him have a meltdown when I do. Only time he’s entertaining.” “Alrighty then, keep telling yourself that little one” he says with a wink, I finish the last piece of my toast and get up to the sink. “Hey do you mind if I go for a jog to the park?” “How old are you?” “I’m 18?” “You’re an adult, you don’t have to ask me to go for a run, you’re capable to defend yourself, can you just do me a favor and pick up more milk on the way back, Roy keeps bitching that we run out so often” “aye aye Capitan!” I say as I head out the door, before I shut it I hear Jason’s laugh Ecco across the apartment. I start my walk to the park that’s 3 blocks away and plug in my headphones to play some music.

Time skip

I get to the park and see plenty of people raging from small children running around to elderly couples on a bench. I get to a large tree and start my jog around the spacious park, when I’ve finished my second lap around I see a large dog running beside me, it looks to be a Great Dane. I stop my run and crouch down to pet the large dog and he starts panting happily as I rub behind his ears “hi pretty baby and who might you be?” I coo at it as he site down with his tongue hanging from his mouth “awwee aren’t you the cutest thing in the world! You’re just a big ole baby who loves the scritches, oohhh the wonderful scritches!” “Titus!” I hear a voice yell behind me. I turn towards it and see a guy that’s presumably around my age with a large frame, jet black hair with a tan complexion. “Oh is this your dog?” I ask “yes, I don’t understand why he’d run off like that especially to a complete stranger.” There’s a time of Arrogance to his voice. “He’s a beautiful dog” he looks at me with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk, “thank you, we have to get going I have a meeting to attend in 30 minutes.” We both stand up and I put my hand out. “Okay then. Have a good day sir” he takes a hold of my hand with a firm but not crushing grip “My name is Damian, Damian Wayne.” “Nice to meet you, Most people call me ange.” Him and Titus start to walk away but but he turns to take one last look at me. As he walks away I can’t help but feel like I know him from somewhere, I don’t dwell on it as I run one more lap around the park before I decide to head to the store to pick up some groceries.

As I’m walking up the stairs to our apartment i hear Jason and Roy talking through the door. “I’m heading out to go check out that new bar downtown after I go see a friend, Apparently the owner is a new mob leader and they’re smuggling stuff in the back.” “You’d think that for the job we have you guys would keep your voices down a bit” I saw when I walk in. “Well we’ve got old lady Ethel who’s hearing aid broke in the 90s, and the Christian couple down the hall who blasts Christmas music in July.” “Who knows Ethel could be a spy.” I say with a wink. “Always so worried little one” as Roy is leaving he ruffles my hair with a chuckle and I attempt to smooth it back down. “And how was your run?” “Pretty good, I picked up the milk and got more bread too.” “Thank god cause Roy was pissy when he got up cause god forbid he couldn’t make cereal.” “I swear he complains more than an old lady sometimes” I laugh. “So what did you do besides running?” “Oh we getting to the Interrogating side of parenting?” “No I’m just curious is all.” “Well I met this guy with his dog, he seemed nice.” “Ohh and who’s the guys name?” “I don’t need to tell you everything you know, I’m a fully grown adult now. Besides I’ll probably never see him again.” I say jokingly as I plop a marshmallow in my mouth. “Alright then, I totally won’t do a background check and find out who he is though.” He says with a wink. “Good luck there jay.” I walk into my room and grab my suit to go wash it for tonight.

Time skip to that night

As we walk down the hallway the lights grow dimmer until the only source of light in the room is from the moon coming in from the brown windows. The air wreaked of old water pipes decaying along with a heavy smell of just an old building. We hear little to nothing in the rotting building that is housing one of the largest shipment of crack and heroin in the city. As I look around I see old pipes that are falling apart and Machinery that looks to have been broken for decades, dust collected around majority of them. We near a room that has 2 large garage like doors, when we near we hear what sounds to be grunting from the room, Jason and I raising our guns as we approach the room. When we get it we see men on the ground and obviously unconscious, as they appear to be breathing still. “We got it from here.” We hear from the corner as Batman approaches us. “Looks like there’s no killing for either one of you tonight.” I look over and see robin beside Batman with a proud shit eating smirk. “Keep talking like that and I’ll have 1.” “Oh really you think you could kill me?” “I mean I am the one with the gun. And you’ve got a Sword that looks like it came from party city.” “Why you little-“ “ROBIN!” Batman grabs him before he could get to me. “Awe does batsy neee to hold you down when you throw a temper tantrum little one?” Robin frees from Batman and grabs ahold of me and slams me into the wall behind me “I will fucking end you if you don’t shut up!” He says as he grabs a hold of my neck. “Ooo second time you’ve tried chocking me, I knew you liked it kinky” his face flashes from anger to disgust and his grip loosens, I take my gun and slam it on the side of his head and kick him back and slam him to the wall and put my gun to his face “try that again and I’ll fill you with so much led that your own family won’t Recognize who you are.” I walk away from him. As Jason and I leave and get on his bike he takes a look at me “what was that all about?” “He’s fucking insufferable.” “You’ve got no idea.”

@comic-nerd-dc @psychovigilantewrites

[geeky-marie]

Weakness

School of Rock : The musical

Dewey Finn x Fem! Reader

Warning: Smut, Kiss without permission, unprotected sex ( Protect yourself !) 

N/A : The idea is pretty basic and i’m sorry but I wanted to practice my smut description a little bit and I guess i’m a little bit horny. So, I hope you will enjoy. 

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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"Holy Shit" was the only coherent thinking Dewey had been able to think the first time he saw you.

When Rosalie, sorry miss Mullens, had told him that he will have an assistant to help him charge and move the instruments and often helping the children's. He had naturally through of a big guy, grumpy all the time but with a heart of gold. The usual roadies that every true rock band have.

But, nothing had prepared him to see you this morning. Sit in the corner of the room, the light of the sun catching gently in your hair. You was softly playing with the classroom bass guitar. Your finger, press at the right place on the cords was letting escape the first part of an AC/DC song.

In shock for a while, he succeeded to introduce himself with a shaken confidence and  even make you laugh. 

Later that night, Dewey called Ned, telling him how beautiful you are and how much screw he was. 

Few months later

Your job at Horass Green was one of the best experiences of your life. Between the class, the shows and helping the kids reaching their full potential, you were always busy. 

“ Y/N did I forgot the partition on the desk ?” Dewey asked, returning in the class after saying goodbye to the kids. 

“ I don’t think so” You reply, placing the sheet on the keyboard.

“Did I tell you that you look drop dead gorgeous today” Dewey said, a flirty smile on his lips. 

Amuse, you shake your head. This little flirt, at first innocent, was now a true game between you too. A little dance you do each week day for now few months and you know, will end by letting you both sweaty and probably exhausted.

“ No you didn’t, but, I have to confess that you are too, really awesome today.” A smile dancing on your lips. “ I don’t know why, but I always have a thing for a man in a shirt and tie.” 

He looked, indeed, amazing. Pair with his usual pants and shoes set, he was wearing a white stripe pale blue shirt and a green and black tie you usually hadn’t put together.The fact that he had rolled his sleeve was the cherry on the top. 

You think that it was the wink at the end of your tirade, or maybe, the biting of your lips that make him lose it. But, in what it seem a heartbeat, you found yourself press against the hard wall, the hands of Dewey firmly on your hips. His kiss, at first hard, become more and more passionate, making your head spin a little and your toes curl in your shoes. 

After a few minutes, a need to breath briefly breaking you apart. 

“ I’m sorry...I maybe, probably...should ask for your permission or...” Dewey start, his forehead against yours, his warm and fast breath brushing on your skin.

Reaching for his mouth for a second round, you didn’t bother to reply. Your arms, pass around his neck gave you the perfect occasion to play with his hair. A thing you always wanted to do but, of course, never attempt.

Moaning against your lips, Dewey tightened his grip on you, clearly enjoying the sensation of your finger exploring his hair, pulling gently his straws.

Lost into your kissing bubble, you suddenly stop, hearing the sound of footsteps in the corridor. Sure the danger of maybe being catch is exciting, but, searching for a new job was less fun. Soon, the sound in the corridor stop, letting you know it was only a teacher heading home. 

Trying to regain your breath, you pass your finger on you lips to prevent an incriminate smug of your lipstick. 

“ Please don’t do that...” Dewey asked,clearing his throat, visibly struggling to not kissing you again.

“ Do what ?” You ask, confuse. 

“ Don’t...touch your mouth like that...please it’s...so sexy...” He confesses, a light of lust into his eyes.  

“ Did I found one of the weaknesses of Dewey Finn ? “ You ask with your best sexy tone. “ Let’s see how many more I can find“ 

Taking his tie between two of your finger, you make him step forward, making his body pressed against yours in a pretty clear invitation that he didn’t miss. Resting on your hips until now, his hand became more and more active, exploring and caressing each curve of yours, from your ass to your breast that he gently cup before squeezing it. In his pants, his already hard erection,was teasing you, making your crave for his next move. 

Putting your mouth on his neck in an attempt to stopping you of jumping on him and simply fuck him on the floor. You suddenly feel him become a little bit more tense.

Lifting the border of your skirt enough to having an easy access, Dewey slowly push your panties aside, finding without effort your clitoris. 

“ Are your comfortable with my hand there ? “ Dewey simply ask, his finger brushing lightly against your clit. 

“ Couldn’t be more glad” You reply, gripping a little bit more tighter the front of his shirt.” don’t stop...please

Adjusting his hand on your pussy to push two fingers in your entrance and his thumb brushing your button. He proudly process to showing you the legendary dexterity of a guitarist. 

Keeping you still by grabbing your ass, Dewey quickly found a good rhythm to transform your arousal breath into a vocal moaning that he shut with a kiss. 

“ Shh...We have to be discreet” He remind you, a smirk on his lips, watching you enjoying the action of his finger, pumping in and out of you. “ God, you are so wet for me already “ 

Carefully removing his hand of your soak pussy, he helps you sit on the top of his desk,admiring the view of your flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. 

“ Shit...do you know how pretty you are ?” He asks you, opening your legs and keeping them spread before kneeling in front of you. His gaze lock in yours. 

Removing your cumbersome pantie, he throw it away without management and put his head between your legs, starting happily to eat you out.   

You couldn’t remember exactly when you put your hand on his hair. Is it was from the start or only when he had taken your clitoris into his mouth making you moaning his name like a prayer. But, now that your finger was in his dark lock, caressing, pulling and pushing his head closer to your sensible area, you didn’t want to let him go, feeling yourself more and more on the edge.

“ I...I coming” You moan when the orgasm explode on your body.     

Breathless and shaken,you felt all your other sense becoming numb letting only the sensation of the tongue of Dewey passing again and again on your over stimulated clit. Pinned down to the desk by the grip of Dewey on your thighs, you expel a weak cry of pleasure, feeling yourself melting under his mouth, now busy cleaning his mess. 

Standing between your leg, a proud expression paint on his face, his eyes darken by the desire. He let you came back to earth, kissing gently your lips, making you taste yourself on his wet mouth.

Putting down his pants and boxer,he make you lay down on the desk pulling you closer. You didn’t through that Dewey was the kind of man who’s like to lead in bed. But, watching him taking his cock to push it into you,making you moaning in unison,you didn’t mind letting him take the decision. 

“ Please tell me it’s not a dream...because I dream about you a lot” He confessed,his voice low by the pleasure rising in his body at the same time he was moving in you. 

“ No, thank god it’s not a dream” You reply, when your body trying to follow the pace, more and more fast of Dewey.

Shaking under you, the old table of hard wood was accusing the repetitive assault. 

Close of your second orgasm, you gave him a glance. Hairs stuck in the hair by the way you had pulling it earlier,his hands were firmly wrapped around your thighs. Growling each time his cock was pushing into you, you could easily see that he was himself really near the edge. 

“ Wait, If I continue like that I will never be able to bring you another orgasms” 

Surprise, you let him help you to get down off the desk and put you against it, you ass lift in the air for a better angle. 

“I was almost at my second” You weakly protest before choking on thin air at the feeling of the full length of Dewey pushing into you. “ Oh god “ 

“ We will have to reach it again then, shall we” He whisper on you ear, his chest press against your back. 

It didn’t take long for you to get lost in the pleasure that this new position was offering to you. Even more closer to Dewey that before, it seem to you that everything was amplify. To his rhythms, slow or fast depending of his goodwill, to the sound of your skins, slapping on each other and the things you like the most, his growling direct into your ears.

You second orgasm, still near, crash on you like a wave, making you back arc and your leg shake. Biting your lips to reduce your moaning, you feel Dewey smile against your shoulder and leave your hips to catch your breast, still trap into your clothes. Keeping them wasn’t exactly what you both wanted, but, if somebody surprising you, it was better to at least be able to getting dressed quickly. 

Adopting a good pace with his cock and his finger on your clits, making you think you will become crazy if he stops. You feel him leaving soft kisses on your neck, shoulder and hair.  

“ You feel so good Y/N i'm so fucking close” Dewey growl on you ear before slowing down“...Shit we forgot the condoms"

“ I take the pills” you assure him suddenly, scared that he definitely stop his so delicious move. 

Firmly grabbing your waist, Dewey came in you, his nose buried in the crock of your neck, making you moan of satisfaction. 

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Sit on the ground, your back against the desk and your head on Dewey shoulder. You was gently passing a finger into his open hand lazyly caressing his fingertips. Both of you had quickly collapse and was now trying to gain some energy before leaving the school.

“ So...how many weaknesses I found ? “ You joke, kissing his cheek. 

Letting escape a laugh, he gave you a side look. 

“ All of them, actually, you are my biggest weakness “  

Smiling, you put a kiss on his lips.

“ I will miss the little flirt game “ You confess, adjusting yourself between his arms.

“ Oh don’t worry, I will never let this game dying. But now, be careful because I will never have enough of you and your taste“ Dewey respond, capturing your lips in a soft but promising kiss.

@beetlebitchywitch​ @beetlejuicecansteponme​ @sofabearr​ @beejywords​

[hargroves-angel]

you and billy get in a fight and he asks max for help

I Really Fucking Like You Billy Hargrove

Summary - Billy does something he regrets but lets his temper get the best of him resulting in you and him having an argument, however this just makes Billy even more angry causing Max to help her step brother out.

Warnings - Swearing, Billy being mean, Angst, Fluff

A/N - So sorry that this took so long to get out I’ve got a lot to do this week so uploads are going to be spaced out, I hope that’s ok, I apologise in advance though angels!

The front door slammed shut gaining Max’s attention away from her homework. Billy was obviously home. he’d actually been pretty happy recently especially after having been dating you. He just hadn’t stopped smiling, she thought he was sick! you were having some sort of effect on him and it was quite scary for Max, someone had tamed the beast in her eyes. 

Billy hadn’t stopped being annoying but he wasn’t as mean, he even apologised to her for the whole car and her friends incident. 

“Fucking bitch” Billy grumbled as he walked past her open door. “Turn down that fucking music!” he yelled at her from his room. She rolled her eyes but none the less turned it down, going to shut her door. 

That’s when she got really confused. Were those sobs? from Billys room? Was he crying?

She peaked her head round the gap of his door. 

He had his head in his hands. She glanced around at the room seeing how much you really had changed him, everywhere was clean. No dirty washing, no empty beer cans, no cigarette butts in the ash tray. it was so clean. 

“What the fuck do you want shithead?” Billy growled. 

“What happened?” Billy shook his head and laughed lowly. 

“Why do you even care?” He shoved his head back in his hands. Max slowly crept over to sit next to him on the bed. 

“Because like you said, we’re family now… we’ve got to look out for each other” she mumbled cringing at her words as she looked around at his transformed room. To be honest you should come round more often, her room could do with a reorganisation.

“yeah well whatever, doesn’t even matter anyway”

“It clearly matters Billy, I’ve never seen you cry-”

“I wasn’t even crying… that much. Basically we went to a party and I got really drunk, I ended up kissing some girl… I thought it was Y/N, I promise I thought it was her- Same hair, same eyes, same everything to me at the time. The worst part is that this girl pulled me in for the kiss first and me thinking it was Y/N - I just kissed back” Max sucked in a breath. “I should’ve known it wasn’t her - and then I started yelling at her… Fuck I feel so bad” Billy shoved his head in his hands. 

“Well I think… the best thing is to talk to her”

“Ive already done that Maxine, she doesn’t want to talk about it”

“I don’t think think yelling about your point is the same as talking Billy” Max mumbled. 

“Whatever, It’s just she deserves more then just some half assed apology… She’s so important to me Max…”

“How about tomorrow you show up at her house, pick her up and take her to that movie she wanted to watch”

“What movie?” Billy asked genuinely confused.

“she’s been talking about it loads! It’s all she mentions?” 

With that Billy shoved his head right back in his hands. “I didn’t even fucking know that- you know what Maxine, fuck you! get the fuck out of my room now”

“Wait what?!” Max furrowed her eyebrows and huffed.

“Just fucking get out!” Billy yelled at her. Max knew better than to stay, she stomped out. Billy was definitely falling hard for Y/N, in a way it amused her, to see him even getting all angry every time a love song played, let’s just say he’s been working out a lot recently, he was hitting the weights every chance he got whilst the radio played some sort of love song, but it was when your song came on did she see Billy really fall apart, he dropped the weight on the floor and stomped into his room, anger and hurt radiating off him.  

Thats when she felt bad, he usually didn’t give a shit, every girl he’d been with eventually got mad or fed up of his antics and he would come home, bitch about them and then sleep it off not even caring about it the next day. He was so grumpy now a days so she had to do something. So she made a plan, she was going to get you two back together again. God knows you were both way too stubborn and Billy had locked himself at home for the most part, rock music blaring through the walls, the heavy stench of cigarettes and Mary-Jane coming from his room, but as much as she disliked her older step brother she knew she had to help him. 

You were definitely the nicest girl he’d dated. 

So that’s what she did. At 7am sharpish she asked Billy to take her to the lake, to “Meet some friends” He said no at first obviously so she did a bit of extra planning and made a deal, Dad won’t know about weed as long as Billy agrees to take her. He agreed eventually. 

Little did billy know that he was to meet you at that lake. Max had told you to meet her at the lake because she wanted to talk about ‘girl problems’ shed been having and she didn’t want to say it at home because it was embarrassing. 

Billy drove the whole way, cigarette dangling from his lips, sunglasses covering his sleep deprived eyes. 

She noticed how he hadn’t been sleeping recently. He’d been up all night crying but she wouldn’t tell him she knew because he sure as hell would have her for it. 

she impatiently tapped her foot on the floor of the Camaro, her lip caught between her teeth as she chewed on it nervously. This could go a few ways, either Billy gets hurt or you get hurt or maybe you make up. She hoped that you would make up. 

“Would you quit fucking tapping, so fucking annoy-” He paused as he saw you, he pulled into the clearing. 

“I have to go! Ummm maybe you should talk to her” Max ran out of the car. 

“You little fucking sh-” He stopped as he watched you turn around, your eyes landing on the blue car. He saw your smile slip, your eyebrows furrowing and a frown on your face. 

You were wearing his AC/DC shirt. He sighed, opening the door the cigarette being discarded on the floor. 

“Hey!, angel… look im really fucking sorry princess”

“Really Billy! Because Dana told me you didn’t care” You huffed. 

“Look just let me explain…” He felt his patience wearing thin. 

“No Billy! Because every time I let you ‘explain’ you end up yelling at me! telling me it’s my fault and im sorry but I don’t think I can-”

“I DON’T FUCKING YELL” He yelled. A regretful expression on his face as he carded his hands through the ends of his hair. He realised what he’d done, he sighed. “Im working on it baby” his eyes flickered to the floor. “It’s just gonna take time… I promise im working on it” 

“How much time Billy!? Because we’ve been together for 3 months now and you still have this temper! You don’t know how to control yourself, sometimes I get scared, and I know you won’t ever hurt me but, its just I hate this constant screaming match between us, I really fucking like you Billy Hargrove”

He sniffed, his nose scrunching as he looked away, thinking. He felt his eyes gloss over with tears again. He hated crying in front of you. He sniffed again, his face getting more scrunched up as he tried to hold back the tears. he felt your arms wrap around his waist. Your head rest against his chest as you held him. He’d cuddled you before, hell you’d hugged so many times but this felt like more. 

He felt the tears fall. You looked up at him and cradled his cheek in your hand. He still looked the other way, he hated you to see him like this.

“I really fucking like you” you whispered he stood stiff, not being used to this full out intimate feeling. He started to blink and shift his head to look down at you. he placed his hand on top of your one which was holding his cheek. 

“Im sorry…” he mumbled, his eyes were red and puffy. You nodded. 

“I know baby, it’s ok. I believe you over Dana, and im sorry for being impatient, you’re right, we are working on it… slowly but surely” You got on your tip toes to kiss him, he leaned down to meet your lips. you kissed passionately for what felt like hours until Max intervened. 

“Finally you’ve made up! Now can we stop being so dramatic and get home because I can’t do much with a skateboard in a wooded area” She held up her skateboard, her eyebrows raised at you both. 

“Sometimes I really fucking despise you Maxine, but you get the day off for now” Billy grumbled. His arm wrapping around your waist as you kissed his cheek. 

“You need a shower Hargrove, you reek of weed” You giggled into his ear. 

“Suppose you’re gonna have to take one with me, make sure im getting the smell out and everything” he mumbled.

“Ugh get a room” Max cringed as she shoved herself back into Billys car. Thank god she’d gotten you two back together otherwise she’d have to listen to (in her opinion) Billys god awful music for hours. she rolled her eyes and smirked at him. As much of a dick he was, he was family now. 

[parkneroses]

parkner week day 2! it’s a day late (a day and four hours in my time zone but i’m pretending i’m american so i don’t seem like a crazy person writing until 4am)

major thanks again to @emptycanoflizards who gave me lots of lovely (ᵘⁿᵈᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉᵈ) compliments on my day 1 fic and everyone else who said something nice about it!! thank you for the motivation to actually write this <3

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day 2: they were roommates/prom/jealousy

This was a nightmare. Both a personal one- Tony really wasn’t a fan of aliens, for obvious reasons- and a PR one. How the hell was he supposed to explain why these.. these butter monsters were completely unaffected by the abundant security measures around Avengers Tower? How was he supposed to predict that there were creatures in the universe that could just melt, and resolidify at will? How was he supposed to blow them to bits with drones if they just fused back together like some kind of nightmarish oil-based hydra? (the monster, not the organisation.)

Fire seemed to be the only thing capable of keeping them at bay, which was horribly inconvenient seeing as there were only two avengers capable of harnessing that element, and Rhodey was in fucking DC. And he definitely wasn’t about to let Peter start swinging around the top floors of the tower with a homemade flamethrower, no matter how much the kid insisted.

“Tony?” Captain America’s voice came through the comms.

“Busy,” Tony replied. Cap knew that of course, he could see the tiny flashes of light in the dark sky that was Tony in the Iron Man suit whizzing around and burning the monsters to a crisp eight hundred feet above him.

“Tony. We can’t do damage to the aliens on ground level. Civilians have been evacuated and the tower is on lockdown. The aliens don’t seem to be capable of range damage, they need to engulf someone to actually hurt them. They seem adamant on attacking the tower, nothing else is sparking their interest, and they’re not smart enough to go attacking civilians to get our attention. I say we go inside, look over our options. You can’t kill them all yourself.”

Tony wasn't in favour of leaving his tower to get soaked in… alien guts? No, butter. Thinking of it as butter made it slightly more tolerable. Who would want their home and workplace to smell like a two-star diner? Not Tony, that’s for sure, but something about how Cap’s usually stoic, unwavering tone was peppered with grunts and wheezes made him reconsider. Coney Island fair scented tower it was, then. He signalled to Friday to open up the second floor windows so the Avengers could climb in, and flew through behind them into a conference room.

Natasha’s usually pristine hair was soaked through with the butter. Tony got the impression that she’d nearly been taken out, if her sigh of relief was at all telling. Bruce looked slightly green, but that might have been the bluish tint of his tired skin mixing with the yellow liquid to look a sickly vomit colour. Steve and Bucky had splatters of the goop in random places on their gear, but they were mostly clean. True professionals, those two. Sam and Clint, who had been in charge of evac, were chilling on the couch. They had finished their jobs almost an hour ago, content to leave the heavy lifting to the rest of the team for once. Steve was the first to speak.

“It’s late. They’re not going anywhere. Break for the night. Recuperate, and at be geared up at seven in the morning to go back out and finish them off.”

Steve was the boss, so Tony didn’t protest.

*

In Tony’s defense, he never meant for the tower to actually house people. Sure, there were a couple spare bedrooms on his personal floor, and the Avengers’ rooms on the floor below his, but that was kind of it. The granite and marble floors, glass tables and concrete desks were picked for their sleek and minimalist style, not their comfort. Although it was nearing midnight, there were still a couple hundred people in the tower. Mostly due to night shifts, but there were always a couple of late-night stragglers, usually employees that couldn’t keep their mitts off their ultra exciting projects. Plus twenty or so S.H.I.E.L.D agents. And Nick Fury of course, because if there was a god in this cruel world, he was intent on making Tony suffer.

Pepper had been a dream in sorting out beds for the lockdown prisoners. Scientists who were used to long nights and sleeping in uncomfortable places curled up in the padded chairs of the desk jockeys, who in turn rested their sore spines in the nap holes scattered around the labs. There were spare blankets in the donation bins on the ground floor, so the security guards that weren’t on the job made beds on the floor of the lobby. Pepper was his saviour. And for that, Tony owed her.

“I’m not dealing with the S.H.I.E.L.D agents. I’ve done my part, and quite frankly I’m exhausted from a full day of running your company. It’s your turn now,” Pepper said, shrugging off her jacket and making her way to the elevator.

Tony turned to the Avengers.

“You guys down to share rooms?” He asked. That earned him a smile and a small nod from both Steve and Bucky, but glares from the rest of the team, and a tasteful, “Oh, hell no,” from Sam.

Tony huffed and pulled a chair out from the conference table. He slumped in it (there was a time and a place for impeccable posture, and this wasn’t it), and pulled up a map of the upper floors of the tower with help from Friday.

“Okay,” Tony muttered under his breath. “Twenty S.H.I.E.L.D agents, and seven spare rooms on my floor, plus Capsicle’s on the team floor, and couches. Twenty S.H.I.E.L.D agents, and eight bed spaces. Two per room, and two per couch. Friday, assign rooms based on personality and filter for lowest chance of conflict. Direct all S.H.I.E.L.D agents to their rooms.”

Tony was surprised at how easy that had been. Maybe he was actually capable of doing things without Pepper! Who knew?

The celebrations could wait until the morning. For now, Tony needed his beauty sleep. Early mornings were a bitch to his skin. He couldn’t imagine the butter was helping with that.

*

Of course, all good things had to end eventually.

Someone was knocking on his door. Tony didn’t like it when people wanted his attention during sleepy-hours. He laid his head back down on the pillow and felt his eyes slip closed.

But the knocking wouldn’t stop.

“Boss. Your door.” Friday reminded him. Tony sat up with a groan.

“Yes, Friday, I got that. Who is it?”

“Harley Keener is knocking on your door, sir. Would you like me to open it?” Friday asked. Tony’s eyes went wide. Of course he thought designating rooms was easy, he had fucked it up. And wasn’t that just how everything in his life went?

At Tony’s hurried request, the door swung open to reveal a lanky, six-foot-something boy wearing nothing but his Hello Kitty pajama pants, death-gripping the pillow in his arms.

“To-ny,” Harley slurred, his voice heavy and deep with lethargy. “There’s people in m’ room.”

Pepper tutted from where she lay at Tony’s side. With a dramatic sigh, he heaved himself out of bed to sort out yet another problem. If he wasn’t a billionaire, Tony would probably never stop complaining about how he wasn’t paid enough to deal with this shit. So what if he forgot the kid was staying over? He’d only been here a day and Tony had spent most of that day saving the world from oleaginous potential overlords. It wasn’t his fault.

Except it was, and that meant he had to help. He gently guided the kid by his shoulder back to the room he was meant to be staying in. It was the nicest guest room in the penthouse, specially decorated for Harley (not that the kid knew it), with sky blue walls and plants on every surface to remind him of home. And in the middle of it, sitting cross legged on the king sized bed with a hand full of Uno cards each, were Nick Fury and Maria Hill.

So much for getting Harley his room back.

Tony frowned and shut the door gently. Desperate times, he reasoned.

“Do you mind sharing a room with someone? Promise it’s only for one night.” He asked.

“S’long as the room has a bed in it, I’on’ care,” Harley mumbled, releasing his vice grip on the pillow for a second to rub aggressively at his eyes. Tony let his shoulders drop in relief and directed him the other way down the hall. He had been meaning to introduce his chil- no, his mentees eventually, and this seemed as good a time as any.

*

Harley stood fixed to the ground in shock next to Tony as the man explained the situation to the other kid- no, the angel sitting on the queen sized bed in the middle of the room. He had what looked to be a Physics textbook open on his lap in front of him, and Harley thought he heard the angel mutter something like, “Flamethrowers are dangerous, Peter. You could get hurt. Look where playing it safe got you. I couldn’t do my homework ‘cause I was too stressed and you- you smell like bad movie popcorn and guts,’ under his breath when Tony stopped talking

Harley gently lifted Tony’s hand off his shoulder and turned to face him.

“Go. I’m good here,” Harley said softly. Tony shrugged at him, and threw a strained smile at Peter that Harley roughly translated to, “Be on your best behaviour or we’ll be talking about this later.” He was well acquainted with that particular look.

Harley brushed it off and went to sit on the bed. He stuck his hand out to shake Peter’s.

“How do ‘ya do?,” He asked, his accent laying thick in the back of his throat. Peter shook his hand with a surprisingly strong grip, and his cheeks flushed a colour that reminded Harley of the baby pink irises that grew in his backyard back home.

“Good. Name’s Peter. Parker.”

“Nice to meet you, Peter. Parker. What’re you up to?” Harley flashed his most charming make-old-ladies-swoon smile, and Peter chuckled.

Harley felt himself relax. Peter’s laugh felt like a cold drink on a hot summer’s day, cooling him down on the inside while his face grew warm. It was light, and refreshing, and... he had missed the answer to his question.

“What was that, darlin’?”

Peter’s blush grew darker, and he squirmed for a second until he realised what he was doing and stopped abruptly.

“Physics homework. It’s boring, and it sucks. D’you wanna watch a movie or something instead?”

God, his voice was just as pretty as his laugh. Everything about Peter was pretty. He had really fluffy bed-head that reminded Harley of a pom pom, that he just wanted so badly to run his fingers through, and Harley could feel the blood in his cheeks heat himself up enough that he could just melt into Peter’s chocolate river eyes.

Harley was staring, and clearly Peter got the wrong idea.

“Or, or we could just go to bed, if you wanna, I just thought since it’s not that late-”

Harley’s eyebrows furrowed, and Peter’s sentence trailed off. They stared into each other's eyes for what felt like ten minutes, though it couldn’t have been more than a couple of seconds. Harley imagined being engulfed by liquid bronze as he tried to swim in the thick swirls of brown and gold in Peter’s irises.

He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts, and mumbled,

“Yeah, movie sounds great. What’ve you got?”

Peter smiled at him and pulled up the covers so Harley could get in properly. He pushed himself up against the headboard, arranging cushions behind him to support his back during the movie.

“Already got one open,” Peter said, scooching up next to Harley under the covers and laying his laptop between them. “It’s a classic.”

Harley smiled as the opening credits of Clueless began to play. Peter had great taste.

*

“Morning, lovebirds,” Tony said gleefully.

Harley groaned and grabbed his pillow tighter, pulling it flush to his chest and burying his face in it to shield himself from the light.

Except, the thing in his arms was something much harder than a pillow, and the scent of chemical coconut filling his lungs was definitely of a shampoo.

His sentient pillow groaned, pulling him closer and mumbled, “Five more minutes, Miss’r Stark.”

“No can do. Aliens are dead, and Clint made breakfast!” Tony’s jubilant tone didn’t falter. Harley raised an eyebrow at the man.

“What’d he make?” Harley asked sceptically. He hadn’t met the Avengers many times, but even he knew not to trust Clint’s cooking.

“Butter croissants!”

Harley stiffened, and Peter let a puff of breath that warmed Harley’s chest and mumbled,

“Oh, hell no.”

[propheye]

[   STATEMENT OF ANAIS VALENTINE,   REGARDING A 1996 FAMILY VACATION TO THE GRAND CANYON AND AN ATTEMPTED RITUAL SITE FOUND THERE.   STATEMENT GIVEN IN A DREAM,   JANUARY 2017.   ]

anais is not my real name.   i probably don’t need to tell you that;   you’re a tape recorder in a dream,   i’m sure you know my name.   dream-logic dictates you should know everything i know.   something else i know is that dream-logic isn’t always consistent,   doesn’t always make sense.   not in the usual dream way,   but in the this is more than a dream way,   in the way that i’m sure if i went hunting in the usher archives on monday i’d find the very recorder i’m talking into right now with these very words on it.

so hi,   future me.   i know i’ll be too curious to resist.   that’s the issue,   isn’t it?   my own fucking curiosity.

you want a story.   i know the deal.   here’s one.

my family was never the type to do much;   we went to the farmer’s market together every sunday but only because all our hands were needed to carry the groceries,   and that was probably the only time all five of us were in the same place.   mom worked nights,   dad worked pretty much all the time,   and i was the youngest of three.   but mom won the lotto when i was eight   —   not the kind of prize that makes you rich,   but a couple hundred meant we could have a family vacation for the first time,   and we road tripped from san francisco to the grand canyon.

it was a ten hour drive and by the end of it we were all sick to death of each other.   my sisters were teenagers by then   —   emil’s ten years older,   frank nine years,   so it’s not like we had anything in common.   mom and dad’d get divorced two years later,   and things were already tense there,   too.   we spent a very quiet night in a roadside motel   —   the kind of quiet that’s heavy,   that even an eight year old can tell would be a sin to be broken,   or would unleash something that no kid really wants to let loose.

the canyon’s big.   obviously,   right?   but it’s the kind of big that’s   —   that’s vast,   and i fucking know what that means,   now.   the elements at play.   that kind of scale isn’t something you can look away from,   even when you’re an eighteen year old supposed to be looking after your kid sister while your parents scope the gift shop for snacks.

i don’t blame emil for losing track of me.   but she did.   i was a tiny kid,   and it was easy to slip past barriers,   and i’d just had a climbing unit in my gym class,   where they hauled a rock wall into our gym and let us loose on it,   so i thought,   obviously,   that scaling the side of the canyon wouldn’t be any huge deal.

i fell.   of course i fucking fell.   it’s a goddamn miracle i didn’t fall further and break every single bone in my body.   as it was,   i only broke my leg;   it never healed quite right and i still have to use a cane on bad days.

it’d make sense if i’d screamed,   but i don’t think i did.   i remember being very sure that if i made any noise at all,   i’d get something’s attention.   i must’ve had a concussion too,   but i didn’t know what that meant,   and it wasn’t   ...   i’ve gotten concussions since then,   y’know?   it didn’t feel the same.   things weren’t fuzzy.   they were really clear.   like when i looked around i could see everything.

i saw:   an old man at the edge of the opposite side of the rocks,   with people falling around him.   i don’t know where they came from.   from the top,   would make sense,   but they seemed to just keep going,   like a repeat pattern.   i saw:   skeletons,   half-decomposed,   piling up from the very bottom where the water flowed until they’d almost reached the height i laid at.   i saw:   the air around me,   like it was a physical thing,   pressing in closer and closer until i could barely breathe.

more things,   too,   but they’re harder to describe.   more feelings than sights.

i turned myself around as quietly as i could and found myself in a cave,   and i sure as fuck hadn’t been there a moment ago,   but i wasn’t really in a place to question it,   was i?   on the wall there were carvings.   i saw them clearly,   even though it was dark and i’m pretty sure i still haven’t developed nightvision,   but it took me a second to understand them.   they were all eyes,   carved in relief so they were three-dimensional and jutting out at me.

i reached out to touch one.   that was fucking idiotic of me,   but i was eight,   so i’ve stopped judging myself for that one.

things stopped being all high-definition then,   so it’s kind of a blur,   but i must’ve finally started yelling because someone came and found me and returned me to my family.   vacation got cut short,   but that wasn’t really such a bummer   —   i got to miss the first two weeks of third grade to rest my leg,   and my family never had to be all in the same car for ten hours again,   thank fucking god.

the dreams started up afterwards.   i got really good at pop quizzes in my classes,   to the point that i wasn’t allowed to take the same ones as the rest of the class,   because the teachers thought i must’ve been cheating.   i mean,   i did cheat,   sometimes.   just not on those.   i dreamt that a boy in my grade was going to be in a car crash,   and he missed school for a week afterwards.   things like that.

it’s not always bad things,   but it usually is.   they’re easier to make out.   i don’t think this dream is one of those   —   they’ve got a certain tint to them,   and they’re like i’m looking through more eyes than just my own,   like a security camera setup is in my brain and i’ve got a three-sixty degree view.   this one’s weird,   but in the usher way,   not the cassandra way.

it wasn’t just the dreams that started after the canyon incident.   i’m always being watched.   i’m not paranoid,   no matter what my dad might’ve said if you asked him.   he thinks i’m dead now.   it’s   ...   it isn’t easy to fake your death,   exactly,   but after the first time it’s not hard.   after you figure it out once,   erasing yourself is a whole lot easier than keeping yourself the same.

i think that brings us to the now.   i could go into my two years in college before i dropped out,   or the half-dozen fake names i’ve had between eight and now,   but i’ve seen your ilk around the foundation.   don’t really get the recorders thing,   but it goes with everything else there,   right?   the watched feeling’s worse there,   but not oppressive in the way it is everywhere else.   more like a blanket than something smothering.   like i’m part of it,   somehow.

i started working at the usher foundation six months ago.   needed a tech person for their research team,   they said.   i’m going to destroy this damn tape if it actually shows up there,   so i guess i’m good to admit that that’s not why i started working there.   didn’t drop all my shit and move five states to dc because i saw a linkedin listing for something i hadn’t yet forged the qualifications for.   that’d be crazy.

there’s a reputation when you go snooping about weird shit of a certain kind.   not ghosts or whatever,   not bigfoot,   not even the paranoia thing,   but the grand canyon suddenly being filled with bones kinda weird.   y’know,   i’ve never actually told anyone about that part.   i knew,   even as a kid,   that it’d get written off as a hallucination.   all the roads lead to usher.   any answers i could get,    i could get there.

and i sure as fuck wasn’t going to give a statement of my own.   i guess that’s what i’m doing now,   but dreams don’t count unless they come true later.   i’ll deal with that when it happens.

so i’m working there,   researching and occasionally hacking when whatever info they need isn’t available.   you pick up skills like that.   an ex of mine was much better at computers than i was,   but i learned a lot from her in the year i stayed there.

i’m there to look into what happened to me,   sure,   but there’s a bigger reason.

i keep dreaming about the end of the world.   i don’t need to tell you which kind of dream those are.

[langdvnshepherd]

fallingforyou (Duncan Shepherd x fem!reader)

@its-mikha asked: Sweetie, maybe..Can you do an Duncan Shepherd x Reader where the reader and Duncan are BBF since they were kids, Y/N is now famous liberal journalist in all DC, strange no? a liberal journalist and a republican lobbyist being friends. Well, they both love politics (in there on ways) But this not about politics, this is about some confession that Y/N NEEDS to tell to his friend, but what happened if he doesn't feel the same thing as her? She couldn't risk to lost his only friend mostly, fluff :3

A/N: This was too cute and I was gonna just make this a small blurb but I kept going whoopsies! Hope you enjoy! Thanks so much for sending it in!

Word Count: 2.0k

     A nudge on your calf broke you out of your daze. 

     “You okay, Y/N?” Duncan asked from his spot beside you on the sofa. In public, his appearance was pristine. Pressed slacks, expensive watch, perfectly polished oxfords, not a single wave in his dirty blonde head out of place. But in the confines of his gigantic apartment, you’d never be able to tell that that same Duncan, the Duncan that wouldn’t be caught dead with a wrinkle in his shirt, was sitting beside you. He was completely at peace. Hips clad in grey joggers, wearing an old college tee with letters faded past the point of recognition. Glasses with large, clear frames hung low on the bridge of his nose, Duncan having been too lazy to press them back up due to the takeout tray of DC’s greasiest Chinese takeout in his hands. He was comfortable here, claiming that you were the only person he’d ever let see him like this. You were his best friend, which had posed quite the problem as of lately.

     “Mhmm,” you gave him your best fake smile, pretending your mouth was too full of chow mein to give a proper response.

     “Liar. You’ve been acting weird all night. For the past few weeks, actually. First, you haven’t said more than 5 words this whole time. Second, you didn’t even try to fight me when I turned off CNN. Not one smartass remark about Ted Cruz or the new legislation from the Senate. You haven’t even pried once to get me to talk about how the votes are gonna go for the session tomorrow. Don’t lie to me, Y/N. You seem to forget that we’ve known each other since we were 7. I know when something’s up.”

     “I’m fine, Duncan. Just tired. Work’s been kicking my ass. My boss wants that piece I’ve been working on about the Women’s March for the past 8 weeks soon and I just want to make sure it’s perfect.” You reached over and plucked a potsticker from his plate with your chopsticks, hoping the playful gesture would make him drop the subject.

     Duncan just glared at you from the opposite end of the couch. He was good at reading you. Too good for your liking, but he’d had nearly 20 years of experience. You two met in second grade and had been joined at the hip ever since. You learned how to ride bikes together, got drunk for the first time together, learned how to roll joints together, held each other through your first heartbreaks. Together, you made quite the odd pair. You’d taken different paths in college, him going off to work for his conservative lobbyist family and you taking a position with a well-known liberal journalist company, but he knew you like the back of his hand. You knew him just as well.

     “Okay, well I still don’t believe you. So you’re gonna have to start talking because I’m not leaving until I find out what’s got you in a mood.” You huffed at his prying and fixed your eyes back to the television, trying to concentrate on whatever the narrow-minded Republican news anchor was rambling on about.

     You’d come to the realization in the past few weeks that you loved Duncan. Not in a platonic way. Not the mutual love you had for each other having literally grown up together. You were in love with him, it just hadn’t struck you until recently. A boy you’d been seeing for 2 months broke it off suddenly, claiming that you cared more about spending time with Duncan than him. He was just insecure, or so you thought. After some reflecting, you realized his sarcastic remark of, “God! It’s like you’re in love with him or something!” was right on the nose. But it wasn’t the giddy, infatuating love that spurred on you suddenly. It was the slow, gradual progression from companionship and genuine admiration into an all-consuming love you weren’t quite able to explain with words. The lengthy stares you gave as he passed by you after a shower, a short towel wrapped around his waist, or the way you’d catch yourself staring at the beauty mark on his top lip couldn’t be dismissed. It was your mind pining for the boy you barely remembered not having in your life. You didn’t think you could ever be this comfortable around anyone in your life. But you knew for a fact that he didn’t feel the same. He couldn’t.

     Duncan half-heartedly tossed what was left of his dinner on the coffee table and turned his torso to face you. He leaned down to where your feet were tucked under your thighs, tugging your ankles out from beneath you in a manner that almost send the noodles in your hands flying. 

     “Duncan! What the fuck?!”

     He chuckled at the shock on your face, climbing on top of you and carefully taking the bowl from your hands, placing it on the end table beside you. He was hovering over you, propping himself up against the armrest. The close proximity of his face from yours brought a flaming heat to your cheeks and a swell of butterflies in your belly.

     “Tell me what’s wrong. Please, Y/N. I don’t like sitting here knowing something’s bothering you.” A look of genuine concern washed over his features. The wrinkles in his forehead now smooth, the muscles in his mouth relaxed, the blue-green hue of his eyes softening at the sight of you.

     “Your breath smells like shit,” you jokingly jabbed. Anything to change the subject. You weren’t ready to lose your closest friend when he found out why you’ve been acting the way you have.

     “Oh yeah?” Duncan retaliated by blowing his hot breath directly into your face, sending you into a fit of giggles and squirming.

     “You’re disgusting, Duncan. Get off me,” you breathlessly demanded, the words barely coherent from laughing. 

     “Ehh, you still love me,” Duncan stated. He placed a quick kiss to the tip of your nose before moving back to look you in the eyes.

     It felt like the room was closing in on you. With the way Duncan was looking at you and the position, you were in, it was almost like he was mocking you. It was unfair. Unfair that you felt this way and there was nothing you could do about it. Unless you were prepared to deal with whatever Duncan had to say, to hear him tell you that he didn’t feel the same, you were going to have to keep your feelings bottled up forever.

     In the silence that normally would have been comfortable between the two of you, you couldn’t help but feel like you wanted to jump out of your skin. Duncan’s eyes kept flickering from your eyes and to your lips, then back again. You were frozen, paralyzed under him. Your chest rapidly moving up and down, heart beating in your ears. 

      Without giving you time to brace yourself, Duncan pressed his lips to yours. It was gentle and soft like he felt you might crumble beneath him if he used too much force. You were so overwhelmed that you couldn’t even comprehend what was happening until he quickly pulled back from your face, practically jumping off of you and moving back to his corner of the couch to safety.

     “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I...I just thought that... I’m sorry.” Duncan began rolling apology after apology from his tongue, clearly mortified that he had done such a thing and that you were too shocked to reciprocate. You sat up and faced him, fingertips running over the skin of your lips that still tingled from Duncan’s touch, adrenaline pumping in your veins.

     “Duncan,” you began, a burst of confidence suddenly taking over you. You made your way to him, scooting over until you were straddled across his waist. His hands instinctively moved to your hips, fingers resting over the fabric of your sweatshirt. Well, it was Duncan’s sweatshirt, but you’d claimed it as yours long ago and he’d never bothered to put up a fight for it. With the roles reversed, you closed in on him, moving torturously slow, like you were waiting for him to stop you. But he didn’t. He met you halfway, sighing into your mouth when your lips finally melted together. His hands moved from your hips to cup the back of your head and hold you close to him, like in an instant you would regret your decision and run from him. This was it. The man you had been pining after for what felt like an eternity, the man that had been there for you through every obstacle in your life and in your career, was sitting beneath you, kissing you back.

     “I love you, Y/N. I always have,” Duncan confessed as he begrudgingly broke his lips away from yours. “I realized a long time ago that no matter how many girls I went out with, no matter how they made me feel, it was never the same as when I’m around you. You’re home. I’ve told myself that I could be happy just being your friend, that just being with you was enough even if you didn’t feel the same. And it is, it was. Seeing how upset you were over that guy that broke up with you a few weeks ago made me jealous. You deserve someone that makes you happy, not someone that makes you cry.” The color had drained from his face. Like he might vomit over everything he had just said. It was his deepest secret. And he’d just spilled his guts to the one person he’d never wanted to find out.

     “When?”

     “When, what?” His eyelids fluttered, anxiety-ridden and feeling like his heart was about to be broken into a million pieces

     “When did you realize you loved me?”

     “We were 17. You made me sneak out of my mom’s house at 3 in the morning and took me to that abandoned boat house by the dock to talk shit about your sister and smoke a bowl. Then we got chased out by that fat cop that threatened to arrest us for trespassing. I remember looking at you running through the woods and thinking there was no way in hell I’d ever do something like that for anyone else as long as I lived.” He was being honest, not a stitch of hesitation in his voice. You felt your stomach twisting in knots. This whole time you’d both been in love with each other and were too oblivious to see it. 

     “I wasn’t crying because he broke up with me, by the way,” a smile creeping onto your face. Duncan looked up at you with confusion, not knowing what you were getting at. “I was crying because he told me I was more in love with you than I was with him. I didn’t even realize it until he screamed it in my face. This whole time, the only person I cared about had been right in front of me my entire life.”

     You were both laughing now. Duncan’s hands snaked from your hips to wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You could smell his obnoxiously expensive cologne mixed with the grease from dinner on his collar. 

     “Guess we’re both idiots, huh?” He rubbed soothing circles on your back as he stared at the ceiling.

     “Clearly.” you chuckled into his neck, nose brushing against the scruff you’d once been completely against, but grew to love over the years. For the first time in weeks, you relaxed around Duncan. Finally certain where you stood with him, and knowing for certain that he loved you back.

~

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[trashforhockeyguys]

All Your Life// William Nylander

You’d met William Nylander when you were young. Your family moved around quite a bit, but somehow fate put you in Washington DC around the same time that William’s father was traded to play for the Washington Capitals.

Despite how young the both of you were, the two of you almost instantly became best friends. Your father’s company had connections with the Caps which in turn meant you has season tickets. You could remember spending almost every game sat beside Willy, hopelessly listening to him trying to explain everything to you. Even now, many years later, those are some of your fondest childhood memories.

The following year, both your’s and William’s family moved. Causing the separation of you and who you thought would be your lifelong friend. You found yourself living in New York, which wasn’t a horrible place for an eleven-year-old to live. But you were lonely without Will, however you made sure you got to see him every time he came to town.

It didn’t take long for fate to bring you two back together though. The following season, William’s family was brought to New York, his dad having been traded to the Rangers. It was like nothing had changed between you and Willy, the two of you picked up exactly where you left off.

As time went on things changed of course, you moved again and so did he. But ultimately you both found your way back to DC for a time. But that didn’t last either.  

Even after all these years, you could still remember William saying goodbye to you for the last time. The way he fought back tears because he was trying to act tough. You remembered the way he tucked your long hair behind your ear and smiled sadly, promising to keep in touch. Or the way he said that you’d have to come visit him, wherever they landed, even if it was back in Sweden.

But the one thing you could remember clear as day, almost as if it had just happened, was the way be slowly and cautiously leaned in to kiss you. The action had caught you completely off guard. After all, you hadn’t even given much thought to you and Willy being anything but friends. But in the moment, you could see an entire future with him. It was strange the way it worked.

But in a second, he was gone, much like a ghost.

You’d tried to keep in touch with him. You both called whenever you could, but as you both got older it got harder. By the time he moved back to Sweden you knew you’d probably never speak again. But that was okay, you’d grown up and moved on with your life. To you, William had become just another little blip on a timeline. Another childhood friend lost to the years.

By the time you graduated high school, you barely even remembered knowing him at all. You still watched hockey when it was on though and went to a few games with your dad, but in no way would call yourself a true fan. You didn’t even know William had been drafted, or that he was still playing.

For college, you found yourself at the University of Toronto, on almost a full academic scholarship. You were more than excited to finally get out on your own. You couldn’t wait to explore the city and country. You were finally getting the opportunity to be on your own, no strings attached.

You’d finally ditched your deadbeat high school boyfriend, who’s only aspiration was to join a frat and go on the longest bender possible. Your parents had finally settled down in upstate New York, saying that it was always their dream to live there. You’d finally figured out what you wanted to do with your life and knew that Toronto was probably where you wanted to stay to do it. You finally felt as if life was falling into place for you.

You were walking out of one of your favorite coffee shops when someone came running in and smashed right into you, both knocking you on the ground and spilling your coffee everywhere. You’d already had a shit day thanks to your alarm not going off on time, so you were ready to scream at the person before-

“Shit, fuck, I’m sorry! Here let me help you-“ The person stopped speaking abruptly, which made you look up.

Your eyes went wide. He was the last person you expected to quite literally run into. Yet, here you both where.

“Y/N?” His blue eyes were twice as wide as yours.

“William. I- What are you doing here?” You questioned.

“I live here, well kind of,” He carefully helped you up to your feet,” I play hockey here, for the Marlies.”

Your breath hitched, you didn’t know all that much about hockey, but your dad was a Toronto native and you could remember him saying that the Marlies were like a development team thing for the Maple Leafs. Which, as far as you knew, meant that William had made it.

“That’s um- that’s great. I guess I should’ve known you were still playing,” You laughed almost nervously.

“What about you? God, we haven’t seen each other since we were kids!” He exclaimed,” You um- you look-“

“Yeah, you too,” You quickly replied,” I um, I go to U of T now. So, uh yeah.”

The two of you continued the extremely awkward interaction for a few more minutes before you finally decided to run. He put his number in your phone and told you to let him know if you ever wanted to catch up or come to a game. You hadn’t seen him play in years and that was long before he was playing actual pro level hockey.

You didn’t text him for a few weeks. You’d gone back and forth with your roommate, explaining the whole situation and asking multiple times if she thought it was a good idea. In all, it took you nearly four weeks to work up the courage to actually text him. It surprised you that he texted back almost automatically.

Somehow, despite the differences that appeared in the years since you’d last been friends, you both settled back into your friendship. Just like last time, it was almost as if nothing had ever changed. As time went on, you spent more and more time with Willy.

He’d come hang out in your dorm when you still lived on campus and later at your apartment. You’d spend time with him and his teammates over at his place. The two of you became almost inseparable. You loved almost every minute of it.

“You’re coming tonight, right?” William asked before one of the last games of his season.

“Wouldn’t miss it, you dumbass,” You laughed,” Besides, it’s not like I have anything better to do. Plus, thanks to you I now love watching grown men hit each other for a little rubber puck.”

He laughed and kissed the top of your head, something he’d started doing in the previous weeks. You would’ve been confused by it, if you hadn’t wished it’d turn into something more. It almost seemed crazy to you, but you wished that you and Willy would be more than just friends.

“Would you mind maybe wearing this?” William asked, tossing you one of his jerseys,” I mean you don’t like, have to or anything.”

“I would’ve worn one a long time ago,” You admitted, tugging the jersey on,” But honestly I was too broke to buy one, and I didn’t want to steal one of yours, unless you wanted me too.”

“Okay, right. I’ll see you after the game?”

You nodded, but you couldn’t help but feel a little stupid. He was just being polite because you didn’t have a jersey and just about everyone you knew that went to the games did. But you went to the game and proudly wore his jersey, knowing it obviously didn’t mean what you thought it did.

He proved you wrong a couple of months later. He’d taken you out for pizza for your birthday, which turned into you both talking and walking the streets of Toronto. You both joked about things you’d done together when you were younger. You knew things were changing between you two, you could practically feel the tension that had been building.

“I hated when you left the last time,” You admitted,” That was honestly one of the hardest years.”

He stopped dead in the middle of the sidewalk. You weren’t quite sure what was going on with him, he’d been acting a little off all night. Part of you figured it was because he’d been hit pretty hard during the last game, or maybe he was starting to worry about being called up to play for the Leafs.

But when he cupped your face and leaned in, your entire body threatened to shut down. This kiss wasn’t the same as the one you shared years ago. This time you were both older and obviously knew what you were doing. But somehow, it was still cautious and careful. You could tell he didn’t want to overstep.

You found yourself clutching onto him, almost as if you’d float away if you let go of him. When you broke away, you were both breathless. You couldn’t help but giggle a little, truth be told you felt like a kid again.

“I should’ve done that sooner,” He admitted.

“I agree.”

From that moment on the two of you spent as much time together as you could. You’d steal kisses before a game, or sometimes he’d meet you at campus in between your classes. You’d call each other when he was on the road and spend hours on the phone.

It wasn’t an easy relationship, that was for sure. The distance in the off season was awful and the constant road trips were brutal. Yet, somehow, you’d managed to make it work. The both of you said it was because you’d managed to do it as children, so why not now?

Which brings you to your current situation, two years later. You, William, and some of his teammates from the Maple Leafs were all hanging out at the apartment that you and William now shared. William was lying with his head in your lap, laughing at something Auston had said, as you played with Willy’s long blond hair. Willy was running his fingers up and down your arm that was draped across his chest, which caused you to smile slightly.

“God, can you two stop being so cute?” Mitch groaned,” It’s gross Will!”

“Oh please, you and Steph are just as bad,” You pointed out.

Mitch grumbled, but didn’t say another word. I loved days like this, when we could all just hang out. The season had rough this year in terms of the schedule. If Willy wasn’t gone, you were off working at an art studio. Sometimes you’d forget how long you’d been there and Willy would have to come drag you home.

“Are you coming to the game in New York next week?” Willy asked you suddenly.

You looked down at him and smiled softly,” Yeah, my parents are coming into town for it too. You really should consider yourself lucky that my dad’s even coming.”

“Why? What’s wrong with your dad?” Auston asked, having met both of your parents when they came to visit in the fall.

“He has this weird thing with the Rangers now,” William answered for you,” Don’t really know when or how it started. But he hates MSG now.”

“Well, that and he was totally thrilled when he found out I was dating a hockey player,” You added,” But I think he relaxed when he found out it was Willy.”

“Oh? So, Willy is better than the rest of us?” Mitch questioned, obviously trying not to laugh.

“It just that we’ve known each other almost all our lives,” Willy shrugged,” I guess he figured I wouldn’t hurt her.”

You smiled and combed through his hair some more,” He also knows that you know that he’d kill you if you ever did anything.”

Willy hummed and closed his eyes, seemingly content for the time being. You were almost positive the boys would give him crap later, they almost always did, but he didn’t seem to mind. He’d gotten up to walk the boys out, but the moment he came back inside he returned to the same position and put your hand back on his head. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, little snores falling from his lips.

Your heart felt so full, you knew it sounded so incredibly corny, but you didn’t know how you could possibly love anyone more than you loved him. All the little things over the years only made you love him even more. The way you used to chase each other through your back yard or go to all the games together. The way that he’d call you after each move and complain that he’d rather be where you were.

There was no doubt about it, you’d loved William in one way or another for most of your life. He seemed to always be there, but when he did leave he always found his way back. You didn’t think you’d ever have a relationship like this until you two found each other again. Now you couldn’t imagine anything else.

“I’m going to ask you to marry me one day,” He mumbled a few hours later.

You smiled softly, knowing he was still pretty much asleep and probably didn’t know what he was saying. But that didn’t stop you from replying in the only way you could.

“Well, one day I’ll say yes.”

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

I Almost Slapped a Chick With My Sweat Rag...

So some days at the gym are harder than others, and then there are the days that just suck. The ones where you’re there, but lord help you, you so badly DO NOT want to be there.

I’ve started month two of my three-month program which basically means I’ve added the cardio workout from hell. Now on top of my thirty to forty-five minutes of weights, I’m doing thirty to sixty minutes of elliptical as well. 

Every. Damn. Day. (Everything hurts but that’s another story for another day)

So I get my forty minutes of weights out of the way and go get on the elliptical. There are four in a row which overlook the pool, and the second from the left had a guy on it so being a “normal” human being, I got on the one at the far right. No it's not my favourite machine, he happened to be on my favourite machine, but I digress.

So there I am, huffing, puffing, sweating, and swearing my way through the first ten minutes because it takes me ten minutes to stop wheezing air like I’m a ninety-year-old chain smoker (the fire haze isn’t helping my mild asthma issues either) when the dude on my favourite machine leaves. 

Nice. All alone to suffer by myself, because that’s the way I like it, dammit! But I’m not about to switch machines, not when I’m halfway through the cardio from hell.

Now I’m fifteen minutes in and talking to myself (in my mind because when you talk to yourself out loud people tend to think your a little woo-woo crazy town) and it’s an inner mantra of, “Bitch! You’ve got this. It doesn’t matter if your feet are numb. Your legs aren’t going to burn forever. You’re seventeen minutes in. You can do this. Your body is not your master. Fuck yeah! God, I hate this, but screw you fat cells! You're my BITCH! You ain’t gonna get the best of me. No sir!” 

Then it happens. 

The skinniest, perkiest, chirpiest chick gets on the machine RIGHT BESIDE ME. Now there are four machines. I’m on the end. There are three to my left. Three. All empty. But no. She pops her tight, perky little ass on the machine right freaking beside me. 

I’m nineteen minutes in, swearing mentally because I want to quit so damn bad when that gets on the machine next to me. She may be a perfectly nice woman, barely scraping the early side of twenty next to my late thirty-year-old ass, but I am not in the mood to be rational. 

I am bitchy, exhausted, and having a, “Why am I putting myself through this torture when I swear I haven’t lost a damn pound?” moment.

So I ignore her and go back to mentally pushing myself while listening to the sweet sounds of AC/DC and Led Zeppelin screaming in my ears, and feel only a little envious when she starts her work out, and I glance over and see she’s running her 7.3mph compared to my 3.8mph. 

Fucking forest nymph may have run through my brain, but whatever. She’s in shape, I’m not. Get over myself. Sure she may spend her day sipping her half calf, non-fat, triple shot, sugar-free, mocha frappe whatever, but that’s fine. She’s young. You do you. 

I’ll be over here wiping my face with my soaked towel, my shirt drenched, and underwear squeaking against my ass while you glow and giggle at your phone. I’m twenty-four minutes in. I have six to go. I can do this! I am a BEAST!

(As a side note, there really is nothing better than the feeling you get when there are more minutes elapsed than remaining on your timer.)

The sweat is dripping down my face, so I reach up, pull off my cap, and go to wipe my face when I notice my perky neighbour has her phone up, pointed at her face which just so happens to be turned away from me, and I can see myself in her damn phone camera. 

I don’t look good, btw. Red-faced, sweaty, hair a mess because it’s been in my hat for a good hour at this point. Then, “CLICK”.

SHE TAKES A GOD DAMNED SELFIE!!! And I’m in the fucking picture. 

I hate having my pic taken on the best of days. I kid you not, there are more pictures of me at Halloween than any other time of the year because that is legit the only time I will let it happen when I can be, well, not me.

I’m stunned. So much so I misstep the elliptical and nearly fall off before jamming my hat back on my head after quickly wiping my face. Now she’s got Instagram open and a few clicks later I read, #Gym Life, #Work It, #Loving Life #Sweaty Bitch.

Really? Really? My sweat towel is clenched in my fist. I am legit seconds away from slapping the chick off her elliptical with it when she hops off her machine and walks away, ponytail swinging enthusiastically behind her. I am having visions of cutting off said ponytail and strangling her with it when my machine beeps and I realize I’m done. 

Haha, fuck yeah! I get off, legs shaking, feet completely dead, and stand there sucking water like I’ve spent three days in the wilderness when I notice perky little Insta-chick is now on a treadmill and pulling the same shit with another less than fit woman. 

After six weeks at the gym, I’ve met a few people. One happens to be the most intimidatingly fit woman I’ve ever seen. She’s just... ripped, but not body builder ripped, just incredibly, incredibly fit. I have no idea what her name is, but she’s nice enough to nod and smile when we cross paths, exchange a few words, and be really encouraging when I’m having a rough set/day. 

She smiles. I nod, roll my eyes, and tilt my head toward Insta-chick. She frowns, glances over, and I swear the power of Thor overcame her because I have never seen anyone’s face fill with thunder like that before. Within seconds, she’s storming toward Insta-chick, hops on the treadmill right beside her, pulls out her phone, snaps a picture, and states loudly, “This one’s going to be labelled hashtag poser!”

I damn near snorted water out my nose. Insta-chick got all stuttery but left quickly. Fit girl grinned broadly, threw me a smirk, and went back to her workout.

The entirety of my crappy ass day disappeared in a moment. 

The people in my gym, man. They are fierce and I’ve never been more connected without actually knowing anyone before ever.

T~

[god--baby]

i missed you (sfw)

belch huggins x reader

hedgehog anon asked: so I know you like belch and I know I like belch but if you could write a belch fanfic where it’s the s/o coming back from vacay and they’re all happy and fluffy and ahhhhh 🦔

and i took 3,000,000 years to write it because i’m 🎵 ~~the worst~~ 🎵

but i hope you like it  💖

i’m tagging @tonguepopperr and @reggiebhuggins because i love y’all

summary: when you get home from vacation, all you want is to see your boyfriend. so he picks you up. 

word count: 1143

A month was too damn long to be away from your boyfriend. Too. Damn. Long.

You’d tried to keep in touch, but you pretty quickly ran out of quarters for the payphone, and your parents didn’t see what was so important about Belch that you keep in contact with him.

When you finally arrived at home, you immediately called him, not even unpacking your bag first.

“Hello?” he mumbled into the phone.

You grinned.

“Guess what?” you said.

“My baby’s home?”

“Yup. And I want to see you. Like, now.”

“Well, I can do that. I’ll be there in ten.”

“’Kay. Love you.”

“Love you too, baby.”

Less than ten minutes later, he picked you up. He actually got out of the car and you ran to him. He picked you up and spun you around, peppering your face with little kisses as you laughed.

God, you’d missed him.

“You miss me?” he asked, like he knew what you were thinking.

“Every second of every day, babe. I missed you so, so much.”

“I missed you, too. C’mon.”

You got in the Trans Am, and he turned up the radio, speeding out of your neighborhood. You drove down barely paved back roads, sliding through turns and laughing as you flew over hills, your hair blowing in the wind the open windows let in.

God, it was good to be back.

Finally, he parked in your personal favorite spot. It was an overlook — just a hill with a view of a pasture sprinkled with cattle. You unbuckled your seatbelt and scooted over until you were basically in his lap. You sighed, just breathing with him.

The radio sang to you, Bon Jovi swearing he’ll be there for some girl. You changed the station, unsatisfied. Finally, you landed on some AC/DC, and you let out a whoop, getting out of the car and running to Belch’s side. You pulled him out to dance with you, and he laughed, watching you jump up and down and pump your arms to the beat of the song. He wasn’t much of a dancer, but he loved watching you move, so you didn’t mind.

You mouthed the words to him: you shook me all night long, yeah you —

He grinned at you and pulled you in for a kiss. You smiled up against his lips as his hands slid down and grabbed your ass, pulling you into him.

“Boy, you did miss me,” you teased. “My ass, at least.”

“Missed all of you, baby. You know that,” he said.

“I know.”

You kissed him again, harder, and he backed you up against the hood of the car, the radio still playing as you slid your tongue into his mouth. You broke the kiss as he hauled you up to sit on the hood, making you just a bit taller, Belch not having to lean down as far to kiss you.

“Missed you in my bed,” he said, his lips dragging over yours as he spoke. “Under me, on top of me. Missed you so much. But you know where I missed you the most?”

“Where?”

“In my car. Sitting shotgun. Singing along to something on the radio. Looking at me like you’re doing right now.”

It was the closest to poetry you knew he’d ever come, and you smiled up at him with all the warmth you could muster. Every bit of you belonged with him, belonged to him.

“How ‘m I looking at you right now, babe?” you asked.

“Like you love the fuck out of me.”

“Don’t you fucking forget it,” you said, putting your arms around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss.

When the kiss ended, you spoke again.

“You know what I want right now?” you said.

“Ice cream?” he guessed.

Your eyebrows shot up. “Holy shit. I didn’t know it, but hell yeah, I fucking want ice cream. We’ll have to get some in a minute. But I was thinking, it’s been a hot minute since you gave me a hickey.”

He smiled, the corners of his eyes wrinkling in delight.

Then, he pressed a kiss right under your ear.

“You miss having people know you’re mine, baby?” he murmured. You shivered just the tiniest bit. God, but when his voice got soft like that… it hit you where you lived.

“Fuck, yeah. Had to walk around for weeks with nothing to say I was taken.”

“Well, I can fix that.”

He pulled the neck of your tee shirt down just a bit, then began sucking on your skin, just barely biting down. You sighed and hooked his hat off with one finger, trailing your other hand through his hair.

After a minute, he seemed satisfied, and both of you got back in the car. You pulled down the mirror to look at your neck. It was nice and red for now, but you knew it’d turn purple by the time you got to the old-fashioned ice cream parlor on King Street.

Sure enough, once you got there, your neck had bruised up nicely. You smirked at yourself in the mirror and Belch let out a sweet belly laugh.

“You happy, baby?”

“Mm. Yeah, I am.”

You leaned over and pecked him on the lips before you both got out of the car and went inside.

You both ordered a cone — strawberry for you, chocolate for him — and Belch paid, pushing your hand away from your pocket when you even barely made a move to pay for yourself.

“Don’t you dare,” he said.

You stuck your tongue out.

“I’ll get us next time,” you said, like you always did.

“No, you won’t,” he said, just like he always did.

It wasn’t a real argument, not after all this time. If you still thought that he’d ever let you pay for yourself, you had another thing coming. He’d pay for you even if it meant there was nothing left for him — it was just the kind of man he’d been raised to be.

He wasn’t perfect, but damn, if he didn’t try to be for you.

You both took your ice cream outside, where you sat on a concrete bench, side by side under a huge red sun umbrella. You threw your legs over his lap and he put his arm around you.

People stared, but they always did when one of the boys in the gang was loving on someone. It was like people thought they were incapable of it, just ‘cause they picked on people and liked starting trouble.

One lady stared for far too long. Both you and Belch sneered at her at the exact same time, then laughed when you saw each other’s face.

He kissed your temple, pulling you closer.

“You happy, baby?” he asked.

He was always asking.

“Yeah, babe.”

And you always were, with him.

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The fuck are you wearing? [MiyaAka]

Beer? Check.

Pizza? Check.

Movie? Check.

Casual but not-so-casual-clothes-that-are-still-suitable-for-a-date? Check.

Keiji took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a brief moment. He was nervous. Very nervous. He was supposed to meet his date in approximately 5 minutes but he sensed a mini panic attack coming. It was the first time his guest came at his place and Akaashi suddenly realized that he was one hell of a perfectionist. Everything had to look perfect. Not too messy but not too organized either, relaxed but serious too, warm and welcoming, but at the same time, sober. He wanted to faze his date, and making a bad impression at the first sight of his apartment was out of question. His outfit had to be perfect too. Akaashi chose to wear a gray hoodie and black, ripped jeans, still debating on putting on something more…sexy or not. He decided not to. Hopefully, he looked good enough.

Inspecting everything again and ensuring that things looked neat and clean, but not too neat and clean because that would make it look like Keiji was some clean freak, Akaashi ran a hand through his black locks, drumming his fingers impatiently against his hip. God, he hated this. How could people be so chill when it came to inviting others to their place?

As if on cue, the male heard the doorbell ringing, making him jump startled and curse under his breath. Taking another deep sigh, Keiji approached the door and opened it, welcoming his guest with a small, warm smile.

Atsumu looked as stunning as ever. In fact, Akaashi decided that he looked a hundred times better than the last time, but that was something he thought every time he saw the blonde, so it didn't really matter. Beautiful hazel eyes met his dark blue ones and Keiji might’ve widened his smile by a little, little bit. Not too much, he's not that attracted, duh.

Atsumu wore a pair of navy jeans and a black leather jacket with a red shirt underneath, along with a pair of gray Vans. But it wasn't the outfit what made Keiji widen his eyes almost imperceptibly. It was Atsumu's fucking pretty face and his coy smile that welcomed the setter. Damn. Him.

They met each other on Tinder. Yeah, out of all possible places ever, the collected, calm Akaashi Keiji chose that damned app to save his inexistent love life. But hey, aside from creeps and weirdos, Keiji didn't encounter any other disturbing things. And Atsumu was one of the pleasurable surprises he met there.

They've dated for nearly 4 weeks, going to movie theaters, clubs, coffee shops or simple park walks and the brunet really enjoyed them. Being a private individual, Akaashi didn't really want to invite the blond home, but after the 6th date, Keiji has convinced himself that Atsumu was in fact, a really cool person. He also concluded that he wouldn't mind it at all if he got at least one make-out session from him. Absolutely not at all.

Despite his "fuckboy" appearance, Miya was sweet and funny. He had brains, was polite enough, showed a genuine interest for Keiji and his likings, treating him with care and on top of all, Keiji felt comfortable around him. So comfortable that he developed a huge crush on him. That's what matters when it comes to choosing a suitable partner, right? Yes, Atsumu was a total flirt and there were times when Keiji felt like slapping the shit out of him for his provocative comments and jokes but in general, Miya was worth it. Bonus points for his hot looks. Lots of bonus points.

"Hey, gorgeous." the blond greeted Keiji, his smirk softening into a genuine smile. Akaashi's beam widened as he acknowledged his salute, feeling his cheeks redden a little at the change of Atsumu's expression and stepped back to welcome the other inside. Once he closed the door, Keiji turned to face him when Miya suddenly pulled the setter closer. Holding him by the waist with his right arm and leaning in, he pressed a chaste kiss on Akaashi's slightly parted lips. Soon after, he pulled back and released him, leaving a wide-eyed, blushing Akaashi gawking. Atsumu only grinned, his own cheeks covered in a slight red hue as he stared back, clearly amused by the dark-haired male's expression before he bent down to take off his shoes and place them near the porch. That was another thing that the blue-eyed man loved/hated about Atsumu. He could fluster and shut him up immediately just with a kiss or a smile. It irked Keiji to no end but he somehow forgot about his complaints pretty quickly every time he looked at the blond. He wondered if his growing attraction and fondness for the other had something to do with this.

"Nice flat you have here, Keiji~" the blond whistled as he looked around, taking off his jacket. The next moment, the faux blond turned his head back to face Akaashi, a broad grin curling his lips upwards. "But the owner is nicer, I must say." he added, winking. Miya's words had Keiji rolling his eyes at him, a small laugh leaving his lips as he stepped closer. On the inside though, Akaashi was squealing at Miya's cheesiness, hoping that his blush wouldn’t darken more.

"Didn't know that you met Hanako-san, but I'll pass her your compliment." Keiji snorted, grinning back. "She sure likes receiving compliments from young, attractive males, especially at her age." he added, his smirk only widening when he saw Atsumu's confused features.

"Hanako-san? Who in the name of cherry popsicles is that?" he asked.

"She's my landlady, Atsumu." the brunet replied, watching the blond as he widened his eyes in realization. "And she's 75."

The look Miya had on his face made Akaashi snort loudly and he covered his mouth quickly to muffle his snicker while leaning his shoulder against the wall. "What? You said yourself, she's very nice." Keiji continued, proud that he could fire back.

Atsumu, on the other side, frowned in realization and embarrassment, blushing brightly. He certainly didn't like when he was the one teased, especially by such good looking and smart-mouthed people like Keiji. That was a…sensitive topic for his masculine pride or whatever.

"Shut up." he grumbled annoyed, grabbing Keiji's hand and dragging him to the other's living room. "You know what I meant, ass." he continued, throwing his jacket on the couch. The brunet rolled his eyes again and laughed, nodding solemnly despite his teasing beam. Atsumu noticed that too but decided not to comment and forgive him. He was feeling generous that day. Instead, he sat on the beige settee and turned his head to watch Keiji properly, raising an eyebrow expectantly, completely dismissing his earlier embarrassment.

"Is this how you treat your guest, Keiji-kun? I thought you were raised better than this. At least offer me a drink or something, Christ!" he spoke, his calm yet scolding expression making the brunet laugh again. With a small chuckle, Akaashi bowed down exaggeratedly and threw the other a beer can that he grabbed from the coffee table and stepped closer as well, ready to sit down. He spared Atsumu a look, totally checking him out and was about to speak when he saw Atsumu's shirt.

"….The fuck are you wearing?" he asked slowly, staring at the shirt with narrowed eyes. Miya wore a burgundy red tee, with the atrocious message "DC>Marvel" printed on his chest with big, bold letters. That had to be a joke.

Miya blinked confused, taken aback by the sudden change of atmosphere, feeling himself diminishing under Keiji's hard glare. "W-what?" He then looked down, trying to understand just where was Akaashi looking so intensely. Once he figured that he was talking about his T-shirt, Atsumu blinked slowly, staring back up at Keiji, who still stood on his feet. "I'm wearing a T-shirt? Is there a problem with that?" he asked hesitantly, raising an eyebrow.

"I know that, I'm not blind. Care to explain what's written on it though?" Akaashi replied immediately, still glaring daggers at the fabric.

"…That…DC is better than Marvel…?" was Atsumu's hesitant response.

"You're joking, right?"

"Why would I joke about DC? It's hella fucking amazing!"

A shocked gasp was heard.

"You take that back now!"

"What? No! Marvel sucks!" the blond argued immediately, standing up as well to meet Keiji's enraged pose.

Akaashi's eyes widened at the horrible insult, ocean blue eyes staring in bewilderment at the slightly taller male. Narrowing them immediately, the raven-haired man hissed, clenching his teeth at Atsumu. "How dare you, bitch. DC is lamer than Twilight."

Now it was Miya's turn to gape astounded at the insult as he felt the rage building up in his chest. Still, he raised an eyebrow mockingly, a ridiculing smile plastered on his lips. Straightening his posture, Atsumu smirked wider, sending the other a challenging look. "Oh yeah? Says who? A fan of a company that turns superhero movies into cheap, crappy Disney copies?"

"You're so full of crap, Atsumu. You clearly don't know the difference between shit and an actual good movie."

"Oh but I know. Marvel is shit, DC makes awesome movies."

"Say that again, I fucking dare you."

"With pleasure. Marvel. Is. Shit. Sorry, honey boo~"

"….And to think that I considered you a normal human being. Turns out you're retarded."

"You motherfucker-!"

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Breathing heavily, Akaashi grunted, furrowing his eyebrows while Atsumu gripped his thighs, long, calloused fingers squeezing the flesh through his jeans. They both groaned simultaneously as Keiji rolled his hips, causing sweet, needed friction between their bodies.

They were currently making out on Akaashi's couch, Keiji seated comfortably in Atsumu's lap, the other squeezing and massaging any spot of the brunet's body as they were kissing each other breathlessly. Akaashi's hands snaked around the other's neck, fingers buried in his bleached locks, tugging and messing it up as his right hand pulled their bodies as close as possible. The pretty brunet whimpered against Miya's lips when he felt the blond's fingers kneading his rear, forcing him to grind harder on Atsumu's crotch.

It all started with their petty, stupid fight about Marvel and DC universes, both of them getting pretty fired up. It got to the point that they began throwing witty insults at each other just for the sake of their fan pride. Things escalated quickly when Atsumu, after a good moment of silence, simply yanked the brunet closer, having Keiji almost punching him in the face due to his shock. He calmed down soon though, when the blond smashed their lips together in a heated kiss, lifting Akaashi's body in his arms to sit on the sofa almost immediately. To say that Keiji was shocked would be a misunderstanding, but he'll be damned if he complained.

5 minutes later, they still couldn't pull away, too engrossed in savoring the taste of each other's lips, only small whimpers and needy groans filling up the silence of the living room. Keiji felt pure bliss every time Atsumu rocked his hips to meet Keiji's thrusts, their tongues massaging the other's slowly and passionately. The brunet gasped quietly when he felt Miya's hand sliding under the fabric of his shirt, his palm pressing in between Keiji's shoulder blades, forcing him to stay as close as possible. In return, Akaashi cupped Atsumu's face with his fingers and swung his hips with more force, caressing his skin lightly as the blond moaned again, louder than before.

They pulled away eventually, panting and staring in each other's eyes, swollen, red lips millimeters apart. The blond grinned brazenly, taking Keiji's lower lip between his teeth, biting it playfully until Akaashi kissed him again, pulling back shortly afterward with a small chuckle.

Still sitting in Atsumu's lap, with a growing erection that he was sure that Miya had too, Keiji stared at the man under him, a look of awe and desire imprinted on his face. He wanted to continue so bad. Still, he decided not to jump on him immediately. Who knows, maybe Atsumu was a prude virgin who didn't like to dry hump on a stranger's couch. Though, what they did seconds ago kind of contravened his theory.

With a small sigh, Keiji lifted the faux blonde's chin up, giving him an amused look, his thumb massaging Miya's lower lip slowly. The brunet then decided to speak, his voice thicker and raspier than before. Little did he know that his tone sent shivers down Atsumu's spine and somewhere lower.

"Remind me again, how and why did we get from insulting each other to making out aggressively on my couch?" The question might've sounded like an accusation, but the brunet's amused grin and his look said otherwise.

Atsumu only shrugged, responding with an equally large smirk as he lifted his chin more, bringing both their mouths to the same level. "Not my fault that you're so fucking hot when you're angry~" he retorted before cupping Akaashi's cheeks to pull him close again, kissing him with the same roughness that simply had Keiji melting. That was more than enough to make the Fukurodani player understand that he wasn't the only one who wanted to continue their fun. And Akaashi couldn't complain at all.

He was sooo going to enjoy this

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