#done so quick tonight maybe I’ll get started on the next one

[thesconesyard]

Where the West Begins

22. Reach for the Sky

Sulu looked at his handy work happily. All summer and fall and through the cold spells of winter he had looked after his rose cutting from the northern hills. It was thriving, he could proudly say.

And now, he had finally planted it in front of the ranch as he had desired. He would continue to nurture it. Sulu pictured it, grown large with many blooms, arching over the gate and welcoming guests in with its wonderful perfume. Perhaps in time he would take a cutting from this rose and plant on the other side.

The sound of hooves had him looking over his shoulders. Chekov and Jaylah were back from wherever they had gone riding. Sulu frowned as he saw something bright red against Jaylah’s light shirt, but after a moment he realized what it was.

“Howdy,” he called as they came close.

Both slowed their horses to a stop by him.

“You planted it,” Jaylah said happily.

“Yep. And someday I expect it will reach up tall and over.” Sulu pointed and moved his arm in an arch shape as if over the gate.

“That will be so beautiful!” Jaylah exclaimed. “We will have the prettiest ranch.”

“Maybe when those fade you’ll let me have a few seeds,” Sulu said and pointed at the bright flowers Jaylah carried. “We could plant those around too. Where did you even find them?”

“No, no,” Chekov said quickly. “It is a secret where they came from.”

Jaylah’s laugh was nearly a giggle as she looked at Chekov.

“That’s right,” she agreed. “But you may have the seeds.”

“If your rose grows tall, it will need something to climb, yes?” Chekov asked.

“Yes,” Sulu nodded. “I’m going to build a frame for it to grow on, though it probably won’t get that big this year.”

“Do you want help carrying anything?” Chekov asked.

“Just this,” Sulu chuckled and held up a shovel. “You wanna take it, then I could go get some water for this thirsty girl.” He gently patted a bud on the plant.

“Sure thing,” Chekov said and held out his hand. Sulu watched the pair ride to the barn as he headed to find a bucket.

Jaylah’s flowers added a bright splash of color on the sideboard in the dining room and Sulu enjoyed the sight.

But something else caught his eye as well, across the table from him and he smiled to himself. The body language between his younger friend and Jaylah was somehow different, in a positive way.

Down the table McCoy caught Sulu’s eye. The doctor glanced at the young pair then back to Sulu. He lifted an eyebrow fractionally. Sulu gave a tiny shrug and a slight nod. Whatever had changed, he wasn’t the only one who had noticed. Both men smiled and continued eating as around the table everyone chattered away happily.

[jjunberry]

ateez! when you don’t say i love back

pairing! ateez x reader

genre! fluff, humor

synopsis! you tease your boyfriend by not saying i love you back

wc! 700

hongjoong! didn’t notice at first. he says it quite often so maybe you just didn’t hear him? overthinks it. had he done something to upset you? goes out of his way to add i love you any chance he gets. you find it funny. however after the third sigh and his pout somehow getting bigger you cave. you get up from your spot on the couch and kiss his cheek. “i love you.” you said. hongjoong could have screamed. your giggle gave you away. he chased you down and attacked you in kisses, being sure to say i love you after each one. you of course said it back.

seonghwa! literally heartbroken. “i love you.” he said kissing your cheek. “i’ll call you later.” you left the apartment. seonghwa stood there dumbfounded. he didn’t remember upsetting you, or forgetting anything. opens the door with his shoes half on and his jacket hanging on one shoulder. you’re standing there giggling then he gets it. “baby why.” he whined. you kissed him softly. “you’re so cute, i love you.” he grinned finally hearing you say it.

yunho! stares at you blankly. no way did you just kiss his cheek and leave and not say it back. starts going through the day trying to figure out what he did to upset you. was it because he ate the last bag of chips? you said it was okay. his mind is running a mile a minute. once you come back and see his pout you lean up and kiss it away. “love you.” he sighed in relief before pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

yeosang! looks at you with raised eyebrows. “you forgetting something?” he asked. you shook your head. “no i don’t think so.” you chuckled. he sighed. “i love you, now say it back or no cuddles tonight.” he smirked. you grumbled. “you’re no fun but i love you too.” you said. yeosang smiled and and kissed your cheek.

san! is to stunned to speak. there is no way. the boy follows you around the house saying it until you finally cave. “i love you.” follows you to the kitchen. “i love you.” waits outside the bathroom door. “i love you.” sits next to you on the couch. “i love you.” he says for the twentieth time. you groan before caving. “i love you too.” san cheers and kisses you. “see baby that wasn’t so hard.” you just rolled your eyes and smiled.

mingi! looks at you expectantly. you look back at him. “go on.” he makes a microphone with his hand. you just smile and kiss his cheek before trying to walk away. mingi is quick to scoop you up. “i said i love you.” he said into your neck leaving kisses. you giggle as he starts to tickle you. “oh my, stop it stop it, i love you too.” he finally releases you. “don’t ever do that again.” he said. you could only giggle.

wooyoung! throws a fit. no way. it’s mandatory you say it back. “excuse me did you forget something?” he asks. you blink. “i don’t believe so.” you answered. “i don’t believe so,” he mocked before stomping up to you. “i said i love you.” he placed his hands on your shoulders before shaking you back and forth. “i love you.” he said again. you giggled before wrapping him in a hug. “i love you too.” he smirked. “you’re obsessed with me.” you punched his arm. “goodbye.” he chased you as you ran.

jongho! is unbothered. he knows what you’re up too. “goodbye jongho i’ll be back soon.” you kissed his cheek. “bye love you.” he said before returning his attention back to the laptop. you held in your giggles before not answering. jongho didn’t say anything as you left. a few minutes later you stomped back into the apartment with a frown. “baby you didn’t even notice.” you pouted. “i knew what you were doing.” he kissed your cheek. “can’t have any fun.” you grumbled. jongho just laughed at your behavior and failed prank.

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author’s note! i’ve been listening to a lot of ateez lately and got inspired so i wrote this <33

tag list! @jjunieworld @304files

love, echo ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪

© jjunberry

[crowsofdarkness]

Moment Of Weakness: Chapter Thirteen

*gif not mine. credit to owner*

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Content Warnings: language, 18 + smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence, kidnapping, faking a pregnancy.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Authors Note: I just wanted to remind everyone who reads this, there are heavy moments of cheating/having an affair in this story. You might not agree with the actions of "reader" or Bucky but it does pertain to the storyline. If anyone is interested, tags are open for this! Just send me a message or comment!

Tags: @cjand10 @generalmoonpolice

“Bucky, stop it,” I giggled, feeling his presence behind me. 

He hummed while burying his face deeper into my neck, fingers softly tickling my sides. “You smell so good, doll.” 

I sighed while setting down the papers I was trying to fax and leaned my head back against his shoulder while looking up at him. “It’s called a shower. Soap, shampoo.” 

Bucky smirked. “Naked, I know the drill.” 

I smacked his chest while removing myself from his grasp and went back to my work. 

It had been almost a month now of our affair and we had been so perfect now to get caught that the last thing I needed was for Steve or Sam to walk into work and see Bucky’s lips all over me. There were a few stolen glances, soft touches, and quick kisses in his office. We opted on fully seeing each other at my house, never thinking of going to his house. 

Most nights were spent having sex and Bucky left right after but lately, it had been lounging on the couch and watching movies, Bucky still leaving afterwards. Every time he would go back to Natasha, my heart would chip away. I couldn’t be upset with him though because that was the price for our affair.

“Where are you going?” Bucky pouted while reaching for me. 

I playfully smacked his hands away. “Someone gave me a list of things to get done today and I’ve barely made a dent.” 

He shrugged. “You can take a break. Boss’ orders.” 

“You have a meeting with Stark in twenty minutes, remember?” I reminded him. 

“All I need is five,” his brows wiggled while he leaned against the wall, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.   

My abdomen burned with his suggestive tone but I merely shook my head. “Trust me, I know that’s all you need. But I’m not risking getting caught cause you’re horny.” 

His bottom lip pouted and after a quick glance around, I took it between my own lips while ghosting a hand down his stomach and over his cock. Bucky groaned into the kiss. 

“Fucking tease,” he hissed. 

I gave him one last kiss. “Come by tonight and maybe I’ll finish what I started.” 

“I’m holding you to that, doll.” 

A loud squeal erupted from my throat when I walked past Bucky and felt him smack my ass quite hard and he simply shrugged then walked out of his office. 

“Hey, what is Stark even coming for anyway?” I asked while sitting at my desk while Bucky sat at his. 

“He’s funding the next project for Barnes Industries,” Bucky said. 

“Which is?” I pried with a small smile. 

He shook his head however. “Not something you need to know, doll.” 

In the way he ended the conversation, I knew it wasn’t best to try and get more information out of him. There were some things that Bucky wouldn’t tell me about his place in the mob and even if he said it was for my safety, I couldn't help but wonder what he was working on behind closed doors. 

The rest of the morning passed by pretty quick, the meeting with Stark taking up majority of Bucky’s time so I barely saw him. He did manage to send me a few texts during the meeting. 

I miss you. 

I bet you’re staring at your work with a small smile on your face. 

All I can think about is your mouth on my cock. 

The last one caused my cheeks to flush and I had to make sure no one was around to read it on my phone. Thankfully, Steve and Sam were out doing the lunch pick up for me, since they saw I was buried in work. The three of us had just finished our lunch together on the couch in the main area of the office when the door behind me opened, Stark greeting us with a smile. 

“Afternoon. Say, Y/N, I heard you stood up to Clint Barton,” Tony asked with a raised brow. 

I gave a half shrug. “It wasn’t that big of a deal. I just told him that I knew more than he thought I did, that’s all.” 

“Don’t be too sure,” Stark placed his infamous glasses on the bridge of his nose. “Barton doesn’t like being played like a fool, especially by women.” 

My heart began to beat fast and Steve noticed the way I shifted in my chair, placing a comforting hand on my knee to stop it from shaking. 

“I wouldn’t worry about it too much, Y/N,” Steve assured me. 

All I could do was nod while Bucky appeared behind Stark and showed him the way out, his eyes landing on Steve and I. The way his pupils darkened told me that he was jealous with how close we were. 

Steve must have sensed it because he removed his hand, placing it in his own lap. 

“Sam, any word from your guy if it’s ready?” Bucky asked. 

Sam held up his phone. “It’ll be ready in an hour.”

I looked between them, confused, and wanted to ask what they were talking about but with the stance Bucky had, I kept my lips shut.  

Bucky tossed a large leather bag onto Steve’s lap with a bit of extra force. “Why don’t you and Steve head over there to pick it up.”

Steve snickered while running a hand through his hair. “No need to act jealous, punk.” 

Bucky’s jaw clenched. “Get it done, jerk.” 

He then turned his attention towards me. “ Y/N, can I see you in my office please?” 

I swallowed thickly. “Sure.” 

Bucky watched as Sam and Steve left before following me close into his office, the door locking shut behind us. 

“Did I do-?”

My question was seized with Bucky’s lips on mine, ravishingly attacking them, while he backed me against the wall and locked me in with his hips. I ran my hands through his short hair, wishing I had something to grab and pull, so I settled with tracing my fingers behind his neck. 

Bucky’s vibranium hand snuck up my shirt and began palming my left breast, my moan being swallowed by his tongue. He pulled away briefly, his pupils blown from lust, and began to bite down hard on my neck. 

“Bucky,” I hissed. “Someone will see.” 

“I don’t care,” he grunted into my neck, hips grinding into mine. 

My eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of ecstasy, the tip of his grown cock pressing into my thigh. I went to work on his belt in hopes that his pants would follow, however, his phone rang from pocket halting all of our actions. 

Bucky cursed as he pulled away and fished the phone out, eyes scanning the screen. 

“Is it important?” I asked, breathless from our kiss. 

He nodded. “Why don’t you head home for the rest of the day. I’ll come by after dinner.” 

I noticed the way his shoulders tensed and face went rigid with anger. 

“Anything I could help with?” 

Bucky cupped my cheek and left a gentle kiss upon it. “I appreciate the help, doll. But I can handle it.” 

“Alright,” I nodded. “Eight o'clock?”

“Eight o'clock,” Bucky grinned.

I slammed the drawer shut with force, retrieving the pen I had been looking for, and hastily wrote down the list of things I needed to pick up at the store today for the office. My breathing was low and deep, anger festering low in my belly. 

“Doll,” the voice breathed against the shell of my ear. 

I pushed away from him and my desk, walking towards the other end of the office to do whatever I found for myself. As long as I was far away from him, I didn’t care what it was. 

“Y/N,” Bucky sighed as he followed me. 

“Leave me alone,” I demanded, not bothering to look at him. 

He stepped in front of me, blocking my path towards the small break room. A groan of annoyance rumbled out of my throat. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized with a small pout. 

I scoffed and put all of my weight on my left foot. “You’re sorry? You fucking ditched me, Bucky. I waited all night for you.” 

He nodded and wrapped a hand around my wrist, bringing it to his lips and peppered kisses all over the skin there. 

“I know but something came up.” 

“Right, of course. What was it, work?” I questioned. 

Bucky swallowed and avoided my gaze. “Yeah.” 

My eyes sliced into him and removed myself from his grasp. “You’re a shit liar. Natasha posted a picture of the two of you at some club last night.” 

“Shit,” he cursed. 

“If you wanted to spend time with her, that’s all you had to say. I get it, she comes first.” 

My body was pressed up against a door behind me, Bucky capturing my lips in such a breathtaking kiss that I stood frozen in his embrace. It was a hard one, parting my lips with the force of it. There was nothing soft about it, the door I was pressed against rattling as Bucky shifted our position, his thigh digging into my heated core, and grabbed my face between his hands. 

Every single thought I had in my head exploded, to a bright, pounding white and I felt a desire twist in my insides heat up, ready to snap with my orgasm, thanks to Bucky moving my hips up which caused me to rut my pussy against his thigh.  

There was a screaming voice in my head, however, to stop this before someone walked in because even if we were hidden behind the wall, if someone turned the corner, they would catch us. I went to pull away but Bucky’s grip in my hair tightened while he swallowed my tongue. 

“No,” he said, bringing my lips back to his. Just like the previous kiss before. 

He had me in his hands like putty and I ignored the voice in my mind, hands sneaking underneath his suit jacket and pressed himself closer to me, my entire skin feeling as if it was on fire. 

“Hello?” A petite voice echoed. 

Bucky and I practically jumped away from each other after hearing the familiar voice and while I fixed my hair and shirt, Bucky shifted his now prominent dick, hoping it wouldn’t show her what we were just doing. 

“Bucky?” The voice sounded again. 

He walked out in the open and smiled at Natasha. “What are you doing here, sweetheart?” 

I leaned up against the wall to take a few deep breaths, hoping that the extra time would calm the redness that spread over my body. Natasha couldn’t see me so there was no way she caught what we had been doing. 

“Are you here alone?” Natasha asked. 

Bucky side eyed me and nodded. “Yeah, everyone went out for lunch.” 

“Well, Clint showed up to the house and he kept rambling on about-.” 

He grasped Natasha’s arm to silence her before pulling her into his office, my eyes watching with curiosity as to what the hell he didn’t want me to hear. 

[thursdayinspace]

ficlet: wrapped with a bow

@laurencem told me to write Mulder gift-wrapping Scully as his own birthday gift, and I really had nothing else to do tonight. So this is for you, Yeti! You ask, I ignore the state of my apartment and write fic. (I mean, does it really matter whether I clean the bathroom now or tomorrow morning?) This is just a quick little thing, but writing them being silly is so much fun. tagging @today-in-fic

“Scully?” he says, panting and boneless, “Scully? Come up here.”

She lifts her head where she’s kneeling between his legs and wipes her mouth. “Huh?”

“Come up here.” He waves at her limply, his arms heavy, heart still hammering hard in his chest. Are you ready for your first birthday present of the day? she’d asked, slipping between his legs and sucking him off until he was seeing stars. He’d thought he was ready. But good god, he’s amazed she didn’t transport him straight to the afterlife. In fact, he’s not quite sure that this isn’t the afterlife. And if it is… He squeezes his eyes closed. Holy fucking shit, what a way to go.

She stretches out next to him and he brings up a hand to her face to wipe a last drop of his come from the corner of her mouth. She looks so very pleased with herself and she has every reason. He’ll buy her a trophy. He’ll learn to cross-stitch and make her a little thing to hang up above her side of the bed: Dana Katherine Scully, Birthday Blowjob World Champion.

“So you liked your present?” She grins at him, her lips red and swollen, and he grins back at her.

“I did. I loved it.”

“Good.”

“Better than good.” He puts his arms around her as she rests her head against his shoulder. She cuddles up close to him and if they’d be doing nothing but this for the rest of the day, he would be more than okay with that. But as his heart rate returns to normal and he regains the ability to formulate thoughts beyond ‘Oh dear lord yes’ and ‘I don’t think I’ll ever be able to move again,’ he realizes what would make the morning even better. “Hey Scully?”

“Yeah?”

“I was just wondering…”

“What?”

“Is it too late for one more last-minute birthday wish?”

She frowns, propping herself up on one elbow next to him. “That depends entirely on what it is. You know I’ll let you talk me into anything against my better judgment four times out of five, but I’m not going Bigfoot-hunting with you today. The rain’s really coming down out there.”

“Oh, it’s very much an indoor activity,” he promises. “Well, not that it doesn’t work outside. I mean, we have done it outside. And that was pretty fun, actually. But it’s definitely mostly an indoor thing, and I think maybe you could even consider it a gift for both of us, if you think about it. I know you enjoy it too. I was actually planning to give it to you for your birthday in a few months, but that’s the good thing about it, really. It can be gifted over and over, and—”

“Mulder!”

“Yes?”

“You have to—” she starts, and then squeaks as he rolls her over and tackles her to the mattress.

“I’ll even wrap it myself.”

She laughs. “Mulder,” she says again and wiggles underneath him, not really trying to get free. “Mulder, stop it.”

She giggles uncontrollably as he tugs at the bedsheets with one hand and wrestles her underneath. “Sorry,” he says. “I’m usually better at gift wrapping.”

“You’re crazy,” she gasps as he rolls her into a tight blanket burrito so her arms are pinned to her sides. “You’re completely crazy.”

“You love me.”

“I guess there’s not much point in denying that anymore,” she mumbles, face half smushed into the pillow as she’s lying immobilized on her belly, wrapped up nice and tight.

He kneels next to her and tilts his head pensively as he takes in the picture. “Something is missing.”

“Yeah,” she says, trying to blow at a strand of hair that’s clinging to her cheek. “Your sanity.”

“No, that’s not it.” He brushes the offending strand of hair behind her ear, then holds up a finger. “I know. Hold on. Stay just like this and don’t move.”

“Oh, haha, very funny.” She does her best to sound annoyed, but he can see the sparkling in her eyes as he climbs off the bed.

He searches the floor, their clothes in a trail from door to bed where they hastily discarded them last night, and finally picks up his sweater. He jumps back onto the bed, landing on his knees, making her bounce a few inches on the mattress.

“You’re in so much trouble,” she says. “Once I get out of here. So much trouble.”

“It’s my birthday.” He says. “You can’t be mad at me on my birthday.”

She sighs. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

With a triumphant grin, he slides the sweater under her head and ties the sleeves neatly over her forehead. “There.”

“What on earth…?” she asks.

“Every nicely wrapped present needs a bow.”

“You’re not normal, Mulder.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, I suppose. Are you going to unwrap me now?”

He runs a hand over the blanket from her shoulder to her thigh. “Hey, no card?” he asks, doing his best to sound upset. “Where’s the card?”

“Mulder, I swear to god—”

“Okay, okay.” He leans down for a kiss and feels her smiling into it. “I guess I’m ready for my present.”

“I think your present is ready for you too.”

“Are you saying that because you want me to unwrap you or is there something else you had in mind?”

The look she gives him is the one that makes him do whatever she commands without a second thought. “At this point? There’d better be a ‘something else’ after the unwrapping.”

She’s trying so hard to look angry with him and it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. “Oh, as often as you want,” he promises. “I swear. Part-time-Bigfoot-hunter’s honor!”

“I’m glad to hear it,” she says dryly.

He unrolls her slowly and carefully, and feels actually, seriously, honest-to-god excited. He feels giddy as he finally pulls the covers off her and watches her lying here, glaring up at him. She’s so beautiful he can barely breathe. “Scully?”

“What now?”

“This is a really good birthday so far.”

“I’m sure it could be even better,” she says, and he kisses her. First her lips. Then the rest of her.

As he lowers his head between her thighs and finally gets his mouth on her, he’s already getting hard again—not surprising, he thinks. Nothing is hotter than getting her off. He lets himself drown in the smell and taste of her, and then she gives him his real present as she arches off the mattress and comes with a cry that makes him happier than any Happy Birthday anyone has ever sung to him.

“Hey,” he says, looking up at her, taking in her flushed face, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes heavily through the aftershocks. “Thank you for my present.”

“Oh god.” She lets her head fall back with a long exhale. “You’re welcome.”

“And I really liked my birthday breakfast.”

She starts laughing and he crawls up the bed, looking at her, high on love and happiness.

“You know, I liked mine too and it’s not even my birthday,” she tells him, then sighs deeply. “There was no coffee though.”

“That’s okay,” he says. “We’ll have a second breakfast.”

“We can have breakfast as many times as you like,” she promises, and he lays down next to her and pulls her into his arms.

She’s his real gift, he knows it down to his bones. More than he deserves. But she tells him she loves him and he’s always been a believer, so he’ll believe this too. And give her as many gifts in return as she wants, whenever she wants. Anything he has to give. It’s all hers already.

[sturniololoco]

Could you do a little sister fic where they find out she’s in an abusive relationship? (Maybe Chris goes to fix his hair and she flinches)

Toxic

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

warnings: toxic/abusive relationships, flinching, etc.

Note: This is based off of a couple different requests, but I’ll put them at the bottom just incase so there’s no spoilers!

SLS/N’s POV

I love him. Don’t I?

That was what I was thinking on my way back from Luke’s house today.

He kinda snapped at me before I left today, which was normal, but what really threw me off was when he smacked me on the leg, hard. It caught me so off guard, so I started crying, which only made him even more upset.

It was my fault, I’m too sensitive. I should have just agreed with him when he was talking to me the first time. I should have just-

“Someone’s quiet today. What’s on your mind kiddo?” Matt asked me, breaking my train of thought. He picked me up from Luke's house today, and we were now headed home.

“Uh-yeah, yeah I’m fine.” I say, as we pulled up to the house.

-

Nick made chicken Alfredo pasta for dinner tonight, and I could smell it as soon as I walked through the door.

“It’s about time you slow pokes showed up! I’m hungry!” Chris wined, banging his fists on the table like a child. Nick smacked him lightly on the shoulder, rolling his eyes as he set plates of steaming pasta in front of us.

-

After about two hours of eating dinner and talking on the couch, I decided to call it a night and head to my room to shower. I grab my towel and turn on the water to warm it as I undress.

I pull down my cargo jeans, but I find a big purplish-red mark on my thigh, right where Luke had hit me. The mark had a big blue circle in the middle, probably from his ring. I didn't mind the pain though, I was being too sensitive.

It's kinda like I have a piece of him with me now, I thought.

-

My shower was done and my hair was brushed, but I couldn't help feeling like something was wrong.

I should call Luke and apologize.

I went to his contact and FaceTimed him. No answer. I tried one more time. I heard the line pick up, but before I could start talking, I heard a voice that wasn't Luke's say,

"He's busy." Then ended the call.

I stared blankly at the screen, so many thought that I did.'t even comprehend going through my brain.

Who was that? Why was she with him? Does he have a sister? No.... Is he...is he cheating on me?

I feel tears well up in my eyes at that last thought. I quickly wipe them away, clearing my throat, thinking,

"What is wrong with you?! Do you know what he would do if he knew you thought of him that way?! You are so disloyal! You don't deserve him!

I pinched myself, hard, right next to the bruise from Luke.

He's probably just busy like she said.

-

I woke up the next morning to a text from Luke, and I immediately felt relieved.

Luke❤️: Picking you up @ 9 be ready

I sent him a thumbs-up and began to get ready, throwing on some leggings and a crew neck. I put my hair in a ponytail and threw on some mascara, then walked downstairs.

"Morning SLS/N!" I hear my brothers say. Nick had some bagels laid out. I quickly grabbed one and threw my Uggs on while eating it. As I finished I stood right by the door and stared out the window, waiting for Luke's truck to pull up.

I wouldn't wanna make him wait!

-

I shouted a quick, "Love you boys," to my brothers before climbing up into Luke's truck.

It reeked of perfume, one that I would never wear.

His Mom must have been in here recently.

"Why do you look so sloppy today?" Luke asked me, looking my outfit up and down as he pulled away from my house.

"Oh, I just thought-" I began to say, but Luke grabbed my ponytail and yanked my head towards him, shouting,

"I didn't ask for you to talk back!"

I quickly apologized and winced at the pain in my head. He let go of my hair and rubbed the side of my head. I leaned into his touch. he chuckled then let go.

-

I've been at Luke's house for about two hours, but all he's done is play his video game while I sat pretty on the bed, hoping for some of his attention.

"Luke?...Hey Luke?" I began to say his name hoping he would notice me.

He muted his mic and slammed his headset on his table, briskly walking over to me.

He crouched down in front of me, and just when I thought he was about to give me the attention I'd been waiting for, he smacked me on the side of the face.

"What is wrong with you? Can't you see I'm in the middle of something really important right now?" He yelled in my face. I feel the tears well up in my eyes I mumble an apology.

"Oh my gosh, now your gonna start crying like I'm the bad guy! I-" He started to yell again but was interrupted by a call. He pulled out his phone, checked who it was, and then answered it while stepping into the hallway.

-

Luke came back into the room, slipping his phone back into his pocket while saying,

"You need to get your brother to come pick you up. I've got someone coming over soon." He said, before going back to his game.

I quickly gathered my things and went to give Lke a goodbye kiss, but then thought better of it.

I called Matt as I walked outside and sat on the curb. He picked up on the second ring.

"Hey, can you come pick me up?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't ask questions.

He did.

"Why" Matt asked.

"Oh he-uh... had a meeting he forgot about and doesn't have time to pick me up," I said. It wasn't a complete lie, he was meeting with someone.

-

As Matt and I drove out of his driveway, a white jeep pulled in. A blonde girl, with long fake lashes and nails, stepped out of the jeep and walked inside.

-

My brothers and I got Pizza for dinner tonight, so we decided to watch a movie while we ate. I had changed into some PJ shorts and one of Chris's hoodies for the occasion.

I was in between Nick and Chris on the short part of the couch, drinking a Pepsi. As I was reaching to put the can on the coffee table, I accidentally spilled it on the floor.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Chris put his hand up. I immediately crouched down, putting my hands over my head to avoid being smacked. I waited for the contact to hit but it never came.

I look up to see all my brothers staring at me with shocked and confused faces.

"Did-did you think I was gonna hit you?" Chris asked me, reaching a hand out to help me up. I cursed myself for flinching at that too.

"I-I...Well-you see I" I began to say but Nick cut me off.

"I need you to be honest SLS/N. Is Luke hitting you?"H said, giving me an I already know kinda look.

"N-no! He loves me, there is just a little love tap! He-"

"Then what's that giant bruise you've been pretending not there from?" Matt questions me.

I look up at him. And then it dawns on me.

Luke has been hitting me. And cheating.

At this I break down into tears, finally letting all of my bottled-up emotions out. Chris leans down and picks me up, bringing me into his lap and cradling me.

"Shh, your okay. Your safe here with us. We won't ever let anyone do this to you again. we gotcha kiddo." Chris says into my ear softly. Matt and Nick scoot closer and join us.

-

My thoughts change.

You never deserved him? Ha! More like he never deserved you. He used you, hit you, abused you. Fuck him.

All of these thoughts finally added up, and now they will never change, because my brothers will always be here for me.

"We gotcha kiddo."

So Sorry this took so fucking long! Here are the other requests! And I'm sorry if the story didn't completely line up with what you were asking, but if you drop another request I can try and mak a whole new one with that just by itself!

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High Infidelity

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Did you really have to chart the constellations in his eyes? Did you really have to tell him how he brought you back to life?

Author's Note: Babe by Taylor Swift, High Infidelity by Taylor Swift, Illicit Affairs by Taylor Swift, My Tears Ricochet by Taylor Swift, Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift. I don't know... I don't know... I don't know. My mind is all over the place the past week and needed to write this down for some distraction. I don't know... I never done a back to back series nor have written something like this, so yeah. Forgive me for all the trigger warnings. Everything is all so crazy. This is a very very hard thing to write because of past emotional abuse experiences in real life that still terrorizes me and maybe it's a letter for the past experience to let it go.

Disclaimer: 18+, emotional abuse, mention of harming, infidelity

(Please, please don't read this if it triggers you. I need you all to think hard about it before reading this one. This is a bit of a dark fic).

Wordcount: 3.2K

part one - part two - part three - part four - epilogue

“Late again?” 

Your boyfriend, Eli, asked you the moment you entered the flat. You were kicking off your shoes by the front door, eyes full of exhaustion as you sighed. He was by the kitchen heating up some leftovers. You didn’t exactly understand how it was “late” because technically it was only 9pm.

“Yeah, the event went pretty late.” You replied.

You technically left the event early knowing that Eli would start asking where you were. That was how he was these days. Keeping count of everything you did.

You were technically not an official assistant in the team. You just started this job, and it was more of a paid internship that you applied to because you needed the money, and it paid really well. You worked for Joseph Quinn’s team. A British actor who got pushed into the limelight too fast after his appearance in Stranger Things.

Joe was nice. His team was nice and very organized and all you had to do was bring Joe’s things, get coffee, and help his team organize whatever they needed for Joe. 

That was all. 

Nothing too complicated.

Nothing for you to really complain about nor do something that could ruin this whole internship that you applied for. 

Well, at least that was what you thought. 

“That’s a nice dress.” Eli stepped out of the kitchen, his eyes studying you as he ate a piece of chicken. 

For some reason, his eyes studying you like that made you feel angry and annoyed. It wasn’t like he was doing anything to you, but the tone of his voice was making you feel annoyed. 

“Thanks. I’ll go freshen up.” You gave him a small smile, giving him a quick peck on the lips before heading down the hall. 

“I’m sure many men were staring at you tonight.” Eli added his little comment that made you stop halfway from your steps and looked over your shoulder.

“I was just doing my job, assisting.” You reassured him before continuing down the hall and into your bedroom.

You weren’t going to lie. Your relationship with Eli for the past two years has been rough. He was constantly jealous, constantly making rude comments about what you wear and how you wore your makeup to the point where you had stopped putting makeup on. You had changed your whole closet to just jeans, t-shirt or jumpers. You changed your whole style and personality because you didn’t want any trouble from Eli. You didn’t want to disappoint him. 

However, this new job of yours came with the responsibility of dressing up and wearing makeup when you accompany Joe through the many events or movie premieres. That made Eli squirm even more for the last four months whenever you came home wearing a nice dress and nice makeup. He would comment how the dress was too short or the dress was too revealing. 

“I wore a jacket, don’t worry.” You would tell him. 

“Next time, pick one that isn’t so revealing.” Eli would scoff. “You’re mine. You don’t need other men looking at you.” 

You could feel the love in your relationship was slowly fading, and you didn’t know how to get out of it. You were too scared to do something about it. Terrified even what he could react or say towards this decision of yours if you ever decided to cut this off. Eli had been very aggressive towards his words to you and sometimes, even if he wouldn’t say something, you could see the disappointment all over his face. You were a people pleaser, and you were the kind of person who didn’t want any trouble, so you tried to give what he wanted most of the time.

It made you hide inside yourself even more. It made you feel insecure. It made you terrified of every decision you made because you didn’t want to upset him. You didn’t want to see that reaction on his face even if his lips were saying something else. It made you feel like you were walking on broken glass every time. 

Sliding yourself under the covers next to Eli that night, you saw his eyes studying you the moment you entered the room and brushed your hair in front of your vanity. His eyes never left you until you laid next to him. He immediately moved himself close to you and pulled you in his arms, hugging you from behind. 

“So, how many more events do you have to go to?” He asked.

You sighed, closing your eyes. Eli was never interested in your job. You knew he was asking about it, so he knew what he was expecting. By that, it meant he would be monitoring the outfits that you would wear and the people that would be around you in that event.

“Not sure.” You murmured. “I’ll let you know once my supervisor lets me know.”

Eli lets out a soft hum and kisses you on your cheek before turning you to face him and kisses you roughly on the lips, towering over you. For a second, you went with it and kissed him back, pushing your body against his and letting him have what he wanted. He lets his soft fingers slide the strap of your tank top, kissing your bare shoulder. His lips found the skin of your neck as he softly sucked onto the skin, a small gasp escaping your lips.

“Babe.” You whispered, slowly pulling away. “I’m tired. I’m early tomorrow.”

Eli sighed, letting himself laid back down on the bed next to you. 

“You’re always tired.” He argued. “The last time we had sex was last week.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just tired today, and I have to get up early tomorrow.” You turned your back on him, closing your eyes. 

“Right.” Eli said sarcastically, getting up from the bed.

You looked over your shoulder, sitting up on the bed as he made his way towards the door.

“No, c’mon. Don’t be so upset.” You said.

You could see it all over his eyes that was getting upset, and you knew if you didn’t do something about this, he wouldn’t talk to you for the next two days. He would make up an excuse that he was busy and that he would be with his friends. 

“Come here.” You reached your hand out to him as he paused in his tracks and stared at your hand. 

He gave you a small smile and walked towards the side of your bed, taking your hand in his as he kissed you hungrily and towered over you on the bed. You let him touch you in all the ways he wanted to, but you just felt numb. You couldn’t breathe as you stared into the white ceiling and kissed him back softly, letting his fingers brush against your burning skin. You felt disassociated as he kissed you hungrily and pushed himself inside of you. 

You felt nothing but disgusted with yourself for being so weak.  

That was how you have been feeling lately with your relationship. You felt trapped and you felt like a chain has been around your neck lately, and Eli was pulling it every chance he got. 

“Hey, could you go to the coffee shop down the block to get everyone coffee?” Alex, Joe’s manager, asked, interrupting your thoughts the next day. 

“Uh…sure.” Alex handed you a piece of paper with everyone’s orders. 

Your job was always simple but as time went on, your interaction with certain people became more frequent. In the beginning, Joe couldn’t even look at you nor acknowledge you that much unless he was thanking you for bringing him the things he needed. Then, Alex and his team had gotten busier that the things in your list were starting to add up. Part of your job has been added to “make sure Joe is in this place at a certain time,” or “make sure Joe wears this suit instead of this.”

Then, there was the chore that Alex would give you to make sure that his collar, tie or buttons on his shirt was perfect before he stepped out of the red carpet. 

“Do you enjoy your job?” Joe had asked you that one time when you had sat on the sofa of his dressing room, waiting for the rest of his team to arrive. 

“Sure.” Your voice almost sounded so monotone that Joe couldn’t even believe your answer. 

He sat there and tilted his head at you, one brow raised and waited for your real answer. You let out a deep breath, closing the magazine that you were reading and set it back on the table.

“I guess it’s okay. Couldn’t complain.” You shrugged.

Joe let out a soft understanding hum and focused his attention back to his phone, scrolling his time away. He was getting ready for his movie premiere, and you were there to make sure that everything he needed was there. That he looked perfect right before he stepped out of the red carpet.

Not that you hated your job but sometimes, it could get so repetitive that you looked bored after the events. The rest of Joe’s team would go and prepare whatever they needed to, and you would just make sure Joe was fine. That he didn’t need anything. 

“Here.” Joe handed you a glass of martini at the after party of the premiere.

“No, thanks. I’m technically still working.” 

“And looked bored.” Joe’s face was a little too close to yours as he whispered those words.

You hesitated, your eyes scanning the room trying to look for a sign of Alex. Joe couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head.

“They went home. So, technically you’re the only one left here.” Joe answered the question that you were asking in your head. “C’mon. You deserve it for working so hard all the time.”

Pursing your lips, you stared at the glass that Joe was holding before finally taking it from his hand and taking a sip of it. Joe smiled and took a sip of his own drink, his eyes scanning the room before falling back to you.

“Are you usually this quiet?” Joe asked.

“I’m just doing my job.” You answered, a small smile creeping up on Joe’s face. “I don’t want to interrupt anyone.”

“You’re not interrupting me.” Joe smiled, taking another sip of his drink.

You could tell he already had a few drinks before this conversation. You continued to drink the glass of martini in your hand and didn’t reply a word to what Joe said. You could tell the alcohol was making him a little bolder, and he was trying to flirt. You didn’t want to step into any boundaries because first of all, it was inappropriate, and you didn’t want to lose this job either.

“So, how long have you been here in London?” Joe asked.

“About two years.” Your answers were plain and simple as Joe continued to play 20 questions with you. 

By the end of the night, you both seemed to open up to each other a little bit more, and you were able to learn Joe more personally. The thing was that you didn’t realize that night was going to be a start of something new between you and him because ever since that event, Joe’s attention was on you most of the time. He would gaze down at you and give you small smiles, while you would fix his collar or tie before he stepped out onto the red carpet.

Then, during after parties, you would be left to babysit Joe, and you would notice how his eyes would catch your eyes across the room. You sat in the corner and minded your own business, your focus on your phone. However, Joe would walk towards you and catch your attention.

“Wanna dance?” Joe held out his hand.

You bit your lower lip and said, “I don’t dance, sorry.”

Joe sighed and sat next to you, his eyes lingering on the screen of your work phone. 

“Whatever Alex is telling you to do can wait ‘til tomorrow.” 

“That’s easy for you to say. You don’t have a full to-do list.”

Joe laughed softly, raising his brow at you. “A full to-do list? I’m the one who has to stand in front of those cameras and do the interviews, remember?”

Joe had a point. 

Though, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “True.” 

You and Joe would talk for the rest of the night. You both would laugh and tease each other. You both would start talking about personal things, and he somehow was able to understand you well. It made your heart swell a little bit. 

It wasn’t right that you felt this way towards Joe because you were in a relationship. You could just easily let Joe know that you weren’t single and that whatever flirty tricks he was trying to do to you, it wouldn’t work. However, you kept dancing around that subject. You didn’t bother bringing that subject up and towards the end of the night, you both would start flirting a little bit more. Besides the fact that you were in a relationship, you also didn’t want to do anything unprofessional or inappropriate because at the end of the night, you were technically still working for Joe’s team and Joe. So, you tried your best not to lead him on. 

That was until you had come home one night and found Eli waiting for you in the living room. You arrived home half an hour past nine, and he already looked upset the moment you had stepped inside the flat. 

“Where have you been?” Eli’s tone of voice wasn’t what you liked at all. 

“I’m sorry, I had to finish some things. I texted you I was going to be late.” You explained.

“No, you didn’t.” Eli argued.

“Yes, I did. Didn’t you get my message?” You knitted your brows, making sure your voice was calm because you didn’t want to upset him even more.

You watched Eli pick up his phone from the coffee table and looked down at it and let out a deep breath.

“You know, maybe you should look for another job if they keep making you stay up this late.” 

You slid your coat off and hung it on the coat hanger and said, “It’s only 9:30. It’s not that late, Eli.”

You heard Eli scoff and shook his head. “So, you'd rather be with them than with me?”

You were confused. 

Where did that subject came from?

You didn’t understand why Eli was acting like this. Shouldn’t he be more supportive about your career? Didn’t you tell him that you needed this job because you needed the money? What else did you have to say or do to make sure he would stop this jealousy thing because it was making you so exhausted.

“I… I didn’t say that.” You murmured.

“Maybe you just don’t love me the way I love you. Just tell me, and it’s fine. I’ll happily go.” Eli shrugged, looking down at the floor.

You walked towards him, taking his hands in yours. The guilt inside of you brewed in your stomach but at the same time, you wanted to vomit. 

“I do love you. I told you that, remember? I love you.”

You felt nothing.

“Then, find another job… for me.” Eli looked into your eyes.

“I… I can’t. It’s hard to look for another job out there and this pays me well, while I’m able to learn the entertainment industry. You know how much I want a career in that industry.”

Eli’s eyes suddenly turned glum again. He slid his hands away from yours and exhaled sharply. 

“Why would you even want to be in that industry? So you could be naked and show everyone that?” 

You couldn’t understand what he was saying. You couldn't understand why he was acting like this.  

“You know that’s not true!” You argued.

You were exhausted from explaining yourself over and over again, and he just didn’t believe you. You felt like whatever you did was never enough for him. Tears started welling up in your eyes as you watched Eli grab his car keys.

“Wh…Where are you going?” Your voice stuttered, terrified of what he might do.

“Obviously, you don’t love me. I mean… no one loves me, so what’s the point, right?”

You grabbed his hand, trying to take the keys away, but he had his hand in a fist as he tried to slide his hand away from your grip.

“No, stop! Please.” You begged, tears rolling down your cheeks. “Don’t do this.”

“If you love me, you’d do this for me.” Eli replied, his eyes hardened as he stared at you.

You didn’t say a word because what he was asking of you was impossible. You already had lost yourself and your dignity. Your job at the moment was the only thing that you have that could maybe help you get back up again. After a few seconds of not replying, Eli pulled his wrist away from your grip, shaking his head.

“If you find me dead on the road then that’s on you.” He stated before walking out the front door. 

“Eli!” You cried out, running out the door, but it was too late as he had already gotten in the car and drove off.

Going back inside the flat, you laid on your bed that night, sobbing and questioning as to how you have gotten yourself into this situation. Questioning every decision you made as to why you were too weak to break this off. 

What if you break this thing off, and Eli would actually harm himself? It would be all your fault like he said. What if no one could love you after this? What about the happy memories that the two of you had at the beginning? What if you would regret it at the end for letting him go? You knew you were the only one that he had left in his life. You couldn’t do that to him either. You couldn’t easily just get out. 

You were trapped. 

Stuck. 

Frozen.

Around midnight, Eli had come back home. You weren’t asleep when he had entered the bedroom, but you had your eyes closed. How could you sleep after tonight? How were you able to have a peace of mind if he was out there? How would you know that he didn’t do anything to himself? It would be all your fault if something happened to him. 

You just couldn’t shut your mouth and agreed with what he was asking, couldn’t you? 

Feeling his arms wrapped around your torso, you felt him nuzzling your hair. You didn’t move. You couldn’t move. You knew he wasn’t going to apologize, so you didn’t try to hope for that. Eventually, he had fallen asleep, holding you that night. A tear rolled down your cheek as you covered your mouth with the palm of your hand to block out your sobs, so he wouldn’t wake up. 

At this point, you didn’t know who you were anymore. 

You just felt numb and lost, choking in your own tears. 

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Pairing: any skz member x gn!reader Genre: Angst no comfort WC: 1.3k Warnings: Cursing, yelling, self-harm, death, crying, reader referred to as y/n and member referred to as (name) Summary: Of all the questions you’ve asked him, he wished he answered truthfully A.N.: Just some thoughts I had !NOT PROOFREAD! As always

He’s regretted every thing he’s ever said leading up to this moment. He hoped you didn’t take him seriously but you did. Now he had to suffer the consequences. Alone. ~~~

You loved him, you did. And you tried to show it all the time. But maybe love wasn’t made for you in this life.

As your tired boyfriend trudged through the door, you looked over at him with worry in your eyes.

“If you’re hungry I can warm up some food for you.”

“I’m fine. I already ate with my coworkers. I’m not that hungry.”

He made his way to your shared bedroom without saying another word. You stood up and yelled out to him.

“If you need a bath I have one set for you. With your favorite scent and bubbles!” You smiled, sure you’d get his favor this time.

“I’m just going to take a quick shower. I’m too tired for a bath. You want me to drown?” He yelled back.

You felt your heart begin to crack apart. “Oh, okay. Well… If you need anything just call for me.”

With a loud and clear sigh, your boyfriend yelled at you. “If I needed something then I would call for you! Quit being annoying and shut the fuck up.”

A small and quiet, ‘oh’, left your lips as you sat back down, holding in your tears. This was a side never shown in your relationship so it left you feeling quite shocked.

So you blamed it on stress.

But over the next few months, the cycle repeated. He’d come home and yell at you. Each and every time.

Each day your heart cracked a little more until he stepped on it and it shattered completely.

In the middle of a heated argument, you yelled at him and he yelled back.

“If you really love me that you wouldn’t treat me like this!”

“Well maybe I don’t love you as much as I initially thought!”

You went quiet. You just turned around and went back to cooking dinner. He ignored you for the rest of the week and he never apologized. So you did.

“Baby, I’m so sorry for how I acted the other day. I was just feeling a bit insecure.”

“I don’t care. Just never act like that again.”

You nodded your head in shame as he brushed past you. Slowly, your ‘if’s’ became ‘sorry’s.’ ~~~ Your boyfriend came storming through the door, shutting it loudly behind him, causing you to jump.

He looks at the table, then looks at you.

“Where the fuck is my dinner? God, y/n. You always claim to have this and that; and the one time I want it, YOU NEVER HAVE IT!!!”

You scrambled to your feet, rushing to the kitchen. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll get it done right now. Just take a shower and before you know it, dinner will be done.”

He huffed his breath before making his way to the bedroom. He came back out, stomping.

“What the fuck, Y/n! You don’t have dinner ready but you can’t even prepare me a fucking bath!? God, you’re so fucking useless. I don’t even know why I ever started liking you in the first place!”

You sighed heavily. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been out of it today.”

“Clearly! Now if you don’t have dinner done by the time I come out, don’t expect me to stay here tonight.” And he went to shower.

“Sorry…” ~~~ It began to get too much for you. You couldn’t take it. It was overwhelming and heartbreaking. You missed the old (name) you used to know. You just wanted him back.

You slowly stepped in the bath and settled down before calling (name). He picked up. Surprisingly.

“What do you want, Y/n? You already know how busy I am. It better not be any bullshit.”

“I just want to ask you a few questions.” You voice wavered and you hoped he couldn’t tell that you were crying.

“Well, then get it over with.”

You took in a deep shaky breath.

“If I left you, how would you feel.”

“I don’t know, y/n. Ask me when I get home.”

“WAIT! P-please just listen… I just need you to listen as I ask.”

After a moment of silence, you continued.

“If you could never see me again, would that hurt you? If I died, would you care?”

You could hear a loud sigh coming from the receiving end.

“I don’t know. You act like you’re dying. I’m hanging up. I’m tired of you.”

*beeeeeeeeeeeeppp-* ~~~ When the call ended, (name) didn’t know what to do. He grew a bit worried. He knew he shouldn’t have talked to y/n like that. Work’s just been taking a toll on him and he took it all out on y/n.

He knew you should’ve apologized but his ego stood in the way so he never did.

But he couldn’t shake that horrible feeling that something terrible would happen. So he grabbed his coat, locked his office door, got in his car, and drove off. ~~~ The call ended. Any hope left that you had, hoping (name) still loved you, gone.

You grabbed the box cutter from the side of the tub. Tears blinded your vision and your pained sobs could be heard from miles away.

“I’m sorry, mom. I promised I wouldn’t join you so soon. But it hurts. It hurts so much. I don’t know if I can take it anymore. I can’t take it anymore. I’m tired. I don’t want to hold on anymore.”

You sobbed even harder as you slid the blade out. “I’m sorry that I love you, (name).”

Then you slit your wrist.

You could feel the blood dripping from it. It was warm like the water you were currently in. You felt your body slowly become colder as you heart beated rapidly. Your eyes began to droop and your breath became ragged.

You saw your memories come flashing by. Most of them being the happy memories you shared with (name). You smiled. You were dying and you smiled. At least the pain was ending and you no longer had to hurt. You guessed this was what people meant when they said that your life flashes before your eyes as you die.

You looked down and the water had become red already. The blood was sill draining from your body.

Then you heard someone burst through the door. You couldn’t tell who it was and you could barely hear them as they lifted you from the tub. ~~~ (Name) rushed into the house and he had to break through the bathroom door when you weren’t responding.

“Y/N!!! Oh, god. Y/n…”

He wanted to scream but he knew he had to stay calm. He was scared. This was all his fault.

“Y/n, y/n baby. Stay with me, yeah. It’s okay. It’s okay. I’ll get you out of here soon.”

He grabbed a face cloth and wrapped around your wrist to stop any further bleeding. Then he lifted you up and out of the tub.

“It’s okay, love. It’s okay, I’m here. You’ll be alright. Everything will be just fine.”

He wasn’t sure if he was saying that for you or for him, but it worked. What he was sure of though, was that he was thankful that y’all chose an apartment not to far from the hospital. About a 5 minute drive.

He rushed you to the hospital and they hooked you up but it was already too late.

You died as they were trying to put you on the hospital bed and give you blood. You were gone.

You were gone and you left (name) all alone.

He couldn’t believe it. He knew that he was the reason and the guilt ate at him. He already promised your mother to take care of you and he couldn’t even do that. He hated himself. He hated all of it.

“If you can hear me, I’m so sorry, y/n.”

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berry vodka [jo harvelle]

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summary; too many shots lead to the confession you’ve been keeping inside for seven months. tags; bi!fem!reader, angst, fluff, insecurities in sexuality but no details, not proofread. next part (smut)

“C’mon, Dean, I’ve done everything you’ve asked for, I’ve tried—”

“Wasn’t enough if the demon’s still out there!” His voice is so clear it makes me shake. I’ve known Dean for years and years, he’s hardly ever raised his voice at me. No one respects women more than he and his brother do, and not once have they yelled at me no matter what I did— and now he’s screaming, for what? Because I let some demon outsmart me for two seconds?

I scoff and storm out of the bedroom we were fighting in. It was a stupid hunt right next to Ellen’s hence why we’re staying at the roadhouse for the week, so i end up at the bar. 

Thankfully, so is my favorite blond. “Hey, Jo.” She smiles wide, waving, and in return dropping the shot glass in her hands to the counter.

“Hi, berry. You’ve been kind of hot and heavy with Dean these days. You okay?” I roll back so I’m sitting straight. 

“Thanks,” I blow a kiss when she hands me a Berry Vodka, “we’re ‘kay, he’s just being an asshole.” 

She agrees with me (though I’ve yet to tell her what he’s being an asshole about) which makes me lean forward on the bar. “I mean, I’m his friend and you’d think that after hunting together for so long he’d stop blaming me for guys hitting on me.”

Her eyes widen and this time she almost drops the glass on accident, though it’s hardly a close call as she easily regains her composure. “He— what?” 

“What?”

“Dean what?”

“He got mad at me?”

“For guys flirting?”

“Yes.”

“Why—” she clears her throat and looks back down at her work, still moving, “why would he— why? Is he like— does he like you?”

“Does Dean—” I let out a laugh, “does Dean like me? Did hell freeze over? No, of course not. He’s not jealous, he’s overprotective. He’s being an ass but he isn’t in love with me.”

“Good,” she lets out a small breath and my heart seizes. Yeah, of course it’s good. Jo’s always been in love with Dean, him liking me would cause a bit of an issue. “I mean— whatever. Yeah. Anyways, why’s he fighting with you anyways?”

“I let a demon go. Thought he was an overly eager guy so I sent him on his way.”

“How’s that your fault?”

“He… might have mentioned he’s a demon— but I thought he was trying to be funny or something, I didn’t know he actually was one. Turns out he wanted to find Sam and Dean. He has something on Yellow Eyes.”

“You guys getting close, then?” One quick nod. The heavy alcohol in the drink burns as I try to finish as much of it as possible at once. I hand it back to Jo and ask for just shots. “You sure?” Another nod.

I need to let go tonight if I’ll be awake and attentive with the guys tomorrow on their wild goose chase. She hands me one shot and I shake my head. She furrowed her eyebrows. “C’mon Jo, I’ll pay.”

“That’s not it and you know it. You can’t drink.” 

“What does that even—” she glared at me and maybe, okay, so sometimes I get a little crazy when I’m drunk but so what? I just flirt and dance, it isn’t like I hurt anyone. Besides, waking up with someone in my bed tomorrow could maybe solve all my problems. “Let me have it, Jo. I just need one night, I deserve it.” That seems like the magic word for everyone in my life at the moment. 

I die for Dean once and suddenly I have a free pass for the rest of my life. If I’d known, I would’ve died for the jackass sooner. Sam brought me back the same day but still— everyone lets me have it.

She stares at me like she’s contemplating it and then gives in with a sigh. From that point on I’m being served shot after shot and I’m more than sure my tab is so high I won’t be able to pay half of it when the night ends. Jo starts serving me much cheaper brands as the night went on— I’m sure she knows that too.

Three shots later, I’m still sober enough to taste the vodka cheapening. “Jooo,” I draw out her name, “you’re not doin’ enough! I need to get drunk, not bored.”

“Slow down, honey.” I shake my head though my ears heat up at the endearment. No time for that now. Two shots more and I’m officially buzzed. Buzzed enough to not notice Dean sit down next to me. 

“Hey, sweetheart.” I shake my head quickly and stand up mumbling something about it being a good night and he seems to take the rejection well, sitting in place as I walk to the empty pool table. 

Immediately as I’m racking the balls up, someone’s hands are on my waist. “You wanna give me a round, honey?” And because I literally have nothing better to do, I let the Sam-height, almost Cass-level-hot guy play pool with me.

His facial hair covers most of his face, which actually looks way too good, but his blue eyes look really really beautiful and I can’t stop staring. “Yes. Yeah.” He smirks and moves his hands away.

“What are we playing for?” I almost answer, I’m not sure what to say, before his deep voice comes from behind me. His hands aren’t on my waist, but he might as well swallow me whole if he’ll make me feel this small. 

“A hundred bucks, how about that, man?” 

“And who are you?”

“Her friend.” Dean has a hand on my shoulder. Asking loudly enough for the other guy to hear, “you mind me playin’, sweetheart?��� 

Obviously, I shake my head and we get started. I’m winning so far, the guy— Stefan or something— is downright embarrassing at the game. Dean is letting me and I’m drunk enough to not care. Three more hits and i sigh. “I want drinks.”

Stefan perks up from his round, “I’ll go get ‘em. What do you drink, honey?” He asked for my name ages ago and I gave it but he doesn’t seem to like it.

“I will go get them.” Dean decides and taps the taller man’s shoulder once. That’s smart. I’m not sure why it is— but it is. Stefan’s closer now. Too close.

“I like girls.” I whisper, or blurt, or something that means I say it so fast and so low that I don’t hear or understand it myself.

“You— what?”

“I’m into girls. M’sorry. You’re so close. M’not kissing you.”

“Yeah, I— I wasn’t.” He furrowed his eyebrows but I just shrugged and moved further back. “Did I make you uncomfortable?” I mean, he asked me if I wanted another round by trapping me into the pool table.

I must’ve said it outloud because, “I didn’t trap you, I mean, I held you but that’s because you were kinda off your feet. I apologize if—”

“Oh. M’sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. It isn’t your fault.”

“Good.” I smile and move closer now. He’s warm when I’m not worried he’s trying to get in my pants. I’m not exclusively into girls— only half way, I’m bi, but it seemed like the easiest way to disgust and run away a man.

We talk, enough for me to know his dogs name and for him to know that Dean means well, he’s just worried because I’m drunk, and that he isn’t my boyfriend. 

“You sure? Does he know that?” I glance over at the hunter, speaking to Jo with those twinkling green eyes.

I nod once and tell him we should keep playing. Dean seems occupied. We keep going and set the balls up evenly again. The first round I’ve won two hundred from both men, then we decided to play for nothing and I’m regretting it cause I could’ve really made my bill if I kept receiving money with the way I’m winning. 

“You’re good.” He’s sweet. I get his number and we talk— promise to keep in touch for when I come back to town and just as he’s about to leave I catch up with him.

“Stefan,” I call out once and then I trip over something. Faster than light, I’m already draped over his arm. Falling and whatever. He wants to say something but I quickly straighten up to kiss him, moving my fingers through his hair. He seems to enjoy that, pulling me closer. Then he pulls away.

“How much have you been drinking?”

“What?” That’s not a question you ask someone that’s sleeping with you. Or planning to.

“How many drinks?”

“I— I don’t know like so little,” he shakes his head, “only five.”

“Five?”

“Shots.” He lets out a scoff and walks me back to the bar. I’m sure I’m pouting by both the looks on Dean and Jo’s faces and by the pull of my mine. And maybe Stefan’s laugh. He hands me off to them and I wave at him. He makes me promise to call tomorrow and I nod. “He was so nice. Why don’t nice guys go for me?” I groan, banging my head against the wood of the bar softly. 

“That’s not true.” I know it’s Jo who says that which makes it even worse. Of course you’d think that. You’re trying to get me to leave so you can suck Dean’s face off. It’s not fair. He gets all the girls. Always. Even the ones I really like. 

“Whatever.” I take out the two hundred and hand it to Jo. “Keep it.”

“Berry, that’s a hundred and twenty five tip.”

I shrug and stand out of the chair. “M’gonna go to sleep.” Heading up the stairs proves to be a lot harder than i initially planned and so I just give up halfway through and sit down with my head in my hands and tears flowing too fast for me to comprehend why they’re there. This sucks. Having feelings suck. Why can’t I be an angel or demon or something devoid of emotions? Why can’t I be heartless like— I don’t know— Dean! 

“Ouch, sweetheart.” I need to stop speaking my thoughts out loud. “I agree with you there. What’s wrong, berry?” 

“I hate that stupid nickname.”

He frowns, sitting down next to me, a step below. “Why’s that?”

“‘Cause she came up with it and s’not fair.”

“What’s not fair?”

“That she likes you. She always likes you. And I like you too, De, but this is so annoying like why can’t she love me! Why am I not enough to love? S’it ‘cause I’m not a man? I don’t wanna be a stupid man, I like being a girl. Why can’t girls just like me without me being a guy!” I cant even comprehend the words before they’re out and I just wish Dean would hold me and comfort me. Or maybe make Jo fall in love with me magically.

“Who likes me, berry?”

“Jo! Stupid Jo! And I’ve been the best friend ever and she still doesn’t like me. She’ll never like me and it’s ‘cause I’m a girl.” Deans beautiful face scrunches up into a frown and he shakes his head.

“D’ya tell her you like her?” No. “Well there you go. You need to tell her so you can know if she likes you back or not.”

“N’what if she doesn’t?”

“I’ll still love you.” I smile at the words, “and Jo will always be your friend.” Who are you and what have you done with Dean? “Oh, shut up.”

“Dean,” I whisper after a moment. “Can you tell Jo?” 

He shakes his head.

“Can Sam tell her?” He shakes his head again.

“Tell who what?” Oh that’s Jo.

“Tell you I like you.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen Dean leave a room, or staircase, as fast as he just did. Ever. “Like you like you. Like i want to kiss you all day and I want to hold you— but I can’t ‘cause you like Dean.”

Her eyes are still wide which probably mean she hates me now but my legs aren’t working so I don’t stand up, just wallow in my  guilt and failure in front of her. 

“Berry, you mean it?” I nod once but keep my head down. Her soft fingers hook under my chin and I look up at her. She’s closer now. Very very much closer. Close enough for me to taste the vanilla perfume i got for her last birthday. She’s close enough to—

Jo’s kissing me. Jo Harvelle’s lips are moving against mine, gentle, but desperate. Hard and soft. Everything all at once and it’s better than I could’ve imagined. I think it’s so good i forget to kiss back because she stops to backtrack, small stutters of I’m sorry and I shouldn’t so I quickly stand up (wow, my legs are back) and kiss her a little too roughly I slip my tongue in there. 

“Jo,” I moan against her mouth and she nods but doesn’t acknowledge it. I’m sobering up. Too sober to be in a situation I’ve imagined a thousand times a day for the past seven months. 

“Jo, bedroom— please.” She nods quicker this time and pulls away enough for me to breathe and take the image of her kiss-flushed face in. She’s everything I’ve ever imagined and needed but I can’t do this.

“Jo, I can’t—” she stops right in front of her room. “I don’t— I love you. And I can be here for you if you’re… I don’t know experimenting but, you need to tell me. I can’t just be a phase, Jo.”

“M’not. C’mon, hey,” she presses another kiss on my lips, slow, “I love you too. You know that. You must’ve known that I’ve loved you ever since you and those idiots came into the roadhouse, but you’re just, you know so much and I didn’t know if you’d ever want someone who doesn’t even know their own sexuality or—”

Now it’s my turn to shut her up with a kiss and I push us into her room. “Shut up. So are we—”

“Yes.” She smiles against me. “You’re mine, berry.”

[alotofpockets]

Midnight meeting | Kate Bishop

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Spider-Woman!Reader

Summary: After not being able to help a civilian in need, you decide to clear your head in a dimly lit park. You didn't expect to see anyone at this hour, especially not your Avenger coworker Kate. [Full request]

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All you ever wanted to do was help people, so when you got these abilities, you put them to good use. Spider-Woman, that’s the name the media chose for you. And when people started to see more and more of what you were doing, they proclaimed you The Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Woman. You lived by this status, so when you weren’t able to help people like they expect you too, it’s hard on you.

Sadly, tonight was one of those nights. You had already changed back into your regular clothes, not feeling worthy of wearing the Spider Suit that Tony had made for you. Going home didn't feel right, and going to the Compound felt even more wrong. That's why you were walking around a park at 11pm. 

It had been a while since you had seen people around, so when you heard a voice call out to you, it scared you at first. When the person came closer, you recognized her from the Compound. "Y/n, right?" You nod your head, not really in the mood to have a conversation with someone you barely know. The woman continues nonetheless, "Kate, Kate Bishop. I've seen you at the Compound right?" You nod again. "What are you doing out here so late?" She asks. It's the first open question, so you won't be able to nod your head in response. "I could ask you the same thing." 

Kate laughs at your response, "You're right. I couldn't sleep, so I decided to take a walk. Your turn." You quietly say, "I messed up." A frown makes its way onto Kate's face. "What happened?" The tears start forming in your eyes. "I wasn't fast enough, I couldn't save him. He's dead because I wasn't fast enough." You tell her how you went straight to the location the notification told you, and that when you got there the dying man's wife was crying by his side. He had suffered a heart attack and help wasn't fast enough to bring him back.

Kate is quick to reassure you that you didn't do anything wrong. "You did everything you could, it's not your fault. You got there before the paramedics did. You were there first, there was nothing anyone could have done." Kate places a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to emphasize her words, and even though you don't know her well, your emotions get the better of you and you break down in her arms.

She holds you while you sob in her arms. When you feel like you've cried all your tears you step out of her arms and thank her. You look her in the eyes, expecting judgements or pity, but instead you see compassion and understanding. Kate took you by the hand and guided you to a nearby park bench. You talk about anything and everything, until you feel raindrops falling from the sky. 

"Come on, I’ll walk you home." Kate says. She sees the hesitation on your face and is quick to offer a second option, "Or we could go to my place? I live above a pizza place, so we can have some food, and maybe after we can watch a movie. How does that sound?" You nod, "Sounds good, I don't really want to be alone tonight."

As promised Kate bought a pizza to share before heading up to her apartment. You ate it while watching your comfort movie. She made sure you had enough blankets and pillows to spend the night on her couch, which you were very grateful for. The next morning she made sure you had some breakfast before you both had to head to the Compound for combat training. 

When you arrived at the compound together, everyone's eyes were on you. No one said anything, but they were glad that you had found each other, whether that was as friends or more. The two of you were around the same age and were from similar backgrounds, the team didn't want to force any relations but they had high hopes for the two of you connecting. 

Kate didn't leave your side at any point. When she wasn't your partner during the exercise, she made sure to be next to you. She was making sure you were alright, especially after you told her that you didn't want to be alone. It was comforting to know that there was someone in your corner. 

The only moment that she wasn't near you was when Natasha took you aside. Kate wanted to follow, but you told her it was okay. "Hey malen'kiy pauk [little spider], I noticed Kate keeping an eye on you the whole morning and I just wanted to check if everything is okay." You smiled at the nickname.  

She had told you that since the day that Tony had brought you to the Compound, it gave you a sense of comfort. "Yeah, I'm okay. Something happened last night, and Kate was there to help me and take care of me. Thank you for looking out for me, Nat." Natasha nods, "Of course, if you need anything let me know, okay?" You let her know that you will before heading back to training. "Everything okay?" Kate asks between punches. "Yes, all good. She just wanted to check on me."

When the training is over you desperately need a shower. You walk up to Kate, "Do you have plans today?" You ask her. "Not really, probably just hang around the compound for a bit." You take her phone from her hand, add your number to her contacts and send yourself a text before handing her phone back. "Text me when you're ready? I'll come pick you up." 

And so she did. You picked her up from her room and took her down to the game room. You spend the rest of the afternoon playing all sorts of games on the big screen. Clint and Natasha smiled when they heard your laughter coming from the game room as they walked by, they instantly knew that the two of you were going to be okay.

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Take a Break

MC x Barbatos Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 1,264

A/N: I'm not as proud of this one as I was hoping I would be, but I hope you all enjoy it. I think Barb deserves a break, okay? Poor demon must be exhausted.

Barbatos was tired, exhausted even. He hid it behind that smile of his well, but you knew better. You could see it in his eyes and the way he took a few extra seconds to open them that morning. But work in the Demon Lord’s castle never comes to an end. That’s what Barbatos would tell you any time you asked him to sit down for even just a minute. 

Today was supposed to be even worse than normal. There was an event Diavolo was putting on for the students at RAD so Barbatos’ tasks for the day had grown exponentially. You just felt… sad. He’s been working at this pace for who knows how many years now. You’re surprised the demon hasn’t burnt out. Or maybe he had, but he just refuses to show it. 

You didn’t plan this originally. No, originally you just wanted to cook him dinner and maybe give him a shoulder massage. I mean, he deserves to be taken care of for once. However, you slowly realized that with how busy he was today, there was going to be no time for him to stop and let you do these things for him. He has a castle to take care of and an event to make sure runs smoothly after all. So, modifications had been made. With Diavolo’s approval, of course. You’d need his help for this to run smoothly anyways, and well, Diavolo has secretly been worried about Barbatos too. 

You sent Barbatos a quick message. “Hey Barb, I won’t be able to make it to the RAD event today. I got held up with something else. Please don’t work too hard.”

Barbatos was quick to respond. “I understand. Let me know if you require any assistance. I shall see you tonight.”

You smiled and shook your head. You put away your D.D.D. and grabbed the list of tasks you wrote down. Little D No. 2 was kind enough to tell you everything Barbatos would usually have done around the Demon Lord’s castle today, were the RAD event not taking place. It was quite the long list and it only made you feel a bit more worried about how Barbatos does everything everyday. 

You decided to knock out the harder tasks first. Chances are, you wouldn’t finish up everything on this list, so you wanted to at least get the more challenging and time consuming tasks out of the way first. 

Doing these tasks without Barbatos knowing was proving to be more difficult than you originally thought. While he was indeed busy with the RAD event, he kept making trips back to the castle to grab different things, most likely in an attempt to correct things that weren’t going to plan. At one point you thought he saw you while you were cleaning the kitchen. You were quite lucky that the pantry was large enough to fit you and Little D No 2 inside at the same time. 

You watched through the crack in the pantry door as Barbatos walked briskly back and forth through the kitchen, grabbing various things he needed to fix whatever one of the brothers surely did. It was rare times like these that Barbatos dropped his mask and you could see how tired he truly was. It only made you more determined to help.

Unfortunately time moved a lot faster than you thought it would. The RAD event was finishing up soon and you weren’t even halfway done with the list. You still needed to start on dinner as well. Desperate times calls for desperate measures.

You pulled out your D.D.D. and sent a text to the Purgatory Hall groupchat. “Friends, I am in need of assistance. Please meet me at the Demon Lord’s castle without alerting Barbatos of your disappearance.”

It did not take long before Solomon, Simeon, and Luke were running into the castle.

“MC, are you okay?”

“What do you need help with?”

“Why couldn’t we tell Barbatos?”

You handed them each a paper with two tasks on it. “Finish these tasks for me in the next hour and I will owe you big time. Solomon, I’ll even try whatever monstrosity of a meal you decide to cook up next.” 

This surprised Simeon and Luke. They knew you were serious and got to work without saying another word. And you thought it was going pretty well. Key word: thought. You and Simeon started arguing about how to correctly clean a leather couch. Luke was struggling to reach the shelves he was trying to dust and had knocked a few things onto the ground. And Solomon managed to turn a spot on the carpet he was cleaning blue.

“What is going on here?” Everyone froze at the sound of Barbatos’ voice.

Solomon looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “Scram!” 

The angels and the sorcerer disappeared in a flash, leaving you and Barbatos. 

“Hey Barb… You’re back early… How did the event go?” You moved in front of the blue spot on the carpet, hoping to conceal it from his eyes. 

“MC, what is the meaning of this?” He moved slightly so he could see what you were hiding. 

“Well… in my defense, Little D No. 2 told us that you used this carpet cleaner in here.”

“Did you dilute it or just go straight to cleaning?” 

“Er… I think Solomon just started cleaning. Honestly, they need to make the directions on those cleaning solutions bigger. It’s a wonder anyone uses those things correctly.”

Barbatos lets out a small sigh, but not a frustrated one. “MC, is this what you were up to all day?”

You nodded, feeling a little sheepish. “It was originally just me, but when I realized I didn’t have enough time to finish the long list of tasks you somehow manage to get done everyday, I enlisted help. Surprise?” 

Barbatos smiled softly. “MC, you did not have to go through all the trouble. I can manage my tasks quite well.”

“I know you can, that much is obvious. However, you need a break. You work so hard I’m surprised you haven’t dropped from exhaustion and if you keep going this way I’m going to start… I dunno… Bribing the Little Ds to do more of the cleaning. So… So just sit down and let me fix this.”

Barbatos let out a small chuckle. “I take it that this was why the Young Master was giving me tasks for the event such as ‘round up every person with a blue shirt’?”

You gently move him to sit down on the couch. If anyone else were to have moved him like that, you don’t know what would happen to them. Special partner privileges. “Maybe I should’ve asked someone else to keep you distracted.” 

“If you insist I take a break, I will. However, I must insist that you spend the time with me instead of cleaning. I’d much rather sit with you than watch you do my tasks.” 

You smiled and grabbed a book off a shelf. “Fine, but I’m going to read to you. Now get comfortable.” You sat down next to him, cuddling into his side. 

“By the way, you were correct on how to clean the couch. A vinegar and water solution with a microfiber cloth is a safe method.” 

You pulled out your D.D.D. and hit the voice recording button. “Say that again please.”

It was safe to say you and Barbatos spent the rest of the night together. Maybe, just maybe, he might start taking more breaks.

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The Rising Empress (Bang Chan) - Chapter 14 - The Punishment

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Chapter 14 - The Punishment

Chapter word count: 2.7k words

Aristia takes a long bath, watching intensely as her garments hide the precious peace treaty on a chair in the bathroom.

With a heavy heart in her chest, she slips under the covers next to Chris, who doesn’t hesitate to embrace her.

“Haven’t you fallen asleep?” She asks, watching as night slowly turns to day.

The dawn is beautiful, but she knows that once the sun is up and she will wake up – that is, if she will even manage to sleep at all – she will have to tell Chris everything.

“No. Even if you came back safely, I still feel on edge for some reason. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight.” He answers, his voice soft, as he pulls her closer.

“Mhm. Me neither.” She replies, turning around and facing him.

With every minute that passes when she doesn’t confess what she’s done, she feels even worse. Maybe it would be better to cut to the chase and simply tell him now, because no matter how much time she waits, the outcome will be the same.

She’s dug her own grave, and now she will have to lie in it.

“You seem troubled about something…” Chris hesitates, noticing how Aristia spaces out. He’s not used to seeing her this way, and she looks incredibly fragile in the soft morning light.

“Chris, I have to… uhm… I have to tell you something.”

She takes in a deep breath and watches how the Emperor is looking at her with tired eyes. She decides to hug him one last time, to give him a last kiss before confessing everything, and so, she does, and Chris welcomes her warmly.

His embrace feels safe, and she feels on the verge of crying again, but this time, she doesn’t let any tears spill. She keeps her composure and stands up, grabbing the two documents – the treaty and the document proving the ownership of the emerald mine – then returns to bed.

Chris follows her and sits up, watching intensely as she brings the two papers.

“Before you read these… Please let me speak and listen to me without asking any questions.” She says in a quiet voice, barely audible, and Chris nods, confused.

“I didn’t… I didn’t want our Empire to go to war with the Kingdom of the South. This would’ve been an unnecessary, avoidable war, and I didn’t want any of our people to die any longer. As Mr. Silverstone stated, the Empire hasn’t known any peace in way too long…”

“Aristia…” Chris starts, immediately shaking his head. “What exactly did you do…?”

“I’m sorry.” She shakes her head, her hands trembling. “I… I didn’t trust that you would hear me out, so I ended up acting on my own. Chris, I… I betrayed you.”

“What are you saying…?” His eyes suddenly widen, all the tiredness he felt so far simply melting away in an instant.

“I employed a plan with my half-sister to bring our nations to peace. This plan entails a… a formal, signed agreement… a treaty between the Empire and the Kingdom to make sure that for the next one hundred years, no blood will be shed on either side.”

Saying this, she hands Chris the papers, which he is quick to snatch away from her in a swift motion. His eyes first scan the paper regarding the emerald mine, and then, the treaty, which he reads carefully.

With every sentence he reads, he seethes with anger, but when his eyes reach his signature and his stamp, he puts the paper down, and without any words, he gets off the bed and begins walking towards the door.

“Chris, wait-”

“Don’t.” He immediately cuts her off, not even turning around to look at her. “Don’t say anything anymore.”

“But I-”

“As of today, you are to stay confined to this room until I decide what to do with this… with you.”

Aristia’s shoulders slouch as she watches helplessly how Chris exits her room, and her heart begins to hurt even worse.

If only she would’ve trusted him… maybe none of this would’ve happened.

She decides to get under her covers and tries her hardest to fall asleep, with no success whatsoever.

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“Good morning, Your Highness.” A maid she doesn’t recognise enters her room with a tray of food, but Aristia’s appetite is non-existent to say the least.

“Who are you?” She inquires. “What happened to my maids?”

“My name is Nora. As for your other maids, I don’t have any information.”

“I see…”

“The Emperor is expecting you in his office after breakfast.”

“Alright.”

The maid bows politely then gets out of the room, but Aristia doesn’t have the energy to get out of bed, let alone sit at the table and eat anything. She plops right back and hugs her bed covers tight. They still smell like Chris.

After a little while, she decides she can’t stay in bed forever, so she gets up and heads towards the food, but just the sight of it makes her sick.

She’s unbelievably nauseous, most likely from the lack of sleep, and she has no energy whatsoever.

Instead of eating, she begins getting ready to face Chris and opens the door to get out of her room, which Changbin is guarding.

“Good morning.” He bows. His expression seems grave.

“Hello, Changbin.” She smiles shortly, before starting to walk the familiar path towards Chan’s office.

When her presence is announced and she is permitted to enter, she is shocked to see her three faithful maids and a couple of officials she barely recognises, as well as Jisung and Seungmin, who both avert their gazes when her eyes gloss over them.

Tensions are high, and Aristia can sense the air growing dense around her as she steps inside the room.

Alice looks rough. She must’ve found the last night difficult to cope with, and she must still be in shock.

Chris’ back is turned at first, and for a few moments, she doesn’t know whether she should say something or not. She decides to keep silent.

“Empress,” Chris begins, finally turning around to meet her eyes. “You have committed one of the greatest sins, forging official documents and complotting against the Crown with the help of your maids.”

“If I may speak-” Aristia starts but gets cut off immediately.

“You may not.” Chris immediately counters.

“- my maids had nothing to do with this. I did it all on my own.” She says either way, ignoring his interruption. “Please let them go.”

“They had nothing to do with this?!” Chris chuckles lowly, the officials throwing questioning looks at each other.

“Yes. None of them were aware of my plans. They were just forced to act the way they did after I threatened them.” Aristia speaks softly, looking at her maids and their pained expressions.

Of course, she’s never threatened them. They did everything out of loyalty to her, and they even kept silent because they are willing to go down with Aristia. Still, she promised she would protect them, so this is what she will do.

“Please understand that they are mere subordinates who followed my orders blindly. They didn’t know what they were doing.” Aristia insists, still keeping a mellow voice, looking directly at Chris. She completely disregards the presence of the other officials, as she couldn’t care less about what they think of her.

Chris lets out a large sigh, closing his eyes tight. He was trying to help her out – to get her to put some blame on others so he could lessen her punishment – but Aristia’s already made up her mind to take all the blame. After all, she truly was the one who made up the plan, all on her own.

“I understand. Still, they must be held accountable for refusing to report to me when asked. They will be relocated far away from the Capital. Actually, why not to the Kingdom of the South, since you so dearly promised them that we’d allocate any resources we have should they need them?” Chris lets out a mocking, short laugh, but Aristia just smiles, grateful that her maids won’t have to pay too dearly.

They could always start anew somewhere else, she figures. All of them are young and beautiful, and extremely quick-witted, so she is certain that they will find a place in this world, away from the Palace, away from the Empire of the Sun, and most importantly, away from herself.

Everyone in the room is on edge, the officials shift uncomfortably in their seats, clenching their fists and waiting for the Emperor to speak again.

“Then, you are free to go to your rooms until further instructions.” Chris commands, and the maids get out quickly, as if afraid he would change his mind.

Left alone in the presence of her husband, her teacher, Jisung and the other officials, Aristia straightens her back and prepares herself to face whichever punishment they have decided to give her. She holds her head high and faces them fearlessly - even though her insides are burning.

“Have I been wrong on anything else?” Chris asks, which takes her by surprise. He’s essentially giving her a chance to explain herself, to somehow rationalise why she’s done this.

“Yes, Your Highness.” She begins. “You’ve mentioned I complotted against the Crown, however, this was never my intention, nor my plan. Everything I did was for the peace of our home, our Empire.”

“Yet you signed a peace treaty none of us knew about, let alone agree with. Did you think you could do whatever you pleased?” He challenges.

“I was afraid you would not understand my judgement. However, I believe I made the right choice.”

As she says this, all the officials shake their heads, one of them beginning to speak.

“Your Majesty, this is not right! She can’t do however she pleases!”

“I agree! Even if the treaty in itself wasn’t a bad idea, the way she went behind everyone’s backs is simply inadmissible!” Another one chimes in.

“She must be punished accordingly, Your Highness!” Another one of the officials exclaims with a scoff, and Chris lets out a long sigh, trying to control himself.

This whole situation is terrible, as he doesn’t know how he’d end up turning it around to make Aristia escape the apparently inevitable fate she’s faced with, and she’s not helping the situation at all either, for she asks:

“What is my punishment?”

“Since your crime was so grave, there is no precedent.” Chris sighs again after a few short moments, averting his gaze. “However, the Empire has established a protocol long ago in case of forgery of documents on a lower scale, which will be applied to your case as well. Seungmin, would you tell the Empress what that protocol is?”

Seungmin looks at Aristia for the first time, and as their eyes meet, she can sense how crestfallen he is to deliver the news. He looks completely different to the usually composed Seungmin she’s worked with for the past months.

“The… uhm, the punishment in this case would be execution.” Seungmin finds it hard to speak, and he closes his eyes before continuing. “Normally, a trial would be held to have a judge overview the case, however, since her Highness confessed to the Emperor himself and in front of all the officials of committing this crime… no such trial is needed.”

“Thank you, Seungmin.” Chris speaks, clearing his throat. His insides are burning and watching the woman he’s grown to love receive this verdict, his heart clenches. He really doesn’t know what to do to get her out of this tough spot.

Her position in front of the court officials is unfavourable, and even though, after thinking long and hard about it, he was willing to brush over her betrayal and look at the grand scheme of things – as the peace treaty is indeed useful to the Empire, the emerald mine dispute has been settled, and they’d even conduct some other useful trades for their agriculture - the officials won’t hear any of it, and unfortunately, even though he is the Emperor, by the way their court is established, he must take into account the vote of the majority.

The officials become restless, urging Chris to deliver the final blow, and there is simply nothing he can do than inform his wife of her punishment.

“Aristia Bahng, as of this moment, you are stripped of your last name and of your title as the Empress of the Sun. Your execution will take place in a week’s time. Until then, Changbin, please escort her to the dungeon.”

A punishment fit for the crime, she believes. Aristia nods shortly and turns around, waiting for Changbin to lead the way. Watching her husband deliver this news felt like an arrow had been shot straight to her heart. Perhaps it’s better that she won’t have to see him again until her execution. She already feels sick, the nausea getting worse, and she’s on the verge of passing out.

“Wait.” Chris says, stopping them dead in their tracks and making them turn around. “Is there anything else you’d like to add? Anything at all?”

“Nothing, Your Highness. Please excuse me.” She smiles softly, looking in the eyes of the man she loves, and she once again regrets not being able to trust him. Everything she’s done was for the prosperity of the Empire, to ensure no other lives will be lost meaninglessly anymore, however, she went about it the wrong way, and the pain in her chest only proves this further.

She looks once more at Chris and feels a wave of sorrow wash over her.

She couldn’t even bring herself to apologise.

~

“Your Highness, it might be best to go to your room first and grab something warm, since the cells are underground, and very cold…” Changbin frowns.

“Please don’t call me that, Changbin.” She smiles. “I am no longer your Empress.”

“You will forever be my Empress, Your Highness.” He counters.

“The Emperor commanded you to escort me directly to the dungeon, so we are unable to drop by my rooms. Please, respect his command.” Aristia continues, and with a dejected nod, he leads her towards her cell.

He unlocks the door to the metal cage using a large key, but before she steps inside, he grabs her wrist and pulls her into a hug.

“I’m so, so sorry.” He whispers, and when he pulls back, his eyes are filled with tears. “We all know that you fought for the Empire until the very end. Even the Emperor.”

Aristia tries to stay strong and simply pats his shoulder one time before stepping into her cell and sitting on the old mattress on the bed, facing the wall. She doesn’t think she could stand watching Changbin and his downcast expression any longer, not without spilling any tears herself.

~

The cell is indeed cold, and Aristia wishes she wouldn’t have respected Chan’s orders to come straight here.

She wishes she had a coat, or at least a blanket to cover herself with, and she wishes she would’ve had something to eat in the morning, because for the rest of the day, she wasn’t given anything.

The next morning, she wakes up feeling as nauseous as the previous day. Her nose is slightly congested, her head hurts badly, and so does her back, due to sleeping on the thin, uncomfortable mattress.

There is nothing to do in this cell, nothing at all but stare at the brick walls.

For breakfast, she is given a fresh loaf of bread, steaming hot, and to her surprise, a warm blanket. She eats the bread with reluctance, but she feels so sick, not even 30 minutes later, she throws it up in the small bucket in the corner of the room.

Even though she’s lying in bed in the other corner, the smell is horrible, and her nose, despite being congested, is quite sensitive to it. She doesn’t remember having such a strong sense of smell.

She tries holding her breath, counting seconds in her head, but is unable to do so for long, as she feels another wave of nausea wash over her, and she finds herself throwing up in the bucket again.

The same happens during lunch, when she receives a warm soup and another loaf of bread. She assumes she’s treated better than the other criminals that have occupied the dungeon before, but still, she can’t eat, and she’s so cold, even with the blanket.

By dinnertime, she doesn’t even look at the food anymore. She asks Nora, the maid who’s brought it, to simply take it back, because the smell of food is making bile rise up her throat, and she throws up again.

~

Chapter 13 | Chapter 15

[delilaahh9]

Fictober day 14! 🤎

Flannel shirt - will smith

November 19th, 2022

8:49pm

Team USA ended up winning their game and y/n had gone to see her brother, she heard the cheers leave the locker room as the boys exited and Luke came out next to a boy with a mop of blonde hair.

“Hey I’ll see you tomorrow for practice” Luke says and walks to his sister.

“Hey Luke” she smiled and the two walked out, will had walked out and all he could keep his eyes on was the girl in the black and white flannel walking beside Luke.

October 6th, 2023

10:14 am

She was walking on campus looking at all the trees when she saw a blonde boy on a bench, he had a white and black flannel over a white hoodie and jeans which is almost exactly what she was wearing. he was cute, but she had no idea who he was.

As she walked by, will saw her flannel and smiled when he noticed they were wearing the same one, then he actually looked at her and noticed how beautiful she was. One problem, he didn’t know who she was.

They made slight eye contact as she walked past and a pink tint rose to both of there faces.

2:37 pm

Will was running very late to his next class, it has not gotten easy to navigate Boston college but he’s getting the hang of it. As he walked in, a couple people turned to look at him before he scanned the room and looked for a seat, then found the only open seat was next to y/n, the flannel shirt girl from earlier.

He softly smiled when he walked up and took a seat, then without him asking, she passed him her notes she took for him to copy down.

“okay class, i want you to pair up with the person next to you for the semester project, you will be selecting players from the nhl and on Friday we will do a draft, by the end of the semester, you will have learnt how to manage a team. You will also be getting a bonus 10% on your final if your team gets the most points.

Have fun!”

Y/n looked to her right, and saw the people had already paired up but the boy to her left was alone.

“Wanna pair up?” She asks, he looked unsure but nodded his head.

“what’s yo-” he started but the bell rang and she looked frazzled.

“Sorry I really have to go- uh- here’s my number” she slid him a sticky note and flew out of her seat.

*xxx-xxx-xxxx*

*xxx-xxx-xxxx*

Hey, are you the girl from my sport management class.

Flannel shirt?*

blondie?

Maybe : Will

Names will

But yes.

I prefer Blondie :)

Will 🦈

Then I’m calling you flannel girl

I’m okay with that

But my name is y/n

Will 🦈

Pretty name

Can we meet up tonight

Yea for sure.

Chipotle? It’s right by the library

Will 🦈

Sounds good.

4? I have practice at 6

Sounds good to me

3:50pm

She got there a little early, to get some dinner before they started their project. Will didn’t know what to expect, he didn’t know if she knew hockey or not.

But he also didn’t know that she grew up in a hockey family, so he arrived and had no expectations. The first thing he saw was her wallpaper, a photo of her and Luke Hughes, she was in a Hughes 43 jersey while Luke was in a suit. Will immediately thought she was a fan and got nervous, but just sat down anyway.

“Hey” she smiles.

“Hey, I’m just gonna go order something really quick” he says and retreats back to the counter. An ad of Jack Hughes came up on the screen because he’s recently done a brand deal with them, but as he looked at the screen closely, he realized that y/n and him looked similar, then it clicked, he remembered Luke saying he had a younger sister once but never mentioned her again.

He looked back and she was peacefully typing on her phone, so he decided not to bring it up.

8:49 pm

They had been there so long a chipotle employee had to ask them to leave, so they did but somehow they talked about skating and ended up in skates on the Boston college rink.

“Who taught you how to skate?” He asks when she comes to a stop infront of him.

“My brothers, they loved hockey since I was born so they wanted to teach me. My oldest brother was.. 9 around the time I learnt so he held onto me the most”

“That’s awesome, I kinda wish I had brothers. I love my sister, she picks on me though but I wouldn’t trade her for the world”

“That’s me with my brothers, I know I’m the youngest but I’m so proud of them”

“I’m gonna ask you something but I don’t want this to change anything” he says and slides in-front of her.

She freezes and knows exactly what he’s gonna ask. Silently nodding her head he takes a breath before asking.

“Your Luke’s sister?”

She smiles a little, but then realizes she remembers seeing him play with Luke.

“Yea- wait fuck your *that* will!” She laughs a little and he smiles but they continue to skate.

“I remember seeing you at the arena, once. You were in a purple flannel” he smiles at the memory, she cringes about her style a year ago.

“I remember seeing the boy with a mop of blonde on his head, parts of it was straight and parts of it was curly”

“Yea my sister made me a curl routine.” He sighs and they come to a stop again.

“Funny how every-time I have seen you, you had a flannel on”

“Well I might need to buy some more”

Okay so I know I’ve been late posting but I’m on vacation and can only get wifi at the hotel … :(

I’m also in a different time zone now so the timing will be weird but I should have todays and tomorrows our by 11pm EST

[mushyblushyredhead]

Cure For a Bad Day—MCU

No thots. Just a silly fluffy Irondad thought I had to turn into a story. :3 If you don’t like, don’t read. But if you’re here for Irondad fluff or just fluffy Marvel tickles, then come on in! OvO

Word Count: 5,000

Summary: After a rough week of school mishaps, Peter starts to doubt his future at being a good student and even being Spider-Man. It’s up to Tony Stark to remind Peter he’s still worth it, and bring back his mentor’s favorite smile. (This is a tickle fic duh, purely platonic)

Lee! Peter

Ler! Tony

If there was one thing Peter Parker was good at, was multitasking. How many other teens could juggle the responsibilities of high school while fighting crime almost every night in the not-so-friendly-neighborhood, and still manage to finish their homework on time for the next day?

Somehow he was able to do both.

But like any other student, he had his challenges. Like today, for example. Peter was in the middle of trying to finish a lab report essay for chemistry class. He was pretty stressed out, as he hadn’t had so much time to work on it for the past three weeks stopping midnight crimes and shenanigans almost four nights a week.

Now, here he was, hunched over at his desk, typing away at his laptop attempting to finish his lab report that was due tomorrow. He was mid-paragraph, stuck on page three out of the required five.

Normally, Peter would rack his science loving brain and throw something together quick, but tonight was different. He was having trouble figuring out more words and what to say in the report.

His eyes were starting to hurt from staring at his computer screen so long. His spine ached from being hunched over like a shrimp in his chair for hours. And his stomach growled; he had skipped dinner and was insistent with himself that he could have time to eat after he got his report done.

He looked at his bedside clock. 10:37pm. Oh come on! I’ll have to go to bed soon and I’m not even close to being done.

Peter sighed. Sometimes, his full time job being Spider-Man could really put a dent into his student life.

There was a knock at his door. “Peter? You alright?” the soft voice of his Aunt asked.

“I’m okay, Aunt May,” Peter stifled a yawn. “Just finishing up homework.”

“You said you were finishing up two hours ago.”

“Well this time, I mean it. I am almost done.”

“Alright if I come in?”

“Yeah. Go ahead.”

The sight of her tired, stressed, hunched over nephew saddened May. “Oh, Peter, you’ve been at that science report of yours all afternoon. Why not call it a night and get some rest?”

“I can’t,” Peter’s eyes stayed glued to his screen. The blinking curser that sat there unmoving for hours seemed to mock him. “I have to finish this tonight. This thing is worth a lot of my grade this semester.”

“Hmm, okay how about this?” May offered. “I’ll let you knock off school tomorrow, and send a note to your teachers that you’re out sick. It’ll give you an extra day to finish your report.” Her lips ruled into a soft grin. “Maybe after that, you and I can head off to the mall and buy you some more of those Squishables things you secretly like.”

Normally, Peter would laugh and jokingly say what a bad influence she was letting him cut school like that. But tonight, he didn’t even crack a smile. “No thanks. I’ll get this done before I go to sleep. Shouldn’t be much longer.”

Aunt May saw that tonight would be one of those nights where Peter wouldn’t budge out of his zombie induced state. So she decided to let him be. “Alright then,” she sighed. “Just please don’t stay up past midnight. I don’t want to get another phone call saying you slept through class and other kids decided to draw on your face.”

“Yeah, will do.”

And with that, she shut the door.

Peter rubbed his eyes with a sigh. “C’mon…c’mon…gotta finish. Ugh! Why can’t I finish?” The teen was just about to give up and call it quits when the hairs on the back of his neck and arms stood out on end. His Spidey tingle was going off!

Despite feeling achy and sluggish, he quickly stood up and tore off his clothes, slipping into his Spider-Man costume. He pulled his mask over his face and was about to jump out the window when he stopped himself.

Aunt May might come back to check if I really did go to sleep. Dang it! Ok uhh…oh wait! That’ll work!

Peter grabbed some day old clothes off the floor and shoved them under his blanket, pushing them into a sort of Peter-shaped lump. Hopefully, if his aunt came to check on him she wouldn’t look too closely.

Grabbing his phone, he hopped off the windowsill and swung out into the night.

By the time Peter managed to sneak back into his room through the window, he was exhausted. He felt like he was about to pass out as soon as he stepped into his bedroom.

He flopped onto his bed, lifting his Spidey mask off his sweaty face. He didn’t have the energy to take off his costume just yet. He was so tired.

He had stopped a home break-in coordinated by three criminals. Normally, a crime like a break-in was child’s play to Peter. But after spending the whole week fighting off crime and running on four hours of sleep, and topped with the stress of his recent assignment, Spider-Man suddenly didn’t have the energy to do a lot of fighting tonight.

His web-shooting was uncoordinated, one punch nearly knocked him out, and he appeared to be wobbly when he landed.

Even the criminals seemed to noticed how he wasn’t putting much of a fight, and taunted him while having their weapons pointed at the sleepy hero.

Peter barely managed to stop those three criminals, and earned himself a bruise on his jaw and knee. So by the time the boy made it home, the clock read 1:55am.

Peter wanted to scream in frustration. Well there goes another sleepless night, he thought as he quietly stripped himself out of his Spidey suit and grabbed a T-shirt from his floor pile.

He cringed as his brain calculated the few hours of sleep he would be getting again.

The next day at school turned out to be so much worse. First, Peter was late to his first class due to him sleeping through his many alarms he set for that morning. Next, he ended up forgetting his lunch—and even emergency lunch money—from rushing to get ready earlier. And then, as if that wasn’t enough to put him in a bad mood, he completely forgot about his lab report.

His stomach churned as he heard the teacher announce for everyone to hand in their reports to the front.

“Peter?” The voice of his best friend made him whip around.

“What is it, Ned?”

“What’s up with you?” Ned asked in a hushed whisper. “You look like you haven’t slept in a month, and you’re acting way jittery than normal.” Ned’s eyes widened. “Is it the spider sense?! Is there danger somewhere right now? Do you need me to come up with an excuse so you can get out of here?”

Peter could barely register his friend’s overlapping questions. “No, Ned, I don’t need anything. And it’s not that. I just…” he sighed, burying his face into his sweater covered arms. “Trouble in the neighborhood late at night, and I completely forgot to finish my lab report.”

“What?!” Ned whisper-shouted. “Y’know normally I’d scold you like your aunt does, but you look like you’ve been through enough already.” He put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Need me to make up some excuse? Save your skin at least a little?”

Peter shook his head miserably. “No point. I’m screwed enough as is here. Total failure.”

“Are you su—“

Their conversation was interrupted by the teacher snapping at them. “Parker? Your report, please.”

Uneasiness filled Peter’s stomach again. It felt borderline nauseous. He slowly walked up to the front desk. “I uh…don’t really have it physically with me right now.” He pointed towards his lab table. “I-It’s on my laptop.”

“Trouble printing it out?” The teacher asked.

“Something like that.” Peter could feel his cheeks growing warm.

The teacher sighed with a head shake. “Well then if you email it to me in the next three minutes, I’ll still give you credit. But next time, Peter, make sure you are able to find a reliable printing source ahead of time when you’re printing your reports. Don’t just try to print them last minute, that’s when these incidents happen.”

“Yes, of course.” Peter swallowed dryly as he shuffled back to his table. His fingers trembled as he opened his laptop, the unfinished pages of his lab report staring back at him. It felt like a punch to the gut. Well…something is better than nothing, right?

After school, the poor exhausted teen wanted nothing more than to go home, face plant onto his bed, and hope his mattress would swallow him up.

He was surprised to see a text message from Happy on his phone screen. Meet at the Avenger’s facility right after school. Your ride is waiting for you out front. New missions are heading your way. :) -Happy

New mission? That perked Peter up a little. At least he could forget about school for the weekend. Sulking in his room would have to wait. Right now, he was curious as to what sort of new mission awaited him at the Avengers’ headquarters!

The car trip didn’t take so much time. It did, however, leave the boy to replay the events that had just happened prior. He slumped in his seat. Suddenly, a new mission with the Avengers didn’t seem to excite him anymore.

Why can’t I just be more responsible? Peter bitterly asked himself. The other Avengers are able to juggle their normal lives and jobs and still manage to fight bad guys all without breaking a sweat. Heck, even Mr. Stark can do it. So why can’t I? *sigh* Am I really that bad of a student? What’s my future going to look like if I can’t even make it through high school?

Ugh! Why is your entire self worth and future determined by one stupid grade?!

Upon arrival, Peter didn’t seem as starry-eyed or ecstatic anymore. At least, that was the noticeable vibe Tony Stark noticed with his young mentee. He, in fact, looked in bad shape. Dark rings circled under his eyes, he looked disheveled like he had been sleeping under a bridge the whole week, and he seemed very anxious. Not the typical anxious-excitement Peter normally projected whenever he heard any mention of a potential new mission.

Tony wrapped an arm around the silently depressed teen. “So how goes it, kid? Survived another week of school?”

Peter scoffed. “Just barely.”

“I hear ya. But hey, cheer up. It looks like a certain web-slinging hero will be tagging along on more serious world-saving missions with the rest of us. Now how’s that upgrade for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man?”

The boy merely shrugged. “I guess it could be good for my rep. So long as I don’t screw anything up again.”

“Hey, look. You just made a couple mistakes, underoos. It happens to all of us when we’re starting out as heroes. But this a fresh start; a chance to really show the others and the world that your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man protects more than just the neighborhood and supermarkets. He protects the world, too.” He gave Peter’s shoulder a shake.

“Okay,” Peter said with a small sigh. Oh how he wished he could get back to sulking in his room right about now.

Tony started to grow more worried about his mentee that afternoon. He assumed the kid had a bad day at school or was simply tired after a long week, but this seemed much worse.

Peter didn’t go on mini gush-rants about random things. He didn’t spit out any science jokes or puns. He didn’t even quote any old movies. Peter Parker always quoted his vintage iconic quips and lines. It was like his second vocabulary—first vocabulary being talking in only Star Wars lines.

Something was really wrong. And Stark was not going to wait around any longer to find out.

When Tony finally found Peter, he was sitting upside down from the corner of the ceiling, the hood of his sweater almost covering his face, earbuds in and mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

“Peter?”

Said teen took his earbuds out. His gaze softened when he met eyes with his mentor. “Oh, hey Mr. Stark. What brings you here?”

“That’s just what I want to ask you, kid. What are you doing up there by yourself?”

Peter shrugged. “Bored.”

“Bored?! In the freakin’ Avengers’ facility?”

“Well, sorry. Guess I’m just a little too tired today.”

He’s trying to avoid my question, Tony thought. “A better question would be, why have you been moping around since you got here? Happy even said that you were so quiet in the car ride here. No offense, kid, but you’re never the quiet type. Especially around Happy. So what gives?”

The boy averted his game. “Nothing. It’s nothing. Just tired like I said. Y’know, keeping the neighborhood safe almost every night really drains your energy.”

“Cut the charades, kid,” Tony said firmly. “I wanna know what’s up with you. I’ve known you long enough to know that even with your nighttime gig as Spider-Man, you somehow always have enough energy to set Happy’s blood pressure spiraling, and annoy the rest of the Avengers with your weird vine refreshes and those picture things you call memes.”

Peter averted his gaze. How could he tell his mentor and biggest idol all the crappy events that took place that week? It wasn’t like it was a serious topic. It was just his own failure to be responsible.

“I don’t know,” he answered quietly.”

“Hmm…let me guess. Trouble at school?”

Peter looked up.” Maybe?”

“Alright, give me names here. A description of the punk. Who’s organs do I have to obliterate?”

“What? No, no, no, it’s not like that, Mr. Stark,” Peter quickly objected. “It’s just…rough days at school is all. And my student life.”

“I see. Want to come down from there and talk about it? I’ll have Happy make us some hot chocolate.”

“Alright.”

The warm hot chocolate was very comforting. After the long harsh week of events, a hot comforting drink was just what Peter needed. And it helped ease the hesitance he had earlier so he was able to come clean about what had happened.

“Wow,” Tony said, finally breaking the silence. “It sounds like the week really treated you terribly.”

“Tell me about it.” Peter fixed his gaze on his cup.

“Hey, listen, kid. You just had a bad week. Things will get better. You gotta believe that.”

The teen hero frowned. “How do you know I won’t keep failing? I’ve been screwing up nonstop this entire week. And even when I try to do better, everything always turns out worse. It’s like the universe hates me because I’m Spider-Man.”

Before Tony could respond, Peter kept talking. “And its so dumb, too. This whole situation. I’m sitting here whining about something that could’ve been avoidable if I had been a more responsible student. There’s no one to blame but me. And look at you, Mr. Stark. If you were in my shoes, you wouldn’t be a failing student just because you’re Ironman. I just want to do better, but I don’t feel like I can. And I know the school system doesn’t believe I can either.”

“Hey now, don’t say that,” Tony protested. “You’re a brilliant kid, Peter. Yes, you’re going to hit roadblocks along the way with your full time gig as Spider-Man and as a full time student, but you’re going to be fine. You just need a little encouragement. When you’re out there saving the neighborhood and face-to-face with an enemy that makes you feel like it’s hopeless, I’ve noticed that you never back down. No matter how difficult it is. This right here isn’t any different.

And if the crappy school system that’s been putting too much pressure on their students and treating them like garbage doesn’t believe in you, I do. I believe you can do it, Peter. You’re so much stronger than you think you are.”

Peter almost wanted to tear up at the words his mentor was telling him. Damn, he really was good at this inspirational uplifting speech thing. Maybe even better than Captain America.

He couldn’t stop the tears, though. He had been feeling so emotional this entire week and after hearing Tony freakin’ Stark rant about how he was worth it despite everything he was feeling, Peter really needed to let some tears out.

Seeing the boy’s eyes fill with tears made Tony panic. Had he made the kid feel worse with his words? “Oh god, are you alright? Did i go too far with that?”

Peter let out a breathy laugh. “No, no, you’re good.” He sniffed, and wiped his tears with his sweater sleeve. “Sorry I got emotional back there. Your uplifting speech just got me teary-eyed. Thanks, Mr. Stark. I guess I really needed to hear that.”

Tony gave the teen’s shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Anytime, kiddo. Glad I could help. Now, I do want to help out with your school problem a little so you’re not feeling traumatized Monday morning.”

The boy tilted his head like a curious puppy. “Huh? What do you mean help out?”

“Well I sort of did a little research on what your next assignments for the week are going to be on for your classes. And I took the liberty to have FRIDAY complete next week’s assignments so you’ll have the entire week off to not worry about your homework.”

“You…wait, are you saying that you had FRIDAY hack into my teachers’ lesson plans and did all my homework for me?!”

Tony nodded, stirring his half drunk mug with a spoon. “Yup. Your homework’s done with all the right answers so it’ll guarantee to bring your grades back up to an A+.” He paused. “Well, an A- to make it seem like you did it.”

Peter didn’t know if he should feel grateful or disbelief. “I-I…thank you? I guess?”

Tony smirked. “What, that’s it? I do you a favor here so you can have the week off. You can have more time to focus on your web-slinging career, or use the extra time to take a nap in home room, or stare at girls more between classes.”

Peter blushed at that last comment. “Okay, fine. Thank you, Mr. Stark. I really appreciate it.” For the first time that week, Peter smiled. A genuine warm smile. Then his face melted to concern. “Wait…do you think that it’s cheating?”

“Uhh….nah,” Tony assured him with a wave of his hand. “Hey, as long as it gets you the grades you deserve. Besides, you aren’t even going to use 90% of the crap they teach you in school. You’re gonna forget it immediately anyways.”

Peter giggled, covering his mouth with his sleeve. “Oh my god, Mr. Stark. You’re just as a bad influence as May.”

“Good! Maybe you can learn something here about all the shortcuts and loopholes to high school.”

“There are noho loopholes or shortcuhuhuts to high school!”

“Hell yeah there are! How do you think I got to where I am today?” Tony gestured to himself. “You think all of this happened by being a full time student? No way. High school did nothing to help me be who I am today. All it did was give me anxiety, student debt, and unrealistic expectations on what I needed to thrive in the real world. Oh yeah, high school teaches you nothing on how to adult or pay your bills. But hey, at least they teach you that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell, right?”

Peter could not stop his giggles anymore. His giggles turned to laughter, and even while trying to muffle them through his sleeves, Tony could see the corner of his smile and the blush that dusted his cheeks.

It was always so easy to make the kid laugh, and Tony always liked to take advantage of it every time.

“Y-You’re terrihihible, Mr. Stark!” Peter said through his bright laughter. “A bahahad influence! Y-You’re even worse thahahn Loki!”

“Excuuuuse me?!” Tony pretended to be offended. He sat up, scraping the chair back, which made Peter’s eyes widen in alarm.

“Wait, no!” Peter surprised Tony by flipping onto the ceiling. “Don’t—Don’t tickle me, Mr. Stark!” Peter had had enough recent experience knowing what that look meant every time Tony got up from his seat. Having his own mentor know of his one dreaded weakness—the fact that he was insanely ticklish—and using that to mess with him anytime he got depressed or a little too snarky always flustered him to bits.

Tony grinned up at the spider teen on the ceiling. “Huh? Tickle you? Now why on earth would I do that? Oh right, because your ticklishness got dialed up to eleven from the spider bite. Isn’t that what you told me?”

Peter’s blush darkened. “S-Stop saying that so casually! I now what you’re up to!”

“Hey, I’m not up to anything. And honestly, I wasn’t going to tickle you.” A sinister smirk spread across his mentor’s face. “But since that was the first thought that crossed your mind…”

Peter’s tummy did fluttery flip flops. “Oh c’mon!! Mr. Stark nohoho! Dohohon’t you dare!”

“Too late. FRIDAY, a little help?”

“Yep. On it.”

The poor flustered teen squealed in alarm as one of Tony’s Ironman suits came flying over to him, trying to pry him off the ceiling. It was surprisingly easy, as Peter was already too giggly and flustered to concentrate on his sticking to the ceiling.

With Peter off the ceiling, he was dumped ungracefully onto the floor in front of Tony where the Iron suit immediately grabbed and pinned the kid’s wrists above his head.

“What the—FRIDAY you traitohohor!” Peter squawked. He pulled on his wrists, internally pouting that his spider strength wasn’t working in that moment.

“Hey now, don’t you insult FRIDAY,” Tony playfully scolded with a poke to the boy’s stomach. Peter squeaked at the touch. “We’re just here to help you out. I know how rough it’s been with school lately, and I don’t want to lose my underoos just because of that. You’ve been real upset ever since you got here and I know you’ve been upset all week. So no more of that now. You should know the Avengers’ facility is a no-sadness zone!”

And with that said, Tony right away scribbled both hands into his kid’s belly, making Peter screech.

“EeeAAAHAAaahahaaa! HeHEHE—Heyyyy! No faHAHAhahair!” Peter thrashed and kicked, instinctively trying to pull his arms down to no avail. “Mr. Stahahark! Nohoho pleasHEEAheeheehease!”

“Sorry, no can do, kiddo,” Tony casually answered over his mentee’s squeaky laughter. “I haven’t seen my underoos’ favorite smile in forever so I’m making up for lost time!”

“B-But nohohot like tha—HAAAHA! Heheheyyy!” Peter arched his back as Tony’s fingers crept up to his ribs. His blush now spread to the tips of his ears. He was cursing internally at how his Spidey strength was suddenly no longer there as he was laughing like a maniac.

Any other intense situation, Spider-Man would be able to easily get himself out of, but this was different. The ticklish sensations buzzing throughout his nervous system plus all his laughing was sapping any strength he had left, including his spider strength.

As Tony let his fingers inch closer to the teen’s underarms, he was playfully shocked when Peter tried to bite him. He pulled his hands back with a gasp.

“Whoa! What the heck was that?! What are you, a biting tarantula now?”

“You were getting too close to my armpits!” Peter shot back.

���Ohhhh I see.” Tony flashed him an evil grin that reminded Peter of that creepy, murderous knife-hiding doll from that 80s movie that always came back from the dead. “That’s your death spot, isn’t it?”

Peter shifted uncomfortably, his blush darkening. “N-No..?”

“Wrong answer.”

“AAAAAAHHERRHWHRHFEAAHAAAAAHAAAHA!! No Mr. Stahahahark!! NAAAHAHAHAO!!” Peter squirmed like a fish out of water, his body instinctively trying to twist away from Tony’s evil scribbling fingers. But no matter which way he turned, it didn’t help much. Tony’s fingers seemed glued to his hollows.

“EEEEAAAAHEHEEHHAAAA!! M-MR STAHAHARK!! IT…IHIHIT REALLY TIHIHAHAHA TIHIHICKLES BAAAAHAHAHD!!”

“That’s the point, kiddo! It’s more—whoa! You are just extra kicky today, aren’t you? FRIDAY, a little help here?”

“NOOOHOHOHO!”

Tony and FRIDAY had switched places; FRIDAY grabbing ahold of Peter’s flailing legs while Tony grabbed the boy’s wrists in one hand. Even as the two switched places, Tony couldn’t help but notice how Peter wasn’t putting up a fight to get away. He could’ve easily gotten up and bolted the second they let go of his limbs, or curl up with his arms wrapped around his torso so they couldn’t bring his arms up anymore, but he just laid there with a silly smile and blushy cheeks. Almost as if he secretly wanted this to keep going.

Tony had to ask the billion dollar question. “Y’know Pete, despite all your complaints, you’re not even putting up a fight to stop me or FRIDAY. Could it be because…you actually like this? You like getting tickled?”

Peter fell silent. He looked anywhere but his mentor’s eyes. He opened his mouth to answer but all that came out was stutters and keyboard smashes.

Tony raised an eyebrow. “Really? Look, I’m barely holding down your arms here and you’re not even trying to get away!” Peter’s face felt like was on fire now. “You know you can easily break out of my grip—even FRIDAY’s—and hightail it outta here, buuuut…I’m starting to think you don’t want to. Am I right or what?”

“I-I…” was all that came out of Peter’s mouth. Finally, he sighed and locked eyes with his mentor. His flustered, trembling lip suddenly curled into a crap-eating grin. With a defiant smirk, Peter stuck his tongue out. “Bite me, old man!”

Tony’s mouth formed a perfect O. Oh the kid was so asking for it! Recovering in a millisecond, Tony cracked his knuckled for dramatic effect. “That’s it! You’re finished, kid! You know I’m sensitive about my age!”

Peter actually had the nerve to stick his tongue out at him again.

Okay, so maybe truthfully he didn’t want this playful attack to cease. It was a great stress reliever after the rough week he endured. And if Peter wanted to dig a little deeper into it, while he was being tickled to pieces and screeching at frequencies only dogs should hear, he couldn’t think of all the bad things that had happened—his lab report incident, academic pressure, or even any general insecurities he had as Peter Parker and Spider-Man.

All he could think about in the heat of the moment was the playful ticklish feeling, the waves of dopamine, and the pure fun bonding vibe. So despite all the squealing and squirming, Peter was genuinely having fun. He’d be bummed if Tony stopped so soon. So he had to provoke his mentor some more to keep the fun going.

And that’s just what he did.

Oh, but if only FRIDAY hadn’t been traitorous enough to actually look up other sorts of tickling methods and suggest them to Tony to use against Peter.

“W-Wait! Wahahahit!! NonononoAAAAAAHAHAHEEHEHAHAAAA!! EEEEEHHAAAHAEHE!! THAT FEEHEEHEEHEELS AHAHA—AWFUFUFUL!! *snort* NAAAAAAHEHEAAHAAAAHAHAAA!!”

“Did you just snort, kid?!”

“N-Nohoho!! Shuhuhut uhuhup!! AAAAH! Waitwaitwait!! I tahahahake it baHAAAAAAHAHAAAAA!!”

Better hope that none of the Avengers nor his enemies finds out about Spider-Man’s adorable little weakness.

[timperi-fan]

The next chapter of "If Love Is The Answer, You're Home" is slowly but surely coming along. It went through quite a few rewrites and scraped ideas, but it's about ¾ of the way done now and it's going to probably be about 5k words.

For now, here's a snippet for y'all to get hyped!

“Shit, shit, shit!” Timmy muttered as he hurriedly shoved dirty clothes under throw pillows. 

Tonight was his first date with Peri, and he didn’t exactly want the other man to see how he lived. It’s not like Timmy was planning to invite Peri in — he didn’t have a chance of getting that lucky tonight — so as long as the filth and grime was out of sight, Timmy figured it would be fine.

Once the dirty laundry was properly out of sight, Timmy moved on to the stacks of papers on his coffee table. He scooped them into his arms haphazardly, causing half of them to spill onto the floor. Timmy sighed and bent down to collect the wrinkled papers. It was quick work until he noticed how many of them were bills... And how many more of them were job rejection letters. And how most of them were about his failed comic pitches. 

His kitchen counter was clear, surprisingly, so he decided to stash his tower of rejection there for the night. Like most everything else, Timmy would deal with that tomorrow.

Tonight was about Peri.

“When was the last time I had a date?” Timmy chuckled and leaned against the sink. “Like, a real date?” He stopped, noting how high the stack of dishes in the sink had gotten. “Speaking of last times…” Timmy murmured, running a hand through his hair. 

The rest of his apartment was no better. Timmy had to admit it, he was a bit of a slob. That had always been the case. From the ages of about eleven to eighteen, however, he had… something that motivated him to clean up after himself. Not that he could remember what it was. 

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. “I’ll… I’ll clean the place this week! No problem-o! I’m just a little behind on my spring-cleaning, that’s all.” Timmy tried to reassure himself, but a nagging feeling of guilt tugged at his mind. He tapped his fingers against the counter top. “Maybe I’ll download one of those—” He scratched his head, trying to think of the word. “…Organizer apps. That might help.” Timmy took a deep breath and let his head fall back. “It’s gonna be okay, Turner. You’ve got a date with the hottest, funniest, nicest guy on the planet. Things are already starting to look up,” he reassured himself. 

And speak of the devil, no sooner had he lapsed back into silence than Timmy heard a knock on his front door. A grin inched its way across his face. 

He practically skipped over to the front door. Out of habit, Timmy peered through the peephole. Seeing Peri standing there on his doorstep made his heart soar. 

There was a mirror hanging over the little table where Timmy kept his keys and his wallet. He gazed at his reflection, appraising his appearance. His hair was suitably messy, his sweater wasn't stained, and his grin was anxious, but also excited. Timmy was so, so excited.

He rolled his neck and shook out his limbs. “Let’s do this,” he muttered, and Timmy opened the door.

[whatsaninterestingplacethisis]

Clingy

Imagine

Nico Hischier x Latina!Reader

Synop: Nico comes home after rough practice, all he wants is to do is never leave your side, literally

a/n: great amount of cheese 🧀 (fluff) + moody Nico + it kills me to use pet-names but it seems fitting for the story + Google translate for German (also I’m aware Swiss german is different but to make translations easier we are going to disregard the inaccuracies)

This one makes me cringe but maybe people will like it

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Y/n was almost done with dinner, just in time as Nico gets home. His hockey bag makes a loud thump as it hits the ground.

“Nico is that you?” Y/n asked but it was obvious that it was her man.

He didn’t answer, in fact he would always announce his presence but he was silent. He walks around the corner to enter the kitchen. He eyes his girl and shuffles over to wrap his arms around her waist and hug her.

“Hi” he mumbles into her neck.

“Hi baby” she smiles, Nico being affectionate was to die for, every time.

“Dinner will be done soon.”

“I’m not hungry.” He mumbles again.

“Really? What did you eat?”

He didn’t say anything and buried his head more into her neck.

“Right, that’s what I thought” she laughs

“Cmon baby, I have to finish here and if you shower now the food will be ready.” His beard tickling her neck made her shift under his touch.

He groaned if not whined, “what if you join me in the shower?” He picked his up and looked over her with a smirk.

“Nico, I’m busy and hungry so no.” She stated.

His grip went limp and a dramatic sigh was to be heard.

“I guess you don’t love me.” he slowly shuffles out of the kitchen. He was obviously joking but being a big baby.

Y/n snaps her head at the man child, “is there something wrong?”

He just shrugs with his hands in his hoodie’s pockets.

Y/n examines her boyfriend in concern but also thinks ‘is he serious?’ She turns the burner to low and walks to her man and wraps her arms around his waist and looks up to him.

“How was practice?” She asks softly, examining his eyes.

“I played like shit.” He said defeated with his eyes closed

“Neeks it’s only practice. You know you get better every time you practice.” Y/n tried to comfort the tall man.

“I guess.” He leans down to fully hug y/n because he much craved for it.

She hums in his warmth,

“Baby you’ll feel a lot better if you take a hot shower and have a plate of hot food waiting for you.”

“I only want you right now.”

Gosh he was making this hard. Y/n pulled away to look at him and pulled his back in for a slow kiss.

“I’ll be here after your shower and after you eat.”

“More kisses after too?”

“Always.”

He goes in for what was meant to be a chaste kiss but slowly turns into a quick make out.

“Okay! Go shower, you’re going to burn the food!”

He giggles and finally heads to the bathroom.

~~~

Like promised y/n had his and hers plate ready in no time. She sat in her seat, scrolling on her phone waiting for Nico to join her. Nico with damp hair stepped out the bedroom and promptly sat next to her. He leans over to kiss her,

“Thank you baby”

Before he starts digging in he notices his love’s seat a bit too far away for his liking and with ease slides her chair over closer to him.

“Wow.” She says and he just grins at her like a big goof. Soon enough they fill their bellies with deliciousness.

“Okay now let’s cuddle.” He demands as he picks y/n up and they plop onto the couch.

She shrieks, “Nico we still have to clean up!”

“Nuh-uh, that can wait and you promised.”

Nico is usually the big spoon / the one being snuggled into but he needed the affection tonight so he snuggled into y/n torso and placed her hand on his head to play with his hair. Something he always loved.

“Ich liebe dich.” he says against her body. She recognizes the German because he says it all the time.

“Te amo querido.” He smiles because she says it all the time too.

[bellsluvschrissturn]

The Face

Matt sturniolo x tutor reader

Warning: fem rec!v3 use of babe, baby mama ect, soft dom!Matt cumming in pants

Author note: idk how I feel about this one what's good sluts don't read if you are not into it, don’t bitch and complain if you don’t like shit like this grown the fuck up, anyways enjoy bitches I would say MDNI but you little shits won’t listen to me so fuck it. I'm dyslexic don’t come for me if sum not spelled right

7:15 am Y/n pov:

I'm walking to the office 10 minutes into class, I finally make it to the office and I sit in the tutor office with the lady Ms.Carnel the lady who assigns me the kid I need to tutor “ Hello Ms.Carnel is everything alright?” I ask “yes hun everything is just fine i just am assigning you a new student to tutor” “ oh okay who is it?’ I asked,KNOCK KNOCK “ Is this ms.Carnels office?” i hear a snobby voice say i swing my head around to see who it is i don't know him i think to myself “ Hello Mr.Matthew this is your tutor Ms.Y/N Y/L/N” “nice to meet you” i say to matt with a little wave he just nods his head with a snobby looking face “ ok well i'll let you guys talk i’ll leave you guys come up with a plan” “ ok wanna sit?” I ask “ nah i’m fine” “ okay if you're not gonna want this don’t get help” i snap “what?” he asks don’t act dumb matth- call me matt he says okay ‘Matt’ im not helping you sorry” “please please help me i need help if i don’t i’m not gonna graduate with my brothers please i’ll pay you” seeing as your living alone in an apartment you need the money “ fine but change your attitude and The face” “fine” he say “ ok seeing the help you need we will meet…. In the library for lunch on Tuesdays and fridays….. At one of our houses wednesdays and thursdays and i see you play lacrosse so practice is on mondays we won’t meet on mondays if you need any help when i'm not around here's my number ****-****-**** Whose house will we meet at?” “ mine on thursdays'' he says “ why on thursdays?” ? cause my my brothers have friends over every wednesdays and I won’t be able to concentrate” “ oh ok perfect” “see you tonight then seeing as its wednesday i'll text you the address”

2:02 pm Y/n pov:

I just got out of school and I have to get home shower clean and I don’t even know when he's coming over perfect, i just got home and i’m rushing the cleaning I swept and swiftered (it's like a mop) know i’m making cookies while i hop in the shower real quick because at this point i’m sweating I totally forgot about matt my music playing washing my body when the bell rings for like the 7th time probably “oh shit” i rush out the shower in my towel i open the door and run to the oven “ sorry sorry I totally forgot i got in the shower and sorry” i say still bent down trying to get the cookies out without burning myself not remembering i'm in a pretty short towel “ c- can you maybe n-not bend down in the towel?” “ what? Oh my god im sorry” no no its ok i didn't see anything just your upper thigh”

2:45 pm Matt’s pov:

That is a damn lie I saw everything I just didn't want to make her uncomfortable she is so pretty her tits almost popping out her pretty pretty pussy omg i”m bricked up asf

2:59 pm Y/n pov:

Fuck he saw everthing I know he saw everything he”s hard I can’t believe my dumb ass “ ok ready to start?” “ your gonna b-be in the towel?” he gulps “ oh no let me go change you can wait in my room” i go to my closet and put my thong and lacey bra on with a pair of short spiderman shorts and a black undershirt thats holds my tits well “ i’m back” you say sitting on the bed “ ok” he says looking at your tits

2 hours gone by

“ ok we're done for the day” “ ok so i can give you your payment?” he says with a smirk “ yup” you say as you stick your hand out expecting money instead he kisses your neck hu- uhhh you moan as he finds your sweet spot “omg” you moan he pushes you back on the bed as he kisses down your neck down your chest as you start taking off your shirt revealing your navy blue lace bra with a white trim border before he unclips it he looks up for permission “please” you beg “ its ok baby i'm gonna make you cum don't worry” he yanks your thong and shorts and starts to work his mouth ( lay your body down on that fucking couch open up your legs ima work ma mouth) holy- shit matt just like that omg omg matt-..... Omg omg im cumming matt omg "" let it out mama let it all out "" omg that was the best head i've ever gotten ""I think i just nutted in my pants” matt says “omg really?” “ ya your foot was putting pressure” “ sorry” “ no don’t be it was hot but let me clean you up he says walking away and you here the water running “i known we didnt fuck but your still filled with cum” “ i know its ok we can cuddle after” “ ok”

THE END

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