#he saw me and went “alright lil guy wanna get high together?” and handed me over a philosophy book rec on the end of the first class

[depressedtheatrekiddo]

My philosophy teacher saying "Anarchism is just an utopia" and me answering "Skill issue" was not on my bingo card of this year.

[takamishinko]

hey its me again, feel free to do other requests if you have them but id like to ask if could you do a nsfw part 2 to denkis “your scars are beautiful”. or really just a denki x m reader nsfw scenario/smutshot (?) thing if you dont feel like continuing it, thank you in advance :D

first time writing smut ahaha this was fun to write

charging...

pronouns: he/him

warnings: nsfw, swallowing, no protection

a/n: we could've finished this wqy earlier but we can't take anything seriously and fucked around for like a good hour laughing our asses off lol

e/n (editors note): wap wap wap wap wap 😹

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you and denki just finished having dinner at a restaurant with the rest of the bakusquad. it was a pretty nice hangout thing you guys did often. every friday you guys would go to a specific place mina introduced to everyone and you all ended up loving the place. they had food that catered to everyone's taste, even bakugou’s hard to satisfy palette. 

you and the squad headed back to the dorms together, it was no secret that you and denki shared the same room since you two were dating so everyone else went back to their own rooms while you and denki headed back together. denki flopped onto the bed you both shared the second he opened the door, not before taking off his shoes of course.

denki sighed with content, "ahhh~ that place is good as always, it never fails to disappoint me with the burgers, i could eat them all day i swear!" he exclaimed happily. you chuckled at his cute antics.

"oh! we also don't have school tomorrow, woohoo!" denki finished as he stretched his arms out.

you weren't really bothered by denki's rambles since you knew he was the talkative type and tended to go on rambles a lot. but this time wasn't like the usual… it was almost like he was trying to hint to you something. 

you knew exactly what denki was up to. telling you the room was kind of hot, unbuttoning his shirt just enough so that you can see his pecs. while denki's body wasn't as buff as shoji’s or bakugou’s but it was still pretty well built even being on the lean side. you would also be a big ass liar if you said you weren't turned on by his actions. of course your boyfriend teasing you would turn you on.

though you knew what he was trying to do you kept up your clueless act because it was fun for you to tease him back a little. you were having your amusement playing innocent in front of him until the blonde male suddenly grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you down onto the bed. 

“heh, playing innocent on me huh? c’mon baby~ i know you want all this.” he said as he unbuttoned his shirt completely and took it off. his abs and pecs were irresistible and the proof was the hard on you had in your pants, you knew it well and so did denki. 

“i have no idea what you’re talking about babe~” you teased back, a playful grin forming at the corner of your lips.��

“fine! i guess i’ll have to show you with actions then.” 

your boyfriend’s lips pressed onto yours without any hesitation, his tongue immediately slipping into your mouth, who were you to resist him? the kiss he gave was sloppy but you didn’t mind it a single bit, it was actually quite arousing to you and you enjoyed it. of course you couldn’t let your boyfriend have all the fun so you put a little force into the kiss too instead of just letting his tongue swirl around in your mouth. the kiss between you broke after a minute or so, both of your faces red. you looked down and saw a bulge in denki’s sweatpants.

you licked your lips, “c’mon, take them off big guy~ you’re suffering in those.” you giggled with a licentious look gracing your features.

“with pleasure baby.” denki replied, nothing but pure lust dripping from each word.

you already seen denki’s cock before but something about the outline of it on his comical lightning patterned boxers turned you on to the max. without second thoughts you started to lick your boyfriend’s cock through his boxers, teasing him while you’re at it.

“why don’t you play with what’s under it instead?” he groaned out at the sight of you. god you turned him on so much.

you didn’t reply and pulled down his yellow boxers instead. his cock sprung out with excitement. denki was probably not the biggest, but it was definitely above average and enough to satisfy every last one of your needs. you wrapped your lips around his cock and started going further down inch by inch, using your tongue to lap at it as well. denki’s face contorted into pleasure. wanton moans inevitably escaped his mouth and they were like music to your ears. this egged you on and you hollowed out your cheeks as he fucked your mouth.

“oh fuck! y/n i’m getting close, ah- cumming!” he whined loudly.

without leaving his dick you swallowed every last drop of cum from you received from him. you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out to show him you enjoyed it, as if you were telling him “thank you for the meal.”

“that felt so fucking good baby… i want more, can i put it in?” he asked, feeling a bit impatient.

“you’re insatiable,” you chucked out, he rolled his eyes in response “but of course you can~” 

as soon as denki heard your answer he practically jumped on you to pull down your pants and your boxers together leaving your ass and cock exposed to him. you flushed at his rushed movements.

 “denki-”

he cut you off, “you’re so fucking hot baby, i wanna fuck you so bad.” denki spoke with desire while looking at your lower half.

your boyfriend couldn’t wait any longer so he grabbed the lube that was sitting in his nightstand and spread some on his finger

“just relax alright?” he murmured as he spread a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and started to loosen you up. he started with one and eventually added two more fingers. you jolted a little as your entrance was explored but once denki had hit a certain spot your eyes rolled back of your head, your back arched and you let out a whine.

“o-oh fuck! denki!” you gasped out, your hips jerking upwards as he continued to abuse your prostate. tears formed at your eyes, you felt like you were melting, his fingers felt so good. 

your mewls shot straight down to his cock, “feels good huh?” he leaned down, whispering into your ear before nipping on it. you couldn’t respond to his sultry tone, you were so out of it. god you needed more.

"denki just put it in already..! i can't help it anymore. i need your cock." you mewled weakly, your voice hoarse. 

"alright~ don't blame me if i go a lil' too hard on ya now." denki grinned as he shoved his dick straight into your hole, hitting your prostate immediately. you let out a loud moan as he immediately thrusts at a fast pace.

you gasped and whimpered out, “a-ah! denki! slow down a little… too fast.” you couldn’t keep up with his pace. 

“can’t handle it babe? i’ll slow down for you then.” denki replies with a smirk. he didn’t want to hurt you.

denki then continued to make slow yet deep thrusts into your ass. they didn’t hurt like the first time you guys did but rather euphoric. his cock was hitting a spot that your fingers or toys could’ve never reached, a whole new level of pleasure. even though this wasn’t your first time it felt so good having your boyfriend inside you again, he never fails to disappoint you in the bedroom. 

“nggh, your ass feels so fucking good. you take my cock so well baby boy.” denki moaned. 

“y-your cock feels so good denki..!” you replied, a trail drool indecently leaving your mouth, mixing on the sheets with the salty tears that fell from your eyes.

he then again pressed his lips onto yours and invaded your mouth with his tongue. it almost felt like heaven, making out with your boyfriends passionately while his big cock hit your prostate over and over again. the pleasure made you lose yourself and you didn’t even notice that you were getting close, and with denki picking up the rhythm of his thrusts, you could tell he was close too. 

“d-denki! i’m gonna cum-“ you moan out loudly in a high pitched tone.

denki groans at the feeling of your walls tightening around his dick. “me too baby- let’s come together..!” 

and just before he could finish his sentence both of you reached your climax and both of you moaned out in shameless pleasure. the two of you stared at each other and tried to regulate your breaths.

“you felt amazing baby...” denki spoke with affection while holding your cheek with his right hand. 

“you felt really good too denki...” you reply as you did the same with your left hand.

the two of you shared a quick kiss before giggling. the two of you were fatigued after your activities, both of you quickly took a shower together and got into bed. both of you fell asleep while cuddling each other on the bed.

[biggest-stupidhead]

more modern au levi x reader!! is it okay where reader makes petra jealous???

Just a reminder: WE DO NOT CONDONE PETRA SLANDER IN THIS HOUSE!!!

with that said, I will write this heavily focused on Petra to make it a lil angsty, hope you enjoy!

Summary: Petra watches her ex fall for another

Word Count: 1.7K

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It had been two long years since Petra and Levi ended things. It wasn’t messy but it was painful, she had seen it coming from a mile away. He had grown just as distant as he had been when they first met. Staying late at work, texting her dryly, and using terrible excuses. Although she had known it was coming, she still was a wreck when he actually ended things. She spent the months following the break up drinking wine and crashing at Oluo’s place regularly. After two years she was finally feeling better, dare she say, ready to get back into the dating scene? Or at least that’s what she thought, she was scrolling through her instagram feed when she stumbled across Hange’s page. It was someone’s birthday, someone she wasn’t familiar with. 

A woman with bight eyes and an even brighter smile was in the center of the group photo. On her right was Levi, who had an arm thrown casually over her shoulder, the faintest trace of a smile on his lips. Petra pinched the screen to zoom into Levi’s side, where she saw a feminine hand on his waist. She stared stupidly at the image. She shouldn’t feel jealous, she had no right. It had been two long years since the break up. But the picture only dredged up old memories of times when she would hold Levi that same way. When that smile was directed to her. She then turned her attention to the caption, which read: 

Happy Birthday (Y/n)! 24 never looked so good!

She then scrolled through the comments, many of them consisted of birthday wishes and support. She lost interest when she didn’t see Levi’s username and instead went back to the collection of photos, three of them in all. The group one that she assumed had just been taken, the second one was a picture of Hange and you on the beach, Petra felt a involuntary wave of self consciousness wash over her at the site of you in a swim suite. The final picture was the one that hurt the most though, it seemed to be a very old picture of you, maybe from your early years in college? You were sitting on a couch with younger versions of Hange, Erwin, Levi, and Moblit. Levi’s arm was casually thrown over your shoulders. Why had he never mentioned you before? Were you the reason that they broke up? No Levi had assured her that it wasn’t like that, said he wasn’t seeing anyone else. She tried to stop herself from going down that rabbit hole, but she couldn’t seem to. Before she really knew what she was doing, she had clicked on your profile which she was almost disappointed to find as public. This meant that there was nothing stopping her from judging every perfect image that was posted, and to her pleasant surprise, there was only one photo of you and Levi. The photo was posted the week prior, the two of you were hiking in the mountains, the dusty trial behind you. Your face was flushed from the exertion of the climb, Levi seemed cool as a cucumber, his face blank and void of emotion. She scrolled through the post and found a video, the sound of your shoes crunching and Levi talking behind you were clear as day. 

“I mean come on, who uses fucking Lipton? Have some god damn class.” Levi spat, as you snorted in amusement. Petra found herself chuckling along with you at Levi’s little rant. She felt a rogue tear slide down her cheek when you showed the phone to Levi, who’s face fell from being mildly animated to apathetic once more. You cackled as he swiped the phone and the video ended abruptly. It was so innocent, it was clear from the rest of your page that you were a private person, much like Levi. With little indication that you were dating him, it left her wanting to know more. More about the girl that had taken her place, had managed to worm her way into Levi’s heart of stone and make herself comfortable. As soon as these thoughts crowded into her head, she deleted instagram all together and powered her phone down, determined to wipe her memory of the images she had seen. 

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The music was a nice distraction from the awkwardness that hung in the air. You had arrived uncharacteristically early to Hange’s party, and consequently meeting a whole group of people that you had never met before. The new people were about your age, three young men and one stunning young woman. It was early fall and Hange’s annual bonfire bash as you all had dubbed the event. Basically you lit a massive fire, when you were younger it was your past assignments from your pervious school year, then it became just regular old wood. You tapped your finger against the cool beer bottle as you leaned up against the counter, the men were laughing obnoxiously as they dropped the alcohol that they’d brought into one of the many coolers. The woman was looking at you almost nervously, she seemed extremely on edge, shifting her weight back and forth, eyes wandering around the room in a jittery manner. You frowned, wondering what was bothering her, but ultimately deciding that it was not really your business. Erwin shimmied behind you, his hands on your shoulders as he slide past you into the kitchen. You caught his arm, clinging to his familiar presence. 

“Erwin.” you hissed as he stooped to reach your level. 

“Who are these people?” you asked as you held his bicep firmly in your grasp. He pulled away and looked at you with a confused expression. 

“You mean Levi didn’t tell you?” He said slowly, clearly he was unsure if it was his place to speak on the relationship between Levi and these people. 

“No....” You said carefully, not wanting to make Erwin uncomfortable. 

“Oh well they used to work in the same department before Levi switched.” He said, he looked over to the men and motioned for them to come over, they ambled over with curious expressions. 

“What’s up Erwin?” the dark haired man asked as he looked between the two of you. 

“Just thought I’d ought to introduce you to (Y/n) here, she’s an old friend of ours from high school.” Erwin explained, his hand still comfortingly placed on your mid back. You waved shyly and smiled at all of them, including the girl. 

“Pleasure to meet you.” The blonde with a ponytail said, outstretching his hand to shake yours. 

“I’m Eld, this is Gunther, Oluo, and that fine young lady over there is Petra.” He said, pointing at all of them respectively. 

“It’s so nice to meet you guys!” you said sweetly as you struck up a conversation with Oluo about what they thought about the department that they worked in. It didn’t go unnoticed that Petra remained nearly silent, her amber eyes wide and a bit fearful. When the interns arrived, the men were quick to go help them carry in the alcohol that they brought, leaving you and Petra alone in the kitchen. You cocked your head at her as you poured some pretzels into a large bowl. The warm glow of the setting sun cast a halo over her head and you couldn’t help but voice your admiration for her. 

“You’re really pretty.” you gushed as she blushed at your words and turned to look at you with wide eyes. 

“So are you...” She returned the compliment and you smiled, feeling more at ease now that the two of you were alone. 

“So how long have you known Hange?” You asked conversationally as you crumpled up the bag and tossed it into the trash. 

“Hm let’s see...about four years now?” She responded with a bit of a wistful tone. 

“Really? I’m surprised we haven’t met sooner!” you chuckled as the two of you opened a bottle of wine and poured it into two large glasses. The two of you strolled out into the bark yard, where Hange and Moblit were chucking large pallets of wood onto the fire pit. You and Petra sat down in two lawn chairs watching as Hange and Moblit bickered over if it was safe enough to light the fire with gasoline. 

“I am too, you seem....like a really nice girl.” Petra said a bit downcast as she looked deeply into her wine. 

“So do you! We should grab breakfast ooo or maybe even brunch sometime!” You said excitedly and Petra sat there in awe, wondering if there was even a mean bone in your body. Or if you had any clue that she had dated Levi. 

“Yeah...this is kind of random but...are you dating Levi?” She blurted out, her face turning to look at you with a flushed expression. You nodded nonchalantly and took another sip of your wine. 

“Yeah we just started dating about a year ago.” You said with a shrug, Petra inhaled, readying herself for the next words that would either make or break the future relationship between the two of you. 

“Did...you know we dated?” she said, cringing when the words left her mouth. She sounded crazy and she knew it, but she felt obligated to clear the air between you before it got bad. 

“Hm I think he mentioned it once or twice, and Hange told me about you when you first started dating.” You said looking up thoughtfully, your tone held no malice or any sign of ill will. 

“You’re not...” 

“Insecure? Nah, and don’t take that like I’m being cocky! I just mean that...” 

“No, no let’s just not do this. I’m sorry for bringing it up. God I’m such a bitch.” Petra went to stand and you followed her, catching her wrist. 

“It’s alright really, I don’t care about what happened between you and Levi. It’s frankly none of my business, I just...wanna be friends with you.” you smiled at her sheepishly as she looked at you with wide eyes. 

“Oh” She managed to say dumbly. 

“That is if you want to be friends.” You said, letting go of her hand and giving her some space. 

“Yeah...I think that I’d like that very much.” Petra said with a bright smile. 

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In honor of Women’s History month, I couldn’t bare to write something that was a stereotypical jealous ex, so I did the next best thing and wrote this more geared towards the reader and Petra bringing each other up instead of tearing one another down. As someone who was apart of the fandom back in like 2014 I am way too familiar with writers turning Petra into a psycho bitch, and I don’t like that. SO I hope that this is good enough to fit the prompt! 

[drabbles-mc]

Outnumbered

Creeper Vargas x F!Reader

Inspired by Day Nine of the July Prompts: beach

Warnings: language, talk of pregnancy, Creeper being the soft & fun dad that we all know he would be

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: This takes place in my pre-established Dad!Creeper universe. I love this whole family dynamic, which I will refer to as the Wolfpack lmao. If you wanna read more about this lil Vargas Squad check out these fics: X, X

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The kids jumped out of the van and immediately started sprinting towards the water. You laughed, calling after them to be careful and not go up past their knees until you and their father made it town to the shore. All three of them yelled some kind of acknowledgment back to you and all you could do was shake your head with a smile. They’d been waiting so long to come to the beach.

“Need me to carry something, Neron?” you asked, already knowing what his answer was going to be as you rested your hands on your stomach.

He shook his head, “Nah, mama, I got all this shit,” he leaned in, kissing your baby bump and then your lips, “You go ahead and find a spot for us.”

You chuckled, “At least let me take a chair or two. Or the towels. Something, please. You’ve only got two arms, baby.”

He pulled one towel out of one of the beach bags and handed it to you. When he saw the look on your face, he shook his head, adamant about his position, “You’re one over-exertion from having our baby on the beach.”

“Neron, c’mon, don’t be—”

“I’m good,” his smile was so sincere, it still made your whole heart feel full, “Go on. I’ll catch up.”

You smiled, not wanting to push the argument any further. You gave him one more kiss on the lips before thanking him and heading towards the shore. You could hear the laughter of your three children, and your smile grew as you watched the twins chase down their older brother, kicking water at him the entire time.

You laid out your towel to stake a claim on a small stretch of the beach. Looking back over your shoulder, you saw Creeper defying the laws of physics as he somehow managed to get all of the gear down to you in one trip. Cooler, chairs, umbrella and all, nothing got left behind. The laugh that slipped past your lips was involuntary as you watched him drop everything next to the towel you’d laid out.

Stepping over to him, you pulled him into a kiss, “You never cease to impress me.”

Lightly running his hand over your stomach, he smiled, “I should be the one saying that to you.”

Much to your surprise, he let you help him get everything set up. You laid out the towels for the kids and got the chairs set up for yourself and for him. You left him to wrestle with the umbrella—that was always his job whether you were pregnant or not. While he was doing that, you called out to your kids, waving for them to come over to you. They hesitated, not wanting to give up even one minute of being in the water, but when they saw the way you crossed your arms over your chest as you waited, they booked it right over to you.

“Sunscreen first, then you can go back to playing,” you told them as you pulled the bottle out of the bag.

They moaned and groaned, but they let you put it on their backs and faces. They took care of the rest, and you smiled at the little white streaks that were left on their arms and stomachs from their rushed jobs, too eager to get back to the water. The three of them were practically vibrating waiting for you to let them know that it was alright to go. Once you gave them a nod of approval, they were off and running again. You laughed as Brandon scooped up the bucket and shovel as he ran off, the small plastic shovel banging around with every bumpy step that he took across the sand.

“This alright?” Creeper redirected your attention to his umbrella setup.

You smiled, nodding as you saw he made sure your chair was perfectly shaded, “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

“Whatever you need.”

He peeled off his tank top and a smirk instantly found its way onto your face as you watched him toss it to the side. He turned back to face you and when he saw your expression, he immediately chuckled and shook his head. Without even realizing it you found yourself biting down lightly on your bottom lip.

“Don’t be lookin’ at me like that in public, mama,” his smile was contagious.

“Sorry,” you stepped in closer to him, running your hands over the ink that covered his torso, “I can’t help it.”

Before either of you had a chance to say anything else, a shriek came from the edge of the water. Both of you turned to see your son tossing entire buckets of water at his sisters. You both laughed and Creeper gave you a kiss before taking off towards them to try and calm the situation before it got too out of hand.

You slowly and carefully lowered yourself down into your beach chair, keeping your eyes on your family the entire time. As you felt the restless kicking inside your belly, it sank in that the next time all of you came to the beach together, your family was going to be just a little bit larger. You shrugged off your coverup, and even though it was a thin piece of fabric it felt great to go without it, instantly running your hands over the exposed skin of your stomach.

While you were getting out your book and a drink for yourself, Creeper came trudging back up to your designated space. You flicked your eyes up to him, smiling as you saw the water running down the smooth skin of his head.

“I see you got caught in the crossfire,” you said with a laugh.

“Your girls are brutal,” he shook his head with a smile.

“Oh,” you rested your book on your stomach and gave him your full attention, “so now they’re my girls?”

He laughed, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “They’re your beautiful little savages, mama.”

“Mhm,” you chuckled as he opened a bottle of water and took a long drink from it, “I’ll remember that.”

You looked back down to the water and saw the three of them at least getting along now, no doubt plotting something together against their father for when he returned to the danger zone. It was impossible not to smile as the three of them huddled together. Looking over at your husband, you found him with his eyes fixed on you, a soft smile on his face. He twisted the cap back onto his water bottle before tossing it onto his chair.

As he went to take off again, you reached out and grabbed his hand before he could get too far. He whipped back around to you, concern on his face, “Yea, baby?”

You chuckled, motioning for him to come closer, “You gotta put on some sunscreen.”

He shook his head, “I’ll be fine.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you gave a slight shake of your head, “Remember what happened last time you said that? You got all blistered up. C’mon. If I make the kids do it, I gotta make you do it too.”

He knew better than to argue with you, so he let you put a generous amount in his hands while you got up to rub it into his back and on the top of his head. You chuckled when he flinched at the coldness of the lotion. As you took a couple extra moments to really work it into his shoulders, you felt his body relax under your touch, and it brought a smile to your face. He reached back, placing his hand over yours before turning to face you.

“I love you.”

You smiled, nodding, “I love you too.”

“You gotta promise you won’t get mad at me, alright?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, “Mad at you for what?”

The edges of his lips curled into a smirk as he took the leftover lotion on his hands and smeared it in a line down your face with a laugh, leaving a bright white streak behind as he took off running, shouting back to you how beautiful you were and how much he loved you.

You laughed, rolling your eyes as you rested your hands on your stomach, “You’re lucky I’m pregnant and can’t run after you, Neron!” you paused, and after a few seconds you thought better of it, “Alex! Ava! Brandon!” you called out to each of your kids, smiling when they all snapped to attention and looked at you, “See if you guys can dunk your father before we go home today!”

They all let out screams of joy and excitement, smiles taking over their faces as they ran towards their dad. Creeper looked at you, the weight of defeat making his shoulders slump slightly as he accepted his fate. You laughed as you slowly lowered yourself back into your beach chair. Within seconds the twins had attached themselves to Creeper’s legs and Brandon was attempting to climb up onto his father’s back. All four of them were laughing and you were honestly impressed by your husband’s ability to stay upright.

Your son was fully attached to Creeper’s back, legs securely wrapped around the man’s torso and arms looped around his neck. You chuckled as Creeper crouched down, trying with all his might to pry his daughters off of his legs, tucking them under his arms as he made the short walk into the water and dunking them instead of the other way around. Their laughter could be heard all down the coast and it was impossible not to laugh from where you were sitting.

“Your turn, B-Dawg,” he laughed as he reached back and lifted his son off of him, lofting him into the water, the young boy cackling the entire time.

Once the three of them had been sufficiently tossed around, they settled into a calmer activity of building a sandcastle just out of reach of the high tide waves. When they seemed fairly calm, Creeper made his way back up to you. You’d managed to get through some of your book as you watched them, and he smiled as he quickly wiped off some of the water and sand, finding his seat next to you.

“Got your workout for the day?” you looked over at him with a smile.

He chuckled, nodding, “Yea. Can’t believe you sicced my own kids on me, mama. That’s cold.”

“Fair is fair when I can’t chase after you,” you laughed, “Just wait until next year when you’re even more outnumbered.”

His laughter quieted as he glanced down at your stomach, and he gave a satisfied nod, “I can’t wait.”

“You’re gonna run out of arms,” you said with a smile as you reached and entwined your fingers with his.

He laughed, “That’s what I’ve got you for. If we stick together we might almost be able to hold our own.”

“That’s a big maybe.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “Nah,” he lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, “We’ve got this down. We’ll be alright.”

[svnaslove]

cuddles. II

Genre: fluff !! and chaos 😔 !!

Characters: Kishoshita, Narita, Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi

warnings: uhm.. yams’ part is a lil suggestive 😳

#7 | Hisashi Kinoshita | 木下

kinoshita !!

chile let me take a moment to breathe because he’s so underrated but idk how because this man is so pretty !! and kind !! and respectful !!

im about to bark

n e ways

he’s a lil insecure bub🥺

since he sits alot i feel like that did a little something to his confidence :((

but it also made him more aware of his surroundings and he’s very very supportive !!

when you first said you wanted to cuddle he was like

“😳 y-you wanna cuddle?”

kinda scared to at first because he doesn’t know what to do lsjfdls

so you guys started small like just leaning on each other, then laying on each others laps and then full on cuddle sessions <3

he’s so fcking cute !!

if your hair’s long, he ties it up while you’re cuddling so it doesn’t get in the way for you 🥺

if anything he’s trying to make sure you have a good time when cuddling more then himself

#8 | Kazuhito Narita | 成田

cutie !!

again, another v underrated boi, imma cri real quick

he’s literally the cutest ever

he was the first to initiate cuddles and it was so cuteee

he went in to give you a hug while you were standing in the kitchen and he was just like “i miss you :(”

he was touch-starved😭

but then he just...

didn’t let go DSFJLKDS

“kazu, baby, do you want to cuddle?”

HIS EYES LIT UP, HE GOT SO EXCITED

but then he got bashful,,, “if you want to....then i want to too... “

“dummy, i saw how excited you got, let’s go cuddle”

literally happy boi, just trailing after you to the bed to cuddle :))

holds u so tight >.<

but a comfy tight :)

#9 | Tobio Kageyama |影山

my heart goes out to kageyama this absolute baby😭

he’s so awkward because he doesn’t know how to initiate anything and the only thing he’s ever thought about is volleyball

it’s to the point where he has this weird feeling that he just wants to hold you but he doesn’t know how to ask ??

and sometimes he doesn’t know what it is either so he’ll be like, “damn, maybe if i drink some milk, this odd feeling will go away”

spoiler alert: the milk does not help 💔

heart 💔 been broke 📉 so many times ⏰ i don’t know 🤔 what to believe 💯 mama 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 said 🗣 it’s my fault 😢 it’s my fault 🤦🏻‍♀️i wear my heart ❤️ on my sleeve 💪 

so one day you guys are just late night watching tv together and you’re both under the blanket and he’s like “damn, here’s that weird feeling again”

and he just

stares

he just stares at you because he doesn’t know how to ask because he’s scared to feel embarrassed

you feel him looking and you just turn to him like

“😳 hello?”

literally this pretty ass boy is just staring at you and you’re freaking out and he has no self realization and you’re just there, mad blushing

he gets all blushy too and looks away 

SLKDFJLSDJF

“im sorry :(”

then he can’t take it anymore

he stares again 😭

“ 😳 tobio, do you need something?”

“c-can we cuddle?”

THIS CUTIE SLDKFJSDLKF

and you’re like oH, THAT’S WHY HE WAS STARING AT ME LIKE THAT

“yeah, come here”

you hold out your arms and he just goes to your arms

you’ll be laying on your back and he’s laying on your stomach 

and you’ll just play with his hair and hum and he just feels so relaxed and he just takes in your scent and gets smiley sometimes 

and now every time he just stares at you, you know that he wants to cuddle, its just a non-verbal agreement now fldsjsljf

bonus:

this position of cuddling with him was the first time he told you that he loved you 🥺

you were just the only person that could keep him grounded, and when he’s like that with you he just feels so at peace and he just realized out of nowhere that he fell in love with you 🥺

#10 | Hinata Shoyou | 日向

🥺 🥺 🥺  !!!

so baby !!

he can’t stop smiling when you guys are about to cuddle

like his cheeks are hurting !! and he’s still like :DD

like nishinoya, he would tickle you too but it wouldn’t go as far as a tickle fight, just a little something to get you to giggle 

squeals “you’re so cuteeee” ALOT

he will squish your cheeks

honestly, at this point, you guys’ cuddles are more like both of you just laying next to each other really close face to face, some limbs intertwined and just squishing each others cheeks, tickling here and there and just tracing each others features

literally about to cry, the puppy love energy is astronomical 😭

count each others beauty marks, i just feel like that is def something that would happen one day lfkjs

silly faces !!

he compliments you all the time like “you’re so prettyy 🥺” but when you compliment him he’s like

“wait🤚 😳 , u talking about me?? 😳” will blush so hard he will blackout

he’ll have to hide his face into like the crook of your neck because he’s all blushy 

#11 | Kei Tsukishima | 月島

i hate him with so much love

does that make sense

yes, it does.

will tease the HELL out of you when you show that you want to cuddle

gets all smug too😤

but tbh he just does that because he just gets wayyy too excited and his hearts all chaos

it’s his coping mechanism for being a simp 🤡

so he’ll just play with you

“oh? you wanna cuddle? hmm, i don’t know, ask me again in 5 minutes”

MF I SWEAR I WILL CLIMB U

also he gets way into that “hmmm” as if he’s thinking really hard about it SDLKJFSDLK

then you get all pouty and leave and he’s like 

“IM JUST KIDDING JESUS WHERE ARE YOU GOING”

he let his simp side show 😔 r.i.p. ur pride tsukki

and you’re shocked, like where tf did tsukki go?? this ain’t him fkjsd

so you mess with him too

“oh? so you wanna cuddle with me now? hmm, i don’t know, you were kinda mean to me earlier, maybe i’ll just ask tadashi or something.”

you’re literally reaching for your car keys and walking out of your apartment and he just 

*SWOOP*

this tree ass mf swooped you out of the floor over his shoulder earning a loud and embarrassing yelp from you and just carries you to bed

“you’re not going anywhere, don’t be an idiot”

puts you on top of the bed and just lays on top of you to keep you from moving anywhere

“KEI THIS IS NOT COMFORTABLE I CAN’T BREATHE”

“then stop being weird saying you’re going to cuddle other people and cuddle me already dumbass”

gets off and you guys lay comfortably together

“i hate you kei” ~in a playful manner ofc <3

“i know” *gives you a kiss on your forehead* 🥺

#12 | Tadashi Yamaguchi | 山口

i will violently *🥺* for yamaguchi any day, everyday

i love him so much he’s just so 🥺 🥺 !!

ok !!

so cuddling with yamaguchi is the softest experience any human could ever go through

he so soft ???

he’s so sweet ???

he’s so cute ???

he’s so respectful ???

im in love.

will always be asking if somethings okay, if you’re alright, if you’re comfy, if he’s doing anything wrong

but it’s never in an overbearing way, it’s more in a reassuring way !

he was def awkward the first time but he just got more comfy with you over time

but that doesn’t mean he still doesn’t get all blushy and a lil nervous on where to put his hands because he does

he just wants to know if you’re okay, he doesn’t want to accidently make you uncomfortable

but uhm....

one day...

you two were cuddling

and everything was going good, everything was just fine

in fact, he didn’t even need to ask if you were okay or comfy etc,, because he just knows what you like now and he can tell from your body language

but uhm...

you were cuddling, you were the little spoon and he was the big spoon 

and you just wanted to get closer

so you nuzzled back into him 

and he just

froze.

“tadashi? what’s wrong?”

“uhhhh.....”

literally his face is so red 

and then...

u felt it.

you tense up too and you’re face is starting to get red and you’re like 

“uhh.....is ....that...?”

yamaguchi looks like he’s about to cry lsdfkjs

“IM SORRY, I CAN’T CONTROL IT, YOU JSUT FJSDKL YOU BACKED INTO ME AND IT JSUT DID IT IM SORRY”

literally already standing up ready to run out of there

but then 😳

you just grab his wrist n you’re like

“let me help”

his v*rgin brain just short circuits like $(*#$)(#@*#*)$(@#*$)(@#$*

R.I.P. Yamaguchi Tadashi 2020

damn we already lost daichi and now we lost yams too  😔🕊️ fly high

TOBE FLYYYY HIIIIGHHHH ASE TOTHIDONARIDADE

HIKARU SUBASEYO IMA ZENBU ZENBU FLYYYYYYYY

*raw guitar riffs going WIIUM WIIUM WAUUM WAUUM WIIUM*

Part I: Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Ennoshita

Part II: Kinoshita, Narita, Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi

Part III: Kiyoko, Yachi, Ukai Keishin, Takeda

Part IV: Saeko Tanaka, Akiteru Tsukishima, Shimada, Takinoue

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iii. Cola, Lolita Series

My pussy tastes like Pepsi cola. My eyes are wide like cherry pies. I gots a taste for men who are older. It's always been so it's no surprise

Series Masterlist

Pairing: bestfriendsdad!Andy Barber x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, drinking, age gap (22 vs early 40s), oral (male receiving)

Words: 2419

Summary: Y/N calls Andy from the club and gives him a new lease on life.

Andy Barber is enjoying the most mundane adult evening of his life. It’s a Saturday night, the boys had all decided to go on a camping trip, guys only of course. Y/N was nowhere to be found when he got home from the gym, and he honestly enjoyed the thought of having a quiet night to himself.

He had taken a shower and afterwards had cooked himself a meal for one: steak, baked potato, and a salad. He washed it all down with a glass of wine, one of the aged bottles he had kept when Laurie was moving her stuff out. Andy had sat down on the couch, comfortably sprawled out watching some new action film that Jacob had recommended.

Not a thought ran through his mind as he sat and watched the first half of the movie, and honestly it was nice. He was tempted to turn off the movie and call it an early night, his plans interrupted immediately when he felt his phone buzzing in the pocket of his sweats.

He pulled the phone out and stared at the screen, his heart racing in his chest as he looked at the name displayed. “Hello?” He answered on the third ring, holding the phone up to his ear.

“Hi boss-man Andyyyyy.” Y/N sing-songed on the other line, Kendrick Lamar’s ‘Humble’ blaring loudly through the speakers behind her.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Andy questioned; concern laced in his voice.

“M’not.” She giggled, holding her phone out to yell at some dude that was trying to ask her to dance. “I went to the club downtown with a friend tonight and she left. What a bitch, right? Anyhow, can you pick me up pleaassseeee Andy. An Uber would be like sooooo expensive.” She moved the phone from her ear to shout out some of the lyrics to the song before coming back to the screen.

“Uh, yeah. Send me the address and I’ll come get you. Are you drunk, y/n?” He stands up, walking to his bedroom and shimmying out of his sweats to put on a pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt.

“Not drunk, just a bit tipsy, ya know? I’ll be waiting for you on the dance floor!” She screams, and before Andy can protest, she’s hung up the phone, a loud sigh leaving his lips. So much for his mundane adult night at home.

It didn’t take Andy more than fifteen minutes with Google Maps on to get to the club, having a valet at the door park his Audi for him before waiting at the door for the bouncer to let him in. The minute Andy walked inside he was met by flashing lights and a DJ spinning a popular Dua Lipa song. He pushed his way past the crowd of people, eyes scanning for any sign of y/n.

She had mentioned she would be on the dance floor, and the closer he got the harder he looked for her. Finally, after a few moments and mistakenly touching the shoulder of someone with the same hair color and length as her, it was as if the sea of people had parted as his blue hues locked on her. She was obviously gorgeous, every outfit looking stunning on her, but this was something else. It was like the breath was knocked out of his lungs, the two-piece black bodycon skirt and cropped spaghetti-strapped top revealing every curve of her body. Where the seams would normally be sewn on each side of the thin fabric there lay open strips of rhinestones. The rhinestone strips left the sides of her top open to reveal a healthy amount of sideboob, the skirt revealing the curve of her ass, no panties or bra underneath.

Andy couldn’t help but watch her sway to the music. She looked so carefree, minus the occasional guy that she shooed off with a flick of her wrist. After the second guy had approached and left defeated, Andy walked up, tapping her on the shoulder. As soon as she saw him a huge smile spread across her luscious lips.

“Andyyyy.” Her eyes traveled up and down his body, the hair on the back of his neck standing up. She was devouring him with her eyes. 

“Hey, y/n, let’s go.” Andy nodded towards the door and y/n let out a huff, grabbing his wrist and tugging him towards her.

“C’mon, dance with me.” She purred, trying to tug him further into the crowd with her.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, y/n, besides you’ve had one too many drinks.” He contested, y/n’s eyes rolling back into her head.

“M’not messed up, I’m fully aware of my actions. I even drank some water before you came. Now.” Her tone is filled with lust, motioning him towards her with her finger. “Are you gonna dance with me or what?”

Andy’s head is screaming logically to not do this, she’s Jacob’s friend from school and he was also older than her, and her boss. But before he can protest his feet have a mind of their own and follow her deeper into the crowd on the floor.

He’s not sure what to do, standing there awkwardly as he watches her body shimmying in front of him. The song quickly changes, the new hit by Lil Nas X ‘Montero (Call Me By Your Name)’ blaring out of the speakers.

“C’mere.” The chorus of the song comes and y/n grabs Andy’s hand, tugging him closer to her until she turns so her back is flush against his chest. She moves the hand she’s holding to her waist, tugging the other down to the opposite side before grinding her body back against him.

Holy shit. This is really happening. Andy’s heart is pounding in his chest, rocking his hips forward into her, his hands gripping firmly against her waist now. He can hear her screaming out the lyrics to the song as they dance, tugging at the nape of his neck, craning her own so that she can meet his gaze finally.

Their eyes stay locked as the song ends and another starts, and Andy can feel his painfully hard cock in his jeans. Her eyes move to glance down at his lips and then back up again to his face.

“Come with me.” She whispers, grabbing his hand again and tugging him out of the crowd of people towards the back of the club. Andy is blindly following her, his cock still pressing against the front of his jeans. God, this was so embarrassing.

She snakes her way around the throngs of people until they reach the back wall, the bathroom sign hanging above their heads. The line for the women’s restroom is long, the men’s restroom door a few feet down a separate hallway with not a single soul in sight.

Glancing back at Andy she tugs him towards the door of the men’s restroom, looking inside and under the stalls to ensure that it was completely empty. She pushes open the door fully, motioning him to come in with her.

The heavy door closes behind them, y/n immediately pushing Andy until his back gently hits the wall beside the door.

“I see the way you’ve been looking at me. It’s hard not to notice.” Andy’s expression is a mix of both shock and excitement, his eyes trailing down to meet hers.

“We can’t…” Andy trails off, y/n shushing him with one of her fingers.

“We’re both adults here, and I can make my own decisions. And this is my decision.” Before Andy can protest again, y/n stands up on her tippy toes in her high heels, crashing her lips against his fervently.

He’s confused at first but quickly gives into the kiss, her lips tasting like rum and Pepsi-Cola. His lips melt into hers, moaning into her mouth as she parts her lips, his tongue exploring further. Her hands are roaming first through his hair, tugging lightly as they continue their kiss before roaming them down the taut muscles of his arms.

Finally, she presses her body against his, feeling how hard he is through the denim. She breaks the kiss, eyes wide like cherry pies and lips swollen from their actions.

“Get in the stall.” She commands, nodding her head in its direction. Andy’s breathing is ragged from their kiss, but he does as he’s told, walking into the stall as y/n follows behind and locks it after she enters. 

“Have you been thinking about me at night?” She asks, moving to stand in front of him and slowly undoing the buttons on his jeans.

“Wait, what?” He questioned, his cock twitching as the tension of his jeans were removed, y/n pushing them down along with his boxers, his hard cock springing free against his chest.

“I said.” She gripped his cock in her hand, looking up at him. He was definitely way bigger than anyone she had ever been with, which made sense considering Andy was all man, nothing about him being boyish.

“Have you been thinking about me?” She asked again, his breath hitching as she started to pump his cock in her hand, barely being able to grip it.

“Y-yes.” Andy stammered, a groan escaping his lips as she continues to pump him.

“Tell me you want this Andy, and I’ll get down on my knees right now and give you release.” She met his gaze, a choked-out moan escaping his lips.

“Please.” Those were the only words she needed to hear before she dropped down to her knees, the cold tile soothing the heat coming off her body.

“Wanna taste you.” She preened, taking Andy’s cock into her hand and lapping gingerly at the tip. He could’ve come just from the sight of her before him, but he wouldn’t, he wanted to savor this moment.

Y/N held up his cock, licking a stripe from the base to the tip before suckling on the head, eliciting a groan from deep in Andy’s throat. She tasted the precum leaking from his tip, her thighs clenching together. This wasn’t about her pleasure; this was about Andy’s. And she wanted to show him just how seductive she could be.

Her lips curl around his girth, bobbing her head back and forth along his length. He’s not just thick but long, and she struggles to take him down, eyes watering as she brings her face closer and closer to his pelvic bone.

Her eyes look up to meet Andy’s as she pulls off him with a wet pop. “Is this what you wanted? To see my mouth stuffed full of your cock?” She pursed her lips, her core dripping underneath her skirt. 

“Yes, god you look so pretty down there. My little Lolita.” He praised, keeping his gaze on her. Her lips curl into a seductive smirk, batting her lashes at him.

“Want you to use me, I know you’ve thought about it. Want you to cum down my throat.” Her words urge him on, his hand grabbing a tight fistful of her hair and guiding her back down onto his cock. 

Andy’s not going to last much longer, bucking into her mouth and listening to the sloppy sounds of her gagging on his cock. It’s a beautiful song on her lips and he watches as some of the saliva from her lips runs down her chin and onto the floor. 

“Fuck, y/n, m’gonna cum.” As soon as the words leave his lips he’s steadying at the back of her throat, holding her on his cock as he cums deep down her throat, giving her no choice but to swallow. Y/N takes it in stride, swallowing all the sticky substance and milking his cock before letting go of him. She stands back up, taking her thumb and wiping against the corner of her lips, rubbing it across her bottom lip before straightening her outfit.

“It’s late, we should head back.” Y/N turns to unlock the door of the stall while Andy pulls his clothes back on, her eyes meeting a man who she hadn’t heard come into the restroom, standing at the urinal with his jaw agape. 

After leaving the bathroom Andy and Y/N burst out laughing about the man in the restroom, walking towards the front door of the club and out to the valet where they waited for his car. As soon as the man at the valet brings his car back, y/n slinks into the passenger seat, tousling her hair with her fingers.

“That was…” Andy trailed off, roaring the car to life and starting down the road towards home. Y/N leaned her head back, looking over at Andy. “That was a one-time thing.” She stated, looking back out the window.

“Are you sure about that?” He quizzed, stopping at the red light on the street and looking back at her. 

“Guess it depends on if you’re worth it or not. You’ll have to wait and see.”

Andy didn’t know why, but he wanted more. He wanted much more with her. She made him feel alive, feel young again. She made him feel wanted, something he hadn’t felt with his ex-wife in such a long time before their divorce. He glances at her out of the corner of his eye, noticing her shivering in what little fabric that covered her skin. Bringing his hand into the backseat, he reaches out and pulls out one of his buttons up work shirts, handing it over to her.

“You’re cold, put this on.” She silently thanks him, pulling the shirt on and buttoning it halfway, the shirt smelling strongly of his cologne. They sat silently for the rest of the ride home, y/n looking out the window as they drove. 

After about five minutes of silence they arrived back at the house, walking through the door in the garage and into the house. She knows things are complicated now, but she doesn’t care. She’s lived her life free as a bird, boys wanting her but never acquiring her. What would be the difference now? 

“Thanks for coming to get me.” Her voice is soft and honest, turning to look up at him. They’re inches from each other again, Andy closing the distance this time to kiss her lips, y/n pulling back with a smile.

“Goodnight Andy.” She heads towards the stairs, turning back to look over her shoulder one last time at him. “Oh, and feel free to jerk off to thoughts of me any time.”

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Standards of Performance, Chapter 10: Accommodations

From the Beginning,  Previous Chapter

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Thank you guys again for being so kind about the new posting schedule (or lack thereof). Your comments and messages and rbs always make me laugh and cry (in a a good way).This is just a lil chapter about them being awkward and cute after The Kiss, and introducing some bigger plot stuff. You'll wanna buckle up for the next one ;)

Summary: You’re the BAU’s newest intern, desperate to prove yourself amongst an established team of much more experienced profilers. Agent Hotchner, the seemingly infallible team leader, sets strict expectations for your performance. He commands your respect without even trying, but is there something more to your relationship than a simple desire to impress your stony-faced boss?

Chapter Summary: Some creep is stalking the team and all you can think about is kissing Hotch. 

Words: 2059

Rating: Explicit, 18+. Warnings on AO3.

Pairings: Hotch x Reader, Hotch x You

The BAU had a stalker.

To put it in a way more relevant to your views on the matter: the BAU’s stalker was interfering with the (hopefully) budding spark between you and Hotch.

It wasn’t that you didn’t care that there was potentially unhinged maniac apparently obsessed with the team, it’s just that when you got the slightly panicked phone call from JJ that Morgan, Reid, Garcia, and herself had all found letters on their doorstep professing an alarming fascination with the members of the team, you couldn’t help but feel a bit irritated that the ordeal was bound to put a pause on the progress you two had made.

That is, until you went to leave your apartment in the morning and found an unassuming envelope shoved under the door. You opened it with shaking fingers to a note written on thick cardstock, scrawled in black, seeping ink as if written by an old-fashioned quill.

I’ve been paying attention to your team for some time - quite the impact you’ve made on the world of crime. The heroes of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit! I’m sure the world wishes they had you during Bundy or BTK, hm?

Anyways, I had to see for myself. I must admit, finding you was much easier than I would have anticipated given your ‘status.’ I thought I’d drop you this note to say hi and propose a deal. A Game, of sorts.

The Game goes like this: I leave you notes, and you try to catch me! Easy, yes? This is day 1. How many days until you find me?

Xoxo Talk soon,

G

You put the note in your bag and, after double checking your door was locked (not that the flimsy deadbolt the landlord had installed would have done much to keep an intruder out anyways), you rushed to the office. You dropped your note on the table in the conference room where the team had gathered and pointed at it tremulously. 

“I got one too. I touched it, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking -”

“Don’t worry about it,” Rossi interrupted. “We dusted the others; there was nothing. I doubt yours was any different.”

Hotch plucked your letter up and scanned it quickly before tossing it back on the table. “It’s exactly the same as the others. Nothing identifiable.”

“Why didn’t we get them?” asked Prentiss.

“Access,” said Garcia, notably less cheery than usual. The team turned to her for clarification.

“You three are hard to get to,” she explained. “Hotch and Prentiss live in secure apartment buildings. Rossi has a gated property with security that can rival the President’s. Those of us who don’t live the high life are just... out in the open.”

“So that’s encouraging, right? That the unsub either couldn’t or wouldn’t go through the extra trouble of getting to all of us?” JJ asked, hopeful.

Morgan shook his head. “I dunno if you can interpret any part of what this creep is doing to intimidate us as ‘encouraging.’”

“Does it read as intimidation, though?” mused Reid. 

“I don’t know, you tell me,” Morgan responded. “What’s your take on the language?”

Reid took a millisecond to reread the letter and pursed his lips. “Though the language isn’t directly threatening, the concept of a game implies either winning or losing. He - it’s almost certainly a he - doesn’t mention the consequences for either situation, which could imply that there are none, but that seems unlikely. There’s also the matter of separating himself from others in line three - ‘I’m sure the world wishes they had you during Bundy or BTK,’ not we. He’s trying to distinguish himself to us in some way, which means he wants to be noticed, and I don’t think there’s anything in this language that excludes the possibility of him doing something drastic in order to be.”

“So not encouraging,” said Prentiss dryly. “The question is, why us? Is this personal; did we put someone close to him away?”

“It could be, but the language in the opening seems sarcastic almost, like he’s mocking us,” noted Rossi. 

Morgan nodded in agreement. “It’s a challenge. He’s trying to tell us we’re not all we’re cracked up to be.”

The analysis worried you, because you felt you were the only member of the team for whom that statement might have been true. 

“So, what then?” you asked. “Review security footage and see if we can find anything?”

“Already did!” chirped Garcia. “Hotch had me up all night reviewing the tapes.”

For the first time, you noticed the dark circles under her standard coat of heavy makeup. You looked at Hotch, expecting to find some shame in his expression, but found none. 

“If there was anyone weird creeping around your dwellings last night, I didn’t see ‘em. I even looked through the street cameras in the area. Granted, none of you have a security camera pointed directly at your door, which might not be a bad idea after this -”

“Hold on,” Morgan interrupted, “you didn’t check her apartment though, right?” referring to you. “Cuz she just found it this morning?”

Garcia perked up, but you shot her down with a shake of your head. “Sorry guys, my place isn’t nearly nice enough to have security cameras.”

The team looked unperturbed by that, except for Hotch, who met your eyes with a look you couldn’t quite place. 

“What do we do, then? Wait for another letter?” JJ asked.

“That’s all we can do until we have more evidence,” said Hotch, visibly frustrated. He hated waiting, you knew that. You all hated it. It felt like watching a car without its parking brake on slowly start to roll down a hill.

“If that’s all, sir…”

Hotch nodded at Garcia. “You’re all dismissed. Business as usual for now. If he craves acknowledgement, best not to give it to him unless we have to.”

The team filtered out, and you made to follow them, but before making it through the doorway, Hotch called you back. He shifted feet, cleared his throat, and looked at you.

“About the comment you made earlier,” he started.

What comment? You wracked your brain trying to remember if you’d said something rude, or something that hinted at what happened between you two, but came up short.

He noticed the puzzled look on your face and clarified. “When you said your apartment complex wasn’t nice enough to have security cameras. I wanted to say that -” he ran his hand across his jaw, clearly uncomfortable, “- I know the internship salary isn’t impressive, and if you feel you’re unable to afford safe accommodation, I’d be more than happy to talk to Strauss about -”

“Oh, God, no.” You felt as if your face was on fire. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way, my apartment is fine - I mean of course there’s things that could be improved - but in no way do I feel unsafe.” 

“Well, good. Okay then.”

Before you could make your exit and spare you both from the residual awkwardness of the interaction, he spoke again. “There’s one more thing. Given that whoever wrote this note has displayed his willingness to come to our doorsteps, JJ is staying with Emily for the time being, Reid with Rossi, and Garcia with Morgan.”

You smirked at the last pairing. Leave it to those two to capitalize on a stalker to bunk up together. 

“I was going to have the Bureau get you a hotel in the meantime, since he did come to your apartment, but Garcia suggested that since we live so close, you could just… stay with me.”

Holy shit.

There was a pained look on his face as he finished the sentence as if he recognized what an utterly bad idea it was, but hadn’t had the good sense to reject it himself. He looked at you, expecting an answer despite the lack of a question mark at the end of that statement, and you struggled mightily to compose yourself to deliver an acceptance that didn’t appear uncomfortably enthusiastic. 

You must have taken too long, because he immediately started to retract his offer. “I already told her it was completely inappropriate; the rest of the team is used to staying together for cases but given you just started, and after the last few days I completely understand -”

“No!” You cut him off. “Sorry, no, that’s not what I was going to say at all. I’d love to. I mean, I think it’s a good idea. I’d feel a lot safer…”

‘With you around?’ Is that too much?

Fuck it. 

“... with you around,” you finished, and you swear you saw him push back a smile.

“Alright, then. I’ll let Garcia know.”

You made a mental note to send that woman a thank-you card.

***

As the workday wound down, you were surprised to Hotch turn out his office light and walk out at the same time as you did.

“Early night?” you teased as you walked to your cars in the parking garage, despite it being 7 pm. 

He chuckled. “It would have been rude of me to keep you hanging around until I decided to leave.”

Right. You were leaving together. Because you were going back to his apartment. Together. The undeniable domesticity of the moment put a skip in your step, and you couldn’t help but wish this was happening under different circumstances.

“So I’ll just stop by my apartment and grab my things?”

“What? No,” Hotch responded, frowning. “I’m coming with you. The whole point of all of this is to avoid being alone.”

And that’s how you ended up speeding down the highway like a madwoman, leaving Hotch in your dust, taking the stairs two at a time, and frantically scrambling to get your apartment in order. It wasn’t terrible; not as if you had rotting food sitting out or something (probably because you didn’t actually cook enough for that), but the recent caseload and spending so much time with Hotch in the mornings had certainly pushed general organization to the wayside. You shoved the growing pile of dirty laundry into your closet, straightened up the coffee table, and were in the middle of packing your suitcase when you heard a knock at the door.

Giving the apartment a quick once-over to make sure you hadn’t missed something utterly humiliating, you opened the door to an unimpressed Hotch.

“I could have pulled you over for speeding, you know,” he said as he strode into your living room.

“Yeah, sorry,” you said sheepishly, “I wanted to make sure this place wasn’t a mess the first time you saw it.”

He cocked an eyebrow and you realized how that came out - the first time, as if there were going to be many more - and you coughed and looked away.

“Anyways. I’m almost done packing, just gotta grab a couple more things.”

He nodded and you hurried to it, wanting to get him out of your apartment as quickly as possible. Normally you’d have jumped at the chance to be alone in a quiet place with him, but the way his eyes were scanning the room made you nervous that he was learning more about you in a very short amount of time than you felt entirely comfortable with.

***

You walked into Hotch’s apartment for the second time ever to find it just as clinically neat as before, except for a set of sheets and blankets laid out on the couch. Grinning, you gestured to them.

“Thought you said you were sure I would say no?”

It was his turn to be shamefaced. “Just in case. Besides,” he shot back, grabbing your bags from where you’d deposited them by the couch, “You’re taking the bed.”

“Like hell I am!” you scoffed, forgoing propriety. “I’m not making my boss sleep on the couch in his own apartment.”

“Considering I, as you mentioned, am your boss,” he responded, “I will be making that decision.”

You plopped down on the couch. “Unless I just refuse to move.”

He stood a few paces away and glared, but gave up and dropped your bags all the same.

You could have sworn you heard him mutter “brat” under his breath, but that didn’t sound like something Aaron Hotchner would say, did it?

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Babysitting Aizawa’s 6... no 10 Nieces and Nephews

Hey There! Today we have the second part to the Aizawa fic I posted a few days ago! It can act as a stand alone so don't worry if you haven't read the first one! Ill try to post it here but I'm new at this. Also isn't much Shouta x you in this, just domestic fluff! More a set up for the loving in the next work, I hope you'll still read it anyway. Reader is neutral and I hope you all enjoy!

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Aizawa Shouta x Reader

Aizawa’s mom goes into the hospital for an emergency surgery and all his siblings turn to you to watch their kids, but you don't remember there names let alone their kids.

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Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five

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You look a bit of mess currently. You were sitting at home in your pj’s with about 20 pictures scattered around you and 20 pieces of paper. You looked like one of those crazy conspiracies theorists. When in reality you were only trying to learn your boyfriend's family’s names and likes, in preparation for Christmas of course. It was not going so well all you could remember was Saika was the eldest sister but which sister was she exactly? You looked between the two pictures on the table. None of the Aizawa’s age so that didn’t give away and you couldn’t remember if she had the long hair or the bob. 

“God help me.” You mumbled with a sigh as you threw your head back. By some great miracle a phone call pulled you from the task. Surprised to see it was Aizawa you picked it up with a smile.

“Hey baby.” He said

“What’s up love? Aren’t you in class?” You said a tiny bit concerned.

“Should be but my mom’s going in for some emergency surgery, so me and my family are going up there.” 

“Oh, are you alright?? Do you want me to come?” You rushed out to him

“No, and I’m fine. It’s a fairly low risk surgery from what I’m told. There is of course something you could do for me.” He said lowly

“And that would be?” 

“My siblings need someone to watch their gremlins and I had the perfect person in mind.” He said with a light chuckle. You knew right away who this mysterious person was. Part of you wanted to say no because it was a lot of young kids but the other part of you knew you were gonna say yes.  Even if he didnt say so, Aizawa was worried and he didn’t need to be stuck watching the kids, none of them did.

“Yes, of course! Tell your siblings to bring them to my place. I got a few toys from babysitting years ago.” You said getting up to get ready.

“You're a lifesaver.” He said fondly

“Says the hero, I love you babe, everything is gonna be fine and of course be safe.” You told him

“Love you more, kitty cat. You’ll be great, see you when I get home.” He said hanging up. Well now you were panicking. How many kids were there again? What about their parents? You couldn’t even remember their names. How are you supposed to greet them? Holy shit what did you get yourself into is all you could think as you rushed to clean your house. You were barely finished when the first knock came, you opened the door with a small smile.

“L/N!” A tall black haired man said. He looked like Shouta no doubt but he had an undercut and was taller.

“Please call me Y/N.” You smiled at him.

“Aww, you're too sweet! Seriously, how did Shouta end up with you?! Anyway, This is Haru and Jun, they are gonna be good little boys for you, right?” He paused as the boys nodded. “Thank you so much we should all be back to pick the kids at 10!” He said as he started to leave. You waved him off and showed the boys in.

“Alright! So I’ve got a few toys and I think i've got all the cartoon channels. I want to make sure we get all your cousins here first before we do something really fun.” You said to the little boys who immediately went to sit on your couch and watch the cartoons that were playing. You let out a huge sigh of relief. It was done prematurely as a knock at the door was heard. You opened it to reveal his two sisters which was which you didn't know.

“L/N you sweet little lifesaver! This is the rest of them except Rei, Daisuke, and Maki. They all walk together from school, we let them know to come here so don't worry about walking to go get them. Also, only two of them are still in diapers so you should be fine! Thank you so much, love.” The shorter one rushed out before she left, pulling her sister with her. You looked done at the baby that had somehow got into your hands.  Alright this one was obviously in diapers, the one grasping on to your pant leg barely standing up was probably the other one in diapers. Okay you were now surrounded by um.. 6 six kids, maybe more you weren't sure. 

“Okay, now that we're all here, wanna play a game? It's really fun I promise.” You said with a cute little smile but you were lying. You only wanted them to introduce themselves and say who their parents were. You had no idea how to make it fun.

“What kind of game?” A little girl asked, wait you knew this one! She was the only young girl when you first met all the siblings, it was Nozomi, right?

“A umm…. A… A scavenger hunt! Yeah! We're all gonna introduce ourselves and then get into groups by who your Mama's and Papa’s are and see who can find all the treasures first! Whoever wins gets a super cool prize.” You said hoping they didn't ask too many questions about the game you just made up. Which they didn't they all were giggling and saying incoherent things excited to play.

“We’ll go first since we're the oldest. Im Haru.” The tallest one with his hair pulled back into a ponytail said. “I is Jun! Our papa is Shiori! Can we play now??” The cute little blonde one said. Okay 2 down, Tall and hair pulled back is Haru, Small and blonde is Jun, they are both Shiori kids. 

“Oh us next, us next! I'm Tetsuya, that's Umi, my lil sister, and Yukio is the one on your pants. My mama is Shizumi!” The boy said. He was a cute pudgy boy with black hair that covered his eyes. Umi, the little girl had her dark blue hair in two pigtails on top of her head.  Lastly the little boy holding on to your pants also had black hair but it was super curly.

“L/N, Oni-chans at school and Taiyo is too small.” Nozomi said with teary eyes. Okay so the one in your hand is Taiyo, another one of Saika kids. Okay you got this. You made it through all 7 kids, you would worry about the 3 at school later.

“Its alright me and you can be a team okay?” You said as she beamed up at you nodding. Alright with that you went to place the sleeping Taiyo on your bed. You left the door open so you could hear if he started to cry or moved around too much. You took a sheet and made a makeshift sling for… Yukio, right! 

“Okay so there are 3 hidden treasures around the house! One is a pink treasure chest filled with jewelry and prizes. The other is a huge blue fluffy whale, be careful it may bite! Lastly, there are 2 little lions wandering sound, we gotta catch. I'm gonna get you guys nets of course! First one to get all of these things and show me them gets a super cool prize!” You said as they erupted into cute tiny roars!

“Okay here are your nets! May the best team win!” You smiled at them as they took off. You felt a little bad for the Aizawa cats you had just set up to be chased but something told you they wouldn't mind. They were always so attention hungry this would probably please them.

“Okay then, lets go Nozomi!” You said grasping the young girl's hand. You knew where everything was of course so you just followed her around. Only helping her when you heard kids getting close to the hiding spots or helping her try to catch the cat. You guys had been playing for about an hour now, only needing to catch the cats who caught onto the game and were running for their lives.

“Kitty cat c’mere!” Jun said as he chased the gray cat around.

“Yeah! We jus wanna win.” Haru said following his brother. You laughed as the cat gently pawed at boys. Now that you were thinking about it there were so many boys in this family. Only 5 girls out of all these boys, Aizawa’s genes were strong for boys. You didn't get long to think before you saw a flash and heard a camera click. You turned to see 3 older children one with a camera.

“Oh man, Uncle Shouta is gonna be so happy.” The girl said with a smile. She looked to be about 12 and was blonde, if you had to guess she was Jun and Harus’s older sister. There were two boys next her one was probably the oldest of all the kids.

“Sorry for letting ourselves in, we were just knocking for a while and you didn't answer.” The older one said as they bowed.

“No no it's quite alright! Sorry for not answering, my hands are a little full!” You said as you had Taiyo still slung around your back and Umi squirming in your hands. 

“Yeah, we can see that!”

“Daisuke! Rei! We gotta catch the kitties so I can win a prize.” Nozomi said, rushing off to her brothers. You made a mental note of who was who.

“Oh no problem! Uncle sho’s cats are easy to catch.” Rei said and he was right, you just had to know how. He went over to the counter and got the cat treats and sprinkled a few on the floor. The cats came running and began eating as fast as they could. He then took the blanket/net and put it over the 2 cats and picked them up, they compiled so easily it was almost comical.

“Oh! Yay! I wins right?? I get the prize!” She said dancing around you.

“Yes you do! I should go get dinner ready but you can pick anything you want to take home.” You said booping her nose. She did a little gig before taking off like she knew what wanted.

“Alright, who wants to help with dinner!” You called to the kids you roared with agreement, racing to the kitchen

“Oh you three would you mind helping and introducing yourselves?” You asked as you took out a few different ingredients.

“Oh yeah! No problem! Im Daisuke, the eldest of all the Aizawa’s cousins. First year in high school actually! This is my little brother Rei, he is a middle schooler. Then the girl snapping pictures is Maki-chan she’s the closest to my age! Oh, Saika is my mom and uncle Shiori is Maki’s dad. What can we do to help out.” He said with a smile.

“I think they said introduce yourself but whatever.” Maki mumbled kind of chest fallen. You only laughed and pointed out what they could do while you helped the kids and before long boom, dinner was done. You might have to convince Aizawa to have kids soon cause they were actually helpful. You all set the table and sat down to eat, almost forgetting about Nozomi.

“Can I have this!” She rushed to you holding a black cat plushie that had red eyes. Aizawa had given it to you when he went on a mission that pulled him from home for a month. You gave a small smile to her.

“Of course! I said you could have anything you wanted, I meant it. Let's eat right now then you can go snuggle and lay down.” You said moving to pick her up and help her to the table. Your table of course wasn't big enough so the big kids were in the living room, the younger kids ate with you and the babies you fed first were now napping. You let out a breath, it was 7:30. They should be done by 10:00 at the latest and the younger kids would be asleep by 8:30, so you could say you had this in the bag. Dinner was peaceful to your surprise and now you were all washing up and laying down on the makeshift beds you made in the living room. Maki was taking pictures as you had put all the younger children into your shirts, it was quite a sight to behold.

“Alright everyone lay down!” You yelled as you grabbed the youngest and began rocking him back and forth. 

“We is ready” Umi said as she snuggled into her blankets

“Ready for what?” You asked cautiously.

“When we visit uncle Sho’ta he tells us ‘tories at nighty time.” Tetsuya slurred to you.

“Oh, okay then…. Um. Once upon a time there was a pretty Pink cat, who lived in a kingdom full of all kinds of cats. One day he got curious and left the safety of his kingdom. He went into a forest and everything was fine until he bumped into a big huge black wolf. He wanted to run back into the safety of his kingdom but the icy glare of the wolf kept him still. The wolf slowly opened its jaws…. Showing off its rows of bone crushing smile. The pink cat thought it was over for him until the Wolf smiled at him. ‘Your a little far from home, huh? Its okay I get lost sometimes! I can take you home.’ The wolf said, her tail starting to wag. The cat didn't know what made him say yes but he did. He continued to say yes time and time again, long after they had become friends. He said yes so many times to the cat he thought he might run out of yes’s to give. But when the wolf asked him to leave the safety of his kingdom behind and run around the world with him, though it frightened him. He said yes again without hesitation. And that's how the pretty pink cat learned to fly.” You said, it was a cheesy story with no real plot but it worked. You looked around to see everyone sleeping even the bigger kids. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You looked at the lot one more time before you went to work on something you had been meaning to all day. You continued to work on it even as 10 o’clock hit and you said goodbye to the kids one by one. Only stopping when a familiar set of hands wrapped around your waist. 

“What’s this, kitty?” Aizawa asked as he kissed your neck sweetly.

“Ahh, nothing much! Just a family tree with pictures and the things about your family.” You said as you stated proudly at your work.

“Oh that's sweet. I saw the pictures Maki took and that you let Nozomi have your cat, I know it was special to you.” He said nuzzling further into your chest.

“It's fine, I told her she could have anything and to be honest, I'm wrapped around every single last one of them’s thumb and I would do anything for them so it really was nothing.” You said playing with his hands.

“God, I love you, how did I end up with you? I mean god I just love you. Let's get in bed. I wanna cuddle you, Right. Now.” He said turning you around and picking you up.

“Yes, sir.” You said clinging to him like a koala.

“Oh and babe, you got Shizumi and Saika mixed up.” He said into your hair.

“GOD DAMMIT”

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Catch Me, I’m Falling (For You) | Sammy Blais

how could you not love this cuddly boy? 

to @stl-boys55​ for giving me this idea and @powerblais​ for being our resident sammy blais enabler (also for beta-ing this one!)

length: 1.7k words

You don’t know what you expected when your best friend Ellie started seeing Vince Dunn. She promised she would take you to games with her, and she did. She also dragged you to the bars with the team after wins and to various houses for parties where she inevitably abandoned you to spend time with Vince.

As a result, you were friendly with most of the younger guys on the team, and you could talk to pretty much any one of them when Ellie ditched you. Early on, you and Sammy Blais had ended up on a beer pong team together. You’d swept the night, and you’d been undefeated since then.

He always cheered when he saw you, no matter if it was outside the locker room after a game, at a noisy bar, or at a crowded house party, and then you were engulfed in a hug.

You could usually keep track of exactly what circumstances got you into whatever situation that left you surrounded by hockey players, but you weren’t entirely sure how you ended up spending a Saturday night in December at the Blues family Christmas skate. 

You weren’t dating anyone on the Blues. You weren’t even sure if you could be considered friends with anyone on the Blues, outside of some drunken party games. Not least of all, you could barely ice skate.

Which is why you were sitting off to the side, alone, bundled up and with a pair of figure skates strapped to your feet, but still firmly on solid ground.

Ellie had abandoned you to go off with Vince, not that you could blame her, and even though several of the guys had enthusiastically encouraged you to tag along, no one was paying you any mind. 

You were just starting to debate calling an Uber and leaving, or at the very least grabbing a hot chocolate to warm your hands, when Sammy skated over to where you were sitting, causally throwing snow up onto the boards as he stopped.

“Whatcha doin’ all by yourself?” he asked, leaning on the boards to look at you. 

You shrugged. “Not that great at skating,” you said casually. You were still trying to figure out if hot chocolate was worth it. 

Sammy looked shocked. A lock of hair flopped over his forehead, and he pushed it back with a huff. “What do you mean you can’t skate?”

“Not all of us have been playing hockey since they could walk, Sammy,” you said. “I never learned as a kid, and I haven’t really been since high school.” You stood up, suddenly frustrated– at your friend for making you come to this, at yourself for agreeing, at Sammy for looking at you gently with those damn green eyes– but you forgot you were on skates and overbalanced. Sammy reached out quickly and grabbed your elbow, steadying you.

You shivered, and you weren’t entirely sure it was just because you were cold, anymore.

“C’mon, I’ll teach you,” he said easily. And then he grinned at you. “Besides, you’ll be warmer if you weren’t just sitting here.”

You stuck your tongue out at him. “You don’t have to-” you started, but Sammy was already making his way through the door and over to you.

“Skating is kinda my job, remember?” he teased.

“Doesn’t mean you’re any good at it,” you muttered, but Sammy was already crouching down and tightening the laces on your skates.

He tapped both of your knees once before he stood up and offered his hand to you. You took it with a sigh, letting him lead you onto the ice. His hand was warm through your glove.

You immediately tightened your hold on Sammy’s hand and clutched onto his arm with your other hand as you stepped onto the ice and your feet started sliding in different directions. Sammy laughed at you, but you just glared at him, focused on not falling and looking like a fool. Or, like more of a fool. 

“You need to relax,” Sammy said, and you glared harder, but you let him adjust your posture so your knees were no longer locked and your shoulders weren’t so tense. 

Sammy spun around so he was facing you then, and grabbed both of your hands in his. He pulled you around the rink backwards, expertly dodging small children and fellow teammates with an ease you could only be envious of.

You caught Ellie’s eye as you passed her and Vince, and she discreetly shot you a thumbs up. She was the only one who knew you’d been harboring a crush on Sammy for months, and her gentle nudging had grown decidedly less gentle. 

After you’d successfully made a lap around the rink, and you were no longer nervously watching your skates, Sammy declared with a lopsided grin that you were ready to start skating on your own. He just laughed and let go of your hands as you yelped and toe-picked, nearly going sprawling to the ice.

It was another half-lap of you clutching Sammy’s hands and him skating backwards, talking lowly to you as he guided you through the step-glide of skating, until you had started to relax again. 

Sammy spun around then, swung around so he was skating alongside you, but he didn’t let go of your hand. And you would never actually admit it to Sammy, but you were warmer now that you were skating, even if your fingertips were still a little numb. 

Everything was going fine. You’d talk and laugh with other players and WAGs as they passed you or fell into step alongside the two of you for a while; you only overbalanced a few times, and Sammy was always there to steady you. 

And then one of the mini-Pietrangelos went zooming past you. He cut too close in front of Sammy, who swerved to not hit him, and one of his skates clipped yours. Suddenly, you felt yourself falling, the ice coming up towards you quickly. You flailed– not very gracefully, you were sure, but you were past caring– and knocked into Sammy, who started falling in turn.

Sammy reached out and grabbed you around the waist, twisting so you landed on top of him instead of on the ice; you still went down so hard it was jarring and made your head hurt. 

“Oof, merde,” Sammy groaned, letting his head thump onto the ice. You shifted, made to roll off of Sammy, but his arms tightened around you. 

Someone whistled, and Petro skated past, now carrying his mini– Oliver or Theo, you couldn’t tell, honestly– and apologizing repeatedly. You both ignored both of those things.

“Hi,” you breathed. 

Sammy grinned up at you. “Y’know if you wanted to get on top of me, you could’ve just said something.” You groaned, dropping your forehead to Sammy’s chest. You hoped your flush could be blamed on the cold of the rink. “Also, your elbow is very pointy and in my ribs.”

You dug your elbow in for good measure before rolling to the side. The ice was cold beneath your back, through your layers. You laid there for a moment, steeling yourself, catching your breath, before trying to clamber back to your feet. 

Vince skated over as you had nearly made it to your feet, snowing you. “Alright, Bambi, c’mon,” he said, grabbing your arm to steady you. You glared at him, and he let go.

You managed to skate over to a door and stepped out onto actual solid ground; Sammy followed you. You felt his fingers brush against the small of your back as you made your way towards the concessions stand advertising hot chocolate. 

He was still behind you as you peeled off your gloves and collected your Styrofoam cup of steaming hot chocolate, as you found an empty table and settled in. 

“I meant it, by the way,” Sammy said after a moment of silence while you both watched everyone still on the ice. You shot him a look; he had whipped cream on his top lip. “I mean-” he was blushing now, and he ducked his head. “Do you wanna, I don’t know, go out sometime? With me?”

It was cute to see him all flustered and shy, and you laughed. He blushed harder, flicking his thumb nervously against the edge of the plastic lid on his cup. He still had whipped cream on his face. 

You bumped your skate against his underneath the table, made him look up at you. “As long as we don’t go ice skating,” you said. Sammy laughed then, too, his eyes crinkling. “And you’ve got a lil-” you pointed. Sammy’s brow furrowed, and he stuck his tongue out, trying to lick it off. You giggled as he struggled for a minute before pouting at you. “Here,” you sighed, reaching out towards Sammy.

Except you had an idea as your hand was halfway to Sammy’s face. You cupped his cheek, but instead of using your thumb to wipe away the whipped cream, you leaned forward to kiss Sammy. Just a quick peck, but when you pulled back Sammy was blushing even harder than before– you didn’t even know that was possible– pink all the way up to his ears. His hair was flopping in front of his face again.

You could hear some muffled cheers coming from his teammates on the ice, including a yelled “Fucking finally!” that probably came from Vince. Sammy still hadn’t said anything, was just staring at you, and you started fidgeting. 

Sammy reached out and grabbed your hand where your nail was digging into your Styrofoam cup, now looking a little panicked.

“I can do no ice skating,” he told you. You smiled at him. “Your hands are freezing, what the hell,” he added. 

“Why do you think I wanted hot chocolate?” you protested. “I told you I was cold!”

“Don’t worry,” Sammy grinned, “I’ll keep you warm.”

You groaned again as Sammy wiggled his eyebrows at you. “God, you’re so cheesy. Is it too late to take it back?”

Sammy just laughed as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him, and you allowed it, letting your head rest on his shoulder. You could still see Sammy’s grin from the corner of your eye as he looked out over the ice.

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Is it alright if you make a ruby Martinez x reader imagine. Where ruby likes the reader but gets jealous when any boy comes near her.

Be My Princesa (Ruby X Reader)

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"Did...I...made it?" asked Ruby while trying to catch his breath with his supplies for math standing in front of the table where Cesar and Jamal were already sitting after running up the stairs in school.

"Um yeah. School starts literally in two minutes. Where were you?" asked Cesar as Ruby sat next to Jamal across from Cesar after catching his breath.

"The twins. They have an accident...again." said Ruby rolling his eyes in annoyance and Cesar nodded in agreement knowing the twins are a handful.

"So guys, are we going to talk about what happened last night?" whispered Jamal and Cesar and Ruby quickly turned their heads to Jamal.

"Not here. I can't believe that chica making four teenagers find a grown man." said Ruby in annoyance and he pinches his forehead with two fingers of his right hand to release stress.

"Don't stress about it. Just see what's behind me a few feet." said Cesar looking at Ruby with a grin.

"What are you talking abo-" started Ruby as he leaned his body to the right to see what was behind him a few feet. He stopped and started to stare to see you, his crush walking into class.

You were wearing a white shirted puff sleeve blouse with light colored jeans that hugged your body, your favorite color vans, silver jewelry, and your hair in a high ponytail.

"Wow..." said Ruby and he starts to stare at every detail on your beautiful face. He put his right elbow on the table, put his right cheek on his right hand still staring at you in happiness as you were walking in slow motion in his eyes.

Seeing you everyday at school makes Ruby full of joy and he wants to be your boyfriend so bad. He dreams about it almost every night.

"Ruby..." said Jamal looking at him weirdly but he didn't acknowledge Jamal.

Jamal put his left hand in front of Ruby's face and waved it up and down to get his attention but it didn't work.

"I told you Ruby was in deep." said Cesar and Jamal stopped waving his hand in front of Ruby's face.

You walked through the classroom until you heard somebody called your name. You turn your head and you see a boy waving over for you to sit next to him. You decided to, which Ruby got out of his stare.

"What is she doing with him?!" asked Ruby a bit louder than his regular voice and standing out of his seat, making some people start to look at him.

"Dude, sit down. You are causing attention to yourself." said Jamal and Ruby slowly sits down as he stares at the guy furiously talking to you a few feet away. 

"What is he doing with my princesa?" asked Ruby, still staring angrily at both of you. 

"They're just talking. She probably friends with him." said Cesar, looking from you and the boy to Ruby.

"Or he's trying to get my girl." said Ruby and his eyes were full of anger as he saw you giggling from one of the guy's jokes.

"That's it. I'm going over there." said Ruby getting up again angrily until the school bell rings.

"Save by the bell." said Jamal and Ruby turned and looked at him angrily.

"Don't look at me. You were about to make a huge mistake, mano." said Jamal with his hands up in offense and he took out his notebook to do the warm up.

Ruby slowly sits down again, following Jamal's actions. Ruby looks at you and the guy again to see you two helping each other out. Ruby's heart was burned even more in jealousy.

"Everyone, we have a new student in the class today." said the math teacher, Mr. Hamilton and the whole class looked up from their notebooks and looked at him up in the front.

A girl walked in and slowly tuned to the class with a shy smile and her supplies. Her appearance made Ruby widen his eyes.

"Everyone, I'll like to welcome Olivia. You can sit in any seat that hasn't been taken yet." said Mr. Hamilton and Olivia nodded and she immediately walked and sat across from Ruby and next to Cesar.

"Hi Ruby." said Olivia as she took out her notebook from the supplies she sat next to her.

"Hey Olivia." said Ruby and started to glance at her, which Jamal noticed.

"I'm glad I won't be alone in this extra math help session." said Olivia with a smile at him and start to work on the problems on the board.

The boys started to work on the problems again and a few moments later, Ruby looked up from his paper to see Olivia concentrating on the problem and seeing all of her details on her face which made his heart beat.

Jamal looks up from his paper and looks at Cesar. He made a small noise which made Cesar lookup. Jamal leans his head to the right repeatedly and Cesar turns his head to see Ruby literally staring at Olivia, causing his eyes to widen.

Cesar nodded to Jamal knowing what they need to do later on today and they continue working on their problems. 

-

"See y'all ladies later. We got this." said Cesar as Jasmine, Olivia, and Monse start to get up and go out the door of Ruby’s house to get new clothes at the mall. 

"Are you sure y'all got this? This is the godmother of the Santos we're talking about." said Olivia looking at the guys.

"Don't worry. I'm the leader so I know what I'm doing." said Jamal and showed everybody the name tag underneath his jacket he was wearing on his chest that reads leader.

"I don't trust them. Let's stay here." said Monse starting to walk back into the house until Olivia got Monse by her right arm, and back up while starting to pull Monse towards the door.

"Come on chicas! I need a new dress for homecoming!" shouted Jasmine outside. She took Monse from Olivia to get her out of the door before she said another sassy response.

"Bye boys. Bye Ruby." said Olivia, turning back at the boys with a smile in the doorway, causing Ruby to gain a huge grin on his face.

"Bye princesa. Be safe." said Ruby looking at Olivia. She gains a pink blush on her face and she closes the front door behind her.

"So, what's the plan to get Chivo talking?" said Ruby spinning around to his guy friends ready to find Lil Ricky.

"Oh, there's no plan. Or at least not yet. I think he likes brownies." said Jamal. Ruby rolled his eyes knowing Jamal was in motion of one of his useless ideas.

"I'm getting the girls." said Ruby, turning around again and starting to walk to the front door until Cesar quickly stopped him. 

"Ruby, no. We need to talk about something else." said Cesar and Ruby stays silent.

"Y/N and Olivia." said Jamal, causing Ruby to widen his eyes. He sat down on the couch with thoughts flowing through his mind as Cesar and Jamal joined him on both sides. 

"Am I a bad person that I like both of them?" said Ruby with his head down. 

"No. It's normal but the real question is...who do you like more?" asked Cesar looking at Ruby. Ruby looked at Cesar with a puzzled face. 

"I guess I'll figure out how to save our lives which I remind you, at stake by myself!" said Jamal, coming into a shout at the end of his sentence at Cesar and Ruby. They didn’t pay attention to him. 

"I should've left out of here when I had the chance with the money that I've found on my own." said Jamal underneath his breath and got up from the couch. He went back to the dining table to start making a plan to start finding Lil Ricky.

-

A few days later, it was Saturday afternoon and Ruby was looking through every Instagram photo you posted. He refreshes it every hour to see if you posted anything new on his bed.

"Hey Ruby."

Ruby quickly faces his phone down on his bed and quickly sits up to see Olivia standing at the doorway of his bedroom.

"What's up Olivia." said Ruby with a shy smile and he chuckled a little bit to try to act normal.

"Since your mom and Abuela are out with twins and your dad is working, I was wondering if you hang out together today." asked Olivia with a smile. Ruby quickly got up and went up to Olivia with a grin on his face.

"Really?! You want us to be together today?!"

"Yeah. I heard there was a Freeridge Festival going on today and thought we could invite the gang and have fun together." said Olivia. 

Ruby’s grin fades away for a moment because she wants to hang out with the gang instead of him by themselves.

"Oh um, they are all at the festival right now actually. But just as...couples. Or at least, Cesar and Monse are. You know. Don't wanna be the third wheel." said Ruby with a small chuckle.

"Oh really? What about Jamal and Jasmine?" asked Olivia looking at Ruby with a curious face.

"Jamal's with Kendra. Jasmine with her family.  So...would you like to hang out with me?" asked Ruby shyly. He started to get nervous because Olivia didn't respond after his question immediately. 

"Sure. Why not. I'll get ready." said Olivia and she closed the door as she left Ruby's room.

Ruby quickly goes back to his phone and  immediately goes to your Snapchat and he saw you posted a new story. His heart beats when he sees you holding a teddy bear that you won at one of the games of the carnival.

"Perfecto." said Ruby and he starts to get ready to go to the festival.

-

Olivia took time yesterday and made you go to the festival today for a "surprise" at the end of the day. She knew a lot about Ruby because he was an open book so she already knows he's going to try to be a gentleman around her to impress you.

The only problem is how to get both of you talking and Ruby confessing to you. It would just have to be something Olivia has to come up in her mind and hopefully fast before the day is over.

"What games do you want to play first?" asked Ruby to Olivia as they walked through the festival. Ruby slowly tries to grab Olivia's hand but he keeps on backing out.

Olivia looks ahead and she sees you talking to Monse at a table while Cesar was getting her some food.

You turned your head and your face suddenly changed. You started to stare when you saw Olivia and Ruby holding hands while walking past you.

"Y/N? You okay?" asked Monse leaning towards you to see your face again. You quickly look back at her with a fake smile plastered on your face..

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm great actually." you said and Cesar came back to the table with food, saving you from Monse's response.

-

Throughout the day, wherever you were, Ruby and Olivia were at the same place. You see Ruby treating Olivia like the good guy he was and you feel a type of way.

"Y/N, I got us tickets for a drive in a few blocks here. Do you want to go?" asked Rome, the guy who was talking to you all week and who you were hanging out with all day.

"Um, sure. Give me a few minutes."  you said and he grew a bright grin and walked back to his car.

You were standing at the entrance of the festival with your phone out checking on the time. The festival was almost over and people were starting to leave and the workers were starting to take it down.

"I hope Olivia didn't lie to me. It's already bad enough that she has the guy I really want." you said underneath your breath as you start to look around you to see anything out of normal. 

You give up and you start walking to Rome. By the time you get there, you see him making out with another girl on the driver's side of his car.

You stare at them with stink eyes for a few moments until you fake cough. It caused Rome and the girl to stop and his eyes widened seeing you with a furious face and your arms crossed against your chest. 

"Y/N! I can-"

"F*ck you, Rome. I was actually starting to like you but you're just like every single guy in Freeridge: players." you shouted at them and turned around, walked away angrily.

You walked back to the entrance and started to call your mom to pick you up. After the call, you walk over to the swings and start to swing slowly as you wait for your mom to pick you up.

It was too true to be true. For once, you wish somebody here would stay with you and not have anybody by their side as a fun toy.

"You know, I could treat you better than that jerk."

You turn your head to the right to see Ruby looking at you on the next swing.

"Trust me. I know you could. You're way better than them." you said.

"Thanks for the acknowledgement, Y/N." said Ruby and you nodded with a smile. 

"I guess I won't ever find the person who really likes me and actually wants to be with me for years." you said and looked down with a sad face on your face.

"You can find him in seconds." said Ruby and you looked back up and back at Ruby with a confused face.

Ruby got up from the swing and got in front of you on the swing to be in front of him.

"Y/N...I really like you. You're on my mind every second of the day and I don't know what I'm going to do if I don't have you soon in my arms and call you mine. I would have treated you like the princesa you are today at the festival if you were with me. I would make your world everyday if you just be with me. Please, princesa." said Ruby finally confessing his feelings for you.

Ruby slowly grabs both of your hands and pulls you off of the swing. You looked at him with a small smile as a tear started to fall down your right eye.

"Princess, why are you crying?" asked Ruby as he slowly wiped the tear coming down your cheek with his left hand softly.

"It's just nobody hasn't told me that before that I never actually believed it." you said with watery eyes. Ruby smiled softly as he started to caress your left cheek with his left hand.

"Can you be my princesa, Y/N?" asked Ruby as he holds your chin with his left hand while staring into your eyes.

You nodded and Ruby slowly kissed you. You felt warmth going through your soul and full of happiness.

"Finally!"

You and Ruby quickly turn your heads to the direction of the voice, ending the kiss to see Olivia jumping up and down with her phone that she was recording the whole scene in her hand.

"I have a feeling this was the 'surprise' I was expecting today." you said while looking at Olivia with a smile in her face and squealing at the same time due to the cuteness of both of you.

"And I have a feeling of kissing you again." said Ruby looking at you. He pulls your face to connect your lips with his again. 

Ruby was over the moon, finally getting what he really wanted forever: you.

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**1946**

Donny had never read a book in his life, but there he was, sitting on a recliner, holding one. A parenting book, no less, surrounded by stacks of pages filled with baby names, and warnings, diagrams and possible allergies.

He had always been the guy that never had to try real hard to be good at something...but he wanted to be the best at this.

He knew he could nail the whole 'game of catch' thing...but he wanted to be so much more than that. 

He wanted to be that dad.

So he got his hands on every thing he could, went with you to every single doctor's appointment.

Still, he'd never admit he was nervous.

"Come on, me? Psh..." He'd chuckle as he'd quickly rifle through the pages, quizzing himself. As the months went by, he got a bit too paranoid. "Come on doll, I'll do the dishes, don't-"

You laughed, "Donny, I'm a nurse, I know what I'm doin' love."

He'd sigh, and wonder why you were always so stubborn.

He was sitting on the couch, and you were stretched out over his lap. Both of you were just about ready for bed, when you felt a little kick.

You chuckled sleepily, "Guess who's up."

Donny laughed, "Oh we got a little rebel, huh?" You took Donny's hand, and put it over your stomach, just in time to feel another little kick.

Part of Donny's hand was scarred from the fire in the theater. He was proud of what he'd done, but he wondered if his skin was too rough to hold his baby... And sometimes, he didn't know his own strength, what if he-

"Hey..." You knew that look, "You're gonna be a great dad."

"What if...what if I'm not ready...."

You glanced at the mile high stack of baby books in the corner, and chuckled, "Don't sell yourself short, love."

He smirked, "Me? Never. Ain't that right, kid?"

He felt another kick, and laughed, "Well, Y/n, you thought I was bad, now I got a teammate."

You muttered, "Don't even start with that, you basterd." and Donny smirked, "Don’t curse in front of the baby!"

You sighed, and leaned back agaisnt his lap. Something told you that kid was going to take after Donny. The  baby was already restless enough.

You were just beginning to fall asleep, when you felt something else...

Not quite a kick, or turn...nothing like you'd felt before.

You shifted a little, and thought maybe it was nothing.

But you couldn't be wronger...

You felt it again, minutes later.

Your eyes shot open, "Oh..."

Donny mumbled, half asleep, "Yeah doll?"

"Oh no..." You sat up, and Donny shot to his feet. "What do ya mean 'oh no?' Are you alright?! What's ha-"

You suddenly groaned in pain and doubled over, as you managed to mumble through clenched teeth, "It's time..."

"It's ti..IT'S TIME. OK. oK?! I'LL DRIVE YOU TO....NO! AMBULANCE. THAT'S"

"Donny."

"WhAT?!"

"Stay calm."

"I aAM calm."

You rolled your eyes,  and chuckled, "Stay calm. Breathe."

"I'm FUCKING CALM Y/N, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. OK. WE CAN DO THIS..."

"Fucking....ok.... Donny, there's no time. Listen...this baby is-" You groaned again, and he reached for your hand.

You nearly broke his in your iron grip.

He didn’t really mind. "Doll?"

"Call the midwife. This kid is coming right now."

"Right now-right now? Or right-now in a few hours?"

"RIGHT NOW RIGHT NOW, DONNY. GO."

He couldn't help but smile, "OK, I GOT IT."

"WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?"

"WHY ARE YOU SCRE....Oh right.... Ok, I'll be back, just...here," He helped you back down, and then rushed down the hall. It hurt his knee to run, a remnant from the night the war ended, but he knew you hurt so much more, so he ran. He ran for you.

He passed a room painted in pastel and bright colors, and he slowed down a little, his hand brushing against the doorway as he rushed to the phone, a little smile beginning to play on his lips, for a brief moment. 

You started controlling your breathing, looking down, you sighed, with a laugh "Just as impatient as your father." You could hear Donny, all the way on the other side of the house as he called the midwife.

Every other word that came out of his mouth was a four-letter-word.

The widwives understood, but, it was a bit embarassing for you.

It was then that you heard him say "I AM FUCKING CALM," just before hanging up.

He was in fact, not fucking calm.

It wasn't long before the midwife showed up.

"Mr. Donowitz, please."

He stopped in his tracks. He still wasn't used to being called that.

He still worked in his father's barber shop, and there, everyone still called him Donny.

Good old Donny. He hadn't changed a bit...everyone said so.

It was that, or a journalist or two popping by for an interview, and calling him sergeant out of respect.

But ‘mister’?

He still wasn't used to that...

But he was used to following orders, and in a way, it calmed him down. . "Hot water and clean towels. Go."

Donny brought everything in, and found that you were no longer in the living room.

"Y/n?!"

He heard a pained and rather annoyed "WHAT?!"

He couldn't help but smile a little as he rushed to the bedroom, and set everything down.

And stood there.

The midwife shook her head, and tutted "Out out out out!"

Donny was a little taken back, "Out?"

"Nervous husbands always bungle something up!"

"I'm not nervous!" Donny got a bit defensive, and pouted a bit.

Any other moment you would’ve found that absolutely adorable...but not now.

The midwife rolled her eyes, "No. You're damn near shitting yourself."

In the blink of an eye, he found himself outside. That lady had quite some experience with doting husbands. And now, she had quite some experience with veterans, who all swore they weren’t nervous (and then ended up getting concussions or stitches from passing out).

"But-"

The door slammed in his face, and he sighed.

He figured he'd get some air...he'd never admit it, but the midwife was right.

He made his way to the front yard and started pacing around.

He could hear the screams and somehow, his heart was racing faster than it ever did in the war.

Then he heard something he hadn't heard you say in years...and somehow this time it sounded like you meant it, "I'M GONNA KILL YOU. I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU WHEN THIS IS OVER! FUCK!"

Donny couldn't help but grin a little. He made his way to the window, and peeked in, "Yeah? That's what you said in Lyo-"

The midwife grumbled something Donny only ever heard basterds and sailors say, as she grabbed the curtains and shut them.

Donny sighed, leaned against the wall, and lit a cigarette to calm his nerves.

He put the lighter back in his pocket, and felt a piece of paper.

He pulled it out, and smiled.

It was a letter from Aldo. It was addressed to both of you. A congratulations, and a few name suggestions (Aldo was a good name for a boy, ya know). And a promise to come visit the "lil 'un" soon.

Donny sighed and put the letter back in his pocket. He'd gotten a letter like that from each of the basterds. Each one giving some advice or name.

Each one being a bit of a cheeky basterd.

Donny smiled, he missed them, the way they all sat around together. All the things they lived through together... There were things he wished he could forget, but, he did miss those boys. Still, he wouldn't give up the life he had now for anything in the world.

Suddenly, the memories flew away and his feet were back on the ground.

He was back.

And he could hear the screaming intensify.

It was unsettling...

He furrowed his brow, and tried to get it together for your sake.

"Y/n?!"

You'd gone through a whole war together. War came with bullets. It came with pain. It came with bombers and fear and grenades.

He'd never heard you like that before, and it terrified him.

He panicked.

He didn't give a fuck what the midwife said. He didn't care what anyone said.

Most fathers stood around with cigars in a waiting room.

But Donny had been with you, and you were with him, during the worst moments of the war. He was dead set on being with you in the scariest/best day of your lives.

He set out his cigarette, and matched back in, slamming the door open, as the midwife sputtered incredulously, "MR. DONOWITZ-"

"Look nurse," he rolled up his sleeves, "Me and Y/N been through a lot together. We went to war together, we came back together. Let me be here for this. Just tell me what to do."

"Alright! alright!" She turned to you and chuckled, "You're right, he is a stubborn one."

You managed to smile a little.

He did everyrhing he was told to do, but it didn't make it any less scary.

You looked like you were in so much pain, it killed Donny to not be able to do anything about it.

"IS SHE ALRIGHT?!"

His heart tied a knot in his throat as he was thrown back to what was one of the darkest moments in the war. A grenade had been thrown, Utivich was holding you, you were covered in your own blood, and Donny was wide-eyed, demanding to know "IS SHE ALRIGHT?!"

Suddenly he heard an answer, back in the present.

Along with a chuckle.

"She's alright, Mr. Donowitz, just perfectly fine."

He smiled down ar you "Hear that, doll? You're doin great, just breathe..." He moved some hair away from your face as he held your hand and looked back at the midwife. "And the kid? How's my kid?"

You narrowed your eyes, "Your kid? Your fucking kid Donny are you fucking kidding me?!"

He laughed and kissed you on the forehead, "Sorry, sorry, our kid."

"I swear if you even THINK OF HAVING ANOTHER ONE..."

Donny smiled, "I know, doll, I know."

The midwife chuckled as she looked up, "One more push now, Mrs."

Donny smiled and looked down at you. For a moment, everything stood still...

Mrs. The word rang in his ear and he couldn't help but think of the first time he saw you, lined up with all the other basterds. His heart had skipped a beat and he grimaced as he tried to keep you out, thinking "Come on, now...that aint ever gonna happen..."

And here you were.

Mrs.

He smiled and snapped back, just in time to see a soft green towel being wrapped around a tiny little thing.

In that moment, there was music again in Donny’s world, no longer drowned out by engines, boots, and guns.

The first note was a loud, defenceless cry, and it broke his heart.

The moment he laid eyes on the baby, he knew that kid would break his heart every time he heard that little cry.

A part of him couldn't believe it, as the midwife held up the baby, he managed to blurt out, "B....baby..."

You laughed as a wave of relief and love like you'd never known before, as the midwife walked over with the baby. "Yeah, Don...a baby."

The midwife smiled, "Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Donowitz, it's a beautiful baby girl!" Mr. Donowitz...not a sergeant anymore... Mrs. Donowitz...not corporal L/N anymore.

She set the baby down in your arms and you couldn't bear to take your eyes off her, that tiny little thing. Your heart was heavy in that moment, knowing that baby would get hurt as she grew up. She'd scrape her knee, she'd lose a teddy bear, she'd fall off a bike, she'd fall in love, then fall out and back again.

You looked at Donny smiling, knowing you'd both be there for her along the way.

The moment the baby looked at Donny, she stopped crying.

You smiled and said, "You know you'll have to help eventually."

Donny chuckled as he planted a soft kiss on your forehead and said, "I know doll."

He hesitated a little.

She looked so small compared to his hand as he reached out. And.... He was known for his brute strength. A million questions and worries filled his head.

Then the midwife nudged him with a chuckle, "Go on then, dad."

Dad...

He was barely getting used to being called Mr. Donowitz...

But his heart melted when he looked at the baby and he thought '...I'm a dad...'

You nodded at him and smiled, "it's ok, Don."

He then took his baby girl in his arms and his whole world lit up.

He sat on the bed by you, only then realizing his knees felt like jelly from all the emotion.

"So, what are we gonna name her?"

Donny smirked, "Ya know...Aldo suggested Aldora. Said it's 'respectable as all hell.'"

You laughed a little, "Maybe....not..."

Donny chuckled as he looked down at the baby, and softly rubbed the back of his finger on her cheek. She babbled and nestled into his arms.

"Maybe Leah?"

You smiled and nodded "Leah..."

Donny smiled softly, thinking of all the things he wanted to teach her.

As soon as she could walk he was planning on teaching her how to bat.

But...he sighed softly seeing just how tiny the baby was, and thought there would be enough time for that later.

"Hi Leah," he chuckled as he rocked her a little.

She wrapped her hand around his finger and his heart practically burst, but all he could say was a loving little "Lee..."

He wrapped an arm around you as you both looked at your baby, "Aldo’s gonna be real disappointed, huh?"

Donny chuckled as he watched Lee fall asleep, "Gee, that's too bad, huh doll..."

In that moment, his life was full. His knee didn't hurt. He didn't worry about hurting his baby. He realized he was just being paranoid all along.

In other words...he was just being a dad.

But... If anyone else ever hurt his baby, well then...he had a bat he could dust off.

But that's besides the point.

You were together now, back in Boston.

It was clear now that the war was over this time.

He looked around and saw what he was fighting for.

He didn't care what Aldo thought. Save that earful for the reunions.

He cared about you and Leah.

When he was with his family, nothing else seemed to matter.

Not Kino, not the war, nothing else.

Just you, and Leah... And he was sure he could convince you to have another one...maybe two...

Either way, this was enough.

The medals and the newspapers and history books would speak for themselves.

But for Donny, maybe the civilian life was something he could get used to again.

Just Mr. And Mrs. Donowitz, from now on, with a little one... or two...

To Donny, that was more than enough.

[bigoltrashpile]

Maybe "What are you doing in my bed?!" and "Aw, has playing hard-to-get." (Both smut) with Slim x F!Read x Butch? -StellX

Of course!  I’m fine with most kinks, except for like, toilet stuff, you know?  But yeah, dp is just fine in my book!  I wasn’t sure if you meant double pen as in one dick per hole, or both in one, but I’m going to do both in one because I find that hotter.  Anyway, here we go, under the cut obviously.

You hummed happily as you kicked your shoes off, announcing your presence with a small “I’m home!”  You knew that Butch would be on you in seconds, it was his day with you after all.  He wasn’t about to waste it.

You’d learned early on in your odd relationship that sharing was the best way to stop the two of them from fighting every five minutes.  Slim and Butch didn’t get along most of the time, and would often get angry or sad when you gave one of them attention rather than the other.  Hence the taking turns thing you had going on.

Just as you predicted, Butch had appeared behind you while you were hanging up your jacket.  “hey doll, ya have a good day at work?” he asked, kissing you softly on the lips.

You smiled as he parted from you.  “Yeah, it was okay, but I’m much happier now that I’m home with you,” you said sincerely.

Butch flushed a little, adjusting his tie awkwardly.  “heheh, yer too sweet,” he chuckled.  “but, uh, i’ve got a lil’ surprise in yer room, if ya wanna come check it out,” he offered.

You wiggled your eyebrows at him teasingly.  A “surprise in your room” either meant a new set of lingerie or some kinky toy he wanted to try out.  “Of course, let me just grab something to eat and I’ll be right up.”  You kissed him on the cheek, before dashing to the kitchen.  You gobbled down a granola bar and grabbed some water bottles.  You knew you would thank yourself later.  With supplies in hand, you climbed the stairs to your room.

“Okay Butch, what do you have for me-what are you doing in my bed?!”  You cut yourself off as you saw the form of Slim laying on your bed.  He seemed utterly relaxed, hands behind his head, shirt unbuttoned.

Butch, sitting next to him, laughed at your reaction.  “the two of us thought that we should show ya how much ya actually mean to us, instead of fightin’ all the time.”

Slim nodded, sitting up to properly look at you.  “yeah, we argue way too much.  it’s high time we worked together to make ya feel good.”

Your face flushed a little at their words, already growing wet from the thought of having both of them at the same time.  “I-I mean, I’m perfectly fine with it if you guys are!  That sounds like a lot of fun!”

Slim whooped.  “hell yeah, this is gonna be great,” he cheered. 

Butch scoffed.  “she only said yes ‘cause i asked.”

“yeah right, we both know she likes me better.”

“you wanna fuckin’ go, ashtray?” Butch snarled.

“Guys!  Stop it,” you interrupted, getting in between the two of them, dropping the water bottles as you went.  “We don’t need this dick measuring contest right now, I thought you guys were supposed to be working together.”

They looked properly ashamed of themselves.  “heh, sorry honey,” Slim apologized.   “we’ll try better, alright?  for now though, how about ya strip fer us?”

You rolled your eyes, but began to pull your shirt off anyway.  “Why?  Are you guys too lazy to do it yourselves?”

“nah, we just wanna see ya get yerself naked,” Butch purred, eyes already roving over your exposed skin.  He was unbuttoning his own shirt without taking his sight off of you.

You flushed at the feeling of both of their eyes watching you intently.  You knew you should slow down, savor the moment, but right now, all you wanted was for them to fuck you.  Your clothing was quickly thrown off, and you were soon naked in front of them.  

For a moment, they stared at you and you stared at them.  They were both so handsome in different  ways.  Butch was thick and had a strength in his bones that you could practically sense, even if you hadn’t been thrown around and manhandled by him before.  He had scars all over his body, including an especially deep one, a slash across his chest.  Slim was thin and tall, not quite as thick as Butch, but just as strong.  He didn’t have as many scars, just one large one across his neck.  You took every opportunity to kiss it and let him know that it didn’t make you love him any less.

Butch seemed to have grown impatient, because he grabbed your hips roughly and yanked you onto his lap.  You could feel his magic forming, his hardness rubbing at your bare sex.

Slim stood up and walked behind you, nibbling your neck.  You gasped and let your head fall to the side, giving him more room to work.

“heh, ya like this, don’t ya?” Butch chuckled.  He reached down and tested your wetness, moaning softly at the feeling of how drenched you already were.  He slipped a finger inside and you gasped.

Butch laughed softly, and you could feel Slim grinning against your neck.  Butch slowly slid his finger in and out, adding another after a few minutes.  It was quickly followed by a third and you moaned at the beautiful stretching sensation.

“nyeh heh, i think she’s ready for ya,” Slim teased.  You nodded your head frantically, unable to form any words besides desperate sounds.  

“fuck yeah, i’m sure as hell ready,” Butch groaned.  He yanked his fingers out of you, quickly replacing them with the head of his dick.  He gave you a wink before shoving you onto his cock, and you shrieked.  No matter how many times the two of you fucked, you would never get used to how thick he was, how much he stretched you out every single time.

Slim went back to the bed, watching with fascination the sight of Butch pounding into your tiny pussy.  “fuck, that’s so sexy,” he groaned.  He summoned his own dick and began to stroke himself to the pace that Butch was fucking you.

“mm, yeah, rub her clit while ya hit her g-spot,” Slim mumbled to Butch.  For once, Butch listened to him, reaching down to furiously stroke your clit.  He pushed himself in to the hilt, just barely rubbing against that beautiful spot inside you.  Your eyes rolled back and Slim moaned.  “do it again, she squirts like a fuckin’ fire hose when ya do that.”

Butch panted with exertion as he continued pounding into you, still rubbing your clit.  All the stimulation was quickly getting to you, and you felt yourself growing close.  You whined and clung to Butch’s ribs.  He pushed inside you, hitting your g-spot firmly, and you came, squirting all over his dick.

You shook as Butch kept fucking you through it, extending your orgasm so long it felt like you would black out.  You panted as you finally came back to earth, Butch petting your hair soothingly.

“that was so amazin’,” he praised.  “ya look so hot, cummin’ all over my cock like that.”

“it’d be easier to make her squirt if ya had a longer dick,” Slim teased lightheartedly.

“you’re just mad ‘cause i’m thicker than you.”

“you’re just mad ‘cause-”

“Wait wait wait, did you guys really have a dick measuring contest?  I was joking earlier, I didn’t think you actually would!” you laughed breathlessly.

They both grinned and laughed.  “’course we did.  we’re a bunch of dudes, what do ya think the first thing we did after we got to this universe was?  after panicking, of course,” Slim joked.

The three of you giggled over that fact for a few moments.  You’d almost forgotten that Butch was still inside you until you felt him throb inside you.

“Oh!” you gasped.  “You didn’t get to cum yet, did you?”

Butch chuckled.  “nah, but that’s alright.  trust me, i’m gonna cum plenty when we get to the main event.”

Your eyes widened.  “T-This isn’t the ‘main event?’”

“nope,” Slim interrupted.  His hands joined Butch’s cock, and he gently prodded his finger around the tight skin.  “just you wait ‘til i get inside ya too.”

“B-both of you?” you gasped.  “At the s-same time?”

“if that’s okay with ya?” Slim asked, eyebrows furrowing.

You thought over it for a moment.  On the one hand, it seemed a little scary.  They were both…well-endowed.  However, you loved and trusted them.  They wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, plus you knew it would feel amazing for all three of you.

You nodded and Slim grinned.  He carefully slid his finger in alongside Butch, and you gasped.  Just the one finger along with Butch’s cock felt heavenly!  Butch gently moved the two of you to the middle of the bed, and Slim scooted into place behind you.

They began to gently move you up and down again, Slim adding another finger when he felt you were ready.  With his fingers inside you, Slim was able to guide Butch’s dick right into your most sensitive places, and the sensation made you cum again.

Pretty soon, you were begging them to both fuck you.  “P-please, Papy, please, it’s so good, I need you inside, please!”

Slim kissed your neck again.  “cum one more time honey, we want ya nice and loose, don’t wanna hurt ya.”

You came one more time, squirting all over them both, head thrown back on Slim’s shoulders.  You felt Butch throb inside you, desperate to cum, but he managed to hold back.

“s-shit, i think she’s ready,” Butch panted.

“fuck yeah, we’ve waited long enough,” Slim agreed, he lined his member up with your entrance.  “ya still good to go?” he asked you.

You could only nod, babbling incoherently.  Taking that as a yes, Slim carefully, slowly began to slide inside you.

Just the tip was inside you, and you’d never felt so full in your entire life.  The pleasure was overwhelming, and you felt a few tears escape.  Slim paused while Butch kissed your tears away.  After a quick check to make sure you were okay, he kept going.  

They only paused twice more to check in with you, and both times you were doing amazing.  The burn of the stretch, along with the feeling of being sandwiched between the two of them was just so good, you never wanted it to end.  

Finally, they were both hilted all the way inside you, and your small group paused to adjust.  You could barely breathe it felt so good!  If you thought you’d felt full before, you hadn’t known what feeling full truly was.  This was just too good, having both your boyfriends at once.

“d-dammit, f-feels sooo good,” Slim moaned breathlessly.  “c-can feel you, butch!”

“shit, same here, ya both feel amazin’!” Butch groaned.  “can i move now?  i don’t think i can hold back.”

You nodded eagerly and Slim agreed.  Slowly, Butch slid out, before moving back in.  Slim did the opposite movements, moving out as he slid in.  This way, you were never empty, and they both had constant stimulation, whether it be from the other’s dick or your walls.

Even at the agonizingly slow pace, it didn’t take long for the pleasure to become too much.  You could feel yourself clenching around them both, even more then you already were, and you trembled in their grasp.

“I-I think I’m gonna cum,” you moaned.

“me t-too, feels so fuckin’ good,” Slim gasped.

“cum fer us, sweetheart, let us feel ya squeezin’ us,” Butch ordered, and that’s all it took for you to come undone.

You gushed around them both, squirting for a third time.  Your eyes rolled back and your pussy greedily clenched around their dicks, as if unwilling to let go.  At the feeling, they both came inside you, almost simultaneously.  The feeling of hot, sticky cum filling you was incredibly hot, and you moaned even louder.

After what was probably the hardest orgasm of your life, you panted and leaned against Slim’s chest.  You fumbled for his skull, pressing your lips to his teeth as soon as you could.  He smiled into the kiss, and you quickly grabbed Butch’s vertebrae, pulling him to your mouth.  You kissed him as well, before falling back, limp and utterly blissed out.

Both of their cocks disappeared inside you, and you winced at the sudden empty feeling.  Butch carefully gathered you in his arms and carried you to the bathroom.  He set you down in the tub like you were made of porcelain, turning on the water.  He made sure it was a good temperature before climbing in behind you.

You hummed and leaned against his chest, his ribs acting like a strange, but soothing massage.  It was then that you realized someone was missing.  

“Slim?” you asked hoarsely, cracking your eyes open.  He was standing awkwardly in the door of the bathroom, fiddling with his fingers.  “Are you going to join us?”

“…” he hesitated.  “i mean, it’s still his day with you.  i don’t wanna intrude or anythin’…”

“aw, he’s playing hard to get,” Butch said in a teasing tone.  “get in here, ya big baby.  we just fucked our girlfriend half to death, i think ya have the right to cuddle in the tub too.”

Slim’s face lit up and he eagerly climbed in, on the opposite side of the tub.  Thank the stars that they had huge bathtubs.  Slim massaged your legs while Butch cleaned you off and you sighed blissfully.  “I love you two,” you mumbled as your eyes slid shut.

“we love ya too,” Butch whispered, kissing the top of your head.

“wouldn’t trade ya for the world,” Slim agreed.

As you gently fell asleep, you had to agree.  You wouldn’t trade them for anything.

[harry-styles-sunflower]

Meeting You In The Hallway Part 3

a/n: HII lovely people! I hope you are all doing well today! This is part 3 of Meeting you in the Hallway.

What it is: You move into the apartment across the hall from Harry and you begin a friendship which you both want more from but can’t communicate that want.

Word Count: 4k 

Warning: fluff, angst, cursing, and sexual tension again bc why not.

Lil fun fact: new character in this part named Derek, there's ~some~ (honestly a lot of truth) truth to this character. Different name obvs. If you wanna picture somebody, picture Jacob Elordi, because that’s kind of what the real dude looks like.

Pls reblog if you like it 😊 Thank you for all the support so far! Means the fuckin world! Lot of dialogue in this one, let me know if yall like that or not. I think there will be one more part which will wrap this all up. 

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You both decided to just sit in silence after you ate, just laying your heads back.

"Do you have morphine?"

"Harry just because I work in a hospital doesn’t mean I have hard drugs lying around my apartment"

"Thought you could sneak some, excuse me" he waves his hands up in surrender.

You sigh, "No, there's a thing called inventory that gets checked every day. And what is it with you and morphine?"

"What do you mean?"

"It was in your song yesterday"

His head quickly looks over at you, "You remember yesterday?"

"I remember everything before the tequila shots" you pinch the bridge of your nose.

"Oh okay" he avoids your question about morphine and maybe if you didn't have a headache you'd keep pushing for an answer.

Your phone rings and it’s an odd looking number, its 10 digits long.

"Har, look at this number"

He looked over before laying his head back against your couch, "Its European"

"European?" you picked up, "Hello?"

"y/n?"

"Yeah who's this?"

Harry was listening, just didn’t show it.

"Hey um, it’s me, Derek. I don’t know if you remember me"

"Oh yeah. Sorry give me a sec." You pressed the mute button, double checked it was on, then whisper yelled, "holy fucking shit!!"

"What? Who's Derek?"

"This guy I had a hugee crush on in college. He was a year above me. We helped each other in Psych. We wo- hold on I need to answer him" you unmuted the call.

"Hey Derek"

"Hey um I was just wondering if you still lived here? In New York. I'm here for a trade meeting."

"Trade meeting?"

"Yeah with my agent, remember? Basketball?"

"Oh yeah, right. Okay. Um yeah I actually live in the city now"

"Oh, that’s great. Did you wanna grab dinner sometime? I’m here until Friday"

"Y-yeah we could settle on something"

"Okay. I'll uh text you a time and date"

"Yeah okay. Cool"

"Cool. Uh bye"

"Bye" you hung up quick. "Holy shit"

"That was the worst conversation I've ever heard in my life" he laughed.

"Shut up we were both nervous" you hit him with a pillow.

"Who is he again?"

"Long story short, we took Psych together in college and he was on the basketball team so every girl was obsessed but we would hang out all the time. A few nights before he graduated, we had like a moment. It was so romantic," you blushed thinking about it and Harry hated it, "and well, the next week he was gone to play basketball in Europe. It was like maybe right person but wrong time?" Harry swallowed before facing you, "Does that mean you see a future with him? If it was right person, wrong time?"

You looked at him and shook your head, "A girl could dream but I don’t know. I don't think I know him the way I used to you know? It's been like 4 years."

"But you're going on a date"

"No harm in that, right?" For some reason it was like you wanted his permission.

"Yeah, I guess, you said he played basketball in Europe?"

"Yeah, his name is Derek Belov, he's really tall."

"Belov? You're joking me."

"I'm not, you know him?"

"Yeah," he shrugs, "he's big over there. Only over there I guess."

You shrug, "I could honestly care less about it. He's a cool guy in general"

"I have a headache, I'm gonna lay down" he says as he adjusts himself on your couch and puts his feet in your lap. He puts your tv on and watches the office.

You check your phone and Derek had texted you about seven minutes ago. It’s alright though because you didn’t want to seem too excited. You two began texting and settled on a date that night. He swore he didn’t need to fight off the jetlag so you agreed. He'd pick you up at 6, It was almost noon now, so you had plenty of time.

"I'm leaving at 6, he'll pick me up."

"The least he could do, will it be a limo?" you could hear the bitterness in his voice but you blamed it on his hangover.

"No." you slid down your couch and harry tucked your feet under his arm while keeping his eyes on the tv.

You stayed like this for a while, you set an alarm for four o'clock so you wouldn't let time escape.

"Har, when was the last time you went on a date?" you wondered if this could answer your question from last night. If Harry was hooking up with somebody.

" I don't know why?"

"Well like years, months, weeks?"

"Month or so I guess"

"Oh okay, I was just wondering. I guess you could relate to me then. Dating life."

"Yeah sure"

He was being super dismissive and you hated it. You were tired of it actually. You sparked 0 conversation and once your alarm went off, he went back to his apartment and you got ready.

 ~~~

When harry got back to his apartment he felt angry. Angry with the way you spoke about that Derek guy. The fact that you were going on a date with him. He wanted to ruin your plans but he knew he couldn't be selfish. He felt bad for not being the supportive friend he knew you wanted in that moment. With a big sigh and heavy heart, he walked across the hall and knocked on your door 3 times.

You slowly went to open the door, already annoyed with Harry, you opened it with an eyeroll.

"What Harry?"

"I've come in peace," he said with a cheesy smile, "Look I'm sorry for being dismissive earlier I was really just not feeling well and well I'm sorry. Can I help you pick out your outfit now or whatever a girlfriend of yours would do? I even volunteer to do your makeup"

You rolled your eyes and opened the door wider, " Fine. Help me pick an outfit and I wanna borrow the earrings you have on. I like the simple loop look" you said as you walked deeper into your apartment.

"Deal."

You walked into your bedroom where you had a black lace lingerie set on your bed. Harry pretended he didn’t see it as he sat down next to it on your bed.

"I think I might wear a blouse with some high waisted jeans?”

"Yeah I mean why not just go comfy. Wear sweats and a baggy tee. I could lend you one of mine." He winked towards you.

"Harry," you gave him a warning look, "We're having dinner at a restaurant, I'm not gonna wear sweatpants." you looked through your closet and grabbed some black high waisted skinny jeans and tossed them towards Harry. They hit him right in the chest.

"Hey," he grinned at you and laid the jeans flat on your bed. "So is your theme black tonight." he said referencing to the lingerie on your bed.

"Um, I don't know. I think I got too excited. I don't think I'm gonna actually wear it."

"How come? You don't want something to happen?" He hoped not but he kept that to himself.

"I don’t need lingerie to make something happen Harry." he loved your confidence but he hid his smile and nodded.

You grabbed a light blue silky button up blouse from your closet and turned around to face him. "So, I'm thinking tuck the shirt in, roll up the sleeves, and white vans?"

"Sounds.. good"

You nodded and stepped in between his legs from where he was sitting on your bed and then got down to your knees and reached under your bed reaching for a box. The sight made him want to pull you on top of him but he knew he couldn't. Were you teasing him? You pulled a small box and placed it on his lap. Which he was a little thankful because his bulge was only growing in his pants.

"It's my jewelry box, could you pick out some bracelets or something?"

"Yeah, okay" he nodded.

As he kept his head down you went behind him to take off your shirt. You buttoned it up and then jumped into your jeans. Once you finished you faced his front again.

"Should I leave the top two unbuttoned or three?" you said as you unbuttoned a third to show. It showed more cleavage but still wasn't too much.

He rubbed his head and looked anywhere but your chest for too long. "I think two is fine. Leave three for another time. It's still just the first date"

"Aw Harold, you think I'm getting a second date? You're getting better at this girlfriend thing."

"Yeah yeah, here" he passed you his choice of bracelets and his earrings that he took off and you put them on. You enjoyed the fact that you could do this with him.

He grabbed your wrist and turned you around slowly so you were facing your full-length body mirror. You saw him lift his cross necklace above his head and then over yours. He adjusted it between your breast which made you suck in a breath. He felt satisfied when he heard your breath hitch just little bit.

"For good luck." But really he wanted you to remember him while you were out.

You looked him in the eyes through the mirror and whispered, "You don't have to, I've never even seen you take this off"

"Don’t worry about it" He leaned forward and moved your hair to the side and kissed your cheek.

His lips lingered on your cheek for a bit until you heard a knock on your door. You both jumped and walked away from each other.

"I could get it if you want. I know you need to put your shoes on and whatever else."

"Y-yeah please." You felt so confused. You were so excited to go on this date but now you just wanted to stay home with Harry. Feeling his lips on your cheeks made you want to stay and feel his lips on yours. You finished tying your shoes and put some mascara and light makeup.

Harry approached the door and took in a deep breath. When he opened the door, Harry wanted to say "what the fuck" but he actually said,

"Hello, I'm Harry"

"Oh uh, I think I've got the wrong place"

"Looking for Y/n?" he fucking hated that he had to look up to this guy. Damn basketball player, his guess was 6"7. (Derek was actually 6"9)

"Yeah?"

"Yeah she's in here, come in"

"Oh okay," he crouched down just a little to walk. "Do you live here?"

"No across the hall, I'm Y/n's best friend" he grinned. They walked into your living room and took seats waiting for you. Derek nodded at Harry's answer and rubbed his hands against his thighs. Harry noticed his nervousness and debated whether or not to use this to his advantage.

"So where are you taking her?"

"A restaurant, near the Statue of Liberty."

"Nice. Been there before?" maybe with another woman?

"No, actually" Derek looked around like he was becoming impatient with Harry.

You walked out and Derek stood up instantly.

"Wow, y/n it’s so nice to see you," he said as he bent down to give you a hug. It was almost a 2-foot height difference. Harry looked away as it happened. You hugged him back remembering his smell. Some Armani cologne if you remember correctly. Different than Harry's Tom Ford one but why were you even thinking of Harry?

"You too. Let's go? I'm hungry."

"Still the same I see"

"Old habits die hard," you winked. "Har, close the door behind you?"

He nodded at you. You felt bad for some reason and walked over to him and gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks for everything," you smiled up at him.

"Yeah, no problem." he blushed but you couldn't tell in this lighting.

As you were walking out your apartment with Derek beside you, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You reached into your pocket behind you and saw Harry had texted you.

H: Let me know when you get home please? Or if you stay at his place? Just wanna know you’re okay. Xx

Y/n: most likely coming home H, I’ll let you know tho :)

Harry debated whether or not to ask if she wanted him to stay at her apartment but he didn’t want to intrude on her plans if she wanted to bring Derek back home. He hoped not. He decided to just not answer.

You and Derek approach the elevator and wait.

“I like your necklace, it’s nice”

“Oh yeah, thanks” you fiddled with it.

The elevator doors opened and you made small talk all the way until the restaurant. You had finally made it to Gigino’s, an Italian restaurant by the waterfront at Wagner Park. It was beautifully lit. You’d never been on a date quite like this one. After you finished ordering your drinks, you spoke up.

“I’m surprised you remembered me. It’s been so long”

"I honestly couldn't forget you" he smiled but looked down trying to hide from you.

You bit the inside of your cheek and reached over to put your hand over his. He looked different, more manly.

"How's the big dream been?"

"More exhausting than I thought it would be. I thought college ball was similar to professional but they're nowhere near close. How's nursing?"

"Good, I have many kids I like to think are my own. I work on the pediatric cancer floor."

"Oh wow, that must be tough"

"It can be, can also be rewarding."

"I'm sure you're great for the job"

"Thank you."

Your food came interrupting your conversation but you didn't really mind. You ordered tagliatelle with mixed shellfish. You nearly moaned at the first bite, it was so good.

"So, Harry.. Best friend he says?"

You laughed a little, "Yeah, the bestest." you couldn't believe Harry said that. You weren't mad, you were humored.

"How long have you known him?"

"Few months"

"He hang around a lot?"

"Derek? Why the 20 questions?"

"Sorry, sorry, I was just wondering. Threw me off I guess." He sipped his wine.

"It's okay. Um yeah, I moved in and we became really good friends. We're just always there for each other. That's all." Lies.com.

"Okay. Could I be honest though?"

"Yes," Here we go…

"He likes you."

"Oh my god Derek," you rubbed your temples.

"He does okay, a guy can tell. I really don't care though. I mean, you're here with me right now."

You didn’t know how to take his last comment. Was it cocky? Was it trusting? Genuine? You felt awkward. You just continued eating quietly.

"I'm sorry, I've gone and made this awkward haven't I?"

"Yep."

You had lost your appetite and so you told the waiter you'd like to take the rest home. Derek had finished his plate.

"Dessert?" the waiter asked with his thick Italian accent and gave you the menus. You looked it over and saw the chocolate covered strawberries with whipped cream. Your weakness.

"Do you still like chocolate covered strawberries?"

A little surprised you looked up from the menu and nodded. Derek ordered for you and bought himself a tiramisu.

"Surprised you remembered that too."

"y/n, I don’t think you realize that I was in love with you."

Was.

"Bullshit."

"I'm serious! I was. But I had to leave, my dad would've killed me if I didn’t continue his legacy in the game."

"Yeah I know, how is Mr. Bolev?"

"We don't talk."

"Oh." Now you made it awkward. This night was becoming… disastrous?

"Well, yeah I was. I wish I'd said it sooner, who knows what would've happened."

Maybe it was the wine, but you felt a little tingly. You sipped and squinted at him.

"Yeah, who knows?"

"Care to find out?" he grinned.

"Can't go back in time sweetheart."

"No but maybe I could show you something similar."

You laughed and stayed quiet as the waiter came out with your strawberries. He watched you as you ate your strawberries. You might've been doing it a little seductively if you were honest. You wiped the corners of your mouth with your finger and sucked on them lightly.

"Fuck," he mumbled and called the waiter over. "Check please?"

You laughed and drank your water. You’ve had enough wine.

"Do you wanna walk around the park?"

"Its dark," you leaned in to whisper, "There's rats. I've seen them"

"Holy shit, no way."

You nodded his way and he looked around nervously. You giggled at how big he was yet scared of a tiny, well sometimes big, rat. He paid quickly and grabbed your hand running out of there. You made it to his car and got in.

"So, where to?"

"Um where you got me from?"

"Right." You don’t know why, but you wanted to feel something. You wanted to see if there was anything there still. He was nice, but he wasn’t… he wasn’t what you thought you wanted anymore. If things went wrong you could blame it on the wine. You leaned across the center console before he could pull out of his parking spot and grabbed his face and kissed him. He kissed you back instantly and you felt nothing. Nada. You kissed him deeper trying to find something, anything. You just had a romantic dinner and now felt nothing? What sick game was life playing? He placed his hand on your hips and encouraged you get on top. You complied and straddled him. Now you felt something. He was already hard and he felt big. You had this internal battle in your head of whether you should grind on him or not. You didn’t want to give him the wrong intention. What were your intentions?

"You're here till Friday?" you asked breathing a little heavy.

"Yeah," he licked his lips and you kissed them again.

Maybe a hookup wouldn't be horrible. But maybe not on the first date.

"You free tomorrow?"

"Mhm," he kissed you and you leaned against his wheel setting the horn off. You both jumped and laughed. He put his hand on your cheek and kissed you softly. "Let’s get out of here?"

You nodded and he drove to your building.

"Do you wanna hang out tomorrow?" he looked over at you as he put the car in park.

"Yeah. I'll text you when I'm free and stuff."

"Okay." Maybe he expected an invitation upstairs but you weren't in the mood to give him one. You really wanted to go upstairs and knock on Harry's door. You wanted to hang out with him. Derek reached his hand over and played with your, actually Harry's, necklace. Little did he know... He tugged it lightly and leaned in towards you. You gave him a quick kiss and said goodnight. You practically ran inside wanting to change. You went into your apartment and changed into some pajama shorts and a baggy t shirt. You put your slippers on and walked across the hall and knocked three times. You heard harry yell a, 'finally!' before he opened the door. When he opened the door, it seemed it wasn't you he was expecting.

"oh, y/n?" his eyes were red.

"Who were you expecting? Are you crying?"

"No um no, and pizza."

"Can I come in?"

"Um I don’t think that's the best idea."

"Harry what's going on?"

He leaned against the door so you could walk in. Lo and behold he was watching The Vampire Diaries without you. It was the scene where Damon was trapped on the Other side and told Elena how much he loved her but she couldn't hear him.

"Are you serious?"

"I got bored okay!"

"Were you crying over this scene?"

"Maybe."

"Aw, poor baby." you walked up to him and pinched his cheeks.

"How was your date?" he said as he pushed your hands down gently.

You stayed looking up at him, "It was good, food was good," he kept eye contact with you and you didn’t even realize he was still holding your hand.

"He didn't walk you up?"

"No, I kind of didn't let him. I wanted to hang out."

He gave your hand a light squeeze and tried to hide his smile. "Doesn't sound like it went all that well then"

"It was fine Har," you dropped his hands and walked towards his couch. "I should be mad at you for watching without me."

"I know, will you ever forgive me?" you both sat on his couch and he helped you put your legs on him. His fingertips left little flames on your skin.

You take off his necklace and crawl up to him and put it back around his neck.

"Back where it belongs." you twisted a curl from behind his neck around your finger.

"Did you know I used to have my hair really long? Like up to my collarbones?"

"Really?"

"Yeah," he pulled out his phone and showed you a picture. He looked so young. So handsome.

"I think you should grow it back out." you giggled.

"How come?" he settled his arm on your knees as you were still facing him on your knees on his couch.

"I don’t know," you ran your fingers through his hair, "you look handsome either way."

"You think I look handsome?" he looked up at you.

You nodded, scared to speak. You thought maybe you'd say something you might regret. Like how much you wanted to kiss him. Or how you wished Derek smelled like him. Or how you thought of him from time to time. He looked away from you and cleared his throat.

"I guess I should finish this episode."

You nodded and went back to laying down on the other end of the couch. Harry felt confused. You had just gone on a date and come back to him and called him handsome. Did you like him or not? You interrupted his thoughts when you spoke up.

"We kissed," you felt like you had to tell him, yet he felt he could live without that information. "but I didn't feel anything. Like those sparks you're supposed to feel. I don’t know."

Harry stared at the screen and just listened. He didn’t want to hear that you kissed but he did like that you didn't like it.

"But I'm supposed to see him again tomorrow, now that I'm here I kind of don't want to."

Harry sighed and turned off the tv. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Y/n, do you feel anything for me? Because I'm honestly fucking confused. You go out on a date with some guy and then come back here, touching me in some ways. Call me handsome. The other night you put your fingers through my belt loop-" he caught what he was saying when you gave him a confused look.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Tell me"

"The other night, after my gig you were drunk and you pulled me towards you.. You didn't remember so I didn't remind you." He sighed heavily.

"Oh, I'm sorry I did that to you."

"I didn’t mind it"

"What's that supposed to mean"

You both sat up and faced each other. Sharing the middle cushion.

"Harry, do you feel anything for me?"

Part 4 is now up!

[dirt-cup-draco]

Gar x Reader

*So I basically binged Titans and it is now consuming me it is precious and amazing and I would die for all of them so here we are* LOOK AT THIS ADORABLE LIL BEAST 

Dick had stumbled upon you one day when some poor fool had made the mistake of trying to mug you. You were living on the streets and hadn’t had much to give anyway but nonetheless, the man that smelled like a bar had grabbed you and dragged you into an alley, a sweaty palm over your mouth. A knife was pressed lightly to your side but you squirmed and he made the weapon’s presence more of a threat. His rancid breath was nearly worse than his body odor. It smelled like he was sweating alcohol. It was enough to make you gag. “Quiet girl, I just want whatever money you got, valuables too, I don’ wanna kill you,” He’d said.

Dick had seen it all happen, swiftly making his way to the alley. Yet when he’d arrived you were taking care of yourself. With inhuman strength you had lifted the man above you, your arm stretched to it’s fullest length, your hand crushing the man’s throat. Dick had cleared his throat and you startled, dropping the attacker to the concrete. Cars sped passed and people walked along busy with their own problems, yet you didn’t take in any of it. You were merely staring at the man who had his eyes fixed on you in...curiosity? 

Your attacker scrambled to his feet, wheezing as his dirty hands gripped the newcomer’s jacket. “She’s crazy! Attacked me! You gotta help, call the cops or somethin’!” He begged yet the stranger’s eyes turned cold and he shoved the man away, telling him to fuck off. The attacker stumbled and then finally received the message as he sped away. You were unsure what to do. Maybe you could call it adrenaline? Say you worked out a lot? Why was he even still there?

“You alright?” Came his cool, steady voice. His eyes were narrowed but now there was a kindness to them. 

“U-um yeah, thanks, nothing I couldn’t handle,” You nodded, shoving your hands into your pockets. You started to walk out of the alley, planning to dip past the stranger and be on your way but he had other plans. 

“I saw what you did there, have you always been able to do that?” 

“Might I ask what you mean?” You said carefully, innocently. 

“Sorry but you don’t look like you should be able to lift a 6 foot something beer bellied jackass above your head,” You nearly laughed at his brutal honesty, yet you still didn’t answer. It wasn’t his business what you could or couldn’t do. 

“I think you’re seeing things,” You said, quickening your pace to get past him but he was fast, his hand coming to grip your arm. You could set him on his ass in the blink of an eye, you figured but you stilled instead. 

“I’m not here to hurt you, just want to offer you something.” You narrowed your eyes but listened. 

“I’m Dick Grayson, I’ve got some friends and they’re sort of like you. Not really, but they can do things that others can’t. You can do things other can’t. You could use it to help others if you wanted. We make a difference, it gives us a purpose when in civilian life we feel like we belong anywhere else. If you dont want to then I can offer a place to stay for the night. It’s warm and clean and we have food,” 

In just a short amount of time it was apparent he had deduced that you were on the streets. Your shoes were tattered, your clothes weren’t as clean as you’d like and  you were as jumpy as an alley cat. He had you pegged yet instead of feeling upset you had been intrigued. 

“Alright, I’m not so sure about your sales pitch but I wouldn’t say no to a place to stay for the night. Nice to meet you Dick, I’m Y/N.” 

He’d grinned a knowing smile, like he’d already known you wouldn’t only be there for one night. And he had been right. You had quickly found yourself at home with Kory and Rachel and most of all Gar. He was fun. You’d missed having fun. He restored in you a sense of freedom and childishness you hadn’t had since your uncle had died and you’d been left on your own. 

He’d been a great boxer, your uncle. The man had raised you since you were three, your parents passing after a mugging. It was what happened, it was rare to find anyone in your neighborhood that hadn’t lost someone to crime. And if they hadn’t, they were usually the one’s at fault. Your uncle had kept you prepared for life, teaching you everything he knew about life and what he learned in the ring, how to keep yourself safe if he wasn’t around forever. You were fourteen when he’d died of lung cancer. Two years on the streets and you’d held yourself together well. 

It was your uncle who had realized you had something different about you. You had always hit harder than anyone he’d ever known, a little girl taking down guys twice her size without batting an eyelash. And it wasn’t ever simple bruises either. You’d broken one other kids rib with a punch when you’d been practicing once. Your uncle and you had private lessons after that. You were taught how to hold back, but taught how to utilize your superhuman strength when you needed it. You missed him, he was the only family you had ever known. 

Yet you had found a new family, thanks to Dick. It was dysfunctional at times but it was still a family. That fact was only more obvious to you after all you’d been through in the past day or so. Gar and Rachel had raced off to find Angela and you had tagged along after some begging from your good friends. None of you had even gotten past the fence before you were surprised and overcome. You’d been tazed first, your world going dark as the electric pulses constricted your pulses and you shut down from the high voltage. 

You’d woken up in a cell, somewhat disoriented but the feeling had faded quickly. You’d rushed forward, hands going to the bars, pulling with all your strength. The metal had begun to bend and you had hope of getting out when several men stormed in, the one in the front standing before you and reaching between the bars with a stick lit blue at the end, pressing it firmly to your side before you could react. You jumped and hollered in shock as electricity made you spasm. You fell to the ground and slid back on the floor, out of reach. 

The men remained around your cell and monitored your actions. You sat in the center of the cell and kept your head down, trying to think. Where were Gar and Rachel? Had they gotten Angela yet? Were they also separated? It felt like a long time until there was a commotion, your head snapping up at the noise. One of the guards entered your cell, tugging you up roughly, keeping the stick near to remind you what would happen if you budged. The rest stormed down the hallway and you were led out as well. You heart had pounded in excitement when you noticed a shock of magenta hair. 

“Kory!” You exclaimed but it turned into a pained grunt as you were shoved to the ground, a boot connecting with your side as the weapon was placed against your arm, your arms and legs jerking in response to the currents running through your body. Another sharp kick was sent to your side and your skin burned where the stick had made contact. A roar erupted and screams ricocheted against the walls. Your eyes focused and you saw green among the crowd of guards. Kory was out of fire but she held her own. Dick took down more men then you could count and Rachel was ahead of them all. A mousy, yet kind looking woman had stood in the back. 

Dick was the first to your side, and then Rachel, followed by the rest as they helped you up. “I’m fine,” You reassured as you all resumed your pace through the building. Now that Angela had been found it was time for you to all get the hell out of there. You were in the back with Gar and you noticed the blood speckled just above the collar of his jacket, it was smeared around his mouth and his eyes were duller than usual. 

“Gar,” You spoke quietly, gaining his attention as the rest sped forward, you two close behind but far enough away you could talk. “What happened?” You nodded towards the blood stains and he shook his head, tears nearly pooling in his eyes and you felt guilty. “Sorry, you don’t have to answer,” You squeezed his hand in reassurance. He held on. 

“Thanks, Y/N, later,” Gar said, still unable to meet your eyes. 

The moment was broken however when Dick stopped as guards started flooding the tunnel you were all headed down. He broke a lever off a pipe and within moments all of the men were on the ground, bleeding, broken and down for the count. A woman stepped into the clearing, the clicking of her heels paused as she took in the wounded men in front of her. She was clearly outnumbered. Immediately she spun on her heel and was gone. Dick told the rest of you to go on while Kory and him held back.

Angela and Rachel went together and you waited for Gar, hand brushing against his in an invitation of comfort. He took it happily and squeezed it. You all stood out and waited for the two adults to arrive. You were going to speak to Gar but then a sharp explosion split the air, the building soon engulfed in flames as Kory swaggered out the front doors. You turned to Gar and he watched it burn with some satisfaction and some guilt swimming in his eyes.

Soon you were all boarded on a train, Dick on his own little mission. Gar collapsed into a seat next to you and Kory and announced Angel and Rachel had found seats up front but Kory held you two back, it was understandable they needed time together. Kory had seemed jumpy for a bit and then she was instructing you two to stay put. Gar looked uneasy but you were grateful for the moment alone. He had been there for you when you’d joined them to help Rachel and you’d be damned if you weren’t there for him. 

“Is it later now?” You questioned and he paused but then nodded. 

“I tore this guy apart, they’d had me in a cage, kept zapping me... Trying to see what I could do or something. I just took it... I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction, ya know? And then Rachel found me and I needed to get out and this damned guy.. he wouldn’t fucking run, Y/N. He asked for it. I bit him, did more than that really, I killed him,”  Gar’s voice shook and he looked smaller than you’d ever seen him. 

You leaned over your seat and threw your arms around his neck. “Oh Gar... You were defending yourself. You didn’t do anything wrong,” 

“I know that.... It didn’t feel wrong. Does that make me awful? That I don’t regret what I did?” His hand trailed up and down your back in distracted patterns and you shook your head, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye. 

“You could never be awful, you did what you had to, okay?” 

He nodded solemnly but then a second later his lips were twitching up. “I could never be awful, huh?” Your cheeks burned. 

“Oh shut up tiger boy,” You grumbled, yet you were happy to see his mood lightened.

“Not likely,” 

Yet he pulled you into his chair no matter how cramped it might be and you curled against him, the both of you drifted off. Too tired to be bothered by all you’d just gone through. Safe in each others company. 

[knives-out20]

TiO - Bobby & The Buddies

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairing: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth, StarBeep, DeepSpace,

Warnings: This is normal procedure now, Swearing, Faggotry, Gay shit idk, Homosexual tendencies, Another weird dark joke,

Notes: a ha ha...enjoy. Song used is TiO by Zayn. Dolly is an OC that belongs to my buddy, Dio.

Dedicated To: @mori-ohs​

Bobby practically put his lips against his mic, crooning into it. “I can taste it on your mouth, and I can’t leave it. You’re a freak like me- can’t you see? We can work this something out, and I’m believin’...You get off on me, it’s like cheating” he shrugged, pulling away to let Deep take control of the song he mainly wrote himself- Bobby helped with the sound of it, but the lyrics were all him.

“I, I, I, I just want to watch you when you take it off” Deep purred, eyes falling softly closed. His fingers strummed against his guitar as he saw fit, just like how he planned. “Take off all your makeup, baby, take it off-”

Bobby and Beep caught each other glanced over at Ace. “You know?” Bobby mouthed to him.

“You do too?” Beep mouthed back.

“Did I not yell ‘hypocrite’ the other day?”

“Take off all your clothes, and watch you take it off~”

“Fair” Beep mouthed, shrugging.

Bobby, Deep, and Beep sang “take if off, take it off, baby, just take it off” twice, Deep controlling the next verse.

“Push me up against the wall, don’t take it easy” Deep grabbed his mic stand, shaking his head. “You like it hard like me...it’s what you need” he scoffed, smirk just about noticeable.

“Nice song?” Peep asked, appearing by Ace.

“Let’s get naked and explore, our inner secrets. For what it is,”

Ace crossed his arms, looking down at him. “Surprising coming from you- doesn’t your brother singing like that make you uncomfortable?”

“It’s what it is.”

“I mean, duh” Peep playfully rolled his eyes. “But, you gotta suck it up. You’re in a band with family, can’t get in the way of the fact that you’re in a band, full stop.”

Ace nodded in agreement.

Peep looked up at him, wondering if he truly was unaware that the song’s main element was the fact that Deep wrote it about him.

Deep repeated the chorus, Damien taking on the next line.

AKA, “Take it off, take it off, baby just take it off.”

Bobby carried on with “take it off, take it off, just-”

“Take it off, take it off, baby just take it off- take it off, baby just take it off” Deep sang, a hint of genuine pleading in his voice. His eyes were still closed, who knows what was happening behind his eyelids?

“Ow!” Bobby exclaimed, the Buddies giggling all around him.

“He always do that?” Gene asked, appearing beside Peep.

Peep jumped, holding Ace’s arm as if he was gonna protect her.

Ace grinned.

“Uh- yea. Either to make us laugh, or if it’s part of a- of a suggestive song- like this one. It’s kinda his thing, y’know?”

Gene looked her up and down, nodding and walking off.

“God.” Peep sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, Ace.”

“No worries, Peep” Ace pat her head.

Deep straightened out his fingers, trailing them slowly up his microphone stand in a suggestive manner. “I just can’t wait, to see it all- I’m so turned on.”

“And it’s all mine” Bobby purred.

“I just can’t wait, to see it all- I’m so turned on” Deep riffed ‘on’, Peep, Bobby, and Beep catching Ace’s impressed expression from behind his excessive makeup. 

Deep delivered the final chorus, the other men of the Buddies taking on vocalizations, echoes, and backing vocals. He panted silently when he finished, hearing Frankie tap his drumstick together in applaud.

Ace joined in, with actual applaud. “Sick shit, Deep!” He called.

Deep chuckled, turning to look over his shoulder. “Ah, thanks” he nodded, the attention from the others slowly leaking off of him and onto other things. “Hey, Ace, wanna hear something?”

“You know it” Ace grinned, pointing at Deep with both pointer fingers. He walked towards Deep, towering over the man because of his platformed boots.

“I went to the store to buy some condoms. When I went to the checkout, the lady asked me, do I need a paper bag? I said ‘no, I’ll just turn out the lights.’“

Ace exploded in hyena-like laughter, some of the Buddies laughing along because they overheard. He doubled over, grabbing Deep’s shoulder to help him keep steady.

Deep looked at Ace’s hand on his shoulder, blushing lightly. Slowly, he put his hand over Ace’s to ‘keep it from slipping’, if he were to get asked why. 

Ace put his other hand on Deep’s other shoulder, pushing on them to help him stand back up. “Wow, man- wow,” he panted, dumbed down to a fit of giggles. “You ‘n’ your siblings really know your shit, huh? Joke-making and lyric-writing...what more could anyone want?”

Deep got his hopes up with that, eyes going slightly wide. “Wow, I mean- I dunno. Charisma? Looks? Good in the sack?”

Ace shrugged. “If you can make someone laugh, there’s a chance that’ll be all you need.”

Deep felt his hopes reach as high up as the heavens. “Y’think so?”

“I know so. Hey, you should tell that to your brother. He tryin’ so hard to get to Starchild? Crack a joke or two, funny is sexy.”

Deep nodded obediently, “yea, sure, I’ll tell ‘im.”

“Good boy” Ace purred, patting Deep’s head and walking away.

Deep watched, same as always. Blue eyes trailing from the broad shoulders of Ace’s silly spaceman outfit, to dangerously loitering around his narrow waist.

“Snap out of it” Maria scoffed, shoving Deep.

Deep rolled his eyes. He turned around, seeing Beep talking to Starchild a way’s away from the stage.

“How’s your lil’ crushy-dushy going?” Bobby giggled, chin on Deep’s shoulder.

“‘Crushy-dushy’?”

 Bobby platonically kissed Deep’s cheek. “Uh-huh, and ‘crushy-bushy’ for Beep. I need a name as stupid as the idea that you two fell for a couple of our employers. Why can’t you be more like your sister-”

“Like I haven’t heard that enough in my life-”

“Shut up,” Bobby snickered, dragging out the ‘u’ in ‘up’. “Anyways, Derek, why can’t Benji and you be more like her, and simply be scared shitless of Gene, leaving him for Dolly to take care of?”

Deep scoffed. “Rats, my bad for falling for people using the feelings I can’t fuckin’ control. Whatever shall I do?” He dramatically apologized.

Bobby kissed his teeth, playing with the tassels on his jacket. “Steal a pair of my gogo boots-”

“You have more than one?”

“You don’t?” Bobby jokingly shot back. “Steal a pair and be closer to Ace’s height. Simple.”

“Then what?”

“Well, start playin’ this new single and start feelin’ and touchin’ and kissin’ and-”

“Okay, okay, I don’t need to hear what a usual night between you and Cliff is like” Deep teased.

“Oh, fuck you.”

“No thank you.”

“I’d shove you but clearly, I’m not the one you want pushing you against walls, eh?”

“...Touche.”

“Push me up against the wall” Bobby crooned as he turned around, smiling as he watched Ace talk to Peter. “Ace’s my favourite, but don’t tell the others that I said that. You made a good choice. Now you just gotta catch it.”

“I know that.”

Bobby turned Deep to face him. “I believe in ya, Deep. Honestly. I believe in you ‘n’ Beep almost as much as I believe in Cliff ‘n’ me. Cliff ‘n’ me, we’re eternal. I believe in us more than anyone and anything in the universe. You understand, don’t cha?”

Deep nodded. “Yea, I do. Each time I see that ring he got for ya, I do.”

Bobby waved his left hand in front of Deep’s face, remembering their first conversation about it.

Bobby hopped into the the seat behind the passenger seat of Frankie’s car. ”Onward, ho!” He exclaimed, his buddies hollering along as they drove down the street. ”What’s on the plate today, prostitutes?”

Penelope, aka Peep, leaned back in the passenger seat. ”We’re hitting the roads today, doing whatever in between, and ending it off on some good ol’ cliff jumping. Kapeesh?”

Bobby nodded obediently. ”Vague, exciting. Very fresh.” He counted heads, “where’s Maria?”

Benji, aka Beep, sucked his teeth. ”On a date. Some guy named, uh, Jim? James? Heck if I know” he shrugged.

Derek, aka Deep, sat between Beep and Bobby. ”Speaking of dates, I heard someone finally tamed the wild and chaotic Bobby D. Brightside~” he teased, nudging Bobby.

“No, no, no. Someone finally tamed Cliff goddamn Booth, that’s the feat” Beep corrected. ”The dude’s a unit, and you’re telling me he popped a nice ‘n’ shiny ring for for a scrawny motherfucker from Baltimore?”

Bobby smiled sweetly, blushing at the mere thought of Cliff..

“Aw, rats- we lost Bobby. Hey! Earth to Bobby!” Deep called, nudging him.

“Eh?”

“You were gone for a second. Got a Cliff-induced smile.”

“That happens, y’know that. You got an Ace-induced grin yourself. Like how Beep’s got a Starchild-smile.”

“Well...You’re right, but Jesus, you didn’t have to say it.”

Bobby laughed. “I know y’both mean well, I do. Just...tread lightly, alright? Love in the world of rock ‘n’ roll can prove to be dangerous at times, no matter the people involved” he sucked his teeth. “And trust me, people can do some...weird shit, for love” Bobby winced. “I happen know from experience” he added, remembering the adrenaline rush he got from the night he strangled Billie Booth, in that fateful alleyway, on the fateful night that he got away with her murder.

And to this day, not a single person knows he killed her. No one. Not Cliff, Rick, the Buddies, KISS, MJ, Dolly, Soup, Emil, Floyd, Bruce, no one. And it’s gonna stay that way.

“Don’t- Don’t fall into that weird, scary pit. Okay? Same goes for Beep” Bobby asked, pointing over at Beep and waving at him.

Deep arched a brow, but decided not to ask any questions. 

Bobby hasn’t been very secretive about his past, so anything he hasn’t told the Buddies, Deep assumed it must be something too personal.

Deep understands that. He nodded. “Got it, Bobster.”

Bobby smiled, patting Deep’s cheek. “Atta boy, Deep.”

[shawnsvalentine]

business + pleasure : two

prologue - part one

description: shawn’s always been into older women but sloan is the exception that drives him wild

warnings: language, slight sexual content, a little angsty

word count: [2.4k]

author’s note: this is kind of irrelevant to this particular chapter but i just wanted to point out that my friend @cocoashawn came up with the name for this series! it was gonna be named after the song that semi-inspired it but she suggested “business and pleasure” when i sent her a lil snippet so here we are! also think i’m gonna stop adding chapter pictures 

Focusing on Shawn’s soft and supple lips had completely slipped Sloan’s mind on the walk back to her place. Her heart was beating so fast that she was sure it was going to rip open through chest. It felt like a twisted sign, being so careful around the office for as long as they had been, just for one of her nosiest coworkers to catch her in public with who was supposed to be their boss’s boyfriend. She wanted to shrivel up and cry, scream out in utter frustration at how things never went her way, but she didn’t: she didn’t need to burden Shawn with her emotional theatrics.

All that could be heard was the clicking of her heels against the pavement as she kicked it into high gear, speed walking as her cozy brownstone came into view. “Sloan, please, slow down. I’m sorry, I had no idea Kimmy would be there. The last thing I wanna do is shake the table.” She ignored him, reaching into her purse to grab her keys, kissing her teeth as they fell from her grasp and she had to pick them up. She just wanted the night to end already. “Sloan, stop.”

“Why, Shawn? So you can tell me it’s not that big of a deal? That you’ll fix it? Cassandra’s gonna destroy me.”

“I know Kimmy’s a pain in the ass, but do you really think she’s just gonna tell your private business? It’s not even like she caught us doing anything but walking.” He reached out to grasp her shoulder as he caught up to her on her steps.

“Don’t,” She shrugged his hand off, trying to ignore the slightest tingle that his touch left behind. “It doesn’t matter. She saw something and she’s gonna run with it.”

Sloan started to pull open the screen door and Shawn shut it with a quickness, his hand against the glass boxing her into the small space between it and him. “Look at me.” She turned around reluctantly, tipping her neck up to look him in his eyes. “I like you, alright? And every second we spend together I can’t for the life of me think of the reason I decided to pursue Cassandra instead of just leaving well enough alone. I promise you that as soon as we’re in the clear, this nightmare will be all over.”

“You can’t promise that. I might go into work tomorrow with my desk packed up.”

“You won’t. And if you do, I’ll be right by your side in the search for a new job,” His hands brushed against hers as he brought them up to her cheeks, thumbs soothing her cheekbones as her eyes lulled at the comforting feeling. “I’m not letting you go that easily.”

She already knew what was coming next, and she had absolutely no wish to stop it. His eyes flickering between hers and her lips, the space between them slowly dissipating as he leaned in, giving her ample amount of time to duck away if she wanted to. Sloan finally swooped in to meet his lips, tender as she tested the waters. Her whole body was on fire as she wrapped her arms around his torso, dragging him in impossibly closer as his tongue slipped across her lip, moving on to dip into her mouth. A shaky sigh slipped from her mouth into his and he reveled in it, snaking his palms down to her neck as she sunk her teeth into his lower lip. He pulled back from her in a daze, lips pulled into a goofy smile. “Your lips are gonna drive me fuckin’ wild.”

Sloan had been downing coffee since she got to the office at eight fifty-six, nervously checking her phone to see an email from corporate telling her to get the hell out. Cassandra wasn’t in yet and she was always the first one in: it made Sloan that much more tense. Her night with Shawn had gone a bit further than she planned on after seeing Kimmy at the restaurant, and she knew that the deeper she dove in with Shawn the harder it would be to contain, but she loved every minute of it. The heavy petting and missing shirts, hair in complete and utter disarray. She had to cut things off the minute his hand crept past the waistband of her panties, practically shoving him across the room with all the strength she could muster up. “We have to take this much slower, Shawn. Like, molasses slow.” It was the exact opposite of what she really wanted to do, needless to say, but she had to stand her ground. He left with a kiss to the top of her head and a  very obvious— Sloan approved— outline in his pants.

As amazing as it was, it still wasn’t enough to fully distract her from the unmistakable click of Cassandra’s heels as she approached her office. Sloan swore that all the air had been knocked from her lungs at the sight of her, just as rigid as ever as she walked to the door of her office, pausing briefly so she could address Sloan. “Miss Spelman, can I speak with you in my office?”

Her blood ran cold, face losing its color as she stood from her chair. She knew exactly where this conversation was going and she’d been dreading it for the past ten hours straight. If she had a choice, she would’ve made a run for the elevator to avoid the inevitable interrogation. She could hear her heartbeat echoing in her ears, and it was the most terrifying sound— and feeling— that she’d ever had in her place of work. (Or anywhere else, for that matter)

Cassandra took her sweet time after locking the door behind Sloan, motioning for her assistant to sit while she got settled in for the day. Bag hung, coat laid out on the couch, accounts logged into. She even answered a few emails before turning her attention to Sloan. She knew that the younger girl was sweating out her anxiety surrounding the anticipation and she was basking in it. “I know about you and Shawn.”

She took a deep breath. “Kimmy told you?”

“Even before she left me two voicemails and bombarded me with it while bringing me coffee this morning… I knew. He spends too much time at your desk for you to be anything but a home-wrecker,” Sloan bit her tongue against defending herself, swallowing her pride even though she wanted to tell her off. “I just want to get one thing clear here: whatever you and Shawn were doing is over. I’ve given up too much in my life to let another bright eyed and spread legged girl like you to take what I deserve.”

Sloan gulped, “I broke things off with him last night. I’m sorry for ever messing with him.”

“And just in case in you didn’t, I want to stress the consequences of not doing so. Not only will you lose your job here, but I’ll make sure that the name Sloan Spelman is synonymous with everything an employer despises. I’ll blackball you so hard that you’ll be lucky if you can get a job working at a Macy’s in Kentucky.” Sloan felt like crying with every word her boss spat at her. She knew it would be bad but not life-ruining bad. Not over a guy.

She got up to leave, stopping as she gathered the courage to mutter back, “I didn’t know he meant that much to you.”

“He makes me feel alive again.”

Sloan excused herself from the office for real this time, trying to ignore the prickling feeling all over her face as air seemed to escape her lungs. She didn’t want to cry and be melodramatic even though that was exactly what she was feeling.

Sloan: We can’t do this anymore.

Shawn: What? I thought everything was fine last night?

I didn’t think slow meant stop

Sloan: I can’t talk about it. Just know we’re over.

Shawn: Sloan what the hell are you talking about?

(5 Missed calls from Shawn)

She couldn’t bring herself to talk to him, not when she knew she’d just end up crying frustrated tears and she had a Fairytale shoot to start planning for next month. Diving head first into work was going to be the only thing to keep her from spiraling into a pity party for at least the next few hours— the only problem was that it wasn’t working given her surroundings. She knew that Cassandra wouldn’t be checking for her anyway after her little smackdown, so she slipped away from her responsibilities and into the coffee shoppe in the lobby of the building. This was a problem only ranting to Alicia could fix.

Sloan called her best friend as fast as her fingers could manage, knowing she took the morning off for a doctor’s appointment. It was a longer phone call than she thought it would be, breaking down the date and her thotivities, all the way to just a half hour before with her boss threatening her very career. It was fairly one sided, just Sloan getting it all off of her chest while trying to make sense of it all but it helped. And Alicia was happy to oblige.

“I know I messed up by getting involved with him in the first place, but this? I couldn’t have seen this coming.” She looked up toward the entrance doors out of habit, her jaw dropping as she saw him storming into the lobby. The anger was written all over his face but she couldn’t tell what he had to be mad at. A few unanswered calls during her work day wasn’t grounds for the steam tumbling out of his nose. “I-I gotta go, I’ll call you later.” He didn’t even approach her, instead heading right into the unoccupied boardroom around the corner. She scrambled to get up and grab her coffee, following his path as quickly as her legs could carry her. He was absolutely fuming, slamming the door shut behind her and locking it before pacing around the table and chairs.

“Are you kidding me? Dropping something like that on me and then not answering your phone? Do you know—”

She put a stop to him immediately, setting down her things and holding up her hands to silence him. “First of all, who the hell do you think you are storming into my place of work like this to yell at me?”

“You had me worried sick, Sloan. Sorry if it didn’t bode well with me.”

Sloan scoffed at him, “You should be sorry! My job is in jeopardy all because you couldn’t keep your hands off of me.”

He rolled his eyes as his hand slotted through his waves. “Don’t act like it wasn’t mutual.” It wasn’t that he was wrong, it was just that she was aggravated. He was the reason she was stuck in this mess and it was driving her to insanity. It was just instinctual to project it on someone else.

“She gave me an ultimatum. A career in fashion, or you.”

His face fell as realization washed over him that she wasn’t joking. “That’s… that’s not legal.”

“Doesn’t matter. We’re done.”

His eyes went wide, head shaking like he was twitching. “Wait wait wait wait—“

“We don’t even know each other all that well,  you’ll get over it in a week tops.” She picked up her laptop and coffee with a more aggression than she intended to, heading toward the door to get the hell out of there.

“Stop it, Sloan. Just wait a second, dammit.” His hand found her wrist just before she clicked the lock, tugging her back so she’d take the hint to turn around. “I really like you, I don’t wanna stop seeing you just because your boss is trying to bully you into leaving me alone.”

Sloan let her head fall back against the door, fighting the urge to kiss his stupid, pillowy lips. “I really like you, too, but I’m not giving up my career for you. Especially not after knowing you for all of two seconds.”

“What if we’re super careful? No more outings like last night. We’ll remain as low key as possible.”

“Shawn, that’s a lot to ask of someone you’ve taken out on one date.” She pressed her hands against his chest to push him back, but he wouldn’t budge. “It’s just not worth it.”

“Oh, it’s not?” He cocked an eyebrow, tilting his head as he challenged her the back and forth he knew she wouldn’t accept. “You sure about that?”

His lips were on hers before she could even think about replying, the sweet mint of the gum he’d chewed on the way over reeling her in the accept the deep kiss. It was almost better than the one they shared outside of her apartment, if that was possible, his lips electrifying in every sense of the word. She knew that given their physical setting she should probably push him away, going back to communicating with words, but it felt too damn good. His hands snaking down to rest on her ass, giving it a tempting squeeze as she gasped into his mouth. He made her crave more even when she knew better. “We really should—” Kiss, “just call it—” Kiss, “quits.”

“Yeah, but where’s the fun it that?” He left one more chaste kiss against her lips before resting his forehead on hers. “Come over tonight. We can order in or I’ll cook for you, whatever you want. Just don’t give up so soon. Please.” Shawn interlaced their fingers together, a move that normally would’ve felt a bit too intimate at this early stage, but it felt right to him.

“This seems to be a trend with us: you begging me for one shot and me agreeing begrudgingly.”

“So you agree? My place at seven?

Sloan rolled her eyes, sighing dramatically as she gave into her more primal desires. “Fine. Text me the address, rich boy.”

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