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insomniamamma · 1 year ago

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Circle, Circle: Dieter Bravo X f!reader

A/n: written for my @yearofcreation2023 Year of Kisses. This prompt was a kiss for comfort, and a whole lot of real life happened between when I started this and now. This is a love letter to the theater nerds I knew in high school and the theater nerd I became later in life. This one turned out different than I thought it would. This story refused to be smutty. This story refused to be sexy. I don't make the rules. Inspired largely by this.

warnings: drug and alcohol use, angst, implied fatphobia, insecurity, cuddles and fluff, being dieter's best friend implies it's own warning.

You saw the clip. Annika belting Dieter in the chops in the middle of some posh party while Kate looked on with the kind of face you make when your drunken best friend barfs in a potted plant at your parents house. You never loved me! You never loved me at all! Dieter's hands thrown up in self defense, grinning at the cameras as security goons hook their arms around Annika's waist and pull her out of the shot. Day in the life.You saw the clip and knew what was coming. Dieter fuckin Bravo.

You've known D since middle school, gravitating towards each other because no one else wanted anything to do with either of you. The girls called you stupid and fat and ugly. The boys called him faggot. So you'd banded together, smoking cigarettes you stole out of your Gramma's dresser, smoking shake-weed out of pop-can pipes at the edge of school grounds, right under that stupid sign that read 'drug free school zone' and then kicking it into the tall grass when some terminally bored teacher's aide came to round up you and D and the rest of the burnouts. Nobody ever gave you more than the cursory straighten up and fly right speech. Neither of you were actively failing so no one cared. Then, in high school Dieter discovered the theater program and so did you.

You saw the clip and knew your phone would ring eventually. Or buzz rather. Coming home, he texts. Can you pick me up? Sure. What time? Knowing exactly what will happen. He'll say he won't be any trouble, that he'll book a room at the holiday inn and you'll tell him no and invite him to stay. Because you always do. Because home has turned on him for getting out. He's won an Oscar out in the world, but here? He's sneered at, deep well of contempt for those who strike out and fail and come home licking their wounds. Who does he think he is? Who do you think you are? Hurts less for you because you never tried to leave as much as you wanted to.

You should try out, you told him. If I'm trying out you should too, he told you. Little Shop of Horrors. He was gunning for Seymour so you learned Audrey, so you could practice the songs with him. I can't try out are you kidding me? You can, D told you, you sound...rested his hand on your upper arm the way someone might touch a live nuclear warhead. You sound good. We sound good together. You know that right? And inside you do. The way his voice weaves through yours, the way you can let go when it's just the two of you. His garage or your basement, singing over the piano track the music teacher made.

He's a mess. He looks about four days out from his last shower, his curls sticking up in greasy quills, his eyes are red-rimmed, from drugs or crying, you can't tell. This is how it is for him. He fucks up spectacularly and then he comes slinking home. No one cares here. No one gives a shit about his Oscar here. Just that no good Bravo boy limping home like a kicked dog. But you care. Dragging his carry-on along behind him, broad shoulders slumped, you feel that unwilling, unwitting spike of pity lodge in your chest.

They'd laughed. At the audition. When you and Dieter took your positions on stage, a bit of rough blocking you'd worked out between the two of you. Not loud braying laughter, snickers and titters of girls expecting a debacle and you feel your chest constrict and your eyes burn--

"Lift up your head Wash off your mascara Here, take my Kleenex, wipe that lipstick away Show me your face, clean as the morning I know things were bad, but now they're okay--"

But Dieter has you, grips your chin with finger and thumb just like you practiced, those big brown eyes terrified and deadly serious hold yours as he draws you to your feet. Audrey's lines pour out of you in a rush, the accompaniment a hair slower than the recording, I blew it, I blew the song and then you find the tempo, you find your voice and it rings out like it did all the times you and Dieter ran it together, belting it over the cast recording, rings out into the dark auditorium, the way you've heard it in your head this whole time, and you feel your skin prickle as Dieter's voices threads through yours like a grounding touch, and you finish together, singing into each other's faces.

The accompaniment stops and there's polite applause.

"You saw?" "Everybody saw--" "Fuck."

He smells like stale beer, fast food and no sleep. "You knew it wasn't gonna last with her right?" You keep your eyes on the road, but you can feel D bristle in the passenger's seat. "How do you mean?" "Come on, man, she's, like, half your age. Even if you hadn't cheated on her with Kate--" "Hey--" "You and her have nothing in common other than being trapped in that weird quarantine bubble," you say, "That's not love, that's fucking Stockholm syndrome." "You're probably right." "I'm always right. Haven't you figured that out by now?"

"This is some bullshit!" Dieter jabs a chipped black fingernail at the list of names tacked to the bulletin board outside the auditorium. "Your name is nowhere on that list. We sounded so good together! They--" "Dieter it's fine," you say. "They cast Emmy Lancaster as Audrey! What the fuck?" "Emmy's fine. She's got a nice voice." "Yeah, but she's not you! How'm I gonna do it if it's not you?" "D! Stop it!"You grab him by his upper arms and shake him a little, and those big brown eyes lock onto yours and he looks like he's drowning. "You've got this. I know you, dude, you're gonna be great." His eyes flick back and forth like he's searching for something. "Will you still run lines with me?" "Of course I will, you asshole."

"You hungry?" "Starving." "Mabels?" "Mabels."

"Oh, man, I forgot how good this is."

You and Dieter order the same thing as ever, garbage omelets with and order of biscuits and gravy split between you. D slathers his plate in hot sauce and you wrinkle your nose like you always do. And the question comes up as it always does. Can I stay with you? Just for a little bit-- and the answer is always yes, because D is a disaster but he's your disaster.

He's held your hair while you puked, you babied him when his girl dumped him right before senior prom. You ran lines together, even though you couldn't act with him. You don't have the right look for Audrey, they told you, but we do need a stage manager, and you threw yourself into it even though it hurt, because what where you expecting? And you had a knack for it, which surprised you and everyone else. The Audrey Two puppets were rented, but everything else had to be built and you found that you loved it, sketching out the sets, figuring out how to make the pieces light enough for you and the half-dozen other nerds you'd press-ganged into being stage crew to lift easily. We can do most of it with scrims, paint right on the fabric and then light it on from the back, or we could project the images right on them, like what Nine Inch Nails does. We can get with the AV club, see what they think.

"You can always stay with me, Dieter." You reach across the sticky table and wrap your hand around his forearm, "You know that right?" And there's a flicker across his face that says no, and it feels like a spike in your belly--

"Everyone's saying-- Christ. It's like everything I touch turns to shit."

"C'mon, that's crap and you know it, Hunger Strike--"

"That was different!" He surges forward and takes your hands in his, a bit of coffee sloshed between you, turned ears and cocked heads of the few patrons haunting Mabel's this time of night. "I had something there! It was like, something entirely outside of me--"

"Like catching lightning in a bottle?"

"Exactly like that!" And he smiles, brilliantly, the real one, not the cool little smirk reserved for the red carpet, for the press junkets, the smile that lights him up, the one you remember from way back when the lights came up and the orchestra played the main theme, the cast linked arm and arm, ready to take their bows and Dieter broke ranks, deviated from what you'd done in the previews, running the show for a cadre of bored teachers who'd rather be doing just about anything else, he sees you in the wings and catches your eye, waves you out two handed, a huge clownish gesture that requires a response, so you and the tech crew pour onto the stage, while the actors slide down to make room for you and you dip your outstretched hands to the orchestra and raise them again to the soundboard and spot operator the way you've seen every night this run and then everyone links arms and bows in a wave and suddenly Dieter's arms are locked around you, releases you and then turns to the crowd, raises your hand and his together, as the applause comes up.

"Do you know how that feels?" And you remember the way you and him sounded together, how Audrey poured out of your lungs like she had always been there-- "Yeah, D, I do," and his eyes flicking back and forth across your face still and hold yours, his hands warm in your grasp.

"Yeah," he says, and squeezes your fingers in his, "Yeah, I think you do." And you stay like that a beat, hands folded together across the sticky table, ancient cigarette smoke and old coffee and hand sanitizer. The waitress brings the check. One of Mabel's spray tanned granddaughters. You draw your hands away like you've been caught.

You've kissed Dieter exactly once, under the much-graffitied overpass, neon slurs and pentagrams and pigeon shit, both of you drunk on Wild Irish Rose, him smelling of weed and his mouth was warm, tentative against yours, and you'd laughed about it afterwards, circle-circle dot-dot now i've got my cootie shot, and you'd leaned together with your arms around each other, warm and solid against each other.

During tech week you'd pulled double duty, running lines with Dieter because outside of the auditorium Emmy Lancaster wouldn't even look at him, rolled her eyes all through rehearsal as if she was doing the world a favor by being there. She wanted nothing to do with him outside of scheduled rehearsals and Dieter was scared. The tech crew you'd rounded up was a different story all together, the lights are down and they can't see us so go nuts, so backstage you'd gone full goth, all black and dramatic makeup, and some of the others had followed suit, a little bit of rebellion behind the curtain where no one could look at you.

After one particularly grueling night, you and Dieter find yourselves side by side on the futon in your basement. Your bedroom proper is upstairs but your folks have let you build a nest down here so won't bother the rest of the house. They've mostly given up on you but that gives you some freedom.

"I don't know what I'm doing," he says, looking up at the crappy drop ceiling and glow in the dark stars that you've decorated it with. "Emmy hates my guts. She thinks I'm a creep. How'm I supposed to make this work?"

"Pretend she's me."

"What?"

"Pretend. She's. Me. You're good singing and running lines with me, so just imagine it's me and not Emmy fuckin Lancaster up there with you."

"Will that work?"

"Dude, I don't fuckin know, but you better figure it out quick. We open in a week."

The ride home is silent save for the scrape of windshield wipers, low, warm spit of rain, winding back roads and Dieter's fallen asleep, head turned away, slumped against the window, comes blearily awake at the sound of your tires on the gravel driveway.

"Hey, D, we're home." He stretches in the passenger's seat and yawns hugely.

"I can still get a hotel. I don't want to be a problem--"

"Too late. C'mon."

You fall asleep under fake plastic glowing stars and wake to find you and him wrapped together, his forehead pressed to yours, your arms tucked around his ribs, his hand folded over the curve of your hip, his breath warm against your face, and you're not sure how this makes you feel, because you've never been close with someone quite like this and you're not sure what might happen next, but at the same time this is Dieter and you've known each other for what feels like a million years and he looks so different asleep, face all slack like a little kid who's zonked out in the back on the car on some long road trip.

"I'll take the couch." "The fuck you will. I know the wire-work on Cliff Beasts 6 tweaked your back." "Was it that obvious?" "I could tell." "You can always tell."

"D. Hey, D." You try to squirm out of his grip without waking him, but you haveto resort to a good hard poke in the ribs. His eyes fly open and the two of you launch up and out of bed and away from each other like two magnets forced pole to pole.

"hoooomygod. Oh shit I'm so sorry, I didn't mean--" "Dude, it's okay, I didn't mean either-" "I was just so tired holy shit," his eyes are wide and his cheeks are fire engine red and you can feel the embarrassment and anxiety pouring off him like radiation. You start laughing. You can't help it. "What?" "You remember that scene from Planes, Trains & Automobiles?" Dieter brays laughter and the embarrassment flicks out like a candle flame.

You offer your hand and he takes it. You lead him upstairs. You need to get cleaned up. You smell like the floor of a taxi-cab, and Dieter laughs, a small one that just barely touches his eyes, his big be-ringed hand folded around yours, stroking your knuckles with the pad of his thumb, eyes down-turned.

"You always let me come back to you. No matter how bad I fuck up. You don't have to- you shouldn't--"

"Don't tell me what I should or shouldn't do Dieter Bravo. You can always come to me. Unless you become a serial killer. Which seems unlikely considering how squeamy blood makes you."

Dieter laughs, a real one this time, that dimples his scruffy cheek and crinkles his eyes closed, and he knows you're talking about the time in Mrs. Wilson's home economics class when Lola Stevens sliced her thumb opening a can of peaches to make cobbler and Dieter got one good look at the running blood and slithered bonelessly out of his chair, eyes rolled up to the whites.

He laughs and pulls you into a crushing hug, his arms banded around your back, pressing you into him and it catches you off guard and you stumble against him, sorry. I didn't mean, and you don't give him space to elaborate, tuck your face into his neck, wind your arms just as tight around his middle. He smells like skunk weed and whiskey sweat and fast food and exhaustion but also like home, like those fevered days leading up to opening night, like when your first serious boyfriend had dumped you, like when he'd held your hair while you puked in the weeds by the side of the road, walking back home from a kegger that he cops broke up, the two of you creeping into the basement, got you a big sweating plastic tumbler of water in the ugly yellow light from the range hood, his eyes big and dark and serious, afraid of waking the rest of the house, and laughter had come bubbling up silent giggles that he caught like the plague, did you see the way Greggie ran?-- shut up you're gonna get us caught--

"Christ I missed you." "Missed you too, D, but you really need to shower." "That bad, huh?" "Yeah, that bad."

With some coaxing Dieter sleeps beside you, curled away from your nightstand lamp. Can't ever sleep without reading a little first, a horror yarn you've read a half-dozen times, plucky hero and damsel in distress threaded through with Dieter's even breath. He looks oddly frail in the soft light, back hunched in and knees tucked up like he's cold. You kill the light and slide the book under your pillow. You already know how it ends.

You kill the light and tuck yourself against his broad back, slide your arm around and his hand finds yours, folds your fingers into his, tucked against his chest. He smells like your soap and your shampoo because his toothbrush and a hair-clotted razor were the only toiletries that made it into his tangle of luggage. Walmart, you think, need to go anyway. You feel him soften, relax into your embrace, his weight settling against you, press your lips to the back of his head before tucking your face into the warm join of his shoulder.

His voice, sleep heavy and slurred-"Did you just kiss me?"

"Circle-circle, dot-dot"

#year of kisses #year of themes 2023 #better late than never #dieter bravo x f!reader #dieter bravo best friend imagine #dieter bravo #pedro pascal

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lustnluv · 6 months ago

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devil night - angel and john b

three years ago

angel

after finishing my soda, i hopped my back in the car and waited for the boys.

took some time to examine myself in the mirror and made sure there wasn’t any injuries to me. i knew my right hand when I was holding the glass cut open a little but it was nothing compared to how we left them. or at least how I did.

the boys are probably gonna do ten times as bad.

looking back at the bar, i saw the four of them come out the bathroom and everybody watched them. all eyes were on then as they made their way out. everybody made way of them as they headed straight to the car.

john b got into the driver, jj into the passenger, rafe got through pope’s side to go straight to the back, and then pope got into the seat next to me.

it was tense for a second until they all took their masks off and they were all smiling underneath it. pope was looking at me like a kid on christmas.

“what?”

“close your eyes and stick out your hand.” he said and i did as told.

first I felt is warm hands then something soft and silk like and next to it something hard but smooth.

“you can open them.” and when I did I wanted to barf.

i was holding a tooth and a long rope of hair. hair i had just wrapped around my fist. “you took his from them?”

“yeah as a sign of us fucking them up for you.” rafe added and it wasn’t condescending as it usually was. it actually sounded natural.

“and your first devil’s night prank.” pope added and the boys hooted and hollered making me giggle.

“your attempt to strong arm them was cute by the way.” rafe said as they quieted down. the mean tone back.

“I think you’re actually impressed. just don’t want to admit it.” plus i tried my best with the weapons on hand. i don’t seek out fights Iike rafe does.

“angel. you could��ve gone a little further. when they think you’re at your limit do something a little crazier to them.” jj explained, turning to face me.

that way they never know how far you’ll go.

“can we get something to eat still? maybe somewhere we didn’t just commit a crime?” pope asked and john b pulled out after i threw the gifts in the sewer. just going back to their owners after all.

we drove back into town and was passing the gazebo when pope called out. “she finished it! i can’t believe it.”

the car slowed down and we all turned to look at the gazebo. it’s been up for a couple of years. i don’t know why he hasn’t noticed it till now. im pretty sure he visited at least once since he been at college.

he turned over to rafe. “hand me the bottle.”

rafe didn’t do what he wanted. he looked over at john b but john b had his eyes on pope.

“it’s out in public. it’s not a good idea right now.” jj chimed in.

“don’t care. give me the bottle now.” pope demanded again, one hand out stretched and the other grabbing his mask.

“i don’t know man.” rafe started but he was stopped by john b. “just give it to him.”

pope snatched the bottle from rafe, put on his mask, and got out starting to fiddle with the materials.

“just forget about her! she’s not worth it!” rafe called again but pope kept walking faster towards the gazebo.

“come on.” john b said and they all put their masks on and got out, following pope and i did too but i never been so confused in my life.

jj thinking this was a bad idea was one thing. but rafe even thinking it was bad was worse.

“i’m confused. why is he going after the gazebo?” I asked once i caught up with john b.

“because he’s in love with the girl who built it and she won’t even give look at him.” he answered, eyes on pope as the boy in the white mask was staring at the gazebo, shoulders shaking.

was he crying?

the girl who built it. that’s who he was in love with.

“reina ramos?” i asked, thinking of the girl with the outdated and oversized uniform and glasses walking down the hallways. by herself. always by herself. a nerd even by her standards.

opposite of his type. the girls I always seen himself with was always surrounded by friends and wearing the tiniest skirts and loud and laughing. and just wanted a good time so they threw themselves at him.

that didn’t mean I didn’t like her. i’ll catch her around time doing other projects beside the gazebo but it seemed like she put a piece of herself in each one. even though i know for sure she hasn’t come back.

“i’m not going to stand around and watch this.” i told him and started backing away from them.

“if you do this, you can just go home then. we’re a team. we don’t leave each other to do shit by ourselves. thought you was smart enough to figure that out by now.” john b snapped at me.

“this isn’t a prank! this is just pure bul-.” the breaking of glass interrupted me and the gazebo started to go up in flames.

rafe was recording but it wasn’t matched with any enthusiasm as I thought it would. pope was on his knees now. his shoulders were still shaking slightly. his arms were hanging by his side. he looked like a defeated man. like throwing that bottle took everything in him.

“i’m leaving. this was supposed to be fun. instead it’s hurtful and not only to her but to someone on the ‘team’. i thought you was supposed to be smarter then that!” i yelled and ran to the car.

opening the car door, i searched the seats for my phone. has to be at least one police officer on duty around here. someone to put this fire out before it all gets destroyed.

they wouldn’t get in trouble. it would be just a early end for their night.

happened before. probably happen again if they don’t stop with this tradition.

looking back over to the boys, i see jj trying to get pope to stand up when a police officer comes over.

“hands on your head and get on the ground! that’s enough for tonight.” he yelled at them, holding them at gunpoint and i sighed in relief as they all do as told.

“ruining our night, thomas.” rafe yelled over to him.

i grabbed the rest of my stuff when I heard him shouting something else at them. “take off your masks.”

no.

i saw at least three people behind me recording the scene. there could be more. it could be posted and all of john b’a chances of going pro would be gone.

all his hard work gone.

i looked over at my family’s store, santos. it had diamond and ruby rings in the display cases, shining in the night like stars.

we were insured. it was devil’s night.

i went back into the car and grabbed the crow bar I saw in here earlier and ran over to the store. i looked in the glass to make sure my hair and face were still covered and then at the jewels.

sorry mom.

i took one big swing and broke the glass.

“no shit!” jj yelled as thomas turned over to look at me. “hey stop it!” he started running towards me. the boys got up and ran to the car, laughing and cheering.

grabbing a handful of the jewelry i started running toward the direction of nico’s house. if he wasn’t there then his parents were and i would still be let in. it wasn’t that far and no offense to thomas but i can outrun him easily.

“angel! get in!” i heard from up the street and noticed jj leaning out the passenger window as the car stopped and the door behind him opened for me.

running faster, i jumped in and john b wasted no time as we sped off in the night.

“that was fucking amazing!” jj yelled, turning around to face me.

“you robbed your own store for us! she’s in,” pope agreed pulling me into a half hug, squeezing me tighter then i think he meant to.

i caught john b’s eyes in the mirror and he smiled at me. i smiled back before I felt a little tap on my shoulder. i turned and faced rafe. “thank you.” he mumbled before sitting back and looking down.

“we need a name for her.” pope decided, pulling away and grabbing me by the shoulders.

“how about little monster?” jj asked and pope nodded. “turn up the music we need to celebrate our little monster.”

#john b routledge prompt #dn!john b #latina!oc #angel x john b #kook!john b #devilnightau #john b x oc

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dovveri · 7 months ago

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if yall didnt know i was a big reality tv nerd i love watching shitty reality so yall know im watching perfect match rn

omg reignited my hate for men okay thanks bye

jokes i do have specific things to say

1. omg xanthi is so freaking pretty holy crap

2. dominique queen girl just one chance 🙏 i follow u on everything ive been ur biggest fan since thth im so mad they cut out ur love story w brittan not once but TWICE netflix hates women loving women soooo much

3. all the men suck but goddaym bryton…. went to his tiktok afterwards and he out here saying he matched w a man-hater from the getgo (dominique) and saying shes a woman-liker so he never stood a chance which is why he got booted off okay first of all: bisexual erasure!!!!! dom never even said she was bi when chris asked her she was like im just sexually fluid and chris uses bi again which pissed me off when he was like ok im into u being bi (bcs he thinks he can get a threesome barf) and second of all um boy take a fuckin rain check ur the most narcisstic person ever u are dying single or with a woman w zero self respect

4. HARRY MY NEMISIS CANT BELIEVE HES BACK hes so funny hes genuinely hilarious omg u cant make up the shits hes pulling

cant believe they booted out dom and xanthi im done watching (no im not i need to see brittan come on the show) anyway all the men suck i had hope for dom bcs hes….. well yes but idk how to like him and what to say abt him anymore bcs he gets along w harry so well after all the shit between them and i HATE harry so like…… idk what that says abt his irl character

#rants

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robiinjason · 3 years ago

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I spent so long in car rides today i read through both Black Canary and Zatanna: Bloodspell and The Long Halloween and also the latter half of Raven: Daughter of Darkness 😩

#the emoji is just bc Tired i rly enjoyed all of these fjsbfjngg #bloodspell is SO good and fun i love zee and dinah's dynamic 😭💖💖 very pretty art too!!#long halloween has such a Striking artstyle im obsessed. it just overall has such a Mood to it idk how to describe it #and me reading it on the way back when it was getting dark while listening to to the dark knight movie ost only enhanced it fhfbjf #and dod was rly fun 🥺 magic kids!!!! my one complaint is i thought eddie was gonna be Around/part of the team bc hes in the cover and all #but he was only there for a hot second before getting yeeted out of the plot 😭😭 I WAS EXCITED TO SEE HIM....#guess ill just have to go and read blue devil or tt03 😔 BUT on the bright side i did get to see zach who i was also curious abt #hes a nerd i love him. barf boy #SPEAKING OF MAGIC PPL i finished shadowpact a few days ago 😭😭😭 rly loved it i miss them already #cant believe jim had to leave the team near the end 😔😔 i hope he can still visit #what will i read next. zatanna's solo. dark victory. blue devil. go back to finish cass's run. smth completely unrelated. its a mystery #but also unrelated to these ive been reading the ttg comics bc i miss them. my beloved stupid little guys #oh yeah and i have stuff on queue again now. anyway im gonna sleep now goodnight <3 #toma reads comics #long halloween #bloodspell #nf

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thevestigeofvanillaan · 2 years ago

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Dreary.

Sasuke Uchiha x Fem Reader.

angst. nerd reader, sasuke is a jock. highschool au. good ending? smut 18+ minors please do not interact!! pre-relationship. secretive. somewhat public sex. cervix kissing. spanking. mention/underage use of alcohol and drugs.

"Out of my way loser." Shikamaru, a tall, handsome jock in uniform shoves me into a locker as he walks past with several similarly uniformed jocks.

"Aren't you excited? You look so bummed out.. Big football game tonight!!" My friend, Ino says enthusiasticly, walking up to me.

She's a hot blonde, who's tall, and a cheerleader. She's gorgeous.

And I'm just me. In a big school. A nobody compared to others.

Ino and I have been friends since we were younger since we lived close.

"Yeah, I guess. Why did they choose today? It's so muggy out." I ask.

"Because by tonight it'll be dark and foggy. The field will be more stiff by then. It looks so pretty out there."

"You cheering tonight? I'd wish to have someone in the stands with me." I fake a smile.

"You know.." She pauses. "You can come sit on the track where we cheer. Perfect view of the game, and you'll have some friends to talk to!" She proposes.

I contemplate whether I should or not.

But eventually decide.

"I'd love to. I can get some work done since there won't be so many loud people shoving me up on the bleachers.." I giggle a bit.

"Loosen up, have fun.. You're so stressed about school work. There's a party after the game I want us to go to. Come on.. it's our senior year! Have fun with us!" Ino places a hand on my shoulder with a genuine expression on her face.

"I guess I could take ONE night off the notebook." I enunciate the one, showing no mercy of not doing it again.

She hugs me and squeals. "I'll see you tonight at the game!" She shouts as she walks off to her class.

I sigh and walk to my next class too, as passing time is almost over.

I sit down at my seat in last period, which is algebra.

"Hey Mrs. Eddie." A deep voice sounds.

I look behind me only to roll my eyes when I see Sasuke enter the room.

I don't like Sasuke. He's so rude and pushy. He thinks everything is about him.

He's a gorgeous jock. Everyone loves him.

Except me.

"Well hello Sasuke! Are you excited for the game tonight?" Mrs. Eddie, a young, and very attractive young women walks over to his desk, behind mine.

"Sure am, comin' to watch me?" He asks her.

"Well of course! Only for my favorite boy out there!" She giggles and walks back to her desk.

Barf.

He kicks the back of my seat as he usually does.

"What do you want Sasuke?" I turn around and ask him this same repetitive question I ask him almost every day.

"You goin' to the game tonight?" He asks.

"Yeah. And I'm sitting on the track." I turn around.

But he continues the conversation, curious.

"Oh? And what are you gonna do there? Cheerlead?" He laughs hysterically at the thought of a nerd cheerleading.

"What if I was?" I ask.

"I wouldn't believe my eyes. What are you actually gonna do?" He asks seriously.

"School work." I ask bluntly.

"Lame. You goin' to that party?"

Why does he ask so many questions?

"Yes."

"Seriously? I thought that shit wasn't your type of thing." He asks.

"It's not. Ino convinced me since it's senior year to loosen up and do something fun for once."

"Of course she did." He adds.

"Alright class. Open your math books to page 245." Mrs. Eddie says to start class.

Time goes by quickly when I hear the end of day announcements about the game.

I stretch and crack my back from the annoyingly uncomfortable position I was sitting in while taking notes.

Sasuke grabs my wrist and pulls me to stand up.

"I hope you slip on that field, Uchiha." I whisper when our faces are almost touching from how he pulled me up.

"You weigh as much as a feather." He ignores my previous statement, getting out of my face and releasing my wrist. "I'll see you tonight."

And off he goes with his book bag, out the classroom to his car.

I notice he forgot his reading glasses that he never wear on his desk.

I grab them and run to go find him.

Damn that kid is fast.

Already at his car?

I went to his car and there he is, talking to Naruto.

I walk up to him. "You forgot your glasses."

"Oh." Is all he says before he grabs the glasses from my loose grip, getting in his car with the window rolled down.

I walk off to my own car, getting ready to go home.

I receive a text from Ino.

"I can pick you up so you have an easy ride to the party after, come wearing a dress. The theme for the game is formal wear anyway." She wrote.

That's stupid. Why should I go to a football game wearing a dress?

"Okay." I type back to her.

I start my car and hear the load engine roar, the radio turns on and starts playing some sort of 2000's rbnb music as I drive out of the parking lot.

I don't live too far from the school. So I arrive at home and park my car in the driveway.

I make my way inside, my father greeting me.

"Hey honey! How was school?" He asks, preparing some sort of food for himself.

"It was fine. I'm going to be with Ino tonight at the game and this party she wanted me to go to." I smile to him, placing my bag down.

"Be safe please. And no drinking or smoking. I was your age once, don't you forget!"

"I know dad. You know I'm not into this stuff." I chuckle.

"Just be safe.." He places his hands on my shoulder and I nod.

He brings me into a hug.

We let go and I head upstairs to my room to get my homework done.

I get all of it done and decide to take a shower, getting ready for the game which starts in about an hour and a half.

I grab a towel and go to the bathroom connected to my room.

I turn on the shower.

Warm temperature causing a bliss of warm clouds fogging the room.

I undress myself. Slipping out of my top. Unclipping my bra. Taking off my converse, then my socks. Unbuttoning my jeans and pulling down the zipper. Shimmying the uncomfortable, tight material down thick thighs. Stomping my ankles out of the pant. Looping my thumbs in my thong straps and pulling the underwear down to pool my ankles. I step out of them and kick the dirty clothes to the side.

I walk over to my walk in shower, feeling the mist of the water hitting my naked skin. Engulfing the hot air on my goosebump covered skin, making it all go away. I step in. Feeling my hair flatten, and my muscles relax.

I take shampoo and work it into my hair, closing my eyes, the sweet smell of the shampoo arousing in my hair. Rubbing my scalp. And washing it out just to do it again with conditioner before I grab my brush and begin to brush the wet hair. Knots effortlessly leave my head. Painlessly.

I turn and slip out a slight whimper when the warm beads of water hit my areolas. I cup my breasts for a moment before I grab body wash.

Putting the substance on the pink loofah before I run it under water quickly. Then I begin to rub it on my body.

I feel so relaxed. Everything I was worrying about had just faded away into the hot steam collecting on my mirror. The condensation that sticks to my floor, making it slippery, but not completely wet. Just dampened.

I let my head rest back, all the weight on my shoulders flowing off with the water. Creating a pool at my feet.

I rest for a moment before brushing my teeth and deciding to end my shower.

I open the translucent door to my walk in shower and immediately feel cool air rushing to stick to my skin, causing goosebumps to form. My lips quiver, and my teeth begin to chatter when I quickly grab my bath towel and wrap it around my cold body.

The most calming experience I've had in whiles - was that exact shower.

The cold weather outside fighting to beat the warm temperature of the water I was under.

In the end. It won that battle.

Because when I leave I enter reality once again. That it's late fall. And I still have things to do tonight.

I walk out of my bathroom, into my bedroom.

I look in my closet for a dress that wouldn't be too uncomfortable.

I found this tight black dress, it was long-sleeved, and reached to my mid-thigh.

I got a black bra and black underwear to wear as well so that nothing could possibly slip out.

I grab a black puffer coat that I've been waiting to wear for the longest time, but until now the weather has been so warm.

And now it's cool, and dreary out.

I get dressed quickly and receive another message from Ino.

"I'm outside." She wrote.

"Be right out." I text back.

I throw on some black doc martens and grab my purse before walking out to Ino's car.

I see her in her cheer uniform, and Sakura, another cheerleader that I'm also friends with sitting in the back seat. Ino sits in the passenger seat, alongside her boyfriend Sai. Sai is another quiet kid, but Ino really liked him throughout middleschool. They've been a thing since freshmen year.

I enter the backseat next to Sakura.

"Hi!!" Sakura yells, wearing her cheer uniform, giving me a quick hug.

"Hi guys! The uniforms are so cute!" I smile and try to yell over loud music.

"Thank you! Don't worry we brought dresses too for the party. I love your outfit!" Ino yells, looking back at me as Sai begins to drive to the school.

We arrive in a short amount of time. We get out of the car and I notice that it's real foggy, and dark out. Just like how Ino said it would be.

We walk up to the football field.

I see the other team, and then our team on the other side of the field.

The big scoreboard all lit up.

The blinding lights that light up the field.

We walk over to the track that surrounds the football field, making our spot almost right next to the other cheerleaders.

But we are right in front of the student section, where the many, many bleachers are already almost full.

"People must've been really excited for the big senior football game, huh." I say, placing down my purse near the gate where I'm going to be sitting.

"Yep! It's always a huge deal every year. But especially this year since the senior are just so dreamy.." Sakura says, admiring the team.

"They look so good in uniform.." Ino adds. "Baby, you would look really good in a uniform. I'd go wild." She smirks and hugs the taller figure.

"Thanks." He says quietly.

I couldn't deny.. they do look really good.

And although I hate Sasuke, he stands out. In a good way too.

I see Mrs. Eddie in the crowd smiling with her husband.

I scowl at the fact that she went to watch Sasuke but is with her husband.

Weirdo.

"Baby can you go get us some snacks from that consession stand?" Ino asks Sai.

"Yeah of course." He says before hopping over the gate and walking over.

"He's the best." Ino smiles, watching him go.

"You're so fortunate." I giggle at her.

"When are you gonna get a boyfriend?" Sakura asks me.

And without thinking I quickly say "When are you?"

There's silence.

"I didn't mean it like that hun.. it's just that I feel like it's nice to have someone like that." Sakura smiles and sits next to me on the ground against the gate.

I look at her and give her a sympathetic look.

She smiles, showing that she didn't take it like that.

Sai returns with some food and hands some to Ino and places the rest on the ground near us.

"You guys can take whatever you want." Ino smiles at us.

I smile back but politely decline her offer.

I'm not really hungry.

The foot ball players are let off after their stretches to come hang out before the game starts.

Sasuke and Naruto walk towards us.

"Hey!" Naruto waves and runs over here.

"Hi Naruto." I say.

"Surprised to see you here without a notebook." He laughs.

"Surprised to be here." I smile and stand up.

"I'm really cold." I say.

"Come inside, your wearing a tiny little dress, of course you're cold." Sasuke says, looking me up and down.

I follow him inside, waving my friends goodbye since they have to warm up with the cheer team.

"So, you really are coming the the party tonight." Sasuke says, looking at me.

I look back at him when we lock eyes. I quickly look at the ground awkwardly, but I can still feel his eyes on me.

"Yeah, I guess so." My hands are in the pockets of my puffer coat.

We enter the school and I take my coat off.

Sasuke takes the coat from me and carries it himself.

"Where are we supposed to go?" I ask.

"If you want to we can just roam the halls." He says.

I look up at him and nod assuringly.

We walk together in the desolate hallways of our highschool.

"Are you going to college for football?" I ask.

"That's the idea." He responds. "Can't believe this is my last highschool game though."

"I bet." I smile at the floor.

He leads me up the stairs.

"I don't seem to understand you.." He begins.

But he stays silent for a moment.

"And why is that?" I ask him to keep talking.

"Because everyone is so attracted to me. And you're just.. different. You little nerd." He chuckles deeply.

I wanna squeeze my legs together after that hardy laugh of his came out.

"What do you mean? You're saying I'm not attracted to you?" I ask.

"Yeah, pretty much." He summarizes.

"I mean.. You're pretty annoying."

"You callin' me pretty, princess?" He looks at me and smirks when I look back up at him.

"No.. I never said that!" I giggle.

"Oh but you're thinking about it aren't you."

"No.. maybe." I blush slightly and look down.

Since when was he so... charming.?

We walk in silence for a few more minutes before he leads me back downstairs and he hands me my coat.

"Thanks." I say, putting on the puffy product.

"You're welcome." He says before opening the door, leading us outside.

He led me back to the track where the cheerleaders are before running onto the field.

Before the game begins, they congratulate the seniors on their final game and for the time and effort they've put into making the team a greater one.

"Welcome to the annual senior football game, or the last football game of the season." The speakers sound a raspy male voice.

"I'd love to congratulate the following senior football players. Naruto Uzamaki, Sasuke Uchiha, Shikamaru Nara, and Kiba Inuzuka. Thank you all for contributing to making the football team not only great, but remarkable. You guys may collect your flowers and name bomber jackets after the game tonight. I hope everyone enjoys the final game of the season." He concludes the announcement.

Everyone begins clapping and getting extremely hyped up and the game begins shortly after.

The game goes by quickly. Almost too quickly.

Our team winning within an hour due to mercy rule.

Their team hadn't even scired a touchdown.

Each time we scored a touchdown the band in the stands would play victory music.

And at the very end to celebrate our victory they played the entire song.

He wasn't lying when he said the team was great and remarkable.

I've never seen such a thing.

By the end we all get ready to leave. Which I'm excited to do as I was fucking freezing.

Before we leave, I admire the dreary atmosphere.

It's gorgeous.

Foggy. Dark. Desolate. And Dreary.

It's everything.

It'd the end too. I'll never be able to experience this again.

"Hey, Ino. I'm really glad you had me come out tonight." I smile as I catch up beside her, walking to her car.

"Of course honey. It sucks that this is the last time we're ever really going to have an event like this happening." She frowns, but then she smiles. "But at least we can still party!!" She yells, causing Naruto, Kiba, Sasuke, Sakura, and even Sai to start shouting too.

I laugh.

Sasuke comes over to me. "Wanna ride with me? I'm lonely!" He yells over the shouting adolescents around us.

"Yeah sure!" I yell back and he grabs my arm, leading me to his car.

We're laughing and running together in the soft mist falling from the leaves above us.

And it's then that I realize that I think I've fallen in love with him.

This has always been my dream.

Being able to laugh and have fun with someone like this in the dreary world we live in.

We get to his car and just stand there, both hands in eachothers.

"I wanna try something.." He says.

I giggle "Try what?"

"Kiss me." He says before letting go of my hands and putting them on my waist, pulling my cold body closer to his.

Without a word, I bring my hands to his jaw and pull his face closer to mine.

I stand on tippy toes so I can reach the already slightly bent over man.

I feel hot breath hit my face, and can see the white clouds from the hot air hitting the cold atmosphere.

I sit for a moment and smile. He smiles too before closing his eyes.

I follow him and close my own eyes.

I pull him as he pulls my waist and our lips collide with one another.

The sultry feel of his lips is not only breath taking, but addictive. I can't get away from it. I want to feel it forever.

We release before he pecks my lips once more and I let go of his jaw. I get off my tippy toes and he straightens his posture, looking down at me.

I look back up at him.

My face feels so red and hot.

My lips feel wet and puffy.

I smile at him.

He smiles back before almost snapping out of a trance.

He coughs then proposes "We should get going." And walks to the driver side of the car.

I walk to the passenger seat, frowning.

Wishing, no, wanting that moment to have gone on longer.

But it was just a kiss.

In this dreary parking lot.

With someone who meant nothing to me yesterday.

I buckle my seat belt and he begins driving, not bothering to put on his or even turn on music.

"Where is the party?" I ask.

"Shikamaru's house, he lives pretty close to the school." He responds, pulling out of the school property.

"Oh, yeah, he lives on my road." I say.

"So it'll be easy to get you home then won't it." He smirks at me. "Just don't get drunk princess."

I smile back at him.

We make in there in the next two minutes.

"I'm gonna change in the bathroom, come with me?" He asks.

"Yeah, sure." I say.

"Great." He says, parking and opening his door.

We both exit the vehicle and go to the front door, where we enter what's already a shit hole full of teenagers.

He grabs my wrist so he won't lose me and leads me to the bathroom.

Luckily no one is in there, so we can easily go in.

We go into the bathroom and Sasuke takes off the football gear he had on.

Right in front of me.

I covered my eyes.

"What are you, a virgin? You don't have to do that." He chuckles.

"Well I am a virgin, one, and two do you want me to open my eyes and watch you change?" I take my hands on my eyes to see him in boxers and no shirt.

I instantly blush and go to cover my eyes again when he grabs my wrist before I can.

"You're a virgin?" He asks.

"Yes..?" I question why he would ask that when I just said I was.

I mean.. yeah, virgin at 18 is kinda weird. But listen, I want it to be with someone I actually really like and wanna marry one day.

"How are you a virgin when you look like this?" He puts his hands on my waist.

"I just wanted it to be with the right person.." I say.

"I could be your right person." He says immediately after, almost cutting me off.

"Sasuke, how could you be the right person when we aren't even dating. We weren't even talking like that before what? Five minutes ago? I don't think so."

"Wow. You wound me. You don't want this baby? We could have this.. we could have everything." He rolls his eyes dramatically and holds his heart.

"Sasuke.. it's not like that. I would love that but.."

"Then why won't you let me fuck you?" He cuts me off.

"You know what Sasuke. Maybe I will." I walk up to his placing my hands on his bare chest.

He takes my jacket off me.

"Yeah? You want me to punish you for arguin' with me?" He brings his hands to the bottom of my skirt before rolling it up, up, and further up..

Until it's up to my belly button.

"Huh?" You want that?" He brings his hands to the hem of my underwear, slowly pulling them down. "I want an answer."

"Yes, Sasuke." I nod, tears prick my lashline at subtle realization of what I'm doing.

But those tears of sadness turn to tears of neediness.

He pulls them down to pool at my ankles and turns me around violently, bending my over the sink.

"Now you can watch in the mirror as I fuck you since you're just such a naughty little virgin f'me."

Tears that were once stuck in my eyes begin to roll down my cheeks.

"Look at yourself." He pulls my hair back to make me look at myself in the mirror in front of me.

"Sasuke.." I moan softly.

"What?" He asks.

"Please.."

"Please what baby?"

"Please fuck me good.. wan' a remember you.." I moan when he messes with my clit.

"I will baby.."

I see in the mirror him pulling down his boxers and I can see his large cock spring from his boxers.

It bends downward from sheer mass weighing the large head downwards.

He leads it to my puffy and neglected cunt and I start to grind myself into him.

"Patience honey.." He flashes a toothy grin as he covers his tip in my essence before gently putting it in and completely out before repeating that motion.

After a few times, I suddenly feel more going into me.

It hurts.

It hurts so bad at first when he begins to fuck me with half his length.

Until that pain turned into an unbelievable wave of pleasure.

"Fuck-." I manage to moan out. "S'good.."

When he begins to fuck me with his full length I can feel it against my cervix.

"S'big Sasuke.." I moan out to him.

"It's okay baby.. doin' so good for me.. fuck. So tight!" He groans, kitting his head fall back with pleasure when he breaks me in.

I'm seconds from cumming already as I squeeze around him..

"Fuck! Are you about to cum?" He asks, fucking me harder as I suck him in.

My clit begging to be played with I reach my hand under and begin rubbing it in slopping circles.

"Mhm.." I respond to his previous question.

"Fuck me too baby.." He says, slapping my ass hard enough to leave marks.

"'M cumming!!" I moan loudly to warn him.

"Fuck!" He groans meeting his own climax.

His thrusts become slow and sloppy until it stops.

"Fuck.. Sasuke.." I breathe out heavily.

I watch his bare chest fall up and down as he's out of breath as well.

"I'm gonna.. stop by your house tomorrow.. with plan b.." He says inbetween breaths.

I giggle and stand up, pulling my dress down.

"I need to go home." I say, looking at my mascara covered under eyes and my messy hair.

He walks up behind me and hugs me.

"Look at us baby.. maybe I won't buy you plan b. Maybe I'll just keep you forever." He holds his hands on my stomach.

I giggle. "Keep me forever? You were just gonna leave me?"

He chuckles back. "I'm moving to go to college babe." He turns me around.

"But.."

"I know honey. But I'll still be right here." He pokes my heart.

"Was that your plan?" I shout at him. "To fuck me into remembering you and being attracted to you because I was the one fucking virgin girl who wanted a fucking future without you in it!?"

"Well now I'll be in your dreams and your future." He winks and had been putting on his sweatpants and a tight black shirt, along with his bomber jacket. "Now.. imma go party. But.. I'll always be with you okay? You're mine now. I'm no one else's. I'll visit you." We walks over and puts hands on my hips, kissing my cheek.

"I fucking love you but hate you so much for this." I chuckle and peck his lips.

"I love you." Is all he says when he walks out the bathroom.

I walk out after him, with no underwear on and go sit outside, away from the party.

The dreary outside world.

That I couldn't just live my dream in.

I hear someone open the door walking outside.

"Let's go home." I hear Sasuke say behind me. "My place. Stay the night with me."

I get up and go down the steps and enter his car.

He enters after me.

"I have your underwear." He chuckles and holds them out in front of me.

I go to take them but he pulls them back towards himself.

"They're mine now. Just a little something to have when I don't have you at college." He winks.

"So the reality is.. you fucked me so I could remember what you feel like while you're off at college.. and now I'm yours and only yours forever huh." I narrow it all down.

"Pretty much. You're my princess."

"And you're no knight in shining armor." I smile at him.

He begins driving his to his home, in the foggy, desolate, dreary nighttime weather.

I'm not even gonna lie rn, that was probably the most descriptive shower writing piece I've ever written/even seen.

But um yeah this is kinda based on a relationship I had in highschool but obviously most of it is not real.. because I would've not acted like that.

But I hope you guys enjoyed it lol it took me like 3 hours to write but I actually was really into this one and think it had some reality to it.

#naruto #sasuke uchiha #<3's for sasuke #sasuke smut #sasuke x yn #dreary #football #highschool au #naruto smut #naruto one shots #smut #sasuke naruto #sasuke

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Random Thoughts on HTTYD RoB S1 (Ep14-20)

Ep14- Just made a headcanon: Bucket and that buddy of his that's always with him whose name I've forgotten are a couple

Whispering Deaths look so so different, and they're Boulder class?

"-he can't fly, remember?" "Aaaand, who's fault is that?" I hate myself for laughing at this, but yeah it happened - it's one heck of a low blow tho, bad Snotlout

Is the Whispering Death an ex of Toothless? No? Sorry, I'll stop

It saddens me how little character the twins have in this show..

"M- Ma- Maybe because he can't stand the pressure of everybody always expecting him to have the answers!!!" That is so freaking valid, he's right!! Everyone always relies on him to know everything about dragons - wasn't Hiccup supposed to be the specialist? Ask him

Nice to see the two nerds on their early days of "geeking out"

Snotlout considers Hiccup is arch-nemesis?? What da heck, child, what has your dad been telling you? Or what have you been telling yourself

Ep15- Meatlug and Fishlegs are probably the best functioning duo after Hiccup and Toothless

While I'm glad to see the twins saying more than a couple words this episode, it makes me sad they're treating Barf&Belch so bad... They're such a good dragon

We're finally meeting Dagur!! Yayyy, I've been waiting for him

Also, Snotlout admires Dagur? And Dagur is a bully, huh

Did Dagur have a braid in RttE? I'm almost sure he didn't

Barf&Belch are so freaking cute, really, they are

Gobber is the only one saving this peace treaty thing

Two heads, one for each chief - that actually would make sense :|

Snotlout is such a freaking nuisance, my god why do they all put up with him

He keeps on being an asshole, but the sheer extra-ness of his pose on the rock doesn't let me be too mad at him

Glad to see the twins worried about Barf&Belch but wish they had done it sooner..

Ep16- Cousins episode??? Yaaaaaaas please

Hiccup's little satisfied smile when Snotlout flew away was everything

Hookfang!!! Baby is gone, nouuuu

Also, Snotlout's voice cracking when he called out "Hooky? Fangster?" my heart broke

Snotlout is being difficult on purpose and I salute Hiccup for not having hit him yet

I swear, every single episode focusing on the cousins has at least one moment of emotional turmoil between the two

And during Snotlout's bohoo speech, I'm almost 100% sure that if Hiccup hadn't stopped him after Snotlout mentioned his pegleg, Snotlout would continue on, and reveal those are all things Spitelout now mentions to Snotlout, like "Ya see, Hiccup, Stoick's boy, defeated the Red Death! He even lost a leg - what prouder scar on a Viking than a missing limb! - meanwhile you just trail after him, can't even control your own dragon!!" or something like that, like what he does in "Not Lout"

Try to convince me I'm wrong, I dare you

Toothless and Snotlout having a bonding moment defeating enemies together is not something I thought I'd ever see, but I happily welcome it

Also, Snotlout being competent, yes, me like

"Look, Snotlout, I'm-" "Hungry, right?" "...heh, heh.. Yeah, exactly." "Me too." This little exchange was everything, what the heck, why have I never heard of this episode before??

Hiccup's little laugh was so soft, so precious, my god I love these two

This has been my fave episode so far, it was really sweet

Ep17- Snotlout and Hookfang in: sharing is caring💖 (about the salmon)

Of course everyone joined the party

"Hey, look!" "I can't see anything through the tears!" Tuff still has some of his good lines

Hiccup's mom?? We're mentioning Valka here? Wow, thought that was a taboo topic, like the Night Furies

I mean, not Valka, I don't think she existed until HTTYD2, but still, just Hiccup's mom is already a lot

Fishlegs is the only teen with common sense in this group

Ruff joining Astrid on hitting Tuff made me snort

"Put yourself in his shoes-" "Shoe." I shouldn't have laughed but that was just funny

"What if it were your mother?"....."I hate you." 2nd time I hear Snotlout delivering such a deadpan I hate you, and it's still funny (1st time was right in the beggining of rtte, btw)

The Smoke Breaths are kinda cute, ngl

"I knew he hated me!" Nah, Hookfang is just as emotionally constipated as you are, but he likes you a lot

Ya know, in retrospective, Snotlout and the twins were in the right abandoning Johann

She made him a dragon toy?? Is this foreshadowing that Hiccup's mom liked dragons??

Ep18- Fishlegs missing training not necessarily because he's afraid of Snotlout, but because he genuinely doesn't like violence nor Snotlout - flex

He's singing to Meatlug, again, my lord, these two are so sweet

But Fishlegs is a bit codependent, is no one gonna talk about that?

He's selling the fucking eggs......... Snotlout, why

Also, he bought a kid. And he's mentioned owning people before. What the fuck is up with Snotlout and human trafficking, seriously. I'm just wondering what this reflects on Spitelout... What has he been teaching his son??

Is this the episode? Is Fishlegs finally gonna punch Snotlout's face in the face?? Please???

Wow. He didn't even hit him. He didn't have to. Fishlegs is not afraid of Snotlout, not really. He just doesn't like him, nor violence, so he let's Snotlout do his pathetic little number, not really caring about it, because it's really not important to him. He's proud of himself, of his knowledge and intelligence and he's unafraid to show his sensitivity or be kind. Because he's confident and unafraid of being himself, despite what his bullies may say. Fishlegs is so freaking strong and I'm not talking about physical strength here (tho he is that too)

Fishlegs has a level of self-love and loyalty to himself that I can only dream of having

He's just.. so awesome

You know, normally, this type of episode would play out with the character that found the egg getting way over their head with the power that came with it, and abusing it in the worst ways possible, only realising the harm they've done right before its too late and fixing everything on the last minute, with the help of the people he hurt before, during their megalomaniac craze. That's exactly what I was expecting out of this episode.

But then, Fishlegs made the right decision right from the start, putting the egg back in its place, throwing my plot guess out the window. His kindness and sensitivity threw me in a loop, and my love for his character has just renewed here

And geez, he still felt responsible for the mess Snotlout caused!! And he even saved the day!! My boy Fishlegs is just amazing

I'm repeating myself aren't I?

Ep19 - Oh, we're allowed to talk about Night Furies after all? Something tells me we'll get nowhere with this, but sure

"Uh, dad, Gobber, other scary-looking vikings, I'd just like to say, in my own defense, that I cannot control Snotlout or the twins 24 hours a day!" pfff, poor Hiccup

An island of Night Furies...? That was Mildew, wasn't it?

"You're giving me, the twins?!" the sheer betrayal Snorlout had oozing from that sentence

To be fair, the twins did zero

The Changewing actually cozied up to Snotlout, aww

Astrid is too competent for this village, in this essay I will-

The island was a scheme, who woulda thought?? - ^ -

Mildew absolutely sucks and he's a disgusting human being and that's all I'm gonna comment on it

Ep20- Hiccup kidnapping no. 36

Also, Hiccup being a sassy little shit to his enemies part 124

Mildew is gonna betray Hiccup isn't he..?

Toothless doesn't even hurt his guards! He just strolls past them like a boss, casually slapping them with their tail as he goes - the sassyness is not just a Hiccup thing

Okay, maybe Mildew won't betray Hiccup, but I still don't like him!

"Weird" ....... "Getting weirder~!" Tuff's reactions are perfectly appropriate, and exactly like mine

Ahhhhh, of course it was just a trap!! Seriously, fuck that man

Cute ending tho, the rider's part

Alright, 1st season of RoB is done! Wohooo

I have some thoughts, like surprise that Dagur isn't the main villain yet, and a little disappointment that the riders aren't as entertaining as in RttE

But still, the show is fun and I still love this crew of idiots - happy to see what will come next

Bring it on Mildew!! >:pppp

(Have a diva! Snolout from ep15 for happy travels)

Byebyeee ^^

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rsbry-beret · 3 years ago

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watching vox machina for the first time!!

SPOILERS BELOW. SO MANY. FOR ALL THE EPISODES IN SEASON 1

telling apart vax and vex is gonna SUCK

liam obrian my beloved

they’re so stupid this mean council guy is OBVI a dragon who can shapeshifte,, these fools

the king is a dilf

awwww vax with kids

AWWWW THE KIDS ARE DEAD UH

gnc barkeep nice

this show is rly gross like. barf blood ew

THSI INTRO SLAPS

thought fince the dragon was just trying to drive down real estate prices until he mentioned bargaining w gold

TUSK LOVE in gilmore’s shop omg

WAIT THE SCOTTISH GUYS THE DRAGON WHATTTTT NOT THE RAISIN GUY ???

why is there a troll dick

this sad victorian stage coach??? apparently his name is DESMOND which. yeah.

omg vampire nevromancer power couple?? hate them but also love that for them.

i’ve been told to stop chanting “horsdeourves” (how spell)

oh 1% anime boy has trauma D:

THE SNAKES NAME IS SIMON 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍

vax ur awesome

yea okay i love percy hes my fav

apparently he needs wooden bullets?

side note would silver work ???? bc ik silver works for “evil” creatures generally like werewolves and steel for “nice” creatures like fey?? so would vampires count hmmm

also btw their fancy outfits are so coooool i love them !!

we’re taking a break and i have many thoughts;

do grogs tattoos have significance??

also cleric struggling w faith hell yea cool side quest tho

vax being disaster bisexual ICONIC of him

surprisingly i am not struggling w vax vs vex names v much :0

BEADS OF LOVE

your soul is forfeit dude ur so cool

duuuude secret passages!!!

WHY did the guards keep the twins together??? big stupid moment ngl

woa the ever light kinda dark tho. just saying.

keyleth <3 ur so nice 🥰🌸😇

ghosts fuck yes

NOOO THE GUARDS WERE SO HOT NOOOOO

aw grog not wanting to break piles shrine

ghost grabbed grogs titties lol

why doesn’t ANYONE have the light spell omgggg

PERCY IS CURB STOMPING A GHOST RN WHAT

He’s my fav

oh my GOD grog’s “what if i need you?” 🥺🥺🥺

“you’re their light now” stfu 😭😭

omg gilmore’s back :0

ok but what the heck IS percys weird shadow smoke thing??? intriguing

oh my god vax is a bisexual disaster wow.

these scenery shots are sooo pretty oh my god

oh my god that’s a massive fuck off dog

woaaa cool omg it’s just a torso that’s metal as fuck

that’s awesome ok

wow

hahah cool blood dogs okie

it’s sorta trottin along aww

percy’s tutor guys is eugh

AWWWW VAX “kiki”

bruh “friend”

wow these guys. suck at not accidentally bringing up percys trauma lol

vex’s abandonment issues popping off okay

this whitestone flashback is GORGEOUS so it’s gonna be in ruins now :/

yea it sucks now 😬 sun tree looking uhhhh

fits the vampire aesthetic a lot more now ngl but i like the pretty version personally

oh damn. the ending of episode 5. damn. augh

percy V pale. vitamin deficiency? very very white boy

why tf are there giants/goliaths here?? does not make sense bestie like is it an ecosystem thing? additional guard force?? i am wondering.

whitestone? more like graystone OOOOO BURN it’s bc the city is dirty.

religious person keeping the peace? BOOOO RISE UP VIVA LA RESISTANCE

Oh nvm she’s in the resistance ! sick. good for her.

aww archie and percy childhood crushes?? adorable

everlight on FIRE?? i guess not dark now but that can’t be good oof

“those were bad ideas and you should all feel bad” so tru bestie

also vax and percy standing like a power couple in that scene polycule rights

that’s a RLY COOL gun scope omg

haha back door team are all bottoms

oh my GOD they can’t open the door jesus

help action unsuccessful yikes scanlan

scANLANS FOOT???

PERCY FELL OUT A WINDOW

oh my god archie is nice and i like him <3

keyleth going FERAL I LOVE THAT FOR HER

WAIT. scanlans piercing is on the gay ear !!!!!

FUCK YES NO MERCY PERCY

and the NAME melts off the GUN this RULES

Cassandra is alive!!!!! holy shitttt

percy was a NERD in his youth

still is lol

this tutor suuuuuuucks booo

“who’s the sixth barrel for?” THE SHADOW. OH.

awwww archie and percy <3 <3 cute

let. me. be. annoying.

oh this lute music is a VIBE.

scanlans song slaps as well this is great

OMG THE GUARDS ARE PLAYING DND HAHA

“he’s a really tall guy” “scanlans just got shrunk” thanks @a-human-pippin-took i’m dumb at moments

WHAT FIRE BREATH WHAHAHAT HA

HEY HE IS BURNING DOWN THE HOUSE!!!!

this rules.

DUDE HES A TRICERATOPS THIS IS AMAZING 🦖🦕🦖🦕🦖

So dinosaurs are real??? or are they like mythical creatures in this universe ?

i can’t believe this mission was a total success good job scanlan

dick lightning omg nice sam

oh shit. cass. fuck man.

FUCK this tutor guy !

this loser brought a sword to a gun fight. sHit nvm he brought golems

OH MY GOD SHES ALOVE SHE SURVIVED JESUS CHRIST AH THANK GOD

pikes side quest goin Wild rn

oh THATS what it’s supposed to look like. a bit more light-y

oh this possession thing is uhhhhhh Fucked Up

oh my GOD percy is cool. fucked up but cool.

cass is. she has trauma as well! oof moment

oh my god. keyleth and the de rolo crest. that’s cool as fuck 😌😌

this vampire building is cool af and definitely trustable!!

uhhh that’s some. strange looking ceiling mold. 😬

oh FUCK THAT the hanged children have been ununalived now

ARCHIE NOOOOOIIIIIIOOOOOOIIOJOOKOOOOOOO THIS IS SO SAD

still torn up about that but holy shit keyleth

aw “kiki” 💚💚💚

that was a V good speech percy!! i miss archie :,(

oh my god “you know i’m in love with you, right?” “NOW?”

PIKE YES

“marry me?” “yes right now let’s do it” “really?” “no”

aw fuck still zombos

necromancer lady tattoo is messy as fuck. stick poke?

vax u CANT just free EVERYONE who the briarwoods hate,,

woa percy what did she do tho

oh this credits song!! <3 cute

oh FUCK this doctor lady

egh i rly don’t like anna ripley eghhhh

i agree w scanlan lol the smoke is a Bit fucked up lol lol hmmmm

WOA

OH MY GOD WHAT PERCY WHAT UR SOUL DUDE WHAT WOAH WHAT

this is so sus

cass u better be chill and not not chill

OH THATS SO COOL OMG “you’re at the bottom of my list”

taliesin king of one liners and crow noises

i only just realized pike is astral projecting

sick dagger vax 🔥🔥🔥

WAIT THE NAME CAS NO

shit fuck balls i called it

shittttt

percys crying vex is crying i’m gonna cry

HEAVY METAL

grog why is ur dick named that,,,,,

oh scanlan u genius

WATCHING W SUBTITLES ORTHAX IS THE WEIRD DEMON WTF AHHHH

percy holding his arm back from shooting cass,,,

oh my god scanlans muted,,,, smart but UGH

PIKE !! ❤️❤️❤️❤️💕❤️💕❤️❤️💕💕💕

KEYLETH THE LIGHT YEs

WEAKENS VAMPIRE FREES VEX THIS RULES YES

FUCK. YES. PIKE. THIS IS AWESOME KICK HER ASS

ok that fight was EPIC

And cass is more chill again!

aw fucks sake vampire lady pls stop it jeez

KEYLETH

the demon is orb

shittttttt

percy nooo ur soul is being overtaken haha

okay i got so wrapped up in the last episode i forgot to write ANYTHING but this show is VERY GOOD i highly recommend

!!!

#Rsbry’s jam #vox machina #vox machina spoilers #critical role #critical role season 1 #the legend of vox machina #tlovm

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whataboutmyfries · 4 years ago

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Desi James!

So, fair warning to all of you that is this a very chaotic disorganised brain barf kinda bulleted fic about my boy James because I refuse to accept that he is a white boy, sorry not sorry. But i LOVE Indian James so so much and I just HAD to write him a lil something. so enjoy! ~

First off, I refuse to believe that James is not the chaotic Indian child that I believe he is. No, I will not be taking any suggestions

But imagine young James running around his neighbourhood on Holi, playing with the neighbouring kids.

The amount of PRANKS oh my god. it is absolute PANDEMONIUM.

Of course, Mrs Potter makes Kachoris and thandai and Dahi vada.

James is SUCH a mother’s boy it’s not even funny. He loves her to death

But let's be honest here, who wouldn't? That’s Euphemia potter right there; you can't help but love her.

James being waAAAAaayy ahead of everyone in his class in all the general muggle subjects when he gets to hogwarts because he studied ICSE.

There was a time when Sirius thought he knew everything in the world cause he knew all the maths and science and social science that ICSE taught him (RE: James potter is an adorable nerd)

James curses in Hindi so he rarely ever gets in trouble for foul language.

Remus is insanely jealous

So naturally, James teaches Sirius and Remus all the Hindi cusses he can think of. (he spends half his time rolling on the floor at their accents. It’s brilliant.)

Cue Snape being the slimy git he is; he puts bright gold dye in James’s shampoo

James: “ABBEY MADARCHOD BHAES KE LAUDE TERI TO-”

Everybody is Very Confused ™ but Sirius and Remus can barely hold him back for how hard they’re laughing. James looks like an enraged Oscars trophy

Sirius picking up little bits of Hindi from when the potters adopt him and soon their notes in class are almost all in Hindi.

Added bonus: barely anyone can figure out their maraudering plans now; they’re all in Hindi.

Okay, James smuggles SO MUCH Maggie into Hogwarts it is UNREAL.

I’m pretty sure he could feed the entirety of Hogwarts for a full year, and they’d still have some left over.

And of course, nobody grows up around Euphemia and doesn’t know how to cook.

So whenever his boys are upset, James sneaks down to the kitchens and makes them all Indian food.

BUT IMAGINE THE MARAUDERS’S FIRST BIG FESTIVAL TOGETHER!!!!

I’m gonna go ahead and say it's Diwali cause why not?

James absolutely forgets that his parents speak Hindi too, and he casually calls Sirius bakchod or something and his mother raises an eyebrow at him across the table.

Whoops

THE FOOD THE FOOD THE FOOD THE FOOD

The boys take a whole day to drive around the city eating every Indian street food imaginable.

It is bliss.

Both Sirius and Remus vow never to have any other kind of food again

James promises that he’d always cook for them whenever they wanted

JUST INDIAN JAMES OKAY???

~ translations and context: - ‘ABBEY MADARCHOD BHAES KE LAUDE TERI TO-’: you motherfucking son of a buffalo im going to- - Kachoris and thandai and Dahi vada.: Traditional indian food typically made for Holi: the festival of colours - Maggie: aka my favourite thing EVER. its essentially indian ramen and it is WONDERFUL you have to try it - Diwali: the famous festival of lights!

#JAMESSSSS #DESI JAMES FOLKS #god i love him #this is sO rushed and SO shitty i apologise #GDJHGFHJRG #James Potter #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #no im not eating maggie rn what are you talking about?#yes i am a desi kid born and raised

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babymetaldoll · 4 years ago

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DIWK - Chapter eight: "There is no I in Team"

Word count: 8,4K

Summary: It's Spencer's birthday, and the team meets Mikey, Lu, and Frank. Reader is no longer in denial, but she has no idea what she is doing. Also, Rossi is here.

Warnings: Cursing, frustration, please don't hate me.

A/N: Hi! I hope you enjoy this fluffy chapter 'cos... well... things are a few chapters away from getting a little messed up. Thank you for all the support! your likes and comments keep me writing! Love you all!

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(Y/N)'s point of view

Suddenly, working at the BAU wasn't just catching serial killers. After almost two years at the FBI, I was dealing with some serious issues that were starting to get in the middle of me and work: Spencer Walter Reid.

I didn't want to face it, and I knew I was trying to deny it as much as I could, but even when I kept telling everybody no, deep down, I knew the answer was yes.

I was falling for my best friend.

But I refused to deal with my feelings. There were more important things to do, like catching killers and celebrating Spencer's 26 birthday. So yes, I was screwed.

Penelope organized a breakfast celebration at the BAU with the whole team on his birthday, and I was in charge of the cake. I baked it myself the day before, and Lu decided to help me. And by "help me," apparently, she actually meant "drive me crazy."

- "So, when is Spencer's birthday?"- she sat and sipped her tea at the kitchen island as I continued mixing ingredients.

- "Sunday, October 28th, why?"

- "Just asking. And what's the plan?"

- "Tomorrow Friday, we'll throw an early birthday breakfast at the BAU. Then, I was planning to have a huge surprise party for Spencer here Saturday night. If we are called on a case, then we are doomed. But if we are home, we should definitely celebrate Batsy's day."

- "Aha"- I cut her a questioning gaze, and she just smiled- "I was just trying to make conversation."

- "Ok..."

- "And waiting patiently for you to face the fact you are in love with Spencer."

I nearly dropped the mixer bowl as soon as I heard those words.

- "Lu, what the fuck?!"- I knew I was all kinds of shades of pink, but I did my best to keep my cool and pretend to be stony.

- "I'm just saying it's about time you drop the act and deal with your feelings."

I hated the fact she was right. I was in love with Reid. But I didn't want to talk about it. Honestly, I wasn't ready to acknowledge those feelings out loud 'cause it would make them real. And all I wanted at that minute was to pretend those feelings didn't exist.

- "The only feeling I am dealing with right now is with how pissed I am with your innuendo."

I turned my back at Lu and started looking for the right pan for the batter. I had bought three sizes just to make sure I'd get it right. I also made a mental note not to tell her that.

- "There's no innuendo. I'm telling you upfront. I know you are in love with Spencer."

- "What?!"- Lu laughed and walked to the kettle to pour herself another cup of tea.

- "You do remember I've known you since we were six years old, right?"

- "Yes, I remember that. But that doesn't mean you know how I feel about Spencer."

- "No, of course not. It means you can stop acting. I see through you! you are baking the man a cake."

- "So?"- I looked at her and raised an eyebrow, trying my best to look serious and not busted at all.

- "So you've never baked a cake for me, or Mikey, or Frank!"

- "Well, if you are all jealous, I'll bake one for your birthday then!"

- "(Y/N), please. The cake is just an example. You and I both know you are in love with him."

- "I am not"- I sighed and turned off the mixer, 'cos the batter was ready.

- "(Y/N)"- my friend whispered a few seconds later in a softer voice.

- "Lu?"

- "You are in love with Spencer Reid."

I took a deep breath and crossed my arms on my chest as I looked at her. She was smiling, pleased. It made me think of Frank's request a few months earlier when he asked me he and the guys wanted me to date Reid. I thought it had been cute. Now I was wondering if they all suspected I had feelings for my best friend.

- "Lucy, why are you so obsessed with this?"

- "'Cause he is in love with you too, and I want you to be happy"- and her answer kind of broke my heart.

- "Reid is not in love with me,"- I whispered and returned to the cake to pour the batter into the pans.

- "Why are you so sure?"

- "'Cos I know him! And I know he is in love with someone else"- Lu frowned and shook her head, in disagreement with my words. Like she knew him better.

- "Spencer Reid is in love with you, (Y/N). I've known it since the day I met him."

- "Spencer Reid is in love with JJ. I've known it since the day I met him 'cos he actually asked her out."

- "Oh, come on! You told me that story! Nothing happened!"

- "'Cos she doesn't like him, but you should see him when he is around her! and now that she is dating, it's so obviously killing him!"

I let my arms fall at my sides, defeated, and Lu tapped on the seat next to her. So I sat by her side and held the cup of tea I had left forgotten earlier when I had started baking.

- "So, tell me why you think Reid likes JJ"- Lu demanded, and I somehow managed to tell her what I felt without looking desperate. Or that's what I thought.

- "He worships the floor she walks upon. And I get it, she is cute, she is fun, blond, and friendly. I bet every guy she meets loves her. And it's awful 'cos I love her too, she is my friend. She's the sweetest."

- "But?"

- "But what?"

- "Sounded like you were going to tell me something like "But I hate her 'cos I am in love with Reid."

- "I don't hate JJ! I'm happy she has Will, though she hasn't told us about it. And I love working with her! she is sweet and amazing!"

- "But you are sure Reid loves her"- I just nodded- "Well, you are wrong."

- "Trust me, I'm not."

- "Well, then I'll have to meet that JJ girl and see if Reid looks in love with her."

- "How are you planning to do that?"

- "I don't know"- Lu simply shrugged and smiled- "Something will come up."

And something did come up. Spencer's birthday party. October 28th, 2007.

We threw him a surprise party at my apartment, and everybody came. Derek, Garcia, Prentiss, JJ, Hotch, Lu, Mikey, and Frank. It wasn't just Spencer's 26th birthday party. It was me not hiding anymore. I couldn't hide myself from the team if everybody were invited to my house and about to meet my friends. But I didn't care. I didn't actually think about it much at the moment, 'cos all I cared about was giving Spencer the best surprise birthday party on earth.

And I think I nailed it, 'cos he had no idea what was going on when he knocked on my door at eight. He was innocently holding a bag with some snacks I had asked him to bring for the movie marathon I told him we would have. And he believed me. He was adorable.

As soon as I opened the door and saw him there, my heart skipped a beat. Maybe that's why I didn't say much; I just smiled and invited him in.

- "Is your electricity out? Why are all your lights off, (Y/N)?"- he innocently asked, right before turning on the light and hearing everybody yelling "Surprise!!"

- "What the..."- Reid looked around in shock, not getting what was going on. Frank jumped over and nearly tackled him with a hug, making me laugh. Garcia turned to me in shock, but I just shook my head. That's Frank.

- "Happy barf day, doc!"

- "Thank you so much! Hey!"- Spencer looked around and looked at me. I smiled and watched how everybody got closer to him and hugged him. I don't know if he was ok with it, but he didn't seem to complain. The birthday boy hugged everybody that night.

Spencer's point of view

I don't think anyone had ever thrown me a surprise party before. I never suspected it. Not even a little. I was so glad they had done it, though. I was so happy to have friends and family to share that day with.

It was my fourth birthday at the BAU, the second (Y/N) had organized, and somehow I didn't feel alone anymore. People weren't friendly to me for being condescending. They actually liked me.

- "Doc! You are gonna love these!"- Frank nearly tackled me with his present- "It's from Mikey and me. We thought you might appreciate some new addition to your collection."

I chuckled and held the vinyl records he had given me: Elton John, The Clash, and Arctic Monkeys.

- "Collection?"- Morgan asked and looked at me, surprised- "You collect vinyl records, Reid?"

- "Yeah, I do actually,"- I smiled and kept my eyes on the records- "I think it's a unique classic format. It sounds better than digital, and it includes warmth, richness, and depth to the music you don't find in a cd or mp3."

- "And not just classical music?"- Derek was somehow surprised- "You actually listen to any other musical genre?"

- "What are you talking about?"- I argued, almost insulted- "Just because you think I'm a nerd doesn't mean I only listen to classical music. Last year I got a Johnny Cash record. You were there!"

Morgan raised his hands and smiled, defeated. I chuckled and looked at Frank and Mikey.

- "Thank you, guys."

- "Don't worry about it, come here"- Mikey opened his arms and pulled me into a hug. I tapped on his back and smiled.

I noticed JJ's look at Penelope and wondered if she was surprised I had friends out of the BAU. (Y/N) and I were always together, and we usually talked about what we do with her friends during the weekend. Our friends. They were our friends.

- "We already gave him his presents this morning,"- Garcia explained to Frank. I don't know why maybe she thought it was necessary to make sure he understood and let them know they weren't the only ones who had given me presents.

- "Ok, kids, we've got pizza, beer, and a Halloween cupcake for the birthday boy"- (Y/N) walked over and put on a party hat on my head. I smiled and also received the bottle of beer she handed me.

- "Thank you, chipmunk"- I whispered and felt her arm around my waistline, wrapping me sweetly as she rested her body against my side.

- "You are welcome, honey. Happy birthday."

The way she looked at me made me feel I was the most important person in the world for her for a solid minute. And I wondered how I could make her feel the same.

- "So, doc. How was the cake?"- Lu stood by my side and smiled at JJ, who was just talking to me about nothing important.

- "Good! It was delicious! Did you help (Y/N) bake it?"

- "No!"- she shook her head and chuckled- "I just came for moral support yesterday."

- "It was good! Real good! you can't go wrong with chocolate and raspberries."

- "I'm glad"- she smiled and looked at JJ. I shook my head, embarrassed, and made the proper introductions, though (Y/N) had already done it.

- "You have been (Y/N)'s friend since you were kids, right?"- JJ asked, and Lu smiled again, nodding.

- "We were all neighbors growing up. And... you and doc, how long have you been working together?"

- "For the last... three years, I'm the communication liaison of the team"- Lu nodded and sipped her cup of tea.

- "He has been an incredible addition to the Three Stooges' lives"- Lucy joked and turned to me for a moment. Then, she scanned my face carefully, keeping a big, warm smile on her face.

- "Mikey and Frank were so excited to hang out with you. They keep hoping to find Lila Archer each time they go to your house."

I heard JJ laughing and looking at me, surprised. Lu just kept her eyes on her tea for a moment and then stuck out her tongue to me playfully.

- "Lila Archer?"- JJ asked, shocked- "Are you two still talking? Is there something I don't know about?"

- "No! no!"- I quickly tried to explain- "The guys are obsessed with her. Frank, mostly, and they love to bug me with her."

I turned and looked at them. Frank was hugging (Y/N), and Mikey kept trying to steal her beer from her hands as she just chuckled. I stared at them for a second, and I know I smiled. Somehow I felt slightly jealous of Frank and Mikey for always being so physical with her, not overthinking everything they did around her. I always wished I could be like that. But then again, they weren't in love with her.

- "So you and (Y/N)'s friends get along pretty well"- JJ's voice was curious. I kept thinking she was shocked I had other friends.

- "Actually, we consider Spencer our friend,"- Lu answered and chuckled- "Please, don't tell them I told you this, but they always get excited to see you."

- "Me?"- I was shocked- "Why me?"

- "'Cos they admire you a lot. Frank keeps saying you are the coolest guy he has ever known."

I didn't know what to answer. I had never been one of the popular guys, so having Lu telling me those guys thought I was cool was pretty shocking and heartwarming.

- "Hey, doc! I heard you met Mrs. (Y/L/N),"- Frank said from the other side of the room, causing everybody to look at me. I nodded awkwardly and took a sip of my beer- "She's hot, isn't she?"

- "Frank!!"- (Y/N) yelled and hit his arm- "You are talking about my mom!!"

- "I am not ashamed, Nugget! You know what I think about her!"

- "Wait, princess!"- Morgan was still laughing when he started talking- "Your mom is Mrs. Robinson?"

- "I don't know! Frank is just a perv!"- my best friend argued, looking disgusted.

- "Your mom is a hottie. Deal with it!! Mikey thinks so too!!"- Frank threw his friend under the bus trying to save his own ass. Everybody kept laughing as (Y/N) gasped and turned to see him.

- "You are a sick bastard too!!"

- "I haven't said anything!!"- Mikey tried to explain, but it was useless. Everybody kept chuckling.

- "You are thinking about my mom!!"

- "Well, I'm pretty sure Reid thought about her too!"

- "What?! Why me?!"- I shrieked, and I know I blushed.

- "You saw Mrs. (Y/L/N)! Didn't you think she was hot?"- Mikey looked at me and snickered.

- "She was very welcoming and cordial with me"- I tried to say the most neutral things possible.

- "Dude! come on! she is hot!"- Frank argued and looked at me in shock

- "She is my friend's mother!"

- "Yes! please stop talking about my mother!!"- (Y/N) kind of shouted but chuckled a little at the end.- "Instead, can we talk about how hot Morgan looks tonight?"

- "What?"- Derek raised an eyebrow- "Where is that coming from, princess?"

- "Pure honestly"- (Y/N) replied with a warm smile- "Doesn't he, Garcia?"

- "My chocolate thunder is always the center of my attention,"- Penelope answered and winked at Morgan- "And it's not just tonight. He is always delicious."

I shook my head and took a look around. All my friends were together in the same room. For the first time ever. Only Ethan was missing.

- "(Y/N), where do you have more dishes?"- Prentiss asked her as (Y/N) walked back from the kitchen, carrying a tray with drinks.

- "I'll help you"- I quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed a few more dishes, plus napkins and a few coasters.

- "Thank you, honey bunny"- (Y/N) whispered and smiled at me when I walked back with everything.

- "You surely know your way around this house."- JJ pointed out, with a somehow suspicious tone of voice.

- "We hang out here a lot."- I explained and looked around, trying to find my beer.

- "Here you have, doc"- Mikey handed me a cold one, and I nodded- "The band has a gig Halloween night. If you are in town, you have to go."

- "Sure! I'd love to!"

- "You have a band?"- Garcia asked awed, and Mikey nodded- "You two? together?"

- "Yeah"- Mikey confirmed and looked at Frank, who talked with Morgan and (Y/N)- "Nugget and the doc are our biggest fans. They never miss a show when they are in town."

- "You go to rock shows?!"- Garcia was now in shock and hit my arm- "Does he go to the shows wearing band's t-shirts and jeans?! or in his usual wardrobe??"

Mikey chuckled and looked at me with a confused stare.

- "They don't hang out with you outside work a lot, do they?"

- "Yes! We do!"- and Penelope nearly jumped, insulted by those words- "We are just surprised 'cos there's a whole lot of our resident genius we haven't seen yet! like... going to rock shows!"

- "So you haven't seen him drunk? 'cos drunk doc is a beast!"

- "I am not a beast!"

- "I haven't seen him drunk! Boy wonder!! Why are you wilder with (Y/N)'s friends and not with us?"

- "We are his friends too,"- Mikey corrected her and smiled- "And we might push doc a little further, like the day we bet we couldn't drink a box of milk in 30 seconds."

I laughed, thinking about that moment, embarrassed and amused at the same time. It was true; the guys and I had a completely different dynamic than the one I had with my work team. Probably because from day one, neither Lu, Mikey, nor Frank labeled me as a dork. Well, sure, I was one, but so were them. They made me part of the group instead of being the "weird one" of the group. Somehow with Mikey, Lu, and Frank, I could be just plain Spencer and not Doctor Reid and allow myself to do silly, weird, dorky things, not afraid to be judged.

- "When did that happen?!"- JJ was in shock, overhearing that conversation and walking over with Lu.

- "A few weeks ago,"- Mikey answered and chuckled. I wasn't drunk that night; we just had a few beers. And it had been Frank who was incredibly persuasive about trying the milk challenge.

- "I made an equation, and we tried to beat it,"- I explained JJ, and Mikey laughed right away- "According to it, a regular human being might drink a whole box of milk in 33,3 seconds, and Frank argue he could do it in 30."

- "Spoiler, he couldn't"- Mikey added- "But he gave it a good fight, nearly died, choking."

- "Technically, he would have drowned"- I corrected- "It's called "dry drowning." It happens when water is in the mouth or nose and the vocal cords spasm, trapping the water, causing the person to asphyxiated."

- "That's a real thing?"- Garcia questioned in shock.

- "Yes, you drown, but you don't get any water in your lungs. Instead, it goes through your nose and your mouth, and the muscles close off and spasm."

- "Wow"- Mikey tapped on my back a few times and smiled- "I love that you know so much weird shit, doc. Happy birthday!"

- "Thank you..."

My birthday celebration was a blast. Mikey, Lu, and Frank were the hit of the party, and the BAU loved them. Penelope had a rocky start with Mikey, I think 'cos she was a little jealous I had done more weird things with them than with her, but everything was smooth after they shared their third beer.

I laughed so much my face hurt. Morgan and Frank told the weirdest and most incredible stories. Prentiss came up with a few fun games to play, and everybody was on board with them. Even Hotch. Lu and JJ talked a lot, and the two of them seemed to get along just fine.

(Y/N) was incredible. She made sure everything was perfect. The fact my birthday party had Halloween decorations melted my heart. She had all my favorite snacks, pizza toppings, and drinks. Even a Halloween cupcake. What else could I ask for in life? I had everything I always dreamt of: a family. And a best friend who loved me. Not in the same way I did love her, but you can't always have everything in life, right?

- "Thank you for everything, Munchkin!!"- one drunk Garcia hugged (Y/N) for the hundredth time, standing by the door. At two in the morning, she was the only one left, along with Morgan, who was her drive back home.

- "See you Monday at work, batgirl"- (Y/N) hugged her and giggled as Garcia nearly choked her with her tight embrace.

- "And you come here!!"- Penelope hugged me too and kissed my cheek- "I love you so much, boy wonder!! I'm so happy you are happy, 'cos you deserve to be the happiest you can be!"

- "Thank you, Garcia,"- I giggled and looked at Morgan- "Are you going to be ok?"

- "Hey!"- Penelope hit my arm (for the hundredth time that night) and frowned- "What do you mean if he is going to be ok? I can behave!"

- "I know you can! I'm sure you can! I'm asking Morgan 'cos it's late and he has to drive!"

- "I'm gonna be ok, kid."- Derek answered and smiled at me- "Do you need a ride?"- I shook my head and heard the words I was secretly waiting to listen to all night long.

- "You can crush the couch if you want to,"- (Y/N) suggested and turned to me, shrugging.

- "I can help you clean,"- I added right away, and she smiled. Morgan stayed still, staring at me, and I swear he was trying to read every single facial movement I could do. So I just looked at him and smiled.

- "Ok then, we'll leave you two alone. See you Monday at work"- Derek tapped on my back and gave (Y/N) a small hug. Garcia winked and walked out.

Just like that, it was finally just the two of us.

- "Did you have fun?"- (Y/N) whispered after she closed the door and rested her back against the wood. I nodded and smiled, staring at her eyes shine.

- "Very much. This was actually my first surprise party."

- "Ever?"- (Y/N) questioned and frowned- "Really? then I am glad I didn't know that before, 'cos I don't think I could have managed the pressure of having to make you the best surprise party on earth."

- "You raised to the occasion"- she smiled and walked to the kitchen. And I followed her.

- "Are you hungry?"- I heard her asking as she opened the fridge. I grabbed a bunch of dishes and glasses on my way to the kitchen and piled them on the sink.

- "Not really. I think it was really too much pizza."

- "Spencer Walter Reid, there is never enough pizza,"- she argued, trying to stay serious.

- "My stomach is telling me otherwise."

- "So there's no room left for a slice of chocolate raspberry cake?"- I turned around and found her smiling from the fridge. She held a cake and giggled playfully.

- "You baked another?"

- "I had some free time this morning, and I had the feeling this is how the evening was going to end."

I don't think there are enough words in the vocabulary to express how those words made me feel. And most of all, I don't think my brain functioned correctly each time (Y/N) looked at me how she was going that moment.

- "So honey. You, me, your new blu ray of the 7th season of Doctor Who."

- "Which blu ray?"

- "The one I just got you, dork."

When I thought I couldn't love her more. There it was. My doom.

- "You are just making this incredibly impossible for your birthday,"- I joked, and she burst out laughing.

- "You can see through me, doctor. I hate it."

- "I'm the best profiler in the BAU, (Y/N)."

- "Really? then why didn't you discover I was planning this party?"- I made a pause and bit my inner cheek. (Y/N) turned to me again and crossed her arms on her chest, waiting for an answer.

- "I'm guessing 'cos you are the best liar in the BAU."

- "You are god damn right."

We cleaned the living room, left most of the dirty dishes piled on the sink to take care of them in the morning. Then we cuddled on the couch with a cup of tea and some cake each.

- "Are you comfortable?"- I asked her wrapping my arm around her neck as she rested her head on my shoulder.

- "Perfect, you?"

- "Me too"

- "Hit it, then. It's time travel time, doc."

(Y/N)'s point of view

I woke up in Spencer's arms. He was taking me bridal style to my room. My face was pressed against his chest, and I swear I felt butterflies in my stomach just feeling his smell.

- "What is going on?"- I mumbled and saw him smiling at me.

- "You were snoring on the couch, so I'm taking you to bed."- he whispered, placing me carefully on my bed. Then, he took out my shoes and covered me with the blanket.

- "Stay,"- I pleaded and held his hand- "Don't sleep on the couch tonight. Stay with me."

I kept my eyes closed, 'cos it was embarrassing to see him as I asked him to sleep with me on the same bed.

- "Are you sure?"

- "It's your birthday. You can't sleep on a couch. And it's not like it hadn't happened before."

I knew I was right. We had slept together in the same room many times while we were out of town during cases. We had also slept together in the same bed before when Reid was detoxing in my house; though we never actually talked about it, it just happened. Those times we literally just passed out due to exhaustion. But this time was different. That was me asking him to stay with me. And he didn't refuse.

I heard him take off his shoes and then walked around the room until he reached the other side of the bed and got under the covers with me.

- "Good night, batsy,"- I whispered and snuggled closer to him. He didn't even hesitate and hugged me tight, leaving a sweet kiss on the top of my head.

- "Good night, chipmunk"- his voice was soft and careful, just as his hands were caressing my back. I sighed and snuggled even closer, craving more of his touch.

- "Happy birthday, honey bunny."

- "Thank you, ma chère"- those words gave me shivers, and the way he murmured them made me feel things I shouldn't have felt for him, especially if he was in that bed with me.

I didn't want to be in love with Spencer. But I couldn't stop those feelings. I had to remind myself he didn't see me the same way. It was hard to deal with those feelings when I was cuddled with him in my bed. And I knew I had gotten under that situation willingly. But I just couldn't help myself. For once, I wanted to know what it felt like to sleep in Spencer's arms. I could pretend to be cool the following day, but right there under those blankets, all I wanted was to pretend he loved me the way I loved him.

Is that too sad? Maybe pathetic? Holding your best friend close in the middle of the night, pretending he is your boyfriend. Feeling how you fall deeper and deeper in love with him, knowing you will never actually kiss him or even romantically hold his hand. But it doesn't matter, 'cos what he gives you every day is way more important than that.

I snuggled closer to Spencer, feeling how he locked his arms around me. I inhaled deeply, trying to burn in my memory how everything felt like. I looked at him for a second and decided to force myself to sleep. I knew it would be hard, 'cos though I was weary, I wanted to enjoy that moment for as long as possible.

There I was, The Ice Princess like Paul had called me once, melted in Spencer's arms, wishing there was a way to stay there forever.

- "Are you ok?"- I heard Reid whisper suddenly, slightly moving to put an eye on me.

- "Yeah, why?"

- "Because you can't sleep."

- "Am I keeping you up?"

- "No... I was worried you weren't comfortable."

- "I am"- I murmured and sighed- "I was just going over the day again. But I'll fall asleep in a minute."

- "Ok..."

- "Are you comfortable?"- he hummed in response and caressed my back sweetly until I started zoning out slowly.

I didn't want to fall asleep, 'cos being awake for once was better than dreaming.

Yes. As cheesy as that.

I woke up to the smell of coffee the next morning. Spencer had made breakfast, and he had also done pretty much all the dishes. As a result, my house was cleaner than it was before the party.

- "You didn't have to clean the whole place on your own,"- I argued as I sat at the kitchen island and sipped my cup of coffee.

- "I know, but I wanted to thank you for throwing an amazing party- Spencer smiled and held his cup of coffee with both hands for a moment- I wanted to make you breakfast, but all I managed to do was the Spencer Reid Special

- "You know I love it!"- I chuckled and watched him turn around to get me a bowl of cereal and milk.

- "Breakfast of champs!"- I teased and grabbed my spoon- "Did you sleep well?"

- "Yes, very much. You?"

- "I don't think I sleep. I fell unconscious. I didn't even hear you get out of bed. I was too tired. It's been a long couple of weeks."- I chewed my cereal as Spencer sat across from me.

- "Yes. But we've managed well without Gideon"- Spencer brought him up, and that surprised me. He hadn't talked about him or even said Gideon's name for the last few weeks.

- "Yeah, we did a fantastic job"- I reassured his words, and he nodded in silence- "Are you excited to meet David Rossi?"

- "Yeah! I mean, that man is a legend. I can't believe he wants to leave retirement and join the BAU again after all these years."

- "I heard he is freaking loaded"- I finished my cereal and sipped my coffee- "Garcia told me that he shouldn't even work anymore with all the money he has made from his book."

- "Why do you think he wants to come back to the BAU?"- Spencer asked and looked into my eyes with a childish expression.

- "I have no idea. Maybe being a millionaire is not as exciting as catching serial killers."

I stood up as I spoke and opened the fridge. There was still some cake left, and I knew Spencer would love to have his sugary coffee with even more sugar.

- "Or perhaps he has unfinished business,"- he said and smiled as soon as he saw the pastry.

- "I just hope he is nice. I don't want to deal with an asshole with a gigantic ego who can't handle working as a team."

- "I heard Hotch saying he is very nice."

- "Assholes are usually nice with Hotch."

- "Are you implying Hotch is an asshole?"- I set to dishes and frowned at Reid as I cut a slice of cake.

- "No! I am saying assholes respect him. And they are colleagues. I don't know if Rossi will work well with younger people, though."

- "We'll have to see tomorrow."

Reid was right. And I didn't want to create a false idea of David Rossi in my head before I met him. I had already read all of his books, and when Hotch told us he might join the team, I hyperventilated for a bit of bit. I mean it when I say David Rossi is a legend. Working along with him would be the most incredible experience ever. But only if he was nice.

I had worked hard for almost two years to get where I was in the BAU. And I didn't want to go through the whole process again, proving to Rossi I deserved to be where I was.

- "So, do you have any plans for today?"- Spencer asked me suddenly, and I just shook my head- "Mikey said they had a show on October 31st."

- "Yes! And that happens to be also Frank's birthday! So be prepared, 'cos if we are in town, we are gonna party hard that night!!"- Spencer smiled and nodded.

- "Then maybe we could go get him a present later,"- he suggested.

- "Deal. And perhaps some new Halloween decorations."

Oh! His excited face was priceless. That boy loves Halloween as much as I do, and each year we got all the best decor to keep our houses festive all year long. 'Cos we are Halloween dorks.

- "You know, Garcia and JJ were pretty shocked last night when they found out I go out and party with you and the guys."

- "Why?"- I cut him a second slice of cake and put it on his dish. He shrugged and sipped his coffee.

- "I guess they didn't know I am human."

- "Don't say that, honey."

- "It was a little upsetting too."

- "Why?"

- "'Cos they kept calling them "your friends," referring to you, and they kept telling them they are my friends too. What? So now I can't party or have friends?"

Spencer was honestly upset with those facts, and I could totally understand why. Everybody treated him like a kid and a nerd. They now knew he did things that weren't expected from someone like him, like going to rock shows and partying. So, of course, they were going to be shocked.

- "Have I ever told you meeting you is the best thing that the BAU has given me?"- I answered, in a rush of honesty that came out of nowhere.

- "No"- he mumbled and pouted like a kid- "Why are you telling me this?"

- "'Cos I wanted you to know."- I smiled and stared at him for a second- "Never let anyone make you feel you are less than awesome, Spencer Walter Reid. 'Cause you are the most amazing person I've ever met."

The way he looked at me, in a weird mix between shock and gratitude, melted me. After that, he didn't say anything; he just blushed. And I guess I was too scared to continue talking, 'cause all I managed to do next was excuse myself and lock in the bathroom to shower.

Spencer's point of view

I walked into the bullpen the following Monday, ready to spread my Halloween love. After spending Sunday with (Y/N), I was in a fully Halloween mood. We had gotten Frank a birthday present, also did some Halloween shopping, and even got pumpkins to carve that day after work. October is my favorite month, and Halloween is hands down my favorite season.

- "I'm going to eat you!!"- I groaned on Morgan's neck and made him jump in frighten as Prentiss laughed, staring at the scene. I was wearing a Frankenstein mask, carrying bags of candies and a bunch of decorations for my desk and the office.

- "Reid!"- Derek complained, but I just smiled and took off my mask.

- "Happy all hallows eve, folk!!"- I waved and walked to my desk- "To paraphrase from Celtic mythology, tomorrow night, all order is suspended, and the barriers between the natural and the supernatural are temporarily removed!!"- I joked and threw Emily a plastic vudú head. But Morgan wasn't in the mood, I guess.

- "See, that right there is why Halloween creeps me out."

- "You are scared of Halloween??"- I narrowed my eyes and looked at him, not getting what he was talking about.

- "I didn't say I was scared. I said I was creeped out. There's a difference there, youngster. You should look it out."

- "What creeps you out about it?"- Emily asked what I was about to.

- "I don't know, people wearing masks"- he pointed at me and added- "I don't like folks in disguises."

- "That's the best thing about Halloween. You can be anyone you want to be"- I argued and threw some candies to him to cheer up his morning.

- "Nah, I'm pretty good just being me."

- "Yeah, why is it that neither of those points of view surprises me?"

Emily joked and shook her head. I was about to discuss Morgan's point when I saw (Y/N) walk into the bullpen. She was carrying a gigantic plastic Jacko lantern while wearing a zombie mask we had just gotten together the day before.

- "I want brain!!"- she moaned, and Emily laughed as soon as she saw her.

- "Not you too, princess!!"- Morgan whined as soon as he saw her- "We were just talking about this."

- "What? You are not a Halloween fan?"

- "Not as much as you two nerds"- he answered and shook his head- "You know what, though? On the flip side, it does provide a pretty good reason to cozy up with a scary flick and a little Halloween honey."

And as soon as Derek said those words, (Y/N) and Emily frowned, disgusted.

- "Halloween honey, now I am creeped out,"- Emily argued, and (Y/N) shook her head, leaving the Jacko lantern on her desk carefully.

- "Guys, he's here,"- I warned them, trying to be as discreet as possible, but I don't think it worked. David Rossi walked over, along with section chief Erin Strauss. (Y/N) made a gesture and reminded me to take off my mask, as I quickly did my best to look presentable. Rossi just smiled at us and walked straight to Hotch's office.

- "So, do you guys think he is going to stay here for good?"- (Y/N) asked, standing by my side. She reached out and handed me a bag filled with my favorite candies for no reason and just smiled.

- "I don't know. Maybe they asked him to fill in while they find a replacement for Gideon,"- Emily said, her eyes glued at Hotch's office, though none of us could see a thing of what was going on in there. We just saw Strauss walking out and JJ walking over, most likely to announce Hotch we had a case.

- "So, what did you guys do Saturday after we left?"- Morgan asked (Y/N) and me and smiled pleased, probably ready to tease us over anything we might tell him.

- "Nothing really, we got naked and did the dirty on every spot you sat on in my apartment."

(Y/N) answered as casually as possible, not even paying attention to his face. Emily burst out laughing, and I know I blushed, looking down at the files on my desk.

- "There's no need to get all defensive, princess,"- Morgan answered and shook his head, smiling at her.

- "Well, it's not the first time you ask about what we've done with that teasing tone of voice, so excuse me for giving you the answer you wanted to hear."

- "Guys,"- I whispered and looked over. Emily and Derek stood up as soon as they noticed Hotch and Rossi were walking towards us.

- "SSA David Rossi, this is SSA Emily Prentiss"

- "Sir!"- she smiled and shook his hand as he nodded.

- "SSA Derek Morgan,"- Hotch announced, and my friend shook Rossi's hand.

- "It's an honor, agent Rossi."

- "Please, just Dave."

- "SSA (Y/L/N)"- he said, and (Y/N) shook his hand too.

- "Nice to meet you, sir."

- "And Doctor Spencer Reid"

- "Sir, if I could talk to you later about your work with the Scarsdale skinner. Psycho-linguistics is an incredibly dynamic field, and the fact that your profile for his reading habit ultimately led to his capture is something I find so incredibly intriguing."

- "Reid"- I know I was carried away when Hotch interrupted me- "Reid, slow down. He'll be here for a while. You can catch up with him later."

Rossi was a little overwhelmed. I'm guessing it was because he was meeting many new people, which can be pretty intimidating at any age. So I smiled and nodded.

- "Sorry,"- I whispered and looked at Hotch to see if he was mad at me, but no. If anything, he was amused.

- "No problem, doctor,"- Rossi added and smiled.

- "Maybe you guys can talk on the jet,"- Hotch suggested, surprising Rossi.

- "The jet?"

- "We've got a jet now"- and Hotch even smiled at Rossi, who was honestly shocked.

- "Are you serious?"

- "Yeah, it comes pretty handily. Come on, JJ is waiting."

Hotch and Rossi walked away to the conference room. Emily followed them, along with Morgan, who also teased me and smiled. I stood still and waited for (Y/N) for a second and felt her hand on mine as we walked to catch with the team. She just smiled, and I did the same. Moments like those were the ones that made me keep going, kept me sane, and made me feel honestly happy. I didn't want it to end.

But it did. Eventually.

The case took us to Carrollton, Texas. It was the first one we had with David Rossi as a part of the team, and it was weird. Rossi didn't really know how to work as a team, and if there was something the BAU had in its DNA was working together, no matter what.

The first time on the field with him, he barely talked to (Y/N) or me. As a matter of fact, she then pointed out she felt we were on his way. In fact, he collected his thoughts and wrote everything he might come up with but never spoke it out loud. So we had to take the words from him.

- "The man is a legend, (Y/N)"- I sipped his coffee and looked at how my best friend shook her head. We were sitting at the Carrollton police office, waiting for Hotch to finish talking with the police chief so we could deliver the profile to all the officials.

- "So? The fact he is a famous profiler means he can't fucking talk to us? give me a break! he is acting like a diva!"

- "He and Gideon created the BAU"- I tried to make a point, but I knew I didn't have any good point to save Rossi from my best friend's.

- "We are ready to deliver the profile,"- JJ announced, and the two of us stood up quickly- "Hey, I'm sorry you missed your concert,"- she whispered as we walked to meet the rest of the team.

- "Yeah, I was looking forward to seeing Frank and Mikey's band live,"- I said and smiled at her, surprised she remembered it.

- "Were your friends too upset?"

- "No, they are already used to it, which is actually pretty upsetting too. That means we've lost a lot of shows. But they know it's because we are working, and not because we don't want to go"- JJ smiled at me and chuckled slightly.

- "What? You still can't believe I go to rock shows?"- I asked her and raised an eyebrow, trying to understand her reaction.

- "No, it's just that you keep saying "we," and it makes you sound like you are an old married couple who does everything together,"- she answered and shook her head as she pointed at (Y/N) and me. I didn't know what to say at that, and I don't think (Y/N) heard her, or she would have said something (anything) to JJ. I just stared at her confused, and she cut me one more smile before we heard Emily speak.

- "There's a sophistication and patience in what this unsub does that suggests a level of maturity. We believe this puts his age in the mid-30s to 40s range."- Prentiss started describing the serial killer we were hunting. I turned to her and nodded, ready to continue giving the profile.

- "Michelle Colucci was taken from the primary crime scene and disposed of at the tertiary crime scene four days later. That means she was held somewhere for at least three days. You can't really just hold a victim anywhere for days on end, so he most likely has access to a house of some kind."

- "And he's also fairly tech-savvy"- Morgan continued- "The fliers were made on a computer, and it's probable that he used a device to intercept the last victim's phone call."

- "Witnesses in the victim's neighborhood say they might have seen a white man putting up fliers, but none of them could describe him. Even with all the media this case has received"- Hotch added. One of the detectives sighed, annoyed we couldn't give him anything better.

- "Great"

- "Actually, what that tells us is that there is absolutely nothing remarkable about this man,"- (Y/N) said and looked straight into the detective's eyes- "He is exceedingly average. Average height, average build."

- "It extends to his professional life as well,"- I added and nodded at her- "He most likely works in a field where he doesn't stand out. Doesn't really make a mark."

- "His lack of distinction is part of his psychopathy,"- (Y/N) said and took a look around the room- "We have hundreds of interactions with people every day. Most of those involve someone overlooking someone else. Most of us don't pay attention to being ignored, but to this kind of unsub, each oversight is intentional, especially when it comes from this object of sexual desire. He begins to obsess over her until she is all he can think about, and the rage builds until he has to attack that person."

- "So he is pissed off that nobody noticed him?"- the sheriff asked and narrowed his eyes. Most people get upset when they find out serial killers do what they do for such pointless reasons.

Hotch was starting to explain his plan to the sheriff and how we would make him contact the police when his attention focused on the tv. The news showed the exact same mask the killer was using on his victims, something we had explicitly asked everybody not to share with the press.

- "JJ, how'd they get that?"- Hotchner's voice was shocked and upset. JJ looked at him, confused, shaking her head.

- "Not from me! Hotch, I called the local police departments, and I stressed withholding the mask!"

- "I called them"- Rossi pointed to the tv as soon as he walked into the room and didn't give it much thought to what was going on. We all looked at each other, confused, and waited for Aaron's reaction.

- "What?"

- "I said the FBI think the mask means he's impotent,"- Rossi explained, and none of us moved or even said a word. All we could notice was how Hotch's face was trying to hide his anger.

- "Can I speak to you for a second?"- he asked David, and the two of them walked away.

- "So, assholes were usually nice with Hotch, right?"- I whispered into (Y/N)'s ear and heard her chuckle. Morgan looked at us and frowned. I guess it wasn't the time for humor after all.

- "So the legend likes to fly solo,"- Prentis whispered as she stood by our side.

- "Are you surprised?"- (Y/N) crossed her arms on her chest and sighed. All of us kept an eye on the door that separated us from Hotch and Rossi.

- "I don't know. I wasn't expecting this today, but I can't say I'm shocked either"- Emily murmured and shook her head- "I just thought maybe he'd know how to work with a team."

- "Now I'm scared,"- (Y/N) said and looked around- "Do you think he knows how to work with females on the team? Or will he keep asking us to bring him coffee?"- Prentiss chuckled at (Y/N)'s words, and Morgan placed a hand on her shoulder.

- "Come on, princess, he is old but not that old."

- "I already went through a lot to validate myself in front of Aaron and Gideon the last two years"- (Y/N) confessed- "I am not planning to do the same with him. He has to know, everybody in this team is here for a reason."

- "We are not letting him do that,"- Derek assured her and cut him a warm smile- "Personally, I won't let him do that."

We caught the killer later that very same day. Well, Rossi killed him, to be completely honest. The team reached his house and saved the last victim. She was hurt, but she was going to be ok soon. The neighborhood was filled with kids trick or treating, and the fact the area was surrounded by police cars and ambulances alerted everybody.

- "Honey..."- (Y/N) whispered and held my hand as she walked me down the street- "Those kids are watching the police procedure, and I don't wanna ruin their Halloween."- she said and pouted.

- "Do you wanna give them some candies?"- I asked her and opened my satchel- "I still got some of the ones you gave me."

- "I love you so much"- she kissed my cheek and grabbed some of the candies. I stayed still for a second and just stared at her walking to the kids and how their faces lit up when they saw the candies. I guessed that's how I looked whenever she walked to me.

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bakugoukatsukisonly · 4 years ago

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spoilers from the new ep of my hero academia s5 ep6 (i forgot to post it at that time so here you go a little bakudeku fluff)

bakudeku fluff

Anyone who knows Midoriya would already know of his habit of muttering incoherent words, and the person that was used to it the most was none other than his childhood friend or now known as his boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki.

The muttering was a habit that he developed from all those years observing heroes whilst taking in notes about their quirks or combat style or just about anything.

Bakugou may not look like it but he absolutely loves when his boyfriend starts to rambles. ~He finds it so adorable that he would just squish Midoriya's cheeks and kisses his cute lips~

I actually got this idea from the latest ep of bnha when midoriya finds out about tokoyami's new move and explains it to his other classmates so excitedly and you better believe i fell so hard over this boy right at that moment.

I also thought that was the pov from Bakugou's side. Bakugou slowly approached the still rambling cute nerd with a soft smile on his face, fascinated by his adorably cute enthics(yes im a simp get on with it).

Midoriya who noticed the blonde haired man approaching him continued to explain the whole thing while not really noticing what the blonde did. Bakugou's hand was now wrapped around Midoriya's waist securely. The still busy Midoriya didnt even payed any mind to it and reacted without really thinking much, he wrapped his own hands around the blonde's neck occasionally moving his hands to further explaining but nonetheless still snaking his arms around its rightful place in the end.

Bakugou listened to his boyfriend's rambling attentively and also commenting on some things. The other people there was awestruck with the two's love affections and some was also shocked to see an affectionate Bakugou, i mean it is THE Bakugou Katsuki. well, its mostly the other class students who was shocked, class 1-a was already used to this types of pda from the two.

After about 5 minutes of rambling that started from tokoyami's new move to a discussion of Hawk's quirk. After he comprehended the situation, Midoriya was already blushing from ear to ear and was now hiding in his boyfriend's chest, not that the blonde minded though, he hugged his nerd even tighter and rested his head on top of Midoriya

"Was i talking so much? im sorry, kacchan must be uncomfortable," Midoriya said, head still hidden from the others' view.

"No, babe, you were so cute, and you'd thing i'd be here if i felt uncomfortable, this is the most comfortable place in the world ever, you right between my arms, while listening you ramble about your favourite things. Ugh, i'd die for this," Bakugou said and soon after he pulled away a little from the hug to see Midoriya's face. He squished his cheeks and planted a chaste kiss on Midoriya's lips.

"Oh god youre so cute, damn deku," Bakugou said after planting a couple of kisses to Midoriya. Midoriya blushed and hid his face yet again into the crook of his boyfriend's neck.

The others who were watching cooed and some even made barfing noises that was replied by a warning explosion from Bakugou.

After that, the two of them continued to watch the rest of their friend's battle against class 1-b.

#bakudeku #bkdk #bakugoukatsuki #kacchanxdeku #kacchan #katsudeku #ktdk #deku #midoriyaxbakugou #midoriyaizuku #bakugou x izuku

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alilbihh · 5 years ago

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tomorrow (forever) | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: it's only after two of your best friends get married that you and jungkook realize maybe marriage isn't that bad of an idea at all.

words: 2.3k

genre: established relationship!au, fluff, jungkook is just! a fool in love!!

a/n: I just love him ok!!! wanna kiss his nose!!!! and i took way too long to actually finish smth for the bingo. sdjksdgkj. ty for reading

The thing is, you predicted this marriage not too long ago. Or maybe it wasn't long ago at all.

It's one thing to be there when Hoseok and Yoongi are stupidly, densely in love with each other, with exchanging looks and lingering touches and letting them cry on your shoulder because they were in love with their best friend and didn't know what that meant.

It's another thing entirely, though, to be nursing a glass of wine offered to you in a tray and a well dressed waiter, poking at the decidedly uncomfortable dress digging into your side, watching the couples dance and the group of middle aged uncles cheer and the unwilling children skirt around their mother's dresses as they urge them to say hello.

You think you're tired but the buzzing in your ears tells you you're not. Hoseok keeps going around showing off his ring finger and Yoongi keeps kissing his knuckles and Jimin won't stop crying from even before the vows were said and it's all very dramatic and emotional and you can't stop smiling.

Jungkook's probably off somewhere to both charm and gain the favor of unsuspecting grannies, and when you strain your eyes to look sure enough, an older woman with too many rings and kind eyes is leading your boyfriend to a table of fruit slices and punch, probably saying something like eat, eat, you're too skinny, even though he probably has more muscle than actual flesh. You've seen this situation before.

The granny in question is shoving an entire cornucopia in his hands and watching expectantly, and you think you can pinpoint the moment he spots you watching him, eyes lighting up and his smile widening and this little bounce in his step he does when he's excited and can't quite hold it all in. You're so fond you don't think you can hold it all in, either.

He's hurriedly setting down the fruits and bowing respectfully at the granny before rushing towards you, first a walk then a jog then too-long strides that isn't quite considered a run and make him look so ridiculous you can't help but laugh. He's laughing when he reaches you, too.

Jungkook gently takes a hold of your hand, and you set down your glass of wine so he can take hold of the other, swings them around lightly,

"Y/n, hello, hello," he says, grins, clears his throat so he can push down some of the fondness leaking through his tone before finding that he doesn't need to and saying, "Did I tell you how beautiful you look?"

(Which is-- a ridiculous thing to say, really, because-- he's the one who drove you two here, and the first thing he said when he saw you was a mumbled wow and he's complimented you, like, three more times since then, and it's-- a lot. You just love him a lot.)

You pretend to think, hum lowly and say, "Huh, I can't recall. Might want to say it again."

Jungkook grins, never stopped, gently pulls you up, up, mumbles against your forehead, "Well, let me be the first to tell you that you look stunning."

You adjust his tie slightly, brush off his tux, grin something goofy and lopsided. "You look quite dashing yourself, mister Jeon. Very smart."

His hair is a bit disheveled, not quite as put together as it was when he first arrived, and when you squint you think there's a weird stain on his dark suit that's barely visible but still very much there that you're sure he, himself, has no idea of its origins. His eyes are a little wild and he's probably a bit tipsy. He's the prettiest man you've ever seen.

"Hmm," Jungkook hums something teasing, grins teasingly, too, "Will I look more smart if I start doing math problems here and now? Will it arouse you?"

You slap lightly at his chest as he laughs, "Shut up, nerd," you say but it doesn't come out nearly as menacing as you wanted it to. "Did you drink already?"

"Duh. Everyone did." As if on cue, Seokjin waltzes by in all his pink suited glory, hugging a wine bottle to his chest and whining to a nearby uncle about the extreme lack of kitchen utensils in the establishment. Someone should probably go control him.

"Where's Namjoon at a time like this?" You say, seconds before your eyes widen and you continue with a low, "Don't tell me he's drunk? Oh no. Drunk Namjoon is not a good Namjoon."

Jungkook winces, too, probably also recalling that one time Namjoon got drunk, barfed his guts out on a nearby tree, then started aggressively speaking spanish to it, in that order. You didn't know Namjoon knew spanish. Namjoon didn't know he knew spanish.

"It's.. not a good time." Is all Jungkook says.

You're both still standing in a corner by the bar, wrapped up and spewing nonsense to each other, and you think there's something you could say here, something to fill the silence, but this is nice, too. Like there's no need to fill it at all.

He's just started swaying you both to the music completely out of rhythm, something a bit slower than the upbeat song probably chosen by Hoseok, when the song abruptly cuts off, Taehyung tap, tap, tapping at the mic, someone that you think is the dj distantly yelling complaints.

"Alright, time for our dear friend Yoongi to throw the bouquet! Whoever's interested can line up, come, come, come!"

When you look over Jungkook's shoulder you see a very blushy, very displeased Yoongi and a very delighted Hoseok nudging him forward, the shorter man clutching at the blue and white flowers in his hands. Seokjin is cackling hysterically.

"Y/n-ah!" Jungkook gasps, swinging your arms around like a madman, "I wanna catch the bouquet!"

You snort, because of course he does, "Isn't that a lady thing?"

He scoffs, "That's dumb. Since when do I adhere to social norms." He's bouncing in place again, glancing from you to the dance floor and back, where a small group of women have gathered. You laugh.

"Go, go, I'll watch from here," You say and he sprints, and you watch with a laugh because--really, he stands out like a sore thumb, the tallest of them all, a black tux amidst a sea of colorful dresses. Yoongi's standing on a small podium, his back facing them all, preparing to throw the bouquet, and you think you can see everyone holding their breath in anticipation.

The whole situation is so immensely endearing, a small congregation of women with their hands already in the air, Jungkook doing little hops despite being able to easily see over all their heads.

You're so wrapped up in your thoughts, with the idea of what you'll do when Jungkook comes back all pouty and empty handed, that you don't really process when it happens; Jungkook springing into the air, clutching the bouquet to his chest like a lifeline.

He turns, grins victoriously, waving his newly acquired bouquet in the air, says something along the lines of look, look, Y/n-ah, look, I caught it, I caught the bouquet, but your brain just kind of-- short circuits.

Like yes, maybe it's just a bouquet, just a silly tradition for people to think they're meant to get married next, but that's exactly it. Jungkook caught the bouquet. That means he's meant to get married next.

By the time Jungkook reaches you, the thought marriage marriage marriage has kind of already wrapped itself around your head, echoing mercilessly. What if this were your wedding? Would you cry during your vows, like Jungkook most definitely will? What if you two were the ones to decorate the venue, to argue over its color scheme, to taste test wedding cakes until Jungkook tastes sweet sweet sweet. If every time you held hands you'd feel the smooth line of a ring, if you could look down at your ring finger and remember how much you love, love, love.

Jungkook's still looking at you expectantly when you come to.

"Um." You blink. "Congrats."

"See? I told you I could do it." He runs a finger over the petals, brows furrowed, mumbles a low what kind of flower is this, inspecting them seriously, completely unaware of your inner turmoil. And you feel kind of-- overwhelmed, maybe, of this boy, this beautiful boy, and wonder if maybe he feels the same way, maybe he'll want to spend forever with you, too.

Jungkook's still talking when you snap out of it, "...And then I was like, I'm gonna do it, and then hyung was like, don't do it, and then I was like, why can't I do it, and then he said something about it not being a good idea? I was honestly shocked. When do I not have good ideas."

"Preposterous." You say, just to have something to say.

"Absolutely preposterous." He nod nod nods, and you wonder when you both started swaying, the song already something softer and slower.

"I'm gonna," you breathe, "Gonna get a drink, I think."

"Oh! Me too, me too. Let's go," He takes a hold of your hand, which is-- devastating, really. Here you are, trying to escape the thought of marrying your boyfriend with your boyfriend following you. Devastating.

You trail behind as he leads you back to the bar, keeps holding your hand while he orders for you both, tilts his head and says whaddya want, baby? And it's, just. Devastating.

You feel a bit like how you did in your first date, just toeing over the line between friends and lovers, wondering what to do next. Feel a bit lost but not quite, feel comfortable where you are, but at the same time kind of want to be introduced as Jungkook's spouse. And kiss Jungkook's ring. And--

"Hey," Jungkook breathes into your ear, laughs when you jump, "What're you thinking so intently about?"

"About how to get you to never do that again." You stick your tongue out at him. He does the same.

"C'mon, c'mon, tell me," he says, giggling sporadically, shuffles his chair closer to yours. He looks like he wants to keep going but his eyes widen suddenly, something like the beginning of a bad idea in the glint in his eyes, "Hey, hey, I just had an idea."

"Yeah?" You grin, wave the bartender over when you see him with your drinks.

Except when he's about to set your drink down, Jungkook leans in close and--"Let's elope," and you, one: flail your arms, two: choke a little, and three: knock over your drink.

Jungkook's too busy laughing to both acknowledge and explain himself, so you're left to profusely apologize to the very confused bartender and aggressively wipe napkins over the counter. It's a mess.

"Jungkook!" You hiss once the bartender goes away, "You can't just-- why!"

"Because it's fun," he giggles, cheeks tinted rosy gold.

"What just happened?" A voice says suddenly overhead, and when you turn you see an equally confused Hoseok rightfully worried over what's going on at his wedding. This is probably the first time you've seen him away from Yoongi the whole night.

"Y/n just spilled her drink." Jungkook tattles immediately.

"I did not-"

"It just flew everywhere, all over the place. There was an avalanche of it. People were swimming in it, slipping in it, they're considering calling for a nationwide rationing of wine just to make up for—"

"Shut up, I hate you," he grins, and what you say is rendered ineffective when you let your boyfriend pull you close to kiss your temple.

Boyfriend. Because—you're not married. But maybe that's not the worst thing in the world, suddenly.

It's a few hours later, the venue growing more spacious, more empty, when you bring it up again-- Jungkook already beside you, tracing a nonsensical pattern over the back of your hand. You don't think he realizes what he's doing. The thought makes you so endlessly fond.

"Guk?" You mumble. He hums in question, head tilting to give you his full attention.

"Wha'sit, baby?" He drawls.

You breathe. There's some confetti stuck to his hair, and you laugh softly before plucking it out. He just grins and lets you, ducks his head before watching you through his lashes. You run a hand through his hair, then, the gel already having disintegrated into his skull or whatnot, fringe sticking to his forehead. He closes his eyes. Looks so pretty you might just burst.

You let in a breath. Let it out. Count to three. Say-- "That's where we're headed, right?"

It takes a second, then two. Jungkook opens his mouth, as if to say something, closes it. Looks around, and you think you can pinpoint when he realizes you're not talking about home, at least not in the literal sense.

He cracks a smile, lets out the softest laugh. "Oh, baby," he coos, kisses your knuckles once, twice, thrice, lets out the goofiest grin. "Of course, Y/n-ah, my baby. We're in this together, hm?"

(There's hints, later, too-- sometimes he'll be eating cereal and randomly say maybe yellow would be nice for our wedding, sometimes you'll walk past jewelry stores and he'll give you this soft little nudge of presence. Sometimes he'll stare a few seconds too long at your empty ring finger.

You wonder, wonder when he started saying when, when we get married, not if. Wonder when he started being so sure of it, this fiercely sure thing. Wonder when you started agreeing without much thought.

You're not engaged, not quite yet, but your heart kind of-- swells, when you think about it, that one day you will be, maybe not too far from now.

Tomorrow, though-- tomorrow. Right now, you're content as it is. You can figure out forever tomorrow.)

#btsghostie #btsghostiebingo #bts #bts jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts fanfiction #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fluff #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfic

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parkrstark · 4 years ago

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parkrstark rec list

I finally put together a list of links to my fics, even the ones stuck in multi-chaptered ficlet collections. I tried separating it as much as I could as clearly as I could.

If you like my fics, maybe consider supporting me on ko-fi! If you’re interested in commissioning a fic, email me at [email protected]

Click the read more to see the full list!

One Shots:

his guy in the chair (Interwebs, Iron Dad, 2k, may and tony co-parenting)

sick peter (iron dad, ficlet, tony takes care of a sick peter)

mind control pt 1 (iron dad, ficlet, peter is mind controlled to hurt tony)

mind control pt 2 (iron dad, ficlet, tony is mind controlled to hurt peter)

12.15.17 (Iron Dad, 4k, Star Wars nerds)

in color (Iron Dad, 4k, Christmas fic)

Honorary Parker (Iron Dad, 3k, Christmas fic)

when the sun shines (we shine together) (Peter&Ned&MJ, Iron Dad, 1k, the Lipsync battle video)

To My Son (Iron Dad, 3k, Tony teaches Peter how to shave)

hell on the heart (Iron Dad, 1k, the ferry scene)

see what i see (Iron Dad, 2k, Peter is being bulled)

don't quit your day job, kid (Iron Dad, 2k, Tony is sick)

our boy (Iron Dad, 4k, Peter uses BARF to cope with Uncle Ben’s death)

there you'll be (Iron Dad, 2k, Peter gets his wisdom teeth removed)

concrete angel (Iron Dad, 3k, Skip is Peter’s teacher, tw: noncon)

i hold on (Iron Dad, 2k, Peter starts college)

my arms will hold you (keep you safe and warm) (Iron Dad, 3k, Peter and Tony have oxytocin withdrawals, better known as cuddle withdrawals)

somebody must have (prayed for me) (Iron Dad, 4k, Bad guys use the sonic taser on Peter and Tony)

i followed your ashes (into outer space) (Iron Dad, 2k, Endgame Speculation)

make me strong (Iron Dad, 10k, Skip is an old friend of Tony’s, tw: noncon)

so tender and mild (Iron Dad, 3k, Tony holds babies to help with his insomnia)

the eleventh commandment (Happy&Peter, Rhodey&Peter, 6k, Skip is Peter’s coach and Happy finds out, tw: noncon)

i pour my heart into your hands (Iron Dad, 1k, Tony has insomnia)

you had to pick on me (Iron Dad, 9k, parallel of Peter and Tony being bullied)

the talk (Iron Dad, Iron Bros, 3k, Tony and Rhodey give Peter the talk while they’re drunk)

almost home (Iron Dad, 2k, whump)

cryin' for me (Iron Dad, 3k, Peter dealing with Tony’s death post EG)

little miss magic (Iron Dad, Peter&Morgan, 1k, Peter gets invited to Morgan’s birthday party)

my old man (Iron Dad, 8k, Peter and Tony get into an argument while on a trip and are kidnapped)

if something should happen (Iron Bros, Iron Dad, 3k, Rhodey has to look after the family once Tony is gone)

you shouldn't have to (Iron Dad, 1k, Peter is terrified of needles)

you're gonna be (Superfamily, 3k, Baby!Peter is sick)

from now on (Iron Dad, 16k, Peter and Tony are stuck in a blizzard, Peter loses his arm)

i will, i promise (Iron Dad, 1k, Peter’s hurt and Tony’s protective)

ben's old number (Ben&Peter, Iron Dad, 5k, Uncle Ben angst)

without you (i was broken) (Iron Dad, 4k, Peter doesn’t feel his spidey senses around Tony)

always on duty (Iron Dad, Happy&Peter, 4k, Tony is hurt at a gala)

would have loved her (Iron Dad, 1k, Peter is a dad and missing Tony post EG)

father knows best (Superfamily, 3k, Peter gets bit by the spider)

Iron dad-iversary (Iron Dad, ficlet, Tony and Peter had known each other one year)

Iron Dad Reunion (Iron Dad, ficlet, Peter and Tony reunion post iw)

interwebs get together (Interwebs, ficlet, Peter kissing Ned in the scene when May walks in on them right after Ned finds out his secret)

peter is a father (iron dad, interwebs, ficlet, dad!peter)

tony stark defense leader (iron dad, ficlet, peter has a tony stark stan blog)

peter’s birthday (iron dad, ficlet, peter’s birthday being celebrated post IW)

ned and peter’s relationship is discovered (interwebs, May&Peter, Iron Dad, ficlet, may and Tony confront Peter about Ned)

bucky&peter (Bucky&peter, ficlet, stuck in the sou stone)

the talk (iron dad, ficlet, tony gives peter the talk)

Multi-Chapter Fics:

danger or trouble, i'm there on the double (Iron Dad, 5k, underage drinking at a party)

i see myself (in you) (Iron Dad, 28k, Peter and Tony swap bodies)

standing in the gallows (Iron Dad, 59k, Peter is kidnapped by Justin Hammer)

just believe (Iron Dad, 18k, Christmas fic, It’s Wonderful Life vibes, tw: noncon)

one makes me want another (Superfamily, 12k, Steve and Tony adopt another kid and Peter feels out of place)

mr. misunderstood (Iron Dad, Harley&Peter, 19k, Peter and Harley meet and don’t immediately get along)

come morning light (we'll be safe & sound) (Superfamily, 14k, Tony, Peter, and Steve are stuck living their worst nightmares)

fortune and glory (Steve&Peter, Stony, Iron Dad, 29k, Indiana Jones AU)

Whumptober/Whump Bingo

your heart is a masterpiece (and i will keep it safe) (Stony, 1k, tremors)

stabbing (iron dad, ficlet, hurt!peter)

bloody hands (iron dad, ficlet, Uncle Ben angst)

insomnia (iron dad, ficlet, tony has insomnia)

“no, stop!” (iron dad, ficlet, panic attacks, skip westcott)

poisoned (iron dad, ficlet, peter drinks a spiked drink meant for tony)

betrayal (iron dad, ficlet, peter talks to norman osborn at a fair)

kidnapping (iron dad, ficlet, tony and rhodey rescue peter)

fever (iron dad, ficlet, sick!peter)

stranded (iron dad, ficlet, peter has a Really Bad date)

bruised (iron dad, ficlet, may’s abusive boyfriend)

hypothermia (iron dad, ficlet, peter and tony kidnapped)

electrocution (iron dad, ficlet, tony watches peter be tortured)

“Stay!” (Iron dad, ficlet, peter buys his first apartment)

torture (iron dad, ficlet, peter is water baorded)

manhandling (iron dad, ficlet, people try to kidnap peter at school)

bedridden (iron dad, ficlet, peter is stuck in bed)

branding (iron dad, ficlet, hurt!peter)

rescue (iron dad, ficlet, tony rescues peter from torture. pain meds don’t work)

serial killer (iron dad, ficlet, peter is kidnapped by a serial killer)

murderer (iron dad, ficlet, bad guy tells tony to kill an innocent person or peter)

infinity war au (iron dad, ficlet, tony dies after thanos stabs him)

ripped from each other’s arms (iron dad, ficlet, tony and peter kidnapped together)

one way window (iron dad, ficlet, tony watches peter be tortured)

attempted rape (iron dad, ficlet, peter saves tony)

mouth stitched shut (happy&peter, ficlet, hurt!peter)

explosion (happy& peter, ficlet, someone tries blowing up happy’s car)

chained to a bed (iron dad, ficlet, peter is kidnapped for 7 months)

5+1s

5 times tony forgot peter was just a kid (Iron Dad, 12k)

5 times it wasn't a hug and the 1 time it was (Iron Dad, 31k)

it's always sunny (in the rich man's world) (May+Peter & Iron Dad, 7k, Peter’s financial struggles)

5 times peter clung to tony (Iron Dad, 21k)

waving through a window (Superfamily, 9k, 5 times peter says he’s okay and one time he means it)

Stardust & Nightmares Series (tw: noncon)

baby, don't cry (Iron Dad, 7k)

don't scream (Iron Dad, 5k)

just close your eyes (Iron Dad, 8k)

and pretend (Iron Dad, 7k)

it's a dream (Iron Dad, 40k)

Asexual!Peter Series

the broken radio (Iron Dad, 4k, realizing he’s ace)

here to stay (Iron Dad, 3k, Peter deals with bullying)

these are my people (Iron Dad, 3k, Tony takes Peter to a pride parade)

life ain't always beautiful (Iron Dad, 2k, Peter has his first heartbreak

Darling, Don’t You Ever Grow Up Series

with arms wide open (Iron Dad, 14k, Tony and Pepper get pregnant, written pre IW)

5 times peter saved aurora (Iron Dad, Aurora&Peter, 39k, ...and 1 time they save each other)

follow your arrow (Iron Dad, 1k, Asexual!Peter)

what brothers are for (Iron Dad, 5k, Peter protects his little sister, tw: noncon)

i will keep you safe (Peter&Aurora, Iron Dad, 3k, Peter and Aurora get stuck while hiding a birthday present for Tony)

Baby Mine Series

close to my heart, never to part (Iron Dad, 63k, Peter gets turned into a toddler)

give me back my kid (Iron Dad, 5k, Peter with the Avengers as a toddler)

Superfamily Series

Sick Peter (Captain Pops, ficlet, Steve takes care of a sick peter)

plane ride (Superfamily, ficlet, Peter gets nervous on a plane ride and his dads try to calm him down)

After school Nap (Captain Pops, ficlet, Peter comes home to see Steve napping and joins him)

Artist Steve (Captain Pops, ficlet, Steve draws Peter)

GPS and Road Rage (Captain Pops, ficlet, Peter annoys Steve while he’s trying to drive)

boy (run like you're bulletproof) (Superfamily, 3k, Peter comes home from patrol with a bullet in his stomach)

without a fight (Superfamily, 5k, Peter gets angry at his dads before they go to a mission and then they’re presumed dead)

with me by your side (Superfamily, 2k, Peter is kidnapped and a bomb is strapped to his chest)

but i'm stuck (in colder weather) (Superfamily, 3k, Peter falls into a frozen lake)

you should never blame yourself (Superfamily, 4k, Peter needs his appendix removed)

give 'em what they want (without being too different) (Superfamily, 2k, Peter discovers he is asexual)

fear is a liar (Captain Pops, 1k, Peter struggling with his trauma of a past abusive relationship, tw:dubcon. self harm)

bloom (me and you) (Superfamily, Parksborn, 3k, Peter is bullied at school for being asexual)

take my heart clean apart (Captain Pops, Parksborn, Superfamily, 6k, Peter and Harry working through their relationship when one of them is asexual and the other is not)

how can it be time already? (Captain Pops, Superfamily, Parksborn, 15k, 6 times steve stopped tears and 1 time he couldn’t)

can you hold me? (Captain Pops, Superfamily, Parksborn, 75k, Peter and Steve are kidnapped)

Constant as the Stars Above Series

peter's stars (Captain Pops, Stony, Superfamily, 175k, Steve is Peter’s biological father and they are homeless)

chapel, little apple (Superfamily, 3k, Slice of Life)

stars in the city (Superfamily, wip, sequel)

Stony Bingo

steve rogers-stark: full time dad/husband, part time spider relocator (Superfamily, 1k, “go be a hero”, AU, baby Peter)

sometimes, it all gets a little too much (Stony, 1k, Cuddling)

walking a tightrope with you (Stony, 2k, AU: canon divergence, steve and tony share a bed in clint’s farmhouse)

#iron dad #superfamily #stony #fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #my fic

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btxtreads · 5 years ago

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perfectly perfect | choi soobin (1)

part of the arcadia academy series

↳ Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader ↳ word count: 1.6k words ↳ rating: G ↳ genre: Highschool!au, Jock!Soobin, mostly fluff, white prince!Soobin,,, also Soobin lets himself get dragged around a lot, tsundere!Soobin but nothing that’s too much to handle ↳ series: Arcadia Academy

(please also read “Competition,” Arcadia Academy’s Yeonjun series by @soobindigo and “Personal Best,” Arcadia Academy’s Beomgyu series by @bffsoobin 💖)

High school festivals were, generally speaking, a big pain in the ass. Especially when you’re the one in charge of your class booth, and already had five classmates flake out on you in favor of another booth.

That was what led to a very frustrated Y/N arriving at the massive volleyball court in the middle of a very important volleyball match she could care less about, marching around the bleachers and looking for a certain blonde-haired girl.

“Hana,” Y/N called as she approached the girl adorned in Arcadia High paraphernalia and holding a hand-made Go Pumas! Go Soobin! banner. “I’ve been looking all over for you. We’re supposed to be fixing the booth right now. What are you doing here?”

The blonde-haired girl sheepishly turned to Y/N.

“Well?”

“I guess Mr. Namjoon forgot to tell you,” the girl sighed. “I bailed out. I have to fix the booth for the drama club. Sorry,”

There was a loud noise—Arcadia High’s team scored another point.

Y/N flinched as the crowd around her erupted in cheers.

She never understood the hype around sports, much less the athletes.

Around her, girls waved home-made banners around with different names and designs—she even saw someone raise up a Mollang doll at some point.

To Y/N some things are more important—for instance, fixing this booth for her college transcript to look spotless.

“Screw this,” Y/N sighed as she moved near the doorway, where there were less students.

She passed by a girl standing idly by the bleachers, making her mutter under her breath.

“Seriously, why won’t these fangirls stay in one place?” Y/N groaned as she passed by.

She phoned Mr. Kim, her eyes trained on the court and did their best to follow the ball despite her lack of knowledge on the game.

“Yes?”

“Sir, I—“ Y/N sighed as the horn sounded, another score going to the home team—Arcadia High.

She flinched at the loud screeches of the volleyball team’s fangirls.

On the court, a tall black-haired boy, the one and only Choi Soobin, sent the crowd a wide smile.

The screams got louder.

“Dear God,” Y/N groaned.

“Ms. L/N, are you at the regionals?” Mr. Kim asked, surprised. “I never knew you liked Volleyball,”

“I don’t, sir. I don’t even like sports,” Y/N replied, sighing. “but Hana does, and she just informed me she just quit the booth,”

“Oh yes, she informed me during homeroom,”

“Sir Namjoon,” Y/N ran a hand over her face. “I need a stable partner. She’s the fifth one who quit. Is there anyone you can give me that wouldn’t bail?”

“Let’s weigh our options,” Mr. Kim hummed in thought. “How about—Oh, Choi Soobin came to me earlier asking for extra credit. He needs it for his sports scholarship application for college,”

Y/N’s eyes widened, looking over at the court as Soobin flawlessly set the ball with a gigantic smile on his face.

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

“Sir, I don’t think he’s the right fit,” Y/N declared. “He will not give his all to the project,”

“Ms. President, please be reminded that we are very short on time,” Mr. Kim replied curtly. “Besides, he’ll take it. He needs the credits,”

“Sir—“

“I have to go, Ms. President. I have a PTA in 5 minutes,” Mr. Kim interrupted. “Meet me at my office tomorrow with Mr. Choi,”

“Wha—Sir—“

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Y/N pulled her phone away, gaping as the line went dead.

The game was at its peak—seeing as the captain Choi Yeonjun was arguing with the referee on-court.

While the rest of the spectators from Arcadia High worried and fretted over the captain of the team, a girl amongst the rest of the volleyball team was cheering and laughing at the said boy. Weird.

“Choi Yeonjun, foul.” The speakers blurted out.

Yeonjun stomped his way out of the court and to the benches, muttering angrily to himself.

“This is gonna be a long game,” Y/N whined to herself, groaning as Soobin took the ball in his hands with a smile and served.

“Arcadia Pumas win 3:2 sets. Congratulations to our regional champions!”

Y/N groaned, standing up and dusting her skirt off and picking up her school blazer—which she shed off at some point in between the games.

She made her way down the bleachers and joined the crowd of giddy teenage girls trying to approach the volleyball team.

“Soobinie, congratulations!”

“Yeonjun, it’s okay! We still won!”

“Beomgyu, you looked so cool today!”

Y/N wanted to barf.

What was so special about the volleyball teams? They were just boys.

Sure, they were attractive and athletic and hot. They had the tendency to go shirtless sometimes when they were on a break during practice for some weird reason. They were nice to look at.

But they were just boys.

Y/N huffed as she pushed her way through the big crowd and made her way towards Soobin.

Choi Soobin—the volleyball prince and co-captain.

While his other co-captain, Yeonjun, had the reputation of being an arrogant, hot-headed asshole, Soobin was the complete opposite.

He goes around the school with a giant smile and talks softly, always accepting gifts and compliments with a gentle voice that pulls the girls in.

He was the boy every girl wanted—the smart, kind type of boyfriend you’d like your parents to meet.

He was princely, so princely that he was constantly surrounded by girls trying to get his attention—just like now.

“Soobin,” Y/N called as she reached the tall boy.

The said boy turned to her and smiled, tilting his head. His eyes narrowed into slits, seemingly smiling at her as well.

“Thank you,” Soobin chuckled, bowing his head slightly at her before turning his back on her to thank another girl.

“What?” Y/N blinked in confusing, shaking her head as she pulled on the back of his jersey. “Choi Soobin!”

He turned back to her and smiled again. Before she could talk, his back was in front of her once more.

Perhaps it was because he was so adamant on ignoring her that she finally snapped.

“Hey, Soobin,” Y/N hissed, pulling on his arm. “I’m talking to you!”

The girls stopped fawning over Soobin to glare at the girl who was so hell-bent on getting the volleyball prince’s attention.

Soobin turned back to her, his wide eyes blinking and a dumb-founded smile on his face. “Yes?”

“I was talking to you,”

“Oh,” the boy replied, smiling widely. “You were going to congratulate me, right? Thank you!”

“No,” Y/N groaned as the boy furrowed his eyebrows.

“Why is this nerd talking to Soobin?” She could hear the whispers going around. “I know, does she think he’ll date her when she looks like that?”

Y/N cleared her throat.

“Mr. Kim Namjoon sent me to get you for the extra-credit thing you asked him earlier.” Y/N said, glaring over at the girls who were gossiping off at the side.

Soobin’s eyes widened in surprise, his mouth forming an ‘o’.

“Oh, yes. That,” Soobin nodded, smiling again at the crowd of girls. “Sorry, guys. I gotta take care of this,”

A chorus of “It’s okay, Soobinie,” and “Good luck, Soobin!” replied to him.

Y/N winced. Ew.

As the crowd dispersed, Soobin faced her again with another smile.

“So, what about the extra-credit?”

“You have to help me fix the booth for the summer festival,” Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair.

Soobin blinked.

“Oh,” he smiled again. “What was your name again?”

“Y/N,” She glared up at the boy. What was his business being so tall? “We’re classmates, I’m the class president!”

“Are we?”

“We’ve been classmates for four years!”

“Right,” Soobin chuckled. “Y/N. I’m sorry, but, uh, I can’t help you with that.”

Y/N chuckled too, frustrated beyond belief.

She gave him a smile.

“Right,” she grasped his wrist sweetly. “I don’t think you have a choice here, buddy,”

Soobin’s smile was wiped off his face.

“Wait, what—“

Before he could continue, Y/N pulled him out of the court.

“Woah, woah, wait!” Soobin said, pulling back as the doors closed behind him. “You are unusually strong for your size,”

Y/N turned back, glaring at the boy. “Are you calling me short?”

“No,” Soobin shook his head. “I mean sure? You’re not an athlete, I didn’t think you were this strong,”

“Just because I don’t play sports doesn’t mean I’m weak,” Y/N snorted to herself, turning back to him. “Come on, we have to go,”

“Where?”

“Fix the classroom for the festival?” Y/N replied in frustration. “Did you not hear me in there or is that brain of yours just a deflated volleyball?”

Soobin only smiled. “Right,”

“Let’s go,”

“See, class president, I can’t,” Soobin explained. “I’m the co-captain of the volleyball team so I have our fundraiser to take care of,”

“That’s great,” Y/N replied, raising her eyebrows. “Except I don’t care. I’m the class president, and the adviser said you do this or no credit,”

Soobin’s smile dropped, his eyes closed as he let out a frustrated sigh.

“Look. I’m packed. Just let me go,”

“No,”

Soobin crossed his arms. “I thought Lana was in-charge,”

“Hana,”

“Hana, yeah. Her.” Soobin nodded, a frown on his face.

Y/N was almost shocked—she didn’t know the volleyball prince could frown.

Nonetheless, she shook her head.

“She quit,”

Soobin’s eyes lightened up, smiling sweetly at the girl once more.

“Oh, can I quit?” He asked. “I’d love to help but I’m really packed,”

Y/N returned his enthusiastic smile.

“No,”

With another irritated smile, Y/N took his wrist and pulled him away again—Soobin whining behind her.

Of all the things she’s heard about him, Y/N never thought the volleyball prince could be so annoying.

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bitchin’ || pt. 4 (M)

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The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.

pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader

word count: 5k

genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2l

warnings: multiple smut scenes, science talk, banter, jealousy, alcohol & LOTS of colorful 80s slang lmao

A/N: This fic was inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. Thank you to @junqkook for letting me use her likeness!

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PART FOUR

“Ouch! Watch it, Yara! You’re stabbing me!”

Yara released her grip from the striped material of your sweater, letting it fall back down against your torso.

“I’m sorry… Is your personal tailoring experience not luxurious enough? Did you want some sparkling water? Some Crystal Light, perhaps?” The petite girl quipped, eyes narrowing.

You pressed your lips together, holding back the snarky remark that was wanting to come out from between them. You really weren’t in any position to complain. Yara had gone to the trouble of coming up with both your and Jungkook’s costumes, not to mention the fact that she was missing her scheduled viewing of Saved By The Bell just to help you get ready — truly honorable act on her part.

Shutting the pair of scissors with a sharp snip, your best friend placed them down onto the bathroom sink decisively, clearly satisfied with the holes she had carved into your oversized red and green sweater.

“What do you think? I can smear some more brown eyeshadow on the sweater if you want.”

Turning towards the mirror, you let your eyes fall over Yara’s handwork.

When Yara said you were going to be Freddie Krueger you should have expected that there would be no half-assing on her part. Jungkook was right in his assessment that the two of you were similar. Yara, although sometimes indolent, was absolutely unstoppable when she set her mind to something.

“It looks great. You went above and beyond as always.” You flashed her reflection a smile.

Reaching for the hat that sat on the counter, Yara plopped it onto your head, a satisfied grin finding her as she took in the completed look.

“So are you ready?” She inquired. “Tonight’s the big night. You nervous?”

“A little…” You confessed, shrugging. At your words, Yara adjusted your hat slightly.

“Don’t be. We went over the game plan last night, remember?”

Keeping still until your best friend’s creative vision for your hat was completed, you let out a sigh.

“Yeah.”

It should be easy; smile, hang onto Jungkook’s arm as if he was your life support, and be sure to kiss him somewhere everyone could see. Piece of cake. Totally.

Sensing a weight behind your tone, Yara offered you an encouraging smile, her hands finding yours.

“You’re gonna have a totally kick-ass time, I’m sure.” She enthused.

“As long as Jungkook doesn’t sneak off to go bang his ex and leave me alone. I don’t know anyone who is gonna be there.” You sulked, before tapping a finger against your chin in contemplation. “Then again, it wouldn’t be the worst thing ever. If he and Kiri get back together, I can finally stop pretending to date him.”

At your words, Yara’s eyebrows furrowed as if to tell you something you had said hadn’t sat well with her. Before she got the chance to express what that was, however, a loud series of knocks rang out.

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear.” You mused dryly causing Yara to laugh.

“I’ll go let him in, you stay here and try on the socks.” She ordered as she walked out, slamming the bathroom door behind her, leaving you without a choice.

You were curious however, ears tuned into the greeting that was just outside the door as Jungkook came in. Slipping on one of the socks, you brought it up to your knee, tugging at the fabric until it was no longer bunching around your ankle.

“What the hell? You cropped the shirt yourself, didn’t you? I told you I was gonna cut it for you.”

“Chill out. What’s your damage? I’m pretty sure I’m allowed to cut my own shirt.”

“Yeah, nice going, dipshit. It’s fucking crooked!”

You let out a sigh.

Your best friend and fake boyfriend could not be left unattended for even a minute without needing you to play referee, it seemed.

Pushing the bathroom door open, you poked your head out, “Children, children, let’s play nice–”

Jungkook’s head turned to you, expression softening from the irritated glare he was offering Yara just moments ago. You hardly noticed, however, too captivated by what he was wearing to pay the gentle way he looked at you any mind.

He was in a cropped white jersey, the number 10 plastered across his chest in blue just above the ragged seam of where the shirt ended, exposing inches of the lower half of his firm stomach, causing your face to flame.

Low on his hips was a pair of blue sweatpants, the ends of them tucked into his high top Chuck Taylor’s that were similar, if not the same, to the pair you had been planning on wearing.

Johnny Depp would surely be proud of Jungkook’s rendition of Glen Lantz, you decided. He even wore the same pair of silver headphones around his neck.

You cleared your throat, finally pulling your eyes away from your pretend lover’s torso.

“Wow… that’s crooked.”

“Hah! Told you.” Yara pressed, pleased at your assessment.

“Remind me why I put up with the two of you again?” Jungkook frowned, crossing his arms over his chest, unaware of the way it caused his already short shirt to ride up further.

Pulling yourself from the bathroom altogether, you walked over to the couch, plopping down onto it as you began to put on your other sock.

“Sick costume, nerd.” Jungkook praised, eyes fixated on you as you moved. “You’d make a hot serial killer.”

“Yeah, well, don’t cream your pants.” You teased, flashing him a grin.

“I can’t promise anything tonight. I’m a frisky drunk.” He winked back, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Ugh, barf me out. You’re the first on my list when I finally crack and go full homicidal.” You informed him, causing him to chuckle.

“Pleasure and pain. You really know how to get me going, Y/N.”

Yara was leaning up against the kitchen counter, quietly watching the two of you with increasing intrigue. Taking in the way the sides of your eyes creased in amusement as you continued your banter with your so-called fake boyfriend, she suppressed a smirk.

“Well…” Yara finally spoke up, a sly look on her face, “as endearing as I find your warped, semi-abusive way of flirting with one another... I have a show to catch so if you both could just hurry it up—”

“Woah, woah, woah, we’re not flirting.”

“Get real, as if I’d be flirting with him.”

Yara could only laugh at the way you both denied her accusation immediately, words overlapping with one another in unison.

“Whatever. I’ve got fake blood in the bathroom. Jungkook follow me.” She brushed the two of you off.

The costumed boy flashed you a funny look before ultimately trailing after your best friend.

Chewing on your bottom lip in silent contemplation, you let yourself ponder on your best friend’s words.

That wasn’t flirting, was it? No, that was just you and Jungkook’s usual playful banter. Sure, maybe the two of you had gotten more comfortable with one another as the days have ticked by, but it wasn’t as if it was anything more than that, right?

Lately, you had been catching yourself growing somewhat excited about seeing Jungkook, even though you saw him nearly every day. Somehow having the messy-haired boy in your life had become routine.

Having Jungkook by your side felt normal as if you wouldn’t mind it if things were always this way. And that scared you.

Shaking your head, you began to put on your shoes, tying up your laces solemnly.

The moment you held your event and Jungkook and Kiri were back together, things would go back to the way they were before. You didn’t want Jungkook to be someone you were going to miss, but it seemed like with every lopsided grin he threw at you he was cementing himself into your life more and more.

This business venture of yours was looking out to be more costly than you initially anticipated.

But as Jungkook and Yara walked out of the bathroom chatting excitedly, Yara’s hands stained and Jungkook’s jersey now smeared with fake blood, you couldn’t help but feel like you’d be willing to pay the price if it meant that this warm feeling in your chest would last just a little while longer.

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“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jungkook asked you, hand gripping yours tighter.

You tried your best to meet his eyes. It was difficult considering how dimly lit the room was. Fitting though, considering this party was Halloween themed.

“Yes. You’ve asked me that four times now.” You told him loudly, trying to be heard over the loud sound of Michael Jackson’s Thriller playing throughout the house.

“I dunno, you’re not saying anything. It’s, like, freaking me out.” He admitted.

“I’m just… observing.”

“Observing what?”

He watched as your stare fixated itself on the beer pong tournament that was occurring across the room, excited shouts coming from several people as one of Jungkook’s brothers scored a point.

“Gorillas.” You said, finally. “In their natural habitat.”

Jungkook laughed, enjoying the way your nose scrunched up at them.

“Hey now, did we say before we got here?” He tutted disapprovingly, waging a finger at you. You followed the digit with the frown.

“Yeah, yeah, I promised no judging the common folk. This is how the intellectually lesser entertain themselves, I remember.” You sighed out, gaze flicking up to catch the amusement in Jungkook’s eyes.

The costumed boy nudged his shoulder into yours; he liked it when you joked around with him like this. It made him feel like you were comfortable around him and that you might even enjoy his company.

“Do you know what you need?” He began happily.

“I do not but my answer is already no.”

“A drink.” He continued, ignoring you.

Suddenly, you were yanked forward, Jungkook leading you by the hand towards where you assumed the drinks were.

You hadn’t been at the party for very long, but already the social interaction had exhausted you. Jungkook was far more popular than you had previously concluded; the two of you could hardly take two steps before running into someone who wanted to say hello to the frat boy attached to you.

It was daunting in a sense – the concept that every person that came up to him was going to leave the interaction with the impression that you were Jungkook’s girlfriend. Perhaps guilt wasn’t the right word, but something about the way the party’s attendees glanced down at yours and Jungkook’s intertwined hands caused your stomach to flip and neck to grow hot.

So you kept to yourself mainly, letting your socially confident boyfriend do all the talking. You didn’t mind, really; it was somewhat remarkable the way Jungkook could handle himself in a social situation. He had a way of acting like every person that stopped to chat was important.

As Jungkook and you made your way into the large fraternity house’s kitchen, you wondered if it wasn’t acting at all and if he was just that nice of a person.

“Righteous costume, JK!” A disembodied voice called out from somewhere, clearly directed at Jungkook.

You hardly had time to decipher where the voice had come from before an outrageously good looking boy draped in a white toga came forward, pulling Jungkook into a hug.

“You finally cut your hair. Looking good, Tae.” Jungkook laughed back, patting the handsome man’s back affectionately.

You watched their interaction with interest. This wasn’t acting, as far as you knew. Judging by the way Jungkook’s laugh has grown higher in pitch, something you had noticed occurred when he was genuinely happy, you knew you were witnessing genuine friendship, not just polite socializing.

“And who is this lovely lady who, might I add, looks killer? Pun totally intended.” The model man mused, eyes flashing your way.

You felt heat prickle at your cheeks.

“Taehyung, this is my girlfriend Y/N, Y/N this is Kim Taehyung. He’s head of our finance committee.” Jungkook introduced the two of you, causing your eyes to grow wide.

So this was the guy Jungkook had told you about. The guy who could help you throw your event.

Taehyung let out a scoff, “Seriously? That’s how you introduce me? The finance guy? I’m also your favorite brother, could’ve opened up with that one.”

“Taehyung’s my Big. He’s taken me under his wing or whatever.” Jungkook explained, running a hand through his dark hair.

A nervous giggle escaped you, taking Taehyung’s extended hand into yours to greet.

“Nice to finally meet you, Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about you.” The mulleted man grinned, causing one of your eyebrows to quirk up in surprise.

“You have?”

Taehyung put his hands up defensively, not noticing the way Jungkook’s expression had fallen beside him, “All good things, don’t worry. The kid talks about you nonstop—”

“Hey! So Y/N has been thinking about throwing an event here on campus, isn’t that right, babe?” Jungkook interrupted suddenly.

The arrival of the new pet name caught you off guard for a moment, before remembering that you and Jungkook were meant to be a couple after all.

“Oh yeah, Jungkook mentioned something like that to me. Tell me about it.” Taehyung said.

You stood silent for a moment, realizing that this moment was the one you had been anticipating all week long.

Relaxing your shoulders, you grinned at him.

It was now or never.

“Yeah! So the event is called STEM for FEM. I’ve got all kinds of games and pamphlets prepared. It’s basically meant to show girls that no matter what people think, there are in fact opportunities for us in the more traditionally male-dominated fields. It may be a steep road, but it’s one worth taking. And they’re not alone. There are programs out there that girls can reach out to. They offer all kinds of support; emotional, educational, financial—“

Jungkook reached for a cooler that sat by his feet, pulling out a beer. You didn’t need him for this. This was precisely what he had watched you practice into the mirror over and over; you were ready.

Popping open the can, he took a small sip, a small smile creeping on his face as he watched the way the fire in your eyes spread, your pretty lips wrapping around the words that you carried in your heart wherever you went.

“That’s radical, girl. It sounds like you’re really passionate about this stuff, huh?”

Jungkook caught Taehyung’s reply once he walked back over to you guys. He had gone off to make you a drink, figuring that cranberry juice and vodka would ease any sales pitch nerves you might have.

“Yeah, I am.” You smiled. “I’m a biology major myself.”

You tore your eyes away from the blond boy to take the red solo cup he was offering. Bringing the cup up to your nose, you sniffed it experimentally.

“Do you have a sponsor?”

You were grateful that you hadn’t taken a sip of your drink yet as had any liquid been inside your mouth you surely would have choked on it.

“Oh, uh! Not yet!” You squeaked out, causing Jungkook to fight down a chuckle.

“Because Beta Tau Sigma happens to be under our campus philanthropy quota and we’d love to support a cause like yours.” Taehyung offered, causing your heart to soar.

“Really?” You gaped.

“Sure! Just swing by anytime this week and I’m sure we can work out the details.��

This was happening. The event you had poured your absolute heart and soul into planning was actually going to happen… holy shit.

“Wow, that’s just… wow!” You replied, breathlessly. “Thank you! Thank you so much, seriously. I can’t even begin to thank you enough…”

Taehyung shook his head, clearly amused, “No need to thank me, it’s a worthy cause. Besides, think of it as a thank you.”

“A thank you? For what?”

“For dating my brother. You’re the reason he comes home every night grinning like an idiot after all.” He grinned cheesily.

A smile broke out onto your face despite yourself, but the good atmosphere didn’t last for long, as a hand finding yours caught your attention.

“Alright, alright, enough sappy shit.” Jungkook urged, cheeks tinted ever so slightly pink.

Much to the blushing boy’s chagrin, Taehyung reached over to rustle Jungkook’s long looks.

“I’m just teasing.” The blond laughed. “By the way, any chance you’ve seen Hobi?”

“No, why?”

“Dude is totally wasted. Heard someone say he was gonna jump off the roof into the pool.”

“The house doesn’t have a pool?” Jungkook blinked.

Taehyung flashed him a look as if to say ‘exactly.’

“Anyway, it was nice meeting you, Y/N. We’ll talk soon, yeah?” Taehyung asked.

“Absolutely.” You nodded.

“See ya later, man!” Taehyung called out through a crooked smile before slipping back into the crowd of people that lay just beyond the kitchen.

An excited squeal erupted from you, your hands reaching out towards Jungkook as he reciprocated your enthusiasm and embraced you in an elevated hug.

You let out a laugh, carefully holding onto the cup in your hand so as not to spill it before he set you back down.

“You did it!” He cheered.

“We did it.” You corrected.

“I didn’t do anything?” Jungkook looked at you in bewilderment.

You shook your head, “Not true. I would have never met Taehyung if it weren’t for you. Thank you, meathead.”

Jungkook looked at you warmly for a moment, knowing that despite the cruel nickname, your sincerity was genuine.

“Cheers, nerd. To a deal well done.” Jungkook said decidedly, holding out his beer.

Bumping your cup into his can, you took a swig of your drink, grimacing as the overwhelming taste of vodka made its way down your throat.

“Taehyung was awesome.” You began once you had downed a few more sips of the liquid poison. “I don’t know why I was expecting some ape-like barbarian.”

“Probably because of those gorillas you just saw over at the beer pong table.” Jungkook joked. “Yeah, Tae’s great. He’s a Legacy too, so everybody here loves him.”

You stared at him blankly, clearly not understanding the term.

Jungkook sighed, “I mean he comes from a long family of Beta Tau Sigma alumnae. His older brother Seokjin graduated last year—”

“Wait, Seokjin? You don’t mean… Kim Seokjin… our lab professor?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Yep.”

“No way! But he’s so…” Your eyebrows furrowed, struggling for the right word.

“Smart?” Jungkook assumed flatly.

You fought back a smile, “I was not gonna say that.”

“Mhm, I’m so sure.”

“Anyway,” You smiled, poking a finger into Jungkook’s chest, “I had no clue you liked me so much.”

“What do you mean?”

“You talk about me? I’m the reason you come home grinning every night?” You recalled Taehyung’s words.

You watched in amusement as Jungkook visibly tensed.

“W-Well, duh. You’re my fake girlfriend, I mean, it would be weird if I didn’t do any of those things...” Jungkook defended, eyes narrowing at you suddenly. “Quit gloating.”

“I’m not gloating.” You smirked.

“Yes, you are. I can see it in your face. You’re a gloater.” He said decidedly, moving to make himself a drink.

“How very dare you! I am nothing of the sort.”

“Admit it, Y/N. You relish in my misfortune.” He poured some cranberry juice into a cup, clearly moving to recreate your drink.

“The fact that I relish in your misfortune has nothing to do with this.” You waved off quickly, sending the two of you into giggles.

You somehow managed to down your cup, flashing Jungkook a grateful smile as he began to make you a new one.

You were admiring the way Jungkook’s shoulders filled out his jersey when another voice made itself known, pushing its way into the kitchen.

“Kookie, is that you?”

It was Kiri. The way Jungkook jerked around immediately, eyes as wide as saucers, told you that much.

Turning to where Jungkook’s eyes were fixated, you came to find a tall and leather-clad girl, her curled hair unmoving as she strutted forward. You couldn’t hear anything over the hum of the music playing throughout the house but you’d imagined you would hear the sound of her bright red heels rapping against the tile floor if it were quiet.

Her top was black and off the shoulder, and it dawned on you that she was dressed as Sandy from Grease.

You watched in silence as Jungkook nodded at her, a grin on his face.

“Haven’t seen you in a while. Thought you were avoiding me.” Kiri smirked, teeth on full display.

“Avoid you? Never.” Jungkook teased.

Suddenly, a weird feeling bubbled in your stomach as you watched the two interact.

Strange. Must be the vodka.

“I’ve just been busy, I guess.” He shrugged, clearly trying to play it coy.

At his words, Kiri’s eyes flickered to you, causing you to freeze.

“So I’ve heard.” She said simply. You smiled at her awkwardly.

Clearing his throat, Jungkook jumped into action, “Y/N meet Kiri. Kiri meet Y/N, my girlfriend.”

“Y/N L/N, right? I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.” Kiri admitted, eyes shaded with something you couldn’t quite decipher.

“You, uh, have?”

“Of course!” She smiled, although it didn’t quite meet her eyes. “I like to keep tabs on all the girls in Greek life… or I guess in your case, have had Greek life in them.

You blinked.

Jungkook eyes quickly moved to you. Crap. He knew Kiri well enough to detect a catty comment from her no matter how innocently she presented it. You were smart; he was sure you had caught exactly what she was implying.

For a moment, no one said anything. Jungkook gripped his cup tighter, wondering if he should say something to ease the nearly palpable tension.

However, before he got the chance, you smiled, cocking your head to the side.

“No worries, I get it. You wanted to scope out your ex’s new girlfriend, right?”

Jungkook let out a breath, realizing that you weren’t looking for any kind of conflict.

You could tell you words pleased Kiri with the way the side of her painted lips turned upward.

“So, Jungkook told you about me. How flattering.”

“Actually, he hasn’t said a word.” You smiled.

You took a step forward; it wasn’t anything aggressive or confrontational, but it was enough to capture Jungkook’s attention.

“Let’s just say I also like to keep tabs on things involving those that go inside of me.” You lowered your voice, sending Kiri a small wink.

Jungkook must know you pretty well too because he also knew that your comment wasn’t nearly as lighthearted as you made it out to be. He fought back a grin.

Kiri straighten up suddenly, “So what are you two dressed up as? A dumb jock and dirty Waldo?”

‘Well, she’s certainly not being subtle anymore.’ Jungkook thought dryly.

“Freddie Krueger and Glen Lantz. Like from Nightmare at Elm’s Street.” Jungkook answered, no longer bothering to uphold a pleasant tone.

“Is that so? I don’t watch horror movies.” Kiri shrugged.

“I know you don’t.” He reminded her.

“So did you come alone? Or is there a Danny Zuko somewhere that you’re matching with?” You asked casually, not liking the way your insides churned every time Jungkook and Kiri spoke to one another.

“He’s over there by the booth. He’s in charge of the music.” She replied, polished finger directing you where to look.

Sure enough, across the room on an elevated platform was a DJ booth, the man who was operating the device sporting a leather jacket and greased hair.

A gasp fell through your lips as you took him in, recognizing him immediately.

“That’s—” You cut yourself off immediately, turning away from him. “...so cool! Him being a DJ and whatnot.”

Kiri nodded cautiously, clearly catching on to the way you had changed your tune suddenly.

“You know what, I think Jungkook and I are gonna head over to the dance floor. But it was really great meeting you, Kiri.” You told her, reaching for Jungkook’s hand.

Your fake boyfriend sensed your urgency and took your hand comfortably.

“Nice seeing you.” Jungkook called out to her breezily as the two of you began to walk away, not bothering to give Kiri another glance.

Your heart was pounding but you tried your best to look nonchalant, knowing Kiri was probably watching the two of you leave.

As you reached the dance floor, you allowed yourself a sparing glance around to make sure that Kiri was out of ear’s reach before you wrapped your arms around Jungkook’s neck and began to sway your hips.

Bringing your mouth to his ear, you spoke, “Kiri is dating Eunwoo.”

Jungkook sent you a look, “Yeah. I know.”

You shook your head as Jungkook’s hands found your waist, keeping up with your pace.

“You don’t understand. Eunwoo is Yara’s ex.”

“Wait– Really?”

You nodded.

“Great. So he’s banged two of my girlfriends then. I swear to god, Y/N, if he tries to get into your pants next I’m gonna kick his ass into the next decade.” Jungkook grunted. You laughed.

“I just don’t understand. I swear he was in love with Yara just last week. He used to slip love notes under our door for her, you know. I even didn’t know he was in a frat?” You frowned.

“He’s a new member. He was just initiated a little while back. Fucking prick.”

That made sense. From what you had gathered tonight, everyone within Jungkook’s fraternity seemed quite friendly with one another— it didn’t make sense that an active member would betray Jungkook like that.

“You handled that very well, by the way.” Your pretend lover spoke suddenly.

“What? Kiri? Whatever, I’ve dealt with worse girls in high school.” You shrugged easily, hand finding itself running in Jungkook’s hair.

He had mentioned once that he needed a haircut but it seems as if you had successfully managed to talk him out of it. You like his hair like this.

“She was trying to use an intimidation technique that Gamma Alpha Tau uses on possible pledges.” He explained. “I promise you she’s not always that…”

“Snarky? Judgmental? Standoffish?” You offered, quirking up a brow.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, “I just mean she’s usually better behaved than that.”

“Right. Well, either way, this is a good sign.”

“What is?”

“Her hating me. Just means she’s jealous and then we’re one step closer to closing your half of the deal.” You enthused.

“Speaking of the deal, I believe you owe me a kiss, Freddie.”

Jungkook’s words took you by surprise and as much as you wanted to wipe that slick grin off his face, you knew he was right.

Humming, you let go of his hair, moving closer so that his nose was brushed up against yours.

“Your move, meathead.” You urged, letting your bottom lip brush against his teasingly.

Pressed up against him like this, you could feel a low rumble erupt in his chest.

“You teasing me?” He mused lazily.

“Didn’t you say you liked your pleasure with some pain?”

If Jungkook had a reply, you didn’t catch it in time as his mouth found yours, distracting you from any trivial thoughts weighing you down.

Something was intoxicating about the way Jungkook kissed you; he wasn’t rushed or in any hurry, but the way his mouth moved against yours made your chest pound as you brought your fingers up to pull at his hair.

Maybe it was the alcohol, perhaps it was the sound of Rick James in the air, but when his hand found your jaw and his tongue ran itself along your bottom lip you happily obligated, whimpering as his tongue moved against yours with the same fervor as the kiss you shared on your bed.

Jungkook was trying his hardest to hold back, he really was, but with the way your fingers pulled against his scalp, he felt himself start to grow greedily, grinding his hips against yours.

A whimper left your mouth and before you could make left from right, Jungkook broke the kiss and turned you around, pressing his chest into your back.

Heat rocketed to your face as you were suddenly reminded that you were in a room full of people, kissing Jungkook like this.

Your worries were soon eased as he began to press a trail of kisses down your neck, causing you to sigh.

“Wanna blow this popsicle stand? I’ve got a bottle of Malibu in my room with our name on it.” He murmured into your neck.

For a moment, you wondered if you should say no. If Jungkook kept touching you like this, especially with alcohol in your system, there was no guarantee what you’d do.

You let out a squeak as Jungkook’s tongue found your neck, the hot muscle dancing against your skin.

Letting your eyes roll over the room, you froze as they met a familiar pair.

Kiri was stood by the DJ Booth, eyes fixated on you two, her stare cold and unmoving.

Suddenly, a feeling came over you. It felt hot and not in the nice way Jungkook had been making you feel. You hardened your stare, holding her eyes. Was this why Jungkook kissed you? Did he know Kiri was watching?

Sensing the way you had tense against him, Jungkook pulled away from your neck.

“Something wrong?”

Fine. If Jungkook wanted to put on a show for her, then you were happy to assist.

Instead of replying, you turned your head and answered with your mouth, kissing him in a way you knew Kiri wouldn’t be able to ignore.

“Let’s get outta here.” You breathed as you broke the kiss.

Jungkook’s eyes were dark, eyelids low as a positively devilish smirk crept over him.

Following him as he lead you out of the room, you couldn’t help but glance behind you, the sides of your mouth curling up as you met Kiri’s glare once more.

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