#if not buddie then why flirty giggle?

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

please i LOVE the dynamic of flirty reader and spencer in little baby lime… could we get some more of them together? maybe with reader flirting with the team and flustered spencer again it made me giggle. also the pregnancy part was truly the cherry on top 😌 LOVE UR WRITING!!

i would’ve included henry but i wanted to keep this around sea2-3 reid.

it’s bring your kids to work day and spencer doesn’t have his kid yet, but any excuse to bring you to work he’ll take. and hotch brought jack with him and he loves to talk with you whenever there’s a silent moment.

“can i be the baby’s friend?” the young boy stood next to you while you sat in spencer’s desk chair. you smiled at the young boy as you kept rubbing soothing circles over your growing bump, “of course, but you’ll be older than them, are you okay with waiting?” watching how jack twisted his torso with his hands behind his back.

“i’ll try. my dad says patience is a very important lesson while growing up.” tilting his head to the side. you could see hints of hotch in the little face.

“it is. we practice patience every day, like i’m being very patient for my baby to arrive. and you’re probably very patience waiting for your birthday so you can have cake and presents.” reaching your hands out to start tickling the boy causing him to squirm and screech a bit too loud for a federal office.

“hey, why are we left out of the fun?” a deep voice entered the area and you stopped your attack to see hotch and spencer smiling at both of you. jack stepped closer to wrap his arms around your left bicep and lean his head to your shoulder, “cause she’s holding my new friend. and she’s pretty.” whispering the last part but with him next to your ear it was crystal clear and you couldn’t help a coo.

spencer nodded, “the prettiest.” and you rolled your eyes in a tease, “oh please, you just say that cause i have your baby.” stretching your legs out.

hotch held out his hand and jerked his head, “come on buddy, let’s leave them alone for now. y/n can see you later.” then jack looked to you quickly, “can we play later?”

“of course, but i’m very delicate right now. we don’t want to hurt your friend.” giving a tiny pat onto his cheek before he rushed to his dad’s side.

“you’re a natural already,” spencer whispered to the crown of your head before leaving a kiss. he then sat on the edge of his desk with his arms crossed over his chest.

you hummed, “and you’re gonna be so sexy being a young hot dilf. gonna need to restrain myself or else they’ll have a sibling quickly.” jumping your brows and smirking.

spencer’s eyes widened while his cheeks and ears flushed red quickly. “she always been this feisty?” derek strode up while sipping on a cup of coffee.

now you crossed your arms over your growing chest, “wouldn’t you like to know, playboy. but that train left the station and is only circling reid island.” derek chuckled lowly, “i’ll take that as a yes.”

[brooooswriting]

Hi! Could you please write a Leighton x r where r has too much to drink and forgets that Leighton is their gf and they are all flirty

My idiot

(Not the biggest fan of this one)

You’ve always been in flirt, ever since high school that was what people knew you as. It wasn’t really intentional, more just your personality and sure, sometimes it was just fun. College started the same way, you flirted here and there on purpose and the rest of the time it was just your personality.

At least until you ended up with Leighton. You didn’t change your personality but you kept it down and never flirted with anyone, but her of course, on purpose. She didn’t expect you to change and she thought it was kinda funny when people thought you were flirting with them right in front of her.

“I’m so hyped for this party” Bella told you four as you stood in their dorm with a shot in hand. All of you cheered as you were just as hyped, it had been way too long since the last one.

“Me too, but she should still drink responsibly” Kimberly said as you immediately refilled the glasses. You knew that she only meant it in a good way and you loved her for that, she was a great friend but you were going to a frat party and that was only possible if you were drunk.

“Kimberly, love, take this and shhh” you smiled kindly as she laughed. She knew you didn’t mean it in a rude way as you gave her a warm smile and she took the shot like you told her to.

“Damn, this queue is way too long” Whitney whined, earning a sigh from Bella before she suddenly gasped. And a gasping Bella was never a good thing, not once.

“I have an idea” she started and carefully looked at Leighton which made you even more weary of the idea. “Leighton, don’t kill me. But y/n should go up there and flirt us in” you could see Kimberly’s breath hitch and yours did too.

“I mean if it’s okay for y/n and he doesn’t touch her” you were surprised but only gave them a nonchalant nod as you were fine with whatever. “Well, go get us in baby” she pressed a couple of kisses to your lips before letting you off.

It didn’t take you longer than 5 minutes to get all of you in. Now you had to make sure that you weren’t going to see him in the house again as that would be more than uncomfortable but at least Leighton didn’t have to stand in the cold air anymore with her short black dress.

“Omg y/n, let’s get shots” Lila said as soon as you walked in which made all of you laugh. You gave her a nod before turning to your group.

“You guys want one too?” As all of them nodded you wandered off with your friend to get them. But you should have known that Lila wasn’t gonna let you off that easily.

“Can we have 10 shots please?” Lila asked the ‘bartender’ who quickly handed them to her.

“The fuck are you gonna do with 10 shots buddy?” You laughed.

“The question isn’t what I’m gonna do with it, the question is what we are gonna do with it. And we are gonna drink 2 each now and then we can go back and you can drink one with your girl” you would have loved to fight her but it would have been useless. So you clicked the cups and downed both of them shortly after another.

“I’m never getting drinks with you again” you laughed as you took the rest of the shots and went to find your group. “Ah, here we are. One for each” you handed out the shots until all of you had one, so you could settle next to Leighton your hand resting on her lower back.

Lila said something inappropriate as a toast and all of you downed the shots. “Why were you guys gone so long?” Your girlfriend asked as she leaned into you.

“Lila made me take two shots right there” you giggled, the alcohol hitting you slightly. You could feel the blondes snort against your body which made you smile wider.

“Leigh, can you wingman me?” Bella asked her once she spotted a dude she liked. You gave her a short nod when she asked if it was okay to leave you for a moment and kissed her before also wandering off.

“Y/n, didn’t think I’d see you here” Caneen greeted you as you nearly ran into you. “Come and be my beer pong partner” he dragged you away before you could say anything.

Once you won the game, you looked around to find your girlfriend send you a look clearly asking for help as somebody kept chewing off her ear. You excused yourself from the game and walked up to her, your hand wrapping around her waist. “Sorry, can I steal my girl really quick?” You didn’t waist for an answer, just pulling her away by her waist. “Jeez, that guy was boring” you whispered into her ear as you pulled her further which made her laugh.

“You’ve only listened to him for a couple of seconds, he was talking for like 10 minutes before you came” she groaned which made you laugh as you finally arrived at a secluded, quieter corner.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you the whole night. You look really hot in that dress” you grinned. Leighton leaned against the wall as your hands caressed her waist, sometimes dipping down a bit.

“Mhm, how hot do I look?” She flirted. You started to kiss her, leading you two to make out for a moment. The alcohol made you more needy as you have barely seen each other the whole time. But it seems like it wasn’t over as there suddenly was a knock on the door.

“Y/n, Caneen is down there about to get in a fight. Come and calm him down, that idiot isn’t listening to me” Lila screamed making you sigh as you had to pull away.

“We are just too popular” you joked to Leighton who also groaned and buried her face in your neck. “I’m coming L” you gave her another kiss before walking downstairs with the other girl. You calmed down the situation as you pulled the man away and promised him more drinking. Stupid decision.

The next thing you really remember was seeing a really really pretty and hot blonde girl dancing with an Indian girl and two other people whose backs were facing you. “Lla, m gna get ‘at grl over there” you slurred pointing to the woman which made your drinking partner gasp.

“You wkd mije such a hot couple” she slurred just as much as you did. You walked off to find the pretty girl and talk to here.

“Hey there” you said with the most charming smile you could muster and you were more than happy to see that she smiled back as she greeted you. “I just wanted to tell you that you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and that if you’re single I’d love to have your number” she stared at you for a moment deciding whether you were really too drunk to know that she was your girlfriend or if you were kidding.

“Are you being serious?” She asked, her eyes scanning your face as she and Whitney had to hold in their laughs. You gave her a nod as you slightly leaned against Lila who was just as drunk.

“Yeah, I mean I can only imagine that your personality is just as beautiful as you. So can I have your number cause I lost mine” you flirted again, Lila adding a ‘period’ which made Whitney break. She had to take a step back as she laughed.

“I’m sorry but I got a girl, her name is y/n” Leighton said seriously and watched your face fall before it suddenly lit up again.

“My name is y/n” you suddenly exclaimed, a happy look on your face that then fell again. “What’s her last name?”

“Oh it’s Y/l/n” the blonde was actually amazed. How were you so damn drunk?

“Damn she’ll never be as good as this girl bitch. She’s the one” Lila hyped you up as you gave the hot girl a sad smile.

“Well, I wish you all the best” you mumbled and were about to turn before the girl next to you suddenly gasped.

“Oh my god, Y/n that’s your last name. You’re y/n y/l/n” now it was your time to gasp which ultimately made your girlfriend break out in laughter.

“I’m your girlfriend?”

“Yes, yes you are” she couldn’t help but giggle when she saw how big your eyes were as you stared down at her with love.

“Damn I’m lucky, you’re so hot”

“I’m the greatest wingman ever. Now I’m gonna find someone hot, so bye bitches”

Once Lila’s support was gone you had a hard time standing which the blonde seemed to notice as she put her hands on you to support your weight. “Would your heart skip a beat too if we kissed now?” You flirted again, your brows raised a bit as you bit your lip.

She snorted a bit and nodded before hoisting your arm around her so she could walk with you. “Let’s go back” she said, not yet walking as she wanted you to be ready.

“Can I follow you home? My parents told me to follow my dreams” it was hard to make out your slurred words but she still could which made her laugh even more.

“Sure, let’s go” with her arm around yours waist she led you to say goodbye to her roommates before walking out with you.

“Who would have thought that I’d leave the party with the prettiest girl?” You asked, your voice was so genuine that it did in fact make her heart skip a beat. Sure, she knew that you loved her and that you thought she was pretty but the fact that even when you were black out drunk and couldn’t realize who she was, you’d always come to her.

“You’re an idiot” she mumbled with a smile that even showed her teeth. You didn’t hear her as you kept on talking about how pretty she was. Once she finally got you into her dorm she gave you your pjs that you left at hers. As she moved to help you change you suddenly pulled back.

“No! I got a girlfriend! Don’t touch me” you grumbled as your back was turned towards her. Your shirt came off easily but you struggled with the clip of your bra as you just couldn’t coordinate your hands so she stepped closer to do it for you. “Don’t touch me! I’m taken”

“Y/n, baby. It’s me, Leighton?” She immediately heard you sigh happily as you turned your head to look at her, which was followed by a happy smile. Once you have her the okay she opened your bra and helped you put on your top. The moment you were changed you fell into her bed, burying yourself in the pillows and the thick comforter. It didn’t take long for the blonde to join and you clung on to her as soon as possible.

She knew that tomorrow your headache was going to kill you and that you weren’t going to remember most of the night. But the memory of you trying to hit on her because you couldn’t remember that you guys were dating was going to stay forever. And she’s never let you forget it, ever.

[melrodrigo]

favorite - t.c.

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a day of feeling useless, Tara’s the only one who can make you feel better.

Pairings: Slight Amber Freeman x Reader in the beginning, Tara Carpenter x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k+

A/N: Am I projecting? Maybe. Tara’s my bbg 🫶🏻

Amber

YN - Why do you only want me when you have nothing else to do?

You bite your lip as you hit send, swiping out the app as fast as you can to try and quell the feeling of regret you know is coming.

Your lover of sorts, Amber Freeman, had been acting weird lately.

You’re not sure what to call the two of you, best friends that kiss each other? friends with benefits? two buddies in a situationship?

All very accurate descriptions, you think as you laugh bitterly.

It had been weeks of bliss at first, with flirty comments, secret kisses, and love notes stashed in your locker.

But for the past few days, she’s been awful. Gone are the nights spent giggling together on your couch while you watch a movie, gone are the butterflies whenever you see her name pop up on your screen.

She’s quiet. It makes you uneasy.

At first, you tried to ignore it, think to yourself she must be busy.

She loves me, she’ll answer, you reason.

Nothing hurts more than being proven wrong.

A - I think we should stop talking.

YN- What? Why? Can’t we talk this out?

A - I wanted to tell you a couple of days ago in person but…I’m sorry. I just don’t like you anymore. I met someone else.

You blink back the tears already welling in your eyes. You shut your phone off, refusing to answer, part of you hoping she might beg for your forgiveness after seeing you upset.

Nothing.

Your chest heaves as the hole in your chest deepens.

How could she? After everything you’d been through together. Especially after the Ghostface attacks last year, you’d hoped she cared a little more.

You’d been the one to warn her, even. When she told you she had feelings for you, you’d made her promise that she swore they were true. You weren’t taking a chance on a ‘maybe’.

But alas, your moon-eyed perspective had affected your decision-making skills. She’d told you she loved you, and that she was going to be your girlfriend, and you had believed her.

You fall back onto your bed. Hands pressed to your forehead harshly as you think.

You pick up your phone once more, ignoring all thoughts that tell you this is a horrible idea, and call her up.

-

“Hey. Thanks for coming.” You tell Tara as you step back to let her in. She’s dressed in an oversized AC/DC t-shirt paired with gray sweatpants.

Her hair is slightly messy like she’s just woken up from a nap. You curse as you catch yourself thinking about how cute she looks.

“No problem.” She tells you without missing a beat, walking into your house and up to your room like it’s her second home.

You and Tara had a history.

All throughout grade school, you had the biggest crush on the brunette, but she never reciprocated. Not that you ever told her about it. Later, when both of you were in high school, she confessed that she liked you.

You were so confused between your feelings for Amber and for her back then, you ended up never giving her a clear answer. And after time, the two of you just started to drift away.

But you wouldn’t be able to say that the underlying feeling she was the one wasn’t always simmering within you.

Your feelings for Tara were something that could never be explained. Not even to your best friends over the years, who would hear endless rants about the girl.

She was just so, perfect.

Well- nobody was perfect; you knew that. She was always somewhat of a rebel throughout your school years. But you found her imperfections endearing, which only made her more human and in turn, more perfect to you.

It didn’t help that she also looked like an angel that had fallen from the skies.

In short, Tara Carpenter was an enigma. You’ve had crushes before, of course. But this one, you think will never go away. Whether you viewed her from a romantic or platonic lens, all you could feel was adoration. You were incredibly fond of the girl.

You snap out of your daze and follow her upstairs, closing the door behind you.

“So, you wanna tell me what this is about?” She says, not unkindly.

You play with the hairs on the nape of your neck as you answer her.

“I’ve just been feeling…sort of weird. I needed some company.” You tell her, somewhat awkwardly,

“And nobody else was free?” She prods, her eyes filling with an emotion you can’t quite place.

You look down shyly as you shake your head. “No, I wanted you to come.” You mumble, loud enough for her to hear.

You sneak a peek at her expression and relax once you see she’s smiling.

“Good. ‘Cause I’ve been missing you.” She says, grinning.

Her words make you feel like a weight’s been taken off your shoulders. Everything’s normal. Everything’s good.

You relax, moving over to join her on the bed.

“I missed you too.” You say.

She doesn’t miss a beat before she reaches for your TV remote and pushes herself further up your bed. She takes her hair out of the bun it was in and whips out her glasses.

She never likes to wear it because she thinks it makes her look nerdy, but you think it’s the cutest thing.

“You sure are making yourself at home.” You murmur, earning a soft slap from the girl.

“Hey! This is how you’re supposed to experience a movie.“ She says, nudging herself into your bedsheets.

You scoff as you join her and place your leg over her own.

“Who said we were going to watch a movie?” You challenge, raising a brow at her.

She shrugs, unserious. “I figured I’d take the lead. You need a distraction, and you weren’t doing anything…so.”

You nudge her with your shoulder one more time before settling in beside her, not willing to debate.

She scrolls on your TV a little while longer before you nearly leap out of your seat as you see your favorite movie pass.

You open your mouth to force her to pick it, but she buts in before you can get a word out.

“Yes, I know it’s your favorite movie. I’m putting it on now, shush.” She teases, smirking slightly.

You relent without a word.

Halfway through the movie, you can tell Tara’s getting sleepy. Her eyes droop and her head is falling further into the pillow.

You bite back a chuckle and pull out your phone, ready to take a photo that’ll surely embarrass the brunette.

She stirs in her sleep when the flash goes out, looking up at you groggily.

You panic and shove the phone underneath you, moving over to do anything to distract her. You don’t have enough time to think, you surge forward and press your lips to her forehead.

Her eyes widen, no doubt wondering what the hell you’re doing.

A forehead kiss? Yeah, that isn’t suspicious at all!

She’s still still under you, blinking slowly.

“Go back to sleep Tar.” You mumble against her skin, using a nickname you haven’t called her in ages.

It works though. You feel her physically relax and in the next few minutes, she’s fast asleep against you once again, this time with her arm wrapped around your waist.

You feel your cheeks get hot and thank the gods that nobody can see you.

You watch as the credits of the movie finally roll, and you feel the tiresome events of the day finally catch up to you.

You look down at Tara, studying her features. You want to reach out and touch her freckles, but you resist the urge.

Whatever Tara Carpenter was to you didn’t matter today, you reason. The only thing that matters is that she’s here, and she’s made you feel better than you have in months. Friend or something more, she’ll always be the one to brighten your day.

[fookingmuffins]

Say something babe

James potter x reader

Angst

I have not written anything in years and English is not my first language, so pls be kind. I'm trying to do things that scare me (posting my writing) just to get over my fears, and I hope you guys enjoy. (Or not since it's angst sksksk) also, this is not proofread at all I kinda wrote it in my notes and ran imma edit it tomorrow when I'm not half asleep

Pic creds to @/sofflllll on pintrest

You giggled quietly as you were sneaking into the Gryffindor common room with the help of your best friend Penny to surprise your boyfriend. You had been dismissed from your last club meeting before break earlier than expected, and you were dying for a cuddle session after barely seeing him this last week with the many activities you had been doing from extra classes to the clubs you were part of.

"Oi potter! You got to tell me, mate, what's the matter between you and y/n?" You abruptly stopped with Penny looking at each other as you heard your name being mentioned between James and a voice you recognized as Castor, one of his quidditch buddies and a guy who had been randomly getting flirty with you despite your protest and the fact the whole school knew you were with James. You had mentioned to James how uncomfortable Castor made you feel before, but he brushed it off and always seemed preoccupied with other matters, assuring you Castor was just being a boy.

"What about her?" James said with an uncomfortable chuckle

"Well, you're clearly messing with Evans recently, so I was wondering where that would leave her at tonight's party?" You felt Penny squeeze your hand and pull it a little as tears welled up in your eyes. Messing with Evans? You had been with James for a year now, and you knew he liked Lily before, but that was long over before you two got together when they decided they were better off as friends. You held your breath as you waited for James to say something, to deny that something was happening between him and Lily and tell them off because you were his but all you heard was his signature boyish laugh that usually got you grinning like a fool and made your bad days better but this time all you felt was a knot form in your throat.

Penny tried to pull your hand to get the two of you out of there but all you did was shake your head and pull her back, you were frozen in place and needed to hear more despite everything in you telling you to run. "She's all yours if she'll have you mate. Might help me distract her a bit while Lily and I have some fun." A knot formed at the back of your throat, and you tried to swallow it as you blinked to stop the tears that were threatening to spill, but you just couldn't.

"OH come on, Potter, you cannot be serious, I really thought she was gonna be your wife once we left Hogwarts." You heard Percy, another teammate, say. "The girl seems head over heels for you and half the school wanted her, and she chose you"

"That's just it! She is so obsessed with me, it's suffocating! Definitely would never marry her. Can you imagine that? At Hogwarts, I at least get away from her when I'm in the common room, but having to live with her seems like torture to me. Especially with all her stupid friends always around" After hearing that you turned around leaving Penny behind and ran out of the portrait you had just been so careful to pass through unnoticed. You could hear Penny try to catch up to you and call out your name once you were a bit far from the Gryffindor entrance, but you just kept running, although you felt like you couldn't breathe and your vision was blurry. Had he always felt that way about you? Maybe you had done something wrong and that's why he was saying that. You probably were clingy, but you were just trying to help and show him you were there for him despite the many activities you had gotten yourself involved with since you joined Hogwarts.

As soon as you got into your dorm, you started packing the last few things you were gonna take over spring break, checking the time and realizing you could still make the night train. You were supposed to leave the next day with James and all of his friends after spending the day at Hogsmade, but he obviously would prefer it if you didn't. When you were ready you stood in front of your door slowly feeling the knot in your throat fade along with that uncomfortable pang in your chest, suddenly you felt nothing, It's like James Potter had so much control of my emotions you didn't know what to feel anymore.

When you made it on the train, you sat in an empty cabin away from the few passengers who were also on board and just stared at the seat in front of you. You wanted to be mad to feel something, but everything in you had turned numb, and you felt sleep take over from the crying you had done earlier.

Part 2?

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

Nail Salon

WARNINGS: none, flirty wives Nat and Reader, fluff, concerned nat and reader fr

WORDS: 1,458

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader

SUMMARY: you and your wife Nat have a nail salon day with your toddler

A/N: chapter 1 of Darkest Nights will be posted a bit after this ;)

haven't checked up on you guys in some time <3 how are you, my loves?

Natasha woke up with your hair spread all across her face and her arms stuck around your body. “Detka..” you groan at her attempts of awakening you, “babe. I can't move my arms.” you huff as you sat up and release her arms. You flutter your eyes open, only to be blinded by sunlight. Which you hadn't expected, normally these days it would be cloudy this time. “It's beautiful out, isn't it?” you glare at your wife, “why did you have to be a morning person?” you whined as she pressed soft kisses against your neck. “Beautiful day, beautiful wife. Good morning moya lyubov..” your frown transformed into a smile, “Hi Natty.”

“Mommy! Mama!” you heard one of the kids call, Aliana had just recently started pronouncing words a bit properly, that of which you couldn't get used to quite yet. “Mommy's awake, sweetie! Just one sec, I'll be out there.” you threw off the covers and leaped out of bed. “What was that about morning people?” Natasha said with a cocky smirk. As of course, Aliana was too, a morning person. “This is why I'm Alex's favorite!” you shouted out as you left the bedroom.

“Mommy!” the little girl clung onto your legs, “how did you sleep, honey?” you grabbed her by the arms and pulled her up in your arms. “I sleep good. Alex snores.” you chuckle as you walk into the kitchen, “wanna know something sweetie?” the toddler nods curiously. “Mama snores too.” you said with a hushed tone. The girl giggles as you set her on the kitchen island. “What do you want for breakfast?” she hums as she thinks of a response, “hmm.. cereal! Pwease.” you mentally thanked her for not asking you to make anything too crazy this early. “Hi guys.” you heard a small voice pop up in the kitchen, Alex with his hair a complete mess, and his clothes wrinkled. “Someone slept well tonight, hey buddy.” you got on your knees to his level and hugged the boy. “Hi mommy!” he wrapped his tiny arms around your neck. “Do you want cereal, Alex?” he nodded as he let go of your shoulders, allowing you to stand back up. “Is Uncle Thor coming over today?” he asks as he padded his way to the table.

“No, not today buddy. But, I can ask Uncle Clint to bring your cousin over.” he had a bright smile on his face, “yay! Thank you mommy! You're the best.” you handed him his bowl of cereal. “You're welcome cutie pie.” he frowned slightly, “I'm handsome, not cute!” you pinched his cheek before walking over to the kitchen island. “Mommy loot!” you scrunched up your brows in confusion, wondering what she was pointing at. “What is it sweeti—” you yelped as Natasha came up behind you with her hands resting on your waist. “Nat! Oh my God, stop scaring me it's 9 AM!” she laughed as she placed a searing kiss on your jawline, “I would say I'm sorry but.. you look cute when you're scared.” she whispered into your ear. You couldn't lie, that did slightly make your cheeks go red, but you still managed to lightly smack her on the bicep. “Natasha! The kids are in the room. Shut up.” she pecked your cheek before turning her attention to your daughter.

“Mama can you paint my nails today?” Natasha paused before answering, Ali never asked her to paint her nails before. Usually, she'd ask you. “uh.. alright, if that's what you want sweetie.” the toddlers face lit up as she grinned at the redhead. “Yay!” you looked at the little girl, “what do ya say? Mommy can dress you up all cute and mama will paint your nails?” you ask her. “Yes pwease!” you brushed away some of her stray baby hairs and fed Aliana a spoonful of cereal. “Eat up, then we can have a little salon day.”

After Ali finished breakfast you went to go search for her cutesy floral and multicolored dress. She's been begging you and Natasha to let her wear that for a few days by now, so you chose to let her wear it today. “Nat come here! Please.” the redhead walked into your bedroom, “yeah, babe where are you?” you peeked your head out of the closet. “Over here darling!” you call out to her, “what is it detka?” she asked— her question soon being forgotten as she laughed slightly at your attempts at grabbing the dress. “Stop laughing. Just get the damn dress for me.” she narrows her eyes at you, “someone's feisty today.” she said as she backed you up against the wall. “Nat..” you poke her side. “Give me the dress.” she pressed her lips against yours, pulling you in for a slow kiss, she lifted you up by your waist and moved to the shelves. “Take the dress baby.” she breathed out as she broke the kiss, “thanks..” you picked up the dress and got out of her hold.

“Ali! Whe– when did you get here sweetie?” she squealed as her eyes widened at the dress, “I just walk in room now.” you sighed in relief as you placed the dress on the bed. “Mommy ups!” you saw the little girl with her arms up and smiled as you picked her up into your arms. “Honey, I need to put you on the bed if you want to wear the dress.” she pouted slightly, “okay..” she hopped out of your arms and onto the bed.

You changed her out of her pajamas and into the dress, “yay! Thank you mommy!” she slid off the bed and did a little twirl in front of the full-length mirror. “Can mama paint my nails now?” Natasha walked out of the closet, “I don't know.. can she?” your wife said as she picked up Aliana on top of her shoulders. “Hi mama!” she giggled as she pecked at Natasha's cheek.

“Can we play nail salon toooo?” you nod, “yes, of course, sweetie.” Natasha looks down at you with her brows laced in confusion. “Uh.. krasivaya what's nail salon?” “Some game Ali made up, we pretend to be her little nail technician rather than her parents– it's silly I know, but she's your daughter so I blame you.” you open the nightstand drawer and take out a few bottles of nail polish. Natasha placed the toddler down on the bed and you handed her the nail polish. “What color do you want Ali?” she pointed at the pastel pink. “This one?” the little girl nodded. “uhm..” Natasha turned her gaze to you, “what do I do?” she mouthed.

“Just talk to her but— remember, you're pretending to not be her parent Tasha.” she nodded and opened up the bottle, “so.. what's your name sweetie?” she asked as she put light strokes of nail polish on Aliana's tiny nails. “Aliana.” Natasha smiles, “how old are you Aliana?” “I'm four!” the girl giggles as your wife paints her nails.

“I have a husband and kids!” you and Nat slightly frown at her statement, but she keeps doing her nails nonetheless. “oh really? Is your husband nice?” Natasha asked, “he's mean!” you couldn't tell if you would laugh or scold Aliana. “He doesn't help wif the kids, and–” the toddler continues, “he's wike, "ba- babe go make dinner!" she mocked in a masculine voice. “oh wow.. um–” the redhead looked over at you with a confused look and widened eyes. “I'm gonna spill tea on him.” you burst into laughter, someone had been hanging out with Uncle Peter too much lately.

“ooh thank you mama! My nails look so pwetty!” Aliana jumped onto Natasha's lap and threw her little arms around her shoulders. “You're welcome..?” Natasha said, still processing the words that came out of her toddlers mouth. “I'm gonna go show Alex now. Bye bye!” she crawled out of Natasha's arms and ran out of the room.

“What was that.” she asked you, “I think she should cut down getting babysat by Peter and his little kid friends.” you sighed as you sat down in bed beside her.

“Yeah..” she chuckled. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look today, babe?” you smile and roll your eyes, “I don't know, have you?” she sneakily slid her hand up to your upper thigh. “Let me show you moya lyubov.” you smirked as she leaned in closer, her lips almost touching yours. “As much as I would love this.. Clint's supposed to be here with Nathaniel soon.” she groaned. “how soon? I'll make it quick detka.” you got up from the bed at the sound of the doorbell, “that soon.” you giggled as you left her to go open the front door.

[imurlilsparklejumpropequeen]

hi lol this is like my first request ever and i’m nervous but i was hoping you could write abt the reader being like the son/adopted son/protege of catwoman (or harlivy) and he’s stealing something from a museum by himself but nightwing just so happens to be visiting gotham for family dinner or wtv, so they’re both in the museum but a security guard gets close so they end up in a very small supply closet or wtv yknow? like a forced proximity type, i also won’t mind if it does get spicy towards the end <3 tysm

Notes: I'm half asleep as I write this, this is as creative as I can get with no sleep for three days

Warning(s): Gay, super gay, like very homsexual, smut, lemon, zest fest.

You and Dick Grayson were in a supply closet, nothings wrong with that right? nothings wrong with being hiding in a supply closet with a superhero right? nothings wrong with being in a close proximity with the said hero right? so close that you were able to breath into his neck, so close that his back is against you chest.

Nothings wrong with this is what you keep telling yourself.

Just a while ago you were stealing a precious jewel from a museum owned by some criminal you bothered not remembering the name, you were on your way out after grabbing the jewel when Nightwing came trying to catch you, and now you're both hiding in a supply closet with guards patrolling outside.

"Hey you really like the position we're in huh buddy?" Dick muttered while giggling, You had no idea that your boner was pressed against Dick's ass.

"I-uhh... I can't help it y'know, I mean with a ass like that who wouldn't pitch a tent." You made a flirty retort to which earned a chuckle from the other man.

"Well what can I say? I've got the finest ass in Gotham." Dick leaned his head on your chest and looked up, you both kept eye contact with each other (or mask to mask stare?)

"Not just Gotham, I'd say the whole world." You chuckled as you both kept looking each other, his hot breath on your face while you breath down on him too.

a short silence came as both of you stare at each other's face, You were feeling hot and Dick's breath on your face doesn't help your painfully hard boner.

"Why don't we make our time here worthwhile? from what I can tell the guards are still searching the area." Your voice was breathy, Dick could tell you were at your limit, so he decided to tease you, he pressed his fat ass further onto your crotch earning a grunt from your mouth.

"Well let's make our time worthwhile then  Mr. Thief." Dick stood on his tiptoes to place a peck on your lips.

You unzipped your pants and the hard meat slapped Dick's spandex suit making quite a noise.

"You should keep the noise to minimum Mr. Thief, You wouldn't want our little session to end early do you?" Dick smirked as he felt the hot big rod pressed against his clothed behind.

"Oh baby I'll keep quiet until I fuck you dry, now lick this." You shoved two of your fingers in Dick's mouth, he happily sucked and licked your fingers.

Dick unbuckled his pants so you would not have to tear his suit for access, as soon as Dick's pants were lowered you hurriedly shoved one of your finger in his hole.

"Damn baby your quite eager." You chuckled as you felt Dick's hole clenching.

"Haven't had action for a long time." Dick answered with a small laugh of his own. He groaned every time he felt the finger massage his inner walls.

You inserted the second finger to which Dick quietly whined, You massaged his inner walls scissoring it repeatedly to make the entrance wider, or just wide enough to fit you.

"That's it baby you're doing great, just a little more and you'd have the real thing." You grinned at Dick as you pressed a small peck on his forehead.

You spat on your hand and lubricated it with it (Hey don't judge! no one carries around lubricants in public)

You immediately pushed the tip inside Dick's entrance, Dick shivered in both pain and pleasure.

"Fuck..." Dick cursed, his eyes were a little teary.

"Come on muñequita it is only the tip." You pressed a peck in his forehead trying to ease him up.

You then swiftly pushed your entire length inside Dick, he moaned quite loud so you placed left hand on his mouth to shut him up.

"Weren't you the one who told me to keep the noise to minimum? maybe you should abide by your own rules muñequita." Your lips curled into a smirk as you looked down on the tearing up Dick.

You began moving inside him, thrusting in and out, pulling out until only the tip is left inside and thrusting until the tip rubs against the prostate.

"puta te sientes tan bien..." You huskily whispered in Dick's ear. Your hands made it's way into Dick's nipples and pinched and twisted it.

"Hngh~ j-just earlier I was... ha~ having dinner at the manor... Hngh..." Dick whined as you plowed his ass and played with his chest.

Your thrusting became more frantic and hurried, you could feel yourself getting closer.

"Hngh~ fuck I'm close~" Dick whined he can feel his own cock nearing it's orgasm.

Your thrusts became quicker and more violent, you were thrusting deeper and deeper within Dick's hole.

With a grunt, you released your hot cum within Dick's ass, Dick teared up pleasure as you came deep inside him.

"You're pretty when you cry, muñequita...." You both panted as you came from your highs. You pulled out of Dick's hole leaving it a gaping mess with cum leaking out.

"I don't see anymore guards out, I thinks it's safe to leave now." You peaked out to see no guards on the lookout.

"I hope this Isn't the last time we do this muñequita..." You whispered into Dick's ear as you buckle up your pants.

"And here I thought you were all talk, guess I won't be able to walk properly after being manhandled. I down being manhandled anytime Mr. Thief. " Dick grinned as he pulled up his pants and opened the door to leave.

"Oh... and I'm letting you go this time, as you can see I'm in no condition to arrest you." Dick winked to you as he jumped out the window and grappled leaving you.

[exquisiteserotonin]

Stargazin'

I'm just gonna go out and say it: it's Friday and we're feral

Rating: E is for Explicit - 18+ only 🔞MDNI🔞

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: ~1.9K

Summary: An unexpected suprise is waiting for you when you get home. Will these two crazy kids ever admit that they're crazy for each other?

Warnings: Oral sex (m!receiving) PiV sex, riding, cheesy jokes (it's Dieter, come on!) --- like I've said before, my fic is not for youngsters, please do not engage if you are not 18+

A/N: This all came about after seeing a certain person with a sparkly accessory.

Divider by @cafekitsune

And as always so much love for my magical sluts at the Juice Collective! @basicoccult @imalrightllama @legendary-pink-dot @pink-whiskey-woman @sparklefarts38 @redhotkitchen @youandmeand5bucks @arcanefox207

“You’ve been over at that guy’s house almost every day last week,” Alex said through the Bluetooth speaker in your car. “What was his name again? The one who lives across the street from El Rey.”  

“Pedro,” you responded with a giggle, thinking about how his thick cock filled you, “I mean he’s a good fuck.” 

“Sounds like it’s getting pretty serious.”

“Eh,” you replied, suddenly feeling almost guilty at having anything negative to say about getting fucked on a regular basis. 

“Uh oh, did your red flag radar go off?” 

“There’s just something a little shady there,” you added as you clicked your tongue against your teeth, “and called me old fashioned, but I like my fuck buddies to be transparent.”

“You mean like Di---,” she started as you took a right turn uphill towards your street.

“Don’t start!” you said, your voice darting out like an arrow. “Hey, I’m almost by my house, I’ll call you later.” 

You ended the call as you turned into the driveway of your beachy bungalow. The bright afternoon sun danced against the rhythmic sway of the shade trees in your front yard. An instant feeling of calm met you once you unlocked and walked through the front door of your home. The mix of the golden light, the warm neutrals of your decor, and your beloved plants placed with intention alongside windows and in the corners of each room all came together as your personal sanctuary. 

Muscle memory led you to your bedroom and your feeling of peace left you with a gasp at the sight before you. 

“Howdy.” 

Dieter greeted you with a low, flirty growl as he affected a Texas drawl. He lay in your king size bed, naked, with his legs sprawled out, a sparkly, silver cowboy hat covered his cock, like a glimmering bow atop a present. His hands were resting behind his head as he looked at you with a libidinous smirk shining through his stubble which had grown longer since last you saw him. As much as you fought against it, you found yourself biting your bottom lip.

“What do you have under that hat, cowboy?” 

Dieter pushed himself up by the elbows, accentuating the broadness of his shoulders. The sunlight that floated in through the blinds lit his golden skin with a perfect combination of light and shadow. A heat grew inside you as you marveled at how it defined the obvious muscles that had emerged since you had last seen him. 

Fuck, he’s been working out. 

“Well ma’am,” Dieter continued, his accent was so sweet it was as though he’d dipped his tongue in tupelo honey, “why don’t you mosey on over here and find out?”

It was like he was pulling you into some kind of metaphysical trance as he leaned up one inch more, emphasizing his belly. Though noticeably slimmer, it remained endearingly soft.

With wicked intentionality, he adjusted the shimmering hat and bucked his hips. Every movement he made had your skin tingling from each strand of hair on your head through every inch of your body to your toes. The worst thing about him knowing you so well was that he knew exactly what to do to drive you absolutely insane. And with one more wink and a scrunch of his nose, he beckoned you to him. 

“You’re a fucking menace,” you said, trying to hide your smile. 

“C’mere and I’ll show you just how much of a menace I can be,” he hissed, his tongue taking a small peek from behind his smile.

It was hard for you to imagine who might deny Dieter, knowing that there was an 8-inch cock waiting for you underneath that obnoxiously loud, silver cowboy hat. Whoever that might be, it certainly wasn’t you. 

You had discarded all but your bralette and panties as you began to crawl on the bed towards him. The muscles in his calves were solid and defined, you noticed, as you knelt between his spread legs massaging your hands up their length. The hairs on them tingled with a wave of raised goosebumps at your touch. With one hand you removed the only physical accessory that prevented him from being bare and unfurled for you. 

“You know what they say,” Dieter tempted you with a roll of his tongue, “save a horse, ride a cowboy.” 

A loud, warm laugh echoed from the depths of your belly. Any other man would have been threatened and immediately lost his hard on from your laughter, but not Dieter. You took the hat off his dick placing atop your head as he laughed with you. His chest and belly rumbled, his laugh echoing out wildly and boisterously with yours while his cock still twitched. Reaching for his forearms and pulling him towards you, you interlaced your fingers in his. The smile you wore on your face before you kissed him was so big that your cheeks hurt. 

“Well cowboy, I’m going to ride this cock,” you hushed him as you lowered your lips to his glistening cock, “but first…”

Gripping him first with a gentle hold of your right hand, you pulled back his foreskin and caressed your lips and circled your tongue against the smooth skin of his cock. A gasp escaped him at your initial touch. A smile slowly formed on your lips before you wrapped them around the tip, pressing a broad stroke of your tongue to the center of the head of his cock. His body shuddered with a few strong pulls of him into your mouth.

“Shit, you’re…so good,” he groaned, placing a hand gently to your hair. 

At that motion you moved your lips down the length of his shaft. Your lips savored each ridge and vein as he throbbed against you. You took as much of him as you could into your mouth to the back of your throat. You hollowed your cheeks to take more of him in, at least, as much you could before finding the perfect rhythm of your lips moving up and down to fuck him with your mouth. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he said with the tiniest whimper. 

A low, muffled moan vibrated from the back of your throat to his cock, making him moan out for you again and again. The feeling of him shaking for you and the way he sighed and moaned in desperation as you sucked him off had a special way of making you want him even more. As you delighted in the taste of him, your pussy clenched as your sex slipped from you to coat your panties. As you massaged his balls, you focused your mouth back to the head of his delectable cock, sucking until he gripped the sheets. 

“Stop, stop---don’t want to come yet!” He groaned through sighs and gasps. “Need to fuck you.” 

“No…,” you purred as you slipped off your panties and pulled your bralette off over your head, “I need to fuck you.”

“Well come on then,” Dieter tempted, scrunching his nose with a playful snarl, “ride it like you stole it.” 

You hadn’t even sunk over him, and your pussy was already pulsing with need. The anticipation coursed through you as you crawled over his defined thighs, feeling the muscles in his quads flex as you lowered yourself onto him with an unrestrained moan. With a slow, deep roll of your hips you began to grind yourself on his cock. With each wave of movement, you felt how hard you kept him and how every controlled gesticulation you made stirred the most intense delight in your folds. Your sex glided from your pussy onto his cock as you swayed your hips into him faster and faster. He clutched at the pillow beneath his head, bouncing his hips up for you as you rode him. His herculean hands reached for your waist, massaging your hips as you continued to bounce on him, feeling every inch as he thrust up into you. The head of his cock hit you in the most exquisite way, leaving you shuddering against his hips. Your approaching climax began to light up nearly every nerve in your body like a switchboard. His hands journeyed to your breasts, grasping them, kneading them until his fingers found your nipples to pinch and flick at them like the strings on a fiddle. 

“Ahh, Dieter, fuck!” you cried, your nipples tingling at his touch.

Holding the silver cowboy hat to your head with one hand, you leaned back against his left thigh until you began to gently massage his balls with the other. A long, low moan left his pouty lips, and he gave one strong thrust upwards, making you yelp out in ecstasy. As Dieter propped himself up towards you, you leaned forward to grind your pelvis into the base of his cock. Every nerve ending in your clit simmered with electricity from the motion. Perspiration glistened over your skin as you began rocking into one another. You knew each other’s bodies so well that you moved in unison. With them, you created the perfect rhythm until your hearts raced faster and faster and your breaths became ragged at your approaching climax. 

“Shit---I’m---I’m gonna come this way,” he moaned, his hips thrust deeper into you as you continued to grind onto him. 

“Me too!” Your words came out like a blur as you felt the perfection of your pussy starting to quake around his cock.

His pace was unbridled and rough as he began to lose himself in you, his large hands gripping your ass. The way your pussy vibrated against him sent waves of pleasure that rippled over every inch of your body until you felt them all the way to your head while you cried out his name in exaltation. 

The cowboy hat fell from your head as he gave you one, last powerful thrust. He stilled and then emptied himself into you, letting out a raspy moan that melted into ardent whimpers. For a few moments you let your breath come down to a natural pace while you held each other in ethereal bliss. Your lips pressed against his forehead as he nuzzled against you, his lips and nose kissing and caressing your neck and shoulders.

Both of you sighed as you climbed off him to collapse next to him in bed.

“Jesus, that was amazing!” You exclaimed as you kissed him. 

Your fingers played with the brim of the glittery cowboy hat before looking up at him to see the goofiest, post-coital grin spreading onto his handsome face. 

“I’m taking it, you got this on set as a joke?” you asked in reference to the Western movie he’d been away filming. 

Dieter confirmed it with a nod, unable to get rid of the smile beneath his mustache. Rolling over to his side, he propped himself up on one elbow. His eyes traversed the curves of your body followed closely by his fingers. The caress so soon after your orgasm sent shivers straight to your still throbbing pussy. 

“Just think, now you can tell everyone you’ve rode a stallion and a cowboy.” 

His cheeks were rosy and tight with stifled laughter. You rolled your eyes as you turned to face him, shaking your head with a low chuckle. Everything in that perfect moment - the silly cowboy hat, the bad jokes, and goofy smiles were so classically Dieter. 

“You’re a dork,” you teased, pressing a small peck to his aquiline nose. “Welcome home.” 

[stqrnlvs]

"traitor." c.s.

warnings: bad language, slightly suggestive, my second attempt at fluff, chris is slightly flirty

summary: you and bsf!chris spend some bonding time together, but it takes a turn

i sighed as i rolled over on chris' bed after staying the night at his and his brothers house. i was on my phone watching social media, alone in the serene downstairs bedroom. i hear the garage door opened, and smiled at chris when he entered the room. i exchanged greetings with matt and nick as they passed the door before chris closed it.

"hey," he breathed, sitting next to me as i sat up. "hi," i replied. "i'm lowkey bored right now. what do ya wanna do?" he asked while turning to look at me. "we should play roblox again," i giggled, laying back down. my hair separated around my head as he laughed looking down at me. "okay," he agreed.

we lay next to eachother while he plays with my hair as his game loads. "dti?" i ask, looking away from my phone and turning to him. "oh you're so getting beat," he scoffed. i playfully rolled my eyes as i joined dress to impress.

"beach?" he read out. "these hoes are cooked," he giggled. i laughed at his confidence. "what? i'm getting first place unless these bitches don't know what real style is," he retaliated. "okay buddy," i sighed. "i'll show you, and then you won't be doubting me."

i put on a short skirt, a bikini top, sunglasses, flipflops, and the little coconut. i was about to add jewelry but the round had just ended. "fuck you," i spat at the game for ending already. "if you want to," chris breathed. "shut the fuck up," i giggled as he laughed with me.

chris reenacted his poses in the game, which made my stomach hurt from laughing. "you- you look like you're on drugs," i stuttered. "am i eating? is this giving diva?" i laughed even harder. "you slayed the house boots down, houston i'm deceased!" i replied.

the round ended, and i had gotten first place, while chris got third with his striped t-shirt with jorts and sunglasses. "these hoes clearly don't know what fashion is. this is fucking rigged," he said as he slammed a pillow. "christopher," i laughed at his reaction, blocking all the pillow blows. after winning many more rounds and chris claiming each round was rigged - ("i don't understand why they're all meatriding you, without me too-"), we both decided to play some murder mystery 2.

the first few rounds went fine, both of us getting innocent each time. when chris got sheriff, we both laughed at his pathetic efforts to try and shoot who we thought the murder. he flinched when he unexpectedly got killed by the murder lurking in the sewers of the factory map.

then- i finally got murderer. "i've been innocent forever- when can i be sheriff too?" i asked no one. "hah, i got murderer," chris flaunted, not knowing it was actually me. i hid my devious smirk as the round started.

the round started off normal, everyone was keeping distance from everyone else and collecting coins. "okay i was lying. are you murderer?" chris asked as he looked at my phone. since his sight isn't the best, he didn't notice the knife in my inventory. "umm... no. i'm still innocent," i sighed.

"bro, if we don't get a role next round, i'm leaving," chris suggested, and i agreed. it was the workplace map, so we passed eachother in the hallways all the time. i eventually grew balls and started killing some people, acting surprised each time the knife sound played.

"w-who is it?" chris asked, looking at my phone every now and then. i only killed when i knew he wasn't looking. after i killed the sheriff, i decided to make my way to chris. "i literally don't see anyone-" his sentence was cut off with a knife sound.

"traitor."

"i know," i laughed.

~

SHOULD I MAKE A PART 2 WHERE HE GETS FED UP OF US LYING??? AND YES THIS IS INSPIRED BY THEIR DTI VIDEO AND THAT ONE STREAM WHERE THEY PLAYED MM2

[gayofthefae]

Putting a Buddie scene in the middle of all of that to be like "remember, there's someone who there's no drama at all with and he isn't weird about" was so silly of them like just for shits and giggles ig? Flirty popcorn throw? Why not!

When Buck was prepping the chili because I've adjusted to the season I was expecting Tommy to walk in for a dinner date but it's Eddie and Chris!

[abbyholmes]

I needed a couple of hours to sort through my thoughts about 7x04 - because I was busy screaming, crying, kicking my feet giggling - but now I just gotta say, before I dive into any details: I AM SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY.

As a bisexual myself who realized she‘s always been bi at the ripe age of 30 and after already being very married to the very male love of her life (which wasn’t at all changed by the realization), seeing bi characters having their ‚oh‘ moment later in life than in their teens is SO VALIDATING.

I love how yes, there have always been hints and it makes sense for the character but they actually gave Buck the space to find out this new thing about himself. They showed an adult man figuring this important part of his identity out when he was ready for it. Without it being induced by trauma or relationship troubles. That is so so so meaningful and so so so beautiful at the same time. I legit CRIED LIKE A BABY watching Buck‘s face go ‚oh I see‘ after the kiss. He just landed in his body as the penny of truth dropped and he seemed so content it made me squeek. I love seeing our golden retriever carving his place out in the world and discovering how to fully embrace all of himself.

And I love he gets to do it with Tommy.

Yes, I am a buddie shipper and that hasn‘t changed. However, whichever way the show moves now, bi Buck means the world to me. And the way they are telling the story with Tommy in a gentle, realistic way, I hope we get more of that. Hell I even really like their vibe together. Tommy seems like he‘ll be okay holding the hand of a baby queer and help him dip his toe into the water. Wherever that leads, it was a genius decision to introduce him to Buck‘s story.

Now for the details:

This episode wasn‘t only beautiful, it was also hilarious. THE TOP GUN REFERENCE HAD ME HOLLERING. At that point I knew some queerness was gonna happen because you don’t make the queerest reference in movie history without reason. Also absolutely loved the sewer conversation (hooray for Ravi by the way, I missed that little dude) and the emotions Buck goes through during the conversation.

Buck‘s jealousy is as stupid as it is adorable and I have to say I did find Eddie the slightest bit unfair. He knows Buck has abandonment issues and still doesn‘t register that he might need some reassurance. Yes okay, I get he wanted a little payback for the Nathalia ‚she sees me�� bs, but come on, Eds, cut the poor man some slack.

The acting in the episode? Chef‘s kiss. Oliver was amazing, but I don‘t see Lou getting enough credit. He already planted his visible interest in Buck in 7x03 nicely in that one tiny interaction at the end and he really delivered on the flirty banter in this episode. Oliver, meanwhile, has done such a great job at showing the gradual change in Buck and the nervousness and the curiosity and hopefulness it tugged on all of my heartstrings. Deserving of an Emmy-nom. Great Job, loved every second.

Maddy and Chim very also amazing in the ep, especially Chim clocking immediately why Buck really brought him to basketball. It‘s gonna be interesting to see their reaction to Buck‘s truth - if he‘s ready to share it yet.

The only thing that bugged me was that Athena‘s storyline felt very rushed. I liked the theme and I think it hinted at important conversations, but it resolved the conflict too fast and too easy - making said issues seem smaller than they are. I struggle to believe that they would let a POC kid off the hook that easily. I wish this was realistic, but I doubt it is.

Bachelor call was great, loved gossipy Josh (by god, I want more Josh, I love that goofball) and Chim going full fanboy.

Can‘t wait for next week and hope we get more Hen and Bobby there! I missed them this ep.

I am so excited to see where Buck‘s story arch will go next. I‘ll explode with happiness if it slowly drifts towards buddie, but I won’t be mad if it doesn‘t happen or if it does happen and the show takes its time to get there. A slow buildup for this would be chef‘s kiss and I have a lot of trust in ABC and the writers that this is how they will do it, if Buddie happens.

All in all: Favorite episode of all the series for me, worthy 100th episode, will watch a billion times, made me all warm and fuzzy and giggly.

[sydsaint]

I swear he is SO FINE. 😤😤

Summary: The reader and LA Knight chat about Bray Wyatt on an episode of Smackdown.

"You know, I am getting tired of having this conversation with you, Adam." You confront Pearce once again. "And I can imagine that you're tired of hearing me give the speech." You add. "But for the love of god, Adam. What could Sonya possibly have on you that you keep on making matches for her that she doesn't need?"

Pearce scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. "It's nothing like that." He assures you.

"Right, I'm sure." You nod skeptically. "Look, Hunter and I have agreed that when it comes to Sonya Deville. You are no longer authorized to schedule matches or anything else for her. If she needs something, she can come to ask me or Hunter for it." You inform him.

"Got it." Pearce nods. "Is that it? Because I've got stuff that I need to get down to the production truck."

You nod and send Pearce on his way. He walks off and you pull out your phone to check your schedule for the night.

You aren't alone for long and are graced by the presence of the one and only LA Knight.

"Y/N. There's my favorite general manager." Knight greets you in his usual flirty manner. "How are you doing tonight, dollface?" He asks you.

"Knight." You put your phone down and notice his unusual outfit. "Changing up your wardrobe, I see." You comment on it. "Interesting choice."

Knight chuckles with a playful smile. "Ah come on, Y/N." He teases you. "We both know that I look good in anything, darlin'."

"One could make that assumption, yes." You shrug. "But honestly, disheveled backwoods hillbilly isn't the best look." You admit. "I mean, you're dressed like that psycho Bray Wyatt used to."

It takes a second for you to decipher the sly look on Knight's face. But once you've grasped what he's up to, you shake your head.

"Figure it out, gorgeous?" Knight asks you with a chuckle.

"I did, yes." You nod. "And I look forward to seeing how all of that turns out." You giggle. "It should turn out to be quite the show. If you survive."

Knight chuckles again and bows his head. "Ouch. You don't hold back, do you?" He teases you. "Yeah, it's dangerous. But I like living on the edge. Plus, I have a sneaking suspicion that a certain Smackdown GM won't let anything happen to her favorite megastar." He grins at you.

"Oh really now?" You raise a brow at Knight. "Don't get too full of yourself now, Knight." You warn him. "Confidence is sexy. But don't go getting it mistaken for arrogance."

The moment is apparent with a certain sexual tension in the air. Neither you nor Knight is willing to be the one that breaks eye contact first. However, the tension in the room is broken when the US champ comes around the corner looking for whoever is in charge.

"Excuse me, sweetheart." Austin walks up to you with a smug grin.

You turn away from Knight with a raised brow and look at Austin. "Yes? Can I help you with something?" You ask him.

"You sure can, sweetie." Austin grins. "I'm looking for Adam Pearce? I don't suppose that a babe like you knows anything about where he is?" He asks you.

You glance over at Knight for a split second before turning back to Austin. "He's busy at the moment." You inform Theory. "Down at the production truck, I believe. Why? What can we help you with?"

"We?" Austin replies. "What? Are you his assistant or something?" He asks you. "Good for Pearce. Keeping a babe like you at his side is a nice little perk." He chuckles.

"Right..." You press your lips together to hide a laugh and glance at Knight again.

You go to break the news to Theory that it's more like Pearce is your assistant and not the latter. But before you can, Knight steps in on your behalf.

"Wow! You're a cocky little fucker, ain't you buddy." He chuckles. "I'm afraid that you're batting a little above your pay grade with this one, my man," Knight informs Theory.

"Pfft." Austin scoffs. "What's that supposed to mean old man?" He asks Knight. "Ain't you a little old to be hitting on her?"

Knight keeps his cool with a grin on his face. "And ain't you a little fresh off the boat to be hitting on the boss?" He fires right back. "This 'babe' right here? She could have your job and the rest of your woefully uninteresting career in the blink of an eye."

"Okay!" You put a hand on Knight's shoulder. "I think he gets it. And I believe that you're about to be late for your scheduled 10 minutes to mess with Bray Wyatt." You remind him.

Knight backs down at your request but gives Austin one last mean look. "I'll see you after the show, gorgeous." He turns to you briefly. "Don't let this overhyped fuckboy mess with ya too much while I'm gone."

"Mhm." You hum. "Goodbye, Knight. And good luck with Bray." You wave to Knight as he walks off before you turn to Austin. "Now. Where were we?" You ask him.

"Are you really Pearce's boss?" Austin asks you.

You nod and pat Austin's shoulder. "Directly to Hunter himself." You confirm. "What can I do for you, Austin?"

You help out Theory with what he needs and decide to see how LA Knight has been fairing against Bray so far. When you check on the tv monitors you find Knight teasing Bray from inside the ring. At the top of the ramp, Bray doesn't look happy.

With a worried feeling in the back of your mind, you walk over to the backstage crew and catch the attention of one of them. "Be ready to go out there and keep them from fighting." You warn them. "Keep an eye on Bray."

The crew nods and does as told. And sure enough, your gut feeling proves to be right. Tired of being teased and mocked by Knight, Bray heads down to attack him.

Your warning to the backstage crew is enough to get them out to the ramp before Bray can advance on Knight. They drag Bray backstage and accompany Knight through the curtain after he's gone.

"I knew you liked me too much to let me get attacked by that weirdo." Knight grins at you when he comes through the curtain.

"Yeah yeah." You roll your eyes. "This is your only bailout, Knight." You warn him. "On Saturday you're on your own, big man."

Knight chuckles with a confident grin. "I think that I'll be okay." He insists. "Plus if I end up getting hurt something tells me that I'll be getting some special treatment." He teases you.

"Mhm." You roll your eyes again. "Go back to the locker room and get cleaned up. You're covered in sweat."

"Wanna come with me?" Knight asks you. "There's plenty of room for two in there." He grins down at you.

"Yeah, keep dreaming." You giggle.

"Every night, sweetheart," Knight replies before he walks off.

[lyricfulloflight]

9-1-1 Rewatch

Season 2, Episode 10: Merry Ex-mas

Oh the competitive Christmas lights man. Obviously I feel bad that he hurt himself, but when that inflatable snowman knocks him off the roof, I still giggle.

Athena is so good at being all flirty with Bobby. He was so knocked over by the invitation to move in... poor man.

Why is Buck so messy at Chim's house. but later is own apartment is so neat and clean? Also, I am not surprised Buck is one of those annoying morning people who wakes up and is all happy and energetic right form the get go.

Oh Eddie. The whole situation, just... oh Eddie. I do love an Eddie freak out though, they happen so seldom, you have to savour them.

Trapped in a shipment box. They come up with the weirdest emergencies on this show. Maddie's so smart - I swear Chim falls in love with her more when he realizes she's the one that helped them find the guy in the box.

I'm never sure how I feel about Shannon - the fact that she left and apparently had no contact with Eddie and their son, I just...ugg. So in that way I understand Eddie's hesitance.

I like how Athena and Michael have found a way to still be friends and have a good relationship since their divorce.

Why are there glass walls on the change room/locker room? Just why? (also why have I never noticed before?)

Everyone knows they can talk to Hen about their problems. She is so good at being calm and seeing both sides.

Of course Buck is all worried about Eddie and his Shannon situation.

Did anyone guess about Jason? Did you have a bad vibe? I'm not sure I did the first time around, at least not this first meeting. But then the second one...

Poor Chim stuck in the middle of the sibling fight.

A mistletoe drone? How did they not anticipate that would be horrible?

Look Eddie, look how much easier your life is when you just hang out with Buck and Christopher. Ah, I see, sex complicates everything so Eddie can't have sex with Buck, he's too important. Got it.

All us Buddie shippers are that elf lady.

I enjoy Eddie bro-ing it up with the Marine. Yay to the nice lady that made sure the tell the 118 about the show. Also, I am Buck, I too would be all teary (go Buck for not being afraid to tell everybody he's going to cry, take that toxic masculinity! Buck is not having any of that!).

Eddie tears up too. And I think that's the moment he decides to let Shannon and Chris see each other. And then he goes out, gets a the 16 foot tree, decorates it outside and gives Chris his Christmas wish. No wonder he tears up again.

Bobby with the surprise Christmas proposal! That man knows how to go all in and I love it.

Maddie's 'not perfect' tree is more coordinated than any tree I have ever had in my home.

That ending, when we finally know Jason is not Jason. Chills ran up my spine.

[eternalyoflife]

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**Prompt**:

"Maybe I'm allergic to them."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because when they get close to me I can't breathe and I get really

sweaty and hot."

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Holio remembered how Hypiy just stared at him. The both were great friends even through their differences.

Hypiy compared to him was always outrighteous flirty. Holio was like that too but he could get way to shy around some people to do it.

All he could do was blushing and stuttering around someone that interested him.

So one day he thought he became allergic to somebody.

Usually his weird shyness would leave after awhile but this time...

It didn't happen.

He couldn't stand around her whitout feeling warm and his hands becoming sweaty.

His breath became cut off sometimes if she spoke to him, even if it was to ask for how he's feeling.

Holio didn't believe it could be anything else but some kind of allergy.

How could it be anything else ?

He kept on thinking more about it and the conversation he had with Hypiy.

"Maybe I'm allergic to them."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because when they get close to me I can't breathe and I get really sweaty and hot."

Hypiy looked at him with a smirk forming on his face. The beetle then started to giggle uncontrollably.

"What ? What's wrong ?" Holio said to him that day, a blush of frustration and embarrassment on his cheeks.

Hypiy just kept on chuckling more at how the chicken had reacted to his laughing.

He continued for awhile before wipping a dark pink tear out of his eye and looked at his frustrated friend.

"Hey buddy, you sure that it's an allergy and not something else maybe ?" He said as the other just stared at the ground trying to hide himself with his arms

"Of course I'm sure ! What else could it be ? Since this girl arrived in the cult I can't stand being around her since I get this weird hot air and have a hard time to breath ! None of the others did this to me, I was shy with some others but I could still feel alright !"

The beetle look at his friend rambling about this girl for a bit before sighing and shaking his head, a smile showing up.

"Say this girl, her name is Chichi isn't it ? The yellow chick always around the star right ?" Hypiy answered after an eyebrow raised in a question manner.

Holio stared at him surprised he'd know her since he's mostly working in one of the lumberyard.

"Yes, it's her.... I must be allergic to her for an unknown reason..." He sighed as he looked at the horizon from the top of the missionary they had climbed on.

A silent was installed for a bit before Hypiy layed down on the roof and hold it's hand to the sky.

"You sometimes worry me with your oblivious reactions to feelings." Hypiy said with a sigh as a shooting star happened

"You saw the shooting star ? Think of it as you" he said to Holio

"It represents you running away from your true self and feelings." Holio stare at his friend with a blank and shocked look

"... What ?" Hypiy couldn't think what Holio thought he said right ?

But it was the case. Hypiy just stared at him with a small smile and eyes almost close giving a kind look to his harsh form.

"You love her Holio. Admit it. It's the reason why you feel sick, it's the effect of caring for someone you love." He said simply to his friend

Holio fell back on the roof eyes wide opened from the news falling on him suddenly.

He now looked blankly at the starry sky as he thought and remembered all the things that arrived since she came.

Holio blinked from his blank stare state as he watched Chichi talked to some other.

He sighed as he put his hands on his face to hide himself.

He wasn't allergic to her.

He was just sickly in love for her.

[the-fiction-witch]

Soon I Promise

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Flirty

Concept Sugar baby’s toy boy

I sat at my vanity fixing my face to look as beautiful as possible watching the clock as closely as possible. When I was done with my face I got up and grabbed my tiny little satin dress leaving little to the imagination, and as soon as I slipped on my dagger heels to match I saw the Bentley pull into the driveway. So I scampered out of my suite and down the hall standing at the top of the stairs giving my dress an adjustment as the door clicked open so I stood looking as good as possible. And in stepped my husband in his black suit he smirked at he saw me

"Hello gorgeous"

"Hello darling," 

"You've been good?"

"Always" I smiled coming down the stairs he gave me a slight glare so I moved to press a kiss to his cheek 

"I did get the bill in for the gold card?"

"I was just treating myself to some new dresses" 

"Ask next time, alright pet?"

"I will"

"Good. Right I'm off out to the club I'm taking the BMW, don't wait up" 

"I won't you have fun" I smiled he happily took the keys and headed back out the moment I heard his car go I let out a breath relaxing thrilled my two minutes a day of having to look presentable was over grabbing my phone from the table as I wandered into the living room sitting in the chair by the fire looking out across the windows and pool typing the numbers in and letting it ring but it quickly picked up

"Awww hi y/n" hi sweet voice cooed 

"Hi Thomas" I smiled

"What is the nature of your call? Not that I don't like to hear from you"

"Lonely" I pouted

"Why don't you go snuggle with your husband"

"He's gross. And boring. Especially compared to you"

"How sweet"

"And he's not here"

"Isn't he?"

"Nope. Club with the boys he'll be gone all night"

"I can take a hint. I'll be over in ten minutes" 

"Pick up dinner on the way, pretty please?"

"Alright, usual?'

"Yeah"

"Alright see you in a bit" he smiled before hanging up the phone 

So I smiled and set the the tv up waiting rather impatiently until I heard the sound of the three motorbike revs at the gate so I unlocked it and opened it letting him pull inside and park up as I got up and went to the door as he pushed it open his helmet in his hand leather jacket over his blue button down and jeans his bag over his shoulder and he stopped short seeing me 

"Whoa-"

"Hi"

"Hi… holy fuck."

"What?" I giggled

"Look at you! You look fucking beautiful" 

"Awww you mean it"

"Of course I do." He Cooes setting his helmet down and wrapping his arms around my waist to give me a soft cuddle "how the fuck does he walk out of this house everyday with you looking like that" 

"Why wouldn't he?"

"Because you look incredible, I couldn't walk out of this place if I had to leave you looking like this." He says

"You're too sweet to me"

"Well someone has to be" he smiled pulling me into a kiss I happily kissed him back even if he tightened his grip clearly over excited till he pulled back

"Come on, I'm hungry" I told him tugging him down to the kitchen as usual where we set up for the two of us two cook the dinner he brought for us to make together often kissing and cuddling as we cooked 

"Where is Dan anyway?"

"Club"

"Ohh, so off with his rich buddies having eighteen year olds grind on him" 

"Pretty much"

"Not to be rude-"

"But?"

"But. Why did you marry him?"

"I didn't mean to"

"... Hu?"

"I just wanted a sugar daddy and that was going pretty well until he asked me to marry him, It was over text I didn't think he was serious so I said sure next thing I knew I had a plane ticket to my own wedding in Hawaii and a diamond the size of a babybelle on my finger" 

"You didn't have to go through with it"

"I know, I could have said no I could have gotten out of it but it's nice not having to work, or think about money. Just wish it wasn't quite so boring."

"The money really worth you being this unhappy?"

"Thomas. This dress was five thousand pounds"

".... Fuck"

"I have access to every card, every account, and every car I want. It's nice to no have to worry over things"

"Point taken. I mean I guess he's still your sugar daddy"

"He is. I just talk to him less" 

"I mean… he's also kinda my sugar daddy I guess?"

"Kinda he did buy you your last for suits, and our trip to Iceland last Christmas" 

"How are you explaining that away anyway?"

"He checks how much and what shop, not what it was."

"And he pays for our dinner every other day"

"He does?"

"Yeah I pay for our food on the black card you have me that's his isn't it?" 

"Yeah that's Dan's," I smiled nuzzling with his chest 

"You know… if you got a no fault divorce you'd probably sneak away with a comfortable amount of money"

"Yeah? Then what?"

"Then, you and I could get married?" 

"Very funny Tommy"

"I mean it"

"When he dies. I have a life insurance" 

"You… you are an evil little thing aren't you?"

"I am"

"Why not divorce him take all his money and then kill him for his life insurance"

"Because that's way more suspicious" 

"Good point" he nods "I assume you have a plan then?"

"Yep, he's going to Aspen with his friends in November, one will be bringing his assistant. We have an agreement that she wants her boss dead. I want Dan dead. She's going to flood them with alcohol, dress them in ski gear and shove them under a frozen lake to down. Then scampered out of the country on a pre planned trip to New Zealand where she will be changing her name and cashing the check I send her once this is all over"

".... Alright then. Then we can get married?'

"After a suitable five months of grieving and the checks have all cleared then yes"

"Fine. If I have to wait that long can't we atleast plan a nice little trip? Just the two of us?" 

"Soon I promise" 

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

Chicks & Candy

SERIES MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: pregnant!reader, a slight misunderstanding, fluffy fluff, flirty wives ofc, not smut but a little soft/steamy make-out sesh

WORDS: 1,104

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader

A/N: felt #emo while writing this oopsies !!😹😹😹

Sure, you had your reasons to be mad at her. You were pregnant and it was probably the hormones, but she still majorly fucked up with her innocent wording. On top of it, the summer heat always put you on a tightrope just waiting for you to fall, her accidental words just pushed you off of it.

She had come back home from a meeting at the Avengers tower and saw you waddling her way with Alex strolling behind you. “Hi darling!” you draped your arms on her shoulders, “hey you cute little chicken.” she smiled. Oh, how naive. She didn't mean for you to take it the wrong way. You furrowed your brows in confusion, “chicken?” oh God. She heard the change in your tone as you questioned her. “No– it's just that y'know you're like.. a mother chicken and– Alex, he just followed you like a little baby chicken. I–” you glare at her and move your arms off her shoulders, crossing them over your chest. “So, you're saying I look like a bird? A stubby bird with feathers that can't fly properly.” she was done for.

So here she is, contemplating her life decisions as she sat in the car parked in front of the house. “Mama why no home?” the toddler asked Natasha. “It's because.. mommy is upset at mama, buddy.” she huffed as she looked down at the candy in the shopping bag. Blue, green, red, and purple colors of fruit flavored hard candy. You mentioned craving jolly ranchers right before she left for the meeting, and here she is, hoping you forgive her little mistake over candy.

After a few minutes, she decided that you might have calmed down and she left the car with Alex. “Mommy I' home!” that dumb little– Nat, that's your son. Shut up. He padded through the hallway and snuck into your bedroom, “hi sweetie! Mommy missed you, c'mere.” he gave you a gummy grin and crawled into your arms. “Ugh, I hope this one is gonna be as chubby and cute as you.” you mumbled against his cheek as you squeezed him tightly. “I‐ can't breathe–” you let go of him and pinched his chubby little cheek. “Mommy! I' not a baby anymore. I' a big boy!” his complaints and huffs turn into giggles as you tickled him. “Babe?” you peered up at your wife at the doorway. Completely ignoring her presence out of pettiness, you continued tickling the toddler.

“Baby?” you chewed on your inner cheek as you attempted to ignore her once more. “Detka?” you couldn't hold in the laugh that escaped your mouth at her desperation for forgiveness. “What is it, Natty?” you finally met her eyes, “I'm.. sorry. For calling you a chicken.” she handed you a green apple flavored jolly rancher. “It's.. it's okay, darling.” you stifled a laugh as you popped the sweet candy into your mouth. “Alex, honey, there's some candy in the kitchen. Go get some buddy.” he gasped and jumped out of the bed, running towards the kitchen.

“Natasha.. you dirty little– close the door,” she smirked and shut the door close. “I'm sorry for being overly emotional.. I wasn't feeling this way when I was pregnant with Alex.” you spoke up as she sat in bed next to you. “It's okay, moya lyubov, don't apologize.” she grasped your hand and gave it a light squeeze. “I hope you know that Alex is.. distracted by a toy car set I left for him in the living room.” she whispered as her gaze flickered down to your lips. “mhm..?” you move over to her lap, “yeah.” she smiled as she nipped at your lips. You felt her tongue glide over your bottom lip, “you're so beautiful, detka..” she rasped as she pulled you in for a slow kiss, tasting the sweetness of the candy in your mouth.

“You think?” you mumbled against her mouth, “well why else would I have gotten you knocked up?” you roll your eyes and lightly punch her on the bicep. It did nothing considering her strength. “oh my God, do you always need to ruin cute moments, Tasha?” she whines as she pushes your body closer to hers, “is the moment back?” she said as her hand rested on your thigh, slowly creeping upwards. “Maybe..” the corners of your lips quirk up into a soft smile. “'Maybe'?” she snaked her arm behind your waist, pushing your breasts against her chest. A silent moan slipped past your lips, “Natasha..” she had a cocky grin on her face as she groped your breast through your clothes. “mm..” she cocked her head to the side and spoke up, “what about cute moments being ruined?” God, why is my wife so insufferable?

“Nat.” you gasped softly as she snuck her hand under your shirt. Well— her shirt that you for that, but she can't get upset at you for that, you being pregnant with her 2nd child is a good enough excuse. You let out a sigh of relief as her cold palm gently rubbed your stomach, soothing your overheated skin. “Does that feel okay? Am I hurting you?” she asks as she continues her gentle movements, “y-yeah.. it feels good, don't worry. Keep going.” you gripped onto her muscular shoulder as her other hand went up your bra. “Natasha.. darling, be gentle.” she peeked up at your face, understanding that she was touching your sensitive areas. “I will, babe, shhh..” she lightly kissed your neck, slowly sucking at your pulse point. You whimpered quietly as your grip on her shoulder tightened.

“Have I ever told you that you look sexy pregnant?” you groaned at her words, “yes, yes you have. My annoying, mood ruining, wife of mine.” she feigned a dramatic gasp, “I don't ruin the mood.” you scoffed. “Two years ago, when I was pregnant with Alex. It was hailing outside and—” you get cut off with a pair of lips over yours, “yeah, yeah, shut up.” she squeezed your waist and locked her lips with yours. Natasha, you bitch. I love you.

“Can someone play cars wif meeeeee?” you heard Alex from the other side of the door. “Nat. Go play cars with my cute little chicken.” you muttered against her lips. “Chicken? So you were pretending to be mad at me.” you giggle as you move off of her lap, “maybe I was, who knows? Now go give our son attention.” she chastely kissed you before leaving the bedroom. “I love you so much.” you smile, “I love you too.”

You wanted him back. Your cute, chubby little chicken.

[romanshomeonwattpad]

Girl in New York | 2

pairings - art donaldson/reader | challengers au! |

“_ _" = Y/N

next chapter| masterslist | last chapter

sypnosis - things with Art begin to pick up.

warnings - future smut, angst, cheating, smut next chapter omg

word count - 2k

© elliotsblunt 2024. do not repost, modify or translate.

Art and Patrick had seemed to get along too well.

With your arms crossed, clearly irritated, Art and your cousin were reminiscing old times. As soon as the two reconnected, they hadn’t stop talking since. Chuckling and playing with each others balls. All the same. Standing in the sun made you thirsty, so instead of being ignored, you picked up the dignity on the ground you had left and went to buy a water bottle from the stand.

Rolling your eyes behind your sunglasses, you mentally cursed out your cousin. He was a social butterfly—so he knew practically everybody somehow. And when he ended up in a convo, it would at least half an hour for reality to him himself. But at the same time, he was a fantastic smoking buddy.

“What can I get you?” A boy with pretty brown eyes sends you a charming smile. Your fingers drum against the counter, biting on your bottom lip. A smirk is held back as you notice his eyes flicker to your breasts, grateful you decided to wear a low cut black crop top.

“Hi….” you pull down your sunglasses, spotting his name tag. His name was printed in bold red letters, which matched his red polo uniform top.

“…Chris. Just a water is fine,” you say in a slight flirty tone, pulling your phone out from your purse. It was too hot to put inside your bra, and it would’ve been all sweaty and gross. “Do you accept Apple Pay?”

He shakes his head, “It’s on the house. Here,” he hands you the water, winking. You send him a grateful smile.

“Thanks, handsome. A face like yours deserves a tip.”

“Your number sounds good too,” he flirts back, causing you to giggle. You noticed a tattoo hidden behind his ear, an arrow with vines growing around it. And to match the vibe, a stud on the left side of his nose.

You hum, “Hm. Always had a thing for bad boys. Gimme your phone.”

It was almost hilarious how quickly he pulled out his cell from his back jeans pocket. You had to place a hand over your mouth to refrain from laughing, quickly putting your number into his phone. As you were typing the final digits, you look away from the phone to see your cousin.

“Jesus Christ….stop thotting it up and let’s play ball,” Patrick groans as he approaches you two, Art following behind him. Apparently they were finished conversating, but that wasn’t what stood out to you. What did was the fact that Art was staring down the kid Chase…Chad—whatever his name was.

His usually crystal clear eyes were brewing up a storm, a gray hue taking over his orbs. His lips were in a firm line, and when you handed his phone back to him and blew him a kiss, Art’s upper lip twitched. It was subtle—but you noticed. You noticed everything.

Screwing open your water bottle, you took a sip as Patrick nudged Art on the shoulder. “_ _ told me you’re still with Tiff,” he states as the three of you walk back into the court. “How are things going with her? Still a raging bitch?”

Art chuckles, shaking his head as he took a particularly large gulp from his hydro flask. You watched with attentive eyes as he screwed his cap back on, “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just call my girlfriend a bitch. And we’re doing fine—thanks.”

“Sorry, man.” Patrick sheepishly smiles, “Why don’t you come to this outing with us on Sunday night. It’s downtown at some club. Bring your girlfriend and we’ll meet you guys there.”

Way to go, Pat. Sounds like he wasn’t a cockblock after all. But it did scare you a bit when you noticed the pondering look on Art’s face. His features were tight, his pearly white teeth catching his lower lip. It almost looked cute—how conflicted he was almost made you anxious.

Patrick sensed his second thoughts. “How about this. 1 V 1. If I win, your ass better show up.”

Like you said, it was hard for anyone to say no to Patrick.

Art glanced at you, and when you only sent him a smirk, he released a deep sigh before giving in.

“Deal.”

Pat had to leave in the middle of practice. Something came up with work—he was a dj for this club back in East Boston. He always loved music, and was jotting down lyrics, so it made sense he was working in that field.

Wiping your forehead with your personal towel, you watched as Art lifted his shirt over his head and dried his abs. Your mouth almost fell open, his slick muscles contracting as fresh air hit them. His upper body was tan, but as it grew closer to his lower region, the skin turned into an untouched milky section of flesh. Yellow fibers of hair trailed down beneath his shorts, making you poke out your tongue and lick your lips hungrily.

His blonde strands fell over his eyes. “You’re getting better.”

“I have a good teacher,” you tease, but he didn’t smile, snorting instead. “How many students do you have.”

“Just you and another girl.”

Another girl? Interesting. “Is she pretty?”

“I have a girlfriend, _ _.”

“And she’s where? C’mon, you can tell me,” you cooed, putting back on your shades. Popping another lollipop into your mouth, this time blueberry flavor, his eyes flickered to your lips.

“Do you think she’s pretty?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but as your tongue swirled around the top of the candy ball—he cleared his throat instead. You batted your lashes as you hummed at his silence.

“Hm?”

“She’s cute, I guess.” He muttered, not even hiding the fact he was looking at your lips as if he had was starved.

You tilted your head, eyes flying down to his crotch. Behind his dark blue shorts was a bulge forming. It dented against the fabric. “That guy I talked to—he was super cute. Might bring him to the party,” you thought aloud, making him stiffen his shoulders. “What do you think of him?”

He looked away from you, jaw clenched.

“Not my business.”

“All I’m asking for is an opinion.”

“It’s not like we’re friends,” he snapped coldly, sending you narrowed eyes. Ice had taken over those once clear orbs, and it felt like he had grown distant within a second. You swallowed thickly as he snatched snatched bag off the chair.

“I have to go. Later.”

What’s his deal?

“I just don’t understand you, _ _. We paid for these classes and now you’re failing them because of these stupid tennis lessons.” Your mother then released an exasperated sigh, rubbing her forehead as your father throws down your latest report card. He continued, “Two B’s and one C. You used to be a straight A student!”

You furrowed your brows, hating those words. Your gut dropped. “Dad, please. I’ll get my gra—“

“You’re going to be a surgeon, not a tennis player.” Your mother pointed a stern finger at you. This is the angriest you had ever seen her. Usually she would be the one to call down your father, but this time, they were both hounding you. When it came to grades, they stressed because they prioritized money for school. Your school.

Your father had came from his home country when he was a teenager on a visa, and grew a business in the end. He worked very hard to supply you with the food and shelter you needed, and it was a miracle public school was free. But as you got older, his business flourished, and he could put more of his income towards your nursing classes.

To become a nurse was always his idea. Ever since you had been born, he pinned that title on you. Your mother agreed because she learned it made you a lot of money.

“This isn’t fair. It’s once a week.”

“And so are your in person classes, and they’re on Tuesdays.”

“Let me ask him if I can change the day,” you begged your parents, putting a sweet tone behind your voice. Your father wasn’t budging—but your mother nodded and held your father’s hand as if to say it’s fine. But he didn’t want to let you off that easily.

“If he can’t change the day, cancel the lessons.”

His words nerve wrecked you. But it should’ve been fine. The only problem was—you didn’t have his number.

“Hey, Pat. Give me Art’s number.”

You heard him laugh through the phone, “Hey to you too, bitch. And stalker much?”

Rolling your eyes, you continued styling your hair whilst looking in the mirror. The speaker on your phone broke out for a second before you responded. “I need to ask him something. It can’t wait until next week. Just—please.”

“He didn’t give it to you?”

“What are you? His personal body guard? Give me the damn number, Pat.”

“Ugh, fine. I’ll text it to you rn.”

You smiled in triumph, unplugging the bedazzled black straightener before snatching your cell from the counter. Without letting Pat know you’d call him later, you simply hung up on him, clicking the contact he sent. After pressing the call button—it proceeded to ring. Then his voice sounded.

“….Hello?” Ugh. It was his girlfriend.

This was going to be weird. “Uh, hey. Is Art around?”

“He ’s in the shower. I can give him a message.”

Bitch.

Whatever. “Cool. Unless he can change our usual Wednesday and Thursday schedule—my dad wants me to cancel my lessons. So I need his response like ASAP.”

“Of course I can tell him. Who is this?”

“_ _ Smith.”

There was a silence, and then her voice rang in the phone. “I’ll let him know.”

The phone clicked.

In the incoming week, you received a text from him.

Hey, it’s Art. I’m sorry but I can’t readjust my schedule. It was nice working with you. Let me know if you’re ever interested in working with me again!

Oh.

It looks like he really didn’t like you.

It wasn’t surprising, but for some odd reason—this one hurt a little. And instead of pushing you to chase him a bit more, you retracted away all together. He had made it clear he wasn’t interested in you at all. At this point, to keep pining after him would shatter all shards of dignity you have left.

Today was Sunday. You contemplated on even going, but Patrick would literally decapitate you. It’s his last night out and you promised to go out with him at least once when his trip rolled around. But you weren’t in the mood to party. You didn’t feel sexy enough.

This was all supposed to be a fun game. And now it’s turning into a nightmare.

You really didn’t think he meant it when he said you two weren’t friends. Was he trying to keep a professional relationship for the sake of his girlfriend? You didn’t imagine the friendly moments between the two of you. The fleeting glances, hidden stares. Lingering touches when passing the hydros.

Blowing out the cigarette, you leaned on Pat’s shoulder as he wrote lyrics down on his notepad. He slightly hummed to his own melody. “You’re fucking indie ass is going back in two days. I fucking hate you,” you mutter, causing him to gasp before laughing out loud. “Can I go inside your suitcase? I wanna leave here soooo bad Patty cakes.”

“I fucking hate that nickname, but love that top on you.” He gestured to the cropped forest green sweater you were wearing. It balanced perfectly well with your high-waisted leather black skirt.

“Is it giving slutty?”

“Gross.”

“Perfect.”