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[nouearth]

lessons in kissing.

dick grayson x male reader x peter parker.

summary: dick and peter become your professors in kissing 101 (& more).

wc: 6.2k. genre: smut. warnings: top!peter, top!dick, bottom!reader, handjobs, blowjobs, kissing, cum-swapping, mouth-fucking, threesome, unprotected rough!sex, reader's first time, characters are aged up!

notes: yeah, so um... this might be my dirtiest smut yet. this was also my first time writing a threesome soooo, i hope i did okay? thank you, anon!

request by: anonymous.

“you’re lying! you’ve really never kissed anyone before?”

“dude, like, ever?!” peter gasped, and you turned towards him, slowly nodding while you grew cautious of everyone’s confusion. 

“not even when you were in kindergarten?” you twisted your neck for the nth time at the sound of dick’s voice again, and shame unexpectedly crept onto you the more the two men collected their bafflement together.

your cheeks and neck flamed as they both stared at you, bewildered as if your confession was akin to an unmasking of a superhero—like a family of lemurs, a small one, you’d reckon.

“geez,” your hand clutched onto the can of sparkling water harder before downing it, ridding your insecurity in several hard and fizzy gulps. “if i knew i was going to be interrogated, i wouldn’t have told you guys in confidence.”

“no, it’s just…” a careful exchange was puzzled together by the two men. dick shrugged and peter stammered, following you into the kitchen of his apartment. “i mean, not to make you feel weird or anything, but you’re not ugly.”

“i- pete, was that supposed to be a compliment?” your eyes narrowed at him jokingly, maintaining the coldness of your gaze to break peter into nervous stammers. 

“w-what, no!“ he shook his head and approached you closer, a mixture of awkward laugher filling the feigned tension between the both of you. “wait- no, i mean, yes! it’s a compliment.”

you’ve always found it cute.

“i think what peter means is…” bouncy steps followed you two into the kitchen, more-so to sate his appetite for pizza after losing his tenth consecutive match on a game, but consider his curiosity piqued. a mouthful of pepperoni and cheese didn’t stop him from joining. “you’re handsome, he talks about it all the time.”

“dude...” peter grumbled and instinctively turned his body away out of your sight, sipping at nothing in his cup. the only fizz left was the glare he sent dick; like a sparkler on holiday festivities. 

“oops, my bad,” another bite, and dick took his cup of soda to gulp the grease down. “we find you handsome—though, i’m pretty sure (m/n) knew that since i hit on him when we first met.”

“god,” you laughed it off, picking the pizza box of gloopy cheese to take it in your mouth. “can you imagine? my first kiss being with you? or even peter?”

yes, you can imagine. those thoughts had run rampant since you met them in freshman year of university, expanded upon it even. what would it be like to date dick? how soft were his lips? and the same for peter. sometimes, you’d even think about making out while he was in his spider-man costume, but that fantasy was shamefully bookmarked into a deep abyss of thoughts, only sprouting when you would touch yourself at night.

“why?” peter turned back, almost offended, while dick’s laughter joined you, and you swear you can feel a draft from how quickly he twisted around. “is that weird?”

“kinda?” the conversation made you shift on your feet. it was more intimate than what you were used to, and they knew it too, judging by the way they both stared at you again—hyenas. “i mean, i guess it’s because we’re so close now, so…”

“pft, that never stopped me,“ it was like a magic spell drew that confession out of dick. your fingers would have to be cut to coerce that out of you, but you weren’t dick—shameless and confident, you admired it on good days. 

nonetheless, you and peter both gave dick a questioning look. offended would be a regular person’s first reaction, but from the brief exchange you and peter shared, it was unanimous that curiosity took the lead.

dick’s gaze shifted from you and peter, and when the silence drew out for longer than he would’ve thought, a welcoming draft in the room awaited his rebuttal. “come on- you seriously think i stopped thinking about you guys just because we’re best friends now?

“dude, you think about me?” peter’s eyes widened. it would’ve been hilarious if you weren’t involved. you would’ve passed this off as a banter, no more than that. 

you hated to admit it, but you felt yourself throb at this revelation. blood rushed downwards in light speed and you were barely conscious to the drone of peter and dick’s chatter, but you shook it off, laughing at their banters like you aways did.

the day went on like usual. peter’s collection of video games kept you guys entertained for a few hours. when you felt fatigued from mashing your thumb onto the buttons for the ninth match, a walk downtown sufficed. laughing and bantering were the core of your friendship with dick and peter—like every friendship you’d imagine.

but at its finest, it was their vulnerabilities to you, and yours to them, that kept the foundation strong. they trusted you with every secret of theirs, aided them in a few missions of their own, and your friendship thrived. 

the next few days haven’t been exactly the smoothest. you were quieter than usual, and they both took notice because you’d pick at your food while their voices—questions and comments—were ignored, passersby to the street of hearville.

was it that weird to have never kissed at your age? to never have had sex? to not even have had held hands with another guy? they never made fun of you, but you couldn’t help but let these thoughts run rampant.

no. no, it wasn’t. people have their own pace. mine... just somehow happens slower.

you weren’t insecure, but you still felt weird. you suddenly became moody when you saw dick and peter, like you want to be left alone, push them out of your apartment when they drop a visit, drop their pants and suck them off-

oh.

ohhhhh.

dick and peter.

“teach me.” you suddenly spoke out and the two men looked up from their plate of food, exchanging a look with each other before questioning you, humored because you barely spoke all day. the tv played in the background and you were all sitting on the ground, eating off of peter’s very… very small coffee table.

“ah, i almost forgot what your voice sounded like, (m/n)!” dick laughed, twirling his fork into his pasta before shoving the food into his mouth. 

you made a slight pout, only because they weren’t taking you seriously. though, to be fair, you have been acting weird all week.

“with what?” peter noticed, a little more serious in his inquiry. but food was more of a priority for him, you can see him practically sweating at the thought of leaving his spaghetti cold.

“pete, you can still eat-“ you laughed, taking a bite of your food. 

“oh, thank god.” and peter does the same, chowing down on his spaghetti after a hard day of saving lives.

dick cleaned his palette with a cold gulp of soda, a refreshing hiss when the bubbles trickled down his throat. “so, teach you what exactly?” he continued on. “fighting? oh, dude, are you going to be a vigilante-“

“no, no! does it look like i have the strength to be like batman or something?” 

“well, i’m guessing that’s why you came to us for training?” dick amused himself, and peter chuckled, much to your annoyance. 

“guys, i don’t want to be a vigilante.” you grumbled, beginning to bury your confession deep in the pit of your stomach somewhere. “or a superhero, or a guy in a spider-suit with weird web things.”

“hey, they’re not weird-“

“i want to…” it was calming to watch the way your fork swirled itself into the pasta, metal tongs pierced and capturing a wave of sauce and spaghetti all in one swirl. “learn what it’s like to kiss.”

peter choked on his glass of water.

you continued, hot in the cheeks because you can see peter’s widened eyes even when you look away. “handjobs, blowjobs, everything…”

and a piece of dick’s meatball was caught in his throat.

a low drone accompanied the silence once the tv was muted and while a huge weight lifted off your shoulders and chest, you felt small knowing how vulnerable and weird your request sounded. 

“so, you want us to teach you how to…” dick cleared his throat and you feel like you could hear a smile, but you weren’t sure if that was your mind trying to convince you that everything was fine. “kiss and… other things?”

“yeah,” you continued to avoid your gaze, opting for the wooden floor instead. “i know, it’s weird. you don’t have to say yes or anything, it’s just-“

“is that why you’ve been acting stand-offish lately? peter was worried. he was the type to always blame himself of someone else’s behavior, no matter how much you tried to reassure him. though, you guess, he technically was the reason why you became so moody—part of it, anyway. 

“mhm.” the silence was defeating, you can hear their necks turn to look at each other—of judgement, most likely.

and it was all but confirmed when you can see them hopping back onto their feet and running—running as far from you as possible. “guys, wait, i’m sorry-“

you looked up and watched them dash to peter’s bathroom, immediately chasing after the trail of their steps in bewilderment. “what are you-“

“first step, make sure you have good breath.” dick handed you your toothbrush, his spare one at peter’s already brushing into the foaming spearmint in his mouth.

“atleastluntilhelikeyousenough” peter gargled thick and incoherent, brushing into his jumbled sentence.

“uh-huh, okay… seems a little obvious, but…” you spread the toothpaste on the bristles of your brush and began brushing, a smile forming because you have to brush the front teeth too—but also because of your best friends.

you can always count on them. 

“you ready?” dick naturally became the leader of this impromptu training program. he was the most experienced considering how many women and men you caught him with, and as much as you hated that when you were roommates with him, his expertise was needed in this moment. 

“yes.” you sat in the middle of peter and dick, rubbing your sweaty palms against your shorts. a mere flash of regret ignited inside of your beating heart, but peter rested his hand on top of one of yours, squeezing ever so gently to warm and soothe you—to pacify you.

and your worries were quelled when dick does the same, his smile softer, countering his usual playful attitude. “just stop me whenever you feel uncomfortable.” he made you feel safe.

you looked at peter, and he nodded in agreement, his fingers now intertwined with yours. he had always kept you safe, feeling safe, this was a normal feeling towards him. “same with me.” “i will.” your voice was quiet in the bedroom, a mere soft whisper, but they recognized your will to be more vulnerable with one another, to blossom. and dick appeased it with a kiss.

light and feathery at first to test the water, but once dick heard your breath hitch, he applied more pressure in between your lips, capturing them in a slow waltz that kept you on your toes, yet flat on your feet to contain your excitement—your relief. 

it was awkward at first, to find your footing. your nose would bump into his, teeth as well, but dick chuckled, assuring you this will always happen.

unbeknownst to you, dick’s been wanting to do this since he met you, and he savored every second. “remember what i told you… build it up.” he reminded you because you were getting eager, following his lead but returning his kiss in hard sucks. “nice and slow.” 

peter’s palm on your thigh pressed gently onto your bare skin, mistakenly under the lift of your shorts because he was too in awe of the kiss, but they grounded you from your brief flight to the heavenly clouds nonetheless.

“nice and slow…” dick repeated, and you succumbed to his reminder like a prodigy. “that’s it.” it lasted for a few seconds longer until you pulled away to capture your breath again. your lips tingled still, remembering the taste of spearmint when dick’s breath ghosted on your skin.

“was that okay?” an innocent question, but you swore you stole that exact same tone from a porn you watched the other day.

“a natural,” dick laughed, stroking your hair back and you’ve never see him so affectionate—loving, as he doted on you. “try it on peter. more touching though, if you’re okay with that.”

you nodded and turned your head, meeting peter’s gaze with a flushed smile, your lips slightly swollen from your previous endeavor. “I’m okay with that.”

“me too.” peter smiled, only softening when you leaned in, and it completed hid against you when you captured his smile with a kiss. 

his hand gently placed on the back of your head when you did and he pulled you closer into him, returning the kiss, and spilling his breath into yours, while at the same time, drawing yours out. “rub my chest, i like it when people do that.” peter whispered in between each kiss.

you do as you were told, a gentle hand to peter’s broad chest, and you feel yourself tightening, satisfied with how intimate this all is as you felt the muscles on his chest through the fabric.

in the meantime, dick’s been squeezing at the bulge in his pants, containing his will to completely ravish you simply by watching the way you and peter made out. he’s always been observant, noticing the strong twitching of peter’s own erection, and soon yours when peter slid his tongue into your mouth. 

it was tantalizing—breath-taking— watching intimacy build up and vulnerabilities become unimaginably pliant before him. the pink muscles looped and swirled with one another, spreading and sharing sticky saliva until your mouth and peter’s were practically coated in it, glossed in sheen.

when peter pulled away, your lips were immediately stolen by dick again, kissing you with more strength than before, stubbornly refusing the chance for you to restock on oxygen as he wanted a taste of you too. the air became thicker, harder to breathe, but you basked in the taste, the wetness of dick’s tongue, and allowed yourself to become weak in his arms when he took you in, embraced you closely. “mmf...” you moaned out, breathing harder.

but just like dick, peter wasn’t finished with you, directing his tongue and lips to the back of your neck when you turned away. his ticklish and fleeting kisses pulled you back into peter’s arms, but dick noticed and pulled you forward: a stubborn game of gentle tug of war. 

they wanted you, every piece of you. it was telling as peter sucked into your neck, venomous and poisoning, and when dick began directing your hand under his shirt, allowing you to feel his toned stomach and chest, and eventually his clothed erection, making you squeeze around it with an open palm.

lessons have completely escaped to the back of minds, and all that remained was pure lust.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to.” dick reassured. though, ironically, his hand atop of yours, relieving the ache in his pants continued.

through swollen lips, you managed to mutter, distracted by peter’s bruising sucks to other areas of your neck and skin, whimpering when he bit a little too hard. “i did say teach me everything…” his hands were under your shirt now, warming your bare skin with his palms, excited, but fleeting as they immediately tied to the buttons of your shorts when you gave the okay.

“hey, hey,” dick laughed, watching the way peter has grown grandly impatient. “you’re going to scare him, horn dog.” he left a kiss on your lips, a quick one before leaning past you to kiss peter.

you watched in awe at what a kiss was supposed to be like: burning with ease and passion with every stroke of their lips, no hesitation at all—just a moment of time that they’ll remember. you backed into the bed and leaned against the headboard as they kissed at the foot. you don’t remember having your hand down your shorts, but you do, palming yourself to your own private show.

the kiss ran sloppy, drool dripping down either chins, stained with intimacy, and clothes were quickly tossed to the side, with no care in the world.

you followed.

even though you were similar height to peter, he was stronger—they both were. and now, you felt smaller as they climbed onto the bed, towards you, bare and hardened. you watched breathlessly, as their cocks swung heavy with heat. peter’s pre-cum dripped thickly in yearn for something to fuck, while dick’s throbbed for something to fill—a porn scene come to life—and you were left agape, jaw and legs.

“kinda surprised we’ve never done this sooner,” peter said, you weren’t used to his voice so low. kneeling on the bed, by your left hip, he took your hand and kissed the palm, the wrist of it, skimmed his lips over your forearm before guiding It toward his cock, aching for your touch. “though, was hoping i’d have you to myself, but…” gently, your hand was cradled to wrap around his shaft, warm and running with veins, it pulsed. “this works too.”

your chest rose with every spoken word, and peter has never looked hotter. taking control of you like that made your skin crawl, a spell that commanded you to move your hand back and forth, conjuring you to pump him in slow strokes.

contrary to his overall demeanor, his actions were of warmth. caresses to your head, doting on you with honey dripping from his gaze and cotton in touch while you sinned. 

you didn’t know where to look—to fall in love with the way peter gazed at you like a painting in a museum, or to salivate over the way his pre-cum leaked thickly over your hand when you squeeze it out of him, like a bottle of maple syrup.

that became more a problem—a dilemma—when you felt a wetness over your right nipple, then a sting when dick bites to get your attention—selfish and stubborn, like always. “are you sure this wasn’t a tactic to get all three of us in the same room? you seem comfortable.”

he tongued your nub, flicking back and forth to make you squirm, to hear the sound of your moans, to be the reason you have trouble sleeping at night. alongside, his palm ran over your body—chest first, down your stomach, and finally, your erect cock and balls.

you watched, breathless, continuing to stroke peter’s cock and he’d lean over to give you a few kisses here and there. for the most part, he was content like this, watching you squirm while maintaining to do the best to pleasure him.

“no, i swear- it’s just-“ dick played with your balls, squeezing and tugging on the tight sack to loosen them. every man was sensitive down there, you were no exception. “you guys made me feel safe, so…”

“well,” you looked up when peter spoke, his eyes fluttered shut, and you only got them to open when you thumbed the slit of his head, rubbing slick all over his glans, then the length of his cock when you continued stroking. “we are superheroes.”

you all laughed, switching gazes between the both of them, but it was dick’s mouth suddenly wrapping around you that made you concentrate only on him.

“oh, fuck…” warmth surrounded you, inhaled you in one shallow breath, before dick pulled you out of his wet mouth, taunting you with the loss of heat.

“it’s just like kissing,” he said, licking a stripe over the underside of your cock, tonguing his favorite spot: the neck of the glans and the frenulum. dick followed the lines of flesh with precision, leading the very tip of his tongue into the duct of your urethra—once again, tonguing it while his eyes focused on you, devious. “but let curiosity take you further and explore every part of their body.”

“m-mm…” you were sure there was meaning to his words, but they fell on deaf ears. instead, you focused on the ample heat that engulfed you again, moaning.

“every.” dick took you in and pulled you out with a pop.

“fuck-“ you breathed out, curling your toes into the sheets.

“part.” holding your cock up and stroking sloppily, he inhaled your ballsack. sweaty and musty, they must’ve been, but dick devoured the scent, the taste of sins with hungry sucks and licks—ardent and full of fervor.

and at the moment where you most expected to let out a moan, it was shoved down your throat when peter suddenly situated you in between his legs and filled your mouth with his thick cock, smelling of sweat and sex when you inhaled near his trimmed hairs.

“come on,” peter briefly pulled out, tapping the plump tip over your lips. “you learn best when you demonstrate what you’ve been taught.”

peter covered your view of dick, but you weren’t sure if you needed to see him because you felt every maneuver of dick’s tongue, now drowning your cock with his mouth while he continued assaulting your sensitive balls, tugging and squeezing. 

you looked up and peter never looked bigger, more intimidating, but it’s become your new addiction, and you take his cock, holding it thick and take in what you can. it was barely past the tip before you could feel yourself gagging, but with peter’s reassurance, you swallow more of him every time you went down, slicking him up with your spit.

“how’s he doing, pete?” your cock was left cold when dick pulled away to speak, but he made up for it with his hand, stroking his spit with your cock.

“he really is a natural.” peter chuckled, watching you with a scrunched face of pleasure whenever you pulled him deeper into your mouth. almost down your throat now, but he pulled his cock back completely before you can fully take him. “you try.”

“fuck, yes.” dick leaped over and used the spit from your length earlier to lube his own cock, spitting in his palm and stroking when it wasn’t slicked to his likening while peter scooted back to kneeling at your side, stroking himself now.

as your head was positioned in between both their cocks, dick’s was bigger, thicker—a mouth stretcher you’d imagine. but peter’s was longer, veinier, and the only thing they had in common was that their balls hung loose. in porn terms, hung like a horse. 

and on this very day, you considered yourself a lucky man because you have no objection to either, no will to pick and choose.

“look at you,” dick’s voice was rugged, deep, and he pushed his cock past your swollen lips. there was a clear difference in girth. your mouth was stretched wide, and you could only hum a sound of satisfaction, even with the slight sting from the stretch of skin. “who knew you’d be such a cock lover, hm?” 

“he can’t get enough of it, god…” peter was in awe, salivating and stroking quicker at the sight.

two hands kept dick’s cock still in your mouth while you sucked on the bulbous tip like a lollipop. the rest of your hands stroked whatever you couldn’t mange to fit in your mouth. you were apologetic at first, but dick’s smirk told a simple story of his ego, clearly aroused by the size of his own cock as it only grew wider when you struggled downing him, gagging with a whimper.

“come on… (m/n), you can do better than that. you were so good at sucking peter off, kissing us too. what happened?” dick pulled away to stroke himself with your spit, but he quickly buried any excuses into your throat when he pushed himself into your mouth.

“you’re too comfortable now, (m/n). you’re slacking…” peter joined the banter, and when dick pulled out of your mouth, peter’s cock replaced the loss of warmth to your surprise.

holy shit, this is happening.

like a see-saw, the two men alternated in filling your mouth, stuffing saliva further and further down your throat, without allowing a single excuse from you to escape. it’s buried now, deep in the pit of your stomach, and all you can do was be the prodigy that they wished for you to be.

when it was dick’s turn to stretch your mouth, you made sure that peter’s cock wasn’t left abandoned, stroking him with distracted strokes, and vice versa when it was his turn at your throat. you overworked yourself in pleasuring your two best friends, making sure they were satisfied with you, with your mouth as you took more of them without a single plea for a break.

“fuck, there we go…” occasionally, dick would take control by holding the back of your head and fucking inside of your tight mouth. drool leaked down either corners of your mouth while you let him, tears brimming in your eyes when your throat tightened again, a familiar feeling that dick encouraged to hold back. “there’s my star. taking cock like a good student.” 

if there was one thing that these very brief lessons have taught you, you were exactly what they named you: a cock lover. you slurped at whatever—whoever—entered your mouth absentmindedly, spat on cocks that have begun to look more or less the same, because it was dizzying now. your cock was left alone, but it stood tall and proud, throbbing as the two men harassed your face and mouth with their erections. one would gag you while the other had his balls shoved to your face and nose, sliding its wet, dirty slick all over your skin, staining you with lust.

it alternated like this for a while, and you were content, so was dick and peter. but you needed more—something to fill you elsewhere that wasn’t your dirty mouth. and you pleaded with your eyes, looking up at your best friends with delighted tears, a mouthful of cock, and a gaze only a cock loving whore could have—and they recognized it. 

peter was reluctant to pull away, he was so close. but he’s always been selfless. he released his hold on you and it was a struggle to pull you away, but he did with your lips suctioning off with a quiet pop. a thick string of spit that once connected between your lips and peter’s cock laid like webs on your chin, cooling as you watched the two men reposition themselves.

“i’m going to assume we don’t need a lesson in how to finger yourself, hm?” dick whispered against your swollen lips and kissed you again. you were entranced under his tongue, swirling all over yours like ocean waves while you touched yourself to his licks. you twisted and pinched your nipples, tugged on them with the occasional help from dick, then stroked your cock while dick continued from peter’s original trail of bruising kisses to mark his own territory on your body. you were as horny as they were, if not hornier, and you needed them inside of you, in any way possible.

“fuck, i need you guys so bad.” breathless in your moans, your legs squirmed when you felt something wet between your thighs when they were raised, peter’s nice girth sliding in between the plump skin. 

he thrusted himself slow and steady while he worked on your hole, reaching down to prepare you with his lubed digits, one by one. you’ve done this before, they were surely aware, so it wasn’t a unit that was particularly focused.

in between preparation, your mouth remained on dick’s cock again, delivering him your fullest attention with several lathers of your tongue, sucking hard and hollow, deep into your throat. you remember what he taught you and occasionally stuffed your mouth with his balls, sucking on the weight and letting go with a pull because you got off on seeing how they tensed and jiggled when you did.

“i’ll go slow.” peter leaned in with your legs hooked over his shoulders, bending you back, and kissing the tip of your nose when he was close enough to your face. “tell me if you want to stop.”

once you nodded, allowing him the will to deliver on his promise, peter made sure to lube himself up once more before pushing inside of you, slow and steady. he was careful, watching your face as it scrunched when the head slid in—burned when the rest of him filled you to the brim.

it was almost like you couldn’t breathe. it was too much, to be bearing all of this pain alone, but at the same time, you held peter close, wrapped your arms around him to prevent him from leaving you while you buried tiny whimpers into his neck, because you don’t want to stop feeling it, so full and devoured. it was written all over their faces when you glanced at them—they didn’t want to stop either. 

peter and dick decorated your skin in wet kisses, distracting you from the pain while peter began to find a rhythm. although slow, you were beginning to familiarize yourself with this pain. soon after, pleasure, when he struck something inside of you, a certain spot.

“oh- peter, right there, fuck.” your legged tightened around him and the sweat from your thighs rolled back onto your stomach when peter re-adjusted himself to fuck you at a higher angle, folding you onto your back. 

“yeah? right here?” peter thrusted into that spot dead-on, like a dart to a bullseye, and you groaned, your throat aching in pleasure, but dick pacified it with his cock again, filling you up once more. “oh fuck, look at you. all of your holes are filled up, fuck… so fucking tight”

“baby, you’re doing a great job, god…” your heart beat when dick called you that. it was always something he said as a joke when he arrived to your place. honey, darling, you name it, but the fact that it came out so genuine, it made your skin flush red and you could only respond in moans while you sucked him off. “i think he likes it when you fuck him like that, pete.”

for the first time, you felt wanted. 

peter’s thrusts were hard and strong, his balls swung into with every rhythm. you can see the muscles in his thighs flexing whenever he pounded down into your tight hole, your bodies colliding like waves to a rock. it stung whenever his skin slapped into yours, sweaty and musky, but the sinful sounds were well-worth the prize as you basked in them, in the taste of dick’s cock, the sound of peter’s grunts, the flutter of dick’s eyes when you gargled his cock again, deeper, the sweat dripping from peter’s forehead and body—the bedroom hailed of sex. it rocked of brutal creaks and slams as both of your holes were violated and filled to the very brim, all driven by pure lust. 

after some time, they switched spots, tag-teaming so dick can have his turn at your hole. unlike peter, he was rougher, immediately pounding into you because he was sex-crazed about you, couldn’t stop thinking about you since day one of meeting you.

“fuck, better than i’ve ever imagined,” he laughed into your mouth, kissing you sloppily, and pulling away when peter’s cock impatiently wedged himself in between the kiss, and you were back to sucking and jerking off cock again—no complaints. “still so tight, even after peter fucked you so hard…”

“it’s like he was made to be a whore, right?” such vulgar language from your best friends broke the original portrayal you had of them. now, all you could think about was how they wanted to absolutely make a wreck out of you, de-blossom your naive thoughts of what your first time should’ve been like.

it wasn’t what you had imagined. it was supposed to be with one person. a full-time commitment to your relationship. a loving pair holding each other close when they both climax. it was going to be special.

but this… you thought to yourself as you were fucked into the bedsheets with absolutely no mercy, your ass pained and bruised from dick’s muscular hips driving into you every time he came down, harassing you in that familiar spot again.

this was… peter pushed on your bottom lip with two fingers to open your mouth, then spitting in the void, some catching onto your tongue, before shoving his swollen cock inside of you again, aching to touch—to fuck.

dick palmed your cock as you writhed, bent under him, moaned around peter’s long cock. he gathered all of his strength left to tickle you deep, to reach inside of you with his cock, breathless and panting with every thrust that rocked the two of you together—three, when peter fucked into your mouth. 

this was so much fucking better. 

“holy shit-“ under dick’s touch, you came hard in several thick ropes, all over his fist, and then the sweat of your body when he opened his palm. you were a natural shooter, accidentally spraying your face with your own thick semen, and you heard peter and dick moan in unison, in awe.

seeing you dressed in cum like this had them race each other to their climax. dick fucked you harder, his grasp on your hips bruising and white, while peter held onto your head and met your throat with his cock, repeatedly forceful in strength. you gagged around him, and they only benefitted from every sound you made.

“fuck, i’m going to-“ you watched peter’s abs flexed, tightened as his stomach pooled with pleasure, and you can hear the holy bells ring when he pulled out of your mouth, jerking his wet and slimy cock off until he came undone in thick spurts, all over your pretty face. not a single shot was missed, painting you in white like a canvas with every last drop.

you were still high off of your own orgasm, and you turned your head to watch dick fuck himself into you, clearly wonder-strucked by the scene before him. you were covered in cum all over. they beckoned him to join, the many loads on your body. they were begging now, a mantra of pleas pulled him closer to you, and he can smell the sex off of you, inhaled peter’s musk as well, and again—those holy bells rang.

with the speed of lightning, dick pulled himself out of your abused hole and climbed over to kneel over your chest, fucking into his fist while simultaneously jerking his cock off over your face. to your cum-covered body, to peter kissing his spunk off your cheek and chin then your lips, to the taste of your own cum when you swiped a load off your chest and fed it into dick’s mouth. he suckled, bittersweet salt spread over his tongue, and he was ravished by the taste of you. 

dick then pushed his hips out and aimed his cock over your lips, still connected to peter’s for a messy kiss, stroking until the only reason he tore his gaze away was because his lids fell heavy, ceased his sight to roll his eyes back, and came with a shudder. thick ropes of cum inked on your face and peter’s, but most of it fell to your connected lips. 

“fuck, that’s hot…” dick muttered, rolling his shoulders back while he milked himself to you and peter making out, cum-stained and all. you moaned at the taste, saltier than yours and peter’s, and peter does the same while scraping a load of warm cum from the corner of your cheek and into his mouth before kissing you again, swapping the gloopy residue with a sloppy exchange of tongues.

he was envious, watching how the sticky load caught onto your lips then peter’s when he squeezed himself dry. before you and peter could take all of his cum for yourself, he leaned down to join peter for a kiss, stealing the mound of cum that peter has expertly hidden on his tongue. dick didn’t know who he was tasting anymore. but whether it was you, peter, or himself, it was delectable, and he wanted to share the delightful taste with you. he spat the mixture of cum and spit inside of your mouth before webbing his lips to yours, sealing it with one final breathless kiss.

“so, are lessons still on for next week or?” peter lay by your side, and dick joined the other, still dizzied from his high as telling by his shut eyes and drawn out pants. 

“i mean… i’m still up for it if you guys are?” you said, leaning over to press a kiss to peter’s cheek. you took his smile as an answer and looked to dick for his.

“mm... yeah.” dick sleepily opened his eyes, his locks stuck to his sweaty forehead while he buried himself under the blanket. you felt his arms wrap around your waist once he got comfortable, muttering a kiss to your shoulder before dozing off. 

“we’re good teachers, pete.

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the fifth kiss- s.reid

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a/n: season one, episode 18 'Somebody's Watching'

summary: lila archer gets in the way of you and spencer.

pairing: spencer reid x fem bau! reader

warnings: general cm topics, the team don't know about you and spencer, injuries, reader gets injured, spencer shoots someone. (i think that's it, tell me if i missed anything :))

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You sat in your hotel room, confused at the events of the day. Maybe it was the sweltering LA heat, or maybe it was the awful way Lila and Spencer were making goo-goo eyes at each other. 

You had been at the gallery with him and his sub-par flirting. At least Lila was happy. When Spencer  had to leave he was practically begging you to convince Gideon to leave him with Lila. 

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“Sprence, we have to go,” You grabbed his shoulder and went up on tip-toes to whisper in his ear. You started walking out of the gallery with Gideon and noticed Spencer didn’t follow. 

“Spencer!” Gideon called to him. 

Spencer walked up to you. “Do you need me? Or c-can I stick around here for a while?” He smiled shyly. 

“Gideon wants you so I’d just ask him,’” you shrugged. 

“But… Can you just ask him?” Spencer pushed. 

“Spencer!” Gideon called. “Y/n!”

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When Detective Kim asked you to look at the crime scene, and when the rest of the team was called, everyone knew that you’d be most helpful in this case. You’d been in the violent crimes division which meant you’d be able to accurately tell them if it was a gang, what kind of killer it was, and why they were doing it. On top of that you were definitely the most qualified to talk to Lila Archer when she came back with the note from her stalker/ the unsub because of your year as a liaison on a team in London. 

“Hi, I’m Agent Y/l/n, this is Agent Morgan, Agent Greenaway, Agent Jareau, Agent Hotchner, and of course, you know Agent Gideon and Doctor Reid,” you introduced the team as she came into the room. “Agent Morgan and I will ask you some questions, if that’s ok?”

She nodded her head but her eyes stayed glued to where Spencer had his arm around you. You two were best friends, in the team's eyes. In reality, you two had been dating for the past 4 weeks. You hadn’t told anyone since it was only new but you really liked him. But, you two had sex and he hasn’t asked you out again. Granted, you’ve both been busy but… doubt was starting to creep in. 

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“Did you know Natalie Ryan?” You asked.

“We spoke when we were in public, but we were never friends,” she shrugged as she picked at her nails, clearly uninterested in what you had to say. 

“What about Wally Mellman?” Morgan added. 

“What about him?” she asked. 

“He was killed a few months ago, did you know him?” You asked. 

Lila shook her head. “I read for a part but they went a different way.”

“What way?” Elle asked as she entered the room. 

“They cast another actress… it was Natalie,” she admitted. 

“Nice way to get rid of competition,” Morgan said, eyeing her agent beside her. 

“Hey it wasn’t me! I brought her into this damn police station,” he defended.

“Alright, do you ever feel like you’re being watched?” You asked. 

“All the time,” she scoffed. “It kind of comes with the territory.”

“Yes, but an unusual amount,” you continued. “Something out of the ordinary that happens regularly-”

“Repetitive phone calls with hang-ups, gifts left anonymously,” Morgan started listing. 

Lila wasn’t listening and she definitely wasn’t cooperating. 

“Ms. Archer?” you asked. Her eyes snapped back to yours. 

“Pardon?”

“Is there something more important you could be doing right now?” You snarked.

“Why isn’t Dr. Reid in here?” She asked. 

“He’s busy,” Elle answered. “I can assure you, you are with the people you need to be with right now.”

“Yes, but why do I need to be with all of you?” She asked and your blood boiled. 

“Because we’re the people on the team that have worked on stalking cases before, Dr. Reid, hasn’t,” Morgan gritted out, anger spilling from him too. 

“Now back to the questions, does something out of the ordinary happen on a regular basis?”m You asked. 

“I receive flowers,” she admitted. “On the 7th of each month they just appear in my trailer. Never a note, just a plain glass bowl. Red anemones, my favourite.” 

“And you’ve never questioned who they’re from?” Elle asked. 

“Celebrities get anonymous gifts all the time, she has fans y’know?” 

“Does the number 7 mean anything to you? Did you meet anyone on the 7th, or in the 7th month of the year?”

“No,” she said, definitively. “I would remember.”

“Alright, who would you have told about red anemones being your favourite flower?” you asked.

“I don’t know, I guess my friends and family?” she sighed. “Can we be done now?”

“Lila, I need a list of people who would know that those flowers are your favourite, like… my boyfriend knows that my favourite flowers are blue lilies-” Lila’s eyes snapped to yours and immediately sized you up. 

“Who’s your boyfriend?” She asked. “Are you dating Spencer?”

“No, I am not dating Dr. Reid,” you lied. 

“Why are you two so close?” She questioned. 

“Am I interviewing you or are you interviewing me?” You snapped back. “Ms. Archer, two people are dead because of you, that’s the reality of the situation. Dr. Reid is working your case, just like the rest of us. So, I suggest you start cooperating before someone else gets hurt.” 

Lila’s eyes clouded and glossed over, she left the room, sniffling and on the verge of tears. You didn’t care. She was withholding information for no reason other than the fact that she liked Spencer. 

“What happened?” Spencer demanded when he walked in. “Lila’s crying.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fucking brat.”

Elle and Derek nodded their heads in agreement while Spencer pulled a face of confusion. 

“Spencer, she’s just like every other Hollywood starlet, selfish, self-centred, and really annoying,” Elle chuckled and both Derek and you laughed with her. 

“She's a person who’s going through a very hard time right now,” he stated then turned his gaze on you. “and you spoke to her in an unprofessional way.”

You scoffed. “Right…” 

“I mean it, she told me what you said.” 

“You mean… the truth? Two people are dead because of her,” you sighed. “Listen Spencer, I don’t want to fight you over your clear crush on her,” something you hadn’t wanted to admit earlier. “So go for it, sleep with her, kiss her, I don't really care.” 

Spencer’s eyes widened. He hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend yet. You’d been on 4 dates. You two weren’t ‘dating’. 

“Y/n-” Spencer tried but you got up. 

“I’m going to grab some coffee,” you announced, then left with Spencer behind you. 

“What do you mean you don’t care?” Spencer asked in a small voice as he stood behind you. 

“Spencer, we both know you have a crush on Lila, if you want to go for it, go for it,” you sighed. 

“But I… what about us?”

“We both know you got what you wanted,” you shrugged. “I just never thought you’d be like that.”

“W-what am I like?,” he stuttered.

You ignored his stupid question.“And Spencer, I don’t really take kindly to people questioning my ability to do my job, alright?” 

Spencer just nodded, and walked away.

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You cared. You cared a lot. 

That’s why you were sitting in your hotel room alone and crying, confused about the day. 

There was a knock at the door. You opened it and found Gideon. 

“Evening?” You questioned as you let him in, brushing the tears off your cheeks. 

“You and Spencer need to talk,” he stated. 

“About what?”

“Your relationship, for one,” he sighed. “You two are both in love with each other, we can all see it, and now you’ve sent him off to go sleep with a movie star because he can’t stop stuttering around her?”

You looked away in embarrassment. “The goo-goo eyes didn’t help,” you shrugged, speaking like a dejected child. 

“What was your first date?”

“We don-t- we aren’t-”

“Yes you did. Now tell me, what was your first date?”

“We went to the cinema near his apartment, we saw this Italian film, ‘La Chimera’, then we got lunch,” you rattled off.

“What was his body language throughout?”

“Gideon-” you sighed.

“Tell me,” he said sternly.  

“He was nervous, he kept messing with his hands, he was stuttering, and when I kissed him he tensed up for a few seconds,” you rolled your eyes at Gideon’s antics. 

“Exactly, and who is the only person on this team that Spencer genuinely seeks out to touch?” He asked. 

“Me.”

“Exactly.” 

“But still, he also likes her and I don’t know if you noticed but I’m not her!”

“But you’re you, and Spencer’s in love with you.”

You sighed. “I sent him off.”

“What?” He asked, horrified. 

“I told him we were ‘casual’ and that I didn’t care if he dated someone else.”

“Why would you do that?” He hissed. 

“Because I thought it was the right thing to do!”

“You’re supposed to be intelligent!” He groaned. 

“I know!” You shouted back. 

Gideon sighed and walked closer, pulling you into a hug. “You two will be ok.”

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You sat beside Lila as she got into makeup. “I’m not stopping my life,” she stated. 

“Yeah, you mentioned that,” you sighed. 

Spencer walked up beside you two with a coke in his hand. 

Lila turned her nose up at the coffee that she’d been drinking for the past few minutes and you almost laughed when she took his coke, expecting him to grab it right back. Your mouth dropped open when hee let her drink from it, then took a drink right after. She was called to the scene and you rolled your eyes. 

“You don’t mind sharing with me, do you?” Derek teased. 

“Shut up.”

“Go get ‘em loverboy.”

When Spencer met your eyes you swore you saw regret, or some kind of remorse in them. You ignored it.

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“We were too late,” Gideon’s voice rang over your phone. 

“Shit, she’s going to be devastated.” 

“Don’t tell her yet,” he asked.

“Course.”

You hung up and gathered Lila and Spencer and some of her things. 

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You got picked up by Derek and Detective Kim, and you sent Spencer and Lila on their way. 

“How are the two lovebirds?” Derek asked, exasperation and irritation clear in his voice. 

“Oh, they’re all great, never a dull moment where she isn’t trying to get into his pants,” you sighed as you three walked out of the paparazzo's apartment. 

“Where are we headed next?” you asked. 

“Lila’s. We need to bring more people to her, maybe even get her to a safehouse,” Kim sighed. A motorcycle started and before you knew it, you were against the car and groaning in pain. 

“Y/n! Are you alright?” Derek shouted. 

“Yeah, it just grazed,” You nodded, looking at the flesh wound the bullet had left behind. “Get to Kim,” you told him. You reached for your gun and shot after the motorcyclist but they got away. 

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After being bandaged up, you and Derek sped to Lila’s house to find Spencer and Lila soaked. 

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“I fell into the pool,” Spencer admitted sheepishly. 

“Sure, I’m sure there’s a bunch of photos of it,” you nodded sarcastically. You walked away, an uncertain heartbreak settling deep in your gut as you went through the photos, ripping them out, for his sake.

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Spencer felt awful. He had been rude to you, he’d gone against you, he’d kissed someone else. 

The entire time, all he could think about were the four times he’d kissed you. 

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One. 

You two were outside the lunch place he loved and you’d both spent the entire meal talking about the film. It was comfortable, and probably too domestic to be a first date but Spencer didn’t mind. He loved the way you and him were comfortable around each other. 

“So I’ll see you at work on Monday?” You smiled, that perfect smile that drove Spencer crazy. 

“Yes, you will see me at work on Monday,” he smiled, breathing out slowly. You chuckled, then wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss you. Your lips on his genuinely re-wired his entire being. He felt butterflies and heat run through him, until he kissed back. Then he knew that this was an addiction. That he wanted to kiss you every moment of every hour of every day for the rest of his life. 

You had to guide his hands to your hips and it was a bit of a laughing/ kissing thing, but it was amazing all the same. 

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Two. 

Spencer stood in your kitchen, grabbing his coat from the chair when you kissed him. This time he was prepared. His hands immediately went to your waist, large palms spanning over the navy colour of the sundress you were wearing. God you looked beautiful. 

Again, your lips on his was something he’d never get enough of. How perfect you felt. How beautiful you were. He was sure he was in love. 

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Three. 

You dragged him kicking and screaming to a farmer’s market, but in the end he’d enjoyed it. He’d enjoyed it because you’d actually kissed him twice. Once when he remembered something minute about you (How could he ever forget?) and another time when you’d simply wanted to. You and that damn sundress. 

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Four. 

You were at his apartment and you were on his lap. He had been painfully hard as you continued kissing him and slowly grinding down on him. 

“Do you want to…?” you asked, a hazy lust-filled smirk on your face. 

Spencer just nodded. 

“Do you have a condom?” You asked and chuckled when he sheepishly shook his head. “It’s fine, I’m on birth-control,” you smiled and Spencer just followed your lead. 

After what felt like hours of you just sinking down on his ridiculously large cock, you finally started moving. 

“Oh fuck,” you mumbled. “You’re so big,” you groaned into his ear. Spencer whimpered as you slowly moved up and down his length. 

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he had thought about fucking you, a lot. Sometimes you were under him, sometimes you were over him, it didn’t matter. He wanted to fuck you. 

And that he did. 

After you fucked him on the couch, he turned it around and slammed into you with such vigour his couch moved. His fingers explored your core and once he ended up tasting you, he knew he couldn’t go back. He spent half an hour between your legs, licking and fingering you, moaning with you as if he was getting pleasure from it as well, which he was. 

Once the both of you were cleaned up you fell asleep in his bed with his arms firmly around you. The next morning you both smiled at each other, not exactly shy but still hesitant to talk about what had happened. Spencer knew that was the right moment to ask you, but he couldn’t. He wanted you, all of you. He wanted you to be his girlfriend, then eventually his fiancee, and eventually his wife.  

He was head over heels in love. 

And when you kissed him sweetly, nothing like the sex-fuelled kisses from the night before, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. 

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“W-what happened?” Spencer asked, signalling to the bandage on your arm. 

“A bullet grazed me,” you shrugged. 

“A-are you okay?” he asked. 

“Fine,” you gritted out. You didn’t look at him, in fear of catching a glimpse of those damn puppy-dog eyes. 

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As Spencer apologised to Lila, you searched the house. 

The house was big, too big for one person to live here but you digressed. As you searched you gave yourself a moment to think over the events of the past 48 hours. 

“Who’re you?” A blonde woman asked from her seat at the vanity. 

“Who’re you?” you asked, pulling your gun. “Spencer!”

You could hear Spencer and Lila running to you. 

For the second time that night, you were on the floor bleeding. Great. The police officers out front started running into the house as Spencer reached you. She’d hit you in your chest. 

“Shit,” Spencer cursed. He pulled out his phone and called an ambulance. The officers took down Maggie and you were rushed to hospital. 

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Hours and hours of surgery later, you were awake with Spencer’s hand in yours. 

“Hi,” he smiled softly. 

“Hi.”

“I’m so sorry,” he sighed. “I was so stupid, I shouldn’t have let you walk away like that. I’m so sorry-”

“It’s alright,” you smiled. “I’m glad things worked out between you and Lila.”

Spencer’s face dropped. “I don’t want Lila. I want you. I’m in love with you. I only want you.”

Your heart sped up, you could hear it on the monitor. Both you and Spencer laughed. 

“Good. I’m in love with you too," you smiled once your laughter had subsided.  

He leaned down and kissed you softly. 

The fifth kiss. 

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You are the best thing that's ever been mine

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!PoseidonCabin!Reader

summary: You and Clarisse have been anonymous pen pals and when identities are revealed it all goes south

warnings: swearing, slight angst, fluff, Clarisse is kinda a bitch at first, not proof read

a/n: I hope this is what you wanted! I added a little twist to it, I hope that's ok. I may have self projected just a bit, the request didn't say a specific cabin so l put mine. Yes I'm a cabin 3 girlie. I had to write in the catradora line, it would’ve bothered me if I didn't take the opportunity. Best wing girl award goes to… Amaris! Amaris is in cabin 6 aka Athena btw. I actually had a lot of fun writing Amaris and Y/n's friendship hehe. Also if you’d like to listen to the song while reading there’s a link below :)

Mine by Taylor Swift

You and Clarisse have been anonymous pen pals for a couple months now. You accidentally left a note you had written where you talked about your favorite book which coincidentally was Clarisse's too and ever since you both have been leaving notes for each on the very same spot every day, every few days or even every week. You don't like Clarisse because she bullies other campers and Clarisse doesn't like you because you're one of the only people who have actually stood up to her, at least, that’s what she tells herself.

You watch as Clarisse shoved Percy then proceeded to push him on the floor with a frown. You walk up to Clarisse after you watched the girl walk away from Percy, "Leave the new kid alone princess. Quit being a bitch," You hiss as you cross your arms. Clarisse's brows furrow, "Did you just call me a bitch?" She takes a threatening step towards you, "Why don't you come closer and say that again?" Her tone is challenging.

You stepped closer to the girl and looked up at Clarisse, "Quit being a bitch princess.” You said the word ‘princess’ in the same mocking tone you always did. Clarisse's eyes flash with anger and she lunges forward, grabbing your shirt and pulling you close so your faces are inches apart. You gave her a smug smile before your smile shifted into a smirk and ignored the hammering of your heart, "What? You gonna kiss me or something princess?" You teased.

A scowl settles on Clarisse's features when she feels her cheeks flush and she roughly shoves you away from her, "You're so fucking infuriating" She spits. You give her another smug smile as you shrug, "I try" then you turn around and leave. Clarisse watches you go with a mix of frustration and satisfaction. She turns around, muttering under her breath about you before heading back to her cabin.

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The next day, you walked around the library and went to grab the note in your favorite book but before you could, Clarisse snatched the book from you. Her eyes are wide and she looks nervous like she’s hiding something. "What are you doing?" Clarisse demands, holding the book against her chest protectively. "Why does it matter Clarisse?" You said, rolling your eyes before reaching out towards the book, "Give me the book."

"No." Clarisse crosses her arms over the book, "You’re just trying to sneak a peek at my notes." She hisses, taking a step closer to you as her eyes narrowed. You looked at the Ares girl with wide eyes like you had just seen a ghost, "Your notes?..." You asked softly. Clarisse finally lets out a small sigh, her eyes still narrowed as she watches you, "Yeah, my notes." She nods, "Why are you so interested in them anyways?" Her brow furrows in confusion.

"Clarisse... I'm the one who’s been writing you," You replied softly, thinking about everything you’ve talked about and how sweet the Ares girl was in contrast to her normal demeanor. Clarisse's eyes widened in surprise, and she took a step back, "What?" She stammers, looking at you like you've grown another head. She glances down at the book in her arms, then back up to you, "You've... been writing me?"

You nod, "I mean if you've been writing notes and leaving them in that book then yes," You point to the book in Clarisse's arms. Clarisse looks at the book then back up to you, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Oh," She mutters, running her fingers through her hair, seemingly at a loss for words. She looks conflicted about the whole thing before she decides to do what she does best in these type of situations, run. After a moment, Clarisse clears her throat, "I have to go," then she shoves the book in your hands before quickly taking her leave.

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You tried to find Clarisse to talk to her but you couldn't find the girl anywhere. You’d catch a glimpse of her at times but the minute you’d try to walk over to her, she's gone. After a while of the same dance, you’ve realized she’s been avoiding you and it was driving you crazy. All you can think about is how sweet the girl was to you when you both didn't know who the other was. You always found the Ares girl attractive and had a little crush on her but that little crush grew into something bigger once you realized that she was the one you were writing the whole time.

You’re currently with your best friend, Amaris, laying in her bed as you talk. "Am, I can't stop thinking about her," You sighed. Amaris looks at you, a small smile playing on her lips. "You mean the girl who's been avoiding you for two weeks?" She teases gently. "Well, maybe it's time to confront her then." You look at Amaris with wide eyes, "That's like the worst advice you could give me when it comes to Clarisse," You mumble, "Who knows how she'll react.” Amaris shrugs, propping her chin on her hand. "So you can keep stewing in uncertainty, or you can take the plunge and see what happens. Either way, you're not going to stop thinking about her until you try."

You look at Amaris, still uncertain. "What would I even say to her?" Amaris grins mischievously, "How about ‘I know you’ve been avoiding me for a while, but I can't stop thinking about you.' Something like that should get her attention." You laugh softly, "Yeah that could get her attention I guess. Maybe a fist to the face too if she's generous enough." “Well, you know what they say, 'Nothing ventured, nothing gained'." Amaris winks, clearly enjoying teasing you. "And hey, maybe she'll surprise you. You never know with her." You nod, "I'll try to talk to her tonight at the bonfire."

"Good luck. You're gonna need it," Amaris says playfully. "Don't forget to let me know how it goes." You blew a kiss to Amaris, "Thanks. I will Am," then you hug her before leaving the Athena cabin. With a smile, Amaris watches as you leave. She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, knowing that things might get interesting tonight.

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That night, you muster up all the courage you can and head to the bonfire. The air is filled with laughter and music as campers gather around, enjoying each others company. As you approach the bonfire, you see Amaris chatting with a group of other campers. She notices you and gives you a small wave before turning back to her friends. Taking a deep breath, you make your way over to her. You put your hand on Amaris' shoulder and smile, "Hey Am." Amaris turns to look at you, her face softening into a warm smile. "Hey Y/n," she replies, gesturing for you to join the group.

You smile as you greet Amaris' friends before looking back at her, "Girl, who are you trying to impress today?" You tease, "You look hot." Amaris rolls her eyes, but can't help but smile as she replies, "I always look good babes and you look pretty damn hot yourself." She nudges you gently, a mischievous glint in her eye. You grin, gently nudging the girl back, "Flattery will get you no where Am." Amaris raises an eyebrow at you, clearly enjoying the playful banter between the two of you. "Well then," she says with a grin, "Maybe I should start thinking about upping the ante."

You look at Amaris, giving her a playful apologetic look. "Sorry babes, my heart belongs to another." Amaris laughs lightly, the sound filling the air. "Ah yes, I remember hearing about that certain someone." She teases. "Have you seen her?" You shake your head, "Not yet. Have you?" Amaris shrugs her shoulders, "I saw her head to the bathroom with some of the Ares kids. I think she went to give the new kid their welcome gift." You frown at that, “You think she’d learn her lesson after Percy.” "You gonna go find your knight in shining armor?" Amaris says with a mischievous grin.

You sigh softly, "Yeah, I might go look for her in a bit." Amaris smiles warmly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well remember, when you do, don’t forget to let me know. l'd love to hear all about it." She takes a sip of her drink and adds casually, "Good luck." You nod, "I know, I know. Thanks Am." Amaris waves her hand dismissively, a small smile playing on her lips. "Always," She says before gently nudging you and gesturing at something, "The princess has arrived." You turn to look at what Amaris gestured to and see Clarisse. Your heart skips a beat as you take in how beautiful the girl looks.

Clarisse wore a red crop top and black cargo pants. You couldn’t help but think the girl looked absolutely breathtaking, she always did. Amaris looks at you with a smug grin, "Careful lovergirl, you might start drooling," She teases. You turn to look at Amaris, blushing softly as you roll your eyes, "Shut up." Amaris bursts out laughing, shaking her head at you playfully. "All right, all right," She chuckles, taking another sip of her drink. "Go talk to your princess then." You look at Amaris, uncertain, "I'm beginning to think this is a bad idea Am. What if she makes fun of me?"

Amaris rolls her eyes, "And how is that different from any other day? Just go talk to her." You nod and take a deep breath, walking over to Clarisse before you can change your mind again, "Hey princess." Despite all the other times you've called her princess, this one came out soft, not mocking like it usually does. Clarisse sighs before looking up at you with a raised eyebrow, "What do you want?" She asks bluntly. "You," You reply casually before blushing when you realize what you said. "I mean you cause I want to talk to you," You stutter out.

Clarisse can't help but smirk at your blush and stuttering. "Well, aren't you sweet?" She says sarcastically. "I don't want to talk to you." You frown, slightly hurt by her words, "Just answer one question and I'll leave you alone. Please." Clarisse narrows her eyes at you, "What's the question?" She asks warily. "Why have you been avoiding me?" You ask softly. Clarisse sighs again, clearly not expecting that question. She shrugs lightly, trying to play it off casually. "I wasn't avoiding you. Just, you know... busy training."

"Bullshit," You reply. "Every time I see you and try to talk to you, you disappear." Clarisse rolls her eyes. "Look, I don't want to talk about it. So just leave me alone." She says firmly, turning away from you. You frown, "Clarisse just tell me the truth.” "The truth? Fine," Clarisse snaps, turning back to face you with fire in her eyes. "I was avoiding you because I'm not interested in some pathetic little crush you have on me," She shouts, the words coming out harsher than she intended. You felt your heart shatter and tears well up in your eyes.

Clarisse's eyes widen and she internally winces at the sight of you trying to hold back tears. For a moment, she feels a pang of guilt, but quickly pushes it aside. You look around, feeling eyes on you before looking back at Clarisse. "Ok… got it. I’ll leave you alone" and with that you walk away from the Ares girl. You kept walking even as you heard Amaris call out for you and left the bonfire. Clarisse's eyes narrow at Amaris, she felt a pang of jealousy course through her which changed to satisfaction as she watched you ignore her and continue walking. Amaris turns to Clarisse and walks over to her, "What the fuck did you say to her?" She said, glaring at the Ares girl.

Clarisse shrugs nonchalantly. "I told her to leave me alone," she explains. "I'm clearly not interested in being friends with her." She takes a sip of her drink, unfazed by Amaris' glare. Amaris rolls her eyes, "Me and you both know that's total bullshit La Rue," she spat before adding, "I've seen the way you look at her, even before you realized she was the one writing you." Clarisse's expression becomes cold and defensive. "What are you talking about?" she asks sharply. "I don't look at her like anything." She steps closer to Amaris, their eyes locked in a fierce stare down.

Amaris looks up at Clarisse, seething at her. "Cut the shit Clarisse. I know you like her, it's so obvious. You stare at her as if you were in love with her." A small spark of irritation flashes in Clarisse's eyes. She's not used to people seeing through her. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "If you must know, yes, I do have feelings for her." "You two are fucking stupid. You don't want to admit you like her, she can't and won't believe you like her no matter how many times I tell her," Amaris adds. "Stop being a fucking jackass and go find her. Y/n is one of the sweetest girls I know and she’s madly in love with you. You'd be fucking dumb as fuck to pass up the opportunity to be with a girl as amazing as her."

Clarisse is taken aback by Amaris' words. She can't deny that she feels something for you but she's not used to expressing her emotions in such a vulnerable way. "You're right," she says, taking a deep breath. Amaris grins, "Of course I'm right, I'm always right. Now get the fuck out of here. Y/n's probably by the river near cabin 3." Nodding, Clarisse heads out towards the river, her heart pounding in anticipation. She's nervous but determined to express her feelings to you. After a brief walk, Clarisse spots you sitting by the river, you head bowed as you dangle your feet in the water. Clarisse approaches cautiously, clearing her throat to get your attention.

You turn around to face Clarisse with a tear stained face, your eyes widening when you realize it's the Ares girl. Clarisse's heart sinks at the sight of you. She knows she's the reason for your pain, and it hurts her deeply. "Y/n," Clarisse says softly, taking a seat next to you on the riverbank. "I just wanted to apologize for earlier." She swallows hard, feeling her cheeks redden a bit. "I... I might have been a bit harsh with you." You look at Clarisse, giving her an unimpressed look. "Oh you think?" You snap sarcastically. Clarisse internally winces at your harsh tone, but she understands your anger. "I guess I deserved that," she says, hanging her head in shame. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have treated you like that."

You look away from her and towards the river, thinking for a moment before turning back to Clarisse. "Gonna have to come up with something better than that." Clarisse takes a deep breath, gathering her courage. "Y/n, I'm really sorry for how I acted earlier," she says, looking into your eyes earnestly. "I was wrong to treat you that way. You mean a lot to me and I hope you'll give me another chance to make it up to you." "You know it's funny cause Amaris would tell me you liked me back all the time but I never wanted to confess because I knew there was no way l'd ever have a chance with you. I guess I was right," You said as you wiped tears off your face.

Clarisse frowns, Amaris told her this but hearing it from you somehow made it worse. How could you believe you'd never have a chance with her? "But you do have a chance Y/n," she replied, adding, "Don't you get it? I love you. I've always have." You look at Clarisse with wide eyes, "Then why did you avoid me like I was the plague? Why didn't you say that back at the bonfire?" You ask softly, like you’re scared that you might scare the Ares girl away. Clarisse swallows hard as she avoided your gaze. "I-I didn't know how to react back then. All my life, I've hidden my vulnerability just so l wouldn't seem weak to my father...and I know that's obviously no excuse for my behavior but that’s why. I'm so so sorry Y/n. I never meant to hurt you.”

You look away from Clarisse again and think about something before speaking up. "Just promise me you'll try to be more vulnerable with me in the future Clar,” you say softly before turning back to the Ares girl. Clarisse's eyes widened in surprise at your request. She didn't know if she could make such a promise, but she knew she wanted to try for you. "I promise I'll try Y/n." You smile softly in response and stay silent, taking in how beautiful the Ares girl looked under the moonlight. Clarisse gazed back at you with an intensity that made your heart flutter. "You're so beautiful angel," She murmured softly. Your soft smile turned into a grin at the compliment and you could feel butterflies forming in your stomach.

"And you're gorgeous princess," You mumbled just as soft. Clarisse's cheeks flushed at your compliment. "Thank you," she whispered, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She moved closer to you, unable to resist the urge to be more near you. Your eyes flickered between Clarisse's eyes and her lips. You resisted the urge to lean in, still scared of the possibility of scaring the Ares girl away. Clarisse sensed your hesitation, but she didn't want to push you away. She wanted to be close to you, to feel the warmth of your presence. "Can I kiss you angel?" She asked softly. You nod immediately, leaning in just a bit to meet Clarisse half way.

Clarisse's heart was racing as your lips met in a soft, tentative kiss. It was unlike any kiss she had ever experienced before; filled with tenderness and vulnerability that she had never allowed herself to show. She deepened the kiss, feeling warmth spreading through her body. You return the kiss with a soft smile, feeling like your heart is beating out of your chest. Clarisse's hands moved up to cup your face, her fingers tangling in your hair as she lost herself in the kiss. It was like a spark had ignited inside of her, and she couldn't get enough.

You pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily, "Does this mean we're dating now?" You asked softly, trying to hide your hopeful tone of voice. Clarisse rolled her eyes at you but she couldn’t hide the smile on her face, "Yes," she replied simply. “We're dating dumbass." She leaned in to kiss you again, but paused, looking into your eyes. "I know it's probably too early for this but I already said it so fuck it... I love you Y/n." You look at Clarisse with adoration in your eyes and grin, "I love you too Clarisse," then you closed the distance and pulled her into another kiss.

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CASUAL part 2

see part one here.

modern!incel!asshole! eddie x fem!reader

It’s 7 in the morning. Eddie is seen doom-pacing in the halls of Hawkins High.

a/n: i promised y’all part 2 so here ya go. let’s make him pay. 💋 also shout out to @love-anonymous-writer for bringing this universe to life. a little angst here and there is good for the soul <3

who got the last laugh?

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“Please respond…please respond…please respond…”

The soles of Eddie’s shoes slam against the tiles of Hawkins High as he rushes to your locker. Meanwhile his entire soul has left his body.

You didn’t answer any of his phone calls. All the texts he sent you were left on read. Having been so accustomed to your instant replies, Eddie essentially catapulted himself into a full-blown panic last night when he saw the ominous text you sent him...and the nothingness from you that followed soon after.

The crickets of Forrest Hills that taunted his eardrums later that night served as a vengeful metaphor of the brick wall you built between you and him. The girl who once gave him everything has now started giving him nothing. You’re nowhere, but everywhere. It’s like you’ve become a ghost.

When he sees you, color drains from Eddie’s guilty face. You look so beautiful today, hair curled down to the small of your back, a nice simple dress and some slippers, with makeup ever so gracefully applied. A class act, even when plagued with the utmost disrespect.

“Hi," he says to you as he approaches.

“Hi.”

As far as Munson knows, he no longer exists to you. He's a shadow now, a carapace of a boy you used to love 'cuz now — after hearing what you heard in his trailer — you know he's not the same boy that made you feel all the butterflies. That boy is long gone. You even start to wonder if that version of Eddie even existed.

“C-can we talk, please?” he requests.

“What’s to talk about?” you challenge him, stoically. “Don’t wanna annoy you with my rambling.”

“You never annoy me…” he attempts as you mindlessly comb through your locker for your homeroom notebook.

“Mm.”

You were casual about it. Too casual about it.

“You… uh…” he clears his throat. “You made me cookies yesterday?”

“Yeah,” you shrug. “I was at your door for quite a while so you must’ve been busy. Cookies were taken care of though.”

“I see…” Eddie mutters as the pieces all start coming together.

He thinks about how he always leaves his windows cracked open. His uncle would whoop his ass if he hot-boxed the trailer again, so it became a habit. But the trailer park is small, and on certain afternoon, if someone from a nearby unit had dropped a pin, Eddie would hear it. Suddenly, fear arises in him.

Surely, you didn't hear everything he and The Boys™️ said. He had his headphones on and he couldn't have possibly been that loud, could he? Unless technology failed him again.

The warning bell sounds throughout the halls and you excuse yourself from the narrative. Eddie tags after you like a lost puppy, nearly tripping on his shoelaces along the way.

"W-wait!"

The first class of the morning is homeroom. A class you unfortunately shared with Eddie, Grant, and Harmony.

You didn't want to see any of their faces. Eddie's face would serve as a reminder of how fake and construed the fucker is. Grant's would remind you of how insignificant you were to the guys (despite how welcomed they made you feel at the start). And Harmony. Harmony's beautiful face — with a body far too developed for a girl in her grade to match — would only remind you of the fact that the girl didn't inherently do anything to you... other than be beautiful and get caught in the crossfire of horny, greasy teenage boys.

It’s a fucking mess.

You swallow hard and keep your chin up regardless. Because what other choice do you have? You either feign your confidence or let irrelevant boys crush it.

You continue strutting over to your seat as Eddie trails behind at a measurable distance. Along the way, you inevitably run into the Junior Queen of Hawkins High herself, Harmony Heathers.

Harmony issues you a sweet smile. You smile back at her in return. And you didn't even need to turn your back to know that Eddie most likely did a double-take when sliding past her.

The late bell rings, indicating the start of class.

“Okay,” your homeroom teacher Mrs. Helleck exhales as she clasps her hands together. “Good morning everybody. For Red Ribbon Week this week, we’re gonna be doing a group project. Worth 20-percent of your grade.”

The class erupts in agonistic groans while Mrs. Helleck attempts to calm them down. You feel Eddie’s gaze burn into you, indicative to the fact that he was looking forward to using you again like he always seems to do. This time around it would be for a grade instead of a two-pump fuck. But you had something else in mind.

“You will be doing a presentation,” Helleck continues. “With a partner of your choice. Your job is to create a slogan along with a list of reasons why you should stay away from drugs.”

“Drugs Instead of Hugs,” Grant mutters to Eddie.

The general vicinity collectively praises his lukewarm wannabe 4-Chan edged joke.

You roll your eyes while your poor homeroom teacher tries to proceed with her instructions, despite the immature snickers.

“You will be presenting with your partner on Friday. Do not wait until last minute to do this assignment please. Deadlines catch up to you fast.”

Mrs. Helleck makes her way over to you.

Like Dungeons and Dragons, everyone in the class is assigned a “classroom role”. You’re the leader of the pack, the ‘foreman’, to which you never understood because up until today you never had the confidence to call the shots. The alphabet has never been on your side anyways.

“Now dear,” your teacher smiles down at you. “Since your last name starts with an A, you get first choice. Who would you like to work with?”

Eddie’s gaze is extra fixated on you now. It gives you a greater deal of satisfaction than tossing those cookies ever did. It was you who had the reigns now, instead of those woman-patronizing incels.

You start to smile connivingly, to which the guys start to gulp over. You can tell they’re putting two and two together, their two brain cells collectively working over time to discover that you had a delicious upper-cut up your sleeve.

It’s the very least they can do. If they wanted to taint your name to smithereens in your absence, you’re sure as hell going to give them something else to lose their minds about in Math 3.

And when all eyes are fixated on you, you tilt your chin up to project your voice. You want to make sure everyone, especially Grant and Eddie, hear you loud and clear when you sinisterly announce,

“I pick Harmony.”

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Kiss Me With Your Eyes Closed (Sejanus Plinth x Reader)

Summary: (Y/N) is the victor of the 9th Hunger Games and the beloved girlfriend of Coriolanus Snow, though she’s secretly in love with his best friend (in this au the hunger games progressed more quickly, for example mentors were already present before the 10th games etc etc). title inspired by Hot Freaks’ Puppy Princess!

Warnings: not much rlly tbh, a wee bit of angst but mostly FLUFFY FLUFFFFF. might write a smutty sequel if this does well (or just if i feel like it lol) but even then it would be more fluffy smut, like sweet love making rather than getting absolutely railed lmao yk? (i probably will so stay tuned if u like this and lmk if u wanna be tagged!)

spoiler free apart from references to coriolanus x lucy gray!!

ok actually it is a pretty good amount of angst nvm lmao

Word count: 2k

You sigh as you run your fingers over the tattered poster, so shiny and new only a year before, reading the now barely legible words. (Y/N) (L/N) Victory Tour, In Honor of the 9th Hunger Games, Arriving Soon in Your District. You remember your victory tour all too well. Despite the traumas you had endured as a victor, you’re grateful for how far you’ve come. Sure, you still have nightmares of your games every now and again, yet even still you have the best fate a girl from District 3 could ever hope for - you had fallen in love with a boy from the Capitol.

From an outsider’s perspective, it was the perfect love story. A doomed romance from the beginning; star crossed lovers, one might say, a Capitol boy and a District girl. When you had arrived at the Capitol for the 9th Hunger Games, near certain you had no chance of winning, your dashing mentor Coriolanus Snow had immediately taken a liking to you. He took you under his wing and coached you through your games, and when you had miraculously emerged victorious and returned to the Capitol, he decided that he wanted you for his own, and who were you to say no? Not even a few weeks before, you were just another girl from District 3, completely unknown, barely scraping by. Now you had been thrust suddenly into a lavish lifestyle with a handsome suitor to boot, adored by all of Panem; the nation’s sweetheart. After your games, you could have left it all behind. Sure, you would never be granted total anonymity being a victor, but you could have gone back to your beaten down home in District 3 and lived a relatively quiet life. After all, it’s not like the Snows had the finances to buy your freedom from your district and turn you into a full fledged Capitol citizen.

But the Plinths did.

You never particularly enjoyed Strabo Plinth as a person, but you couldn’t help but be grateful to him for what he had done for you. You had, however, immediately taken a liking to his caring wife, as well as his juxtaposition of a son, Sejanus, who clearly took more after his mother. In contrast to your rugged, analytical lover, Sejanus was gentle, complex. The two of you had become fast friends while Coriolanus had helped you prepare for the games.

And so before you knew it, this was your new life. At first you were anxious, concerned that your becoming a Capitol citizen and Coriolanus associating so intimately with a girl from the Districts would be seen as an act of rebellion and put you both in danger. However Coriolanus assured you that the nation loved you, both as an individual and as a couple. Sure, it was unexpected, yeah, it broke the (admittedly unwritten) rules, but that’s what made it oh-so fun to watch. Because at the end of the day, the games weren’t a competition - they were a show, and everyone loved an underdog.

There was only one minor flaw. You had fallen in love with a boy from the Capitol, yes, but it wasn’t the one you had so publicly given your heart to.

Your relationship with Coriolanus was practical, and that was about the only positive thing you could truthfully say about it. Neither of you were particularly wealthy or powerful individually, but together, you had potential. If you could keep all of Panem tuned in to your epic love story, you could almost certainly ensure mutual survival. You offered Coriolanus the opportunity to be known as not only a mentor to a victor, but a lover as well. And though nearly a year later his eyes had started to wander, the dapper blond had been quite infatuated with you when the courtship had begun, and Coriolanus was notoriously possessive. While his family was in the midst of financial hardship at the current moment, becoming a Capitol resident gave you the opportunity to get by still much more comfortably than you had in your impoverished home district. And who knew what volatility Coriolanus was capable of if you had rejected his advances? You had been coaxed into this very moment and had no other option but to grin and bear it. After all, all the girls you knew back home would kill to be in your position. A handsome sweetheart, financial stability courtesy of the Plinths, and the whole country all but worshiping you. Coriolanus Snow had offered you not only fame and fortune, but more importantly, security. Safety, in return for your undying affection.

Coriolanus was sweet at first. Charming, for sure. He was certainly attractive, yet he had never really had much of an effect on you. Maybe it was simply intuition. Or maybe it was the fact that he could never compare to his best friend, Sejanus Plinth.

Kind, pure Sejanus. The type of boy that, unlike Coriolanus Snow, truly made your head spin. The chemistry between you and Sejanus was unspoken, yet undeniable. However, you had already reluctantly sworn yourself to Coriolanus, and knew running off with his best friend would certainly put both you and your not so secret admirer in a treacherous situation. Sejanus Plinth was a risk you simply couldn’t afford to take.

What stung the most was that in any other situation, it could have worked. Sejanus was certainly more wealthy and influential than Coriolanus, not that that was what truly mattered to you. If you had been just a bit more fortunate, you could have had the boy you truly loved as your mentor and still have the same security and more that you were now so gracefully granted, if you had simply found your way to Sejanus before Coriolanus had set his sights on you and claimed you as his own. But unfortunately for you, your current romantic relationship was one built upon the grounds of survival rather than love.

If you were fully honest with yourself, you never truly loved Coriolanus - well, not romantically, at least. There was once a time where you had loved him as a dear friend, but in the time you had known him, he had become cruel and vitriolic. You knew from the start that he had always had it in him to become this way, though you had always naively hoped that he wouldn’t, that he would control himself, but the poison within his soul had soon taken over his cold, uncaring heart. He had become hardened by the misfortune of his family and gradually more complaisant in the ways of the Capitol, as well as secretly resentful of the great fortune of his supposed best friend and honorary brother Sejanus.

Now just over a year since you had met, the 10th Hunger Games were nearing to start. You had heard the whispers of Coriolanus sneaking around with his newest mentee, your replacement in more ways than one, Lucy Gray Baird; however it never bothered you. Lucy Gray knew that your relationship with Coriolanus was nothing more than a facade, and the two of you had become unlikely friends. You weren’t sure just how much of his affections for Lucy Gray were genuine, or how much was motivated by a desire to flatter her in an attempt to gain another victor to further his own career. Though Coriolanus’s mood was recently heightened by his new lover, he was still resentful of being assigned such an impoverished district for two years in a row and was prone to fits of rage over this perceived insult. While your home of District 3 was never much of a spectacle, Lucy Gray’s District 12 was miraculously even more down trodden, the poorest district of them all. You couldn’t help but wonder if this assignment was actually made to compliment Coriolanus, to show that if he could made a diamond in the rough out of you, that perhaps he could do the same for Lucy Gray.

As you sit alone in Coriolanus’s bed, still running your fingers gingerly along the photograph, you hear a knock at the door.

“Sejanus?”

“Oh, hey. Is Coryo around?”

You shake your head. “He’s out right now.”

Sejanus’s jaw tightens at your response. “With her?”

You nod unenthusiastically and can see the disgust and anger wash over his face as he makes his way over to you.

“It’s not her fault, Sejanus. She’s actually really sweet.”

He sits down on the bed next to you, careful to leave enough space between the two of you as to not make you uncomfortable. “I know it’s not. It’s his. Does it really not bother you at all?”

“Not particularly.”

He chuckles to himself. “You’re better than me, (Y/N). I don’t know how you put up with it. If I truly loved someone, it would kill me to see them with someone else.” He’s subtle, but you can tell exactly what he’s implying.

“Well good thing I don’t have to see it.”

“Fair enough.”

Sejanus looks sympathetically at you for a second, blissfully unaware that his kind, beautiful brown eyes are making you melt, before noticing the poster in your hand.

“Is that-”

“Yep.” You shiver, remembering your games, the things you saw… “I don’t think it ever occurred to him, the things I had to do in there.”

“It occurred to me.” He gently places his shaky hand on your knee, carefully surveying your expression to make sure you’re okay with the contact, to which you nod slightly, nearly involuntarily. “Look, I’ll say it since no one else in this screwed up place will, I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

You bite your lip, feeling butterflies in your stomach once again as he gives you that look and it takes everything in you not to lean in and kiss him right then and there. Your boyfriend could come home any moment, after all, and you quickly compose yourself, breaking Sejanus’s gaze. “It’s okay. I won. It’s the Hunger Games. It’s an honor.”

He inches carefully closer to you before speaking up again, his deep voice barely above a whisper. “(Y/N), you don’t have to pretend around me.”

You shake your head in denial. “I’m not pretending.”

“Then why haven’t I seen that light in your eyes that I love so much since you’ve left the arena? Why don’t you care that he’s always off with Lucy Gray? Why are the rules different for you than they are for him?”

And suddenly it hits you all at once. Sejanus is right. If Coriolanus is sneaking around with your friend everyday, even when they aren’t training, then what’s to stop you from doing the same to him? What do you owe him when all he’s ever done is keep you like a bird in a cage?

You don’t stop yourself, you don’t even think as you lean in and kiss Sejanus. He gets over the initial shock quickly and melts into it, cradling your body in his arms and pulling you in by the small of your back. You both pull away at the same time, not quite sure what’s gotten into you, but whatever it is, you like it.

“Coriolanus has never kissed me like that.”

“Go figure.”

His nerves kick in once again as he starts to stutter an apology before you shut him up by kissing him softly again.

“Since I first got to the Capitol… Sejanus, nothing here has felt right, except for you.”

“I could say the same about you,” he muses as he leans in once again, kissing you slow, both of you pretending the moment could last forever. If only…

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Take Care

Castiel & child/teen reader (platonic obviously)

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you and Castiel protect each other over the years (reader is like 9-13, it’s up for interpretation)

The angels had felt threatened by your very existence ever since they’d found out about you. But not Castiel.

Your origin was a mystery, but you had abilities that scared most angels, and any hunter. You could sense angelic presence and exorcize angels from their human vessels with just one touch. To most of heaven’s forces, that made you a threat.

But not to Cas. Cas protected you from the other angels, and for lack of a better term he was your friend.

So when Cas became a human and was on the run from heaven, you wanted to do all you could to help him. However, he insisted on going it alone, but he let you keep tabs on him as long as you didn’t tell the Winchesters.

You kept your word, and you were just going to pay a visit to your favorite ex-angel when you sensed angels nearby. The feeling was strong; too strong. There had to be a lot of angels nearby, which couldn’t be good for Cas, aka heaven’s most wanted. You rushed to the abandoned bus that Castiel was sleeping in, only to find your friend surrounded by angels.

You didn’t even speak. The moment you stepped onto the bus, you laid your hands on any Angel that dared venture near you, exorcizing them instantly.

The fight was over almost before it started, and you were left with a lot of confused empty vessels and Cas staring at you in surprise.

“I…” faced with so many people, you suddenly weren’t sure what to do. “Take care, Cas.”

And you took off running.

…

Your powers were failing you. Or maybe you were failing your powers.

Either way, you were currently locked away in Metatron’s basement with no hope of escape. He had your hands locked in special cuffs that surrounded your whole hand, so that it was impossible to make skin-on-skin contact, the only way for you to exorcise angels.

You’d tried every trick you knew to get out, but to no avail. Finally, you went to your last resort.

“Cas,” you began. “I…I didn’t want to call for you, because this is…this is gonna be really dangerous. But I need your help. Now that you’ve got your grace back, I figure maybe you’ve got a shot at helping me. Metatron’s got me at his…I don’t know, his headquarters I guess, in the basement.” You took a deep breath. “Cas,” your voice cracked. “Cas I need yo—“

“Do you really think your little angel friend can save you?” Metatron laughed as he sauntered down the stairs. “You’re gonna stay down here as long as I want you here. And there’s nothing that Castiel can—“

Metatron didn’t get to finish his sentence. He was blasted across the room, and the moment his head hit the wall you saw Castiel entering the room, trench coat waving behind him.

“Y/N.” Cas’s attention was on you instantly. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m ok,” you assured him.

Within moments, Cas had the cuffs off you and was leading you up the stairs.

“Thanks,” you breathed when the two of you were far from Metatron.

“I guess this makes us even.” Cas grinned. “So don’t mention it.”

…

“Are you staying around this time?” You asked as Castiel dropped you off at the bunker.

“You’ll see me around,” Cas promised.

You took one look at the bunker door before turning around and wrapping your arms around Cas.

“Visit soon,” you urged.

Cas smiled as he reciprocated your hug.

“Take care, little one.”

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Revolt

Finn swallowed.

“Are we ready?” he asked. “Are you sure this is going to work?”

Maz looked up from the assemblage of comm gear she’d patched together, one of her lenses retracting, then they all swayed slightly as the Falcon did a three-sixty spin.

“Careful with the old girl!” Lando shouted, from the dorsal turret.

Chewbacca shouted something back from the cockpit.

“It’ll be fine, so long as Chewie keeps the violent manoeuvring to a minimum!” Maz snapped.

The sound of rapid firing guns pulsed up the turret access ways, as both Lando and Rose fired out a cascade of laserbolts from their respective turrets at TIE fighters following them.

“Aaaaa!” C-3P0 yelped. “Mister Chewbacca, please don’t do things like that!”

Another roar in Shyriiwook sounded in reply.

“I know we’d be shot down if you didn’t, you don’t have to rub it in!”

“As for how long it’ll work…” Maz added, glancing at the code cylinders. “You’ve definitely got a minute. Maybe two. What do you think the chances are of three?”

R2 whistled.

“Three is possible,” Maz agreed. “But I think the biggest question is one I can’t answer, Finn. Are you ready?”

Finn took a deep breath.

Everyone was depending on him. The whole Resistance was out there, fighting to buy him time, as the defences of Exegol spat fire up at them and as dozens of TIE fighters tried to pin them down.

Poe and BB-8 were very specifically flying cover for the Falcon, but everyone was out there.

“Let’s do it,” he said, picking up the headset, and Maz flicked three switches.

“I don’t know what you think of me,” Finn began. “I don’t know who you know me as, but… I’m pretty sure you know who I am. You’ve heard me described as FN-2187. As a member of the Resistance. As a traitor. A stormtrooper. A sanitation worker… as a failure.”

He paused.

“Maybe that’s true,” he said. “Maybe all of it’s true. I don’t know. But there’s something more important than that – something I learned from a friend. From the first friend I ever made-”

One of the sublight engines crackled and died, then Rose shouted something and Chewbacca slewed the ship away from the rest of a volley of laserbolts. Only the first few hit home, straining the shields but not overwhelming them, then Lando called advice and R2 rolled over to do something to the fuel pump.

Finn didn’t hear any of it.

“Because I am not a slave,” he said. “I’m a person, and my name is Finn. And – and I’d never really realized that before. I was a stormtrooper, and stormtroopers have been the face of the Empire, of the First Order, for decades – but we’ve always been used! We’re taken to fight, trained from childhood, and that’s wrong, and we’re made to think it’s the only way things can be – that we don’t even deserve names, just numbers.”

The shaking of the Falcon made him nearly fall out of his chair, and Maz steadied him. “The only jobs of a stormtrooper are to scare people into obeying, and to kill, and to die! The people who make us don’t care about us, they don’t care about what we do, anyone who hesitates gets reconditioned and you’re not allowed to leave. We’re made as slaves, as they try to force us to be clones, even though the original clones wanted more than anything else to be individuals. To be people. And – and, ask yourself, what do you want? What would you do with your life?”

The words were pouring out of him now, and Finn didn’t know if they made any sense. If they’d do what he wanted, what he dearly and truly hoped.

“I’m not sorry I left, because I deserve more with my life than a code,” he said. “And so do you. I have a name, and so should you. I was just a little different and they wanted to destroy me, and they’d do the same to you. They didn’t care about me, and they don’t care about you…but they care about me now. They recognize me now. They know who I am, now. And everything they’ve built depends on your willingness to be content with nothing. With obedience. With slavery. With being replaceable and anonymous.”

Maz waved at him, and Finn saw that the displays were flashing in what looked a much more urgent way.

“Listen to me, brothers, sisters!” he pleaded. “You deserve to be more! I am a person, and my name is Finn – and you are people too. I want to know your names.”

The next hit sent the Falcon rolling through a complete spin like a top, throwing Finn out of his seat, and the mixed-up pile of comm equipment flew out of place. Some of the cables snapped, parts of it caught fire, and electrical arcs snapped out into the rest of the main room.

Some of the lights went out.

“What the hell was that?” Lando shouted.

“Torpedo!” Rose replied, from the ventral turret. “I nailed it just before it hit us!”

R2 rolled calmly into the room and doused the flaming equipment with his fire extinguisher, putting out the flames, and Finn patted out some of the ones on his clothes.

“Did it work?” he asked. “Maz – did it work?”

“I don’t know, Finn, but you did all you could,” she replied. “Quickly – to the cockpit. My boyfriend could do with another pair of hands!”

“Got it,” Finn decided.

It took him only a few seconds to reach the cockpit, and he used the time to swap out earpieces.

“Poe?” he asked. “How are we doing?”

“You certainly got their attention, Finn!” Poe replied. “Half the fleet is firing at you, specifically! Chewie’s a damn good pilot, I’ll tell you that much – so far he’s dodged more than a dozen turbolaser shots! They’re using the main batteries on you, too!”

“Great, really good to know that’s happening,” Finn said, wincing. “What happens if one of them hits us?”

“Well, good news is, you’ll probably never realize it,” Poe said, then his X-wing rolled past the Falcon and did a weird kind of inverted flip before firing behind them. “That’s two more down!”

“What do you need me to do, Chewie?” Finn asked.

Chewbacca waved over at one of the banks of switches with a mumble, and Finn saw that the whole power system was straining badly to keep up with the demands being placed on it by everything that was going on.

He diverted some power from the front screens, sharing it out to everything else that needed attention, then one of the Star Destroyers closest to the superlaser refit facility blew up.

“Whoa!” he said. “What was that?”

“Don’t know, Finn!” Poe called. “I don’t think we did that!”

“Boys, listen to this!” Maz instructed, then their commlinks crackled.

“-destruction of the Forceful was a warning!” an Imperial officer said, in harsh tones. “Any attempt by Stormtroopers to launch a mutiny will be met with overwhelming force! This is your only warning!”

“That’s the First Order Allegiant General,” Maz told them.

“Well, if this doesn’t work, we can ram the Falcon down his throat!” Rose suggested. “What ship’s he on?”

A moment later, one of the other First Order Star Destroyers opened fire.

On a fellow Star Destroyer.

“This is KL-1138!” a man’s voice called out, over the same frequency. “I am a person, and my name is Kyle! Everything Finn has said is right!”

“I am Brell!” another voice declared, this time a woman. “Starting now, I am not a slave!”

The comm frequencies began to dissolve into overlapping shouts, and Finn felt like slumping over backwards.

They’d done it. Somehow-

No.

It wasn’t a mystery. It wasn’t an unknown.

It wasn’t even something he’d done, mostly.

He’d just reminded them all. They were people.

[thatoneyanderewriter]

Hide and Seek

yandere!ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: you finally escape from ethan. but somehow he knows you escape and it turns into a game he enjoys playing.

warning: yandere, obsession, kidnapping, drugging, dark themes, mentions of murder, mentions of violence(via knife).

SCREAM VI WARNINGS AHEAD!!! also if you guys enjoy this would you like a part 2 or no? also I tried to make this quick so if it’s short it’s because of that, sorry!

You were sure he wasn’t that stupid. He couldn’t have left the door unlocked on accident. Either way you were taking your chances and bolted out the door.

You don’t exactly remember how long you’ve been in his grasp but what you know for sure is that you can’t stay any longer. he had constant mood swings and they frightened you. Hell, they terrified you.

You were in the middle of a forest as cliche as it was, and you were running as fast as you could. He had some killings to do. You knew he was Ghostface and you wished you could do something to stop him.

Now that you were free you could do something. But not for a while. Not until you were certain he couldn’t find you and chase you down. And you see the city and have some hope.

“Help! Someone help! You exclaimed. You were crying and your knees were bleeding. You somehow scraped yourself.

A woman immediately calls 911 and helps your bleeding knees. “Thank you, you say. “Of course, what happened to you? She asks.

“I… you begin, but then authorities show up a few minutes in so you couldn’t explain. “She’s that missing girl, The woman said.”Are you Y/n L/n?”

You look around and make sure that Ethan wasn’t looking. “Yes, that’s me, you tell the officer. “Your family has been looking for you for a long time, The officer said.

“But, we’re in New York and my family is in woodsboro, You say. “Apparently they moved here to look for you, An officer explained.

Wow, your family loved so you much they moved to New York to come and rescue you. You sniff as a blanket was wrapped around you.

By now you assumed Ethan was well aware that you were gone and escaped. And a part of you worried he would come and take you from your family.

Or worse, do something to your loved ones. You couldn’t let that happen. But you were quickly surrounded by your friends and family. “Y/n! Tara said, your best friend.”You’re okay!”

“How long was I gone? You ask shakily. Your mother frowns.”Almost a year, honey. We’re going to find your kidnapper. Can you give us any information?”

“How do you know I… you say.”nevermind it’s sort of obvious.” Sam then hugs you and then Chad. Of course not Ethan. Anika, may she rest in pease.

Mindy had hugged you first. Everyone missed you but that part of you wasn’t getting off guard yet and isn’t feeling safe. You know he’s going to find you and will do whatever it takes.

No matter what.

Suddenly your phone gets an anonymous message. Your heart sinks as you secretly read it, you’re well aware of who sent you the message.

I’m coming for you. I know you escaped, Y/N. And when I find you, you’re not going to ever escape again.

You knew he was furious. More so angry and extremely pissed. You were terrified of what he planned on doing to get you back. Not that you wanted to go back to him. Not ever. You missed your old life.

“Are you ready to go back to your home? M/n asked. “I’m ready, You say, though you had some nervousness in your voice which was understandable to everyone around you.

Several weeks went by and so far nothing. It was making you more and more paranoid. Then that night, it happened. Something happened.

On the news there had been a new murder only apparently the person who had been unfortunately the latest victim had your name carved onto her stomach.

Why? You had no idea and you only knew because Detective Bailey informed you so. And asked you to come in to the station. You agree. Only because you know this has something to do with Ethan.

Maybe, you could tell them he’s the killer. Then snitch his plans that he had told you so he could kill you. That would certainly put you out of your misery.

You arrive at that station. “Thank you for coming in, Miss L/n, Detective Bailey said. You nodded.”I want to help in any way possible.”

You sit down as he asked you questions. You had been innocent of course. You had no relations to the victim whatsoever besides the fact you both went to the same university.

Maybe that was why Ethan had targeted her. Just for being at the same school you were. Poor girl. This was a game he wanted to play. And you were forced to play it.

You held back any sob you were hoping to spill. You couldn't handle this. You hoped Escaping would make you feel life, but turns out, only made things worse for other people. You began believing you were selfish for escaping. Which is probably how he hopes you will feel.

"Hey, everything is going to be okay, Detective Bailey assures you. "I know, you sniff, you were lying to yourself. You wouldn't be free forever. He would somehow find you. Wherever he is.

Weeks turned into months. His game continued on. Murdering and gutting innocent people, somehow leaving you a message in each murder. But he would sometimes leave you notes in order to guilt you into coming back on your own free will.

Hey, at least he wasn't planning on kidnapping you again. Or so you thought. When you were alone and vulnerable, he pounced. You finished watching your show and decided on heading to bed.

That’s when someone came from behind you and wrapped their arms around your waist, placing a hand on your mouth to not scream. “Don’t scream, He says.

You nod and he lets go, his arms still wrapped around your waist tightly. “What do you want? You say softly, more so out of fear than anything.

“You, He replies, and something is stuck inside your neck before being pulled out. “What did you do? You ask, squirming from his grip. “Nothing much, He replies.

Then suddenly, you blacked out.

[sodaabaa]

boss

jason todd x reader reader is eager to work with the redhood, he's not so thrilled about it.

“GCPD’s got a suspect for the Red Hood, thought you’d be interested.” 

I almost lost my shit. For months I’ve been tracking the Red Hood, fascinated by his methods to deter crime in Gotham... which is near impossible but he somehow managed to do it. 

“Stop lying.” I said to Cindy, one of the forensic scientists at the GCPD, my inside source, also my best friend. 

“I heard it was a tip from some anonymous caller. Called the hotline and gave the name ‘Jason Todd,’ swearing he was the Red Hood.” 

“I’ll be there in ten.” I replied and hung up the phone. 

I rushed to my small closet, stumbling over the clutter of the studio apartment. Being a rookie lawyer left me no time to clean, cook, or do anything outside of researching cases and being the firm’s errand girl. 

I grabbed my nicest pant suit, a navy blue suit and a silky white undershirt. I brushed through my hair as fast as I could and then grabbed my briefcase, bolting out the front door. I was finally gonna meet him. 

“What are you doing here, you’re not allowed back here.” 

I looked behind me where a cop stood, probably the one who made the arrest.

“I’m his attorney.” I lied.

“He didn’t ask for no lawyer.” He said gruffly.

“Well I’m here and he’s my client. I’d like to speak with him.” I held my ground. I was not about to let a beat cop rob me of my chance to meet Gotham’s most notorious vigilante.

The cop rolled his eyes but unlocked the door regardless. 

“You’ve got twenty minutes.” 

“Actually, since there isn’t much evidence, you’ve got only 48 hours to keep him here.” 

The cop didn’t say anything, I gave him a sly smile and braced myself before walking into the dreary room.

The door closed behind me, the man sitting in the chair didn’t even blink.

I took a seat in front of him and almost passed out from the sight of him. His hair was jet black with the exception of a small streak of white that fell in front of his deep blue eyes. His clenched jaw was strong and lips plump. Fading scars peppered his forehead and neck. His large, callused hands were handcuffed in front of him. 

He looked straight at me and it was an effort not to sink into my seat.

“Who are you?” His voice was harsh, deep like he’d just smoked a pack of cigarettes. 

“I’m your knight in shining armor.”

“...Or knight in a navy blue paint suit more like.” I joked, trying to ease the tension. 

I was met with the ever so slight curve of his lips. I’ll take it.

“I didn’t ask for a lawyer.” He replied, tilting his head to the side.

“Well now you’ve got one. I intend to keep you out of Blackgate so work with me.” 

“Why.” Not a question, a demand.

“Because you’re not a bad guy, despite what those morons out there think.” I replied earnestly.

Another smirk, accompanied with a spark in his eyes. 

“Go over the details of your arrest with me.” I said.

So we did, he told me how he got arrested and even gave an alibi for what he was doing last night when Red Hood was out. If he had an alibi, was this even the right guy? 

After going over everything, I left the room to talk with the cops who arrested him and the cops who got the tip. They still had no evidence which gave me the leeway I needed to get him out of here.

“Well detective, you don’t even have reasonable doubt let alone hard evidence. I’d like you to release my client. He’s clearly not the man you’re looking for.” I concluded.

Begrudgingly, the detective did as I asked. He gave me the handcuff keys and I thanked him for his time. 

I walked into the interrogation room with a considerable amount of pep in my step. As I walked in, I dropped the keys on the table in front of him. 

“You’re welcome.” I sang.

He looked at me through his brows and slipped his hands out of the handcuffs before I could even blink. He didn’t even look at the cuffs.

My mouth gaped but before I could say anything he got up and I stepped back, shocked at the size difference between the two of us. My average-leaning-on-small figure was dwarfed by his broad shoulders and chest, he was well over six feet. He rolled his shoulders, I had to keep myself from shuddering. I hadn’t expected this.

“Thank you” was all he said before he left the room. 

Snapping out of my daze I ran after him. By the time I got to the main lobby of the precinct, he was already gone. I ran (more like speed walked) through the people, reaching for the door and bolting outside.

I spotted him walking a few feet away.

“Hey!” I yelled. He didn’t turn.

I sprinted to get to him, “hey!” 

He stopped, sighed, and turned around.

“What?” 

“What?” I mocked. 

“I just saved your ass from going to jail and you just leave like that?” 

“What do you want.” He said, clearly annoyed.

“What I want, is to work with you. Partners. Ever since you took control of the crime ring, crime rates have plummeted and I want to help you.” I explained.

“No.” He said, making to walk away again before I grabbed his arm.

He looked down at where I had grabbed him and then back to me.

“Are you really him?” I asked.

He said nothing, but his eyes darting back to the precinct behind us gave me all the answer I needed. 

“Let me help you.” “I don’t need help.”

“You clearly did today.”

“They weren’t gonna arrest me, no evidence. I didn’t need a lawyer to explain that.” I huffed, looking up at him. “Let me be your partner.” “I work alone.” 

“‘I work alone’” I mocked. 

“Stay away from me.” He ordered.

I opened my mouth to protest again but he leaned towards me, pointing a finger in my face, “I mean it.” 

Then he turned and walked away. I was left standing on the gloomy streets of Gotham. But I’m not going to give up, I won’t stay away.

I dressed in all black, covered up from prying eyes, an attempt to blend into the night to avoid unwanted attention. The cold night air kissed my face as I walked through the neighborhood, using my phone to navigate towards Red Hood’s base. 

I miraculously made it to the area, peering over a dusty brick wall trying to avoid being seen. He wasn’t here, probably patrolling the surrounding area. 

Before I could move, a grimy hand covered my mouth and I started thrashing around.

“Boss is gonna love this one.” A thin accented voice said behind me. My eyes widened, so not only was there two grimy men grabbing hold of me, but they were also going to take me to some “boss.” I silently prayed, please don’t let me die like this, I’m a decent person, I swear I’ll be better. 

I kept thrashing around to no avail, what did I get myself into? 

One held me back while the other put a sack over my head and then the one holding me threw me over his shoulder all while I tried my hardest to fight back, kicking, punching, and screaming. 

I was thrown onto the ground and the sack was lifted off my head, but not before the two men tied my hands behind my back and my legs together in front of me. “What the hell do you want?” I yelled. 

The men merely stepped away and called someone, their “boss” probably. 

I kept trying to get out of the ropes, occasionally stopping to scream and threaten the men. 

I don’t know how much time passed before I heard footsteps behind me. I tensed up. This is really how I’m gonna die. 

I curled my knees into my chest and tucked my head in, trying to protect vital organs and my face in the case that this boss guy was gonna kick me to death.

The footsteps started again, and I lifted just my eyes to see the clunky leather boots stopped in front of me. 

“We caught her snoopin’ around the corner boss, what do you wanna do with her?” One of the men said.

He crouched down, I didn’t think it was possible to tense my entire body anymore. 

I flinched when my chin was met with cold, hard metal. My eyes widened, it was a gun. He used it to lift my chin, my eyes meeting the man in front of me. 

I let out the biggest sigh I’ve ever let out as my body relaxed. 

“It’s just you.” I said, letting my body slump against the wall. 

He turned his head to the men behind him, “get out of my sight, if you pull this shit again I’ll cut pry your eyes out of your empty heads and feed them to you.” His voice was colder than the metal of the gun. 

The men stuttered over apologies and stumbled out of the room.

The Red Hood didn’t untie me though, he merely crouched before me and cocked his head to the side. 

“Are you insane? Do you know what kind of people live in this area? You’re lucky it was my guys who took you and not some rapist creep.” His words were harsh, his voice dark. 

I smiled sheepishly and shrugged, ���I told you I want to work with you. I meant it.” 

He shook his head,  “You are insane” he said, but I could hear a twinge of amusement in his voice.

“Do you mind untying me?” I gave him an innocent look, gesturing to the ropes at my ankles.

He leaned in close, his masked face inches away from mine. An arm made its way around my body and with a swift slice of a knife, he cut the ropes binding me. He repeated the same to the ropes around my ankles. He stood up and then leaned over, wrapping a gloved hand around my arm and yanking me up. 

I yelped at the sudden movement but his hand was firm around my upper arm as he turned me to face him. I stumbled but he kept me upright.

“Why do you want to work with me so desperately?” 

“You’re the only one who truly fights for those less fortunate. The system is corrupted from the inside and frankly, the other vigilantes in Gotham aren’t any better at preventing people from getting hurt.” I said, glancing at the bat insignia on his chest.

He seemed to understand the look and paused before saying, “why do you care?” 

A lump formed in my throat, I swallowed. “I was...hurt. By someone, someone with the money and resources to keep my voice stifled. Seven months ago, you killed him. But not before making sure he suffered like all of his victims. You did what the police, what the courts, couldn’t.” 

The hand that was still around my arm lightened its grip. 

“Who?” His voice softened but I could hear the anger.

“James Holder.” My voice was barely above a whisper.

He cursed, removing his hand from my arm.

“What could you possibly help me with?” He asked.

I looked up at him, a smile forming on my lips as I replied, “I have contacts in the GCPD as well as the D.A’s office, I can get you up to date information on anyone who’s hurting people. I know my way around computers and I can protect you from the GCPD. Let me help you, I won’t let you down.” 

He considered for a moment. “Can you handle it? I’m not Batman, I kill and maim and torture. I have no tolerance for anyone who hurts innocent people. If that scares you-” “It doesn’t, I can handle it. I promise.” I cut in before he could finish. 

I could practically feel his eye roll behind that bucket of a mask.

“Fine. But don’t get in my way, you supply information, communicate with me while I patrol and you stay out of danger’s way do you understand me?” 

I hopped up in excitement and clapped my hands, “yes, yes I understand! Thank you, thank you!” I squealed. 

He let out a breath that I assume was a laugh as he shook his head, muttering to himself, she’s crazy.

Honestly, I think he’s right.

He took his helmet-mask off, ruffling a gloved hand through his hair. 

“When do I start boss? And where exactly am I going to work from?” 

He gave me a pointed look, “don’t call me boss. Jason will do.”

[automeris-io-moth]

Blood inheritance

When Hero was fifteen, they were still prideful of their family name, star-eyed and a young prodigy awaiting for what was to come, what their last name could provide for them. Hero did only knew how safety and comfort felt like. 

Not much later whispers started to travel the hallways, and those who visited their Parent for business were each time less careful to keep their matters out of earshot, out of sight, and some shadows, when perhaps it was too late for them to wander the house alone, they could spot underneath the closed doors. 

On their nineteenth birthday, Hero cried hunched over the bathroom sink, scrubbing their hands raw, cutting their nails so short it burned for the blood would not leave from underneath them. 

A year later, Hero left. 

And for a while they were comfortable living in their makeshift peace, entering the public eye as a Hero, thinking that, perhaps, enough rights would undo a wrong, living modestly, anonymously and quietly as much as their profession would allow. 

Until Villain unmasked them on national television. 

So there Hero stood, before the throne only an ego as big as their opponent would think of making in the middle of their quarters, with their hands shaking but their chin held high, meeting the other’s eyes, eyes filled with curiosity, with amusement to the situation. Hero was at a clear disadvantage, yet they seemed so determined. 

“You owe me,” Hero spoke first, breaking the silence with a declaration so filled with confidence, they felt it spill through their mouth to never return. 

Villain lifted a brow, leaning forwards in their seat. 

“You may want to change the way you speak to me if you’re lookin to get something out of here,” they answered, voice echoing through the walls of the room “I am already not that eager to help you in any way.”

Hero took a step forward, henchmen lifting their weapons before Villain ordered them to put them down. 

“You ruined everything I've worked for these last couple years. I demand protection,” 

“My protection?” Villain laughed, “Why would I ever…?” 

“Because if I go down, I will make damn sure you go down with me,” Hero answered, spitting out their words, louder that they meant, nothing that they regretted “you have no idea of what you’ve done, and if you think for a moment I won’t take any chance I have to ruin you, you would be wrong.” 

Villain leaned back again, silent for a moment.

They were egocentric, the reach of their power and mind had allowed it, but they were in no way delusional, Hero was a worthy opponent, their skill was undeniable and sometimes, Villain thought, the only thing stopping them from crossing a very clear line was their set of morals and rules, carved in stone. 

Something was up to make them waver. 

Something scared them, more than the mere fact of their identity being out in the open.

“Why do you want protection? You seem pretty capable of taking care of yourself.” 

Hero sighed. 

“I won’t tell you a thing until you swear protection to me.” 

“Not like you’re leaving me any other choice, are you?” they answered with sarcasm “I will only do it after you tell me what this protection is against.” 

“Afraid of whatever it could be?” 

“Just careful.” 

Hero took their mask off, throwing it to the throne. 

“Supervillian has been after me for a while now,” Hero answered “until you took my mask off on national tv I managed to hide pretty well, the Twilight told me they had no idea where I was, but of course, now they know my fake identity, it’s a matter of time until they get to me.” 

“Supervillian?” Villain questioned “they haven’t made an appearance in years, why would I believe they’re following what’s practically a rookie.” 

“Because I’m their child,” 

“Oh.”

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Masterlist

I'm back, exams are over for now and I finally have time to exist outside of uni.

I gonna be working in the requests this week, the parts 2 and all that, thank you for your patience :)

[softrozene]

John with a Pregnant S/O

Anonymous requested: hi there! i love your blog and i LOVE your writing! could i please request a john x female reader who’s pregnant and maybe add some fluff? after i saw the micah one i thought maybe to ask for one with john cause it was so great! one shot or head cannon whatever you’re most comfortable with! thank you so much ❤️ 

rdr2 masterlist

I hope you enjoy this one! It is really sappy at the end. There is just a tiny smidge of angst again but that’s because it’s John lol. Also since Arthur does admit in the game that he would’ve married Abigail if he didn’t fall for Mary and if Abigail hadn’t fallen for John, I made him a bit sweet on the reader.

ALSO IRRELEVANT BUT- I just witnessed a totally easy to miss encounter where John tried to cheat on Abigail with Karen and I am shooketh

Originally published on March 13, 2020

John Marston x Female Reader

Warnings: Smidge of angst and an accidental plate full of angst for Arthur lmao (I did my boy wrong), fluff, pregnancy, AU where Abigail and Jack left the gang on a bad note

Words: ~1,350

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“Darling, you need to go take a rest,” Arthur says in a low voice.

You ignore him as you scrub at his dirty clothing harder. He huffs but stays standing right beside you. You can tell he’s going to stay there until you rest but you feel like you need to move. Your anxiety is, after all, getting to you.

You are after all pregnant with John Marston’s baby. Only a select few people, one being Grimshaw, are aware or have suspicions since you are also hiding that fact. You are so terrified after hearing how he dealt with his ex-partner Abigail that you begged Arthur to lend you some of his clothing in an attempt to hide the bump.

Reluctantly, he has agreed. Only because he has the biggest soft spot for you and he’s the first person you told after you found out. You were going to tell John much sooner but then Dutch sent him and Hosea out on a mission that has taken far too long. It’s done a good job so far, the bump was hidden behind the large fabric, but it does look like you’ve gained a bit of weight. John Marston is no fool and you know he’ll comment on something about it.

“You are going to be just fine. John may be an idiot but he is an absolute fool for you. Any man in their right mind would be,” He admits with a small smile.

You glance up at the comforting words and stop your scrubbing. The hormones you are dealing with currently make you want to sob hysterically from his sweet words.

“You mean that Arthur Morgan?” You ask your voice already shaking.

He lets out a chuckle from knowing the drill. He opens up his arms and you immediately drop the clothing in the bucket of water to stand up and hug the man with all of your might. He answers your question.

“Damn right I mean it. If John so much as gives ya the wrong look for putting ya in this situation I will beat that little boy’s ass,” He states making you sniffle more as you try and stop your crying.

He allows you to pull away on your own time and when you do you stare up at him with those big grateful eyes that would make any man swoon over. Your smile makes his heartthrob and your words, despite feeling like an arrow pierced his heart, still make him incredibly happy.

“Thank you so much, Arthur. You certainly know how to make me feel better. You are a good man Arthur Morgan,” You state.

He can only smile and nod in return before a cough interrupts the both of you. You glance over your shoulder to see an exhausted John Marston. He eyes Arthur and you until you make the first move. You throw your arms around the man and are crying once more.

“John Marston, I missed you so much. Don’t ever agree on another job that long ever again,” You say your crying very prominent within your voice.

John chuckles at this odd welcome but pats your back. This time Arthur coughs. You and John pull away slightly and Arthur stares at John. “I reckon the both of you need to have a talk… Come get me if ya need to (Name),” He states putting his hand on your shoulder before walking off to go greet Hosea.

John raises an eyebrow and his hand cups your face to make you stare at him. “We need to talk? ‘Bout what? Wait… Are those Arthur’s clothes?”

You don’t say a word as you grab his much larger hand and pull him to your tent that Grimshaw so graciously got for you. A small cot is in the middle of it and you make him take a seat. His silence would’ve been nerving if you weren’t so used to it.

“Ah… Yes, I’m wearing Arthur’s clothes but only because I’ve been hiding something from most people here. I… I didn’t get the chance to tell you before your mission and I wasn’t planning on telling you any time soon but… I love you, John Marston,” You state as you hesitantly lift the larger shirt to reveal the tiny baby bump.

It takes a moment for the male to process what he sees. His eyes widen and he looks up at you his gaze suddenly hopeful. His hands immediately grab you by the waist and pull you close to him as he stands up.

“You’re pregnant? It’s mine?”

You laugh. “Of course it’s yours, John.”

He falters and his gaze falls just a tad. “You weren’t going to tell me? Why?”

“I got scared, John. After I heard what happened with Abigail when Jack was born… I couldn’t bear the thought…”

John realizes that Arthur was reassuring you of the worst-case scenario. Guilt floods through him. You finally drop the shirt and John takes both your hands in his. He looks at the ground as he tries to form the correct words. He’s not much for words but he feels the need to push away all of your doubts about him.

“Look (Name), I would never ever even dream of rejecting this. Abigail? She was a mess. Jack wasn’t even mine but she kept pushing him onto me. She finally gave up on trying to trick me. What I did to her though? It was not called for. It was messed up. I treated her pretty awful but I would never do that for you. Hell, if I ever think I might I’ll go ask Arthur to beat me up myself,” He admits finally looking you in the eye.

You smile and feel the waterworks coming yet again. The fool continues making you finally cry. “I love you (Name). What we have, I never want to lose. Knowing this kid is mine, I’m happy.”

You hiccup and he smiles as he brings you into a tight hug. The male gives you a few moments kissing the top of your head every once in a while until you pull away. When you do you reach for his hands once more.

“Thank you, John. I love you too. Do you want to officially announce this?” You ask softly.

John is the one that announces the pregnancy to the whole gang. A celebration was held to which John stuck with you the whole night. It was quite the opposite of when Abigail announced her pregnancy to which eased Arthur’s mind greatly.

He’s at peace knowing that John is happy with this. Your happiness with John means the world to Arthur and if John ever does anything to hurt you, Arthur will keep his promise to you.

 Bonus Headcanons:

There are just so many ways John could react to this

I think if he liked the reader and she wasn’t like Abigail he would act the way he did in the one-shot

However, he will also be so awkward and in shock the entire pregnancy. He’ll be in awe since you really are his partner and the baby is really his since you gave him no reason to doubt you

If he did doubt you Arthur, Hosea, and Grimshaw would beat him up in your defense

In the one-shot, John isn’t stupid and is fully aware of Arthur’s sweet spot for you, however, he is happy that Arthur feels that way because if anything happens to him, he knows that Arthur will take care of you

He won’t be clingy but he’ll keep an eye on you and make sure you have everything you need and whatnot

Basically, John will try and be the best he can be but his anxiety will sometimes take over to which only you or Arthur can kick him out of

He will occasionally go to Arthur or Hosea if he needs to talk to someone or go out for a drink

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Meeting and Dating Miklo Velka

(My gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(Me on my way to babygirlify a murderer and gang member)

- There’s a time in your life where childhood becomes a memory; when nostalgia overrules reality and you remember only the good instead of the bad. There was plenty of bad in your life when you first met Miklo and there was an equal measure of bad involved in the friendship that the two of you had with each other: but when he was sent away to juvey and subsequently to his fathers, all you ever seemed to remember was the good. 

- Its why, when Miklo finally does return, you’re excited to spend as much time with him as you can; eager to have your childhood friend back and make up for all the time you’ve lost. Absence makes the heart grow fonder after all, and when you greet each other with the same familiarity and closeness as you had all those years ago, you realize just how true that statement truly is. 

- It’s just a shame that this closeness is frowned upon. Frowned upon by who: you may ask. Well ...by your boyfriend....

- Your boyfriend isn’t a new facet in your life, you’ve been together for quite some time, which is why his distaste for your friend isn’t immediately grounds for a breakup. You have feelings for the boy and while you can’t deny that you also have some stray feelings left for Miklo; the remnants of a childhood crush that was never acted upon, they aren’t enough to sway you in any one direction; so you’re left to sit on thin ice. 

- While your boyfriend insists that Miklo is a bad influence on you; mainly due to the stories that you and your friends recount to him without thinking, you’re not too sure that that’s the main reason he doesn’t like you spending time with him. No, you’re fairly certain that his biggest concern is having you stolen away from him: stolen by the boy that’s far too touchy, far too interested, and far too familiar with you.

- Truth be told, Miklo’s always had a bit of a crush on you, and coming back to find you more beautiful than ever certainly doesn’t help his case. He’s come back with the express purpose of picking up where the two of you have left off; amongst other things, and while you seem perfectly on board with that concept; your boyfriend seems wildly against it. 

- The boy is constantly interrupting the two of you and regardless of how subtle that interruption is, it never fails to frustrate and annoy Miklo. Miklo’s not a shy guy: he’s not afraid to carry on with the way he was acting in private; touching and teasing you the way he always has without fear of repercussions or the threat of being misconstrued. He doesn’t necessarily want to break off your seemingly happy relationship but he’s not planning on changing the way he acts around you just because your boyfriend doesn’t like it. If you’re fine with it then your boyfriend can cry himself a river. 

- Plus, if the boy wants to try and keep you away from him; filling up your schedule and rushing your goodbyes, then he’s just asking for a little revenge. It’s a shame he decided that you had to go home early the other night, now he has to watch as Miklo hugs you tight and makes you laugh like only he knows how, and listen to all of your friends joke about the “couple” getting back together again. Poor guy.

- Still, regardless of how much fun he’s having messing with the man, not having the same amount of unlimited time with you really does start to bother him. Watching you hold back and try to bend to the will of your boyfriend, pisses him off. You’re a good girlfriend; he always figured you’d be, he’d just always hoped that it would be him you’d be good to. 

- Yet, as it would seem, you really were being good to the wrong guy....

- Admittedly, over the course of Miklo’s return, you’d begun to rediscover your feelings for him and while you felt bad about your emotional transgressions, you’d also very purposefully kept yourself on a leash. You'd insisted on not crossing a line and you hadn’t; you’d treated him the same way you’d treat all your friends while you silently worked out your problems in your head.

- It’s why you feel completely betrayed when your boyfriend uses your friendship as an excuse to justify him flirting with and touching up on a girl at a party. If you’d wanted to, you could have very easily cheated on the man with Miklo, but you hadn’t, and regardless of how much your boyfriend insisted that it was “the same thing” you refused to believe it. 

- You merely stood there and stared at him; wondering how things could change so quickly, before Miklo stepped in and laughed in the boys face, telling him “fine” and leading you away with a smile as he accepts the boys offer; his offer being you. 

- You let him guide you and though your boyfriend looks like he wants to say something, he doesn’t. You run with the Vatos Locos crew whether you like it or not and more than a few of them are watching with piercing eyes, waiting for the boy to mess up and give them a reason to knock him around. 

- Miklo walks you home, poking and hugging and teasing you in an attempt to cheer you up; making you laugh with his antics even as you tear up over the events of the night. He clings to you and kisses your cheek, telling you to smile and relax and that you’re now a “Free woman, sexy lady. Be happy.”. And though there’s still a newfound heaviness in your heart, you find yourself feeling as though a weights been lifted off your shoulders: finally able to feel the full extent of Miklo’s friendship since the first time he arrived; without having to worry about anything at all.

- You’re no longer crying by the time you reach your house....

- You’ve been cut loose; you realize as you wake up in the morning, and now you’re free to do as you please; like you should have been all along. You and Miklo become inseparable and you begin to catch on to his feelings: the way he’s always welcoming and complimentary and happy to see you, always touching and wanting to be around you, etc. 

- The shift between you is more or less silent but you really don’t mind. You like the giddy feeling of him holding your hand, pulling you down to sit next to him and laying his head in your lap, the way he’s begun to flirt with you and act more intimate. Everyone; including yourself, can see where things are heading and you’re more than happy to accept the inevitable. 

- A couple months after your break up, you find yourself alone with Miklo, sitting up on the hill that overlooks the city, the hill he’s incredibly fond of. He kisses your cheek and watches you smile in response, kissing it again and again and again until he’s slowly made his way down to your lips. His hand comes up and holds your face as he catches them, kissing you soft and chaste before his actions deepen and carry on for a long and passionate minute. 

- You go up that hill as friends and leave as lovers and you couldn’t be happier. 

- Miklo is a sucker for affection so even though his actions differ depending on the company you keep, he’s still very touchy whenever the two of you are together. Most of the time, he’s upbeat and cheerful; boyishly happy to be around and touching you, but if there’s members of a rival gang around or any other person he might feel the need to put up a front for, he’ll revert into a much more outwardly tough and domineering person; still being gentle and sweet but not letting himself look as soft as he had prior to their arrival. 

- A lot of the time, he’ll hug you from behind or hold you in a pose very similar to that; either keeping his hands on your hips or his fingers looped through the belt straps of your pants. That being said: if you’re not stationary then you’re probably holding hands. 

- Cheek kisses. They are given and received in equal measure. 

- Most of your kisses are somewhat quick and passionate; like he’s excited by the very prospect of touching lips with you. But on occasion, he’ll find himself in the mood for a much longer/slower one: a kiss that lingers and takes you with it as he pulls away; a smile on his lips and a hum in his throat that flusters you more than you care to admit. 

- You know how puppies get over excited and proceed to lick and climb all over their owners? Miklo is sort of like that sometimes. Every now and again, he’ll “attack” you with affection: kissing all over your face, tickling and poking you, etc. Technically, it’s probably a sort of cuteness aggression but you don’t have time to psychoanalyze him. 

- I feel like Miklo would be the type of boyfriend to put you in a headlock while the two of you cuddled; probably subconsciously too, and I wish I could explain to you why I think that but I just can’t. That being said: if he isn’t doing that, he’ll either spoon you or sleep in the crooks of your body; like your stomach or neck or anywhere else that's soft and dark. He’s a big cuddler and is likely to just collapse on you whenever he feels like so be prepared for that. 

- Realistically, he’d definitely either come to your house to sleep or would just wind up falling asleep by accident because he’s completely comfortable in your presence and actually gets a decent bed all to himself; as opposed to the squeaky fold up that he has in Paco’s room. So yeah, get used to napping with him or at least having a little unconscious company from time to time. Trying to wake him up usually doesn’t work; at least not immediately, he’ll just blearily question you before pulling you in to cuddle with him. 

- Miklo uses a lot of pet names and he uses them very enthusiastically. Most of the time, his terms of endearment are overdramatically exclaimed or emphasized in an attempt to tease you; or said in a smooth and deep voice as he huskily flirts with you. Said pet names are almost always Mexican: mi vida, bebe, Mi corazón, etc. 

- He genuinely loves when you shower him with affection: carding your fingers through his hair, hugging him, clinging to him, kissing all over his face, etc. He loves the feeling of you wanting to be around him, wanting to love and touch and be near him; the feeling of not having to ask for somebody to love or care for him. 

- It isn’t necessarily a secret that your boyfriend is kind of a softie but it does surprise you from time to time; especially when you first get together. You don’t necessarily expect a boy who runs with gangs and has a relatively rough life to melt into a gentle and loving puppy whenever he’s around you: showing his love through sweet little gestures and affection like a lovesick teenager.

- Mini surprises. He saw your favorite candies at the store so he bought a bag or people where selling fresh oranges on the street so he bought some, a shop was selling a balloon with your favorite character on it so here, etc. They’re never anything really fancy or expensive: just special little gifts that shows you he cares.

- Surprise flowers; whether they’re handpicked or bought.

- If you fall asleep on the couch, rest assured he’s putting a blanket over you. Miklo likes taking care of you: it’s in his own unexperienced and clumsy sort of way but it never fails to melt your heart.

- His mother plays a big role in how he treats you: not so much in the ‘she tells him what to do’ sort of way but more so in the ‘he watched men mistreat her for half his life and vowed to never be like them and/or his father’ sort of way. He’d rather cut off his own hand than raise it to you, always knocks on your door instead of honking, takes care of you as much as you do him, works hard for you, treats you how you want to be treated and not like an object, etc.

- He’ll never admit it but he kind of enjoys when you get drunk at parties; for a multitude of reasons. He finds it amusing more than anything: watching you cry over nothing; like seeing a cat on the street, or unabashedly gushing to him about how much you love him, or even just carrying you home and taking care of you whenever you get sick. He doesn’t tell you about half the embarrassing shit you do because he lowkey wants you to get drunk again; in the least creepy way possible.

- I firmly believe his mom made him dance with her at parties so he knows how to move at least a little bit. Get ready to be on that dance floor with him at parties.  

- Let me assure you that he does find you sexy, it’s just that he’s too busy thinking about how beautiful you are to pop a boner whenever you get changed in front of him. You’ll catch him peeking or watching you but it’s not in a perverted way; at least not most of the time, just ask him how you look or to zip you up and go about the rest of your day. Having a conventionally attractive mom who walks around in slips kind of conditions a boy to be less reactive; if that makes any sense.

- Every now and again he’ll make you stop what you’re doing so that he can take a good long look at you; oftentimes while twirling you or walking circles around you.

“Woah, woah, woah. Hold on, hold on, hold on.”

“What?”

“Let me look at you.” He’ll grin.

“Whattt?”

“Just lemme look at you.” His chuckles reassure you.

“I look alright?”

“You’re beautiful.”

- He immediately brightens and smiles whenever he sees you. He can have the meanest look on his face and it’ll disappear completely the minute you show up.

- You’re incapable of assuming he doesn’t listen to you because 50% of what he says is just evidence that he does. He always takes the time to really hear what you’re saying and learn about the things you’re passionate about so don’t be surprised when he addresses you with some expert/knowledgeable question when you get your hair done or actually shows up with tools one day to help you with that house problem you mentioned having.

- Miklo’s a hard worker and I don’t doubt the fact that he’d; if given enough time, find himself a decent job in order to support himself, his family, and you. He’d spoil you whenever he could, giving you the princess treatment and trying to prove to you that he can really provide for you. He’s a typical man who likes to play macho and take care of you whenever he can so don’t be surprised when you get a good chunk of his paycheck in your pocket at the end of the week.

- If you want him happy, put something in his mouth. Miklo is a vacuum who can eat an entire store by himself so most of your dates are gonna revolve around food; whether it’s your cooking or someone else’s. There’s gonna be more than a few occasions were he insists on taking you somewhere once he finds out you’ve never had “it” because they have the best “x” in town.

- So yeah: fast food dates, street vendors, mini food joints, etc. If you smell something cooking, he’s immediately heading towards it and looking.

- A lot of wandering around town takes place in your relationship. Most of your dates are really just walking around, visiting different shops and sights and occasionally sitting somewhere to rest. He’s cool with whatever you’re in the mood to see so just lead the way if you have an idea.

- Going to the park together. Those big fields with fountains kinds of parks, not playgrounds: though he might take you there too, who knows?

- Chasing after each other and kissing between out of breath and excited pants whenever you manage to catch the other person.

- He definitely insists on walking you places and making sure that you’re safe. He hates the idea of you traveling alone so he learns your schedule and does whatever he can to make sure you’re not left hanging.

- He kind of just trusts you to do shit to him. Like, why are you letting me put you in a face mask and get rid of your ingrown hairs? Why are you trusting me to step on your spinal cord because your back hurts?

- Him singing along to the radio at you: oftentimes replacing words/names with your name; even when he’s singing to himself.

- He’s your little siblings favorite and it’s for a reason. Sometimes you think he comes over just to play with them; and/or your dog: carrying them around, teasing, wrestling with them, etc. Busy doing something when he decides to visit? Don’t worry about it: he’ll occupy himself with the little ones while they all but kidnap him the minute they find out they won’t be kicked out of the room so the two of you can be alone.

- You don’t know how he did it, but he managed to win your parents over and become an honorary member of the family very quickly. Your mother loves him and your dad honestly treats him better than you sometimes …you don’t think you’re allowed to break up with him....

- He’s your number one supporter and completely unabashed about it. He’s not ashamed or embarrassed to jump up and cheer for you and is always there to show you how proud he is. Your accomplishments are just as exciting; if not more, than his own.

- Getting teased by the Vatos Locos crew. It’s usually about lathering sun screen on his white skin or that you can “come to a real man” whenever you want, etc.

- Trying to help him stay out of trouble as best as you can. Stop it early, sister.

- Consider the fact that you’ll probably have to deal with him doing a stint in prison at least once in your life; whether you try to stop him from getting to that point or not. Regardless of how long he’s in there for, you’ll visit him, send letters back and forth, help him deal with the trauma or the habits that he formed there, and put up with his new found touch starved-ness(?).

- He’s got a bunch of scars and a story for each one, stories he tells you about; especially if the two of you are close. He doesn’t usually take recounting the stories too seriously; maybe as a defense mechanism more than anything, but he also just can’t help but grin and tell you to “do that again” when you touch him in a certain place while tracing one of said scars.

- Miklo really just is a product of his environment and I think that with a little help, he could have really turned his life around. He’d have someone who could vouch for him and provide him with a clean and decent address once he got out of prison, help him assimilate back into normal society and support him through his troubles; all for the small price of getting dicked down seven ways to Sunday every night. He’d mello out after a while; be one of those cool dads who treats his wife like a queen: takes her out wherever she wants, works hard to support her, does those really amusing couples photos that cycle around the internet as couples goals, etc. I’m sorry but I love him your honor.

- I have a feeling that he’s always felt kind of mixed up and put out, like he’s a burden to his family and that he’s never sure where he’s going next, so he appreciates the security of your relationship. He likes knowing that he’s always got a place with you and that you don’t care whether he’s white, Mexican, or whatever else you can be. You love him and you’re always going to be there for him and that keeps him going through all of his tough times.

- Miklo’s fiercely loyal: he can and has deadpanned girls while they attempt to flirt with him and insisted that he was taken while removing himself from their touches. Girls are just the tip of the iceberg though, his loyalty goes far deeper than that so rest assured that he’s always fighting for your side and your relationship.

- How Miklo handles his jealousy really just depends on the circumstances. I think he’s had a lot to be jealous about in his life so in a way, he’d be sort of used to it, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t rear it’s ugly head. He tries to control himself and succeeds for the most part but you can tell when he’s frustrated and when people overstep the invisible line, he can get a little aggressive. 

- Protective doesn’t even begin to describe him. He’s seen the way the world can be and he’s insistent upon making sure that you’re safe from all of the darkness that he’s glimpsed with his own two eyes. He makes it clear that you’ll always be protected when you’re with him and once he’s done making sure you’re okay; after any incident, he makes sure said incident never happens again. 

- He genuinely hates getting into fights with you so he avoids them whenever he can. He’ll occasionally make passive aggressive comments or bicker with you about something but the two of you spend a little time apart and your issues usually resolve themselves. 

- If he’s in the wrong, he’ll try to move past things casually but if you’re not accepting his avoidance of the topic, he’ll give you a real apology and won’t stop until you’ve warmed up towards him again. 

- He tells you he loves you quite a bit and shows that he does with pretty much everything he does for you. Even if you’re having an argument he can’t help but say “you know that I love you, right?” whenever an awkward silence falls over the two of you; which is usually enough to make you soften a bit.  

- There’s definitely gonna be a good amount of hardship in your relationship but Miklo is completely willing to work through that. He loves you and he wants to have a future with you, so even though it may take him a bit to come to terms with the fact that he has to change, he decides to do so in order to be a better man for you. He wants a life that he never had; a loving and stable “family”, and you’re the perfect answer to those wishes; if you’re willing to be that for him....

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could you write dialogue prompt #1 ("marry me") for post canon nick&charlie? maybe you could also include hug #13 or #22 ♡

Anonymous asked: 42 of the dialogue prompts with nick and charlie please 💛 I love your work

these prompts felt like they worked well together, so i’ve merged them—hope you don’t mind! (i’m assuming you’ll mind more that these requests were sent over a year ago, and all i can say for that is i’m sorry, i should have been more informative about the fact i am useless)

1. “Marry me.”

42. “You’re a complete moron!”

22. can’t stop yourself from hugging

The injury knocks Nick out—quite literally. It’s only brief, but the gap in his awareness is there; he comes to on his back in the mud, the shouts around him drowned out by his own groan and the pound of his blood in his ears. His stomach roils, and he gasps so he doesn’t heave, then gasps again at the sharp pain that pangs from his left ribs. He twists his body to press a hand to the sore spot and lets out a shout as pain zips through his right leg, seeming to span from toe to hip and back again. For a few seconds, all he can hear is ringing, and then the cacophony of panic overwhelms him. 

“Nick! Nick? Can you look at me? Hey. Can you focus on me?”

Nick blinks, then blinks again and again until the black fades out to the edges and he can make out the blurry lines of Reid’s face. His mate-slash-captain-slash-coworker looks more distressed than Nick has ever seen him, which is to say he remains fairly composed. 

“There you are, mate.” Reid musters a weak smile. “Just stay put, alright? Callum’s run to get Rogie.”

“Fuck me,” Nick breathes. Sharon Rogers is the school nurse, and Nick knows that despite her job being mostly limited to scraped knees and seasonal bugs, she’s got a fountain of knowledge at least far beyond any of his teammates. Still, the reassurance is lost on him; he barely hears the words before they’re forgotten again, blocked out by the pain shrouding him. 

He registers her arrival and responds to her questioning with mostly grunts and swear words. He finally clocks in when she tells him the ambulance is on the way. 

“Fuck,” he repeats, eyes widening and then clenching shut as his head throbs weakly. 

“You’ll be alright, Nick,” Sharon assures. “But you’re not getting up on your own. You haven’t broken anything in your leg, but you might have torn or sprained something. Nothing that can’t be fixed, but it hurts like a bitch. If you’ve done damage to your ribs or there’s any possibility of a head injury, it’s better to wait on someone more medically trained to move you.”

Nick makes a noise to show his understanding and focuses on managing his breath, which aches with every rise and fall of his chest. He’s glad to not be moved further yet—the thought alone makes his teeth grit against a wash of pain. Sharon mainly works on keeping him conscious for the next while. Her approval leads him to believe they succeed, but his awareness spaces out enough that his memory of the period is spotty. The paramedics arriving escapes his notice, and the next thing he knows he’s swearing in pain as he’s being loaded onto a stretcher. 

~^~

Nick’s ribs aren’t broken, but they are badly bruised. They ache with every rattle of his breath, and it sends the message of pain down his leg in zips and jolts. His leg isn’t broken either, but it is sprained. He’d pulled a ligament in his ankle and almost torn one in his knee. Thankfully, neither are severe enough to require surgery, but Nick isn’t finding much comfort in that at the moment. As Sharon had put it, it hurts like a bitch. 

It’s eased considerably by whatever they’ve doped him with, and where he felt overly aware of his body before, it’s become somewhat detached. Now, his mind is allowed to drift away and give him moments of rest. He loses time in fits and starts, only aware because nurses will appear at his bedside when he had been alone in the room the last time his eyes were open. Everything is hazy and dreamlike and he welcomes it. Anything is better than the nightmare of that initial fall. 

They’re keeping him overnight for further observation, which doesn’t overly bother him. When he catches a nurse with enough time to speak before they bustle away, he only asks her one question. “When can I have visitors?”

“Visiting hours start at six. You have family you want to see?”

Nick shakes his head, then stops, furrowing his brow. “I mean, yeah, but—I just want to see my partner. Charlie. He’ll be panicking about me.”

The nurse brightens, her smile warm and indulgent. “Husband?”

It comes out without any real thought. The idea of not seeing Charlie is unbearable. Nick doesn’t even consider it for a moment. “Yeah,” he lies. 

“I’ll send him your way as soon as I can.” She winks at him and bustles away still smiling, which makes him feel sort of nice. The days of doubting his sexuality and feeling scared any time he had to say words like ‘boyfriend’ are long behind him, but their effects will always linger. Getting such a warm response about his husband from a stranger is uplifting. He smiles dopily in response before he catches himself. 

He isn’t seriously thinking about that. Is he?

The medication must be strong. 

He drifts in and out in the time between speaking to the nurse and, apparently, the start of visiting hours, because before he knows it, Charlie’s rushing towards him. 

“Nick!” Charlie’s at his bedside in a blink, and there he hesitates. Nick reaches out, and it’s apparently all the permission Charlie needs. Just like that, he’s lurching forward like he can’t stop himself and giving Nick a fierce hug. 

Around the head, at least. He is, thankfully, clearly aware of Nick’s injuries and trying to refrain from touching him in any way that will hurt. Hugging Nick’s head to his chest is a compromise, Nick’s sure, from Charlie not being able to hold himself back entirely. 

Nick, personally, has no complaints. He reaches his arms to embrace Charlie in return before there’s an explosion of protest from his ribs. With a wince, he lowers his arms back down and settles for pushing his head against Charlie’s sternum. 

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Nick murmurs, slightly slurred. Despite the flare of pain, the drugs are still clearly working. 

Regrettably, Charlie pulls back, but Nick is content enough to be able to look at him fully. That is, until Charlie deals a sharp flick to his forehead. 

“Ow,” Nick says. “That could be dangerous. I could be brain damaged.”

“You’re a complete moron!”

“Wow. Love you too.”

With a huff of exasperation, Charlie shakes his head and snatches up Nick’s hand. Charlie threads his other hand through Nick’s hair, and it’s only when Nick notices it trembling that he further notices the tears threatening at the corners of Charlie’s eyes. 

“Hey,” Nick says softly. “I’m sorry. It’s nothing serious. It’ll take time to heal, but then I’ll be completely fine. I am fine.”

Charlie swallows and briefly takes his hand from Nick’s hair to scrub over his eyes. Then he nods. “Tell me what happened?”

“Bad tackle. Mainly my own fault, though. Slipped in the muck and went down funny.”

“God, Nick.” Charlie pulls the chair from the corner to the side of the bed and sits, grasping tightly to Nick’s hand once he’s settled. “I thought when you went from playing to coaching, I could worry less about you getting injured. I thought when you went from coaching to primary teaching that I wouldn’t have to worry at all.”

Nick closes his eyes. “I know, I know. I just…you know I still love it. I thought just having the friendly matches wouldn’t be much to worry about.” He sighs. “But maybe I just have to accept I’m getting too old.”

Charlie huffs softly, leaning forward to card a hand through Nick’s hair again. “I think that might be a bit of an exaggeration but I also have to agree.”

“Wow. Thanks, love.”

“You were the one that said it!”

“Yeah, and I was joking. It’s the drugs talking.”

Charlie snorts. “Strong stuff, hm?”

“Must be.” Nick hesitates, then decides it could end up much more embarrassing if he doesn’t admit the rest. “I, uhm, might have already lied about some other things.”

Nick realises his mistake when Charlie’s eyes widen and he clutches a little tighter to Nick’s hand. “What? Is it worse than you’ve said?”

“Is—oh, no, no. I’m fine, Charlie, I promise. Well, okay, not perfectly fine, but it’s nothing serious. I wasn’t talking about that.”

Charlie leans back in the chair. “Okay…”

“I just, uh, might have said something stupid. To the nurse. About you?”

Charlie’s expression grows increasingly confused. “Why were you talking about me?”

“I was asking about having visitors and explaining I just wanted to see you, and like, she just kind of assumed.” Nick flicks his gaze away. “I just didn’t correct her.”

“Nick, I honestly have no idea what you’re trying to say.”

“She thinks we’re married,” Nick blurts, and Charlie blinks. “She—I told her I just wanted to see my partner, you, and she was just like, husband? And I thought if I said no maybe you wouldn’t be allowed in to see me because you’re not, like, family—even though we are regardless of that—and so I said yeah and—”

“Oh my god, Nick.” Charlie cuts Nick off, covering his face with his free hand. Nick’s heart dips towards his stomach, and then he realises Charlie is laughing. 

And suddenly Nick’s offended. “What’s so funny?” 

“You’re not dying, you idiot.” Charlie huffs. “Of course I can come see you. It’s not restricted to family only.”

Nick frowns, defensiveness bubbling somewhere amongst the drowsiness from the drugs. “But, like, Covid and everything.”

“Nick, that was literal years ago.”

“Yeah, but, it changed the hospital restrictions.”

Charlie nods, eyes wide and amused. “Years ago.”

Nick opens his mouth, then closes it again. He squeezes Charlie’s hand. “I didn’t want to risk not seeing you.”

Charlie’s following sigh is much softer and, Nick likes to think, more fondly exasperated. It’s with loving laughter that he reiterates, lovingly, “You’re an idiot.”

“Well, if you’re going to be like that—”

Charlie silences him with a kiss, which is, honestly, fair. Nick has no arguments or complaints. He has said enough stupid things today as is that it’s probably safer his mouth is otherwise occupied, at least for a time. 

Then, with Charlie’s mouth still only a breath from his, he’s saying, “And, honestly…when she said it, I didn’t want to say no.”

Nick categorises the words as a mistake the instant they leave his mouth. It isn’t because they aren’t true; it isn’t even because he thinks Charlie will react badly to hearing them. It’s because he isn’t supposed to say them here, like this. It’s because it’s nothing they haven’t implied before, but it cannot become more than implication, not in any way less than Charlie deserves. The shiny silver band residing in a velvet box in the depths of Nick’s underwear drawer—the only item of Nick’s clothing Charlie does not make a habit of digging through—is less than Charlie deserves, but it is at least more than this. 

Nick’s sure, as the distance grows between them, that Charlie agrees, but Charlie surprises him. He strokes a thumb over Nick’s cheek and offers up his softest smile. “It does have a nice ring to it,” he murmurs. 

Oh. Nick swallows. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Charlie nods. “Don’t you think so?”

That’s an obvious enough tease that Nick huffs. “You know exactly what I think.”

Charlie rests his arms on the bed and his chin on top of them, gazing up at Nick sweetly while remaining careful of Nick’s injuries. “Tell me anyway?”

“Charlie,” Nick groans, rolling his head away. “This is unfair. I’m not in my right mind.”

Charlie snorts. “Are you ever?”

“Oi.” Nick glares at him, but there’s no heat in it. He drops the expression completely when Charlie leans in and kisses him, another short peck that draws another slew of idiotic words from him. “I’d like you to be my husband,” he whispers, comforted that the words don’t have to travel far, leaving his lips to be almost immediately swallowed up by Charlie’s. “I’d like to be your husband. To marry you, someday. You know that. You’ve always known that.”

Charlie’s gaze burns against Nick’s, and his next kiss is sure and insistent. Nick loses himself in it. His sore ribs strain and he doesn’t care, can’t find it in him to be bothered by the pain, can barely acknowledge it under the all-consuming want. He has always considered Charlie a safe place, the one place he could turn to and immediately feel soothed, and it’s proven now. Charlie is a more sufficient balm than any drug. 

“You should,” Charlie murmurs as he pulls away, and Nick furrows his brow. “Marry me,” Charlie clarifies. States, really. 

Asks, Nick realises. 

He stares and stares and Charlie simply waits, nervousness lurking in the deep blue of his eyes but the hints to a sure smile on his lips. 

“You mean it,” Nick says, realising it’s true as he says it. “You’re actually asking me right now.”

Charlie nods, smile simultaneously growing and becoming more hesitant. “I swear it wasn’t how I planned it. You deserve the best proposal ever and now I don’t even have your ring with me. But honestly, I haven’t been able to figure out how I should do it and I have no idea what would be considered the ‘right time’ and you’re kind of proving either of us could die at literally any time and I don’t want to miss—”

“Yes,” Nick cuts him off. 

Charlie blinks. Pays back Nick’s long stare. “Yes?” he questions. 

“Yes, of course I’m going to fucking marry you,” Nick says. “I can’t believe you stole the proposal and you have a goddamn ring too and neither of us have them on us, but yes. Obviously yes.”

The joy that lights in Charlie is instant, laughter falling from him in chimes of disbelief. “You got me a ring?”

“You damn well know I did.”

“Yeah.” Charlie beams. “Yeah, I figured.”

Nick grabs Charlie’s hand and squeezes. He runs his thumb familiarly over Charlie’s knuckles and imagines the feel of metal under his skin. He looks up from their hands to find Charlie watching him, equally enamoured. “Fiancé has a pretty nice ring to it, too,” Nick says.

Charlie squeezes his hand in return. “Yeah. It does.”

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Fic Friday! ❤️ Rebel’s Weekly Fic Recs

As always, this week's recs are...

As always, please mind the tags on any recommended story for your own personal preferences.

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The Classic You’ve Heard Of But Somehow Haven’t Read Yet: The Waiting Game by Anonymous

What you need to know going in:

A classic if I’ve ever read one! This fic is a gorgeous one-shot that sees Galadriel and Sauron just on the cusp of the 4th Age, after Sauron is defeated by Frodo. Galadriel is preparing to leave for Valinor, and is visited by him for a final meeting. The melancholy; the knowledge of all the Ages they’ve been at odds, only to come to the end for a final goodbye… it’s stunningly sad, and breathtakingly beautiful. A must-read.

Complete, General

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The AU You Need to Immerse Yourself In Because, Well, Wow: Beautiful Creature of Darkness by @pursuitseternal

What you need to know going in:

It’s a Phantom-inspired fic, y’all! Phantom of the Opera, that is. Set in the 1st Age, Galadriel chafes under her brother Finrod’s overbearing rule in Dol Guldur when she becomes enchanted by a mysterious, magnetic presence. Three guesses as to who it is. 😉 Galadriel becomes increasingly drawn to a very persuasive and persistent Sauron, despite the darkness that shrouds him — even as an unnamed threat shadows her brother’s kingdom. If you’re a fan of Phantom, this is a fun read for the Gothic romance and well-drawn parallels to the Leroux/Weber favorite. I’m intrigued to see where it goes!

WIP, Explicit

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The Complete But Never Forgotten Masterpiece: Shine and Lady of the Seas by eye_of_a_cat

What you need to know going in:

Another eye of a cat classic! For me, this series (and yes, you definitely should read both) was the first “Halbrand makes Galadriel her armor in Armenolos” fic. And, like all of eye of a cat’s works, BOTH fics are absolute bangers. I mean… do I need to say much more than he makes Gal her armor and Cat wrote it? 😂 I don’t think I do, but just in case, here’s what I’ll add: terrific sexual tension that’s well, well-rewarded in the 2nd fic in the series, and it’s all Sauron’s POV, so expect possessive, awestruck, utterly beguiled (and beguiling) deliciousness. You’re welcome.

Complete, Teen & Explicit

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The WIP That Will Wreck You (In the Best Way): Pour Your Light In Me And Watch Me Dissolve by @maironiiel

What you need to know going in:

This S1-set fic gives a repentant-but-struggling Sauron in Numenor, simultaneously set ill at ease by Galadriel and her insistence he join her in the campaign to reclaim the Southlands, and irrevocably bewitched by her. But it’s not just Galadriel who calls to him—the Valar do, too, sending Ossë and others to appeal to him to return to the light in full; to Valinor for judgment. The result is a scintillating slow burn with promise for more, with a lovely expansion and interpretation of what we saw in the show, particularly in how the Valar and other Maia might react or appeal to this version of Mairon. A part 1 with one chapter left to go before part 2, I’m curious to see how this story evolves.

WIP, Mature

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The Can't Stop Consuming No Matter What Time It Is Fic: se vis pacem, para bellum by @nenyabusiness

What you need to know going in:

This is another recent sub I added to my rotating reading list, so it’s just starting to heat up, but when it’s a John Wick AU, you know to expect a thrill ride right from the start—and the fic doesn’t disappoint! If you’re not familiar with John Wick, here’s all you need to know: Galadriel is a retired, renowned assassin known as The Daughter from a family of deadly assassins. She’s drawn from her retirement when her brother, Finrod, is killed by a rival crime family controlled by Sauron. In an attempt to curb her quest for vengeance, Sauron turns to subterfuge… and masquerades as an unwitting ally to gain her trust. Where they go from there? 👀 I’m excited to see, but so far, this is a perfect premise for this ETL pair to keep those thrills coming.

WIP, Mature

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Don’t see your story on this list yet? Keyword: yet. Please don’t fret! I can only recommend so many each week, but I am always looking for more stuff to read, share, and generally shower with love, so please feel free to reply with your own fics or your personal faves. I have plenty more to recommend… ❤️

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Perk- York x Fem!Freelancer!Reader

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Recovery date: August 20th, 2023

Description: Hello! Could I request Agent York x female reader during the freelancer project please? Like reader thinks he loves Carolina and she is jealous of Carolina but York actually loves the reader. Thank you so much!

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contribution.

Word count: 711

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In project freelancer, it was safe to say that Carolina was Ms. Perfect. Top of the leaderboard, respected- at least to some degree- by all of her team, strong, and smart. If she were a character in a book, dumb schmucks might even call her a Mary sue. Which Y/N recognizes is a very strange thought process, but she’s annoyed, and tired… and maybe a bit jealous as she watches York and Carolina laugh together across the mess hall.

To her left, she barely hears C.T and Wash whispering to each other.

“She’s doing it again.”

“Why doesn’t she just talk to them?”

Y/N looked up from her plate and Wash gave her an awkward wave.

“Because I like our team, and if I fuck this up I’m gonna get reassigned.”

C.T rolled her eyes and leaned forward on the table.

“Well I think being reassigned is better than ending up dead,” C.T teased. It made Y/N scowl as her fellow freelancers didn’t seem to take this seriously. “Look, if this keep up- this excessive training and studying- you’re gonna pass out in the field or something. Your rank might be going up right now, but it’s only a matter of time-”

She cut herself off and looked up behind Y/N.

“Afternoon Michigan,” Carolina said. Y/N took a deep breath before turning and leaning over the back of her chair. “I noticed you’ve been training a lot more recently, let me know if you want to spar together, and don’t overwork yourself.”

Her face was still as set as ever, but everyone at the table could tell it was a genuine offer. Just another way she was Ms. Perfect.

Y/N nodded, mumbling a small thanks, and Carolina left.

When she turned back around, Wash and C.T had both left. She let out a long sigh and buried her head in her arms. Everything hurt, maybe Carolina and C.T were right; she needed a break.

A gentle tap at her shoulder made her jump, slamming her knee into the underside of the table. She groaned, rubbing at it as York laughed.

“York?” Y/N asked as his laughter died out. “I thought you’d have left with Carolina.”

“Ugh, don’t tell me you think that too. It’s bad enough that North won’t get off my back about it.”

“About what?”

York tapped the chair beside Y/N, wordlessly asking if he could sit. She nodded, waving her hand, so he took a seat and folded one arm against his chest and rested his chin on his other palm. 

“Me and Carolina.”

There was a cold feeling spreading through Y/N’s chest. It made her cross her arms to try and lessen the pressure.

“What about you two?” Y/N raised a brow.

York laughed before swiftly skipping over the subject.

“I have been told, by multiple people, that I owe you an apology.” He leaned forward, getting into Y/N’s personal space. “Y/N, I’m sorry for being an oblivious fuck.”

Y/N felt her face heat up as she blinked owlishly.

“Wh-huh?”

“Look, the thing with Carolina and I is…” he shifted his gaze awkwardly as he tried to come up with an explanation, “it’s a long story. But,” he raised the hand from across his chest and pointed a finger in the air, “I don’t love her.”

“But I thought-”

“You and half the project it seems,” he chuckled. “But that’s fine.”

Y/N frowned. “But, what if you try to date someone? What if they think you’re already taken, or at least-”

York grabbed the sides of her face, a cocky smirk plastered on his face.

“Then I’ll just have to explain the obvious perk to her.”

“Perk?”

He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Y/N’s lips. When he pulled away, she could still feel his breath on her lips as he whispered, “If everyone’s too busy trying to can Carolina and I for personal relationships, no one’s looking at my actual personal relationships.”

She blinked a few times before an uncontrollable grin spread across her face.

“That is a nice perk, but I like this one better,” Y/N hummed as she kissed York again.