#in my mind Matt is just a tall boy with long hair

[glendover]

mike and matt are so qpr coded 🫡

@felixcosm <3

[turcott3]

listen here my concept on matt was being a good friend of his and you've never experimented or did really anything much with guys before so you nervously but boldly approach him and ask if you could practice giving him head and he guides you through it step by step .......... bye i had to.

21st

matt rempe x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, wine, oral sex male receiving, kissing

masterlist and part two

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you and matt sat distant on the long sectional long after everyone had left your 21st birthday celebration. you’d been best friends with the boy as long as you could remember so you asked if he would stay the night with you like old times.

“this wine is actually really good.” matt says breaking the silence.

“yeah it is, that’s why i bought it.” you smirk.

“now y/n, how did you buy this wine last week? just a question.

“well let’s just say the ‘how’ is cut up in my garbage right now.” you giggle, cracking a smile.

“you sneaky sneaky girl.” you points at you.

“as always.” you giggle, downing the rest of your glass. the thing about wine that differed from the other things you drank is that it makes you honest. you were barely even buzzed, but wine brought out the honesty in you.

“wow it’s so crazy, i’m 21 and i still haven’t even actually hooked up with a guy.” you scoff.

“you’re not a virgin though? i’m confused.” he adds.

“well i guess the better word would be properly. he stuck it in, nut, and then left.”

“wow.”

“did i really never tell you that?” you ask, sitting up on the couch and setting your glass on the coffee table.

“no?” he replies giggling, doing the same.

“it’s kind of embarrassing.” you reply as he gets up and sits closer to you on the couch.

“why’s it embarrassing?”

“it just is. i don’t wanna be 21 and completely unexperienced.” you say as silence rung out in your living room.

“hey matt?” you ask, breaking the silence.

“yeah.”

“can you….. teach me some….. stuff?” you asked practically in a whisper, a blush burning on your cheeks as you stared at the floor.

“teach you what?” he replies, using his fingers to guide your gaze back to his.

“i don’t know, i just-“

“yes i can y/n, i was messing with you.” he giggles.

“oh okay.” you reply, the blush burning darker.

“don’t be shy now y/n, you can trust me.” he says brushing your hair behind your shoulders.

“i know i can trust you matt, i’m just nervous.” you reply picking at the skin of your nails.

“would you feel more comfortable if we went to your room?” he asks softly, running a soft hand up your thigh. you only nod in response as the tall boy stands up in front of you.

“come here.” he mutters as you reach for him. he picks you up, your legs latching around his waist as he carries you to your bedroom. carefully, he shuts your door behind you and stops in his tracks.

“look at me pretty girl.” he says, doing as you’re told you pick your head up off his shoulder and lock eyes with him, a smile spreading across his face before locking his lips with yours gently and respectfully. you moved your hands to grab onto his face, begging to deepen the kiss. you had never imagined you’d be in this position with your lifelong best friend but at the same time it felt so familiar to you. you felt safe in his embrace and absorbed the love from his affection deeply. regretfully, he breaks apart the kiss, setting you down carefully on the bed. you sat up on your knees and looked up at the brunette who looked down on you with a soft gaze in his eyes.

“now what is it you want me to teach you exactly?” he asks, squatting down to your level, his hand placed gently on top of your hand that rested on your thigh.

“oh um, anything. i really don’t mind.” you reply shyly.

“do you feel comfortable getting undressed for me or is that not okay?” he asks.

“i think im comfortable.”

“okay just take off some layers until you want to stop, is that okay?” he asks gently and you nod, removing your shirt revealing the black lace bra you’d bought yourself for your last birthday. you notice matt also removing his shirt.

“matt you don’t have t-“

“yes i do. it’s only fair. if you’re gonna be vulnerable, so am i.”

“okay.” you reply, blushing as you shimmied out of your jean shorts, him removing his jeans and tossing them to the side.

“i think this is good.” you say, very aware of your bareness.

“okay.” he says as you look back up at him.

“do i look okay?” you ask with a gleam in your eye.

“gorgeous.” he smiles, bending over and reconnecting your lips softly for a few moments.

“okay, i’m gonna teach you how to give head, that alright?” he asks and you nod eagerly. now that you’d seen him in this light, you didn’t think you’d ever be able to see him another way, and that didn’t bother you.

slowly, he pushed the waistband of his boxers down, revealing his soft cock. at first glance he was already big and that made you nervous as to what was to come.

“give me your hand.” he asks quietly and you do so. gently, he wraps your hand around his length.

“okay, now carefully but not too carefully, jerk me off.” he says and you do so, pumping your hand slowly up and down his cock. his hand wrapped back around yours moving you a little bit faster before letting go. you keep the speed and feel the blood begin to rush to his length. he thickened in your hand quickly as he muttered and mumbled words you couldn’t make out above you.

“you’re doing so good y/n.” he says.

“you’re so big matt.” you say before looking up at him with a smirk on his face.

“give me your hand.” he requests and you do so, removing your hand from his dick and holding it up to him. slightly, he bends over and spits a puddle of saliva into your hand.

“now do that again.” he continues and you do so, working the liquid into the skin of his swollen cock.

“good girl.” he mutters, a blush creeping into your cheeks once again.

“okay, are you ready babygirl?” he asks, using two fingers to tilt your chin upward to him.

“yes.” you reply lowly.

“i’ll start easy on you, open your mouth a little bit and stick out your tongue a bit as well.” he says and you do so, earning a nod of approval from the brunette.

“now take me into your hand, and put the tip onto your tongue.” he says and you do as your told, placing his wet, pink tip onto your tongue.

“now if you want you can brush your tongue along the underside of my tip,” he says and you begin to do so, “yeah just like th- fuck, it’s so-“

“sensitive.” you smirk, taking him away from your mouth for a moment.

“yeah, that.” he replies as your put it right back wear it was.

“now you can kind of take your tongue where ever you like, you can move all the way down to the base or you can circle the tip, whatever feels comfortable to you.” he says and you act upon his words, dragging your wet, warm tongue down his shaft to the base of his cock. you moved your way back up, circling the tip just like you’d been told.

“is this okay?” he asks, holding your hair in a ponytail.

“mhm.” is all you reply as you work your tongue magic on his thick cock.

“now, if you’re ready, you’re gonna protect your teeth with your lips and start to take some of the shaft into your mouth.” he says and you do so, making an ‘o’ shape with your mouth you take some of him into your mouth, continuing to pay close attention to detail with your tongue.

“yes just like that.” he grunts as you make it just less than half way down his shaft before you begin to feel your gag reflex. quickly, you take him out of your mouth and look up at him.

“am i doing okay?”

“you are doing perfectly, is something wrong?”

“no, just don’t know how much i can take.” you sigh, avoiding a giggle,

“try to take a little more for me baby.” he asks and you nod, carefully taking him back into your mouth, pushing more of his cock in. you make it a moment further before gagging and pulling him out, spit webbing from your lips.

“god, i’m so close im sorry.” you sigh out.

“don’t apologize, here, hold onto your thumb like this, it’s shuts off your gag reflex.” he says and you copy his hand. using your free hand, you take his cock back into your mouth, your other hand gripping mercilessly onto your thumb, praying that maybe you could impress him. much to your surprise, you took him with ease, his happy trail tickling your nose as he bottomed out in your throat. you pulled him out with a pop, breathing heavily to get air back, not realizing you’d been holding your breath.

“that was so good baby, do you wanna try bobbing your head?” he asks and you do so, trying to mimic the same rhythm you used with your hand, your tongue tracing the bottom of his thick shaft.

“god you’re amazing.” he groans as his grip on your hair grows tighter, not pressuring you to move any other way. you continued this seemingly perfect routine, his moans and grunts growing closer together, his cock swelling even more. you could tell he was about to bust, as much as he didn’t want this night to end.

“oh fuck i’m gonna cum y/n.” he says lowly as you take him all the way, his warm, milky climax spurting down your throat, you pulled him out slightly, allowing him to finish on your tongue before you impressively, swallow his nut.

“you’re a fucking natural.” he scoffs, a smile spreading across his face as you wiped your lips from the mixture of saliva and cum.

“really?”

“god yes.” he says, tackling you to your bed pressing sweet kisses all over your face.

“so, can we do this again sometime?” you ask, face inches away from him.

“oh yeah? what’s our next lesson?” he replies.

“what about that, but on me?” you smirk.

“so the next one is you grading me?” he giggles.

“duh.” you reply, “or maybe we can call it the final, and we can go all the way?” you continue and he hugs you to his chest tightly.

“are you sure?”

“yes matt, i trust you. god you’re amazing.”

“i just can’t wait to show you the good sex you actually deserve. i in fact will not, stick it in, nut and then leave.” he laughs.

“well id hope not, better live up to the hype.”

“i won’t let you down.” he smirks reconnecting your lips.

“we never specified when this next ‘lesson’ was.” he sighs.

“soon. very soon.” you reply.

it was moments later that the two of you got cozy, deciding that maybe you should sleep together in the bed instead of a few feet apart on a sectional in your living room. and maybe you shouldve done this way sooner than your 21st birthday party.

[sturnsluv]

meddle about pt. 1

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: when Y/N finds herself falling for her big brothers life-long enemy, will she choose love or family?

warnings: mentions of blood

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3:43 pm

I watched Matt storm off, blood dripping from his nose, and chest heaving like some sort of MMA fighter after a match. My head whipped back towards my brother, who stood there like he was some sort of god, shoulders broad, face solemn, and that same bloody nose leaking wine-looking stains all over his white shirt.

“What the hell Jack!” I shouted. This is all they ever do: fight, fight, and fight. My brother Jack and Matthew Sturniolo have hated each other for as long as I can remember, which I completely understand. Matt’s an insufferable dickhead with an ego the size of the Titanic. Despite my best efforts to avoid him, I always manage to find myself around him, caught in the crossfire of their endless feud.

Matt’s brother Nick has been my best friend since 2nd grade when he punched a boy who made fun of the tiara I wore to school that day. Since then, I have been forced into a house that always consists of Matt. Although my hatred partly came from my loyalty to my big brother, Matt’s attitude had a way of making me hate him all by myself. Like all the times he’s made snide comments about Jack’s ability on the hockey team. Or the way he looks at me like his eyes are bullets piercing into my skin with every remark he makes. 

“What? he was being a dick!” Jack hollered back, his face contorting with a mix of confusion and anger. His short, permed, brunette hair fell messily in front of his eyes, and the back stuck up all which ways. He stood tall like Dad, but his green eyes came from our Mother. 

“Mom is going to kill you Jackson,” I say through gritted teeth, my frustration with their constant fighting boiling over. Mom had explicitly warned Jack that the next fight with Matt would result in him being done with hockey, but it seemed like these two senseless men couldn't keep their hands off each other, no matter the consequences.

Jack only had the energy to roll his eyes at me and stumble away, most likely to go clean up his battered face. I sighed in frustration, feeling the weight of our recurring “Sturniolo” drama settling in once again. Ignoring the turmoil brewing inside me, I reached down to my back pocket and pulled out my phone, immediately clicking on Nick’s contact.

Y/N:

our stupid brothers fought again 🥱

nick😛:

you HAVE to be fucking kidding me.

Y/N:

I wish I were bro

Nick😛: 

at this point I think they’re secretly in love and this is all a cover up

I giggle to myself cause honestly, he’s probably right. Nick always has the perfect way of making me laugh, and he’s one of the only people in my life I never feel judged around. Nick has held me as I cried and laughed with me hours later over the stupid boys who’ve broken my heart. He’s even forced Matt to pick me up after I had been stranded at parties or events. Overall, he’s always been there for me. I have other friends of course, but those friendships have never felt real to me, always one-sided on my part. 

 Looking up I slide my phone back into my pocket and begin the most dreadful trek across the football field. Okay, that was dramatic but looking for Jack isn’t exactly something I'm up for right now. Tonight is going to be restless from the amount of bickering I'm about to hear from him and Mom. The house was already loud enough with Mom and Dad fighting. Ever since I was eight years old, Mom and Dad haven’t gotten along. They’ve tried almost everything to mend their marriage. Even couples counseling, but nothing ever worked, so me and Jack just have to deal with it.

 I sigh to myself as my mind races, and the gentle trudge across the field continues toward the locker room, where I assume I’ll find my brother. But the fighting won't even be the worst part of it all. The worst part will be tomorrow when I'm over at Nick’s house, hearing Matt bitch and moan about Jack. I swear every time I’m around him I have to fight the urge to strangle him. All he talks about is the stupid cheerleaders he’s hooking up with, or lacrosse this, hockey that. His voice is unbearable and it’s genuinely the reason I question if I want to go over every time Nick asks. 

Suddenly I'm broken out of my thoughts when I hear my name called from behind me. I turn around and see the one and only center of my anger. Matt. His voice cuts through the tension-filled air like a knife. His expression is unreadable, but his body language exudes a mix of exhaustion and hesitation.

“What do you want?” I yell back at him. He’s standing about twenty feet away from me with the same bloody face he had about thirty minutes ago. My face drops when he starts to jog towards me and I’m filled with a feeling of ‘please leave me alone.’ 

As Matt gets closer the sound of his sneakers hitting the wet, sloshy turf rises, and so does my frustration. “You have a ride home?” He breathes out, panting lightly. Matt places a hand on his knee to steady himself, while the other scratches the back of his neck. His face is flushed and red. The fight obviously damaged him, and he looked nervous to be standing in front of me.

“That’s seriously all you wanted?” My face gains a snarky scowl and I look him up and down, noticing the way his hand is running through the hairs at the back of his neck and the way he lightly taps his foot on the ground. It's apparent he’s on edge, which I assume is because of the fact he just beat my brother's ass, but I couldn’t care less about either of them right now. I mean I do love my big brother, but not when he’s acting so prideful after doing something so wrong. Even if he wasn’t the one to initiate it. Matt’s loud but unsteady voice cuts off my thoughts.

“Well I just assumed Jack left, and Nick's order is to always look after you, even if I want to kick your face in,” He exclaims as he smiles sarcastically at me. I scoff and look away mumbling a quick ‘I’m good’ under my breath. I hear him start to speak, but I cut him off by turning around and continuing my path toward the locker room. I assume at that moment he turns as well, going off in search of his car.

As I walk away my feet drag against the turf, little beads coming up beneath me and I’m overwhelmed with strange, alluring thoughts of Matt’s bloody face. 

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11:47 pm

God, will they ever shut up? I listen to Mom’s and Jack’s muffled voices from the kitchen. Tossing and turning in my bed, I put my fluffy, pink pillow around my ears to attempt to surround myself in silence. That doesn’t work as the pillow is too thin, and the yelling continues pounding into my eardrums. 

When the school called earlier and told our parents what happened, Mom was pissed immediately. Even though the fight was after school hours, it still took place on “school property” so both Jack and Matt ended up suspended. On any normal occasion, I’d be delighted to hear about Matt’s suspension (as it happens quite frequently), but now that Jack’s involved I think I might go insane. His presence in the chaos only amplifies the tension in our home.

But I keep thinking about Matt, and what he said to me. He’s usually not the type of guy to walk over offering any type of help. He’s one of those mysterious types of guys who always get into trouble, even though you barely see them talk. I think it’s all an egotistical act he does to seem tough. Whenever I’m at Nick’s he’s hidden away in his room playing video games made for children. It’s so out of character of him to even think of me and the more I contemplate, I can’t help but grin. Sitting up on my mattress I slap my face. What the fuck am I thinking? Nothing about Matt Sturniolo should be making me smile. Not the way his hair flops in front of his eyes, or the way his mouth lifts to the side when he smiles. Even the way his arms flex when he wraps his hands around a lacrosse stick. Ew! What am I doing? 

I lay my head back on my pillow, letting the thoughts of Matt drift out of my mind. My brain starts to calm and just as I’m about to fall asleep- Ding! 

“Ugh,” I verbally groan at the sound of my phone snapping me back awake. I reach my hand out and turn it over, and the bright screen practically blinds me. As my eyes start to adjust I’m finally able to see what the message is.

Matt Sturniolo: 

hey I gotta ask you something

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a/n: first chapter lmk what you guys think! 😊 comment to be on my taglist!

[blindingliqhts]

i'm going to thorpe park on friday so (naturally) here are my hcs for the foxes at a theme park:

they absolutely go to a theme park together sometime shortly before the girls graduate. wymack and abby were invited to join them, but they decided to stay behind for a much-needed day of peace.

HCs for each character:

allison treats everyone to fast-track passes to skip the long queues. what do you mean they aren't essential??? she's never been to a theme park without them. she also is number one hater of those couples in the queue who are doing WAY too much PDA. she refuses to go on any rides with water involved because she doesn't like getting her hair wet. she also ends up being 'in charge' as such- she's the one who always decides what ride they're going on next.

neil is such an adrenaline junkie: there isn't a single ride he won't go on, and he loves every single minute of their day, from the overpriced food to the queues (albeit short ones- thanks allison). guy after my own heart fr <33

andrew will go on most things, but anything too high is obviously a no (for example stealth at thorpe park which is 62m high). ofc only neil knows that andrew is afraid of heights, but the others don't comment when he stays behind to smoke rather than getting on the next ride.

kevin also refuses to go on any water rides. he gets stopped by a few people who recognise him but it doesn't really bother him. if they didn't have fast-track passes he would be the WORST complainer about the wait times

dan and matt are lowkey that couple in theme park queues, and they both will get on anything

aaron gets teased by the others for screaming like a girl. multiple times throughout the day, he gets his height measured by staff in the queue to check he's tall enough for the ride (damn kevin and matt for making him look even shorter by comparison). he also hates the PDA couples but if he went with katelyn they would totally be one of them

nicky is incapable of going through the exit of a ride without finding their photo on the screen first. and yes he absolutely does buy at least one of them to go on the photo wall in the lounge back at the court. fuck their ridiculous prices, he also has to get a couple of souvenirs because if you don't want one of those shitty little ride-themed water bottles then you must just hate fun (according to him anyway)

renee is calm and collected as always, but she screams a lot on all the rides because that makes it more fun

extra stuff

none of the boys thought to bring a bag, so they end up constantly asking renee to let them put stuff in her bag. renee does and says she doesn't mind, but allison tells her not to let them because how else are they going to learn to bring one next time???

nicky brings way too much stuff (which then also goes in renee's bag). someone tell him you do NOT need to bring a big bottle of sun cream and two pairs of sunglasses your ass is not going to use them

neil sometimes hesitates when he sees andrew hang back when he doesn't want to go on a ride. once or twice, he chooses to stay back and wait with andrew for the others to be done, but all it takes is a look andrew's way to understand that andrew doesn't mind waiting on his own at all (but he loves neil's quiet company those times neil stays behind with him)

PLS tell me any of your own headcanons about this and if you agree/disagree with any of this 🫶🫶

[bl4nk-pag3]

— Stairway to Heaven.

synopsis: You never thought the elevator being broken would be the last straw for your little crush to develop to something more.

pairing: gyuvin × gn!reader

warnings: gyuvin falls really hard, and I mean literally, he falls and sprain his ankle.

word count: 2.4k

a/u: this idea just came to me, I was reading a really good fanfic on AO3 (if you have it, look up for "a piece of mosaic", it's a masterpiece, but it's a gyuwook fanfic so, be aware!) And I know my gyuvin is nothing like the incredible work they did in their work, but this really made me inspired so I would like to thank the autor anyways. If you like the song recommendation, the song of the fic is Fade (English version) by Jeff Satur!

You couldn't say at what moment that whole routine had started. If from the moment you moved into those old apartments in a part so far from the center he was already present in your daily life, or if at some point he had simply showing up in your life as if he was a person who belonged there. Anyway, it was almost natural for you to expect to see the figure in the same place as always, almost as if he was waiting for you.

It might sound strange to say it that way, but seeing a boy your age every day in an environment where you could look everywhere and just see old ladies drinking coffee or watering their plants really was something new, and one you didn't mind at all staring a little bit every day.

It was a simple schedule: You would leave the apartment right after breakfast with your parents and make your way to the elevators which took too long to work given all the wiring in the building looked to be at least fifty years old and had never been changed since its installation. In the process, you might even find some old sir to talk to, but when the doors finally opened, you could count the seconds (three, to be exact) until your eyes met the glittering ones of the tall boy who was always in the elevator before you, without any mistake and without missing a day since the first time you had seen him.

To say he was handsome was almost an understatement as the looks he shone in everyone's faces so early in the morning.

The boy was tall, in an almost exaggerated way actually. His hair was a light brown that, to your basic knowledge, couldn't be natural at all, but for some reason it seemed to complement his face, which naturally wasn't so pale, but had a healthy tan that showed on his cheeks, who always looked flushed. His size was also enviable, with his broad shoulders and always wearing a jacket that you had thought was from some basketball team, but with little knowledge, you couldn't tell for sure if it was the school team or if it was some team that he cheered, because you had never been able to see the name on his back either, always seeing him from the front in the elevator, leaning against the matte aluminum that also didn't give you any chance of seeing at least his last name.

It was almost frustrating to know all those details about your neighbor but not have any names to give him.

— You know you can just, talk to him, right? - Your friend who was sitting on the living room floor all this time didn't seem to have even a bit of empathy in her being to understand your side as she calmly filed your nail as a mere hobby until it was time for her to leave since her parents had already said that she had better go before it became dark.

If it was such an easy task to talk to him, you obviously would have done it on day one, maybe had a casual conversation just to get the basic information on your little crush. But it turns out that at the very moment you opened your lips to say something, the brown and expectant eyes of the boy from the sixth floor (as you had affectionately nicknamed him, even without knowing exactly where he lived) made you go back, feeling your throat suddenly dry without being able to say anything. And then you're back to square one where you're mentally beating yourself up and he's back to the blank stare as he waits to get downstairs.

— The thing is: I can't, i freaking can't! I thought we had already established that. — Your only instinct amid all the frustration was to pull the pillow that was next to you up to your face, burying in there all the frustration while having your friend next to you complaining that you had taken your hand away from her when she was already finishing.

— So you're going to wait for the only boy your age in these apartments to lose interest in you because you keep running away from confrontation? Very mature of you, Y/n — It was obvious that your friend was right, but when wasn't she? The point was, you knew about each of these things and you were grieving for each of them.

Maybe it was better that way. Maybe it would be better if the boy from the sixth floor just forgot what a pathetic person you were, screaming into the pillow about a person who didn't even know your name and was only minimally nice to smile at you when you met.

Lifting your gaze from the pillow to the friend fiddling with her cell phone, she was ready to talk about leaving when your eyes met, and when she saw your eyes of a puppy that had been kicked out of the moving truck, all she could do was to do was roll her eyes and raise her arms in surrender.

— I can't do anything else, I won't flirt with a guy for you. Sorry, Y/n - She was being clear in making that statement, and you sincerely understood the reason for the drastic decision, after all it wasn't the first time that you, in the midst of your far-fetched ideas, put her in the middle of the crossfire between your feelings and the people you like, but it was a little cruel to see her getting up and grabbing her bag that was already packed to leave.

— I wasn't going to ask you that... Not literally...

You got up right away, deciding to at least accompany your friend to the ground floor where she could go out on her own. The truth was, you still held out hope as you walked out the door with keys in hand that she was going to end up feeling sorry for your dog face, but obviously knowing the girl for what she was, that was basically impossible.

The best part of the arrangement of the buildings was that, due to the old architecture, the corridors were completely open for the apartments to breathe in general, and so you could see the effects of autumn slowly lingering, with colorful leaves falling everywhere and making all the gray buildings somehow seem to have more life. So even though the walk to the elevators seemed delayed by your constant complaining about your unhelpful friend, and with her counter-arguing everything you said, it was still a pretty image to distract yourself with.

— Why is everything in your life about 'timing'? - Distracted by the leaves flying and falling inside the corridors, you hadn't noticed that your friend had already stopped and was now facing the elevator that had a small sheet printed with the printer of dubious quality written in the standard font, but with bold letters.

" ELEVATOR UNDER MAINTENANCE

GIVE PREFERENCE TO THE STAIRS. "

Which wasn't a problem for you, it was only ten flights of stairs that you could casually take if you were reasonably fit, but you really cared about the older neighbors you had.

— I hope they don't take too long to fix it.

Your friend gave you a complicated look that you didn't understand, and honestly? Sometimes she was complex to understand anyway, wanting to give her opinion but thinking she had already interfered too much with your whole life, wanting to see how you could exercise your independence now that you had it. Soon the path to the last step was smooth, you said goodbye and it didn't take more than fifteen minutes for you to be on your floor again.

But this time you stopped for a few seconds, suddenly feeling a little melancholy thinking that even they fixed it, it would be difficult for you to see that boy. And even if in a way you believed it to be a positive change, it was strange to think of a routine without him now that you had him as such a present person.

- . 🍂 ˖ ˚ -

Luckily the busy week didn't let you focus too much on that anyway. Not knowing exactly how much extra time you should take out of your day to go down the stairs, it took a few days to actually find a time that perfectly coincided with what you used to take the elevator for, and even then it was rare that you had time to not even breathing as you raced down the stairs only to be too early once again.

It was a bit frustrating, so this time you had decided that you weren't going to go through with it at all.

Leaving the front door a little earlier than usual, but not enough to stress the sleepless migraine, you locked the door and followed the halls to the stairs directly, already used to the idea to even go to the elevator to check if it had miraculously started working again.

Cutting your way past it, it was even quicker to reach the stairs. And when you finally laid eyes on the big number 5 that indicated your floor, you sighed casually, lifting your face toward the next flight of stairs, like if you still had the hope that magically the boy with brown hair would appear in your vision, and even if it seemed strange you standing there in the middle of the stairs facing the space between one floor and another, it was stranger when you noticed that he really was there, and it wasn't a hallucination.

Suddenly feeling your neck start to get hot with embarrassment, you even tried to look away from the tall boy who was wearing the same red basketball jacket you saw every day, but just by looking at his face and there it was, opening that blinding smile that only he had, and this time there was no doubt that it was just for you, and not a simple matter of politeness.

You felt bewildered, with your eyes glazed only on him and not caring at all about the fact that the minutes were passing by, since you had already woken up early anyway, distracting yourself only with his presence for as long as necessary to end the longing that was growing inside your chest, even if you still didn't feel comfortable to directly name that feeling.

But apparently you weren't the only one completely out of sorts on that very peculiar encounter. It was obvious that you already expected to meet him at some point outside the elevator, by God, you lived in the same building, it was impossible for you to have such different routines to the point of not even casually bumping into each other. The biggest shock for you actually was that he seemed to have been looking forward to it just as much.

Watching him take a step forward towards you, you moved only to face him, feeling the breath hitch in your throat and everything slowly going silent, only drowned out by your heart pounding against your ears. With the autumn leaves falling all around making it more and more difficult to clean the corridors, that scene was even more beautiful in your eyes. And when you released the air that was trapped in your chest, it was as if the next scene rushed to make up for the time that the two of you had to feel all that vibration.

Stopping to remember, you would certainly understand that it had been sheer stupidity not to look down when the stairs became so dangerous full of dry leaves and the light drizzle that sometimes fell there before cleaning, but at that moment, neither you nor the boy seemed to get it as he stepped on the first step of the stairs and tumbled comically down the next thirteen.

It was an ugly fall, the kind you wouldn't want to remember later. And even though your only reaction would have been to bring both hands to your mouth in full panic, as soon as the tall boy landed on the flat floor holding his ankle and awkwardly laying with a grin on his face, you ran to him, throwing back all the shyness you had built around the relationship between the two of you to be able to come to his aid, holding his shoulder and trying to see where he had been hurt.

— Wah, I must have died... – It was the first time you'd heard the boy's voice in all those weeks of intense pining, it was thick, unmistakably beautiful too, the kind you could easily have running on a podcast for comfort. Blinking confusedly at him, you looked into his eyes for a moment, only to see the tops of his cheeks flush for a moment before he hid his face in his large hand to deflect his smile. — For an angel to be taking care of me like this.

You didn't want to, he was clearly hurt there, he had literally rolled over to you and now he could barely get up... But that idiotic attempt at flirting was enough to make you laugh until you threw your head back, not being able to understand why he was so funny, however it seemed to be enough to make him relax his shoulders and complain of pain, laughing right away at how really you two were in such a delicate situation after all that time living only for appearances.

— And the angel has a beautiful laugh. I'm Gyuvin, Kim Gyuvin, and I would ask you out, but I don't even know if I can get up right now. — From the way he tried to get up to stretch out his hand, it was very likely that he had hit a lot more than his ankle and his ass, so all you could do was shake your head with that smile still on your lips, getting up first and holding onto his hand, using all the strength you had, being to help Gyuvin to his feet, even though he still seemed to sway to the side.

— So can I take you home? I already missed my schedule anyway... Y/N, it's a pleasure, Gyuvin.

[ieatkeyboard]

Date Night

Diavolo cancels on Lucifer last minute but the avatar of Pride doesn't want to cancel the reservation so he takes you with him Warnings: Nsft, Lucifer X Reader, unprotected, P in V, intimate. T Crimson nails complemented the silk around his neck as he neatly tied his tie. He was going to some fancy restaurant that opened up. The tall mans DDD and he took it off the coffee table. "Hello, Lucifer! I'm afraid Barbatos is keeping me in tonight as I got more work last minute T_T How about you take MC with you, take them on that date you've been telling me about :P" The avatar sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. He hesitated before replying. "Of course, give me directions and I'll ask them right away." "Good Luck! :D" He looked at his phone as anxiety filled his stomach. At the end of the day, if you say no, what's the big deal, right? He tapped your name on his phone and began typing. "Hello, Mc. Are you busy?" His cheeks became hot when he saw you typing. "Hey, Luci! I'm free right now, what's up?" "Diavolo and I had a reservation at a new restaurant but something came up last minute and he had to cancel. Would you like to go with me instead?""Of course! Do I need to dress up?""It is a formal establishment so yes, if you don't mind.""Alright! How long do I have to get ready?""Twenty minutes, preferably wear something red. I'll get you from your room before we go.""See you then ;)" His pale lips curved into a gentle smile. It wouldn't be the first time he'd taken you out to dinner and he hoped this wouldn't be the last but it always gave him butterflies. You slipped on a black sleek maxi dress. The last time he saw you wear it to a party he wouldn't stop staring at you. You put on a ruby necklace, a matching ring and red heels. You figured it would be enough red to get away with. Eyeliner and lashes were saved for last. You had 5 minutes to spare. Not bad you thought, grabbing your DDD and sending the demon a text. "I'm ready to go!" The three dots popped of quickly, as if he were eagerly waiting for you to be done. "Of course, I'm on my way." You heard a knock on your door and opened it with a smile. A soft pink blossomed on his cheeks as he looked at you. "You look gorgeous." He mumbled and his eyes went wide as you giggled. "I could as the same for you, I can see why you wear red so often." Your hand went to his cheek. "Now..We have to sneak out or my brothers are gonna throw a fit. I'd prefer it was just us at this dinner." He explained holding your hands in his. "I'll head out first, you follow behind a couple minutes later. If my brothers ask, say you're going with a friend." "Alright." You watched him walk out and heard him yell at Mammon to behave while he was gone. You sat, scrolling devilgram for a couple minutes, going through what your excuse would be. You hurried down the stairs, carrying your heels and quickly putting them on. Asmo saw you and became curious. "Ooo you're all dolled up! Why are you in such a hurry?" The strawberry haired boy asked, grabbed your purse and handing it to you. "My friend's going through a breakup so I'm taking her out on a friend date to help her forget him. But I spent to long trying to figure out what to wear." You said, rushing to get your heels back on. "And no you may NOT come. She needs a break from dating and you're a giant flirt. Have fun, behave, you wanna party go to a club, love ya!" You yelled running out the door. You ran down the front steps and walked past a couple trees until large hands pulled you out of sight. A deep, familiar voice whispered in your ear, "Relax, it's me." Your breathing slowed and he gave you a minute before walking you to his car. Of course, a matte black camaro. He opened the door for you and you got in, Soon enough he was next to you and driving away from the dark house. The drive consisted of talking about each other's week and complementing each other. You pulled up to the building and he parked. "Are you read, Darling?" You flushed at the name, smiling and nodding as he got out and opened the door for you.

You linked arms as he spoke to the woman at the counter, she walked you to your seats and left you with two menus.

You were glad he told you to dress up or you'd stick out like a sore thumb. The light was dim and warm as crystal chandeliers reflected the light. "I feel so out of place" You giggled. "It's beautiful." "Don't worry, you look the part. They'd never know how clumsy you are by looking at you." He smirked. "And they wouldn't know you're a lovey dovey dork by looking at you." You retorted, smirking as he looked at you with wide eyes. "Oh really?" He smiled as he leaned forward "Really." You smiled, grabbing his hand and running your thumb over his.

You ordered food and got a couple glasses of wine in your system. "Baby?" "Hmm?" He hummed, looking up at you. His eyes shone brightly as he looked at you. He looked so calm. Happy. "Are you ready to go home?" You asked, holding his hand and he nodded, grabbing his wallet and taking some cash out. You stacked the dishes and left the money there as you walked out. He walked you to the car and watched as you almost twisted your ankle, heels and alcohol was not a good mix. He opened the car door and knelt down. "Face me, Honey." He said holding your knee. You turned so your legs were out of the car and he slipped your heels off. A sigh of pleasure fell from your mouth. "There we go. Much better." He smiled at you and buckled you in before closing the door. He held your hand the entire drive home, occasionally giving the back of your hand a kiss. You held your uncomfortable shoes in one hand as Lucifer carried you to the house. "Can you open the door for me?" He asked, kissing your head as you reached for the door knob. "There you go" You said softly, kissing his jaw as he step in the house. "Now close the door." He said, turning you so your feet were towards the door, you managed to slip your foot in the door handle and attempted to close it. "Almost there! Come on!" He smiled and you two giggled. When the door closed he kicked his shoes off and placed you down. "Luci?" "Yes?" "Can we dance?"

You two ran into Beel in the hallway and he smiled at you. "You guys look nice." He said before walking off. Lucifer took you into his room and put a record onto his record player. Merry Go Round of Life began to play. "Levi told me you liked the movie this song came from so I figured I'd get it for you." He said as he took one of your hands in his and the other slipped around your waist. "Oh Luci..I love you." You whispered, kissing him. His hand left yours and went to your chin as he deepened your affections. His tongue grazed your lower lip and you opened your mouth. "This dress is beautiful but I think it'd be prettier on the floor" He whispered into your ear as he undid your necklace and placed it on the table. You took off your gloves and set them on the table along with his tie and jacket.

"You want me to do it, don't you?" He whispered, smirking at you. "You know the answer to that." You smiled. He began to roll up his sleeve. You loved how it showed off his forearms. "Better?" He asked, leaning his hands on the bed to support himself as he towered over you. You hummed in agreement and your hands went to the sides of his neck as you brought him into another kiss. "I love you so much." You whispered. "I love you more, Beautiful." He breathed as you slid his pants down half way down his thighs, letting his red boxers stay. He began to grind against your soft entrance, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck. "Lucifer~" You moaned, sliding your hands under his boxers and holding his hips as he continued. "I need you, My Love..Please" He whispered. His teeth grazed your neck as he left marks and his hips stopped in their tracks as you brought his boxers down. "Do it." You said, looking him in the eye. "Use me." Your hands latched onto his back and your legs wrapping around his hips. His thrusts were slow and deep as he kissed you. Soft "I love you"s falling from your mouths. He held your hands and pressed his forehead against yours as you closed your eyes. "I'm close, My Love...I want you to come with me, can you do that?" He mumbled as he groaned. "Yes. Yes please yes." You moaned, arms wrapping around his neck. "I'll count down from 5" 5 "Ohhh Luci!" 4 "Fuck.." 3 "Hold on a little longer, Sweetheart" 2 "FuUCK" 1 He pulled you into a kiss as he fucked his cum into you. He rolled off of you and you laid on his chest. "Let's hope your brothers are asleep." "Mmm, let's hope they don't need anything. I don't feel like picking our clothes off the floor right now." You giggled and grabbed the blanket off the edge of the bed, pulling it over the both of you. "Good night, Luci, I love you." "I love you more, My Dear. Rest well." NOTE: I love this so much. I hope you enjoyed!

[g-girlshavingfun]

December Prompts

11) Sawdust - Matt & Joe

Two decades before the events of LYKY, Matt brings Joe to Nebraska on a pre-Christmas get away. (2,793)

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“Oh good you’re up!” Matt had just finished seeing to the chickens in the barn and was taking the eggs in when he saw Joe approaching the ranch from the dirt track. Despite the cold chill lingering in the air, he was fitted in a snug vest and running shorts, a thin layer of sweat dancing across his skin to keep him warm. Of course he was the kind of man to still go on his 5am jog while on holiday. “Ain't you injured?” And with a cast on his arm.

“Don’t need hands to run farm-boy.” Smirk tugging at his lips, Joe nodded towards the carton of eggs Matt was carrying, the plaid button-up he wore over his shirt, the tall boots his jeans were tucked into. He looked like he was trying not to laugh. He looked like he was about to fail.

“That ain’t my experience, the way you run.” A memory of Joe’s hand on his back as they stormed through an obstacle course at a training camp a few years back flashed through his mind. The pressure between his shoulder blades as his now-best-friend pushed him flat in the mud to get ahead at the starting line. Guilty confusion painted across his face when Matt later offered him a hand up the rope wall. “Besides, that pretty doctor of yours said you should be resting.”

The man just shrugged, holding the porch door open for them both. “It was only 10 miles.” Matt would be half dead if he ran 10 miles every morning. “And she’s not my anything.”

“Fairly sure she wanted to be.”

“Should you even be calling girls pretty anymore? That girlfriend of yours strikes me as the jealous type.”

Against his will, a smile bloomed across Matt’s face. “She ain’t my girlfriend.” Yet. “And Rachel’s stunning, she knows I think she’s stunning. She won’t be bothered if she knew I said someone else was pretty.” His assurance dissipated at the look on his friend’s face, the slight grimace, the shake of his head. “Right?”

“In my experiences with women, the stunning ones are usually the scary ones.” Matt wasn’t exactly sure what Joe’s experiences with women entailed. His roommate had yet to bring a girl back to their place, had never mentioned going on a date. Whenever they wind up at a bar and the more daring of the young women in attendance strike up a conversation with him, his face takes on a slight smirk and he treats himself to more than a few once-overs of their get up, but he’s still alone when the night ends. In fact the only woman Matt’s seen him hold a non-work related conversation with for more than 10 minutes is Rachel, and even that was through gritted teeth and tense jaws on both ends. Still, Matt’s experience with women was pretty limited to farm-hand’s daughters and small-town elementary school teachers who giggle and twirl their hair when he smiles at them. Rachel Cameron is nothing like that and he doesn't quite know what he’s doing. He’ll take all the advice he can get. “Might want to steer clear of telling her who else in the office you think is cute.”

“Noted.”

Matt put the eggs away and cooked up a few for an on-the-go breakfast, sending Joe upstairs to change into something more activity appropriate. His Mama was still in bed, enjoying the reprieve she got when her son was home and took over her usual early morning jobs on the ranch. His Pops was out in the fields with the horses, giving their legs a stretch before he started up the tractor. Matt wanted to get a couple more things done for them this morning, to make up for how long it’s been since his last visit, to make up for the fact this this visit won’t last over Christmas, to make up for how he’s failing as their son, and his first job required a well energised Joe Solomons and a saw.

“Does this suit?” Looking decidedly uncomfortable in his new attire, Joe glared at him, arms splayed out at his sides and feet planted shoulder width apart. He now wore a pair of his Pops’ old overalls, torn slightly at the knees from years of wear, over one of his own shirts, the collar of it poking out beneath the sweatshirt he had pulled on. If Matt gave him a hat and some straw, he’d make a pretty handsome scarecrow.

A laugh burst out of his mouth despite the angered look on his friends face. “You look dashing, Old MacDonald.” Leaping forward, he grabbed hold of Joe’s arm as he turned to leave and change again, laughing away as he tugged the man towards the door, boots echoing along the kitchen tile. “Its your own fault for only packing slacks and running shorts.”

“You said we were gonna work.”

“Ranch work city-boy, no espionage this week.”

They jumped into the pickup, Matt starting the engine and taking them down the dirt track. On assignments, Joe was typically their driver, much more used to the evasion tactics needed in their line of work. He was better at paying attention to their surroundings, the road, and their end goal all at once, while Matt was best at dealing with those things one at a time. Joe was also a bit of a control freak when it came to their missions, not yet trusting his partner to take charge. This meant that he hadn’t adapted to Matt’s style of driving.

“Fucking hell Matt.”

Slamming on the horn, he swerved around the tractor taking up more than half the road, narrowly avoiding the wing-mirrors on his right, a ditch on his left, and another car approaching dead ahead.

“My bad.”

“Where are you taking me anyway?”

“Give me your best guess Sherlock.”

Joe paused, posture shifting from relaxed passenger to agent on a mission. His eyes steeled, jaw sharpening, voice dropping. “You’ve got a jewellery box poking out of your coat that you keep fiddling with. It makes you nervous.” He swallowed. Joe was on the right lines, though it was more the woman the jewellery was for that made him nervous. “You probably picked that up yesterday when you snuck out before dinner though, the receipt’s in your other pocket.” The raise of his eyebrow betrayed his curiosity. “It crinkled when you went for your keys, gave you away. So the box isn’t important” Not true, right now that jewellery was the most important thing he owned. “Ropes and saw in the bed of the car, some kind of mask in your back right pocket,” Matt shifted where he sat, uncertain as to how and when Joe had spotted that. “Unless you’re planning on killing me out in the forest, I reckon we’re headed for the tree farm we passed a sign for a couple miles back.”

Matt hated that the smug bastard was bang on, wished he could wipe the self-satisfied smirk off his face. Instead he just had to laugh.

“Right again Wise Guy.” Trying to think of a challenge for his friend, Matt’s thoughts strayed to the box in his pocket again, the woman it was for. He tried not to grin like an idiot. “Tell me about the jewellery.”

“It better not be a ring Matt.”

“I don’t know, is it a ring Joe?”

“Matt. You’ve known her a few months, it better not be a ring.”

“Whatever happened to when you know you know, to love at first sight?” Matt had known the second he had seen her, had fell completely and irrevocably in love with her on the spot. Heart cracking in his chest, leaping out of his own body and into her hands the second they spoke. The pit in his stomach filling with the light of her, his soul finally feeling whole after centuries of detachment. Unfortunately, Rachel took a bit longer to come around, would take longer still to fall as far as he had, Matt reckoned. That was okay. He had time. He had all the time in the world for her. “Romeo and Juliet only knew each other a few days you know.”

“Romeo and Juliet killed themselves.”

“For love.”

“For stupidity. Matthew Morgan, tell me it’s not a ring.”

Laughter filled the old pickup as they pulled up at the farm, Matt putting the car into park as he enjoyed the signs of stress and panic taking over his best friend. Joe Solomon showed himself to be more than a machine in complete control of himself and those around him so rarely, so Matt took great joy in drawing him out of his protective shell whenever he could. Even if he risked giving him an aneurysm while he was at it.

“It’s not a ring.”

Not yet.

“Thank God. She’s my best chance at getting my apartment to myself again, can’t have you scaring her off.”

“Something tells me Rachel Cameron wouldn’t scare so easy.”

“Propose to her after 5 dates and I bet she would.”

They grabbed the rope and the saw from the bed of the truck and started making their way through rows and rows of Christmas trees, Joe looking like he couldn’t be less interested, and Matt assessing each one closely.

“Why are we here again? Your parents already have a tree.”

“Mrs Doddle across the road ain't. Her husband died a couple years back and her kids don't visit much, nothing against them, they got busy lives, but she needs a hand with labour work like this. She always loved Christmas, wouldn’t want her going without just cause her family ain't around to help.” Making his selection, Matt took step back to observe the tree in its entirety, the way it was leaning, the trees surrounding it. “And the church needs one. They already got a big tree for the chapel, but the room where youth group meets could do with one, I figured since we were already here… what?”

Joe was looking at him funny. The look on his face was a little like the one he had after the obstacle course, the look he had after Matt apologised to a man who spilled coffee on him, the look he had after Matt paused while evading a tail to help a young woman carry her stroller down the stairs. It was his you’re too nice look. His how are you this nice look. His you’re going to get yourself killed being that nice look. Rachel looked at him in a similar way sometimes, eyes curious and mouth slightly parted, head tilted to the side and a smile pulling at her lips.

“Nothing.” Joe just shook his head. “What are you staring at?”

“Tree’s leaning to the right, that means when I cut it down, it’ll fall to the right. So we-”

“Stand on the left?”

Matt grinned. “Newton’s genius strikes again.”

Huffing, Joe tried to hide the matching grin on his face, manoeuvring himself to the left and sliding his hands into his pockets. “What’s the mask for?”

“You never done this before?” He cringed as soon as he said it. Joe wasn’t much of a sharer, everything Matt knows about him has been observed or carefully teased out over time or forced out of him in a battle of wills. Either way, he didn’t volunteer much information about himself on his own free will. One of the easiest ways to learn things about him was to listen to the things he didn’t say.

He never said anything about his folks. Or his childhood. Matt knows almost nothing about his life before the age of 16.

Joe has carefully designed their friendship that way, Matt wasn’t going to push him quite yet.

“The mask is to protect you from the sawdust. Most folks wouldn’t bother but Pops’ Da died of lung cancer a few years back, he’s been pretty insistent on this stuff ever since.” He positioned the saw against the left edge of the trunk and got to work, catching the slightly confused glint in his friends eye before he did. “Sawdust can get in your lungs and mess them up. I don’t know man, Pops said it’s like smoking, which you really need to quit by the way.” Joe just rolled his eyes at him. “Now pay attention, I’m gonna do this one, you do the next one.”

“Oh you’re teaching me now? Lumberjack Matt?”

“Darn right I am.” Before he starting sawing at the trunk, he reached into his pocket and grasped the piece of jewellery, tossing it to his friend. “What do you think?”

“You shouldn’t have.” Opening it up, Joe revealed the long gold chain which held an arc shaped pendant, emeralds glistening in each corner. The initials R.C were engraved on the front in cursive, embossed in a matching green shade. “Aw, it matches my eyes.”

“Is it nice? Do you think its enough? I was thinking of getting the back engraved as well but I don’t know what with? Is it too soon to put an anniversary?”

“Umm yes, yes, and yes.”

“Thought so. But she’ll like it right? I’m getting her other stuff as well, a set of throwing knives and a nice bottle of wine. There’s a notebook I found that’s super organised that I think she’ll love, and I found this pen-”

“I thought you were broke?”

Joe knows he’s broke. Not because he’s snuck a look at his bank statements, or because he’s monitored his spendings and has noticed him reaching for the on sale items recently, but because Joe pays the bills. Recently Joe’s been paying all the bills.

“Well the necklace was a bit pricey…”

The first tree came tumbling down, crashing to the ground near them in a canopy of sound.

Huh. Matt hoped that while they had been talking, Joe had been planning how to get the tree from here to the bed of the car, cause he didn’t have a clue.

“Get the notebook and maybe the knives. Save the pen and the wine for Valentines day. Keep the back of the necklace blank for now. If you don’t screw this up, then further down the line you can get something nice engraved as another present.”

Maybe Joe did know things about women.

“She’s got a sister right? Ally? Are they close?”

Joe was Matt’s new hero. He had tied the rope around the tree, looping it around the trunk and through some of the branches, and now offered one end out to Matt while taking the other himself in his undamaged hand. Together, they started tugging it back up the slope towards where his car was parked.

“Abby, but yeah.” Joe knew her name was Abby. Joe knew the name of granddaughter of the man who serviced their boiler in February. Just in case. “They’re super close, but I haven’t met her yet, it’s probably weird if I get her something right?” He thinks Rachel mentioned her sister wanting a leather jacket…

“Definitely weird don’t do that.” Never mind. “Get Rachel something they can do together. Like, dolls, or something.”

“She’s 12.”

“Why would I know what 12 year old girls like to do?”

The man made a fair point. Problem was, Matt didn’t know what 12 year old girls liked either. He definitely didn’t know what 12 year old girls whose entire family worked for the CIA, who had apparently been honing her skills as an operative her entire life, who now attended a secret academy basically for spy training liked to do.

Yeah, Rachel had let that one slip.

“I’m gonna ask the kids at youth group what to get her, reckon they’ll be more help than you.”

“Hey I’ve given you loads of help!” He had to be fair. Honestly, it was times like today, and most days to be perfectly honest, Matt wasn’t sure what he’d do without Joe Solomon. “Besides, the kids at youth group aren’t going to help you much when they see what you’ve brought them.”

Unsure what his friend meant, Matt turned to look at the tree they were dragging along. Unfortunately, their efforts had left half of the branches tugged off, the pine bristles detaching from the wood and scattering on the floor. The half of the tree in contact with the ground was dripping wet and muddy, soiled from the dampness that remained of last weeks snowfall. Even the base of the tree, the trunk he had so lovingly carved through, suddenly looked ragged and uneven, unlikely to stand up in Mrs Doddle’s house or the youth group building.

“Shit.”

…

“I’m gonna find someone to help us.”

“Good idea farm-boy.”

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Authors note:

I have no idea what happens on a ranch if you cant tell. I also don’t really know the intricacies of Christmas tree acquisition as I’ve always had a fake one, nor do I know if chopping them down actually produces much sawdust. Speaking of sawdust, I think this instalment has the most tenuous link to the prompt so far lol. But we’re going to ignore all that and focus on these two idiots trying to talk about women (AKA Rachel).

[masschase]

“White? I ain’t never fuckin’ seen her wearin’ white.” He shrugged. "Don’t know what to tell you mate; she was definitely wearing white.”

This is from chapter 22, context below, but my post about how Matt and Casey first met in person (as well as why he didn't recognise her despite the surveillance in 2014) is here.

Unsurprisingly this is a line from Matt to Johnny. It comes about after they time jump to 2006 Stilwater so Matt can get his fleur-de-lis tattoo and Johnny can get his Freckle Bitch's.

Johnny surmises that Matt might have a bit of a thing for the Boss because he gets a little smiley when Johnny mentions she'll be so happy he made it official.

Matt admits his attraction but that he's trying his best to shake it. When he can't seem to think of anything that can change Matt's feelings, Johnny advises they hide and watch the exit of the local brothel. Eventually a tall teenage boy comes out, goes into FB's to get food, and then comes out again, throwing Matt's tray aside angrily to sit at their table.

“Johnny, he’s going to see us.“ he whispered. “Why the fuck are we watching some kid eat Freckle Bitch's?” “Look at the kid properly, Miller.” the other man hissed back. He looked again, hoping the bush was camouflaging them sufficiently or they were going to get fucking arrested here. Skinny, delicate and kind of beaten up, short hair with a long fringe poking out of his hoodie, looking very much like a child despite Johnny’s assurance otherwise. Eating his burger and chips like he hadn’t had a meal in days. He looked up, almost straight at the bush where they were hiding. Shit, should they run for it? Or... Fuck. Those eyes. First time he’d seen those eyes and not found them attractive. Cute enough on a kid, but nothing more. Absolutely drop dead gorgeous on a woman, though. “Oh shit." “There ya go.” “That’s the Boss!” “Yeah.”

Johnny admits that whenever he gets into the "gee, my best friend sure has a nice pair of tits" danger zone, he reminds himself who she is, who she was when he first met her(of course, forgetting this when they reunited is precisely why Johnny slept with Casey), and it puts him off.

They end up returning to their own time after angry-2006-Boss nearly catches them. Johnny asks if it helped and Matt says this line. Johnny suggests he'll just have to control himself and reminds him to "side with the wife" because he's hoping to ask Asha to be his girlfriend. Eventually.

If anything, he and the Boss are flirtier than normal that night because it's been brought to the forefront of his mind and because they're drinking the wine Casey and Asha brought back from their time jump to a suffrage protest as shown here. Over their tea afterwards he makes the catastrophic mistake of looking into her eyes, and then decides Johnny's trick is worth a try.

Kid at Freckle Bitch’s. Kid at Freckle Bitch’s. Way too young kid at Freckle Bitch’s stuffing a burger in her mouth. Not hot. But then... woman on balcony. Woman on balcony. Most beautiful woman in the world on a balcony. Woman with a body like a fucking hourglass on a balcony. A woman he'd slow danced with. A woman who a few years later he hadn’t wanted to stop kissing because it felt so good. A woman he watched TV with and made tea for and joked with and touched more than he probably should and imagined in his bed. A woman whose gang's logo was permanently attached to his hip. A woman who he’d forever see in a long white dress. Side with the wife. Fuck. “I uh... I better go, Matty.” she said swiftly. The tea being decaf, it clearly hadn’t balanced out her tipsiness. She came up behind him and hugged him over his shoulders, kissing him on the cheek and smelling of wool and wine and cinnamon and burnt paper, and then she was gone. He waited until he had finished his tea to leave. Running into her outside their rooms seemed dangerous right now.

They managed not to see each other again that night. But that doesn't mean they managed to avoid making some unsuitable choices. They share a wall after all.

[theangelofthedesert]

Can't Think Straight ~Pt. 1~

I always thought of myself as a normal person. Just a regular 17-year-old girl going to school and trying not to fuck up her life. A girl with a few-but good friends, good grades, excellent parents, and an awesome boyfriend. Like I said, I always thought I was normal, just like anyone else. But…There’s this thing, this…feeling, like there’s something wrong. Most of the time I choose to ignore it, as long as I can move on with my day as usual.

Everything was going according to my schedule: Wake up. Take a shower. Have breakfast with my family. Go to school. Do homework with my friends and finally, hang out with my boyfriend. Until the point where I saw a moving truck parked in the garage of the house next to mine, which normally isn’t something weird but…

“Oh, new neighbors!” said  my boyfriend, Matt. “We should go say hi, Annie.” The thing about this town is that it’s so small, every time someone new moves in everyone finds out and tries to investigate every little detail about them, which leads to gossip around the town. Only a few families that have lived here for generations are the ones that still stay in Murkwell Valley for the rest of their life. That was the case of my family. The Watsons have lived in this town for 10 generations and the current Watsons have no intentions of leaving. My parents: Robert and Galena Watson, had dated since high school and, according to them, always thought of getting married once Dad finished college. By the time they were my age, they had already planned their whole future together; and they always make it a point to remind me that I should do the same.

Me? I don’t even know what to study in college, how the heck am I supposed to think about getting married right now? I don’t know if Matt is planning for us to have a future together either. Dad always talks about the way Mom looked the first time he saw her: long dark-brown hair, hazel eyes, and a beautiful smile. He says he just knew he had to marry her. Mom remembers Dad as a tall, black haired bad-boy with gray eyes and that it was love at first sight. Dad says I look just like Mom, but with some of his facial features. My sister, on the other hand, looks exactly like Dad, and my brother looks like Mom. I’m more like a combination of the two of them. That being said, Matt and I have only dated for like 3 months and my parents act like he is the one who will carry me to the altar.

“Ok, let’s go just to say hi, then we can go home.” I said, a little tired. I just wanted to go to sleep after the hard day I had at school with all the preparations for the school’s Pride Dance for the anniversary of its founder, and college counseling to help with choosing the right major; but Matt was too nice to just ignore the new people next door. We started walking towards the truck, when we saw a fluffy dog running in our direction trying to get away from its owner. 

I kneeled and grabbed the runaway dog. As I was trying to look for its tag among all the fur, a girl’s voice caught my attention.

“Hey! That’s my dog!” When I turned to look at her, I went into shock. The girl looked my age but had bobbed, curly, colorful hair, with the right side shaved off. She also had a little piercing on her nose, sky-blue eyes and pale skin. The word that came to my mind was “beautiful”. I had never seen a person that looked like that in this town, since everyone is VERY catholic, we're usually not allowed to dye our hair or pierce our skin. She looked so cool. “Sorry, I was returning from a walk to calm his energy, but it seems he needed a longer walk”

“Oh, don’t worry, I was just catching him for you” I said as I laughed awkwardly and scratched my head. “That’s a beautiful dog,” I added. For someone who is leader of the welcome committee at school, I suck at social interactions with new people, but since I pretty much already know everyone here, I don’t have the necessity of introducing myself that often.

She smiled at me and then looked at the dog. “Yeah, he is pretty cute. It’s a Finnish Spitz, aka a domestic fox,” She laughed “The downside to the breed is its energy.” Once the dog was secured with its leash, she got up and waved at us. “Hi! You must be our neighbors” The girl extended her hand at me. “I’m Minerva, but my friends call me Mina!” She smiled as I grabbed her hand. “And you are…?” She’s so formal.

“Oh! My name is Annabelle, but I go by Annie” Her eyes looked so deep, yet so soft as they gazed back at me. A strange thought came to my mind, but quickly disappeared when Matt shook her hand.

“I’m Matt, Annie’s boyfriend.” Her smile dropped for a second, but came back again as she looked at me. What was that about? “Welcome to Murkwell Valley, Mina.” 

“Thanks for the welcome. It’s nice to know the neighbors are friendly” She kept her eyes on me with a big smile. “And thank you, for catching my dog, I owe you one.”

“Oh, I was just worried that it would run onto the street and get hit or something, you don’t owe me anything” I said, while playing nervously with the edge of my sweater sleeves. She then continued to insist, saying her conscience wouldn’t allow the savior of her ‘precious baby’ go unrewarded. “Ok then, you can pay me back by coming for dinner at my house.” I suggested, but quickly added “-you can bring your family, of course. That way our parents can meet and talk before the other neighbors organize a welcome party and make things awkward by asking a bunch of questions” Her face lit up and nodded. “Great! Dinner at eight, hope you can make it.”

“I’ll tell my parents right away. See you later, Annie.” For some reason, the way she said my name left me feeling weird, as I saw her jump back to her house being followed by her dog. Well, that interaction didn’t go as badly as I imagined. Maybe there’s hope for my awkwardness after all. I’m actually glad we ran into each other, and I hope to get to know more about her…

“What a sweet girl, I hope you can make friends with her!” Matt brought me back from whatever I was thinking, into reality. I shook my head to clear my mind and looked at him. “What happened? You spaced out for a second there.”

“Sorry, I must be mentally beat after today. Volunteering to help Ms. Matisse grade papers was seriously a terrible idea” Matt giggled as he took my hand and walked me back to my house. “You can come to dinner too if you want, babe.” I said hopefully.

“Ehm… I think I’ll pass. The boys invited me to a pre-game party to prepare for this year’s Battle of Murkwell Valley High. Lots of schools from different towns are coming to challenge the current winning team. Us. I even heard a school from the big city is coming.” The big city was actually the state’s capital, Kingsham, but we in the town call it that because there’s only small towns around it and no other city. Matt left a kiss on my forehead and smiled, “Besides, you can start getting to know your new neighbor. You have been a little sad since Holly went to see her mom for the holidays.” I appreciated Matt’s attempt of making me feel better, but I had forgotten Holly left since I had too many things to do, and meeting Mina just now had also cleared my mind of any thoughts. Matt wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. As our lips touched, all the weird thoughts in my mind cleared out, except for one, preventing me from totally enjoying my boyfriend’s embrace.

“Ok, I’ll try to be her friend.” I said with a big sigh because I knew he wouldn’t let the situation go until I caved in. “I love you, babe.” He let out a nervous laugh, probably because he still wasn’t ready to say it back, even when he said it was fine that I said it first.

“I… should go. Gotta help mom with some things before I go to the meeting” I thought it was a party? Whatever, I’m not gonna say anything. He let go of his embrace and quickly grabbed his thing and left. I stood outside the door until I saw Matt leave the street of my house, then I went back in, just to find my parents in the living room watching a movie. I went past them, leaving a kiss on their cheeks and walking towards the kitchen, where my food was in the fridge, waiting for me to reheat it since I got out of school late.

Once I was done washing my plate, I stayed in the living room, chatting with my parents about school and other stuff for a few hours. They asked if Matt had already invited me to the dance, to which I said yes, knowing full well that he didn’t want to come in the first place because he thought it was boring and a waste of time, even though he was aware I was one of the people organizing the damn thing. Nevertheless, I felt that if I said anything he wouldn’t pay attention, like he does when I try to tell him how I feel. 

Later in the day I went upstairs to get ready for dinner. I told my mom as I was going up that I invited the new neighbors over to get to know them, she didn’t seem to mind and started to cook dinner for more people. Gotta love her ability to adapt to a change of plans. On my way to my room, I said ‘Hi’ to my brother, who had his door open and just waved at me; and to my sister, who only responded by closing her door. 

When I was in my room, I quickly took a shower and started to look in my closet for possible options to wear tonight. I narrowed it down to two dresses. One was pink with white flowers on it, the other one was red with black details at the bottom. I decided the pink one was too girly, so I grabbed the red dress and got changed.

As I was putting on a red bra, I noticed the window in the house next to mine had the lights turned on. When I took a closer look, I realized it was Minerva’s room, since I could see the jacket she was wearing today hanging by the door. My face suddenly turned red at the thought of that girl watching me change. I dressed as fast as I could, then I went to see if she was in her room, but Mina wasn’t there.

Since I was already dressed for dinner, I just sat down next to the window while I analyzed the things I saw in her room. There was a shelf with a lot of books, some boxes with the labels “make up” and “winter clothes”, her bed with blue sheets and her laptop on top of it. Multiple band posters were already up on the walls and some weird plushies adorned her desk. She clearly had a busy morning setting up her room. I also saw her dog’s bed in the corner with the word “Zero” stitched to the front, but as I was looking at it, the door opened. Her dog walked in like it owned the place, then Mina walked in wearing just a towel around her body and another on her hair. My face lit up red again, making me throw myself to the ground so she couldn’t see me. 

Once the awkwardness went away, I decided to take a quick look, just to see if she’d noticed me on the window. I slowly raised my head, hoping she didn’t notice how creepy I was being, just to find her looking at dresses like I was doing moments ago. That’s when I realized she was just as nervous as me to have dinner tonight, even if it was with our whole family. I figured making friends was probably difficult for her. Mina looked just as nice as she was this afternoon, the only thing different was the fact that she was still wearing only a towel. Just as that thought crossed my mind, she turned her head around towards the window, forcing me to close the drapes in panic. I don’t know if she saw me or not, but I wouldn’t blame her if she changed her mind about coming to dinner…

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This is gonna be a long story that I hope I can continue to update and not leave unfinished like all of my other works lmao With the help of a dear friend serving as my editor, I'll make sure to write a few chapters in advance to keep posting regularly <3

[nylabear95]

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Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? Spotify is your room messy or clean? clean what color are your eyes? green/blue/grey do you like your name? why? nic is cute what is your relationship status? free describe your personality in 3 words or less eat chip lie what color hair do you have? dark red what kind of car do you drive? color? n/a where do you shop? places how would you describe your style? 🪭🎞️📷🌹🌸 idk favorite social media account twitter what size bed do you have? queen any siblings? younger brother if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? idk. somewhere halfway between the city and the coast favorite snapchat filter? i don't use sc favorite makeup brand(s) idk but i like to buy from mecca how many times a week do you shower? 5-6 favorite tv show? supernatural shoe size? 8 and a half

how tall are you? 163cm/5′4 sandals or sneakers? sneakers do you go to the gym? no describe your dream date somewhere i can take lots of photos, with a nice breeze and sunset how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? like $15 what color socks are you wearing? pink how many pillows do you sleep with? 4 do you have a job? what do you do? not atm lmao. IT! how many friends do you have? i'd say i have 3 bestfriends and a couple of other closer friends i talk to frequently whats the worst thing you have ever done? i cut a close friend out of my life because i was too scared to have a potentially hard/awkward conversation with them. happened several years ago and we reconnected not long afterwards and made amends, and are still bestfriends to this day. we still talk every single day.<3 whats your favorite candle scent? jasmine/sandalwood 3 favorite boy names felix oscar dmitri 3 favorite girl names bella cassie sky favorite actor? matt damon, jake gyllenhaal, ewan mcgregor, tony leung, timothee chalamet favorite actress? anya taylor-joy, kirsten dunst, mia goth, lucy liu who is your celebrity crush? jensen ackles favorite movie? in the mood for love, revenge of the sith, whiplash, marie antionette do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? no money or brains? brains do you have a nickname? what is it? nic, nicky, nickynic, dummy how many times have you been to the hospital? to visit - 100's of times. myself - a few. top 10 favorite songs simple minds don’t you forget about me do you take any medications daily? no what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) im dehydrated so oily. what is your biggest fear? deep water how many kids do you want? 0 whats your go to hair style? just down and curled a lil bit what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) small who is your role model? lucy liu, lol what was the last compliment you received? my hair looks pretty what was the last text you sent? 'how much was da pizza?' how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? no idea what is your dream car? 1987 bmw m3 e30 opinion on smoking? no thank you do you go to college? no what is your dream job? i don’t dream about work would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? suburbs do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? nope do you have freckles? yes do you smile for pictures? sometimes how many pictures do you have on your phone? 10,215 have you ever peed in the woods? no do you still watch cartoons? no do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? never tried wendy’s so maccas Favorite dipping sauce? sweet & sour what do you wear to bed? singlet and pants/underwear have you ever won a spelling bee? in class, yes what are your hobbies? video games, watching movies, photography and other related creative stuff w/ photos like moodboarding, photo editing, i like video editing can you draw? used to do you play an instrument? no what was the last concert you saw? never been to one tea or coffee? iced coffee Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? starbucks i guess do you want to get married? i have no idea. what is your crush’s first and last initial? i am not disclosing this information even to myself are you going to change your last name when you get married? i don’t want to what color looks best on you? black, red and blue do you miss anyone right now? dean winchester. the undisclosed person from 3 questions ago.

do you sleep with your door open or closed? closed do you believe in ghosts? don’t like to think about it what is your biggest pet peeve? people talking to me while i have headphones on. people asking me if something's wrong. last person you called my brother! favorite ice cream flavor? peppermint choc chip regular oreos or golden oreos? regular chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? rainbow what shirt are you wearing? this cute red velvet cami for halloween what is your phone background? pink orchids are you outgoing or shy? more on the shy side do you like it when people play with your hair? no do you like your neighbors? no do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? yes every morning have you ever been high? yes have you ever been drunk? yes last thing you ate? crackers with cheese and vegemite + red bull favorite lyrics right now idk but i have a line from don't cha by pussycat dolls stuck in my head because of a dean/crowley video summer or winter? autumn:) day or night? night dark, milk, or white chocolate? all three :) favorite month? january what is your zodiac sign capricorn who was the last person you cried in front of? probably tim lol

[heartduvet]

Evergreen

synopsis he finds you exhausted on his bed after a long day of preparing for your exams

warnings none, its all tooth rotting fluff

notes i love mattheo riddle i wish boys with curly brown hair and puppy dog eyes would exist

It was a cold November evening. The constant murmur of the lake and the soft candle lights made the atmosphere scenic. The rich, deep green comforters paired nicely with the silvery walls and other furniture. You honestly preferred the Slytherin colors to your blue ones. 

You were studying in his room, while Mattheo was at quidditch practice. Your final exams were coming up and stress consumed your entire being. It reflected on your overall look as you had greasy hair, eye bags, and breakouts. You felt like you’ve never looked worse.

When he came back from practice, he saw you, sitting on his bed, fully immersed in your studies, occasionally mumbling potion steps that you had a hard time memorizing as you mindlessly played with your wand. 

A small smile spread across his lips as he took in the scene. You always looked beautiful, but right now you were glowing to him. He felt like all the candle lights burned just to illuminate you. 

He often made parallels between you and an evergreen. Unlike the other trees, whose leaves changed with the seasons, evergreen’s stood tall and beautiful throughout the whole year. 

You were his evergreen. The only constant point throughout his chaos. Mattheo felt like he would never be able to express just how much he appreciated you being in his life.

The mere fact that you were his, and only his crossed his mind daily and left him feeling giddy. Beauty, smarts, kindness, curiosity, an open mind and heart, he could honestly go on, you’ve got it all.

Mattheo walked up behind you and hugged you, resting his head on your shoulders. He took in your scent and let out an exhausted sigh. 

“Hello gorgeous,” he muttered and pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

You instinctively relaxed into his touch and leaned back into him. You blushed at the pet name and turned around to properly embrace him which he immediately returned holding you tightly. Hugging him felt like someone took the weight off your shoulders. He was your little island you could seek comfort in. 

“You smell nauseatingly sweaty,” you chuckled as your fingers found his curls and started a familiar dance with them. 

He smiled into your hair and pulled back to look at your face. 

“Just wanted to say hi first,” his hands brushed your stray hairs back and examined you. “You look exhausted, how long have you been studying for?” His tone sounded concerned as his dark eyes met yours. You could swear they sparkled. 

“I’m fine, it hasn’t even been that long,” she smiled and pressed a quick kiss on his palm that cupped her face. 

He gave her his signature oh really? look and shook his head. “I find that hard to believe. I found you buried in your books this morning, and I’m pretty sure you haven’t moved an inch since you came over to my room. Look, there’s a perfect dent where you sat on the bed,” he pointed out with a chuckle.

You rolled your eyes at the last comment. “Time flies when you’re having fun?” You offered a sarcastic remark with an awfully tired tone and smile. You sighed and leaned back onto him. “Sorry, I’ll wrap up in a second. I just need to do good on this exam,” you muttered into his collar bones.

He nodded in understanding and placed a kiss on your forehead. “I get that, but you also need to rest. All your efforts will be futile if you don’t.” He took a second to think about what to say next. “What do you say you finish for the day, hm? I’ll take a quick shower and we can talk about this more if you want.”

You hesitantly nodded in agreement to which he flashed you a smile. Mattheo got up and disappeared in the bathroom.

When he reappeared ten minutes later, he found you dozing off over the textbook. He rolled his eyes and smiled to himself as he walked back to his bed. “Now, now, what did we talk about?”

Mattheo gently closed your books and put them on the nightstand. 

You murmured something in protest instinctively reaching for them, but in return, all you got was a lovesick grin and gentle reassurances of more time for studying tomorrow. Mattheo guided you upwards on the bed to put you under the covers with soft kisses and hushed instructions. 

He was so soft and delicate with you. It was your favorite part about him. Only you got to see this side of his. The way he treated other people in his life and the way he treated you? Poles apart. Sure, he gave you his sarcastic and teasing side, but never his aggressive one. He was acutely aware of his reputation and made sure that you never saw him when his anger got the best of him.

After fights, he would seek you out for helping with his wounds and constantly assure you that he’s okay and you shouldn’t worry about him, he knows what he’s doing. 

Once he managed to make you comfortable, he slid next to you, draping an arm around your waist as you subconsciously scooted closer to him and your back met his chest. 

He purred your name and whispered you a good night almost like a lullaby. 

As you drifted off into a deep sleep in his strong arms, you felt like you would never be able to tell him how much he meant to you. How much you appreciate him and how much love you had for him.

ⓘ my last few exams are coming up and i just needed to get this out of my system. also this started as a slytherin boys react thing but im just so in love with this man that i didn’t even realize i’ve been yapping about him for 900 something words.

[andypantsx3]

subtle | shouto todoroki/reader

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader

status: complete

length: 2,171 words

summary: Someone leaves chocolates on your desk. You're determined to track down the sender, certain it's a mistake, and Shouto Todoroki makes himself as unhelpful as possible.

tags: romance, reader-insert, fluff, valentine’s day

warnings: aged up characters (no smut though!!)

There was a box on your desk.

There was a box on your desk, and the sight of it was enough to instantly set you on edge.

The box looked normal enough, if a little fancy, maybe. Its lacquered top glinted brightly under the fluorescent office lighting, its smooth, polished sides waterfalling into the soft matte of your desktop underneath. You weren’t close enough to read the inscription, but you could just make out some elegant, curling script inlaid into the top of the box, possibly the name of whichever company had produced it.

The box looked very normal, in fact. Only, you knew it wasn’t. Boxes didn’t just show up in the middle of the Todoroki Hero Agency, a campus swimming with pros and armed with layers of security so deep it took even you--Shouto Todoroki’s manager--fifteen full minutes to get through screening every morning. It was something very much like being a prison guard at Tartarus.

So either this box meant the agency was dealing with a security breach the likes of which had scarcely been seen before, or someone had mistaken your desk for somebody else’s.

Which, considering it was Valentine’s Day, made a lot more sense.

Buoyed by the realization it wasn't a security risk, you crept closer, peering at the box, and the script resolved itself into the name of the extremely fancy chocolatier in Hiroo district that you made a point of drooling over every time you had to make a house call on Shouto. Their prices were literally insane, so you had never let yourself wander inside, unwilling to shell out an entire week’s pay for a tiny set of chocolates. Even if they did look absolutely fucking unbelievable from the window.

Your mouth watered.

That confirmed it--this was a Valentine's gift, and it was definitely a mistake. For the briefest of seconds, you’d wondered if maybe you had gotten obligatory office friendship chocolates, but this was too much. Some poor, love-sodden flop had gone out, spent their week’s pay on someone they were clearly very serious about, and then proceeded to fuck the entire thing up by plonking their gift straight onto your desk instead of their intended’s.

You frowned, quickly checking the box over for some kind of clue as to who had left it. There was no note included, nothing even mildly helpful that would give you the slightest hint of the person who'd left it here. Which left you with the question of how to return the box to the sender without knowing who they were, or how to pass it on to whoever they’d really meant it for.

You drew your bottom lip between your teeth, staring hard at the surface of the box like you could crack its code if only you glared hard enough. The box stared back at you, unhelpfully silent.

You were still skewering the box with your gaze some minutes later, determined to unravel its secrets, when a deep voice murmured from your doorway.

“You look puzzled."

You startled, whipping around to find Shouto propping up the wall, looking as unfairly handsome as usual. He was watching you intently, those heterochromatic eyes fastened to your face in that careful way he had, the one that always made you feel too warm and slightly unfocused. As usual, it was all you could do to remind yourself that you were a professional and he was something solidly between a friend and a coworker, and no matter how cute and attentive he was, you shouldn't get any ideas.

This morning, he was dressed in his hero uniform, tall and broad-shouldered, his distinctive hair only a little ruffled from his early patrol. It wasn’t often someone tried something in the districts he watched over anymore, probably too nervous to find themselves on the wrong end of the number four hero’s temper. You knew from the reports you received to your phone that the only trouble he’d encountered this morning was a pack of amorous school girls purposely misusing their quirks to draw his attention.

Thirty minutes ago, in fact, you’d almost spit out your coffee laughing at a photo of him looking wildly uncomfortable as he attempted to ice down some girl’s lava quirk with his right hand while fighting off her unfathomably enormous bouquet with his left. It was only right that he should suffer once a year, when every other day he got to stalk about as handsome as you please, oblivious to the effects his appearance had on every breathing person within a five mile radius.

You gave him an absent nod, gaze drawn back to the box on your desk.

“Somebody accidentally left something in here,” you told him, gesturing to it. “I’m trying to figure out how to track down who it was, or who it was meant for.”

Shouto made a small noise in the back of his throat, almost like a cough, and it was enough to startle you into looking up at him again.

“What?” you asked, peering at him. Was he coming down with something? It wasn't often he got sick, but when he did, he usually attempted to hide it and needed to be steamrolled into taking time off. You looked him over, trying to assess whether or not you needed to start badgering him now.

Shouto gazed back at you evenly, his expression deceptively bland. “...You think it’s not for you.”

You felt yourself blink at him, surprised by the comment and struggling to discern his meaning. What did he mean, you think it’s not for you? “Of course it’s not for me, Shouto, it’s from Grégoire Chardin.”

You knew he’d know the place, considering he lived in the same fancy rich people neighborhood as the chocolatier, but Shouto looked unimpressed.

“Why should that mean it’s not for you?” he asked, his tone dry.

The remark caught you off guard, as his comments sometimes did, and you bit down something like a smile. Bless his sweet, oblivious, rich boy heart. Either he overestimated your appeal to his agency staff, or he really did not understand the concepts of cost and return on investment.

“It’s expensive, it’s not something you would give someone as obligatory chocolates,” you explained, watching as a white eyebrow went up. His expression sharpened into something you couldn’t read well.

“It could be a secret admirer,” he said.

You stared blankly back at him, absolutely floored by the idea.

He thought you had a secret admirer? The idea sent an excited thrill all the way down to your toes, but you quickly squashed the feeling. So far, you'd never been on the receiving end of any furtive but romantic gestures, and you really didn't get any interested vibes from anyone in the office, no lingering glances or excuses to spend more time with you. The person who paid you the most amount of attention was Shouto, which was to be expected, considering how closely you worked together. And obviously he wasn't interested, he was just happy to stand in your doorway spouting wild conspiracies about his agency staffers like they were completely reasonable things to say.

“I don’t have a secret admirer,” you told him.

Shouto’s mouth pressed into a thin line and he took an intent step forward into your office. “Is the point of a secret admirer not to be exactly that--secret? How can you be sure?”

You couldn’t help it--you gaped at him, your face going weirdly warm. Okay, was he--was he serious? You obviously weren’t the most unfortunate creature on earth, and you even had your good days, but nobody in their right mind was going to attempt anything with you when there were girls like Nejire Hado and Ibara Shiozaki roaming the hallways of his agency. Even several of the analysts and most of the support crew had you beat out in terms of appeal--literally bless this man for his obvious indifference to your appearance.

“I, uh--thanks for your confidence in me,” you said, fighting down a laugh. “But I assure you, it definitely wasn’t meant for me. I just have to figure out who left it and who they meant it for.”

Shouto shifted impatiently, like he was waiting for something.

“You’re so certain,” he said, sounding frustrated.

“Of course I am,” you waved at him vaguely. It was actually super cute that he thought you could net yourself a dude who was willing to shell out Grégoire Chardin dollars, but you were just wasting time now, lingering over the least important part of this entire affair. “Listen, Shouto. I know sometimes men talk in the locker rooms. If you--if you hear anything, will you let me know? I just want to return it, it looks way too good sitting here.”

It was actually taking all your willpower not to open it and avail yourself of Japan’s finest chocolate, considering you would never have another opportunity like this again. Maybe you should just pretend it was for you....Really, no one could fault you for opening something left in your own office. But...no. No, you knew better.

Shouto appeared indifferent to your internal struggle. He watched you for a long moment, his features impassive. “Under one condition,” he finally allowed.

You cocked an ear to show you were listening, rifling around with the paperwork on your desk to distract yourself from the chocolate. You were strong, a good person. You had willpower like steel. You did not need to eat it, no no no.

“If no one comes looking for it by the end of the day, you will open it,” he said, moving closer.

You glanced up at him, shocked. “Shouto, this is someone else’s gift,” you hissed. “I can’t just open it.”

He placed a large palm down on your desk, leaning over you slightly. “That is my bargain.”

“You want me to steal somebody’s shit in your own agency,” you accused him. You tried not to pay attention to how close he had gotten, how straight his nose was up close, the way his eyes seemed brighter and his mouth pulled into a pout almost too pretty for a man.

The rest of his expression slipped into something like annoyance, matching his pout. “If no one comes for it, then it must be evident that it was meant for you.”

You suppressed a derisive laugh. Now was not the time to get shirty with your own boss, especially when his delusions were kind of sweet. It was honestly just short of a miracle that a man who looked like Shouto did could possibly think anyone on earth would have a thing for you, regardless of his own tastes.

“What if they’re just too shy to ask for it back?” you asked, watching those heterochromatic eyes flick over you curiously.

“If it’s as expensive as you say, someone will come looking,” he said. Which was actually kind of annoyingly reasonable.

A smirk flitted across his maddeningly perfect face when you failed to come up with another argument. He had a point, and he knew it.

You let out a gusty sigh. “Fine, but only because I’m certain someone will come looking for it. Please be subtle when you’re gathering info, okay? I'm sure this is embarrassing for whoever made this mistake.”

Shouto looked almost offended. “I am perfectly capable of being subtle,” he intoned in his deep voice.

This time, you did laugh. He was quiet, maybe, very perceptive, and unobtrusive when he wanted to be, but no one had ever accused the man of possessing tact. “Yeah, okay. Just, try to channel more subtlety than you think you need, okay? No one else but the sender needs to know about the mix up.”

There was a moment of silence, and then Shouto was leaning over you more fully, eyes glittering strangely as his clean, fresh scent met your nose. You froze in your chair, brain going horrifyingly vacant as he leaned impossibly nearer. What the fuck was he doing?

“It will be like I’m not even asking,” Shouto promised, his voice light. “Not asking anyone at all.”

You tried to scrape your thoughts back into something resembling order, but the effort was all but futile. You needed to get him out of your space stat before you embarrassed yourself.

”Okay, then it’s a deal,” you said quickly. “Now go...flambé a villain or something.”

Shouto lingered for a long moment, his mouth curling a little at the corner, like he was being let in on a secret you couldn’t hear. His eyes brushed over you, almost like a physical touch. And then he was gone, pulling open the door to your office, looking annoyingly pleased with himself.

“You will see,” he said by way of farewell. “You will find out how subtle I can be.”

You stared at him in confusion, but he didn’t explain himself. He just smirked, and closed the door behind himself.

[jinxxedwammys]

In celebration of 100 followers I present to you

Wammy boys in oddly specific AUs I found on pinterest and stuff.

Warnings: Swearing (mostly in Mello’s part as usual lol)

L

"I mistook you for my best friend and jumped on your back in public and now I'm embarrassed"

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It was during the Kira case when L was closely investigating Light Yagami at To-Oh University that this extremely awkward encounter occurred. The sun was high in the sky, locusts and could be heard and cherry blossom littered the wide walkway leading into the school.

You had your heavy bag slung across your shoulders. It was filled with textbooks and papers (some of which you had forgotten to turn in) as well as a few personal items. You weren't really paying much attention to your surroundings until you spotted one of your male friends!

You hadn't seen him since the beginning of high-school. To say you were excited was an understatement. In your excitement you took a running jump onto his back knocking him to the ground. He let out a yelp and that was when you realized...

This man was NOT your friend.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry I thought you were someone else" you hurriedly said pushing yourself up and on your knees an apparent redness in your face.

He seemed to be unbothered for the most part, he turned to you, crouching in a sort of fetal position.

"It's alright I understand" He replied.

"No, no its not.. I'm an idiot I should have realized" you shoved your face into your hands covering how red your face now was.

"It is alright, I'm uninjured and it was an honest mistake" you frowned a little not entirely trusting his forgiveness, but this time, you took it.

He gave you a polite smile before standing up and helping you to your feet. He wished you a good day, and left, but not before sneaking a note containing his alias and phone number.

Mello

"I lost my little sibling Matt in Ikea and I need your help finding them"

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"Fuck.... Shit... Motherfucker" You heard from the other side of the store shelf as you browsed through various decor items. This mystery person had been spewing profanities for the past five minutes. You sighed with slight annoyance placing the wooden model hand you had been staring at for God knows how long back, making your way to the neighboring isle.

"Hey, you've been cursing up a storm... what's going on?" You asked, hand on your hip awaiting a response. Mello looked up at you with a look of anger and exhaustion on his face.

"I'm looking for my idiot friend. He got hopelessly lost in the chair section and I've been trying to find him for like an hour now" He ran a hand through his hair pushing his bangs to the sides of his face.

"I can help you look for him!" You offered.

"You don't have to"

"I want to! I don't really have anything else to do, so it's fine. To be completely honest I don't know why I came here." He shrugged. "Oh my name's Y/N by the way"

"I'm Mello" He replied before setting off out of the isle leaving you to sprint a but to catch up. His pace was fast and he seemed to have some plan on how to tackle this, but you weren't exactly sure.

After what seemed like an eternity of silently weaving through the labyrinth of shelves and furniture displays, you spoke up.

"So... how old is your friend?"

"We're both 19... His name is Matt." You kept walking until he stopped directly in front of the office showroom section.

"He might be here, so keep an eye out for a tall brunette idiot with goggles." You nodded keeping close to Mello. Again you snaked through isles. Eventually your search devolved into looking into cabinets, drawers, anything that would open, but to no avail.

"Where the fuck is he?" Mello said under his breath as he slammed shut another cabinet.

That was when a tall brunette wearing goggles walked by dual wielding hotdogs... You sighed heavily before approaching Matt.

"Matt?" You called out gaining the attention of both Matt and Mello. Mello stood beside you before going on to scold his friend almost as if he were an unruly child.

"Sorry about that I hope looking for him wasn't that unbearable... would you like to meet up sometime again in the future?" Mello asked. You nodded in response.

"I'd love to! This was quite fun actually. Though let's not go to an ikea next time."

Near

"We both like walking In the park at night and I think you're a stalker so I accidentally attack you"

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It was 2am, the night was calm yet you were restless nothing you tried allowed you to fall asleep. It was like this most nights. You would then go to the park near your house to get some fresh air and tire yourself out... and on a night like this, that seemed like a perfect idea. You didn't even change out of your pajamas before you left. As you entered the park, you felt... odd. As if someone was watching you and sure enough, as you turned your head to look behind you you saw a man following about two yards behind you.

Naturally your thoughts went wild with what ifs and possible escape plans. Yet you calmed your mind opting to check if this guy was really following you. With every corner you turned your heart sank. Panic started to set in and you rushed to get together an improvised weapon.... Your housekey! You gripped it tightly in your hand as if it were a knife and swiftly approached the man going to jab him in the eye, yet he caught your arm with ease, turning it behind you and pushing you to the ground, similarly to how a police officer would apprehend a resistant assailant.

"Why did you attack me" he questioned, plopping down just above your hips.

"Let me go, stalker!!!" You yelled at him thrashing around attempting to escape his grasp.

"What are you talking about? I'm not stalking you." He calmly said.

"That's exactly what a stalker would say! Let me go!" He sighed lifting himself off of you and crouching beside you. You rolled over and sat with your legs crossed.

"I swear to you, I was only out for a walk. I take nighttime walks sometimes, though this was the first time I've been in this park."

"Then how come every time I turned you followed?"

"I did? I'm sorry, I didn't even realize" He stated plainly. You sighed he seemed truthful.

"Fine... I'm sorry too, I probably shouldn't have assumed you were a stalker or something and attacked you" you admitted. He shook his head.

"It's alright, I understand... I can be scary" you snorted and laughed. The light of the nearby streetlamp lit his features. A frail, sweet looking man with long white hair who seemed to be somewhat reserved. You felt a little silly that you thought someone like him would hurt you much.

"You're not scary... In all honesty you're quite cute!" You admitted, reaching out a finger to poke his nose.

"Thanks, you're actually quite cute as well, maybe we could meet up here in the morning?" He suggested.

Matt

"I come here when I want to be alone and I didn't think anyone knew about it so where the hell did you come from"

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This day was aweful. Work was extremely stressful. Your coworker put important documents in the shreader for the 10th time that week and you were the one tasked with rewriting, tracking down, requesting new copies and piecing together ones that couldn't be recovered otherwise. And of course your boss made every minute of it a nightmare. So after work, you drove to your favorite place. An abandoned warehouse off the highway about 5 minutes from your house.

It was virtually untouched by people now that the walls were covered in graffiti and the place had been ransacked for leftover valuable items. You made your way inside noticing something was off... there was a leather couch that wasn't yours, a coffee table... even a TV and game console plugged into a power supply, another handheld game on the coffee table next to an ashtray with a few cigarette butts, one of which was still smoking.

You were beyond confused. From the last time you were here someone had basically moved in... it had only been a week since you last came here. You warily approached the couch. Well... whoever left it here probably won't mind! you thought I just hope they didn't sabotage it or something. You then sat down noting that it was a perfectly normal couch and you were just paranoid.

That was when a guy came in, he was tall and lenky, had brown hair and was dressed in a striped shirt, a frankly hideous vest with fur lining, black pants and goggles atop his head. He had been holding a can of coke and a cigarette, yet those were both dropped as he saw you.

"Who are you?" He half shrieked.

"Who are YOU? You yelled back.

"I asked first!"

"My name is Y/N.. I come here all the time when I'm stressed and want to be alone I didn't think anyone else knew about it"

"S..Same but.. I come here to get away from a friend of mine... he can be quite aggressive and it's scary" He sat down beside you picking up his handheld game. "Oh and my name is Matt!"

"Hmm.. then let's share this space from now on, Matt!" He nodded in agreement.

"Yea! I hope we meet again soon"

Beyond Birthday

"We live in the same apartment complex and I accidentally leave my laundry in the washer for a minute too long and you decide to take out all my wet clothes to put yours in just as I walk in"

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It was late night. You had been putting off laundry for the past week, but now you were down to a pair of underwear and your nightgown, so you had to do your wash.. you reluctantly gathered your clothes and made your way to the communal washer and dryer. You threw your clothes in and put a coin in the coinslot then set the washer to start.

You sighed and made your way back to your room to relax a little while your clothes were still washing. It had been about two hours and your laundry was probably done. The timer you had set went off and you gathered yourself and brought the remainder of your clothes as well as your box of dryer sheets.

The moment you walked in your eyes widened in horror. Some odd man sat frantically pulling your clothes out of the washer onto the dirty floor.

"What the hell are you doing??!!" You yelled rushing over to stop him. He peered up at you from his crouching position.

"You left your clothes in too long, its my turn now" You blinked

"Only for a few minutes... it just got done less than 5 minutes ago.. now my clothes are all dirty again.. damn it"

"Sorry" He said. His beady eyes were wide and innocent looking. "I'll let you do yours again... I'll pay" He said before shoving yours back in and starting it again.

When that was done he pulled a jam jar out of seemingly nowhere and perched on top of the washer dipping his hand inside the jar and licking his fingers clean of jam. It was disgusting... But you decided to not pay any more attention to it than you had to.

The rest of the time you spent with him was in silence, all you heard was the washer and his lip-smacking. When the washer finished you silently transferred your clothes to the dryer.. this time without your oddball fellow tenant interfering much. Though when he got his own clothes in he did crawl away which freaked you out.

[spencer-reid-in-a-pool]

Room For Dessert

anon requested- Can you do a smut where rossi has a dinner party but also has his Niece staying with him because her apartment is being fumigated. Her and Spencer hit it off and go at it.

anon requested- smut 54: you better be quiet or everyone is going to know what a naughty little slut you are. and 59: such a needy little thing, aren't you? with Spencer

Contains: fingering (female receiving), hand job (male receiving), mention of pregnancy/breeding kink, name calling, slight degradation, unprotected sex, swearing, sexual acts in a public setting

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I had never met my uncle David's co-workers before. He had always talked about introducing us, but it just never seemed to be the right time. It seems that today though, the world decided it was the right time.

He was having a dinner party tonight and my apartment needed to be fumigated. What luck!

I figured I would be staying with him for a couple days, so I packed my things after work yesterday. Now it was Saturday, the day of the party, and time to head over.

I had to admit I was nervous. A dinner party with people I didn't know? Talk about awkward. But I decided to make the most of it.

Once I was at his house, he took me to a spare room that would be mine for the next few days and showed me where everything was. Not that I would remember since we're in a mansion.

A few hours passed and it was time for people to start arriving. As I was getting my party clothes on, I could hear voices downstairs. Guess I should hurry.

Once I was done with my hair, makeup, and clothes, I made my way slowly down the stairs. The voices got progressively louder as I got closer.

A few people were scattered around the immediate area. A dark-haired woman stood talking to a blonde woman over near the far side of the room. Uncle David was talking with an Asian man and a dark-skinned woman by the entrance to the kitchen. And lastly, a well-built Hispanic man sat talking to a blonde woman in colorful clothing and a tall, slightly unkempt man.

I wasn't sure where to go first so I just kind of stood on the bottom step without saying anything. Then Uncle David noticed me.

"Ah there she is! We've been waiting for you. Come on and mingle while the food is finishing up."

At his words, the room full of people all turned their heads toward me.

Slightly taken aback by all the eyes on me, I gave a small wave and a smile before making my way down to them.

"It's nice to meet you guys! I'm (Y/N). Uncle David has told me about all of you."

The woman wearing bright colors made her way over to me first, a glass of champagne in hand.

"It's so nice to meet you! Your dress is to die for!"

She then enveloped me in a one arm hug. I hugged her back and accidentally made eye contact with the tall guy in the back. He quickly looked away. What was he staring at me for?

"I'm Penelope by the way!"

She pulled away and smiled at me once more before making room for the next person.

Emily, JJ, Luke, Tara, and Matt all introduced themselves. The last guy must be...

"Dr. Spencer Reid," he said as he stuck his hand out to shake.

Oh. Oh wow.

Now that I got a closer look at him, I could see why his nickname was "Pretty Boy." If we hadn't been in front of so many people, I would've had to jump his bones right then.

I shook his hand shyly.

"It's nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you. Aren't you a little too attractive to be in the FBI? How does anyone get their work done?"

Spencer cleared his throat and glanced around the room to see people start walking to the kitchen. The food must be almost done.

"Well, why don’t you sit next to me at the dinner table? I’ll make sure to tell you all about my...work,” he murmured as he made no attempts to hide his eyes roaming my body.

Did-did he just...?

Before I could think anything coherent, he began walking away. He was probably just messing with me. I’m just being stupid.

Still, my legs felt a bit weak as I made my way into the kitchen. They were all sitting down and the only empty seat was next to Spencer. As I approached, he jumped up and pulled out the chair.

“Here let me.”

He gave me a bashful look, not at all like the look he gave my body moments ago in the living room. What is this guy’s deal?

I gave him a small smile and took a seat. He pushed me towards the table and sat down next to me.

Uncle David did his toast thing to be thankful for everyone being here, and then we started dishing up our food. There was so much to choose from that my plate became full almost immediately.

“So tell me,” I said to the man next to me, “What’s it like to be the BAU’s resident genius?”

Spencer glanced at me as he gathered food onto his plate.

“Well, I wouldn’t say that an IQ score or any amount of knowledge makes someone a genius. Not that both of those aren’t high for me, but I don’t like to quantify the term genius.”

He paused for a moment before continuing.

“But between you and me, it feels pretty good.”

I giggled and he smiled at me. He has a nice smile.

“Hey I made you laugh and it wasn’t at me. Maybe I’m getting somewhere with women.”

I traced the rim of my champagne glass before looking at him. I know I’d like to go somewhere with him...

“I don’t see how women aren’t all over you, Doctor. I mean. Have you looked in a mirror?”

Spencer chuckled and smiled, almost nervously.

“I’d rather look at you.”

My cheeks got hot and I blinked rapidly. Oh no. This is it. It’s happening.

But I hadn’t forgotten that look he gave me before we sat down. I hadn’t forgotten the way he undressed me with his eyes. If he wanted to mess with me then I would mess with him too.

I leaned over slowly so no one would notice and began talking in a low voice in his ear.

“What parts of me would you like to look at, Doctor?”

Spencer choked on his drink when I finished speaking. I leaned away feeling accomplished and with a painful twitch in my chest from trying not to lose my shit at him sputtering like an idiot.

But it would seem that karma is, in fact, a bitch.

“How about I start with those pretty tits of yours?”

It was my turn to choke on my drink this time. This earned me a few glances from the people across from me at the table.

“You two okay over there?” Emily asked us, having no clue what was really happening on our side of the table.

Spencer gave me a fake confused glance and then met Emily’s eyes.

“Of course, why wouldn’t we be?”

She shrugged and seemed to leave it at that, turning back to her conversation with JJ.

“How about...,” Spencer began next to me in a low voice so that no one would hear, “We have a little fun?”

I raised an eyebrow at him, not really sure what he meant by that.

He widened his eyes and looked me up and down in response as if to say, “You know exactly what I mean.”

I tried not to smile as big as I wanted to, so I settled on a sly grin in his direction to let him know I was game.

His body seemed to relax in relief almost, something I wasn’t expecting. Was he genuinely interested in me or was he just messing with me because I happened to be here?

I tried distracting myself from these thoughts and started actually eating, since we were at a dinner party after all.

A few minutes went by of idle conversation, although I wasn’t really listening. I responded in short sentences and nods in between bites of food, but my mind was elsewhere.

It wasn’t too long though, until my mind went straight to my thigh, where a hand could be felt slowly making its way up.

Trying not to make it obvious, I turned towards Spencer with a shocked look on my face. He wasn’t even looking at me, he was looking ahead and having a full conversation with Matt and Luke. How is he multitasking this well?

His hand- his very large and warm hand- made its way even farther up, snaking towards my center with a painfully slow pace.

I knew what he was planning, and I was ready for it. At least, I think I am.

His finger brushed against the edge of my panties and he paused. When I looked over at him, he had his chin casually resting on his other hand and was looking at me sideways. He raised an eyebrow to ask me if it was okay.

In response, I took his hand that was so close to where I wanted it to be, and brought it down so that he could feel the wet spot forming just from thinking about what he was getting ready to do.

I think this shocked him a little, so he cleared his throat and looked ahead, picking up another conversation with Tara.

He made his way back to where he was and began slipping fingers past the hem of my panties. They were warm and soft, but still, I shivered.

I tried my best to continue on as normal while people talked to me, but as soon as I felt the pad of his pointer finger stroking my folds, I choked on my words.

No one seemed to notice, so I continued on like nothing happened.

He was teasing me now, touching around my entrance but never going in it. How irritating.

I’m sure he sensed my frustration, since he chuckled under his breath and immediately shoved a finger inside me.

I inhaled sharply, not expecting the force or suddenness. This seemed to please him; at least I’m assuming he was pleased based on the grin that graced his features.

He continued working while he talked, never stopping the motions of going in and out of me. He even began rubbing my clit with another finger while he fingered me. He must be really good at piano. And guitar, for that matter.

It was starting to get a little warm, and my body began reacting to the way he was relentlessly rubbing my clit in hurried circles.

“Spencer,” I hissed so that no one else could hear.

“Hmmm?”

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I believe I’m trying to make you cum on my fingers.”

My breath hitched in my throat as I felt my core tighten. I looked around to make sure no one had heard us. The coast seemed to be clear.

“You’re gonna pay for this, asshole,” I choked out.

This seemed to only fuel him. His fingers began relentlessly attacking my swollen bundle of nerves and they did not stop. Not even close. He only got faster and faster, and I have no idea how that was even possible to begin with.

I wanted to smack the smirk that appeared when I tightened around his fingers right off his stupid face.

His eyes roamed my sweaty, slightly red face and he slowly pulled his hand from my panties.

Spencer then turned back to his plate and picked up the last bit of his dinner roll that was left. He placed it in his mouth, along with the tips of his fingers that were just in my panties. He pushed the roll farther in his mouth so that his fingers were halfway in. Then he slowly withdrew them, his lips never leaving those damn fingers.

“Mmm Rossi,” Spencer began, turning away from me and to the man he called, “These rolls are really good. Did you make them yourself? I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything like it.”

This time I choked on my own saliva. So of course, I had a coughing fit that drew everyone’s attention to me.

“Oh my gosh, (Y/N) are you okay? Take a sip of water!” Penelope told me in honest concern for my well being.

I finished coughing and took a long gulp from my glass. I only wished it was whiskey instead of water right now.

“I’m okay, really,” I said, holding my hands up in front of me, “Just... swallowed my food too fast.”

This seemed to satisfy everyone so they all turned back to each other, Spencer’s comment about the rolls forgotten.

“That’s what you get for calling me those mean names, princess,” Spencer murmured next to me.

I stayed silent in response. Two could play at this game.

Without hesitation, I placed my hand against his crotch. And it was... something. I’m not sure if he was that hard or just- that big. Either way, my heart skipped a beat. But I didn’t let that stop me.

I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of his pants and made contact with what I was looking for. I felt him twitch under my touch, but his face gave nothing away to the others at the table.

So I started working. Tracing the length of what I could reach, and rubbing along his shaft with precision.

He took in a sharp breath as I made my way closer to the tip, and he quickly cut a glance my way.

I paid him no mind as I continued, making sure to eat off my plate like normal so as not to draw suspicion. Looking around, I could see that most people were finishing up their food, so I didn’t really have a lot of time left. I started going faster, putting more pressure onto his dick as I went. 

When I looked up to check the scene, I saw Spencer gripping his fork with white knuckles. He was holding on for dear life. Good. 

It was then that a few people began to excuse themselves from the table to go mingle some more before dessert. Shit. I had to hurry. 

I kept picking up speed, probably too much to be honest. But it worked. Spencer stiffened under my touch and a warm, wet spot was now forming in his pants, coating my fingers. He cleared his throat to try and drown out the noise he wanted so badly to make instead. 

I took a deep breath, satisfied with my work, and slowly removed my hand from his pants. It was just us, Penelope, and my uncle left at the table. They were in the middle of a conversation anyway. Luck was on my side tonight.

Spencer excused himself in a hurry, and I waited a few minutes before doing the same. I had no idea where he went, so I just had to walk around and find him somehow. We had unfinished business. 

A few minutes went by of me searching the halls, hopefully not drawing attention to myself. And then I found him, leaning against a wall and looking out the window in front of him. 

When I approached him, I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could get any words out, he grabbed my wrist roughly and pulled me into a closet. Spencer shut the door quietly behind us, though I could tell that he wanted to slam it. Uh oh.

“What the hell was that?” he hissed through gritted teeth.

“I was just playing along! Isn’t that what we wanted to do from the beginning?”

Spencer ran a hand through his hair. Oh, how I wanted to do the same thing.

“Obviously. I’ve been wanting to fuck you senseless since I laid eyes on you.”

My heart skipped a beat and the pulse suddenly went down into my core instead.

“Well do it then,” I murmured while gripping onto his forearms. There was enough space in this closet for many different positions. I just wanted to be as close to him as possible.

“I don’t know if you know what you’re getting yourself into,” Spencer groaned while palming my ass roughly.

“Mmm, I don’t care. I’m on the pill, by the way. So I wanna feel you. All of you. Although I have a pretty strong feeling you’d get off on putting a baby in me, Doctor,” I whispered into his ear before pressing my chest against his. I felt his breathing stop for a split second.

“Shut up,” he growled. It seems I pushed a button.

“Make me.”

Without a word and without hesitation, Spencer shoved me against the wall behind me and locked his mouth onto mine.

It was better than I could’ve imagined. And I had imagined it a lot over the course of tonight.

His tongue immediately shoved past the barrier of my lips and teeth, finding shelter in my mouth. The groans that came from him could have undone me right there, so I held onto his shoulders for dear life. His hands found his way to my ass, and he pushed me against his erection. His very large, very intimidating erection. And then all too soon, he pulled away, a string of saliva and swollen lips the only evidence of what had just happened.

“Who said you were allowed to tease me, huh? You've been pushing my buttons all night, and now look at you. A writhing mess underneath me. Such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

I shivered as his words reached my ears. So he had noticed I was already falling apart once again.

“God,” he moaned into my neck as he pushed me against his dick.

I couldn’t help myself- I moaned with him. The friction of him against my pulsing core was almost too much to handle.

“You sound so good,” he growled in my ear.

We stopped suddenly when footsteps could be heard nearby. I glanced at Spencer in a panic and started to move away from him. But before I could, he hastily shoved his hand over my mouth.

"Oh no, we're not stopping. Not when it’s getting this good. So you better be quiet or else everyone will know what a naughty little slut you are. Understand?"

I whimpered against his fingers and nodded at him. He gave me a wicked smile in return.

"Good girl. Now take off your panties and wrap your legs around me so I can feel just how tight your cunt really is. I have a feeling my dick will feel a lot better inside you rather than my fingers.”

With shaking hands, I slid my panties off and kicked them away.

Spencer must have enjoyed what I did because he licked his lips eagerly, never breaking his gaze towards me. Before I made my way back over to him, I couldn’t help but notice how hard he already was. This wouldn’t take long. Less of a chance we would get caught, thankfully. 

He pulled down his pants and boxers roughly, quickly stepping out of them like I had done moments ago. He made no motion to remove the clothes on his top half, solidifying the thought that this would be over quickly. How bittersweet. 

Without another word, I practically jumped into his arms, our mouths meeting immediately and moving against the other ferociously. But all of a sudden, he pulled away, and it pissed me off more than it should have. 

When I saw why he did though, I wasn’t angry anymore. 

He had picked up the belt he had been wearing from the floor, and was holding it in front of me with a dangerous look in his eye. 

“I don’t trust you to be quiet. Open,” Spencer said in a gravelly huff. 

I did as he asked without hesitation, and he roughly shoved the leather belt into my mouth, commanding me to bite down on it. 

Oh shit.

Without missing a beat, he picked me up and laid me down on the floor, extremely gently compared to how he had previously put the belt in my mouth. 

“Good thing you’re already so wet,” Spencer purred, looking down at my exposed core. “Otherwise, this might hurt a little. We don’t have a lot of time.”

Unfortunately, it did still hurt. But God, did it hurt so good. 

[calpalirwin]

Permanent Vacation

Summary: Calum falls for a musician.

A/N: I just really wanted an excuse to use Arrows in Action newest releases in a fic. (They’re bangers. You should go give ‘em a listen.)

Word Count: 2.8k

And away, and away we go!

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The sun was hot as it beat down on my neck, the line for the beerstand long, and the noises of people chatting excitedly were loud in my ears. But I didn’t care in the slightest. After the isolating shitshow that was quarantine, I was more than happy to be out at a festival with, wait for it, live fuckin’ music. The only way I could be happier was if my band was in the lineup, but this was still a pretty close second. To be surrounded by musicians and people who loved music was a breath of fresh air after so long. A breath of very hot fresh air. But still.

Behind me I heard the girlish giggling and whispers of my name, which drew the attention of the group in front of me: three guys, and a girl around my own age, two of the guys a good shoulder and head taller than the other man and girl. The shortest of the guys whispered, “Could you imagine if we got noticed like that?”

The tall brunette’s eyes went wide as he pulled a face and shook his head. “No, thanks. I think I’d cry.”

The other tall one with purple hair laughed loudly, “Aw, c’mon, that would be rad! His band’s not even in the lineup and he still gets recognized. Could you imagine?”

“He has a name, and can hear you, J,” the girl hissed with a playful eye roll. Then, she flashed me a smile before calling out in a loud voice, “Hey, man! Good to see ya! How ya been?” to me, before taking a step forward and stretching up to wrap her arm around my shoulders like we were old friends. “Just go with it,” she added under her breath. “Nobody’ll bug you for pictures and autographs if you’re with a bigger group.”

“Thanks,” I laughed at her rescue attempt. “But it’s fine if they do. I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, but they can at least let you buy a fuckin’ beer first.”

“Well, thanks again,” I said, not sure of what else to say, or do so I let her pull me up with her friends who were all staring at her with I’m sure the same look of soft shock I had on my own face.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” She let go of me as she started introducing her friends to me. “And this is Jesse.”

“Hello,” the tall one with purple hair smiled warmly.

“That’s Matt,” she nudged the other tall one.

“Hey.”

“And this is Vic,” she finished, looking at the shortest man who waved.

“Nice to meet you guys. I’m Calum,” I said, then realized how stupid that was. “But, you already knew that, huh?”

Y/N grinned, holding her thumb and index finger close together. “Just a smidge. But it’s cool. So, any bands you’re particularly excited to see?”

“The Maine and All Time Low mostly. I’m a huge fan of The Maine, and All Time Low are friends of mine.”

“Both are great bands. And the All Time Low guys are good friends to have, for sure.”

“Oh, you know them?”

“Yeah, we worked with them a few times.”

“Worked with? Fellow musicians, huh?”

She laughed. “We’re up and comers, yeah.”

“Your cool aunt’s favorite band,” Jesse grinned at me.

Y/N laughed more at the confused look that crossed my face. “That’s one of his favorite ways to refer to us. Like we’re the band you find out from word of mouth from the cool relative that’s always discovering new music.”

“Ah,” I said, nodding in understanding. “Been there. Are you guys in the lineup?”

“Yup!” she chirped happily as we got to the front of the line. “5 beers, please,” she told the person working the counter.

“Oh, you don’t have to,” I tried to decline, reaching quickly for my wallet.

“Relax, it’s just a beer,” she told me, passing me one of the cups being placed on the counter. 

“Well, thanks,” I said, raising the cup and taking a sip. “I’ll getcha guys next time.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” she grinned around the rim of her own cup. “Enjoy your beer, Cal. See ya around.”

~~~

I took the last swallow from my beer, cursing myself for not having stopped her to get the name of her band, or at the very least her last name. But before I had a chance to get the words out, I’d been bombarded with requests from fans for pictures, engaging in small conversations with them, and by the time I was done, Y/N was long gone.

So I resigned myself to walking around the festival grounds, my head reeling. It wasn’t often a woman pretended to be my friend to rescue me from the onslaught of fans. In fact, I couldn’t recall one time that's ever happened. I also wasn’t used to being bought drinks, even if I was still fully intending to return the favor. Although that would require me to find her first. But something told me that wouldn’t be too difficult.

I was grateful I’d come on my own, and not with Ashton who would have no doubt teased me about how hooked I was on the girl. The cynic with a crush? Whatever were the odds? And was it even technically a crush when I’d only interacted with her for maybe five minutes? Okay, maybe Ashton being around wouldn’t be the worst thing if he could help me make sense of the jumble of thoughts in my head. The way that man could bounce from crush to crush almost seamlessly was enough to give me a case of whiplash. 

I sighed as I tossed my cup in the trash. Whether or not it was a crush was still to be determined. All I knew was that I liked her energy, and wanted to see her again. And… that was a crush, wasn’t it? God. Fuckin’. Damn it.

A guitar chord rang out loudly, and there was a mad dash of people running towards the stage. Slowly I pushed my way through the crowd of people towards the front, grinning when I noticed it was her on stage, and grinning even more when I noticed the instrument in her hand. A bassist? Fuck, I was definitely in trouble now.

The shortest of the men, Vic, I recalled, started singing, with the other three providing backup harmony on the chorus. Until they got to the bridge that was all Y/N, her voice ringing out “Tomorrow’s a nightmare, I’m dreaming today. And my head is haunted, the past just can’t stay. The devil you know, yeah he comes and he goes. I’m selfish, and vapid, I hide in my prose!” before they launched into the final chorus.

“What up, Anaheim?!” Vic yelled into his mic to a scream of cheers and applause. “We’re Arrows in Action, and that was our newest single, Only Be Mine. I’m Vic. We got Matt over here on guitar. Jesse’s on the drums. And Y/N’s over there on bass. We got a few more songs for you all. And if you’re an awesome crowd, we might have a special treat for ya at the end of our set. Sound good?”

We answered him in whoops of cheers and loud applause, causing them all to grin as they launched into their next song.

They played seamlessly through about three more songs, enjoying the feeling of playing live in front of people again, before Y/N whooped into her own mic. “Whoo! It’s hot! Anyone else hot? Y’all staying hydrated out there?” she asked us, before flickering her gaze across the stage at Matt who was wiping his forehead. “You good, Matt?”

“Dude, it’s like a million degrees up here,” he commented, before taking a huge swig from a water bottle.

Y/N laughed. “Right. Y’all gotta understand. Matt’s from the cold states. Then there’s Vic and I who are California natives, technically, right Vic?”

“Yeah, I was born here. But I didn’t live here as long as you did.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. So Vic and I are used to the heat. Matt, not so much. And Jesse? How you doing back there, J?”

“Me?” the drummer pointed at himself in confusion “Oh, I’m great!”

“Great enough to give this crowd a real surprise?” she asked, her voice laced with playful trouble, as she looked at all her bandmates. “C’mon, boys what do ya say? Wanna give this crowd something special before we go?”

Again, we all cheered and applauded as encouragement for whatever surprise they had in mind. “Alright!” Vic laughed. “Alright, you wanna go ahead and introduce it then?”

She smiled wide as she turned towards us. “Alright, everybody! We’re Arrows in Action. We’ve had a great time with y’all! So, as a thank you, we’re gonna play a new song that we haven’t released yet. Is that cool with you?” She laughed as she awaited the response of screaming, whistles, and applause. “Alright. This is called Permanent Vacation, which will be available on all listening platforms this Friday. Let’s go!”

Matt started playing a series of chords that sounded incredibly familiar, while the other three clapped to the beat. But right before the lyrics were supposed to come in, Vic started talking into his mic. “Wait, wait, wait!” he laughed. “I don’t know the lyrics to this!”

“So it’s just like every other song,” Y/N teased him with her own laugh.

“Nah, I think it’s cuz that one’s not ours.”

“Be rad if it was though,” she said, and I swear she shot me a wink. “Alright, alright. So, that one’s not ours. But this one definitely is. And it’s definitely called Permanent Vacation. And it’s out Friday.”

A new guitar and drum beat started up and Vic immediately started singing, again with the rest of the band providing back up vocals until the bridge where it was all Y/N. A soft build before a wild yell that would have torn my own vocal chords to shreds.

“I’m locked and loaded, fire away! Permanent vacation from my brain. Extend my stay another day. Far from home, not alone,” they all finished with a flurry of chords. “Thank you!” Vic croaked into the mic. “Thank you guys so much! We’re Arrows in Action, enjoy the rest of your night!”

With tired but happy smiles, they all bowed before exiting the stage. I moved to follow, but thought better of it, going to hit the drink stand first where I bought 5 beers and 4 waters. A small challenge, made slightly easier by the person working the stand putting the water bottles in a grocery bag for me. With that hanging off my arm, I held 2 beers in each hand, and my own in my teeth.

“Cal!” she laughed, her face flushed when I found them lounging in the grass. “You didn’t have to do that,” she told me as she rose to her feet to help me distribute the beers.

“I said I’d get the next round,” I offered up simply, setting down the bag and taking a seat with them all. “I brought you guys water, too.”

“You really didn’t have to do that,” she laughed, tossing the bottles out anyway, and sitting back down, this time next to me. 

“Shut up, Y/N, let the man do what he wants,” Jesse said, downing a water bottle in 2 gulps before turning his attention to his beer. “You’re rad. Thank you.”

“For real, man. This was really cool of you,” Vic said.

“Yeah, huge thanks,” Matt nodded.

“What they said, I guess,” Y/N laughed again, following Jesse’s lead of downing her water bottle before going for her beer. “Fuck,” she sighed. “That’s good. Thank you, really.”

“Happy to do it,” I answered. “That set was amazing, by the way. And that joke at the end was pretty clever. How long were you planning that?”

She giggled. “Uh, well Jesse and I are much more the 5sos fans than Matt and Vic are. But we’re all familiar with your music. And when we were writing the song, and settled on the title, I suggested that it would be funny to start playing your version if we ever got the chance to play it live. Which meant bugging Matt to learn the guitar parts.”

“So you’re the troublemaker of the band?” I guessed.

She shrugged, and hid behind the rim of her cup. “I mean… Depends on the day.”

We continued to lay in the grass, making small talk as we all finished our beers, before Jesse cleared his throat. “Uh… Matt, Vic. You guys wanna come with me to get a good spot for the rest of the acts?” he asked, the suggestion in his tone heavy.

Matt and Vic shared a look, before nodding. “Yeah, yeah of course,” they said, all three of them getting up.

“You assholes are just gonna leave me?” Y/N asked, looking up at them.

“Just come find us when you’re ready,” they winked. “Thanks again for the beers, Cal.”

“Assholes,” she muttered again as they all made themselves scarce. “Sorry about them.”

I laughed, waving it off. “Nah, it’s cool. And kinda nice, maybe?”

“Oh?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Uh…” her face flushed. “I mean…” she started to stammer. “Yeah. Yeah.”

I gave a half chuckle, scratching at the back of my neck. “Look, it’s fine if you’re not… I mean, I figure you probably are if they did that for you, cuz they have no reason to do it for my sake. I mean, they’re your friends and bandmates, not mine. But I know a wing man set up when I see it. But if it’s more of a meddling wing man set up, like that’s fine,” I spilled out, before realizing I was rambling.

“No!” she rushed. “Oh, no, that’s not what I meant at all!” She covered her face in her hands, groaning “Oh, this is so embarrassing…” Her hands moved to push through her hair as she took a long breath to steady herself. “Of course I like you, Cal. Like before I even met you. One of those embarrassing fangirl crush type of deals. And I mean, I’m a bassist in a punk band, so you’re also someone I idolize and take inspiration from.” Slowly her gaze lifted from her lap to lock onto mine. “And then I met you today. And  you’re everything I thought you’d be. Thoughtful. Generous. A bit shy, and quiet at times. Nice. And it makes the crush that much stronger, and harder to deal with. Cuz now it’s real. And I feel like I know you. And it’s just… Ugh, it spirals from there, ya know?”

“A good spiral, or a bad spiral?”

“Bit of both? Like the insecurities in me say that you’re an A-list celebrity, while I’m more of like… not an A-lister. My band’s not on the same level yours is. I mean, we play bars and small day festivals. You sell out stadiums and have world tours. There’s a clear discrepancy. But then, another part of me doesn’t give a shit about that. It sees how we’re like-minded. It sees all the ways we click, and all the ways we could work. And that’s where the cocky part comes in, where it sees the like-mindedness and the reasons we could work, and calls you an idiot if you can’t see it too. That, uh, screwed up defense mechanism of it being your loss, ya know?”

“Mhm.”

She sighed. “Sorry. I said a lot. Point is, I do like you. And, that’s that.”

“So the ball’s in my court?”

“Only if you want it to be. And if you don’t, then no. There’s no ball. No court. Just two people who have a few things in common.”

“You wanna hear what I think?”

“Go for it.”

“I think your friends left us for 2 reasons. 1 being that they’re loyal to you, and know how you feel about me. 2 being that they’re also guys. Which gives them a pretty good insight for how I’m feeling too.”

“Uh-huh…” she nodded slowly. “And how you’re feeling is…?”

I could have said the words. But I settled for leaning in, brushing my lips softly against hers for the sweetest of moments, listening to the way her next breath got stuck in her throat. I pulled away, smiling softly at her and shrugging my shoulders.

She traced her lips with her thumb, bewilderment written on her face. “Okay, you really didn’t have to do that.”

“Relax,” I chuckled, stealing her words from earlier. “It’s just a kiss.”

“Well, thanks. I’ll, uh, getcha next time.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

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[mercurysstars]

All That Glitters Is Not Gold (part 1)

Summary: Y/n gets hired to be the avengers chief physician and also happens to be an ex assassin.

Word count: 2.5k

Warning: Violence.

A/N: this is an old story that I wrote the first few chapters of so I figured why not finish it.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦

𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸,

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥.

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Y/n POV

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"I'm pulling up Matt ill talk to you later," Y/n says while turning on to the gravel road that leads to the Avengers compound.

"Alright call me if you need anything." With that Matt hung up.

As Y/n was nearing the end of the road she looked up to see a tall black gate surrounding the compound. 5 feet in front of the gate there was a waist-length box where you could scan your badge or press a button to talk to the operator.

Y/n pressed on the button, and it began ringing. Three seconds after a muffled voice came through.

"Hello Avengers compound front desk, this is Teresa speaking. How may I help you?"

"Um hi, I'm Y/n Y/l/n. I'm the new Chief physician."

"Oh of course Dr.Y/l/n, when you hear a buzz pull right on in."

"Thank you!" Y/n exclaimed before she pulls in the gate.

Today was Y/n's first day as the Chief Physician for the Avengers. Everyone before her either quit because the job was too demanding or they were scared for their safety. Generally, doctors are 'nerds', and most time nerds aren't really Averger threat worthy of defending themselves. Tho you couldn't really say the same for Y/n.

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Y/n pulled in the gate to see several buildings, she pulled in front of the biggest one with lots of windows and a huge A on the side. Y/n put her car in park and rested her head on the steering wheel giving herself a mini pep talk.

Who wouldn't be nervous the first day of their new job? Especially if you were working with superheroes. They'd have to rely on her in their most vulnerable moments. Y/n could only hope she could be what they needed.

A knock at the window caused Y/n to jump.

She grabbed her chest and took a deep breath while opening her car door.

"Hello, ma'am, would you like for us to valet your car?" The man said with a boyish smile.

"Oh, that would be great." Y/n squinted her eyes to get a good look at the boy's name tag "Torres thank you."

Torres gave a polite smile with a little nod and took the keys from Y/n.

_

The compound was crowded with SHIELD recruits, scientists, journalists, and other lower-level avenger employees.

Y/n began to weave between people to get to the front desk. She approached the desk to see a blonde petite woman with round glasses.

Y/n cleared her throat "Teresa right."

The stalled her typing and looked up from the computer screen. "Yes Ma'am and I'm assuming Dr.Y/l/n?"

"I am she, I was told I'd get my pass here," Y/n said

Teresa took a badge off her desk and swiped it on the side of the computer screen. "Here you go. You have a gold pass, so you can get into any room or floor you please. Happy is by the elevator to escort you up to your office."

Y/n looked over to her left to see a chubby man with short brown hair in a black suit with his arms crossed behind his back looking around standing exactly where the woman said.

Y/n quickly thanked Teresa, put the pass over her head, and walked over to the man.

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As Y/n nears the man she could see the prominent scowl on his face which didn't change when she became within a few feet from him.

Happy gestured his head toward the elevator and Y/n followed. When they got in Happy swiped his badge and pressed the 2nd floor. She furrowed her brows in confusion her office was on the 11th floor.

"I thought we were going to my office," Y/n questioned as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

They stepped out "He wanted you to meet the Avengers, so you wouldn't have to meet them in more unfortunate circumstances." Happy replied dryly.

Y/n just nods in response. They walk down the long hallway the only noise between the two is Y/n's heels clicking against the hardwood floor.

They arrived at the door of the Avenger's conference room. "Thank you," Y/n says. Happy gave tight-lipped smile in response. What a dick she thinks.

_

Y/n paused, she wiped her sweaty hands against her skirt. Taking in deep breaths didn't seem to help calm her nerves. Adjusting her bag, plastering a fake smile on her face, and tilting her chin up just the slightest, Y/n manages to walk into the conference room.

"And there she is." Y/n heard as she entered. Her eyes darted around the room when she looked to the left her gazed finally found the man she was looking for.

"TONY!" She shrieked happily and ran into his arms. "Hey, Sunshine long time no see." Y/n scrunched her nose at the nickname as she squeezed Tony nearly to death.

Everyone that sat at the table watched them confusingly as they embraced each other. After an awkward silence, Clint spoke up.

"Not that I mind the beautiful face compared to these hags, but who's the new girl." Nat jabbed him in the ribs. "OW!"

They pulled away from each other and Tony cleared his throat "Oh yes, of course, guys meet our need chief physician Y/n Y/l/n or more specifically our new personal doctor."

"Y/n this is Wanda, Vision, Natasha, Clint, Steve, Sam, And Bucky. Peter is at school and Thor's in Asgard, so you'll meet them later " Tony added.

Saying that didn't ease their confusion. "No offense or anything Dr.Y/l/n but you look quite young to be a doctor and a liability in the field" Steve Rogers or better know as 'Captain American' says.

"Just Y/n please, Captain Rogers, and I assure you that I can very well take care of myself when push comes to shove. As for the age, well I'm only 26, so I'm quite young for a doctor."

That catches Bucky's attention 'I can very well take care of myself when push comes to shove'  what does that mean?

He looks up from the table and looks at Y/n, he was immediately drawn to her. There was a familiarity in her eyes.

She had y/c/h colored hair and y/h. She wore a confident demeanor. Y/n had a white blouse, a black pencil with black heels. She had a lanyard around her need with her ID and a couple of keys.

Bucky felt a poke in his side. He looked over to see Sam with a raised eyebrow giving him the 'I totally caught you staring' look. Bucky rolled his eyes and gave him the 'I don't know what you are talking about' look. He huffed annoyed with Sam and looked back at Y/n.

The hair on the back of Y/n's neck stuck up as she felt like someone was watching her. She looked around for the source to be met with deep blue eyes.

She felt her stomach flip. Bucky Barnes or more commonly known to her as 'The Winter Soldier' the world's best assassin. Bucky quickly looked away.

"We bumped into each other a few years ago, right Y/n?"

Y/n eyes snapped to Tony's and nodded at him. It isn't technically a lie she told herself.

_

Y/n 7 years ago

_

"Goddammit." Y/n cursed herself while scooping up her textbooks off the pavement. She crossed the street while holding her books to her chest.

Grunting and wrestling caused Y/n's eyes to snap toward the alley. Out of curiosity, she walked closer to the commotion. As she neared she heard muffled screaming. Her eyes went wide she dropped her books, heard a splash, and she darted closer to the sound.

When she approached she could see about 8 men dressed in black tactical gear surrounding a man in an expensive suit. She caught a glimpse of a hydra sign on the van behind them. "Oh, fucking hell" she whispered.

The man started to scream again. She pulled her hoodie over her head "here goes nothing." She huffed.

Y/n rushed toward the man closest to her. She pulled her backpack off, wrapped the straps around his neck, spun around, and flipped him over her back.

She rushed towards the next man. She used her momentum to bring herself around up his midsection and sat on his shoulder. Y/n grabbed the hydra agent's gun off his thigh holster and shot the two men that were trying to shove the man in the van.

She tried to shoot the third one, but the gun clicked as it was out of bullets. The Hydra agent's shoulder she sat on kept trying to throw her off. "Hold on you cocksucker you'll get your turn," Y/n grunted.

She cocked her shoulder back and chucked the gun at the other hydra agent she couldn't shoot before, it hit him in the head, and he hit the floor within seconds. She took her knife flipped it around and shoved it in the man's throat that she sat on. The hydra collapsed, she hit the floor and rolled up onto her feet.

The next agent seen her a rushed toward her, he swung his knife, and she ducked, she faked a punch and the man went to block it. She saw an opening and kicked him in the stomach, he fell back with a thud.

She snuck up on the second to last man, she wraps her arms around his throat and pressed a pressure point to get him to pass out. Y/n turned around to take out the last agent but the man in the suit head-butted him and jabbed him in the ribs and they both collapsed.

At that time Y/n got a chance to really look at him, and it finally clicked. Expansive suite plus hydra agents equal Tony Stark. She felt her heart drop, only her luck that she would save an Avenger.

She yanked her hood down, walked over to Tony, and stuck out her hand. "Well, mister Stark it's good to see your suit wasn't too badly ruined." She joked.

Tony grabbed her hand and grumbled, she pulled him up, and he straightened his jacket. "I had them on the ropes." He commented dryly.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure you did." She rolled her eyes. They started to slowly walk back towards the street.

"Okay, what the hell was that? You pulled up all G.I Joe and took like 10 of them out."

Y/n figured after he saw that she couldn't lie and told Tony about how she grew up, and her training. They talked for a good 20 minutes. They neared the end of the alley and Tony turned to her. "You know we are always looking for more people on our team, we could definitely use you."

Y/n chuckled grabbing the books that she dropped earlier "I'm no hero Tony, and I'm a little busy going to school for my doctorate, which on that note I need new books because I dropped them in a puddle." She grimaced.

Tony paused to think for a second. "Here I'll make you a deal, I'll pay for your college, housing, and anything else you need if when you graduate if you consider joining our team."

Y/n's eyes went comically wide "Wait what? I can't ask you to do that, that's like 200,000 dollars of just school debt, let alone housing and all that."

Tony just smiled "Oh Sunshine you truly wound me, that's basically a trip to the Bahamas, c'mon think about it."

It was an offer she truly couldn't refuse, no one has ever been this kind to her sense well ever.   Y/n thought it over for a moment, She stuck out her hand "Well Tony Stark you have a deal, and don't call me Sunshine."

Tony gladly shook her hand.

_

"Funny enough, Tony wasn't paying attention to where he was going and ran right into me and spilled coffee all over me and him. But I don't blame him I know his eyesight is getting worse because of his old age, right Anthony?" Y/n put an arm around Tony mockingly.

Tony scowled and pushed her arm off with fake disgust. "What's with the insult's sunshine?" This time it was Y/n who grimaced.

"Any-who I've got another meeting to get to, so you're gonna have to have someone else show you around."

"Bucky will do it." Sam grinned.

Y/n looked over to see Bucky wide-eyed. "Well let's get to it, Sargent Barnes." She smiled.

_

Once everyone left the conference Bucky looked at Y/n with a pink tint to his cheeks. "Uh sorry, Sam can be a bit much sometimes." He rubs his neck sheepishly.

"Don't worry about it Sarge, I'm flattered that you'd show me around." She grinned.

Bucky looked torn for a split second, but his expression eases at Y/n's easy-going demeanor. "Well then, shall we get going." He Stuck out his arm.

She smirked back grabbing his arm "We shall."

He explained how the first floor is just mostly open to the public and where they hold press conferences. The second floor is where the SHIELD training room, a tiny med-bay, and the kitchen are. The whole third floor is for the Avengers to train which includes a weight room, sparring room, shooting range, pool, sauna, and locker rooms.

The fourth floor is where Bruce and Tony's lab is located. The 5th floor is where the Avengers common room and kitchen are. The 6th floor is where the debriefing room, weaponry, and where they get dressed to go on a mission. The next five floors are where their rooms were located.

"And here we have the 11th floor. Avengers med-bay and where your office is located also out the window you can see the Quinjet."

"It's awfully plain in here," Y/n murmured peeking into her new office.

"Our last doctor was a bit older in age and a little strict. No conversation, no joking around, and absolutely no color was her motto." Bucky crosses his arms while looking around the room.

"Thank the lord I won't ever have to meet her." She said with slight distaste.

"Actually Dr.Smith is the new SHIELD doctor, so don't thank god just yet."

Y/n playfully rolls her eyes and smiles back at Bucky. "Well thank you Sargent for the tour I appreciate it."

"I told you doll, call me Bucky." Her knees nearly buckled at the nickname.

"Alright then Bucky, thank you." Bucky put on his famous smirk

"Anytime doll, anytime."

Before Bucky walked out the door he turned to look at Y/n one last time. She gave him a mock salute and he chuckled.

Part 2