#jesus CHRIST this job is so much harder than i thought it would be. this level of bartending is Fucked

[sturniolo-rat]

Tattoos and Massages Part 1

Christopher Sturniolo X Reader

Part 2

A/N: My first work “A Very Matt Morning” is doing really well and so is my Nick NSFW ABC post so I thought I would treat the Chris girlies today😌

Contains: sugar daddy!chris🤑, fluff💕

TW: mentions of having absolutely $0

In which Chris lotions up y/n’s back tattoo and it turns into a happy ending massage.

It’s Friday night, and Y/N is on her way to the house her boyfriend Chris shares with his two brothers. As a nanny for a lower-middle-class family with a two-year-old girl, Y/N makes just enough money to survive. She absolutely loves her job and little Juno, but Jesus Christ, she’s doing a lot of work. Y/N desperately needs a fun, childless weekend with her boyfriend. 

She knocks on the front door three times because people who ring doorbells are weird, and she is greeted by no one other than Matt Sturniolo. “What’s up, Y/N”

“Nothing much, man. Just looking to spend the weekend with my boyfriend.”

“Come on in, then. You know the way.” He gestures inside the house and then towards Chris’s room. 

Y/N doesn’t bother knocking and enters the room in a hurry to find and hug Chris. Their eyes meet, and she crashes into him with a strong embrace. “Oof, that’s a big hug, Mamas,” he says with a groan.

“Mhmm, missed you.” is all she says with her face buried in his chest. They hug for a long time, and Chris realizes they’re not really hugging; it’s more like he’s holding her as she lets go of the past week's stress. 

“I know you had a hard week. Was Juno a terror today, too?” he asks.

“No, I’m just worried about money, is all. They’re taking Juno on a trip, so I’ll be out of work for the next two weeks.” She hugs him harder, and he rubs her back softly.

“You’re alright, Baby, I’ve got ya.” 

They spend the rest of the night cuddling and bingeing “The Bear” on Hulu. She notices he has Hulu Plus the one without the commercials and she feels a twinge of sadness that she’s never had money to spend on luxuries like that. The show however is very good, and they watch until they fall asleep. 

Saturday morning, Chris makes sure to wake up before Y/N. Slowly rolling her head off of his chest he sneaks out of bed and heads to the kitchen to cook her breakfast. He knows she works hard for everything she has and he wants to show her that his love is something she doesn’t have to work for. He will always give it willingly; for her, it is the easiest thing to attain. She will never have to worry about money for as long as his heart beats. It perplexes him that she doesn’t know that. He will show her, but first, he has to start a perfect day of relaxation with breakfast in bed. She wakes to the sound of the smoke alarm and the smell of burnt bacon. “Fuck! Fuck! Guys, I’m sorry!” Chris shouts across the house. Y/N tosses the blanket to the side, but she hears the boys before her foot even touches the ground. 

“What the fuck!” Nick yells in the way he does. 

Matt comes out with a “Jesus fucking Christ! Turn it off!” 

Y/N wants absolutely no part in whatever’s going on. She reaches over to her airpods on the bedside table, puts them in, and turns on noise-canceling mode. Then she pulls her blankie back over herself. She really can’t be bothered with that mess.

The alarm turns off a few minutes later, and Chris enters the room cringing holding a plate of bacon, eggs, and pancakes… all burnt. She removes her airpods. “I made this for you.” he gives a sheepish smile. 

She tries to hold back a giggle “Oh, Babyboy, you shouldn’t have.” He sets the plate beside the bed and curls onto her lap. Y/N strokes his hair. “No, Boobie, don’t be sad I love love love the gesture!” She cups his face in her hands and brings his head up for a kiss on the nose. Chris takes pleasure in how delicate she is with him. Moments like this remind him why she works in childcare. She’s a nanny now but was born to be a mother. He wants so badly to one day help her become one. 

“You know what? It’s fine.” He pops up as hyper as ever. That’s Chris for you…actually, that’s ADHD for you, but it is what it is. “Because…” he says in a sing-song voice, “I have a very big day planned.” He proceeds to walk around the room gathering clothes for Y/N to put on, throws them at her, and says, “We’re taking a trip!” with the biggest smile she’s ever seen.

About 20 minutes later everybody is dressed, and an Uber is outside because he’s a silly ass who can't drive. “Where exactly are we going?” Y/N asks as they step into the car.

“That, my dear, would be a secret.” 

“Oh god. I hate surprises!”

“Well, technically, we’re not going to surprise you right now. I got excited and forgot that they were not open this early,” he admits, a bit embarrassed. 

“My question still stands. Where. Are. We. Going.”

He holds her hand to his mouth and kisses her knuckles “You and I are going shopping.” he pauses “Also you literally love surprises. So, shut up.”

She pulls her hand away upset. “You know I don’t have any…” he puts his hand over her mouth to silence her.

“And I don’t care because I am buying you everything.” 

She tries to refuse and talk him out of it the whole car ride, but he insists. They arrive at this Rodeo Drive-esque place, and Y/N is amazed at all of the fancy stores. Chris drags her into everyone he sees and physically has to force her to pick one thing for him to buy. After about the ninth store, she starts to have fun with it. By 2 pm she has a billion bags filled with everything she could possibly want and wants to head home. 

“Nope! Surprise is just down there.” He points to a tattoo shop across the street.

Y/N’s eyes widen, and she lets out a little shriek: “We’re getting tattoos!” She starts clapping and jumping up and down. “I have always wanted to get a tattoo!”

“I know, Baby, I know.”

She decides to get a large rose tattooed down her spine. It hurt like a bitch, and it still does when they arrive home. It’s very pretty, but it’s also very much an open wound. An hour later they’re in Chris’s room, and she’s ready to take the wrap they used to cover the tattoo off her back and wash it with antibacterial soap. She takes her shirt off, and Chris can’t help but stare at her soft breasts her nipples pebbling in the cool air. “Come help! I can’t reach my back!”

“I’m on it.” He gets up to stand behind her and gently peels off the plastic wrap. Her back is covered in dried blood dyed black with ink. He runs his hands down her sides landing at her hips. “You need a shower, Darlin.” He smiles to himself and whispers in Y/N’s ear “Let me clean you up.”

Oof, sorry, lads, smutty part 2 tomorrow, just like last time.

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[stargirlwrites]

Not just s-ex

Jungkook x f.reader

-> slight amut, angst, fluff

-> warnings: TW! - mentions of r4pe. , unprotected sex, slut shaming, angry Jungkook, high sex drive reader, crying, they get into nasty argument :(

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Jungkook didn't know what to do about you. When you first told him about having a high sex drive he didn't think much of it. He lost his virginity to you, he didn't know anything else but you so he understood everything about your body, but recently you've been asking for sex way more than you usually do.

You two spend more time having sex than actually hanging out together. So he's going to confront you in the nicest way possible.

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"F-faster please koo!" You whine out as Jungkooks cock hits every right spot inside of you, you swear he's all inside your tummy. Making you feel euphoric.

His hips snap against yours as he feels you clenching around him, knowing you're about to cum. You feel his thrust get sloppier as you let out high pitched screams, not caring about the neighbors. It wasn't short after until Jungkook gave you your third cream pie of the night. Yay unprotected sex your favorite. (Don't do it you'll die.)

After you two were finished, Jungkook was exhausted. You two went at it for 3 rounds and he is completely out of it. You two cleaned yourselves up and changed the cum stained sheets. Jungkook layed down on his spot, holding you close as he kisses you goodnight and tries to close his eyes to drift away in his own little dream land. Until he felt you shift and move onto his body.

He opens his eyes and let's out a little sigh. Of course you're still horny. Of course you still want to have sex.

"Baby.. look we'll do it tomorrow night I promise I'm just very tired so-" You cut him off with your bratty little voice

"Mmm but I want you s-so so.. so bad. Want it again" you started to rub yourself against Jungkooks soft crotch. You and Jungkook usually do this. You thought he was just doing the silly little foreplay like usually.. but he wasn't.

His hands gently hold your hips still, preventing you from making any movement. You pout your lips and remove his hands, putting them on your breast instead

"You can have me all the time. Always want you.." you started to grind on his crotch again, letting out small moans when your clit rubs against his clothed cock.

His once soft hands turn aggressive, you yelp when you feel jungkook slightly above you off of him. It actually kind of hurt he wasn't being very gentle.

"Ohhh I know what you want" you giggle and try to remove Jungkooks boxers, still thinking it'd apart of your little foreplay you two usually do, forgetting about his harsh grip.

Jungkook sighs angrily and grips your wrist and shoves you harder away from him. His grip was hard and left redness on your wrist. You yelp a small "Jungkook.." before he responds

"God damn it ___ can you stop being a horny freak for once and leave my cock alone Jesus christ." You didn't know you were going something wrong. You thought he wanted to..

"I- ... I thought-.. this was never a problem before I mean-"

"No, maybe if you weren't such a fucking slut begging for dick every hour this wouldn't be a problem. You're a whore. No self respect for yourself what so ever."

You couldn't believe Jungkook was this mad with you. If he would have actually talked to you before hand you wouldn't do anything he's uncomfortable with, never.

Tears escape your eyes as you make tiny sobs but Jungkooks mouth keeps running. His mouth keeps going as he gets up and starts dressing, like he's going somewhere. This only makes your breathing get harder.

"Do you even know all the stories I heard about you? All the men that's confessed of being inside of you without protection? They even had evidence, everyone at my fucking Job knows. That's why I fear fucking you raw, don't know what kind of disease I'll catch."

And that's where he crossed the line.

You wrap your body in your fluffy pink robe, quickly getting up to face him. His irritated face faces your pink puffy one with tears streaming down.

You slap him.

"How fucking dare you. How could you s-say that to me. I know I have a problem I'm sorry. Maybe if you just talk to me this wouldn't be a problem. I... I w-was fucking räpĕd by .. by 4 boys in high-school and they never got punishment for it. Sorry that it'll fuck me up in ways."

Jungkooks eyes widen when he hears his words. Well he's a fucking asshole. Before he could say anything you beat him to his problem pity words

"Don't care what you say. Don't want to see you please leave, we can talk later. Not tonight."

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That night you went to bed alone. For the first time in 2 years you slept in bed without him by your side. It was a long night. Thoughts rambling in both of your minds, Regret and pain. You regretted taking your past sexual frustration on him and not telling him your dark past. It was painful. Jungkook regretted saying all those nasty things to you and not listening to the screams of help you silently screamed. It was painful because he hurt the one he truly loved. He hurt you and it hurt him to know that you were hurt. It hurts him to see you crumble apart because of him.

It wasn't that long after Jungkook stopped crashing at his cousins soyeons place. You and him talked it out. You opened up to him completely and he listened. He reminded you how much he loved you. He reminded not just you but himself how much of a fucking idiot he is.

You're getting help with your high sex drive problem. Of course you and Jungkook still have sex, just instead of every day its twice a week. It feels good. It feels good knowing that you can feel good without sexual acts. That you can feel good with the one you love, and his name is Jeon Jungkook.

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( hope you guys enjoyed this. It's short but it's something. Love all of y'all and thank you so much for reading my fics. I have longer ones coming soon!! You can always leave requests too <3!!) - stargirl ☆

*Jungkook is so babygirl I need to write more sub!jk.*

[a-mel0n]

This stupid "Your Name" Bucktommy AU won't leave my brain, and while I don't have enough faith in my writing skills to actually write the damn thing (and it would be my first fanfic... ever?? and that's a project that seems a bit too big for me lmao), I DID write down what I'm picturing some of the "rules" Buck and Tommy have for each other while in the other's body. Mostly just for fun. (Because Tommy would be switching in 2006, the iPhone does not exist yet, so all of his notes are written in an actual physical journal. All of Buck's notes would be on the Notes app of his phone)

TOMMY: 1) Evan, stop running into burning buildings when you don’t have to while in my body. If I wake up in a hospital bed for the fifth time this month, I might actually lose it.

its part of the job to save as many ppl as possible. also u don’t even feel the pain when i get injured in ur body.

You’re right, I don’t. Unfortunately, the pain from having a wooden beam fall on you doesn't just magically go away when we swap. Just... be more careful? Please?

fine. i’ll try and keep ur hospital visits to a minimum.

2) Can you stop flirting with people on calls? Or at the very least give them your number and not mine? In the last week alone my contact list has nearly doubled because you keep giving people my number. 

dude its not my fault you’re more popular while i’m you. just think of it as me being ur wingman! how u dont have a girlfriend is beyond me btw. hot chicks love firefighters and ur a good looking dude

Jesus Christ, Evan. For the last time, I’m single by choice.

3) Don’t shower while in my body

already dont

4) Don’t go to the bathroom while in my body 

done

5) In fact, unless you’re at work, don’t change any of my clothes while in my body. 

fair

6) Do you really need to spend so much of my paychecks on cooking supplies? I have enough pots and pans already. 

whats the point of a pantry if its half empty. be thankful ur getting actual food now via my leftovers instead of the utter tragedy that was the state of ur fridge when we first started swapping places.

7) Don’t make a scene while at work. 

your boss sucks ass and his stupid orders are going to get people killed. im not gonna listen to him if hes making bad calls while lives are on the line

Evan.

8) Don’t pick up the phone when my dad calls.

got it

BUCK: 1) quit going to eddie’s basketball pickup games. he keeps inviting me while i’m in my own body and its getting harder and harder to come up with excuses as to why i can’t go. it's kinda awkward.

I thought you’d be more grateful, Evan. You’re the coolest guy on the court when I’m you. 

2) are you making movie references when ur me? bc chim keeps asking when i got so “cultured” and the other day maddie asked when i watched the princess bride. 

You haven’t seen the Princess Bride? I’m leaving you a surprise for tomorrow. Check your couch when you wake up. 

did you spend my OWN money on a dvd??? i don’t even own a dvd player. i own every streaming service imaginable.

3) keep the finger guns to a minimum?? idk why you do them so much but both hen and chim have said smth abt it

4) if u get a call from someone called connor or kameron on my phone just let it go to voicemail its personal stuff and i'll deal with it

Evan, you could have told me you agreed to be a sperm donor yourself. Finding out because Connor and Kameron showed up at the fire house was more of a shock than finding out over these memos would have been. 

they did what?????

5) don’t talk to my parents

Done.

6) No rule about undressing? 

dude idc. i’m not gonna stop you from taking a piss in my body if u need to. as long as you like. don’t have sex with someone while you’re me? oh wait hang on i DO have a rule about undressing

7) DON’T HAVE ANY RANDOM HOOK UPS IN MY BODY. 

Wasn’t planning on it, but good to know. 

[elcucurucho]

finished o segredo na floresta! I have many thoughts!

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EVIL!! FUCKED UP AND EVIL!!!!!!!!!! JAIL FOR GAME MASTER FOR 1000000000 YEARS!!!!!!!

What I really can’t get over is there was no good end for santo berço or for anyone living there. They had no choice, they were victims, but they were doomed from the start. The good lives they lived were covering for the fundamental evil that made it possible, and trying to preserve that life and protect innocent people was enabling that evil to grow even more powerful under the surface!

Like the townspeople weren’t evil. The town was founded with evil intentions, and then it grew completely out of control, into something that consumed even the scientists that created it. And thanks to the time dilation, enough time passed that the only ones that even knew the secret of the forest, if you will, were the people responsible for maintaining the lives of the others. The blacksmith was truly convinced that the ordem had already failed, and the lives of the people were worth more than the price it would take to stop something unstoppable. Even without santo berço affecting his mind, that’s an understandable position.

The wellsprings themselves are already morally conflicting, it’s very omelas core, like sacrificing the lives of a few for the happiness of many. Was the blacksmith in the right for wanting to protect his town, full of unknowing innocents? Was the gatekeeper right for wanting to free his imprisoned brothers, also innocent? And all of it was ultimately futile, because they were always all going to die in the end.

And LIZ OH MY GOD LIZ. She was always willing to sacrifice her own humanity for the job. Absolutely incredible role playing on Bagi’s part for the last couple episodes especially, my god. Her getting talked down from killing the wellsprings was just heartbreaking. Because maybe they died in the end anyway, and maybe killing them would’ve helped in some minor way, but Liz killing them would’ve been a step away from her humanity in a way she couldn’t have come back from. Joui acting as the teams moral compass really got to me. Maybe sometimes you have to make morally grey choices, but what an awesome character choice to have someone who is willing to go “no, even for a good reason, this is wrong.”

And that final fight. Jesus fucking christ. The second cellbit talked about time stopping I went “uh oh” and then it uh. Got Worse. Losing 22 years of your life in an instant because you got unlucky is one of the most horrific concepts he could’ve come up with. And Thiago having to wait for decades for his friends to escape so he could blow himself up and end it? Absolutely brutal. Incredible ending to the fight though, I have literally no idea what would’ve happened otherwise. Could’ve easily imaged a TPK there.

The whole ending was brutal. One of the things I’m growing to LOVE about ordem is there are no easy victories. Everything has a cost, and that cost is often devastating. Doing the right thing doesn’t mean you’ll get rewarded for it. Usually, it actually makes your life harder. Sure, the team may have saved literally the entire world. But all they know for sure is what they gave to accomplish it. It’s so so compelling to me. What are you willing to sacrifice in the name of doing what’s right?

Genuinely have so much to say about every character, it’s crazy. I started watching this months ago so I know there’s so much progression I’m missing but my god. I’m going to think about this for the rest of my life.

[may-bonne]

I’m brand new here but what is WITH the way people write Letty? I mean I know what’s with it but like what is WITH it?

oh boy. this has pissed me off nonstop for three years, so i hope you wanted ALL my thoughts on it lol

jesus christ, i KNOW (and the same goes for mia). people are interested in writing dombrian, but oh no! there's a pesky woman in the way!! what to do with her? instead of actually exploring why her and dom's relationship might come to an end (and there are PLENTY of fucking reasons but that would require more than five seconds of thought about letty's character) or just writing her out, she HAS to be turned into a cartoonishly evil bitch so that dom can dump her without feeling bad and get with a guy. there is also such a gross misogynist tendency to make letty and not vince the one who can't come around to brian (i think vince/brian fics honestly treat letty worse if anything, because then letty has to be the outlier in the group) and then to paint that as completely irrational of her. like, number one, if she's jealous, i think that's completely reasonable! number two, if she didn't trust him from the get-go (which i don't even think is true because she's the one telling dom to let him date mia), she was ABSOLUTELY in the right because he was a fucking cop! and so many fics have everybody else totally willing to just handwave that thirty seconds after the job went to shit so that they don't have to put any work into having brian regain everyone's trust and instead everyone must chastise letty for what a huge cunt she's being just because she doesn't want him around.

the thing that bugs me is that so many of them seem to have no self-awareness and genuinely think there is, like, textual support for that interpretation. there's this one fic on ao3 set during the first movie where brian keeps trying (weeping manpain tears all the while) to hold an intervention with dom because it's clear that letty is domestically abusing him?? okay, maybe this is an interesting issue to explore, but i'm sorry - you are going to need to work harder to convince me that letty is slapping him around behind the scenes because NOTHING she does in the first movie suggests that. so many fics take the "i smell skanks" thing and are like, she doesn't let dom talk to ANYBODY!! how dare she!!! but he already cheated on her with tran's sister! and i don't really think he cares!

i just don't get it because, like - dom can break up with letty! dom can realize he would rather be with brian and it doesn't have to be because letty's hitting him or whatever. or letty can break up with him because she can't forgive him for how the last job went or because she realizes she's eighteen and doesn't actually want to be with the guy she idolized as a fifteen-year-old! she can get with mia! (that's just my own bias, lol). it's honestly not that hard to just write her off early in a way that doesn't completely butcher her character. i also think it's much more interesting to acknowledge that dom and letty have history and that that will complicate his relationship with brian but authors want it to be this one-dimensional one-in-one-out thing instead. she can be upset! she can be homophobic and i genuinely think that could be done well but it never is.

but, like, it's also just racism. it's just straight-up racism because when authors aren't interested in actually exploring her character they just default to her being an angry latina. there are so many fics that are fucking weird about describing her and go out of their way to be like "she had dark caramel skin and dom was SICK of her hot-blooded latin ways!!" and then make the clumsiest attempt to introduce blonde blue-eyed brian as her polar opposite and don't seem aware of the implications at all. khaleesian's nothing but trouble is the only fic i can think of that actually pulls that off and it's because the metaphor is much more subtle and focused on dom's relationships with brian and letty and not on their individual appearances or personalities. but like ninety-nine percent of the time it is SO ham-handed. i read a fic forever ago that would NOT stop calling her "the latina grease monkey" which is such a stupid and charged choice of epithet

finally there's that one soulmate AU and i could talk for another six paragraphs about how that one butchers letty. yeah, right, letty in 2001 would be really into sex positivity. my working theory is that the author watched a friends rerun while reading a little life and somehow mistook that for the first fast & furious movie

(also, welcome!! i'm glad you're here! we always need numbers lol)

[sleepyscxry]

L lawliet x male reader

A/N: I’m doing it. It is FINAL that I am down horrendous for this man and y’all will have to deal with it. Hope you enjoy!

Readers POV

I was at a cafe. Waiting for my coffee when I heard the bell on the door ring. I looked to see a not very hygienic man. I looked at him seeing his life span I looked shocked. I tried to keep my visual shock to a minimum. But that was no use because he walked right towards me. He sat down, not in a very normal position may I say. What is with this dude? “Could I ask you a few questions?” “Uh sure ask away.” “I’m working on the Kira case and would like to hear what you have. Because I’ve come to realize you know our main suspect for this case, Light yagami.” “Oh him? He’s just the top student at his university. I don’t know much about him. But his ‘girlfriend’ makes me a little suspicious..” “may I ask who this ‘girlfriend’ is?” “Misa amane. That famous model? Yeah I was shocked to see her with such an ordinary guy like Light.” “Hmm. Maybe he manipulated her.” “That’s bold I just said I was shocked.” “You have to make bold accusations if you want to get to the conclusion faster.” “Makes sense. So did you just come here to question random patrons or should I buy you something?” “That would be very admirable.” “Yao what do you want? Coffee? Dessert?” “Strawberry cake.” “Huh ok. I actually have a question for you.” “Yes?” “So I know there’s 2 Kira’s but like.. how mind boggling would it be if there were three?” It was very risky to ask this question. Because I’m the ‘hypothetical’ 3rd Kira. “Now that you mention it.. I don’t know.. it would make our jobs much harder.” He looks at me. “Why do you ask?” “Because 2 Kira’s are already enough of a handful. I was just wondering what your like under pressure.” “I can assure you I’m fine.” The waitress comes back with my latte and I ask for a strawberry shortcake. She leaves to get it. I take a sip of my latte. Trying not to look at Raion. The shinigami that follows me. I don’t want to cause any suspicion. I just look at L as he rambled on. “Do you even know what my name is?” “Yes I do. It’s (you). I look into these things before just going out and asking questions.” “Ah.” The waitress comes back with the strawberry shortcake. I slide it over to L. “If this is expensive you owe me dinner.” He looks at me shocked. “Let’s hope it isn’t.” I chuckle at his bluntness. after an hour of chatting with the man I pay and leave. I get home and slump in my chair. “That was stressful! Right Raion?” “A little bit. But I knew you had it under control.” “Awe thanks!” I turn to face my desk and take out my death note. “Should I write his name? Just to Y’know.. get him out of the way?” “I think it would be best to stay patient (you)” “ok ok” I move to my bed and practically go limp. “Wake me up when lights dead so I can be the better Kira.” “I don’t think you can sleep that long.” “I knowww!” I groan and get under the covers. I start to fall asleep.

this’ll be fun.

A/N: Jesus Christ on a stick. This was a lot more complicated than I thought initially. But yeah I made a shinigami. Dw he’ll be very important in part 2. Hope you liked it!

[petersbaby]

Chrissy X reader X Eddie

Part 2

Disclaimer that Chrissy is 18 years old

Warnings: threesome (sex), oral (both m and f receiving), cum eating

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On a Friday night, Chrissy was wondering as to how you were so sure he would be home.

“Yeah, it’s a Friday night, but it’s also Eddie. C’mon, what’s he gonna be doing?” You assure her, sounding a little mean in the process.

“No, I mean he HAS friends. They’re probably just…busy.” She just nods and smiles at you.

As your passenger princess, she gets to pick out the music most of the time in the car and will usually have her feet up on the dash, all small and pretty.

She just hummed along with the music until you arrived. When you did, you turn to her expectantly.

“Shoes, baby, put them on. We’re going inside again, maybe he’ll smoke with us for free like last time.”

“Hmm.” She says as if she’s deep in thought and you can’t help but giggle at how cute she is. She ends up putting her sneakers back on and walking up to the trailer door with you. When you knock this time, it took longer than usual for him to answer.

You didn’t just leave though, because he was obviously there. The van was in the driveway, so you knock harder and the door swings open.

“Jesus Christ, are you the cops or something? Knocking hard as fuck on my door.”

“You didn’t open it when I did it normally.”

He steps back again to let you in and he asks you what you need as you make the walk to his bedroom to where he keeps his stuff.

You tell him just weed still, regardless of whatever crazy drug he offers you, that you’ll just stick with weed. You didn’t really like him bringing up drugs like ketamine and shrooms around Chrissy.

She doesn’t know about that stuff and she’s a curious person so it’s better not to even let her think about it.

He puts his hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay, I was just asking. It’s my job after all.” He turns around and produces your little baggie, handing it to you in exchange for the money.

“Thanks, eds. We’ll see you.” You start to walk out the door, assuming he wasn’t in the mood to hang out.

“Do you- you guys wanna watch a couple of movies or something? I mean, you drove all the way here…” you smile.

“I don’t know, will there be a joint involved?” You ask.

“You’re killing me, making me smoke out of my own supply. But sure, fine. Only for you.” Satisfied, you go over to his bed to sit down. You slip off your shoes and climb in, getting comfortable knowing you’d be here for at least a couple hours.

You pat the spot next to you as Chrissy stands awkwardly with her hands laced together. “C’mere, eds doesn’t mind us sitting in his bed. Do ya?” You ask the last part louder so he’d hear you.

“No, of course I don’t mind. Make yourself at home.” He says, over his shoulder as his back faces you while he rolls a couple of joints. Chrissy starts to get in bed next to you, but you have to remind her. “Shoes, baby. Take them off.”

“You just made me put them back on. Plus, this isn’t exactly the cleanest bed. I don’t think my shoes would make it much dirtier.” She comments, completely serious, making you laugh out loud.

“Hey! Those stains are- I don’t know what those stains are.” He responds.

He turns around to see you both ready, staring at his blank tv screen in anticipation.

He had already had a movie rented and ready when you got here, so there was no debate about what to watch.

He initially said a couple of movies, but he anticipated you’d leave before the second one was even over.

He settled down next to you both, flicking the lighter. The first smell of the smoke was a relief, such a relaxing and distinct aroma.

The movie playing was a horror movie, so chrissy is naturally being extra clingy (even more so than usual), hiding her face in your shoulders when she gets scared and making you hold her extra tight.

The joint had been finished, and you were all pretty high. Chrissy wanted to do more, wanted to make out, but you told her she’d have to wait til you guys left.

Conveniently, Eddie excused himself to go to the bathroom and she finds this to be a perfect chance, smushing her lips on yours as soon as he was out of the room.

You weren’t gonna stop her, you wanted to kiss her too. Really bad, so bad you didn’t realize it until it happened.

A couple of minutes go by, and your bodies are so close together they could become one and you’re kissing deeply.

When Eddie comes back to the room, he sees this and freezes.

He has no idea what to do, but he knows it’s probably wrong to just watch you creepily, so he takes a mental picture (he’s never gonna see his bed the same way again) and knocks on the bedroom door which was already partially open.

This startled you, and you pulled away from each other to set your eyes back to the screen even though you’d missed that last few minutes and so had he.

He returns to his spot from previously, grabbing a pillow and placing it over his lap as he lays back against the headboard. When you look over and notice this, you laugh.

“What’re you, hiding a boner or something??” You ask teasingly, and he didn’t respond. Just keeps his eyes on the tv, pretending he didn’t hear you.

In a swift movement, you reach over and yank the pillow off of him before he could stop you. Indeed, he has a boner, and it’s surprisingly big, not that you’d really given it THAT much thought.

“Oh my god, you WERE.”

His cheeks flush slightly as he tries to keep his composure. He feels awkward and maybe a little embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t want to make you guys uncomfortable. Can I have my pillow back now?” He asks.

“Who said we’d be uncomfortable?” You ask, looking at the girl next to you, who shrugs. She’s also turning just as red as Eddie, blushing too.

“You liked watching us?” You ask inquisitively.

“I-uhhh” he basically chokes on his words before they can come out.

The both of you were still high and touchy-feely. You were horny, you couldn’t speak for her but you guessed she would be too at that moment.

You move to slightly hover over her, leaning down to kiss her once more. She immediately returns it, making it deeper right away.

“Oh, fuck”, you hear in the background. You laugh a little, but continue regardless.

“I gotta be higher for this shit. Already feel like I’m dreaming anyway.” He said, reaching over to his bedside table where he had another one rolled, flicking the lighter once again and taking a hit.

Once you both smell it, you turn to him.

“Don’t let me stop you, by all means.” He says, jokingly.

“No, we want some more too. You gotta share.” You tell him, reaching for the lit joint in his fingers, but he pulls it away.

“And what do I get in return?”

“I’ll share her with you, she’ll share me with you.” Chrissy spoke, far bolder than her tone usually is. “It’s all fair.”

You looked over at her, smiling, then looked back at him. You were proud of her for speaking up, knowing what she wanted and expressing her desires and feelings.

“You heard her. That’s fair, more than fair I think.”

“Fuck, I wasn’t expecting you to actually give me anything in return, I was just joking.”

“Oh okay, then we were too.” You respond and you take a hit after snatching the joint from his hand and then passing it to her beside you.

“No, no. You can’t go back on that. In fact, I think I’ll remember that for the rest of my life.”

“You wanna fuck us, hm?” You ask with faux innocent eyes.

“Dear god. You’re gonna fucking kill me.” He huffs out, getting overwhelmed all over again and the hardness returning to his dick all at once.

“You want to?” You ask the girl beside you.

“Y-yeah. I just need affection and attention. I don’t care which one of you it is, but somebody touch me please.” She almost begged.

She acted so touch starved for someone who was attached to you at the hip all day every day. She’s just needy, it’s part of her cuteness.

“I’ll touch you, pretty girl, be patient.”

But you immediately oblige despite telling her to be patient, climbing on top of her once again and tugging her shirt off and removing your own right after.

You reach around her back to unhook her bra, gently pulling it off and tossing it to the side, starting to kiss down her neck and licking her nipples tenderly and taking your time with each. It was at this point where he realized he couldn’t take any more.

He had been palming at his erection for five minutes but he finally wanted to be in the mix instead of just a spectator.

He moves towards Chrissy, taking your place as he licks her body all over and takes her nipples into his mouth as well, one at a time. He tried to suckle on one, but chrissy yelps.

“You gotta be gentle with her. She’s sensitive, but I’m definitely not, in case you were wondering.” You tell Eddie. In a whirlwind, your lips were on his.

He takes the opportunity to wrap his hand around your throat and kiss you deeper, all while the other girl watched in wonder. It was incredibly arousing, she found out.

You moan into his mouth the tighter he squeezes, but you pull away to tell him to take his clothes off.

While he’s doing that, you finish undressing your girlfriend, pulling her skirt off and down her legs, then her panties too.

You kiss down from her navel, eventually getting near her core where you took extra time to kiss the skin of her inner thighs.

Once you got to her cunt, it was practically dripping. You immediately got to work, lapping up everything you could and eating her out with passion and determination to make her feel as good as possible.

You were interrupted when you felt the sting of cool hands on your skin and something hard poking against you from behind.

Wearing a skirt too, you tried to assist Eddie in pulling down your panties.

They were soaked and once off he slipped them under his mattress unashamedly to keep for later.

You hear the clanking sound of his belt buckle and then a zipper and he pulled down and kicked off his pants and boxers, returning to his position where his hard on pressed against your ass again but without barriers this time.

Still trying to focus on Chrissy, you couldn’t help but arch your back even further and try to push back on him and get some friction.

He groans as he pulls your skirt up to your hips and keeps it bunched there. You were practically begging, your body giving away how badly you wanted to feel him inside you.

“Fuck, okay”, he remarks to himself as he collects your slick and positions himself at your entrance. Even though you’d told him he didn’t have to be gentle with you, he was still going to easy.

Still only halfway in, you get impatient and grind back on him, sinking down on the rest of his cock, and he moans. There were no words in that space behind his eyes, brain working overtime to take this all in.

He grabs a hold of your ass cheeks, using them to his advantage to fuck you on his dick, hard.

You start to cry out at the pleasure, so much so that you can’t focus on chrissy in front of you.

You kept up the effort, but eventually couldn’t do anything but lay there and feel it. She decided to get up and shuffles over to Eddie, leaning in to kiss him on the lips for some attention.

They kiss sweetly as he pounds into you from behind with your face buried in his sheets. He runs one hand up and down the side of her body while the other rests still on your ass.

After a while, he frees both his hands to reach for yours, pinning your wrists behind you against your back. Chrissy sits back and touches herself desperately, just in your field of vision, though it was blurry.

With her other hand not on her pussy, she reaches to push your hair away from your face and trying her best to keep it so that you were able to see.

Your extra loud moans and cries signaled to him that he was doing something right, fucking you relentlessly until you couldn’t speak with words and more and you were cumming all around his dick when he repeatedly hit your sensitive spot.

It was magical, earth shattering. Something you hadn’t felt in a long time. It lasted a while too, which you were eternally grateful for and never wanted it to end.

He groaned, throwing his head back, trying not to bust as you squeezed around him. “Eddie, oh my god, fuck”, you panted.

He releases your hands, allowing you to use what little body strength you had to change positions.

You move to be level with his cock, leaning down as Chrissy copies your movement and you both start sucking his dick at the same time.

You were basically making out with his dick in between your mouths, being licked and kissed from both sides by both of you.

Chrissy then takes him into her mouth completely, collecting and savoring the taste of you still on him.

You pulled her hair back into a makeshift pony tail in your hand, guiding her up and down his length as she hollows out her cheeks.

She looked so pretty like this, eyelashes resting on her cheeks while her eyes were fluttered shut and her pretty lips all around his big cock.

He didn’t say much of anything now, only guttural groans and near silent curses. He lets it go on for as long as he can, but has to stop you.

“That is the hottest thing over ever seen, but i can’t take anymore. Can’t finish yet, she still hasn’t.” He looks down at her, petting her head.

Her eyes light up even more, and you think back to when she told you a man has never cared enough to make her cum.

This was her lucky day, because Eddie had to make it even or else the job was not done.

“Can I fuck her?” He asks.

You laugh. It would only be fair considering she let him fuck you.

“Yeah, eds, fuck her good but be nice about it, alright? Gentle.” He nods as you help chrissy lay down on her back.

“You’re okay, right? You want this?” You ask her to confirm.

“Mhmm.” She responds.

You weren’t sure if she just innocently thought Eddie was cute and was just flirting for drugs or if she actually wanted to go so far as to fuck him.

“Words, please. I can get you off if you don’t want him to-“

“I want him to. Please.”

“Ah, fuck.” Eddie mumbles at this admission. He leans over her and slowly pushes himself in as you kiss her for a distraction.

He was definitely bigger than any guys she’s ever been with, so you knew it would probably sting.

She seemed to like it, though, starting to mewl and moan. He fucks her in a way that’s almost sweet. Not hard, not fast. He had listened to what you’d said.

She reached out her hand to you, and you take it in yours. She squeezes as she’s getting used to the feeling, then gradually loosens her grip.

When you noticed her noises change to be more high pitched, you reach down between them and rub her clit while he fucks her at the same time.

She doesn’t last long with this double stimulation at all, crying out your name instead of his as she came just by instinct, but Eddie didn’t mind.

After this, it was an impossible mission for Eddie not to cum.

“Fuck, I’m gonna paint your stomach, okay?”

She looked up at him with big eyes and nodded, a couple thrusts more and he pulled out quickly, spilling on her lower stomach and reaching up to her ribs some too.

Once he was recovering, you scooped up some of the liquid and put the wet fingers in her mouth, letting her taste.

“Good?” You ask, knowing it’s a nasty taste. You giggle as she gives you a “yuck” expression and go down to start licking it up off of her body. In the middle of putting his boxers back on, Eddie looks over at you while you do this.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He groans. You both giggle again, and you all helped each other find your respective articles of clothing.

“You stole my panties, didn’t you?” You ask out loud after not being able to find them.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m sure they’re in here somewhere.” He says, feigning cluelessness.

“Fine, you can keep them. I want them back, though, when you’re done… ahem… using them.”

-

“So how was that?” You ask on the way back to your house. The drive so far had been silent.

“Amazing. It was so good.”

A few moments pass.

“Maybe we could like, make him our boyfriend. Is that a thing??” She giggles.

“I dunno, maybe… I have no idea.”

You excitedly drive home so that the two of you could cuddle up and talk about everything that went down.

[theoddcatlady]

Biter

I’m never going to complain about working at a daycare, it really is my dream job. I love working with kids and seeing how they grow up, when they learn to talk and walk, when they learn to string together sentences… It’s the best.

However, there are some kids that drive me up the wall.

“Ow! Parker, you don’t bite people!”

The hardheaded two year old responded by throwing a block at my head, which I barely ducked as I ran into the bathroom. Parker had been a handful all day, he’d already bitten two of the other children and had kicked Tara in the shin when she managed to drag him away from a quarrel he’d been right in the middle of.

I bit back any swearing as I ran my finger under the tap. Jesus Christ, kids can really bite harder than you think, he’d managed to draw blood. After slapping a band aid on the bite and calling it a day, I headed back out to see that Parker was sulking in the corner and Tara was on the phone.

When she hung up, she turned and grimaced. “How bad did he get you?” She asked.

“Drew blood. Nothing a band aid can’t fix.” I nodded at the phone. “Who were you calling?”

“Parker’s mom.” Tara shook her head and I saw her fingers twitch toward her bag, she might’ve claimed to have kicked her smoking habit but after a rough day she would still vanish for a bit when it just got too much. “Honestly, Parker’s a little monster today and it’s getting to the point where I am not letting him near the other kids. After he took a piece of your skin he went back to hitting poor Brittany. I managed to calm her down with a juice box but… wow, this is not a good day for the lil guy.”

“Did his mom pick up?”

Tara shook her head. “Got sent to voicemail. Just keep an eye on Parker. I’ll manage the other rugrats, hey, at least it’s Friday?” She grinned and weaved over to the TV, loudly offering to put on Spongebob. That got the attention of about three quarters of the kids, the indifferent ones were too young to be enthralled by the cartoon or they were napping.

I saw Parker start to scoot out of his corner and I tutted my tongue. “Parker, ten more minutes in the corner, then we’re going to apologize to everyone you bit,” I said, pushing his chair back into the corner.

Parker glared and for a brief second I was nervous around the kid. Good thing too, because he lunged for me again. This time I managed to shove his ass back in the chair, maybe I was a little rough but this kid was going for my throat. “Stop it! What is up today, Parker?” Sure, he was a rambunctious kiddo, but no more than any other toddler. This was actually concerning.

Parker just turned and sat back down on his chair, crossing his arms and pouting. I sighed.

“Fine. Ten more minutes, buddy.”

Ten more minutes and before I could let him out of his corner his mom showed up. Rita looked as distracted as always, she was still chatting on her phone as she signed Parker out for the day. I tried talking to her about Parker’s behavior but she blew me off, saying, “He’s just going through a phase,” before going back to her conversation on the phone. Without so much as an apology or an explanation she grabbed her son by the shoulder and dragged him off.

That night I headed home, filled my bathtub, tossed in my most glittery bathbomb, lit some candles, turned on some music, and prepped for a night of relaxation. I deserved it.

About a half hour of soaking, I felt the bandaid I slipped on come loose and fall off. I sighed and stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel to dry off.

I came to a dead halt when I saw my finger was turning black.

At first I thought it was a trick of the candle light, but flipping on the light confirmed my initial inspection- the bite mark had turned completely black, while veins running down my finger had began to darken. I wouldn’t have known anything was wrong otherwise, it hadn’t gone numb or anything. It was just black.

I grabbed my phone and dialed Tara’s number while I peeled off the scab, squeezing out the wound into the sink.

“I’m on a date, this better be good,” Tara grumbled when she picked up.

“Yeah, it’s good, Tara. Can you help me call the other parents of the kids that Parker bit? Because my wound is… kinda fucking gross…” I shivered as gray goop dripped into the sink, the same consistency of pus. “I’m probably going to the doctor in the morning, I think it’s an infection.”

“I mean, I’m not surprised. Kid’s mouths are actually the worst,” I could hear Tara shudder, “So many germs.”

I grimaced as more gray goop splashed off the faucet. “You’re telling me. I’ll call Brittany’s dad, you can call Logan’s? Just tell them to check the bites and see if they’re infected too. Then get back to your date, meanwhile I have a date with a needle as I lance this bitch.”

“Aaaand just like that, I’m going to be thinking about your gross pus all night. Thanks for killing the mood.”

“You’re welcome.”

I hung up. I wasn’t seriously going to lance the wound, squeezing it seemed to do the job well enough. It hurt like a bitch though. I gritted my teeth before I turned on the sink, rinsing the wound off and grabbing some Neosporin out of the cabinet.

A new bandaid later and I was right as rain. I checked my list of parent’s numbers and texted Brittany’s mother about the biting incident and to make sure that her daughter was all right before I headed to bed. I was drained, mentally and physically, from a rough day at work.

I rolled over the next morning to find seven missed calls from Tara and that the infection had spread, to put it lightly.

I screamed when I reached for my phone and saw that my right hand looked like I’d dipped it into black ink. If I wasn’t awake then, I was now as I shot up and grabbed onto my hand with my good one. I wiggled my fingers but it was like wiggling them through molasses, each movement sluggish and almost unresponsive. My entire hand was completely numb, no matter how much I poked it there was no response.

I picked up the phone and saw the missed calls, immediately calling Tara back.

“Oh my god, where were you?!” Tara screeched nearly loud enough to pop my eardrum.

“Sleeping! Like a normal person!” I raised my hand in front my eyes, still shocked about what I was seeing. “What happened-”

“Go to the fucking hospital, right now.” I could hear Tara flick her lighter. “I’m serious, how bad are you?”

I swallowed. “… Bad. Let’s just say it’s bad.”

“I… oh Jesus fucking Christ,” Tara’s voice cracked, “I… I had a bad feeling about Logan when I called his parents and they didn’t pick up. So Danny and I went to his house, just to make sure everything was okay, I mean, I live right on his block anyway… I knew it wasn’t when I saw that all the lights were on and it was already past eleven. His house is in bed by ten, at the latest. So I went up to the front door and knocked. I didn’t get an answer… so I walked in.”

My heart sank as I heard Tara start to cry. Tara never cried.

“Everyone was dead. Black goo was everywhere, and his dad was just laying in a puddle of that and blood. I saw Logan just sitting next to his toys and he didn’t look right, like… at all. I’m not fucking kidding, he looked like a corpse stacking toy blocks. He looked up at me and his eyes were just black. He grinned and his mouth was all bloody… I ran out of there screaming. I got into the car just before that little ankle biter launched himself at the window. It cracked and I screamed at Danny to just drive, drive as fucking as he could… I don’t know if we ran that little fucker over or not but I genuinely thought you might be dead.”

I already had thrown on a bathrobe and was walking out the door. “I’m going to the emergency room right now, Tara. What happened after that? Did you tell somebody?”

“No shit we told somebody!” Tara sobbed. “We… we’re at the police station still. Logan’s not the only family who has this happening to them. Brittany’s mom was found hiding in the bathroom as Brittany was clawing at the door and screaming like a wild animal. Brittany’s in the hospital right now and she’s unresponsive. Please, please just get help as fast as you can.”

I’m in the hospital now. I think they’re going to try to stop this from spreading further by taking my arm. The black’s crawled up past my elbow now, I swear it’s gained an inch every time I look to check. Across the hall from me is Parker, while his mom screams that he’s fine and that he’s just going through a phase. She claims she’s going to sue them all but I’m pretty sure she’ll be the one buried in lawsuits.

I managed to catch a glimpse of the little shit though.

He seems to be just like every other little kid… except that he’s still a biter. I think I saw him take a chunk out of the nurse’s arm before the door closed.

[the-firebird69]

You're a f****** moron buddy you're walking around and in front of us could be even there area it's nearby saying this stupid s*** in colder than children can understand and they're probably reporting you I have to tell you your code is pretty simple he's telling me what it is and they know what it is and if we tell you what it is then we don't know what it is that's how it goes you say so sit there and listen to the results of the radio and not caring and fall for what Dave did Jesus Christ that's horrible she's doing things all day long and it's doing something else all night long and she did a bunch of times and she trying to see who's watching and it was very dangerous stuff because you sit around and you don't do anything all day and these people all watch you all day cuz you could issue an order and any moment he is sitting there tell you what the news is who you can't tell he's doing and he says I'll do it a bunch of stuff it's this idiot facilitating me and that idiot could tell if I change the moon to mushrooms and I get that. He's telling me what you're doing any interesting people to do it you're not prize. And early enough it is symbolic in the state of two it's about you leaving it is a short dimension guy and she's saying it because that's what's happening I'll be able to get into the dark cars that she says stuck there hangout civil code handing out simple code and I get that too he's stuck here doing that and having a great time it's just saying someone a message

Sarah

So I send a message it goes out and she's worried but she didn't say so it's just her style though and yeah she's worried about everything at this time so that's making her laugh so they say she's not worried about everything and we're watching it they were looking at the video and yeah he looks like an old female guy senile guy and he said he captures the female but that's his idiot s*** and that's her way of saying it and sending a different message too and it is when we're looking good so we already tell these guys so we're going to have a little war with Max and others and we have to get ready for it so we we will look at that but she's saying that she's going to be stuck here and she doesn't want him stuck here she's asking if she's moving

Thor Freya

Okay so you're ruined my spy job it's not abnormal instead of talk to me about it they told me about it and I get that and we started talking about it again so I'm going to keep asking and I have to tell me I hope they tell me

Hera

As soon as shifts up there there's too many ships up there that's a watch for each other and watch it real close and I said that the iron would last on the planetoids and what's left of Earth and they're kind of under duress and they can't just go up there and do that that's what I was told

Zues

True too that is what they said and penis is pretty far out there and now it's hot as close to Earth so that's something to be accounted for that really they can't get to the moon and I heard Thor and Freya did a study this has they could probably get there.

Hera

We did that and others did too the corroborate and zigzag said this what about another they're going to make it happen and when they do they're going to be exposed so that's one thing and the other is that when we did it we said that they would be up there minding it themselves it's not necessary true I didn't even thought about it for a minute what are they going to go if they can't go to Venus we go to the player toys and planetoids and they go to Earth and then try going to mars

But Mars would be harder. And it definitely fight it's like conquering a new land or an island. So we have this stuff going on all over the place and question about whether she's relocated or not and people want to know and what we say is I don't think so what he says is we don't have control not enough and it's far too much violent interest and she said that's true and the pseudo empire will be willing to turn into the last second I will be right there so I say this but now I knew they were there and I see your point and if they get close enough they can hold some big cans on me and I'd be in trouble so it's going like that

Hera

Well we explained and she's okay and she knows that this time is not right and we don't want to lose her so she's happy but somewhat and it caused a lot of heat we'll be ready next time

Thor Freya

I'm looking forward to next year and I do know your work towards that now and I see it's a lot of stuff there's a few things to bothering it and in the way I wanted these crazy people empire is too much power and they have still too chips all around too many ships for now I'll be sitting here and being happy and it's not a bad life I have a good time and we are watching everything he says and I know

Hera

We're going to help her because we're helping and she's going to go around the other side soon and we will be there and help it and talking to her and getting her what she needs and she's going to help lead so he says you go around the other side and you get Joseph pagliotti going

Thor Freya

He said it should work think about it it's a detriment to me so I'm thinking about it I said it kind of told me but you sort of didn't what it is is it's special and unique because my sister designed it and it's to kidnap him and I'd be having it made but they be saying someone else is going to get down here so what else is going to kidnap him and that's what they were saying and we have a winner and she said she can build it today and I said how are you going to do that and she said we have a friend and stuff and it's a smaller bike and you can make it into a scooter and she's got all these ideas and the point is the name of it it's probably the same but you can personalize the design in this the paint and it would be a Melissa pagliati so she gets how to do it she knows that there's a few jokes that really it was famous for being a bike that works and not much money a lot of Chinese bike that actually work but you can't get parts and it wouldn't be a Chinese fight that's what you say that is what she says it is not going to be chinese. It's going to be American is that going to be a Chinese bike. So here we all this should work

Hera and I'm pleased and you better not buy one

And we're not going to let him buy one

Thor Freya

I have the idea first no it was not my idea it's not a bad idea

Sarah

I think you deserve one of these yeah that's right

Alicia

It's not like I'm a Harley guy I don't really know what you're talking about

Zues

You deserve it because you've been a good boy not really but you won't be able to afford anything else and he says I can't afford that and that's funny you can sell both bikes and so I have to hold out of the bikes and sell them both are we going to get around and you can get a kit for your bicycle yeah that makes sense

Alicia

Olympus it's good stuff it seems evil of it okay but okay

[haiminkoo]

it's not about you, but You.

i think it actually began as something good intentioned and "pure hearted" (or as pure hearted as a person can be i suppose). "i want to be more like Jesus." i think this is something a lot of people can relate to and probably even say for themselves. it makes sense too. the more you love someone, the more you want to be like them. and the Bible also teaches us to be more like Christ and imitate Him in the ways that we live. so sure. it's a good thing to desire and to strive for. whenever anyone would ask me for prayer requests, that's what i told them too. "i just want to be more like Jesus." but somewhere along the way, in my humanity and in my flesh, this became a project i placed into my own hands. i felt like i needed to give my best to become more like Jesus. the fruit was mine to bear. the results and my character and my likeness to Christ was dependent on my own efforts. if i tried harder, i could be more like Jesus, and when i wasn't it was because i wasn't trying hard enough. and it makes sense in a worldly way, because everything in this life seems to work that way. whether it's in regard to academics or sports, or even relationships. it seems like the harder you try and the more time and effort you put in, there seems to be a positive correlation towards that goal being realized. so i tried my best, i think i can say with a fair amount of confidence i really did try my best. whenever difficult and hard circumstances would come, i told myself "it's okay because it'll make me grow and i'll become more mature through this." although i think this is fine and even right in certain ways, the way i approached it was me-centered. it was about how *i* could endure or how *i* could manufacture fruit through the hard times. it wasn't about trusting in Jesus to get me through or to grow me because in my mind it was separated from it. i was watching Jesus from afar and had all these examples in the Bible and seen Him do the same, and i just wanted to imitate it. almost like a child who would watch his favorite basketball players through youtube and try to copy it. there's no relationship in that. i was trying to be more like Christ apart from Him, almost as if i wanted to present myself to say "God, look how hard i'm trying. look how much i have grown. tell me that i did a good job. look Jesus, look how much i'm giving my best and wow i sure grew a lot since last time. Jesus whenever you check up on me, see how much i've grown?" and i think living like this or having this mindset of wanting to pour out my love upon Jesus with all that i have *in my own efforts* wearied my heart. i just so wanted to be like Jesus with all that i am and have but i just felt like i always had such a far way to grow. no matter how hard i tried i would fall short. even in my best moments and trying to do as much as i could, i was never like Jesus enough. i wasn't able to be loving enough, patient enough, caring enough, or gentle enough. and i think that began to wear down on my heart. usually, people are encouraged when they see output compared to the input but for me, the more i tried, the more i could see how much i lacked. and in that, my heart grew sad and tired because i just couldn't. my heart had hit a wall. a mountain that i couldn't climb anymore or have the strength to see myself over after crawling over so many. my heart was burned out and spent. but i couldn't see or feel any of this because of how much that thought was engrained in my mind about wanting to be more like Jesus and trying to do so. it wasn't until recently the Gospel once again spoke to me that it began to click. words that i've read before began to speak more clearly than ever before.

yes it is about Jesus. yes it is about becoming more like Christ. but i had gotten so lost in the being more like Christ, i lost sight of the whole thing that it's all about being WITH Christ. it's relationship. it's about abiding in Him and Him abiding in you. it's not about you trying to do things to be more like Him. but in the presence of Jesus and walking with Him and being with Him, He changes you. He's the one who bears the fruit in you to become more like Him. it's not about your efforts or you trying to make that come to be in your life, but God's promises are that He who began a good work in you will carry it out unto completion. The Good Shepherd and lover of your soul says come. come to me all who are weary and I will give you rest. He says come abide in Me. He says He will do it. it's no wonder that i burned out and felt so powerless and weary. what can i do to bear fruit that only the Spirit of God can bear. my part is to simply be and to abide. my part is to simply be with Jesus. and that's all that He asks. the secret to power in the Christian life is not in you but in Him. but i had forgotten that, all in my zeal and love to do what i thought Christ wanted from me in my trying to be more like Him. (note: it is what He desires but just not apart from Him!) so i feel like i'm back to the beginning. the Gospel that tells me it is by grace. that all is Christ and in Christ. in my weaknesses Christ's grace and power is sufficient and magnified. so Jesus would you take my hand and lead me on. lead me in the road everlasting and make me more like You Jesus, as You intend in Your perfect timing. not my will, but Your will. not my strength, but Your strength. not my power, but Your power. teach me to relationship with You, Jesus.

[specialagentsergio]

hands to myself

summary: You and Spencer have just confessed your feelings for each other. And now, he simply can’t keep his hands off of you.

pairing: spencer reid x f!reader

category: smut, 18+ (minors DNI)

content warnings: swearing, dirty talk, making out, heavy petting, fingering, hand job, lil bit of overstimulation, penetrative sex, protected sex (no glove no love y’all), lmk if i missed anything.

a/n: this is a companion to my fic side effects may vary, but can be read as a standalone. enjoy!

a/n 2: just a quick reminder, in case you missed it above—the original fic is gender neutral reader, but this is female reader.

word count: 2.3k

song: hands to myself by selena gomez

masterlist

You lift your head from his chest and look him in the eyes. “Kiss me again.”

Spencer does. He can hardly believe this is real. Yesterday he was waking up in his own bed, alone and grumpy about having to get up. Today he’s in your bed after spending the night with you. You confessed your feelings to him just moments ago, feelings that he was thrilled to inform you that he shared. And now, he’s kissing you.

You pull back eventually, and he’s about to complain, but then notices how loose the shirt you’ve slept in is. With the way you’re leaning over him, it gives him a great view right down it. He quickly looks away, but it’s already burned into his mind.

You adjust positions slightly, pulling your legs up under you to kneel at his side, then lean back down to resume kissing him. He keeps one hand on the back of your neck, but the other wanders; it eventually comes to a stop right under your breast.

You tilt your head, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “You can touch, Spencer,” you murmur.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He immediately starts feeling you up through your shirt, then thinks better of it and moves his hand underneath the fabric. He’s so caught up in exploring what may possibly be the best pair of tits he’s ever had the privilege of touching that he doesn’t notice your hand descending his body until it’s at the waistband of his underwear.

Your eyes flick up to his, asking for permission; the way your pupils are dilated makes his heart skip a beat. There’s no denying he’d love your hand on his cock, but he still says, “Wait.”

You slide your hand away and to his waist. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing’s wrong,” he says breathlessly. “I’m enjoying this. But I realize there’s a sort of… societal expectation for women to…”

“Put out?” you offer.

He wrinkles his nose. “I hate that phrase. But yes.” He pushes a strand of hair out of your face. “I just want to tell you that it’s okay if you don’t want to, you know… go all the way right now.”  

“Oh, I want to,” you answer right away. Your nails dig into his side a little. “You have no idea how much I’ve been fantasizing about you lately.”

Spencer inhales sharply. “Christ, (Y/N).”

“But likewise,” you continue, as if you didn’t just cause his brain to explode with one sentence. “If you don’t want to do this right now, we can wait.”

He doesn’t answer with words; instead, he pulls you back down into a passionate kiss.

“I’ll take that as a yes to me touching your cock,” you murmur against his lips.

“God, yes,” he corrects.

He had taken off his pants to sleep last night, so you have easy access to his dick. You push his briefs down his hips and take him in your hand. He can’t stop the groan that leaves his mouth. You take a moment to glance down and run your hand every which way across it, getting familiar with it.

“Your cock looks even better than I imagined,” you mutter as you begin to jerk him off.

Spencer throws his head back against the pillows. “Well, I definitely feel a lot less guilty for jacking off to thoughts of you now.”

You smile. “You got yourself off thinking of me?”

“More often than I’d like to say,” he admits. “But from the sound of it, I wasn’t the only one.”

“No, not at all. What would you think about?”

It’s then that he notices you grinding down on the heel of your foot. He’s had a hand on your ass, and slides it forward now, replacing your heel with his hand. “I thought about doing this,” he says, rubbing his hand up and down over your clothed pussy. “More than this, too.”

“Tell me. No, wait,” you correct. “Show me.”

He doesn’t oblige right away; instead he latches his lips to the skin right above your collarbone and sucks hard enough to leave a mark. The corners of his mouth turn up when he feels you squirm against his hand. “I’d love to,” he finally says.

Deftly, his hand moves past the waistband of your panties, past fabric, skin and hair. “Lovely,” he murmurs when he feels the wetness gathering at your entrance. The pace you’re rubbing his cock at falters a bit when he slides a finger inside. A second finger quickly follows, then he matches your movements, thrusting his fingers into you when your hand moves down his cock; pulling them out when you stroke up. He relishes in the moan you let out when he crooks his fingers to hit that spot.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so good,” you breathe out.

With his free hand, he pulls down your panties so he can watch his fingers glide in and out of you. “Contrary to what my coworkers think, I have done this before,” he murmurs.

“Doesn’t surprise me at all.” You pause in your strokes to play with the head of his cock, prompting a moan of his own. “You’re so pretty. I’m surprised more people don’t throw themselves at you.”

He shrugs. “It’s the social ineptitude, I believe.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re—oh shit,” you gasp. He’s just adjusted so the heel of his hand is grinding against your clit on each thrust of his fingers into you.

This goes on for a few more minutes, the room filled with the sound of heavy breathing, gasps, and moans. Suddenly, you stop stroking his cock. He pulls back from kissing you and looks at you questioningly.

“I want you,” you whisper.

Spencer frowns a little. “You have me? My fingers are literally inside of you.”

“I meant I want your cock,” you laugh. “I’d really like to fuck you.”

He didn’t think it was possible for his dick to get any harder, and yet…. “I’d really like that, too.”

He removes his fingers from you rather reluctantly. You cup his face in your hands, giving him a passionate kiss before moving away from him, and he wonders briefly what to do with himself as you root around in the bedside table, but the answer quickly occurs to him. When you turn back to him with a condom in hand, he’s popped his fingers into his mouth and is sucking on them.

“Oh, Jesus,” you murmur. He just smiles around his fingers, holding out his other hand for the condom. But he does, unfortunately, need two hands to open it. After taking his underwear off all the way, he uses his wet fingers to stroke his cock a few times, then rolls the condom on.

He’s about to ask what position you’d prefer, but you answer it for him, moving to straddle his hips after tossing your panties aside. You pull his shirt off of him, then take off your own. He immediately fixates on your breasts again, placing his hands on your waist and tugging your closer so he can take one into his mouth.

“You really like my boobs, huh?” you ask.

He hums an agreement against your skin. “I mean, I really like all of you. But I’m particularly fond of these.”

He keeps at it until you let out a little whine, rolling your hips against his erection. “Spencer, please.”

“Alright, alright,” he relents. He places one kiss on each breast, then leans back.

You smile in excitement, wiggling your hips a little. You take his cock in your hand and run the tip through your folds. “You ready?”

He nods. “I’m ready.”

You line him up, then sink down onto him. He’s done a good job getting you ready; his cock slides in easily. You both let out sighs of relief and pleasure when he’s fully inside you. You lean forward slightly, gripping the headboard. “God, you feel so good,” you say breathlessly.

All he can do is make an affirmative noise, overcome with the pleasure of being inside of you. You feel perfect. “Y—yeah, you… you too,” he manages to get out.

It makes you laugh. “And they say romance is dead.”

After some deliberation, he settles on putting his hands on your hips. “Who says that?”

“It’s just a figure of speech.” You press a few soft kisses on his lips, then begin to move. You take it slow at first, lifting yourself up, then dropping back down. It takes him a moment to get accustomed to it, but when he does, he adjusts his legs so he can lift his hips up to meet yours on each stroke.

“I realize I didn’t express my thoughts very well,” he says, pulling your chest down against his so he can whisper into your ear. “So just to be clear, your pussy feels fucking amazing.”

“Fuck,” you gasp. You press your forehead against his and he follows your gaze to between your legs. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of you makes him groan.

“Yeah,” you agree. “It’s a good view.”

Some of your hair has fallen into his face; his pushes it to the side so he can see better. It’s an intoxicating sight, even more so when he starts fucking up into you faster.

You brace yourself with a hand on his chest. “Your cock… it feels like it was made just for me,” you pant.

“Mmhmm,” he agrees. “It’s… oh, I’m close.”

The side of your mouth turns up. “Already?” you tease.

“It’s the first time I’ve fucked you,” he protests. “I’ve been thinking about this for months. Of course I’m not going to last as long as usual.”

He may be feeling his orgasm approach, but Spencer hasn’t forgotten about you. He slides a hand down to where your bodies are joined, gathers some of the wetness there, and uses it to rub your clit.

“Oh, Spencer, yes,” you praise, and start bouncing on his dick faster.

In general, Spencer prefers for his partner to come before he does, but he doesn’t think he’s going to make it this time. Your skin is covered in a light sweat and your hair is messy, and it’s so… charming. Naked on top of him, he doesn’t think you’ve ever looked more beautiful.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.” The pet name slips out of his mouth on its own.

Your hand finds its way to his hair—you tug—and he’s gone. He thrusts up into you sloppily as he cums, moaning your name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

“Your ‘o’ face is so hot,” you say when he’s come down and is able to look into your eyes again.

“My what?”

“The ‘o face’ refers to the expression someone has when they orgasm,” you explain. “Yours is really hot.” Then your bottom lip drops out in a little pout, a clear contrast to your words. You grind down on him just a little and it clicks into place. His thumb had stopped moving on your clit when he came, and now you’re left without release.

He goes back to it rubbing your clit immediately, so suddenly that it startles you. “Spencer!” you yelp.

His free hand slides up the expanse of your back. “I’ve got you. Gonna make sure you cum, too.”

“Please,” you whimper. His dick is still inside you, and the little rocking movements you’re making cause a little overstimulation, but the condom helps and the way you clench around him every few seconds… he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to.

Your hand grasps his; you move his fingers around a little, showing him exactly how you like it. And when he gets it right--

“Oh, shit. That’s it, Spence. That’s it. Don’t stop.”

He kisses your neck as he does just what you say—he doesn’t stop.

Shortly you’re gasping out against the skin of his shoulder. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna--”

You throw your head back as you cum. The rhythmic contractions of your pussy around his cock makes it twitch inside of you. If he wasn’t still in his refractory period, that alone could make him hard.

“There you go,” he murmurs. “Told you I’d take care of you.”

You settle down completely against him, chest to chest, and he listens as you catch your breath. “Thank you. Not everyone… well, every man, will do that.”

“I’ll always finish you off,” he promises, and presses a kiss to your cheek.

You lay there together for five blissful minutes, running fingers across each other’s bodies and whispering sweet nothings. But then you push yourself up with a huff. Naturally, Spencer immediately protests. “Where are you going?”

“Gotta go pee,” you say with a shrug. “The chance of a UTI trumps cuddling with you right now. Sorry.”

“Well. Understandable,” he concedes. He watches his now-soft dick slide out of you as you get up; it’s rather captivating. He starts cleaning himself up as you walk off towards the bathroom, carefully rolling the condom off and tying it off.

“Spencer.”

He looks up. You’re standing in the bathroom doorway. “Yes?”

“You know how earlier I said I had been trying to get you into my bed for weeks?” you ask. “And I said that I didn’t mean it that way?”  

“I do.”

“Well, that was only half true.”

The side of his mouth turns up. “Clearly.”

Your little bashful smile makes his heart flutter. But then you say, “You should thank your psychiatrist the next time you see her. You know, for prescribing you a medication that made you fall asleep, and subsequently led to you getting laid.”

Heat rises to his cheeks. He clears his throat before speaking. “You know, I think I’ll keep that to myself.”

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[smoll-tangerine]

happy 1 year anniversary!!! i love reading your works :-)

may i request a work with jaehyun with a hidden relationships au and prompt #21?

thank you so much!

[a/n] hi, anon, thank you so much!! i’m so happy to hear that you enjoy reading my works. i tried to make this scenario as unique as possible fksjfskj hope you enjoy!! ♡♡

PAIRING. jaehyun x female!reader GENRES. romance, comedy if you squint your eyes, hidden relationship!au, summer vacation!au PROMPT. "my eyes! my virgin eyes!" WORDS. 924

It wouldn’t be an understatement to say that summer was every student’s favourite season.

Your winter semester ended with your last uni finals that passed by like a flash. They were like a blur and you honestly didn’t know how well you did, and truth to be told, now that summer vacation was starting, your grades were the last thing on your mind.

To celebrate the end of the semester, you and your group of friends decided to spend a long weekend over at Jungwoo’s family cottage in the woods.

While you were excited about the trip, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed that you couldn’t spend some time alone with your boyfriend, Jaehyun.

The guys — Taeil, Johnny, Taeyong, Yuta, Doyoung, Jungwoo, Mark, and Haechan — always considered you as ‘one of the guys’. It was mostly for that reason you and Jaehyun kept your relationship under the wraps until you two found a suitable timing to drop the bomb on your close friends.

But it proved harder than expected, so you two simply decided to hide your relationship until further notice. However, that also meant that you two had to be more careful with the PDA, which sucked because there was nothing more you enjoyed in the world than being affectionate with your boyfriend.

But despite considering you as ‘one of the guys’, they were considerate enough to let you have a whole room for yourself.

“It’s fine,” you reasoned when the 9 of them (or 8, really, since Jaehyun wanted to share a room with you) realized that they would be too crowded in the two other rooms. “I can share the room with one or two of you guys.”

That was how you ended up sharing a room with fortunately, Jaehyun, and Johnny. The latter’s presence brought a scowl to your boyfriend’s handsome face but you reassured him that it was better than not being able to share a room at all.

The boys decided to head to the nearby spring for a quick swim to cool off from the summer heat. Johnny was already done changing and left with the rest of the group, leaving you and Jaehyun alone.

“Finally,” Jaehyun grumbled before pulling you into a tight hug. “I thought he was never going to leave.”

“Good job, baby,” you cooed and patted both of his cheeks tenderly. If you couldn’t keep your hands off him — well, the feeling was pretty mutual on Jaehyun’s part.

Your boyfriend puckered his lips and pouted at you with a small, cute frown. “Give me a prize then, for doing such a good job.”

You rolled your eyes at how dramatic he was, but gave him what he wanted nonetheless. And besides, as if you would pass on the opportunity to kiss him.

Jaehyun proceeded to change his bathing suit. Meanwhile, you were laying on your tummy on your bed and scrolled through your social media feed as you waited for your boyfriend to finish changing.

“Hey, babe,” he called you out and you responded with a hum, but your eyes never left your phone screen. “Babe,” he whined.

“What is it, Jae?” you replied back, still distracted.

“Which swimming trunks should I wear?”

At his question, you finally raised your head to only let out a small, “Jesus Christ!” as Jaehyun stood proudly in front of you in all his naked glory and two of his swimming trunks in each hand. While you had seen him naked plenty of times before, a little warning would have been nice too.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before, babe,” Jaehyun reminded you cheekily.

As you were about to tell him that he should go with his marine blue swimming trunks, the door to your room abruptly opened, startling the two of you in the process.

“Hey, guys, what’s taking-”

Johnny’s eyes slightly widened at the sight in front of him, but he seemed even more perturbed by the fact that you were all nonchalant in front of a very naked Jaehyun. The taller male raised a brow at you skeptically and looked back-and-forth between you and your boyfriend.

“Uh…” he said before calling your name and asked, “Do you not see what’s in front of you?”

You blinked at him in confusion and you were so comfortable being alone with Jaehyun that you had forgotten that none of your friends knew that you two were dating.

“Oh...” you exclaimed slowly before hiding your eyes behind your hands. “My eyes! My virgin eyes!”

You also didn’t miss how Jaehyun slowly brought one of his trunks down to cover his junk. It was during these rare times where sometimes you had to wonder why was he not using that brain of his more? Shouldn’t he wear one of the swimming trunks while Johnny was distracted? Why did he care so much about your opinion when your relationship was about to be exposed?

“Riiight,” Johnny said with a small snort. “That sounded a bit too fake and sarcastic, but in the name of our friendship, I’ll just pretend that I believe it was your first time seeing Jaehyun naked.”

However, you didn’t miss the mischievous glint that glossed over Johnny’s eyes. You shared a glance with Jaehyun and you two mutually sighed. You didn’t like where this was going.

“I’m assuming you two don’t want to tell the others yet about your relationship,” your friend said with a kitten-like smile. “So, in exchange…”

Oh, you definitely didn’t like where this was going.

“Tell me all the juicy details.”

[mishervellous]

Ok prompt same as the bipolar stuff but with Iggy being protective big brother to Ian as well

anon! such a cute prompt 🥰 more protective!Iggy coming your way, hope you enjoy 💙 (kind of a continuation of this one)

(cw: meds' side effects)

“And then eggs, milk and cereal. I think that’s all.”

Iggy averts his gaze from the dark road ahead for a moment, eyeing Ian. “Can’t you write it down?”

“No need.” Ian says through a yawn, keeping up with his station-browsing on the old radio. “I have five siblings, remembering long shopping lists comes with the job.”

“And everyone got to have their pick? Aight, fancypants.”

“You can have your preferences and still be poor, you know.” Iggy feels Ian relax back in his seat, a John Denver song playing on the station he’s settled on.

The rain is pouring right now, cascading violently on the metal of the old van. Iggy turns on the windshield wipers, humming. “News to me.”

When Ian asked him to come with to the supermarket, Iggy was surprised. He was already planning on how to ask him to come without making it obvious that Mickey had been the one instructing him to bring Ian along earlier that morning. His brother knew he would be out of town for a while, and though he trusted Ian to stay at the house when either one of his siblings or Svetlana were there with him, it was harder for Mickey to leave Ian alone alone. And since the house was gonna be empty, and they were in dire need of a grocery run, Mickey had asked Iggy to take Ian with him.

Then when Ian had spontaneously asked if he could come along, Iggy had played it cool, nonchalantly shrugging while putting his coat on. He didn’t tell Ian he was gonna tag along whether he liked it or not.

Ian has been doing better lately. He’d spent the last days of his moping spell out of Mickey’s room, mostly staying on the couch watching cartoons with Yevgeny or action movies with Mickey. Iggy didn’t understand how that could be classified as progress, just moving his sadness from the bed to the living room, but Mickey had assured him that it was a good sign, no matter how small. Whatever.

Soon enough the good days started outnumbering the bad ones, and once Gallagher was (mostly) back on his feet Iggy had to admit he wasn’t that much of a pain in the ass to have around. The guy has the same fucked up sense of humor as them, and though they never really crossed paths before he’s been around the Milkovich house enough to know the ins, and outs of their family—so he’s cool in Iggy’s book.

Iggy would never admit it out loud to anyone, but he slowly started thinking of Ian as something as close as a younger sibling an outsider could be. So it came more, and more natural as the time passed for him to help Ian around, in his own way.

“I’m forgetting something.” Ian interrupts Iggy’s train of thought, shifting in his seat. “What did Mickey ask for?”

“Told you to write that shit down.” They stop at a red light, the rain enveloping the van. He turns to look at him. “Fuck if I know. Lube?”

Ian snorts, looking up from his shitty phone, and scratching his cheek. “I think we’re good for a couple of months on that.”

“Dude.” Iggy wrinkles his nose, putting on the right blinker with a shake of his head. “Jesus Christ.”

“What?” As they approach the Target’s parking lot, Ian unbuckles his seat belt. “You started it.”

With Ian came a lot of changes too—some of them more welcomed than others. Like sitting at the kitchen table to eat together because that’s what families do, or a list of chores stuck to the fridge with a cheesy magnet, complete with rotating weekly shifts and shit. Or the fancy reusable shopping bags that are currently folded under Iggy’s arm, waiting to be filled. He remembers his father using one of those over one of his ex-dealer’s heads, and now Iggy’s using it to bring mac and cheese from point A to point B like he’s some kind of hipster.

Ian is taking his sweet time in each aisle, standing there like a statue, and scanning each shelf with interest. Iggy follows him around, happy to just twirl the car keys around his finger, and leave all the donkey work to him.

However, after five minutes of Ian holding two different brands of fake Oreos in his hands—weighing all the pros, and cons of buying one or the other—and Iggy just staring at them over Ian’s shoulder, he’s positively bored out of his mind. If it was up to him they would have filled one of their fancy shopping bags with random shit, and booked it out of there in less than two minutes.

The only name-brand item in their cart is a family value pack of Snickers (What? They’re Mick’s favorite).

“Who’s paying for this shit again?” Iggy grumbles, using the van’s key to scratch his temple.

Ian turns to look at him, rolling his eyes. “Me.” He gets back to his intense Oreo staredown. “I mean, technically Mickey.”

Iggy catches the way Ian’s hands have started trembling faster. Apparently, the side effects of the crazy pills Ian takes are annoying as fuck, and according to Mickey there’s lots of them. The one that gets to Ian the most is the shaking, Iggy thinks, because when it starts it doesn’t stop for a while. He has these shaking fits where he can’t keep his hands still for shit, and it looks frustrating as hell.

As much as he wants to reach out, and take the boxes from him, Iggy has also learned that Ian is a stubborn motherfucker when it comes to accepting people’s help—claiming that he doesn’t need it even when he clearly fucking does. So Iggy just looks at his frowning profile for a second, then back at the two boxes he’s intently clutching—like if he concentrates hard enough on them he can will his hands to stop shaking—before backing away.

Ian’s got this. Iggy knows it.

“Aight Shakeinator, I’m in the booze aisle when you’re done staring at cookies.” He pats Ian on the shoulder, his version of a nonchalant encouragement, making his way towards the alcohol in the next aisle.

Iggy’s in the midst of choosing which brand of vodka has the easiest bottle to hide under his hoodie (because they might be currently playing Full House but there’s no way in hell he’s paying twenty bucks for any of this) when he hears the sound of something dropping coming from the aisle Ian’s in.

After a couple of seconds of silence, Iggy decides to let it be—if Ian’s in that dire of a situation he’ll call him. But then an angry voice from the same aisle booms through the store, catching Iggy’s attention.

“Are you done dropping things, you weirdo? There’s people that wanna shop here too.”

Iggy frowns. Leaving the vodka back on the shelf he rounds the corner towards the snacks section, leaning his head just forward enough to look down the corridor. The scene that greets him makes his blood boil instantly.

A middle aged man is towering over Ian despite the latter being taller than him. The guy has his hands on his hips, his shopping cart parked a few feet away, long forgotten. From his position Iggy watches as Ian’s head hangs low, two boxes of off-brand fruity cereals laying by his boots. Iggy can clearly see Ian’s hands shaking even while they’re stuffed deep into the large front pocket of his gray hoodie, hidden from the judgmental eyes of the guy in front of him. He’s clearly struggling, and instead of helping this asshole is just screaming at him.

Iggy sees the irony in that, in how he’s the one two seconds away from tackling the motherfucker to the ground now.

The older man scoffs, shaking his head. Mumbles, “Fucking junkie.”

Iggy just goes for it then. Ian can nag him all he wants about it later, but hell if he’s going to just stay back, and do nothing to put this piece of shit in his place. With a few quick strides he’s behind him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, and smashing him against the stocked shelves. Some boxes fall to the ground but Iggy doesn’t care; he gets in the fucker’s alarmed face, his hand holding onto a handful of his pullover.

“The fuck did you just say to him, asshole?”

The man frantically gulps a couple of times, scanning his eyes around the place for help, and looking more frightened by the second. Fucking bitch. “I—I didn’t mean—.”

“Iggy, leave him alone.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you meant, dickhead.” Ignoring Ian’s protests, he pushes said dickhead against the shelves harder, making him squirm. “This how it’s gonna go—you either walk out of this fucking shop in the next five seconds or I’m gonna make sure you never walk nowhere else on your own two legs for the rest of your fucking life, yeah?”

The fucker quickly nods, and when Iggy takes a step back, effectively letting him go, he books it out of there as quickly as humanly possible, leaving his half full shopping cart behind. Iggy follows him with his eyes as he runs out of the store, and into the pouring rain, before cracking his knuckles. That’ll teach him.

When he turns towards Ian, the redhead has his arms crossed, and an annoyed expression on. “Why did you do that?”

“The fuck do you mean why? That bitch is lucky I didn’t feel like breaking his nose tonight.” Iggy scratches the side of his own nose, giving the place a once-over before looking back at Ian. “You done?” But now Ian has a weird smile on—one that looks almost fond. It makes Iggy scoff. “Whatchu smiling at, giggles?”

Shrugging, Ian bends down to pick up the cereal boxes, throwing both into their cart. His shaking is seemingly under control again. “Nothing.” Again with that same smile on he adds, “You sound like your brother is all.”

Iggy pretends to look disgusted then, shaking his head. “Calm your tits, Red. I don’t bat for your team.”

“Fuck off with that, Iggy.” But Ian’s laughing, and there’s no real heat behind his words. Iggy has to fight a dumb fond smile of his own as they go about finishing their shopping.

***

The front door opens around eight later that night, and Iggy watches as Mickey makes his way into the kitchen, a blue duffel bag in hand that he unceremoniously throws near the counter.

“‘Sup losers.” Mickey rounds the table, leaning over Ian’ shoulder—Ian who’s currently intent on browsing their old laptop. In a gesture that looks almost rehearsed, his brother juts his cheek in Ian’s direction, and the latter places two loud pecks on there without ever looking away from the screen. When Iggy pretends to gag at the sight, Mickey just flips him off. “Watchu doing, freckles?”

Ian shrugs, lazily clicking away at the keyboard. “Shopping.”

His brother hums, leaving Ian’s side, and going for the fridge’s door while loosening his tie. “How was the grocery shopping?” Beer in hand, he walks back towards the table, stopping right behind Ian’s chair.

Iggy leans back on his own chair, watching Ian close the laptop, and stretch his arms up, yawning. “Same as usual.” He rests the back of his head on Mickey’s stomach, closing his eyes.

“C’mon Red, tell him what happened.”

Mickey frowns, looking down at Ian. Ian just sighs, keeping his eyes closed. “Nothing happened.”

When his brother clearly doesn’t buy that, he looks over at Iggy—who in turn smirks. “You know his shaking, right? Guy at the store called him a junkie ‘cause he dropped some boxes.”

Ian sighs again, opening his eyes, and staring daggers at Iggy. “It’s not a big—,”

“Forreal? Did you whoop his fucking ass?” Mickey says, clutching the neck of his beer harder.

“Made him run away like a pussy.”

Iggy and Mickey fist bump while Ian sighs again. “I can fend for myself. I didn’t need your help.”

“Motherfucker needed to be taught a lesson though.”

Mickey points the tip of his bottle towards Iggy in agreement, causing Ian to roll his eyes.

And Ian can get mad at Iggy all he wants for standing up for him. He’d have done the same for Mandy, or for Mickey.

As Ian leaves the room, clearly annoyed by their antics, and Mickey pats Iggy’ shoulder in a silent thank you for having his back, Iggy knows he would do anything—whether it be punishable by law or not—to keep his family happy, and safe.

[vendettaparker]

What a Dumbass [P.P]

Summary: Peter’s mistake leads to you being injured. 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Swearing, like a substantial amount, suggestive content kinda, gun shot wound, and flustered!Peter 

a/n: I really liked writing this. I couldn’t stop laughing at some of the dialogue. and the mistake peter made to cause the whole set-up of the story is so funny to me. like i can legit see him making this mistake. also, i’m gonna make a permanent tag list, so please send me an ask or message me if you want to be on it! <3

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     Peter Benjamin Parker is a fucking dumbass. All the time mostly. Most of the time his dumbassery leads to a lot of annoyed avengers, a lot of clean up, and a lot of spilled secrets. Hence why like three people who definitely shouldn’t know he is Spider-man do. But every once in while his idiocy can lead to an unexpected happily ever after, at least until he fucks something up again. 

     This particular fuck up has yet to be determined as a happy accident or your new 13th reason. It all started when that spider bitch decided it’d be a good idea to watch some explicit content on his laptop. Now, this wasn’t particularly an unknown activity for him to partake in, since we all know about his little impromptu purchase in Germany, but unbeknownst to this dork, his aunt was in the next room over working on a tear in his suit. And to make matters worse, he accidentally just so happened to purchase a subscription using said aunt’s credit card that was pre-setup in his laptop. 

     Now May is a very understanding woman. Very sex-positive, very loving, and inclusive; the whole shebang really. So when she happened to catch this idiot doing what he most certainly shouldn’t have been doing, she wasn’t mad, just thoroughly disturbed. Then she got the notification about the purchase. That was a bit more taboo in her eyes. So Peter was grounded from patrolling for a week and his laptop privileges were revoked for two weeks. That was fucking merciful compared to what this whole fuck up put you through. 

     At the school that following Monday, Peter spent the whole first, second, fourth, and lunch period trying to convince you to take over patrol for a week. Sure, you could definitely handle it, not to pat yourself on the back or anything, but you were significantly stronger than Peter, so it shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. But you just really didn’t want to. Peter had his ‘Peter Tingle’ to help him find danger, while you’d actually have to look. It just seemed harder for you to do than it would be for him. 

     “Why are you even grounded?” You sighed after Peter's 3rd time bringing up the possibility of you patrolling for him at lunch. 

     “He got caught watching and buying p—” Ned started laughing.

     “Ned! Shut up!” Peter yelled, slapping his hand over his friend's mouth. 

     “How has your identity not been leaked yet, Jesus Christ.” You mumbled, giggling. You flipped through your chemistry textbook, writing notes to prepare for Friday’s quiz. 

     “Yeah, and how come you didn’t know May was home?” Ned pushed Peter’s hand away. “Where was your ‘Peter Tingle’ then?” 

     “She’s not a threat, dude. But shit, I really wish my tingle detected her.” Peter groaned, a deep blush covering his features. “Please (Y/N). I really, really don’t wanna leave Queens without any protection for a week. I’ll try to convince May to let me go out on the weekend, so really it’s only five days.” 

     “I guess I could help you out, but you owe me. I should really spend this time studying for my chemistry test. Iron bitch is gonna have my head on a spike if I fail another chem test.” You said, highlighting more notes. 

     “Okay! Delmar’s for a week, anytime, anywhere.” Peter said putting his hand out for you to shake. 

     “Make it a month, I know my worth.” 

     Peter hesitated, but eventually gave in, “Fine, but you better do a good job.” 

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     So now you were stuck patrolling from 8:30 to 11:00 every night. It wasn't bad per se, and nothing too eventful happened. You stopped a small convenience store robbery, gave a few kids some tips at the skatepark, ran some errands for an old lady, and saved a cat from a tree. Thursday night was the real kicker though. Your night had barely started and you accidentally got in the middle of a drug deal between some smaller mob and a real messed-up junkie. This should’ve been an easy takedown, only six people in total that needed to be taken out, but like was mentioned before, you don’t have Peter’s goddamn, stupid fucking tingle. So after taking all six of the perps out you started to walk away after alerting the police. Unfortunately, one of those assclowns had come to, and grabbed the gun a few feet away from him and shot it towards you. The bullet went through your thigh and out the other side. Screaming in shock and pain, you used your own throwing knives and knocked the gun out of the mobster’s hand, then you proceeded to knock him out again with a few good punches to his noggin, maybe a few more, just for good measure. But this wound would need to be cleaned and stitched up. And if you went back to the Tower, Steve and Tony would give you an earful about “watching your surroundings” and “being more careful”. So in a moment of pure adrenaline and desperation, you texted Peter. 

You: are you home

Spider-Dork: Yeah, why?

You: i’ll be there in 5 

Spider-Dork: What? Why? Is everything ok?

Spider-Dork: Hello??? (Y/N)????

(Y/N) declined (3) calls 

Spider-Dork: Answer my calls idiot. 

     Peter’s texting and constant calling was cut short from a crash in his room. 

     “(Y/N)? Is that you?” Peter called from the couch in the living room. 

     “Yeah, can I borrow a t-shirt?” You called, fumbling around accidentally knocking over another lamp. “Oops, sorry!”

     “Uh, yeah sure. In the closet!” Peter called back pausing his show, prepared to make his way over to you. 

     “And some sweats?” You called back, blood dripping all over Peter’s hardwood floor. 

     Peter got up to make his way to his room. “Yeah, second drawer on the left side.” He said as he made his way to his bedroom. Knowing you were in there, most likely changing, he knocked. “You decent?” 

     “Nope, not really. I need a pair of your boxers too, though.” You called through the door, now seeing that the blood splattered on your underwear as well. “Also, bring the first aid kit when you come in.” 

     ‘What? Why?” Peter said in a more stressed tone, pushing his way into the room, completely ignoring the fact that you were very much not decent. “Holy shit.” He said seeing you out of your suit, in your bra and underwear, blood dripping down your right leg, pooling onto the floor. Your hand, red and bloody, pressed onto what he only assumed was the wound and blood seeping through your fingers. 

     “Bring a mop too.” 

     Peter ran out of the room to grab the first aid kit, plus some extra bandages and a cleaning solution. When he came back in he found you in the same state, standing in the middle of the room, eyebrows furrowed in pain, clutching your right thigh. 

     “What the hell happened?” He gasped, motioning for you to sit on his bed. You hesitated, not wanting to mess up his sheets. He seemed to notice your thought process quickly adding, “I have to wash my sheets anyway.” 

     “Gross.” You mumbled, scrunching up your face in disgust and finally settling down on his bed. 

     “Move your hand and tell me what happened,” Peter said kneeling on the floor next to the bed, positioned right at your hips. You removed your hand, bloody instantly seeping onto the bed. Peter winced looking at the hole in your leg, quickly grabbing the peroxide and dumping heaps of it onto your leg, much to your distaste. 

     “I got shot.” You stated as he cleaned the blood around the hole with alcohol pads.

     “Well, no shit. I mean by who and how?” 

     “Mobster. Sneaky bitch got me while I was walking away.” You winced as Peter inspected the wound further. 

     “I need to stitch this up. Did it go all the way through?” He said lifting your leg to look underneath for an exit wound. 

     “Yeah.” Peter found the exit wound and held your leg up with one hand, pouring peroxide on the back of your thigh with the other. 

     “You have to be more careful, (Y/N)! This looks really nasty.” Peter scolded, setting your leg back down and prepping the needle and sutures. “What if this was in your chest? Or—or if you didn’t get here in time? You could’ve bled out!” 

     “Well sorry that I don’t have your stupid tingle to help me out when I’m being fucking shot at!” You yelped, gripping the bedsheets. 

     “You don’t need spidey sense, you need fucking common sense,” Peter mumbled, stitching his first suture.

     “What the fuck did you just say?” You looked at him incredulously. 

     “I— uh, nothing.” Peter huffed, focusing back on stitching you up.

     “This is your all your fault, to begin with!” You accused, shifting uncomfortably, due to the needle constantly being stuck into your leg. “You’re the one that begged me to go on patrol for you! You’re the dumb bitch that got caught watc—” 

     “Ok! Shut up! For God’s sake, you’re never gonna let me live that down.” Peter groaned, finishing up the last stitch. “Flip over.” He commanded, pushing at the side of your waist to help with the movement. 

     “Well, it was fucking dumb. Don’t you check to make sure nobody’s home? God, we all know you’re a vocal bitch too.” You said, fully situated on your stomach. 

     “What the fuck is that suppose to mean!?” He gasped, prepping another needle. 

     “You’re a sensitive boy.” You shrugged, wincing when Peter started his next stitch. 

     “I-I am not sensitive! I’m emotionally and physically staunch!” He defended, going in for another stitch. 

     You just raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Sure, whatever you say, babe.” You winked at him, blowing an exaggerated kiss. 

     “You're a jerk,” Peter mumbled, finishing up his stitching job. “A jerk with a fucked up leg.” 

     You hummed, quite amused. Peter got up and started to collect his medical supplies. He shuffled out of the room to put everything away. When he returned you were trying to get up and walk, wincing at every slight movement. 

     “Here, let me just—” Peter lifted you up, bridal style. A small yelp coming from you when a sharp pain shot through your leg. “Sorry.”

     “It’s fine. Can you help me get dressed?” You said as he walked you over to his desk and set you down in his desk chair. 

     “Sure.” Peter blushed, painfully aware of your lack of clothes. He picked out some clothes from his closet and drawers. He helped you into them, wallowing in the uncomfortable silence, taking in each whimper and wince from you whenever he brushed against your thigh. 

     “Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He sighed after you were all dressed. “This is my fault.” 

     You looked at his distraught face, feeling bad for initially blaming him for the events of tonight. “No, Pete. It’s fine. I should’ve made sure all of the guys were knocked out.” You put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.

     “No, I should’ve been more careful when I was watching that stuff. I have my spidey sense, I would’ve been able to avoid getting shot. It’s not your fault that you didn’t get bit by a radioactive spider.”

     “Pete, really, I’ll be better by next week anyway. It’s fine.” 

     Peter shook his head, sighing. “I just feel so bad, I shouldn’t have forced patrolling on you.” You hugged him and rubbed his back soothingly. “It’s my fault you got hurt.” 

     “Peter stop. It’s just an unfortunate accident.” You mumbled, hugging him closer. “It could’ve happened to anyone.”

     “But it didn’t happen to just anyone (Y/N), it happened to you. And I caused it. I-I don't know what I’d do if something ever happened to you. What if it was worse?”

     You sighed, pulling away from Peter and cupping his face, seeing the regret and shame pooling in his eyes. Without much thought, you pulled him closer, slowly connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. Truly getting lost in the feeling of his lips against yours, the feeling of perfection. 

     Peter’s eyes widened in shock for a moment, before he was kissing you back, reveling in the feeling he’s been dreaming about for months. You finally pulled away to catch your breath. Peter flushed at your actions, unable to stop the wide smile crossing his features. 

     “Sorry,” You mumbled sheepishly, “just needed to shut you up for a second.”

     “Maybe I should talk more, just to see what happens,” Peter smirked, pulling you in for another shorter, but just as sweet, kiss. 

     You hummed against his lips. “I really like you. Even when you're a dumbass.” You sighed against his lips.

     “The feeling is mutual.” 

     “Rude. I’m not a dumbass.” You gasped in faux offense. 

     “You’re the one with a bullet wound.” he deadpanned 

     “You’re the one who got caught watchin—”

     “(Y/N)!”

[dreamwritesimagines]

Burn The Witch 12 - Bad Surprise [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Sometimes plans have to change.

Series Masterlist

Every job required something from people, and your job was no different.

Being a spy was not a conventional profession, everyone knew that. You were expected to be on the move all the time, be a good liar, be a good fighter, be whatever the job told you to.

And most important of all; never show fear, which you were usually fine with. You had learned long ago how to keep your calm in times of crisis. You had even managed to keep your calm facade when your last mission required you to play Russian Roulette with a target in order to keep your cover.

But this? This was something else.

Bucky cleared his throat to stifle a laugh as he looked down at you.

“Is it just me or are you using me as a human shield against a peacock right now?”

Your eyes snapped up at his for a moment before you turned your gaze to the peacock again, taking a subtle step to Bucky’s right to keep him between you and the animal.

Coming to the zoo was his idea, and you thought it could be a fun experience. You had never been to a zoo before, and it would count as one of the old times dates, so you were almost giggly by the time you got there.

Right until now.

“I think peacocks don’t have souls.”

“Alright.” Bucky sipped his coffee while you tried to ignore the fear bubbling at the pit of your stomach, eyeing the peacock that walked around the area behind the fences.

“I’m serious,” you insisted “What if it attacks me?”

“It’s not going to attack you Y/N.”

“It could,” you said, “It looks like it wants to attack me.”

The peacock fanned out its feathers all of a sudden and let out a squawk, making you jump out of your skin.

“Fuck!” the curse left your lips and Bucky’s eyebrows rose, an amused grin pulling at his lips.

“Sorry!” you said quickly, “Sorry, I…I don’t trust peacocks.”

“You got mugged in a dark alley and got shot, and a bird is where you draw the line?”

Correction, you were once held at gunpoint by the Italian mafia and peacocks were still where you drew the line.

“That’s not a bird.”

“….Peacocks are birds.”

“No, that’s the devil looking like a bird,” you said, “In-in bird shape. Bird shaped demon.”

“Okay, how about we see some other less threatening animal?”

“Let me check—oh my God Bucky they have sharks, I love sharks!” you said, waving the brochure in his face and he pulled his brows together.

“Sharks fall under the less threatening animal category?”

“Of course they do!” you said, looking at the brochure before looking around, “I think the aquarium is over there, let’s go.”

You grabbed his hand to entwine your fingers with his as you both started walking towards the huge blue structure.

“So I feel like I shouldn’t ask because I know you can’t exactly tell me the details,” you said, “But you’re not going on another mission soon, are you? This week?”

“I don’t think so,” he said, “Why?”

“I’m kind of planning something.”

He tilted his head, “What are you planning?”

“Not a club, relax.” you said, “Although I find it quite ironic that you’re this unstoppable brave superhero with super strength who gets intimidated by dancing.”

“I’m not intimidated…” he grumbled under his breath, making you giggle.

“Whatever you say,” you sang, and reached the entrance of the huge building and you pulled your hand out of his.

“Excuse me sir, is the aquarium still open?” you asked the security guard by the door and a small smirk appeared on his lips.

“Yes but it is closing in ten minutes sweetheart.”

Sweetheart?

Jesus Christ….

You smiled politely at him, batting your lashes.

“Oh—“ you took a look at the sign, “I just want to see the killer shark and we’ll be out. In five minutes. Please?”

He eyed you up and down but seemed to snap out of it when Bucky cleared his throat behind you as if warning him, making the guy gawk between you two.

Even you had to admit you seemed like a quite unusual couple. You were wearing a short white sundress with ruffled sleeves and sweetheart neckline with your hair loose while Bucky looked as if he was there to kill someone, a complete opposite of you with his dark jeans and black leather jacket as well as leather gloves.

You didn’t even have to turn your head to know that he was glaring at the guard before the guy shifted his weight, then stepped aside.

“Enjoy.”

“Thank you!” you said, grabbing Bucky’s hand as you led him inside. He followed you without any objections whatsoever, in complete silence as the sight of blue filled your vision along with many fish swimming behind the glass.

“You don’t even see it, do you?” he asked softly and you pulled your brows together.

“Hm?”

“Does anyone ever say no to you?”

You approached the label by the glass, “You do.”

“Do I?”

“All the time,” you nodded, still reading the label but your head shot up when you felt him tug you by the hand. A giggle escaped from your lips as he turned you around so that you could look up at him, then wrapped his arm around you to scoop you up, making you squeal.

“Bucky!”

“All the time?”

“Put me down!” you said, your laughter echoing in the empty aquarium halls and he tilted his head.

“Not until you explain yourself,” he teased you, “All the time?”

“Sometimes, sometimes!” you said quickly, “Very rare times I might add!”

“Mm hm, I thought so.”

“If you drop me, I swear to God—“ you started but was cut off when he pulled you into a kiss, making you wrap your arms around his neck. He took a step with you still in his embrace and you gasped as you felt your back hit the thick glass, but every single protest you could think of seemed to disappear from your mind as you lost yourself in the kiss. You raked your fingernails over the nape of his neck, making his grip around you tighter-

Then someone coughed.

Bucky pulled back instantly and you turned your head to see another rather annoyed technician leaning on her hip, watching you with her brows raised.

“Aquarium is about to close,” she said, pointing at you, “Take it elsewhere.”

Bucky put you down and you tried to fix the skirt of your dress, trying to look presentable.

“Sorry!” you said as Bucky mumbled an apology beside you as well, and the technician shook her head and walked away, talking about how she wasn’t getting paid enough for this. You covered your face and let out a whine but Bucky chuckled, causing you to lower your hands to stare up at him.

“Why is this entertaining for you?” you exclaimed and he held your wrist, gently steering you to the exit.

“Come on.”

“We can never come here again, ever.” you insisted as you followed him outside. It didn’t escape your notice that he bumped his shoulder into the security guard’s quite hard, almost knocking him over on your way out and your jaw dropped.

“That was mean!”

“Nah, he had it coming. Are you hungry?”

“But you could get in trouble. Besides, he was a nice guy—“

“Uh huh, a nice guy who was ogling you.”

You pulled your brows together, pretending to be confused, “Oh I’m sure you misunderstood.”

He tilted his head and pulled you closer to wrap his arm around your waist, then brushed his lips against yours, making you sigh.

“Bucky, it was mean and you can’t just kiss me to distract me—”

“I can try,” he murmured to your lips before kissing you again and you looked up at him when he pulled back with a grin.

“Fine,” you admitted, still pouting. “I’m hungry. Starving actually, let’s eat something.”

                                                    ***

You were finding it harder and harder to convince yourself it was time to go home after every date with Bucky.

Scratch that, you were finding it harder and harder not to invite him upstairs.

But of course, you would have to report it back to the General and discuss the further strategies with him and for some reason, it felt more of a betrayal than this whole thing.

Surprisingly enough, it was something you wanted and not something you would will yourself to do because of the mission. There was no denying it, he was an attractive guy and you really liked spending time with him and you kept having dreams about him and whenever you were with him you had this lightness in your mind, as if you were a different person.

A better person, maybe.

You shook your head at your thoughts and left your apartment to knock on Keith’s door.

“It’s me, open up.”

You heard footsteps before he opened the door and a boyish smile pulled at his lips at the sight of milkshakes in your hand.

“Jesus, finally!”

“I made it at home, can’t promise it’s good,” you said as you walked past him into his apartment and stepped into the living room, “What are you watching?”

“James Bond,” he grinned at you, “Hey, have you ever tried milkshake with gin?”

“No?”

“Me neither, let’s try it.” He said, taking the big glasses from you to pour gin into them. You sat on the couch and took a look at the screen.

“How many times have you watched this again?”

“Like a hundred,” he handed you your glass and you took a sip.

“Not bad,” you commented, putting your feet up on the coffee table. He sat beside you, keeping his eyes on the screen.

“What did you do today?”

“Had a date.”

“With Barnes?”

“Yeah. At the zoo.”

“He took you to the zoo?” he asked and you nodded.

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“And peacocks are fucking scary,” you muttered, “And hey, we learned that Bucky is the jealous type.”

“The guy was dating people back at 40s, I could tell you that much myself.” He snorted, “Chloe says you went on a mission with Julian?”

You slipped a little on the couch, “He’s an asshole.”

“I know. Is he really that bad in bed?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Nah as much as I hate to admit, he’s pretty good. Unfortunately.”

“So top or bottom?”

“He goes either way to be honest, that comment was more about me.”

“About you?”

“Yeah, I like to be on top.”

“Suddenly everything about you makes sense,” he murmured and you took another sip of your milkshake.  

“Don’t try that with Barnes though, the guy is from 1940s. He’s probably used to missionary only, you don’t want to give him a heart attack,” he wiggled his brows, making you scoff.

“Shut up.”

“Chloe is right, maybe you should go full on vintage on that when the time comes.”

You turned to look at him.

“Speaking of Chloe,” you said, “Anything you would like to tell me?”

Keith’s grin faded slightly and he shifted his weight, “Like what?”

“Bringing her coffee, taking her out to the field…” you trailed off, “What gives, man? I thought we had a deal.”

“We never had a deal,” he defended himself, “You slammed me back during training years ago at the academy and told me not to even think about it when you saw me looking at her.”

“No,” you shook your head, “Five years ago, in Ireland. That undercover job, the one that almost got you killed? We made a deal.”

He swallowed thickly, looking down at the milkshake before taking a sip. “Y/N…”

“Keith, you can’t,” you insisted, “She deserves a normal life, a normal family and kids and a dog and stuff.”

“I know,” he ran a hand over his face, “I know.”

“Then?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re a spy,” you said, “You said it yourself, spies die like flies.”

“Not all of them,” he said, “General is still alive. He has a family.”

“Yeah, one in a hundred,” you said, “Face it. That’s a very low possibility for us.”

“You don’t think you’ll get to grow old and have a family and all that?”

You pulled your brows together.

“No,” you said, “Of course not. I’m probably going to die in one of these missions.”

“You don’t believe that.”

“Keith, I can’t have any of those,” you said, “I can’t. I…it’s impossible.”

“Don’t you want to?”

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” you muttered, “I made my choice ages ago.”

“Y/N,” he sat up straighter, “Do you want to?”

With a very bad timing, your imagination went overdrive and a strange scene flashed before your eyes. You laughing in Bucky’s arms, watching two kids playing in the garden-

You shook your head, trying to shake off the thoughts.

“I could never have that,” you stated simply, “You might love Chloe and you might also be lucky enough to have her love you but…it’s not the same with me.”

“I’d say Barnes loves you.”

A bitter smile pulled at your lips and you bit inside your cheek, taking another sip of your milkshake.

“He loves someone who doesn’t exist,” you managed to croak out, “He loves my cover. He could never love me.”

                                                           ***

Spending the night at Keith’s and drowning your sorrows in gin and milkshake meant that you would have a killer hangover the next day. Unlike Keith, you didn’t have the luxury to sleep until the noon, seeing that you had a cover job to keep so for the whole day until noon, you walked around like a zombie.

Coffee helped though. Just a little.

Thankfully it was a slow day at the shop. After serving a couple of people, you had nothing to do other than seriously considering sticking your head in the freezer to get rid of the hangover.

“Long night?” Tara asked as she walked past you to put the straws into the cup and you nodded, groaning.

“Remind me not to drink, ever.”

“I make that promise to myself every Monday, does not seem to work.”

You chuckled, “Have you ever tried to mix gin into milkshakes?”

“No?”

“Don’t,” you shook your head as you helped her to move an empty milkshake container into the kitchen. “It’s a terrible idea and I’m experiencing the consequences of that mistake right now.”

“That sounds like a fun night though.”

“Fun night, terrible morning,” you let out a laugh as you walked out of the kitchen but as soon as you did, your eyes caught the sight of the man in the shop. Your smile was wiped off your face as the familiar anger filled your system.

Jesus Christ, this day sucks.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you asked and Julian had the audacity to shoot you a grin.

“Whoa cute outfit,” he said, eyeing you up and down, “Holy shit I didn’t even know I was into this whole thing, I’m having an epiphany.”

You looked over your shoulder to see if Tara was still in the kitchen, then turned to Julian.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was craving milkshakes,” he stated, “Hey, would you recommend Lavender Macaron?”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

“I think I’m gonna go with Lavender Macaron, makes me think of France,” he said, “Fun times.”

“Fun for you maybe.”

He shot you a look, “Come on Y/N, we didn’t leave the honeymoon suite for two days. That was the greatest-“ he lowered his voice, “Mission I’ve ever had.”

“You’re putting this entire operation in—“ you started but stopped talking as soon as Tara walked out of the kitchen. Julian raised his brows for a moment before smiling at her and you went under the counter to grab his arm.

“Y/N, is everything okay?”

“Just peachy,” you said as you dragged him out of the shop, and he heaved a sigh, following you.

“No I’m serious…” he said with a chuckle as soon as you both stepped outside, then motioned at the uniform, “This is something else.”

“Why are you here?”

“I heard that it was good, I did not think it was this good.”

“I’m seriously two seconds away from punching you.”

“How come you never dressed up like this for me when we were dating?”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you insisted and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I was around.”

“And I’m supposed to believe that?”

“Believe whatever you want,” he said, “Your shop has good rating, although I’m beginning to believe it has less to do with milkshakes and more about the waitresses.”

“Julian I swear to God—“ you started but you were cut off when someone cleared his throat, making both you and Julian turn your heads. Your stomach dropped as soon as you saw Bucky watching you two with a frown and you withdrew your hand from Julian’s arm.

“Bucky,” you breathed out, “Um-hi.”

“Hi,” he said without taking his eyes off Julian, and you could almost see the wheels turning in his head.

He was trying to decide whether he was a threat to you.

“I didn’t…I didn’t know you were coming.”

“I figured I could drop by,” he said, crossing his arms, “What’s going on?”

Fuck.

Fuck, you had no idea how to turn this around. Thankfully neither of you had said anything about the mission, so it was more than likely that Bucky just knew you knew each other, but other than that, your cover wasn’t blown.

“Nothing! Nothing at all, he’s just—“ you stammered, trying to come up with an explanation, “He’s um—“  

“Oh come on Y/N, don’t be one of those secretive people,” Julian said, “You hate secrets. You’re Bucky, right? I heard about you.”

Bucky just raised his brows, his glare on him unwavering but even if it was quite chilling, Julian was a trained assassin just like you were, so he was used to it. Instead he curled his lips, looking between you before offering him his hand.

“I’m Julian,” he introduced himself, shooting you a grin as if you two shared an inside joke “The evil ex-boyfriend who’s gonna take her from you.”

Chapter 13

[ragingbookdragon]

I'm Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 2

Batfamily x Batsis Story!

Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: Explicit Language and Angst!

Author's Note: It's amazing how much one can write when they've got a story to tell, eh? Enjoy! -Thorne

Set Three Years After PT. 1:

Life for her revolved around work in the A.M. and community college in the P.M. If she wasn’t brewing cappuccinos and baking apple turnovers, she was writing research papers and taking physics exams. It was hectic and it was hard, much harder than anything she’d done, but it was her life, and she was going to make the best of it. The money she’d taken from her savings account had only lasted her long enough to get a decent one bedroom one bathroom apartment in a small complex and the rest went towards tuition. The coffee shop two blocks from her building had fortunately been looking for a new hire when she arrived, and she took the chance where it was, not going to look the gift horse in its mouth.

The life she lived now was a complete 180 from her old one. Back then, she didn’t have to work (though she did at a high-end department store in the mall—her father got her the job but at least she had one) and there wasn’t anything she couldn’t get with a swipe of a credit card. Now she was on a budget that consisted of five and ten tips and the last time she actually bought a new pair of shoes over a hundred dollars had been last year when she needed them for an interview, and even then, it cost her a limb.

Everything was so different, but she didn’t want to go back, preferring to be on her own and away from Gotham. From the newspapers and media, her family had convinced the world that she’d taken a few years to go overseas and spend time in Europe. A mental reprieve, they’d called it. Partially true if she was honest, but she wasn’t going to open her mouth about it lest they learned where she was. She didn’t go through all that trouble to be found within three years.

“Melisandre.”

Maybe I should move again?

“Melisandre?”

Moving would take a long time but it would be effective.

“Melisandre!”

Someone grabbed her arm over the counter, and she jerked with a start, eyes widening as she finally realized someone was standing in front of her.

“Barry?” she asked, and he smiled.

“Finally,” he snorted. “I’ve been calling your name for like ten minutes now.”

She felt a flush creep along her cheeks, and she smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I was thinking about something. Usual?” she murmured, marking a disposable coffee cup with a marker.

Barry nodded with understanding and handed her a credit card. “I hear you. How’s studying going for that physics exam?” His blue eyes darted to the science book she had sprawled over the counter.

“It’s going,” she muttered and turned, starting to mix together his latte. “I still can’t get the thermodynamic laws down. They’re a bit confusing.”

“Yeah, it’ll take a while. You know if you need my help, all you gotta do is ask, right?”

Shrugging, she glanced at him as she poured. “You’re a busy man, Barry. I can’t have you trying to help me while trying to solve cases too.”

Barry chuckled and accepted the freshly poured latte. “I’m an excellent multitasker, Melisandre. Besides, you don’t have to worry about it messing with my work.” She opened her mouth to retort but he cut her off. “Seriously, shoot me an email about whatever questions you’ve got, and I’ll take a look at ‘em, okay?”

Her eyes narrowed warily, and she inquired, “You’re sure it won’t interfere? I’d hate for you to get in trouble for working on non-work-related things.”

“I promise, Melisandre,” he smiled and accepted a bag of apple turnovers too. He couldn’t help but pull one out and bite into it, letting out a delighted noise. “God, what do you put in these things? They’re phenomenal.”

She giggled and winked as he handed her a twenty. “A baker never reveals her secret, but if you really want to know, I use a little vanilla extract.”

Barry shook his head with a chuckle and started making his way to the door. “See you later, Melisandre!”

Waving at him, she called, “Bye Barry! Take care!”

Just as he opened the door, he stopped and spun around, suddenly asking, “Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?”

Blinking, she glanced at the physics book then back to him. “Well, I was going to be studying for the exam…why?”

“My nephew is in town and I wanted to introduce him to you. I’ve already mentioned you a bunch of times and he wants to meet you.”

Her face pinched. “Barry Allen, what did you tell that poor boy?”

He stuck his tongue out at her. “That there’s a lonely college student who has no friends but has the greatest baking abilities in the world.”

“I cannot believe you told him I had no friends! Why!”

“You don’t.”

“Well, yeah! But still! You don’t just tell someone that! It makes me seem like there’s something wrong with me!”

Barry waved a hand. “Relax. Wally’s the least jerky person you’ll meet.” He smiled. “You’ll like him.”

She frowned. “I still don’t think this is a good idea, Barry.”

“Why not?”

“Well, he’s here to see you and your wife, not come meet the person who feeds your apple turnover addiction.”

The blonde’s cheeks turned a dark shade of crimson and he spluttered, “It is not an addiction!” he spun around and marched through the door. “I’ll send him over tomorrow! Bye!”

And he left before she could even say a word.

***

It had to be hieroglyphics. It was either that or some ancient cuneiform he’d recently taken up interest in, because there was no way whatever he’d written on the paper was English.

She cocked her head to the side, muttering, “Jesus Christ, Barry, did you write this on a caffeine bender? Your writing is like chicken scratch.” She tipped her head to the other side trying to decipher it when someone leaned over her shoulder.

“Which problem do you need help on?” they asked, and she pointed to the sheet.

“I have no idea what that says.” She turned and saw a red-haired stranger. “If you think you can, be my guest.”

He took it and read over it a moment, green eyes scanning over the page then he said, “Let’s see, he wrote first, ‘The third law of thermodynamics states that the entropy of a system at absolute zero is a well-defined constant. This is because a system at zero temperature exists in its ground state, so that its entropy is determined only by the degeneracy of the ground state.’”

Pausing, he scanned it again and added, “Then he marked a note beside it and wrote, ‘In simplistic terms, if an object reaches the absolute zero temp. of (0 K = -273.15C = -459.67°F), its atoms will stop moving. In other words, at absolute zero, the entropy of a perfectly crystalline substance is zero.’”

Glancing at her, he smiled. “Make sense now?”

She huffed and nodded, taking the sheet back. “Yeah, thanks. I don’t even know how you managed to get all that from his writing.”

He nodded. “Yeah, Barry’s handwriting is deplorable.”

Her eyes went wide, and she immediately questioned, “How did you?”

Sticking a hand out, he greeted, “Wally West. I’m Barry’s nephew.”

Shaking his hand, she couldn’t help but laugh. “I can’t believe he actually told you to come up here and meet me.” A smile came across her lips. “I’m Melisandre Hale.”

“That’s a pretty name, Melisandre.”

“Thank you,” she grinned and waved him to one of the bar-stools on the adjacent side of the counter. “Have a seat and I’ll get you something to eat and drink.” As she slid behind the counter, she inquired, “Anything specific?”

Wally stared at the bored, offhandedly mentioning, “Barry said something about apple turnovers that could make you cry with joy, so I’ve gotta have one of those.” His evergreen eyes met hers. “Maybe two if I’m being honest.”

She grunted, but a grin crossed her lips, nevertheless. “Barry exaggerates a lot, Wally. They’re good, but they’re not mind-blowingly good.”

“Then I guess that leaves me to be the judge,” he countered with a smirk. “What should I drink?”

She thought for a moment then offered, “Have any judgments about drinking before five o’clock?”

He let out a startled laugh and shook his head. “It’s five o’clock somewhere.”

With a grin, she turned and started working her magic and a moment later, she was sliding a plate with two iced apple turnovers over along with a clear steaming mug of dark coffee with cream on top. She leaned her hip on the counter and watched him pick up one of the apple turnovers and take a bite.

Immediately his eyes went wide, and he exclaimed, “Holy shit.” He gaped at her. “This is delicious, Melisandre!”

Despite herself, her cheeks warmed, and she gave him an easy smile. “Thanks, Wally.” She nodded to the crystal mug. “Try the Irish coffee.”

He did so and tossed his head back, letting out an exaggerated groan that had her laughing until her stomach hurt. Wally was on his second turnover and he looked at her.

“You’ve gotta open up a bakery or something, Melisandre. Your pastries are awesome.”

She huffed and took the plate from him as he finished the last bite. “Let me get through college first and then I’ll wonder how to rack up enough to open a shop.”

“What are you studying?”

Pausing, she tossed a quick glance at him. “There’s no specification right now. I’m just doing general studies to get all the basics out of the way.” She put the dish in the sink and started rinsing it. “I’m at the four-C right now.” His brows pulled together, and she added, “Central City Community College.”

He snapped his fingers. “Right! It’s been a while since I went to the four-C.”

Her eyes found his and she curiously asked, “Did you go there?”

“Yeah, a few years back.”

“You don’t look that much older than I am. How old are you, Wally?”

He sipped his coffee and set it down as he replied, “I turned twenty-eight a month ago.”

“Happy belated birthday,” she smiled, and he gave her one in return.

“Thanks. How about you?”

“I turned twenty-one a few months ago.”

“Hmm, happy belated birthday to you as well.” He grinned, quipping, “How’s it feel to finally be able to legally do all the things you were doing before you turned twenty-one?”

She shot him a look. “Shame on you, Wally West, for assuming I was doing illegal things.” He chuckled and she shrugged. “But to answer your question, it feels great, so thanks.”

Wally snorted at that. “My best friend and I got absolutely hammered on our twenty-firsts and swore to never drink hard liquor again after we woke up in the bathroom in our underwear after passing out on the floor.”

A shudder passed over her at her own memory of waking up beside the toilet after her birthday celebration with a bottle of white rum. She cocked a hand up with her water bottle in it. “Here, here,” she toasted and took a sip as Wally raised his coffee and drank too.

She glanced at him. “Are you in school, or are you done?”

“I finished a while ago. I work out of a tower with a group of friends in Manhattan.”

For a moment, her eyes drifted to the simple pair of jeans and graphic shirt he was wearing. She lived in the upper area of Gotham and she knew what uptown Manhattan was like, and it wasn’t jeans and t-shirts.

Evidently, he did too because he scowled, “I have suits and ties, thank you very much.”

She snorted and took the empty mug from him. “I didn’t say anything, Wally.”

“You made a face.”

“Is a face a ground to be hostile?” she grinned. “I was just wondering what type of business in Manhattan ran on flash t-shirts and skinny jeans.” She eyed him. “Tech?”

He shrugged. “It’s…a bit of everything if I’m being honest.” It sounded like he didn’t exactly want to say, and she let it be, rinsing out his cup before setting it to dry.

A buzz sounded and she felt for her phone when he said, “That’s mine.” Wally pulled his phone out, read the message, and stood up. “I’ve gotta go, Melisandre.”

She nodded and took the twenty-dollar bill he handed her, waving her off when she tried to hand back the change. As he started towards the door, she called, “Wally?”

He turned on his heel and waited and she felt foolish for saying it, but she admitted with warmth in her cheeks, “It’s been a while since I had any semblance of a friend…so thanks for this afternoon.”

Wally gave her a pearly white grin. “Barry said you’d say something like that,” he chuckled as she scowled and he added sincerely, “Can never have too many friends, Melisandre…and I hope you’ll become a great one of mine. So far, you already are.”

She smiled, “Same here, Wally.” The bell signaled his exit and she let out a heavy sigh as her heart warmed in her chest at the feeling of a newfound friendship.

***

She was dead on her feet when she finally got through her front door and into her living room, practically collapsing onto the couch. Though it wasn’t far from the truth as she flopped down and toed off her shoes, heaving a long and winded sigh as she stared at the dark ceiling. She wanted to turn on the lamp on the table beside her, but she didn’t want to move. Hell, she barely wanted to get up and take a shower, so she didn’t go to bed sweaty.

Just a moment. She thought. Just a moment to close my eyes and I’ll get up and go shower.

Of course, the second the shut them, she was opening them to her phone telling her it was two A.M. She groaned and picked herself off the couch to shuffle into her bedroom, and when she got there, she peeled off the clothes from her body and let them fall, not caring about the hamper just a foot away. She’d do it tomorrow after class.

The shower was quick, and she crawled into bed a few minutes later, glancing out the window at the stars that were still in the night sky. Even if she tried to avoid thinking about it, she couldn’t, and her mind drifted to when she was a young girl and would stare out the window in her bedroom back in Gotham, watching the spotlight come alive and paint the silhouette of the bat symbol against the night sky.

She missed them. She missed them a lot. Missed eating meals at a full table and the laughter in the manor. Hell, she even missed being ignored, because at least then she could see familiar faces every day. Now, it was wake up, go to work, go to class, then come home. And the process repeated every morning. She was alone in a city where she didn’t know anyone except for one forensic scientist and his wife, going to a college that didn’t even have her real identity. She’d not even said the name “(Y/N) Wayne” out loud for fear that someone with super hearing would hear her and tell her father, instead going by “Melisandre Hale”, a twenty-one-year-old born and raised Central City citizen going to community college. It pained her to admit, that with her decision to grant herself the freedom she desired, it came with a heavy price, and that was the loneliness. And it was worse compared to what it was like back then.

Sighing, she rolled over and pulled the covers up over her head, hoping that when she shut her eyes, she’d stop thinking about what she left behind. Unfortunately, the universe and her mind were never kind, and as she drifted to sleep, she saw the pained faces of her family.