#said anything and it’s like hm wow yeah i fucking told you about that??? maybe if you pay attention you’d have known that but it’s fine !!!!

[hellfireeddiemunson]

i have bad melted soup brain today and i hate it

[galaxycunt]

My Dinner With Buggy

Author warning: this is dialogue only. Why? Because I wondered if I could do it and so here it is I’m lucky I had power the whole time in my house during this ice storm bc I’m so bored 😭

Summary: You are waiting on a man, you haven’t seen each other in quite some time. Not since you were a bright eyed recruit and he was a young captain with more ego than sense.

“Welcome in! How many?”

“Two, please,” as you sat you said, “a bottle of house red, thank you.”

A hand tapped you on the shoulder some time later, “I never tire of that joke. You’re looking good.”

“Buggy, wow. It’s really good to see you.”

“Yeah, not every day a marine wine and dines me.”

“I can think of a few officers who’d like that, now.”

Buggy frowns, “you told them, didn’t you?”

You shake your head, “Buggy, I didn’t even know you were with the Roger pirates. I found that out from the snails like everyone else.”

“Huh. Swore I told you. I guess…I never tell anyone that shit.”

“Hey, doesn’t matter. You’re here. You’re safe.”

Buggy laughs, “god, it’s been forever. Remember when we climbed up the mast of the first Big Top?”

“Hm. Yeah. Tiny Top. That ship sucked. I remember beating you up there.”

“Oh fuck off, I let you!”

“I beat you by a whole 30 seconds!”

“I’m not letting a fucking marine talk shit while I’m trying to enjoy my damn dinner.”

You laugh heartily as the waiter arrived, “I’ll have the pasta special.”

“You paying or what?” You nod, “prime rib. Gimme a steak bigger than my head.”

“You sure ain’t a cheap date, Bug.”

“Oh! So this is a date? Okay, you sure you don’t wanna thrown in with the guy who tangoed with the best and came out on top?”

“I…I think I am quitting. I saw your little movie debut. He…he was just a kid. Both of them.”

“Y-yeah. He really was.”

“I guess that’s the life we choose.”

Buggy sighs, “let’s not think about that. I’m here, you’re here. This is a date.”

“Is this a date? Okay, what lines does Captain Buggy pull on these things?”

“What’s your sign?”

“Libra.”

“I’m a Libra moon, they say a sun and moon sign being the same means they’re meant to be.”

You shake your head, “you’re so full of shit. Is that even your sign?”

“Maybe, maybe not. Take me on more dates like this and I’ll tell you the truth.”

You can’t hide your smile, “shut the fuck up.”

“Join me, I’ll treat you so good.”

“Uh huh.”

“It’ll be fun. I won’t even make you wake up at dawn.”

“And what do you get out of this?”

“A beauty at my side every day, that’s all.”

“You just want trade secrets, don’t you?”

He looks offended, “I ain’t that bad a guy. But my lips are sealed, if you wanna give anything up.”

“If you want secrets out of me, you gotta give me something to work with.”

“Work with?”

“What’s your big secret, tough guy?”

He chews the free bread thoughtfully, “the rumors are true. I washed Gol D. Roger’s underwear. Though I tricked Shanks into doing laundry duty more.”

“How?”

“Packing gunpowder is way cooler. Only chumps think laundry is better. Just cause you do it once a month.”

“Sounds about right for pirates. Marines make you clean the toilets with a toothbrush every day.”

“See what I mean? I wouldn’t let you lift a finger.”

“I might hold you to that.”

“I’d be so good to you.”

In between bites you say, “I joined only because I needed the money. My dad was a marine, the pension don’t pay much if you’re just one of the grunts. He wasn’t happy I did it. They had a nice sign on bonus.”

“Is that really a secret?”

“Well, maybe. People on base like to act like they’re doing it for the greater good. Justice and all that shit.”

“Snooty fucks.”

“Oh yeah.”

He smiles, “see? Gotta join me now.”

You blush as he watches you eat, “what?”

“Nothing. Just nice. You write and call less and less these days.”

“Hey, man. You do have a bounty. Though I guess I don’t have to be as careful.”

“Heh, yeah. Maybe we can see each other more….especially if you join.”

“Let’s not talk work, tell me anything else.”

“Like how lovely you’re looking?”

“Look at you, wearing something clean.”

“So this is a date. Let’s go for another drink after this, my treat.”

“Twisting my arm over here.”

“I’m a pirate, baby. I have my ways.”

You can’t stop smiling, in spite of yourself, “last time I saw you, you threw your head at me.”

“I remember.”

“Did you mean it? What you said?”

“Yeah, I really didn’t want those fucks taking me in. Even if they were your buddies.”

“No, no. Not that.”

He hums, “I think I remember.”

“Don’t be a dick, Buggy.”

“Don’t leave me in suspense then.”

“If you don’t remember, then I won’t say it.”

He stares for a beat, studying you, “I’m sorry for teasing. I do, I always will.”

“You were so drunk I-“

“-I wasn’t. I lied.”

“Check please,” you flag a waiter down, feeling his eyes boring into you, “thank you.”

“Oh shit. No, I didn’t lie about that. I was sober.”

Relief floods you, “you’re so stupid.”

“I love you.”

“Do you, or just the young hot marine you met?”

“Baby, don’t be like that.”

“What if I’m tired of the sea, want something quiet?”

“I’ll visit. All the time.”

“Really?”

He nods, “I’ll treat you good. So, so good.”

“I love you too. Against my better judgement.”

“Let’s get outta here. When are you expected back?”

“I got three weeks off.”

“Just enough time to lay low with me.”

“Heard you got a new crew, all those prisoners. They won’t like me on board.”

“They think I’m their god or some shit, I dunno. We can rent a room somewhere. I don’t care.”

“You are something else.”

“I can be all yours, just say the word.”

“Let’s see how tonight goes then.”

“I’m gonna dazzle your pants off.”

“Won’t go for nothing less.”

[relia-robot-writes]

Lone Wolf 3

Mechanized Chassis Pilot Handbook 242.9: Do not attempt to enter the cockpit except by the cockpit doors. Failure to do so can lead to damage to pilot or mech.

"Corporal Stormcrow!" Finn walked in on the mech-eye-level catwalk and waved at me. The rain outside had slowed to a light drizzle, but most everyone else was out on patrol at the moment. I raised a hand in greeting.

This time, however, she wasn't alone. A young recruit, pilot suit still freshly printed, followed at her side. "Told you I'd bring the new kid around. Kid, this is Corporal Stormcrow. Corporal Stormcrow, this is Provisional Pilot Kayla."

The kid smiled and waved at me. "Pleasure to meet you, Corporal!"

"Hm." I said, leaning against the wall and folding my arms with a slight scrape of metal on metal.

The kid looked at Finn for guidance. I wasn't exactly impressed with her so far. She was small, even for a pilot, and looked like she'd snap in half at the first hard acceleration. She had a scruff of blonde hair shaved on one side to show off the implant, like it was a piece of jewelry instead of a lifesaving tool. And she never seemed to stop moving, always tapping or wiggling or doing something weird with her mouth. I narrowed my optics at her, and she just smiled at me, a big toothy grin. With every tooth accounted for, too - not a brawler, like...

Well.

Finn cleared her throat. "Neurolink test went pretty good, so I figured I'd bring her around to pay her respects. We're still working out the details of what, exactly, she's going to pilot."

I'd had that shouting match with the commander already, this time in her office via telepresence, for slightly more privacy than the mech bay. But, walls are thin, and internal firewalls are thinner; I think everyone on base knew how I felt about things now. Except, maybe, the kid. I searched Finn's face for answers, but none were forthcoming.

"Anyway, I gotta go take a piss. You two hang out here and get to know each other, okay?" She left without waiting for me to object, waving with one hand as she walked away.

"Great, babysitting duty," I groused. I looked back to see the kid getting on one of the lifts going down, staring at my welded-shut chest. "And where are you going?"

"So it's true," she mused. "You really *don't* want a pilot, huh?"

"Particularly not some fresh-out-the-academy greenhorn like you." I shouldered myself off the wall and drew myself up to my full height as she left the lift, trying to radiate an aura of 'fuck off, already'.

It didn't take. "Sure, that makes sense," she said distractedly, walking all the way around me. "You've got senority after all. Wow, you really sealed yourself up good, huh?"

"Damn right. Nobody's getting in. Are we done here?"

"Aw, how am I supposed to get to know you if you won't open up?" She stuck her tongue out and grinned again at her own joke.

"You aren't," I growled. "Go back to the academy and find some other mech to bother."

"Hmm," said the kid. "Well, you know, I've been reading up on older models like you-"

"Older models?!"

"-and I actually discovered an interesting little tidbit." She moved over to my foot, and swung open a maintenance panel.

"What are you doing," I said. "Hatch won't open that way either, kid."

She looked up at me. "Who said anything about a hatch?"

Before I could do anything, she dove headfirst into the panel and had wriggled through the wiring behind it. Internal alerts fired through my whole leg. "Hey! Get out of there! That's a crush hazard!"

The alerts continued up my thigh, through my torso, and up towards- "No! Stop! Get out of there, right now!!"

I saw her head poke its way into cockpit cam's views. I projected my voice through those speakers. "I'll fucking eject you, you little shit."

"Yeah, that'll work really well with the cockpit welded shut."

"You can't do anything from there anyway, the controls are all locked down." I made a rude gesture on all the pilot monitor screens.

The kid wiggled her way through the wall and popped out ass-over-teakettle in Abagail's seat. I searched for a weld cutter.

"You know," she said settling into Abagail's spot while my gears ground about it, "I've found that you can tell a lot about a pilot from their cockpit."

"I'm going to throw you across the base when I pull you out of there," I warned her.

"Hm," she said. "Was Abagail taller than I am?"

"Yes. Now-"

"That'll do it." She adjusted herself so she was sitting on her own foot, raising her sightline an inch or two. "Yeah, that's better."

She started looking around. I started cutting.

"See, look, this monitor here was for the internal systems. Nice and close, so she could keep an eye on it. But that one way over there is barely visible - what is that, comms? So either she was a real lone wolf type, or she trusted you to handle that stuff."

I kept cutting. "Abagail and I trusted each other for a lot of things."

She nodded, like the sound of grinding didn't even matter to her. "I can tell." She wiggled the control sticks lightly, and raised her eyebrows. "Different feedback setting on each stick. She was a real in-your-face type, huh?" She pulled out the keyboard slung under the dashboard. "Sticky, but not dirty. Not much of a hacker, then." She reached towards the eject button.

"Hey, quit messing with things in there, some of those buttons fire missiles!"

"But they're all turned off right now, right?" She flipped the mollyguard on the eject button up with a click. "Ah, nice and tight. A lot of newbie pilots, they play with the eject button so much the mollyguard doesnt stay up when you flick it. The simulators were terrible for that."

"You're a newbie pilot," I groused. The cuts were nearly done.

"I'm built different," she said, almost distractedly. She flipped the mollyguard back down and settled back into the seat, reaching her arms up to the ceiling-mounted switches.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to figure her out."

And that was that, apparently. She kept changing positions, tongue barely poking out from her lips, reaching towards switches and almost pushing buttons right up until I finished cutting my own welds open and plucked her out of my chest. I held her up to my face and gave her my best glare.

She looked me back in the camera, and said quietly, "It seems like the bond the two of you had was really special. I'm sorry for your loss."

I did not want to have this conversation.

Fortunately, at that moment Finn walked back in. I held the kid up by the scruff of her pilot suit and put her back on the catwalk. "Your absolute gremlin of a pilot swam up my fucking leg to get into my cockpit."

"Huh." Finn scratched her cheek. "How the hell'd you traverse the hip joint?"

The kid responded by promptly dislocating both her shoulders and her collarbone. "I got some leftover catgirl genes from mom's augments. I can get into any space big enough to fit my head in."

Finn and I both looked at her with alarm. "Okay, new rule, kid: don't ever do that again."

"Which part?" she said, popping her joints back in place. "Dislocating my shoulders, or climbing in through the leg?"

"The shoulder thing," Finn said, at the same time I was saying, "The leg thing." We looked at each other.

The kid beamed. "I think I'm gonna like it here."

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[yourfavoritewriter69]

Scott Bartlett or Jack Thurlowe smut maybe?

OKOK IMA WRITE ONE ABOUT JACK THURLOWE😛😛

A/n hey everyone this is the jack x y/n that was requested i hope you guys liked it its my first time writing actually smut i tried my best and lemme know if your interested in a part two..

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“Best friends”

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warnings: 18+, kissing,fingering, dom! jack, praising and degrading, mention of death, the feeling of being insane, hallucinating, and drug use. if im missing any let me know!

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You and Jack have been close friends for a few years you guys had an instant connection bonding over the same interests and opinions and you felt like you could talk about anything with him.

You received a call from him and he said in the most nonchalant way

“yeah my dad died today”

“holy fucking shit are you okay what the fuck”

“I'm fine but can you come to stay with me at my mom's I don't wanna do this alone”

you had agreed and you guys traveled to Colorado. this house had always creeped you out and so did his mom. You hadn’t seen her yet you figured she was just hiding in her room. You look over to Jack having a conversation with someone who wasn’t there and this wasn’t the only time this has happened but you shrugged and thought it's his way of coping with his dad's death But it was still odd but you didn't wanna ask him about it.

Later that night you and Jack we sitting on the floor in his room completely stoned out of your minds you were talking about nonsense and laughing so hard you almost pissed yourself.

Everything had become quiet and peaceful but the energy shifted very quickly. You look over at him.

“hey jack”

“yes y/n?” you take a deep breath as you get up and walk over to him. “stand up” he followed your instruction and got up. he stood in front of you he had such beautiful eyes almost staring into your soul but in a good way. You just looked at each other your breaths becoming in the sink and the air around you started to become suffocating .

You stepped closer to him all these impulsive thoughts running through your head you wanted to kiss him. No, you needed to kiss him. For a long time, you have thought about your best friend in such explicit ways.

You always wondered what it would feel like to have his hands on you what it would feel like to kiss him and have him in you just the thought of it sent shock waved through your entire body.

You never told him you felt this way but you hoped he felt the same. He came closer to you we were inches from your face. He looked at your lips and back to your eyes. Without saying anything he kissed you. you kissed back and within moments the kiss grew sloppier.

You guys had backed up onto his bed. Him on top of you he had stopped kissing you and started kissing your neck and down your chest leaving hickeys he was marking you as his. you let a whimper leave your lips and this made Jack smile and gain more confidence he asked if he could take off your shirt so you sat up and took off your shirt and he helped you unbuckle your bra.

He looks in shock “Wow” this made you giggle as he starts kissing you again and then down your body stopping at the waistband of your shorts.

he looks back up at you and goes to take off his shirt getting stuck and you have to help him you giggle finding this cute and he blushes in embarrassment

“you are such a dork jack” you giggle

“oh, hush y/n do you want me to continue or not hm?”

you stopped giggling “well go on im waitingggg”

you smile and he went back to your shorts sliding them down and off your legs and does the same with your panties. his hands travel back up your legs spreading them so he can get a clear view of your wet pussy. “I've barely touched you and you're already so wet for me?” he cooed at you.

He slowly kissed your inner thigh going up to your aching pussy. He teased you by lightly kissing and licking your clit.

a whimper left your mouth you tried to keep quiet and Jack smiled at this.

“your pathetic noises are so cute y/n there is so need to be quiet” he went back to giving you pussy attention. He dipped his fingers in and this new feeling sent shockwaves through your body making you let out a pathetic moan.

he was rubbing circles on your clit while still pumping his fingers hitting your g spot almost every time.

“you're doing so good for me y/n such a good little slut”

“oh fuck” you whimpered out

he continued as you felt a knot in your stomach grow and you feel your climax approaching.

“Please Jack” you could barely say while your breathing was getting heavier and you becoming such a moaning mess for your best friend.

“god who knew my best friend was such a pathetic slut” he sped up his movements and his fingers hitting your g spot with a little more force you feel your walls start to contract around his fingers as you start to reach your climax. You moaned his name.

“cum for me beautiful cmon I know you want to” At this you felt the world around you collapse as you reached your climax you were practically screaming his name. he pulled his fingers out bringing them to his lips and licking them.

“holy fucking shit,” you say trying to catch your breath”

“All that noise from just me using my fingers? Pathetic.”

he stands up and you noticed the bulge in his sweatpants.

“you want some help with that?” you look up at him.

[ihatepeoplesomuchuwu]

@abyssleaves GIRL I FUCKING LOVE YOU HOLY SHIT. You dropped this queen 👑

This person right here, you have said it so perfectly and have inspired me to say something. I will also probably get hate but you know what? That's fine at this point 😎

This carnivorekitty situation? I'M SO OVER IT!!! I don't even 100% agree with tom but, most of you guys are getting upset at OPINIONS AND DARK HUMOR LIKE HOLY SHIT. I want you all to think about this. What part of it is beliefs? The belief of not understanding neopronouns? No no no he didn't say "hate." he said he didn't agree with them and wasn't going to hate people for using them. But nah, instead of maybe sitting down with a cup of tea, you all jumped the gun and said, "THE NERVE?! HE DOESN'T AGREE WITH ME?!". Pssst hey lean in close...... I don't understand them either 😐 If you approached me, though, and told me your pronouns, I would never hate you for using them. It is YOUR life and I will respect/use your pronouns(I use any pronouns btw UwU) and I can't tell you what to do, and as long as you're not hurting anyone, who cares right? But don't demand me to understand or get why because I don't want to, and I'm just too stupid to care.

ANYWAY TO THE TRANSPHOBIC TOPIC!! Okay, this confused me for so long on why people called him transphobic because even I understood that people of the lgbtq+ have different opinions on things and deal with stuff differently. Him saying that kids/teens having medication and surgeries are life changing and then most definitely are. Most medications are safe, but did you know that their was a birth control that was FDA approved and it worked for a long time! Until women started having babies missing limbs and parts of them. Medical stuff can happen at anytime, it being safe of not it can still happen. And the surgeries? I agree that people shouldn't have surgeries until they are 18. Why? Because you have jackasses that aren't trans/have medical needs who take advantage of that for their own benefits and you have people who find out that they are not trans/non-binary/so on later in life and detransition.

Also, can no one like dark humor anymore??? A trans person likes a dark humored trans meme it's end shattering, but people still adore famous people making 9/11 jokes? Yeah, okay, love you guys ❤️ and don't get me started on the nazi shit because WOW WE GOING FOR IT WITH THAT ONE!!! Did anyone read the post Tom made at all? Hm? He said, and I quote, "I don't see anything on how he's a nazi however, that seems like a stretch. However, if anyone can provide actual proof of these claims, you can let me know." He ASKED for proof and said he doesn't agree with all of his posts, yet all of you jumped on him instantly calling him a "nazi sympathizer"? I literally saw one, FUCKING ONE PERSON show him the proof of it instead of jumping him like zombies 🧟‍♂️ 🧟‍♀️

My last take is the pride parade stuff which is just silly to get mad about?? As a person who has basically raised my siblings as my own children and wanting kids of my own some day, I can understand about the not wanting children to see half naked people and honestly who would? What I get is that it is a pride parade and they are mostly known for people doing that, they usually make a flyer or post saying if it's going to happen orr not so please look first. What pisses me off is when people defend that and call them something-phobic for not agreeing 😑 "Agree to disagree" is perfectly put for this, People can have opinions on this without being hateful. You guys come OOON

That is all I have to say for this, I would touch on the racism aspect but I must say out of that whole thing I could understand why people were mad/hurt and I am a pale ass white-irish person who has never experienced racism(only the "HA HA YOU'RE AN ALCOHOLIC" jokes due to me being irish 🤣)so I have no right to say anything in that.

Anyway, I'm gonna just rant here, so feel free to hate on me in my inbox because I could honestly just chill with anyone even if they scream at me UwU

[daneneedssleep]

So quick note before you read, I had a lovely person message me about my Arthur Morgan idea so here’s part one!

HighHonor!Arthur Morgan x LowHonorM! Reader Pt.1||

This is really long because I wanted it to build up so enjoy.

When Dutch asked Arthur to pick up one of his buddies to join the gang he didn’t think anything of it. New additions sure, but he didn’t want no trouble. Matter of fact, he never did.

You were looking for an easy loot in strawberry when you heard a gruff voice call your name.

“Hey! You uhh- (Y/N)?” He asked.

“Depends. Why you wanna know?”

“Listen I don’t want no trouble, I just came for a (Y/N) (L/N). My friend Dutch wants to speak to him.”

You hummed.

“Well then, I guess you got yer guy. Me and Dutch are acquaintances. What exactly does he need me for?”

“Dutch wants you to join our community, he-“

“THERE HE IS! THAT'S THE GUY THAT LOOTED MY HORSES CARGO”

Goddamnit. Always at the worst time too.

“Oh fuck! Can we talk about this on our way there??” You ask while sprinting to your horse’s side, hopping onto the saddle.

Before he could answer, you let your horse bolt away while yelling back at him- “Lead the way!”

~Time skip~

“I think we lost em.”

“Good I don’t like shootin’ les I have to.”

“Hm. Whatever you say goody two shoes.”

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean??”

“You don’t like shootin’ folks but yer in a gang…. Yer one of them high honor fuckers aren’t you?” You ready yourself to snatch the pistol out of your holster but Arthur immediately puts his hands up in surrender.

“I already told ya once, I don’t want no trouble. Lemme just take ya to Dutch and you’ll see there ain’t no ill intent.”

“Fine but if you do so much as speak wrong I’ll fuckin’ shoot you with no hesitation”

“I won’t say nuthin’. Let’s go we ain’t far”

~Time Skip~

When Dutch introduced you to everyone, most of them seemed to be ok with you so you decided to stay. When you chose to have dinner, Arthur sat down next to you.

“What do you want?” You asked gruffly.

“I wanted to know if you’d go hunting with me tomorrow. The camp needs some extra food and not everyone is uhh- exactly fond of you yet. It would help them trust you.”

“Wow Dutch actually planned on keepin me? Yeah I guess I’ll go with ya then.”

~Time Skip~

You woke up at about 9:30, it definitely wasn’t the most comfortable sleep but it was better than sleeping away next to waterfalls to hide from bounty hunters. You got up and walked around camp to try and get used to your surroundings. You hear footsteps behind you and you turn to see Arthur with two cups of coffee in his hand.

He asks in a voice more gruffy than usual. “good mornin’ how’d ya sleep?” You took note that he probably just got up.

“Better than a lot of nights actually but I’m still getting used to this.”

“Well we’ll head off at about 10:15 so drink this and then get ready” Arthur said. He handed you your coffee and headed for his tent.

While getting ready to go hunting he couldn’t help but think about you. He felt as if he should impress you and he didn’t know why. Maybe later he’ll take you to the saloon to get a drink.

As Arthur was slipping his boots on he heard heavy footsteps walking up to his tent when he looked up it was you. He looked back down quickly to put his boot on all the way. He could feel his face flush. Looking up at you it was- he was excited. He liked the way you looked at him. The way you looked down at him.

“You ready or what?” You asked, knocking Arthur out of his thoughts.

“Huh?”

“Damn you look lost. ‘I said are you ready’ but you’ve been staring at yer fuckin boots for a good minute and a half.”

“Sorry. Yeah I’m ready. Let’s go.”

You both prepare what you need and hop on your horses. You bring a bow with around 15 arrows, a pistol, and a small hunting rifle. Arthur takes you to an area behind Horseshoe Overlooks campsite and gets off his horse.

“We should continue on foot. The horses make quite a bit of noise.”

“Alright, let’s go then.”

Arthur turns around to get his gear off his horse for only about 30 seconds and by the time he turns back around you’re already gone in plain sight. Fuck. “(Y/N) for fucks sake where are you” Arthur tries to loudly whisper.

“I’m right here dumbass”

For someone so tall and broad you were particularly good at hiding.

“Damnit you scared me”

“Pay attention then jackass”

Wow you’re fucking mean.

“I didn’t even take my eye off you for a full minute and you disappeared!”

“Will you just get down! I already spotted two whitetail bucks but we need to hit them in a vital spot at the same time.”

“Fine.”

Arthur crouches in the tall grass next to you. He can hear your breathing but it’s so slow. He looks at your face and all he can see is concentration. Holy shit you’re handsome.

“Alright, you ready?” You face Arthur and you’re a little surprised to see him already staring at you. You watch him look away quickly as he replies with a quiet “yes”.

“Ok you call and I’ll count. As soon as you get a good shot, tell me and I’ll count us down. Got it?”

“Gotcha”

Arthur whistles and the bucks raise their heads.

“Alright I got a good shot you?”

“Yeah. Ready- 3…2… 1!”

~Time skip~

Heading back to camp with a buck stowed on each horse felt like a big achievement to Arthur. You didn’t seem to care as much as he did but you were happy to be able to have some food.

As you both set the bucks down to Pierson you heard Arthur clear his throat. You turned and before you could ask what he wanted he was already asking if you wanted to go to the saloon with him.

You quickly asked “Is it the Valentine saloon?”

“Yeah why”

“I have a bounty of $5 in Valentine” You said, cringing at your own words.

“Oh- well I’ll give you the money and we can go by the post office first”

“Well then let’s get going”

What the hell. Why is he doing this for you?

~another time skip~

And thats part one guys. I’ll either be posting part two soon so please please stay patient for that! Hope you enjoyed, and the real stuff comes tomorrow >:)

[crankycreates]

Untitled fic, a.k.a

"I AM NOT WRITING THIS GODDAMN COFFEESHOP AU" ~Cranky, 23-04-14

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Pagan Min x gn!Reader 845 words Coffeeshop AU, barista!Reader, businessman!Pagan, flirting (sort of?), humour (or I tried at least), prologue to a story that may or may not get written...

“Shit!”

You stared at the plate. Or, well, ex-plate. It wasn’t really recognisable as kitchenware after hitting the floor. Pieces had skittered off across the tiles in every direction, like a very sad starburst, made out of shards of probably very expensive china. How the fuck could you be so clumsy? Mindlessly, you dove after the ex-plate, crawling madly around the floor, sweeping your hands over the tiles to gather up the remains before anyone arrived, uttering a string of curses.

“Fuck. Fuck! Shit shit fuck!”

“Such colourful language! Yet somewhat lacking in … vocabulary breadth.”

You whipped around — still on all fours — and were met by the sight of a pair of slightly worn but expensive-looking slippers. Above them, plaid pajama pants. And your eyes travelled up, and up, and past the pajama pants there was an expanse of skin that made your mind white-out for a moment before you took in the face above; its eyes twinkling with what might have been faint amusement. It was very hard to tell from this angle, especially since your mind suddenly snagged on a detail it overlooked before, and your eyes slipped down again — past the chest with its patch of dark hair and down the trail from his navel to the—

“Enjoying yourself down there, hm?”

You squeaked something. There were meant to be words in there but exactly what, you had no idea. You tried again: “I’m sorry— Uh— I broke this plate— I’ll pay for it, of course!”

Which was an utterly ridiculous thing to say to a billionaire. But you were feeling utterly ridiculous at the moment, so.

Pagan, mercifully, twitched his dressing gown closed, and settled back against the kitchen island behind him. Less mercifully, he said, “What if I told you that plate was worth a fortune?”

You stared up at him. Some part of you was a little bit grateful: now that you were blanching at the idea of owing Pagan Min money, you no longer had to worry about him noticing you blushing after having checked out the bulge in his pajamas. From the floor. On your knees.

Fuck.

Okay, alright, okay — backing up for a moment. How the ever-loving fuck had you ended up here?

You’d woken up early, alone in a guest room in Pagan Min’s house. Mansion. Estate? Whatever these things were called, this side of the pond. You’d been cranky and hungry and maybe a bit sad, and absolutely appalled at the notion of approaching the man about breakfast. Or, even worse, using the room phone to call ��the help’. (’The help’ had been his word for it. He had servants. Fucking servants! In 2014! Jesus.) Like this was some sort of hotel.

So, you’d gotten out of bed and thrown on yesterday’s clothes and shuffled off in search of the kitchen. Or a kitchen, anyway. For all you knew there were more than one. And when you found one, you’d gone looking for a snack, and somehow—

Okay, but none of that explained how you ended up spending the night in Pagan’s guest room in the first place.

“Relax,” Pagan said, lips curving into an amused smirk. “I’m only teasing.”

“Yeah,” you said vacantly. You were still busy reviewing all the questionable life choices that had landed you in this mess.

He cocked his head. “You’re awfully high strung, aren’t you?”

“What?”

Wow. Seriously, smooth. Not like you had any particular hope to impress him or anything — that ship had long sailed, by this point. You felt rather like a stray he’d taken in for the night. Here’s how it happened: Pagan had found you crying outside the Golden Path Café. You were his favourite barista, so of course he would offer you a place to stay after you had been so callously evicted by—

Except that didn’t explain how you came to work at the Golden Path, or why he — the owner of King’s Coffee, the most popular chain of coffee shops in the United Kingdom — frequented the establishment of his competitors/sworn enemies.

“Come on, get up, kid. Can’t have you crawling around on the floor like this. Breakfast and Omelette might get jealous!”

He was smiling now — a nice, friendly smile — and offering you his hand. A perfectly gentlemanly gesture. A host attempting to put their guest at ease with an innocent joke and helping them off the goddamn floor. The way you stared, it might as well have been a tentacle he was holding out to you.

You said, “Uhh,” and took the proffered limb.

So anyway. This would in fact only be the first time Pagan Min rescued you from homelessness, and mortifying as the whole ordeal was, the next would be worse. Perhaps it could all have been avoided if you had come better prepared — if your mother had actually told you anything useful before she died.

Because in truth, for you, it all started with loss. With grief and ashes. With a promise to your dying mother: to bring her back to the UK, and to Lakshmana.

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Act 3, Scene 4 of Twisted Veronaville: An Omen Come True

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Pascal: (Finally, I get the chance to talk. I've been feeling much lighter since I buried the General alive...seems like they're occupied with something, though...)

Sita: Dude, it's okay! We'll get through this.

Aktu: I'm just...confused? How could this have happened? And why did it have to be twins?

Sita: Okay, I know you're distressed, but maybe we can go get boba as a little treat...

Aktu: I JUST SAID I WASN'T DISTRESSED! AND THERE'S NO BOBA SHOPS IN VERONAVILLE AT ALL! THE CLOSEST ONE IS SEVERAL TOWNS AWAY!

Pascal: (Now's probably a bad time...)

Sita: No, it's not, Pascal! Aktu, go trim the bushes. I'll take care of this.

Pascal: You're making your pregnant brother trim the bushes?

Sita: Oh, it's fine! He likes trimming the bushes. Anyway, what was it that we were meeting for again? We've postponed this for so long that I just kind of forgot.

Pascal: Yeah, um...sorry. I don't fully remember either.

Sita: (Maybe I'll just peer into his mind and see if there's anything there...) Oh! You told Hamza that we were here, but then also told us that they were here too. You betrayed us both, eh?

Pascal: (Shit! I forgot about her powers!) Haha...um...yeah!

Sita: (I can't believe this! That traitor!) Oh, you! What a silly goose you are! Good on you for murdering the General, though!...now, whose side are you actually on?

Pascal: Neither! Both of you have very valid points, and I'm hoping we can all find a compromise.

Pascal: And the truth is, I only agreed to any of this so I would have an alibi for General Buzz's disappearance. Nobody would suspect the man who disappeared before him, you know...and I found out that my brother is apparently being held captive. I should check up on him and Lazlo before something bad happens to them. So...I'm not sure if I'll even stick around to see how this story ends.

Sita: (Coward.) Hm...well, best of luck to you.

After Sita and Pascal had their conversation, Ripp had decided to pay the Capps a visit.

Juliette: Oh, hi! It's been a while since we've talked huh?...welcome back to our house! Let me know if you want anything!

Ripp: Thanks!

Juliette: So, what brings you here? Tybalt's outside with...ugh, Mercutio...and Hermia's at Puck's place.

Ripp: (It'll be easier to get to Consort through her.) I wanted to talk to you, actually. Wanted to see how you were doing and all that.

Juliette: Oh?...aw, thank you! I'm fine, though! Grandpa's decided to put me into an arranged marriage too even though I specifically said I wasn't interested in any Montys anymore...do you know Gavin Newson?

Ripp: No, sorry.

Juliette: Oh, well. On the bright side, he's postponed my arranged marriage until after college, so I still have some time to mess around before then. Nothing too serious, since it won't last anyway...

Ripp: (The relationship with Romeo must've really messed with her head.) That's understandable. I mean, there's people who go through their entire teen years without any relationship at all.

Juliette: You're not one of those people, are you?

Ripp: Believe it or not, I am. Never even had a first kiss.

Juliette: Wow. I kind of assumed there'd be a lot of people who'd be all over you...would you like one?

Ripp: (HOLY FUCK AM I ACTUALLY GETTING A KISS?) I could think of nobody better.

Juliette: (Holy cow, I actually did it! I offered him a kiss and he actually accepted it!...this must be a dream)

Ripp: (A FIRST KISS! LET'S FUCKING GO!)

Ripp rode this high for the next couple of days, even as Tybalt came by for another visit...to tell him something very important.

Tybalt: ...And I'm going to execute the plan tomorrow. I haven't been able to talk to Mercutio yet, but I'm certain he got my letter.

Ripp: (I'm getting deja vu, for some reason.) The plan to fake your death, right?

Tybalt: Yep. My main concern is timing, since my family only keeps the bodies of our ancestors in the family crypt during funeral preparations, and if they take too long I might end up getting buried alive.

Ripp: That's a couple of days, right?

Tybalt: Yeah, but I think it should be enough time...and I wanted to thank you. Mercutio and I never would've gotten along if it weren't for you...and I appreciate you breaking up Juliette and that Romeo.

Ripp: (He says Romeo's name as if it were a slur.) No problem. Maybe we can see each other again if the plan goes successfully...like in college, or something.

Tybalt: Yep...I hope so too.

And as Tybalt left, Ripp came to an immediately realization.

Ripp: I FORGOT TO TALK TO CONSORT!

Ripp: Fuck!...well, I can still call them...

Ripp: (Will any of the Capps even believe me? I don't know if there's time to stop them...but what if Tybalt does something worse? Might as well give it a-)

*BZZT*

Ripp: Huh...the power line isn't working for some reason...

???: Because I've cut it. We're ending this feud between us, Ripp, once and for all.

Ripp: (Ugh...not him again.)

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[wheatlev]

on the kind of similar vein of scottish folds, I remember at the time I was following someone who was talking about Scottish Folds and they just told anyone who had them to just. Put them down immediately even if they got one from a shelter. Like they straight up told people that anyone who had a scottish fold to just euthanize them as soon as possible. I didn't say anything and I understood what they were trying to say but I was like "...?" about it. i know its not too relevant because ur post made great points but. saying this made me think abt it and im still not fully sure what to think of it

Oh yeah that is uh, I didn't say THAT in my og post back then either, I just said 'Yo maybe BEFORE you get a cat check what is up with them' and they took this to mean I personally attacked them and their cats. As IF I had told them to put them down??

Also like. I was under the impression that most people.... knew about this anyway. It was a common point of knowledge even back then. It is not even bad to have these cats per se, really.

People are still breeding them (partially because they are popular, of course, which is. Hm.) so these cats still deserve a loving home. But you do not walk into a shelter and pick up a Scottish Fold. You do not just randomly come across them, they are a specific breed. You make the decision to get them, and I think I am right in assuming you'd at least look at basic information on the breed.

(I checked the wikipedia article - by early 2014 it already included the information I brought up. A tumblr post should not be the point you say 'wow I didn't KNOW'.)

EDIT: Also yes Anon just to reiterate I agree with you, calling for a culling of the breed is not, uh. How you do this. Sorry I got swept up on stuff but I wanted to reiterate I agree and do not get it either. The idea is solid but the execution is not ideal. Not every cat is going to suffer equally, either, some cats may do well with the gene since it is expressing itself in a lesser form so putting them down is pointless. Why kill an animal that could still live a full life with some restrictions?

Not to mention who the fuck goes up to someone and says 'actually kill your pet that you love'. The hell.

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

THE IDOL 1x03: Quotes

“- You see that young lady over there? (Tedros) - Yeah (Assistant).  - Got anything in the store as beautiful as she is?” (Tedros)

“- It’s good champagne, what is this? (Tedros) - Uh, it’s a Valentino exclusive. (Assistant)”

“- Where are you? Wait, are you at the house? (Leia) - Of course, I’m at the fucking house. You say, “911″, I come to the house, Leia. (Chaim) - Yo, I told you. This bitch is fuckin’ brain-dead. (Destiny) - Chaim, I’m really scared. This guy, Tedros, has just, like... taken over the fucking house. (Leia) - Gun. Gun. (Chaim) - Oh. (Destiny) - What does that mean, “He’s taken over the house”, Leia?” (Chaim)

“- They’re both gastrointestinal doctors, so. (Andrés) - My friend’s a gynecologist. You don’t see me stickin’ my finger in everybody, do you? (Tedros) - There’s nothing okay about what this creep just fuckin’ did. (Tedros) - It’s been a real pleasure working with you. I wish you, like, all the best. (Jocelyn) - That translates to “get the fuck outta here”, Andrés.” (Tedros)

“- Chaim, are you trying to kill me? (Finkelstein) - Not today. No, why? (Chaim) - Do you want my children to grow up without a father? Is that what this is?  (Finkelstein) - Fink, why, why would I wish that on anybody? (Chaim) - Well, then let’s cancel the tour. ((Finkelstein) - The tour’s gonna make millions of dollars. What happened? (Chaim) - Millions of doll... Right now, she’s making me have IBS. I’m fuckin’ shitting more blood than a kid at Epstein’s island. (Finkelstein) - Turn up the car radio very loud. Really Loud. (Chaim) - Okay, Okay. (Destiny) - Fink, I’m sorry it’s hard to hear. We’re at the studio. (Chaim) - Whoa, whoa, whoa.” (Finkelstein)

“- How the fuck did you get here? (Chaim) - Oh, I’m, I’m from here. (Tedros) - You’re from LA? (Chaim) - Right. (Tedros) - Which part? (Chaim) - Uh, Hollywood. (Tedros) - You grew up in Hollywood? (Destiny) - Yeah. (Tedros) - Wow. Me too. (Destiny) - No shit. (Tedros) - Yes. Born and raised. (Destiny) (...) - Why are you tryin’ to, like, make him feel bad about getting kicked out of school?” (Jocelyn) (...) - Three songs in two weeks. Yeah? Hits. (Chaim) - Not songs, hits. (Tedros) - Hits. Undeniable. (Chaim) - Undeniable. (Tedros) - Nothing less. (Chaim) - Nothing less. (Tedros) (...) - No, no, no. She has to know the truth. You gotta know what the stakes are. (Chaim) - Okay, but you don’t have to freak her out like that. (Destiny) - Yeah, no. (Chaim) - It’s too much pressure. (Destiny) - Join the freak-out club, okay? I’m freaked out, she’s freaked out. If you had any sense, you would be fuckin’ freaked out because it’s do or die, all right? (Chaim) - It is. He’s not lying. (Destiny) - No fucking room to fail here. I mean, use it as motivation, but... that’s what’s happening. Well, then what the fuck you wasting time talking to me? Get to work. Three massive hits. I’ll deal with Nikki. Just try not to end my fuckin’ career, okay? (Chaim) - I will do my very best. (Jocelyn) - I think our girl’s in trouble. (Chaim) - My grandmother said you never trust a dude with a rat tail.” (Destiny)

“- I feel like the more you let people in, the more reason they have not to...want you anymore... you know? (Jocelyn) - Yeah. (Chloé) - But I’ve never really sung about anything, like, truthful. (Jocelyn) - Yeah. (Chloé) - Or anything that, like, really means anything to me. (Jocelyn) - Hm. Maybe just a lyric every once in a while. Like a secret. Nobody has to know. (Chloé) - Yeah, you’re right. Nobody has to know. (Jocelyn) - Was it really hard when she... when she died? (Chloé) - She was really sick for a long time, and... I was holding her hand when she... closed her eyes. (Jocelyn) - I’m sorry. (Chloé) - But I feel like she’s still here. It’s weird. It’s like she’s still in this house, like she’s in all the walls, and... all the windows... and all the mirrors. I just can feel her like she’s still...watching me.” (Jocelyn)

“- Look, Xander, I brought you up here to tell you that creative direction fuckin’ sucks with Jocelyn. (Tedros) - I don’t disagree. (Xander) - You don’t disagree? You’re the fuckin’ creative director. (Tedros) - I know. (Xander) - What is it with this fuckin’ industry? Everybody hats what they fuckin’ do. (Tedros) - Welcome to the music business, yeah. (Xander) - How do you put out something you hate? (Tedros) - I’m fuckin’ forced to. (Xander) - What do you mean “forced to”? (Tedros) - I could have... the greatest fucking idea in the world, and often, I fucking do. And at the end of the day, it’s whatever the fucking laver and Jocelyn wants. (Xander) - What do you think about “I’m a Freak”? (Tedros) - The song? (Xander) - Yeah. (Tedros) - Fine? It’s fucking middle of the road, not enough of a re-invention, fucking... manufactured bad girl. (Xander) - Hm. (Tedros) - When was the last truly fucking nasty, nasty, bad pop girl? (Xander) - All right, let’s say you had carte blanche, right? What would you do? (Tedros) - I would take that photo with the fucking cum on her face... and I’d make it her album cover. I fuckin’ would. (Xander) - Wow, that’s a great idea. You’re fuckin’ smart. You wanna do some coke? (Tedros) - No. All the coke in LA has fentanyl in it. (Xander) - Not mine.” (Tedros)

“- If Tedros heard you say that, you’d be in huge trouble. (Izaak) - Yeah, you trippin’. (Jocelyn) - Yeah, you’re not allowed to say no. (Chloé) - You’re not allowed to say no? (Jocelyn) - Yeah. (Izaak) - Why? (Jocelyn) - Because by saying no, you’re denying yourself an experience. (Izaak) - Yeah, but not all experiences are good. (Jocelyn) - Debatable. That’s a really simple way of looking at things, Joss. (Izaak) - What do you mean? (Jocelyn) - Some of the most terrible experiences in life... can be the most valuable, like artistically. (Chloé) - I don’t know. I guess, like, to a degree. (Jocelyn) - Mm... Okay, Robert Plant had a son who died when he was five years old, and he wrote “All My Love” after that, and it’s one of the most beautiful songs ever written. (Chloé) - Yeah, but I think if Robert Plant had a say in it, he would’ve chosen his son’s life. (Jocelyn) - And that’d be a pretty big loss for the world. (Izaak) - You really believe that? (Jocelyn) - Yes. (Izaak) - That’s really fucked up. That’s, like, actually fucked up. (Jocelyn) - How often do people come up to you and tell you that your music saved their lives? (Izaak) - A lot. (Jocelyn) - A lot. And do you believe them when they say it? (Izaak) - Yes... I do. (Jocelyn) - Okay. Now imagine if you were Robert Plant. Or imagine if you had lost someone that you loved and you’d written one of the greatest love songs of all time. Then what? (Izaak) - So, you think that by losing his son, he was able to write something that saved a lot of people’s lives. (Jocelyn) - Yes. (Izaak) - And because of that, you’ll say yes to anything anyone asks you to do? (Jocelyn) - Yes. (Izaak) - Literally, anything? (Jocelyn) - Anything. (Izaak) - Interesting. Izaak, get up and kiss Ramsey. (Jocelyn) - See? (Ramsey) - Would you have done that if Leia was in the room? (Jocelyn) - Yes, that wouldn’t change anything, Jocelyn. (Izaak) - Even if it really hurt her feelings? (Jocelyn) - Yes. (Izaak) - Feelings can shift. What you make and what you put out into the world, that’s the shit that lasts forever. Not Leia’s fuckin’ feelings. (Head) - Would you kiss me? (Jocelyn) - Would I kiss you. Uh, that’s not a good idea. (Izaak) - Yeah. Why? (Jocelyn) - You know Tedros would fuckin’ kill me.” (Izaak)

“- And Tedros... thank you for teaching me how to have fun again. (Jocelyn) - To finding your family. (Tedros) (...) - If you lovely label is so fucking obsessed with making you a bad girl... (Tedros) - We should take the photo with the cum on your face.... (Xander) - Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. (Jocelyn) - ... and we should, um, make it your album cover. They’ve all definitely seen the photo, actually. (Xander) - Yeah, okay, but it’s different if you, like, embrace it. (Leia) - So, what? It’s only okay if the internet, like, uses it against me? (Jocelyn) - Preach.  - No. The internet is on your side. (Leia) - No. Literally, every outlet. (Jocelyn) - But... They all wrote beautiful pieces defending you and your right to grow up and have a sex life. (Leia) - There is no difference between the people making fun of me and the people supporting me. They’re all capitalizing off of it, and they’re just driving more people to look it up. (Jocelyn) - That’s exactly why you should make it your album cover. (Xander) - I mean...we could make the caption like, “New music coming soon.” I feel like that had its moment. I’m not sure I want... (Jocelyn)  - Who gives a fuck? (Tedros) - Because it’s actually humiliating and, like, makes me feel really bad about myself. (Jocelyn) - Why? (Tedros) - Because, like, it just, I wanna be... It just sucks. It actually sucks. It does. (Jocelyn) - No, what were you, what were you about to say just now? (Tedros) - I was gonna say, you know, I... wanna be taken seriously. (Jocelyn) - Why? (Tedros) - Because I do. (Jocelyn) - But why? (Tedros) - Because I wanna have a career that lasts, and is meaningful, and isn’t like a fucking joke. (Jocelyn) - And you will, Joss. You will. Trust me. (Leia) - No, not if she doesn’t take risks. (Tedros) - I mean, that’s easy to say if you’re not the one taking the risks. (Xander) - Yeah, but, Joss, this is, like, the right risk at the right time. (Leia) - You’ve got great people... (Xander) - There’s no such thing, as “the right risk at the right time”. If it’s risky, it’s risky for a reason. (Tedros) - No, but if it’s the right risk then you, like, basically, know how it’s gonna play out. (Jocelyn) - No, that’s the exact opposite of a risk. That’s playing it safe. That’s what everyone else does. Is that what you do? (Tedros) - Why are you talking to me like I’m, like, new to the music industry? I’m not. You are. (Jocelyn) - True. (Leia) - Don’t be rude. (Tedros) - I’m not being rude. It’s just, like, I’ve been doing this for over a decade, so... (Jocelyn) - And you’re stuck. (Tedros) - Yeah, I’m stuck. I’m stuck at the moment. (Jocelyn) - At the moment? What was the last song you wrote, Jocelyn? (Tedros) - “Daybreak”. (Jocelyn) - “Daybreak” on your second album. Okay, what was that, like a year ago? Year and a half? (Tedros) - I mean, I don’t think that’s, like, a big deal. Like, I think it’s gotta be the right song. (Jocelyn) - You mean the right risk. (Tedros) - Yeah, I mean the right risk. (Jocelyn) - And what I’m saying is, I think, maybe that’s why you can’t write a song. Yeah, ‘cause she’s fucking overthinking everything. (Tedros) - Exactly. (Xander) - You of all people should know it’s a bit more fucking complicated than that. (Jocelyn) - I mean... it is and it isn’t. I think that what Tedros is saying makes a lot of sense. I think you care... way too fucking much about what people think. (Xander) - I think if I didn’t care what people thought, I wouldn’t have a career. (Jocelyn) - I think if you care too much, you won’t have a career. (Tedros) - How can you complain about making superficial music all the time, about not being able to write anything honest, when all you think about is what people are gonna fucking say? You make superficial music because you think about superficial things. (Tedros) - I’m sorry. I don’t think it’s superficial to wanna make music that connects with people. (Jocelyn) - Why don’t you just be yourself, Jocelyn? (Tedros) - Because there’s nothing about me that’s relatable. (Jocelyn) - You sure about that? (Tedros) - Okay, what do you think is relatable about me? (Jocelyn) - I don’t know. All the dark shit you’ve been through in your life. (Tedros) - I think the dark shit I’ve been through is pretty fucking unique, too. (Jocelyn) - Yeah, I would agree. Her Mom was like a... rare breed. (Xander) - How so? (Tedros) - Um... I don’t really feel like talking about it in front of everyone. (Jocelyn) - Too late. (Tedros) - Tedros... please... not now. (Jocelyn) - Jocelyn, I don’t keep secrets from anyone at this table. (Tedros) - Well, that’s, that’s your prerogative. (Jocelyn) - I’m not gonna let you keep secrets either. (Tedros) - I think that’s a little easier to say when you don’t actually know the details. (Jocelyn) - Baby... There’s nothing that you’re gonna reveal to me right now that’s gonna make me love you any less. I think I speak for everyone at the table when I say that. You’re safe here... I promise. (Tedros) - She did a lot of things. A lot of things. Um, her... her favorite was probably... hitting me with a hairbrush. (Jocelyn) - Hitting you where? (Tedros) - My but, my... thighs, my stomach, my back. Like, just anywhere people wouldn’t notice. (Jocelyn) - Why’d she do that? (Tedros) - To focus. She did it as, like, a form of, uh, motivation, I guess. Kinda like a dog. She’d do it to help me remember my lines, to remember dance moves, to finish songs. She’d do it to keep me from falling asleep... to help me wake up on time. She’d do it is she caught me.. smoking, or drinking, or, flirting with someone she didn’t approve of. She’d do it if I overate, if I didn’t exercise, or... if she ever caught me,... smiling to myself. (Jocelyn) - How long did this go on for? (Tedros) - Until the chemo made her so weak she couldn’t lift up a hairbrush anymore. (Jocelyn) - You didn’t fight back? (Tedros) - No. (Jocelyn) - Why not? (Tedros)  - Because there’s just some battles you’re never gonna win. (Jocelyn) - That’s so sad. (Chloé) - And no one said anything? (Tedros) - Nope. (Jocelyn) - What about you? (Tedros) - I don’t know what we could’ve done. (Xander) - You sure about that? (Tedros) - I did the best that I could at the time. (Xander) - Really? (Tedros) - Yeah. (Xander) - How hard did she hit you, Jocelyn? (Tedros) - Hard enough to break skin. (Jocelyn) - Jesus Christ. And you felt like Xander was there for you? (Tedros) - In a lot of ways, yeah. (Jocelyn) - So, I’m guessing no one said anything because you’re getting paid? (Tedros) - Okay, that fucking wasn’t it. (Xander) - No? (Tedros) - No. (Xander) - What do you think? (Tedros) - I think it was just such a horrible, fucked-up situation that no one really knew what the right thing to do was. (Jocelyn) - Is there a part of you that wonders if the reason you’re stuck is because you’re mother’s not around? (Tedros) - Yeah, absolutely. (Jocelyn) - So, you... you miss it? (Tedros) - Getting hit? (Jocelyn) - The motivation it gave you. (Tedros) - Sometimes. (Jocelyn) - It you loved the music you were making... would you have felt like it was worth it? (Tedros) - Yeah. (Jocelyn) - Hey... all that trauma... you’re gonna turn into inspiration. You’re gonna tap into it. You’re gonna feel it. You’re gonna face it. You’re gonna remember it. And you’re gonna let it wash all over. You still got that hairbrush? (Tedros) - Yeah. (Jocelyn) - Go get it. (Tedros) - Okay. (Jocelyn) (...) - This is really gonna hurt. But if you push through the pain, it’ll be beautiful. (Tedros) (...) - Thank you for taking care of me. (Jocelyn)

[evelyn-the-archivist]

🕸Click.

ARCHIVIST

Do I read it out loud, or is it fine to just read it in my head?

JULIA

In your head? Why would that do anything?

ARCHIVIST

Mh. Some books are more powerful than others.

TREVOR

I mean, I'd consider this one pretty powerful.

ARCHIVIST

Fair point. Different kind of powerful, then.

JULIA

Yeah. Definitely feels like a separate thing from Trevor's vampires, or your knowledgey whatever.

ARCHIVIST

It is.

[BRIEF SILENCE]

JULIA

Ah, just give us a knock when you're done.

ARCHIVIST

Of course.

[DEPARTING FOOTSTEPS]

Ahem.

"His-"

[INCREDULOUS] His? Damn it, Gertrude. At least use the right pronouns for them when you inscribe their death onto a page made of their own skin in a cursed book.

"His consciousness faded in and out like the tide. He tried to refuse their drugs, though for what purpose even he could not have said. Perhaps he was simply trying to push away the smell of disinfectant and grief that rose from his hospital bed. She was there sometimes, the one he had followed around the world. There was almost sadness in her eyes. He felt himself begin to slip, the icy certainty of what was happening seeping through his flesh, and as he fell away for the final time, he felt that all-consuming fear. And his only thought was to cry out for his mother. But with the last vestige of his stubborn will, he refused. She would not claim his last moment. He was silent.

[OMINOUS RUMBLE WITH A SIDE OF CRACKLING RISES TO CRESCENDO]

And so Gerard Keay ended.”

GERARD

Evelyn? The hell?

ARCHIVIST

[SOFTLY] Hi, Gerry. Been a while, huh?

GERARD

[SURPRISED] Yeah. It- it has. Did you know?

ARCHIVIST

About what she did to you? Of course I didn't. I would've stopped her, which is probably why she didn't tell me.

GERARD

How is the old hag, anyhow?

ARCHIVIST

Well, she's gotten pretty well acquainted with Terminus in the past year, I'd say.

GERARD

Damn. What finally did her in?

ARCHIVIST

I think... Elias?

GERARD

[LAUGHS INSINCERELY] Fucking perfect. That's a satisfying conclusion if there ever was one.

ARCHIVIST

A satisfying conclusion, hm?

GERARD

Who's her replacement, then? Sasha?

ARCHIVIST

[QUIETLY] No. It's- it's me.

GERARD

...Oh.

ARCHIVIST

I wasn't the first pick, though. Some skeptic named Jon Sims was put in before me and lasted all of seven months.

GERARD

Wow. Elias really dropped the ball on that one, huh?

ARCHIVIST

Who knows? Maybe it was on purpose. Elias may not be a Weaver, but he definitely has his plots.

GERARD

I hated that bastard. It's not enough to be evil, he has to be a smug dickhead about it.

ARCHIVIST

Careful, wouldn't want him to see you saying that.

Er- as nice as it is to catch up, I actually wanted to talk to you about something important.

GERARD

Big surprise.

ARCHIVIST

You worked a lot closer with Gertrude than I did, right? Is there anything you can tell me about the Unknowing that I wouldn't already know?

GERARD

[SIGHS] Straight to business, huh?

ARCHIVIST

I'm sorry, Gerry. You know that's just how our lives are.

GERARD

You call this a life? Not only does being a part of a damn Leitner hurt like hell, I get the fucking pleasure of being a bloody monster manual for the Van Helsings out there.

ARCHIVIST

Is there... is there anything I can do?

GERARD

Rip me out of the book. I'll tell you what I can about the Unknowing, then when you get back to the Institute you burn my page.

[SOUND OF PAPER RIPPING]

[GERARD INHALES SHARPLY]

ARCHIVIST

Done.

GERARD

[CHUCKLES] No hesitation at all, huh?

ARCHIVIST

Not for a friend.

GERARD

...Thank you.

Alright, so Gertrude and I did a lot of busywork trying to figure it out. She figured that since so many aspects of it were replaceable, it couldn't actually be stopped beforehand, just delayed. But once it actually started, it could be vulnerable.

ARCHIVIST

To?

GERARD

Dunno. But she thought she had something that could do it.

ARCHIVIST

Do you know where I could find it?

GERARD

Not long before I ended up in the hospital, she told me that if something got her first, I was… There’s a storage unit on an industrial estate up near Hainault. She said she rented it under the name Jan Kelly, and hid a key for it somewhere in the Archives.

ARCHIVIST

[TO HERSELF] Storage unit near Hainault. Rented to Jan Kelly. Key hidden in Archives.

And she didn't tell you what it was?

GERARD

No. When I asked her, she said she’d show me when we got back to London. Mind you, she had this weird look in her eyes, like it was some kind of a joke.

ARCHIVIST

Oh. That's, hm. Not very funny?

GERARD

Eh, she didn't really tell jokes, so I'm not surprised it fell flat.

ARCHIVIST

Heh. Is there anything else you can tell me about the Unknowing?

GERARD

Don't think so. I can't even guess where or when it'll be. Gertrude only told me about the things I could help her with.

ARCHIVIST

That's alright. You've done more than enough, Gerry.

Wish we'd had a chance to just, hang out at some point.

GERARD

You said it yourself, it's just how our lives are.

ARCHIVIST

Yeah...

Do you think, before I burn you, I could summon you one last time and we can do a proper catch-up? It'd be nice to talk to you without any of the usual stakes.

GERARD

That sounds nice. And you promise it'll just be a chat between friends? No apocalypse talk?

ARCHIVIST

Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.

GERARD

Can't believe you still say that, Evelyn.

Alright, talk to you later.

ARCHIVIST.

Later, Gerry.

I dismiss you.

[STATIC]

[BOOK CLOSES]

[A RUSTLING SOUND, LIKE A SHEET OF PAPER BEING TUCKED INTO A BAG]

[THE ARCHIVIST KNOCKS ON THE DOOR]

I'm done.

[FOOTSTEPS AND DOOR OPENS]

TREVOR

How'd it go?

ARCHIVIST

[NOT FINE] Fine.

TREVOR

I'll get the book back in its box, then?

ARCHIVIST

Yeah.

[FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING WITH BOOK]

JULIA

So. Did he tell you what you needed to know?

ARCHIVIST

As much as they could.

JULIA

They?

Ohhh.

So, you knew them before, huh? How tear-filled was the reunion?

ARCHIVIST

Don't be a dick. We were colleagues who got along.

JULIA

[TEASING] 'Got along'?

ARCHIVIST

[UNAMUSED] I'm aroace.

JULIA

Oh. Uh, sorry.

Want a drink to make up for it?

ARCHIVIST

Please.

[FOOTSTEPS]

JULIA

How'd an American get to be the Archivist of an Institute in London, anyway?

ARCHIVIST

Moved from DC to London in my twenties.

[LIQUID SLOSHING]

JULIA

Which one's better in your opinion, the US or Britain?

ARCHIVIST

The flight in between.

JULIA

[LAUGHS]

Well, if you're heading back up there, Trevor and I won't be able to join you to help with the Unknowing.

ARCHIVIST

I figured as much. You've already done plenty to help, though.

JULIA

And you brought us Max Mustermann's head. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun with that. Plus, if you do save the world…

ARCHIVIST

No 'if'.

[JULIA LAUGHS]

ARCHIVIST

Really though, thank you, Julia. I've actually made some progress thanks to you and Trevor.

JULIA

Well, it’s just killing monsters really, isn’t it?

[THE ARCHIVIST IS SILENT]

[LIQUID SLOSHES]

JULIA

You wanna find an actual pub, instead of mooching off my flask?

ARCHIVIST

Definitely.

Click.

Click.

ARCHIVIST

I don't remember having a tape recorder with me when I talked to Gerry. Are those things just following me around now?

At least they're not trying to kill me.

Yet.

Recording ends.

Click.🕸

[omnishambl3s]

Chapter 12

School resumed, the next semester rolling in. They had fewer classes together, which Klaus was thankful for. They were beginning to… feel things. It made their skin crawl. Being forced into quiet quarters seemed to work well in terms of maintaining the game on their terms, to their liking. At keeping the game theirs. Things got too dicey when he made too many moves. When he got too close. 

And yet… they missed it. Shenanigans. Mischief. Getting into trouble. Doing things they both knew they shouldn’t be doing for innumerable reasons. They missed spending time together. They even missed the annoying banter. 

School and work were no longer enough. They found themself… bored. Wanting more.

“Hey,” Klaus’s voice drawled from his phone, sounding bored. 

“Hey.” He smiled, then bit it from his lips despite knowing it was too late and they’d already heard it. 

“Do you wanna go to this party with me?” 

“Um. Sorry? A party? You? You… want to go to a party… with me?” He stumbled over his words in confusion. 

“To crash it, yes.” 

“Ahhh,” that made a bit more sense. “Ok. That makes sense. But, I mean… maybe, what are the details?” 

“It’s a frat party. Alpha beta fucking… whatever.” They sighed. “We’ll go in, mingle, get details on the host and his friends – it’ll be easy, they always love talking about themselves. Once I – um, we – have the details necessary, we use them to start a fight. Just tell the host that his friend said something negative about something they’re proud and sensitive about. A girl, their parents, a sports team… The rest should take care of itself. Then we just sneak out as they start burning the place down.” 

“Wow. Have you… you sound like you… you’ve done this before, haven’t you?” 

“Maybe,” they sighed again, but he could hear the hint of a smirk on their lips. They were probably examining their nails, bored. 

“When is it?” 

“Tonight. We should get there around 10, 10:30, when they’re already good and drunk.” 

He checked the time. It was 7. He looked at the array of books and papers he was still working through, spread across his desk. He supposed he had enough time to get far enough and be able to finish them tomorrow. 

“I think I can manage that.” 

“Good,” they smiled. “Make sure to dress inconspicuously. Stealth is important. We need to look like one of them so they trust us.” Calculating, methodical, meticulous. 

“You know, you’d make an incredible villain.” Klaus chuckled at that. 

“Thanks. You’d make a good lackey.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. 

“A lackey? Not even your nemesis? Come on.” Klaus paused, seeming to consider it. 

“Hm. I like the way you think. Maybe nemesis kidnapped and turned right hand.” He could hear the wicked grin in their drawl. He scoffed again, quieter this time. They were probably right. 

“Whatever.” He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. “Wait, you mean like Stockholm syndrome?” 

“You know I’m right,” their voice was calm, smooth, teasing. They were right, and he did know. 

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll just see about that tonight, won’t we?” He heard them hum a laugh. 

“Sure.” They offered. 

Ten o’clock rolled around, and they knocked on his door. 

He examined them, hair pushed back away from their face for once. They looked… surprisingly handsome. They arched a brow and he realized he’d been staring. He cleared his throat and stepped aside, letting them in. 

“Alright, you mingle, and I’ll be back.” 

“Where are you going?” 

“Don’t worry about it.” They shot him a grin, a mockery of innocence. 

He obeyed, though he would have argued he had obliged. Nonetheless, he did as he was told. 

“Glean anything of value?” They asked upon returning. 

“Ummm the host’s name is Toby, he collects of watches and fountain pens, he has a crush on a girl named Vanessa,” he nodded towards a girl with dark hair chatting with a group near the sofa. “But like… in a really creepy way. He had a lot to say about her body. Which, I mean, sure, I get that. But… I mean, of course he pays more attention to her tits than her interests.” He rolled his eyes, giving a dismissive hand wave. 

“Of course. That is valuable, though. Anything else?” 

“His dad is a senator or something.” He shrugged.

“Oh, that’s great. I love a big fish. The harder they fall and all.” The look in their eyes was a little disquieting. “Anything else? Anyone else?” 

“Oh, yeah – you’re gonna love this,” he grabbed their shoulder, huddling them in to whisper. “The guy in the jersey. Over there.” They followed his gaze to a guy with scruffy brown hair in a jersey. “Also has a thing for Vanessa. And he and Toby are supposed to be like, really close. I’m not sure if they’re best friends or what, but it could easily start some shit. Especially – get this,” He grinned down at them, trying to ignore how their proximity affected him, “apparently, he’s like, kingpin of the campus, and he’s selling her cocaine and weed. And she’s getting herself a special deal. You follow?” 

“She’s sleeping with jersey guy in exchange for drugs?” They smirked at him keenly. 

“Bingo.” He grinned. They paused, appraising him quietly. They smirked thoughtfully.

There was a moment where they just looked at each other. 

“You’re good at this.” If he didn’t know any better, he’d think they were impressed. 

“Thank you,” he smiled, proud of himself. Their eyes slid from him to assess the room, searching for a secluded area with a view. 

“Come with me.” They commanded casually, eyes tugging him along to the table in the kitchen. He obeyed, once again. “Sit.” They patted the chair next to them as they slid into a chair at the table. “Ok. There’s Jersey guy, and there’s Tony. Jersey guy is his roommate, alright?” 

“How do you know?” They hadn’t even talked to anyone. He wasn’t sure that anyone had even noticed their presence, likely a purposeful strategy. They grinned, not meeting his gaze. 

“How good are you at keeping secrets?” They turned their gaze on him, eyes scorching. He was quiet for a moment. He was very good at keeping secrets, but saying that might be… counterproductive. 

“The number of skeletons in my closet on account of other people puts a graveyard to shame.”

 They smirked, appraising him again momentarily. 

“Cute. Well. Can you keep a secret for me? One that might include federal crimes? I’m too pretty to go to prison.” Several expressions made their way across his face before he quirked a brow, eyes highly suspicious. 

“What the hell could you have possibly done, Klaus?” 

“Well, can you?” Their tone deemed that they weren’t kidding. “Otherwise, I’m not telling.” They blinked indignantly; all traces of humor gone. 

“I can.” His voice and expression were well-measured. 

“I found his stash.” Silas smirked. 

“You took it, didn’t you?” He lifted his hands, casually clasping them in front of his face, as if to shield the two from any possible onlookers. Their grin said it all. “You’re terrible.” He smiled. They really were an evil genius. 

“Thank you.” They held his gaze for a moment, eyes dark like the mastermind they truly were, before returning to the room. “So. Anyway. We just need to get Jersey boy’s name. Then I’ll be the little birdy. The voice through the grapevine. And the rest should take care of itself.” 

“Oh – his name is Marcus.” They glanced back at him, pleased, biting their lip thoughtfully. 

“Very good. Now… can you keep up casual conversation? Act natural, and like you don’t know me. Herd them towards the keg, away from the kitchen window. Distract them while I…” they cleared their throat. He raised a suspicious brow. “Continue my rounds. You’ll know I’ve done it when Toby starts pushing and shoving Marcus. Once they’re distracted by Toby and Marcus fighting, meet me back here.” 

“Got it. What if anything goes wrong?” 

“It won’t. But… if it does,” They retrieved pepper spray from their pocket. “Plus, I have leverage. Collateral damage. I imagine Marcus won’t want to see his precious drugs crushed and flushed. Nor do I think his father would be pleased to know about them. Even if he can land a hit, I can get into the school records. I’m not worried.” They leaned their head into their palm, seeming bored except for the hint of amused smile on their lips. 

“God, you’re devious.” He grinned, genuinely impressed and maybe a little turned on. “Like, when you said, ‘crash a party,’ I thought you meant stage a scene – not ruin lives.” He looked them up and down, and they looked at him with a shameless, lazy grin. “You really are a conniving little thing…” It was his turn to bite his lip thoughtfully. 

“Careful, if people see you making eyes, it’ll draw attention. Suspicion. Save your lustful gazes for later, pretty boy.” They watched as their words stoked a smolder in his eyes. 

He had no idea how they’d swung it. He hadn’t even seen them interact with Toby. But before he knew it, Toby had erupted, shoving the other boy and being shoved before grasping Marcus by the collar and shouting. Within moments, the house was in chaos. 

He made his way to the kitchen with haste, only to see Klaus sitting back in the kitchen chair leisurely and enjoying the show. They had a bottle of whiskey tucked under their arm and a joint hanging from the corner of their mouth, legs propped up in the table. They were really quite the vision. They winked with a sharp smirk and hazy eyes, blowing a smoke ring in his face. 

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” they sighed, rising and opening the window, joint hanging from their lips.

 Silas chuckled; of course the window was their escape route. They peered down through the window, then back. 

“You’re gonna have to go first and help me down. Quick,” they stood aside, beckoning him and glancing back at the clamoring. 

He wasted no time, not wanting to risk drawing attention. He helped them down, however clumsily, both tumbling into the grass. 

“You know,” they patted the debris from their clothes, “you do make a good lackey.” They grinned knowingly. 

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah. You’re welcome.” 

They were right and he knew it. 

[obligatorynasty]

Hi, previous anon here! Hm, if we are talking about really smutty prompts, maybe cumflation with Starker? If that works for you :) PS: I ADORE your stories!!!

Little Blue Prototype

--starker, nff, cumflation--

“I’m sorry, run that by me again,” Peter pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply, “You did what?” He stared at his boyfriend with exasperated eyes, his gaze rapidly flickering to the lab table, the empty test tube, and then back to Tony.

“Engineered my own blue pill, took the prototype, currently testing the side effects, yada, yada, science,” Tony shrugged, wiping his arm across the sweat beading at his forehead. “May have miscalculated the dosage,” He puffed out a heavy exhale, tapping at the hologram screen floating beside him to check the temperature. “When did it get so hot in here? FRI, bring the arctic.”

“Yes, boss,” FRIDAY chimed over the lab speaker as Peter rolled his eyes. “Tony it’s already 68 degrees in here. You’re either having old man hot flashes or a heart attack,” He gave a threatening grin, crossing his arms. “If it’s a heart attack, I’ll kill you.”

Tony laughed, slumping down against a lab stool, “Hot flashes, plausible. Heart attack, unlikely. Although – and you’ll have to excuse my language here—”

Peter interrupted with a dramatic snort, “Oh my god, you are dying.”

“—my cock may just pack its fucking bags, fall off, and go on sabbatical if I don’t have the best orgasm of my life in the next five minutes. Actually… you know, let’s make that four." He shook his head, shucking his jacket and tossing it against the desk with a hefty breath. "You know what, no, three.”

Peter glanced down, catching sight of Tony’s tenting pant zipper before meeting his gaze again, leveling a look of suspicion. “Did you make this little blue prototype because of what I said yesterday night?”

“You try having your young boyfriend ask for more sex and not be able to deliver,” Tony chuckled, groaning as he wiped more sweat from his forehead, a knit in his brow, fanning himself with his hands. “You’d be playing mad scientist too.”

“Tony, you’re supposed to be a genius,” Peter sighed, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to Tony’s lips, pulling away just inches from his face. “You don’t always have to fuck me, you know? You can just touch, or watch, honestly anything would be fine as long as it’s me and you figuring it out. You don't have to worry about stuff like this.”

“Wow, Pete, you-” Tony paused, laughing at himself as he shook his head. “I’ve really gone and done it this time, haven’t I?”

“Yeah,” Peter smiled back, bringing his hand to Tony’s jaw. “But we shouldn’t waste a good opportunity, right?” He dropped his voice low, stealing another kiss, this one deeper and wetter than the last, before slowly pulling away. “We’ve got a prototype to test, Mr. Stark.”

“I love you,” Tony blurted out as he rushed over to a small drawer at the bottom of his desk. “Have I told you that before?”

Peter laughed, pulling at his jean button, “I remember you saying something like that a few months ago.”

“Good,” Tony returned, a bottle of lube in one hand, while the other worked on his pant zipper. “I mean it.”

“I love you too,” Peter could feel his face flush. No matter how many times they joked around, those words still made his heart race and they probably always will. “You’re such a big sap.”

“Pot meet kettle,” Tony quipped, an arrogant smirk tugging on his lips as his eager hands made their way to Peter’s waist, rushing to pull down on his jeans and briefs, leaving them at his knees. “But you’re right,” He nodded, freeing his cock from his suit pants. “I am a big sap for you, Pete – so I promise to do everything you want later.”

Peter gave a playful gasp. “A lab quickie, Mr. Stark?” He teased, turning around to bend over the lab desk, swaying his hips gently. "Just can't wait to have me, can you?"

“Guilty,” Tony admitted, not bothering to play any of their usual flirtatious games as he hastily lubed his fingers and worked them into Peter’s hole with relative ease. 

The effortless stretch was a perk from yesterday night’s events, which Peter found himself breathing a sigh of relief for, considering how quickly everything was heating up. He couldn’t hold back his moans from the push and pull of the hurried finger fucking. How could he? There was something so tantalizing about Tony's haste. He usually took his time with things, but this was different. Peter was convinced that the prototype dosage was too high, might not even be safe for consumption with how fast Tony was in getting his cock lined up with his entrance. 

Still, it was thrilling; the way Tony grabbed onto his hips and sank inside, breathing out that deeply satisfied groan that rang in Peter's ears like siren song. Pleasure shooting up his spine as Tony pushed right against his favorite spot – the spot that never failed to have him moaning with shaky legs and squeezed-shut eyes. Had him trembling as Tony began pistoning his hips, fucking into Peter’s tight heat with an unusual vigor, rapidly dragging against that bundle of nerves and making Peter see stars much faster than normal. 

“Oh my god, Tony!” Peter screamed, dropping his forehead onto the lab desk, his mind overrun with the sensation of his boyfriend’s cock. “It’s so good!”

“You too, baby, fuck-” Tony grunted, ceaseless in his thrusting, huffing out strained breaths with each forward flick of his hips. “You’re so good,” He mumbled out, brow furrowed, recklessly yanking against Peter’s waist. “Gonna come inside, baby.”

“Mhmm, please, please,” Peter whined, throwing his hips back to meet Tony in the middle, focused on getting his boyfriend off more than his own hardness hanging between his thighs. Once this prototype was out of his system, they could go to the penthouse, fuck nice and slow on Tony’s bed, or maybe he would make Tony watch this time. Yeah. That thought was enough to make him feel lightheaded, swimming in the pleasure of each rushed thrust.

And just as Peter lost himself in his thoughts, Tony brought him back to the present by bottoming out. The sound of his enraptured groan was more music to Peter’s ears. Made him release his own lust-drunk moan, trembling as Tony came, feeling the warmth of his cum hitting him deep inside, filling and… wait, filling?

Peter gasped, surprised that it wasn’t stopping, why wasn’t it stopping? 

“Tones, what’s-”

“Won’t… stop,” Tony muttered out between a taut breath, his hands rigid at Peter’s sides like his body was locking up.  “Fuck- sorry, Pete, I-”

Peter would be lying if he said panic wasn’t his first reaction, and his second. The flow of cum just wasn’t stopping. It felt fiery and heavy in his gut, a constant stream of pumps that flooded his stomach, building pressure against his abdomen. Panic might have been his third reaction too, because it was happening fast, so fast that Peter couldn’t even think to pull away. Not that he had anywhere to run. He was stuck between Tony and the desk, and all he could think about was how much pressure was on his belly as the cum continued to flow.

“I- I’ll pull- out.” 

Tony’s strained words were what brought on Peter’s fourth reaction: “Don’t!”

It surprised them both. Tony’s cock was still filling every crevice of Peter’s insides, causing his stomach to dome heavy from the gravity of being bent over. Yet, something about being helplessly pumped full of cum had Peter’s body buzzing with arousal, so Tony stayed buried inside until the very last drop forced its way out.

Tony took a deep breath, running a gentle hand up and down Peter's side, “You okay, baby? Your stomach is… it’s um… wow.” Tony was speechless as he trailed his fingers on the edge of Peter's belly. “I should pull-”

“Not yet,” Peter whined, desperately clinging to the full sensation as he reached a hand between his legs and began palming at his cock.

Tony inhaled sharp, probably working his way through his own chain of reactions as he rambled out, “Ok, that’s- wow, yeah, um- Pete, baby, let me, c’mere.” He leaned forward, pulling Peter upright with his cock still inside, reaching around to stroke his hand over Peter’s length.

“Tones,” Peter shuddered, his eyes flickering downward, finally getting a good look at himself – a good look at his stomach, the swell of it. Fuck. It felt so good. Too good. Shamefully good. A moan fought its way out of him, involuntary feedback to his torrid arousal mixing with the heady pleasure from Tony’s hand thumbing against the slit of his cock. He was close, barely able to feel the tension of his near orgasm amid the absolute stretch of his gut and the warm slosh of cum that did it. 

“Getting off from being all filled up by me, baby?” Tony whispered, catching Peter so off guard that his entire body flinched, tensing and untensing all at once.

“Uhn… Tony!” Peter moaned, coming ribbons against the lab desk, feeling high from the sensation of his own clenching, making the full feel even fuller. “Mmm… pull out, pull out,” He mumbled, wanting to feel the complete release in the midst of his climax.

And Tony quickly complied, pulling his cock away with a soft grunt, but keeping his hands steady on Peter’s waist as it all flowed out.

“Oh- oh my god, Tony,” Peter whimpered as it streamed down his thighs, drenching and pooling in his briefs and jeans where they sat around his knees, sopping into the fabric and leaving his inner thighs wet and sticky with Tony’s cum. 

As the swell slowly waned and Peter got used to the feeling of cum-soaked socks, he felt the embarrassment catch up with him because he was a little too into that; a little too desperate for it, a little too eager about it, a little too-

“So the prototype was a success, right?” Tony asked, causing Peter to abruptly turn around in surprise.

“You think so?” He grinned, feeling red in the face from his new found desires and the sheer amount of wetness on his legs. “You liked it too?”

“I might fine tune out the heart attack symptoms, but yes, Pete, I liked it,” He smiled. “A lot.”

“Ok, well, you know fine tuning usually requires iterative testing?”

Tony belted out a laugh, pulling Peter into a quick kiss, “Yes, we can do it again. Is that what you want me to say, hm?”

Peter smirked, “You said it first.”

-

I hope you enjoyed the fic! It turned out longer than I thought it would but the words finally came to me and voilà, smut! :D

[mizunetzu]

ok ok so my request 👉🏻👈🏻

it’s the most obvious thing but i have a full crush on bakugou, so can you please write about him x male reader, where the reader is like.. having nightmares or almost doesn’t sleep because of his quirk (idk like maybe he can hear something special or predict anything bad, doesn’t really matter) but feels safe around bakugou so he always falls asleep around him or even oN him and katsuki is like “😡(❤️)shit whatever” and the reader is kinda shy about that but totally ok with their friends being like “wow bro that’s kinda gay :> ” because he is comfortable with “oh that’s because i aM the gay✌🏻” and his classmates love him and everything and would never mock.. but one time someone from another class was really really rude bcs of that or said that katsuki hates it so the reader starts to avoid bakugou and bakugou geTS MAD about it because reader is just his and no one else’s >:0 maybe a little confession from him in the end, maybe some.. *gay coughing* angy k*ss from him

please make it angsty but with a fluffy ending please please and thank you very much in advance💙 sorry if it’s too big i can’t explain my thoughts properly thaha

Bruh I just realized how long this request is 💀💀 also look at me, writing it like decades after you requested it 😭 pls enjoy I’m actually quite proud of it (also isn’t that gif perfect hahah get it bc the prompt was abt like sleeping and bakugou’s sleeping and-yeah I’ll let u read now)

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Bakugou x reader - Angry Insomniacs

⚠️Warnings - mild arguing, it’s not that bad

Pronouns - male, he/him

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“Why are you always fuckin’ sleeping on me?”

It first started during the Sports Festival. The chicken race and cavalry battle really took a toll on (Y/n), and he was suffering harsh quirk drawbacks. That, being drowsiness.

Somewhere on the stands, (y/n’s) eyes grew heavier and heavier until he realized he had fallen asleep. He also didn’t realized until he woke up that no one disturbed him when he was near Bakugou. Be it fear, or just plain respect, (Y/n) seemed to get the best rest when he was with Bakugou. Not even Iida dared to wake him up when he dosed off on Bakugous shoulder.

He always made it a point to be in Bakugous vicinity when ever he could, taking naps with his head buried in his arms next to Bakugou at lunch, or having his head resting on his shoulder in the dorms.

“Oi! Don’t drift off on me!”

“Mm? Sorry, Bakugou.”

(Y/n) rubbed his eyes as he weakly pushed off the common room couch, stretching and yawning as he did so. “Can I sleep in your room tonight?”

“N-no, dumbass! Fuck kinda question is that, shit-for-brains?!”

“I’ll see you there later then, Bakugou.” (Y/n) gave a slight nod, Bakugou practically foaming at the mouth already, before trotting off the continue his nap in his own room.

Before heading to his room though, he walked into the kitchen to grab a post-nap time snack. Tsuyu, who was already digging in the fridge, stepped back so (Y/n) could grab whatever he wanted.

Tsu eyed (Y/n’s) slightly tousled hair. “Did you take another nap on bakugou-chan? Kero.”

(Y/n) hummed out a “yes.” Tsu hummed back in acknowledgment. Kaminari and Kirishima, unintentionally, started listening in from their place in the kitchen after hearing Bakugou being mentioned.

Tsuyu put a finger to her lip. “Ne, (Y/n)-chan, why do you always take naps on Bakugou-chan? It’s always him, kero, and you go out of your way to make sure it’s only him.”

“Why?” (Y/n) pulled off the carton of milk stubbornly hanging on to the fridge. “Because I like Bakugou. Duh. And I sleep better near people I like.

Kaminari gasped comically while Kirishima sputtered and choked on his words. Not just listening anymore, Kaminari but in. “L-like? Like, ‘like’-like?!”

Kaminari and Kirishima joined Tsuyu and (Y/n) near the fridge. (Y/n) nodded out an “mm-hm.”, whilst grabbing a cup from the cabinet.

“So you’re like...” Kirishima made wild, indecipherable, gestures with his hand. Eventually, after realizing no one was taking the hint, brought his voice down to a whisper.

“...like...gay..?”

“Yeah. Pretty much.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell us?!” Kaminari grasped at his blond hair. (Y/n) thought for a moment, poured himself a glass of milk, and shrugged.

“I don’t know. You never asked.”

“And you’re so comfortable just telling us now? Why, kero-kero?”

“Because I’m gay as fuuuuuck.” (Y/n) took a swig of milk like it was a shot of whiskey. “And it’s not like it was a secret or anything.”

“Though I don’t think Bakugou knows. He’s too angry about me sleepin’ on him all the time to actually care about me.”

(Y/n) polished off his glass of milk. He set the cup down gently into the sink. “Eh, it’s not like I actually care for what he thinks about me.”

“See ya, I’m gonna finish my nap.”

“Uh-bye”

“Bye-bye.”

“Bye, kero.”

———

(Y/n) yawned as his head lolled off of Bakugou’s shoulder. He hissed, dusting off his shoulder angrily.

“Go sleep somewhere else!”

“I’m just goin’ to the bathroom, Bakugou, I’ll be back. Keep your shoulder warm for me.”

(Y/n) weakly stood up from his chair, and sluggishly walked out of the cafeteria. Damn, his feet felt heavy. Maybe if he hurried to the bathroom, he’d get back in time to catch a few more minutes of sleep before Bakugou exploded on him or lunch ended.

(Y/n’s) shoulder accidentally caught on someone else’s, making him stumble back and rub his shoulder. Monoma tilted his chin up in a mocking fashion.

“Ara? Is that (L/n) (Y/n) from class 1-A I see?”

(Y/n) nodded, only half processing his words as he continued on his way to the bathroom. Monoma followed somewhat behind, spewing words and one-liners that went in one ear and out the other. That is, until,

“Honestly, you would’ve thought that angry blond kid would’ve told you by now”.

(Y/n’s) ear perked up. He halted to a stop, Monoma following suit and shoving his hands smugly in his pockets. “What’s this about Bakugou?”

“Oh? He really didn’t tell you, huh? That’s...” Monoma stifled a condescending snicker. “...surprising.”

(Y/n) stepped closer. “C’mon man, tell me what?”

Monoma sighed. “Well,”

“I heard that Mr. Blasty, matter-o-factly,” Monoma jabbed his pointer finger into (Y/n’s) chest. “Really, really hates it when you sleep on, or near him. Actually,”

“I think he just hates you in general.”

(Y/n) furrowed his brows. He’s lying. He’s lying. He likes him, doesn’t he? Bakugou likes him, or else he wouldn’t have lead him on for so long, right?

Because he wouldn’t let just anyone sleep on his shoulder...right?

“You’re lying.”

“Well, believe what you want, honestly,” Monoma made a show of crossing his arms dramatically. “But you should see the way he shit-talks and glares at you in you’re sleep. It’s not like he can push you off though, you’re ‘just so persistent you’ll never leave him the fuck alone’.”

(Y/n) shoved his hands in his pockets. Monoma raised his hands in defense. “His words, not mine.”

(Y/n) turned on his heel and began to speed walk to the bathroom. Monoma yelled out from his spot in the empty hallway.

“Oh? You don’t want to hear what he thinks about your little crush on him?”

(Y/n) froze. He was under the assumption that everyone but him knew, could he be wrong? He pressed his lips into a fine line, turning around as composedly as he could. Though, he couldn’t mask the fearful curiosity in his eyes.

Monoma grinned. It was an unpleasant, sarcastic grin, one that didn’t look peaceful or pleasing at all.

“Well, I doubt that there’s anything to to say at all, so does it really ma-“

“What...what does he say about me?” (Y/n’s) voice quivered. He knew he was falling into Monoma’s trap, that he was just trying to provoke him, that he was looking for any kind of reaction, but his curiosity got the best of him. It really did, because Monoma’s words stabbed spears into (Y/n’s) heart, word by word.

“Blasty thinks it’s fucking disgusting how you like him, like, as another dude. Like honestly, he thinks you take him for an idiot for thinking he actually didn’t know! And the fact you sleep so close to him know full well you want to get in his pants?! He thinks you’re a pervert! A lazy shit! A fag! Ahahaha!”

Monoma loud cackles were cut short when he suddenly slumped over. He sunk to the ground, revealing Kendo, holding one big hand up and the other to her waist. She most likely knocked Monoma out once she heard his condescending retorts from the cafeteria.

Kendo sighed, bending down the haul Monoma’s arm over her shoulder. Her heavy glare softened once she caught sight of (Y/n’s) buggy eyed face starting at the ground where Monoma was.

“Sorry...he didn’t say anything too harsh, right?” Kendo’s words were gentle, but they sounded practically inaudible to (Y/n’s) traumatized ears.

He wordlessly staggered past her, heading back into the cafeteria to grab his lunch and sit elsewhere. He supposed he wouldn’t bother Bakugou anymore. Since he’s so damn ‘persistent’, he figured he’d stop bothering him for the rest of the day.

He wished he wasn’t so curious about what Bakugou thought of him. Like people say, ignorance is bliss. He could’ve gone his whole high school career without knowing Bakugou hated his every being. How was he going to face him in class knowing every pointer glare, every scoff, every insult was genuine?

(Y/n) felt his throat tighten. For the first time in years, (L/n) (Y/n) was fully awake.

——

It was the first time in many months that (Y/n) didn’t sit in the seat next to Bakugou, napping in his presence. He’d done it every day no fail, that is until this week. Actually, this is the 6th consecutive day he didn’t take a nap at all.

(Y/n) sat placid in his assigned seat, eyes wide and trying to keep awake. He couldn’t sleep without thinking of Bakugou, and every time he did it was always him scoffing and turning his back on him.

Every few seconds, (Y/n) would jolt harshly in his seat, rocking back and forth like a drug addict in withdrawal. He stared at his desk with eyes that could kill someone, and he dug his hands into his forearms to keep himself somewhat awake.

He didn’t hear Kirishima calling his name until he snapped his fingers infront of his face. The snap rang like a gunshot, surprising (Y/n) from his trance so badly he jolted back like he got electrocuted. Kirishima raised an eyebrow.

“You...ok man...?”

(Y/n’s) dry eyes landed fixed onto Kirishima. He relaxed, and let out a breath he didn’t know he was taking. “M’fine...”

His voice cracked like it hadn’t been used for days. (Y/n) let his eyes drift back forward, hunching back over and huddling his body like he was trying to squeeze himself to death. When Kirishima gave him a skeptical glare and crossed his arms, (Y/n) let out a small “m’ just tired, that’s all...” and gave the most pathetic smile known to man.

“If you’re so tired,” Mina, rested her arms on the back of (Y/n’s) chair. “Why don’t you sleep on Bakugou like you do every morn-“

“NO! I-I can’t do that!” (Y/n) whipped his head back, gripping the back of his chair so hard his hand turned white. Mina and Kirishima flinched, noticeably caught off guard with his sudden outburst. “I...can’t...I can’t do that...”

(Y/n) suddenly looked very awake, contrasting the way he looked like he was struggling to keep his eyes open the whole time they were in class.

(Y/n’s) breath steadied as he shut his mouth awkwardly. “M’sorry...for yelling...didn’t mean to...”

(Y/n) scrubbed at his eyes. The rush of adrenaline was already wearing off. Mina set her dainty pink hand on (Y/n’s) hunched form. “Why not...?”

“I just can’t.”

(Y/n) said nothing more. He went back to his occasional jolts awake and scrubbing his heavy eyes every 2 minutes. Kirishima sighed, shaking his head towards Bakugou, before shrugging his shoulders then forming an ‘X’ with his hands.

Bakugou clicked his tongue angrily, turning and facing back forward in his seat.

——

(Y/n) was practically seeing stars by the end of hero’s class.

It was a relatively simple assignment, 1 on 1 sparring, but it caused a lot of quirk use.

He fought both his tired eyes and Midoryia, but ultimately failing due to his harsh quirk drawbacks. Midoryia barely had to break a sweat to have (Y/n) come toppling down.

(Y/n) was ushered back into the horde of students murmuring “don’t mind” and “you did great!”, but he just slithered past and stood a few feet away from them, all the way in the back of the field.

All might was explaining something (Y/n) couldn’t quite hear. Not only because he was standing so far away, but because his hearing had been considerably wonky, not to mention the hissing, ringing sound irritating his eardrums.

“Oi.”

And even if the ringing had stopped and he could hear, his brain was too tuckered out to remember anything past five seconds ago.

“Oi!”

Gosh, speaking of his brain-

“OI! SHIT-FOR-BRAINS! YOU GONNA KEEP IGNORING ME OR YOU GONNA TELL ME WHY YOU’VE BEEN AVOIDIN’ ME?!”

Bakugou set off a small explosion. The blast wasn’t nearly as loud or powerful as in combat, but to a tired mans ears, it sounded like nukes. The ringing in (Y/n’s) ears spiked, and he cupped his ears tightly.

“B-Bakugou, nows not-“

“OH, YOU TRYNA TUNE ME OUT BY COVERIN’ YOUR EARS NOW?!” Another explosion. Bakugou’s gauntlets had been out for repairs since his last hero training, so (Y/n) could clearly see the glowing red and yellow spark from his fist. The ringing spiked again. His vision burned with sparks.

(Y/n) winced, saying nothing, and brought his hands to rub at his eyes. Bakugou eyebrow twitched.

“STOP IGNORING ME!”

Bakugou brought his hand out, his gloved hand starting to glow red with his next explosion. (Y/n) couldn’t take it anymore.

He stumbled forward, and grabbed Bakugou’s wrist. He shoved it out of the way, but his hand still ignited and set off a blast that propelled them straight to the ground.

“G-get off-a me!” Bakugou tried pushing (Y/n) off with his free hand.

(Y/n) pinned Bakugou’s glowing right hand by the wrist, using his other to hold down his other shoulder. (Y/n) would’ve never done something as ballsy and stupid as this, but he was too tired, too done, too much in pain to care.

“What are you actually trying to say!? All that stupid extra yelling and petty insults, they get you fucking nowhere! Spit it out! Or does trying to intimidate every single fucking person you meet just self-satisfaction?!”

Bakugou growled. He grabbed at (Y/n’s) shoulders, pushing off of him and pinning (Y/n) to the ground in his place.

“Then what about you, huh?!” Bakugou was angrily spitting at (Y/n’s) face. “Why the fuck did you stop getting enough sleep for your quirk?! Are you just that dumb that you stay up at night?!”

“I don’t wanna hear it from a stupid fucker like you, who can’t even take care of himself!”

(Y/n) hissed. He freed his dominant hand from Bakugou’s vice grip and pushed at Bakugou’s face, grabbing a fistful of his hair. “All you ever do is shit talk! Shut up! No one thinks it’s fucking cool!”

“What the hell are you even talking about?!”

The two wrestled on the ground, angrily grabbing and tugging at each other, and rolling around on the floor. There were shouts of “get Aizawa-no, get midnight-sensei!” and “All might, stop them!”, but the two were so caught up in their fight they couldn’t hear anything.

“Can’t you ever learn to mind your fucking Business?!”

“What the fuck does that even have to do with this!”

(Y/n) flipped Bakugou over one more time. He pushed him down by the forehead, pushing his head down into the ground while Bakugou flailed and kicked from underneath him.

“SHUT UP! WHY DO YOU EVEN FUCKIN’ CARE, BAKUGOU?! WHY DO...w-why do...wh...”

A sweet, sweet smell flooded (Y/n’s) senses. It smelt relaxing, tantalizing, it smelled like sleep. It smelled like sleep. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to sleep so bad. Maybe he could just...

(Y/n) slowly sank from his spot on top of Bakugou, flopping on top of his body and going completely slack. Bakugou’s eyes widened, and he covered his nose.

Midnight strutted from above the two, waving away a few stray wisps of her mist. Bakugou hacked out a new breath, while (Y/n) laid on top of him, peacefully asleep for the first time in days.

“Well, it seems like you two already know without me saying it.” Midnight motioned over to two small robots carrying a stretcher. “I’ll just take him to recovery girl and he should wake up in-“

Bakugou pursed his lips and wrapped his arms around (Y/n’s) sleeping figure when Midnight extended her arm towards them. He tightened his arms around (Y/n).

“I’ll do it. S-since this piece of shit attacked me first and...I’ll just do it-!”

Midnight eyed him knowingly, before waving him off and mumbling something about ‘youth’.

——

(Y/n’s) eyes fluttered open. His body felt like it was broken in every way possible. It was so sore, it hurt even thinking about moving. (Y/n) laid there, with his eyes half open, contemplating whether or not he should close them again.

Would he be able to sleep, though? Even if he’d started sleeping near Bakugou as a ‘don’t-wake-me-up’ measure, it slowly stopped being just that and more a matter of he felt safe and comfortable around him. In a way, he’s become a bit dependent on him, which is probably a bad thing, but he didn’t care.

Sleeping with Bakugou felt best. But that wasn’t an option, now was it?

(Y/n) pursed his lips, an involuntary groan rumbling from his tired vocal cords. He continued staring at the blinding nurse office lights, staring until he saw spots in his vision.

“Stop doing that-do you wanna go fuckin’ blind?”

(Y/n) flinched. He hated the way that familiar, aggravated voice still stirred butterflies into his stomach. He glanced to his side, as if to make sure he wasn’t just hearing things.

He met eyes with Bakugou.

“Bout’ time you fuckin’ woke up. Been waitin’ forever, shit-for-brains.”

(Y/n) averted his eyes back up to the blinding floodlights. Bakugou scowled. “Oi! Don’t ignore m-“

“How long were you here for?”

Bakugou went silent. It was his turn to avert his eyes, albeit more angrily.

“...I was here since you fuckin’ fainted in class, idiot. I even carried your stupid body here from the dumbass carrier bots.”

(Y/n’s) eyes softened, unlike Bakugou’s, who glared at the floor just beside the chair he was sitting in. (Y/n) checked the big black clock mounted on top of Recovery Girl’s desk.

It was 6:00 pm.

If Bakugou was telling the truth, he’d been sitting there waiting for him to wake up for 4 hours straight.

“Bakugou-its been hours since class ended-you should be at the dorms by now-! Why did you-“

“Well if you told me why you suddenly started avoiding me we wouldn’t be here right now!”

(Y/n) let his mouth fall closed. Bakugou scoffed. “Well?!”

(Y/n) opened his mouth, but it clamped shut when Monoma’s words echoed in his mind. Bakugou looked at him with an expectant face.

“I can’t tell you.”

“WH-“ Bakugou sputtered angrily. “COURSE YOU CAN! THE FUCKS STOPPING YOU!”

“Nothing I-I just can’t!”

“WHY!? WHY NOT?!”

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!”

“OK AND?! I LOVE YOU TOO!”

“THEN WHATS THE PROBLEM HERE!” (Y/n) shouted, before he cupped his mouth in realization. Bakugou’s eyes went wide aswell. “Wait I didn’t mean that-“

“YEAH! WHATS THE FUCKIN PROBLEM HERE?!” Bakugou recovered from his initial shock, already back to yelling. (Y/n) furrowed his brows with a blush.

“Wh..wait so-“

“I LIKE YOU, YOU LIKE ME, SO WHY THE FUCK DID YOU STOP SLEEPING ON ME?!”

“Wait but...” (Y/n’s) voice was barely above a whisper. “Don’t you, y’know...not like it...when I do that-?”

“DUMBASS! WHERE’D YOU GET THAT FROM?!” It seemed like Bakugou got angrier and angrier each passing second. It was hard to tell what (Y/n) found so attractive about him.

“From...from Monoma...?”

Bakugou looked angrier than ever. (Y/n) raised an eyebrow. “YOU-I CAN’T BELIEVE-! I-! FUCK IT!”

Bakugou snarled and practically shoved his face onto (Y/n’s), angrily stealing his breath away with a kiss. The kiss, surprisingly, was soft and gentle, despite Bakugou’s previous intensity. It seemed to calm Bakugou down, and cheer (Y/n) up.

The two slowly parted for air. It was quiet for a second, something that rarely happened near Bakugou.

“I thought you hated me...”

“W-why the fuck would I hate you...dumbass.” Bakugou rested his forehead on (Y/n’s) shoulder. His spiky tufts of blond hair tickling (Y/n’s) face.

“Because Monoma said so...?”

“I’m gonna kill that bastard.” Bakugou snarled, climbing into the cot (Y/n) was in. He pushed (Y/n) back down into the pillow, pulling up the white blanket and laying down next to him. He guided (Y/n’s) head-a tad bit forcefully-to his chest. “...after we sleep.”

Bakugou shut his eyes, half irritated and half embarrassed, while (Y/n) chuckled tiredly. He nuzzled his head into Bakugou’s chest.

“Goodnight, Bakugou.”

——

Extra:

Monoma walked into class 1-B the next morning. He yawned, still a bit tired, when he ran straight into someone.

“Hey, copycat fucker.”

Monoma looked up. The class was empty, with no one but Bakugou standing infront of him.

Fuck.

Needless to say, Bakugou got another 3 days of house arrest.

——————

Bru this was so long ong

[goldenissues]

bad girl-georgenotfound x reader

summary- you’re a role model student, but recently, you’ve been misbehaving. teacher! george takes things into his own hands and puts you in his place

warnings/notes- smut, swearing, violence?, female receiving, insults

high achiever. that’s what you were. with your kind smiles as you pass by, your top grades, and anything anyone could wish for. you were pretty much always presentable, pretty much always on time, pretty much organised and pretty much pretty. and on the rare days when you were late or forgot a piece of homework, nobody would batt an eye, you were too reliable to worry.

however, it might’ve been this week when people found a notable change in your behaviour. perhaps it was the scowl plastered on your face, the bumping into people- which was very much on purpose- or the changes in things that came out of your mouth.

though, you still did what you did before, it felt threatening to people. you still gave your smiles (even though they made people uneasy when you did now), and you looked presentable, that hasn’t changed.

“y/n, you’re late,” you heard a stern voice behind you as you crept into class. rolling your eyes, you turned to face the taller male-mr.notfound. “good morning sir, how are you? great! right now i’ve got to-“ a smile laid on your face as you sarcastically greeted the older.

“y/n” he sighed, running a veiny hand through his fluffy hair, making the not already perfect strands of hair even messier, “you were a perfect student before; high grades, modal behaviour, neat organisation. what happened?”

you fought the urge to roll your eyes, instead giving him a bigger smile. you hated hearing those words, it’s always ‘what happened?’, “nothings happened, sir. i’m not sure what you’re taking about,”

his tongue poked the inside of his cheek, hesitant to speak for a minute or two before replying with a simple, “whatever y/n, get to your seat, copy what’s in the board,”

>>

you strutted out of class, on your way to the lunch queue when you got called midway from a familiar voice. “y/n,” you stopped in your tracks and huffed as you looked to the direction of the voice- mr. notfound. looking up with innocent eyes, “yes sir? is there something bothering you?” he gave a disappointed sigh, punching the bridge of his nose, “you know what’s wrong. it’s a shame, you’re well behaved in everything, yet you can’t make sure your skirt isn’t so high,”

you crossed your arms, leaning all your weight onto one hip as you gave him the most annoyed look you could muster, “i don’t see why it bothers you so much, sir,” he raised a brow. you’ve never had a good view of mr. not found, especially because of the communication between you and him.

“unroll your skirt,” you glared at him, clearly annoyed at the interaction. still glaring at him, you rolled it up once higher. watching as his breath slightly hitched in his throat, he made eye contact with you again, his eyes holding an emotions you couldn’t quite uncover. “i’ve told you once and i’ll tell you again, unroll your skirt,” you brought a finger to your chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “hm.. no”

“you’re such a bad girl..” mr. notfound muttered, continuing to look you up and down, it sent butterflies to your stomach. however you quickly got back into the right mind, ‘he’s your teacher y/n’, you thought.

“if i see you later with your skirt still so high, it’s going to be a punishment,” you huffed and carried on walking down the corridor, giving him no response.

perhaps you had simply forgot what he said. oh honestly, did it really matter that much? it was only a skirt length, it wasn’t your fault if people found it distracting, i mean it’s not your fault your so attractive. hah.

gliding your finger along the lockers as you headed to the changing rooms. bag trailing across the floor by the way you lazily wrapped your fingers around the strap. you were late to cheerleading again. wow, well done y/n, gold star! eh, you couldn’t care less. as you carelessly strutted down the corridor you unknowingly muttered about how senseless mr. notfound was, “i mean it’s not my fault i’m so hot-“

“tsk tsk, y/n l/n, what a bad little girl,” you stopped in your tracks from pure startles, shooting your head up to the voice, mr. notfound. no matter the effort you made to cover it, mr. notfound truly did frighten you, and the same could go for mr. wastaken. perhaps it was that they made you feel so small and intimidated that you tried to switch it, protesting to their orders.

“what are you doing here so late,” he asked, leaning against the wall with the poster that read “believe in yourself’. you swallowed your nerves in your throat you didn’t even know were there, “i was heading to cheer sir,”

the brunette looked you up and down, staring at your skirt and legs, before looking up to you with a disappointed sigh, “i see you haven’t fixed your skirt, what do you think mr. wastaken will think about this,”

you gulped, internally panicking and unsure of how to reply, “i’m not sure what you’re taking about sir,” you batted innocent eyes, smiling politely up at him. tutting, he leant back of the wall, rubbing his temple in irritation, “you’re so disobedient. i’m afraid you won’t be attending cheer today,”

suddenly, you furrowed your brows, “what? huh?” he grinned and walked closer towards you, close enough to hear his breathing, “you’ve got a detention,” his husky voice spoke into your ear. god his voice made your face as red as a cherry.

“why?” there wasn’t really a point in asking why, you had been gone downhill for the last few weeks: not following orders, turning up late to lessons, being rude and sarcastic. “come on,” mr. not found started walking down the hall, you following close behind.

you were angry, you didn’t like school, but the only things keeping you going was cheerleading, no matter the times that you pretend to hate it. school is shit, you hate it and everything about it: the rules, the students, the lessons, the food, the teachers -well, mr. notfound and mr.wastaken certainly didn’t bat your eye.

yeah you hated them, how they were constantly telling you off, but god they were hot. sometimes you so desperately want them to bend you over their desks and fuck you till you can’t remember your own name.

anyways, you were in a bad mood, you had been looking forward to cheer (even though you were running late) and mr. notfound had to ruin it. huffing and puffing, you glared at any walking students. one girl walked past, looking so fucking happy, and you decided this was the right time to ruin her mood just like yours has been ruined. stopping in your tracks as she stopped at her locker, you yelled at her, “that skirt is so fucking ugly makes me want to puke, are you thick in the head or what?”

“y/n.” the man called sternly, giving you a look to stop. well, that look turned to annoyance once you flipped him off. taking a step closer to the girl who already looked upset, “aw, you gonna cry?” you sarcastically asked, giving a fake look of aw, “pathetic little bitch,”

“y/n, stop it. come over-“ “shut the fuck up sir, i’m not going to your stupid little detention,” turning to glare at him, gritting your teeth, only to earn a look of amusement. “oh so you find this funny? bitch,”

mr.notfound gave you a long, hard stare -intimidatingly long, before striding beside the girl and bending down slightly to her eye level. you watched with a weird feeling coursing through you as him and the girl talked about something, the girls face turning red as a tomato. it wasn’t a surprise really- almost every girl in this school had a crush on him, and well, you couldn’t say anything bad as you were one of those girls.

it wasn’t your fault when you swung at her after she gave you a cocky smirk. she grabbed her cheek, gasping dramatically, before forcing tears out of her eyes. “you little bitch!” you screamed, hitting her again. you didn’t stop trying after sir picked you up with force and pulled you away further down the corridors.

as he frustratedly headed to his office, you couldn’t help but think about how it felt being carried by him. yeah you had done something bad, but god this felt good.

“why can’t you just behave?” he muttered through gritted teeth. you didn’t answer, didn’t think it was your time to talk, didn’t think it was the right moment to give him a bitchy answer. “you were such a good girl before, now you’re punching people as they walk by,”

“i’m sorry sir,” you replied as he sat you down on his desk, walking over to his cupboard. you really were sorry, you didn’t know what had gotten into you recently. though you were sorry, you didn’t regret anything.

as you watched sir rummage through his cupboard, eyebrows furrowed, a trickling down your lower face had become incredibly noticeable. brushing your hand over your nose, you were met with blood -fuck, a nose bleed. it was probably when the girl swung back, but you didn’t notice it. mr. notfound walked over to you with a box of tissues in his hand. leaning in, he grabbed your chin and held tightly as he brushed the soft tissues over the blood. something about this sent a flutter between your legs; perhaps it was his concentrated face mixed with anger, or maybe it was the way he handled you, the way he touched you.

“you’ve been naughty,” he breathed out. breath so close to my neck that it sent butterflies to my stomach, “gonna have to punish you,” the look on his face told you he wasn’t kidding, and the way he didn’t move away from you to put the tissues in the bin, just throwing them into it from where he was.

silence is what surrounded the room, your faces inches away from each other, hungry looks on both. the only thing that broke the silence through time was the breathing that became heavier. and as he smashed his lips onto yours, you kissed back. it was hot, needy, it felt perfect. the messy movement of his lips on yours left you whining in his mouth.

“fuck, you don’t realise what you do to me,” he pulled away slightly, still practically sharing breath. you felt his hand land on your thigh, before feeling him rub it in a circular motion with his thumb. he kissed you again, open mouth, if it was anyone but him you would’ve been grossed out, but god he made this so hot.

you couldn’t imagine what someone would think if they walked in whilst you were messily making out, his hand on your chin grasping tightly with the other massaging the skin on your thigh. he pulled away again, kissing at your face, “the way you prance around in this tiny skirt, you make me so horny, i bet you make everyone else feel like this as well,”

you shook your head, “no sir, only for you, all for you,” as he kissed and sucked at your neck, you felt his smirk plastered on his face against your skin.

you moaned as he sucked at a certain piece of skin, “can’t keep quiet, want everyone to hear how much of a slut you are?” you wasn’t sure how to respond, if you were to say no you would be lying. you wanted people to hear how you were making out with your teacher, you wanted to make the girls jealous. so, all you could do was timidly look away from his gaze.

you gasped as you felt a strong hand grab your black tie and yank it towards him, snapping you to look in his eyes, “look at me when i’m talking to you,” george gravely quipped, glaring at you.

out of nowhere, you felt the sudden urge to be a brat again, not the smartest idea but it would be interesting, “i don’t want to look at you,” you snarked back, watching as his eye brows furrowed and his tongue poked the inside of his cheek. hand still tight on your tie, forcing you to painfully look up from the height and the difference of you sitting and him standing over you. “stand up.” he demanded

“no.” suddenly, you felt a harsh slap to your cheek, before your face was pulled up to be inches away from his,

“fucking stand up brat,” his tone was deep and husky, it awoken something inside you. but, being the stubborn person you are, you shook your head. he yanked you up by your waist, then slammed you against the nearest wall.

his warmth engulfed you as he so quickly slammed his lips back onto yours, spreading through you like an infectious disease, however, this disease would be one you want to never leave. he pulled you closer to him from your waist, leaning burning fingerprints every inch his hands touched.

this kiss was not much different from the ones just before, but for some strange reason, this one felt more forceful, daring, one that got you more worked up. as he attached his lips to your neck, quickly exploring more and more of your body, you were well aware you were not leaving that room without bruises. despite being as aware of it as can be, you couldn’t help but want to carry on being bratty.

and as the buttons to your shirt came undone annoyingly slow, you became more and more impatient. “hurry up, if you can’t teach well atleast be able to make me feel good,”

he pulled away, still close enough you could feel every exhale, so close you watched his jaw clench and face so desperately trying not to show just how angry he was right now. it was peculiar that you still persisted to stay bitchy, there really was no need for you to act like this, and you both were fully aware, but you wanted to rile him up, wanted him to know you don’t give up easily, wanted him to earn this from you. in hindsight, that was probably it the brightest idea and you you became aware of that the longer he started into your eyes.

“oh i’ll make you feel good,” he muttered through gritted teeth, “and you’ll fucking like it, so don’t tell me to hurry up,”

with that, he pulled your shirt off, hands immediately going to your back, desperately fiddling with the clasp off your bra as you innocently looked up at him, acting like you weren’t just pissing him off, “your so fucking annoying,” he murmured, the clasp loosening as he pulled the fabric down your arms, leaning you bare chested.

“your acting like i don’t turn you on just by walking around school sir,” you retorted, as he rolled one of your nipples through his long fingers, smiling sweetly whilst he scoffed, however mesmerised by how beautiful you looked.

“remember what you’re saying whilst you’re begging to cum and i say no,” he whispered into your ear, before moving his mouth to circle his tongue around your other nipple, and both of you noticed the goosebumps that covered your skin in that few seconds.

right as you were about spit another retort, syllables falling down your throat and being replaced with a choked moan as you felt his hands sneak their way under your short skirt that pretty much started this whole thing.

gripping your thighs, taking in exactly how the skin felt with his hands over them. you felt your heart almost beat out of your stomach as you felt a hand get closer to your leaking heat, barely covered by your damp panties. “and with how your acting your probably not wet right now. isnt that right?”

and you couldn’t mange to say a word as you felt his middle finger run over your panties, barely ghosting your clit, leaving you wanting more contact. his pointer finger caught onto the side of the fabric, pushing it aside, leaving just enough space for his middle finger to feel the juices that so guilty poured out of you. his touch felt so cold compared to your heat, leaving you so embarrassed as he coats his finger in you before slowly pulling away, catching your eyes with a smug smirk whilst doing so.

“oh? oops,” he chuckled, “looks like i was wrong,”

without a second to respond, his fingers shoved themselves inside you, leaving you whimpering from sudden pleasure. you almost collapsed if it wasn’t for him holding your waist with one hand as he roughly pumped them in and out of you, leaving lewd noises to spill out of your lips. drops of wetness spill down your thighs, he still persistently works his magic through your wet underwear, thumb sneaking to rub tight circles on your clit. and you couldn’t stop yourself as a moan left your red lips, music to his ears, and his smug smile grew bigger. you can’t help letting out noises when he made you feel this good, but of course, you couldn’t let him know that, couldn’t let him know that he made you feel heavenly. everytime he pumped his fingers, everytime they subtly brushed over your clit, it left you twitching.

y

s-sir, sir fuck! please i’m-!” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before his fingers ripped out of you, the pleasure disappearing into thin air, taken from you. as you stare at him, your hands having a mind of their own, moving down to your heat out of instinct, but being grabbed and pinned above your head before you could reward yourself with pleasure.

“don’t you fucking dare. what happened to the brattiness? you come when i give you permission,” both of you are well aware that you’re brattiness has been taken away from you when you don’t reply, just look into his eyes and nod, swallowing your nerves. and that’s when his smirk grew bigger, he loves this.

you watch as he unbuttons his dress shirt, throwing it pulls and he pulls his trousers and boxers down, exposing his throbbing, sizeable cock that sent a pit to your stomach. his eyes catch sight of you as your practically drooling over him, and he does nothing but smirk as your eyes meet.

“get on a desk, all fours, unless you don’t want to be pleasured,” and you comply, pulling your panties and skirt down leaving you in nothing but a tie and thigh highs, climbing onto a desk, legs trembling. you watch as he unbuttons his dress shirt, throwing it off and he pulls his trousers and boxers down, exposing his throbbing, sizeable cock that sent a pit to your stomach. his eyes catch sight of you as your practically drooling over him, and he does nothing but smirk as your eyes meet.

he moved behind you, “i won’t be gentle,”

SORRY I DIDNT FINISH IT. i started writing this months ago but now i’ve kinda left the fandom and i’m never gonna finish this so here it is. you can imagine the rest.

new obsession: it (novel and book) ✅

new person to obsess over: jaeden martell 😍😍

i’m probably gonna post it oneshots and maybe stranger things fluff.

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If I Fell For You (Part 6) - Best Friends

Summary: While out with Jensen and some of his new co-stars, the reader bumps into her father again. This time Jensen knows the truth though and nearly starts a fight. After calming him down, the reader and he have an impromptu date that ends up with Jensen sharing a secret about himself...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 4,800ish

Warnings: language, angst, body insecurities, scars, smut (oral), mention of a dead parent

A/N: I love all of this part so much! Enjoy!

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The room was toasty warm when you woke the next morning. It took a split second to remember you weren’t in your room and that there was a warm body next to you. Your did a tiny stretch and felt a weight over your waist. It pulled you closer and you smiled, lazily opening your eyes.

“Good morning sunshine,” he said, hair spiked up every which way, green eyes big and sleepy. 

“Morning,” you said, shutting your eyes again and nuzzling him.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t be any more adorable in the mornings, I get to see you waking up,” he said. He played with a piece of your hair and you threw your arm over his waist, holding onto him. “You’re so fucking cute.”

“Cuddle buddies, remember?” you mumbled.

“I’m down for that,” he said. He squeezed you and giggled, kissing your forehead until you turned your head upwards. “Hi.”

“Hi handsome,” you said. He pecked a kiss on your lips, a trio of feet running down the hall. 

“The vultures are awake. Prepare for impact.”

“What?” you said, the door opening and three very small bodies climbing up on the bed.

“Y/N, what are you doing in daddy’s bed?” asked Arrow.

“Don’t you guys want to sleep in for like once?” asked Jensen. He pulled her down to his other side, Zeppelin doing a dive right between you and Jensen, while JJ plopped down behind you. A pillow was knocked over his face as the twins started crawling over him, Jensen chuckling and pushing it out of the way. His face poked out just as JJ started to jump behind you, a little smile there. “Welcome to my Sunday mornings.”

“Glad I was invited this time,” you said. He was about to speak when he squeezed his eyes shut and bent his body in half.

“Zeppelin,” he grit out. “No jumping on daddy’s lap, remember?”

“Oh. I forgot,” he said.

“Who wants pancakes this morning?” you asked. All three shot their hands up and you smiled. “Well you better go brush your teeth if you want some. Go on guys.”

They ran off the bed and out of the room, Jensen laughing when you moved the pillow away.

“Think you’ll survive?” you asked. 

“That kid is single handedly going to guarantee I can’t have more children,” he chuckled. He sat up and stared at you, looking you over. 

“That’s not a conversation for right now.”

“No, it’s not. But...are you interested in your own?” he asked.

“My mom didn’t have my blood but she was still my mom. I don’t need to make a kid to love it,” you said.

“I know. I wonder is all.”

“I’m not sure.”

“Okay,” he said softly.

“Are you, in more?”

“I don’t know. I’m almost 43, in like a month. I don’t want to…I don’t want to have a kid so late in life that they see me go early in their life, you know? That’d be cruel to do.”

“You got a lot of road ahead of you. You’re not like seventy, dude.”

“I know. Everything this year just…it’s just one more kid someday that’s gonna get hurt,” he said.

“It’s one more kid to love too though. Let’s talk about this much, much further down the line, okay?”

“Okay with me,” he said. You rolled out of bed and he followed after, holding his hands over himself. 

“You need an ice pack?” you asked.

“No, I’m good,” he said. “He’s a little...up this morning is all.”

“Oh I noticed,” you said. His cheeks went pink and you laughed. “Dude. Morning wood is normal.”

“Oh. Good. I thought maybe considering what you told me last night it might have...bothered you,” he said.

“I don’t got a problem with dicks or sex. I got a problem with people invading my personal space with them without my consent,” you said. “We cool?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna take care of this. I’ll be down in a second,” he said.

“Have fun,” you said, winking as you headed out.

“The view of you in my clothes is not helping,” he said. You swayed your hips and heard him groan. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

“I sure hope so,” you laughed. You changed into some fresh clothes in your room, something comfortable for the day before you jogged downstairs and found the three of them watching cartoons. “Okay. So who wants to help make breakfast?”

Two Weeks Later

“Shopping buddy!” said Antony when you and Jensen found your way over to the table where he and a few of Jensen’s other new cast mates were getting a drink and some food.

“Wow you really are too adorable when you’re not playing a psychopath,” you said, sliding into the booth beside him, getting a hug. “Hi. I’m Y/N, his shopping buddy.”

“Erin, Karl,” said Jensen. “Don’t you have a super huge crush on Karl, Y/N?”

“Yours is bigger,” you said, a waiter bringing over a pair of drinks and setting them down. You were about to order when you looked at the man and rolled your eyes. “You gotta be kidding me.”

“We’d like a new waiter. Now,” said Jensen. He stared at you and then Jensen before nodding and leaving.

“What was that about?” asked Erin.

“That was my father. We’re not on good terms,” you said. 

“Gotcha. So how’s a pretty girl like you end up with this ugly?” said Karl. 

“Aw, he thinks you’re pretty,” teased Jensen.

“I got eyes for you too, Jensen. Don’t be jealous,” he chuckled.

“Later guys,” said Jensen, arm over your shoulder as you headed for your car a few hours later. “Thanks for going. I’m still getting to know everyone.”

“I had fun. I like your new friends. I’d like to get to know Jared more when we’re back home.”

“Really?” he asked with a soft smile.

“He’s your best friend. You talk to the guy everyday. He’s important to you.”

“Yes he is. I’d definitely love for you guys to get along.”

“Me too,” you said, arm around his waist. 

“Y/N,” you heard behind you and froze, Jensen already spinning around and pushing you behind him.

“Buddy stay the fuck away from her. I’m serious,” said Jensen.

“That’s my daughter,” he said.

“I’d rather die than hurt my daughters unlike some people. Get your piece of shit ass away from us,” said Jensen.

“Y/N, I got help,” he said, looking past Jensen. “I did.”

“Do I look like I care?”

“Y/N-” he said, trying to get around Jensen and earning a shove for it instead. 

“I told you to back off.”

“Hey,” you heard from outside the restaurant, Jensen’s co-stars walking down from where they were waiting for their ride. “What’s going on here?”

“Leave,” Jensen told your father again.

“I want to talk to-”

“Excuse me but I think our friends asked you to leave them alone,” said Antony. You swallowed and noticed people starting to look. The last thing you needed was this turning into a fight and all of them ending up on the front of TMZ.

“Dad,” you said, brushing past Jensen. “Stay the fuck out of my life. Come near me again and I’ll call the cops.”

“I am sorry for what happened.” Jensen growled and you put a hand on his chest, pushing him back.

“You want to make it up to me?” you asked. “Move to Alaska, somewhere I’ll never have to see your face again.”

“Y/N-”

“Leave and never, I mean never, come back.”

He went back into the restaurant and you took a deep breath, glancing down.

“Sorry about that,” you said.

“You guys good?” they asked and you nodded. “Jensen?”

“Yeah I’m good. I’ll see you guys at work,” he said. You pulled him away and down the sidewalk, holding his hand tightly. “Don’t step in front of me like that.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want you near him. Ever.”

“Forget about him. Please. We had fun tonight. That’s all I want to focus on.”

“Okay,” he said when you got to the crosswalk. He pulled you into his side and kissed your temple.

“You’re shaking,” you said.

“I’m freaking out a little bit to be honest,” he said. You hugged him and walked across the street, pulling him into a bar. You found a quiet table in the corner and got him an old fashioned, leaving him seated while you got an order of pretzels too. 

“Eat this,” you said, placing the basket of warm soft dough in front of him. He picked one up and ripped it apart, dipping it in mustard and then the cheese.

“This is really good,” he said. You pulled off his hat and carded your fingers through his hair, Jensen glancing down. “I’m sorry. I should be taking care of you right now.”

“I’m okay and I happen to like taking care of you. Always have,” you said. He nodded and rested his head on your shoulder, eating quietly as you listened to an in house band play on the other side of the bar. “I like this place. It’s kinda quaint.”

“Try some,” he said, holding up the pretzel. You took a bite and hummed. “S’good.”

“Very good. You feel like you calmed down some.”

“I thought he might hurt you. I was so fucking angry it scared me.”

“But you still listened to me and calmed down for me. I’m not gonna be mad that you want to protect me from him.” 

“I feel like I can’t do anything to protect people I care about anymore.”

“Did she ever have to force you to relax?”

“Hm?”

“Your wife. Did she make you take time off or relax or have a lazy day?” you asked. 

“Yeah. How’d you know that?”

“I think your life has been so busy for so long you forget to have the quiet moments to yourself, even though I think that’s truly what you enjoy. I think you had more fun tonight than you would have without me because new people make you nervous. I think you were thrown on pause for so long after the accident that you didn’t realize that you can’t ever go back to how it was, no matter how much you want it to. You need to take more time for you Jensen. The fate of the world doesn’t rest on your shoulders. You can sleep in. You can take a day for yourself and not constantly be with the kids for hours and hours on end. You can take a second to breathe. You gotta. I’m okay. Even if something had happened tonight, it’s not the end of the world.”

He lifted his head up and blinked a few times at you. His hand cupped your cheek and he kissed you, tasting like bourbon and mustard, something different about it this time. Something possessive, something softer. 

“Better?” you asked, stroking his cheek.

“I’m better,” he said, turning into the touch. “You scare me most of all, you know.”

“Why?”

“Cause this is either going to turn out really good or really bad and I’m so fucking tired of being scared.”

“Don’t be,” you said quietly. He swallowed and you looked him up and down. “You’re my best friend. I don’t want you to be scared of me.”

“You’re my best friend too,” he said, nodding and taking a deep breath. You scooted closer and hugged him, Jensen returning it for a long moment. You sat back against the corner and turned him to lean back against you, both of you watching over towards where the band played. He sipped on his drink and you played with his hair, picking at the pretzel while you held him. “Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, honey,” you said, kissing the top of his head. “That’s my job.”

He tilted his head back and looked up at you with the biggest green eyes you’d ever seen, a warm feeling filling you. You bent down and kissed him, Jensen grinning by the time you were straightening yourself out. 

A few minutes went by and some more, Jensen ordering a few more drinks and food while you used the bathroom. You returned to your table and picked at fat mozzarella sticks and chicken wings, sipping on a way too expensive scotch while you listened to the band play, tucked away in Jensen’s side. 

“Can I admit something?” he asked while you dunked a cheese stick into a tiny cup of marinara. “I kinda like this more than our date a few weeks ago. Our dress up one. Don’t get me wrong, you were gorgeous but this is kinda perfect all things considered.”

“I’m a cheap date Ackles. Give me some bar food, some music and a cuddle and I’m a happy girl,” you said. You held up your stick and he bit off the end before you popped the other piece in your mouth. “I like this date too. Found out I’m your best friend and all.”

“Do you wanna…” he trailed off. You turned your head up and saw the look in his eye. You nodded and smiled, the two of you getting into your coats and heading outside. You barely caught the name of the bar before Jensen was pulling you after him down towards the car. 

He turned up the heat when you were inside and drove out of the city, finding a quiet and dark little field not too far from the house. 

“Um, I wasn’t...expecting this,” he said. You smirked and sat back in your seat, Jensen turning off the car but leaving the heat running. “I don’t even know what I’m…”

“I’ve never made out in the back of a car before,” you said with a shrug. “I’ve also never made out in the back of a car with you either so…”

“I was thinking something more…” he said, taking a deep breath.

“I’m not on birth control,” you said. 

“I’m not having sex with you for the first time in the back of a car. I have more class than that,” he chuckled. You unbuckled your seatbelt and shrugged out of your coat, leaning over as he backed up against his door. 

“If you’re not ready for this, tell me and I’ll stop,” you said. He nodded and you put a hand on his chest, unzipping his coat. Your hand rested on his lower stomach, just over his belt and he shut his eyes.

“Wait,” he said. You sat back and he sat forward in his seat again, pressing his hand over his stomach. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” you said. You kissed his cheek and sat back in your seat, sticking your arms in your jacket. “Seriously, don’t over think it.”

“I want to. Shit I want to do all sorts of things with you in that backseat. But I need to show you something first and it’s better at home if you find out.”

“Okay,” you said. “Let’s go home then.”

Twenty minutes later the babysitter was gone and you were watching Jensen peel off his shirt in his bedroom, back to you. He dropped his jeans and kicked them aside, turning around in his boxer briefs. He started to pull them down when you shook your head.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“No. I think I’m wearing too many clothes is all.” You turned and took off your top, your face hot as you slipped off your leggings. You dropped them to the ground and straightened up, taking deep breaths. You’d been naked in front of your ex before plenty. But Jensen was just so damn handsome and his body was…

“Y/N,” said Jensen, close behind you but not touching you. “You okay?”

“Didn’t really think through the you seeing me basically naked thing,” you said. He lightly tapped your arm and you spun around, forcing your head up. 

“Basically naked you is hot,” he said, cupping your cheek. 

“I have a stomach,” you said.

“So do I,” he said, patting his own. “You are beautiful, Y/N. Believe me when I say it.”

You nodded and started to relax, Jensen tensing up again though.

“What did you want to show me?” you asked. He walked over to the bed and glanced at it. You took a seat and he shut his eyes, taking a beat before he pushed down his underwear. A thick pink scar ran over his skin and curled down to his leg.

“One of my arteries was damaged in my hip, leg, groin, whatever area, when part of the car kinda...went in me. It’s um...it’s fine now but the scar is…I’m kinda...self-conscious about it...”

“Can I?” you asked. He nodded and you reached out your hand, Jensen opening his eyes as you touched the end closest to his hip. You traced your finger over it and down, curving it back around and to the top of his thigh.

“I know it’s ugly but laser scar removal can be a bitch to deal with, especially down there. I-”

“I love it.”

“What?”

“Scars mean you survived. I’m really happy you survived so yeah, I love it. I don’t give a fuck if you have scars, Jensen. You’re so handsome and attractive and this is not ugly. This is part of you and nothing about you is ugly.”

“It’s not attractive though,” he said, putting his hand over it. You put yours over his and moved it aside.

“You’re standing in front of me naked and you think this scar is what I’m thinking about?” you asked. 

“I haven’t done this with someone new in almost twenty years,” he said. “I’m nervous.”

“Me too. But I meant what I said. It’s just a scar, Jensen. I got ‘em. You got ‘em. I’m attracted to you but that sure as shit ain’t why I like you.” You gently thumbed over the skin and he rested his hand on yours, tracing over it with you this time. “Come here.”

He sat down and you knelt up on your knees, cupping his cheek and kissing him. He sank back and moved towards the middle of the bed, never breaking apart from you. 

“Relax,” you said against his ear. “This is gonna be fun. I promise.”

“Can I take off your bra?” he asked. You nodded and he shook his head. “Why do I feel like I’m doing this for the first time?”

“It is the first time like this. So we’ll move at your speed, okay?”

“How do…” he said, shutting his eyes. He fisted his hands in the sheets and you wrapped your arms around him, Jensen resting his head on your shoulder. “I don’t want to...do certain things bother you?”

“Like…” you said, Jensen taking a deep breath. He lifted his head and looked at you, pursing his lips.

“Do things having to do with sex scare you? I don’t need details or why but with what happened to you I don’t want to frighten you or do something stupid.”

“You’re too sweet,” you said. You stroked his cheek and shook your head. “I’m okay. Trust me. I’ve probably done kinkier shit than you have.”

“Y/N.”

“I’m not scared of you, Ackles. I’ve had all the time in the world to work through that stuff. If you want to take off my bra and leave it at making out in bed naked, that’s fine. If you want to go further, that’s fine too. I’m not pushing you into anything. Ever. I literally can’t imagine being in your position. Take all the time-”

“Why…” he breathed out, resting his forehead against yours, hot breath fanning over your mouth. “Why are you so patient with me? You’re thirty. You could have anyone you want. Why would you want me?”

“Because you’re my best friend, Jensen. You’re the only one I do want.”

He leaned forward, hand sliding up to the back of your neck as he pressed his lips to yours. He slowly took charge of it and you let him, Jensen guiding you to lay back. You kept softly kissing him, matching his pace and cupping his face, running your fingers through his hair. A finger grazed your shoulder and then the other. You moved your arms out of the bra straps, reaching up for him again. You sat up as best you could, Jensen reaching behind you and undoing the clasp before tossing it aside. He didn’t move lower though, just kissed you lazily until he rolled back onto the mattress, pulling you to lay on top of him.

You shifted back and heard him groan when you nudged the tip of his cock. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled, Jensen shaking his head.

“Take off your underwear,” he murmured.

“Jensen I don’t like to have sex unless I’m on birth control. It’s just a-”

“Of course not. There are other things we can do if that’s okay?” he asked. You nodded and rolled to the side, shimmying out of your underwear. He slid down the bed and ran his hands up your thighs, a shiver trickling down your spine. 

“What are you thinking?” you breathed out.

“Wonder how you taste,” he said, licking his lips.

“Are you sure you want to?” you asked. He nodded and you returned it. He leaned down and spread your legs out, large hands sliding up and down your inner thigh, getting closer and closer each time. “What are you doing?”

“S’called foreplay sweetheart,” he said, hands gliding up over your hips and giving a gentle squeeze.

“Jesus Jensen. I was not expecting this from you.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Fuck no.” He smirked and inched his fingers closer and closer to you, teasingly leaving kitten kisses over your hip. Painfully slow he made his way down, dipping his head down and swiping his tongue over your clit. He was soft and gentle at first but he increased the pressure when your legs wrapped over his back.

His hands pinned your hips down to the bed, your own wandering to his hair and running through it. He was very good and when he sucked you fisted his short strands, Jensen doing it over and over while still working his tongue. 

Your legs squeezed him as your orgasm snuck up on you, sharp and powerful. You moaned when the feeling died down but Jensen didn’t let up for a beat.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” you said, another orgasm tearing through you. You yelped and threw a hand over your mouth, this one even better than the last. You breathed hard as Jensen finally pulled back, smirking as he pulled his hand away from your mouth. 

“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself,” he teased.

“I think you short circuited my brain,” you breathed out, staring at the ceiling. You giggled and he joined you, laying a hand over your waist. “How the fuck did you get me to come twice. That’s literally never happened outside of some alone time.”

“You find that groove, you stay in it,” he smirked. “You taste excellent by the way.”

“You’re a fucking dirty boy under that soft little face and I’m kinda super hot for it,” you said. He chuckled and you sat up, staring down at him. “Can I return the favor?”

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Do you want a condom?”

“You clean?” you asked. He nodded and you smiled. “You okay with me not using one?”

“Yeah. Just don’t expect me to last long.”

You smiled and kissed him before you scooted down the bed. He was hard and leaking a bit of precome when you gently wrapped a hand around the base of him. He tensed up and you flicked your gaze up but he took a deep breath.

“I’m good,” he said. You licked your lips and ducked your head, taking the head of him into your mouth. He breathed harder and you stilled, waiting until he was calmer before you moved your tongue around. You didn’t stroke the rest of him, merely gave him a few teasing touches while you bobbed an inch or two, lightly hollowing your cheeks. He let out soft sighs and quiet grunts that spurred you to take more of him in. You moved lower and faster, swiping your tongue over his head. He started to throb and you sucked hard, Jensen groaning before he came. You pulled off after a moment and swallowed, wiping off your lip with your thumb and sucking it clean. 

“How was that?” you smirked, Jensen throwing his arm over his face. He didn’t seem to be enjoying his post-orgasmic glow though and you tried pulling his arm away. “Hey, you okay? Was it too much?”

“No,” he said, flopping his arm down and staring up at you. “It felt great. I just...I came so fucking early.”

“When’s the last time you had a blowjob?”

“Well over six months. I still-”

“Coming early ain’t a bad thing to me,” you said. “Shit I came after like five minutes which doesn’t happen like, ever. I just care that you had fun.”

“I did,” he said, a smile coming onto his face. “I liked that little under the tip thing you were doing with your tongue.”

“Never met a man that could last longer than a few minutes with that little trick,” you said. You lay down and wrapped your arms around him, Jensen brushing his nose against yours. 

“How many guys you been with? If that’s okay.”

“Three including you,” you shrugged. “Highschool party. The ex which was off and on for a long time. You. You got the nicest dick, that’s for sure.”

He chuckled and you kissed the tip of his nose, Jensen pulling you closer.

“You?”

“Oh I’ve not been with any guys,” he chuckled. 

“Go gentler on the dick than you think you should. They go nuts for it,” you said.

“I will keep that in mind for when it happens,” he laughed. “Pretty much all of my girlfriends in adulthood. Seven or so I’d say.”

“I don’t know why I expected that number to be higher.”

“More than that have tried. I’m not really the hook up guy. Sure I acted like that guy when I was younger but never really was him, you know?”

“You’ve always been sweet. Probably even as a dumb teenage boy, weren’t you.”

“I was a very dumb teenage boy,” he chuckled. “But I didn’t really get in trouble. Flirted with that line once or twice but you know. Teenagers are idiots. I bet you were a good girl, weren’t you.”

“I spent most of my teenage years with my mom sick and then after that I was...I wasn’t really the girl that got involved with that stuff besides some parties.”

“Was it cancer? Your mom?” he asked.

“Radiation poisoning. She’d been accidentally exposed as a little kid on her family’s farm when she got into some supplies she shouldn’t have. Hit her harder later on in life. She’d known since she was a kid that dying young was a strong possibility. It wasn’t easy but I felt kinda better that her first husband Dan was like, maybe waiting for her or some shit. I don’t know. Ray and I used to say that to each other sometimes.”

“Why don’t you talk to Ray anymore?” he asked quietly, playing with a piece of your hair over your shoulder.

“It wasn’t like we had a fight or anything. I just got older, moved out for a nanny job at eighteen. He started to date again and he has this nice little life now with his wife and kids. The idea of a father scared me.”

“My dad’s nice if you ever want to talk to a dad sometime,” he said. He smiled before he cocked his head, his lips parting. “They have no idea I’m dating you.”

“It’s not been that long,” you said.

“I should tell them, before they hear from some tabloid or friend or something,” he said.

“Do you think they’ll have a problem with me?” you asked, his head shaking. “I mean, I’d be leery of me if I were them. I sound like a fucking movie plot. The young nanny gets with the older single dad.”

“My parents want me to be happy again and you make me happy for the first time in a very long time. There’s no way that they couldn’t love you,” he said. You nodded and closed your eyes, covers pulled up over top of the two of you after a few moments. You felt a kiss on your lips and you smiled, inching closer to him. “Thanks. For tonight.”

“You too, Jensen. It was perfect.”

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A/N: Read Part 7 here!