#so I'm glad he finally got long curly hair

[3ofpents]

I'm OBSESSED with Garth's character design in the latest issues of Batman/Superman World's Finest. I needed to clip together his panels as a future art reference and thought maybe someone else might also appreciate it.

[every-aj-needs-an-angel]

Okay this one's been stuck in my head all day but I have absolutely time to write it so please share this vision with me

Try as they might, Steve and Robin couldn't get tickets to Chrissy Cunningham's arena tour, but they could get tickets to a festival she was playing.

The last thing Steve ever wanted to do was go and stand in a muddy field for sixteen hours while they waited for the headline act. But he was pretty sure Robin was in love with her favourite musician, and he wasn't about to deny his best friend a chance at love.

So he helped her make personalised t-shirts because honestly all the other bands in the line-up kinda sounded like they sucked.

His read, "Only Here for Chrissy" on the front and "I'm Steve" on the back and Robin's read "Chrissy, Will You Be My Girlfriend?" on the front and "If Lost, Please Return To Steve" on the back.

And it turned out, as they stood against the barrier in a not so muddy field, on a lovely, warm, but overcast, May day, that even bands that sucked could be fun. Even if it was only because they spent their day with earplugs in, so their eardrums wouldn't combust, bitching about each artist's lack of ability to put notes or an outfit together.

During the lunchtime intermission, the pair made friends with the lesbian couple next to them, Kayla and Jess, who were also eagerly awaiting Chrissy's set and similarly liked to mock those who committed crimes against sound and fashion. Steve was glad to have met them, they were really nice, and he felt better about leaving her to use the bathroom or to fetch food, knowing Robin was in safe hands.

He also felt better about letting her wander off, not that it stopped him from stressing out when she and Kayla had been missing for over fifteen minutes. He spread himself out to keep their places against the railing with his back to the stage, watching the crowd intently. Jess wasn't quite as chatty once they were alone, but she seemed content enough, bobbing along to the band that'd appeared on the stage.

Steve didn't turn back around to face the stage until he spotted the girls heading back towards them, he gave them a wave and turned around to look at the guys who hadn't been attempting to destroy anyone's hearing and was met with the face of the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen. Pretty face, long curly hair tied up in a bun, muscle tee showing off his many tattoos, piercings and chains and glittery Docs; Steve felt himself owl blink and blush.

God's gift to mankind was kneeling centre stage, guitar in hand making the most beautiful sounds Steve had ever heard as his fingers flew over the strings, and it was only when the rest of the band kicked back in that the man looked up, winked directly at Steve, and then jumped back to his feet, spending the rest of the song bouncing around the stage.

Steve only realised his mouth was agape when Robin finally arrived next to him and elbowed him hard in the ribs, giving him the same look she did whenever he was embarrassing in the club. He watched the rest of the Corroded Coffin, according to the backdrop, set in awe. Screaming and clapping along when they wished everyone a great day, throwing picks and drumsticks into the crowd and taking a bow; patting each other on the back as they wandered offstage.

As soon as it was quiet again, Robin wanted to know what the hell was wrong with his face and honestly, he couldn't answer her. He didn't even believe in love, not for himself at least, and he certainly didn't believe in love at first sight. It didn't stop him from spending the next couple of hours watching the faces at the sides of the stage, hoping to catch a glimpse of his new favourite guitarist, though.

As soon as Chrissy hit the stage, Steve got lost, between filming the set and watching Robin trying not to hyperventilate when Chrissy spotted her t-shirt, pointed to her, and giving her a coy little wink, blew her a kiss.

"An old school friend is here with me tonight, and I'd like him to help me out with this next track. Especially for the beauty in the front row, this is Girlfriend!"

The crowd went wild as the beat kicked in, but Steve was still watching Robin because it looked like she'd stopped breathing altogether. That was until she gasped loudly and started smacking Steve in the way she always did whenever she got overly excited; pointing wildly at the stage, and it was only when he looked over he saw Corroded Coffins guitarist bouncing up and down next to Chrissy.

Instead of the black muscle vest and skinny jeans he'd been sporting earlier in the day, he had changed into pale blue board shorts and a baggy white t-shirt that read "Hey Steve!" written in black sharpie with a giant winking smiley face underneath that could only really be seen when he swung his guitar around his back to copy Chrissy's dance moves.

The song ended, and the friends hugged, Chrissy waving him off the stage and calling out, "Eddie Munson everybody!" letting the crowd go wild for her friend before launching into the rest of her set.

By the time Chrissy had actually left the stage, Robin looked exhausted, having screamed and sung and danced herself out. They hung around a bit, said goodbye to Kayla and Jess, wishing them a safe journey home, and they were just taking one last look at the now empty stage when he heard someone yell his name...

[quantum1mmortality]

Im so glad you're writing for Curly bc I'm so obsessed with him rn!! May I suggest (if you haven't done them already) some soft/fluffy post burn hcs? Like finally seing him again after a long drive to the hospital, mentally preparing yourself for what he might look like. Curly being so afraid about how you'd react, and just breaking down when you let out an "oh, Curly :(" and softly place a hand on his cheek, so worried that you might hurt him by accident that it's hardly even a touch at all. Curly leaning his cheek into your palm, having been so scared to see you and now so desperate for your touch.

Life returning to a new normal after a while, prosthetics and PT, skin grafts, so on. Lying in bed with him and being so relived and happy when he gets a spark of mischief like he used to and tries to tickle or play wrestle with you. Him quietly asking questions when the laughter dies down. if you missed his lips, or the blond hair you loved so much that now hardly grew at all. Reassuring him that it didn't matter what he looked like, or what he could and could not do anymore. He's still your curly.

Sorry this turned out so long 😭 I can't get him out of my head!

I LOVE what you wrote 🙏🙏 I'll be going off of these, taking bits and pieces of your hcs and then putting them in here. Overall just gonna be fluffy post crash Curly hcs :)

Of topic, but the way some people in this fandom treat post crash curly makes me nauseous. Finding out that some of you wouldn't treat him like I would makes me wanna cry. Maybe I'm too empathetic or maybe I'm a baby back bitch, either way, I'd care for this man so much. Y'all don't understand how much I love him.

Tw/cw; none!! One curse word but that's literally it (I think)

Not proofread

Extremely sensitive to touch for the first few weeks. I feel as though curly would be in incredible pain, but would try his best to keep your hands touching his cheeks, face, body in general. He'd even go as far as to whimper at how bad it hurt, yet still enduring it because he needed to know you still loved him.

He'd be so happy to see you anytime you were around. Just like pre crash, but it was more special. It got to the point where you would take off work for weeks at a time just to be with him, just so you could see him happy.

After the first two months of agonizing pain, you'd start touching him more. Not sexual, obviously, but just getting more physically affectionate. You'd be able to hug and kiss him goodbye, and hold on to his arm as you talked with him.

Speaking of talking, he wouldn't be able to, so you would talk for him. Basically telling him something, then answering any questions he may or may not have. You've known him long enough, you know how he'd react and question things, so it was practically a no brainer for you.

Now that he doesn't feel as much pain as he used to from your touches, you'd begin sleeping with him. NOT SEXUAL!!! Just cuddling up next to him in the hospital bed, laying your head on his shoulders and kissing him goodnight. Just like how you used to.

Eventually he'd start getting prosthetics, and aside from the physical therapy he's usually getting, you'd bring board games and playing cards so he could learn to use his new hands while still spending time with you.

Curly used to kick your ass in uno and honestly he still does. The trembling in his hands would slowly go away over time, and you were helping him with that much more than his physical therapist was; because at least he wanted to actually be around you.

After months and months, he'd finally be ready to take home. New prosthetics and a bunch of skin graft surgeries later, he's in good condition again. Not perfect in his eyes, but it is in yours.

He wouldn't be able to work, but Pony Express sends him checks as if he was. He gets enough from them, you could quit your job, but you don't want to be dependent on them. So you keep working.

Getting home from work is your favorite part of the day, having Curly be so happy to see you makes everything so worth it.

Your home life goes back to normal with a few exceptions, but nothing too drastic. Curly being in a wheelchair and still not being able to speak, but it's nothing you can't handle. You love him, you're willing to make sacrifices. He'd do the same for you, and you know that.

Bonus content; if you guys were married before the crash, once he got his prosthetic hands, he'd have you help him make a little beaded necklace for his ring to go on; that way he could still wear it :) he'd never take the necklace off once it's done

A/N; I've been pretty busy recently so sorry for the delay on requests; I have a lot of ideas for them though so hopefully they'll be out soon

[bluemusickid]

Private Chef! Joel thots

ok so I've had this idea lingering for a while now, and the SAG outfit has just FUELLEDDD more of my thots!!!

Side note: (He has never looked sexier, how dare he age this well; how am I supposed to go on with my life; this is absolutely not fair)

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!plus size! reader

Warnings: smut, mentions of sex, oral (f receiving), Joel Miller, 18+ only, minors DNI

Sharing a smallish drabble/thotty abstract, if you will:

Ok, so maybe Joel has joined your family as your private chef. After all, your parents are SUPER rich, so they might as well look and feel the part.

You had to admit, he was worth every penny your mother was paying him. Not to mention he was easy going on the eyes, which made your mother glad; she would parade him around her lavish parties to the "cougars"/bored rich housewives, something which made your eyes roll.

Little did they know that the ever so charming Joel was a FREAK with a capital "F" in the sack.

You honestly don't even remember how it happened. A few conversations here and there, he had offered to teach you how to cook and bake; and those lessons were often plagued by thoughts of him bending you over and having his way with you, leaving you throbbing and wanting. If you didn't know any better, you could tell that it was affecting him too. His voice got huskier, eyes darkening every time he looked your way. It was a game of chicken, almost, how long either of you could keep the distance before the inevitable damn bursting.

You had once gone to "ask" him "a cooking doubt", and saw quite a sight indeed. Gone was the prim and proper Joel, with his neatly ironed and clean apron and immaculate dress shirts. His curly hair was mussed up, his shirt slightly untucked and his top buttons undone; he seemed to be engrossed in a video, hie eyebrows scrunched together as his fingers kneaded some dough, prepping for tomorrow's party. It was honestly like porn, the way his strong arms kneaded the dough, his thick fingers making you nearly drool. It took all your strength to walk away from there before you embarrassed yourself and begged him to throw you to the ground and pound you into the ground, no matter how desperate that sounded.

And it had happened finally. Another one of your parents' shindigs, and you found yourself bored out of your mind, only half listening to one of your mom's friend's son, whose one semester in London had "like, totally changed his life." Excusing yourself, you made your way to the kitchen, topping off your drink.

You saw him there, again, making small talk with Angela, one of your mom's friends who just wouldn't take a hint. You'd never seen Joel this tense and yet Angela seemed oblivious, throwing herself at him, her screeching laugh loud enough to wake the dead.

You took pity on the man and made up an excuse on his behalf, beckoning him to join you, picking up a few wedges of limes on the way, an idea forming in your mind. He bid Angela goodbye, hurriedly following you before she engaged any further.

"...Whyyy are we going to your room?" He asked bewildered, hesistant as he stood at the threshold.

You shrugged, "figured you could use a proper drink, not the shit downstairs." Taking out two shotglasses, you handed him a rather large shot of Hendricks, your drink of choice to get "classy-drunk".

You toast, downing the smooth liquid as it left a slight burn. Wincing, you pour another, his eyes widening at the pour.

"I'm technically on duty."

"And i'm technically meant to like all the guys my mom has shown me, but life doesn't work that way, does it?" You quipped, clearly goading him.

One shot turned to two. Two to four. The party was long forgotten, the both of you pleasantly tipsy and unguarded. For the first time, it felt like Joel was opening up to you.

"If I didn't know any better, i'd say you were planning on getting me drunk, sweetheart." He drawled.

You smirked. Making your way towards him, you poured another shot, promising him it that it was the last one, and that he could go back to his job. He chuckled, knowing that he would a tough time walking to the kitchen, let alone serving the guests. Lucky that the crew took over for the rest of the night, huh?

Wincing, Joel blindly searched for the wedge of lime to soothe the burn. Opening his eyes, he saw your cheeky grin as you held the lime between your lips, challenging him to take the next step.

He nearly growled as he shuffled closer, your faces mere inches from one another. His fingers ghosted over your lips as he inched closer, his lips tasting the juice of the lime. Plucking the wedge from your lips, his mouth was on yours, urging you to open up for him. You groaned, tasting the citrusy hints of the gin along with the slight tang of the lime, your tongues weaving an intricate dance.

While the party downstairs was loud and had taken a rather raucous turn, up in your room, the only noise you could hear was the sound of harsh grunts and panting breaths.

When your mom had first hired Joel, you didn't understand exactly why she did so, because the chef you'd had earlier was perfectly fine. Now, you couldn't thank her enough for hiring him.

Joel had you pinned to your bedroom door, as he ate you out enthusiastically. Pulling your thigh on his shoulder, he doubled down on his efforts to get you to come undone. Running your fingers through his beautiful curls, you tugged on them as his wonderful tongue worked its magic on your swollen nub. He hummed, circling his finger around your center, urging you on.

Pulling your other leg on his shoulder, he moved to pick you up. You were uncertain about this, but he was insistant, picking you up like you weighed nothing at all. He didn't stop his ministrations as he dropped you on her bed, continuing his amorous assault.

This display of strength had you clenching and reaching your end in no time, as you moaned loudly, yanking on his curls to ground yourself.

"Oh baby, keep doing that, don't stop." He moaned, as he made his way up your body, leaving small kisses and nips along your thighs, your belly. He reached your breasts, taking a swollen nub in his mouth and sucking enthusiastically.

Looking down, you saw one of the most erotic sights ever. Joel worshipping you, his curls a wild mess, his pristine white shirt damp with your release and with a few buttons undone, coming untucked out of his tight black pants.

You groaned. You needed him so badly it practically hurt. Reaching down, you palmed him through his pants, as he thrust himself into your wandering hands.

Pulling his erect length out of his pants, you panted as you worked him over, stroking him as he moved his hips in tandem with your hands. His harsh breaths as he groaned and grunted through gritted teeth turned you on like nothing else.

"I'm close, sweetheart." He managed to blurt out, as you increased the speed of your strokes, tongue moving along his already sensitive head. He pulled his length from your grasp as he worked himself to his climax, yelling out and cursing as he came all over your breasts.

You were mildly disappointed that he held back from fucking you; hell, you were sure he was going to finally take that step and put you through the mattress.

"Joel, I need you. Please." You begged, the need to feel him fill you up dangerously high. You sounded pathetic, sure, but you were beyond caring at this point.

Joel smirked, catching his breath.

"I have to get back sweetheart. Your mom would kill me if she didn't see me in the kitchen."

You couldn't hide your frown as you watched him neaten up, running a hair through his curls. Joel leaving you high and dry was not how you saw your plan panning out. He was about to leave as he turned back, made his way to you, holding your chin between his fingers.

"But I promise you, this isn't over. Not by a long shot." He breathed against your lips, leaving a small peck as he left, leaving you weak and wanting for more.

Silently seething, you began to plot your next steps. Joel Miller wouldn't know what hit him.

Oh no i don't like it i don't think this is my best work but omg it's out there *runs and hides in a corner*

Will there be a part 2?? That's a great question. Honestly i think i could've done better so maybe i have a redemption arc as well lolol, who knows atp

[spider-man-199999]

No need to hide it

gif by @userjoel

pairing: college!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader; Post nwh; not too canon

word count: 6K

warnings: underage drinking for USA citizens; mentions of sex

summary: Peter thought no one remembered him after the spell, however you did, but not for the reasons he was afraid you would. Mostly fluff and slow burn romance.

a/n: I'm a sucker for college!Peter, I literally cannot think about anything else. ANY SCIENCE TALK IS A BUNCH OF BS I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT CHEMISTRY OR SCIENCE.

part2

"Hey, catch!" you heard a male voice from somewhere behind you, making you turn towards the sound. A brown leather football flew throgh the air, landing in your feet. You picked it up, throwing it back to the shirtless man that was jogging in your direction.

"Thanks!!" He said after he caught it, running off back to whoever the other shirtless dude he was playing with was.

"Yeah no problem..." you muttered under your breath, trying to hide how flustered you were.

It was orientation week at Empire State University.

The weather, apparently, was still warm enough to have people running shirtless around campus, and being the shy, awkward geek you were, it was hard not to get embarrassed by any social interaction, let alone one that included both sport and a half-naked man. Overall, orientation week was going well. You checked out a few classes that sparked some interest, went to the library, the gym, even got completely settled in your dorm room. Things were going smoothly, excluding the fact you hadn't really met anyone new. Most of the people in your classes seemed like they already knew at least one person and stuck to them. Since you were not really the type to go out of your way and approach people, it left you walking around campus alone, sitting in class alone and even eating alone. It wasn't all that bad, just lonely. Your roommate hadn't arrived on campus yet either, so everything felt especially odd to you, like you were invisible to everyone. 

Four days in and the long walks between buildings were already annoying. It was so easy to get lost or distracted on the way between buildings. You didn't know the shortcuts yet, so it was always a hazard whether you would make it to class on time. Miraculously you got there early, and gave yourself a mental praise for that. You didn't expect to actually be in a lab on the first day of class, and were glad you got there on time because there were barely enough lab coats for everyone in the room. You really didn't want to be the freak who wasn't wearing one. You scanned the room as you sat down on one of the desks, secretly praying that this class wouldn't require having a lab partner or work in groups because it was going to make you feel even worse. And as you were stalking the people around you, your eyes landed on someone who looked suspiciously familiar. He wasn't terribly tall, curly brown hair, one backpack over his shoulder, flannel shirt over a plain white t-shirt and regular blue jeans. You could recognise Peter Parker from miles away. You've never felt so terrified and so excited at the same time. You finally knew someone in this university and it had to be him of all people. He never told you he was going to ESU. In his defense, you couldn't really recall ever speaking to him. You used to have the biggest crush on him back in high school, but never gathered the courage to actually chat him up, even if it were about homework. He never got assigned as your partner on a project either (no matter how many times you would fantasize about it), so you just graduated one day and accepted the fact it just wasn't meant to be. 

But now you were presented with the perfect opportunity to actually talk to him and decided to take it. Unfortunately, the class started before you could approach him. You tried your best to keep your focus on the professor, but it seemed as if that was not necessary, he was only going over the main goals of the class and what books you would need. You sneakily looked over Peter from time to time, thinking about what would be best to say to him and not make it awkward. 

The class was over in the blink of an eye, which made your heart beat pick up because you no longer had an excuse to not approach him. There was a line forming around the coat hangers, which you thought was going to be the best way to casually start a conversation. You cut the line when you saw Peter hang up his coat, putting yours next to his and smiling at him. He smiled back when the two of you locked eyes. 

"Hey" you said "Peter Parker, right?"

He looked a bit stunned by your question. First, he was starstruck because the prettiest girl he had ever seen came out of nowhere and greeted him and secondly, she knew his name. And that was not supposed to be like this at all. His mind was rushing and calculating how it were possible. Were you a supervillain from an alternate reality trying to expose him? Or did the spell just not work on you? All of the scenarios seemed very bad for him. 

The way he just sat there and said nothing was making you extremely nervous. It did feel like a terrible idea now that you had done it. 

"We used to take Spanish together in high school." you added, your voice shaking slightly from the anxiety. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, I'm really sorr-"

"Wait Spanish?" he finally said, his theories crumbling down when he realized what was actually going on. You were no supervillain, just an old classmate. Yet, he was sure he would have remembered you. 

"I really don't remember..." he continued, feeling his cheek heat up.

"Oh that's fine, we never really... spoke? Like at all, I sat all the way in the back and no one could make me say a word."

He laughed softly at your words. 

"Wanna discuss this over coffee? If you don't have any other classes?"

"I'm free, so yeah, we could grab a coffee"

20 minutes later the two of you were laughing over how ridiculous you looked in the yearbook. Peter was holding your phone and looking at the photo in which you still had braces on, your eyebrows were so badly drawn on because you thought shaping them with a razor the night before was a good idea. It was not, you shaved off so much from one of them you had to fill it in. And since it was your first ever filling eyebrows in, it was very, very bad.  Also, your hair looked like it was made out of dark matter, because you recently had it dyed black, straightened it and accidentally put a bit too much hair oil on it. You were definitely not having a good time back then, but it was a small price to pay to hear Peter laugh so hard. A 4-month accutane treatment to acne and taking your braces off could really make a person change enough. It was a glow up and Peter could really see it now. 

"Okay now that I've seen that, I actually do remember you! You're the girl that got hit in the head with a basketball while tying her shoes on the bench during gym! Somehow you fell back and got under the benches so I had to pull you out."

"Oh no" you whined, hiding your face in your hands to hide how hard you were blushing. And he was right, that really did happen once, and it was that moment that actually started your little crush on him. You were probably 14 when it happened. You fell under the bleachers and felt so embarrassed that you froze on the spot, feeling like crying. People came running towards you, Peter beating them to it, and pulled you out by the hand. He dusted your shirt off and asked if you were alright. To your teenage mind he came in like a knight in shining armor, and it made you fall for him, very hard. 

''Come on, it wasn't that bad!" he said between laughs, giving your phone back. 

"It was bad, like really bad. How can your only memory of me be my worst moment in high school?''

"If that's your worst moment, you were doing good."

You took a sip from your coffee, your finger tracing the rim of the paper cup once you placed it down on the table. You really were regretting not talking to him in school, he seemed like such a nice person, you would have been good friends. 

"Why did you decide to go to ESU? I thought you had plans to go to MIT with your friends."

"Oh, I didn't get in."

"Yeah, totally sounds believable, Peter Parker, the Stark intern, highest SAT score in our grade, didn't get into MIT" you said sarcastically, shaking your head at him. 

He sighed, looking down at his hands. His leg started bouncing under the table and he suddenly seemed tense. Now it really did feel believable, based on his reaction. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay, honestly I was so sure I would get in too, but I don't think I ended up at a bad place"

"Obviously you didn't, I chose ESU, which makes it the best place ever. And now that I know you're here too, I get double confirmation for that." 

He laughed softly at your words.

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A few weeks later you were actually glad to have to work in pairs in the lab because Peter asked you to be his partner. 

You arrived just before the class started, sitting down at the table and putting your protective goggles on. 

"Sorry" you said as you sat down next to him, taking the empty flask that was sitting in front of him and immediately starting to mix the things you managed to read on the board. 

Peter smiled at you as he watched you, doing his own thing which you didn't pay too much attention to. 

"Roommate problems again?" he asked. 

Being lab partners meant the two of you had to talk regularly, which led to getting closer. You didn't know many people there besides him and your nightmare of a roommate. 

"You have no idea." you sighed, dropping a few droplets into a test tube. The mixture inside started smoking up slightly, you swirled it around until it stopped, passing it to him so he could heat it up. 

"What did she do this time?"

"Locked me in and took both of the keys on her way out. I had to call her to come back and unlock, she was pissed."

"Still don't get how someone can be so rude to you for no reason."

"I don't think she hates me really, she hates the idea of me. Not every 3rd year student is keen on the idea of babysitting a freshmen, I totally get that."

Peter wrote something down in his notebook after the mixture started bubbling up. You looked at it, brows furrowing. 

"What's the temperature?"

"140 F" 

"Peter that's not supposed to happen" you said worried 

"Actually it is, you didn't have the time to read the board and put only half"

"Oh-"

He removed the test tube, letting it cool down.

"It's okay, we'll just multiply it by two."

"Sometimes I wonder what I would do if you weren't here."

"Probably blow up the place."

You rolled your eyes at him before the both of you laughed, continuing your work. You tried being more concentrated now, and for the most part it was working out. Until Peter would roll up his sleeves and expose his forearms. Or when he would take the goggles off to fix his hair. You tried staring as discreetly as possible, but he probably did notice it every time.

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That same night was your first ever frat party. You weren't really a fan of parties, the high school ones you went to were boring but you were hoping that college ones were going to live up to the hype everyone was giving them. Plus, you were trying to make amends with your roommate, and she wanted some alone time with her boyfriend back at your place. The idea of frat boys really turned you off, you had seen more than enough of them in class and around campus. 

The music was booming through the speakers as you entered the house, people were everywhere. You could barely squish through the crowd, it was barely 10 pm and people were already wasted. You really wanted to let loose that night too, so you made it over to the bar and took whatever drink was handed to you first. It was vodka. Tasted bitter and burned down your throat and stomach as you drank it. The stress from university and the complicated relationship with Ruth, your roommate, were really starting to get you. Add your unresolved feelings for Peter to the mix and you really do have a strong enough pressure to make you explode like a time bomb. So, you wanted to take some pressure off by drinking and dancing. No one knew you here anyway so it was relatively easy to just do whatever you wanted. 

Five shots of vodka were already in your system by the first hour. The dance floor was yours to take. A red plastic cup in your hand while you were swaying to the rhythm of the song playing, boys were coming from left and right to dance together. And you did dance with them, probably even made out with one or two as well. It continued for what felt like forever, until 2 am rolled around and you started feeling tired and wasted. And the alcohol in your blood was about to hit you in the worst way possible and make you overthink everything that was going on around you. At that point you were sat on a couch in the trashed living room and some dude was talking to you. His hand was on your knee. You were too preoccupied by your own thoughts to even listen to whatever he had to say.

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Peter hid behind his apartment building on campus, looking around to make sure no one would see him as he took off the spider-man costume. Ever since he went back to no one knowing his identity, he had to sneak around. He couldn't risk any of his roommates seeing him accidentally so he took the costume off outside after patrol, shoved it in his backpack and walked in. If anyone was ever awake and asked where he was, he would say either the library or doing lab work with you. He really did use you as an excuse a lot to his roommates, which gave them all kinds of wrong ideas. He didn't share a bedroom with anyone, which made his life so much easier, but there was a whole other bedroom with two boys in it in his apartment. 

No one was awake when he walked in, throwing his bag on the floor next to his bed. He felt shattered. The whole studying and spider-man business was draining his batteries like never before. Peter lay down on the bed, too tired to even get out of his jeans. He was rapidly drifting into sleep when his phone started ringing. He groaned in annoyance, looking at the screen only to see it were from you. Peter quickly picked it up, any feeling of tiredness leaving his body when he heard you crying on the other side of the phone. 

"Hey, hey, what happened? Are you hurt? Where are you?" he asked, panicked. 

"Ruth locked me out again." you cried on the phone "She left her key in, she was with her boyfriend and they were probably doing the deed and locked themselves and fell asleep."

You babbled really fast, he was trying to understand what you were saying but it was muffled by soft sobs. And you didn't sound sober either. 

"Peter, you fix all of my lab mistakes, please fix this."

He wasn’t sure what to do, especially since he didn’t know where you lived exactly. There weren’t many opinions in this situation, he could either find you and kick the door down so you could get in your place or he could take you in his room and let you sleep there. 

“Can you tell me where you are?” 

“In front of my dorm?”

“I don’t know where that is, genius”

You continued sobbing at his words, which made him feel even worse. You were very vulnerable and probably scared and he was acting poorly. 

“Okay, okay, sorry, I didn't mean that. Tell me where your dorm is and I’ll come fix it, okay?”

“It’s the one next to the library” 

He hopped out of his bed, rushing towards the building. 

When he got there he saw you sitting on the steps, looking down at your feet. 

"Hey" he said, standing in front of you, his hands in his pockets as he watched you slowly look up to him. Your eyes were red from all the crying and your cheeks were still wet from the tears. Peter sat down next to you with a sigh, the second he did that he could tell you had been drinking. The smell of vodka and cigarettes were all over your clothes. 

"Hi" you muttered back after a while, not really sure what to say or do at this point. 

"So what happened?" he whispered to you, bumping his shoulder into yours

"I got locked out, again" you whispered back, looking at him. He was smiling, a warm, comforting smile that made you feel so incredibly guilty that you called him. 

It made you realize what time it actually was, and that you probably woke him up. It was the middle of the night, and you woke up the closest thing you had to a friend here to help you. You ruined his sleep so he could save you from something you could have probably figured out on your own if you weren’t drunk. 

"Come on" he said, getting up and reaching out his hand to help you up as well. ''Let's get you out of here" 

You took his hand, the tears were welling up in your eyes again as you looked at him. He seemed so tired, yet he came rushing to your rescue. 

He walked in his room, trying to be as quiet as possible. 

"Wow you have a double bed??" you said as you looked around his room.

"Oh, yeah" he said, blushing when he saw the state of it. He didn't really think about making the bed before he left and the bedding looked like scrambled eggs with all the pillows and blankets everywhere. Peter didn’t want to look messing in front of you but it was too late for that.

"Lucky duck" 

Peter was kind enough to take out some clothes for you to sleep in while you showered. It was a spare pair of pajama pants and an old star wars t-shirt. He looked away while you got dressed and helped you into bed after that. 

"I can't thank you enough for this."

"Oh, you can, you can do my calculus homework."

The both of you laughed after that. He grabbed a pillow and a blanket, with the intention of sleeping on the couch. 

"Where are you going?"

"To sleep?"

"Not here?"

"Well, no-.... I-.... Don't want to invade...."

"I feel bad enough about it as it is, please come sleep in your bed, it's big enough" you whined.

Peter stood at the door. He really didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, or crush you while he slept but at that point he was so shattered that the bed seemed like the best thing that could happen to him. You got up and pulled him towards the bed, grabbing the pillow and blanket with your other hand and throwing them on.

Peter was asleep the second his head hit the pillow, and you followed a minute or two later. It didn't feel as weird to sleep in the same bed as the two of you had anticipated. Maybe the alcohol helped. You were pretty sure that it was, in fact, the alcohol that made you call him, the one that insisted on sharing the bed as well. Sober you would probably be a flustered mess just from the thought of being in Peter's bedroom alone. 

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The second Ruth knew you had somewhere to sleep over, she took advantage of it. It was happening so often that you basically had a schedule when you would sleep over at Peter's. He didn't mind one bit because it was a reason to spend time with you. Plus, you did all your work for classes together, even in classes you or him weren't taking. So by the middle of the semester, you two were practically platonically dating. 

And it made you feel the worst and the best type of ways at the same time. You absolutely loved spending time with him and your feelings were only getting deeper and deeper with each day. Somehow, you still felt like you were taking away the college experience from him. He declined every party opportunity his roommates suggested, he rarely spoke to other girls and if he went out with friends from other classes, he would always make you tag along with them. Everyone thought that if you were not dating, then you were definitely hooking up, no matter how many times you denied it. Truth being told, it was actually kind of weird that you weren't doing either of those. And it got even weirder when someone else started expressing an interest in Peter.

Surprisingly enough, even to yourself, you actually liked going to parties. The alcohol helped you loosen up and talk and since Peter actually had other friends, now you knew some people here and there. You would always find someone to chat with at a party and you learned that socializing wasn't at all as scary as it seemed before. 

Tonight you found yourself at a random party in some basement of the dorm on the other side of campus. You knew that you'd be home late so the arrangements of staying over at Peter's were already made. As you were speaking to someone from your beginner-friendly biology class, a girl approached you. She was tall, way taller than you, had long dark hair and an amazing body. She grabbed your arm and said your name in a questioning tone. You nodded slightly taken aback from the interaction. 

"Can I borrow you for a second?" she asked, turning to the other person in an apologetic smile. 

"Sure."

She pulled you a bit away, still holding your arm right above the elbow. The whole thing was making you tense for some reason. 

"I'm sorry that I asked like this." she said, letting your arm go. "Actually, we've met before, I take calculus with Peter Parker, he brought you over at one of our group study sessions."

"Oh. Right." you did remember her now, but she looked slightly different with heavy makeup on. She definitely looked like one of the it girls on campus and you got the impression that she actually was. 

"So I wanted to ask if you and Peter were a thing?"

Once again you were stunned by a question from her. You looked around for some reason, she was making you feel uneasy. 

"Um, no, we're not."

"Great!" she said with a bright smile. "Do you think he'd be into me? He has this nerdy sex appeal, I actually really want to get with him."

You were blinking in disbelief towards her. This whole thing was really not making you feel well about your situation. She was gorgeous and she wanted to fuck your crush, it was going to end badly for you. You felt something like a ball in your throat that you knew even the gin couldn't wash down. 

"Well, good luck with that." you said, patted her shoulder and walked away before you started crying in front of her.

The whole situation really put you in a bad mood. There was nothing particularly wrong with it, but it managed to burst the bubble you were so peacefully living in. It got you wondering if Peter had his eyes on someone, if he was sleeping around with different girls, if he was going on dates. You kept imagining it, and drinking to try to stop, but nothing seemed to help. You couldn't spend every waking second with him to know, plus he never talked about girls with you. You didn't know who he was texting, or if he were going out with someone and not telling you. You were sure he wasn't because no girlfriend would ever feel okay with some random girl sleeping over as much as you did. Then again, he could be hooking up with someone, you were only sleeping over two or three times a week. 

You were so preoccupied by your worries that you almost didn't pick up your phone when Peter called. He said he finished whatever work he had to do and was going to come to the party and pick you up. It made you even more anxious. 

He walked through the door 15 minutes after the phone call. The whole thing was a sensory overload for him, the music was way too loud, the colors were too flashy, people were everywhere. He was constantly on edge because people were walking a little too close and his reflexes were being triggered. He hated parties. He hated the idea of you liking them even more. With the amount of time the two of you were spending together in the last few months, he grew very attached, he even developed a little crush of his own, but he was too terrified to admit that. Given his background and his secret, he wasn't too sure he wanted to put you through what MJ had gone through. He felt like it would be unfair to lie to you at the same time, it's not something you could hide from the person you're dating. 

People greeted him here and there, giving him brofists and handshakes. Peter really felt like a real frat boy, but he hated the experience. He froze in his tracks when he saw a girl that looked just like you making out with some dude. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, his chest tightened and it felt like someone set his lungs on fire. You were wearing black skinny jeans and a black top, hair was tied in a bun and your tongue was in someone's mouth. Was that why you sounded so weird on the phone? Was that why you waited so long to pick up? Peter was too stunned to even move so he just stood there in shock for a few seconds. He felt a hand on his shoulder, which made him snap out of it, turning his head. He met your eyes when he looked down, giving you a confused look. His head turned back to the other you that was still exchanging saliva with a guy, then back to the actual you. He finally started breathing again. Your outfit was actually nothing like the girl's, you had a long-sleeved light blue dress on that had a v-cut. It made you look really desirable and the way the color mixed so well with the lighting in the room, you looked like you walked straight out of Peter's dreams. He was practically trying to take pictures of you with his eyes for later. 

"What?" you asked as you noticed his stare, looking at your dress for accidental spills or any signs of why he was looking at you like that. 

"Nothing, actually." he said, taking the cup you were holding and finishing whatever was in it. He didn't really care what was in, alcohol had little to no effect on him but he liked to pretend. 

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You expected to go home shortly after Peter's arrival, but things didn't play out that way. The girl that talked to you about him earlier tonight saw the two of you and came over to chat. After 15 minutes of them talking and you awkwardly standing there, holding an empty cup in your hand, you were feeling more annoyed than ever. And pretty drunk too. You were already in a bad mood because of her, and when Peter suggested walking her to her dorm you just felt like crying. Your feet were killing you because of the heels you were wearing and you made sure to inform him but he seemed to have forgotten about that. 

And now, all three of you were walking around campus to get her safely to her room. You were giving them a side eye the whole time while she tried to scoot over closer to him. And when she said she was cold she could offer his flannel, you rolled your eyes so hard you got scared they'd get stuck and not come back. Unfortunately, they did come back and you had to witness him putting his shirt over her shoulders. Once at her dorm, she even had the audacity to kiss his cheek before walking in. It made him blush, and you, you were really about to throw up at that point. It felt like a very weird game of chess, and she had checked you in it. 

"Are you okay?" Peter asked when he saw how you looked. Gorgeous, he thought, but kind of pale and like you would collapse any second. 

"No" you said, your eyes meeting his. You could see the lipstick stain on his skin from the other girl and now you really did feel like throwing up. You were only 3 steps away from him and he made them so fast you felt like he teleported. 

"No, no, Peter, step away" you told him, your hand covering your mouth while you rushed to the nearest trash can and actually threw up. He rushed after you, holding your hair as you did. 

"You didn't look THAT drunk."  he said, patting your back while you were coughing. 

"This is so embarrassing" you cried softly, as if this night wasn't humiliating enough. 

"There, there, I hope you got it all out because I am not changing my sheets for the second time today." 

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"I'm thinking about switching my field of studies." you said, looking at Peter. 

He took his glasses, looking at you in disbelief. He was sat at his desk, trying to solve a math problem while you were lying on his bed, playing on your phone. 

"Chemistry doesn't do it for you anymore?" he asked mockingly.

"No, I just hate spending so much time with you." you replied in the same tone, sticking your tongue out at him. 

It had been a week since the whole party thing. You didn't throw up at his place, but you did have the worst hangover of your life. Peter helped you through it, but didn't pass up an opportunity to make fun of you.

"Then why are you here? I'm sure there's a party somewhere on campus."

"Shut upppp" you groaned, throwing a pillow at him. He caught it mid air and put it on the back of his chair before turning to finish his work. 

It felt like it was too early to sleep but you didn't have anything better to do since Peter was so busy with math. You turned on your side, facing the wall, since you liked sleeping on the side next to the wall, and closed your eyes. You didn't know how long it had been but you were definitely asleep when you got woken up by a knock on the door. You looked up with confusion, half asleep when Peter gave you an apologetic smile and got up from his chair to check who it was. 

He assumed it was one of his roommates that either lost or forgot his key, but he was surprised to open the door to his calculous classmate. 

"Hey, Pete." She said "May I come in?"

"Sure-" he said, letting her in

The girl walked over to the couch and sat down. 

"Remember last week when you gave me this shirt?" 

"I do." he said, only now noticing what she was wearing. It was his flannel, with a belt around her waist.

"Well, I came to return it." she said, unbuttoning it and taking it off. She got up, only in her underwear and walked towards him, handing him the shirt.

Peter was so flustered that he had to stare at his feet the whole time. 

"I think you got the wrong idea here-" he started, squeezing the flannel in his hand.

"About what?" she asked, squatting down in front of him so he could see her, and, well, you know...

Just as he was about to move, the door of his bedroom flew open. You stood there, wearing his shirt as your pajamas, double taking on what you were seeing. You didn't think there would be anything serious happening, but the chatter was disturbing your sleeping attempts and you wanted to check what was going on. But now you were just frozen in your spot, staring at a half-naked girl that was on her knees in front of Peter. Both of their heads turned towards you, staring in the same amount of disbelief. It felt like your worst nightmares had turned into reality. Neither of you knew what to do or what to say and you just stood there in silence, the tension so heavy it could suffocate someone. 

"It's not what it looks like." Peter managed to say, holding eye contact with you. 

''I'm so sorry, I didn't know-'' she started, getting up from the floor. 

"I think I'll pretend I dreamt that and go back to sleep." you said, closing the door before anyone could do or say anything else. 

"Peter, I didn't know, she told me you two weren't a thing last week."

He handed her the shirt, not even bothering to look at her. 

"We're not. You can keep this, go home."

She walked to the door, stopping at it to look at his back. 

"I'm really sorry, if I can do anything, tell me." 

"Goodnight."

He knocked gently on the door before walking in. He saw you tucked in the bed, hugging one of the pillows. You weren't really sure what to feel right now and you were trying your best not to cry. It wasn't like the things between you had changed and you had no right to be upset over his personal affairs. Peter sat on the bed next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

"I know you're not sleeping, can we talk about this?"

"Talk about what?"

"What happened back there."

"There is nothing to talk about."

"I don't want you to get the wrong idea."

You sat up, still hugging the pillow. You pressed the back against the wall, looking directly into his eyes.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why don't you want me to get the wrong idea? Whatever that is supposed to mean."

He looked at his lap, unsure of what to say next. 

"Because I'm not that kind of guy."

"Peter, it's none of my business what you do for fun."

"For fun? You think I do this for fun?"

"You're not doing math for fun, that's for sure."

"Are you always a bitch or is it a defense mechanism?"

"You were the one who wanted me to ''not get the wrong idea'' and suddenly I turned into a bitch?"

"Okay, I overstepped on that one. Nothing happened there, I haven't talked to her or seen her since we left the party together and you threw up."

"Okay, for some reason I believe that, but why should it be concerning me?"

"Stop pretending."

"Excuse me?"

He didn't say anything after that, just pulled your arm so you could get closer to him and kissed you. It happened so fast you couldn't really process it. Once the shock was over, you kissed him back. You probably looked like a teen movie kissing scene, you on your knees and arms while he was sitting, one arm for support and the other one cupping your face as you kissed. 

"I should have done this way sooner." he said after you parted.

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Cat and Mouse

Summary: you've been chasing Spencer for months and finally caught him.

Pairing: Unsub!Reid x BAU!Reader

Warning: One use of Y/N, mention of serial murder, heavy cursing, weapons and use of them, blood, kissing, small make out session, heavy romantic tension, dark romance, UNSUB REID !!! Proofread with love by me, my best friend, and boyfriend <3

Word Count: 3.7K (holy moly)

A/N: This took a whole month and a half to write. It was mainly just procrastination and my lack of commitment to things. Anyway, I hope you guys like this, it took a lot of work <3

Spencer Reid is a criminal, a serial one at that. The FBI has been investigating him for months but everytime he surprises them and goes completely against the profile. He kills dead-beat fathers who abandoned their families. He thinks they're nothing but pigs who are cowards, abandoning their families when they really need them. He's been able to outsmart the FBI for months but not this time. You were completely obsessed with the Reid case, investigating every piece of evidence to the smallest atom. Hunting him every chance you got, every tip, every body, every city, you were there to try and catch him. Unfortunately, every time you failed but not this time. You were on a case in Columbus, Ohio when the police station received a call about a suspicious man in a motel. The description matching the Spencer Reid, you jumped in excitement and rushed to your Federal car. You instructed the police to park across the road and wait for a signal to come in. You waited in an empty motel next to his room, waiting for any sign of movement. Once you heard footsteps, you quietly snuck out and stopped the door before it shut fully. Your footsteps were soft despite your racing heart beat, you finally saw the curly hair you've been longing to see for what felt like ages. 

The sound of your gun cocking and fills the room, the air instantly becoming heavy and tense. He lets out a single chuckle. "Finally, Agent L/N." He says with a smirk, his back still facing you. "I was beginning to wonder if you were ever gonna catch me." He teases, he was sort of expecting you. 

"Spencer Reid, put your hands where I can see them and turn around" You command before adding, "Slowly." You said slowly, your eyes glued to his every movement with a firm grip on your gun.

He lifts his hands in the air and begins slowly turning towards you, your heart beating out of your chest as you finally make eye contact with the killer you've been engrossed in. He has a wide smirk on his face as he finally gets a good look at you, "Is that any way to greet an old friend ?" He teases as he slowly takes a step towards you, not even remotely threatened by you holding a gun right towards his chest. "I'm actually quite glad you're here, but-" He glances down at your gun and the firm grip you have on it, "we both know that wont do you any good here." He looks back up to make eye contact with you.

You take a step back as he takes a step forward, your whole body tense and your grip only growing tighter on the gun, "Shut up, and don't take another step or I'll shoot !" You threaten, the smirk on his face only growing wider and wider til he becomes a cheshire cat like smile. 

He chuckles at your response, amused by your empty threats and tense posture. He takes another step forward as your back hits the wall. "You and I both know you won't shoot me, darling" He mocks you and slowly lets his arms collapse to his sides, "You had so many opportunities and you never seized them." He looks down at you, amused by the height difference. You were like a little puppy to him.

You lunge forward and push the barrel into the bottom of his chin, effectively putting distance between you and him from fully pinning you to the wall. "This time is different." You say, quietly and bitterly.

Spencer pushes and leans forward, his face only inches away from yours. "Oh, is it now ?'' His voice is low and teasing. "you've been saying that for years and look where we are" He chuckles before leaning in closer to your ear "You can't bring yourself to do it. You love this little game we play." 

Your gun is pressed firmly against the bottom of his chin as he leans closer, "you're nothing but a big pile of unfinished work." You spit out, your voice is bitter and callous. 

Spencer gasps and puts his hand on his chest, fauxing offense. "Oh, how you wound me" He mocks and puts his hands in his pockets, still leaning in. "And here I thought our game actually meant something to you" He chuckles and adds "We both know the truth, princess. You can deny it all you want, but I know you love our game" 

You quickly bring your leg up and give him one kick to his stomach, causing him to back up from you. You aim your gun and shoot a warning shot near him on the ground. "The only game i'm interested in playing is the one where you're behind bars" You aim your gun at his head. Your voice matches your face, stern and serious. Spencer's cheshire smile turns into a look of amusual at the sharp boom of your bullets.

He raises an eyebrow and looks around, putting his hand out in mock surrender. "Come on, darling, there's no need for the violence" His voice is dripping with sarcasm as his gaze returns to you. "You can never put me behind bars. All your other attempts have been futile." He laughs bitterly and shoves his hands in his pockets again.

You scoff at his almost narcissistic confidence, "I'll do anything I can to make sure you rot in prison like the piece of trash you are." Your voice radiating venom as you speak, poison dripping out of your lips. 

Spencer smiles and laughs at your threat, taking a small step towards you. "Wow ! You've got a fire in you today !" He teases "I always knew you were feisty, but this is a new record" He laughs as his eyes focus from your gun to your face. He smirks at the determined look in your eyes. 

You take a side step so you aren't up against the wall anymore. Your gun is still aimed and your grip is still firm. "You're a pig." You throw insults to try and shatter his ego.

He turns his body and smiles at the insult, his demeanor still nonchalant and relaxed. "A pig ? Wow how original, princess." He chuckles darkly, taking small slow strides towards you. "You can call me whatever you want, baby" he pauses and looks down at the floor for a second. "But you can't hide the fact that you're attracted to me." He finally says what's been on his mind the whole time he's known you.

You scrunch your face and shoot off another warning shot, this one blasting right past Spencer's face and grazing his ear. Burning at the flesh of his earlobes, making his crimson red blossom. "You're so full of yourself, classic narcissist" You say and laugh sarcastically as he brings his hand up and lightly touches his bloody earlobe.

His face twitches as the bullet burns his ear. He smiles, assumed by the sudden blood. He rolls his eyes at your comment and continues walking his long lanky legs over to you. His grin widening with each step. "Your confidence is bullshit. You think killing fathers who do wrong makes you so righteous, when in reality you're just as bad as they are." You spit angrily at him.

He raises his eyebrows and laughs darkly. "Oh now you're tryna lecture me on morality ? That's quite rich coming from a federal agent who's been hunting me for months." He retorts and steps even closer "Your hands are just as dirty as mine" he smirks, pulling his hands out and making sarcastic jazz hands.

You flash him a fake smile, "at least I can wash mine by saving people and putting pieces of shit like you in prison." Your voice slowly raises as you continue to spit insults at him. You snarl, scrunching your face in disgust as he leans closer and closer.

He snorts slightly, ”Your typical hero complex” He steps closer, the height difference making him tower over you more and more with every step closer. “Let's be real, here darling. You love chasing me around like a lost little puppy. You don't actually want to see me in prison because that means you lose your favorite game”  He mocks you and laughs darkly.

You push your barrel into his chest, your grip tightens as he gets closer and closer. Your breath is shallow and rough. “Self projection, much ?” You respond, your tone sarcastic and disgusted, “Me putting you in prison means I win. It's not your place to get rid of bad people '' Your tone is firm as if you're getting on to a child who did something wrong.

Spencer laughs, amused by the banter filling the lone apartment. “Winning ?” He asks rhetorically “You really think you're going to win ? That you can just lock me up and put me in the past ?” He leans in and smiles, looking deep in your eyes. The gun pushed itself deeper in his chest. “You're forgetting the most important part, lovely. You've been trying to catch me for years and you've failed. What makes you think this time is any different ?” He asks, teasingly.

You gulp and try to calm your nerves by reminding yourself that a whole police squad is outside. “I've never had a gun pointed directly at your heart until now” You threaten.

“Ah yes, the almighty gun” Spencer chuckles at your mention of the gun. “You really think that's gonna stop me ? You can point a thousand guns up to my head and yet-” He raises his arms up, “Id still be alive and well.” He mocks the way your confidence hinges on a single weapon. “You don't have the guts to pull that trigger” He challenges.

“I have twice now, nothing is stopping me from doing it” You say with confidence, referring back to the warning shots.

Spencers entertained by your confidence and laughs. “ Act tough all you want, baby. We both know that deep down in that burning center of yours...” he softly points in between your breasts and laughs at your flinch. “You don't actually want to see me dead, baby. You're addicted to this little game we play” He leans closer to you, his face mere inches away from yours “You're addicted to me” He whispers softly.

You breathe hitches at his closeness. “I hate scumbags like you” You seethe.

Spencer smiles calmly, unphased by your hard head demeanor. “There it is, your usual insults. Ya know that gets tiring after a while, baby” He smiles at the way your ears flush at the contrast of his name calling versus yours. “You're just in denial about your true feelings.” 

With one swift swipe, you bring your gun up and pistol whip him. He grunts in pain as the butt of your gun makes contact with his forehead and he stumbles backward. You quickly back up more and aim your gun back at him. Spencer lays his head on the wound, blood trickling down and filling his palm. Even with a gash in his head, he still looks up at you with a mischievous smirk. 

“You could've asked nicely if you wanted to hit me, darling” He wipes away the blood and puts his hands in the air again. His cockness and nonchalant behavior only makes you more pissed off.

“The only reason I haven't killed you is because I wanna be able to watch as you age in prison and become a sad shell of a person.” You spit, hoping to crack his pride even just a little bit.

Yet, somehow all your threats only succeed to make him even more cocky. He chuckles for the millionth time. “Ah, of course...” He begins, his tone sprinkles with fondness. “The classic watch your enemy rot in prison tactics.” He takes a sharp breath in through his teeth. “It's not exactly original but i'll give you points for effort” He shrugs as he mocks all your attempts to break his image.

“You're a bitch” You spit through gritted teeth as a weak attempt to break him down as much as you possibly can. 

He only laughs at your poor attempt, not in the slightest deterred by your repeated jabs. “Such harsh language, lovely” He takes a step forward, frankly you're amazed how determined he is to get so close to you. After pushing him away countless times, he still yearns to be close to you. You find this slightly enduring but you quickly push that feeling away. “But let me ask you something” He begins, never looking away from your eyes.”Why do you keep pushing your love for me to the side ?” If you didn't know any better, you would've guessed he was hurt. 

You scoff slightly, backing away again “I'm not in love with you” You clarify plainly.

Spencer continues to get closer to you, you're like a magnet to him. A drug he has to have on hand at all times. “Oh yea ?” He responds sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at your denial. “Deny, deny, deny it all you want” He says as if it's some matra, or a sick lullaby. “But actions speak louder than words.” He says lowly, his signature smirk falling off his face. His body is now close to yours, he lightly rests his hands on your hips and his fingers hide a spot in your pant belt hoops.``Your body language, your flushed ears, the way your breath hitches as I get close” He reads you like a book before reaching up and tilting your chin up with his pointer finger. “Admit it, You're already mine” He teases softly, his smirk slowly coming back to his face.

You quickly raise your hand to strike him across the face but he blocks it by grabbing your wrist. He shoves it against the wall above your head, grinning. “Ah ah ah, Naughty darling” He softly scolds you. “You need to learn how to play nice” His voice is teasing. He moves his body flush against yours and smiles. “We both know you like this no matter how much you struggle”

You reach your hand that's holding the gun to aim it at the bottom of his chin, but he also grabs that wrist. He slams that wrist against the wall next to you, knocking the gun of your hand. Your heart drops as you hear the gun fall on the carpet floor, leaving you helpless under his grip.

“That's better, lovely” His voice is low and smooth. “Now we can talk without you waving that gun all over me” 

You struggle against the grip, your panting and your hair falls in your face. “Let me go !” You grunt.

Spencer chuckles at your feeble attempts, his grip tightening and earring a slight wince. “Don't struggle, lovely” He says, his tone bordering on mocking and reassuring. He pushes his body more against yours, pinning your whole body to the wall. “Relax, I won't hurt you… unless you ask me too” He winks.

Your breathing is labored and shallow. You met his eyes with hate. “Youre sick” You spit lowly.

Spencer continues to be amused by your attempts to defy him. He leans in closer, his face so close to yours. “Look at you. All worked up and out of breath. Your body is betraying your words” He teases as his eyes trail up and down your face. He smiles as he watches your face contorted with anger and stubbornness.

You jerk your neck and spit in his face. Your salvia landing under his left eyes and he narrows his eyes. His confidence mixes with anger but he doesnt let your wrist go, instead his grip tightens and pushes you harder into the wall.You yelp and whimper at the tight grip, sure it'll leave bruises. “You really know how to get under my skin, don't you ?” He growls as you try to push yourself into the wall to get as far as you can away from his touch.

“Let go !” You scream and try your best to wiggle out of his grip.

Spencer simply ignores your cries and pleads. He tightens his grip even further, causing you to wince. You feel your hands go numb as the blood stops circulating. You raise your gaze, your hands and see your hands have gone pale. “Ah ah ah, you're not going anywhere” His voice is smooth and authoritative. “I have you exactly where I want you” He chuckles, leaning close to your ear and his breath grazes your neck “And you're enjoying every second of this, aren't you ?” He teases.

“Fuck you” Your snarl through quick, exhausted breathes. You try to jut your foot and legs out to kick him but he quickly pins them to the wall with his knees. Keeping you completely trapped. 

Spencer smirks at your defiant language and coos. “Such dirty profanity coming from those pretty lips of yours''. He pulls away from your ear and looks between your eyes down to your lips. “That hot-headed attitude of yours won't do you any good, and I bet you know that. You know you're all mine, whether you like it or not '' He says, his breath filling your nose with coffee and subtle mint.

“You don't own me” You softly claim, feeling as if your hands have been cut off and it's making you slightly dizzy.

Spencer laughs darkly as he notices how faint you are becoming. “But I do.” He counteracts your claim. “Even your body agrees with me. You're all mine” He smirks and leans closer. His eyes flicker to your lips then back your eyes.

You inhale sharply through your nose, trying to regain your composure as much as you can. You slam your forehead against his, instantly regretting it as it makes you feel even dizzier. The center of your forehead throbs with pain. He winces but he doesn't let go, much to your disappointment. He grunts, feeling the pang in his forehead then he smirks. “There's my feisty girl, the one that I love. You really know how to keep me on my toes, angel” He presses his body impossibly close to yours, pinning you tightly against the wall.”But you know what they say about playing with fire…” He leans in close to your ear, dropping his voice to a deep whisper “It's only a matter of time before you get burned’

The side of your cheek is pressed against the wall, your head turned to avoid being too close to him. Your breath is quick and shallow, feeling completely defenseless and at the complete mercy of this serial killer who was responsible for the death of several men. You dig your top teeth into the skin just below your bottom lip as your brain searches for any possible way to regain control. “Okay ! Okay..” You begin, your voice is full of defeat as you surrender. “Maybe I like investigating you and chasing you down” You admit, still very angry and annoyed.

Spencer grins at your admission, his pupils filled with mirth. “That's better, angel. It's about time you admit it. You enjoy the chase as much as I do. You love tracking me down and constantly failing.” He chuckles and you turn your head to face him head on. Your brows are furrowed and every muscle of your face is filled with animosity. “But you know what I love most about our game ?” He asks rhetorically “Is the fact that you're just as obsessed with me as I am with you” He leans in closer and his nose lightly brushes against yours. 

“You're a creep” You insult him softly, almost as if your breath is being pulled out of you as he gets closer and closer to you.

Spencer lets out a small puff of air, amused by your half-assed insult. He can sense the fact that your walls are beginning to crumble and fall. The change in your voice and the way you're out of breath fills him with amusement and a weird sense of hope. “Just give in, darling. Stop fighting it.” His voice is almost pleading and beckoning.

Without a second thought or a second to waste, you suddenly slam your lips onto his with searing passion. He's taken aback but quickly recovers, returning the action with just as much intensity. He finally releases your wrists, leaving a red and slightly purple band in its wake and moves his hands down to your sides. His fingers softly grip the just below your vest. He tilts his head to deepen the kiss and you feel the tip of his nose lightly caress your cheek. He feels your heart beating just below your chest just before he pulls away. “I knew you couldn't resist me” He mutters against your lips.

You wrap your arms around his neck and slip your tongue inside his mouth. He moans at the feeling of your tastebuds against his own. His hands roam your body passionately, then he pulls away. He's slightly out of breath and he looks deep into your eyes with animalistic desire. “You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this, love” He admits softly and wickedly.

Your lips stretch into a smile “And you have no idea how long i've waited for this.” You reach into your belt holster and pull out a taser. You push the taser into his abdomen, your finger gripping the button, sending several volts of electricity into his nerves. Spencer groans and his body convulses as he falls to the ground. You pull the collar of your shirt towards your mouth, finally giving the command for the officers to move in. You move down to your knees, placing one on his back. He doesn't struggle as you handcuff him, grunting more than resisting. “You really know how to spoil the moment, darling”

“Glad you think so.” You reply plainly through labored breathing. You secure the cuffs and stand up, watching cops take him away. He takes one last look at you, almost as if he was taking a mental picture of you in your current state. Messy hair, Smudged lipstick, disheveled clothes all make him wanna break free and tear you up. He smirks and lets out a single chuckle.

“This isn't over, love. Not by a long shot”

[4drianaaaa]

u meet hamzah outside at the back of the bar, u head out to get some air meanwhile he’s out there smoking, he offers u a cig and y’all have a heart to heart talk! at the end of the night you guys end up exchanging numbers, js an idea😇

I’ve been in Mexico for 4 days now and I haven’t been able to write I’m so sorry yall but I pinky swear I’m working on my fic 🥲 (also this is not spell checked I had to rush this small little blurb 💔)

SLOW BURN || Hamzahthefantastic

You looked at the disappointing message your friend had sent you as you were already seated down at the bar waiting for them to come. you couldn't help but storm out the nearest exit as you were bought to a very dark alley as you heard the spark of a lighter.

you saw light reflect onto a six-foot tall guy's face as you noticed his curly hair under his hat as a wind of smoke came out his mouth. you sighed as you took the last sip of your drink as you heard footsteps

"hey, you okay?" the same guy questioned as you crossed your arms, a little hesitant to speak to this really cute stranger.

"yeah I was just waiting for someone but they never showed up" you awkwardly laughed as he offered a cigarette "want one?" he questioned, you were fighting the fact that you were gonna get kidnapped right now but you couldn't say no. "Thanks" you placed the cig in between your lips as he lit it up for you "what are you doing here?" you asked as he smiled "I got tired third wheeling" he said as he blew smoke into the air "third wheeling huh? you don't have a girlfriend or maybe some girl you could have talked to right now in there?" you crossed your arms as he caught a glimpse of your features, "no one stood out to me" his eyes interlocked with yours. you noticed how satisfying his smile was to you, the way it was so contagious

"do you have a boyfriend?" he questioned as you decided to tease him a little

"maybe? why?" you smirked as he flicked the cig in between his fingers "what a jerk, he couldn't even come to accompany you?" he said as you laughed "I was joking" he rolled his eyes "whatever" his tongue poked the inside of his cheek "well I used to but It makes me sick talking about him" you blew the cigar out as you felt your anger getting a hold of you "now I'm curious" he said as he leaned closer to you "well he used to treat me really bad and he would always be so self-centered. I don't think he really ever loved me" you said lowly as you sat down at the nearby bench "how long ago was this?" he turned his head "like a couple months ago, but he moved. I don't know where but hopefully far away" you remembered all the ways he had hurt you as you felt your eyes pool up "I don't really know what told me to give him chances after chances but I'm glad I'm finally away from him" you sighed as a tear slid down your cheek as you felt his hand reach for your thigh as your hand rested on top of his “sorry to hear that, what an asshole really. Your to pretty to be treated like that.” he hissed as you wiped your eyes as you noticed his small comment about your appearance as you smiled. you looked over at his sincere smile and his lips, you noticed how he really had some sympathy to him.

“I never asked in the beginning but what’s your name?” He questioned “y/n.” “Hamzah” he handed you his phone “it’s okay if you don’t want to but you seem fun and honestly really pretty” he said as your face got warm again “Pretty huh?” you laughed as you gave him your contact “yes…don’t make me repeat my self y/n” he put his phone back in his pocket “I’m flattered” your sly smile made his knees weak. you both finally headed back into the bar to talk more.

[billieeilishshusband]

Summary: Finneas gets a call from you while your drunk he can't pick you up so he gets his sister to. You always loved Billie.

It was dark outside i actually could barely see anything. The lights outside done nothing to help me figure out where i had been walking. I had ditched a party half a hour ago to walk home, but it was unlikely i was getting home, that was over a hour walk and i couldn't even tell where i was. I pulled out my phone, forgetting i had actually had it in my pocket, it was 2:13AM, and my phone was nearly dead. My hand quickly tried to move around to go to contacts and phone the only person i would know who would be awake right now. I listened to the phone ringing and when i nearly put my phone away i heard a deep, quick "Hello?" Finneas picked up. "Can you come get meee" I drained out the 'e' in the me. He sighed before speaking "I can't but i can get Billie to, send your locations okay?" I hummed in response to his answer.

I sent my locations and waited by the lamp post, spinning around it. After spinning around a few times i threw up on the side of the road. It wasn't as long as i thought she would take to see her car coming up and slowing down. I smiled seeing her headlights coming up. She stopped opening her door and looking at me. "Hey, YN you okay?" I smiled seeing her pretty face, she looked a bit worried. She took her arm out and put it around me. Pushing me to the car opening the passager side door and helping me in. "Thank youuuuu Billieee" I said smiling while hiccups formed from my mouth, i giggled at my own hiccup. "Are you okay?" She questioned her jet-black curly hair messy, she clearly was about to or had been asleep. "Yeah...I'm glad i got to see your pretty f-face" I hiccupped mid way into the setence. She chuckled and took a quick look at me before turning back to face the window to look at the road. "Thank you YN it's good to see your pretty face too." I chuckled at her pretty words. I loved everything about him.

We had finally gotten to hers because i couldn't give good enough direactions to my house and she felt safer me staying at hers. She helped me get out of the car and opened up the door to her house, she helped me take off my shoes and jacket. She helped me get upstairs to her bedroom and she lifted me into the bed, while she was putting my jacket down and taking off her shoes and jacket i started stripping down my clothes which was normal for me to do when going to sleep, i had disappeared the fact that Billie was even in the room until she turned around saw me sat in my boxers flopping down on the bed. I had went to the wrong way on the bed taking both sides of the bed, she gently shock me "You need to move baby" She whispered. I put my arm out and she took it in her hand "Come on baby" She said as i sat up and moved to the left side of the bed. She helped me get under the covers before getting changed quickly, coming out only in shorts and t-shirt. She went to the ride side of the bed.

She turned to face you "Night YN" She smiled. I smiled at her back, she turned around quickly before closing her eyes. I pulled my arms around her. Using her breasts as support to make sure my hands don't fall. "I love you billie" I whispered falling asleep

[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c29. Salvatore

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs, mentions of death, depression, eating disorders.

song to listen to when reading this: Se piovesse il tuo nome, Calcutta e Elisa.

abstract: it's Simon. do you know who this friend is? cause I've never seen him, I don't know… I don't like him. anyway, this chapter is all about him, you don't even need me here. this story is not about me anymore, I guess. salvo can talk to you next time, you know. since alba likes him so much. pff…

At the airport, Alba was scared to fall asleep standing up. It was a hour and a half drive from her place to the airport, and after the meeting, having to deal with an overexcited Kyle that wanted to talk to her, she felt exhausted. She realised mid drive he kinda asked her out and she brushed him off like nothing. 'I think me and a few others are going out later for drinks' he had said, walking her outside, 'You should come!' She used the opportunity to turn around and look through the glass doors, trying to find him. Are you doing out as well? Where are you when I need you? She chuckled and unlocked her car door. 'Thanks, I think I'll pass…' she tried to remain vague. He wasn't giving up. 'Why? You know, it could be good to get to know each other better, we're working together and all…' She finally looked at him, his charming and relaxed expression. She gave him a smile, trying to repress the internal screaming in her head. 'I need to go pick up a friend from the airport, but thanks for the invite.' He seemed surprised, but kept his cool. 'Well, your friend can come too!' She laughed again, but turned her back to him. 'Bye Kyle, have fun.' She heard him laugh while closing the car door. 'I'm gonna figure you out Judy!' He was saying. You wish.

She waited patiently for Salvo to appear out of the sliding doors of the airport, she ran to him when she saw him. He looked like he had been sleeping on the plane, hair messy, dark circles but a dumb lazy smile on his face. He took her in her arms squeezing her tight. 'Ciao bella mia…'She laughed and let out a long sigh. 'Ciao 'more…' She helped him with his bags, but he wanted to look at her for a few more seconds. 'Stai di merda chicca, che succede?' He said, to which she let out a loud groan. He had said she looked like shit. I'm gonna tell you in the car, she replied. Salvo was an handsome guy. He had beautiful curly hair, he had big and full lips, kind, round puppy eyes. He was tall, he was fun, he was outgoing. He was the kind of guy to get along with everyone, made everyone fell comfortable. When she didn't feel comfortable enough to speak, he would fill all her silences. When she got angry, he would always calm her down. When he was down, she was his biggest fan. He was the sun, she was the moon. She let herself go completely with him, and he felt blessed by her presence. He was blessed to see the real Alba, who sang out loud to Disney musicals and old Italian traditional songs. Who let herself be vulnerable and open. He had always been true to her, always supported her, but always told her his truthful opinions on stuff and when he felt she was making mistakes. He had always her wellbeing at heart. They gossiped together like teenagers, they talked about the past, trauma and what not, his family treated her like one of them. They were both from the south, hospitality was a big thing for them. He knew everything about her. They facetimed one of Salvo's sisters in the car, she just had a baby, making her Aunty Alba. Zia Alba. They didn't know her as Alba, obviously, they knew her real name. They knew everything, they still wanted her in the family. Even if they knew who she really was, they still liked her, they still loved her. Una Pentita. Collaboratrice di Giustizia. Traditrice.

He talked about Korea, how the past four months went. He was tired, he was glad he saw his family. He asked about her new job or whatever, that's when she felt like collapsing. 'È una merda, Salvo…'she helped him unload the car with his luggage, bringing it upstairs. 'Sto imparando l'alfabeto, dopodomani inizio e non ho idea di che cazzo devo fare…' Jinx greeted Salvo with loud barks and his tail wiggling like crazy. Salvo was enthusiast to see the dog, which was just a shy puppy when he first started coming round at her house. 'Se sanno che non sai veramente il croato perchè ti hanno dato questo lavoro?' He asked, sitting down on the couch, Jinx following him and trying to climb on his lap. She sat down beside him, let out a sigh. She explained she had a feeling something was going on. She felt like she was being lied to. When Jinx finally settled down she was able to rant a bit. She revealed things weren't going so well, her schedule was going to be tight. She had sessions all day, she had two hours of listening post duties during lunch break, four more to fit through the day, either before ballet or in the early morning, before her therapy sessions. She had Pre Ballet class with the little girls two times per week, her other group three times. And the best part?

'Sai chi si è fatto male?'

'Chi?'

'Quella troia di Rachel Montana'

'Cazzo dici…'

Rachel Montana was an higher level dancer, she was 24. She was from the oldest group the school had which ranged from 20 year olds to 27. She had been at the school since she was in diapers. The bitch had all the best roles all the time. Skinny, blonde, basic pink Barbie bitch. She went around saying Alba wasn't good enough for teaching, her tattoos were ugly, and all the ear piercings... She was too old for ballet. She said she wasn't in enough good shape to be a teacher, her flexibility wasn't too great either. Last year, there was this very good looking photographer at the theatre they were having the final performance in. Noah, so so handsome. Rachel was pissed at the fact he seemed more interested in taking pictures of Alba rehearsing with the kids than her dancing. Well, Alba and Noah hooked up in an empty dressing room the night of the show, Rachel spread the word. Fucking bitch. Well, princess Rachel, she was telling Salvo, broke her arm skiing with her rich dad in Switzerland. 'No fucking way…' She reached for the table to get her tabacco, grinder and cardboard filters. 'Guess who's playing Snow Queen this year?' The girl asked.

'Who, Angie? Is it Maggie?'

'No stupid, it's me.' She revealed. Salvo congratulated her in shock, but Alba soon confessed it wasn't really a good thing. Snow Queen was an extremely difficult role, her pointe shoe work wasn't good, her flexibility was worse than her fifteen year old students. When she heard the news she felt faint, they only picked her cause they could not be bothered to teach the choreos to someone else. Plus, everyone always said Rachel was too young to be playing Snow Queen. 'So basically you're actually in the show, you're not just teaching.' She nodded. 'Honey, you got a lot on your plate…' She made him some dinner, mainly leftovers, they smoked a bit of weed. He took a shower and got ready to sleep. They laid in the dark of Alba's room under the covers, facing each other. She touched his hand, comforting him, while he whispered about deployment, about how tired he felt, how he missed home. How he felt that career wasn't for him anymore. She felt his breathing getting heavier, but the sleepiness didn't stop him from asking her one last question. 'Mi devi dire di lui…'

She chucked, 'Who?' and he clicked his tongue. 'You know who. I want to know how you did it.'

'Did what Salvo? Literally nothing happened…'

'So what? I want to know, you guys basically went on a date!'

'Not true...'

'No, è vero chicca… se c'era una persona che poteva infognarsi con uno del genere eri tu…'

She spoke even though she wasn’t sure if he was asleep. She told him everything, even to go over the details herself. She said he knew where her office was, her apartment, her workplace. He knew what car she drove. She said he went to see her every time they had spoken, she initiated conversation only one time. He wanted to see her, that's what she thought. He was kind, he was gentle and considerate. He liked asking her about her life, he didn't like answering her questions. He was diligent and he looked like he would say yes to everything she says. He remembered details, he never ever tried to touch her in any way after the hug at the ballet school. She said she liked Simon. She liked that she couldn’t really figure him out, she liked it was kinda obvious she was the first woman he had went out with, in a while at least. She even liked they weren’t really putting a label on what they were doing because he was so awkward. She said that she could see how damaged he must have been in the past, it was the thing that kinda kept her from getting closer to him. She already had her shit to think about. She said she would wait and see, they would probably stop seeing each other around at some point. She acted like that didn’t make her a tiny bit sad.

notes: i am OBSESSED with this song, here, let me translate:

If in the streets or in all this mess,

It rained you name, I would like to drink it, one letter at a time

translations: 'Ciao bella mia…' Hi my beautiful… 'Ciao 'more' short for ciao amore, which means hi love. it's normal for very close friends to call each other love in a non romantic way. only in certain settings tho not all the time!! 'more sure we can get a coffee later. nooo, 'more I'm sorry that happened.

'È una merda Salvo…' it's shit, Salvo. Sto imparando l'alfabeto, dopodomani inizio e non ho idea di che cazzo devo fare…' 'I'm learning the alphabet, i start in two days and I have no idea what the fuck I'm supposed to do…'

'Sai chi si è fatto male?' (Do you know who got injured?)

'Chi?' (Who?)

'Quella troia di Rachel Montana' (That Rachel Montana bitch)

'Cazzo dici…' (You're fucking joking)

translations: 'Mi devi dire di lui…' you have to tell me about him.

È vero chicca… se c'era una persona che poteva infognarsi con uno del genere eri tu…'

but it's true chicca, if there was one person that could get involved with someone like him, it had to be you. chicca has no translation, it's like saying baby, but more friendly. chicco is the male version, it stands for something small and cute, for example to say grain of rice, we say chicco di riso.

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[missameliep]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @lorirwritesfanfic 😊🩷

I haven't participated in a WIP Wednesday in soooo long!

I actually have some snippets to share; I'm going through my drafts and planing to post all of those fics that are near ready.

Under the cut are snippets for: Bonds of Sea and Fire - Part 4 (Blades of Light and Shadow); Once Upon a Summer (Desire & Decorum AU); Second Chances - Chapter 25 (Desire & Decorum AU) and The one who got away (Ride or Die).

Bonds of Sea and Fire - Part 4 (Blades of Light and Shadow)

“You cannot...” he paused, searching for the proper word, “...charm your way out of a confrontation.”  “Do you want to bet?”  Tyril scowled at the suggestion.   “I'm in!” Mal joined the conversation, jumping from the wooden crate and landing with a loud thump on the deck. “5 golden coins you can’t!”  “Do you even have that kind of money?”  “Won’t you like to find out?” He wriggled his eyebrows and smiled at her.  With a shake of their hands, the challenge was accepted. 

2. Once upon a summer - Part 1 (Desire and Decorum AU)

Amusing some of his teammates and the group of girls, Hamid was in the middle of telling a story, when someone knocked over a heavy object near the entrance. Hamid’s eyes flicked to where the noise came from and to the influx of another group of students coming inside to fill the stands, amongst them a very beautiful girl he’s never seen in school and instantly caught his eye.   Turquoise backpack hanging on one shoulder, she moved slowly, and her long curly hair bounced around her face. It was a chocolate brown hair with golden shades that seemed like the sun itself had kissed, or maybe had just been following her for the dramatic purpose of stealing teenage boy’s breaths away. Whatever it was, her beauty was so enthralling he couldn’t look away, appreciating the long hair and shapely lips and bright eyes. If this was one of the rom-coms his sisters love, there would be a bubbly pop song playing in the background while the girl glided in slow motion, and when the camera turned in his direction to do a closeup, he would be looking dazzled with mouth slightly parted while trying to catch his breath. Nevertheless, no camera could ever capture the way his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her.  “So, what happened then? Did his father notice you two were gone?” Theresa Sutton’s questions ringed after what seemed like a dramatic pause in the narrative but turned into a play’s intermission.  Stunned, Hamid blinked a few times and failed to remember what he was telling them. Offering a wide grin, he clapped his hands, “Well, this will have to wait. Now I have someplace else to go and a record to beat!”  “That’s cruel, Hamid,” Donna Bowman protested with a pout, but it didn’t deter him.   Bending, he picked up the ball at his feet, and sprinted to where Yusuf Konevi, his dearest and oldest friend in England, was doing warm-ups with some of their teammates, without tearing his gaze from the beautiful girl, who was glancing everywhere from the benches at the side of the court to the stands, possibly searching for someone, and not once looked his way. Thank goodness, he was confident enough to not let this hurt his pride, and persistent enough to change that game.  Throwing an arm over Yusuf’s shoulder, he threw himself at him in a playful way.   “Hey!”  “Glad to see our star is finally joining us!”  “We’re all stars here,” Hamid said, flashing a grin, “we shine brighter together.”  The other laughed. “Smooth. I bet they’ll make you team captain soon.”   Looking over his shoulder Hamid located his target, standing alone by the stands, and asked in a conspiratorial tone, “Who’s that girl? I haven’t seen her before...”   “Which one?” the other asked before discreetly peeking at the direction he tilted his head.   “The one who looks like an angel recently fallen from heaven…” 

3. Second Chances - Chapter 25 (Desire & Decorum AU)

While her body reluctantly woke up and her brain regained consciousness, she was confronted by confusion and immense discomfort all at once, reminders of the insane amount of alcohol she ingested last night.   Her head ached as if samba percussionists were beating repeatedly their instruments out of cadence to punish her. The parchedness in her mouth seemed like she had wandered the desert for days. Trying to alleviate it, her lips parted, but her mouth had dried out and it was difficult to swallow and get rid of the disgusting taste sitting on her tongue.   The buzzing sound echoed again, attacking her ears, and she realized it was probably the mobile vibrating with incoming messages over the nightstand. Even though she wondered what time it was, the identity of the caller or texter and their reasons to be trying to reach her in what she assumed was the middle of the night didn’t pique her interest at all, if anything it riled her up for disturbing her rest. Mustering the strength to reach the nightstand to turn off the phone, she tried to roll over, but something blocked her path and restrained her motion. Not something, but someone.  In the dark she couldn’t rely on her sight, but her other senses worked perfectly, collecting information of quiet sounds of breathing behind her, the light pressure of a body against her back, and the arm she finally noticed dangling over her waist underneath the covers. And lastly, the fragrance that reached her nostrils was unmistakable. 

4. The one who got away (Ride or Die)

Once upon a time in what seems like another life, no one would spare a second glance at the shy teenager with untamed curly hair and oversized sweatshirts walking down the fancy prep school’s hallways with the nose stuck in a book. Back then she was just Ellie, the sheltered daughter of an LAPD detective with a single goal in life: get into Langston.  But then a bad boy – that was not so bad after all – waltzed into her life and introduced her to a forbidden world of illegal races, crime and betrayal. A world she was not supposed to know about, let alone desire to take part in...   Then love was added to the equation.   She fell in love, but not with this bad boy.  The thrill made her heart race faster than all those tuned cars. Every discovery about her abilities fueled the fire within and added to her confidence.   The process of unveiling these parts of herself drew her closer and closer to another bad boy – one dangerous enough to doom her entire existence. One she’d loved wholeheartedly and would’ve followed to the ends of the world if given the choice…  

Tagging a few of you who might want to share your WIPs with us: @princess-geek @rosesnink @lilyoffandoms @aallotarenunelma @jerzwriter @peonierose

Also tagging @choicesficwriterscreations

[otherone12]

I Never...

Jealous!Mikey Way × Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Hey!! Again, nobody ask me for that, but i had THE idea. I was listen to my favorite playlist and “Mr. Brightside” started play. I thought about how it would be interesting to write about someone that's not Gerard… Well, here's a Mikey imagine. (Frank × Reader fic coming soon)

Summary - You start to date Mikey, and when you meet his friends and his brother, he starts to be a little too jealous, and that's become possessive and scarry.

- Word Count: 1.672

- Warnings: Possessive!Mikey

- Ps: This is just fiction, if you don't like this kind of fic, don't read it.

- Ps2: They/them pronouns!

- Ps3: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps4: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language ... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st person POV

Mikey and I met two years ago in our senior year, we became really close while we have the same classes and he was my partner at chemistry class. We like the same movies, the same bands and we’re both ‘the weirdos'. The connection between us was so intense then after some months our friendship turned to something a little more serious, and three weeks ago he asked me to date him. I said yes, of course. 

   We always hang out anywhere, just to enjoy each other’s company, smoking, drinking and talking under the moonlight. I can’t explain how it is to be with him, I just want that what we have will never fade out. 

   I’ve never met his family or friends, probably because we're too busy. They are a band, and i have a job too, so when we find free moments we want to be alone together, just him and i. Anyways, yesterday Mikey invited me to meet his friends and his brother. I’ll not lie, i was so fucking nervous about that, because i know that they come at first than me, so if they didn’t like me, it’s all over.

   There was I, at the front door of his house. I felt my stomach churn with nervousness. Mikey talks a lot about how much he cares about them and how amazing they are, but I couldn't stop overthinking at the possibility that they will hate me. 

   I heard footsteps and the creaking of the door soon after. 

- Finally! - He looked so excited that I forgot about my anxious thoughts for a second. - I’m so glad you're here… I haven't shut up a second about you since we set up this..

   He came close to kiss me before I could say anything, his cold hands on my hips made me shiver, but I got used to this a long time ago. 

-Well, i didn’t stop to think about it too… like in an unhealthy way, but  i’m fine now, i guess. - I smiled at him and he held my hand.

- I’ll be there with you, don’t need to be nervous, babe. - The kind look behind his glasses calmed me down. I wasn’t calm enough, but it helped a lot. - Can we come inside? 

- Yeah… I'm ready. - I laughed and he closed the door behind us, still holding my hand.

   Was not my first time at his house, though at the last time, the house was empty, and I wasn’t about to throw up white nervousness.  

  We walked to the living room and I saw three guys sitting on the couch. The first one to get up to say ‘hi’ has a black messy long hair, and was wearing a Star Wars shirt, I knew the moment I saw him that he was Gerard, Mikey’s brother.  

-So, this is my brother Gerard. - Mikey said, and Gerard shook my hand with a friendly smile.

- It's awesome to finally meet you! - Gerard says - Mikey talks A LOT about you. Like... all the time.

-Probably not as much as he talked about YOU. - I said and we giggled.

- I think you talk too much about anything… - The second guy started, he was shorter than the others and had a lip and a nose piercings. I deduced that it was Frank. - He is supposed to be the quiet one, right?

- Why don’t you go fuck yourself? - Mikey turned a bit red, which is really cute. 

- Calm down, guys. We don’t need to fight… not now, not here, neither with an audience. - The last one seems to be the ‘dad’ kind, with an amazing curly hair, I was sure that was Ray. - I’m Ray, and he’s Frank. It's incredible to meet you.

   We spent the whole afternoon talking, laughing, knowing each other better and eating some snacks. But I felt that Mikey wasn't enjoying that as much as the rest of us. I just wanted to know why.

Mikey’s 1st person POV

Don't get me wrong, I loved the fact that they were getting along, but the way Gerard was talking with MY partner was, at least, too much. The giggles and arm touches…

What if they liked Gee better than like me?? I mean, It's not without reason, he's an incredible guy, but I saw them first, HE HAS NO RIGHT TO STOLE THEM!

They're so excited… what if-

- Are you kidding? That's one of my favorite comic artists ever! - Why did they seem so close to him? They just met! - I have like… about twenty of his comics in my collection.

- NO WAY! You need to show me. - Gerard never gets along with people by the first conversation, maybe they had met before, maybe he was hanging out with them and just pretending they don't know each other. - And I can show you mine, if you want.

“Please say ‘no’” I begged in my head. I felt weird thinking this, but who wouldn't? Gerard is not the kind of guy who could do this, but anyway he is doing it right now.

- Sure! - Their eyes were glowing, and i can't help but feel my stomach in knots and my blood boiling with the idea of my brother at their house. - Maybe the next time Mikey goes there, he brings you too. So you can see my whole collection.

I was trying to focus In any other thing, but i couldn't, because when Gerard finally stop to fucking flirt with them, Frank came up and started to do the execly the same thing.

- So, you said you're learning to play guitar? - NO FUCKING WAY. I squeezed their hand tighter, which made em look at me confused - Ray and I could teach you some nice rifs.

My mind sounded like an off air TV, just noises and disjointed voices that made me want to scream, I stopped hear everything that was said in that room. I'm not this kind of guy, but when you love someone, you start to want to keep everybody far from them, right?

That conversation seemed to take days, but when it finally ended I was glad. I didn't say a word.

1st person POV

Mikey and I were walking outside the house, ‘cause he insisted on taking me home.

- Mikey, babe, are you okay? - He normally is the quiet one, but he was extremely quiet - You were acting a bit different… Did I say something wrong?

- What? No, I'm fine, and you did nothing wrong. - He didn't look in my eyes and kept walking. - And… you liked them?

- Yeah! They're awesome… - I forgot how nervous I was before meeting them, they’re nicer then Mikey told me - but are you sure that you're okay?

I took a pack of cigarettes from my purse and lit it up with my red lighter. The twilight was so shining and we were walking together. This should be the best way to finish this day, but Mikey was upset with something, I know him enough to be sure of that.       

- Uhum… - He took a drag from the cigarette in my hand - And about bringing Gerard with me the next time I go to your house…

He halted his walking and looked directly at my face. Mikey opened his mouth to start to talk, but I didn't let him.

- Wait… is this about him?

Mikey took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes in anger.

- It's not about HIM, but the way he was talking to you - He sighed and his voice seemed to tear out his throat - And the way Frank talked to you… was just too much, don't ya think?

- Not at all… - I cannot believe that he was jealous. He's not that kind of guy, and why with his friends? - You know that I'm all yours, but I really don't think they're flirting with me or something. We just have a lot in common.

He came closer to me fast and grabbed my hips, narrow enough to make me a bit scared.

- But I think so… - His trembling and insecure voice, combined with a harsh tone I had never heard before, made me swallow hard for fear and concern. - You are so damn naive.

- I- I actually don't think so, Mikey, but-

- You know fucking nothing! - He spoke a little too loudly as he pushed me against the wall, people around us started to steer, but he didn't seem to care.- They WERE being too "friendly" and if you are still saying that they were not, I will start to think that you liked this!

- DUDE! - If he thinks that I'm the kind of person who accepts this kind of thing, he's wrong. - Calm down…

I tried to let go of his arms, but he held even more tight. I could scream for help, however I really love him, and I know we can go back to normal.

- Sorry… - He let me go and scratched the back of his neck nervously - I don't know what happened to my head… I swear, I'm never gonna do this again. Please don't leave me.

He broke in front of me, the anger turned into tears in his face. The desperation in his eyes shocked me and I couldn't react for a few seconds.

- Please say something, babe… 

   The lost puppy eyes… I couldn't help but compare it to how out of it he was moments ago.

- I'm not gonna leave you, Mikey. - I took a deep breath and held his face. - But, please, talk to me, instead of letting things get this far. 

   I kissed him softly and he barely reacted.

-I promise…

Mikey’s 1st person POV

   I know I promised them that I would leave this alone and talk to them instead of acting that way, but I followed them everywhere. After this day, I couldn't sleep well if I was not sure that I knew exactly where they were. 

   This probably sounds a bit creepy and obsessive, but I swear, I never.

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~ So... that's it. I TOTALLY would write a pt2 of this.

[a-spicy-reader]

Rainy Day Desire

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

Synopsis:

On a rainy Sunday afternoon, Yuta and his girlfriend, Kaori, find themselves bored and restless at home. Seeking to break the monotony, Kaori comes up with a steamy idea that quickly turns the dull day into an unforgettable experience. 

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Yuta and Kaori were lounging on the couch, watching a movie that had lost its appeal about twenty minutes in. The rain pattered steadily against the windows, creating a cozy but lethargic atmosphere. Yuta let out a sigh, stretching his arms above his head as he tried to stifle a yawn.

"This movie is so boring," Kaori complained, shifting her position to rest her head on Yuta's shoulder.

"I know," Yuta agreed, glancing at her with a slight smile. "Got any better ideas?"

Kaori lifted her head and looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Actually, I do," she said, her voice low and sultry. She moved closer, her hand trailing up his thigh.

"Oh? What do you have in mind?" Yuta asked, his interest piqued as he felt her fingers brush against him.

Kaori didn't answer with words. Instead, she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his neck, her lips warm and inviting. Yuta's breath hitched, and he turned his head to capture her lips with his. The kiss deepened quickly, and Kaori's hand found its way to the waistband of his pants.

"How about I make this rainy day a little more exciting?" Kaori whispered against his lips.

Yuta's heart raced as he nodded, his hand coming up to caress her cheek. "I'm all for it," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Kaori slid off the couch and knelt in front of him, her eyes locked on his as she deftly loosened his sweatpants. Yuta leaned back, watching her with a mixture of anticipation and admiration. She freed his cock, her fingers wrapping around him with a gentle but firm grip.

"Just relax and enjoy," Kaori said, her voice a soothing command.

Yuta groaned softly as she began to kiss along his length, her lips soft and teasing. His fingers tangled in her curly hair, his eyes never leaving her face as she took him into her mouth. She moved with slow, deliberate motions, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock.

"Yeah, you like being on your knees for me?" Yuta growled, his grip tightening in her hair. "Just like that, baby, that's it."

His words spurred her on, and she began to move faster, taking him deeper. Yuta's hips bucked involuntarily, and he groaned louder as she gagged slightly on his cock, her tears mingling with the rain outside.

"You're so good at this," he panted, his voice rough with desire. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come. You gonna take it all like a good girl for me?"

Kaori moaned around him, the sound vibrating through his entire body. The lack of oxygen and the ache in her knees were nothing compared to the pleasure she was giving him. Yuta's movements became rougher, his thrusts more urgent as he neared his climax.

"Fuck, yes!" he growled, his body tensing. With a final thrust, he spurted hot ropes of cum into her mouth, his groans filling the room. She moaned around him, her lips and tongue working to draw out every last drop of his orgasm.

When he was finally spent, she pulled back, looking up at him with a satisfied smile. Yuta let out a low growl and pulled her up to him, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. He tasted himself on her tongue, the raw intimacy of the moment sending a shiver down his spine.

“God, you’re amazing,” he whispered against her lips, his fingers still tangled in her hair.

She smiled, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. “I’m glad I could make your day a little better,” she replied, her voice soft and loving.

Yuta chuckled, his hands roaming over her body. “You did more than that, baby,” he said. 

They lay together for a while, the sound of the rain soothing them into a peaceful silence. Eventually, they drifted off to sleep, the movie long forgotten, the rain continuing its steady rhythm outside. 

I hope you liked it, leave your comments here ☺️

[enkays-den]

Skizz Week 2, Day 7: Free Day!

Thank you @skizzlemanweek for hosting this, I wasn't writing for the fandom when the first one happened, so I'm glad I was able to participate this time! Spending this week writing has been really good to stretch my writing chops, and to write characters and dynamics I haven't reached yet in Bid Me, Do Anything For Thee

Speaking of.... since this is a free day, I'm giving you an excerpt of Chapter 10!

1.3k words, warning: Imp and Skizz are not friends :(

Here's the AO3 link if you want to leave kudos and comments or read my other stuff!

There was a knock on the door, startling Impulse. 

“Uh, you can come in.”

Skizz cracked open the door. “Do you want to walk dogs with me?”

“Uh, all of them?”

“Yeah, I figured you should take Mickey and Peanut since they like you the most. I can take the hellions.”

“Umm… Okay. I’m okay to leave now if you are, I guess.”

“Cool beans.”

Impulse followed him downstairs, where Skizz handed him two leashes. Then, he called out, “Bubbas! Time for a walk!” His voice dipped up and down comically, startling Impulse a bit.

 Huh, even this guy has a dog voice.

The impending stampede of dogs was preceded by the sound of paws scrabbling, then they started filing into the mudroom. Skizz started to manhandle Buster so he could get his harness on, struggling with the large dog. Impulse put a hand on the dog’s back to hold him steady.

“Thanks,” Skizz said, fastening the buckles around his chest.

One by one, they got dogs attached to their person. Mickey was not breaking tradition as the most polite of the dogs, sitting calmly by the door leading back to the hallway. Peanut was sniffing his shoes, but otherwise fine. Skizz on the other hand, seemed resigned to keeping the three most hyper of the dogs under his care.

Finally, Impulse summoned Deckard with the usual whistle. The weeks at the MDI had conditioned Deckard well, the dog standing alert and patient as Impulse got his leash on.

Skizz was already outside, Vivi, Bubba, and Buster circling around him and determined to get their leashes tangled before they’d even left the property.

Without a word, Skizz led the way around the house and onto the sidewalk, Buster taking the lead.

Impulse trailed behind, Mickey on one hand, Deckard and Peanut on the other. The three-legged dog skipped happily alongside Deckard, who was walking in stride with Impulse. Mickey walked at a slow pace, easily keeping up with her long legs. 

A few feet ahead, Skizz had gotten a decent amount of control over his dogs. Buster and Bubba were trying their best to lead he tall man around, but were held tight by their leashes. Vivi was at their heels, bouncing from side to side and undecided whether she wanted to follow one or the other.

“How long will we be walking them for?” Impulse asked. 

“I usually take them out for half an hour, there’s an off-leash park about ten minutes past my usual loop point that I can show you tomorrow.” Skizz talked over his shoulder, not looking back at Impulse.

“Okay. Do you walk them in groups or all at once?”

Skizz scoffed. “No, I either have someone that’ll come and help me walk, or I just let them run around the yard until they pass out. All they need is a ball and they just tire themselves out after a while. That’s my routine most days, but I will take advantage of having an experienced dog owner around very gladly.”

“It’s no problem.” God, I hate small talk.

They continued walking around the neighborhood in silence. At least the evening weather was nice, and the dogs he had were behaving.

Just as they approached a four-way stop, a deep-ish voice called out. “Yo, Skizz!”

From the front porch of a bungalow duplex, a large man was waving. He seemed like he was a few inches taller than Impulse, with a similar frame. He had a light brown beard and short, curly hair with a flash of bright blue running along the top.

He walked over to meet Skizz at the gate. “Haven’t seen you in a while man, how are you?”

“‘Sup, man! Work’s been a bit crazy lately, I’ve mainly been at work playing catch-up.” Skizz smiled bashfully.

Impulse did his best not to stare. The man had taken on an entirely different persona to the one Impulse had known so far. His shoulders were slumped slightly downwards and he was slouching so he looked a little shorter.

“I know that feeling, dude,” they replied. “And who’s that walking the rest of the pack?”

“Oh, that’s Impulse. He’s my new housemate! Just showing him around the area, letting the dogs relax around him.” One would almost think from his tone of voice that the other man was genuinely happy he was there instead of completely apathetic.

Impulse looked up, putting a smile on. “Hi. I’d wave, but I kind of have my hands full.”

The man laughed. “No problem, I’ve seen this bunch tear down the street, so you keep doing that. My name’s Jevin.”

“Nice to meet you.” Impulse gave the man a nod before busying himself with Vivi and Bubba’s leashes, which the two dogs had gotten into quite the mess. It gave him a reason to not stumble through more dialogue with the man while also being able to listen to the conversation him and Skizz were having.

“Work’s doing well for me too, although in a few weeks painting season will be over and gutter season begins. Can’t complain, though, it’s good money.”

“If you’re only working one job, it must be good money,” Skizz said amiably. 

Is this the real guy or is the agent the real person?

They spoke for a little longer, Impulse  dissociating until he heard Skizz wrapping up the conversation. “Alright, man. I need to talk to you about the door on my garage, but we should get home and eat, it’s been a long-ass day.”

“No prob, man. You can always just slip a note under my door and I’ll ring you up.”

“Alright buddy, see you later.”

Skizz pulled the dogs’ leashes and started walking back the way they came.

Impulse followed in his footsteps, thinking about how different a personality Skizz had donned in front of someone else. He hadn’t known Skizz that long, but the change had seemed startlingly radical and fast. He was no stranger to code-switching, as his therapist called it, but never such an obvious switch with no idea who the real identity was. For Impulse, that act took time to trigger and exhausted him. 

Now, Agent Skizz had returned. Impulse couldn’t see his face, but he could envision that analytic stare in his mind, sweeping the area.

”How do you describe your job to other people?" He asked, trying to not say anything outright.

Skizz luckily caught his meaning and didn’t skip a beat. “Corporate event planning. Charity balls, expos, parties.” He slowed his walking pace and spoke at a lower volume. “By the way, you should keep whatever story you tell others straight and let me know what’s what.”

“I don’t think I’ll be talking to many people,” Impulse muttered.

“You’ve already spoken to Jevin,” the man pointed out. “It’s easier to get those lying ducks in a row right off the bat instead of consolidating a bunch of mismatched statements. You never know who’s talking to who.”

Easier said than done. Impulse was a bad liar and he knew it. Perhaps it came hand in hand with his candid nature, perhaps it was just another way his anxiety reared its ugly head.

He chose to stay silent for the rest of the walk, not having a single clue what he could talk to the other man about. Did he even want to build a rapport with him? Probably not. Agent Skizz put the civilian face on for the sake of maintaining cover, but didn’t seem bothered to say friendly at work. Joe, Zed, and Tango showed that the MDI wasn’t strict about employee etiquette, so if Skizz wanted to be friendly, he could be.

They arrived back at the house, and Skizz handed him Vivi, placing the dog directly into Impulse’s arms. “You can let the others loose in the house, I’m gonna stay outside and let the B-Boys tucker themselves out.”

Impulse nodded, slightly relieved they wouldn’t be entering the house at the same time. Something about Skizz just didn’t sit right with him, and he wasn’t willing to observe him long enough to figure out what it was.

[roller6262]

Harvey Gives Fashion Advice

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Harvey still had time before his next class, so he headed straight for his dorm. Harry's bed was topped with cardboard boxes, and Harry himself was rummaging through his wardrobe. He would evaluate individual items before deeming they were no good and tossing them behind him. "Dude, I've been gone for a few hours, are you still trying to find something to wear?" Harvey asked his room mate.

"Oh, Honey, I already picked out a casual outfit for the day" Harry replied without taking his eyes off his clothes. "That's what I wore to pick up all those boxes."

"By the way, what is all this stuff?" Harvey sat on Harry's bed and peeked inside the boxes. It was a mix of decorations, papers, and small items that looked like they could be used for games.

"Those are the supplies for tomorrow's Queer Student Union meeting. As secretary it was my job to pick them up from storage."

"So why are you changing again?"

"And repeat an outfit on the same day? Hell no. There's an executive meeting with all the Queer Student Union's leaders tonight, so I need to look my best."

"Sheesh, I'm glad I'm not a member of your gay club" Harvey sighed, "If I spent as much time on clothes as you did, I'd never get out of this dorm."

"Oh shut up" Harry said, tossing a shirt he was looking at onto his bed, "I bet I spend less time on clothes than you do styling that ridiculous pompadour" Harry ran his fingers through his own curly hair, then turned around to face his room mate, finally seeing that Harvey was wearing a patka, "Or at least, how much time you usually spend on it. That thing on your head is new. Is it some kind of fashion statement?"

"Huh?" Harvey placed his hands on top of his head, feeling cloth where he expected to feel gelled hair. "I thought I took this thing of last night. Did I tie it back on this morning?"

"What are you mumbling about?" Harry turned back to his wardrobe, "instead of making fashion statements like that, I wish you were a fashion guru. I could use some advice." Harry grabbed a pink scarf and wrapped it around his neck. He considered it for a moment before tossing it towards the bed like all the rest. This time, it landed on Harvey's head.

The scarf wrapped itself around Harvey's patka, forming a pink UK-style turban. "Wait… this is just like with Gurpreet's table cloth. Was- was that real? It is happening again!?" While Harvey was expressing a great deal of panic, the texture of his face became smoother, and his cheek bones were more pronounced. All of his hair once again darkened to a shade of black. His mustache thickened, covering his upper lip, and his beard grew to his collar in a squared off shape. To maintain this shape it was not cut, but rather well maintained. Harvey winced, expecting to bloat into a fat man like before. Instead, he grew a bit taller and slimmed into a model physique. He got that warm feeling again as his skin turned an Indian hue, a bit darker than Harvey's normal time, but a good amount lighter than previously. His features changed slightly to be more telling of a Punjabi man, but it was unmistakably Harvey's face.

Finally the rest of his clothes were altered. He was wearing a light blue silk button up with grey wool trousers and brown leather shoes. A tricolor, diagonally striped long tie appeared around his collar. A pink scarf, matching his new turban, hung from his neck, and a dark navy suit jacket topped his shoulders. Harvey looked at his arms in disbelief, his wrists were decorated with a gold watch on the left and an iron Kara bracelet on the right. "Am I imagining things again? Why is it so different this time?"

"So Harpinder" Harry started, as if Harvey hadn't said anything just now. He was holding up two shirts, one in each hand, "Which do you think would look better on me tonight?"

"What are you talking about, Harry?" Harvey realized this was just like with Gurpreet. Harvey, or Harpinder as he was now, seemed completely normal to Harry. "You never ask me for advice about clothes."

"I just didn't want to bug you with my day to day stuff" Harry admitted, a bit embarrassed "you're such a famous fashion influencer after all. I'm sure you have more important things to do." Just then Harvey got a notification on his phone, actually he was receiving several. He unlocked it and the phone opened to a photo-sharing social media app. Instead of his usual profile, he was logged into @sikhstyleguru under the name Harpinder Singh. The page looked like it was regularly updated with photos of Harvey as he appeared now, wearing a variety of fashionable suits and street wear. Scrolling down, Harvey figured this page had to have been active for a few years, which should have been impossible because he only transformed a few weeks ago. Was reality changing? Is that why no one thought his sudden changes were odd? Either way, Harvey took this as proof that he wasn't imagining things, he really had become a Sikh man.

He tapped on his most recent photo, the one he was getting notifications for. The like count was already well above three thousand and still ticking up. Comments included phrases like "waheguru" followed by praying hands emoji and "Att" with the fire emoji. "I really am a fashion influencer" Harvey said to himself.

"That's why I'm asking you, you know better than anyone" Harry said. Harvey was confident he'd be able to return to normal, as he had before. For now he decided he would play along with Harry's vision of him, as it would be useless to try and convince Harry that he was someone else. Still, Harvey's idea of a good outfit was a white tee and black jeans, hardly the wisdom that Harry was expecting. He decided he should just answer truthfully. "Honestly, Harry, I don't think either of those shirts would work." Harpinder stroked his hairy chin while thinking, "If you're going to meet with other leaders of your organization, you yourself should look like a leader. I think I can lend you something." He turned to his own wardrobe and saw that it was replaced by a pop-up closet. Due to the dorm's restricted space, it was smaller than any proper closet would be, but it still had enough rack space to hold Harprinder's many suits, with drawers at the bottom for the rest of his clothes. He picked out a deep blue dress shirt, a vibrant yellow dress tie, brown slacks, and matching black leather belt and dress shoes. Harry quickly changed and the items fit surprisingly well on him, despite belonging to someone else.

"This is awesome, I've never had a suit I liked this much" Harry was checking himself out from a few different angles.

"It's all about finding the right fit. Now you look ready for business" Harprinder grinned. Harry threw his arms up and gave Harpinder a big hug. He chuckled and hugged back, "Easy there, try not to wrinkle my shirt too much." Harpinder impressed even himself with his wisdom. Maybe this fashion influencer thing wouldn't be too hard. Once Harry had let go, apologizing for any wrinkles he might have caused, Harpinder turned back to his closet and considered his next move. He thought Harry's outfit could use a little something more to truly stand out. He grabbed two cloths from his closet. "Hold still Harry, I just need to add one last touch." Harpinder first tied the blue cloth around Harry's head into a patka. Harry did as he was told and didn't stop Harpinder, but he was still visibly uncomfortable.

"You know, Harp, these turbans look really good on you. I'm just think this is weird on a white guy like me."

"Nonsense, you just need to see it all together" Harpinder tied the yellow cloth into a morni pagg turban. Then he used a salai needle to smooth out the folds. "See? Isn't that better?"

Harry looked at himself in their dorm's mirror, turning his head to check a few different angles. "I guess so…" Harry saw his face turn a darker shade of brown and became delighted. "Yes! This vibrant yellow does go well with my skin tone. That was a good choice, Harpinder" Harry said in a Punjabi accent.

Harpinder nodded, "Now we must do something about your hair."

"But all of my hair is under my dastaar" then a short chinstrap of curly black hair grew on Harry's previously bare face.

"Obviously I meant your facial hair" Harpinder chuckled, using a wooden comb to remove the tangles in Harry's new beard.

"Ah, that is much better" Harry admired his Punjabi features in the mirror.

"I'm glad I could help" with this task complete, the pink turban on Harpinder's head unspooled and returned to being a simple pink scarf. Harpinder himself reverted to being Harvey, and his pop up closet disappeared, leaving behind Harvey's original wardrobe. The only thing that didn't turn back to normal was the now Sikh Harry. "Woah, who are you!?"

"Harvey you are so sweet. Pretending you don't recognize me because I look so much better in this suit? I'm flattered" Harry winked.

Harvey recognized that jokingly flirty attitude, "Harry, is that you?"

"It's pronounced Harri, you know that. Anyways, thank you for helping me pick out an outfit, I'll have to return the favor some time. But for now, I'm off to meet my felllow Queer Student Union leaders" Harri lifted the boxes from his bed and made his way to the door of the dorm.

"You can't leave, there's something wrong!"

"The only thing wrong here is that a cute guy like you is still only wearing a patka. Before the next Sikh Student Alliance meeting I am going to have to tie the most handsome dastar on you. See ya!" And with that, Harri blew a kiss and left the dorm.

"No, Harry, wait!" But it was too late, Harri was gone. "This is so freaky! First I'm changing, now Harry is too! Did I do that to him?" Harvey took a look at himself in the mirror. "It's got to be because of this patka I got from that Indian club. It's making me look like them!" Harvey tried to yank the black cloth from his head, but it wouldn't budge no matter how he pulled. "It's no use, the thing is tied on like some kind of magic." he sighed. "At least I can take care of you" Harvey said, looking at his short brown beard. Harvey went to his "hair care" drawer. He was pretty obsessed with maintaining a perfect pompadour, so he always kept a drawer stocked with hair scissors, razors, tweezers, an electric shaver, Combs, and his favorite gel. Opening the drawer, he discovered that most of these items were gone! In their place was a wooden comb, a salai needle, some kind of beard oil, and multiple patka cloths. "Where's all my stuff!? I thought I changed back" Harvey slammed the drawer, "I am not giving up that easy, you stupid beard"

Harvey grabbed a pair of office scissors from his study desk and went back to the mirror. They weren't the ideal tool for grooming his beard, but they would have to do. He brought the scissors close to his chin and attempted to cut, but the scissors wouldn't close. "Huh?" Harvey pulled the scissors away from his face and heard the satisfying "snip" of the scissors cutting the air, but as soon as they got close to his face, he couldn't bring himself to close his fingers together. "Are you kidding me? I can't cut my beard either!?"

It had become evidant that whatever magic had transformed Harvey twice today was also preventing him from removing his patka and hair, even in his white form. "I need to find a way to get 100% back to normal, and also prevent future transformations." Harvey thought the best way to do that was to write down everything he knew about his predicament. He grabbed his Religious Studies 372 notebook and started a list on a new page. 1. This all started when those people from the Sikh club tied this patka on my head. 2. I can't take the patka off, except to sleep and shower. Even then, I end up tying it back on without noticing. 3. When fabric touches this patka, I turn into one of those turbanned Indian guys. The table cloth and the scarf had very different results. Maybe the type of cloth matters? 4. When I transform, my personality changes a little bit and my memory gets a bit foggy. I should keep this notebook with me so I don't forget who I really am.

Harvey sighed and closed the notebook. He didn't know much yet, but this was a start. "It goes without saying I need to avoid that Sikh club, even if it does cost me a grade" Harvey checked the time on his phone "can't let my other grades slip though, my break's almost over" Harvey packed his things and marched to his next class, believing that he was temporarily safe from Punjabification.

[seducemefanficsandheadcanons]

Ending Unplanned

Warning for horny thoughts.

Cross posted on Ao3!

Chapter Seven- Bed Chem

How you pick me up pull 'em down turn me round oh it just makes sense

How you talk so sweet when you're doing bad things

That's bed chem

How you're looking at me, yea I know what that means, and

I'm obsessed

Are you free next week? I bet we'd have really good bed chem

Bed Chem- Sabrina Carpenter

A few days had gone by since Aron and Sam had finally started to form a comfortable friendship. After so long of hardly speaking, it was surprising to know that they could get along so well. She found herself enjoying their new playful dynamic.

The sky was bright and sunny, the air hot with a small occasional breeze. Aron and Melody were laying on lawn chairs, basking in the warmth of the sun after a few hours of swimming in the large in-ground pool. 

Melody’s curly hair was put up into a ponytail, water dripping from the strands. She was wearing a black bikini with white designs, a towel lazily draped over her legs as she hummed softly to the music playing from her phone.

Aron was wearing a peach-colored bikini, her purple hair left down as she laid beside her friend. She closed her eyes and sighed contently, enjoying the feeling of the sun on her face.

Laying in the sun gave her a feeling of nostalgia, the memories of her and her family playing in the pool or ocean causing a soft, happy smile to grace her lips. She may have had a lot of negative experiences with them, but she was grateful for the fond memories she’d collected with her siblings.

“I’ll be right back,” Melody told her, sitting up.

“Where are you going?” Aron asked, glancing over to her friend.

“Just getting some lemonade. You want some?”

Aron hummed. “Oooh! Yes please! Thanks, boo.”

“Of course!” Mel said back as she got up and wrapped the towel around herself before beginning to walk towards the mansion.

Aron closed her eyes again, her mind returning to the happy memories of her childhood. She was broken out of her thoughts by Erik’s voice. “Enjoying the sun, Princess?”

She perked up and looked back at him with a smile. “Mhm!”

“Good, I’m glad. You deserve a moment to relax,” he mused, sitting in the chair beside her. “I must say, you look stunning in your swimsuit.”

Aron felt her cheeks warm at the compliment, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “Thanks! I’ve had it for a while, but I had lost it until unpacking when I moved here.”

Soon, the sun on Aron’s face became a bit uncomfortable. She reached up and touched the skin, which was warm to the touch. “Hey Erik, can you hand me the sunscreen? It’s by your chair,” she told him as she sat up.

“Of course,” he said, handing her the yellow bottle.

She gave him a thankful smile and began applying the cold substance to her face, legs and arms, leaving a shine on her skin.

Aron's double jointed because of a connective tissue disorder she was diagnosed with as a teenager, so she knew she could reach her back pretty easily. However, she couldn't help but take up Eriks offer when he suggested that he take care of applying sunscreen to her back.

She turned so her back was facing him, moving her hair in front of her shoulders so it was out of the way. She sighed contently when Erik's hands smoothed over the planes of her back and shoulder blades, gently massaging the sunscreen in.

When Erik pulled his hands away, Aron turned and gave him a smile. “Thank you!”

“It’s my pleasure, Princess,” Erik said back.

“Are y’all ‘finna train soon?” she asked him curiously, remembering hearing Damien mention it that morning.

“Yes, that is the plan. We need to stay consistent with our training now, even without the risk of Diana and Malix.”

Aron nodded slowly. “Makes sense…doesn’t that mean y’all need enough energy too?”

He chuckled. “Yes, but we’ve gotten better at finding resources since settling to live here.”

Aron leaned in slightly. “That’s good to know. And obviously if you ever need any, I can just give you some of mine,” she offered, her hand brushing over his forearm.

Erik learned in as well, a smirk approaching his lips, but the two were interrupted the other incubi and Melody walking out of the mansion.

“Get a room,” Sam called out to the pair, crossing his arms with a look of annoyance.

Aron giggled, giving the incubus a challenging grin. “What, are you jealous?”

He huffed out a laugh, but his cheeks turned a little pink. “No! I just don’t wanna see you fucking my brother!”

She laughed incredulously, a blush invading her already slightly red face. Erik sighed in annoyance. “No one was ‘fucking,’ Sam. The lovely princess was just offering up some of her energy,” he countered, making her blush more.

Hiding how flustered she was, Aron leaned back in the lawn chair and closed her eyes with a small, amused smile on her face. She heard some more lighthearted bickering between the brothers before they all ventured away from the pool to begin their training.

Soon, Melody sat beside her with the lemonade. Aron grinned and thanked her friend, sipping her drink through the straw.

She could faintly hear the sound of the incubi’s training, and the magic being used caused a soft tingle in her fingertips. For a while, she resisted watching, not wanting to weird them out by staring. But when she finally glanced over, she couldn’t bring herself to look away.

Much to her own dismay, her eyes immediately landed on Sam. She absentmindedly noticed he seemed to be targeting Erik a bit more, but didn’t think about it too long as her mind went other places.

Obviously, she knew the man was absolutely ripped. Out of all of the brothers, he was the one she saw shirtless the most. It wasn’t because she’d paid more attention to him, but he just so happened to be the one that usually paraded around the mansion shirtless as if he owned the place…not like she was complaining.

However, now that she knew there was a possibility that he wasn’t completely vile, she noticed it more.

He’s an incubus, she reminded herself. It’s basically some kind of unspoken rule that he's gonna be hot. Still, she tilted her head, considering. His arms were huge, and she was reminded of the other night, when he’d effortlessly lifted her onto the roof. She also found herself thinking of the times he’d lifted large objects around the house or around the yard. She blushed as she thought of him manhandling h-

“Aron,” Melody whisper-yelled, lightly swatting her arm, effectively cutting off her train of thought.

She blinked and shook her head, her eyes shooting to the brunette. “Wha- what? What is it?” she asked frantically.

“You’re staring,” Melody explained with a laugh, making Aron blush more.

“I wasn’t staring!” she argued.

“Yes, you were! And your face is red!”

“I’m sunburnt!”

“Not that sunburnt!”

“Well- You- Ughhh,” Aron groaned in defeat and laid back down, closing her eyes.

She heard snickers from Melody, unable to stop her own soft laughter.

After a few moments, Aron started to feel a sudden hunger, which caused a painful pit in her stomach. This wasn’t uncommon, she typically didn’t know she was hungry until it hurt. It was mildly irritating, but it wasn’t until she began her training at the hospital that she learned people knew beforehand that they needed to eat.

“I’m hungry,” she sighed.

“Wanna go in and get food?” Melody asked.

Aron debated for a moment before shaking her head. “Nah. Too lazy for that. I’ll eat later,” she said, feeling too comfortable to get up.

Over time, it became more uncomfortable, and she found herself craving a specific food in particular. “I want mac ‘n cheese.”

“I really want mac ‘n cheese.”

“That���s so real,” Melody said back, but neither of them seemed to have any interest in getting up to make any.

Aron chuckled as she spoke. “Dawg, I can fucking taste it. Like- I want it so bad.”

“Go make some,” Melody suggested with her own soft laughter.

Aron debated for a moment and sat up, trying to find the motivation. After a few minutes, the two decided to go inside together and make it.

They entered the kitchen and looked around the cabinets, searching everywhere for the Kraft mac ‘n cheese. Every cabinet, shelf, and counter was frantically searched by the two women.

“What the fuuuck,” Aron complained as she searched the pantry. “We don’t have any.”

“Damn,” Melody sighed. “Do you wanna eat something else?”

Aron laughed as she responded. “Nah, I’m not even hungry no more. I lost my appetite.”

They decided to each get a bag of chips, and they brought some extra bags in case the incubi wanted some as well. They sat back down in the lawn chairs and settled to watch the incubi as they ate.

Aron sighed, the chips failing to fill her food craving. They didn’t fulfill her one bit, and with each bite, she wished it was mac ‘n cheese instead.

“I’m ‘finna be so real with you. I would suck dick for some mac n cheese right now,” she proclaimed with a bored tone in her voice.

“Girl…what?” Melody asked, looking at her with a look that was mixed with shock, concern, and amusement.

“I would suck dick for Mac n cheese,” Aron repeated. “I would give someone head so good that it’s life shattering. They’d have a new positive outlook on life. They’d have hope for the future because of how good it was. I would do that for someone if it meant they’d get me mac ‘n cheese afterwards. I’m dead fucking serious.”

“You’re so real for that,” Melody sighed, leaning back. “So, if one of the incubi, other than James obviously, offered to make you mac n cheese for head, you'd do it?”

“Honestly? Yeah, abso-fuckin'-lutely,” she responded confidently. “Look, sucking dick is fun as fuck, and I'd get Mac n cheese after? Hell yeah.”

Melody started to agree, but was interrupted by Sam. “You guys know we can hear you, right?”

Aron and Melody froze, eyes shooting over at the group of incubi, who were looking at the women with amused expressions- though a few of them were blushing. It wasn’t until the women’s eyes met that they dissolved into laughing fits.

“Whoops,” Aron said in reply with a shrug once her laughing had calmed down.

“We don’t know what you’re talking about,” Melody joked sarcastically. “We were talking about the sunset.”

“Yeah! The sky is beautiful,” she agreed with her friend.

“Uh huh,” Sam said, crossing his arms as the group walked over to them, likely done with their training.

“Is that what you were staring at earlier then, Aron? The sunset?” Damien spoke up, making her blush even more.

“Wha- yep! What else would I be staring at!”

“Well, your thoughts seemed to be focused on S-”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Aron interrupted with a lighthearted tone, laughing even harder as she playfully swatted his arm.

Soon the entire group- including herself- was laughing at her expense. They continued to joke around for a bit before going inside.

[skz-bella]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Under the sunset

Taglist: @curly-fr13s @elizalabs3 Pairing: Changbin x Bella Timeline: Between Maxident and OORDINARY. Tags: Fluff

After the water games, it was decided that Lee Know and Seungmin would go out to buy the stuff needed for the barbeque. As they went, the other members were left to their own activities, most of them remaining in the pool to play.

Bella, who was by the pool throughout the entire time, walked towards the edge of the floor, where it was covered by metal railings and glass panes. She leaned on it, feeling the warm sunlight of Jeju Island hit her skin. Even though the trip would be short, she planned to make the most of it with her boys.

"What are you doing?" She turned her head to see Changbin walking towards her. He was drying up after being in the pool for God knows how long and now changed into a long sleeved shirt that was tight around his body, allowing Bella the privilege of seeing his muscles.

"Just watching the view." Bella replied with a smile before returning her focus to the scenery.

"I like the view right now ~" Changbin immediately sung making Bella laugh. She felt him hug her from behind and she enjoyed the feeling of his biceps on her.

"Today was fun." He muttered, his face in her neck.

"Glad you had fun, Changbinnie." She smiled and ruffled his, still wet, hair. The two were silent for a couple of moments, enjoying each other's presence when they heard someone call them.

"Are you guys going to head inside now?" It was Hyunjin.

Bella glanced at the older rapper beside her. "I know I'm not." This made Changbin look towards Hyunjin, shouting that they were going to stay a bit longer. He nodded and went inside, following the rest who had entered a few minutes prior.

"You're not feeling cold?" Bella asked him.

"No, I still feel hot from playing in the pool." He said before bowing to the staff who were now leaving after packing the equipment. They would stay in a nearby house and give the group their own privacy and come back the next morning. Bella also turned and bowed, thanking them for their hard work.

After they left, the place was silent, if you don't count Han and Seungmin singing loudly in the house. Bella's eyes turned from the view and towards the now empty pool.

"I want to swim for a bit." She commented as she walked towards it.

"Now?" Changbin asked.

"Yeah." She proceeded to take off the large shirt of her body, revealing a purple one-piece costume. She dived in and Changbin could only look and laugh in awe as he watched her swim. While she didn't swim athletically like Chan did, she was still pretty good. The only reason why she didn't participate in the games today was so that the teams would be equal.

"Aren't you going to get in?" She asked him and he shook his head.

"I just got out. Why would I want to enter the pool again?" He replied.

"Good point." Bella said as she floated smoothly on her back. Another comfortable silence ensued as Bella swam laps around the pool whilst Changbin watched.

After some time, Bella began to notice the sky was turning orange. When she looked over the horizon, the sun was already halfway gone, making her gasp loudly. As a result Changbin looked at her in alarm.

"What is it?" He asked, ready to dive in and help if something was wrong.

"The sunset is so pretty!" Bella exclaimed. "I almost missed seeing it!"

Changbin blinked once. Twice. Thrice. Before he finally let out a tired sigh and looked at her with a mildly-angry look.

"I really thought you got hurt." He said. Bella did not seem to hear him as she quickly got of the pool and ran towards the edge and leaning over it. Seeing this, Changbin quickly grabbed the towel on the chair and dashed towards her, wrapping the material around her.

"Careful!" He yelled. "What if you fell?" Changbin made sure that the blanket was covering all areas of her body, especially her chest. He didn't know whether the place was safe enough but even we they try, some 'fans' would always find them. So it was always best for them to be on guard.

At hearing the worry in his voice, Bella turned to him and sweetly smiled at him, apologizing. At that moment, the sun's warm orange rays fell onto her face, making Bella look more beautiful than ever in the eyes of Changbin. He stared at her before looking away, the tips of his ears pink.

"It's fine. Just never run near a pool." He looked back at her. "You can fall and hurt yourself."

"Okay, I won't do it again." She said genuinely before looking back at the sunset. This time Changbin followed her gaze and proceeded to watch the sunset with her.

As the sun went down, the hand that was still wrapped around her pulled Bella closer to his body. She smiled at this and wrapped her own arms around them. The two remained under the sunset until Lee Know and Seungmin came back with stuff for the barbeque.