#so i'll just sit in my room pretending it's all fine I guess! :) no problems here. just going to be happy all the tie because i'm not

[torchickentacos]

[oniikabuto]

one bed!

-- sfw --

characters: kyle broflovski, kenny mccormick, stan marsh, eric cartman

a/n: i did this for a different fandom like a year ago. i love the one bed trope i just had to write a new one for south park....,,, lmk if you want part 2

notes: fluff yayyy; gn reader; characters have a fat crush on you live laugh mutual pining;

guys requests are very much open rigjt now pleasseeeekksflkdfnkjs

— ⛧ k. broflovski

sweetest guy. he doesn't want to take your bed, but you insist.

he also hangs his jacket on the door and keeps his hat neatly on your desk... which is kinda funny and cute that he tries so hard to be neat

freezes up and goes red when you slide into the bed next to him. poor boy is about to melt.

"dude why are you so sweaty are you okay"

"huh- what? yeah, yeah it's cool i'm fine it's..,,,,,,,"

wakes up with a puddle of drool and a wet cheek. he panics and wipes his face and looks over to see if you're awake. you pretend you aren't for kyle's sake. he's so cute.

his nose also does that stupid whistley thing it's so funny

a relatively still sleeper. he just kinda curls up and.. sleeps. sometimes he murmurs something in his sleep.

"cartman.. shut up..",

"what?", you murmur groggily.

"no"

"kyle??? are you awake??"

(no response)

genuinely cannot remember any of that when he wakes up.

— ⛧ k. mccormick

it's like 1am and you turn off the movie as the credits roll.

when you look over at kenny, he looks like a baby that had just woken up.

"dude, what time is it..", he murmurs.

"um.. late." you definitely did not mean to have him over for so long.

"do you wanna go home, or like.. stay with me?"

kenny perks up immediately when you offer to let him spend the night. huge, shit-eating grin spread across his face.

"dumbass", you laugh. but you kinda wanted him over, too.

he sits in your room and pokes at all of your plushies while he waits for you to go get a change of clothes for him. ("no way you're sleeping in that eyesore of a parka!")

almost faints when you change your shirt in front of him

youre the only person that can fluster him like that.

sleeps curled up like a little car

(I MEANT TO TYPE CAT BUT THATS REALLY FUCKING FUNNY)

makes funny noises

like when a dog is sleeping

you'll wake up with his face in your chest and he'll swear it was an accident. it was not

— ⛧ s. marsh

you were at your desk doing homework and stan was on your bed on his phone, both doing your own thing as music played from your speaker.

it's not until that last math problem that you realize it's late. really, really late. you look over at stan, and he's face-down dead asleep on your bed, phone still in one hand.

you don't want to wake him up and tell him to go home, so instead you take his hat off and leave it on your bedpost.

he's splayed across the bed right in the middle.

how?? are you supposed to move him???

after a moment of deliberation, you hold your breath and roll him over, praying he doesn't wake up.

he does obviously

"ow..???? y/n??"

"shit. sorry. it's late, just go back to sleep. you can walk home tomorrow morning."

"wha- okay"

he's too tired to object

plus he secretly loves being in your bed. it smells like you

snores and breathes kinda funny once in a while

no matter how still he looks when you get into the bed with him, somehow you wake up with his limbs sprawled out like a spider.

in the morning, his leg is on top of you and his hand is on your face.

— ⛧ e. cartman

actually such a bitch about staying over

he definitely tried to distract you so that he would HAVE to spending the night

he just loves spending time with you but he doesnt wanna ask :(

"but the couch will make my back stiff! i'll be soo sore in the morning!"

"just say you want to sleep in my room with me, cartman."

"whaat?? if you insist, i guess!"

makes himself absolutely at home. if you want to sleep in your own bed, you'll have to sleep on top of him or touching him.

he definitely does that on purpose

as much as it pains you to admit it, cartman is actually like really really comfortable.

even if he's squishing you to death

and he claims he has no idea he does that in his sleep

smells like a dove soap bar or like. baby shampoo and its actually really nice

snores like a monster truck engine

leaves his shit all over the floor but also offers to help clean up to impress you

(he cant clean for shit but at least he tried??)

[gamingdestroyedmylife]

Could you write something with Mammon and Fem!MC where the two are studying together and have some cute moments pls? :)

I really love your writings and hope you don`t mind the request

Thank you for your request Anon.

I had a lot of fun writing this One Shot. I hope you and the others like it and have fun reading it.

Btw my AskBox is still open.

Delia

STUDY WITH ME!

Mammon x Female MC

Warnings: none I guess, just fluff

It was almost midnight when MC looked at the clock. They had been sitting in Mammon's room for almost 5 hours trying to study together. Mammon had begged MC the whole day. He said that he could see how lost MC was and that without him she would never pass the upcoming test. Nobly he volunteered to help her.

Inwardly, MC already had to laugh a little. Mammon was really cute. He couldn't admit that he needed help himself and once again had to pretend that MC was stupid and needed help. However, he was also the one who had given up an hour ago and was playing with his phone now.

''Oi MC look I won again" MC looked up and eyed the demon in front of her. His light hair was sticking out from his head a little more than usual because he kept running his fingers through it. His clothes were more casual as well. He wore only a plain shirt and dark sweatpants.

''What are you playing there anyway Mammoney ?" asked MC, also putting her pen aside. If the demon didn't want to study anymore, why should she try to teach him anything?

"This is a new app where you can get Grimm by playing games. Levi showed it to me, although I think he just wants me to pay my debts to him. But it's really easy to get cash there. Wanna play?" he asked, smiling at MC from the side.

The latter just shook her head. ''Mammon, we actually wanted to study and not make money" MC frowned and looked at the demon of greed. He only grinned mischievously. ''But studying is boring!" ''Only because you don't understand anything!" ''Excuse me?! I understand everything. You little human need MY help after all!" ''Oh yeah?! Then explain the next task to me!" ''No problem"

Mammon grabbed one of the books from the table and skimmed the pages. "So you have to… so with that and then through that…" he stuttered for a while and MC laughed softly "Sure and I need help from the great Mammon" She gathered up her things. "I don't feel like it anymore, let's go study some other time" Mammon watched her silently while she went back to her room.

A few days later, Mammon knocks on MC's door. ''What do you want?" He looked down at the floor. '' Can we study together? I…..I need help" ''Oh you need my help to study? That sounded different a few days ago" ''I..I was stupid okay?! If I mess up the next test I'll get trouble from Lucifer" ''Oh and I'm supposed to help you even though I don't understand the material?" '' Mhhh MC I'm sorry please help me!" he said more fiercely and tore his gaze from the floor. His eyes met MC's and she realized that Lucifer must have had Goldie again. Otherwise Mammon wouldn't react like that.

"Fine I'll help you" His eyes lit up and he pushed past MC into her room. ''Great because I don't understand anything and I have to be able to do everything by tomorrow" MC suppressed a groan. That was typical Mammon.

Together, the two studied the entire night and MC wanted to throw the book at him more than once. Why couldn't he try harder!!! He was lucky that he was cute, because otherwise MC would really strangle him.

Tired, MC sat in class staring at the paper in front of her. She could hardly read what was written there and even less could she give the right answers. She was so tired all she could think about was that her bed was waiting for her. She had studied with Mammon until school started and tried to teach the demon something. But now she sat here and knew nothing more, while Mammon beside her diligently scribbled his answers on the paper. That couldn't be true! Mammon knew everything and she knew nothing anymore. She quickly tried to answer some more questions to get some points.

After class Mammon came to her and casually put his arm around her ''And how was it human?" ''Leave it Mammon" she said and pushed his arm away from her. Astonished, Mammon looked after her and wondered why she looked so angry. ''What's wrong with MC?" asked Asmodeus next to him. Mammon told him what had happened in class and what the two of them had been doing for the past few days. Asmo hit Mammon and explained to him on the way to the next lesson what was going on and why MC was mad. That Asmo always understood such things was a real mystery to Mammon.

In the evening Mammon came to MC again. Before she could even send him away, he entered her room and sat down on the bed. In his arms he had a pile of snacks and a game console he had stolen from Levi. ''Are you coming MC?" Maybe he wasn't such a jerk after all.

[valeriefauxnom]

Euden's Disregard of Self - A Comprehensive Analysis

I think we all came to learn very, very quickly just how far and how often Euden will go to prioritize others over himself. So for this next rant-nalysis I'd like to address the dragon in the room of the most obvious of Euden's problems that serves as the core to most of the 'whys' he has his other problems. Consider this a sequel to part one of my completely unprompted deep-dives into Euden here!

In any case, yadda yadda, this is very long, here's a cut...

Ahem. Back to Euden. So, I'll start this off by noting that this is far from a new thing for Euden. One of the very first conversations in the game has Zethia commenting that perhaps the only reason she's good at healing magic is because Euden gives her 'so much practice'. To which I ask: so much practice how? Despite Euden occasionally being a bit mischievous and getting him and Zethia to sneak out of the castle, he's largely been confined to the castle and Sol Alberia at large. Either he had a strong tendency for clumsiness or otherwise is accident-prone, but darn. How much trouble can you find as a child prince in a castle?

Regardless of how, though, he has. And while it might've been innocent stupid fun back in childhood days, as a young adult, Euden hasn't exactly learned much.

Even as early as chapters 1 to 3, Euden makes it clear he can and will push himself beyond common sense would tell one to rest/stop, a thing that actively endangers his life.

This continues into events. All in all, Ranzal puts it quite succinctly himself in the very first event in describing his pattern of behavior:

I know early on, Euden was often ragged on for appearing to many as a generic do-gooder selfless hero, but I think he holds more interest than that, even before the whole identity crisis started getting underway.

Specifically, he's a deconstruction of what being an outrageously selfless person actually is and does to those around him. Even his behavior in his backstory essentially amounts to forsaking most all ambition in his life (though not letting himself be incompetent or a burden as that would be 'bad') as to try and preserve harmony among his family.

Again, though, present day Euden is quite the source of worry and panic for others. Gala Sarisse's story has him collapsing outright from likely overwork-induced illness. Once Cleo notices he's not keeping up the appearance he's perfectly fine, what does he do?

Is it A: Acknowledge he could use a breather B: Alert somebody that he feels faint or C: Spend his last conscious moments insisting nobody 'fuss' over him in the interest of morale? If you guessed C, you are unsurprisingly correct.

I think this is a nice segue into part of the reason why it's such a big problem for him and everyone else: it's bad enough he's so set on pushing himself so hard for everyone 24/7/365, he desperately tries to pretend he has no problems because of it. He conceals infirmity, claims he's fine when he clearly isn't, pushing himself even further beyond just in that extra effort to refuse to show weakness.

Like sister, like brother, as a very similar scenario pops up in Gala Luca's story. Every single human in the Halidom is incapacitated and only getting worse. It's far from mere personal weakness at that point. Surely that would justify a bit of rest now that you can soothe the self loathing that you're being weak? If nobody else can fight whatever is going on, why do you think you can?

And yet, Cleo quickly needs to resort to threats to physically stop him from attempting to join combat, much less even sitting up. Mitsuhide gets an honorable mention in that she convinces half the castle before Euden finds out to give him a metaphorical heart attack solely just to try and take care of himself more and be more selfish.

All in all, I think it explains a great deal of the more excess protectiveness the group has for Euden. Aside from being their leader, he's well-established that he's not going to take care of or protect himself adequately, and so they are forced to pick up the slack to keep him alive and well. I believe me or my friend once called them his minders, and yeah. That about sums it up. That and 'living child leashes for the toddler who keeps gunning for the antifreeze'.

Because when he's left to his own devices, even things as simple as trying to peel vegetables turns into orders from him to rest before he faints of blood loss. He just does not stop at any reasonable point regardless if his task is peeling veggies or saving a village.

He's a veritable menace to himself, and the others know it. Whether it's Euden throwing himself into blows for others or trying to keep every emotion he thinks isn't fitting for a leader locked down tight, Euden cannot, for the life of him, save himself. That's where they have to constantly step in to create this pseudo-Ouroboros: Euden saves them, they save him, and they can only hope that they can do so in time so the snake keeps on spinning in a loop.

And he, on some level, seems to understand his flaws and the dangers they hold. He sometimes seems like he's actively preparing the others for his own death, even in chapter six when he's telling Notte to get ready to flee with the civilians, or chapter 10 where he stresses that the fight is getting serious and might take real sacrifices including himself. Then there's exchanges like this which pop up in places like Elias' story of all places.

It's clear he more views himself as the latter in his understanding of royalty. He's coldly resigned about being 'bricks' to the future, both of his family and nation, and treats himself accordingly. In Euden's view, it's more important to use his life to protect others rather than himself.

All this is a lot of hullabaloo detailing the exact lack of self-respect and willingness to take care of himself in any capacity, but I'm also going to draw attention to how his friends react to this.

While they largely have thrown up their hands in trying to get Euden to change his selfless habits and have resigned themselves to being damage control and voices of reason, they do still understand and treat Euden's behavior as a problem.

I think it's one of the smaller underlying threads in the main story, for instance, especially after Euden forcibly calls attention to just how destructive and dangerous his tendencies are after 14 and doubly so after 15 with lines like this.

Heck, even before they had some understanding, as when Euden first starts to fold to Morsayati's offer to possess him Ranzal accuses him of "losing the last damn marble rolling around [his] head". Which. last. I dunno, to me it implies some understanding that Euden isn't exactly 'healthy' in mindset, since the typical phrase is 'lost your marbles'. Euden understands, too, he's not exactly doing the best, judging by his 'I'm fine...for now. It's the best I can do' comment. And what do they do with this?

We immediately see Ranzal, in chapter 17, contemplating leaving the party, not for good old JRPG party fight reasons born of misunderstandings and miscommunication, but because he understands how much everyone is piling on Euden's plate. So much, in fact, he's growing worried the plate will break even more than it already has started to fracture, and he hopes removing the burdens he's placing on Euden would ease the pressure.

Chapter 18, of course, brings Luca's scene with Euden. What's the main focus of that conversation, (questionably winter-ready clothes aside)? Trying to insist to Euden that he is allowed to not be 100% all the time, and encouraging him to rely on them. To be a bit more invested in pursuing more personal desires aside from 'saving others'.

Even in chapter 19, Chelle steps up to the plate in this scene:

Chelle, spymaster always looking for the truth and details, understands well enough even in their short time close together that Euden was teetering on a precipice from which there might not be a return to offer him a last-minute out. She's concerned enough about whatever behaviors he's been exhibiting on the side or those others shared that she's offering to throw away the answer to a subject of great interest and one they've spent valuable time and difficulty on reaching this point.

This is getting way too long already even if I said this would be comprehensive, so I'll try to wrap it up here soon. Still, I think it's interesting how a not-insubstantial amount of time was devoted to showing the darker consequences of Euden's personality and slowly trying to give him therapy.

As a last note, I'd like to point to the JP only story writers' (there were 3!) interview here. Standard disclaimer I do not understand Japanese and am relying on translation, but I think this is pretty clear cut in this instance given the consistency and clarity of the themes they are discussing.

In it, writer Muneyuki states: "...I was conscious of writing a story about Eudiel (Euden's JP name), who realizes that even though he lost his title as a prince, he was still loved by everyone and seen as a person." and later that "I hoped that users would sympathize with and be encouraged by the sight of Eudiel starting again as a 'human' instead of a prince."

While it's not quite directly related to the essay before it, I do think it shares a connection to my points above. For all of his life, Euden has taught to put others above himself, whether it be for friends, his country, or his family. He's cultivated a huge mess of tangled issues about how he derives his own self worth in others, the 'duty' to be as perfect a leader possible to live up to his luminaries, and generally be the face and heart of a ragtag group of people trying to pull together a country in war. During the story, all that shatters as one piece of glass hits several of these tangled knots in one go.

Now he had to start finding an answer for who he is aside from his relations to others, what he wants. An identity aside from being a prince in service to others. Maybe, if I'm stretching, something beyond his compulsory self-sacrificial tendencies potentially sowed and wrought by virtue of being the selfless part of a god's heart. He's having to develop into his own person who can live for himself.

And that's the crux of his issues that were ultimately a surprise to no one. But they stuck around to protect and guide as they ever-so-slowly tried to encourage him to that better frame of mind and behavior because they cared. In essence: yet another of Dragalia's themes was 'the slow burn of trying to get someone recklessly self-destructive to stop and live for himself'.

In short short: Dragalia is about self care and learning to love yourself. It's just too bad it takes so much to get there, but I suppose to get to a peak there's a long steep climb, huh?

[demenior]

For that ask game, polynein?

Check my list of current wips here and send me a title and I'll post a bit or share some details about it.

this one was: polynein but for real cause this is who we are now

This was started quite a while back at the start of my crittyrole writing adventures, and was dropped off when I got shy of how a polynein, uh, fun time might be negatively received.

Here's a bit I can share, doctor'd up a bit for filters.

Caddy and Yasha talk out some nerves in a hot bath

“A shame Caleb didn’t tell us about [this heated bath and sauna room in the tower, attached to the Special Polynein Fun Room] before,” Caduceus says, “we could have spent a lot of time in here.” 

“Would you?” Yasha asks, “spend time, um, in this room?”

“Water was such a chore to heat back home,” Caduceus explains, “I like being pampered like this.”

Yasha smiles, “Oh, I see. Yes, it is, um, it’s nice to be pampered, yeah.”

“And it would be more fun with friends,” Caduceus agrees, though he’s quick to add, “but I like your company. The quiet is nice.” 

“Fun with friends?” Yasha asks. 

“Well of course,” Caduceus shrugs, “the more the merrier.” 

Yasha glances over her shoulder, back towards the main room. 

“They are all in there,” Yasha says, “you know, being merry.”

“Oh, oh!” Caduceus realizes, “I wasn’t--”

“I know,” Yasha releases him from stammering, “you know, for being very perceptive of things, you are very… chaste. Is that a religious choice?”

“Oh, no,” Caduceus laughs, “my parents, clearly, had lots of children.”

“So you’re...” she trails off, giving him an opening. 

“Generally not interested,” Caduceus offers. He sits and thinks on it. He’s never had to explain this before, he realizes now, and he’s not sure if he has the right words for it. 

“Really? Never?” Yasha asks. 

“I’ve been home alone most of my life,” Caduceus figures, “and then everywhere we’ve been, all the people we’ve met, and, well, no one interests me in, uh, that way.”

Yasha sits forwards, genuinely interested. He likes how open she is in that regard-- she never pretends or tries to hide her feelings. It’s quite a relief in their eclectic crew of fragile identities. 

“Do you think there’s someone out there for you?” she asks. 

“I don’t know,” Caduceus says, “maybe? But I’m fine if I don’t meet them. I’m quite happy with the friends I’ve made.” 

“I like our friends too,” Yasha agrees. 

“Is that why you didn’t go join?” Caduceus asks, “are you like me?” 

Yasha shakes her head, and she starts nervously playing with her long hair, “Oh, no I-- I quite like s-x. And romance. And-- and just-- having a person. But it, um, it’s been a while and, um,” she sinks lower and lower in the water until she’s just blowing bubbles. 

“I suppose it would be intimidating to have to have s-x with everyone,” Caduceus reasons, “mostly it just sounds exhausting.” 

Yasha lifts her chin out of the water to add, “I don’t think you have to sleep with everyone at an or/gy?”

Caduceus considers this a moment, “I guess that makes sense.”

“I’ve never been to one, though,” Yasha admits, “so… maybe you do?”

“I think it would be okay to break the rules,” Caduceus reasons, “if there were people you weren’t, I don’t know-- is it interest? Is that the right word?-- but, well, h-rny? For?” 

So many strange words for s-x. And a whole slew of emotions and problems that Caduceus has been quite content to stay out of. 

“But what if I go, and I only wanted to be with, like, one person but she-- what if she’s not interested in only me?” Yasha asks. 

“Oh,” Caduceus grimaces, “that’s a good fear. But, well, you’ll also never know if you don’t try?” 

“Does that go for you too?” Yasha asks. 

Caduceus reflects on that a moment, “I’m pretty sure I’m not interested, but, well, you’re right. I’ve never tried.”

“Is there someone you would try it with?” Yasha wonders. 

“Well…” does he admit this? Because it’s not like, not real, not true, the way Yasha is impling it might be, but then again what does Caduceus know about this?

“I think Fjord is handsome,” Caduceus says, “he’s nice, and funny, and kind. Sometimes I think I could like him more than friends.” 

“He’s nice,” Yasha agrees, “would you… if he wanted to, would you try things with him?” 

Caduceus rolls the thought in his mind like rolling out dough, “If I take my own advice, I guess I don’t know until I try it. But I’m not sure if I care to, to be honest.”

“I don’t know if I have the courage for it,” Yasha sighs, and then sits upright, “not that I think you’re being a coward! I think it’s good to know what you want.” 

“Well what do you want? Do you want to go be with Beau?” Caduceus asks. 

Yasha lets out a soft whine and sinks again in the bathwater until only her eyes show. 

“I think if she’s being merry, well, I guess she’s open to it. But if you don’t want to share then maybe this isn’t your time,” Caduceus reasons. 

Yasha raises up enough to get her chin above the water, “But it could be fun! Jester and Veth are there too. And they’re-- they’re quite nice. And beautiful. I think I could have fun with them too.” 

“Are you going to go in then?” Caduceus asks. 

“Are you going to stay here?” Yasha asks, “I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“That’s nice of you,” Caduceus says, “though I’m quite all right on my own.” 

“You don’t have to be,” Yasha says, “I’m happy to keep you company, if you’d like.” 

“But you want to go have some, uh, fun,” Caduceus says. 

“What if you came with me?” Yasha asks. 

“Oh I don’t know if I’m interested in joining,” Caduceus sits back. 

“I might not be either,” Yasha admits, “but we could… we could see? What they’re doing? And how we feel about that? I’d feel better if I wasn’t the only one, you know, not involved.”

[tiny-cloud-of-flowers]

for hapi !! is there anything that catarina does that makes you feel especially comforted or safe with her?

Hapi: "Hey Cici! Thanks for stopping by.

Mmm.. Yeah, I'd say there were lots of things! One is the way that she talks about stuff. Cat's not the kind of girl who just pretends to put up with stuff when she hates it - she'll just say it to you straight that she's not happy with it, and bring up why, too. It's just refreshing, you know? She's not a people-pleaser, but she's also not just mean for the sake of it or anything. And because she's so blunt about the things she doesn't like, you can be a lot more sure of what she does like. ..Like me. Which is nice.

Other than that, uh - well, the clue's in the nickname, honestly. Kitty-Cat's way more tactile than she looks to most people, especially when she's tired, soooo we tend to kinda crash out with each other after battles or training. It's a good reminder that we're back somewhere safe. We put some beanbags and blankets and cushions and stuff in our old classroom, just for when we're all hanging out together down in Abyss, and you'd be surprised how much the two of us get to just chill out and be cosy together, either there or back in our room. It's so nice! And it's comfy in both senses of the word. Also, Cat's the only person I know who can still look intimidating while curled up in a ball and looking up at you from the middle of a beanbag. Y'know, just like cats do sometimes? Coco doesn't count, she never sits in them. Yuribird just lounges on top of them like a chair. And B's never intimidating.

Kinda like this, I guess, except her legs are usually sticking out behind her.

It's kind of impressive.

But, I guess the biggest thing is.. again, it goes back to her logic. You know about my sigh, of course, but.. As soon as I let slip to Kitty-Cat about it, she immediately started thinking about whether there was any way to tame the monsters I could summon. Most of the time, people just insist they'd be happy to help take stuff down, if I made it appear. Which is fine! But there's a difference between that - that kind of "if you do this we'll help you clear it up, and make it look like nothing ever happened in the first place" - and what she said. 'Cause what she said is more like.. "if you do this we'll find a way to make it work for us". And the fact she'd want to do that is.. it's just really heartwarming, you know? Like I'd never be alone and stuck with a problem I can't solve.

..Sorry, I kinda went on a tangent in the middle there. You've.. probably got places to be and stuff, so, I'll see you around, Cici! Say hi to Didi for me, 'kay?"

[oc-aita]

AITA for trying to set my sister up with my ex?

And also for pretending to be single for a bit and making my husband pretend he's married to our mutual best friend. It's complicated.

For the record, I'm nonbinary, my husband is a man, and our friend, my fiancee and my sister are all women. I'm also bisexual, and my husband is asexual but we get along fine.

I'll start from the beginning. See, I was born into a wealthy family, betrothed to this girl from another family. I think our parents set things up before we could even talk properly. She was my friend though, I grew up with her and we liked each other fine.

And then our country was absolutely devastated by a plague. My parents died, I barely survived and have chronic health problems as a result. Everything was such a mess, I actually got placed in a normal orphanage and my extended family didn't know I was alive. After my health was cleared, I was adopted by a family from another country. And I agreed to it, this wasn't against my will at all.

I did go back and find my extended family later, and I think they must be the reason my childhood fiancee has finally managed to find me again after all these years. She and her parents believed I was dead for well over a decade. But despite this, she never agreed to marry anyone else.

In the meantime, I've grown to love my adoptive family and i met my husband at college. He's wonderful, I love him so much. We both studied art, I was actually the nude model for his sculpture class and we became friends because I had to come in for extra modeling hours just for him. He's half blind and missing some fingers, he needed the extra hours to keep up with the class work. Since it was just us and the teacher, I talked to him to break the awkward silence, and then we became friends. He turned me down when I asked him out though (after the class was complete. I never dated anyone while I was actively modeling for a class they attended) but we stayed friends and the next year he asked me out! Our mutual best friend, also one of my exes, was an amazing wing woman.

But now I'm married and we have a baby by surrogate. And suddenly my childhood fiancee and her parents show up to my adoptive family's house and want me to marry her! I sort of panicked. I don't mind having a second spouse. I don't know how my husband would feel about it though. But more than that, I know it would be bad for my fiancee's reputation if she held out loyally waiting for me despite my reported death all these years, and then had to be my second spouse instead of my first. And she's so nice, we were best friends, I don't want to hurt her social status that way. And I can't just marry her on the spot, I needed time to talk things over with my husband and figure out why my fiancee waited so long without trying to marry someone else.

So I kind of pretended that I was still single. And I asked her parents to give us time to court each other properly, since it had been so long. But when they came into the house and started to meet my adoptive family, my husband and our best friend were sitting together with the baby. And I panicked and introduced them as my friends, claiming they were a married couple.

The baby looks more like my husband, since the surrogate was actually a relative of his. Might look more like me as he grows up, I guess we'll see. But it did make it easy for me to claim the baby belonged to him and our best friend. I kind of decided that part of my plan on the spot, it totally caught my husband off guard and I feel bad about that.

Thank goodness he took those theatre classes in college, he improvised so well once he got over the shock of the moment, and our best friend was maybe a little too happy to go along with it. She did have an unrequited crush on him before I ever met him. But anyway, once we had sent my fiancee and her family off to a guest room that night, my husband and our friend really let me have it. My husband was really annoyed at me for lying on the spot. They both demanded an explanation so I told them. They're still working with my lie, it's been over a week now. They even kiss in front of my fiancee and her family to sell the lie. I think they're also doing it to antagonize me. I guess I deserve that.

But that's not even the biggest problem right now! While talking to my fiancee, I found out the real reason she's never married anyone else. It's because she isn't even attracted to men! She's a lesbian, and she just never really figured out how to tell her parents. She also kinda saw through my lie and knows I'm not really single.

She figures being my second spouse would be fine, because she wouldn't even have to sleep with me and could just live in my house and be away from her family. She loves them, but she'd rather pretend to be my wife than explain her sexuality to them. They're old fashioned, she just doesn't know how they'll handle it.

But as it happens, my adoptive older sister is also a lesbian. And the rule in my home country about betrothal is that you can't marry someone to a younger child if the older child is still single. Which my sister is. So. My plan now is I think I can set them up. It would have to be a really short courtship, unfortunately, they'll still practically be strangers if we pull this off and get them married. But I could exploit the loophole and have my fiancee marry my sister.

Then she would still be able to leave her parents and have time to figure herself out, I don't have to admit that I totally lied about being single, and they can just go home. Might have to get my sister to disguise herself as a man. My fiancee's parents only met my siblings briefly, they've been talking to my parents more. I'm sure they wouldn't really notice that I suddenly had an older brother.

I haven't talked to my sister about it yet. My husband thinks it's a terrible plan and I should just tell everyone the truth. My fiancee isn't sure we can pull it off. But come on, her parents have gotten so desperate they hunted down her childhood betrothed after thinking I was dead for over a decade. Surely it won't be that hard to redirect their desperation to a new target. I just need to set things up! If it doesn't work out, they can get divorced and my fiancee can live her life as an independent woman. Win-win, I think.

But anyway, I've been pressured into asking all you total strangers to judge my choices, so go ahead. AITA?

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Playtime

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan

I didn't even bother to put my contacts in to go out so all I have to do is get out of these shorts.

No, I don't want boxers either.

I head upstairs and pull on some undies.

Maybe I'll just start wearing them all the time since Emmett doesn't seem to mind them.

I didn't even bother to put my contacts in to go out so all I have to do is get out of these shorts.

No, I don't want boxers either.

I head upstairs and pull on some undies.

Maybe I'll just start wearing them all the time since Emmett doesn't seem to mind them.

He's sitting in front of the TV when I go down and it looks like nothing I can help with so I curl up on the couch and stay out of the way.

"Can I ask you something" he says without looking my way.

"Of course."

"Do you remember when you came before me when I asked you not to... on the phone?"

I remember the scene, mostly but actual words?

"I'm not sure I remember."

"You said two things. You said you wanted me to cum up your ass and you also said, right before you came, that you wanted me to clean you out, make you take more than you usually do."

I definitely may have said that.

"They're both vulnerability things I guess although the first is very caveman, too, which is sexy. I know I'm clean and if you know you are, feel free. The second?"

I always try to clean myself out before I know we'll be getting freaky but having him do it?

To not have control over it? I don't know.

"I don't know. I'm up for trying it but maybe it's one of those things that's better in your head, you know?"

He flips on the T.V and there it is... the opening screen... I clap.

"You did it."

"Looks that way. Now, you have to pay to play, babe."

I try to pretend to be upset about that but it's not easy even though I wish I could do both at once and both right now.

"You can play with me while I play games."

Problem solved... It worked for the movie.

"Nope, not today. First you earn it and then you get your present. I don't want you distracted, I want you to feel every single thing I do to you, baby boy. Come upstairs."

Okay.

Different but okay... at least this way I'm not tortured by staring at the Lego Batman screen.

"You can unicorn anything, Finnegan. Remember that."

I remember... his reminder makes more sense when he shows me a cock ring, then drops to his knees and pulls my undies down.

He takes me into his mouth and I close my eyes... it feels so good.

"No, don't stop," I beg when he leans back but he just smiles at me and slips the cock ring on.

I've never worn one but it's not painful, just really there.

"What's that?"

"It's to keep you hard but not let you come too early."

He puts a towel on the bathroom floor and tells me to kneel and put my head down... holy shit, he's going to do it.

My first instinct is to tell him how I do it and how much I take but that's the whole point, isn't it?

This will be different... he'll do whatever he wants.

"Time to get to work on opening you back up, Finnegan."

The nozzle slides in fine, he's careful and takes his time and then there's the rush of water.

I take deep, slow breaths and enjoy it.

I always love the water going in, probably more than I should and I will admit that I get a huge kick out of knowing how much is inside.

"Can I see?"

He smacks my ass but it's not too hard.

"No."

I feel a little tug and the water stops.

There.

"Now for the second one."

What?

Um, wow... okay, I'm willing to try.

I rock gently left and right, trying to make room.

He reaches down and strokes my cock a few times and I toss my head to the side and sigh.

"Feels good, Emmett."

I get a light cramp but it's not bad and it passes quickly and he's still stroking me and then I feel more water.

"One morning, when you're full of my cum, I'll come in here and clean you out and make you jack off and come when you're full. I can't wait to watch you writhing on the floor, Finnegan. We're going to do that real soon. This is just a warm up. Take all of that, there you go."

Now I'm full, it's a lot and the cramps are more than just a mild inconvenience.

"It hurts Emmett I want it out."

"Of course you do, your ass hasn't learned to accept whatever I give it. This is just the beginning, that ass is going to take a lot more before you get your prize. And after you've had my cock, you can have your game."

Wait, what?

Oh my God... his cock is the prize.

True.

Still, he's awful.

"Oh, fuck, Emmett," I moan during a bad one.

"Roll onto your side," he says, helping me.

"There you go, good boy."

Something gives and it rushes deeper and I jerk my hands towards my stomach.

"Oh, that's... yes."

It feels better now and I'm fine even when he helps me up a few minutes later.

He tells me to take my time emptying out and then comes into our bedroom... our bedroom.

He's waiting patiently when I walk in and he pulls me into his arms and kisses me.

"All better?"

"Yes but this stupid thing is annoying" I say, poking at the cock ring.

"Well I'm not done decorating you yet Finnegan, sorry. Now turn around."

He pushes gently on my back and leans me forward a bit and then works a plug in.

"There, now you're set. Considered making you wear this when we went out but there's always next time. You'll be better trained soon, won't you? You'll want something up your ass all the time and this will have to do when we're out."

Wearing a plug out?

It sounds so naughty.

More training?

Yes please.

"I... I don't like it, Emmett."

Yeah right.

"It's either that or my cock but fine, we can hurry this along. Put your hands on the bed and lean over real nice for me."

He pulls the plug out and then the lube shooter slides in.

I can tell by the shape.

"I like this one, Emmett."

"Ask me nicely to fill your hole, Finnegan."

"Fill me up, Sir. Please shoot it in deep."

Okay, maybe that was a bit too enthusiastic but I can't always suppress it.  

[dzpenumbra]

2/7/23

I'm a bit upset I didn't start this earlier, I could've kept the bedtime momentum from yesterday. And I have a lot to cover today. I'll try to be brief.

The doctors appointment was... confusing. And overwhelming. As I have said several times, the primary reason I went was to get linked up with a GP so I can set up an ADHD screening, so I can get formally diagnosed and start exploring options for management. My primary focus in mental health care lately has been depression and PTSD, mostly PTSD, and I have been very interested in seeing if I can address underlying executive function issues, which PTSD obviously makes much worse, and is a huge source of depression and anxiety. And, with me constantly suffering impostor syndrome, I have no idea whether the problems I have with routine functioning are a byproduct of my PTSD (developmental, cognitive, nurture), a neurodiversity thing (genetics, nature) or a combination of both. By either confirming or denying with certainty a genetic, biological component, I can really set my focus entirely on what I need to work on. Like my therapist was saying, if I have an underlying neurodiversity issue, it's like fighting the same fight with one hand tied behind my back, and meds could potentially open a lot of doors for that.

So... I show up pretty much on time. I chug a Monster on the way there. It was one of those mocha ones, those just disappear for some reason, probably because they're not carbonated. I was running on 6 hours of sleep. I get in and the waiting room is fucking empty. 2 month waiting list and the place is completely empty. And zero wait time. I walk in, the nurse does my blood pressure and comments on how it's highly elevated. Like... she seemed concerned, and offered to double check it later on in the appointment, but never did. Took pulse, that was fine. Then went right into like... some basic history stuff. And she started asking about mental health stuff, and that's why I was there so... I started talking. I started struggling to think, getting really foggy and overwhelmed. I said PTSD, but then started floundering a bit and stumbling on my words. My thoughts were swirling way too fast, I was bouncing between "what are my current diagnoses" and then the dozens of diagnoses I have gotten in the past and shit. I mean, we're talking over 10 years of history here. "Is OCD still a thing?" "Is panic disorder still a thing?" "Would I say agoraphobia?" "Do I even have any formal diagnoses anymore?" "Who was the last person to actually diagnose me?" And the years of shit just started flooding back.

I apologized to the nurse... of course... then just said like... "depression and anxiety stuff." Or something. I don't know. I choked, I guess. I felt the time pressure. I remember stressing that my therapist sent me to them to get screened for ADHD. I swear, I've told them that like 5 times now.

After a minute, the doctor comes in. She seems nice, a more bohemian type, which meshes well with me. She asked me what I do. Seriously, first question from people every fucking time. "What's your name? What do you do?" And I immediately convince myself, "I'm not actually an artist, I'm actually a fraud. I'm just a lazy shit who sits around playing video games and watching YouTube all day, pretending to be an artist. I mean, what's the most recent art piece I've even made?" So I say, "I'm an artist." And the asshole in my head goes "god, you better hope she believes that." And she asks, "oh really? What's your medium?" And I... stumble. Again. Like... I immediately went to "ink". But like... I really haven't done that many ink pieces. My hoodie was the latest ink piece. Hey, guess what? I was wearing the hoodie too... I could've just fucking shown her. But... not in my freaking out brain, I couldn't. So I just sorta fumbled around "ink and pencil, I guess... but I'm exploring other mediums." And she starts sharing how she likes working with clothing and sewing and stuff like that. It was a nice point of commonality, I appreciated that. I just... was more preoccupied by the tornado in my head.

I have no idea how visible that shit is to others. I've been told it's barely visible at all. To me, it's so damn obvious.

I can't go step by step on this, I'm falling asleep, I'm gonna nutshell. She sent me back to my therapist to see if he'll do the screening. Despite him being the one who sent me to her. Her reasoning is sound, she wanted to make sure there wasn't any kind of misdiagnosis or anything, she thought it would be better if the person who screened me actually had a history with me, actually knew me. And I think she has a good point. I have some options to explore there.

She walked me through how hellish the controlled substance regulations are through her. And I mean... it's fucking bad. Like monthly visits, piss tests that can't even show positive for THC, shit like that. It upset me. A lot. I don't like being treated like an addict or a drug dealer. At all. Like, if they were trying to scare me off of even trying stimulant ADHD meds, they fucking succeeded. They scared the Christ out of me. And set off a bunch of underlying trauma shit that's been haunting me in waves all day since.

Like... I move heaven and earth (in the framework of my world), I show up for an appointment after inverting my sleep schedule, 3 days after putting my beloved cat down, I'm actively grieving, I'm a shut-in who rarely leaves my house, I show up on-time, I wait the full 2 months for the appointment. I show up on 6 hours of sleep, I cooperate fully and respectfully, I'm honest and forthright. I have never had a voluntary addiction other than tobacco, which was much more habitual than chemical. I don't have recreational drugs that I could do. I can't drink or I get insane heartburn or start feeling sick well before I get drunk. I can't smoke or else there's a 70% chance I'll freak out and have a waking nightmare. I refused to pursue benzos again because of how I had 3 different brushes with death trying to fucking detox off of them, because I don't have a healthy support network, and even taking one out of the context of regular prescribed usage just brings me right back there. And yet, if a trace of anything shows up in my piss? I get treated like a drug dealer. I get treated like a scam artist swindler who lied their way into a doctor's office to get a prescription for low-grade amphetamines to sell them to college students so they can giggle for a few hours. Or just a fucking drug addict myself. Like all of my efforts to be responsible, mindful and intentional with substance usage was really for nothing, because the system is going to assume that I'm a criminal.

You can probably tell how upset I am about this. This is a fraction of it. This narrative was so powerful this morning that I had to stop doing yoga, first time in the month and a week I've been doing it every day. I called my mom while lying down on the yoga mat because I had to just get the fucking thoughts out. It combined with a few other triggers and just led to utter catastrophe by the end of the night.

Back to the appointment. The doctor wrote me a bulletpoint list of highlights on the back of a business card. She deserves a medal for this, because by the time I got to the door leaving the health center, I had completely forgotten everything we went over. Like fucking Memento or some shit. But she went over some non-stimulant drug options that she can help me out with, even without a diagnosis, I guess? I found that odd, but whatever. I'm going to look into them tomorrow. So yeah, I have a plan. But at a price.

Being in the doctors office (with a lot of medical trauma), feeling like people are being suspicious or unfair to me, and having to explain the story of my life... which, today, was just... utterly depressing... having to explain why I was in a state-funded mental health institution, voluntarily... Like... the context on these things makes a really big difference, and I only had 15 minutes total with this woman. I didn't even get to talk about any of my physical issues at all, like it didn't even have time to cross my mind. All those trauma sparks just set off a powderkeg. The yoga interruption was the shot across the bow. I sank into recording music for the rest of the day. It went really fucking well. I got bass set up, the bass lines were really goddamn hard but I recorded something passable. I even recorded some vocals, which I basically sang at a slightly pushed falsetto near-whisper. I don't really like them, I really wish I would just go for it and project them, but like... neighbors right on the other side of the wall... might be more of a mid-day thing, when people normally aren't home. But the song is mostly done, sans screams.

After that... my mom called. And... I got set off. I don't even know what did it, honestly. I really don't. It could've been anything. But my fight/flight/freeze/fawn today was... freeze. Big-time freeze. For a while. And my mom kept pressuring me to explain why I was upset, so she could help, which just made things worse. And, I completely get why she would do that. It makes perfect sense from that side of the glass, especially when you don't really know it's a trauma response. Maybe it just looks like I'm a bit grumpy or moody or something. Maybe I mask that shit way too well. After finally being able to tear myself free of that quagmire enough to communicate, I was able to tell her about what was going on there. How, in my experience, I got set off by something deeply upsetting that brought back very painful memories. And she was pressuring me, obligating me, to go back and look at it again, and describe it to her in more detail, relive it again... or else I will not get support. Because otherwise, she won't know how to help me with the situation. It's a very common problem we have. And I think I did a good job articulating it today, from my perspective.

It sucks when people are doing the right thing, just in the wrong context. And trauma can be really confusing like that. Like, what I needed was just... help with the emotions and memories I was dealing with. The Now. The details are not essential, honestly. We can work our way up to that, if needed. Right now, I don't feel safe. Right now, I'm scared. Right now, I feel aftershocks of mistreatment and abuse. So what I need right now are demonstrations of safety, comfort and caring. Then, when the alarm bells stop chiming in my brain, we can explore more practical solutions if need be.

My family just... is completely emotionally illiterate. Even me, with all my insanely overwhelming emotions... even I am not very fluent. Even I struggled to identify the emotion I was flooded with today. But these people just flat-out have no idea how to deal with an emotional problem. It's just 100% practical. "How do I make your problem go away for you so you stop hurting?" "How do I solve your problem for you so you're not upset anymore?" It looks helpful, it feels helpful in intent, but it completely bypasses emotions. I suspect by design. And when you're dealing with an emotional problem? It's doomed to cause issues.

So yeah, I just ordered delivery Applebee's again and collapsed in the comfy chair and ate tons of mediocre food and nodded off to a livestream and now it's like 1:30... so I'm going to go to bed.

I need a break.

[yo-momsin-mybed]

Requested by anonymous

"Can you please do a jonny goodman x reader where the reader is Jim's niece and everyone except her to be really weird but turns out jonny knows her and he's head over heels for her?"

~~~~~~

"Hello all" Jim said as the door opened "Jackie you look nice"

"Thanks jim" Jackie nervously asked "is there something you need?"

"Oh yes! My niece is coming over and well I know her very well"

"And that's our problem how?" Adam butted in

"I was wondering if we could have dinner here?" Jim shifted still smiling creeply at Jackie

"I uh, I guess yeah, tonight" Jackie stumbled over her words

"Mmmm perfect, I will be back with her in, about an hour"

Jackie smiled and closed the door, when she turned around the three boys plus their grandmother had looked at her in disapproval "what was I meant to do?"

"Say no" jonny said walking away

"She's probably just as creepy as Jim" Adam said following behind jonny

"Oh boys stop" Jackie said

~~~~~~~

"UGH it's been an hour where the bloody hell are they" Martin leaned back in his chair

"Can we just start?" Adam said

"Excited to see your future wife?" Jonny said kissing and feeling the air up

"Shut it" Adam said pushing him off the chair

Then the bell rang, they smiled at each other and ran to the door

"Hello, All" Jim yelled. He was wearing a weird green tux and a yarmulke which he of course cut out of the tux. Next to him stood a girl, she was short with shoulder length hair, she was on her phone yelling at someone.

"Your a fucking tit, you know that?" She said and hung up, "sorry about that" she said smiling, the smiling stopped when her eyes met with jonny, embarrassment took over both of then, and of course Adam noticed.

"Well hello! Come on in" Jack said pushing her way between the boys.

They all sat in the dining room waiting for Jackie to come back "pissface would you help me with something upstairs?" Adam said interrupting the silence

"No," jonny laughed

"Yes," Adam grabbed jonnys arm and went upstairs

"Who is that?"

"Jim's niece?" Jonny nervously laughed

"What was the look for?" Adam pushed Jonny back a bit

"Fine, don't tell mum, but I may know her from the pub, we had a late-night chat"

"Oh my God you hooked up with her didn't you!"

"Shut up pusface" Jonny said

"What are you boys doing up here?" Jackie said walking into Adam's room

"Jonny had sex with Jim's niece" Adam said

"What?" Jackie looked panicked, you was in shock

"Listen we were both drunk and needed someone to talk to"

"Does she remember you?" Jackie asked

"I don't know-"

"She does" Adam butted in

"We have to go back down there and you better not make a fool out of us," Jackie said pushing the boys out of the room and back downstairs.

~~~~~~~

"I made us all some chicken soup" Jackie said placing it on the table

"I love chicken soup, thank you" y/n said grabbing a bowl of it

"So do I," Jonny said reaching over to grab some, earning some strange looks

Y/n nervously laughed and sat back down in her chair, her and jonny continued to make awkward eye contact throughout the night

"I'm going to grab more vegetables," Jonny said standing up

"I'll help" y/n said smiling

They both entered the kitchen and she closed the door and turned to see Jonny standing close to her "hi" she manged to get out

"Hey," Jonny said, they stared at each other and slowly started to fill in the gap.

Then Adam ruined it

"Hey piss face," he said opening the door, grabbing the beef from the oven, and turned around, only then realizing the two were about kiss.

"Did I ruin something? Don't mind me, pretend I'm not even here" Adam said sitting down

"Get out" Jonny yelled

"Fine, fine" Adam said leaving

"He's gonna put salt in my drink" Jonny said

"What?" Y/n asked

"Nothing, look, I'm so sorry for leaving you the other night, I got scared and-"

He was cut off by a pair of lips on him "shut up"

"Since when did you have a female?" Martin said walking into the kitchen

"Jesus dad!" Jonny yelled walking out of the room

[duffslut]

I'll give you a reason to stay in bed

Modern Duff McKagan x reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 925

Requested by anon: Could you write something for current duff that man has aged like fine wine. 😩

Warnings: Smut. Minors dni

You woke up with the sun from the window warming your face, you didn't even bother to open your eyes, you just rolled over and reached out to hug Duff, but he wasn't in the bed. You only came to the conclusion after a few seconds that if the window was open someone should have opened it, and if Duff wasn't in bed, that someone was him.

You rolled back onto the bed and rubbed your eyes, opening them slowly until you got used to the light in the room, you looked around the room, no sign of Duff but then you heard some suspicious noises, you crawled to the other side of the bed and found Duff doing sit-ups on the floor.

- Good morning love!

Duff said smiling at you, not stopping exercising, you dropped your body lazily on the bed.

- Duff why are you up so early?

You covered your eyes with your arm in a failed attempt to turn the room back to dark.

- Early? Y/n it's eight in the morning, and you better get up right now

- No fucking way - you muttered.

You curled up in bed and covered yourself from head to toe, closing your eyes and ready for a few more hours of sleep.

Just as you were starting to fall asleep again, Duff unwrapped your sheets and climbed on top of you.

- What are you doing? You're all fucking sweaty.

You whimpered trying to push him off of you but obviously your shoving didn't make any difference since he was three times bigger than you.

- And? It wasn't a problem for you before.

You laughed as he held your hands in front of his stomach preventing you from pushing him.

- But now it is, get out!

He did exactly the opposite and leaned on top of you, still holding your hands so you couldn't touch him and tucking his sweaty abdomen into your pajamas as he kissed your neck.

- Why so lazy my princess?

He asked softly in your ear.

- I'm tired

He pressed his lips to yours and you lifted your head to kiss him as your hands were being held and you couldn't pull him closer to you.

- Stay here with me.

You said as soon as your lips parted from his.

- I have things to do darling - he gave you a kiss. - And so do you. - another kiss and he rolled off of you.

You waited for him to walk to the bedroom door to see if he'd change his mind, but he didn't, so you had to use your last technique.

- I guess I'll have to do it myself then.

He stopped, his arms crossed as he turned back to you, you just pretended not to see him there and took off your shorts, right after your panties, making a point of doing everything very slowly and making sure Duff was watching you.

- Oh no I'm so wet, I think I'll have to...

You slid your fingers slowly over your pussy, teasing your clit and then pushing two fingers inside you, making a point of looking at Duff as you did. He was still standing there, his hand squeezing his cock through his sweatpants. It was working.

You took off your shirt and started rubbing your breast, while your fingers moved in and out of you faster and faster making you squirm on the bed as you moaned. His dick was already out, he was going up and down his own hand by his dick still not moving, just watching you pleasure yourself. Knowing that you made him hard made you go even faster and your moans increased, you closed your eyes imagining that it was his cock that was inside you, that it was his big, calloused hand that was rubbing the tip of your chest instead of yours.

And that's when you came, and Duff didn't come until you didn't even say a word when you got up naked off the bed to head towards the bathroom.

You were a little disappointed that Duff didn't come to you, or even say anything, but that changed when you had to walk past him to go to the bathroom and he took your hand, squeezing your wrist and taking you back to bed, throwing you on top of the sheets where you had orgasmed minutes ago.

- Too tired to get up huh?

Duff said and you bit your lip trying to contain a smile, you gave a little jump on the bed when he slapped your still sensitive clit and moved down to your pussy. Duff used his hands to part your thighs, opening your pussy for him and then licking the cream that dripped from you, bringing his tongue back to your clit and then to your entrance again. Duff sucked your clit and you moaned loudly holding his blond hair and rubbing his face against your pussy, he looked at you as he let a spit fall from his mouth onto your clit and then rubbed it with his thumb.

You let your body fall back and lifted your back off the bed when you felt your body shiver again, Duff held your hips to get control of your body when he realized you were close to your climax. You shouted Duff's name and whimpered feeling your cum drip into Duff's mouth.

His hard cock dripped pre cum through the sheets as he straightened it in front of the entrance to your pussy.

- I'll give you a reason to stay in bed.

[hintofelation99]

The Justice League Hangs out with Duke

Bruce: Duke, it's time we had the talk.

Duke: Uh... nope. No thank you. I'm not getting the sex talk from Batman.

Bruce: What? No! The Robin talk.

Duke: But, I'm- I'm the Signal now? Isn't it a bit late for a Robin talk?

Bruce: Son, it's never too late, not for this.

Duke: Um. Ok.

Bruce: When Dick, Jason, and Tim first started as Robins they created a tradition. A tradition that continued with Stephanie, Damian, and now you.

Duke: And that tradition is?

Bruce: Taking down the Justice League. By being annoying and slightly terrifying.

Duke: OHHHHHH. Is that why no one from the Justice League talks to me?

Bruce: Yes, yes it is. But don't worry. I made an arrangement that will allow you time alone with league members to continue the tradition. You have a week to prepare.

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Duke: Cass, what do I do?

Cass raises an eyebrow at Duke.

Duke: For the Robin tradition thing. I have to take down the entire Justice League in a night using creative, outlandish, and original methods. But it's already been done by Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph. So what do I do? How can I be better than all of them.

Cass smirks: Take them down too.

Duke looking at Cass like she's crazy: What?

Cass: Take. Them. Down.

Duke: Holy shit, you are terrifying.

Cass just smiles and leaves.

-> One Week Later <-

Wonder Woman, Superman, Flash, Aquaman, Green Lantern, Black Canary, Martian Manhunter, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph gather in the Watchtower.

Duke: Hey guys, Batman just wanted to go through some training exercises with everyone. He'll be a little late. Harley and Ivy escaped Arkham and are trying to grow penis shaped shrubs in all the public parks. But, don't worry he asked me to go ahead and start with out him.

Green Lantern: Why are you leading this meeting?

Duke: Batman is running late and he wants me to practice leading meetings.

Green Lantern, glaring suspiciously at Duke: Are you about to do that stupid Robin tradition where you torture all of us?

Duke: What Robin tradition? Also, I'm not even a Robin? I'm the Signal.

Green Lantern continues to glare at him.

Superman: Calm down Green Lantern, the Robins never do this in front of each other.

Every League member seems to relax at this.

Duke acting confused: Uhhh, yeah. Ok, we have a few housekeeping things to do according to the list Batman left. So, I'll have everyone pair up for sparring while I handle these individually.

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Everyone is in the training room working out or sparring. Duke approaches Tim.

Duke: Hey Tim, Bruce wanted you to look in to that Bludhaven case. Is that ok with you?

Tim: Yeah, why wouldn't it be?

Duke: Oh, I just thought it might be difficult considering what Dick did.

Tim: ...What did he do?

Duke: Wait, you haven't noticed? Oh no, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything.

Tim: Duke. Tell me what he did.

Duke: Well, Jason said that he replaced all your coffee with decaf.

Tim: THAT BASTARD. No wonder I've been feeling so tired! I'm going to kill him!

Duke: Wait, just stop! I heard that he hid all of it in Green Lantern's room.

Tim: Wait, why there?

Duke: Something about you being afraid of him.

Tim: WHAT?! I'm not afraid of the Green Nightlight! I'm gonna find that coffee then make Dick pay.

Duke: Oh, well cool, good luck!

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Green Lantern: Um, what are you doing in my room?

Tim: Where is it?

Green Lantern: Where's what?

Tim: You know what I want. Give up now or face the consequences.

Green Lantern: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Tim: Fine. Consequences.

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Steph, sparring with Duke: So, what's it like being the first meta bat?

Duke: Not too bad, but I could do with out the whole 'predict the future' thing.

Steph, laughing: What? You can not see the future.

Duke: I bet you $50 I can

Steph: Your on.

Duke, makes everything around him light up and uses a weird voice: In the next thirty minutes Green Lantern will flee the Watchtower in fear. Soon after Dick will be attacked by Tim.

Steph, snorts in obvious disbelief.

Steph: That was so fake-

Green Lantern runs out of the tower looking terrified.

Steph: No way.

Tim tackles Dick and they start fighting like three year old's on the floor.

Steph, handing Duke $50: Holy shit Magic Man.

Duke makes things light up and does the voice again: Oh my god.

Steph, looking excited: What?!

Duke: The- the sushi. The sushi you brought today, it's made from-

Duke pretends to choke back a sob.

Duke: It's made from the fish who was the maid of honor at Aquaman's wedding.

Steph: HOLY SHIT.

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Steph and Aquaman sit beside each other for lunch, she pulls out her sushi and looks at Aquaman sadly.

Steph: I am so, so sorry for your loss. But just know that her sacrifice is not in vain.

Aquaman, looks confused for a second then sees the sushi: NOPE. Not this again! I'm leaving.

Steph: Wait! I'm sorry!

Aquaman leaves as Steph tries to chase him down.

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Jason is laughing and filming as Dick and Tim fight.

Duke, whistles: Man, imagine if that video went on YouTube.

Jason, looking confused: What?

Duke: I'm just saying if the video of Red Robin and Nightwing fighting like kids ever got on YouTube, it'd go viral. Oh and they would be so pissed!

Jason, laughs: Too bad B would kill me if I uploaded this.

Duke: Yeah, I guess so. And you can't upload it here because then Superman would get in trouble.

Jason: Why would the boy scout get in trouble?

Duke: Cause he always uses his YouTube account on the Justice League computer. So it'd look like he uploaded it and B would find out that Superman watches cat videos while he's on monitor duty.

Jason, smirking: Huh, so you're saying if I upload this on the League computer I'd piss off Bruce, Tim, and Dick and get Supes in trouble?

Duke, acting innocent: Huh, I guess so.

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A call from Bruce comes up on the main computer.

Superman: Hey Batman, what can I do for you?

Bruce: You, Red Hood, cave now.

Jason: What? Why me?

Bruce: Because I saw that little home video you uploaded of your brothers.

Jason: What, that wasn't me!

Bruce: I could hear you laughing while you filmed.

Jason: Dammit.

Jason and Clark leave for the cave pouting like kids.

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Duke: Hey, Black Canary?

Black Canary: Yes Duke?

Duke: I'm sorry to do this on such short notice, but I'm very worried about Dick and Tim.

Black Canary: Why?

Duke: Well, Tim keeps claiming that Dick is out to get him. Something about Dick messing with his coffee? And Dick feels like he's just being attacked for no reason and is worried about Tim's health. Is there anyway you could intervene?

Black Canary, looking sighing and looking exhausted: Usually I have three days of preparation before dealing with bats.

Duke: I know it's just-

Duke gestures to Tim and Dick rolling on the floor fighting.

Duke: They really need help.

Black Canary: Alright, I'll see what I can do.

Black Canary attempts to intervene only to get pulled into the fight. Now the three of them are tangled in a huge, confusing fight, that's filled with yelling and hair pulling.

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Duke: Damian! Quick!

Damian: What is it Thomas.

Duke: I think somethings wrong with Dick and Tim and maybe even Black Canary. They're all fighting and won't stop! Can you help me contain them so that we can figure out what's going on?

Damian: Fine. I shall help.

Duke: Ok, just try to herd them into this containment cell.

Damian joins the fight managing to get everyone, including himself, into the containment cell. As Damian is trying to leave Duke closes the cell. Damian angrily yells and bangs on the sound proof walls.

Duke: What? Sorry, can't hear you! My hand slipped!

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Wonder Woman: Very well done Signal.

Duke, acting innocent: Hm?

Wonder Woman: You tricked Red Robin into scaring Green Lantern away, then into fighting Nightwing. Once that fight broke out you tricked Red Hood into uploading a video to the internet using the Superman's credentials. By uploading that video he caused both himself and Superman to face Batman's wrath. You also used the fight to trick Stephanie into annoying Aquaman to the point of leaving. Then you involved Black Canary in the fight, which was her downfall. And, as a final touch, you managed to get Robin into the fight and trapped all in a containment cell. You successfully eliminated 9 foes with one trick.

Duke: You mean 11.

Wonder Woman: What?

Duke: 11. You see, I didn't trick Red Robin, I tricked Nightwing. I had a week to prepare. In that week I convinced Dick that Tim needed to cut back on the caffeine and that Dick should help by switching all of Tim's coffee with decaf. I also convinced him to hide that coffee in the watchtower, in Green Lantern's room. So that was all true.

Wonder Woman: But, that still does not make 11?

Duke: It does. Because This morning I moved the coffee. I replaced the Flashes decaf with Tim's ultra caffeinated coffee. You see Tim has it specially manufactured to increase the caffeine levels. And, while Flash doesn't usually drink his coffee in the morning, he's always running late and forgets, he does drink coffee during training breaks. Which is now. So in about five minutes we will have an incredibly caffeinated speedster in the Watchtower. And since you're the only one around right now with a chance of catching him, that's your problem.

Right as Duke finishes Flash runs by, majorly hyped up on caffeine.

Duke: Checkmate.

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Martian Manhunter: It appears that I am the last remaining League member.

Duke: Yeah, I don't really understand this tradition but apparently every Robin ends it by picking a favorite league member.

Martian Manhunter: Out of all the League members, why have you chosen me?

Duke: Your smart and have a lot of cool powers. Also, I dunno, I hear you sometimes feel like an outsider with the league. Cause, the whole martian thing. And I know it's not the same but, sometimes I feel like an outsider with the bats, being the only meta and all.

Martian Manhunter: You have chosen me so that we may bond over our lack of connections?

Duke: Uhhhh, yeah?

Martian Manhunter: Hm. Very well, I assume that this is your “Robin Weakness”. Apparently every Robin has one.

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[spookymultimedia]

No title just a silly scenario I came up with of Nadja convincing herself that Colin is dealing with a problem but won't tell anyone about it.

Nadja sat across from Colin Robinson as he fiddled around on his phone. She didn't have much to do so she relaxed on the couch. It was nice to unwind. She was reclining and relaxing! She was not bored! She was not desperate to find something to do with herself. She wasn't spying on her roommate Colin Robinson! She just happened to notice he was more fidgety than usual today. He would stand up for no apparent reason, pretend to look at a book on the shelf and sit back down again. She was watching him like a hawk for an hour before she spoke up.

"What's on your mind Colin?"

He looked up at her wide eyed.

"What?"

"You're clearly freaking out."

"Uhh no I'm not. I'm just looking for this book. Did you know that this library doesn't have a dewey decimal system? It really makes looking for books a pain you know? The dewey decimal system is helpful be-."

" I don't care about who Dewey is! Stop deflecting! I know you are trying to get my attention because you have a problem that you want to tell me about!"

"The only problem I have is the sheer lack of organization in this library."

"If you don't have a problem then shut the fuck up!"

He huffed and went back to his phone and stayed there. He sat there for 5 minutes doing nothing much as usual. However Nadja was still convinced of the opposite.

"Fine! Okay! I get it. You're miserable. I'll help you!" Nadja yelled causing him to stirring. Laszlo stepped in, "What's all this hullabaloo about?"

"Colin is shutting himself off from his feelings. Can't you see he's miserable!" She gestured at Colin.

He glanced at Colin who looked just as confused as he was.

"Miserably dull, he is." Laszlo said before leaving the room. She sat with her arms crossed and stared at Colin. She glared her eyes. She knew something was on his mind! She knew it. She wasn't bored!!

"I don't have a-. . ." He paused and sighed, "Well. ."

She grinned wide and moved an armchair next to him like it was a regular old lawn chair. "Yessssssssss?" She hissed.

"Nothing." He looked down at his phone.

"Tell meeeeeeee." She whined.

"No it's a stupid question. It doesn't matter."

"Tell me!" She demanded.

Colin shook his head. "It's embarrassing." He muttered.

"Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!!" She wailed like a child.

"Okay! Fine." He bit his lip, "What's it like to be in love?" He asked in a hushed whisper.

"Oh," she said as quietly as he asked, "you- you don't know?" She furrowed her brows and squinted at him.

He tugged at the fabric of his cardigan and shook his head.

"You've never been in love before?" Her voice raised out of a hush.

He shrugged, "I guess not. I- I think I might be-."

She gasped and stood up, "WHO?!"

"Would you calm your britches??"

She cleared her throat and sat back down, "Go on."

"I- I dated this girl once at the office and it didn't really work out. I thought I loved her but I don't know. I'm starting to second guess myself." He fiddled with his fingers.

She nodded, "Falling in love is something so powerful. It makes you weak in the knees and makes your little parahuman heart pump like crazy."

"That sounds like a heart attack? I don't think that's a good thing."

"No no it's a good pain."

He stared at her confused.

"It hurts?"

"Not horribly, I mean yes horribly but it's not bad."

"I don't get it." He shook his head.

"It's warm. You feel nice around them and they make you happy. You want to hold them and never let them go."

"Creepy."

"No, not creepy. It's love."

"If you say so."

"Tell me, how do you feel around this person?"

"I feel nice. It's weird, I think I want to kiss him sometimes but I'm not sure."

"Oooh!" She smiled wider, "Why don't you kiss him then?"

"Well like I said I don't know if I feel like kissing him or if I'm just happy to see him."

"What does he look like?"

Colin bit his lip, "Well. . .he's big."

"How?"

"He's pretty fat, he's got a beard, long hair. .-"

She raised her hand, "How long?"

"Shoulder length."

"What color?" She narrowed her eyes.

He looked down at his lap, "Black."

"It's Laszlo, isn't it?"

"Button nose?"

He nodded.

"Um, yeah." He blushed a little. A devious giggle rang out from Nadja, "Awww I knew you had feelings."

"You're not mad?"

"You think I'm jealous??? Ha! I'd rather kiss a harpy before kissing you!"

"The feeling is mutual." He nodded and cringed. "I- I don't know how I feel about him though. I'm not sure if I'm able to fall in love but I know that I think he's pretty neat."

She hummed and smirked before getting up to leave, already disinterested in Colin and ready to find something else to cure her boredom.

[kerie-prince]

the intern

Peter Parker x Reader (college au)

requested: (anon) plz plz plz give me some college aged, super powerful ( think stark ceo powerful ) peter parker shit. idc what the rest of the story is about, i just need a brooding, smoldering, suit wearing, extremely expensive, college aged spiderman. plz and thank you!!!!

warnings: language

summary: When you start a new internship at Stark Industries, you're not only surprised to find Peter working as your boss, but that he's not the shy neighborhood boy you grew up with

a/n: this doesn't follow canon so for this imagine, hammer industries is just a rival company and the snap never happened lol also i don't know anything more than operating a phone so don't expect me to write sciencey, techy stuff lmao

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you were running across the road to jump into a cab that was available. Your phone hadn't been charging all night as you thought it had which caused you to wake up forty-five minutes before the start of the interview. You need this internship before you graduate from Empire State and get your degree in robotics.

On the way there, you nearly got car sick as the driver took sharp turns and nearly ran past intersections seconds before they became red. Once in front of Hammer Industries, your heels clicked loudly as you ran inside the tall building. You checked in with the front desk and took the elevator up to the 10th floor.

Just as you arrived, Justin Hammer was calling your name. “I'm right here!” you nearly tripped on your heels and your breaths were short.

“I've called your name three times, do you understand what that makes you look like, correct?” Justin stood unphased as you stood up straight and tried to steady your breath. “All these people are on time. Some of these folks have been here for hours, even.”

“Yes, sir. I’m so sorry–”

“Shame, I really liked your resume and your report on the expansion of nano-technology. Try again next year, maybe.” Justin started to call out the next participant and when she got up you stepped in front of her, “Please Mr. Hammer, I need this internship or I can't graduate.”

The people in the waiting room had their eyes on the two of you, tension so thick that it was almost hard to breathe. “Then maybe you should have come on time,” he pushed you aside to let the next person in to interview. You quickly ran back out and spoke to no one all the way home. Your eyes and cheeks were aching as you held in the tears during your Uber ride. The driver wanted to ask if you were okay, but if you were to break down in his car he’d probably be stuck having to listen to what happened and if he was honest with himself, he didn't actually care.

Once you got to your apartment, you made a straight line to the kitchen. “Hey, how’d the interview go?” MJ, your roommate, asked while still looking at her computer. You reached into the freezer for your emergency ice cream pint, snatched a spoon and walked into your room without saying anything. “That bad, I guess,” MJ said to herself.

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You sat with MJ and Ned in the cafeteria, but had not touched any of the food on your plate. Your head was laid on the steel table and you just continuously groaned. “I’m a failure,” you whined.

“No, what you are is fucking dumb,” MJ commented as she ate.

“Thanks, Michelle, that makes me feel so much better,” you looked up to glare at her before laying her head back down. Ned felt bad that his friend was in despair, “How come you didn't ask Peter for help?”

“Huh?” you lifted your head back up some of your hair falling onto your face.

“Yeah, Peter already works at Stark Industries, why didn't you just ask him to get you in? You could even skip the internship altogether and be in full time,” Ned suggested. You gave it some thought, but something about it didn't sound right.

“No, I don't want to bother Peter. I don’t want him to think that I’m only calling him for a job,” you sighed. Ned texted Peter anyways. Unexpectedly, Peter texted him back immediately.

“He says it’s fine,” Ned showed you his phone to read the text. ‘Yeah man, tell her to come in tomorrow and Ms. Potts will interview her’

You let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding and pulled out your phone.

‘Thank you so much for helping me out’

(…)

‘No problem, anything for a friend’

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The Stark Industries building was huge. It almost looked taller than the Empire State Building, and maybe it actually was. Your legs were shaking as you stared up at it. “Here goes nothing,” you assured yourself.

The lobby was bustling with people; workers walking around, a group of kids that seemed to be here on a field trip, and some teens taking pictures in front of one of Mr. Stark's Iron Man suits.

The trip up to the 17th floor was crowded with people as more and more entered in every passing floor. You had to squeeze yourself out and accidentally stepped on someone’s foot in the process.

Looking around, your jaw dropped. It was an open laboratory with groups of people putting together small robots, flying drones, and people laughing and talking. It was such a fun and cool looking environment, you wondered why you didn't just apply here in the first place.

Pepper Potts spotted you walking around and approached you with a tap on your shoulder. “Hi, I’m Pepper. You must be Y/N,” she reached her hand out to shake yours which you accepted. “Hi, nice to meet you.”

“Peter’s told me a lot about you. Come, follow me,” Pepper’s office had glass walls and a view of New York from behind her desk. You weren't particularly fond of heights, but even you would love to have an office view like that. Pepper gestured to the chair in front of her as she smoothed her dress to sit in hers. “So, I see here that you had an interview at Hammer’s. Can I ask why you chose them?” You didn't even know how they got that information. You hadn't seen or spoken to Peter in quite a while, so how Pepper knew that was beyond you. You sat there with your lips moving to say something but nothing was coming out.

Pepper seemed to have caught on what you were thinking and elaborated, “Before I do any interviewing, I do full background checks on everyone.” She had a gentle smile which made you feel better. You thought she would scold you or something considering the question did more than catch you off guard.

“My mother used to work there for a long time and I figured that I would follow,” you explained. Pepper nodded her head and wrote some notes down. She looked onto her computer and looked at everything there was about you. “Well, I see here that you have exceptional grades. 4.7 GPA since you started school and your paper on nano-technology has gotten much praise. I think even Tony read it.” No way. The Tony Stark read my paper? “So tell me, do you see yourself working here at Stark Industries?”

You looked outside and watched everyone in the open lab again. “Yes.”

“Then that’s all I need to hear. We’d love to have you here,” she reached over to shake your hand. You looked at her surprised and hesitantly shook hers. “Welcome to the team, Y/N.”

“Thank you so much!” You cupped her hand with both of yours and shook it a little too quickly, but she didn't seem to mind. You were ecstatic to start your path to your career, and at a dream place at that.

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Your alarm rang at the time you set it to, but there was no need for it. You couldn't sleep all night. Today is your first day of your internship and you were feeling so many things at once. Excited, nervous, happy, scared…

You tried to restrain yourself to a light breakfast, but MJ’s pancakes were to die for that you ate two whole stacks. You looked through your closet just about fifteen times; you had already picked an outfit the following night with the help of MJ, but when you put it back on, you hated it. It sucked for your roommate seeing as she had to sit through you changing from eight other outfits.

You tried to picture the lab again to see how other people dressed for a better idea to base it on your outfit choice. From what you remember, it was pretty casual, so that’s what you stuck to.

You were given your pass the day you were hired, so you had no issue walking inside. The elevator was just as packed as it was last time, but you were more composed so there were no toes being stepped on this time. You weren't exactly sure as to where you had to go, so you looked around to see if there were other interns to ask where to start.

“Y/N!” Peter’s voice surprised you from behind. Your shoulders jumped a bit, but relaxed at the view of his face. His face… you actually hadn't seen him for quite a while. Months, maybe. His jawline was more defined, and his once floppy hair was styled neatly. You tried to not look him up and down, but the temptation was definitely there. And the other thing, his voice was deeper than you last remembered. Is this really Peter Parker? “Hey, Peter.”

He gave you a hug that nearly made you lose breath. He was stronger than you remembered. A memory flashed back to when you were in junior high; you, Ned and Peter were hanging around the local park and you beat Peter on rounds on the monkey bars. He gave up after a couple bars, but you went back and forth a couple times. ‘Show off.’ But now, he had muscles that the shirt he was wearing hugged his biceps.

The hug was quick, and you had to pretend that he didn't just squeeze some life out of you. “Do you work on this floor?”

“Yeah, you’re actually assigned to work with my team. Come, I’ll show you around.” He started walking and you noticed how his posture changed. Damn, I know it hasn't been this long since I've seen him. Why does he look so different? He was wearing trousers. Trousers? Peter hates trousers. But his ass is looking great–

“Hey guys, this is Y/N. She’s going to be working with us as an intern. And I'll say this beforehand, no she's not going to be taking coffee or lunch orders,” Peter introduced you. There were various aged people in this group. Some were your age, and one person looked to have been in his thirties. Peter is in charge of this group? They all said ‘hi’ to you and went around introducing themselves.

Once that was finished, Peter pulled a chair for you on the table. “You’ll take notes for me while I give this presentation,” he whispered to you before walking in front of the table and started writing on the clear glass board.

He was talking quickly and didn't stumble over his words like he used to. Everyone was listening to him attentively and you jotted notes down as quickly as you could. Every now and then, you would steal glimpses of him and feel a sort of… well you felt something. Amazement? Inspiration? Adoration?

No doubt was Peter one of the smartest people you've ever met and here he was leading his own team and making potential products for Stark Industries at such a young age. Seeing him at work was so… it was indescribable to you but all you could think of was how different he is now. In a good way, of course.

Peter Parker has been your friend for years and to see him change from a bumbling, shy, adorable nerd into a confident, intelligent working man attracted you.

When you got home, you thought a lot about your first day. Being an intern at Stark Industries was really fun, so far. You weren't expected to do silly things like get coffee or lunch for everyone or pick up someone’s dry cleaning. You actually learned something and even had your opinions heard on some of the things that Peter suggested for his team’s upcoming product presentation.

If this is what it's like to be an intern, you couldn't imagine what it would be like working full time.

“How'd it go?” MJ stuck her head in your room. “It was fun. I'm working with Peter,” you explained your day to her.

“Cool,” was the last thing she said before she went to her own room for the night.

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In the past few months, your internship at Stark’s has been going swimmingly. Everyone's been so nice, and the work is so fascinating. You've gotten closer with Peter and along the way, he felt like he was more than a friend and boss to you.

Currently, everyone was getting ready for their final presentations for the upcoming annual Stark Industries Convention. It was going to be Peter’s first year presenting his own project with his team and you were so excited to be a part of it.

The time you’ve spent with Peter was really fun. He was a good mentor and a great friend. The only thing was that you couldn't help but look at him a little too long, and you’ve found yourself thinking about him during your classes or doing your homework. The shy boy from Midtown High was no more, replaced– no, grown into the Peter you know now. But you pushed all feelings aside to focus on your next thesis paper and mock-up of the handout brochures of Peter’s project.

Sometimes, you didn't even feel like an intern as Peter would ask for any ideas you had to make the project better and even let you help with assembly. He stayed true to his words and you’ve never once had to run for coffee or things like that. There’d be times when you would study some of the little parts under a magnifying glass and he’d come up slightly behind you and explain about some of the bits on the working table.

And every time he did that, your breath would be stuck in your throat and you’d have to remind yourself that this was just Peter helping you out and you’re just learning. But it was normal to want more every now and then… right?

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The convention was just a few days away and you had trouble finding something to wear. These events were usually black tie events, but did that mean the presenting teams as well? Wouldn't that be uncomfortable?

One of the guys on your team, Richie, sat with you during lunch and talked about how he was probably going to wear the same suit as always. Not because he couldn't afford a new suit, but he was just a simple person and he only wears it once a year for the conventions and that’s all, so it’s still in mint condition.

The girls on your team and some from others were going dress shopping the day before and invited you to join. You were excited mainly because now you don't have to bother MJ for it.

Speaking of MJ, you were going to ask her to come with you. Pepper sent out the electronic invitations to everyone in the company and authorized plus ones to even interns. She’s never been to one – for reasons you were still confused about – but you wanted your best friend to be there for you. And if not MJ, then you bet Ned would still come with you. Wait, what if he’s going with Peter?

On cue, Peter had sat in the chair next to yours in the small break room, “Hey, Y/N.”

“Oh, hey Pete. You excited for Saturday?” Peter quietly stirred his coffee and gave you a small smile, “Uh, yeah. I’m nervous, but I’ve worked really hard on this. And everyone, too. Including you.”

You slightly blushed. I didn't do all that much you thought. You two just sat there taking small sips from the hot, bitter beverage.

“So… I wanted to ask you something,” Peter started.

“Mhm?” The coffee nearly slipped past your lips. You quickly grabbed a napkin to lightly dab some of it off of your lips.

“Well, as you know, we can bring anyone with us to the convention,” he trailed off.

“Yes?” Is he going to…

“And I wanted to know if you were bringing MJ with you.” Oh. You nodded your head and thought you hid your disappointment well but without knowing, Peter actually caught it for a split second. “Good. You can come with me,” he smiled and stood up.

You were in awe; without effort, Peter just asked you to be his date for Saturday.

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“Dude, how are you not ready yet? He’s gonna be here any minute,” MJ sat at her computer per usual working. Your music was too loud for her taste playing from your shared bathroom. Peter said he would pick you up at 7, and it was currently 6:50.

You had put on and removed your make-up at least five times. Something was always wrong; one of the wings would either be thicker than the other, the blush would be the wrong shade, or the lipliner kept going out of place. But, alas, you finally nailed it.

Your hair was styled half up with elegant curls and braids. In between some braids were little bits of baby’s breath flowers. Most likely, you were going to have a hard time taking those out but they looked cute and it was too late to take them out.

Your dress was right above your knee and flowed comfortably so you wouldn't have a hard time walking. It was a neutral taupe color and had a V-line that ended just above cleavage and hugged the curve of your waist. You paired it with simple black heels and a small, white handbag.

“He’s here,” MJ informed you.

“Okay,” you took a deep breath, “what do you think?” You spun around and held your arms out. “You look really pretty. Now go get ‘em. I’ll watch it on the live stream.” She gave you a lazy thumbs up and resumed her work.

Outside was Peter in an all-black apparel. His dress shirt had only one button undone, and he had a loose blazer that accentuated the dip of his shoulders. He stood against the limo with his hands at his sides. God, he’s gonna be the death of me.

When he caught sight of you, he had a flirtatious smirk on his lips and held out for your hand. “Peter, where’d this limo come from?”

“Mr. Stark set it up for me,” he stated like it was no big deal. Must be nice being his favorite. He held the door for you to climb in and closed the door behind him. “We’re ready, Happy,” he told the driver. Happy rolled his eyes, closed the window and drove off.

The convention was off to a great start; Tony Stark came in with his suit as he always loved to do and started introductions before everyone else scattered around to look at the projects of the many departments in his company. Some groups of certain departments had large stages, some had small stands, like Peter’s.

There were still large crowds coming to see the smaller presentations, and everyone seemed to be fascinated with Peter's. You stood on the side as his team operated the machine and Peter spoke. He looked confident and it was mesmerizing to watch him.

After the night was over, all employee’s and some guests were brought back to headquarters for the after party. You walked around with Peter and had flutters in your heart every time he held the small of your back. The most exciting part of the night was meeting Tony Stark in person. He greeted Peter warmly, and then his eyes landed on you, “Peter, who’s this?”

“Oh, this is Y/N. She’s a friend of mine,” he gestured for you. You shook Tony’s hand and stood starstruck. “The one you don’t shut up about?” Pepper hit his shoulder and laughed nervously.

“Wait, I’ve heard about you. Buddy of mine works at Empire State and he showed me your paper, it was really good.” You were still shocked that he had even read it and here he was talking to you about it. You went back and forth talking about nano-technology.

On the way home, you and Peter talked and laughed about things you told him as you caught him up to what was happening on campus when he couldn't be there. It was a really fun night, and Peter was more noticeably relaxed now that the hard part was over. “Alright, home sweet home,” Happy announced through the window.

“Well, that’s me,” you smiled sadly, not wanting the night to end. You reached to open the door but Peter climbed out from his side. He walked around to open your door and just like he did earlier, held his hand out for you to grab and assist you out the limo. What was different this time was that he kept his hand in yours as he walked you to the door of the apartments. “I had a great time with you tonight,” Peter confessed.

“Me too,” your voice was soft and low for only him to hear. Peter’s eyes switched from looking into yours to your lips before he grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you. The kiss was needy, passionate, but had a certain gentleness to it. Once he felt you kiss him back with the same fervor, he deepened the kiss and brought one hand to pull your waist closer to him.

You pulled apart to regain your breath and looked to admire his swollen lips and he copied the same notion. He leaned in to give you a gentle kiss and pulled away, “Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Peter.” Your cheeks were flushed and your face was warm. You watched him as he left and ran inside. Upstairs in your apartment, you found MJ and Ned sitting on the couch with a bag of chips in each of their hands.

“Good night?” Ned asked. You just nodded and walked slowly to your room.

“We saw the whole thing, by the way,” MJ said nonchalantly. You looked back to glare at your best friends, Ned smiling innocently at you and MJ keeping her straight face.

You changed into your pajamas and laid on your bed on your back, looking up at the ceiling. You couldn't wait to go back to work on Monday.

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ain't it fun? | part two

Part Two

summary: reader just needs an NA meeting before they have a meltdown, they end up with the best friend they could ever make.

warnings: falling in love, fluff, hurt/comfort, implied/referenced smut, non-descriptive

a/n: so glad you liked part 1 I couldn't help myself from continuing

word count: 3k

from the beginning

She’s laying in his bed, one of his friends showed up early and she’s pretending she’s not there. But his friend brought breakfast and it smells good and she’s starving.

After crewing the hell out of her lip and 5 minutes of hyping herself up; she gets up off the bed, still in her sweater and shorts from their movie night, and she slowly opens the bedroom door, peaking out to see if Spencer was in view.

“Hello?” A friendly man spots her, standing as he makes his way to shake her hand. “I’m Derek.”

“Y/N,” she smiles.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he smiles back. “What’s going on here?” He gestures to her and then back to Spencer as he exits the kitchen and sees her.

“We watched star trek all night, if you don’t believe me I can make him recount it to you from memory?” Y/N replies, smirking like she knows him just as well as his friend.

“And how might you know Spencer?” Derek teases right back.

“He’s my best friend in the whole world,” she replies like it’s nothing, “and I live across the hall.”

Derek shoots a look at Spencer that’s almost proud, almost emotional, like a mom who heard she’s going to be a grandma, “Is that true?”

Spencer blushes, “she’s my best friend.”

“Tell me how this all happened!” Derek is more than excited, sitting down on the couch with a wide grin as he waits to hear more.

“Um, we met in the hall, we have the same interests and now we watch movies together and have sleepovers with candy and popcorn, like we’re 13-year-old girls? I’ve even braided his hair,” she avoids the real reason why they met. Unsure if Spencer has told anyone about his drug problem or not.

“And now I’m going to go finish sleeping in my own bed,” she makes awkward finger guns at the door accompanied by her most awkward smile and she’s off.

Spencer follows her out into the hall, closing the door and looking at her apologetically; “I’m sorry, I won’t tell him anything more about us if you don’t want me to?”

“Us?” She questions? “You tell me you love me a lot, but you’ve never told me who you want me to be to you… I want you to think about that and then come and see me later.”

“Can I have a kiss? It helps me think better,” he whispers as he leans in.

She rolls her eyes, playfully, leaning in as well until their lips meet. It’s soft and sweet and she wishes there could be more, but for now she has to go.

Once she’s inside, she leans against the door of her apartment and listens to see when he goes back inside. Only what she hears is even better, “Derek, I’m going to have to ask you to leave so I can go ask her to be my girlfriend.”

He shoos the man from his apartment, avoiding all his questions and convincing him to finally leave by saying, “you’ve been telling me for months that I need to get over it, and now you’re going to stand here and stop me from telling her I love her, again?”

“Again?”

“Derek!”

“Fine.”

And then he’s knocking on her door, “who is it?” She teases.

“Y/N, open the door, please?” He begs without a single regret behind his tone.

She opens it slowly, “yes?”

He tilts his head with a look that screams; ‘come on?’

But she looks back at him as if to say; ‘what about it?'

“Are you really going to make me say it?”

“The first step in getting help is admitting you have a problem.”

He laughs at the absurdity, “you’re kidding?”

“Spencer, even though you’re a pain in my ass; would you like to be my boyfriend? I’m asking because the words make it real, and I would like you to really know how I feel, thanks for coming,” she extends her arm into the apartment, gesturing for him to walk in and he does so with a laugh.

“I would love to be your boyfriend,” he responds once the door is closed. “I’m sorry I made you feel like I didn’t want this to be real?”

She can tell he’s not sure why he’s apologizing, “I need confirmation. I can’t sleep in your bed almost every night for a month, and just have to guess if I’m allowed to call you my boyfriend when my mom calls and asks why I won't text her back at night.”

“Oh,” he looks upset. “I thought that by telling you that I love you that it would work, but I understand. I really would like to be your boyfriend and be yours for however long you’ll have me.”

Her heart melts in her chest, he's so nervous and shy because he truly means it. His heart is in her hands now, “how long are you available?”

“Forever.”

“I have more questions,” she whispers as she moves closer, pressing their bodies together as she holds his sides and he holds her shoulders.

“Okay.”

“What did you mean out there, and also sorry for listening, but I’d like to know…”

“It’s okay,” his words are soft. “I’m um, a virgin?”

“Oh?” Her eyes shoot wide open, “I was expecting like an ex who broke your heart?”

“Oh no, I’ve never… I don’t... no,” he shakes his head profusely. “I’m not in a rush either, I just wanted him to leave me alone. That’s not what I’m in here for.”

She smiles, “I am too…” she whispers, “I’m really glad you are too, actually.”

“You’ve thought about it?”

“Think, big brain, go back to right before I closed my door that first night…” she teases him before making a fake VHS tape rewind sound that always makes him laugh.

“You wanted to leave the group because you can’t sleep with members while you’re healing,” he smirks at his recollection, “I mean, other than the general attraction, have you thought about the possibility of that happening for us one day?”

She nods again, “one day, I’m cool just making out with you for now, actually. But yes. I would like for you to be my first because I trust you the most out of every single person I’ve ever met.”

He looks like his heart is exploding as his grip on her shoulders tightens, “I would like for you to be mine too, eventually.”

“Eventually,” she repeats with a small smile, leaning in for another small kiss.

“Derek left without his breakfast, and he didn't even get a chance to touch it yet…” Spencer whispers against her lips.

She laughs through her nose, kissing him once more before pulling away, “come on, boyfriend.”

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She’s been in Quantico for 5 months, 3 of which she’s now spent with Spencer.

She’s laying beside him as they watch star trek and her mind is off in space. She can’t focus on anything other than the thought of her rent coming due and how she’s probably going to have to decide if she wants to leave after her 6-month lease is up.

“Spence,” she whispers, “do you know any other cheap apartment buildings in the area?”

“Why?”

She turns to face him, the yellows, reds and blues flash across the screen and illuminate him lightly, “I don’t have enough money to keep living here, and I don’t want to move back in with my parents.”

“Would you like to move in with me?” He asks carefully, “don’t feel pressured to say yes, it’s just I’m never really here and I don’t want you to leave.”

She smiles at the offer, “If I move in I have to tell the disability people, and then my disability money will change because you make so much and they still believe that men own women when they get together, like some what's yours is mine, shit.”

“Really?”

She nods, “yeah. They'll want to know how much you make every month when I get my statement and then they decide what I deserve because if you’re making money, clearly I’m taken care of, right?”

He can hear her sarcasm and he knows it's just to mask the hurt, and she can tell by the way his whole face changes.

“Wrong,” Spencer is oddly defensive. “That is so wrong, there are so many women in this country trapped with terrible men who abuse them. They never see a single dime of the money that comes in, and if they have children they are lucky to receive money for groceries. I’ve seen all of it first hand, it’s horrific, and yet they still think they can take care of disabled women who are in more need of money than anyone else?”

“I love you.”

“What?” He stops, breathing, blinking, everything. He just stares at her as he comprehends it.

She hasn’t said it back yet.

“I love you.” She repeats it and smiles, tears welling in her eyes as she appreciates how much he really does care; how much he really gets it.

“Lie, tell them you’re back with your parents. It’s not like they check-up and then just stay here. Move your things in and make this your place too, do whatever you want to it, it deserves to be lived in.”

“You’re really serious?” She’s not sure why she’s so surprised, he’s been saying he loves her every single day for the last 2 months and 3 weeks.

She’s loved him the whole time, but she’s afraid of that at the same time because once she loves him out loud, then she loves him for real and that’s scary. He has a scary job and he’s never home and if she loves him then she has to deal with that and the fact he might not come home one day.

He nods gently, “I know you need a lot of space for your art supplies so move whatever you need to to make room. I think you’re magnificent, and I don’t think that you should feel held back, I'll do anything to help you with your little craft store.”

A tear slips past her eye and towards the pillow, she blinks as she smiles, unable to speak as she just appreciates his kindness, “I think when whatever is out there made your soul, they were like 'this one; he’s special, we’re only making one of him and he’s going to go through some shit, but it’s because someone else is too and they need each other.'”

Spencer’s smile grows, large and toothy as he moves in closer to hold her. Noses pressed together, they’re hugging basically now, arms wrapped around each other and legs tangled as they enjoy the moment. It’s so nice, there’s nothing left to say.

They’re content with each other.

—

She moves what she needs into Spencer’s apartment the next week, he’s out of town and it’s easier this way with him out of the way.

It’s easier to miss him in here though, everything smells like him and feels like him, and his personality is on every single wall. She wants him to come home so badly, living without him for random bouts of time was the worst part of their relationship.

The rest of her things are in boxes in her apartment, waiting by the door for when Spencer comes back. He offered to put everything in his old Volvo Amazon and meet her parents for the weekend and her mother was through the roof over it.

She has called 4 times in the last week to ask about all Spencer’s favourite meals, what he likes for breakfast most mornings and if he had any allergies. She’s cleaned the “guest” room, which was really just where she slept before, and she was very clear that he was allowed to sleep with her as long as no funny business happened.

That was the funny part.

They still weren’t doing it and she was fine with that, so was he. Neither of them was ready, emotionally nor physically. They’ve both been through some terrible things that make it very hard for them to want to share yet.

She loves him more this way, while the sex would probably be amazing and she knew they were both getting off anyway and they weren’t secretive about it, at all. They just didn’t do it together yet… and she was starting to want to.

The most they’ve done is the occasional mutual masturbation session and that was just when they were too lazy to do it when they were alone, earlier in the day, and just needed to in order to finally sleep. It was always quick, quicker than when she would do it alone because he was just so cute like that.

She found herself getting off to thoughts of him more than anything else the longer and longer they shared more and got to know each other.

Because while, yes, they live together and they’re dating; they’re still really just best friends and roommates. They don’t see each other as often as they want to, they have separate friend groups, she has meetings on the other side of town now and they’ve never even been on a date.

For how fast they looked to be moving to anyone who knew them, they were going extremely slow behind the scenes. The reality is, they were following the rules of addiction recovery more than the rules of society.

She wasn’t really ready to take on the emotional commitment of having sex with someone when she wasn’t really over her trauma. It went far deeper than just her addiction, there was more Spencer had no idea about and she wanted to make sure he knew everything before he met her parents.

So like always, they got into bed as soon as he returned and they had a cuddle conversation. It was soothing to not only feel the other person close, but they both stimmed by running their hands over something soft. He knew something was up as soon as he walked in the door and she asked for a cuddle before even saying hello.

He didn’t, however, expect the long-winded backstory of her childhood to be the issue. He was silent the whole time she explained, he cried with her as his cheek rested on her forehead and her tears fell onto his shirt below her face.

Learning his past was just as hard.

She cant imagine how no one could love him, no one took him in and offered him shelter and love and warmth. He deserved kindness and family. He was worth the world and then some to her, and it hurt so deeply to think of no one showing that to him. He’s spent the last 25 years just searching aimlessly for a single iota of respect.

No wonder he fell in love with her so easily.

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The first time is terribly awkward but incredibly euphoric… and they cry after. Not from sadness or regret; no, they’re so in love and so happy with their choices, it’s more of an overwhelming overflowing of emotions that was bound to erupt along with them.

“This has to be the most vulnerable time in the entire world if you really think about it,” Spencer justifies why he’s crying as he starts to get anxious about being too much. “I mean we’ve already seen each other naked and know each other outside… we might as well share what's going on inside too.”

She nods against his sweaty chest, “I used to be really upset that my doctors put me on Dilaudid. I still hate that all this happened to us, but I’m really glad we don’t have to be alone anymore.”

“Me too,” he whispers.

It gets easier the more they do it. It’s still always hilariously awkward, they were so stupidly in love it translated into every moment; like when they attempted shower sex and knocked the curtain down and got water everywhere. Or the time they attempted a quickie in the bar bathroom and his boss walked in, and they had to try not to laugh or move or do anything as they made the most awkward, silent, eye contact ever, in the corner of the stall.

Being horny and awkward was the worst combination but they made it work pretty well.

He was tender and loving and he listened to instructions well. He was a quick learner, he was happy with whatever she wanted and he always, always, tried to finish last. (He wasn’t that lucky) but he was a truly nice guy.

She loved him more and more as the seconds passed. He was just so wonderful, he had his up and downs but they always had great communication, and he understood her unpredictability from her disabilities. The best part was that he loved her regardless of how she was when she woke up in the morning, and she always went to bed with either a kiss or a text proving he loved her.

Before they knew it, a year had passed and she was laying in his bed while he got ready for work. She loved watching his selection process, his colour coordinated closet and handy-dandy tie organization rack. He was so cute, and he always looked so amazing.

“I don’t want you to go in today,” she whispers with a pout.

He takes his phone off the dresser and calls in then, “yeah, Hotch I’m really not doing well. I don’t know what we ate last night but I— yeah thank you.”

He puts everything back in the closet and crawls right back into bed, he snuggled back in close and she smiled at her job well done. He didn’t need to be at work as often as he was, he had a lot of personal and sick days stored and they were always telling him to use them. He deserved a break for that beautiful brain of his, an 8-hour turnaround between psychopaths wasn’t good for anyone, especially not the 2nd most prized possession of the FBI.

“What do you do during the day when I’m not here?” He asked, genuinely not knowing how she occupied her time outside of his presence.

“I sleep until 11,” she whispers as she snuggles in closer.

He’s warm and cuddly and perfect. Naps in the morning are possibly the best periods of sleep someone can ever experience. It’s so relaxing to reward the body with more time, and it’s even better when it includes the perfect snuggle companion.

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I wish this trip never ends (sstbthw part 2) - h.h

Word count: 3768

Warning: angst, swear, mention of smoking

Pairing : harry holland

Request: no.

N/A: okay, i took me almost a whole month to write this but i'm kinda need to work on school too. Remember, english is not my first language, so be kind if you spot mistakes, i really tried my best. I asked you who the reader was supposed to end up with ... I'll let you figure it out but ... don't hate me for the end ... because after all ... it might not be the end. Don’t hesitate to tell me what you think of the fic! Love you all! xx

taglist : @angeliquekalampoka , @harryhollandsgirlfriend (the one and only harry holland's girlfriend to me)

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Restoring a relationship of trust and regaining the bond that you both had was particularly difficult. You had to learn to find your place in Harrison's life, but also in his relationship with Grace. You were roommates and friends, but it was complicated to plan meetings with Harrison's busy schedule. Between his job search after the cancellation of his Netflix series, his photo shoots, his dates with Grace, those with his family. It was getting harder and harder to find a moment to reunite with the two of you. It was without counting your schedule.

You were supposed to meet at noon for lunch at that restaurant Harrison told you about where he took his mother earlier this year, for Mother's Day. You felt uncomfortable going to such a place. It was very fancy; you had taken a look at the menu and you knew in advance that you would not be able to afford to split the bill. That was sometimes one of the downsides of being friends with Tom and Harrison. They sometimes forgot that their salary was significantly higher than yours. After all, they were still simple, good-natured guys, never saying no to a quick takeout meal or ordering pizza, drinking a beer at the local pub. And sometimes, they offered to go to prestigious places, not paying attention to money, wanting to please their friends or family.

Currently you were in your room. You were throwing countless of clothes across the room, trying to choose what you could wear to this lunch. Harry stopped dead when one of your dresses flew out of your room, right in front of his nose, blocking his way. You had left your door open and your spontaneity got the better of your best friend.

“Easy, Tiger. I had no idea your clothes had the capacity of Dr. Strange's cape.” He joked before coming into your bedroom.

You turned to find Harry leaning against your doorframe, a smirk encrusted on his face. You gave him an unamused frown and his smile widened. This wasn’t funny at all; you were stressed as hell. It’s not like you still had feelings for Harrison and try to impress him – to be honest, you still had feeling for your friend, but not as intense as before, you had drawn a definitive line on the possibility of a romantic relationship with him, which had helped you a lot. – But you didn’t want to be dressed down and looked like a clown.

“Come on Munchkin, it’s just a lunch. At worst, Harrison can still make it looks like he invited you out for charity, sort of “Make a Wish” event” Harry joked, in his significant humor.

“Go to hell, Robert. Don’t you have a pack bag to make, mister “I’m going to Spain to help my superstar brother to hold his tea while he’s filming”?”

“Rude… I’m a film director, now”

Not for that, you thought to yourself, but don't have the balls to tell your best friend. You didn't want to take this joke too far. You smiled at his cute pretending offended face. You pouted mockingly before biting your lip. You loved the dynamics of your relationship so much. Your humor, sarcasm, your outspokenness, that's what brought you together. Harry pulled you lightly from your closet with a comforting wink. He chose Yves Saint Laurent poppy red wool jersey flared pants that Tom gave you on your birthday. You smiled at his choice. You liked these pair of pants because they were sparkling with vitality, the color was flamboyant. Harry then gave you a satin pearl-colored shirt from Zara and you laughed at the drastic brand difference.

“Oh I see. A classy look but no more than £ 1000 that's pretty smart,” you joked.

The choice of your outfit once again proved the reality of hanging out with wealthy people. You were not poor; you could even be grateful for the life you had had. But it would never occur to you to give your friends clothes that were going over the miles and cents. To be honest, you wanted it. You wanted to live up to the gifts your friends sometimes gave you. But the truth seemed quite different: you had cried over the price of a used Rolex you wanted to give Tom for his birthday. Even having saved for 6 months, you could not afford such a gift.

“Shut up, don’t be so dramatic. Wear that necklace Harrison gave you for Christmas. I’m sure you’ll look fine”

“Thank you,Baz…I guess. ”

You kissed his cheek and then invited him out of your room so you could get ready. It didn't take you more than thirty minutes, time to put on the outfit your best friend had chosen and to put on light makeup. When you were finally ready, you walked to Tom's room. He had offered to take you to the restaurant where you were to join Harrison. But when you got to his ajar door, you could hear the soft sound of a slight snoring. You let out a chuckle before ordering an Uber. You knew he had spent almost a full month in Los Angeles and hadn't returned until early last week. You wanted to leave him as much as possible alone so that he could rest before his trip to Spain for the reshoots of his film Uncharted. Tom was a boy who loved being in touch with those close to him, but you also felt his need to recharge his batteries. That's why you preferred to let him sleep.

You went down to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water before leaving. When your Uber arrived, you left a note on the refrigerator to let the boys know you were safely gone. It was little everyday things that made you look normal that you enjoy. A post-it on the fridge, a table organizing household chores had been drawn up. Note to yourself; It was Harrison's turn to take care of the laundry.

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You had really hoped this was just a grotesque nightmare. That it wasn't real. He was going to arrive; he was just stuck into the traffic. Isn't it?

But you were there, waiting for over an hour and a half, without any news from your friend. Some people watched you with pity eyes, the others didn't give you any attention. You internally thank Harry for choosing your outfit. You didn't look like a lost kitten in this prestigious setting. It didn't prevent you from being ashamed right now. The waiter had urged you to order several times but you had told him that you were expecting someone, that he would arrive any minute. The last time, you didn't know if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

But it never happened. Harrison never came to your dinner. You were alone, sitting at a table, pathetically waiting for your friend to show up. It didn't look like him. He had never stand you up before. And not to improve this embarrassing moment, the waiter came to you again. This time, with a man in a suit. He was elegant, carried himself proud but diplomatic. They stopped at your table, a tight smile on their faces. No doubt the man in the suit was to be the manager.

"Miss, my employee told me that you seemed to have occupied this table for a while now. I am sorry to tell you that if you do not order a few things, you will have to leave the establishment"

You looked at him with misty eyes. You have never been so ashamed in your life. You just nod your head, not trusting your voice just yet. After taking a deep breath, you finally apologize to them before telling them that you are going to leave. The manager of the restaurant, out of politeness awkwardly apologizing for this uncomfortable situation.

You've finished the Dry Martini that you allowed yourself to, paying for it with whatever pride you have left. You pulled your cellphone out of your purse and decided to call one of the boys. After three rings, he picked up.

"Hey ... can you please pick me up?"

Your voice was shaky, you were so ashamed but it was less distressing than having to walk the Walk of Shame to your house or cry in an uber. You hung up and shared your location. You left the lobby, leaving the restaurant, standing in front of the entrance to the establishment. The air refreshed your cheeks burning with shame. Luckily it wasn't raining today. Which was pretty nice compared to that early summer you had had.

When you saw Harry's car pulled up in front of you, you slid into the passenger seat without a word. The curly redhead gave you a heartwarming smile but you definitely could see a spark of annoyance in his eyes. You sigh, resigned while shrugging your shoulders. It was obvious that your friendship with Harrison was still shaky.

"I'm sorry, love. He's a jerk about it."

Coincidentally, like a mitigating circumstance, your phone vibrated, receiving a notification from Harrison. You were chewing your lip with a sort of anguish and irritation, watching the message the blond had sent you.

"I'm sorry. So sorry. My agent called me for a pretty urgent casting briefing. She's detained me until now. Are you still okay for this dinner?"

You were angry. You were mature enough and had known the boys long enough to understand their obligations. The fact that Harrison had a lastminute meeting with his agent and missed your dinner wasn't a problem. The problem was, he made you wait for over an hour and a half before notifying you. You wanted him to call you to let you know, or a simple text just after he knew for the meeting. You typed a short answer, shorter than this was impossible. "No". You rested your head against the headrest, turning your gaze to your best friend.

"Hey, he's a Netflix star now" you replied to his last words.

Your voice cracked on the last syllables and your eyes filled with tears. You weren't usually that emotional but the anguish and shame really took over you. Harry noticed, unsure of how to instantly respond to your distress. He would have liked to stop on an emergency lane to take you in his arms but he already had 2 penalties to pay, respectively for speeding and prohibited parking ... a third fine would not be really welcome. He simply placed his hand on your thigh, drawing circles on your pants to comfort you. He simply moved his hand to shift gears and instantly rested it on your leg whenever he had the chance. This gesture soothed you, enjoying the touch, grateful to have someone as your best friend to mop up your pain.

☙♡❧

Arriving at the apartment, no sign of Harrison. When you walked in the kitchen, you saw Tom sitting at the counter, scrolling his phone. He looked up at you, not directly noticing your annoyed expression.

"Wow..you're ... gorgeous. I love these pants on you"

You smiled, a little amused by the compliment. Of course he loved the pants, it was a gift from him. But your smile didn’t reach your eyes. With a look on your expression then on the clock, the actor understood that something went wrong. Harry was right behind and still no trace of Harrison. It was suspicious. Tom gave you a worried look.

"Do I have to ask…Never mind, I’m still going to ask. How was lunch with Harrison?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask him? Oh wait... right, he didn't show up" you said sarcastically although you could hear the hurt in your voice.

Tom frowned, biting the inside of his lower lip in annoyance. Harrison was his best mate since forever and he knew him so well. It seemed strange from Harrison to not show up. The blond has told him he was happy to see you again and walking through this whole awkward “feeling situation” because he didn’t want to lose you. In a quick movement, he rose from his stool to walk around the counter. The next second, he took you in his comforting arms and you finally let yourself go under the sight of the two Holland brothers.

“It seems like you need a break of all this shit” Tom said while he ran his fingers through your hair.

You let a little laugh escape through your tears. He wasn't wrong. You really needed to get away from this whole situation for a moment. But how? Harry watched the scene unsure of what to do. You were his best friend and it seemed like the solace you found was never in his arms. He had tried in the car, however, as best he could. He walked over to the counter to make you both a cup of tea. It seems that as cliché as it sounds, tea comforts you, as the English person you used to be. As the redhead waited patiently for the water to boil, a flash of genius - according to him - crossed the glare of his eyes.

“Why doen't she come with us to Spain?”

His brother's words seemed to suit Tom, who released his hold on you. You opened your eyes wide, not sure of what you had just heard. Go to Spain, with them? Once again, you knew you were going to argue on this proposition. The idea was not bad, Spain seemed a rather pleasant country. But you had just graduated and had a student job to save as much as possible. However, you could not afford to leave for several days in Spain, at the last minute. Plus, what were you going to do while Tom was filming and Harry was assisting him? He was sure the film's production crew wasn't going to give you a pass because Tom had decided.

“Yeah! That’s it, you’re coming with us”

“Tom, I have a student job. I can’t just…decide to go to Spain.”

“You never take a leave, come on. It’s not negotiable”

You were looking at Harry for help but he just shrugged. After all, he was the one who had initiated the idea of ​​including you on the trip. You were trying to find a valid excuse to stay home. You really didn't want to impose yourself.

“I can’t afford that” you said, trying your best to convince him to quit the idea.

“I don’t care, it’s not even a problem. You coming to Spain with us.”

"Omg, does Z dominate you in bed to make you so bossy in life?"

Harry almost spitted his tea and laughed out loud while Tom gave you shocked eyes with pinky cheeks. You had always been sassy but hanging out with the boys had made you even more sassy than ever. How many times haven't you heard Tuwaine or Harry make fun of Harrison or Tom on the sex subject? Being a girl seemed to make you an untouchable character. The boys had never teased you about your relationships or your sexual partners. And while you've always had feelings for Harrison, you've had your own experiences. Anyway, you had just gone with the flow and Tom's brand-new romantic relationship with his co-star gave you the perfect opportunity.

“That's not the point.” stammered the actor.

Your smile widened, proud of your joke and the way Tom reacted. You heard Harry clear his throat. He had his phone in his hand and his own smile didn't bode well for you.

"The production is okay but it's at Tom's expense."

“You got to be kidding me…”

☙♡❧

You ended up in Spain with two of your best friends. You knew you had limited time before Tom had to fly back to Los Angeles for some Spider-man: No Way Home reshoots. So, you enjoyed as much as possible: accompanying the boys to the golf course - even though you weren't very involved in the sport -, spending time to visit touristic places when they were on set, talking with Rachael and other people from the set. You really enjoyed your trip.

On Wednesday evening you went out to a restaurant with Tom, Harry and two other friends/tom’s colleagues. You couldn't deny that it was fun. You had the opportunity to sunbathe a little while walking through the streets of Madrid. Spain was doing you good and not once did you think about your wobbly friendship with Harrison. You've just left the restaurant when a few fans politely show up to take pictures with Tom. You couldn't help but smile at the thought of how kind Tom had always taken in a few snaps when his fans approached him respectfully - and there weren't too many of them -. You sighed with pleasure before stepping away from the group. You leaned against a wall and took out the packet of cigarettes that Tom had asked you to keep in your clutch bag. Being an occasional smoker, he wouldn't blame you if you took one from him. You tilted your head back to admire the dark starry night when you felt a presence by your side. You narrowed your eyes in mischief as you looked sideways: Harry was there, his nose wrinkled from your cigarette. He didn't like it too much Silence filled your bubble despite the hubbub outside. You were in public and it was not surprising to meet travelers and Madrid residents mingling with the crowd to enjoy this pleasant evening.

"I wish this trip never ends." You finally said, breaking the silence.

Harry didn't know what to say to that. Instead, he was just looking at you. You were a little tanned, the Madrid sun had done wonders on you; your loose hair framed your face and the summer dress you had chosen for the restaurant looked great on you: It was a short red floral summer dress with a shingle collar. Light enough to keep you from suffocating but decent to wear on any casual occasion. You were beautiful, stunning. His heart exploded at the sight of you, so much that it hurt a few times.

"I wish I had been there for you more." he finally confessed

You finally turned your head towards him and shrug your shoulders, smiling shyly but sincerely.

“You were working, Baz”

“I meant…not only here in Spain. I’m sorry to have let you down recently”

You give him a confused look. He hadn't been a bad friend but he kept implying it. You just shook your head negatively to brush his words away. Harry had always been important to you. He had been the first to step towards you. It was him who introduced you to the rest of the gang. He had always been concerned about you.

The night you met, you immediately clicked up with him. And to be honest, for a moment, you thought he liked you that night. But he never took that step towards you and you never did either. You dreaded that if you kissed him, he would think you were interested in his notoriety by proxy. So you just acted like any reasonable person would - accept the status he gave you. And the second time he asked you to join him with his brother and his friends, you met Harrison and your heart exploded.

"I'm glad you brought me here"

“I'm happy you accepted to come.”

“I didn't really have the choice, Baz” you joked.

He laughed slightly. You weren't wrong, he and Tom had practically dragged you onto the plane, leaving you no choice to be by their side. But you could only thank them, especially Harry who had the idea. You took another hit on your cigarette before leaning back to check out where Tom was with his fans. He seemed to be talking with the girls and didn't seem overwhelmed. So, you didn't want to interrupt him and were just going to wait for him to finish. Harry played with his hands nervously, looking straight ahead and then at you. He seemed to be repeating this game for several seconds before finally asking the question that was in his mind.

“Have you heard from Harrison?” Harry asked quite casually

“He sent me several texts to apologize and wished me to have a good time in Madrid.”

“Do you still have feelings for him?”

You swallow hard before looking at him. There was an indecipherable glint in his eyes and you weren't sure what to make of it. You drew another puff from your cigarette, maybe that would save you from entering this conversation. But Harry's presence was all around you and you couldn't really escape. So you've decided to be honest.

“It’s complicated. I suppose so...”

“Mhmm”

“But my friendship with Haz is important, I don't want to lose him because of it.”

“Yeah, you can't imagine how well I understand you” he sighed

“What do you mean? Who’s the lucky girl..or guy ?”

Harry turned to you frankly and you did the same, stubbing out the half-smoked cigarette. You are well aware that the conversation was taking a more serious turn. He moistened his lips and walked over to you. Harry was full of things: he was full-loving, sarcastic, talented, daring, impertinent. But Harry was mostly awkward when it came to love. Not just an attraction, no, love with real feeling. Delicately, hesitantly, he reached out to your cheek, stroking it with the back of his fingers, cautiously. You were frozen, your eyes fixed on him admiring his audacity.

"She's the most beautiful girl I ever seen." he said with a small smile.

Harry walked over to you and your heart was pounding at breakneck speed. Harry had ... feelings for you? You were really confused. Since when had he developed his feelings? Why didn't he tell you about it? Why hadn't he tried anything so far? So, were you right from the start? Was there a tension between you since the beginning of your friendship, since your met? But above all, did you want him to take that step? Instinctively, your body responded. You parted your lips and closed your eyes. You enjoyed the warmth of his hand on your cheek and were waiting for the touch of his lips. But it never happened.

"Hey baz, y/n..we're going back to the hotel" Tom said, taking his eyes off his phone. "I…Mhmm sorry, did I interrupt something?"