#sorry if there’s mistakes I wrote this quick and I’m in the car with Other People talking and distracting me but

[benjamin-benny-ben]

Personal opinion? Octavia DOESN’T have to forgive Stolas, contrary to what I’ve seen people saying.

Hear me out. I love them both, truly, but as a person who was put in a similar position to Octavia as a child (Dad cheated on my mom, A LOT, they divorced and my dad proceeded to basically ignore me and focus on his new family) I don’t think she has to forgive him immediately (or ever!!!!!). Obviously what I went through is very different. But she’s allowed to be pissed and feel abandoned cause she WAS. Even if Stolas IS trying to contact her, see her, etc. She’s allowed to be angry.

He by definition did leave her for his lover. Yes, it was a split decision because he had to think fast and Blitzø was about to be executed for using STOLAS’S GRIMOIRE THAT HE ALLOWED I.M.P. TO USE KNOWING IT WAS ILLEGAL. Stolas is NOT an “innocent precious baby” like some of yall make him out to be. He’s also flawed, and that’s why I like his character.

Yes, Stolas was abused and neglected as a child and in his marriage, but so was Octavia. She was raised in an extremely toxic household with an abusive mother, parents yelling at each other and one of them THROWING SHIT at the other. Even if Stolas didn’t abuse (well, hit her. He still neglected her, even if he didn’t mean to) himself, she was raised in an extremely toxic environment. She was ALSO neglected at points and Stolas just wouldn’t listen to her. Of course she’s going to be mad when her father seemingly abandoned her for his bf and leaves her with

I think if they sat down and Stolas explained everything to her, she’d maybe understand more. But that still doesn’t mean he DESERVES her forgiveness.

It’s a flawed show, everyone is flawed, it’s Hell. But I think Octavia has a reason to not want to speak to him and I think if she never spoke to him again, it’d be justified.

[mcondance]

come close; hobie brown

getting high and talking about anarchy with some old 90's shit playing is a crazy way to fall for someone. but it happens.

pairing hobie brown x Black!afab!fem! reader

contents lots of weed, different terms for weed (mary jane, cess), talks of killing politicians (y’all r both anarchists so.), masturbation (both you and hobie), making out, fingering, riding, missionary, mating press, creampie, unprotected sex (they're horny man dwbi), dirty talk, cervix kissing, lotsssss of praise, porn with plot (sorry i love plot 🙏🏾)

words 4.7k.. back on my longer fic shit!

warnings reader wears lipgloss, barely proofread so if you see any mistakes pls shoot me an ask!, umm i use the n word once!, i’m also,, not that great at writing his voice yet so.. hope it’s at least sorta accurate :3

extras the form i wrote this in is kinda,, unique igs but it flows rlly well i feel.

song shoutouts special thanks to lipstick lover by janelle monae, come close by common and mary j. blige, and green eyes by erykah badu!

signing off happy father’s day to hobie 🫶🏾

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not quite plug!hobie, but hobie who always has weed, who you smoke with the first time you buy from him.

you usually don’t smoke with randoms, but you hear some old 90's rap playing from inside his car, and he invites you in when you comment on it.

"what you know bout this?" you ask with a smile.

"a lot, actually. you wanna smoke and listen?"

not quite plug!hobie who's fine as fuck as he sits opposite you in his ride, tall and darkskin with cool ass hair. wild ass accent and even wilder style, but he makes it work. his music taste adds on to his overall allure.

but his political views? god. the charm in the shape of a little 'a' surrounded by a circle hanging from his mirror lets you know that he ain't like these other niggas.

he's an anarchist. so far, you're the only anarchist you know. it's so rare to find someone who has the same values as you.

not quite plug!hobie who's car you leave with music recs clumsily typed into your notes, and someone to talk about politics with, though you're too shy to text the pretty boy with the good weed, so you're sure it'll never happen.

not quite plug!hobie who texts you when you get home to make sure you arrived safely.

"driving while high ain't safe, ya know? you at home?"

"i've done it before. i made it home."

not quite plug!hobie who's so nice to you, complimenting your outfits and hair, even noticing when you meet him the 3rd time with a new style.

not quite plug! hobie who you find out has been giving you discounts when your friends ask if you ever bought from him after their recommendation, and you run them in on the details. you think it’s just cause y’all smoked the first time you ever bought from him and you bonded over political views and music. you don’t think nothing else of it.

not quite plug!hobie who you find yourself thinking about more and more often, ever since that first time y'all smoked together.

not quite plug!hobie who finds himself in the same predicament.

not quite plug!hobie who answers the door on your 6th buy in a pair of red sweats and a tight white t-shirt that hugs his lanky frame, hair tied up with a blue shoe string. he invites you into his crib, citing reasons of having no one else to talk to about his views with. after all, it's the first time you both have time to sit and talk and listen to music instead of a quick deal since that first time.

not quite plug!hobie who you get faded as fuck with, this time sharing a joint on his janky couch, heavy hands brushing against each other with each pass. he tries to ignore the aching in his very core every time you speak your mind, your aligning politics driving him crazy.

you mirror him, shaking off the.. arousal?.. no, it can't be. you can't be getting all heated just cause a man is an anarchist. whatever. just ignore it.

not quite plug!hobie who laughs when you tell him straight up, “people aren’t killing politicians anymore. that’s our fuckin’ problem.”

"really? you're wild. but i get it."

"course you do." you nod, taking another drag of the joint. erykah badu's "green eyes" is playing quietly in the background of your convo. hobie starts laughing.

"what?" you smile.

"song's called green eyes, right? well we got red eyes." it's corny and wouldn't be funny if you two weren't high as shit, but you are high as shit, so it's fucking hilarious.

not quite plug!hobie who's eyes linger on you as he pulls laugh after laugh out of your chest with his snarky little jokes.

not quite plug!hobie who walks you to your car after your smoke session, telling you to get home safely. he passes out after his head hits the bed, that after smoke sleep being some of the best he's ever had. he tries to chase you out of his mind as he succumbs to the cess.

not quite plug!hobie who lights a joint and then pulls his dick out the next day, hard and heavy, and strokes it thinking about his pretty little client— friend? whatever — hips stuttering as he wraps his hand around his thick base. he's tried to shake you off, went all day distracting himself with this and that, but it's not working.

not quite plug!hobie who cums in white spurts splattering on his chest to the thought of making you cum in a room filled with smoke, some old r&b playin as he dicks you down the way he's been wanting to since the first time your pretty ass came to him asking for some weed. he wants you bent over on the end of his bed, eyes low and red while he fills you up and fucks you good, gives you his dick like he feels you so rightfully deserve.

not quite plug!hobie who you seriously can't stop thinking of. last night's smoke session has you on edge, so you light another joint, but weed always gets you horny, so when you slip your fingers into your panties and touch yourself to the thought of the pretty darkskin boy with the piercings and cool hair pushing his fat cock into your pretty hole, you blame it on the mary jane sitting pretty in your veins.

the fault lies in the mary jane for making you think about him laid on top of you, talking you through it as he damn near kisses your cervix, his wiry hands roaming your body. the fault lies in the mary jane for having your legs shaking, imagining your pretty plug folding you in half and ruining you, leaving you and your cunt sore and satisfied and dripping his cum.

not quite plug!hobie who cleans up while telling himself that he can't do this again, that you're not interested in him.

not quite plug!hobie who you block out of your mind as you shower. what you did wasn't right. it won't happen again.

not quite plug!hobie who you don’t buy from for a minute, cause you’re trying to stop smoking so much, for a while. you still keep in contact with him, though. daily texts, funny memes, and of course talks of anarchy. one day, you call him “bee” instead of hobie, and it sticks. he likes it.

not quite plug!hobie… who you fuck yourself to again, this time slipping three fingers inside your greedy cunt to satiate the need for him. it’s almost every night, and it’s a different fantasy every time. 

in the backseat of his car, bent over on his counter, pressed into his couch cushions. your head pressing into your pillows while visions of hobie’s lips pressed to your ear praising you endlessly for being his good girl and taking him so well torment you. you’re insatiable, but when you text you have to pretend like you don’t want his piercing scraping against your clit as he eats you like a man starved.

not quite plug!hobie who has the same dilemma as you.. he can’t even go a couple of hours without growing hard in his sweats, glimpses of you spread out on his bed with your thighs thrown over his shoulders, or you face down ass up, sobbing in pure ecstasy. it’s not made better by y’all’s constant texting, more and more of your personality being revealed to him each day.

you both share one brain, really. and that one brain finds each other attractive, of course, but it’s not just that. it’s not just pure lust. you two have more in common than anyone you’ve ever met, and that sinks ache and want so deep into you that every night and day is spent trying to rid yourselves of it.

not quite plug!hobie who you buy from again almost two weeks later, two weeks that were filled with funny conversations and deep discussions of politics through text. two weeks that solidify the growing feelings you have for each other. this time, he’s wearing a pair of blue sweats and a tight black tee, and his hair is tied up just like the first time you came to his house. this time, brandy’s playing throughout his crib.

you’ve only known each other for about two months, but it feels like longer, for the both of you. you take your seat on the couch as he grabs his stash and his papers, pulling out one paper to roll up.

not quite plug!hobie who sits a little bit closer than he did last time. he smells good. your head is swimming already. 

not quite plug!hobie who lights up and then lets you take the first hit, watching you wrap your glossy lips around the joint like he doesn’t wish they were wrapped around his dick instead. you pass the joint to him and settle onto the couch, raking your eyes over his lanky frame, and what you swear is a hard-on. no way. it has to be the weed. 

he settles back onto the couch too, extending his long arms on the back. his arm comes up behind your head, and you rest your head on it, smiling dopily when he directs his hazy gaze your way. his playlist must have ended. you're left with him and your thoughts.

“you’re funny, you know?” he says through a breath of smoke, passing the joint to you.

“yeah?” you reply, hitting it again. “everyone tells me i’m just corny.”

“you’re not corny. you’re pretty hilarious, if i’m bein’ honest.” 

and there it is again.

not quite plug!hobie whose words light that fire in you again, the fire that you’ve been dousing every night for the past two fucking weeks. fuck, not here. not now. you grab the joint from him in an attempt to push more weed into your system to flush him out, but you meet his pretty fuckin’ brown eyes and they’re low and his lips looks so good and he smells so good and suddenly you’re asking not quite plug who you’re two seconds away from fucking!hobie why he’s been charging you less than everyone else who buys from him and why he invited you into his car and into his house, twice.

and not quite plug who really wants to kiss you right now!hobie can’t even joke and twist his way out of this one. he’s tired of cumming alone to the thought of you. the worst you can do is leave. but the best? god, so many things.

“'s cause i think you’re pretty. n' i really wanna kiss you right now.”

“then do it.”

not quite plug!hobie who tastes like weed and chocolate. the hand that was resting on the back of the couch finds it’s way to the small of your back, fingers drawing nonsensical shapes into it. your hands find his knee and his neck as you press your lips into his. you slide closer to him, and then he’s using the hand resting on your back to push you into his lap, hands settling on your hips as you settle above him, your hands circling around his neck.

“how long?” you ask between kisses.

“since the day you walked up to my car.” he responds quietly, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. he’s quick to trap your lips again.

god, he is hard. and he’s big, you can feel him pressing against the inside of your thigh. you hold your tongue, figuring you could deal with that later. right now, you just need to get out what you’ve been keeping in since the day you two met and you spotted the little ‘a’ hanging from his mirror.

the kiss grows deeper and he grows a little less shy, starting to use his hands gripping your waist to grind you against him. heat floods you when you realize that he's pulling you onto his cock, pressing your cunt against him, separated by the fabric of his sweats and your shorts.

you find his rhythm, falling into the pattern of his soft pushes and presses, a gentle lull of bodies moving against each other that makes you even more comfortable than you already are. soft little groans escaping the both of you, mixing with the smoke and infatuation in the air.

he lets you move the way you want, lithe fingers tracing up your back, hovering over where your hair falls onto your neck. he keeps kissing you for a minute, seemingly frozen. but then he's pulling away to speak, "can i- can i touch your hair?"

you stop moving with a smile. you nod. "yeah. thanks for asking." you kiss him again.

"course, love." he nods, and then he kisses you again. his long fingers snake into your hair, gently and softly. he strokes his hands through your locks, in time with your kisses and the movements of your hips that have started again. hands migrating from his neck, sliding down his chest, laying flat-palmed. your fingers slide under his tee, curling and gripping to pull him ever closer to you.

not quite plug!hobie who could kiss you forever. you could too, but you want more. you need him. so you pull away just a little, murmur "can feel you against me." chills rack through him at your words.

"i know. 'm so hard, darlin'." he pushes his hips up just a little, drawing a muffled whine from you.

"been wantin' you so bad.." you trail off. hobie takes it upon himself to move his hands from your hair to the waistband of your shorts, eyes fixed on yours, watching your every move. you nod, giving him permission to snake his fingers into your shorts, fingers that are met with no resistance.

"no panties? did'ya plan this, doll?" he smiles, slim fingers exploring your wetness, doing what he can with the limited space.

"mhm." you shake your head. "'s more comfortable." he hums in agreement. he circles your clit with his middle finger, dipping towards your entrance to collect more slick. you push down against his fingers, causing him to have to crane his wrist to reach you.

"can we take these off? can't touch you the way i wanna." you blush, averting your eyes to focus on the hand that disappears into your shorts.

"yeah." you breathe shakily, standing up and letting hobie pull them down your legs, hands on his shoulders as balance. your shirt is long, and it falls down to give you some modesty. hobie throws your shorts somewhere behind you before he leans back, giving you space to sit back down.

he looks so fucking good, brown eyes staring at you like you hung the stars in the sky. he reaches out for you, pulling you back into his lap by your hips. his hand disappears under your shirt while his lips find yours again, exploring you more freely this time.

"so wet, doll." he murmurs between one kiss and another, smiling when you whine. his fingers move at different speeds, pressing in different areas and circling at different speeds until he finds a combination that makes you jolt against him, whining "bee."

"thaaaaat's it, love." this time, you don't return your lips to his, instead tucking your head into his neck as you hump shamelessly against his hand, his cock pressing hard and heavy against your thigh. "keep going, baby," he urges, "show me how it feels."

and you do. you shiver and shake and whine and groan in pleasure, pressing kisses in his brown skin as he touches you the way he touched himself thinking about.

not quite plug!hobie who presses his thumb into your clit, sliding his hand farther down to tease your drooling hole. "'s wet, love. g'na feel so good 'round me." you moan loudly at that, at the thought of your fantasies coming true. you cant your hips down, sliding down his fingers until they're seated inside you, stroking gently at your sensitive walls.

pulling them out softly, he curls his fingers, twisting his wrist as you whine and mouth at his neck. "'s okay. you can bite." he nods, catching onto what you were holding yourself back from. you still don't, resign to licking and sucking instead.

until his fingers catch the spongy spot inside you, and your teeth are sinking into the column. "fuck," you damn near shout, pushing yourself onto his hand. he groans in response, pleased to be pleasing you and indulging in the pain you inflict on him. thumb on your clit and fingers playing with that spot, he brings his other hand from your hip to your hair to soothe you, to ground you.

it's sweet, really, his hand in your hair while the other one touches you the way you've been dreaming of. coos and hums meet your ears, soft sounds of affirmation egging you on to let yourself get lost in the pleasure he delivers you. arousal steadily dripping out of your hole, hobie's fingers sliding easier and easier inside you until he can pull out and slip right back in.

"you're so pretty, dove, fuckin' dreamgirl." he murmurs, staring down at your pretty face, arched eyebrows turned down in ecstasy, lips parted. the praise takes you closer and closer to the edge, his deep voice reverberating throughout your entire being, the pangs of arousal in your clit growing harder and faster. you're close.

you're so goddamn close to cumming for a boy you just wanted to buy from. his long fingers reach deep, deeper than you could ever even dream of. “hobie- i- i’m g’na-” you stutter against his neck, hips stuttering against his fingers.

“‘s okay, love, cum. i’m right here.” the rubber band snaps, and you're tightening your thighs around his hand while you shake and shiver, eyes closed tight with soft whines of "hobie, god it feels so good" tumbling from your lips. you tighten around his fingers, too, squeeze him so tight he winces, cause he just knows you're gonna feel so good wrapped around him. he pushes that thought away, though, focused on helping you ride out your orgasm.

fingers pressing into your clit and that spot inside you, he makes sure to milk every last second of your climax, eyes fixed on your ethereal features. aftershocks still racking through you, you finally open your eyes, and he takes it as a sign to gently pull his fingers out of you and wipe them on his sweats, and you shudder at the feeling.

"that was. . so much better than i imagined. n' i imagined it being pretty good." you smile and giggle, placing a kiss on his neck. he laughs in response, raising his eyebrows at your confession.

"bet i'm a better fuck than you imagined, too." the air in the room shifts again, and suddenly you're aware of his cock pressed against your thigh through his sweats again.

"bet you are."

you raise up, kissing him again as your hands find the waistband of his sweats and invite themselves in, meeting his dick that's been hard since you first sat down on his couch. "and i'm the one who planned this? you're free-balling." you murmur against his lips, and he mirrors your words from earlier.

"'s more comfortable, 's all— fuck." he's cut off when you pull his cock out of his sweats and run your finger over his pretty brown tip, dipping into his slit. his hips thrust up, chasing your soft hand. "g'na drive me crazy." he almost whines, jerking against you when you swipe your thumb against his aching tip again.

"just returnin' the favor." you shoot back, raising up to hover over him, swiping his leaking dick through your wetness. he wraps his hand around his thick base, moving in time with your teasing strokes. "you're big." you groan, hesitating to seat yourself on him.

"i know, doll, you can take it though. we'll make you take it." he speaks into your clothed chest, muffled and horny, and you’re sure he means what he says. you drip even more at his words, sticky slick wetting his fat tip.

not quite plug!hobie whose hands are on your hips as you sink down onto his pretty dick, whining into his neck as he encourages you. “you got it, baby, you’re takin’ me so well. god, she’s so wet.”

"she— fuck that's so hot," you moan, eyes rolling back at his words.

"mhm?" he hums.

you don't respond, too busy focusing on his fat cock pushing into you, focusing on the way you both make it fit, exactly like he said you would. finally, he bottoms out, your thighs resting against his sweats.

"g' job, babe. knew you could take me." you jolt against him, his heady words sending another pang of arousal straight to where you two meet.

not quite!plug hobie who you tell to move, raising your hips up as he pulls out, meeting him in the middle as he fills you back up. his hips slot against yours again, and his big chocolate eyes are fixed on yours, gazing upon you in adoration, while your eyes are fixed on where he disappears into you.

"so big, feels s'good. ." you whisper, meeting his gaze. the look in his eyes has chills running down your spine as you raise your hips again, choosing to connect your lips with his again. hobie starts to find a rhythm, now, wrapping his long arms around your waist. you swap spit with him as his hips meet your ass, taking over.

body bouncing with each of his thrusts into your pussy, arms wrapped around his neck. his lips slipping against yours, plump and wet. you both take it slow, basking in the feeling of finally being like this with someone you've wanted since you first saw them.

he fills you up so nicely, thick cock nestled in your achy walls, leaking tip just barely kissing your cervix as he thrusts just a bit harder and you push down a little more.

"y'feel me, darlin? 'm all the way in, at the end of you, god, 'm g'na make you mine." he babbles in pleasure, pushing his hips up even harder. still soft, but firm, and deliberate.

you nod against his lips, hand resting on his cheek. "feel you, bee, feel you in my fuckin' stomach, i swear." you feed off of him and he feeds off of you, kissing and slapping your hips against the others, wild and wanting. "fuckin' me so good, bee, makin' me yours."

"makin' me yours, doll, pussy's squeezin' me like she don't w'na let go."

"don't wanna let go, wan' you so bad." you confess, bringing your ass down onto his cock again. "i— fuck," you sob. his cock curves just right, and with his tip pressing against your spot now, hobie's found new determination.

"that it?" he asks, making sure to keep hitting that spongy patch of skin with every thrust, sheathing his cock in your wet heat.

"'s it, hobie, feels so good, shit." the high has worn off by now, leaving pure emotions and desire driving you two. you get tight around him again, cunt pulsing with every slam of his hips against yours. you feel so good around him, so tight and wet.

"'m g'na—, you're gonna make me cum, bee."

he moves one hand from around your waist at that, sliding between you two to toy with your clit, thumb rubbing wild shapes against the throbbing bud.

"fuck," you cry, grinding against his thumb and down onto his dick.

"you close again, doll? wan' you to wet me up, ma'me a mess," he encourages, big brown eyes fixed on yours like they've been the whole night.

"'m so close, bee, wanna cum for you, wanna wet you up."

"then do it." he mirrors your words from earlier, and the pleasure pulsing through your veins and infatuation swirling around in your blood gets to be too much, and you cum on his cock, still slamming your hips down onto him, meeting his thrusts in the middle. "thaaaat's it, doll." you hear hobie praise through the fog in your mind, bounces turned to messy grinds as you get all tight around him, cumming hard.

"y'alright, love?" he asks, moving your hair out of your face.

"mhm. w'na go again, you haven't come yet." he chuckles at your words, wrapping both hands around your waist and kissing you again.

"lay back, love." he murmurs against your lips, flipping you onto the couch. your back meets the smooth fabric as he lays you down, pulling his tee and his sweats off. you follow suit, stripping your shirt off and throwing it somewhere behind his couch. his watchful eyes fall on your face, then your tits, then your cunt, taking your body in for the first time.

he finds his place on top of you, balancing himself on his elbows as he kisses you again. he reaches down, but you stop him. "lemme do it," you urge, replacing his hand. you line him up with your sopping entrance, nodding twice to tell him to push in.

the stretch is so fucking good, his cock bullying it's way into your tight cunt again.

"fuck, that's it," he curses, watching your face as he seats himself in your once again.

"so deep. ." you trail off, looking down at your stomach, and oh fuck, no way.

"hobie, hobes, look," you urge, and he points his gaze to where you're looking.

"oh, love, look at that. can see myself, right there," he presses down on the bulge he creates, ripping a broken moan straight from your throat.

"fuck me, please," you sob, squirming under him. he nods, understanding, and finds his rhythm easier this time, lean hips slapping against you. your body jolts up the couch with every thrust, choppy whines of nonsensical sentences leaving your mouth.

not quite plug who's absolutely pussydrunk!hobie can't get enough of your cunt, the way you squeeze him oh so tight, the wet squelches of your heat drawing him further into madness. he needs to go deeper, needs to fuck you harder, so he raises up, throwing your legs over his shoulders, leaning back down to bury his cock deep inside you.

"baby, fuck." it's a gritted groan, head rolling back onto the couch as he mouths at your neck, licking and biting at your heated skin. his thrusts are slow and firm, dick kissing your cervix, the slaps sounding out through his living room.

you're both quiet this time around, too blissed out to do anything but fuck, allowing yourselves to succumb to pleasure. every inch of his cock fills you, driving you crazy, driving him crazy too. it's intimate, his lips on your neck, your fingers palming at his back, limbs tangled together. and you can feel it building up in you again.

"'m g'na cum, hobes." he moves one of his arms, bringing his thumb down to rub at your clit, still mouthing at your neck. he lets it happen this time, doesn't urge you or change anything he's doing, and you coast into your climax so gratifyingly that you almost cry, squeezing him tight once again. now, your focus is on making him cum.

"wan' you to cum, hobes."

"gotta pull out, love. we ain' even put a rubber on." he realizes.

"no you don't. 'm clean. jus' fill me up, please." in your right mind, you wouldn't let him, but you're not in your right mind, and neither is he. so he cums with a groan, shaking as he spills pressed against your cervix.

the air's.. different now, satisfied and calm. you both lay there for a while, until hobie's picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up.

after, he lights another joint that you two share tucked under his covers, hugged up like a couple.

not quite plug!hobie holds you as you both fall asleep.

[foxy-eva]

Nude Beach

Summary: Reader finally convinces Spencer to go to the beach with her. Turns out it's a nude beach. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut 

Content Warning: (18+, minors DNI) nudity, awkwardness, teasing, fingering, handjob, semi-public sex (in a car), unprotected penetrative sex

Author's Note: I wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins Summer Sunshine Challenge!

Word Count: 3.5k

Masterlist

After solving a case at this picturesque, vacation-like place, your boss decided that your team should stay for another day for some much needed time off. It was the perfect opportunity for a beach day.

When everyone started making plans for the day at the breakfast table, you realized that nobody wanted to go see the ocean with you. Half of your team decided to go to a spa while the others planned a hike. Neither of those options were particularly intriguing for Spencer but he still didn’t agree to come to the beach with you. 

Spencer explained why he’d rather stay in the hotel, “Sandy food, pink skin, limited and unengaging topography, but mostly drug-resistant bacteria spread by seagull fe–”

“Reid!” Hotch interrupted him. “We’re eating breakfast.” 

“Come on, pretty boy! I’m sure you’d find some engaging topography if you go with (y/n),” Morgan teased the both of you. 

“That’s inappropriate,” JJ scolded her coworker before snickering, “He’s right though.” 

You felt your cheeks heating up at their words. Spencer had never looked at you for longer than was necessary, so you knew your team was just joking around. However, the thought of him getting excited to see you in a swimsuit let your heart skip a beat. 

Spencer looked between you and the other team members before asking, “You guys won’t stop until I agree, right?” 

With the sweetest tone in your voice you practically begged him, “Please, Spencer! I don’t want to go alone.”

Defeatedly, he sighed, “Fine. Let’s go to the beach.”

A quick online search for the closest beach later you were on your way to the shore with your favorite coworker. Once you arrived it only took you a couple of seconds to make a very interesting discovery. It took Spencer a little longer than that. 

He placed a blanket on the sand and sat down before he looked around. A grin had already formed on your face, curious about his reaction. You took off your shirt and shorts, revealing the bikini you wore underneath. Spencer kept turning his head before locking eyes with you again. 

"I think this is a nude beach," he finally realized.  

When you reached back to undo your bikini top, his eyes widened and he squeaked, "What are you doing?!" 

You just shrugged and said, "When in Rome."

"What?!"

"It means that you should adopt the customs of the place you are visiting," you explained the same way he usually did. 

Spencer shook his head, clearly having trouble to wrap his mind around what was happening. "N.. No, I know what it means! I just meant… don't you want to leave?" 

"Nope," you chirped and let your bikini top drop to the ground. 

Spencer's sight followed the piece of fabric before he made the mistake of looking up again. After getting a glimpse of your breasts, he quickly averted his eyes, already feeling overwhelmed with this situation.

You didn't think he had anything to apologize for but he did it anyway. "Sorry, I didn't mean to– "

"It's okay, you can look," you laughed. "We're at a nude beach, you won't be able to avoid seeing naked people." 

"I really think we should leave," he said, his eyes glued to the floor. 

"You're really gonna leave me here on my own with a bunch of strangers?” You asked and added, “While I'm naked?" 

"No, of course not!” Spencer protested as he found your eyes. “I want you to come with me."

"Not gonna happen. I missed the ocean too much to just leave again. Besides, we haven't gotten a day off in months."

He stared at your face with disbelief in his eyes. You emphasized your words by reaching for the waistband of your bikini bottoms, pulling them down as if it was the most natural thing in the world. 

“Fuck!” Spencer whined as he turned away from you. 

“That bad, huh? I always thought I looked alright naked,” you said while pretending to be offended.

“What? No! It’s not that, you’re very..,” he mumbled as he turned his head to look at you again, just to regret this decision instantly. “Ugh, sorry, I… I’m just uncomfortable.” 

“I would be too if I was the only one wearing clothes at a nude beach,” you snickered. 

You sat down beside him, studying his facial expression while he kept looking into the distance. You reached for your bikini, ready to put it back on when he still seemed uncomfortable around you. 

His sight followed your hand as it grabbed the piece of fabric before he asked, “What about adopting the customs of the place you’re visiting?”

“It’s okay, we can leave.” 

The initial shock of seeing you naked seemed to have worn off for now as Spencer dared to look at you again. “We can leave if you want to but I don’t want you to go just because I’m being a little… dramatic.” 

A rosy shade was covering his cheeks and you couldn’t tell if it was from the sun or from being embarrassed. 

“I really want to stay but I also don’t want you to spend the whole time being uncomfortable,” you confessed. 

Spencer smiled at you. He was sincere when he said, “I’m fine, I just needed a second to adjust. We can stay.” 

You got excited to be able to finally have your beach day and chirped, “So… are you taking your clothes off now or what?” 

With a dramatic sigh, Spencer asked, “Do I have a choice?”

“Not really. I swear I’ll behave and only look at your penis for a second.” 

“As long as you don’t laugh,” he joked. 

“No promises.” 

Your words made him laugh and you chimed in with your own giggles. When he finally started undressing, you understood how Spencer must have felt moments before when you took your clothes off. It was impossible for you to keep your eyes on him without having your whole face heat up.

You distracted yourself by putting on sunscreen but kept watching Spencer’s movements from the corners of your eyes. You realized that you had only seen him in button-down shirts and long pants before today and now he was sitting beside you, completely bare. You had to try really hard to not let your thoughts wander to all those impure things you often fantasized about alone at night. 

When you realized that you’d be needing help with putting sunscreen on your back, your eyes fell to his hands. You couldn’t stop your mind from racing to the thought of him touching so much more of your body. With a couple of deep breaths you managed to get your composure back and handed him the bottle. 

He instinctively reached for it before he realized what you were asking. 

You smiled at him when you wanted to know, “Could you please put some on my back?” 

“Wh..What?” 

You shifted your position until you were sitting in front of him so he could reach your back. He was hesitant to do what you were asking for. After a couple of seconds you finally felt his palms tentatively moving over your shoulders and back. He was carefully spreading the sunscreen over your skin and you savored every moment of feeling his fingertips against your body. Unfortunately it was over quicker than you would have liked. 

When he was done, you reached for the bottle again and offered, “I can put it on your back as well.” 

Spencer shook his head, “No, I’m good. I put on sunscreen back in the hotel.” 

You didn’t accept his answer and moved to kneel behind him while you said, "Please don't make me recite statistics about sunburns, that’s usually your job. There’s no way you’re able to reach own back."

Spencer considered his options for a second before telling you, “Fine, you can do it.” 

You took your time putting the lotion on his shoulders and back and noticed how tense he was. He was looking into the distance when you noted, "You seem distracted,”

"I just try to keep my mind occupied."

"You really need to learn how to relax a little," you snickered and began to massage his shoulders. 

To your surprise, he leaned into your touch while a sigh fell from his lips.  

Curious about what was going on in his head, you wondered, "So, what is it that currently occupies your brain?" 

"Baseball."

You felt like you were missing some context. Spencer wasn’t into sports, so you asked, "Why would you think about baseball?" 

Spencer took a deep breath before he mumbled, "I have heard other men claiming that it helps. It's not really working though." 

Suddenly you understood what he was implying. 

“Ah, the disadvantages of the male anatomy,” you snickered. “Okay now I really wanna know, who is it? Who got your attention?”

Spencer seemed confused about your question, almost as if it should have been obvious to you. You tried to follow his line of sight and landed on a gorgeous young woman in front of you. 

"That dark-haired woman over there has a really nice body. Is it her?" You wanted to know. 

Spencer closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, "Please stop."

His reaction made you laugh. “Oh it’s definitely her.” 

He turned his head to find your eyes. “Do you want to go into the water? Cooling off sounds like a good idea.”

Spencer got up from the blanket and reached out his hand for you.

Raising your eyebrows at him, you wondered, “I thought you hated the ocean?” 

With him standing in front of you with all the glory his body had to offer, you finally dared to actually look at him. It was only when you noticed his not-so-subtle erection that you realized that the both of you desperately needed to cool down. 

“That was longer than one second,” Spencer reminded you. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Sorry!” You chirped as you reached for his hand to get up as well. 

Spencer didn’t let go of your hand once you were on your feet, instead he kept pulling as he basically sprinted towards the water with you just two steps behind him. You couldn’t hold back your laughter at his odd behavior. Running was already unusual for him but heading towards the ocean? That wasn’t like Spencer at all. 

He didn’t let go of your hand nor stop once the cool liquid met your feet, quickly moving further into the water until it reached your neck. Your body didn’t get a chance to adjust to the temperature and you could feel how every cell of your body was on edge because of it. However, the erratic beating of your heart might have had a different cause. 

Even when you could barely stand, Spencer didn’t stop. 

“Spencer, you’re taller than me. I can’t go in further,” you laughed.

He turned his head to find your eyes and let go of your hand. It seemed like your words might have gotten him out of whatever spell he was under. That was until he stepped closer to you. With a smirk spreading over his cheeks he closed the distance between your bodies to wrap his arm around your waist. Before you realized what was happening, he had lifted your toes off the sandy ground of the ocean to carry you even further in. 

A surprised cry fell from your lips at the sensation and you instinctively clung your arms around his neck. Spencer didn’t stop until the beach was barely visible and the water almost reached his chin. Only when he stopped moving did you realize how close the two of you were. Your body was pressed into his side, skin on skin, and your face was close enough to his cheek that you were sure he could feel your breath against it. 

“Spencer, what are you doing?” You finally dared to ask. 

Before he could answer, an ocean wave came up from behind you, almost knocking the both of you over. Without thinking about it, you gripped his body even tighter and wrapped your legs around his hip while he buried his fingertips into your waist. The way you clung onto him must have resembled a spider monkey. This whole situation could have been adorably cute if it hadn’t been for the fact that the two of you were completely naked. 

After the wave had subsided and he seemed sure that he had you securely held against the side of his body, he finally mumbled, “I don’t like how they look at you.” 

“What?”

You leaned back slightly to be able to look at him but his sight was fixated in the direction of the beach. 

“The guy on the towel beside us. He looked at you and he wasn’t the only one.” 

A little confused, you reminded him, “So? You were looking at that woman.”

He turned his head to lock eyes with you. “No, I wasn’t.”

You heard his words but they didn’t make any sense at all. Before you could ask what he meant, he explained, “How could I even think of another woman when I’m with you.”

“You were thinking about me?” You muttered in disbelief. 

“And baseball,” he joked. 

It was almost impossible to wrap your mind around what Spencer was saying. Your lips parted several times to voice your thoughts but nothing came out. It was hard to believe that he might reciprocate your feelings, never before had he even implied that he was attracted to you. 

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment before he looked at you again. “It’s not just because you’re naked. It’s because it’s you… and you’re naked.” 

A few moments passed of the two of you just staring at each other. The gold of his irises was more intense than usual with the sun reflecting in them. It felt like you could drown in the comfort they provided but it was nothing compared to the sensation of his lips finally meeting yours.  

There was no way to tell who leaned in first but you were both eager to deepen the kiss within seconds. When his tongue met yours the heat the sun provided was nothing compared to the warmth spreading through your chest. You shifted your position until you were in front of him, your chest pressed against his and your legs wrapped tightly around his hips. His hardness was pressed firmly against your inner thigh when you felt it twitch against you. 

“God,” Spencer groaned against your lips, “I can’t believe this is happening in the middle of the ocean.” 

You leaned back to look at him as you purred, “Maybe we should get back to the hotel?” 

“Great idea,” he chuckled. “Let’s go.”

With a similar hurriedness as before, the two of you made your way back to the beach, drying off and putting on your clothes at record speed. When you arrived at the car, Spencer hesitated to get into the driver’s seat. 

You walked towards him and offered, “Do you want me to drive?” 

He shook his head and placed his hands on your hips. With more force than you had expected, he pushed you against the door of the car to kiss you feverishly. Your hand found the nape of his neck, grabbing a fistful of his hair to playfully pull on it. 

“Spencer,” you breathed against his lips, “We’ll never make it to the hotel like this.” 

“I need you right now,” he groaned. “I can’t wait.”

You pulled back to look at him. His pupils had almost completely swallowed the gold of his irises, staring at you like a man starved. There was no need to share words for you to know what he was suggesting. The van had tinted windows and it only took a few seconds to fold down the rear seats, making the trunk large enough for the two of you.

Spencer placed the blanket in the trunk to make it more comfortable (and less messy - this was a government vehicle after all) before you climbed inside to lie down beside him. His hands were on you immediately, almost ripping your shirt and shorts off as they greedily roamed over your skin. You were just as eager, your lips only ever leaving his to get rid of his clothes. 

When no more fabric was covering you, he took a moment to unabashedly look at your body and coo, “You’re so beautiful. I will never get enough of seeing you like this.” 

“Maybe we should go to nude beaches more often, then,” you teased him. 

One of his hands snuck down your body until they met your thighs, gently spreading them while he whispered, “I’d rather have you alone.” 

As his fingertips made contact with your slick folds, a moan fell from his lips. He softly kissed you while he started drawing circles around your little bud. 

“You’re so wet,” he purred. “Is that all for me?” 

A desperate “Yes,” fell from your lips between quiet mewls and whimpers. 

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he groaned when you began grinding your hips against his fingers. 

“I might have a hunch, actually,” you teased him as you reached down his body. 

A smirk spread over your face as your hand wrapped around his length. He felt hot and heavy in your palm as you began stroking him, his tip already leaking with desire when you brushed your thumb over it. His entire body trembled at the pleasure your touch provided, almost making him forget about his own mission to focus on you. 

“Fuck!” He groaned and you accelerated the pace of your hand. “Feels so good.” 

When he remembered about his hand between your legs, he continued showing his affection for you. His fingers found no resistance when they carefully began pressing into you, moving against your core until your arousal was dripping into his palm. 

“Please, Spencer,” you panted against his face when the pressure became almost overwhelming. 

“My sweet girl,” he cooed and slowed down the motions of his hand. “What do you need?” 

Everything was somehow too much and not enough at the same time but you were certain that you might dissolve if you didn’t feel his cock inside you anytime soon. 

“You. I need you, please,” you whined. “Fuck me.”

Hearing those words almost made him finish right then and there. He managed to keep his composure by gently moving your hand away from his erection. Once he was on top of you, he reached between your bodies to guide himself to your entrance. With a tilt of your hips and your legs wrapping around his body, you let him glide into you with ease. 

“You feel so good,” he praised you. “So good for me.”

The intense pressure he provided made you feel light-headed. Your walls clenched around him and were answered by him twitching inside you. His lips found yours at the same time he began moving, slowly pushing into you over and over again. There was no way to tell where his body ended and yours began as you melted into one another. 

When he accelerated his pace you began dancing along the brink of euphoria. Despite his weight on top of you it felt like you might begin floating at any moment now. You closed your eyes for a moment only to open them once again when Spencer slowed down. 

“Don’t stop,” you whimpered. 

His eyes were wide when he looked at you and muttered, “Sorry, I.. I’m so close.”

You began grinding your hips against his as you sighed, “Me, too.” 

That seemed to encourage him once more, moving against you harder than before. He watched you intently as you scrunched up your face and your breath staggered, desperate to finally find relief. With one particular hard thrust you fell over the edge, a loud moan escaping your lips as your body began to tremble. 

When Spencer felt your walls pulsing around him, he dared to let go himself, throbbing inside you as he shared his essence with you. When he had nothing left to give, he collapsed into your arms, his face buried into the crook of your neck. Once he had caught his breath again, he dared to separate your bodies to reach for some tissues in your bag to contain the mess of the shared evidence of your desire. 

When Spencer wiped some droplets of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand you realized how hot it had gotten inside the car. Both of you were in desperate need of a shower, so you decided to go back to the hotel right away. When you were on your way back, you reached out your hand to gently brush over Spencer’s fingertips on the steering wheel. 

“Thank you for coming with me today. And thanks for staying despite the surprise.”

He turned his head to smile at you and say, “I’d do just about anything for you. Besides, not all of today’s surprises were that bad.” 

Smirking at him, you teased, “We should skip the beach next time, though.” 

“I can’t argue with that.” 

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𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐎𝐮𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jason todd x gn!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the power goes out, and reader gets a visitor.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 883

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: not really. reader has a job, reader leaves a door unlocked.

𝐀/𝐍: idk how/why i wrote this but here it is

Your phone pressed between your shoulder and your tilted head, you type away at your computer. If this assignment isn’t finished by tomorrow, your boss is going to be at your throat.

“Did you hear me, Y/n?”

You blink. Had Jason said anything? You tear your eyes from your screen, looking outside the window. The rain is still pouring, a flash of lightning appearing every few minutes. You turn your attention back to your computer.

“No, sorry. Can you repeat what you said?”

“I said that you should probably take a break. I’m about to go to bed, and we both know that it’s not normal for me to sleep before you.”

You nibble at your bottom lip. You still have plenty of work to do. No way you can stop now.

“I don’t know, Jay. There’s still so much I need to cover.”

“Just take a break. You need to refresh your mind and breathe a little.”

Your eyes ghosted over what you have down, silently checking for typos and grammar mistakes. Seeing none, you check what else you need. Honestly, not much. Roughly two paragraphs of work, you should be finished in less than twenty minutes, with the editing and stuff you’ll need to do.

“I’ll almost finish soon anyways, no point.”

You could hear rustling on his end, like he was getting into bed. He sighs.

“Don’t overwork yourself.”

“I’m not going to. Besides-“

You’re cut off as the entire room goes dark. You gasp, tapping different buttons on the computer. You then stand and peak outside the window. The apartment complex across from yours also seems to have gone out of power.

“What happened?”

Your boyfriend’s voice comes through the phone. You hope up and try the light switch, groaning when it doesn’t work.

“The storm cut the power. Same with the people across the road.”

He hums in acknowledgement on the other line. You make quick work of finding your candle cabinet, placing them around the apartment before looking for your lighter. You stumble over your own feet on your way to the kitchen, thumping on your side.

“What was that?”

Jason’s voice cuts through, laced with concern. He always worried about you. Props of being a Wayne, you guessed.

“I can’t see, tripped on my own feet. I’m fine.”

You stand, getting back to the kitchen and searching the drawers.

“I��m coming over.”

You can hear more rustling on his end. You smile. Of course he is, you could’ve lost your favorite movie DVD and he’d be on his way. You hear a zipper. Probably his leather jacket.

“Alright. I’m just looking for my lighter so that I can light my candles and have light sources.”

Once you find your lighter, you make a small noise of triumph. As your neck starts to cramp, you grab your phone to put the call on speaker. Nothing happens when you tap the screen or when you press the power button. Oh, it died.

You sigh, exasperated. Such a night. You can’t finish your project for work, your phone dies so you can’t communicate with the world, you can feel your apartment grow more cold since the heaters off, and all of your candles are about to be used up. You hope Jason shows up soon, so that you don’t wait for long. Also so that he doesn’t get pneumonia, since he prefers riding his bike over his car.

Once all the candles are lighted, you make your way to your bedroom. You slip into a sweater and crawl under the duvet. You had unlocked your door, knowing you wouldn’t want to get up to open it for Jason. Hopefully it’ll actually be your boyfriend opening the door, rather than some random person.

He didn’t take long. You hear the door open, and soon footsteps tread through your apartment. They stop behind your bedroom door, which slowly opens to reveal a familiar face. You smile at him, and he smiles back.

“You shouldn’t leave the door unlocked.”

“I knew you were coming, and I didn’t feel like getting back up into the cold to open the door.”

He shakes his head, kicking off his shoes and taking off his jacket.

“It’s still dangerous, Y/n. What if it hadn’t been me?”

“I knew you would’ve beaten whoever came in, since you were on the way.”

He climbs into bed beside you, pulling you against his chest. He sighs, wishing you’d be more careful. You cuddle up to him, wanting to sap up his warmth.

“At least you can sleep now. You wouldn’t have if you still had access to your computer.”

You frown.

“My boss is gonna be so mad.”

“Well, it wasn’t your fault. Tell him the truth, your power went out.”

One of Jason’s hands curl into your hair, gently massaging your head. You sigh, melting against him.

“Fine.”

He smiles, pleased.

“Now sleep. I can tell you’re tired.”

You swallow, pressing your cheek against his chest. He was warmth in the cold. Your own little heater. Your eyes close, and he lets out a content sigh as he closes his eyes as well. He makes sure you fall asleep before he does, so that you don’t try getting up to do the work while he’s out cold. Hypocrite.

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Wintering (Original Story)

Just a silly little "Christmas" story I wrote for my creative writing class. The prompt was to imagine a group of people in a car arguing over what music to play. May or may not be based on personal experience (;

Songs included:

"Where Did You Sleep Last Night?" - Nirvana

"LUNCH" - Billie Eilish

"Wintering" - The 1975

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A five hour drive looms ahead of the women of the Carpenter family. December 23rd was cutting it close to visit Josh, the lone Carpenter son, but with work and school, it was the earliest day they could leave. The trip from Michigan to Ohio shouldn’t be too torturous, but with the holiday travelers braving the winter weather, one could never be too sure. That’s why the vibe inside their trusty 2014 Honda Odyssey must be good. 

Of course, the first step to a high vibrational level is good music. Unfortunately, that exact topic is what has since driven the vibe down to previously unseen levels.

“If you’re going to be in charge of the music you have to play songs we know!” Shouted the eldest sister, Mckenna, from the back row.

“Ugh! I’m sorry you guys just don’t appreciate music like I do… If you did, you would know this is Nirvana’s cover of ‘Where Did You Sleep Last Night?’ AKA the best cover ever.”

Perhaps the Carpenter’s first mistake was letting Skylar, the middle child, control the music for the beginning of the road trip. At 17, her so-called “appreciation” for music leaned on the pretentious side, always quick to judge her sibling’s music taste and insist that hers is the best.

“Why is he screaming? It’s hurting my ears,” said the matriarch of the Carpenter family, Susan. “Let me play my music, it’s more calming than this! I can’t focus on the road with this racket!”

“Nothing is calming about acapella Christmas music, Mom,” piped the youngest, Gabby, finally looking up from her crochet project.

“I agree,” said Skylar.

“Yeah, same… there’s only so much Pentatonix I can take before I want the car to crash.”

“Mckenna! Don’t say that! We just prayed over the car!”

And oops, Gayle, more affectionately known as Grammy to the other women in the car, had just done that. “Hopefully God can recognize hyperbole,” Mckenna thought to herself.

Thankfully, at that moment, Nirvana was replaced with a different song. Billie Eilish’s soft voice over a rolling bass line was easy enough to listen to, and a quiet finally settled over the car as “LUNCH” filled the silence.

But just like the saying goes, nothing good lasts forever, and soon the silence is broken by Grammy.

“Skylar, is she singing about lesbian sex?” Grammy asks in an astonished tone, her southern accent making the word “lesbian” sound more like “lesbean”. 

At Grammy's question, all hell breaks loose.

“And what if she is? What’s so wrong about that?”

“Skylar, I swear to God, hand me the aux cord right now.”

“Mckenna, do not use the Lord’s name in vain! How many times have we talked about this?”

“Has anyone seen my other crochet needle?...I had it in here somewhere…”

“Give. It. To. Me.”

“Stop it! You’re gonna break the cord!”

“Alright, alright, ENOUGH!”

At the use of Susan's Mom Voice, everyone stops speaking. Even Billie Eilish is silenced, Skylar finally having the wherewithal to pause the music.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” begins Susan. “Skylar is going to disconnect her phone and give the aux cord to Mckenna. Mckenna will play music for an hour. Then Grammy will get to choose the music for an hour, and then I will get to play my music for an hour. Understood?”

A chorus of “yes ma’ams” is said back. The Carpenter sisters know enough to not fight their mom on this one, especially since she’s the one driving.

And so it went: an hour of Mckenna’s choice, mostly musicals, followed by Grammy’s 80’s and 90’s worship music. In the final hour of their trip, Susan took control of the music, and to no one’s surprise, Pentatonix and other acapella Christmas music droned on. 

Finally, the city of Columbus appeared through the snowy haze, and a collective sigh of relief could be heard from the women. “Just a few more minutes,” Susan thought to herself.

“Wait, wait, wait! I have the perfect song for this moment!” Skylar yelled suddenly.

“Skylar, no, we’re almost there,” replied Susan.

“Aw, c’mon mom, we’re all sick of your music! Give her a chance!” said Gabby.

With a sigh, Susan acquiesces, handing the aux cord back to Skylar.

“I promise you’ll like it, just listen!”

“Wintering” by The 1975 starts playing over the speakers, and the women have to admit, the wordy verses and chaotic lyrics do match their situation quite well. And when the last chorus hits, the women in the van smile at the lyrics as Skylar sings along.

“Now stop the percussion, I wanna have a discussion

and it’s Christmas, so this is gonna be a nightmare

I just came for the stuffing, not to argue about nothing,

But mark my words, I’ll be home on the 23rd.”

And with that, the Carpenter women pull into a parking spot outside of Josh’s apartment complex. Previous fights are forgotten, lesbian sex be damned, and even the biting cold is welcoming. It’s December 23rd, and the nightmare that is Christmas looms ahead of the women of the Carpenter family, but they’ll worry about that later. Right now, they’re just happy to be together. 

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Video: Carjacker Tries To Take UFC Fighter’s Car, Pays For His Mistake

A crook was taught a tough lesson after he tried to steal someone’s car. Unfortunately for him, the vehicle belonged to a UFC fighter, who wasted no time making him pay for his big mistake — and it was all caught on video. When Jordan Williams, a UFC welterweight fighter, stopped at a gas station in Denver, Colorado, he thought it was safe to leave his car running in the parking lot while he ran inside the store to grab a drink. Unfortunately, a crook saw what Williams had done and thought it was a perfect opportunity for him to try to steal the vehicle. He would learn the hard way that he had made a big mistake. Captured on security camera footage, Williams is seen spotting the suspect getting into his car and attempting to drive away, but the suspect wouldn’t get far. “At first I couldn’t really believe it,” Williams told ESPN as he described the surprising moment he saw the crook trying to take his vehicle. “And then I was like, ‘Holy s**t, there’s someone really in my car.” Thanks to push-to-start technology, the car, although still running, was not drivable as long as the key was more than five feet from the vehicle. But, when Williams neared the car with his key, “the drive capability re-engaged and the perp began backing up,” according to The Blaze. The crook likely thought he was about to get away with the vehicle, but Williams had a much different plan in mind. “So, I run-up to the car, and I have a push-to-start car. So, if my keys aren’t within five feet of the car it won’t drive. As I started to run towards the car it started to slowly back up,” Williams recalled. “And man, the look this guy gave me on his face through the window was like, ‘Yeah, I got your car and this is happening.'” Unfortunately for the fool behind the wheel, he was about to learn otherwise. Rather than a successful carjacking, he got a tough lesson as he was schooled on just how big of a mistake he had made. Williams, seen in security camera footage sporting a fabulous fanny pack, whipped open the car door, grabbed hold of the guy and ripped him out of the car in no time at all. As he threw the man out of the vehicle and into the parking lot, Williams also appears to land a few quick punches, knees, and kicks, leaving the crook holding and then rubbing his head as he walks away in defeat. Making the encounter even better, Williams posted the footage, which has been described as a “brief but impactful lesson for the thief,” on Instagram for his fans’ enjoyment. It was later posted to the MMA Focus as well as other sports-related YouTube channels. Be forewarned, however, that in addition to displaying some violence, there is some brief foul language as well. “I opened the door, and it’s funny, the first thing I did was throw the stuff I bought on the passenger seat,” an amused Jordan Williams told ESPN. “And, then, I proceeded to punch the guy. After the first punch, he said, ‘OK, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.’ I was able to get some knees on him, as he was exiting out.” Although the guy seemed to learn his lesson, Williams said he wished he could have taught him a little bit more. “Wish I would of hit him with the trip after the clinch work when I tossed him out of the whip, and finish off with some ground and pound but I’ll settle with getting my car back,” he wrote in an Instagram post, featuring the security footage. “Also I know you see the stillness of that fannypack, fannyback game was on point this could be a commercial for them,” the UFC fighter joked, taking a jab at himself and proving he didn’t lose his sense of humor following the ordeal. Adding to the comedic mood, Williams ended the security video footage with an image of the guy’s hat, which he left behind in the scuffle, writing, “Forgot your hat?!” This clip is full of valuable lessons, not only for the crook, who learned that “if you’re going to steal someone’s car in broad daylight, make sure it does not belong to a man who makes his living beating people in the Octagon,” but also for other potential victims. If someone tries to steal your car and it has push-to-start technology, just step back and watch them flounder as the drive capability is disabled — that is unless you’re a UFC fighter with a whopping can of whoop-ass ready to go in your fanny pack. Read the full article

[tatoda]

Dinner || Pattinson!Batman x fem!reader

summary: your mom invites you and bruce to dinner but your mean, jealous, sister is there

pairing: pattinson!batman x fem!reader

warning: mention of sex, jealous sister, honestly idk let me know if there is anything

wc: 1.3k+

masterlist

kinda hate this lol. also wrote this thing halfway passing out so there are definitely mistakes

You tighten bruce’s tie around his neck as you both got ready for a family dinner at your house. Your mom informed you that your sister would be there. A side story is that every time she figured out you were in a relationship, she would ruin it at dinner. Every time you would walk in with your boyfriend and walk about with an ex. She would purposely do it too. She was jealous of you.

“you’re being a little too quiet.” bruce softly grabbed your hand and took it off his now very tight tie “what’s bothering you? is it your sister?” nodding your head he knew what you meant, you had told him all about her plans of the past boys you brought home and you didn’t want him to leave you too. “I promise you, with all my heart I will not be leaving you. not now, not ever.” brining his hand to tilt your chin he wanted to make sure you understood him “I love you, okay?”

“I love you too, I’m sorry. I’m just worried what tricks she may pull up her sleeve.” scooting closer to his warm body you toyed with his black suit jacket “just stay with me please.” he looked at you like with an unreal look

“I will always stay with you, y/n .” kissing you softly bruce held you close with one hand on your beck and the other still on your chin.

Arriving at your house bruce could see you shaking in the passenger seat. He kept a hand on your thigh as he drove feeling your nerves build up the closer you got to your childhood home. He tried to take your mind off of it but it just never seemed to work.

“ready sweetheart?” patting the hot skin his hand had been placed on you gave him a small nod. he opened your car door for you kissing the side of your head as you walked towards the front door.

Ringing the doorbell bruce kept a hand behind the small of your back to make sure you didn’t run away but to also let you know he was all in with you. The light in the hallway inside turned on and the sounds of the locks on the door started turning. Your mother's face was the first thing you both saw.

“honey!” your mom excitedly screamed before wrapping your arms around you and pulling back to look at your boyfriend “bruce, lovely to see you again.” he walked forward to hug her and she responded quickly

“you too Mrs. y/l/n.” they pulled back and your mother moved out of the way for you two to enter the house

“Dinner will be ready soon. y/n give him a tour.” she walked off and bruce saw how your shoulders slowly went down a little

“no worries I can give him a tour.” the voice made you freeze up in anger. your sister walked from around the corner of the dining room walking towards you and bruce “I’m faith.” she put her hand out to bruce and he just nodded at her. you saw the embarrassment flush over her face as she took her hand back

“I’m okay, y/n already offered.” taking your hand bruce led you into your home, he didn’t know where he was going until he somehow opened the laundry room door making you laugh

“maybe I should do the tour.” now guided him, you made it up the stairs to show him around before finishing downstairs. walking down an isolated hallway he could see pictures of you hung up with your mom and dad smiling. he didn’t notice when you opened your bedroom door and closed it behind y’all

“whoa.” stopping to look around he did a quick little spin seeing the tan color covering your walls as your room was very soft to the eye of whites, tans, and dark blues. “totally wished we met in high school.” you watched as he walked around your medium-sized room taking everything in

“why?” he turned toward you meeting in the middle of the room

“so I could sneak through your windows at night and do unspeakable things to you,” he whispered

“bruce!” hitting his chest he chuckled at the adorable facial expression you stared at him with

“worth a try.” looking down to stare at you he felt himself fall more in love with you as seconds went by each day. the love and compassion bruce felt was unspeakable, you always supported him and that was what made him fall in love with you in the first place.

“dinner!” your mom stopped the moment between the both of you. bruce took your hand and led you downstairs to the table.

Sitting down, bruce sat next to you while your sister was across from you, your mom next to your sister, and your dad at the head of the table. This was the moment your sister would try and ruin things and you knew it. Dinner started and your parents asked bruce how Alfred was doing, how business was, and if you both are up to anything this month. Before he could respond your sister punched in.

“We both know y/n hates planes, she would never travel even if her life depended on it. taking a bite of your chicken bruce turned towards the brat girl.

“actually, y/n rode with me in my plane the other day.” he smiled interlocked your hands under the table “she even flew it for a few minutes, laughed the whole time, I was honestly surprised.” your sister sat frozen in her seat

“that’s amazing y/n.” your father had said giving a polite nod to bruce

“did y/n ever tell you she was caught in the janitor's closet with a teacher?” your mother gasped staring at her youngest daughter

“faith! that’s enough.” the silverware fell onto the glass plate making an unpleasant sound

“she told me that too, he was a student teacher in college. if I remember.” you went to the same college as him and one day one thing led to another but you never talked to him again after that, it was the worst sex ever too

“ugh, she's such a brat mom.” you rolled your eyes not having said anything the whole dinner. bruce squeezed your hand making you smile at him “bruce what do you even see in her? she’s obviously with you for your money, how can you not see that?” you laughed this time making your sister stare at you “what?”

“really faith? every dinner? what is your problem? this is why I haven’t been around with bruce,because you ruin everything. did you know Bruce and I met at a book store? I didn’t even notice how he dressed or anything, but when he offered to reach for a book for me on a shelf we both figured out we liked the same books! we bounded over it with coffee even before I knew his name.” you shut your sister up while bruce sat back smirking at his girl stand up for herself “so no, I’m not using bruce for his money, I pay him rent, so why don’t you shut the hell up and stop being a dumb jealous bitch.” throwing your napkin down you stood up “I’m sorry.” you apologized to your family “we need to leave. I’ll talk to you, tomorrow mom.”

Bruce said his goodbyes as you waited by the front door. His familiar footsteps came toward you making you look up at him. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and walked both of you out of the house and to his car. As you got in bruce slipped off his suit jacket handing it to you. Cuddling into the scented fabric he closed the door not saying a word until he got into the car.

“hold shit I love it when you’re angry.” he smiled so proudly at you, as a big smile made its way on your face

“just get home, dork. maybe you can show me how much you love me then.” his eyes went wide scrambling to get his key out of the pants pockets putting then into the ignition

“yes ma’am.” taking off you couldn’t be happier with what has just happened. you walked out differently from the house, with a man’s arms wrapped around you keeping you safe from the dangers of your mean sister.

[angelst4re]

Jealous - Brian Wilcox X Fem! Reader

It’s never good to have an argument hours before going to a party...

contains: NSFW, lowkey toxic, brian being an asshole but whats new, alcohol, smoking, use of y/n, porn with no plot lol

author’s note: i haven’t wrote smut in years so sorry if this is bad.. this is my first time actually posting something like this on this app, i have been a wattpad girl most of my life but don’t worry. i have seen the light. i’m here now. [also i wanna add that this hasn’t been proof read! pls point out mistakes and i’ll make sure to change it]

“I don’t care, Brian. That was the money we were saving for our trip this summer!”

“I work two jobs i fucking hate right now, y/n, and what do you do? Huh? Nothing. All that money was mine anyway, maybe if you got a job you wouldn’t have to rely on me-”

“I don’t rely on you!”

“No, of course you don’t. So I guess you’ll be fine if I left then? Yeah? Seeing as I took the money to pay for this month’s rent.” He stood up from the bed, throwing a hoodie over his head, grabbed his car keys and stormed out of their shared home.

You knew you fucked up. You should tell Brian your sorry, but you knew that would only get to his head, he would tease you for it. Yet, you didn’t just want to wait it out incase he really did mean what he said. It was true, you do rely on him, but not in the way he meant. You were independent, you don’t need anyone else, but Brian had always been your comfort.

However, you weren’t going to let this ruin your night. It was Amber’s birthday after all! She’s the reason you and Brian are together- when you visited her at work one day he caught your eye, she told you a bit about him and here you are now, mid-argument.

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“Yeah, he got here like 20 minutes ago, when I saw he was alone I started to think maybe you weren’t coming.” Amber said, holding your hand as she directed you to her kitchen to get a drink, “So, what was it this time? Has he been smoking again?”

“No- I don’t think so- honestly, it was just something stupid. Anyway, I’m not going to let that ruin your party!” You began leaning on the kitchen counter when you spotted your boyfriend talking to a girl, she was very pretty. Suddenly you felt your heart drop as she touched his arm, laughing at something he had said. Also at the fact that he had a cigarette in his hand.

As much as you hated to admit it, your first instinct was to find a random guy and make him jealous. It was a good job you were wearing your hottest dress that barely covered your ass.

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“See, I told you I don’t rely on you” You grinned up at Brian as he grabbed your arm and pulled you off of some random guy’s lap.

“You’re such a fucking embarrassment.” Brian muttered, not even bothering to look at you as he pulled you along through Amber’s house. “I don’t show you any attention for five minutes and you start acting like a slut. I guess that’s all you’re good for, is it?”

The way he spoke to you left you rather flustered, an ache in your stomach spread down your body, you shouldn’t feel like this right now. He took you upstairs and you knew where this was going, and you were not complaining.

“Shit I think someone’s in there,” Brian said, putting his ear against a bedroom door.

“What about this one?” You ask, opening another door. It was Amber’s room.

“But-” Brian started, before sighing, shaking his head and following you into the room. He made sure the door was locked before pinning you up against it. He was quick to lean forwards, sloppily kissing you, his hand tangled into your hair as he pulled you closer, his other hand travelling up your thigh. “This what you wanted?”

You nodded pathetically, his grip on your hair didn’t allow your head to move much. When you gave him permission his fingertips grazed your clothed heat, you were practically throbbing. Wanting more.

“Please,” you whimper, your eyes screwed shut.

“Look at me,” you could tell by his voice that he had a smirk plastered on his face, as you opened your eyes your thoughts were confirmed. He kept eye contact as he slipped his hand into your panties. His thumb found you clit, teasing it and watching your expression change as he slipped his index and middle finger into you. “My pretty girl.” He smiled as his actions got quicker, rougher. His fingers curled as he pumped into you, he could feel you clench around him which only encouraged him to do more.

His spare hand reached for your chest, pulling your dress down enough for your tits to spill out. His kisses move down your neck until he reaches your chest, surely there will be some bruises left by the time you were both done.

“You’re close aren’t you?” He grinned, lifting his face to look at you, “you gonna show me how much of a whore you are, that you can cum from just this? In your best friend’s bedroom?”

Once again, all you can do is nod your head. The feeling in your heat becoming overwhelming when all of a sudden you feel his mouth replace his hand as he pushes your panties to the side. You’re gasping for air as your orgasm hits, your fingers tangled into Brian’s hair and he doesn’t stop. You tap him on the shoulder.

“Too much,” you whimper, “please, please.”

He obliges, standing back up and taking his fingers into his mouth, looking down at you before placing a kiss on your lips.

“I’m sorry,” he says, in a tone that was quite serious for this situation.

“What for?”

“Taking the money, I was going to put it back but-”

“Brian,” you stop him from rambling on, “don’t worry about it. You were right though, I should probably get a job.”

“Let’s not talk about that right now, okay love? It’s uh... getting late. I think maybe we should go home?” You know that look in his eyes

He wants to go home to finish what he started.

[thewritingginger]

It’s the middle of the week so heres an overdue post for your Wednesday.

I just quickly wrote this so mind any mistakes :)

Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairing: Levi Ackerman x GN! Reader Word count: 1.1k+ words Warnings: Modern AU, Business man Levi, Age gap, Fluffy & cheesy, Kinda shitty oops 

Enjoy ~

Erwin was a long time family friend that you’d known since you were little but had lost touch when you went off to college. Though when the news of you moving back reached him he asked you to meet up with him and a few of his coworkers, that’s when you met a man they called Levi Ackerman.

You sat across the table from him, mostly spent admiring him from the corner of your eye as you pretended to listen to the others' conversations. He was older than you, like the others, but you couldn’t help but be attracted to him. Although he was short in stature he possessed this energy that you couldn’t quite place and being a man of few words only added to the mystery that was around him.

Since then, joining their group on outings has become a regular thing. Each time you tried getting the stone faced man’s attention and when you captured it for a few words you found yourself a bit stunned under his steely gaze. His voice was low with a rasp that vibrated through you. Soon enough you two found yourselves in eachothers company, away from the others, and after a few times talking he asked you out on a date.

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It’s Saturday afternoon and you’re meeting Levi at a little tea shop you mentioned when he shared his liking for tea. The street that the shop is on is full of people working and window shopping. You see the sign that hangs above the door up ahead and then through the crowd you spot the raven hair of your date waiting for you. Picking up the pace he turns and you’re greeted with a warm smile, it was small but it still managed to make the butterflies in your belly flutter.

“Hey.” You smile back, giving him a quick greeting hug. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“It’s no problem, just glad you made it.” He says, holding the door open for you. You sigh in relief of the warmth and inviting smell of spices and baked goods on the inside.

Finding a table in the back of the small shop you sit across from each other.

“So- how’s work been?” You ask, not knowing where to start. This is the first time you’ve been truly alone with him and you’re a bit nervous to say the least.

“It’s been good. However, instead of talking about my boring job, I was hoping  to learn more about you, Y/n.” His low voice, rich and mellow, melts over you making you flustered.

“Oh, well there isn’t much to say. As you know I’m a college student and I just recently moved back to finish up my degree at home. But I guess something you don’t know is-.”

You continue to talk back and forth for the next couple hours. After ordering some tea and a few treats you swapped stories and tidbits of information about each other's lives. Laughing and smiling with moments of just looking at each other from across the table over the rims of your cups, it’s safe to say this date is making your stomach do somersaults in the best way.

Wrapping up the date, Levi insisted on paying even though you tried to fight it. Now outside the shop you were about to start saying your goodbyes.

“Let me walk you to your car.” He offers.

“Oh no, that’s okay. I took the bus anyway.”

“Then let me drive you home, I want to make sure you get there safely.” You think about his offer and decide to accept it. You’ve met him a handful of times and Erwin trusts him so you felt safe enough to take him up on it.

“Great. I’m parked in a lot a few blocks down.”

Following him, side by side your hands brush against each other a few times before he tentatively wraps his larger hand around yours. Smiling to yourself you’re about to break the comfortable silence between you till you feel a few drops of water hit your face. Looking up you see it’s beginning to rain and it didn’t take long for it to begin pouring.

The two of you make a mad dash to his car. You laugh at Levi as you see him hike the back of his jacket over his head to attempt shielding himself from the downpour but it’s no use, your hood is already soaked through.

Pulling his keys out he unlocks his car and opens your door for you to duck into. When he shuts his door you’re still laughing.

“You look like a wet dog.”

“You’re one to talk.” He retorts back with a toothy grin, you admire him a moment as he combs his wet hair back. Even completely soaked from head to toe he still managed to look so handsome and distinguished.

“Sorry for getting your seats wet.” You say, warming your hands in front of the vents he turned on.

“Don’t worry about it. Here, put this on.” He reaches back and pulls out a coat he had in the back.

“Now where was this when you needed it?” You tease.

“Well, to be fair, I didn’t think I’d need it.” He puts the car in drive and begins down the street.

Doing as he said, you stripped yourself of your wet jacket and shouldered on the dry one he gave you. Pulling the collar up to warm your nose you can’t help but breathe in, letting the smell of his cologne and natural musk fill your senses. You relax further into the leather seats as you give directions to your home.

The car ride was comfortable and it’s safe to say you really like Levi and you hope he does too.

Pulling to stop, the engine still running, Levi unbuckles his seat belt as you do. You watch him walk around the front of the car to your door and open it for you again. The rain has let up a bit but is still coming down. Taking the hand he extended to you he helps you out and walks you up the steps to your front door.

“Thanks again.” “Like I said, it was no problem.” He smiles.

“Oh! Your jacket.” You go to take it off but he stops you. “Keep it. It looks good on you and besides it’ll give me a reason to see you again.”

“I’d like that.” You smile, lightly biting your lower lip with schoolgirl happiness.

As you were saying your final goodbyes you stop him before he can take the first step off your porch.

“Levi-.” He turns just when you cup his face and place a small kiss on his cheek. “I had a lot of fun today.” If you weren’t mistakened you’d think that you might have seen a slight blush dust across the short man’s face.

“I did too.”

This was really short and maybe a bit rushed but I hope you liked it anyway 

Feedback and interaction is always appreciated :3

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[murphysmarchand]

The Good, the Bad, and the Todd (prologue)

part of the odd squad forever fan fic series

Sypnosis: Otis makes an encounter with a long lost acquaintance while on his way home.

A/N: Hi! I figured I’d make Todd’s debut story , so I wrote this. This is just the prologue, so the actual storyline for this episode will come out sooner or later. Enjoy! And please like, reblog or share when you’re finished reading! <3 Also Todd’s character is fractionally inspired by Saul Goodman. Just thought i’d say that. Also content warning, this prologue is PG-13. it includes language some might deem “inappropriate”.

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It had been a very long and productive day at work, and Otis had not too long ago clocked out. He had said his goodbyes and good nights to his co-workers, before departing.

When he reached his car, he dug in his pocket for his car keys. He fumbled with them, trying to find the one to unlock his car. The blue eyed blondie actually ended up dropping his keys because he was searching too quick. Otis never liked dark spaces, as nothing good ever occurs in them.

*clack*

“Shoot. Sweaty hands today, I guess.” Otis said to himself, bending over to pick them up. As if on cue, when he pressed the button to unlock his car, a stray soda can fell onto the concrete. The noise startled Otis, and made him paranoid. His eyes darted around, and his fight or flight sense kicked in.

“Hello…?” Otis said. He looked around. Complete and utter darkness. Someone could be hiding in the shadows, getting ready to strike the vulnerable Otis. Or it could just be a raccoon or something.

Just then, another clank was heard, coming from near the garage elevator. Otis went to investigate the noise and tiptoed quietly towards it, doing his best to make minimal noise. He hid behind a stone column adjacent to the elevator so he could get a peek at what or who was making noise. Otis peeked from behind the column…

it was a raccoon, messing with a soda can.

Otis sighed in relief. ‘Just a raccoon,” he thought. When he turned around to head back to his car, his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

Someone was staring right at him, and they weren’t much more than 3 feet away.

“AHHHHH! WHATTHEF—“

“Shhh…calm down.” The figure assured Otis before they stepped out into the flickering garage light…

The man had a familiar look to him…

there was a tuft of white hair in the front, while the rest of it was black. A part of his eyebrow was white… the whole shtick reminded Otis of a skunk.

No.

No way.

God no.

The mysterious garage lurker was none other than Odd Squad’s former enemy…

which they called Odd Todd.

“Odd Todd???” Otis yelled in shock.

“Dude stop yelling.”

“...”

“By the way, it’s just Todd. Todd Schwartz, Attorney. Sort of.” He said proudly, shaking Otis’s hand and giving him his business card. The blonde boy looked at the card, eyes widening in disbelief. “Uh…why are you here? I don’t need an ‘attorney…sort of…’” Otis commented, mocking Todd’s “attorney sort of”.

“Sure ya do! I mean, everyone gets into sticky situations that need settled or fixed eventually, right?” Todd said, grinning at Otis. Todd’s teeth shined in the dim garage light, his noticeably sharp canine teeth seeming to give off an ominous glow.

“No…no they don’t…”

“Come on, duck boy!” Todd said, ruffling up Otis’s blonde hair. It now stood up on its ends and made him look like he just got out of bed. “I also am good at making deals with the common folk.”

“I’m sorry, Todd. I’m not interested in whatever you’ve got going on. Besides, ever since I confessed to everyone in that courtroom on that stressful day, I’ve tried my hardest to be a…decent…ish… person. It’s not only that, but I don’t want to break Olympia or anyone I care about ever again. I had made that promise to myself shortly after Ms. O’s departure from the precinct years ago. I just can’t afford it.” Otis walked away from Todd, hands in his pockets. “I know I can’t change the past. All I can do is learn from it, not make the same mistakes again, and keep my hands somewhat clean.”

Todd hurriedly followed Otis, still attempting to change his mind and get on his good side. In all reality, he just wanted an excuse to “work” with him. “It won’t be anything bad, I swear! I can be, like, your plug, your ‘know it all’ guy!”

“what the hell are you going on about?!?” Otis yelled at Todd once again.

Todd quietly shushed the agitated blonde, trying to get him to calm down. “I mean I can help you, whenever you need something out of the ordinary, or when you need something that regular people find suspicious or concerning, that’s where I come in!”

“I don’t need your help.” Otis growled. “Now can you please quit following me? I’m trying to go home because I’ve had a long day. Move before I report you for harassment.” Todd then ceased to follow Otis, standing under the dim garage lamp, which flickered for a bit. “You’re gonna need me sooner or later, man. Everyone does eventually.” Todd called out to Otis.

“Yeah like that’ll happen,” Otis muttered to himself before entering his car and turning the engine. He threw the business card that Todd gave him into the passenger seat next to him carelessly.

For the duration of the whole ride home, and even when he got home and readied for bed, Otis tried to clear Todd out of his mind and honestly, he was gonna pretend the whole “conversation” didn’t occur.

Because the last thing he wanted was any kind of trouble.

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[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Okay so this is impossible not to request with Father Luc 🌟 but I would actually love to see a quick moment of Flora going to midnight mass despite being sick because she wants to see Father Luc in that robe and him noticing her fever because am I misremembering or does that blessing involve the priest touching people’s foreheads?? (I’m not catholic sorry lol) and this unspoken moment where he’s a little tripped up by it but there’s a line of people so he can only say it with a look, but then slightly later approaching her like hey I think you might have a fever 🥺

Title: Cheer My Wearied Spirit

Words: 1853

Note: Thank you for the request, my friend! I love the reversal here from the other Father Luc thing I just wrote. A lot of it felt similar to the previous father luc fic, but it was essentially the same setting (just different years) so I suppose that is to be expected. I am still planning to write the day 2 follow up to the original father luc fic! Over the holidays I will have quite a lot of down time and hope to do a lot of writing over those two weeks or so, and that follow up is top of the list 

It seemed she had just shut her eyes when the alarm telling her to start preparing for mass began to scream in her ear. Flora groaned as she reached out to shut it off. She didn't feel well. If anything she felt worse than she had before she fell asleep, which was obviously the opposite effect she had been hoping for. She nearly rolled over and went back to sleep. Since she was evidently going to be sick for Christmas, she was sure her parents would excuse her from midnight mass if she asked. 

However, the image of the hot, young priest who had recently been called to her parents' church flooded her mind. She hadn't been able to forget his beautiful smile in the intervening six months since she'd met him over the summer, and she'd be darned if she missed her chance to see it in person tonight. For one thing, she needed to confirm if he was really as handsome as she remembered. She had fruitlessly googled him and scoured the woefully out of date church website to no avail. She needed to see him again for herself.

Every joint ached and her head throbbed as she got out of bed and began to dress. As a precaution she also took her own temperature. She was desperate, but she wasn't stupid. If she had a high fever, then of course she couldn't go. However, the reading wasn't even over 100 degrees. The show would go on. She put on her best "I'm not sick" face for her parents when she emerged, and they didn't seem to suspect anything as they got their coats on and loaded into the car. 

The little church was packed when they arrived, and more people streamed in every second. The three of them were just barely able to squeeze into a pew while most of the other latecomers were relegated to folding chairs. They had hardly removed their coats when the organ began to belt out the opening chords to the first hymn. Everyone rose as one without being told, drew a collective breath, and began to sing their hearts out, with grinning and good cheer all around. 

However, Flora wasn't paying much attention to anyone except the man in the robe who had just taken his place at the front of the church. He, too, was grinning as he picked up a hymnal and began to sing along, his face rosy and fresh and his eyes perfectly set off by the royal blue of his stole. Corny as it was, the most fitting comparison that came to her mind in the candlelit room was that of an angel. 

"Damn," Flora sighed to herself. "He really is that beautiful."

The service was the same as it had been every year of her life. Usually she loved the comforting familiarity, but tonight there was a thrumming undertone that she couldn't quite place, except that it intensified whenever Father Luc looked her way. It would have been deliciously exciting if she hadn't been feeling so gross. 

Ten minutes into the service and she began to wonder if coming had been a mistake. She immediately began to overheat, squeezed between her parents as she was, and the air felt thick even in the sanctuary, with its soaring ceiling and dozens of windows. Her head was throbbing before the end of the first hymn, which she couldn't sing along with anyway since her throat felt as if she'd swallowed glass. While her eyes followed the priest's every move, her sluggish thoughts couldn't actually follow what he was saying. She swallowed yawn after yawn, and soon she found herself thinking about her bed more than anything else.

She was in such a fog by the end of the service that she didn't realize it was almost time for communion until Father Luc began to prepare the host. She shook herself out of her stupor as much as she could and readied herself to be inches away from the hot priest. 

She hadn't been to confession in months so she didn't plan to partake of communion (not to mention the idea of knowingly sharing a cup with the rest of the congregation while she was ill made her shudder), but she wasn't going to miss out on the chance to be blessed by him, so when her parents rose she did the same, and the three of them walked to the front when their turn came. 

She moved down the line, lulled into peace by the familiarity of the sacrament and the lovely piano piece being performed. She didn't realize it was her turn until she was shocked into awareness when Father Luc made eye contact with her, his eyes warm and bright. She wordlessly indicated that she did not wish to partake in the sacrament, mesmerized by his deep blue eyes. With a warm smile he laid his hand on her head and began to murmur a blessing, according to tradition. However, she was startled when the smile faltered as his skin made contact with hers, and for a moment she thought he was going to draw his hand back, blessedly cool as it was. He did not, but blessed her as usual, though his gaze probed hers and a strange expression tugged his eyebrows toward the center–was it worry, perhaps?

She was unable to discern the meaning of his behavior before she was pushed along by the queue behind her. She made her way back to her seat in a haze of confusion and sickness, clamping her lips shut against a cough as she sat back down. She didn't have much time to dwell on the strange interaction before the service drew to an end. A little more talking, a little more chanting, and then the introduction to "Silent Night" could be heard as the lights were dimmed and candles were handed down the rows and lit. Soon Father Luc was only visible from the chin up, the candle he held casting strange shadows on his face as he sang, yet Flora still couldn't keep her eyes off him. She wished she could talk to him–say something funny or witty or memorable, in the hope that she would stick in his mind just as he had stuck in hers. 

When the service ended, the congregation began to file out of the pews to meet the priest who greeted them as they exited the sanctuary as always. Once again Flora was electrified as she made eye contact with him, and he froze for a split second too. Her parents quickly drew his attention, seemingly not realizing what had transpired between them. They clasped his hand, thanked him for the service, and presented her for an introduction. 

"This is our daughter, Flora. She's home from nursing school for the holiday break," her mother said. "I think you met her once before over the summer."

"I believe you're right. It's a pleasure to see you again, Flora," he said, holding out his hand to shake. 

Flora mirrored the gesture breathlessly,  attempting a smile. "Same to you, Father," she said. 

Once again, the handsome smile flickered when they touched. This time his hand felt roastingly warm while she had started to shiver in the line to get out the door. 

He opened his mouth, hesitated for a split second, then seemed to change his mind about what he was going to say. "I hope you are well this evening," he said, his eyes probing hers again. 

She nodded and smiled as she was supposed to, then moved along so the next people could greet him. If only he knew, she thought to herself, that she was the opposite of well. And yet she thought he might suspect the state of her health. Why else would he look at her so closely? And use that particular phrase? 

Her parents were always some of the last people to leave any church service. This had been the case her entire life. Their families had been attending this church for generations, so they knew everyone here, and if they didn't know them then they made it their mission to get to know them. Usually Flora didn't mind, but tonight she certainly did. She hovered by the door closest to their car, holding the door for everyone else lucky enough to be leaving and mentally imploring her folks to hurry up just this once. 

However, her patience was rewarded in an unexpected way. Out of nowhere, Father Luc appeared and headed right for her as if he'd been searching for her. He had removed his robe and was wearing a royal blue sweater, the same color the stole had been, over a striped collared shirt and tie, looking very dashing indeed. Flora's heart fluttered as he drew near. 

"Flora, I was hoping I would catch you before you left," he said, stopping only inches away. "I wanted to make sure you were okay. This will probably sound strange, but when you were receiving the blessing, I thought your face seemed very warm. I think you might have a fever. I just wanted to let you know so you could check when you get home."

Flora flushed immediately, fever notwithstanding. "I think you're probably right. I wasn't feeling the best this evening, but I really wanted to make it to mass. I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have come tonight."

"Oh no, that's not… it's a blessing to have you with us tonight and I wasn't trying to say otherwise. I just wanted to make sure you're taken care of. No one likes being sick on Christmas." 

She flushed even brighter. "Thank you, Father. I have everything I need back at my parents." 

"I'm glad," he said earnestly. "And while I am excited to gather with the congregation again for Christmas Day, under the circumstances I'll say that I hope I DON'T see you tomorrow!... Unless you make a miraculous recovery of course. And if the Lord chooses to work such a miracle, all the better! But… I guess you understand what I'm getting at," he stammered, his face red now as well. 

She giggled a tiny bit, his nervous rambling somehow cuter to her than anything else he could have said, and also serving to put her at ease. "I do. I promise I'll stay home tomorrow if I'm still sick. I appreciate you checking on me."

"Certainly, and I hope you feel better soon. Take care, Flora." He turned and walked away, both of them still red-faced.

He had hardly turned the corner when her parents emerged at last, and Flora avoided their eyes, lest they notice anything amiss. She ushered them through the door with pleas to head home to bed, not needing to exaggerate the fatigue she felt. She wouldn't tell them she was sick tonight. They would only fuss and blame themselves for bringing her out in the cold weather. There would be plenty of time to be fussed over through the rest of this holiday break. Instead, she let silence reign during the drive home, smiling to herself as she imagined his cool hand on her face over and over again. 

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ scenario: meeting dick's ex girlfriend and it going awkwardly well

♡ characters: jason todd ( red hood ) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i'm sorry but have yall seen that comparison of Jason Todd from Titans to the comics that the DC Titans twit made? bc every time i look at it, it takes me out. my twitter groupchat have slaughtering it all night :').

you in Dick's apartment, fiddling with a few of his weapons as he sternly told you to put it down before you hurt yourself. you, clearly not bothering to listen, continued to fiddle with the batarang as it managed to hit you on the nose. in between Dick's laugh, he wheezed out an 'I told you so'.

"fuck off, when are we going to your dad's place?" you asked, "I want to get back home before we get back to our apartments later than we already are," you mumbled, getting up and grabbing your keys.

Dick ushered you out the door, murmuring that he'd buy you a coffee on the way to Gotham as compensation for helping his family out. you were Dick's ex girlfriend and although the two of you ended on friendly terms, you managed to know his families secret and thus, you decided to help Dick out with his hero work in Bludhaven.

the two of you had realized a while into the relationship that neither of you were really into each other romantically. it felt a bit forced with the kisses and dates and a part of you saw the way Dick felt about his ex still. you weren't mad at the way he felt about Barbara but you could tell that he still had feelings for her and you didn't want him to deny his true feelings for her anymore.

both of you hopped into your car and made your way over to his father's place. you had met Bruce a while back when you were dating Dick and by extension, you had met Dick's younger brother Damian. he was still a bit of a prick to you every time you met him but Dick had told you that Damian was just that way with everyone. you had a few interactions with Duke and Cassie from time to time but it was only when they stopped by. the only two you had yet to meet were Dick's two younger brothers, Tim and Jason.

you had heard stories about them it wasn't anything too crazy. all you knew was that Tim was a bit on the shyer side and Jason was the one with the crazy backstory. they hadn't told you everything about Jason but you did know that Jason was dead at one point and managed to come back. how? you didn't know and frankly, you didn't want to know. knowing that this world was filled with superheroes from out of this world and held supernatural abilities was enough for you.

by the time you arrived to Bruce's place, you had Dick take in your back pack as you sipped away on the Starbucks he had bought for you. Dick entered through the batcave, waving a hello to everyone as you saw Damian and gave the little gremlin a smirk before chasing him for a hug.

"get away from me you peasant," Damian screamed, grabbing his blade and pointing it at you. you laughed, sitting down on his chair, "aww, and to think I thought you'd be happy to see me!" you giggled, taking your laptop out of your bag with a few other things.

you noticed that there was another person in the room that you hadn't familiarized yourself with and got up, "hi, I'm ( your name ), Dick's work partner," you said, stretching your hand out for him, "and the pain in my ass." you rolled your eyes as the man chuckled, "I'm Jason," he replied. his voice alone made the hair on your arms raise in goosebumps as you found his voice extremely attractive, "pleasure," you responded, trying not to sound nervous.

Dick wasn't the smartest of all brothers, clearly but it didn't exactly take an idiot to see the way you immediately acted around Jason. he noticed the way you pulled yourself back a bit as Jason stood up to give you a proper hello. when he first met you, you were instantly the confident person you always were but this time, you were pulling yourself back a bit.

"so, how did you meet Dick?" Jason asked. you laughed, "we're partners at work and I even dated the asshole for a while," Dick whipped his head around as you heard Damian hollering from laughter, "I'm right here!" he exclaimed. you rolled your playfully, "please, I heard the way you talk about me to Barbara," you pressed, making Dick slump down in his seat in shame.

Jason laughed at the way you managed to make Dick fall back. he had never seen someone do that to him before and frankly, he kind of liked the way you poked at Dick a bit. everyone knew he was the easiest target to mess with but it seemed as though you were professional at it, just like Damian was.

"so, who are the ones on patrol tonight?" Bruce asked, getting up. Damian and Dick raised their hands as they all looked to Jason, "you're still hurt from your previous run in so you will be sitting this one out Master Jason," Alfred spoke up. you saw the way Jason wanted to argue but Alfred gave him the 'you better not try it' look.

"you can stay with her," Dick offered, slipping into his suit, "she's helping out with communication tonight since Tim is off doing work with the Titans." you gave Jason a wave of encouragement as he agreed, not as excited as you thought he'd be. you shrugged it off, waving everyone off with a 'be careful' lecture.

the batcave went silent as Alfred had offered to bring the both of you coffee for the long night. you were sitting across from Jason, your legs crossed as you slipped in your headphone into one ear to make sure you could hear what Damian, Dick, and Bruce were saying clearly. you cracked your neck, trying to make it unstiff as you gave the three of them their coordinates of where they were to meet if they all separated....which was the first thing they did.

"so, why did you and Dick break up?" Jason asked suddenly. you lifted your head up, "oh, we just realized we were better off as friends," you replied, "everything felt kind of forced and a bit weird so we figured it was best to just be friends before it got any weirder."

Jason nodded, smiling underneath his stoic face. he knew he wanted to make a move on you but realized it was a slimey thing to do so quick. he hadn't known the real reason to the break up but figured since you were still friends with Dick, it clearly meant that there were no hard feelings, especially when Dick was trying his time again with Barbara.

the two of you remained silent, sipping away on water and coffee. a few yawns crossed your face as you tried to keep yourself awake. this wasn't the first time Dick had you doing this but you hadn't went strictly from work to Dick's place and didn't get the chance to take a nap before leaving. Jason saw the way you were fighting off your sleep and chuckled.

"tired?" he asked. you nodded slowly, "long day and an even longer day tomorrow," you replied. you saw your phone ping up with text messages as you let out a groan of annoyance, "something wrong?" Jason asked, seeing the way messages came in left and right.

you flipped the phone over, "it's dumb. some guy I was seeing hasn't stopped messaging me ever since I gave him my number and even when I told him I wasn't interested, he still kept going," you confessed, wanting nothing more than to chuck your phone against the wall to make it stop.

Jason thought for a moment. he could play this one of two ways. one: trying to give you mature, adult advice or two: being the petty teenager he used to once be. "wanna try to get him back?" he asked, quickly checking the communicators and cameras to make sure everything was still okay. you nodded your head a bit slowly, not knowing what he was hinting at.

Jason grabbed your phone, quickly taking a photo before writing a few thing down and sending it. your eyes widened, seeing what he wrote out.

"might wanna stop texting the girl who has no interest in you."

you gave Jason a look as he laughed, "what?" he asked, going back to the cameras and communicators. after a while, you got a message that they were heading back to the cave as others took their place. you clapped in tired happiness as you shut the computers down and put every thing into your bad so you and Dick could head out as quickly as possible.

"leaving already?" Jason poked playfully. you smiled, "I have work in the morning and I doubt you'd want to spend anymore time with me," you joked back. Jason grabbed your phone again, this time putting his number into your phone before shooting himself a message.

"you couldn't even wait a day?" Dick said as he got out of the batmobile. you shrugged playfully, "what can I say? your brother is hot," you responded, waving your phone with his number in it. Jason choked on his spit as Damian gagged, "gross, keep that shit to yourself," Damian yelled, slamming the door of the batcave as he made his way to his room.

you gave Jason a wink goodbye before getting into Dick's car.

"see ya soon sweetheart."

[jenosdaemi]

sweet in bitterness | hendery

g: fluff, crack | p: hendery x reader | wc: 598 | tw: hendery and reader being a little judgmental lol, language, pda

AN: A short birthday special for Hendery!!!

After a 16 hour shift from your work all you could think of is sitting down and giving your feet a rest. Being a nurse, requires you to stand, walk and even run all day. You love your job, but it doesn't mean you're going to deny how fucking tiring it is.

Out of all days, your cheap old car could break down, it chose to be today. You're at the train station waiting for it to arrive. The information screen says it will come in 5 minutes. It sounded quick but to you, it felt like waiting another 16 hours to take a rest.

“5 fucking minutes.” Someone mumbled just beside you. Clearly, you're not the only one who is impatient. He saw you looking at him, “I'm sorry. Excuse my french.” You only gave him a timid smile.

Not long later the train arrived and you quickly hopped on it and sat on one of many vacant seats. The man from outside sat in front of you and you once again gave him a timid smile, this time he gave it back with a nod.

The quiet train was interrupted by loud giggling. A couple just walked in- well they waddled their way into the train. Why on earth was the guy back hugging his girlfriend when riding a train is a mind fucking question to you.

They sat just beside you and if there is a superlative term to PDA, that would be them. They haven't even settled yet when the guy pulled his girlfriend on his lap and whispered in her ear making her giggle flirty.

You couldn't help but make a face to yourself. Funnily, the man in front of you is mirroring the same expression painted on your face. Both of you saw each other at the same time and shared a genuine and mischievous smile.

It's not that you're bitter or against kinship, but there are things that don't need to be seen by anybody else. There are things that make other people extremely uncomfortable. And once again, you're clearly not the only one who is uncomfortable. You and the gentleman in front of you constantly give each other a glance and silent laughs throughout the train ride.

10 stations after, it's finally your destination. You hooked your backpack on your shoulder and stood up to walk to the nearest door. The train stopped and the doors opened. Walking out, there's a weight on your chest that wants to stay longer and make fun of the couple on the train with the guy in front of you, but a part of you is reasonable enough to remind yourself that it's only fun while it lasted.

You were about to walk out of the station when someone pushed the door for you. You looked up to thank him and saw the same man in the train, giving you the best smile you've ever seen. Seeing him up close makes you realize that he is more than handsome- he is fucking gorgeous.

“Thank you.” You said, giving back the same smile and went out of the door, wishing for him to talk more so you could make a decent conversation.

“You're very much welcome. I'm Hendery by the way.” He told you and you saw his hopeful but nervous eyes, waiting for you to say your name.

“I’m Y/N. Will Hendery take me out to grab some tea?”

His smile widened and his nervousness disappeared, “Only if it's okay with Y/N.”

“She said she would love to.”

there’s a lot of typos here that i didn’t notice when i first uploaded this. i wrote it during my break at work so forgive me if you’re one of the few that read the mistakes lol

[gaypeople4itzy]

Snow 

Pairing : Ha Sooyoung x reader

Requested ? Yes !

Genre : fluffy fluff <3

Word count : 2,1k

Warnings : mentions of food, exhaustion 

Disclaimer : might have some mistakes :((

Credits for the vids -> jichuutea on ytb

(Made the gifs myself)

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Hi hi hi !! I started working on requests again, this was actually based off a fic I wrote for one of my good friend’s birthday ! I’m so sorry it took me so long to answer this, but hopefully, it’s enjoyable for you :)

Who isn’t a sucker for fluffy fluff from time to time huh ?

The couch

First place you went to after arriving in your quiet apartment, not even bothering to check your phone for any new messages or your surroundings, you had one thought in mind, and that was to lay down, close your eyes and forget about this exhausting day

Inherently, it wasn’t that bad, from an outside point of view, people could call this a normal work shift, yet you felt especially drained, strangely it felt like something was off, things weren’t going the way they should be, something was missing, however, you weren’t able to put your finger right on it 

You could’ve sat there and spend time questioning yourself but the urge of falling asleep and finally get the rest you deserved since the very second you stepped into your work place, your thoughts were empty, the environment getting a bit foggy, you walked in your living room and fell right there, on the couch, no idea when you would wake up, it didn’t even bother you if you were to be honest, “later would come later” was your last thought before drifting to sleep

Sooyoung knew you were forgetful, that was what she first thought when she stepped inside your shared place and found you all curled up, not even changed nor in bed, she would’ve loved to stay there and stare at your cute little expressions in adoration yet as much as she hated to disturb your peaceful sleep, she knew she had to wake you up, something important was waiting for you

She had been anticipating this for a few weeks, Sooyoung is a caring girlfriend, always willing to do the most for her lover, even if it’s hard for her to admit it, there’s not a single thing in the world she wouldn’t do for you. She had been planning this for a long while, she just wanted to make you feel as loved as she could

She would’ve loved to spend the day in bed with you, but she knew, as soon as she woke up, that you were gone already, in a way yes she did feel sad, but on the other hand, as much as she missed the warm sensation of you in her arms, she was glad she had time to prepare everything for when you would come back

She had texted you a few cute little notes throughout the day, you hadn’t answered as you were too concerned with your boss and clients making tons of complains about your company, but she was simply happy to give you the love she thought you deserved. She cherished you so much, she was sad to see you exhausted on a day you were supposed to celebrate, however, she had thought of this before anything else, to avoid dragging out somewhere you wouldn’t like to be at on your special day

You both didn’t like going out much, she would’ve taken you out on a romantic date but seeing your state, she judged it was better to make you food for you to wake up to, and that’s what she did, as quick as she could so that you could both spend as much time as there was left together

It was a quiet evening, just the both of you, one sleeping and the other hesitating to wake her lover up for you to be met by all the presents and love she had to offer

So she chose to get you out of your sleep as softly as she could, patting your head and rubbing your back lovingly, awaiting the moment your eyes would open, which eventually happened

You sat up firstly confused, barely remembering this day, the few memories you had were you sitting in your car, drained from the efforts after work and wanting to get inside your place as soon as you could

And suddenly, you were met by her eyes, a barely noticeable sparkle in them but enough for you to feel reassured, you were glad she was there, you weren’t sure how to explain it, but you just felt like it was necessary for her to be there, and finally, she was !

“Happy birthday love” was the first thing she said to you as you stared at her in disbelief. “Birthday ??” you asked confused as she grinned at you, bringing you closer her to her, “of course ! It’s your birthday babe, don’t you remember ?” You shook your head to her words, today had been so much on your shoulders that you had forgotten about your own birthday 

“Mhh, love are you feeling okay ? Is everything alright ?” You once again shook your head and proceeded to explain to her what had got you so worked up, and apologized for not answering your messages, which she immediately answered that it was fine and that she understood how you feel

If you were feeling exhausted a while ago, now you definitely felt better, so warm just by the way she was smiling at you, it was cliché but you were so in love with her, there was nothing more that you wanted for your birthday than her being by your side

But of course, she had other stuff prepared, wanting to make sure you would spend a comfortable birthday with her. She wasn’t always the most affectionate person nor the type of people to voice her feelings much, so her thoughts were often expressed in the form of little gifts she had found just for you

“Sweetheart ? Please close your eyes, I’ll bring you something I hope will make you smile” She then said, standing up to take a present placed on the nearby table before putting it in your hands, wanting you to guess what it was, you could feel something soft and fluffy, yet you couldn’t manage to guess, which made her giggle

“Open your eyes then” and you then saw two little teddy bears, one white and the other one brown, they both held a heart with your initial and Sooyoung’s written in the middle of it, you were trying hard to not jump out of the couch out of excitation, the fact that she had thought of this just for you made you smile in a way you didn’t even know was possible, you felt at ease finally

“I thought that you know since sometimes, we can’t always be together because of work, I thought we could keep one for each other and hold it when we’re not next to each other to cuddle, what do you think ?” she asked, a bit nervous, she wasn’t used to do that kind of stuff, hell it wasn’t just nervousness, she was so shy at the thought that you would make fun of her for her sudden clinginess 

“Sooyoung.. I don’t even know what to say ! You’re just the best girlfriend ever” you said while wrapping your arms around her neck, attempting to get a hug from her, you two stayed cuddled up for a while until she remembered she had a few other gifts to offer you

By the same process, she made you guess them, overall you had gotten jewelry, chocolate and even matching bow ties, that had similar colours to your teddy bears ! You were melting on the spot, your cheeks warming up from how hard you were smiling at her who was a bit awkward, not used to deal with all this love

Time went by, you ate together while hold each other close, strangely not being able to get enough of each other’s presence. She even insisted on singing happy birthday to you, an angelic voice you’d recognize in thousands, she felt so sweet to be around, without needing to say much, she had made your whole day so much better, that work shift now way behind you

And now in the middle of the evening, you were playing video games together while the cake she had bought for you was already half eaten, laughs filled the room as she lost yet another game to you. To make it up to her and for everything she had done, you chose to go easy on her, not wanting to see her pout, as adorable as it was

You had been playing Mario kart together for a while now, but she insisted to play more, wanting to prove to you how good she was, and even if it was your birthday, you found it somewhat sweet to see her this determined to win for you, words coming from her own mouth, surprising you by her loving manners, one arm pulling you closer as she was holding the controller, desperately trying to win. Sooyoung was like that sometimes, full of surprises, who would’ve thought such an intimidating girl from when you first saw her could be so childish and excited about winning against you, and who thought she would shower you with so many gifts for your special day !

After another game lost (purposely of course) by you, you were distracted by a little sound, a small squeak, you didn’t know where it was coming from but you were sure it wasn’t just out of your pure imagination. You then looked at your girlfriend wondering what was going on, being met by a grin on her face, telling you she had been planning yet another thing

“Can you please close your eyes again love ?” you did as asked before feeling something even softer than the teddy bears in your hands, it was warm, and smelled just like Sooyoung’s perfume, making you want to find out what it was

What was your surprise when you looked only to see a kitten in your arms, and a proud Sooyoung smiling at you, all blushy from seeing you so happy as you squirmed seeing the cute little cat

You remembered mentioning the wish of having a cat once or twice, and Sooyoung had never forgotten that information, she had been looking for that little guy forever, wanting to make sure she had everything right to take care of it as well as the right amount of money to do so, and most importantly, she was a bit impatient to see your reaction, an exciting feeling she only got to feel around you

You were so happy you were at loss for words, you wanted to thank her but no words could come out of your mouth by how excited you felt, she proceeded to pat both you and its head, watching the both of you already so close to each other

“So what will you name it ?” She said, referring to the little animal all black covered except for its tummy, its paws and the tip of its nose, reminding you of the mere snow that was falling outside, remembering when you first met about a year ago, in the middle of snow, pure strangers who weren’t able to look away from each other, and since then, you never left the other’s side

With all that reflexion in mind, you sort of spaced out, well until she caught your attention by asking you the same question again, which you answered simply “How about, snowy ??” 

Sooyoung couldn’t help but grin at your answer, you seemed so proud of yourself, “it’s a cute name, I love it Y/n” she said, before pulling you both closer, the cat resting between the two of you, sitting on your lap as your girlfriend stared at the both of you in adoration, wondering how did she get so lucky

The rest of the evening went by when you both fell asleep watching a movie, her head laying down on your lap, next to snowy’s paws as little snores came out of both of their mouths. You woke up from the tv making a sound, an action scene from the movie came up and now, you surely wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep, especially seeing your girlfriend in that position on you

You thought she would feel surely uncomfortable, so you quickly brought her upstairs, wanting to prevent her from waking up in an awkward position. You placed her on your shared bed and joined in, happy to finally relax after this long day, grateful enough for everything Sooyoung had done for you, as well your snowy, your little cat now sleeping on your pillow, nothing could make you happier

The end <3

Hi againnn I hope this wasn’t so bad hehe ! Thank you so much for reading :)

[achillieus]

let you down. (sebastian stan x reader)

summary: it's a universal truth but it's worth repeating; feelings eat us raw. or just an actor and a girl falling in and out of love over the course of three months.

(this was inspired by sebastian's visit to greece for his movie, monday, and is based on that, so that means in the story we’re in 2018. also i have this posted on ao3 too but while i’m writing the last parts i thought of posting it here too)

quick note: i wrote this back in 2018 after meeting sebastian in greece but i redited it now, so if you see any mistakes or typos please tell me :)

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: alcohol, sexual references, implied depression, sebastian desperately needs to hug the reader, it's kinda slowburn because i love the yearning

part: 2/6

(other parts)  (masterlist)

It’s Monday when they come back from their small trip to the south. You’re watering the jasmine in your balcony when you hear the engine of Argyris’ car slowly shut down and see two figures getting out of the back seats.

It’s him and a blonde woman. You remember meeting her that night in the terrace. You’ve learnt that she’s a great actress and will play the other main character in the film.

When she notices you looking at them, she waves.

“Hey, Sebastian it’s your friend there.” She gives his shoulder a soft nudge.

We’re not friends. That’s what you almost yell back at her.

His head shots up, smiling.

He’s always smiling. It’s getting annoying.

You can see him going through his bag as he calls your name.

“Look, I brought you some traditional sweets.” He’s holding a small wrapped up package. He starts wiggling it in the air.

He looks so jolly and proud of himself. It makes your throat dry.

And before you can control it, you laugh. You can’t see it from where you’re standing but he bites his bottom lip at the sound.

/

Two hours later he’s sitting in your kitchen devouring half of the pastries he got you.

“These are actually so good, how can you not like them?” He says and it comes out all garbled. His mouth is full of sugary dough.

You do like them. But he does too. And you can find them anytime you want here. You doubt it’s the same in New York.

“They’re just not my favorite,” he nods “but thank you anyway.”

“Well let’s say you owe me,” you furrow your brows in confusion “and will repay me by sending me some of those once I’m gone.”

He laughs before taking another bite.

And as you stare at him, you notice that he’s different. His gaze is tranquil, his voice is soft and he has some cream at the corner of his lips.

Like that, he looks more like a guy you met at college than a well known actor.

Like that, we could be friends, you think.

You talk a lot. He tells you about his time in Romania and his first audition. It makes you realize you are far more interested in acting than what you thought. You tell him how you think team Iron Man is the superior team. He gasps, as if he is hurt.

He doesn’t mention his girlfriend. You don’t ask about her. It’s easier for both of you this way.

/

A stifling heat rises to your body as you walk under the burning sun. You don’t realize how Argyris gets you to give Sebastian a tour around the city, but you can remember a pair of light eyes pleading you.

You can easily hear him humming to himself. You turn to look at him. He’s wearing a hat and his forehead is sweating. He doesn’t seem to mind.

“You’re in a very good mood today.”

“Aren’t you?”

“Well I’m stuck with you for the day so what choice do I have?” You shrug.

He makes a face at you. You crack and a huge smile forms in your face.

He leans closer, mouth to ear and then he speaks.

“You know, I can’t tell if you hate me or just like me too much.”

His breath hits your cheek.  

You try not to blink at the sudden foreign touch.

His words find your skin and they’re so clear and powerful. Suddenly you’re an open page to him.

He crosses his arms in front of his chest and waits for an answer, a nod, a glance.

You are still standing close, the city sounds doing nothing to ease the heated silence between you two.

He realizes you’re not going to give him any response so he lowers his eyes.

And then, when he looks up again, it almost feels like he gives you mercy and agrees to let you get away with it this time.

He smiles.

“So where is Acropolis?”

/

When he’s lying on your couch after six hours of being a tourist and under the summer sun he looks exhausted. Still he’s his typical talkative self.

“You are always so pumped.”

“And you rarely are.”

“Doesn’t it get tiring?” you ask each other at the same time. It seems like you are two different sides of the exact same coin. One body. One heart.

“Today was nice.” He stretches his arms. “Thank you.”

You open the window. There is barely any wind out there. The air smells of hot cement and flowers.

The man on your couch has closed his eyes, breathing softly.

You try to ignore him over and over for the last days. Until you cannot ignore him anymore; your world has come to an end.

So many people know who Sebastian Stan is.

Only few will ever know him like this; falling asleep on a cheap brown couch with his hair messy, his chest rising and falling and his mind empty of thoughts.

These are photographs of your memories now.

An involuntary smile spreads across your face at the thought.

You see him swift and his hand clenches tightly around a throw pillow.

“Stop looking at me like that you creep,” he says.

“Come closer,” he means.

/

The sun is long gone and he’s still asleep when there’s a knock on your door. It’s Argyris.

“Please tell me he’s here.”

You nod and motion towards Sebastian’s drifted away body.

“When I left you this morning, I didn’t actually think you’d last this long together.” He tells you the moment he sees him.

The words fall out of his mouth too easily for your liking. “But I should have known better.”

You don’t understand much. You take a step out of your door. You don’t want to wake him up.

“Do you know how many times he mentioned you while we were away?’

Everything stops and falls quiet in the hall.

The words choke you. You shake your head.

“I need you to be smarter than him.” He says and touches your shoulder. “His world moves too fast for people like us.”

It’s effortless not to look at the man in front of you. It’s hard not to shallow his saying.

/

He wakes up an hour later. He looks at you and it feels sacred. His eyes are still red and the pillow has left a mark on his left cheek.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep here.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it was rude, you should have yelled at me to wake up or something.”

“But you looked tired.”

You carry on with doing the dishes and you hear the couch squeak as he stands up and steps towards you.

The water is refreshingly cold on your skin and the soap smells like lemon.

His hands find your waist and his touch is burning. You wish he disappears. You wish he stays for the night. You don’t even know what you’re wishing for anymore. He comes closer and rests his head on top of yours.

And then he wraps his arms around you and you get flashes of days and nights where there was not enough air for you to breath and your ribs ached.

His action is not so noble. It feels like his body steals all the rationality you have. But it gives you this feeling that there will be no more starless skies at night. And that’s enough for now, so you don’t complain.

His skin feels soft and he smells of sweat and vanilla. Somehow you find that alluring.

He looks at you for a second, like he’s trying to memorize your face. And then he pulls away completely silent.

You try to understand what he’s thinking but he gives nothing away. You were never good at reading people.

You blink and he’s almost out of your apartment.

“Goodnight” he shouts.

“Goodnight” you whisper.

/

You close the window. You wonder how he will spend the night. He probably won’t sleep soon. He just woke up.

But you can’t sleep either.  You just move around in your bed. You sink into the sheets and try to close your eyes.

Your phone buzzes.

He follows you on Instagram.

I need you to be smarter than him.

You go through his profile. You want to think he’s doing the same. You want him to do the same.

His world moves too fast for people like us.

You sigh. Perhaps there could have been a time when you would have stayed away from him, but you can’t pretend to ignore it for much longer. And you’re scared of it. And you’re scared of him.

But you’re more scared of how hard it’s for loneliness to fade. And you wish this doesn’t end like a greek tragedy.

/

One day of the following week you go out for coffee. The curly haired woman comes with you. You don’t understand why. And while you’re adding more sugar to your espresso, she tells him she loves his acting. She uses all kinds of adjectives to describe it; hopeful and poignant, celestial.

You like the way she talks. She sounds beautiful. You almost envy her abundance of words.

But Sebastian stops listening.

He watches the way your fingers wrap around the sugar box. He can see your nerves and your synapses move underneath your skin and he thinks he’s watching a dance show.

He will never tell you, but it’s then; under the morning sun and with sugar in your hands, that he feels his heart beat with the power of cymbals for the first time.

He thinks you don’t have to know.

He’s wrong.

You learn the girl is an actress herself. They’ll be in the movie together. They look stellar together.

Looking at them, gives you a violent feeling that wrenches your stomach around.

You can’t hate her for that. You feel like it’s more your fault than hers. That feeling however, grabs you by the shoulders and doesn’t let go. You try not to let it show.

But for some reason when Sebastian almost touches your palm, you look at her and you’re certain this is entirely mutual.

You make a silent agreement to not include him in any of this.

/

“You were extremely quiet earlier.” He says as you reach the building you call home.

He wants to spend time together until his scheduled shooting. You don’t complain.

“You always say that.” You try to joke. He looks right at you.

And then you notice that his eyes aren’t the color of the sea. They’re more grayish blue. They’re like a frozen lake in December.

“I know,” he starts messing with his hair “But you can’t deny you barely talked back there.”

When you enter your apartment, he immediately throws himself on your couch. These last few days it feels like he owns that right spot there in front of your big window.

“I’ve told you, I talk when I have something to say.”

He smiles at your words.

“Then I must be lucky you talk to me.” He whispers softly.

You sit next to him. If you move a little closer you could touch him, feel his warmth. You don’t.

You never thought of how easy it has become to talk to him. You don’t keep your thoughts locked and your teeth clenched around him. And that’s a novice feeling for you.

You let your eyelids fall close and lay back.

There’s a language between you two. It starts with secret glances and whispers and now it contains words that build and ruin bodies and souls.

Sometimes you want to say them all together. Sometimes you just want to open your mouth and let everything flow out but then you’re scared you’ll make him mad. Or you’ll make him love you.

You can’t decide which is worse and that’s enough to stop you.

“What is this thing between us?” He sounds all tender-like, but his blood feels heavy at the moment. He’s not sure if he can keep breathing. He regrets the words that leave his lips, when it’s already too late.

You have the answer figured out long time before he asks. But you’re not ready to give it to him.

“I don’t know” you open your eyes “I don’t know.” You repeat.

/

He doesn’t tell anyone but sometimes he feels nauseous before a shooting. You can clearly see that now. His pacing up and down the room and his roaming eyes give him away.

You are surprised. You never thought he could be nervous. He looks so confident and radiant all the time; you sometimes forget he is still a regular human being.

“You have no reason to worry.” His lips twitch.

“I know.”

“But you still worry.”  You grin and catch his arm to stop him from moving.

The look he gives you is acute.

“You have no reason to be sad,” he starts, without breaking eye contact “but you still are.”

You feel naked and hug yourself close.

It’s very strange to have someone scratch everything from you and see your raw truth. You’re not certain it’s something you enjoy. You wish it didn’t make you quiver.

Sebastian wishes he could scratch deeper under your dermis and your fingernails and slither there between your muscles and your heart where blood runs thick and melancholy hasn’t conquered yet.

“I’m sorry.” He shakes his head.

“You didn’t say anything hurtful.”

You worry your words may come out bitter. You don’t want that.

“It won’t last forever.” he says and then your name appears in his tongue. You like the way he says it. It almost sounds like poetry. “You won’t be sad forever.”

You smile and, in that moment, you aren’t a worldwide known celebrity and a girl in her early twenties. You are just two people seeking comfort.

/

The same night there’s a party for the first day of shooting. You don’t feel like going, but he doesn’t let you stay home.

What did you do last night?

Went to a party with Sebastian Stan, typical Thursday night.

You can picture the look on everyone’s face. It makes your lips turn upward just a little.

“I told you to be careful.” The voice sounds almost far away but your neighbor is standing right next to you as he mutters.

“I am.” You say with a laugh. He crosses his arms.

“No, you are here, watching him starry-eyed.”

Your fingers start playing with the rough fabric of your dress.

“I don’t know how to stop it.” You whisper.

He tells you to not entail yourself in something you don’t know the way out of. But what does he know about solitude and rushed breaths?

What does he know about a pair of eyes that look like a frozen lake?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

/

He’s watching you from afar while you talk with Argyris. He notices how your chest moves along with your breathing in a way it looks like it’s made of pure glass.

For a while he thinks of staying there and keep observing you but then Argyris leaves and you’re all alone. And he starts walking closer to you.

All eyes are on him as he goes through the main dance floor. The curly haired actress stops moving to the beat and follows him with her gaze.

They both reach you.

And you know he’s moving towards you before you can see him. It’s like your body is aware of his presence madly fast.

His eyes seem darker under the hazy light.

He grabs your hand.

You almost heave.

“Let’s get out of here.” He breaths.

/

You walk for some time. It’s late and Athens is quiet around that time. There is only a soft broken sound of cars and you think about that time you saw a car crash happen in front of your eyes.

You sit close in an old dirty staircase in a forgotten back alley. The city has a lot of those, but people don’t notice. They just walk past them, always in a hurry.

Sebastian sighs heavily. He looks at you in a way it makes you think he’s trying to memorize everything. The way midnight air caresses your body, the way red lighting falls in your hair from that street lamp. He looks at you for an indefinite and long period of time and it feels exquisite.

You place your fingers on his palm and the world flickers. He’s still wearing the rings they gave him for the movie and they feel cold against your skin.

“Do you ever miss Romania?”

The question startles him.

“Every day.”

You nod. Maybe he knows more about sorrow than you give him credit for.

“I remember the dog fence and our neighbors’ daughter and the orange sky through my window, minutes before sun set.”

Your hand locks around his and you stay silent for a while.

“This is the Lyra constellation.”  His eyes light up as he looks up.

You remember reading about how much he’s into space. It’s intriguing.

“Where?”

He doesn’t let go of your hand. Instead he picks it up and guides it with his own. His body moves closer. There’s no cold in the air.

As your eyes search for the stars that your hands point at, he watches you and he’s certain that one day he’d love to lay on his back, with you on his side and show you all the little dead planets in the sky. Show you the secrets of the universe.

And he feels like this is the type of beauty that musicians try to write songs about.

“Ah!” Your grip becomes tighter and you smile. “I can see it!”

He laughs at your childish enthusiasm.

You laugh too.

And then you let your head fall on his shoulder, your hair touching his bare skin. You don’t blame them for making him wear sleeveless shirts for the film.

You can him feel shudder at your sudden motion, but then he exhales and his muscles relax.

He observes the features of your face from this angle. He almost traces them with his fingers.

“They’re probably going to kill me for stealing you away from the party.” You whisper.

“I think I was the one who grabbed your hand and left.” He laughs again and you can feel his chest pounding.

His phone buzzes. He doesn’t look at it. He closes his eyes.

“Δείξε μου όλα τα αστέρια. ”

He doesn’t understand a word but your voice sounds too close. You feel too close. And that’s almost tearing him apart.

“What does that mean?”

You turn to look at him. The neon sign on the old building behind him keeps trembling.

“It means, show me the stars.”

And he does. And he feels like he could burn alive.

And you will never tell him; but you still think of him when you catch a glimpse of burning stars.

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They won’t dare to bother you anymore...

(This is my first Niki Lauda x Reader fic ever, and my second fanfic in general, ever... English is still not my native language, sorry for the mistakes in advance... I wrote this in one sitting, because I got inspired by my one and only @mymagicsuitcase and her Niki Lauda headcanon... The giving you their jacket one... I read it... Loved it... And this happened... Enjoy <3 )

WARNINGS: little drinking, little swearing, possibly smoking, Hunt is a dick, Lauda is a sweatheart (maybe went a little OOC, I’m not sure... I tried not to but... yeah), Reader is female, no name or y/n is mentioned

Word: 1,7k~

You were excited, but a nervous wreck as well, at the same time. 

You met Niki at a party of one of the other F1 drivers’. A friend of yours had been a good friend of him, whom owned the place, and they dragged you along, quote “You’re gonna die alone, come on! They are interesting people, and you would be just bored in your house!”. So, yeah. That’s how you found yourself leaning to the wall, beer in hand, in a massive living room, observing people in front of you. You weren’t that good in F1, you had been watching it on the TV and following some news, but you were sort of a rookie in that field. You knew some names, especially the ones which were everywhere, either after achieving something big, or having a huge rivalry. Such as Hunt and Lauda. As you were deep in your thoughts, you didn’t see that one of the mentioned drivers was looking directly at you. Also leaning to the wall with a drink in his hands, his curly locks loosely hugging his face, some have escaped from the others, and were fallen in front of his forehead. He thought you looked beautiful in those red dress of yours with a black leather jacket. Even though you looked very awkward and uncomfortable, clearly you felt that you didn’t belong there and looked like that as well, still. There was something in you which captivated him. Like you had power, but you didn’t want to waste it on something, or someone. You didn’t want to just use it randomly. You even looked mysterious. He wanted you. Only to himself. And although it entertained him greatly, that how you slipped away ever so slightly from anyone who came near you, and a visibly pain started to form on your face, like the whole world’s problem was on your shoulder, the temptation to save you from the situation, to wanted to know who you were, was way more stronger. Just as he launched himself of the wall with the foot that was rested on it, he froze in his steps. Someone else was more agile. And forward. And loud. Also drunk.

- Hey, hey, hey! Why is that, that a beautiful woman like you just standing next to a wall at a party? - startled you the one and only, James Hunt, leaning on the wall directly next to you.

- Omm… It just… I’m not a party people I guess… - you answered slightly taken back, shyly.

- Then why are you here, my lady? - he smelled like all kinds of alcohol and cigarette.

- A friend of mine brought me here… - you started but you were cut off immediately by him.

- Really? I should thank them, they brought you to me, a stunning woman who…

- That’s enough, Hunt. You’re clearly making her uncomfortable. Leave her alone. -  A hand grabbed Hunt’s shoulder, and you snapped your head to the direction of whom it might be.

- What? You want her to yourself?! Lauda… Go away, I was here sooner!!

- You’re drunk. There are plenty of ladies who would kindly do anything you say so. Now fuck off. - He didn’t want to start a fight, but he wanted to sound demanding. He really wanted him to piss off.

- Jesus… - and just like that, without a word hi was gone.

You stared at the leaving figure for a couple of seconds before you looked at the other driver in the eyes and realized he was already looking at you, like he was searching for something.

- Are you alright?

- Yeah, I think so… Thank you, Mr. Lauda. - you said shyly.

- Oh please, call me Niki. - the corner of his mouth twitched up a little.

- Thank you… Niki. - you said again, with a slight blush - I think I should go… I don’t want to start more drama, and I have already stayed more than I am comfortable with… My friend will be fine, I just get a taxi or something… - you trailed off, halfly speaking to him, halfly just thinking out loud - I shouldn’t have come… - you added quietly, but he picked it up.

- Wait! Please… Come out with me to the balcony… Get some fresh air. You look a little bit railed up, I don’t want you to leave alone like this, to be honest. - he tried so say it as casual as possible, but he really was worried for you. A little bit. Maybe. He didn’t want to admit it to himself either.

You didn’t know what to say, so without thinking you just nod slightly and let him led you towards the balcony. As you passed by the dancing figures of the party, you felt Niki’s hand touch the lower of your back. He didn’t want to startle you more than this, he just wanted to make sure that no one could bump into you, and you could get to the damn balcony as soon as possibble. Well, that’s what he said to himself in that moment, that was the reason why he touched you, surely. He relaxed a little bit, when you weren’t complaining. And you certainly weren't planning to. On the balcony you just chatted for a while. You told him your name, why you were there, your job, little things like these. In exchange he told you about himself, his job, and how this season was going for him, his plans for the remaining time of the race.  You also told him that you followed his race, the whole season, but you didn’t know everything, or rather didn’t understand everything. You liked cars, but you were no mechanic. There were a whole two weeks until the next race, which took place in the city. He offered you to go with him to his garage the next day. He could show you some stuff which might interest you. He also offered you to drive you home if you still want to leave, so you didn’t have to take a taxi or worse. You weren’t sure why, you just met this man, but there was a spark between the two of you. You said yes to him. For both things.

And now here you were, awkwardly standing at the Ferrari’s garage. During the last 2 weeks, you got to know Niki pretty well. You met him nearly everyday, either in his garage, talking to you while patching up the car, or taking you out to drinking. You weren’t together or anything. But you did liked him. A lot. You could see how he was sometimes stubborn and quick-tempered, but with you, he was way more softer. Although he rather did not show this side of him to anyone else. It was only for you. He wanted you to come to this race, but he didn’t want to drag you into any kind of gossip, which was very common in the F1 family, so you came here alone, he was already here. He got you a full-pass, so you could come to his garage, without anyone stopping you. You couldn’t see him yet, so you just stood there, out of the way of everyone. You felt a hand on your back.

- Well, well, isn’t that the beautiful lady from the that party? You missed me? - fuckin’ Hunt.

- I’m not here for you, Hunt. - you tried to say it as cold as humanly possible.

- Are you mad about our drunk incident? Look, let’s talk about that… - he stepped a few inch closer to you, as you would have liked it, trying to intimidate you.

- Get off her before I run you over with my car. - Niki appeared out of nowhere, his eyes were shooting lightnings. If looks could kill...

- Whoa, easy there Lauda. You really came here for him? - Hunt looked at you in disbelief  - You have an interesting taste… - he trailed off as he walked away, again, no more words, grinning to himself.

Niki went to go after him to hit that grin off of Hunt’s face, but you grabbed his arm.

- Calm down, it’s okay. You have to concentrate on the race. Don’t let him get under your skin. - you tried to reason him, and it seemed to work. You had his full attention.

You only noticed it now, that in his free hand there was a jacket, a red one, just like his suit. He freed himself from your grasp, and showed you the back of the jacket. NIKI LAUDA was printed on it, with huge letters. Without letting you say anything, he grabbed it, and put it over your shoulders. He carefully fixed it, so it looked good on you.

- What’s this for? - you smiled, you liked the jacket that was given to you by him.

- Just to show everyone who you support, so they won’t dare to bother you anymore. - ha said casually, grinning proudly.

- Okay - you laughed - I am only here to only support you.

- Good. - he beamed at you.

You heard a voice calling for attention. The drivers had to get into their cars. Niki was ready to go but before he could have left you, you stepped on your tiptoes, put one of your hands on the side of his face, and gave a little peck on the other side.

- I’ll be waiting for you right here. Fuck Hunt up. - you whispered into his ear.

You moved back, but Niki quickly took a hold on you, before you went to far from him.

- I might be in love with you… Can I take you out to a dinner? - he asked with the biggest grin you had saw on him.

- As a date?

- Yes. - he said with confidence.

- Only if you win… - you smiled mischievously.

- Deal. - he returned the same smile.

He let go of you and stormed to his crew and car. He jumped into his car and put on his helmet. Before he closed of its lid, he looked at you last time. You locked eyes and he winked at you. You blushed deep, but kept smiling as he drove off to the track. 

This is gonna be a good day...