#they actually start out not getting along with one another

[spencessocks]

quiet moments

summary: after a tough case, you and spencer share a quiet conversation on a plane ride home.

pairing: spencer reid x reader

word count: 1.3k

the team had just wrapped up a grueling case and were on the jet back to Quantico. everyone was exhausted, including yourself. yet you could never sleep on airplanes, too many variables that made you uncomfortable. you looked around the plane—most of them had dozed off, but spencer was still awake, his knee bouncing as he stared out the window.

you got up, shifting into the seat next to him, setting down your lukewarm coffee.

“you know,” spencer started, his voice slightly rough from lack of sleep, “sleep deprivation can cause symptoms that mimic intoxication. cognitive impairment, slowed reaction times, even—” he paused, blinking sluggishly. "what was i saying?"

you bit back a smile. “something about being drunk without the fun part?”

“right,” he nodded, then yawned, rubbing his eyes. “also, did you know that octopuses have three hearts? two pump blood to the gills, and the third pumps it to the rest of the body. when they swim, that third heart actually stops beating.”

you hummed in response, more focused on the way his head was starting to droop to the side. “that’s fascinating, spence. why are you telling me this now?"

spencer blinked at you, his hazel eyes glassy with exhaustion. “i don’t know,” he admitted, voice quieter now. “i guess… i just don’t like the quiet.”

you gave him a small smile, shifting to get more comfortable. “well, lucky for you, you’re talking to the one person who can’t sleep on planes.”

spencer huffed a soft laugh, but it quickly dissolved into another yawn.

"why aren't you asleep anyway?" you asked, dawning on you that he was usually knocked out on the way back home.

spencer blinked slowly, like he was trying to gather his thoughts but kept losing them along the way. “dunno,” he mumbled, his voice softer now. “i think my brain’s too full.”

you tilted your head. “too full?”

he let out a tired chuckle, rubbing his eyes. “yeah. too many thoughts. case details, statistics, things i could’ve done differently. it’s like… my mind doesn’t know how to shut up.”

you frowned slightly. you knew spencer tended to overanalyze things, especially after a difficult case, but seeing him this exhausted and still unable to let go of it made your heart ache.

you weighed the options of encouraging him to open up or shifting his focus. in the end, you decided it was best to steer his mind away from it, saving the deeper conversation for a later moment.

“well,” you said, looking around, “if it won’t shut up, maybe you don’t have to fight it. maybe you just need to focus on something else.”

spencer let out a quiet huff, his fingers moving to your sleeve, absentmindedly playing with it. “like what?”

you thought for a moment, then shrugged. “like… okay, if you could be anywhere right now—anywhere but here—where would you be?”

spencer blinked, clearly not expecting the question. he glanced toward the window, eyes distant for a second. “florence,” he murmured eventually. “at the biblioteca medicea laurenziana.”

you grinned. “of course your dream getaway is a library.”

spencer's eyebrows bunched up, but there was the faintest hint of a smile there. “it’s not just a library. it was designed by michelangelo. the reading room has these long wooden benches, and the windows let in just enough light to make everything feel… warm.” his voice softened, like he was already picturing it. “it’s quiet, but not in a bad way. the kind of quiet that makes you want to take your time, let yourself get lost in the pages of something.”

you watched him as he spoke, the tension in his face easing just a little. “that actually sounds really nice.”

spencer hummed in agreement, his head tilting slightly against the seat. “where would you be?”

"see now me personally, i would be at home."

spencer blinked, his tired eyes meeting yours. “home?” he echoed, with a bit of disbelief.

you nodded. “yeah. and i totally thought that's what you would say too! not that your fancy library doesn’t sound amazing, but after a case like this? i’d want to be home. my own bed, my own sheets."

spencer considered that for a moment, his fingers absently tracing a pattern against his knee. “i guess that makes sense,” he murmured. “home is… safe.”

you smiled softly. “exactly. we'd be curled up on my couch, wearing something way too comfortable, eating something terrible for us, and watching a show we've already seen a hundred times.”

spencer’s lips quirked, just barely. “which show?”

you thought for a second, then smirked. “something I don’t have to analyze or think about—just background noise while I relax. maybe doctor who.”

spencer hummed in approval, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment before he forced them open again. “good choice,” he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion. “did you know doctor who holds the guinness world record for the longest-running science-fiction television series?"

you grinned. “yes, spencer. i think that's the 5th time you've mentioned it.

“it’s an important fact,” he defended, but there was no real weight behind his words. his body was slowly giving in to exhaustion, his hands now folded in his lap.

you raised an eyebrow, amused at how determined spencer was to share his random facts, even as his eyelids drooped. "i’m starting to think you’re secretly trying to get me to memorize guinness world records," you teased.

he let out a small, tired chuckle. “well, maybe you’ll need them one day. what if you’re on Jeopardy and the final question is about doctor who?” his voice trailed off, and his eyes flickered closed again, clearly fighting sleep.

you leaned back in your seat, watching him struggle to stay awake. "spence, if I ever end up on Jeopardy, i think i'll have bigger problems than knowing the longest-running sci-fi series."

he blinked slowly, "you never know," he murmured. "it could be... the question." he nudged your shoulder lightly.

you grinned, nudging his shoulder back. "i’ll let you be my phone-a-friend then."

spencer took your hand in his, the simple sentiment warming his heart a bit.

spencer let out a sleepy hum of agreement, his head tipping toward you just a little as he tried to keep talking. "i wonder if there’s a record for... most consecutive hours spent talking about doctor who..."

you snorted slightly, "i think i know the guy it would go to, actually."

a faint grin tugged at his lips. "oh? do you?" his voice was soft, still thick with exhaustion, but the playful glint in his eyes suggested he was still hanging on to the conversation, however faintly.

"yeah," you said with a teasing smile, squeezing his hand lightly. "he's pretty cute."

spencer blinked slowly, the words registering a beat later than usual. his eyes softened, and for a moment, you thought he might actually be too tired to process the compliment. but then, his lips twitched upward in a cheeky smile, the exhaustion momentarily forgotten. "oh? he sounds like quite the catch," he replied.

you leaned in just a little, a smirk playing at your lips. "yeah, yeah! he really is. very knowledgeable... and, you know, he has this whole charming, slightly awkward thing going on."

spencer let out a soft laugh, but it quickly turned into a yawn. “seems like my kind of guy,” he murmured, the warmth of your hand in his still grounding him, pulling him just a little bit further out of his sleepy haze.

"you’re a little biased," you teased, squeezing his hand again, more gently this time.

a soft chuckle escaped his lips as he tried to stifle another yawn. “maybe just a little."

"get some rest, spence," you whispered, pulling his hand into your lap.

his brows furrowed, like he wanted to protest, but his body was already betraying him, slumping further into the seat.

“just close your eyes,” you coaxed softly, letting your head fall to his shoulder. “pretend we’re on my couch, watching doctor who. nothing to think about, nothing to analyze.”

spencer let out a slow exhale, his body finally relaxing. his head rested against yours softly.

you let out a quiet breath, letting yourself relax too. you listened to his breathing for a while, hearing and feeling the way it got deeper as he slipped into sleep. your eyelids became heavy, and somehow, the pressure in your ears became insignificant.

if this was the closest thing to home you could get right now, you’d take it. your body sunk into the seat, and before you knew it, you were asleep, too.

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

I'm the anon who requested the tipsy reader I apologize for that! Instead could I request Shadow x Artist!Reader who's really into this painting for Shadow and he can't see it yet cause it's a surprise and it ends up being a painting of Maria at least from how Shadow described Maria to Reader? Once again I apologize for the other request, have a good day! ❤️

“A Special Gift for you!”

Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Artist Reader

Requested: Yes (by an anon).

Description: Art was always something that made you happy. Hopefully you can share that happiness with your partner.

Notes: This one is cute! And no need to apologize, mistakes happen and I appreciate you coming back with another request! Hope you like this one, anon!

(Reader will be gender-neutral.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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“What are you doing?” you hear a voice say from behind you.

You stop your painting, turning your head, seeing your confused partner, Shadow, standing next to you with his head tilted.

“Oh, hey Shadow!” you say with a smile. “I’m just painting.”

“What are you painting?” he asks.

“Cream’s pet chao, Cheese and Chocola,” you reply. “I thought it would be a good birthday gift for her.”

“Oh,” he mutters. “Thank you for reminding me that’s coming up.”

“No problem,” you say, returning to your painting.

But as you get to work, that gets you an idea.

Sure, Christmas is a couple months away still, but nothing wrong with a surprise gift beforehand!

But first…Time to finish painting these chao.

After doing so, you set the painting aside, putting a new canvas on your easel, Shadow being long-gone, off doing his own thing.

Good thing he left the room, actually.

Because this next painting was a surprise for him.

You get out your pencils and a drape to put over the canvas should Shadow arrive unexpectedly or should you have to leave the painting unattended.

You think to yourself for a moment how you want this to look.

Shadow likes simple things, but she was really special to him, so…Ugh, conflictions!

Okay, got it.

Simple background, but detailed painting.

That’ll make Shadow happy.

To be fair, anything positive regarding her would make him happy.

Hopefully not make him cry.

Yes, tears are healthy, but seeing him sad makes you sad.

…Okay, now you just sound like a bad person.

Nevermind that thought.

Regardless, you want this to look good.

You start with a rough sketch, the sound of your pencil being the only thing in the room.

After that, you polish up the sketch, again with your pencil. Looking good!

Now to decide on a background…

Ah, of course! Space and stars!

You get out your black, blue, and purple paint, along with the white and yellow for later.

But hearing the door open, you quickly put the drape over the canvas as Shadow walks in.

“Hey Shadow! What’s up?” you ask.

“Just wanted to let you know it’s getting late,” Shadow states. “Don’t stay up too long.”

“I won’t, I’ll be in bed shortly,” you tell him.

Shadow nods before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

You suppose you could start with the paint tomorrow, you are kind of tired after all.

You set all of your paint down near the easel, making sure the drape is on snugly before leaving the room.

A few days pass, and with extensive work, the painting is done. And a good few days before Christmas at that!

You sign your name at the bottom of the painting as you usually do, in white, making it look like a constellation.

Now to bring it to Shadow.

You pick up the painting and exit the room, with the back facing outwards so Shadow can’t see it.

“Shadow! I have a surprise for you!” you say in a cheery sing-song voice.

“A surprise?” Shadow asks. “But it’s not even Christmas yet.”

“It doesn’t have to be a holiday for you to get a gift, silly,” you say. “Now, close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

Shadow sighs but does so, and you place the painting to him with the painted side towards him.

“Okay, now open!” you say excitedly.

Shadow opens his eyes, and his pupils immediately dilate to a small size as he carefully puts a hand on the painting.

“You…you made this for me?” he asks quietly.

“I did,” you reply. “Now you can see her whenever you want.”

Tears start to fall from his eyes and you move to wipe them away as he sets the painting aside, hugging you.

“Thank you…” he mutters.

“No need to thank me,” you tell him. “I just wanted to see you happy.”

And he couldn’t be happier; he was glad to have a caring partner like you by his side.

[thecheshireprincess]

The Game Itself

Chapter I: The Game Before the Game

A Chishiya x childhood best friend reader (Niragi's sister!) fic

Content Warning: Mentions of an abusive father, curse words, reader having somewhat low self-esteem and likely PTSD, Niragi is in here and he is NOT a menace; super soft actually

You wanted to cry, staring down at another barely passing mark in physiology. You've always been an amazing student. School was one thing in your life that came easy! Why was this particular class proving to be so challenging? If you couldn't even pass this class, how could you possibly hope to become a doctor in the next few years? You huff in annoyance with yourself and stuff the paper in your leather school bag.

If you were honest with yourself, you really didn't need this added to your plate today. You had slept fitfully all night, waking up with tears staining your face multiple times from the nightmares that had recently returned. You didn't dare wake up your older brother anymore, seeking comfort. You were going to be 20 soon - it was time to act like an adult. So needless to say, you are exhausted.

You drop your tired eyes to the desk in front of you, eyes tracing along a jagged crack in the laminate. You are aware of the probing stares of your blonde friend sat next to you, but choose to ignore him. You weren't in the mood to look at his likely smug face right now, knowing he'd probably gotten a perfect score. You scoffed in your head at this thought - at how perfect your best friend was.

At how perfect you'd never be.

You vaguely listened as your professor droned on with his lecture for the day, copying down notes from the whiteboard like a zombie and anxiously twisting your gold studded earring in your left ear. Every little thing was tipping your mood further and further into the red - the sound of the clock ticking, the squeaking of the dry erase marker on the board, even the nervous leg tapping of the student in front of you. Your blood was nearing a boiling point, and you gave up pretending to pay attention. Overstimulated, you quietly packed up your notebooks and pens early.

Chishiya could see that you were agitated, dark circles under your eyes, but knew there was nothing he could do to change it once you'd gotten to this point. He knew you had gotten no sleep, having spoken with you very briefly about last night before class started. Now, you'd probably gotten a less than satisfactory mark on the exam; you took those things very personally due to your upbringing. He'd have to help you study for the next test, motivating you to do so with snacks. The corners of his lips quirked up fondly, thinking about how you'd do pretty much anything for a treat.

When your professor finally, mercifully, dismisses you, you grab your already packed bag, pull your hood over your head, and bolt out the door. Despite having another class AND your daily library session with Chishiya still to go, you walk briskly, basically running straight home.

Your legs feel like jelly by the time you make it to the 3rd floor of the multi-story building, now dragging your school bag through the hallway and hoping the neighbors don't see you. You are definitely not in the mood for making small talk with Himari about her 19 cats and counting, nor with Ami about how you really should get to know and go out with her son.

Finally reaching your door, you yank on the brass handle, pulling it open and letting the comforting feeling of home wash over you. Unbelievably tired, you immediately fall to the floor, throwing your head back against the hard wood to catch your breath.

It hits you that the door had been unlocked, indicating that your brother was home. It wasn't like you hadn't expected that, he works from home, so of course he's here. And of course you would have to face him, but maybe not right away. You just need a little bit of time to decompress.

You focus hard, listening for movement in the house, knowing he is probably in his office. You stand up from your respite on the floor as quietly as possible, pulling your shoes off as you do. You gather your things, hold your breath, and sprint up the stairs to your room, hoping you were quiet enough not to alert Niragi to your presence.

You felt a surge of adrenaline course through you, reminding you of the way you'd always sneak out late at night with Chishiya when you were younger. Even in your bad mood, this memory brings a smile to your face.

Reaching your destination, you're greeted by the familiar and relaxing scent of chamomile and sandalwood. You close your door as quietly as you can, mentally cheering when it clicks closed almost without sound. You're free now to flop face first onto your fluffy duvet cover, which you do, exhaling heavily. You scramble to the top of your bed, pulling the sheets and duvet down to climb in, lying your head on the silky pillow.

Just as you've started to let your problems of the day melt away and your eyes are about to flutter closed, you're startled by a knock on your door. You acknowledge your brother's presence with a groan - damn it. Not so sneaky after all, then. You lay there breathlessly, thinking that he might go away if you ignore him. You hear him sigh and slowly twist the knob, peeking around the door to find you facing away from him in your bed.

You can feel his concerned gaze studying your form without lifting your head, but say nothing. You know he's got his left eyebrow raised and is wondering why you're home so early. You decide to pretend to sleep, but obviously know that won't fly with him.

Niragi is not like some oblivious parent from 90s television that can be easily manipulated into leaving their kids alone with an excuse here and an excuse there. No, Niragi is well practiced with you and your special brand of trouble. Your brother basically raised you your entire life but had really stepped up the last 8 years, having been granted custody of you when you were just 11 years old. Because of that, your bond was very different from other sibling duos, and honestly, there was no one that knew you better.

"Are you not feeling well?" He finally asks, realizing you weren't about to offer any information, and sitting down on the edge of your bed.

"No," you mumble quietly into the pillow, because although you weren't sick, you definitely didn't feel good. You feel the bed shift under Niragi's weight as he moves to put a cool hand against your forehead. You want to roll your eyes at the absurdity of it all - you're almost 20 years old and your brother is still trying to test you for a fever like you're 10. You can't find it within you to complain, though, allowing yourself to melt a little into his touch.

"You do feel a little warm," he admits, "but that's not the problem, is it?" And just why the hell is he so smart? You never get away with keeping anything from him. Apparently you couldn't even sneak into the house without him finding out.

"I'm tired and I just wanted to take a nap in my room, am I not allowed?" You snap in annoyance, pushing his arm away from you and rolling onto your back.

"Of course you're allowed, but you never do" Niragi responds to your tantrum calmly, "if you're home this early, you're either sick or something is bothering you. You're supposed to be in class right now, yes?"

You chew the inside of your cheek, feeling absolutely trapped. He studies your face a little longer, likely trying to read your mind - something he is shockingly good at. Instead, he moves to lay down on his back, mirroring your position. He doesn't say anything more, just waits patiently. After a minute or two of silence, he offers his left hand out to you. A peace offering, an offering for physical contact if you wanted it. Given your family history, Niragi was always cautious about physical contact with you, though you rarely turned it down anymore.

You feel your resolve cracking, stuck between wanting to be an adult and deal with your own problems and wanting your brother to fix them all for you. You couldn't care less when your inner child wins, finally sobbing and throwing yourself into Niragi's chest.

Adulting be damned.

He wraps his arms around you tight, hardly surprised by your emotional outburst. Though you'd like to think you have a solid poker face, you had truly always been emotional and Niragi didn't blame you. Your childhood had been tumultuous at best, that would unfortunately always be a part of you.

"IalmostfailedanotherphysiologyexamandIdidn'twannatellyoubecauseIdidn'twannadisappointyou" you wail, speaking as fast as you could into his chest, wanting to get it over with.

He brushes his fingers through your hair soothingly, the way he always has when you've been upset. "Why would I be disappointed in you? ALMOST failing? One test, one class?" He asks, confused, pulling you tighter against him as he feels your body shaking.

"I failed a test once in elementary school, remember?" you hiccuped, "Dad was so mad. So violent, I promised myself I'd never fail again."

Niragi understands now, sitting up and pulling you with him. "Koko, I'm not Dad. I will never be like him. If you're having trouble with a class, I want to help you, but I'm not mad or disappointed" he coos, using your childhood nickname to help calm you.

You and Niragi sit like that for a while as you will yourself to calm down. Tears are no longer flowing, and your embarrassing hiccuping has subdued.

"You didn't sleep well last night, I can see it in your eyes. You're having the nightmares again?" your brother questions you. You nod your head once, and he sighs a truly tired sigh. "Why didn't you come get me?" He implores.

You think for a while before responding, "I'm an adult. It's time to fight my own battles," you whisper sadly. Niragi stares down at you perplexed once again, "did you think that when you turn into an adult, you just magically stop needing people to be there for you? Because that's just stupid." You pause for a minute, taking in what he told you. You wanted to discuss the things that had been weighing on your mind since the early hours this morning, but you felt hesitant. Niragi squeezes your hand, encouraging you to let your thoughts out.

You let out a shaky breath, "I'm afraid that he's going to actually do it. I'm not in high school anymore, he has easier access to me. What if he finds out my class schedule, or comes to the hospital when I'm interning? What if he decides to kidnap me and take me somewhere really far away? No one will ever find me."

You brother listens deligently, not disagreeing with you because you were right; things had changed from when you were just a kid in school. The thought made his heart leap into his throat too, but he tamped it down, finally deciding on an appropriate response. Once again, Niragi pulls your head up to look at him.

"There is nowhere you can be taken that I won't find you, I promise."

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"I'm never going to pass physiology" you grumble in exasperation, throwing your head dramatically down on your book and slamming shut the notebook you'd been working in. It was the next day, and you'd actually gotten decent rest the night before. You'd thought maybe physiology would magically be easier too, but you were dead wrong on that front. 

Chishiya makes no move to acknowledge your outburst, aside from raising one eyebrow from behind his own textbook. He's sitting across the oak table from you, studying for a class that the two of you don't share.

You sigh loudly again, having not received the response you wanted from your friend. Chishiya narrowed his cat-like eyes at your dejected form and nearly laughed, "seeking attention, are we?"

"Can't you just do it for me, Shiya? Please . . . You're smarter!" This time he does let out a low chuckle, to your great dismay.

"That's hardly true, and you know it. You're just being lazy" The boy corrects you and then takes a beat, "but I will help you."

You turn your head to the side, just enough to peek one eye up from where you're laying on your book to look suspiciously up at him, "you really will?"

He smirks, snapping his textbook closed. "Yes, and I would normally tease you about it longer, but Niragi told me this was a sensitive subject."

You gape at him for a minute, "huh? you guys just have secret meetings about me then?" You question him in surprise.

The corners of Chishiya's lips tilt upward, "something like that . . . it takes a team to keep someone like you safe and happy," he says with a smug look on his face. Your jaw drops at his words in offense until he waves you off.

"Anyway, let's set you a reward for reaching your goal" he says, directing your attention back to the work at hand. "We'll go to the cafe in Shibuya at 6 PM, but your homework needs to be finished AND correct. If you can do that, I'll buy you dinner" He grins a Cheshire grin before re-opening the notebook you had slammed shut in frustration.

You nod silently in agreement, feeling more motivated now that Chishiya was going to help you pass your class AND get you delicious food as a reward. He was your best friend for a reason, and you were definitely going to keep him.

Your stomach drops, though, seeing the time is already approaching 3 PM. 3 hours won't be enough time to finish this homework. You groan loudly again, this time catching the unwanted attention of the librarian, who shushes you angrily, sending daggers at your form. She never liked you, too much fun for her, you supposed.

Chishiya's eyes sparkle in amusement, "so it'll be a bit of a timed challenge, then" he whispers, "you've always enjoyed playing games, Koko. So let's play."

He's right, you have to agree. You DO enjoy playing games, but only if you're going to win. You steel your mind into focus, preparing to crush the homework as though you were on a game show about to win money. You narrow your eyes as Chishiya sets the first question in front of you, ready to play.

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[6:04 PM]

You and Chishiya run down the busy sidewalk, laughing and narrowly dodging other pedestrians, racing each other like you had when you were little. Finally, the brightly colored sign of your favorite cafe comes into view. You glance back at your friend, noticing he was lagging behind quite a bit. You surge forward to win the race, happy to win yet another game today.

Chishiya glares at you as you gloat, "you only won because it was a physical challenge. You know those aren't my strong suit."

You roll your eyes at the sore loser, and push the metal door to the cafe open, waltzing in triumphantly.

Chishiya led you to the neon blue booth against the window, the one with the picture of the fat tabby cat that you always sat in when you came here. The memories flooded your mind, making you smile at all the time you had spent here together. The boy notices your smile, the corners of his own lips lifting slightly, too. "You're in a much better mood today. I was worried about you yesterday," he admits.

Your gaze snaps up from the laminated menu you were holding, in shock. "You were? Since when do you worry? I didn't know you could," you joke. Chishiya, though your best friend in the whole world, was usually far too arrogant and self-centered to worry about others.

He scoffed, "I'm not a robot, you know. I do have feelings in here . . . Somewhere."

Now you laughed loudly, your friend's funny response taking you by surprise. You'd never really taken the time to appreciate how much Chishiya made you laugh, or even how often he puts in the effort to make you smile. You looked up again, this time meeting his eyes instantly. His gaze on you was different this time - more tender, vulnerable.

"I love when you laugh like that for me," he whispered, not taking his eyes off of you. Your eyes widened, and your breath hitched in your throat. You suddenly felt like you were floating - what was happening? The atmosphere around the two of you had shifted into something akin to tension, but it wasn't a bad thing. No, in fact, you liked the way it made you feel.

Had you ever noticed how pretty his chestnut colored eyes were? Something inside of you told you that you needed to tell him immediately. You were just about to open your mouth to do so when bright lights flashed from outside the window to your left, pulling your attention from your friend.

"Are those . . . Fireworks? Before sundown?" You question breathlessly, tilting your head in confusion. Your bubble of intimacy popped in an instant. Chishiya broke his gaze from your face to follow your line of sight, looking as puzzled as you felt.

You stay frozen in awe for a second or two before moving to grab your phone to text Niragi. He was getting dinner in Shibuya, too, with some coworkers. You wanted to know if he was seeing what you were seeing. You tilt your head questioningly as you look at your phone, completely dead. You knew you had been charging it the entire time you were at the library, so it should have power.

"Shiya, my phone's dead . . .  How is that possible?!" You questioned the boy across from you, distractedly trying to get it to turn on.

Standing up slowly from the booth, and staring at the space behind you, Chishiya responds "I think that's the least of our concerns right now, Koko" as he stares at the dark and now completely empty cafe.

You glance slowly up at him in concern before jumping at the sight now before you. The cafe had been brightly lit and filled with patrons not 2 minutes ago. Where had everyone gone?

You grabbed Chishiya's hand in fear, him pulling you up out of your seat and close to his body as you both began to look around.

You briefly wonder if you're being pranked. Could it be a flash mob situation? Someone famous making a Tik Tok? Or even some kind of game?

If this was a game, you weren't sure you appreciated being thrown into the middle of it without being told the rules.

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Next Chapter

A/N: I wanted to give Reader a nickname so it was easier for Chishiya and Niragi to address her directly. For a fun fact, Koko is my family's nickname for ME, so I am giving it now to you all 🥰 Buckle in, guys. We're just getting started ✨️

[kfan04]

What do you think is going on with Kaito and Romeo?

I've posted this on Reddit and now I'm posting it here so I more people see it and talk to me!

Particularly I'm interested in why Romeo seems to be so clingy with Kaito. I know that there are already some explanations — Kaito's debt and Kaito's pendant — but don't you think Romeo is putting too much effort into this?

Regarding debt: does Romeo chase around everyone with debt on the regular basis? Also, the academy is clearly full on well-off students, it would make much more sense to concentrate on them. Kaito doesn't have money and he won't somehow get them out of nowhere (Luca is another discussion).

Regarding pendant: have you noticed that Romeo is trying to convince Kaito to give him the pendant, instead of taking it away by force? Throughout the chapters he hasn't really tried to take the pendant away, although I think Romeo's more than capable of it. He is stronger than Kaito and the latter didn't have any protectors before Luca (Tohma and Jin are also not shown to be close enough to Kaito to defend him in the past). Otherwise, there must have been tons of opportunities for Romeo to hurt or kill Kaito and take away the pendant, everyone dies left and right, even when they were on the mission — little accident, minus one ghoul, nobody would've probably suspected anything. Why hasn't Romeo taken the pendant away already?

Who would go that far for the indebted guy? Or even for a pendant? It's more like Romeo's interested in Kaito being constantly around, but also, why?

Regarding Romeo's time and effort: despite being the busy man Romeo claims he is, he still finds time to regularly look around for Kaito, calling his name, and with a gun. He asks MC for Kaito's schedule — twice. He spams Kaito with messages. He locks Kaito in the cage in his private office very few people know about — this is just another level, because why. He also takes Kaito on a mission with him, when being told that was his chance to assemble the best possible team — notably, he goes for Kaito before contacting his actual friends, and also has to threaten Kaito to go with him in first place. On the mission, it's Romeo's decision to split, and both times he takes Kaito with him, also physically dragging him and just casually intimidating him along the way.

Regarding Romeo's attitude: he's the mix of tenderness and frustration when it comes to Kaito. The phrase he use to call him is Doko itta no, dete oide? which translates kinda like "Where have you gone? Come on, come out!" and is often used to talk to animals and kids. He also uses Fuji-kun, emphasising on either Kaito being his kouhai, or being on friendly terms with him. He's very touchy when it comes to Kaito — grabbing his hand, his collar, his ear, shaking his shoulders, clamping a hand over his mouth. It's not necessarily tender, but it seems that Romeo finds it absolutely natural to act towards Kaito in such way. Romeo's also often implying Kaito acts unreasonable towards him when not willing to comply, like when Kaito is hiding or running away from him, or when he doesn't want to go on the mission. One time he says something along the lines "there's more on the map than that, so just shut up and do as I say", implying it's in Kaito's interest to listen to him.

Why does Romeo seem to be convinced that Kaito should be doing as he says without asking questions?

Regarding Kaito's attitude: Kaito isn't shown to be super intimidated by Romeo. Yes, he runs away away from him, and in one voiceline he mentions he started getting chills when someone calls his name because of Romeo — so it's not like Kaito doesn't recognise Romeo as a threat. However, Kaito is constantly talking back and resisting. When talking to Romeo, Kaito openly questions his decisions, mocks him, swears at him, uses omae, simply disagrees and Romeo has to put a lot of effort to actually get Kaito to do something — and half of the time, Kaito doesn't do what is expected of him anyway. He talks to Romeo almost freely, definitely less scared than with Jin or with Tohma, or even with Ren or Jiro. Interestingly, Kaito uses Romeo-san, instead of -senpai, like with Tohma and Jin. Kaito also doesn't seem to have a clue about why Romeo is following him, but he's not interesting in figuring it out either, just "weird guy, ugh how annoying, does he ever stop".

Unlike Romeo who perceives his own actions as natural, justified as "Well I'm just collecting debt", Kaito openly talks about how strange Romeo acts towards him. Locked in the cage, he says "shut up, kidnapping creep" and "do you even realise how unhinged you sound" when Romeo says no one would save him from there... When MC says "he has certainly taken a liking to you", Kaito corrects "liking, more like stalking".

For now, no one except Luca and to some degree MC hasn't commented on Romeo's and Kaito's connection — do they know? Or do they don't care? Or both.

Regarding timeline: Kaito mentions Romeo has been on his tail for half of the year. Before that, he wasn't even in the gambling den. This lines up with the estimated time of the Clash. Does Romeo's interested in Kaito has something to do with the Clash? Did it just happen in the same time? Kaito says he has somehow avoided the Clash — he himself doesn't connect the Clash with Romeo's interest in him. Kaito doesn't seem to connect Romeo's interest with anything, implying it was sudden. It could be that the determining point of the Romeo's interest was the moment Romeo was looking at Kaito from a distance, if Kaito cannot remember any special confrontation. What doesn't line up is the warding card of Romeo standing above Kaito and looking at his pendant — judging by his expression, for the first time. Who wouldn't have remembered this situation? Another thing, Kaito mentions that he hasn't seen Romeo much before, and he wasn't even in the gambling den. So although Romeo justifies his hobby by collecting debt, he possibly wasn't that interested in collecting this debt initially, before that special point six month ago.

Regarding paperwork: Luca repays Kaito's debt in the prologue, another simple solution to Kaito repaying his debt and Romeo not having to go after him ever again. Yet Romeo claims "he still owes rate of interest, so it's not enough to buy his freedom". To which Luca replies "I'd like to see the paperwork then", and Romeo's muttering he "hates men with brain". Other than Kaito commenting on how he didn't know about the rate of interest (which could be written off as ignorance, and not necessarily as Romeo deceiving him), Romeo's comment suggests there might be something unclear with the documentation. Another important paper is the one Romeo threatens to show the MC when telling Kaito to join him on the mission. It is not the debt-related issue — MC already knows about it. It is something that Kaito feels to be embarrassed about, and something that allows Romeo to say "you really think you can say no?". In the prologue, when Romeo demands pendant, Kaito also replies with "this is one thing you will never get from me" — one thing? Does that mean Kaito agrees in some way Romeo can demand anything else? The paper which Romeo threatens to show the MC — which conditions are written there?

Let's assume that Kaito does owe Romeo more than money. What exactly is Romeo gaining in this situation? Why would he need specifically Kaito's compliance in the first place? Why Kaito of all people, of all ghouls. Okay, maybe Romeo thinks it's handy to get a guy who he can threaten to do anything. Why would he put so much energy into keeping Kaito close to him — especially on the occasions that could've used more catered to the situations ghouls, like the mission. Judging by how he addresses Kaito as "plebeian", he doesn't think Kaito's pendant connects him with the powerful family, plus he comments how Kaito doesn't know its true value. So Romeo is not after Kaito's potential prestige.

What is notable, is that Romeo is deliberately keeping Kaito close and monitors his actions.

Romeo's behaviour doesn't make sense. It especially doesn't make sense considering he is acting rationally when it comes to missions, or his income, or dealing with others, which means there is an explanation for how he acts with Kaito — my guess, it directly or indirectly includes money, or another physical value.

What are your thoughts? Have I missed something? I'd die to discuss, really. I see all these signs, but I can't really understand what it means. I know we are quite early in the story, but for the 13 chapters the story has been very consistent with the relationship between Romeo and Kaito, and Kaito's pendant. I'm super interested to know what others think!

[certifiedcodbabygirl]

Let's Get Physical pt. 3

pt.2 pt.4

Author's note: Hate to do this to you guys but it's angst time :P Sorry this was late as hell, my mom had surgery and I've been taking care of her. I recommend listening to Taste by Sabrina Carpenter while reading this

It's Thursday, a few days after you and Soap had set up a date for the following Saturday, but it feels like 2 months later. The days drag by with no clear end in sight. Soap had barely texted you since that night, yet neither have you. The nerves twisting your stomach left no room for attention towards your classes. You'd completely spaced out during your math class, and your physics class, and the rest of them, but who's keeping track?

By Thursday, you were already ridiculously far behind in your physics class. Your teacher would never give an extension, unless you were literally in a hospital, and you needed to get them done asap. Where did that take you? Back to your personal tutor.

Flopping onto your bed in your dorm, you whipped out your phone, a small smile on your face at the excuse to meet with Soap.

Heyyy

It doesn't even take a minute before he responds

Hey hen

What're you up to?

Nothing at the moment, why?

Any way we could meet up later? I'm behind on my assignments and could use your help😓

Seen 1 min ago

Seen 2 mins ago

Seen 10 mins ago

Nerves set in. Did you say something wrong? No, what's wrong with wanting to see him again? Him helping with your homework was how this all started, why stop? He even asked you out-

Oh shit. You finished his sentence for him, maybe you read into it wrong? Maybe he wanted to just hang out as friends, and you assumed it was a date. OUT. LOUD. Fuck, and he went along with it to not make it awkward, didn't he? No, just trust for once.

It's another 30 minutes before you give in and decide to text him again.

If not it's okay, just could use your help, if you aren't busy :)

Sent 2 mins ago

Seen just now

Typing...

I'm meeting with a client in a bit, but we can get a hotel after if you want

Your stomach drops to the bottom of your feet.

Oh.

Right.

Why would you forget about that? Of course he was still going to do his job, you weren't special enough to make him stop, even if he saw you as more than a friend. You signed up for this, so swallow the lump in your throat and don't cry.

Oh right, haha. Yeah we can do that :)

You played it off, right? You can do this. You can see him, hug him, while he still smells like another woman. Could you kiss him, knowing he had another woman on his mouth? God, should you do this?

Seen just now

Seen 1 min ago

Seen 5 mins ago

It's not like you're dating. Were you? You had one set up, but it hadn't happened yet. Were you jumping ahead of yourself? What did you actually feel for him? When he tutored you, you couldn't help the lingering looks you'd give him when he turned to grab something, or how your skin would heat up when he'd squeeze your shoulder and tell you how good you're doing.

God knows how many times you had touched yourself to the thought of him kissing down your body.

Was it worth it? He's so gentle with you, your mind and body reacting to him in a way no one else had managed to make you, but he would never fully be yours. He'd realize eventually there was no true reason for you to be around, and that he could get everything he wanted from the women who pay him, right?

On his end, he was dreading the coming evening. Bianca had payed double than last time, and he needed to pay for a leak in the piping of his sink. Not left with much choice, he accepted. God, he did not want to do this. Taking clients began to feel empty once he got to know you. You payed attention to him, and not just his dick. All he wanted to do right now was hold you and watch a movie, despite not knowing what that felt like with you.

It wasn't something he entirely enjoyed, being a hooker. After a while, his dick became desensitized, and he found it a little harder to be in the moment. Yet, unless he wanted to be eating ramen and tatties for every meal, he didn't really have another option. If he had a documented job, he'd lose his disability check.

So here he was, at a hotel, waiting for her. He dressed in black slacks with a white dress shirt, the first few buttons loose. He had popped a viagra, already knowing that it was gonna be near impossible to get hard with her behavior. When she opened the door with a drawn out, high pitched,

"Heyyy"

He exhaled and gave a fake, yet convincing, smile and prepared for what'd to come. Hopefully he'd be able to just bend her over, so he doesn't have to look in her eyes, pillow shoved in her face so he can barely hear her and just pretend she's you.

This was going to be a long night, but at least you were at the end of it.

[beatrixst0nehill]

Alice rubbed her belly, flaunting her pregnant form eagerly. "Soooo, this is very exciting. H-Hey guys, surprise! I'm pregnant.... My parents basically gave me an ultimatum. Either detransition or start pumping out kids. Like.... I was thinking of just detransing, like what trans girl doesn't pump her cock thinking of that??? But I chickened out and said I wanted to start breeding! Granted, I was bringing home a new guy or three.... or five.... basically every night. And my parents had to listen to me giggle and moan and get my fat, girly ass pounded for hours, all the while having to deal with the walls shaking and hearing their spoiled princess get spanked and smacked around. I think they really regret talking me into transitioning but it's too late now!

I actually received an already-pregnant womb. Allegedly I'm six months along but I've only had this womb for three months. The hospital got it out of some ditzy college girl who was testing experimental fuck machines. A student cranked it up when she was testing it on her ass and it scrambled her guts. Soooo, lucky me? Is this big for six months? I feel like it is. My doctors assured me everything is normal and it's becoming very common for trans girls to become breeders!

There is one teeny tiny problem. So, they gave me a choice when daddy brought me in to get my womb. Either they don't do anything and my belly just gets bigger and bigger with no birth canal until the hospital scoops me off the street to give me a C-section, or they give me a birth canal. I thought the first answer sounded a bit scary. Apparently it's pretty popular and really exciting for the girls to see how long they can last without getting dragged to the ER and having their kids scooped out. I asked for a birth canal. Ummm, let me just show you."

Alice removed her baggy skirt, lifting her cock with great heft, hanging down to her knees. She slapped it onto the table in front of her camera. It was even thicker than her upper arms, totally swollen, with a gorgeous head the size of her fist and the color of her lips, its urethra drooling precum. "Look at this!" Alice stroked her cock, reaching forward, slipping four fingers into it with ease. "Oh fuck, it feels so good! Look, I can fist my cock! I may or may not be encouraging guys to fuck it, too....... My balls are gigantic, too. How am I supposed to stay a girl with balls the size of grapefruits??? Ugh, I swear I must cum a gallon a day at least, it's unbearable how bad my erections get after only an hour or two without sex or masturbating. I'm told it's a similar level of horniness to most cis pregnant girls. Hurray, I guess?

I am also on very high doses of estrogen to keep my hormones in check, but still! My cock used to be like five inches, and my balls were like marbles. My doctor says they're almost finished growing but I'm not sure I believe him. Either way us trans girls with wombs are apparently kept pregnant by the state. I thought I'd have to go out and get fucked but nope! I have no choice. I'll be kept pregnant forever now, forced to push as many kids as possible out of my 'birthing shaft' as they call it. Since technically it's too big to actually fuck girls with. Doesn't stop them from trying. I get soooo many pregnant girls who excitedly approach me, feeling my belly, asking how far along I am, or to see how swollen my pussy looks, only to lift my dress or skirt and they gasp..... Then these girls take it as a challenge, trying to suck it, stroking it, bending over and begging me to 'try my hardest to ram it in their holes'. It's kinda fun getting so much attention from girls all of a sudden but it's exhausting, too. And I'm only six months? How do girls walk with such giant bellies???

Oh well, another four months or so until the big day. I'll definitely be filming it. Hopefully my cock can withstand pushing out so many kids. I can't wait to try! I feel like even at this side my poor cock might burst trying to do this but I promise to put on a good show either way! I love being pregnant, and hopefully this is the first of many more! ❤️"

[bunnylove369]

Reflections

EJ x Fem Reader Smut

This is heavily inspired by the Maze of Mirrors scene in Haunting Adeline by H.D. Carlton

Warnings: Smut, Hardcore smut, Predator and Prey, chasing, Non-Con/Dub-Con, scared reader, EJ is a demon, mentions of blood, cat and mouse duet, etc…

Smut under cut

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“I’m so tired! I can’t walk another step without fainting!” Your dramatic friend yelled in the background from behind you, you wave towards a curb about ten feet away, “Go and sit down, I don’t want to drag you with me.” You added, your own legs feeling like jelly as you trudged along towards the House of Mirrors.

The House of Mirrors had always been one of your favorite places to go to when you want a thrill, and is almost like an escape room, with its winding paths and confusing corridors, the reflections only adding to its difficulty and edgy feelings. It is one of the most popular buildings at the fair you go to every year, and they fill up the whole thing with mirrors.

The Maze is painted blood red, no other colors to fill up the void, and you couldn’t deny the edginess that added onto it. It feels almost serene for a moment- and then you enter the maze and it’s super trippy.

It takes all but three minutes before you are completely lost within its walls, you keep your hands before your face to prevent yourself from face planting into one of the gazillion mirrors. Your heart rate is pumping erratically, the feeling of being watched almost undeniable, and then you hear faint breathing in the distance, and you just brushed it off thinking it’s some kid just coming in to have some fun.

Just as you feel that you are almost out of the maze, you hear a dark, almost inhuman chuckle from far behind you. Your adrenaline spikes, your heart pounding in your ears as you hear the breathing coming closer and closer. You swallow hard, your throat bobbing from the sudden constrict of the muscle, the feeling of being watched multiplied times ten. Finding your way past another mirror, you continue on again.

“Dollface”. The sound seems to echo throughout each crevice, the vibrations jumping from one mirror to the next. Your face goes pale, not completely sure if it’s your imagination or reality. Someone is actually here with you, and from the growl in their voice, whatever they want, must not be good. Taking deep breaths you force yourself to keep going, despite the fear shaking your limbs.

“Where are you, dollface?” You let out an audible gasp, the gravelly voice becoming closer by the second. Another deep chuckle ensues, your limbs turning to jelly as you attempt to move quicker, your breathing picking up tenfold as you try to keep out of reach from whatever this thing was. ‘It’s just fucking with you, y/n.’ You think to yourself, attempting to calm your racing heart.

It’s when you speed your pace up that you get your first glance at whatever this thing was. And it was big. It had grey skin, and wore a blue mask with tar dripping from its sockets. You freak out, quickly whipping your head around, slapping your face with your hair in the process, your body becoming ice as you see it come around the corner, tilting its head at your scared face.

“Where is your little friend?” It asked, your heart becoming ice as it came closer and closer, your bones locking in place, keeping you from moving a single inch. “Are you going to hurt me?” You asked, fear laced into your voice as you start to slowly back away from it. “Yes.” It says back, a deep feeling of dread spreading through your limbs as you attempt to gather yourself, despite the fact that you are vulnerable to whatever this thing was.

“You better run.” It growled out, “If I catch you, I get to do whatever I want to you, dollface.” Your body suddenly creeps out of its trance, your limbs going into overload as you break into a sprint, your hands still in front of your face in case you bump into a mirror. Then all of a sudden, you feel it, cold hands clamp around your throat. It hadn’t even been 5 minutes before it caught you, your pathetic little human body too slow for his demonic one. “I caught you.” It taunts, its tongue, or tongues, coming out to lick the shell of your ear as his hands constrict around your throat more, leaving you begging for oxygen.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you.” He added, a breathy, deep chuckle emanating from behind his mask, the object just making his voice that much deeper.

I’ll post the other part upon request! My brain and poor fingers could only handle so much typing at a time!

[paperstorm]

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From Somewhere in a Song chapter 12, posting tomorrow :)

“I have a bit of a treat for you tonight, Birmingham,” Carlos tells the buzzing crowd that stretches out before him in the theater. “Something we haven’t done yet on this tour, but something that if you scream really loudly about it maybe we could do again after tonight.”

He grins, the roar of their cheers and applause even louder than he’s expecting. Carlos isn’t used to this, yet – when he takes out his in-ears to really soak it all up, the crowds on this tour are utterly ear-splitting. It vibrates in Carlos’s chest and hurts his head; it’s a rush he’s not sure he ever will be used to.

“Ooh, what could it be?!” Judd teases from Carlos’s right.

He laughs and turns to his lead guitarist. “You already know what it is.”

“I know that, I’m tryin’ to create an aura of suspense!” Judd returns, grinning at him.

From behind them, Mateo starts stomping on the pedal of his bass drum, chanting, “Tell them! Tell them! Tell them!”

Grace jumps and claps along to the beat, encouraging the audience to join in.

“Okay, will you pipe down and let me?” Carlos cries, grinning at Mateo over his shoulder. Turning back to the crowd, he coyly asks, “What would you say if I were to invite a special guest out here to play a little something with us?”

He receives a deafening round of woooos in response.

Louder, so he can be heard over the din despite the microphone amplifying his voice, he says, “And what would you say if that person was the kick-ass lead singer of a little band called Stranded?”

Carlos could jump and squeal and spin in an excited circle and it wouldn’t be a proportional reaction to the way the crowd nearly brings the roof caving in on top of them. On cue, TK steps out from the wings with his electric guitar, yelling back at the crowd even though they can’t hear him. He holds the guitar one-handed above his head like it’s a trophy, bicep bulging.

Clapping his hands, Carlos looks at TK and TK looks back, his smile so big that his eyes have almost disappeared into half crescent moons. A member of their crew hurries out after him with another microphone stand, setting it a few feet away from Carlos’s at the center of the stage. The room vibrates as his equipment is quickly set up, and then TK takes the mic off the stand and holds it up to his mouth.

Instead of addressing the crowd, he looks right at Carlos and puts on an air of faux outrage as he asks, “Little band?”

Carlos throws his head back in laughter. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Huge band, enormous band. The biggest band in the world, actually. Certified rock legend TK Strand is here with us tonight, ladies and gentlemen.”

The crowd whoops and TK nods and gestures dramatically with his free hand. “Thank you! That’s more like it.”

“Do you think you have time in your busy schedule of being a massive celebrity to play a song with us?” Carlos asks him.

TK dramatically pretends to think it over for a moment, tipping his head side to side as the audience screams, and then he nods. “Yeah, I think I can probably pencil you in.”

Carlos shakes his head, unable to take his eyes off TK even though they’re in a room full of nearly 2000 people. He feels a little bit like they’re all alone, just the two of them and nothing else in the entire universe. TK’s as bright as the sun when he’s this happy, shining and warm and irresistible.

“We thought we’d play something for you that’s, excuse the bad joke, a little bit country,” TK says, gesturing to Carlos, and then pointing to himself and beaming as the crowd laughs, “and a little bit rock’n’roll.”

“Would y’all be alright with that?” Carlos asks them, while his band sets themselves into place and they get an answer back that’s more that definitive.

TK turns to him, eyes glittering in the stage lights. He’s wearing eyeliner again, as he often does, and it frames the gorgeous seafoam green of his eyes so noticeably. Maybe one of these days, Carlos thinks, he’ll let TK put some makeup on him. Glitter like Paul often wears, something that would catch the light and make Carlos feel bold and daring.

TK nods a few times to the upcoming beat and then plucks out the opening notes, and Carlos bursts into exhilarated laughter when the crowd roars the second they recognize the song. Carlos plays with him, TK stepping closer to him and giving him a wink before he steps back again, putting his mouth up to the microphone he’d secured back it its stand.

“Big wheels keep on turnin', carry me home to see my kin,” he sings. The crowd sings with him and overtop of TK’s head Carlos catches sight of Judd gazing out in wonder at the audience, as if this moment is a very specific dream come true for him that Carlos never knew about. “Singin’ songs about the Southland. I miss Alabama once again, and I think it’s a sin.”

TK plays the interlude riff with Judd, grooving to the beat with him as Carlos steps into his own microphone, taking the second stanza like they’d rehearsed this afternoon. “Well, I heard Mr. Young sing about her. Well, I heard ol’ Neil put her down. Well, I hope Neil Young will remember …”

“Sing it with him!” TK shouts, and the crowd happily obliges.

Along with Carlos, they bellow, “A Southern man don’t need him around, anyhow!”

Laughing, Carlos catches TK’s eyes, his expression wild and happy and free. TK moves closer to him, stepping up and sharing Carlos’s microphone. He’s close enough for Carlos to smell him as together they sing, “Sweet home, Alabama. Lord, I’m comin’ home to you.”

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ENHYPEN Reactions II How They'd React When Jealous

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HEESEUNG: Scenario - You’re being friendly with a new male friend in the group chat.

You're both sat on the couch scrolling on your phones, relaxing and chatting on a group chat with other friends. Amongst those friends was a fairly new guy, during the conversation Heeseung began to notice the fact you and him seemed to chat the most within the group chat. He begins to silently sit there and side eye you on the couch before suddenly bombarding the group chat with messages and texting you privately more constant than usual. If you mentioned the guy again later, he'd casually shrug and mumble. "Yeah... he's cool, i guess."

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JAY: Scenario - You’re too impressed with another guy’s cooking skills.

You show Jay a photo your male friend sends you of the pasta he made for dinner, making a comment about how delicious it looked. He snorts and immediately heads over to the kitchen, pulling out pots and pans. "Oh, he made pasta? That's cute." He sarcastically remarks, next thing you know he's showing off in the kitchen - preparing a five-star meal just to prove he's way more impressive.

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JAKE: Scenario - You’re laughing way too much at another guy’s jokes.

He'd stand there beside you laughing along with you awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, but he would lowkey be sulking silently. Later, once you'd finish talking with him he'd wrap an arm around your waist and murmur sweetly beside your ear. "I love your laugh... but I love it best when I'm the reason for it."

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SUNGHOON: Scenario - Someone flirts with you during a fan event.

He would notice the guy trying to flirt with you during a fan event and even though he tries to save face and keep energetic for the fans he'd make a point to shoot glances in your direction every now and again, eyeing off the guy. He'd keep his expression blank, but you swear, if looks could kill... Later, after the event, he'd make a point to say, "You looked real happy talking to him," before casually holding your hand tighter than usual.

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SUNOO: Scenario - You keep complimenting another guy’s fashion sense.

He'd overhear you making a comment about another guys fashion sense, turns immediately and gives you a bewildered look - putting his hands on his hips. Immediately he begins to sass you, "You're not serious? You're impressed by his style?!" He'd then dramaticlly pose for you and say, "How could you possibly be impressed with anyone else when you get to see this everyday?"

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JUNGWON: Scenario - You’re being really nice to one of his members.

He'd watch you from afar as you converse and laugh comfortably with another member. He'd stay quiet and observe the two of you not wanting to come across as jealous because he knew he shouldn't feel that way, he trusted the two of you, but later after practice he'd nudge you and say pllayfully. "You're being extra nice to the boys today... should I be jealous?"

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NI-KI: Scenario - You keep watching another idol’s dance videos and saying how good they are.

The second you start mentioning the idol and their dancing he begins to watch the video over your shoulder, scoffing and making comments about how this move was easy to do to, how it looked impressive but it actually is really simple, what he'd add to make it better. Before long he just stands up, puffing out his chest and lifting his chin, immediately challenging you to a dance battle. He wanted to remind you who your favourite dancer really was. "You think he's cool? Watch this."

[crowsofdarkness]

Fallen: Chapter Three

-gif not mine. credit to owner-

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Fallen Angel! Female Reader.

Content Warnings: language, angst, fluff, kidnapping, violence.

Summary: The new Avengers recruit has many secrets, one of which Bucky is desperate to discover.

Authors Note: This is a little AU with Bucky! It will have six chapters! Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Tags: @that-blonde-girl @starfly-nicole @bookofriverr @civilbucky

“Faster!” 

“Harder!” 

“Come on, you can do better than that!” 

Sweat dripped from my forehead into my mouth, the salty bitterness stinging my tongue, and I let out deep breaths while trying to calm my beating heart. With a quick duck, I missed the oncoming punch, landing my own into the hard chest in front of me, not holding back my strength. 

With a smile to his face, he placed a hand on his chest. “That’s what I’m talking about.” 

I couldn’t help but snicker. “Please, don’t act like that actually hurt Captain America.” 

Steve laughed now and shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just glad that you’re not pulling your punches anymore.” 

Sensing a quick break in our training, I allowed myself to take a large drink of water, my heart rate coming down fast. 

“I don’t think you would allow another training session to continue like the first three,” I spoke honestly. 

“We both know what you’re capable of, Y/N. You don’t need to hide it from me; anything.” 

With his words, I stared Steve straight in the eyes, knowing exactly what he meant. I was hiding a big part of me from him, from everyone, only because I didn’t want the others around the compound to witness it. 

“I’m already the new kid around here. The last thing I need to be called is the freak,” I said. 

Steve sighed with his hands low on his hips. “No one thinks that.” 

“Really?” My brow raised while I held up my hand, fire spreading to the tips. “All I have to do is think about it and fire is in my hands.” 

With a tight fist now, the flames evaporated. “Don’t even get me started on the other thing.” 

Within the last few weeks, Steve had taken the job of training me, preparing me for becoming the newest member of the Avengers. At first I was very shut off about the whole idea but knew that if I wanted to continue having a place to live, I needed to at least try. 

Steve was very comforting from the start, allowing me time to warm up being around him, but as time went on he could immediately tell I was holding back. We both knew what power and strength I possessed but I was afraid of letting it be shown on full display. Tony and him had seen it one time but it was brief; they, along with others, didn’t see to the full extent of what I was capable of. 

An immense amount of pain spread throughout my spine and with a painful hiss, I grasped for the closest thing next to me. Which happened to be Steve’s arm. 

My powerful grip meant nothing to his super strength, my nails digging into his skin didn’t cause him to flinch an ounce. 

“When was the last time you let them out?” Steve wondered once the pain had subsided. 

“Not since you captured me,” I admitted. 

“No one is going to look at you differently, Y/N,” Steve reassured. 

“So what? I’m supposed to walk around the compound with my wings on full display?” I shrugged. 

“Even if it’s for a few seconds when no one is around. Keeping them in has caused you pain, Y/N. Is it even worth it?” 

“To stay alive, you fucking bet.” I nodded. 

Steve sighed, knowing no matter what he said that I wouldn’t change my mind. 

I used to be so strong before my sister was murdered. I would walk around with my wings spread wide, proud of the woman I had become over the centuries but now, it was different. 

As far as I knew, I was the last of my kin that fell centuries ago and knowing that I had a target on my head for the things on my back, I kept them hidden now. There was word on the street that Ivan was looking for me, wanting to skin my wings from me for a chunk of change. But the pain had become almost unbearable and I didn’t know what it could do if I continued to keep them hidden. 

“Same time tomorrow?” I questioned, changing the subject. 

Steve let out a breath and ran a hand over his face, the stubble on his chin no doubt tickling his palm. “I’m actually headed out on a mission for the next week so you’ll continue your daily training with someone else.” 

My brows knitted together. “Who?” 

He motioned behind me. “Speak of the devil.” 

Turning on my heels, my heart jumped in my throat when I saw who my new trainer was going to be. He leaned slightly against the entryway of the room, arms crossed over his chest. The vibranium arm shone bright in the light. 

“Hey Buck. I was telling Y/N that you’re going to be taking over for me for the next few sessions.” Steve spoke towards Bucky. 

Bucky, who was now standing a few feet in front of me, gave Steve a nod while sending a small smile my way. 

I couldn’t look him in his eyes, knowing what I know about our past. If he ever found out that I was sent to kill him all those years ago, I don’t think he would smile like that towards me. 

“Y/N?” 

“Hm?” I turned my attention towards Steve. 

“Don’t hold your punches with Bucky. He can handle anything you throw at him,” Steve reassured me. 

“Somehow I doubt that,” I muttered to myself, quickly giving them a small wave before leaving them to themselves. 

The nighttime cold wrapped around me as I stood on the rooftop of the compound letting the soft noises of the crickets and soft waves of the water behind the building ease my mind. Steve's words from earlier kept rattling around in my head. 

Let them out for a few minutes.

The choice weighed heavy on my shoulders, not knowing if it was the best one. The pain had become almost too much to handle, bringing me to my knees just a few moments ago. No one knew I was up here on the roof so no one would be able to see them so what could be the harm? 

Letting out a deep breath, I rolled back my shoulders and felt an almost euphoric feeling fill my veins when the wings spread wide around me. A few dead feathers fell around my feet and I cringed, knowing that it was from keeping them inside for a long period of time. 

They stretched far out and I did the same with my arms, fire spreading to the tips, and in those few moments I felt like myself again. Everything that was causing worries within me had vanished with this quiet solace. 

Steve had become a close friend of mine here, no one else bothered to spend even a minute to get to know me only because of these things on my back. There were countless lores of my kind, mostly evil and vile, so of course they wanted nothing to do with me. My kind was known for killing anyone in our way to get what we wanted or needed. We took control of the innocent in order to get the wealth that we had for centuries. 

However, with being the last of my kin on Earth, none of that mattered to me. I could go anywhere in the world with the simple flap of my wings, but I chose to stay here. I chose to try and better myself and make up for the past choices, hoping to right my wrongs. I also chose to stay here because I needed to make amends to one person who had no idea of what I could have done to him. 

Bucky wanted to get to know me because we shared the same past; being used as weapons for Hydra. I couldn’t allow myself to get close to him because I knew that once he did find out I was sent to kill him, the friendship he wanted would be nonexistent.

Which is why the nerves were high for our training sessions. If there was any way that we would become close, it would be during these sessions. 

With a quick sigh, I brought my wings back, the skin of my shoulder blades melting together and once again I was normal as the people beneath my feet. 

Well, almost normal. 

[hex800020]

Fic Rec (GEN):

Most of these are Jason or Tim-centric (bc I play favorites), and almost all (if not all) are tagged angst/comf and happy end.

The ones with a 🩷 are my faves.

Series:

Displacement — GEN • Ongoing series (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “Highly recommend reading this in order.”

How Jason makes his way back to the family and, later on, how Damian joins.

Shutterbug — GEN • Series (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️)

Tim makes a living “selling” intel and crucial clues to Batman—until one day, he gets caught in the middle when his parents’ criminal activities come to light.

Jason & Dick:

how lonely to be something that nothing wants to kill — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️)

Jason passively tried to off himself, but Dick got there in time.

🩷The guilt never left, you know — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️)

While patrolling Crime Alley, Nightwing finds Red Hood being tortured. He saves him and takes him to one of his safe houses, but the newspapers pinned to the walls stir up some old wounds.

Sickening Succession — GEN • 2 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “If they just said what they were thinking, 80% of their problems would disappear.”

Two scenes:

• Dick is down bad, and Jason!Robin helps him

• RH!Jason is down bad, and Dick helps him (fever, hallucinations, the works)

Reciprocation — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️)

Dick calls Jason because he got food poisoning and needs help. (From the Displacement series.)

citrusy sweetness — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️)

Dick peels oranges for Jason because Jason sucks at it.

Under The Shadows — GEN • 8 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “Loved the drama and the resolution, but some parts were kinda meh.”

Jason is going feral through Gotham looking for revenge, but he doesn’t want to hurt Tim. Fear toxin gets involved. Dick attempts a self-patatiar.

Two Years Dead — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️)

Grave Pretender but from Dick’s POV.

Two Robins in the Hand — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️)

Dick and Jason turn back into their younger Robin selves.

I’d give you my lungs (so you could breathe) — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “God, I just want world peace and for everyone to be happy.”

Dick randomly shows up at Jason’s place one day, and Jason realizes there’s a lot of stuff he doesn’t remember from his past—like how they once went skiing together.

Glue the wound, my suture’s split — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️)

Dick finds out Red Hood is Jason.

Jason & Tim:

🩷 Red Hood’s Guide to Adoption — GEN • 46 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “I’m gonna vomit hearts.”

Red Hood tries to kill Tim for being “corrupt” (Tim is a fresh “orphan teenage CEO”) but ends up getting attached and starts looking after him like a little brother. (Later, he makes up with Dick and B)

And I Will Be Your Safety — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “Who hasn’t kidnapped their sibling at least once?”

Tim is overworking himself (CEO life) and straight-up asks Jason to kidnap him.

🩷 Robin is Magic — GEN • 3 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “I cried like 100 times.”

RH meets civilian Tim (photographer mode), then later attacks the Tower and realizes that Tim (the photographer) is actually Robin/Timothy Drake.

The Moment After — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “It’s the ending.”

Part 2 of Robin is Magic

A Meditation on Railroads — GEN • 5 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “It’s good, has some slow parts, but the last two chapters are gold.”

Tim’s dad leaves him in Atlanta, 800 miles away from Gotham, so he just starts walking because he thinks no one wants him… Jason finds out and tags along.

Middle Children Must Unionize — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “I wish it had another chapter.”

Jason realizes no one gives a damn about Tim, so he fixes the problem himself.

Do Not, Under Any Circumstances, Wake Him Up — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️)

Robin!Tim falls asleep, and RH won’t let anyone wake him up (they’re in a warehouse where RH is planning some raids).

Finding the Line — GEN • 36 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “Some plot moments are amazing, but it gets kinda heavy at times.”

Jason (learning to control the Pit) notices Tim has bruises (post-Tower, post-recently deciding not to kill).

Tbh, there are like four different arcs—at one point, Tim has selective mutism.

Green-Eyed Monster — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️)“It’s good, but we go from pure hatred to eternal love in like five seconds.”

RH finds his replacement (Robin!Tim) in Crime Alley after he got hit with Scarecrow’s fear gas… friend or foe? (Part 2 of An Excuse.)

Displacement — GEN • 5 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️)

Tim almost kills a man, but Jason makes sure he is the one to do it so Tim doesn’t have to carry the guilt. (From the Displacement series.)

Aftershock — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “I love how Tim is even more messed up than me.”

Tim is deep in PTSD mode after shooting someone and ruining the “no killing” truce between Jason and Bruce. (From the Displacement series.)

Tourniquet — GEN • 5 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “I love how Tim is even more messed up than me x2.”

Tim realizes Jason, Dick, and Bruce are getting along well enough that he isn’t really needed anymore. (From the Displacement series.)

🩷 Combustion — GEN • 5 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️)“10000/10, I’d read this forever.”

Jason gets hit with fear toxin and ends up trapped underground in a vault with Tim… no signal, no one knows where they are. (From the Displacement series.)

Battered But Loved — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️)

Tim tells Jason he’s happy he’s alive—because literally no one else has said it since he came back.

Buttercup — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️)

Tim gets buried alive, and only Jason hears his calls for help.

Bruce Trying to Be a Good Dad:

Don’t Look Back, Them Days Are Gone — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️)

Jason returns to the manor with Damian, and Talia tries to kill him for kidnapping her baby bird.

A Grave Filled With Books — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “Oh, I’m gonna cry.”

Batman is late to patrol with Red Hood because Bruce was at a parent-teacher meeting… Jason realizes Bruce has changed.

Collar Bones Begin to Crack — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️)

Batman and Robin!Damian return to the Cave just as Jason is working on a case… brings back some memories.

🩷 Fallback — GEN • 4 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “Dick yelling at a sick, childish Jason is peak comedy and comfort.”

Jason has an absolute nightmare of a night—on the verge of hypothermia, multiple injuries… and Batman finds him. (From the Displacement series.)

An Excuse — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “It’s so cute.”

Tim gets hit with fear gas and takes the chance to ask for affection without seeming weird or childish.

Aces High and Cigarettes — GEN • 2 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “It’s so sweet… and concerning.”

Jason hires people to kidnap and bury him alive… sort of a shock therapy thing.

Bury Me Face Down — GEN • 7 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️)

Every time Jason dies, he wakes up in his grave (as his 15-year-old self) and tries to do things differently.

🩷 Five Stages of Immeasurable Anguish — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “I have to recommend this, it’s a gem.”

Jason wakes up buried alive (again), but this time he has comms with the Batfam. Who’s panicking more? (The one-shot.)

Grave Pretender — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “LMAO, this is amazing, they’re all dramatic as hell.” “It’s Under the shadows , but a comedy.”

Jason, full theater kid mode, pretends to be his just-crawled-out-of-the-grave self to haunt his family

Other Recs:

A Bespoke Tuxedo His Only Armor — GEN • 1 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “It’s angsty but cute.”

Tim gets shot by Damian while they’re both in civilian mode and is lowkey on his last breath.

Tim Drake Spoiled Brat. (I’m sorry dad) — GEN • 16/? (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “Bro, is therapy illegal in Gotham??”

Tim dies at 17 and reincarnates into his younger self. This time, he tries to save the Bats from most of their trauma so they can actually be a family… but he is screwed because he thinks everything is his fault or some shit

🩷 Burning Ashes - The Rise of a Phoenix – GEN • 10/20 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “Only downside? It’s not finished.”

Jason reincarnates (as what seems to be Dick’s bastard kid with some random lady), and at five years old, he kills the Joker. Batman catches him and takes him in… but Jason remembers everything, is pissed about it, and also super traumatized (bc, y’know, he has the psyche of a five-year-old)

Cards on the table – GEN • 30 (⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️) “This is hilarious.”

Tim’s parents faked their deaths and just ditched him, so, in his totally mature 16-year-old wisdom, he starts scamming Gotham’s elite by pretending to be a “psychic” (he just stalks people and makes probability guesses based on the profiles he built on them).

The Waynes hire him, and dude just keeps digging himself deeper (he knows their identities)

“When Tim went out to do what he liked to call research, but what was probably legally classified as stalking, he had to be careful” (Ch. 4)

[according2thelore]

ageswap!au, continuation of these two things.

"i used to daydream about dying," dean blurts.

as soon as he fucking says it, he wants to swallow the words back down. his only excuse is that he is absolutely smashed, sam actually letting him drink tonight, in light of it all.

sure, dean's nineteen, and sam is always super uptight about his "normal" milestones, but considering dean's eternal soul is about to be dragged into hell in five months, sam's been letting him have some allowances.

it's a quiet night, pulled over in a mid-size town a few hours outside of davenport. their motel is right next to the highway, and dean can hear the swish of cars and the rumble of motors as they speed past their despondent tableau.

dean's big brother doesn't even look at him for a long moment, both hands tight around his beer bottle on his bed, shoes and jacket still on like a nutcase.

dean thinks it's because he's going out tonight, but he doesn't know where sam even has to go. maybe that's why he said it. another weak, selfish grab for attention. trying to get sam to stay. he takes another swig of his beer. it tastes like a granary's armpit.

dean is slumped against the motel table, the bottle opener and the graveyard of bent bottle caps litter the formica surface.

sam's tilted away from him, and dean can't tear his eyes away from him, even has dean's shoulders relax. yeah. he must not have heard him.

"what?" sam says, and dean's stomach seizes, almost a full six pack of cheap ass beer about to make a reappearance. dean's heard his big brother sound like that maybe four times in his entire life, and he'd be happy to never hear it again. the last memory he has of it, he was crawling back to consciousness while their dad lay dead on the floor.

"nothin'," dean babbles, taking another swig, and almost forgetting to swallow before he talks again. "i just...y'know. i just meant."

sam turns to look at him, movements slow. his eyes are sunken, cheeks hollow, and he has aged decades in the time since they popped the first tin cap off of these bottles. dean wants to leave. he needs to get the fuck out of here. but sam's implacable eyes pin him to the bed, and dean swallows thickly.

"y'know. i mean. you and dad used to fight. and fight and fight and fight. it never ended." dean closes his mouth so he doesn't emit a nauseous belch directly in sam's direction. "the only thing you'd ever get along over was me. sometimes."

sam doesn't react. his eyes are as hollow and blank as they have been since they pulled over to sleep a few hours ago.

"y'know." dean chuckles awkwardly, forced. "in--in my head, you'd always. i don't know. i'd save your asses on a hunt or s'mthing. you'd both uh. shake your fists at the sky and rue the day and agree to get along and be a. i don't know. a team."

dean tries to grin viciously, for effect, but it feels rubbery on his cheeks.

"avenge me good and bloody, y'know?" sam still doesn't react, so dean continues, "and of course i'd be like 'i told you so.' in my halo or whatever."

sam's eyes slide right past dean, over his shoulder, like dean isn't even there. dean's starting to feel defensive, starting to feel annoyed. sam hasn't let him out of his sight, but dean can feel him already pulling away. sam has to have dean within arms' distance, but can't look at him for longer than a few minutes at a time.

maybe it'd be easier that way. can't be too torn up about your baby brother in hell if you try to forget you even have one. or if you barely care he exists.

"it'd keep me busy while y'all were going at it." bitter. too bitter. dean takes another large swallow of his drink. too large. he chokes on it a little bit and coughs, taking another swallow. "anyway. it's ironic. my death won't even bring y'all together anymore. 'swhy i mentioned it."

sam's eyes slide back to his face, dazed, but his blank expression doesn't so much as twitch.

whatever.

dean doesn't say that these fantasties often had sam pulling dean's tragically limp body into his arms and wailing, peppering dean's hairline with kisses like he hadn't done since dean was young enough to be picked up. he'd haul dean into his lap and curse at the sky, big wet tears hitting dean's cheeks. maybe he'd try to give dean CPR. maybe it would be raining. regardless, it'd be very cinematic.

maybe dean would jump between dad and a werewolf claw, or shove sam out of the way of a drowner's grasping hand. his favourite, though, was blowing up a building with a bunch of ghost artifacts. it'd be over quick, he'd save both of them, and he'd kill a bunch of sons-of-bitches with him. it'd be very die hard. or independence day. very cool, is what dean's saying.

in that particular scenario, sam didn't get to wail over his body, but hey. nothing's perfect.

sam jerks to life, suddenly, but it's just to put his beer on the nightstand woodenly. he turns, rising. his knees creak and crack. he's twenty-three, too young for his bones to sound like that. dean realizes, as he stands, that sam hadn't even taken his wallet or keys out of his pockets. he just sat down in his heavy coat, three layers of shirts, jeans, boots, and all.

dean's palms break out in a cold sweat as sam approaches him, hands limp at his sides. dean's hand spasms around the warm beer bottle, mouth opening but unsure what to say.

sam's close enough to smell now, warm sweat and leather and outside air and that unique something that makes dean's brain light up like a switchboard.

dean's ready to say it, he has the two words on his tongue sitting pretty like a gift: i'm sorry, and is trying to get his throat moving. dean looks up at his big brother, feeling five years old again, as sam's bangs shadow his eyes and make the hulking outline of him blot out the light of the lamp completely.

sam doesn't look at dean when he falls to his knees, the sharp thuds of his knees slamming into thin, worn motel carpet over the concrete foundation making dean jolt in reflex pain.

dean's heart shoots up into his throat, but his brain doesn't even have time to process the image of sam on his knees, or the implications that have haunted dean since he first saw his first pair of work boots sticking the wrong way out underneath a truck stop bathroom door stall.

because sam leans forward, into dean's open knees, and wraps his arms around dean's middle. sam's so big, and dean is so not, that he touches his own armpits. he buries his head deep in dean's stomach, so deep that he can probably feel dean's heartbeat thudding against his temple.

sam's been doing everything he can to pack pounds on dean since they reunited, and succeeded on moving dean up a weight class, but dean is still more wiry than bulky. dean can feel it now when sam's entire hand spans his waist. dean was reckless with his money when dad wasn't around, and lived for about a month on nothing but gas station slim jims and energy drinks. it was only in the few months before dad's disappearance that they found a way to keep doing their credit card scams after the nationwide crackdown on fraud. dean had been eating three hamburgers a day when he finally showed his face through sam's window, but sam still got onto him about eating "actual food."

and clearly, the time with dean has been doing some good to sam, too.

dean's thighs are awkwardly spread around his big brother's bulk, a few inches underneath his arms. he can feel the shift of sam's growing muscles underneath the thin, sensitive skin of his inner thighs. dean's arms are raised high like he's wading through waist-deep water, and afraid to get his arms wet. he can't see sam's face, only feel his slow, shuddering breaths against the sliver of his bare stomach that sam bared when he slid his arms around dean.

he awkwardly puts the bottle on the table, so dazed that he puts it on top of one of the bottle caps and the bottle tips over, right off of the table, and spraying its last few mouthfuls over the carpet. the bottle rolls, and rolls, and hits the metal leg of sam's bed.

dean puts a hand on sam's hair, confused.

and sam begins to cry.

his chest heaves, once, and dean hears the high, wheezing whine of his lungs as they squeeze around a wail. sam's face is so warm, nose so hot that it takes a second for dean to distinguish between the wet, hot gasps of his breath and the feeling of dripping tears, soaking into dean's shirt.

dean blinks down at his big brother, in his arms, in his lap. dean's frozen. something roiling and sickly and nauseating makes his stomach twist, as sam tries to burrow his way into dean's abdominal cavity.

sam used to let him play with his hair for hours when he was younger, dean twisting the strands between his pointer finger and thumb. sam asked a girl at school to teach him how to braid hair, and he came home and showed dean one night. dean pshaw-ed and called it girly shit, but would braid little plaits into sam's shaggy hair before unravelling it, for hours. from when dean was seven to thirteen, he'd often wake up with strings of sam's hair in his fist, half-braided. dean can only think of that, now, as sam shakes apart in his lap, and dean's fingers twist through limp, greasy hair.

it's pathetic to hear and see sam sob, in the truest, purest definition of the word. it's pathetic in the way a sick, mewling puppy is, in the way a child lost in a park is, in the way a lone person sitting in a graveyard is.

sam has always been bigger than life--dean's perfect, brilliant, beautiful, strong, brave big brother. sam taught him how to tie his shoes and how to throw a punch and how to love a world that has taken so much.

and sam sits at his feet and wails. it feels like something dean should've never been allowed to see. it feels like finding out swayze and grey hated each other the entire time. it feels like stripping the beloved exterior of an animatronic off and seeing all of the inhumane, mechanical pieces that make it up. like finding out batman is just some scared guy in a mask.

dean bends over sam's body, making a cave out of his torso for sam's head, and wrapping his arms around the top of his back. sam grapples for him desperately, one of his arms coming up to go around dean's back and hold him there, so they're pressed together like two 'c's.

"it's okay, sammy." dean says, brokenly.

his body hurts. his mouth tastes like shit. he's exhausted, and he's sweaty, and his head is spinning from too much terrible beer, too fast. dean's in the middle of nowhere, iowa, and the room smells like old cigarettes and lonely sex. and dean's an orphan, at nineteen. and the only other person in the whole world that cares if he lives or dies is in his lap, sobbing like the world is ending.

his eyes burn, and before he knows it, dean is crying, too. he tries to keep his breath even, letting burning, acidic tears roll out of the corners of his eyes, and onto his crossed arms.

sam's hands shake against dean's sides, his fists balling until he's holding handfuls of dean's shirt, that's actually sam's. dean stole it out of his duffle earlier, instead of taking a shower.

dean moves so one of his hands is completely flat on sam's back, and feels the bones that make his brother up, the calcium and marrow and collagen. feels how his bones grind together and separate as he gasps dean in, the smell of sam's shirt on dean's skin.

dean quickly wipes a tear before it can fall onto sam's shirt. he doesn't want sam to know that he's crying. he doesn't want sam to know that he's scared shitless. he doesn't want sam to know that he's barely holding it together. he never thought he'd last long, but dying a few months after his twentieth birthday makes him shake and quail and feel ice-cold adrenaline down to his toes.

sam doesn't need to know that. sam might get angry again. sam had already been through the anger stage, and dean can't die if his big brother is angry at him. he just can't. and dean also doesn't want sam blaming himself, which he will if dean falls apart now.

dee, dee, dee, sam mutters into his stomach, more teeth than human speech. it sounds like a death groan, the last breaths of a battlefield body. dean had snapped at him a year ago for saying it, when sam had tried to wrap an arm around him in his apartment complex's parking lot, his girlfriend upstairs. don't call me that. dee is a chubby twelve-year-old, he spat.

it chokes another few tears out of him, and he aches to be a little boy again, the one that sam would run out of first grade to swoop up in his arms and swing around. he tries to picture himself at age six, wants to shake him by the shoulders and tell him to take more time, because he only has fourteen years left.

dean wipes the tears away again, harsher this time, and it makes his eyes burn. the pain sharpens his gaze a little, and sam, head still buried in dean's stomach, lets loose a lung-rending wail. his arms tighten, and he holds dean impossibly closer, their bones grinding together uncomfortably.

dean inhales sharply, trying to chase his snot away. he swallows thickly, and clears his throat.

tears are over.

he'll have time to be scared later. for a long time, dean can be as scared as he wants. sam has been brave for dean for nineteen years. dean can be brave for sam for five more months.

he pets down sam's back, his sides, sliding soothing fingers into his hair, like sam used to do when he had a fever.

"it's okay, sammy," dean murmurs, as sam trembles apart underneath his palms. dean's voice doesn't shake. not even a little. "it's going to be okay."

[williceunleashed]

Finally settled on 6 pokémons for Dardanne's full team !!!

More infos under the cut ! (TW for previously abused pokémons, Plasma brainwashing. They are all better now, it's a story about healing :)))

Context : Dardanne's current job involves taking care of pokémons who were hurt by Plasma (or otherwise abusive trainers), to heal them, care for them, and get them to be either released or given to a new caring trainer. Dardanne is still very much suffering from the Plasma brainwashing. He rarely uses his pokémons for battle, as he follows N's ideals of limiting "pokémons suffering" as much as possible. In-between BW1 and BW2, he only battles if needed, or if his pokémons manage to communicate that they wish to battle simply for the fun of it, in which case he was battle with them but still feel guilty about them being potentially hurt.

He only starts using his team to battle "for fun" once N returns and confirms that his views on battling have changed, and when N actually translates Dar's pokémons' will to battle. Post BW2, N and Dardanne go to fight every single gym leader over again so that Dardanne can win the badges for himself. N follows along, this time just for fun, and to associate new happy memories to traveling throughout Unova instead of his memories of Plasma and Ghetsis.

Dardanne tried to release most one of his pokémons at some point, and only chose to keep them if he felt like it genuinely made the pokémons happier.

Dardanne also named all of his pokémons in Kalosian as it is his mother tongue !

Aster (Mienshao) : Dardanne mains Aster ! When Dardanne's Politoed died of old age, Dardanne got into a really dark place. Rood offered him a pokémon egg to help him grieve and redirect his attention on something else. A baby mienfoo ended up hatching from the egg. Aster usually runs around the house and the nearby forest, fighting other pokémons just for fun, which is how he got to evolve. Dardanne did give Aster the choice to be released in the wild despite having him since his birth, but Aster chose to stay with Dardanne. Aster is cheeky and mischievious, but good-hearted. He is Dardanne's "ace".

Duvet (Minccino) (meaning "soft fur" or "fluff") : Duvet is the first pokémon Dardanne rescued. Originally, Duvet was meant to be released, as he had been captured by a very uncaring trainer and had been taken away from said-trainer from his safety. Duvet was very agressive with humans, meaning he couldn't be given to another trainer. However, after being allowed to roam around Dardanne's house and noticing Aster and Dardanne's positive interactions, Duvet began relaxing a bit. When Dardanne attempted to release Duvet, Duvet followed him back home. Several times. Therefore Dardanne accepted the new tenant.

Duvet is very agressive with almost every human, except maybe young children, and Dardanne. Yes, Duvet did try to beat up most people, including but not limiting to Rood, Bianca, Gray, Cheren, Alder, N, and Dardanne himself in the beginning. Duvet is Dardanne's strongest pokémon with Aster and is a menace to society.

Galet (Boldore) (meaning "pebble") : Galet was a small, timid and fearful roggenrola who was stolen by Team Plasma in BW1. Despite looking for her original trainer, no one came to retrieve her. With her scared and timid behavior, her survival in the wild was uncertain, so Dardanne decided to keep her around longer than normally expected. Roggenrolas being seen as "common" and "boring" pokémons, no trainer adopted her. In the end, Galet ended up creating a strong bond with Dardanne. When it came time to release her, Galet chose to stay with Dardanne. Like Aster, Galet was able to evolve by going out in the forest and engaging in battles on her own.

Galet loves pokémon battles, but she is very much afraid of humans. She will run and hide under the table or behind the couch when a new face shows up. She loves cuddles, which is a bit awkward for a living rock, but Dardanne still gladly showers her with love.

Galet is also quite small for a boldore !

Sable (Crustle) (meaning "sand") : Sable was a crustle rescued from Team Plasma. The goal was to slowly readapt him to humans, to have him be either released or given to a new trainer. Sable was very agressive to humans, which meant his recovery was slow and complicated, as he wouldn't allow humans near him. Sable attacked Dardanne several times, but with Dardanne never retaliating, Sable came to understand that he was not in any danger. Like Galet and Duvet, Sable chose to stay with Dardanne instead of being released. Nowadays, Sable is still very wary of humans, but won't be agressive as long as Dardanne is around him to reassure him.

Sable is playful and enjoys following Dardanne around. He usually waits for a human or a pokémon to sit on his ''shell'', and then he runs around the house or the garden at full speed with his new passenger on his back. He is quite the prankster.

Sable is an unusually small crustle. His owner was never found, so it was theorized that they were either a tourist who had returned home, or that they had passed away.

Coton (Braviary) (meaning "cotton") : Dardanne actually found Coton as a rufflet in the nearby forest. The rufflet seems strangely calm for an usually pretty agressive pokémon. Dardanne found him very cute and fed him a few pokésnacks. After that, Coton followed him home and refused to leave, and kept entering Dardanne's house through the cat-door. Despite Dardanne trying to release Coton back into the wild several times (because at the time he was still thinking that pokémons were happier without humans around them), Coton always came back. Dardanne ended up giving up and taking Coton in.

Coton is abnormally friendly for a braviary. He enjoys being petted and carried around, even once he evolved and became much bigger and more imposing. Coton was actually trained by Dardanne once Dar started battling and that is how he got to evolve.

Coton is bigger than a normal braviary !

Sucre (Zebstrika) (meaning "sugar") : Sucre is Dardanne's most recent pokémon. Sucre was another victim of Team Plasma and was a stolen blitzle. Dardanne took him in to progressively readapt him to human contact, while Rood looked for his original trainer. Sucre was extremely agressive, and there's a high chance that instead of being stored with all the other stolen pokéballs in the Castle, Sucre was directly used by Plasma and the grunts to battle.

Sucre slowly came around, mainly because he witnessed the positive interactions between Dardanne and his pokémons. Sucre ended up accepting treats, and soon enough he tolerated being petted for a bit. Sucre's trainer was found, but Sucre chose to stay with Dardanne instead of going back to his trainer. Dardanne felt horrible for Sucre's trainer, but because of his blind devotion for N's ideals, he had to make Sucre's happiness his priority, and so he decided to keep Sucre as his own. Sucre is actually quite soft and friendly once he trusts someone. He loves battling, but distrusts humans in general.

Sucre was also trained by Dardanne once Dar started battling and that is how he got to evolve.

[endlesslyhyperfixating]

Richie Jeromovich might just have the best character arc in The Bear, and I’ll die on that hill. Like, season one Richie? That man was a mess. Loud, defensive, constantly posturing like he had everything figured out when, in reality, he was barely holding it together. And the thing is, you can tell he’s not a bad guy—he’s just stuck. Stuck in the past, stuck in his grief over Mikey, stuck in his idea of who he’s supposed to be. Stuck in his "Delicate fuckin' ecosystem"

It’s frustrating because you see the potential, but he’s his own worst enemy at first. All the way up until the season one finale, and even into season two he's slow to his journey of self actualization. He's slow to growth.

Then we get Forks. Oh my god. Watching Richie get thrown into that fine-dining hellscape and, instead of fighting it like you’d expect and like he initially does, actually leaning in? That’s growth. That’s what self-improvement actually looks like—getting uncomfortable, learning from people who know more than you, and deciding to take yourself seriously.

He thought- and somehow still while being there in that environment - that Carmen sent him there to fuck him over, but eventually he realized that wow, this place actually made him. And it can make Richie too

Him clocking how much care and pride those chefs put into every single task? Watching him learn how to be of service rather than just taking up space? And let’s be real, he looked good as hell in that suit.

But what really kills me about Richie’s arc is how he doesn’t just grow—he actively seeks out ways to keep growing. He starts throwing out words like actionable when he’s writing down his non-negotiables in season three because this man is not just thinking about what he wants—he’s thinking about how to make it happen. Even if it's bothersome to Carmy, but let's be for real, Carmen had his regression all of season three (but that's a rant for another time.)

Richie, of all people, talking about actionable goals? The same dude who used to spend his days ranting about kids not respecting Al Capone? That’s insane growth.

And peep how he STAYS calling Carmen out on his toxicity too? Although they both said shitty things in their season two finale fight in the fridge, Richie knows Carmen's on edge and even being indirectly aware of Carmen's repeating trauma and abusive cycles.

And then there’s the way he handles Carmy. He could have gone back to their usual screaming matches(which hey, they still kinda do because they still be "fuck you"-ing each other) , but no—Richie actually calls him out. He tells Carmy the truth, tells him he’s hurting people, tells him to stop acting like he’s alone in everything. And that’s the Richie we saw glimpses of all along—the one who gives a shit. He doesn’t just want to be better for himself; he wants to be better for the people around him.

Richie’s growth isn’t linear, and that’s what makes it so damn good. He backslides, he gets in his own way sometimes, but he keeps pushing forward. He keeps choosing to be better. And that? That’s everything.

Season one Richie would look at season three Richie in pure shock. N' probably make fun of his suit too.

Point is, Richie is a character I really can't wait to see in his continued growth.

[astralfortune]

Side Story: The First Dinner

I'm sorry. I know I should be writing the game but writer's block has once again taken its hold on me. I wrote this in hopes of breaking free.

Also, Avery doesn't exist in this. RIP

It’s still hard to believe the four of them are actually debuting soon. Moving out of the trainee dorms and into their own shared apartment feels surreal to Taeyang, just a month ago the agency told him he might be let go. But here he is, in charge of their newest group. He’s not sure why he was chosen and he doesn’t think he’s the right person for the role, but he won’t let that stop him from trying.

There’s more at stake for Taeyang than just having a lackluster debut. He’s not sure about his group members, but he has something to prove with this chance.

The whole day was spent unpacking and setting up the bedrooms. Taeyang decided that they can save the other rooms for another time, what’s more important is having a place to sleep and get settled in. Choosing roommates was a surprisingly easy task, Elias immediately wanted Xavier as his roommate leaving Oliver to room with him. Taeyang didn’t mind the arrangement, Oliver seemed like a good kid from the few times they’ve interacted so far.

The more pressing issue now is dinner. The kitchen hasn’t been touched at all, so there’s no utensils or cookware anywhere. Taeyang glances at the stack of boxes sitting on the kitchen floor looking like a monument of their future problem. Should he order out and get something delivered to celebrate? It might help break the awkwardness between everyone. Or maybe…

He glances down the hall where the bedrooms are located. Last he checked, Oliver was napping on his bed while Xavier and Elias went out for a walk. Something about a weekly tradition the two of them have. Which means this is the perfect time to execute his plan and make a good first impression as a reliable leader.

“Let’s get to work.” Taeyang murmurs to himself, walking into the kitchen and grabbing the first box to open. There’s no need to get everything out right now, just a few things for dinner tonight. Taeyang pulls out the plates and silverware, a few pots and pans. He’s never really cooked anything beyond some simple dishes, but quantity before quality should be fine in this case, right? There’s still time to learn what the others prefer to eat in the future. Taeyang checks the time, he’ll need to be quick if he wants to surprise everyone.

On top of paying for their rent, the agency also provides the group with a monthly stipend they all can use for food or any necessities they might need. As the leader, Taeyang was given control of the account and looking at the modest amount deposited, he knows he shouldn’t spend too much. The grocery store is fairly empty this late into the evening, which makes it easier for Taeyang to find the ingredients he needs to cook. Taeyang is well aware of his own privilege in life. He’s never had to worry about prices or sales before and looking at how much meat costs… he’ll have to learn budgeting and money management soon.

“Looks like I’ll have to use my own money to pay for this.” Taeyang sighs as he places the beef in the basket. “It’s a special night, it’s okay if I splurge a little.” The next few minutes are spent gathering the last few items and paying for everything. Thankfully the apartment is close to the grocery store, so the cold walk back is a short one.

Now that Taeyang is back in the kitchen, he places the bags on the counter. Nothing else to do but start cooking.

The next couple of hours pass by quickly for Taeyang, he does his best to make a variety of dishes and sets the table properly. He may have burnt a couple of things and started over a few more times than he’d like but everything turned out presentable enough in the end and that’s good enough for him. Xavier and Elias returned not too long ago along with a box of cookies for Taeyang and Oliver. Elias gave Taeyang a look he couldn’t quite decipher when he saw the leader cooking in the kitchen but before he asked, Elias had already retreated into his bedroom to change.

“Should I get the others?” A voice pipes up from behind Taeyang just as he placed the last dish on the dining table. Taeyang turns around to see Xavier, head tilted slightly in question. He’s never been sure how to interact with Xavier, despite being the same age. Elias is the only one who seems to be able to read the stoic man.

Taeyang nods gratefully, “If you don’t mind. I’d like us all to eat together. You know, to celebrate our debut.”

“It’s no problem. And thanks. For making dinner. I think it’ll be fun.” Xavier says with a small smile before turning and walking to the bedrooms. Taeyang blinks. Maybe Xavier isn’t as intimidating as he looks.

The rest of Fortune is herded back into the kitchen and they all take their seats. Xavier and Elias next to each other on one side, Taeyang and Oliver on the other. The air between all of them is awkward. Besides Xavier and Elias, their relationship with each other isn’t quite friends but also not acquaintances. While they were trainees, everyone was both an ally and rival. Competition to debut is fierce and while it’s encouraged to help each other out, that would also mean that your chances of standing out become smaller. How could you be real friends with someone who could take your spot in a moment?

Elias is the one who breaks the silence with a smile. “So, leader, you gonna make a toast or do we just eat?” Taeyang flinches slightly. That’s right. He’s the leader. He’s supposed to be the one to bring everyone together and create a comfortable environment.

Taeyang clears his throat. “Right. Uh, I didn’t get any drinks. I should have thought about that.” He shakes his head, it wouldn’t look good to start rambling. “Anyways, I just wanted to make something nice to celebrate our debut. I know we don’t know much about each other, so I hope this can be a good first step. I want us all to be on the same page, since you know, we’ll be working together for the next seven years. So here’s to us…?” He cringes internally. Did he really just end his speech like that?

The three stare at Taeyang and he thinks he’s already messed up before they’ve even started. It’s Oliver who laughs lightly first. “I guess it’s a bit too much to ask for you to become the perfect leader right away. It’s okay, I’m pretty sure we’re all thinking the same thing, right?” His eyes turn to the two across from him. It’s Xavier who nods in answer and Elias who speaks up.

“Yeah, sorry I put too much pressure on you. I didn’t think you’d take it so seriously, though. We’re all on the same boat, so we should be working together to make sure it sails smoothly” Elias grins. “Since we’ve got all the formalities out of the way, should we eat? I’m… curious about how all this will taste.”

Taeyang sighs in relief, watching his members fill their plates. He’s lucky that they all seem to be just as nervous about this as him. “I tried making a little bit of everything. If there’s anything you don’t like or can’t eat, this is probably a good time to say so.”

But before he can take some food for himself, the levity that was in the air suddenly freezes over. He looks over to Elias, who has that same look on his face from earlier. He’s chewing slowly and using his fork to pick at the food, as if scrutinizing it. Then he swallows and stares at Taeyang with cold eyes. “You said you made this?” Next to him, Taeyang can hear Oliver cough slightly then clear his throat before drinking water.

“Um, yes?”

“It sucks.”

What? What happened to working together? Just when he thought everything was going to be okay, he screwed it up just as quickly. Taeyang looks to Xavier for support. It can’t be that bad, right? Xavier smiles apologetically back and pushes the plate away from him.

Is this what betrayal feels like?

“I can’t do this.” Elias shakes his head. “Give me a few minutes, I’m fixing this disaster.” Without another word, Elias goes to the kitchen and starts up the stove while muttering under his breath.

It feels like the ground is crumbling underneath Taeyang. He should have just ordered out like a normal person who knows their limits. “Sorry about him. Elias’ parents are professional chefs so he’s a bit picky about food.” Xavier speaks up. “Don’t take it to heart, Taeyang.”

“But still… I wanted to do something nice and make a good impression. As the leader-”

“Don’t rush it. You’ll make your mark soon enough. For now, focus on getting to know us. That’s more important than proving yourself.”

Oliver pats Taeyang’s shoulder. “Xavier’s right. How about we all rely on each other before we leave everything to you?”

Taeyang is silent as he takes in their reassurances. He really does have a long way to go before he can call himself a leader, much less an idol. One step at a time. He doesn’t have to prove himself right away. Not to them and not to himself. But there’s still one question on his mind.

“Was it really that bad? My cooking, I mean.”

Xavier and Oliver exchange looks before nodding in agreement. “It was pretty terrible.” Oliver answers for both of them.

Taeyang groans and buries his face in his hands. “I’m so sorry. I’ve never cooked a proper dinner before. This is so embarrassing.” He doesn’t dare look up at the two. But the sound of someone laughing in what sounds like amusement makes him. It’s Xavier. Xavier is laughing. Out loud. With a smile.

“You’ve never made dinner and you thought you could do it for four people?” Xavier says after his laughter dies down. “I want to try doing that too. I wonder if yours or mine will be worse.”

“What the hell? Was that Xavier? Did you actually make him laugh like that?” Elias glares at Taeyang as he replaces the plates of Taeyang’s cooking with his own with the grace of a professional waiter. “That’s so unfair! I’ve known him longer than you and already you made him laugh! That’s it. Taeyang, I’m banning you from cooking. Not only are you a shit cook, you made Xavier laugh before I did!”

Taeyang blinks. “You’re not actually mad at me?”

“What? Of course not. It’s not your fault I have a refined palate.” Elias pauses. “Wait, no. I take that back. I am mad at you. For stealing my best friend!”

Oh.

Taeyang feels his smile turn sly before he can help it. “Well, if you want him back then you better do your part in making our debut a good one.”

Elias gasps in shock but he recovers quickly and matches Taeyang’s expression. “Deal. If it’s for Xavier, I’d do anything. Make sure to hold up your end, best friend stealer.”

Dinner may have been a disaster but the result ended up being better than what he expected. Taeyang is truly fortunate to be put into a group with these three.

[itsbells]

Can we get a hotel room smut, after a chargers away game?

Apologies for requesting filth, but you’re very good at writing!!

omg neverr apologize! trust, i get it 😉 & thank you so much! i try my best 😮‍💨

(thank you to everyone that submitted their votes!)

the dress.

(justin herbert x madison beer) 2 povs

warnings: smut, 18+

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madison’s pov

i looked at myself in the mirror feeling very content with my outfit choice for tonight’s game. i was wearing a short white flowy dress i recently thrifted with a chargers leather jacket that has the number 10 on the back, along with my sambas. i sprayed my perfume and started getting my bag ready to go, when i heard a knock on the door. i walked towards it and opened it revealing a very excited ama. ama is one of my best friends that i’ve known for years, her and i have always loved going to sports games way before i met justin so when i asked her if she wanted to go come to justin’s away game against the panthers, she was more than happy to join. unfortunately justin’s parents weren’t able to attend today’s game but i was still going to be accompanied by his brothers and a few other friends.

“hey babesss you ready to go?” she asked smiling and doing a little wiggle dance. i let out a small laugh, “yesss let me just get my bag then we can head out.” i said turning around to grab my bag that was sitting on the bed. “alright let’s go!” i said linking our arms together as we walked outside the room and headed towards the elevator. “girl, i know this is random but sometimes i still can’t believe you’re dating a football player. wait no i’ll do you one better, a quarterback!” ama said as we stepped into the elevator. i laughed and pressed on the lobby button before turning towards her, “why? what do you mean?” i asked with a smile. she shrugged her shoulders and looked around the elevator, “i don’t know like, we went to just going to games for fun to like actually going because your MAN is playing. it’s just crazy to think about.” she said with wide eyes enhancing the word ‘man’ as she spoke. i laughed and shock my head. “and now you’re traveling even more! like ugh, you’re living the life.” she finished. “yeah it is a little crazy and different but it makes the games even more interesting.” i said to her. “very much.” she said puckering her lips pointing at me causing me to laugh again. still with our arms linked, we walked to the front lobby doors and made our way inside the car that was waiting for us at the front of the hotel. once we were situated in the car, ama said, “oh also i’ve been texting rachel and she said she’s already there with jacob”, while looking down at her phone. “awesome!” i said then went on my phone to text justin, ‘on my way to you ;)’ i sent. a few minutes later he texted back, ‘can’t wait, meet me at the locker room baby’, i smiled to myself and hearted his message. even though we briefly saw each other before he left this morning, i couldn’t help but feel excited to see him again. before we flew out to north carolina, justin got a haircut and boy let me tell you. that man looks so good. i mean i love his long hair.. like i love it. but there’s something about short haired justin that gets me going..

~

when we got to the stadium, i told ama that i’d meet her at our suite in a few minutes so that i can go see justin. she gave me a wink, “oh okayyy madisonn.” she said teasingly before turning around and made her way to our suite with everyone else. i shook my head at her comment and made my way towards the locker room.

when i reached the locker room, i was greeted right away by some of guys, “hey, maddy! so glad you could make it!” simi said greeting me with a side hug. “of course, i wouldn’t miss it! how are we feeling? ready to win?” i asked with a smile. “oh hell yeah! you already know the deal, we’re always ready to bring home another dub.” he said with a huge smile. as i was about to answer i heard, “hey, baby.” someone said from behind me. i felt a large hand on lower back, i turned around to see justin. i smiled bigger and gave him a quick kiss, “hi, handsome.” i greeted him. he smirked at me before grabbing my hand and pulled me to his locker area, unintentionally dismissing simi, whom i was having a conversation with. i saw khalil and derwin on our short walk to his locker. i gave them a smile and a wave, they did the same before i turned to look ahead. when we made it to his locker, justin looked behind me, and made what looked like a signal to someone. soon after he did, the guys started spilling out the door. i furrowed my eyebrows confusedly, hearing a bunch of commotion from the guys leaving the room and looked behind me. “see you out there j, you too maddy!” simi yelled out. i gave him a wave, justin gave him a salute before sitting down on the bench infront of his locker and pulled me toward him so i was standing in between his legs.

“you know usually you don’t bring me back here, because in your words ‘i’m a distraction’” i said in air quotes. “what makes this time different?” i asked placing my hands on his shoulder pads. he held me in place by keeping his large hands on my hips, “i just really needed to see you.” he said smiling at me. “we didn’t get much time with each other this morning and i needed a little motivation before tonight’s game.” he said softly. “oh now i give you motivation?” i smirked at him. “mhm, a lot of motivation” he said now looking up and down at me. “i like this.” he said moving one of his hands from my hips to touch the hem of my dress then dragging his large hand on my thigh. “you look very pretty, baby.” he said in a soft yet deep voice. lord this man. “yeah? you think so?” i asked him softly. “mhmm” he hummed. i removed my hands from his shoulders and placed them on top of his large hands, rubbing them softly before teasingly moving my dress up but then back down. “it’s not too short?” i asked. he looked back up at my face. “you’re a tease you know that?” he said squeezing my thighs before going under my dress and squeezing my butt making me squeal. “stop it! clearly you’re the tease.” i said laughing and stepping away from his embrace. he removed his hands from my hips, but quickly held my hands in his. he let out a laugh and stood up, making me look up at him. “you started it.” he said, keeping our hands interlocked, pinning them behind my back. i scoffed at him. “me?” i raised my eyebrows. “you are the one that started looking at me with those bedroom eyes and touching all up on me.” i said smiling. he raised his eyebrows. “bedroom eyes? i don’t know what are you talking about, madison.” he said looking away from me smiling. “you know exactly what i’m talking about, justin.” i told him. he looked back down at me, “whatever.” then leaned down giving me a kiss. thinking it was a quick peck, i started to pull away but he stopped me by letting go of my hands and wrapping his large arms around my waist, pulling me back in. i smiled into our kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck. our supposed small kiss, turning into a mini make out session, after a couple minutes i pulled back a little, “baby you have a game today, remember?” i said against his lips. he slightly opened his eyes a bit, “mhmm. just a little more.” he said closing his eyes again and leaning back in. as we continued kissing, i felt him move one of his hands down to my butt squeezing it and pulling me even closer, if that was even possible.

i pulled away before things got more intense, “alright, quarterback. don’t get too carried away, the team needs you.” i said letting out a breath and biting my lip as i patted his protected chest. he pulled away and smirked bringing one of his hands up and tugged at his bottom lip, sizing me up like he was making plans on what to do with me later. “thank you for the motivation, baby.” he turned around to grab his helmet. “let’s go. we’ll finish this at the hotel.” he said slapping my butt lightly before grabbing my hand and walking us out the locker room. “and you say i’m a tease.” i said in a whisper, making him laugh.

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everyone in our suite were standing up cheering, watching as justin started running with the ball. we were now at the second quarter of the game, 6-20 with us leading. let me just say justin looks very fired up right now, in a good way. from the start of the game he seemed so ready to start this game, guess i did give him a little motivation.. “justin’s playing nasty today!” i heard patrick yell out from my side. i laughed, “hell yeah!” mitch chimed in. “hmm wonder why.” ama said side eyeing me. i scoff and shook my head, secretly biting my lip remembering our moment before the game.

i was knocked out of my day dream by everyone cheering. i turned my attention back to the game and started cheering with everyone as justin was running with the ball once again, getting stopped close to the 6-yard line. quickly after getting back in formation, he threw the ball to johnston scoring another touchdown. we all started cheering again, “oh he’s a fucking beast.” our friend jacob said. patrick turned around and they did they’re handshake, as ama and rachel hugged me and we all started jumping in excitement. by the end of the second quarter we were 6-27 with us still leading.

we finished the game at 7-40 chargers winning, of course. we were all so pumped from how good the game went and ended. looking down i see justin look up at our suite yelling and pumping his fist up and down, i smiled at him and clapped my hands. i saw him smile back and pointed towards the back signaling that he wanted us to meet him out back.

as we made it outside the locker rooms everyone was so happy with the outcome of the game. we all started talking about how good justin performance was. until i heard jacob yell, “yeah 10!” then, “okay 10!” i heard justin’s brothers and other friends yell out as they saw justin down the hall. he started running up to all of us and greeted everyone, leaving me to be the last. i smiled up at him with my nose scrunched up and patted his shoulder pads with my hands, “good job, quarterback.” i said to him. he gave me a quick kiss, not wanting to show too much PDA. “that’s all thanks to you.” he whispered before turning his attention back to everyone. “good as fucking game, man. you were crazy out there!” mitch said hitting justin’s shoulder pad. justin blushed a little and shook his head. “nahh. stop it.” he said. “no seriously. you played like crazy today. dad even texted us asking what you ate this morning, because you were doing so fired up today!” patrick said making us all laugh. justin lightly bumped into me making look at him. he smirked at me, making blush slightly and quickly look down at my feet, not wanting anyone to notice my rosy cheeks. i felt him leaned down to my ear. “wait for me in the hotel room, yeah? i’m going to take a while here and don’t want to keep you waiting.” he whispered. “much rather have you relaxed at the hotel for me, hmm?” he added. i nodded with a shy smile, feeling a wave of heat running through my body. he winked at me before turning around to the guys to say his goodbyes as he had to go to hit the showers before his press conference.

~

as i was waiting for justin to get back to the hotel room, i laid in bed going through my phone. when i scrolling through my instagram, i heard a beep and the door handle turn, revealing a very tired yet hot looking, justin. he smirked right away looking at me as laid on the bed in only my dress now.

“hello, handsome.” i greeted him putting my phone down on the nightstand. as justin closed the door, he set his bag down by the door and took off his shoes before he started making his way towards me. “well hello to you, my lucky charm.” he smiled and leaned down to give me a quick peck on my lips. he started to pull away but i quickly put my hand on the back of his neck and brought him back down, wanting nothing more but to continue what we started back at the locker room. he smiled against my lips as we continued kissing each other. he placed his large hand on my waist and started moving it down to my hip. then slowly started moving his hand under my dress. i moved my free hand to his strong arm, feeling as he flexed it under my touch.

after a little while, justin pulled away so we can catch our breath, letting our foreheads touch. “i really like this dress, baby.” he said looking down then back up to my eyes. “yeah? maybe i should wear it more often then.” i said squeezing his bicep. “mhm, but only for me.” he said pulling away to stand straight up, moving his hand down my exposed thigh then back up moving my dress higher. one of my hands reached up and held his free hand, my other hand laid on top of one of my dress straps, feeling anxious of what’s to come next. “i wanted to thank you for tonight.” he said continuing his movements, each time moving my dress higher and higher. “for what?” i asked. his eyes moving from the lower half of my body to my eyes, seeing as they turned into a dark shade of green. “just..” he looked down again. “for being here with me and..” he moved his large hand up from my thigh to my hip then to my waist giving it a squeeze. “for supporting me and..” he leaned down to my lips, giving me a kiss. “giving me motivation whenever i need it.” another kiss. “rather that’s giving me a pep talk..” he hovered over me with my legs naturally moving in between him, giving me another kiss. “or just being in my presence” another kiss. “and giving me what i want.” his hands started roaming all over my body and my hands roaming over his large arms. “you know, you deserve to be rewarded.” a placed kiss on my cheek this time. “you’ve been working so hard..” he placed a kiss on my jaw, then my neck, down to my chest. “justin.” i breathed out as he started kissing further down my chest with his beard rubbing against my skin making me shiver. i then felt one of his hands reach up to move one of the straps from my dress off my shoulder. “hmm?” he hummed looking up at me, still giving me small pecks along my chest. “tell me what you want, baby. it’s your night for being so good to me.” he told me, moving back up so his face is directly in front of mine. “it’s your winning night, you should be rewarded.” i said moving my hands up to the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss him. he kissed me back before pulling away. he shook his head, “i won, thanks to you.” he moved back, sitting on his knees in between my legs. my dress was pulled up at this point, revealing my panties. he moved his large hands along my legs, rubbing them softly. “so, tell me what you want baby.” he said placing a kiss on my inner thigh, making me shiver again. i leaned up on my elbows, “i want you, to do whatever you want with me.” i said to him. he smirked, “are you sure?” he asked giving me a teasing kiss on my lips. i bit my lip and nodded. that was enough for him to smash his lips on mine again. our lips moving in sync, i felt him bring his tongue to my bottom lip, i opened my mouth slightly just enough for him to slip his tongue inside my mouth. i moaned in our kiss feeling his hands pushing my dresses higher, exposing my stomach. he broke our heated kiss bringing his lips down to my jaw, to my neck, to my chest pulling down my other dress strap revealing my breast. he took one of them in his mouth while he caressed the other one with his large hand. “hmm, justin.” i moaned as my hands started running through his short hair, slightly pulling it making him groan against my chest.

i was about to remove my dress fully until justin stopped me, “no, keep it on.” he said, grabbing a hold of my hands and putting them behind his neck, i obeyed his orders. we continued kissing when i felt him reach down my body to my panties, rubbing my clothed heat making me moan against his lips. he then broke our kiss and leaned back before hooking his large fingers around the waistband of my panties and pulled them down. i lifted my hips and legs to help make it easier to take them off, he placed a kiss on my legs before getting off the bed and started pulling off his shirt. i looked up at him and smirked, giving the biggest doe eyes i know he loves best. he looked at me in awe, as he started to remove his sweatpants. i couldn’t help but start running my hands throughout my body, missing his touch. opening my legs wider making him have a perfect view of my heat. moving my hands to my breast, down to my inner thighs. he stood there, looking like he was enjoying every second of it. i leaned up and started running my hands over his upper body, admiring him, feeling as he flexed wherever my hands went. he let me have my fun for a minute before leaning down to me, giving a rough kiss then leaned back a bit breaking our kiss, “get on all fours for me, baby.” he said, giving me one more rough kiss before standing up to give me room to move. i bit my lip trying to hide my smile, he knew i enjoyed when he got very dominant in bed, i knew he did too. it’s always the quiet ones that are the most kinkiest, i learned that quick when justin and i started becoming intimate with each other.

i turned myself around, placing my hands and knees on the bed to stand myself up. justin had yet to touch me again so i started to getting impatient. i moved my hips back making contact with justin’s hard on poking through his boxers making me gasp. he let out a deep chuckle before i felt his large hands on my hips, giving me a squeeze before lightly slapping my butt, making me gasp again at the unexpected contact. “fuck, you look so good, madison.” he said, rubbing where previously slapped. i hummed, leaning down moving my hands higher above my head, placing my cheek on the bed, arching my back and opened my legs more. still feeling impatient from his lack of movements i started wiggling my hips. he let out a small deep laugh, then i felt his long fingers rub my slit, causing me to moan. “so wet for me, baby.” he kept rubbing me. i then heard him shuffling around, continuing his movements but then i felt him replace his fingers with his thick member, mimicking his movements. i squealed at the contact, “fuck, stop teasing.” i whined looking back at him, moving a hand back reaching for his hips trying to push him towards me. “okay, baby. okay, i’ll give you what you want.” he said. he placed a kiss on my hip before positioning himself and slowly inserting his cock into me.

justin’s pov

“oh god.” madison moaned as i fully inserted myself in her sweet cunt. i let out a deep moan, feeling how much i filled her up. i let her adjust herself a little before i started to thrust into her. looking down at how she sucked me in and out so perfectly like our bodies were made for each other. i started thrusting harder into her, she became a moaning mess. “fuck, you fit me so well, baby.” i moaned leaning over her small figure, placing a kiss on her upper back. she looked back and smiled lightly, then biting her bottom lip. “you feel so good, justin.” she moaned then leaned her head down onto the bed, opening up her legs more to give me more access. i leaned back up, “yeah baby?” i said to her, thrusting harder but slower, letting my cock almost come all the way out before thrusting it back in. knowing how much it drove her crazy when i did that, she moaned louder as started to quicken my pace again. moving one of my hands from her hips under her stomach to bring her up against me. “come here, baby.” i said to her as she stood on her knees with her back against my chest, her dress dangerously hanging around her waist. she turned her head to look up me and smiled, her eyes a dark shade of hazel. i smirked down at her, moving my hand that was previously on her stomach and placed it on her jaw then leaned down to kiss her. “you like the way my cock fills you up? hm?” i asked against her lips. she nodded, unable to speak as i was still thrusting into her, she moaned into our kiss and moved one her hands behind my neck, keeping me in place and her other hand grabbing ahold of my other hand that was on her hip, to help herself keep her balance.

she broke our kiss and said, “i’m gonna cum, justin.” looking into my eyes. i gave her another kiss, “cum for me.” i said encouraging her. she let go of my neck and laid her head back down on the bed, signaling she wanted me to finish her off. so i started thrusting harder into her, feeling myself starting to reach my climax too, as she started clenching around me. “fuck, i’m not going to last long f’you keep clenching me like that, babe.” i told her, gripping her hips harder. she let out a soft laugh and turned her head to look back at me. “maybe i don’t want you too.” i don’t know what came over me, maybe it’s was the way she looked back at me, looking so beautiful with her hair all over the place, her lipstick almost completely off from kissing her so much and her mascara smeared. i pushed her head lightly back down on the bed, my hand holding the back of her neck keeping her down, and my other hand gripping her hip harder, knowing it’ll leave marks later. i started slamming into her making her moan louder, “fuuuck, juustin!” a couple more thrust and it didn’t take long for both of us to reach our highs together. madison’s legs started shaking from now intensely she started cumming, my hips still thrusting but slower this time. “oh my god.” she moaned. i let out a satisfied sigh, as i came down from my high. i stopped thrusting into her and slowly pulled out, making her wince. usually i wait for her to fully calm down from such an intense orgasm, but tonight was different.

madison’s pov

as i was still breathing heavily from my orgasm, my legs still trembling slightly. justin all of a sudden turned me over so i was laying on my back and got on his knees in front of me. he wasted no time kissing down my leg feeling as his beard tickling my inner thighs making me giggle. “j-justin.” i bit my lip, he made eye contact with me signaling he wasn’t done with me just yet, shortly after he dived in between my legs. i let out a gasp, my hands gripping and tugging at his hair again. “oh fuck, baby.” i moaned. i used one of my elbows to bring myself up to get a better look at him, watching him as he was eating me out like his life depended on it. he had his eyes closed now, yet he looked so focused on what he was doing. “oh- justin.” i moaned again. feeling my legs shaking more, as i felt another orgasm creeping up. he opened his eyes again, making eye contact with me, i felt him smile against my cunt. and there it is. the satisfaction in his eyes i know too well. i knew i was in for trouble when i told him i wanted him to do whatever he wanted, but who’s to say that i wasn’t enjoining it as much as he was? i couldn’t help but smirk at him then tilted my head back with my eyes rolling back, laying back down on the bed arching my back feeling my second orgasm rush over me. my mouth opened but nothing came out but gasps of air. my legs flexing closed around justin’s head, he let me do so as he let go of my thighs, moving them to grip my breast and my hands tugging at his hair. “f-fuuck” i finally let out. his tongue capturing every drop of my cum. “mmhm” he hummed into my sensitive heat, making legs shake more feeling the vibration.

when he finished, he slowly kissed my body all the way up to my face, “you okay, baby?” he said placing a kiss on my cheek. i nodded, still trying to catch my breath. i looked at him making eye contact, then we both smiled tiredly. “what’s gotten into you?” i asked curiously. justin gets aggressive in bed, like i said it’s always the quiet ones that are the kinkiest but this certainly the most he’s let loose in bed. he smirked and pulled at my dress that was surprisingly still wrapped around my waist, all crinkled up at this point. “this dress, baby.” he said shaking his head. “i told you i liked it, didn’t i?” he added. i smirked at him and pulled him down by his neck and kissed his now swollen lips. “why was it too much? did i hurt you?” he said with his eyes filled with worry now. there he is. my sweet sweet man. “did i get too carried away? you should’ve told me to stop, baby.” i giggled at how much he got concerned, loving him even more for it. “no no, baby. i’m okay, i’m just asking so i know how to unleash this aggressive side of you next time.” i teased. he laughed and hid his face in the crock of my neck. he came back and looked into my eyes, “oh, baby. you have no idea.” he smirked giving me a quick kiss before picking me up, carrying me to the bathroom. “c’mon, since you want to be funny, i’m not down with you yet.” he said making me squeal in excitement.

let’s just say we almost missed our flight back home, because we had a looong night.. and i’m also getting the same dress in 5 different colors now..

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