#unfortunately i ran out of music to turn my brain off to

[rubys-domain]

oh my. i must refill the queue

[fluffyfantasticducky]

Reasons to Like You

☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader ☆ Synopsis: Loki isn't the most laid back person, he is hard on others but mostly on himself... That is, until someone even worse than he is catches his little heart. ☆ Word Count: 3,313... sorry it's a bit short, huh? ☆ Notes: Another request for the lovely @blehblahsworld. Loki is shy ler, mutual pining idiots. I promised it'd be posted today and there's still like 30 minutes left of the day so I honoured my promise. ☆ Warnings: None, I think. Loki is a mess cuz he can't handle having a crush.

Oh, the comfort of a life on Earth. Not something any Asgardian would have expected when they arrived after all they had been through. Much less… this Asgardian.

Loki expected anything but bliss when he came to live among the Avengers. When he woke up living in the house of his enemies, he was rightfully on edge. Although Thor quickly wrapped his arms around him and filled him in. He had been saved after 5 years of becoming dust during the snap of the 5 infinity stones, which ironically spared his life.

But after his physical recovery and adaptation period with living in the compound… And there was a little someone who made the whole process much easier. A special little someone.

You were… Norns, where could he start? You were… a lot. In the best and worst sense of the word.

On one hand, you were messy, energetic, loud… just a smaller and slightly less annoying version of his brother. In fact, you two were great friends, much to Loki’s dismay. Loud nights of karaoke and dancing in the leisure room, begging for Tony to organize parties that would give Loki a headache. You constantly interrupted Loki’s reading to come chat or beg him to play together to some nonsense game or watch a movie. The amount of times you’d invade his personal space with hugs, pokes, grabbing his arm to take him somewhere… it was all unnerving.

On the other hand, and even worse than all he mentioned, Loki couldn’t get you out of his head. Your loudness, your playfulness, that smile of yours, your goofy laugh so out of place when you got nervous, the way he wanted to run his hands along your body… ah! It was too much!

And it wasn’t that Loki hadn’t been interested on others before. He had had more lovers than the average human lifespan. So why were you so difficult to handle? What was so special about you that he’d be turning in his bed late at night thinking about you? He couldn’t quite put it into words.

“Loki? Brother?” a voice snapped him out of his thoughts, along with a gentle knock on the door. “It’s late, are you not having breakfast with us?”

Loki stood up and opened the door to join his brother in the hall.

“I apologize brother, I must have lost track of time.” Loki shrugged it off as he ran his hands through his hair to fix it.

“No kidding,” Thor chuckled. “Look at you, when was the last time you slept?”

“Oh, like you would be one to judge me” Loki scoffed. “When did you all go to bed last night?”

“Not as early as you, old witch” Thor laughed. “It’s a shame you didn’t stay longer, our little friend was really upset you didn’t dance together.”

Loki had to fight an ear-to-ear grin. You had been looking for him? To dance… together? The way you all dance in Midgard these days? Oh gods, the one night his patience had run thin and made him excuse himself to go to bed.

It was still engrained in his brain.

You had jumped onto a coffee table, shaking your hips to the beat of the music, your body moving in perfect sync to the melody. And to be perfectly fair, it wasn’t anything outrageous to Earth’s standards, you were mostly goofing around and more often than not you’d double over laughing, flustered at your own antics. Unfortunately for his heart, Loki wasn’t from Earth, and he was not at all accustomed to those sights that kept him awake all night.

“I apologize for my unfortunate coordination with the mortal’s plans” Loki responded simply, despite mentally cursing himself.

Thor chuckled.

“I’m sure it will all be forgiven by the end of the week” he assured Loki. “You may get another chance to dance together.”

“What? Again? Don’t mortals tire out faster than us?” Loki asked. “How is it that there’s always some new event approaching?”

“It sure is lively around here, isn’t it?” Thor laughed. “Stark said it was a last-minute invitation, but Rogers mentioned it’d be important for us to assist, improving the opinion of the locals. Which you could still benefit from…”

“I suppose” Loki muttered. “Still… I hope it’s the last one in a while, it can get frustrating having to put up a perfection facade…”

“You are being dramatic brother.” Thor laughed.

“Am I?” Loki asked sarcastically. “Does it really not remind you the the banquets at the palace, always having to make political relationships by…”

“Oh brother, you are being dramatic. You really shouldn’t overthink all you do, if you think like that of course you won’t enjoy these silly Midgardian parties, for me, it reminds me of that tavern we used to go when we were younger. A chance to dance and perhaps flirt around every night with some nice ale and good friends.”

“Flirt around?” Loki chuckled at the Midgardian expression. “Don’t let Lady Jane hear you, brother. I thought you imprudent, but never to such an extent.”

“Oh, no, no.” Thor shook his head. “Those days are behind me, I am quite content in my relationship. I meant for you, brother.”

“Why would I want to flirt around?” Loki raised an eyebrow.

“Well, it is true you already have your interest captured by a local…”

“I have no clue what you’re blabbering on about, brother” Loki assured him. “And for your information, I am perfectly content the way my life is right now.”

Thor burst out laughing.

“That is splendid news brother” he chuckled, wiping a tear of mirth. “But I’ve been by your side since you were a small baby, I know when you’re interesting in someone.”

“You’ve never seen me interested in anyone” Loki retorted.

“Sure I have.” Thor chuckle. “Beyond the romances that lasted a single night, let’s see… You saw Angrboda for a while but it ended in nothing, you had a crush on Sygin for while but she was with Theoric which you tried impersonating but guilt ate you up, I recall you and Sif saw each other secretly when…”

“Alright, I got it!” Loki cut him off, not exactly eager to hear all his past romantic miseries all over again. “You are aware of my past, understood.”

Loki was a bit surprised, though. He always thought he was being discrete. Unlike Thor, who would shamelessly (and rather loudly) flirt in the tavern or at royal parties with whoever he wanted; Loki had an infinitely more subtle approach. Loki would strike conversations with his interest, in a much more subtle seduction. Loki was more the type to swoon with his wit and the perfect praise, taking advantage of being the less favored prince in terms of affection to escape into the night to seal the deal. He was so sure no one noticed his absence, much less Thor, who Loki thought too busy being the center of attention to care if Loki left the party early. Especially Sif, which was a whole new ordeal he didn’t even want to talk about.

He was a bit moved, really… in a very weird way, but it was moving.

“See? I know who you have a crush on” Thor chuckled. “You should really go for it.”

“Can you stop talking like a Midgardian?” Loki groaned. “It’s unnerving.”

“Sorry brother, it’s entertaining to see how much it frustrates you.” Thor grinned like a cheeky brat. “But I mean it, you won’t know if your feelings are reciprocated if you don’t ask.”

“Alright, alright.” Loki scoffed out a laugh. “Can’t believe I’m taking advice from you imbecile.”

“I would be offended, but I know the satisfaction of seeing you frustrated over being the idiotic one is more than enough.” Thor smiled and turned around.

“Weren’t you gonna have breakfast?” Loki asked.

“I already did” Thor smiled. “But I know of someone who will be happy to have some company during breakfast.”

Loki felt his heartbeat accelerating as he turned around the corner and saw you, finishing a sandwich and grabbing a mug of coffee. Your hair was messy, the pajamas you were wearing were a couple of sizes bigger than your frame and your eyes were half closed.

It was adorable.

“Good morning” Loki bowed his head politely.

“Mo—” you were cut off by a huge yawn. “Morning, Loki. Slept well? You left the party earlier last night.”

“I’m terribly sorry” Loki apologized timidly. “I didn’t feel well.”

“It’s okay…” you smiled at him and took a sip of your coffee, and Loki felt the energy from the coffee. “It wasn’t as fun once you left.”

Loki’s breath hitched and smiled nervously at you. He looked around, unsure if he was allowed to look at you more than a few glances every so often. But he caught the sight of you making a sandwich.

“I’m gonna eat breakfast on the loungeroom, wanna join me?” you offered with two more slices at bread for him.

“A-Ah, sure…” Loki nodded.

You made him a sandwich and served him a mug of coffee. Loki smiled at you and bowed his head gently at you in a thank you.

Both of you walked to eat by the TV. You handed him the remote control for him to choose. He gulped and looked at the screen, he swore his hand was shaking like a Chihuahua. He had no idea how to use modern technology… or well… not day to day technology.

Spaceships? Sure. Hacking the security of a overly complex computers? Piece of cake. But using his own cellphone or browsing the internet and a smart TV? Oh, honey…

And then he heard you giggle.

“What?” Loki asked, unable to fight a nervous smile.

“Oh nothing” you giggled. “Nothing…”

“No, what? Tell me…” he chuckled and scooted closer to you.

“N-No, nothing…!” you giggled nervously.

Now, smitten or not, mockery was something he would never tolerate unpunished… not fully anyway.

“Oh, you’ll regret that” he growled and before you could ask, straddled you, wiggling his fingers at you.

“E-Eh?” the way you smiled was tense, but also skeptic, like you didn’t believe what was clearly about to happen.

Before you asked, his fingers shot to your sides, poking and prodding the sensitive skin, immediately making you squeal.

“Lohohohoki! Whahahat are you doing?!” you protested.

“You asked for it, you menace.” Loki chuckled, drilling his index fingers to your sides, still careful enough to avoid hurting you.

“Lohohohohoki! I’m sorry!” you whined, sounding more lost than actually apologetic.

Loki made his distaste for your actions clear by tickling you mercilessly. But it was clear you weren’t sure what you were apologizing for, and it still sounded honest.

Seriously, it should be considered foul play being endearing like that.

“I can’t go around letting cheeky mortals like you think they can disrespect the God of Mischief without consequence.” Loki spoke in a low, teasing tone.

He let it slide the fact that anyone else would’ve ended with a dagger on their gut or at least an insult so vile that would have made them storm out of the room. But it’s not like Loki was going to notify you over the little soft spot he had for you… although, to balance things out, it was easier for you to provoke him into this sort of silly “punishments”.

“Whahahahahat did Ihihi dohohohohoho?!” you complained, your hands latching to his wrists in a weak attempt to push him away.

“I saw you laughing at me, so by simply logic, I had to give you something to really laugh about.” He growled maliciously as his fingers continued their malicious dance along your skin.

Loki was skilled with his hands and fingers, double entendere aside. Being a sorcerer required precision of mind and hand movement, given a wrong angle could make a vanishing spell burn your eyebrows instead. As a proper prince, he was skilled with the quill and had a neat and elegant handwriting as well as an at least decent skill with the flute, the lute and the piano. Which Loki loved to clarify that by “proper prince”, he actually meant “not Thor” whose handwriting was a illegible and could only play percussions like a toddler… But he was a stronger fighter, Loki could give him that.

But it also meant he was a deadly tickler. Being perceptive and cunning like a good trickster didn’t really help your cause either.

He raised upwards, giving you a sort of break, reducing the intensity of the tickling. But his hand soon lowered ceremoniously back to make deadly contact with your skin again. This time gently wiggling behind your earshell.

“EEK! W-What are you doing?” your shoulders shut up, before your hands reached to cover your ears with your hands.

“Mmm, it was just a little test.” Loki hummed. “And I must say, I’m more than pleased with the result.”

Loki chuckled and his hands went to your sides, squeezing and kneading your ribs like dough.

“AIEE!” you squeaked and your arms went down to protect your sides. “Loki!”

Loki smiled menacingly and decided a new course of action.

He tickled your sides for a couple of seconds, before going back to tickle your ears so you’d raise your arms to protect them, just to go back to your sides after a bit.

“Hahahahahaha! L-Loki! P-Please! Hahahahahahaha! S-Stop it! Hehehehe! Hahahahaha!”

The pokes and tickly caresses went all over your skin, making you squeal and screech. But there was nothing you could do against someone stronger than you.

“Lohohohoki!” your hips wiggled from side to side in a helpless giggle fit.

But just when you thought it couldn’t get worse…

“EEEEEEEK!” you screeched when you felt Loki’s hands sneaking under your armpits, it was so loud and high pitched that Loki was startled.

“Oh, my my my…” he grinned mischievously. “What was that?”

“N-No… Loki! L-Loki…!” you pleased your hands before you, trying to protect yourself. “Loki! LOKI! LOHOHOHOHOHOHOKI!”

You didn’t have to be a detective to figure out that Loki, being the cheekiest of souls, would take advantage of this new tickle spot.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO! NO LOHOHOHOHOKI! PLEHEHEHEASE! HAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHA!” you squealed and squirmed like a fish out of water. “LOKI! LOHOHOHOKI! PLEAHAHAHAHASE!”

His fingers traced along your armpits, he was excited like a little kid finding the secret hiding place of the birthday presents. You were going crazy. He couldn’t stop himself, gently caressing and scratching the sensitive skin on your underarms to make you squeal until your face was bright red and your eyes were glistening with tears of mirth.

“PLEASE! AHAHAHAHA! OW! PLEASE! HAHAHAHA!” you guffawed and kicked your legs around as if that somehow would ease up the tickly sensations. But your sides were burning from laughing and it wasn’t pleasant. “OW! P-PLEASE! HEHEHEHE!”

“Oh, alright…” he smiled softly and retreated his hands from you.

Your chest was heaving from laughter and giggles were hoarse and tired. You wiped the tears off your face placed your hand on your chest to feel your own accelerated heartbeat.

“Hahahaha…!” you giggled and panted, trying to control yourself from the aftermath of tickly giggles. “Alright… I had that coming… I- I guess. Hehehe…”

“Oh gods, I adore you…” Loki blurted out, freezing at the weight the honesty of his words carried.

Simply because that was him. He was a deceiver, a conniver, a scammer, a trickster. But now? Truth had poured out of his mouth like a waterfall, cold and refreshing… He loved you. He had been lying to himself for so long that once he said it out loud, to you no less, it felt good, more than good.

“What?” you asked.

“I love you” he repeated.

But the look on your face made his stomach sink. You looked horrified.

“…why me?” you asked.

“What do you mean?” he asked, already feeling the crushing weight of rejection weighing him down.

“What do you think I mean?” you grumbled.

Of course you wouldn’t like him. You were the sunshine incarnate, you were kind and friendly, you were smart enough to crush down any silly preconception of human life being dull and silly like it had been thin and cheap glass, to the point of him feeling like the fool. You had brought him down to his knees. You had a power of a goddess.

No way you would reciprocate his feelings.

“What could you see in me…?” you smiled, but your eyes revealed distress. “I- Loki… look at me!”

Loki blinked at you, speechless. Which unknowingly giving you a window to keep talking.

“I’m everything that annoys you. I like going dancing, I like singing and being loud. I hate being around people but being alone stresses me out.” You huffed out. “Loki… I’m…”

“Perfect.” Loki finished for you, breathless.

“A nuisance.” You corrected him. “Loki, you’ll get tired of me by the end of the week.”

Loki felt angry, how could you speak so ill of yourself? You are a balm in chaotic world. And you hated every bit of yourself, every sweet and lovable inch of yourself. It was a self-hatred he knew very well. One type of felt hatred he lived with every day.

And he knew often there was only one way to help.

He pulled you against his chest and jabbed your sides.

“EEEEEK!” you screeched. “L-LOKI?! What are you doing?!”

“Mm, just helping your thoughts shut up…” Loki smiled cheekily as his fingers danced along your armpits once more.

“AIIIIEEEEE! LOKIHIHIHIHIHI!” you squealed.

“Yes, my darling?” he purred.

“S-STOP IT!” you cried. “HAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! WHY?!”

“I’m merely providing a pleasant distracting you from those nasty thoughts of yours” he said in a faux innocent tone.

“PLEHEHEHEHASANT?!” you whined between your loud laughter.

Loki nodded but agreed that maybe it wasn’t the nicest thing to do going for the spot that made you nearly burn out your lungs. So, being the angel he was, he moved down to tickle your belly giving you a break… sort of.

“Lohohohoki! Hehehehe! Hahahahaha! Oh my gohohohod!”

Loki chuckled at your laugher, that, in his defense, came down an octave after moving to a less deadly spot. But your rich giggles kept pouring out like a waterfall, fresh and healing to him.

His finger gently tickled around your waist line, which made you squeak and giggle in a high pitch.

“EEK! Heeheeheehee! EEP! Heeheeheehee!”

“Norns…” Loki complained quietly.

“Lohohohohoki!” you giggled when his fingers pinched around your navel. “P-Plehehehease, n-no more…! Hahahaha!”

“Oh, alright” he smiled lovingly at you.

As he saw you trying to catch your breath again, the loud drumming of his own heartbeat became overwhelming. Oh, how helpless he was… Yes, he had been the one tickling you silly. But, truthfully, he was the one at your mercy here.

“Hehehehe… ohh… hic! Hehehehe! Hic! Hehehehe!” you giggled. “T-That w-was hmph!”

Loki could take it anymore, he had pressed his lips against yours, a bit panicked at first… Did he read the room wrong? Did you not like him like thaaaaat…

Feeling you kiss back was… in a single word: mind-blowing. On one hand, it melted away all his fears, all the tension, all the mess he had been since his heart fell on his knees at your mercy… just undone… like the most powerful magic he could do. On the other hand, kissing you was like a dream, you were sweet, passionate, loving. Although he’d never admit it, he got a little flutter on his stomach thinking maybe… just maybe, you had liked him back all along.

“Ah… heh… um…”  you looked at him nervously. “D-Do you think maybe… would you like to come to the party with me? You know… t-together… officially…”

Loki smiled fondly and leaned in for another kiss.

“I would be honored, dear.”

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[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader)

A/N: Not me already have written this part the day after I posted the first one 🤭. I wanna add titles to the chapters but idk what I’d have them be, probably lyrics from songs I like lol. Once again, apologies now for If Miguel is ooc and if the terminology and sports talk is wrong. If you’re experienced in either sport and wanted to lmk if I got something wrong. If you want to be added to the taglist lmk too.

(Y/N)- Your name, (L/N)- Last name.

No warnings, Just Miguel and you interacting lol. Idk if this is consider filler but it’s meant to get the ball rolling lol.

Word count: 1.3k

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Chapter 2: Do you ever get that fear that you can’t shift the tide,

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It’s been about a week since you’ve last ran into Miguel at the arena, surprisingly the figure skating team don’t run into the hockey team as much as you would think despite having to share a communal space on campus. Unfortunately, today was one of those days were you did run into them. You’ve arrived about 45 minutes early to practice, Logan nor coach Kavinsky were here yet. You were hoping to get some alone time on the ice before practice, but it had slipped your mind that today was Thursday, and on Thursdays the hockey team practiced before you rather then after like the rest of the week. As you dropped your gym back on the bench in the girl’s locker room, you were debating to whether you wanted to just wait at the arena till they were done, or walk back to your dorm. The only problem with the latter option is that the dorm buildings were all the way across campus, and by the time you finished the walk you’d have to turn around to walk back anyways.

So you stuck it up, and changed into your practice outfit, your skates in hand as you leave the locker room, deciding to keep your regular shoes on so you could at least get your stretching out of the way before your coach and partner came. You quickly went into one of the empty dance rooms that the arena had to do warm up stretches in, popping in your headphones to listen to your favorite song. After about 15 minutes you still had plenty of time before The Spiders got off the ice, you decided to just walk around the stadium. No destination in mind, just where ever your feet decided to carry you as your music continue to play in your ears. You can’t really say you were surprised to find yourself ending up in the main area with the ice rink, plopping yourself down in one of the front row seats as you let your brain go on autopilot.

You were too busy being lost in the music, you didn’t realize you were staring into space until you say a large tan hand appear in front of your face and began to snap its fingers, pulling you back into the moment.

“hellooo? Earth to ice princess.”

“Huh?” You shot up to sit straighter, blinking a bit as you take out your headphones, turning your head to look at the person who had just snapped you back into reality. “Look I know I’m attractive and all, but you don’t have to stare-“ Miguel begins, a cocky smirk on his face that you just wanted to smack off. One of his large hands going up to take off this helmet, his dark brown hair that was usually slicked back was now messy from the helmet, a thin coat of sweat covering his forehead. You cut him off, “ew, why would I be staring at you?” You question, your face slightly scrunched in distaste at the thought.

“You’ve been looking in my direction at the past 20 minutes.” He smirks as his teammates start to put away all their hockey equipment behind him, not paying attention to you both talk. You gave him a confused look before you realize why he might have been thinking that, “Oooooh-no-no I was just zoning out, I wasn’t staring at you on purpose.” You quickly explain, awkwardly scratching the back of your neck with your gloved hand, attempting to keep eye contact with the hockey player.

For a second, it looked like Miguel’s cocky exterior faltered, before coming back up. “Uh huh…sure.” He tone dripping with sarcasm as he drops his helmet onto a seat, then taking a seat next to you. His action caught you by surprise but you didn’t let it show, you also didn’t want to show the annoyance that filled your body from the taunting comment. “Why are you even here this early? Where is your little boyfriend?” He asked as turns his body towards you, resting the hand closest to you on his knee, his forearm that was further from you going to rest on his other knee. He was manspreading a bit, his eyes raking over your form slowly.

“Jesus why is it so warm in here all of a sudden? Usually I’m freezing my nonexistent balls off…” You thought as you shifted in your seat a bit, feeling the need to distract yourself, you start to change into your skates. “I wanted to get some time on the ice alone before practice but I forgot it was Thursday and- wait. Boyfriend?”

Miguel chuckled at your surprised reaction, turning his head away slightly, the hand that was resting on his knee came up to cover the smile that was creeping up on his face from your reaction. After a second or two he cleared his throat, his hand dropping back down to his knee as he turns to face you again with a neutral expression. “Yeah, your boyfriend, the one you skate with. What’s his name again? Lincoln? Liam?” Miguel knew his name, he just wanted to see if you’d correct him.

“Logan?”

Miguel tried his best not to scowl.

“Yeah, Logan-whatever-where’s he at?” He asked, he’s words come out annoyed and a bit rushed. “Well for one, he’s not my boyfriend, just my figure skating partner.” You start as you tilted your head to the side as you look at him, saying it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Now Miguel is trying his hardest not to let a huge shit eating grin spread across his lips. “And second, he’s probably on his way, he had a class today before practice-some science thing- I don’t know.” You shrugged your shoulders as you finish speaking.

Speaking of the devil, Logan and Coach Kavinsky appear through the front double door. “Ah! (Y/N), already here. Perfect! Let’s get straight into it.” She said with a smile as she seemingly ignore Miguel’s presence next to you, Logan stops next to you as you both took the guards off your skates, him shooting you a knowing look, his lips twitching up into small smirk as his eyes drift between you and Miguel. “I swear to God…if he brings this up later…” You start to think but a voice cut you off.

“Hey Cap!” One of the hockey players called out for Miguel’s attention, “We just finished packing up, you coming?” He asked as he skate to the edge of the rink, before getting out, a few of the other lingering players that were making sure all the equipment was all packed up doing the same. As soon as the other player was done speak to Miguel, he took off his helmet revealing (messy from the helmet and some sweat) light brown hair and brown eyes, his lower half of his face covered with a 5 o’ clock shadow and you noticed his nose was slightly croaked, probably him having broken it from a past game.

Miguel let out a heavy sigh, before turning towards the other player. “Yeah Parker, I’m going.” He grumbled as he brought his hand up to rub his face before giving you one more quick glance and getting up, leaving with the rest of who was left from his team, without another word. For some reason, that bothered you, causing your brows furrowed as your lips fall into a small frown.

“Rude…” you mumbled as you got up from your seat, Logan heard this and let out a small snort as he steps on to the ice. “Don’t overthink it (L/N), that’s just how he is.” Your partner tried to reassure you, you send him a small smile back and a quick nod of your head.

“Yeah, you’re right. I shouldn’t overthink it.” You repeat his words, as you went to enter the rink as well, but it was a bit too late for that, because you already were overthink it.

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#19 with Jamie x f!reader!!

Thank you!!

19. “I could pick you out from a room full of thousands of people.”

Jamie Tartt. What could you say about Jamie Tartt? Everything the papers said about him was true, to an extent. He was cheeky, and cocky in all the right ways, but he was also incredibly caring and needy as well.

Needy for you it seemed. Especially right in this exact moment. Right now, Jamie had his arms wrapped around you tightly as he swayed his hips to the music and kissed up and down your neck and jaw. You had your hands wrapped around his neck and up into his hair.

You wished for, like, two seconds, you could turn your brain off. Stop thinking about the infinite possibilities of what it could mean. In this moment, Jamie was choosing you and that's all that mattered. But instead, you couldn't focus on anything except the other faces in the crowd, watching you. Judging you. Comparing you to them.

What did you have that they didn't And, more importantly, what did they have that you didn't that could win Jamie over. You weren't exclusive or anything. You'd barely been on two date, he could easily leave you behind for someone more beautiful, more confident, more sexy. Suddenly, it was hard to breath.

You pushed Jamie off of you, muttering something about needing to use the bathroom before turning and starting to push through the crowd of people. You turned over your shoulder in time to see Jamie, watching you leave with a confused smile on his face, and another woman appraoching him in your absence.

You made it to the bathroom line which was long, and didn't feel like waiting, so instead you made your way outside. When you broke through the door, it felt like you were coming up for air after a deep dive.

Maybe you should just leave. Would he even notice? You'd basically disappeared into a crowd of hundreds. But, to your surprise, you were quickly proven wrong when Jamie emerged from the door behind you.

"There you are," he spouted, walking over to you. "I've been looking all over for you."

"Oh! Sorry!" You waved him off. "Just getting some air."

Jamie nodded, leaning against the wall. "Yeah, it was getting stuffy in there." If he noticed anything off about you he didn't say anything, he just hooked his hand around your waist and pulled you towards him. "It's pretty cold out here, innit, though?"

You blushed under his gaze, your hands resting on his chest. "Yeah... I guess it is."

He smirked at you, his hands roaming up your back, pushing to into him. "Don't worrry, I'll keep you warm.

He started to tilt his head to kiss to again when a surge of panic ran through you. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why couldn't your brain just shut up. Unfortunately, you couldn't find the mute button and found yourself pushing him away, much against your will.

Jamie's eyes were wide with shock, and a hint of guilt as he stood up straight. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head furiously. "No, no, I'm sorry I'm just..." You shoved your face in your hands. "I'm just stuck in my head."

Jamie placed his hands over yours and dragged them off of your face. He looked at you expectantly. "What's your head saying."

You bit your lip, chewing on your thoughts. Should you tell him? Would it be too much too soon? Would you come off as clingy? Instead of turning your brain off you decided to just ignore it.

"It's telling me that... that you deserve better than me," you admitted, feeling your hands get clammy in his. "That I'm nothing special, nothing to look at."

Jamie's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Is that what you think? that your 'nothing special.'" You nodded, unable to tear your gaze from his. "Honey, I could pick you out from a room full of thousands of people." You were shocked by his statement. You weren't sure if he knew the effect it had on you, but the smirk on his face told you he did.

"But I-I'm just... me and you're... Jamie Tartt!" You emphasized, gesturing to him. "As in Jamie Tartt doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo."

"I'm familiar with the chant, love."

"Well, then..." You let out an exhasperated gasp. "Why me?"

"Cause you cute, babe," he said, simply, shrugging. "And sweet. And funny. And that's all I want." He cocked his head at you. "Do I need to have another reason?"

You supposed not. He was just like you, wanting someone who wanted you for you. You let yourself move you hands up his chest.

"So... you don't want one of those girls in the club?"

"Nope?"

"And you really do just want me?"

"There's no just about it," he beamed, his arms making their way around my waist again. "It's everything. You're everything." You blushed again, feeling very warm in his embrace. "Now, can I kiss you again??"

You nodded, this time tilting your head to meet his lips. This time, you ignored your brain. Instead, you focused on the glorius feeling of kissing Jamie Tartt doo, doo ,doo, doo, doo ,doo.

[moonlightspencie]

hear me out… washing the impala at the bunker with dean when you’re bored. please and thank you 🫶🏼

literally rbed a gifset of him doing that exact thing earlier today. i’m feral for this scene {and the entire episode} so my brain is running wild rn hehe (also the quote from said episode, “i’m mostly confused” was one of my first handles on tumblr)

pairing: dean winchester x gn!reader

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You strolled around the bunker, frankly unsure what to do with yourself without the absolute urgency of chasing down some big bad. Not even a casual case had come up in a couple days, and you were growing a bit restless.

You finally ran into Sam after wandering for a while, catching him as he made a sandwich in the kitchen.

“Hey,” you greeted briefly, walking over to steal a piece of ham.

You chewed on it as he glanced at you with a quirked brow. He chuckled softly, then sighed.

“Hey,” he finally said. “You done eating my sandwich ingredients?”

“It was one piece of ham, Sammy.”

“Sam,” he corrected.

“I’ve been living with y’all for how long?”

He paused, then shook his head softly with a smile.

“You doing anything today?” you asked, hopping up on the counter.

He watched you for a moment. “Not really.”

“Ugh,” you groaned.

“What?” he asked, laughing.

“I’m bored,” you exclaimed. “We’re all cooped up, I need to… I need to do something.”

“I don’t know what to tell you,” he shrugged. “I’m gonna eat my sandwich.”

You sighed hard. “Where’s Dean?”

“Garage. I think he’s washing the cars.”

“All of em?”

“Probably,” he said with a smirk. “Go bother him.”

“Bother him? You think I’m bothering you?”

“Yes.”

You scoffed playfully, hopping off the counter. You started walking away, but made sure to get the last word in.

“One of these days I’ll be long gone and you’re gonna miss me like crazy, Sammy.”

He smiled again, not able to get in a word as you left for the garage.

You heard music playing before you even got to the door, opening it carefully and walking inside. You saw him, soaking the impala in soap and water, just a black t-shirt and jeans.

At least he wasn’t wearing the short-shorts this time.

You let yourself watch him for a few moments, never not in awe as to how someone could look so good in a plain black t-shirt. Eventually you decided to stop creeping on him and headed towards him instead.

“Hey,” he said as soon as he saw you.

“Hey. You need help?” you asked, lingering near the hood as he wiped down the windshield. “And by that I mean, please let me help. I’m dying to do something.”

He smiled, nodding towards the suds-filled bucket.

“Grab a sponge.”

You picked up the other sponge from the bucket, wasting no time in scrubbing down the roof of the car. You both listened to the music, slowly but surely getting every nook and cranny of the vehicle. You were working on one of the back wheel wells when Dean grabbed your attention.

“Hey, trade-off,” he said, tossing a newly-wet sponge in your direction.

Unfortunately for you, he didn’t give enough of a verbal warning. The heavy sponge hit you in the leg, knocking you off your balance and making you land straight on your butt. You opened your mouth in a feigned offense.

“You dick,” you said, laughing lightly.

He laughed at you, not even bothering to help you back up. You scrambled up, slamming the sponge on top of the car and grabbing the hose. You called for him, stopping him from laughing right as you sprayed him with the hose, effectively soaking his shirt.

His eyes went wide, freezing in his motions for a few seconds.

“You little—”

He started after you, not stopping even as you started spraying him again.

“No!” you squealed.

He closed in, grabbing you and effectively trapping you against the car. He wrestled the hose from your hand, turning it on you.

“How do you like it?”

You screamed and laughed, trying to push him off. He was relentless, giggling with glee as he soaked you completely. You reached behind you to get the sponge, wringing it out over his head. Luckily for you, it shocked him enough to get out of his grip. Unluckily for you, he quickly recovered and caught up to you before you could get far.

“You’re not getting away that easy,” he muttered.

He grabbed you from behind as you tried running, pulling you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding your arms to your chest. You laughed hard, trying to wriggle away.

“You’re so mean,” you yelled, his grip only tightening.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish,” he said into your ear, clearly proud of himself.

“Whoa,” you heard Sam’s voice. “Should I give you two some privacy?”

You stood up a little straighter, looking in his direction. Dean only slightly loosened his grip.

“We’re washing the car,” you stated as if he didn’t just walk in with fully functional eyes.

He merely quirked a brow. “You two look cleaner than the car.”

“She started it,” Dean said quickly.

You craned your neck to see him behind you, giving him a sour look.

“You threw a sponge at me.”

“You hosed me down.”

Sam nodded slowly, backing out of the room quietly to retreat.

“Not fair,” you said, almost smiling again.

“Very fair,” he stated.

“Let me go,” you laughed.

“No way,” he said, only holding on tighter. “This is your punishment.”

You smirked. “If you really wanted to cuddle this bad, you could’ve just asked, you know?”

“How much you gonna let me ask for?”

“Not much I wouldn’t,” you said, hoping this wasn’t crossing any lines.

He hummed, an obvious smile in his voice, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Apparently, he didn’t care much about a crossed line or two.

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[dbnightingale24]

Christmas Wish List

A Johnny Storm One Shot

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Surprise @autumnrose40 !!  Okay, so I had planned for this to go with your gift, but as you can tell, that didn’t work out -__- . This is just a small thank you for being there for me all the time, and listen to me cry and vent about any and every thing. Also, I know that things are tricky right now, so I hope this brightens your day a bit! I love you tons and I hope you enjoy it!

Thank you, as always, to @fuckingbye​ for the moodboard and literally everything else that you do. I love you!

Word Count: 11,037 (don’t get used to this)

Warnings: MINORS DNI (18+ Only!!!!!), Fluff, Angst, Bit of A Slow Burn, Drinking, Smoking, Swearing, SMUT, Insecurity, A Bit of Self Loathing, Bits of Depression, Shitty Ex BF...I think that’s it?

Song(s) That Inspired This Story: You’re Here, Where You Should Be

I do not consent to any of my works/stories being posted elsewhere.

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You try to get lost in the Christmas music you have playing in your office, trying to block out the music that’s being played from the ballroom down the hallway. It’s not that you don’t want to observe the festivities going on for the holidays, but you just feel that it’s not the best idea.

“You don’t have to keep working,” Susan Storm laughs, causing you to jump just a little as she enters your little office with two drinks in hand. “You should be enjoying the party with the rest of us.”

Or, Mrs. Richards. She doesn’t mind either.

“No, I still have work to do, it’s okay-”

“It’ll still be waiting for you when you get back from your holiday break,” she interrupts softly as she takes a seat at the other side of your desk. “Are you gonna go and see your family?”

“Um, no family to see,” you smile awkwardly. “Parents are gone, lost them in the attack on the towers, and I don’t have much a relationship with my siblings. I’m gonna stick to the tradition I’ve been following for about...six years, now? My friends and I make our favorite foods, have a big dinner, and exchange gifts.” “That sounds like fun,” she smiles, finally putting down the drink she brought in for you.

“You didn’t have to-”

“You work hard, Y/N. I know we don’t always acknowledge it, but Reed and I do see how hard you work, and how you come in earlier or stay later than you have to. You deserve a night of fun, even if you don’t stay for the party, you should enjoy being young. How old are you? 22?”

“You’re kind!” you laugh in disbelief. “I turn 28 this year.”

“Seriously?!”

“Good genes,” you smirk and she laughs.

“Well, no one is going to hold you to all of this work. If you want to, we’d love to have you at the party,” she says with all sincerity before getting up. She looks over on your desk and sees the picture of you and Johnny at the beach from last Summer and smiles before walking away.

The teeth he had pull to get you on that bike. Sometimes, his patience truly amazed you.

It’s not like you don’t want to go, but you’re trying to avoid him. Ever since the night you made a move on him, almost two months ago, you’ve made it a point to avoid Johnny Storm at all costs. It’s not like you didn’t try and stop yourself, but Johnny Storm is just that:

A fucking storm.

However, you didn’t want to be just a notch in his bedpost so, you did the only logical thing your drunk brain could come up with: you ran out of the room like a bat outta hell. You know it didn’t mean anything, so you’re not sure why you keep thinking about it. You were both drunk and said he said some things he couldn’t have possibly meant. Drunk men will do and say anything to get into someone’s pants, and why should he be any different? Because he’s a superhero? Because he’s your best friend? What the hell does that mean to you? Yes, like most women, you think he’s gorgeous and, even though you hate to admit it, you’ve spent more than a few lonely nights getting off to the thought of him and all of the things you’re more than sure he can make you feel.

Unfortunately, for you, it’s so much more than that.

You work for the Fantastic Four, and you have for fours years now. You get to see a side of them that the rest of the world doesn’t, and that’s what made you fall so hard for him. You’ve seen him triumphant and you’ve also seen him defeated. You’ve seen him being the sweetest guy while sober, and the biggest douche while drunk. You’ve seen the temper tantrums, while you’ve also seen him step up and take charge.

You have seen every side of Johnny Storm and you can’t help but love him. You know most people don’t see it (or think it for that matter), or believe it, but he is complex. He struggles with being a son his parents would be proud of (maybe that’s why him and Tony Stark get along so well), while also struggling with his own damn personality. Johnny is a fire by default (superpowers be dammed), and he can’t help but be a little reckless. He’s the youngest and has been spoiled since birth.

He doesn’t know how else to be.

That being said, you don’t know how to turn it off. You don’t know how to not want him. He’s nothing but chaos, but for you? Well, for you, he acts like he’ll move heaven and hell for you.

You don’t know how to stop being in love with him.

As you sip the whiskey neat Susan left you, you wonder how the hell you’ll be able to keep handling this job?

How the hell will you be able to handle Johnny Storm?

**

Johnny’s P.O.V

Why aren’t you here? I suggested this party just for you. It’s not like I haven’t tried to fight what I feel for you, but it’s...you. Of all the people I expected to fall for, you were who I least expected. Then, I saw you that night a year ago, and you’ve been all I’ve focused on since.

“Johnny, this club is beat!” my date whined before she took a drink of whatever the hell I ordered for her. “Lets go!”

“We’ve only been here for five minutes-”

“And it’s not gonna get any better!”

“Let me finish my drink,” I mumbled, irritated that it was taking me so long to get me to what I wanted.

That’s what I get for hanging around with the crowd that I do.

“Well, make it fast,” she scowled and I rolled my eyes.

It’s not like she was wrong. For a Saturday night, at 11pm, it was pretty dead. Of course, she was scouting for new candidates once I got rid of her, and I just wanted to see if it was anything worth revisiting. I was more than ready to leave as I started to down my drink, but then...

Then, I saw you.

“You can leave if you want. I think I wanna stick this out,” I told my date as I saw you dancing and laughing with your friends to ‘If You Dare’ by Jazmine Sullivan.

“Fine,” she huffed before she ordered another a drink.

I should’ve left, because there was no reason for me to stay. We were friends and I shouldn’t have thought of you in that way. You weren’t like the women I usually dated or flirted with, you stayed focused on your work at all times, you had your priorities straight, you had been through enough and didn’t need me complicating things for you.

You looked so happy and content, and it’d been so long since I’d seen you like that. Yeah, that was on me, but it didn’t matter in that moment. You always wore modest clothes, you never smiled like that while working, you were dancing so freely, and you looked like you didn’t have a care in the world.

I tried, but I just couldn’t look away. As the songs kept playing, and the drinks kept coming, you just became more and more carefree, and it just made me miss you even more.

It’s not like I didn’t believe in real love or relationships, I just didn’t believe in them for me. Seeing you in that moment though...it had me seeing things differently. However, if I’m honest with myself, it started long before that, didn’t it?

“Johnny,” Reed called, pulling my attention away from the X-Games on the screen in front of me, “this is Y/N. Be nice to her, she’s going to help with research and also acting as a receptionist.”

“Don’t tell me you found someone to keep you occupied while Sue is busy,” I chuckled as I looked you over.

You instantly froze at that.

“Johnny!” Reed snapped.

“It was a joke,” I sighed, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“Y-you too, Mr. Storm.”

“God no,” I groaned, “Johnny. Please, call me Johnny!”

“Will do,” you laughed softly, “it’s nice to meet you, Johnny.”

Something abut that small, innocent laugh made something stir inside of me. I made that remark about you keeping Reed busy while Sue was away, because you looked like the type of nerd he’d fall for. I won’t lie though, I did think you were cute. Shy, quiet, anxious, glasses that were slightly too big for your face, a beige sweater that was too big for you, and little black pencil skirt. You were the type of woman I would’ve secretly crushed on in High School.

From that day on, you did your best to stay out of the way. You were kind to everyone, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry or get angry, you were always two hours too early and stayed three hours later than you needed to, and you rarely ever asked for days off. The days when you weren’t in the building felt empty.

Lonely.

I think what changed things for me was how you treated me after the incident with the Silver Surfer.

“Johnny?” you called softly as you came out onto the balcony.

“Stay back, I might fuck you up too,” I scowled, grabbing another beer from the six pack I brought out with me.

“You didn’t fuck up anything, Johnny,” you sighed as you took a seat next to me.

That was the first time I ever heard you curse.

“Tell that to Reed.”

“You went after the Surfer because it was your job. You didn’t do this to yourself.”

“I almost killed-”

“But you didn’t,” you interrupted softly. “Accidents happen. Are you headstrong and cocky? Absolutely,” you smirked and I couldn’t help but scoff, “but you’re also a good guy who loves his sister, his friends, and wants to do what’s best for everyone else. It was just a bad day. All of this will get sorted out and it’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“How do you know?”

“I just do,” you smiled reassuringly before getting up, “I’ll get out of your hair so you can-”

“No....stay...if you don’t mind. It’s nice...having someone to talk to about this. It’s nice...talking to you,” I muttered as I offered you a beer.

We stayed out there for hours, talking about any and everything. That’s when I learned about your family, your awful money hungry siblings, your shitty boyfriend, your love of art, classic and horror movies, and how much you love to cook.

That’s when I learned that I was in love with you.

Fast forward two months and my luck seemed to change just a bit.

“You can’t be here, Tyler!” I heard you snap softly.

“You’re always here!” Tyler responded with a gruff tone that I didn’t appreciate at all.

How the hell could your boyfriend be getting angry with you for doing your job? Especially when he does nothing to contribute!

“It’s a fucking party-”

“Do you not see how many diplomats are here?! This is much more than a party! Deals are being made, help is being asked for, agreements are being-”

“Another fucking night that you’re not home! You’re coming home with me-”

“Let me go!” you almost yelled. “I have a fucking job to do! A job that pays our bills and keeps food in the fridge, since you lost your fucking job! Maybe, if you’d go out-”

“You little bitch! You know that wasn’t my fault! I-”

“You were drunk on the fucking job, Tyler! You got fired because you don’t know how to get your shit together!”

“You think you’re so much fucking better than-”

“Is there a problem here?” I asked as I made my way out onto the terrace.

“Johnny, everything is fine,” you scrambled frantically over to me, “you don’t have to-”

“Who the fuck are you?!” Tyler interrupted.

“A friend,” I warned as my hands flared up.

I didn’t even mean for it to happen, I was just that concerned and angry. God, what the hell were you doing to me?

“Jesus, you’re fucking the Human Torch?!” Tyler snapped.

“TYLER!”

“You need to leave,” I warned as I made my way over to him, “you weren’t invited and no one wants you here. Leave.”

“Johnny-dammit!” you snapped, touching my shoulder only to find my clothes damn near boiling.

“Fucking stay here if you want,” Tyler snapped, his laugh was condescending, “but I won’t fucking be around when you get back to the apartment. We’re done!” he spat as he stormed off.

“Are you okay?” I asked turning to look at you as soon as he was gone.

“I’m...I’m fine, I’m so sorry...you shouldn’t have had to...fuck!” you winced as clenched your fists, because you forgot all about the burn on your hand.

“Shit! Lets get you inside and wrap that up, okay?”

“No...you go back to the party!” you sobbed as you tried to fight back your tears. “You don’t have to-”

“Hey, lets get you inside, get this wrapped up, and have a few drinks, okay?”

“They’re so many people here to see you-”

“Who gives a shit?” I smirked which gained a small giggle from you. “I have something more important to take care of right now.”

You cried for hours that night and it broke my heart. You hide everything so well, all for the sake of a paycheck, that I sometimes forgot how much you had going on in your life. I forgot about the pain you hid in order to keep your head on straight, the stress you cried yourself to sleep over at night, and the anger you pushed aside so you wouldn’t lose yourself in it.

You make it so easy for people to forget, because you don’t want to inconvenience anyone. You don’t want to feel like you’re a burden, because so many people in your life have made you feel like one. I held you for hours, calmed you down, and convinced you to stay in my room that night. Of course, you protested (not wanting to put me out), but I eventually got you to agree when I lied and told you I usually sleep on the sofa anyway.

I didn’t want you crying all alone in your apartment, and if that asshole would’ve been there when you got home, someone was definitely going to get hurt.

And it wouldn’t have been you or me.

From that day on, I found reasons to be around you. Whether it was keeping you company when you stayed too late, or annoying you until you’d agree to go with me to get lunch.

I don’t know why I was so shocked by how funny you were, but you never failed to make me laugh. Whether it was an offhanded comment, your horrible impersonations of reporters who did stories on the Fantastic Four, or you singing some song you loved off-key, you constantly kept me laughing. You didn’t make a big fuss or catch an attitude when people would crowd around and ask for pictures and autographs, you just stood off to the side and waited for me, always asking if I was okay after all was said and done.

“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” I scoffed as we got back to the building.

“I know that you love all of the attention that comes with all of this,” you said with that smart-ass smirk of yours, “but I also know that everyone has a limit. It’s a lot to be in the public eye all the time and, on top of that, you’re a superhero. I know how loud it can get in ones brain and I just wanna make sure that you’re okay. You know you don’t have to hide from me,” you smiled up at me, with those big beautiful eyes of yours.

Of course I had to hide from you. Everyone else could see what was happening, except you. I went from wanting to be in your space to needing it. You calmed me, as lame as that sounds. That ego of mine, that always seems to grow by the second, always seemed to come back down to earth when I was around you.

“Johnny, just tell her you like her,” Susan smiled one day when she caught me staring at you from the living area.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“Cause women like her don’t go for guys like me. She’s too smart for me.”

“I’m sorry, do my ears deceive me? Johnny Storm thinks someone is too good for him?” Ben laughed as he made his way down the hall.

“You don’t have any fucking ears,” I scowled with an eye roll.

“Just tell her, kid. She probably feels the same way-”

“No, she doesn’t. She couldn’t.”

“She spends a lot of time with you for someone who doesn’t feel the same,” Sue encouraged.

“It’s better this way-”

“Just got off the phone with, Stark,” Reed interrupted as he rushed into the hallway, “he and Bruce have discovered a cosmic disturbance and it’s headed...did I miss something? Why are we all looking at Y/N? Is she okay?”

“This is the guy you chose to spend forever with?” I asked Sue with a cocked eyebrow.

“Trust me, I question it sometimes too,” she muttered with an eye roll.

“What am I missing?!”

“Just let it go, buddy,” Ben laughed, “what’s wrong with the world this time?”

After that, I did my best to stay away. It would’ve been best for everyone. I don’t know how to do relationships, and you deserve someone who isn’t emotionally stunted.

At least, that’s what I told myself.

“Did I do something wrong?” you asked one day as you cautiously approached the kitchen.

“What? No. Why would you think that?”

“You just...you seem far away. You don’t come and visit me, we don’t get lunch together anymore, you don’t stay with me after work anymore...”

“You’re perfect,” I sighed, hating how much pain was in your eyes, “I just figured I was becoming a distraction for you. Plus, I know there have been some rumors that we’re dating circling around, and I don’t want you getting hassled.”

“That’s outside. Even in here, you avoid me like the plague. I don’t know, I just feel like we haven’t spent time together in forever.”

“I’ve just had a lot on my mind. There’s a lot going on.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t wanna bother you with it.”

“Johnny, if there’s something I did-”

“It’s not you, sweetheart. I promise.”

God, I hated how sad you looked and I hated that I was the reason for it, but I really felt like it would be for the best. For once, I was trying my hardest not to be selfish. I buried myself in as much work as I could, I went back to dating random models and socialites, and I did my best to avoid you.

“You’re a real asshole, Johnny,” Susan scolded as she made her way into my room.

“Aren’t you supposed to knock before you start harassing someone?”

“Johnny, you’re breaking Y/N’s heart!”

“Stop being so dramatic. I’m sure she’s fine-”

“Then why did I just catch her crying in the research office?”

“Susan-”

“What the hell is wrong with you? You spent every waking moment with her, brought her flowers, her favorite foods, stayed late with her every chance you got, and now? Now, you’re back to hooking up with the same airheads and getting into dead end relationships!”

“Susan-”

“You finally found someone perfect for you and you’re just letting her go? For what? Because you refuse-”

“SUSAN!” I snapped, tired of hearing all of the wrong reasons I’m staying away. “Just stay out of it.”

“What am I missing here, Johnny?”

“It’s just better this way. She’s better off this way. Whatever she thinks she feels for me will go away.”

“Johnny-”

“Just stay out of it, Susan, and close the door on your way out.”

I could tell by the way her eye was twitching that she wanted to say more, but just nodded, before leaving and slamming my door shut.

It’s not like it wasn’t hurting me too, but I didn’t do relationships. I never knew how. I didn’t want my first real attempt to be with you, fuck it up, then lose you forever and all together.

You’re entirely too important to me, and if we’re going to be together, I want it to be forever.

So, I pretended to not feel your longing gaze on me when I would walk by, pretended that I didn’t hear quiet sobs at night when you thought we were all off doing something else, and I pretended that I wasn’t the loneliest I’d ever been in my life.

In response to all of the hell I brought upon myself, I was more irritated than usual, more times than not I ignored Reed and did what I thought was best (everyone loved that), I went to pointless parties with empty headed people, and I kept looking for comfort in women whose names I didn’t care to remember.

No, it wasn’t the best solution, but what else could I do? As much as I was pissing everyone else off, they didn’t say anything. Everything was fine until I saw you on that dance floor.

“Those things will kill you,” I smirked, coming up behind you outside as I snapped my fingers and made a small flame appear.

“Mr. Storm!” you gasped as you almost dropped it. “I...I didn’t know you were here.”

“Mr. Storm? Really?” I scoffed as you lit your cigarette with the flame I made you. “When have I ever wanted you to call me that?”

“Things are different now...” you trailed off before you took a drag of your cigarette.

“When did you start that?” I questioned, nodding towards the cigarette.

“Um two months ago? Maybe three, I’m not sure.”

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing really, just some shit with my siblings, it’s fine. You should get back to your date-”

“She can wait. What’s going on?”

“Mr. Storm-”

“Stop calling me that.”

“No, it’s better if I don’t. I got too comfortable before-”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did. I don’t know, I thought we were friends-”

“We are friends. You’re my best friend.”

“Best friends don’t just randomly start ignoring each other.”

“I’m sorry. I was going through something and I didn’t know how to talk about it. I’m back though. I miss you.”

“Mr. Storm-”

“Sweetheart, please.”

“Johnny...that really hurt. You just left and you didn’t-”

“I really am sorry, sweetheart. I won’t do it again.”

“I should get back inside,” you sighed as you dropped your cigarette and stomped on it.

“JOHNNY! OVER HERE!” a photographer yelled as he started snapping away.

“Fucks sake-”

“It’s fine, I’ll head back inside-”

“Let me take you back to-”

“ARE YOU TWO BACK ON?!” another photographer yelled, “WHAT’S HER NAME?!”

“Lets get you out of here,” I growled as I hugged you close, covered your face, and got us a cab.

Once we got inside, you didn’t let me go, and it tugged at my heart more than I thought it would.

“I really missed you, Johnny.”

“I know, I missed you too, babe.”

“Don’t leave me again, please.”

“I promise I won’t.”

From that day on, we went back to how we were almost instantly. You even started inviting me over to your place. Once again, everyone was pushing me to ask you out, but being apart of your life again was more than enough for me. I stopped going out so much, my attitude went back normal (which according to Ben wasn’t much better), and stopped partying (which made Sue happy).

Every night that I had those feelings, I took care of it myself, your name softly leaving my lips every time. If all I could do was want you, that was fine by me. I still didn’t trust myself with you and I had no intention of fucking things up again.

At least, that’s what I told myself at the time. Then, two months ago, I ruined everything.

“Why are you still working?” I pouted as I poked my head inside your office.

“Because there’s still work to be done,” you giggled, not even looking up from the screen.

“It’s 11:30 on a Friday. You know you’ll come in tomorrow and finish up-”

“Maybe I’ll take tomorrow off, you never know.”

“Yeah, and do what?” I smirked as you shook your head.

God, you were so damn cute when you got flustered.

“I don’t know. Go to Ithaca and walk down a waterfall.”

“What the hell?”

“You can! I’ve done it before!”

“You’ll have to take me one day,” I laughed, “c’mon, close up shop and lets go.”

“Go where, Johnny? I don’t feel like going to a club, or a bar.”

“I’ll order us some food, we’ll have some drinks, and we’ll watch a movie.”

“We can do that any day.”

“Yes, but I want to do it today. So,” I started as I pushed myself off the door frame, “lets turn all this bullshit off and decide on dinner.”

“Johnny!” you laughed as I pulled you out of your seat.

“You know you’d rather be hanging out with me anyway.”

“You’re nothing but trouble,” you giggled.

“It’s your favorite thing about me.”

Everything was going fine. We ended up getting Chinese food, drinks were flowing, the conversation was great, and we ended up watching the ‘Philadelphia Story’.

At some point, you ended up in my lap, and I was holding you as if I’d never let you go. Yeah, we’d been drinking, but I should’ve known better than to let it get that far in the first damn place.

“Don’t you want that, Johnny?” you softly slurred as you laid your head on my shoulder.

“What? A bunch of tricks and schemes, and a failed wedding?” I laughed, just as drunk as you were as I brushed your hair out of your face.

“No! To rediscover your true love and make it work!”

“Is that you want?”

“I think I just want to find my true love,” you chuckled as your arms snaked up and around my neck.

You felt like home.

“What about you?” you asked softly.

“What about me?”

“What do you want in a soulmate? What are you looking for?”

“I don’t think I’m soulmate material.”

“Of course you are! Everyone is,” you promised sympathetically as one of your hands cupped my cheek.

I should’ve stopped it right then and there, but between the alcohol coursing through my veins and how bad I’ve needed you, I couldn’t have pumped the breaks if I’d wanted to.

“What would I want in a soulmate? Someone like you, I guess.”

“Someone like me?”

“You’re perfect,” I confessed softly as I met your soft gaze.

God, you looked so beautiful. When didn’t you?

“Johnny, you and I both know-”

“You’ve been everything to me for the longest time. If I were looking for someone to spend forever with, it would be you,” I admitted as I tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

In the blink of an eye, your lips were on mine and it felt like heaven. Everything that I had day dreamed of and imagined, came to life in that moment. When your fingers found their way into my hair, I did nothing to stop them. Even with how tight you were gripping my hair, it was still the closest to heaven that I’d ever felt.

“Y/N,” I moaned as you straddled me.

I had every intention to tell you to stop, but it just felt too damn good. Imagine your favorite dream or fantasy finally becoming real.

This was better than that.

“I’ve wanted you for so damn long,” I whispered as I started to trail kissing along the column of your neck. “I’ve needed you.”

“I’m all yours,” you whimpered as your hands traveled down to the hem of my shirt, “I’ve always been yours.”

You broke away for just a second to take my shirt off, and the whimper that left your mouth had me smirking. It was nice to know that you liked what you saw. Once again, somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I should’ve stopped, but the thought alone was too much for me. Instead, I reached for your panties and ripped them off, having to remind myself not to get too excited.

“Johnny,” you whined, “thought about having you like this for so long!”

“Fuck,” I growled into your neck, trying not to get too rough when I bit your neck “you fucked this perfect little cunt thinking about me?”

“So many fucking times!” you confessed with a moan as you ground yourself against me.

There was no way I was stopping.

“Lift those arms, baby. Gotta get this fucking shirt off. I need to see all of you,” I begged with a husk.

And that’s when everything changed.

“No...no, no! What the fuck am I doing?!” you questioned as mortification showed all over your face.

“What’s wrong?”

“This is...this is all wrong! Fuck, I’m so sorry,” you almost sobbed as you got off of me. “Fuck!”

“Y/N-”

“I’m so sorry, Johnny. I have to go,” you sobbed before you ran out of my room.

Since that night, you’ve avoided me like the plague and it’s not like I can be mad at you. I never planned on it going that far, and if it were to ever go that far, I wanted us both to be sober. I can only imagine that you ran off because you didn’t want to be just another trinket.

Another trophy fuck.

Every time I tried to talk about it, you had an excuse not to. Sometimes it was work, other times it had to do with your friends, and sometimes you just told the truth and told me you didn’t wanna talk about it.

I tried to think of a way to make it up to you, but nothing felt right. Flowers felt too small, your favorite food felt like a cop out, and there was no way in hell that you were gonna wanna be alone with me again.I wanted to do something for Halloween, since I know it’s your favorite holiday, but I couldn’t think of anything you’d want to do with me. So, that just left Christmas.

“Sue, why don’t you throw a Christmas party?” I suggested nonchalantly as I sauntered into her office.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with Y/N not speaking to you, would it?”

“She has nothing to do with this. She and I are just fine-”

“You’re a shitty liar when it comes to me, Johnny. So, don’t try it.”

“I just thought it would be nice. We’re invited to every party, but we’ve never thrown one ourselves.”

There was no way in hell that I was about to fess up and say this was all for you. The last thing I needed was everyone giving me unsolicited advice.

“I’m not buying it, but you make a good point,” she sighed as she sat back in her chair. “I’ll talk to Reed about it-”

“You’re not gonna let him be in charge, right?”

“Just because I’m in love with the man, doesn’t mean I’d leave him in charge of any social event,” she scowled and I chuckled.

“Thank you, Sue. I mean it.”

“Whatever is going on between you two will work itself out,” she promised with a reassuring smile.

I don’t think I’ve ever worked so hard on anything in my life, or been so damn stressed. I made sure to have all of your favorite foods on the menu, your favorite deserts, and your favorite drinks. I’m more than sure I annoyed the hell out of Sue, but I didn’t give a damn. As long as everything was set up how you would like it, I didn’t care who I pissed off.

Now, everyone is here except for you. Going to see you won’t help anything, but even if you don’t forgive me, I at least want you to enjoy a party that was built around you.

“Johnny, standing in a corner and pouting won’t help anything,” Susan sighs coming up next to me.

“This is her favorite song,” I mutter as ‘Silent Night’ starts playing.

“Is that why three different versions of it are on the playlist?”

“I wanna make sure she hears it.”

“It’s gonna be okay.”

“She’s still not here, Sue. Even if she doesn’t wanna see me...they’re a ton of people here and she’s still not here.”

“What happened?”

“It doesn’t matter.” “Johnny-”

“Just drop it, Sue.”

“Well, give it time. I went to see her and, while I can tell that she’s torn, I think she’s going to show up.”

“How are you so sure?”

“I can just tell. When something is right, it just works out,” she smiles before turning her attention back to the crowd, “Natasha! Bruce! I’m so happy you were able to make it!” she beams before walking off.

I pray that she’s right, because I don’t know what took me so long to realize that you’re the only person I’ll ever want to commit to. I know that I can be a real pain in the ass and difficult, but I’m willing to work on myself if it means that I can have forever with you.

I’m willing to do any and everything if it means I can make you mine.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t impressed with the party. All of your favorite foods, you’re more than sure you’ve heard at least four different versions of ‘Silent Night’, every drink option that you love...

It has to be Johnny.

God, why did that night have to happen? Where the hell did your self control go? No, you don’t think Johnny would ever intentionally hurt you, but you also know that Johnny is shit with commitment. It’s not like the man doesn’t try, but you also know that the idea of him being with one person forever terrifies him.

However, that doesn’t change the fact that you miss him so damn much.

You came into the party with the intention of staying out of sight and out of mind, but Ben was in a good mood and pulled you into a conversation about latest research you were helping Reed with until Alicia pulled him away. You tried to get back to your corner of solitude, but somehow, you found everyone wanting to talk to you.

Unbeknownst to you, Reed and Sue had been talking you up. Telling everyone how much they appreciate all the hard work you do, how committed you are to your work, and how your attitude always brightens the mood, no matter how bleak things may seem.

Now, you’re being asked left and right if you’re willing to split your time, if you have any friends that are just as hard working as you, and where you studied Science at (in hopes of finding someone just as dedicated as you). As flattered as you are, you just want to stay in a corner by yourself, quietly scanning the room for Johnny (and whoever he brought as a date), and make sure that he’s happy. For as heartbroken as you’ve been for the last two months, that doesn’t mean you don’t want to see him happy.

Even if it is with someone else.

Sure, you could go and talk to him and put an end to all of this, but that would mean facing him, and you’re not ready for that just yet. Yes, you were both drunk and got swept away, but you don’t know how to handle it the way you think you should yet. The fact of the matter is: you love Johnny Storm. You have been for a while and you had been doing such a good job at hiding it. You’d seen the type of women Johnny fooled around with, and you knew you’d never live up to those standards. Yeah, he remember what he said that night, but he was also drunk and horny. No, he’s not a bad guy, but you’ve seen him play women before by drawing it out even though it was obvious to everyone else that he had no intention of sticking around. You’d like to believe that you were different, but once again, he was drunk and horny.

Accidents happen all the time.

However, you’ve been asking yourself the same question over and over again since the whole thing happened: if you could take any of it back, would you? You come to the same answer every time.

Hell no.

Having some of Johnny was better than having none of him, even if it was only for a moment. So, you told yourself that the next time you see Johnny, you’re going to apologize for your actions, promise him it’ll never happen again, and hope that you two can go back to the way things were.

At least that’s what you keep telling yourself.

After a few more uncomfortable conversations, you’re finally able to grab yourself a drink and make your way back into a corner. It seems silly to be in a corner of a party that seems to be catered around the things you love, but you just feel safer. Being in that room full of high profile diplomats and superheros just doesn’t feel right alone. It won’t feel okay unless Johnny is by your side.

“Why don’t you ever come to any of the parties?” Johnny asked you as he met you outside of your apartment complex. “You’re always invited.”

“Those parties are the last place I belong,” you scoffed as you put on the sunglasses he gifted you last week.

He told he got them for you because he was tired of you blocking out the sun with frames that didn’t suit your face.

“Why do you say that?’

“Cause that’s not me...it’s you,” you motioned towards him.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“You constantly save the world, and you’re ‘Mr. Personality’. That whole thing is your scene, not mine.”

“You’ve been huge help on all of those missions-”

“I’m a behind the scenes kind of woman, Johnny.”

“You don’t have to be. You could go with me,” he offered and you rolled your eyes.

“It’s all fun and games until you leave me for some model-”

“You know better than that, sweetheart. I wouldn’t leave you alone in a crowd, especially when I know how uncomfortable it’d make you.”

“You’d wanna be seen with me over some shiny model?”

“You’d wanna be seen with me over some fuckin’ book about space and atoms?” he questioned with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk as you let out a full bodied laugh. “Why wouldn’t I wanna be seen with you?”

“I’m not the kind of woman you’re ever seen with.”

“That’s because the only time you hangout with me is when we hangout for lunch.”

“When else can we hangout? You’re always busy or fucking.”

“We can hangout whenever you want, just say the word.”

“Yeah okay.”

“I mean it, tell me when you want to hangout and we will.”

“I wouldn’t even know what to do.”

“What are you doing today?”

“Lunch with you and then I was gonna do some more research on-”

“It’s your day off!”

“There’s always more work to be-”

“Yeah no, we’re hanging out. Your schedule has just been cleared. I know exactly what we’re gonna do,” he smirked as he pulled you along with him.

“Johnny-”

“Trust me!”

Usually, you hate Summer. You don’t like the beaches in New York, so there’s never one to go to. Sure, you can go to Jersey, but it’s always crowded and such a hassle to get to that, by the time you get there, you’re not even in the mood to do anything anymore. So, you usually stay in and do your best to avoid the heat, which is impossible because the city is always filled with too many people.

Summer hadn’t been something you’d enjoyed in a while.

However, that day that you spent with Johnny was one of the best days you’d ever had with him. He took you to one his favorite sports bars, spoiled you just a bit with new glasses and a necklace that he saw you eyeing while you waited for him to get off the phone with Reed, took you to his favorite casual restaurant for lunch, took you to the MET (you couldn’t tell but it made his heart so full to see you so happy), accompanied you on a stroll through Central Park, treated you to a movie, took you to dinner at Carmines (how he knew you’d always wanted to go is something you still don’t know), and ended the night with riding you around on his motorcycle (which only took about 20 minutes worth of convincing).

“See? I’m pretty fun to hangout with,” Johnny smirked as you both leaned against his bike, looking out at the view from the Brooklyn Bridge.

“I had the best day I’ve had in a while,” you smiled, laying your head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry about some of the hell we had to deal with today. The paparazzi and the fans-”

“It wasn’t terrible,” you shrugged. “Yeah, I was completely out of my comfort zone, but I felt safe with you.”

“Yeah, hanging with The Torch has the effect,” he said smugly and you burst out laughing.

“Never refer to yourself that way around me ever again,” you breathed once you finally caught your breath. “It has nothing to do with you being ‘The Human Torch’. I just feel safe with you...I trust you. I always have.”

“Yeah? Enough to go to one of these parties with me?”

“I will go to a party with you, I promise,” you giggled.

“Ready for me to take you home?”

“Lets stay here just a little bit longer?” you begged softy.

“We can do whatever you want, sweetheart.”

You wish you could just go back to that night. Everything was simple, and the both of you were so happy. Now, it’s all a fucking mess.

“Hey,” a familiar voice says softly from behind you. A voice you’ve missed more than you’ll ever be able to put into words.

You told yourself that you’d be gracious about the whole thing that you’d talk to him like an adult. Yet, the second you feel his breath on the back of your neck, you take off running like a deer in the headlights.

In fucking heels no less.

“Y/N! Please!” Johnny yells running after you.

Why are you running? There’s literally no reason to. It’s not like any crimes were committed and you didn’t murder anyone. All you did was almost completely give yourself to the one person your heart burns for.

No big deal.

You’re quick to get inside your office and start pacing, taking deep breaths as you try and calm your nerves. Why can’t you calm down? You can do this! You’ve talked to Johnny about so many things that were much more difficult than this, so what is the problem? You just want him back in your life, so you need to stop hiding from him (literally), and grow up.

“Wh...when the fuck did you...become a fast...fast runner?” Johnny breaths as he leans against your door.

“I’m sorry...” you mumble, toying with fingers and looking at your feet.

“Can you please talk to me? This is insane! It doesn’t have to be like this!”

“I know and I’m sorry, I really am. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about everything, but its turning out to be a lot harder than I thought.”

“Why? Yes, things got...heated, but we’ve always been able to-”

“We’ve never even kissed before, Johnny. That night...it’s not the same.”

“We’ve talked about more complicated things than almost hooking-”

“Johnny, I love you. I am so in love with you and I...I had planned on keeping it to myself, because you don’t do relationships, and that’s fine! I was fine with how we were, but then we kissed and said things...my panties came off...I’ve been wanting to talk to you, but it’s hard, because now you know. I made the first move, I said what I said...I wanted to talk to you, but I just couldn’t be around you yet,” you finish softly.

Wow, that came out a lot easier than you expected.

Since he isn’t responding you keep going, “I’m happy to just be your friend, Johnny. You’re always going to be my best friend, but I know we can’t be together, and I can’t take seeing you with other women yet and-”

“Why not?”

“Why not what? Why can’t I take seeing you with other women? Johnny, I just told you I’m in love with you-”

“No, why can’t we be together?”

“Is that a joke? You don’t-”

“I can-”

“Johnny-”

“For you, I can do anything,” he promises sincerely as you finally meet his gaze.

“Lets not do this-”

“I love you, Y/N. I love you and I have for a while now. I’ve had a crush on you since I first saw you, and the more I got to know you, the more all of it spiraled out of control. Why do you think I stayed away for those four months? I was trying to get over and distance myself from you, because I didn’t want to fuck all of this up. I didn’t want to ruin your chances with someone else by breaking your heart. I really did my best to leave you alone, but I was miserable without you, which I think speaks volumes about how much I love you. Even with Raye, which we both know it’s because of me that didn’t work out, I wasn’t all that broken up about it. Yeah, I hated that I hurt her, but you saw how quickly I bounced back from that. I can’t bounce back from you, Y/N. I can’t and I don’t want to.”

“Johnny-”

“I’m loneliest when I’m without you, I’m constantly in a shitty mood when we’re not speaking, whenever I’m out fighting to save the world I’m only thinking of saving you, your laugh is my favorite sound in the world, I listen to your voicemails when we’re not talking because it’s the only thing that soothes me, your touch is what I crave more than anything else in the world, I’m lost when you’re not around...I am so insanely in love with you. I love you to the point that it hurts.”

“Johnny...”

“If you don’t want this, that’s fine, but I think you do. I think you want this as bad as I do,” he states softly as he makes his way over to you.

“You don’t...you don’t like relationships. You said so yourself that they’re just not for you because you don’t wanna be chained to someone-”

“That was before and it was stupid for me to say that. I don’t know, I just...I don’t feel like that with you, sweetheart. If you want me to stay away, I understand and I’ll do just that,” he promises softly as he stands in front of you.

“I...I didn’t say that,” you confess, looking down at your fingers.

Using his forefinger, he gently lifts your chin so your gaze is on him, “tell me what you want.”

“I want to believe that you want this, because it’s all I’ve been thinking about for a while and...I don’t believe you’d ever hurt me, but I know you, Johnny. I know...how you act and that commitment scares you and I don’t want to be-”

“I wouldn’t say anything if I wasn’t serious about this. Serious about us.”

“Johnny-”

“There’s no one on this planet, or the others for that matter, that I find more beautiful than you. No one gets me like you do, no one cares for me like you do, no one...loves me like you do, Y/N. I don’t want to be with anyone else, I don’t look at anyone else, and I’m never gonna love anyone the way I love you. You’re the only person I’ll ever want to commit to and that’ll never change.”

“Say it again,” you beg softly as he leans in closer.

“You’re the only person I’ll ever want to commit to,” he breathes softly, his face a mere few inches from yours, “and that’ll never change.”

Before you have a chance to think of an argument, his lips are on yours and you’re gone. Yes, you still have your fears and reservations, but you miss Johnny. You already missed him when you weren’t around, but now that you’ve kissed him and felt his hands all over you in that way, you crave it more than anything else in the world.

You crave him.

“Johnny,” you moan as he kisses down your neck.

In all honesty, you wanna tell him to stop, but you can’t seem to form the words or remember why. Instead, you wrap your legs around him as he picks you up and places you on your desk. What’s the point of stopping anyway? You believe him and it’s starting to become very clear that you two are no longer able to keep your hands to yourselves when along together.

“I fucking missed you,” Johnny growls, hiking up your skirt then ripping off your panties, “never letting you go again.” “Fuck!” you gasp at the feel of his thumb on your clit.

You’re more than sure the warmth flooding through your body has nothing to do with his power.

“So fucking wet already? We’ve barely gotten started,” he smirks teasing your cunt with his fingers.

“Pl...please,” you whimper softly, “dreamt of this for so long!”

“Tell me what you’ve dreamt of,” he coos as slowly sinks two fingers into your desperate and greedy cunt.

Right now, you love him just as much as you hate him for torturing you.

“Having...having you all to myself, loving me, pulling me...apart, oh my God!” you cry out at the feel of him curling his fingers. “John...Johnny please!”

“Tell me more,” he pushes, picking up his pace just a little, applying just a bit of pressure to clit, which only makes you cry out in pleasure as you start grinding yourself against his fingers. “You’re a fucking dream, babygirl. Tell me!”

“Fuck! I’ve thought about...oh Johnny,” you moan, lulling your head back as you feel a warm sensation on your clit, kicking shoes off and curling your toes.

“Never thought I’d ever have you like this, baby. So fucking perfect, baby. Gotta tell me more or I won’t let you cum, and I can tell just how bad you want to by the way this pussy is squeezing my fingers,” he chuckles, easily sliding in a third.

“Jesus!”

“No, just Johnny,” he teases as he picks up his pace. “C’mon sweetheart, be a good girl and tell me more!” “Aht! I’ve...I’ve been dreaming of you on your knees eating my pussy while fingering my ass, want...wanna taste you so fucking bad, Johnny!”

“Fuck,” he growls, no longer teasing you, and you can tell he’s desperate to give you whatever you want. “Keep going, babygirl!”

“Dreamt of you fucking me hard and fast, claiming and making me all yours! I wanna feel you so deep inside my pussy, baby!”

“Give it to me, sweetheart! Be a good girl and cum hard for me!”

Your body has been ready to obey anything Johnny has to say for years, so you’re not surprised that you squirt hard on his fingers as the words leave his mouth. You’d be embarrassed, but you’ve wanted this for so long that you just can’t be bothered to feel any shame. All the cards are laid on the table now, so he may as well see every side of you.

Not just the parts that are work appropriate.

Johnny grips your neck with his free hand before puling you upright and crashing his lips into yours, “who knew my perfect girl was so filthy?” he broods once you two break apart, still fucking you through your high.

“Need you, Johnny! Please!”

“I’m gonna take care of you, baby, I promise,” he smirks, removing his fingers and bringing them up to your lips, “open.”

Keeping your gaze on him, you open your mouth and stick your tongue, your pussy clenching around nothing at the feral growl that leaves his mouth.

“Suck ‘em clean, sweetheart,” he commands, as he gets down on his knees.

You feel his breath on your core when you remember, “not here!” you mumble around his fingers. “The cameras!”

You hear him mumble incoherent against your folds and you whine in pure want, needing one of you to come with a solution fast. Thankfully, Johnny’s on his feet almost instantly, taking your hand in his while he removes his fingers from your mouth, and pulls you along with him.

“Follow me, sweetheart,” he broods, practically jogging down the hall.

At least he’s just a desperate for you as you are for him.

He pulls you into the elevator with him, hits a button without even looking at it, before pinning you against the wall and kissing you passionately. One of his hands snakes its way up your skirt, and you moan into the kiss as he starts fucking you with two fingers.

“They’re cameras in here too,” you giggle with a breathy moan as he starts biting and sucking on your neck.

“A little making out in the elevator never hurt anyone,” he smirks before licking the spot he just bit.

“And how about getting fingered?”

“They can’t see that, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear before biting the shell of it.

Johnny Storm is gonna be the death of you.

When the elevator finally arrives at the floor he selected, you whine in protest when he removes his fingers, and is pulling you out of the elevator. In almost no time at all, he has you pinned against his bedroom wall and is kicking his door closed before getting on his knees.

“You don’t know how much I’ve gotten off to the thought of eating this perfect little pussy, baby,” he groans before licking your clit.

This must be what heaven feels like.

“Oh my fuck...Johnny! Yes!” you cry out, running your fingers through his soft brown locks, gripping them tight before grinding your your pussy against his face.

He easily slides two fingers into your soaked cunt, curling them as they give you a warm sensation. When you feel his lips pulling on your clit, you lull your head back and hike your right leg over his shoulder, granting him better access to your greedy cunt so he can fuck you deeper. His free hand travels up your side, finding yours, and he entwines his fingers with yours.

The small gesture makes your flutter and fall in love even more.

“I love you so much...Johnny! Need to feel you, please!”

Maybe it’s because it’s Christmas, or maybe it’s because he’s just as desperate as you, but your pleas doesn’t fall on deaf ears. He starts licking and sucking on your clit with such ferocity, you won’t be surprised if the whole hears you as you yell his name, a euphoric cloud washing over you as you coat his fingers and lower half of his face with your desire, gaining a grunt of approval from him as he fucks you through your high.

“I will be back down here tonight,” he promises as he kisses his way up your body, unzipping your skirt and letting it fall freely to the ground, “ but right now, I wanna get lost inside of you.”

“Please,” you whisper once he’s on his feet again, unbuckling his belt as quickly as you can.

“You sure you want this, sweetheart?”

“Too late to turn back now, and I don’t want to. I love you and I want this with you, I want everything with you.”

“God, I’ve waited so long to hear you say that,” he smiles before crashing his lips into yours.

Clothes come off easily, and they’re no sounds other than the desperate and hungry kisses you both are giving one another. His skin is heated and his touches are soft and, for the moment, you can’t remember what the hell you were so afraid of. Being here with Johnny, like this, and having him all to yourself is all you’ve ever wanted. You know the fear will come back later when all is said and done, but with the way he looks at you, the way he holds you, and has always looked out for you, it’s hard to believe that he would ever hurt you.

It’s hard to believe that this isn’t meant to be.

“Lay back, baby,” you tell him breathlessly as you softly push him back, “I’m gonna take care of you tonight.”

“You are nothing like I imagined,” he smirks and you laugh softly.

“Is that good or bad?”

“So fucking good,” he broods as you dip down lick the tip of his heated length. “Fuck,” he sighs as he grips the sheets.

“Just relax, baby. Let your good girl make you feel good.”

No, giving Johnny Storm (aka the Human Fucking Torch) a blowjob probably isn’t your best interest, but you’ve dreamed about it too long to not do it.

You smooth your hand over his abs, your pussy clenching around nothing as you try and figure out how you got so lucky, while you’re hand strokes him in an attempt to prepare yourself for his size and length.

“Just relax,” you coo before finally getting your mouth on him, moaning in satisfaction at the taste of him.

“Shit! That’s it, babygirl! Fuck, just like that!” he moans as you start to take as much of him as you can.

Your movements are slow at first, taking more of him bit by bit as you relax your throat to accommodate him, falling in love with the way that you’re making squirm beneath you and breathe heavy. Once you’re finally able to fully accommodate him, you’re unable to to control yourself when you pick up your pace as your hand starts to play with his balls.

“FUCK Y/N!” he proclaims, eyes clenched shut as he tries to control himself.

You run your hand over his his abs in an attempt to calm him, but it’s useless because you’re too worked up yourself. You turn your gaze up towards him to find that his gaze on you is intense and heated. In fact, you’re more than sure you see a little orange tint around his eyes, and it only turns you on more to see how much you’re playing with fire.

Literally.

“Not gonna....fuck, I’m so....FUCK!” he exclaims, filling your mouth to the brim, bucking his hips a little as he fucks all of it into your mouth.

You ignore the desperate longing between your legs as you do your best to swallow everything he has to offer, wanting to make sure you don’t miss a single drop.

“You okay?” you smirk once you’ve cleaned him to your satisfaction.

“I need to be inside of you right now, get your ass on top of me,” he growls as you giggle.

“Tell me what you want and I’ll do it,” you promise as you straddle him, rocking your hips against his, your soaked lips dragging along his cock.

“I want you to do whatever you want...whatever will make you happy, sweetheart. I’m yours to use however you want,” he moans as his hands start to travel up your body.

“I want to make you as happy as you’ve always made me,” you moan, adjusting yourself so you can align him with your entrance. “I wanna show you just how much I love you...SHIT!” you cry out once you start to slide down on him.

You’ve never been so full and you’re not even half way down.

“Oh my GOD!” you whimper, loving the delicious burn of him stretching you. “Fuck!”

“Never had a cock this big before, sweetheart?” he questions with a cocky grin, with his mouth slightly agape.

“N-no, but...I can t-tell you’ve never been in a pussy t-this tight!” you moan, finally settling against his hips.”Tell me how good it feels baby,” you moan, pressing your hands against his chest, the hairs a welcome comfort as you dig your nails into his pecs.

“Fuck, best pussy I’ve ever been inside of,” groans as he grips your hips tight, the heat radiating from his hands sending you closer to release. “Thought having you like this to myself for so long, and God, you’re better than any fucking fantasy that I ever came up with...fuck! That’s it, baby!” he encourages as you pick up your pace, rolling your hips against him. “So fucking beautiful!”

“S-so fucking close!” you whine, clawing at his chest, finding that spot deep inside that only ever seemed to exist when you used your vibrator. “Aht, aht! YES!” you cry out, squirting hard as you try and ride out your high.

You’re only left in charge for a second before Johnny wraps an arm around yourself, and sits upright which only pushes him in further.

“FUCK!”

“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, did you know that?” he broods, gripping your hips before starting fucking into you relentlessly.

“Johnny! Please...feels too good!”

“I’ve been watching you for so long, imagining what it would be like to be worthy of you...your love...fuck, the way this cunt squeezes me!”

“Never felt this good!”

“Gonna spend all night showing you just how much I love you...how much I’ve needed you,” he mumbles into your chest, before taking one of your nipples into his mouth and licking it.

“Fuck!” you gasp, running your hands through his hair as you try to hold on, still tying to recover from the last orgasm.

His tongue is deliciously vicious against your nipple, showing no mercy at your desperate whimpers and pleas, not even when tears start forming in your eyes. You’ve never felt this good in your life, and while you’re more than sure you’ll be sore tomorrow, it’ll be more than worth it. You’ve been waiting for this forever and there’s nothing that could make you regret it.

You’ll never regret giving all of yourself to him.

“Mmm Johnny! Too much!”

“I know you can give me more,” he encourages with a husk, looking up to see you in your blissed out state. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he groans, his skin getting just a bit hotter, sending you over another euphoric waterfall.

At some point, you’re going to need to remember to invest in aloe.

“Ya know, I don’t think my bed has ever been this wet,” he chuckles, before getting you on your back and starting to fuck into relentlessly. “I think I wanna make this a nightly thing,” he husks, entwining fingers with one of your hands, while the other is planted firmly by your head.

“Oh my GOD!”

“What do you think about that, babygirl? Hmm? Be my good girl during the day....my filthy, desperate little thing at night?”

“Johnny...” you sob, that knot in your core tightening again.

He dips down and whispers against your ear hotly, “I think that’s exactly how it should be. Cause you were made for me, just like I was made for you.”

You feel your legs start to tremble as another orgasm starts to build, and you truly wonder if you’ll be able to last the rest of the night after this one.

“C’mon babygirl, I need it. Please,” he rasps into the crook of your neck as his movements become erratic.

“Too much! I...I...FUCK!”

“Y/N!” he shouts as he fills you with his seed, you squirting on his cock, only soaking the bed even more.

As you fade out of consciousness, you try to remember if you’ve ever felt so full and loved in your life, and you’re pretty sure you haven’t.

“You okay, sweetheart?” you faintly hear him ask, and you only have enough energy to nod. “Did I take it too far for you?” he chuckles and you giggle.

“No baby, I just need a minute, “ you smile up at him. He dips down and starts peppering kisses all over your face and you start laughing, “don’t tell me that you’re a giant softie underneath that giant ego of yours.”

“You know it’s only for you. Its always only ever been for you,” he groans as he pulls out, before laying down beside you and pulling you close.

“And why is that, Johnny Storm?” you question as you lay your head on his chest, feeling secure and like you’re loved.

“Because I love you.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you,” he chuckles before kissing the top of your head.

“I don’t know if I should even bother giving you the actual Christmas gift I got you,” you smirk as you start to press soft kisses along his chest.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he sighs, and you can tell he’s getting worked up all over again.

“Hmm? Why’s that?” you ask, propping yourself up on one arm, while the other softly stokes his chest.

“Because,” he starts, cupping your cheek and stroking it gently, “you were all that I wanted, and it’s been that way for a long time now, Y/N. You were all that I had on my Christmas wish list.”

~~

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[ghostofskywalker]

Lies and Mistletoe

Wanda Maximoff/Reader

Words: 1,654

Summary: [Modern/No Powers AU] When you run into your ex at a New Year's Party, you tell her that you're seeing someone in an attempt to not seem as lonely and single as you were. But there's just one problem: you don't have a girlfriend. In an attempt to save face, you do the only thing you can think of: ask your best friend to fill the role of your lover for just one night.

Note: happy new year everyone! here's to a 2023 that is full of joy and happiness :)

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist

“I want to go home,” you said as you walked over to where Wanda was sitting and plopped down on the couch next to her, downing the rest of your drink in one go.

“What’s with the sudden change of tune?” she asked, a confused expression on her face. “You were more excited to come to this party than I was, and it’s still over three hours until midnight. I always watch the New Year’s ball drop, and Tony’s TV is way nicer than mine.”

“I fucked up.” You placed your glass on the coffee table and held your head in your hands. “I need to go home so I can research how difficult it is to move to Iceland and become a rural sheep farmer that lives completely off the grid.”

You could feel your best friend’s gaze on you, and you didn’t have to look at her to know that she had an eyebrow raised as she watched you. “Okay, what happened?”

“Maria happened.”

“I didn’t know she was here.”

“Neither did I! And I ran into her at the bar and just- ugh.” You didn’t even finish your sentence as you sat there, even though you finally pulled your head from your hands.

“Okay, you need to be a little more specific,” Wanda said. “Why don’t you start from the beginning?”

You had just given the bartender your drink order when you heard someone say your name over the music and other chatter in the room. And when you turned to see who it was, you were definitely not expecting it to be your ex that you hadn’t seen in over seven months. “Maria?” you asked, partially in disbelief that she was here (and that she would have approached you). “What are you doing here?”

“Tony’s a childhood friend of mine,” she said, and you kicked yourself for not remembering. While you hadn’t gotten far enough into your relationship to meet any of her family, you remember Pepper say that she knew Maria through her husband. If she noticed the fact that you looked like a deer in headlights, she didn’t say anything. “How are you? I didn’t expect to see you here!”

“I’m good!” you said, your voice a little higher than it usually was. It wasn’t a complete lie, as nothing earth-shatteringly terrible had happened since you last saw her, but it didn’t mean you were living your best life either. “What about you?”

“I’m good too,” she said. “I’m here with my girlfriend, Natasha.” As she spoke, she pointed out a beautiful redhead standing off to the corner and talking to a few people you knew, and your heart dropped. Sure, you were exes and it didn’t really matter, but how could you compare in any way to her?

Unfortunately, instead of just politely nodding and gently changing the subject, your brain decided to take a different direction. “I’m here with my girlfriend too!” you said brightly, and as soon as the words left your mouth you regretted them.

“Really? That’s lovely!” Maria responded. “Have you two been dating long?”

You shook your head. “Just over two months, but we’re taking things slow.”

“Us too,” she said. She didn’t say anything, and neither did you, but the two of you both knew that the reason you and her didn’t work out is because you moved too quickly in the relationship. “Hey, we should get together sometime. Go on a double date or something.”

Even though your split with Maria had been amicable and you harbored no ill will towards her, that sounded like the last thing you’d ever want to do. “Yeah,” you said, hoping you didn’t look like someone was holding a gun to your head as you spoke. “We’ll have to set something up in the new year.”

Thankfully, you were soon given the chance to exit the conversation with Maria’s drinks were ready and she went to deliver one to her new girlfriend. As soon as the bartender handed your drink over, you were walking as fast as you could over to where Wanda was.

As you finished telling the story, she looked at you. “Come on, it wasn’t that bad.”

“It was!” you protested. “I just know she’s going to show up again and introduce me to her new girlfriend, and I’m going to have to admit that my so-called date to this party is completely fabricated!”

“You could just say that she stepped away or had to leave early you know,” Wanda said.

“You really think she’s going to fall for that?” you asked, eyebrows raised. “My best option is if…” you trailed off from there, an idea lighting up in your brain.

“If what?”

You reached out and gently took her hand. “Wanda.”

Immediately, she knew what you were about to suggest. “No.”

“You didn’t even know what I was going to ask!”

“So you weren’t going to beg me to pretend to be your girlfriend when Maria inevitably comes over here again?”

You were silent, because that was what you were going to ask. Eventually, you decided to just toss all your pride aside and commit to it. “Please?”

“No, it’ll never work,” she said.

“And why is that?”

“Because I met Maria, she knows who I am, and she knows that we’re definitely not dating.”

“So? I said my nonexistent girlfriend and I had been seeing each other for two months and that we’re taking things slow. That doesn’t contradict anything she already knows about you.”

“I’m serious. This won’t work.”

“Please, Wanda?” you asked, pulling out your best puppy dog eyes. “Just for tonight?”

There was a small bout of silence as she inevitable made her final decision, and you knew that she would eventually fold. “Fine,” she said.

“Thank you!” you said, reaching out to take her hand again and leaning your head on her shoulder. “I owe you one.”

“Damn right you do.”

***

For the rest of the night, you barely kept apart from Wanda, and you were always touching her hand or arm in some way. You had caught Maria’s eye a few times from across the party, but she hadn’t yet approached you again after the first time at the bar. You figured it would be better to play it safe and make it seem like you and Wanda were a couple even if she wasn’t specifically asking about it.

Part of you was glad that it was Wanda. Another reason that might have contributed to the demise of your relationship with Maria was the fact that she was slightly jealous of the relationship you had with your best friend. You and Wanda were inseparable in a way that you had never found in a romantic relationship, and if you were being honest, there were definitely times when you considered what it might be like to date her. But you always kept those feelings to yourself, even after you were single again, because you didn’t want to damage all the years of friendship you had built up.

“I told you she wasn’t going to try to come over here again,” Wanda whispered in your ear as you all gathered around the large TV in the living room, waiting for the New Years’ ball to drop. The two of you were on the outskirts of the group, standing in the doorway between the kitchen and living room. You could see Maria and her girlfriend from where you were standing, and if they turned, they would be able to see you and Wanda.

“Maybe,” was your response. “But at least I don’t look like a liar.”

The two of you stood there and waited, watching the singer on the TV belt out her latest #1 single in the chilly New York air (the counter on the corner of the screen saying that it was less than two minutes to midnight), and you almost didn’t notice your friend Bucky walk by, stopping in front of you and Wanda.

He didn’t even bother to speak, and instead just pointed up. Your heart dropped as you remembered what was hanging above this particular doorway, and you looked up at the molding, desperately hoping that it had somehow disappeared.

But of course, the mistletoe was still there.

Bucky was already gone, having been called over by Steve and Sam, and you just looked at Wanda. “We don’t have to-” you started to say, but she cut you off by leaning in and placing her lips on yours.

Maybe it was just to keep up appearances, but you still kissed back. This was the topic of a dream you had found yourself dreaming (more than a few times), so you were not going to waste what you saw as the only opportunity you might get to kiss her.

When you pulled apart, she must have seen the shocked look on your face. “Maria was looking over here,” she said quietly, and you just nodded, your brain still trying to catch up with what just happened. “I’m sorry if I overste-”

Now it was your turn to cut her off with a kiss, and this time you placed your hands on her waist, pulling her closer to you. You didn’t even notice the sound of shouts and cheers as the clock struck twelve and confetti rained from all over the room, you were too lost in the feeling of kissing your best friend.

When you pulled away from her once more, the two of you wore matching smiles. “I don’t want this to just be pretend,” you said. “And if you’re willing to give us a chance, I’d really like that.”

She pulled you into a hug, and leaned in to place a soft kiss on your cheek. “I’d really like that too.”

You couldn’t help it when you leaned in for another kiss, not caring in the slightest who was watching you. 

- the end -

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[baka-bakeneko]

Streets - River Ward x Fem! V Reader [NSFW]

I found it hard to find someone like you.

tags: strip tease, shower tease, shower sex, voyeurism (thanks Johnny and River), grinding, fingering, oral sex (V receiving), cuck (Johnny, sorry), exhibitionism (nightclub grinding, feeling up), (private) public sex, lick the bowl, multiple orgasms, hint to dacryphilia, obsession/possessive kink, want it once gotta have it twice

word count: 5.2 k

synopsis: River has a brand new case and needs to start scoping out a new nightclub for his mark. But he's also invited V, so he's going full horny gonk brain.

a/n: y'all remember that doja cat video for her song 'Streets'? This is that entire vibe, it's all in the way River goes. Also my brain is on full River Ward rot, I'm sorry Takemura, i'll make it back to you.

River was done getting ready. Unfortunately, he'd been ready for the forty-five minutes it took for you to ready yourself out of bed, clean your nicest outfit and now you were in the shower.

Not that River was complaining, he'd taken the time to thumb through the file of his latest mark and while your off-pitch singing was entertaining, he was content with the studious silence that came with the closed door.

Thanks to Johnny, and Viktor to some extent, you recently got into some serious old school music. Obviously nothing compared to what was popular now, but there was something about some serious R&B.

And not to be a flair for dramatics, but River's shower was a perfect area for mental music videos. The ambient lighting he recently put in helped with the foggy glass door. You turned up your music another notch, running your hands through your hair. Thankfully, Johnny knew when to give his space.

You swayed your hips in rhythm, feeling the rivulets of warm water run down your back. Screw going out, being in here was just as good as sleep. Or sex.

River flipped through his pages for a third time, attempting to wedge anymore knowledge of his mark before finally deciding to cut your shower time short.

"V," River called, standing up from his bed and setting down his file. "Let's try and wrap it up? We were supposed to be on the road almost an hour ago."

He continued down the hallway, holding his hand out for the door to pneumatically slide open. You glanced over your shoulder, through the fogged glass to River stood in the doorway.

You used your finger to trace a heart around your sturdy boyfriend before you.

"V," River said, his voice softening a meter. "Come on."

You pulled your finger back and lined your fingernail between your teeth. With another tilt of your hips, you turned around then ran your hands down your sides.

River cocked his jaw, interested, and leaned against the doorway with crossed arms. "We don't have time for this."

You shook your hair out, turning around again to rest your hands against the glass. You kissed in the middle of the heart, then dropped down, bowing your knees. Then you were were crawling on the shower floor, accentuating the curve of your back. The dark red lights clung to your curves, easing through the steam to add a flair to the performance.

River's eyes were trained on you, shifting from the door and into the bathroom. The door slid shut behind him; River stepped a bit closer towards the shower, curiosity steering ship.

You rolled your shoulders back, pulling yourself up to your knees to River in the open doorway of the shower stall. With a wet hand, you reached out for his thigh and ran it up to grip at his waistband.

"V, please," River tried, stepping into the shower as your hand tugged harder at his clothes.

You glanced up at him, running your other wet hand along your body before sliding it between your hips to touch yourself. River grimaced, tilting his head back to soak in some steam.

You undid his pants, resting your wet hands to his skin, staring up at RIver. "Join me."

River couldn't resist the call to action, obviously swearing that he was going to be extra late trying to catch his mark. Hopefully they were known for being fashionably late because River was not going to pass up the opportunity.

"Oh, you're in trouble now," he sneered playfully, pulling off his shirt then hastily dropping his pants to the wet shower floor; River tossed his clothes out of the stall then rushed to grab you up, holding your slick body against his as he walked into the shower.

He tilted his head back at the warm stream on his face, hoisting you up on his hip before moving you just right on his waist. River stared down your body pressed against his, attempting to ignore your wet lips now parting to slosh your tongue in his ear.

"Fuuck," he drew out, only getting harder feeling your wet ass jiggle just over him. "Fuck V."

You trilled, curling your arms around his neck and sensually running your fingers across his skin, wetting him up and driving him nuts. Over his shoulder, you watched Johnny glitch into existence, perched on the bathroom sink.

"A real steam tease. Where's my eddies when I need them?" He quipped, pulling his comfort cigarette to his lips.

River pressed you to the cold shower wall, sliding his hands over your slick thighs before glancing down at his cock weeping to be inside you.

You grinned at him, taking your fingers back over your body, down your collarbone between your breasts and down to your waist; you spread yourself open for him, your eyes downturned with a sudden pout.

You were wet for him, well that was an understatement.

"Let's not waste time, Riv," you taunted, drawing your middle finger over your clit and tilting your head back to accentuate the delectable curve of your neck.

River growled, suddenly a man parched, and lapped at the water that slipped down your neck and between your breasts, lining his cock to your entrance and sinking inside.

You gasped, curling your arm around him tighter as you adjusted to his girth, a perfect fit. Melded together, wet and pliable. River massaged at your thighs, holding you a bit harder to the wall to adjust himself.

Shower sex always did prove difficult in the grand scheme of things. Still, River did his best to hold your hips and ease out of your dripping pussy, earning a long drawn groan shared before your parted lips.

How River's lips could make falling water look so hot, it was beyond you, but you felt an urge to drink him whole. You caught his lips in a kiss, sopping up the water that moistened his lips and pooling more between you.

To be dirty and clean at the same time was something to put extra effort in. You rolled your hips after River's hot cock, urging him to come back right where he was meant to.

With a groan into your mouth, his tongue licking its way in, River followed your silent order and began thrusting like he was trying to find oil.

But he was straight striking gold.

"That's some preem pussy you got there, V," Johnny called out though you were effectively pushing your parasitic friend to the way back, like hiding him in a cupboard. "Give 'im something to write home about."

You melted into River's hold, not holding back on how good he was actually hitting it. Your hand crossed on his shoulder tightened, your knees vicing on his waist to get him to slow down.

The heat from the shower congealed in the air, making your breaths short and fueling the euphoric fire that began growing in your back.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you panted into his mouth, egging him to keep going.

You were already chasing a high, though your squeezing walls were bringing River to his edge as well. "Get there, V, come on. Get there."

You followed his orders, your brow creasing as your breath began to shorten further. River's eyes lulled, watching your chest heave against his until you were caught tight, squeezing further on his cock and coming in an instant.

Your tongue rolled out of your mouth, catching a few drips from the shower before kissing him again. You moaned egregiously in his mouth, riding his thrusts until River met his tide.

He stuttered into you, his heavy thrusts dully pumping into you before stopping, firmly planted inside of you and coming. You felt your own slickness mix with the water on your inside thighs, adding a new layer of filth to you from being clean.

And your eyes rolled at the healthy amount of River that was now shooting into you. He pulled away from your lips, peppering your shoulder with kisses as he relished in your gripping walls.

He waited a long moment, giving your skin more appreciation with his lips before he snapped himself back into work River.

"We gotta go," River groaned, lining his nose against yours. "We've got work to do."

You smiled innocently, "Let's get to it then."

River helped you into his truck after cleaning up and getting dressed again, almost an hour behind schedule. But those extra fifteen minutes at the end were worth it. Not only did you two have fun in the shower, you were in such a saucy, boiled mood afterwards that you teased River again.

A reverse strip tease, putting on clothes, if you could call your dress clothes, and grinding against him when you could.

River hid a pleased roll of his eyes, remembering it all again now as you sat down in the passenger seat, closing your knees again and tugging your dress down your thighs. Shutting the door for you, River bit at his knuckles then rounded the front of the truck.

He had to focus, this was a recon mission that required all of his attention. And yours too. You were good in your merc work when you were free of distractions. But on two sides of the same coin, River was a distraction.

A delicious distraction, but a distraction from the goal nonetheless. And you were sure he could say the same to you.

He climbed into the truck, starting it upon adjusting in his seat. With a glance over to you, he pulled out of the driveway and began towards the nightclub. He hoped that his mark was more than fashionably late now.

River held his hand out for you to take, bringing your hand to his lips in an appreciative kiss. "Thank you, V, for doing this with me."

You smiled, shrugged a shoulder. "Always willing to help, River."

He offered a hum in response, pulling his eyes from the road to take in your outfit. "You look really good in that."

"Really?" You were taken aback by his compliment. "Thanks babe, I got this in Japantown."

He nodded, looking at you again and piecing together more of your outfit with each passing glance. It was a spaghetti strap dress with a deep V down between your breasts.

A bit of drool pooled in River's mouth, recognizing your dress as his favorite color: red, at his favorite length to make your legs look a beautiful mile long. To make your thighs look like a goddamn present.

River's hand slipped over the center console, tenderly caressing your elbow and down to your thigh before sinking his rough fingers on the inside of your supple skin.

"Eyes on the road, mister," you teased, not stopping River's wandering hand as it inched up under your dress.

You felt like a new rush, letting your boyfriend get further under dress before his curious fingers tickled your clit.

River's eyebrows shot up to his hairline, yoyoing a gulp in his throat. "Without panties, V? You're killing me."

You pressed your cheek to your shoulder with a flirty flutter of your eyelashes. "Panty lines were not part of the outfit, Riv."

He hid a frustrated groan as you held your hand over his, guiding his middle finger into your pussy. River's cock was truly fighting against his tight jeans now, driving an ache through his body at the thought of being inside you again.

You shrugged a strap of your dress down, freeing your hardened nipple to full view. River's foot took hold of his excitement, pumping a little more acceleration into the truck and jerking forward almost prematurely.

You giggled, taking your other hand to roll your nipple between your fingers. You angled your hips out, letting River sink his finger further into you.

"God...dammit," he growled, wringing the steering wheel while his eyes fought to stay on you. At least take in more of you.

River was getting to a very different track in his mind, already chastising himself for bringing his sweet distraction. All he was doing was tempting himself.

His eyes scanned the rest of the road as you two were readying to veer onto the highway. River saw an opportune empty stretch of dirt just under the ramp and pulled his truck off of the road.

Putting the car in park, River climbed over the center console and expertly pulled the passenger seat back to wedge himself between your legs.

"River," you mewed as he drew his finger out then back in slowly.

River pressed his lips to the inside of your thigh, then the other, switching back and forth in a zig-zag pattern before carefully catching your dress on the top of his head.

You giggled softly, pulling your dress further up to allow him more access. River rested his chin on the edge of the leather seat, staring at your pussy as if seeing a new haven.

He withdrew his finger in awe, pulling a trail of wetness along with a trace of his housed cum still inside you. River's eyes flicked up at you, almost imagining you as the sudden mother of his children.

But that'd have to be another day. He teased his tongue out at your clit, using his free hand to drape your leg over his shoulder.

You stared down at him, silent but panting again, ready to be taken by this insatiable man. You folded the back of your hand to your mouth, holding back an unearned moan before crying out at his lips closing around your clit and suckling at it.

You saw stars, raising your hand from your nipple to hold the back of his shaved head. You tilted your head back to the cabin, allowing him to sink his middle finger back into you before adding his index finger.

"River, shit, we're gonna be late," you whined, your other leg perching on his thigh and your ankle twitching.

River grumbled against your clit as your platform heel brushed against his steel cock in his pants. He was about to explode if you didn't first.

You were hot and cold all at once, gasping at all the stimulation you were receiving before you felt your body twitch involuntarily. You came quickly on River's fingers, on his face, soaking his chin and throat with wetness.

You seized in the passenger seat, your fingers on River's head twitching while you stretched your body out and tried to roll out of his hold. You were loud in the cabin, a breathy, nasty moan echoing against the glass and making music to River's ears.

River glanced up your body at you, earning your sultry cum-glazed stare back at him. Maybe now you'd both behave a bit better, after just a little bit more release.

He folded his tongue up, resting your abused clit against it for you to see. Your eyes rolled at the vulgar scene, feeling yourself coming again from the sight. Your pussy pulsed as River's fingers pulled from its wake, leaving you a chilled, sloppy mess.

"On to business," River growled, climbing up to you and kissing your lips, allowing you to taste yourself.

You caught your breath after his lips left you, licking your lips to savor the wet from him. Johnny materialized in the backseat as you waded your dress to its full length, adjusting your dress strap again.

"Damn V, what're you doing to him? This man's a dog, right now." Johnny leaned forward to stare at River while he pulled himself together again. "You've got this cop lapping out of your cunt as we speak."

You rolled your eyes at Johnny, reaching across the console to grab the back of River's neck. You pet carefully, circling your fingers along his shadowed hairline.

"You okay, baby?" you asked, leaning forward again to kiss his cheek.

River hummed in response, eventually turning and catching your lips again. "I'm fine, V."

Your hand drifted down from River's neck, petting the fur of his signature jacket before snaking your hand under it to his shoulder. "Why don't we just go home? Make some dinner?"

River grinned then, staring down at you. "Trynna get me all by yourself? Not 'till the work's done."

"This dog's not only ragged, but he's still with a goddamn bone. Just when I thought I could find solace with the cop."

You sneered carefully over River's shoulder and whispered a response to Johnny: "What, with your proclivity for pussy?"

"You know it, princess." Johnny sat back, crossing his legs and stretching across the backseat.

River kept in mind that he would never cross you. Not that he would, you were getting wormed into his heart and hurting you would only hurt himself. However, if by any small chance he fucked up, River would not want to be on your bad side.

The way you carried yourself into the club was something more than a threat. You were like a flame with legs, your dress slinking on your body with each movement you made.

He was surely going to make your night when you two got home. River was imagining it now, carefully peeling your dress to the floor but urging you to keep your heels on while he fucked you so thoroughly that you wouldn't be able to roll over afterwards.

He gulped, blinking out of his thoughts and trailing close behind you before catching up and draping his arm over your shoulders. River was still hard from mouth-and-finger-fucking you in the truck but he hid it with a shift of his waist and folding his hand in his pocket over his crotch.

"You're killing me, V," River whispered directly into your ear, straightening up to look around the crowded nightclub.

"Focus, River," you urged, scanning the same floor for his mark.

River pulled back from you. "Part for recon, circle the floor, find him, meet me at the circle booth."

You nodded, pulling away from River to saunter through the dance floor, offering a few sways of your hips in effort to blend in. River did the opposite, stopping by the bar to lean against it and order two drinks while his eyes stayed in the air.

You scanned at the area, catching onto the security camera. With a quick hack, you took control of the camera and double scanned the floor, then managed to shut it down.

River stood upright after paying for the drinks, grabbing both glasses and making his way back to you. Meeting in front of the booth, River offered a glass to you, held his hand out for you to sit then scooted in after you.

"Anything?" he asked, draping his arm over the back of the booth seat, placing his glass on the table before carefully swishing it about.

You shook your head, glancing over his shoulder then returning your attention to him. "I think we might've missed your mark, baby."

River hid a deep groan, disguising it with turning away. He wanted to wait a bit longer, just to be sure. "Let's just sit tight a bit."

"Sure, Riv. I'm following your lead." You carefully ran your hand along River's thigh, purposefully avoiding riling the man up again.

River raised a brow at your hand, then at you. "Would you like to dance?"

You nodded, taking a long sip of your drink before pressing to River to urge him out. "Come on."

River slid out of the booth, allowing you out. You grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor, making a bubble big enough for the two of you.

He held his hand holding yours over your head, twirling you slightly before you pressed your back to his front. Even in heels, you were still towered by River. Your back was plastered close to his chest, his shoulder just behind your head.

Carefully, he rested his hands to your hips, attempting to hold you just far enough from his waist while keeping his attention around the room. With a glance up at him, you wiggled a bit closer and felt River's hardened stud in his pants.

You gulped, your eyes fluttering at the feeling of him. How he slotted down your back, resting firmly against your ass. You hid a groan, leaning further into River, guiding his hands up and down your body to acknowledge you once again.

River glanced down, catching onto your lengthened neck then down to see under your dress. He turned away, but couldn't help a second glance, pulling you a bit closer.

River teased his middle finger up the middle of your body, dragged it back down and caught onto the deep neckline of your dress. "God, you are addicting."

You smirked up at him, moving to the transcendental thrum of the music. "I love you too."

River smiled, turning to rest his lips to your temple. "I do love you, V. But right now I wanna fuck you 'til you can't stand," he breathed deeply into your ear, his voice a whole octave below the music and pulling a deep chill through your body.

Your knees faltered an inch, making you drop further into River and earning his hands a bit firmer against your thighs. "I want to do it right here, on the dance floor."

You gulped, your pussy quaking at the utterance of his intrusive thought. "River..." you groaned, wedging your hand between your ass and his hot crotch.

River hissed, drawing his head back to look at the ceiling. Your hand started massaging at his cock through his pants, feeling along the zipper it was pressed against and up to feel his tip now nested near his front pocket.

"V, fuck, please," River begged softly into your ear, attempting to grind you against him for a bit more relief. "Let's go back to the truck."

"What about your mark?" You asked, entranced by the lights and River, feeling a new sense of high.

"Fuck 'im, I can catch him another night," River tried, shaking his head at the thought of a deadline. "Maybe without my girl next time."

"You're missing out. You need the best merc on the job," you said with a grin.

River was in your ear again. "She's alright, she's a huge fucking distraction. All I want to do is be all over her."

You backed further into River, pressing your hand tighter to his cock. "I'm sure she wants the same from you."

River was never one to turn down an open opportunity; he grabbed your hand and made his way to the back of the nightclub to one of the open champagne rooms.

The lights were a mixture of purple-blue, a leather rounded couch circling a brass stripper pole. River nodded you inside, closing the pneumatic door behind him and locking it with a swipe of his thumb.

You managed to sit casually on the stage of the stripper pole, antsy in hips as your hands held the edge of the stage and squeezed your body in tight.

River shrugged off his jacket and draped it over the back of the couch, leaned over it to clasp his hands and stare at you. He narrowed his eyes, licked his lips as his eyes dragged down your body in a silent mapping.

Your breath hitched, feeling River's eyes drag over your skin as if it were his goddamn tongue. You slowly parted your legs to let your boyfriend get a good look.

River drew in his bottom lip in a hiss, rounding the couch to sit down. He glanced around the room to see the remote camera in the corner.

"V," he nodded in the direction of the camera.

You did as you were silently told to, shutting off the camera before pulling yourself up on the stage and standing. You stood in front of the pole, watched carefully as River undid his belt and pants; he unfurled his hardened cock from his pants, almost reddened at the tip.

He tilted his head back, allowing his cock to stand attention as he draped his arms over the back of the couch. "Valerie, come fuck me."

You felt a distinct trickle start down your leg, already inviting River to come. Your knees held a wobble, remembering how you couldn't stay standing after fucking in the shower.

With a large step, you came down from the stage and slipped your dress from your shoulders. It slinked down to the floor in a heap which you stepped out of.

River held his breath, staring at your naked body towering in black strappy heels. It was just as sexy as wearing your dress. He brought his fingers to your hip, petting soft circles that you felt were the biggest tease of the night.

He dropped his fingers to your clit, rubbing in rough circles that caused you keen at the ceiling. River's cock twitched at the sound, leaking pre-cum at the sight.

Your breasts heaved as his fingers finally stopped; his hand gripped at the back of your knee and pulled you onto his lap, immediately caressing his cock to your entrance.

"You're so quiet," River whispered as your other knee followed suit outside of his waist. "Where's that confident V?"

You shook your head, already driving that thought to the back. You were all over him in an instant, crossing your arms behind his neck and talking against his lips.

"I don't wanna talk, I want to fuck," you whispered against him. Your breasts pressed to his chest as your pussy slicked against his cock.

River agreed, his hands guiding up to your hips and holding onto them, letting you take the lead. You backed up on his cock, allowing his tip to pop into your entrance until you sank down on him.

The two of you almost collapsed at the collided feeling, almost euphoric to another level. River hid a grimace, already fighting to come inside.

You wiggled your hips forward, feeling his tip ring at your g-spot. "River..."

River nodded, holding your hips then caressing down to your ass, massaging at the flesh. You curled into him, unable to hide your excitement from his touch.

You were suddenly needy for all of River, pressing into him like the two of you would coalesce better than you and Johnny. Not that you would truly want to because you'd miss this feeling.

River shifted you impossibly close, slowly easing you up on his cock then back down and earning a pitchy moan from you.

"I love being inside you," River offered back against your lips; you nodded to his statement, shifting your hips once to agree.

He eased you up and down again, soft bounces against his thighs until he finally came inside you and chastised himself for not holding out.

You were still enjoying yourself and River wasn't done with you either. He turned you around on his hips, dragging you to the floor with your ass firmly against his thighs.

He was then a full dog in heat. River pulled off his shirt, peeling his pants further down his thighs to press his skin to yours.

He leaned over you, peppering your shoulders as his hand reached around to your clit. "Come on, V, make it creamy for me."

Your knees melted apart at the order, wanting to come on his hot cock while the orgasm began to war on your lower back. You wanted to cry out River's name, catching your breath in gulps while his cock now leisurely pumped into you.

"V," he sang into your ear, your chest heaving as if you were about to cry. "I want to make that pussy feel good, baby."

You arched your back into him, wanting to roll on the dirty ground with him. Instead you came so hard between his fingers and cock, your body bowing away from him to lock and shake from the heat.

River praised you softly, trailing his lips down your spine before softly pulling out. You felt the strength in your body leave when River left you.

Your knees buckled like a fawn's, holding your hips up to the cool air as River's cum slugged out of you. Your peace was short lived, however, as River took grip of the back of your thigh and turned you on your back, on the floor.

"You are so beautiful," River said with a gasp of awe, leaning over you to tenderly kiss your cheeks. "I'm sorry to make you cry."

You furrowed your brows at River, raising up on your elbows to follow him off of you. "What do you mea--"

It was realized too late when River's mouth clamped over your clit. You saw stars yet again, this time a full fledged galaxy as you tried to worm out of River's now clasping arms around your waist, his hands holding your leaking pussy open while he gulped at your clit.

River's name on your lips then could not be helped. It was a vulgar utterance, like his entire title was a curse word and blessing at once. Your hands went for your breasts, staring down at River planted firmly between your slick thighs.

You watched as he licked away from your clit, offered lining of your lips before returning to obliterate the sensitive nerves in your nub.

The words you said then were not meant to be hurtful, trying to stave off the electric coiling that was whipping up in your body. "Fuuuck you River, fuuuuck you."

The pain definitely tucked behind the pleasure, all of your body stung and spent though River was huffing and humming and licking.

Your knees bucked up, ready to squeeze River's perfect head away for the feeling to finally stop but it backfired and you were keening to the ceiling, your back arching with electric whips. Your ankles kicked out over River's broad back, your body actually deflating with the amount of energy you lost. Your eyes welled up with mist, hating and loving everything you felt at the moment.

River dropped your hips then, pulled himself off of you and leaned over to kiss you. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," he repeated soothingly, his hands carefully petting your hips.

You shook your head, your face a lemon of defeatedness and euphoria. "Be lucky I love you."

River grinned softly, kissing your cheek then neck and shoulder.

Getting dressed again was a whirlwind, attempting to step into your dress while your knees were definitely recalibrating. River watched the spectacle from the couch, already dressed and clean to the best of his ability. Your wetness was not something to be played off so simply, leaving a large spot directly over his zipper.

It chafed against his cock and he was almost ready to go again. When you finally managed enough stability to walk out, River draped his coat over your shoulders then followed you out.

As the two of you started for the front door, you noticed a familiar man slide in past security. You glanced up at River, silently asking him if that was who he thought it was.

"Yeah, I see him," River said, redirecting you to sit back in the circular booth you occupied previously. "It's gonna be a long night, V."

[glitchtricks94]

Rough Day

Riddle Rosehearts x Reader Drabble

I saw @love-thanatopsis was craving Rosehearts content and I wanted to joke around and say do not tempt me and then mid joke rant I got an idea so now were here. Anyways, have fun with Riddle! -Glitchtricks Word count: 1.2k

Riddle was good with planning, one could even say it's his hobby! With you, there were no exceptions; he had many things planned out, his mind practically rivaling Azul Ashengrotto's when he really cranked up the juice on his intentions, that is, until he actually approached you. When he came near you, the sun practically vanished in his poor, anxiety ridden mind and he was reduced into a stuttering mess compared to the smooth conversation self he had built; oh, the frustrations he felt being around you, such a precious rose! Nevertheless, he still steeled his nerves and asked you out.

That was two months ago. Now, here you were, wondering where the fuck your boyfriend and small racoon/cat monster that perpetually reeked of smelly canned tuna were. Attempting to call Riddle yielded nothing, all texts were left on read, a faux pas that felt like a knife in your poor, squishy heart, and for some reason, Ace, Deuce, Trey and Cater were keeping you occupied with whatever they hell they could think of! Deuce decided to play mysterious bad-boy with you and drag you away with Epel on a magical wheel, making an impromptu trip to the beach, where your dumbasses, as you lovingly called them, then proceeded to wrestle in the sand until Cater showed up. First thing that your darling upperclassman did? Drag you to stand by the sparkling waters of the sea and snap so many selfies, the meaning of the word "selfie" was lost to you in a haze of hashtags, reshoots and far too much slang for your little brain to fully grasp; you wanted to strangle all three of them in that moment. Unfortunately, you lacked both the strength and arm count needed to do so. Seriously, Deuce is stronger than he looks, same with Epel, the little shits...

After finally getting dragged back to campus to get lunch by Cater, you attempted to locate Riddle and Grim again, however, no dice, and only Hearts and Clubs greeted you... Ace and Trey were the ones to bug ya this time, Ace being a jackass and cracking you up with jokes that'd make Riddle turn red from anger/embarrassment and Trey insisting you try some fun looking cake pops he made earlier and point out how he could improve. This is the time where it must be pointed out you know nothing about baking, and everyone that's ever tasted Trey's treats is jealous as all hell. You gave a mint cake pop to Ace. "You need a breath mint and this is the closest I got." You said, Ace gasping dramatically. "Rude!" He unceremoniously chomped down on his treat.

Evening has now fallen.... And you hate everything with every piece of your soul. You had no contact with your boyfriend, the little fuck just straight up ghosting you, your friends were running you ragged more than usual, and you still had no idea where Grim was so you were really fucking scared for him. Yes, the cat bastard was a pain in your side, but he was your pain and you loved him! A saddened sigh left your lips as you finally trudged back to Ramshackle, ready to cry into a pillow over your literal everything aching and hope all of this was some sort of bad dream. Imagine your surprise when you saw all the lights off inside your dorm and the sound of...is that violin music? Raising a brow, you ran to your dorm, throwing open the door and flicking on the nearest light, your eyes widening as you finally laid eyes on your dearest Riddle Rosehearts; dressed up in his dorm uniform with Grim dressed in a bowtie and...a little waiter suit(?) , with a beautifully intricate candle light dinner. Oh, and Ace and Deuce were in the background, somehow playing violins. You just blamed some of the ghosts, you know for damn sure your dumbass buddies can't play string instruments well.

"Hello, my rose." Riddle spoke, smiling softly at your shocked expression. Just as planned, your surprise melted into happiness as you rushed towards Riddle and kissed his petal soft lips, the Heartslabyul dorm head ignoring Ace's obnoxious faux gagging faces. "Was this where you were all day?" You asked softly when you pulled away, looking into those pretty slate grey orbs that practically glowed with adoration that no other would receive from him. "Yes, and my apologies for possibly worrying you." The redhead replied softly, brushing some hair out of your eyes. "I borrowed Grim and asked the others of my dorm to keep you occupied for the day whilst I prepared this. I hope you aren't too upset with me." "I was going to be, but this changes everything, you absolutely perfect man!" You cheered, making Riddle's cheeks ignite a soft red hue. Oh how he lavishes in your praises. "Excellent, as perfect as I planned it." "You and your plans. Shall we-" ScReeeEEEccccH!- Oh dear, sweet Seven, what did your dumbasses do?! Riddle instantly grew enraged. His perfectly romantic plan for the night that he was painstakingly patient for when setting up, all those calls he had to ignore, all the texts he had to hold back from replying to, everything reduced to ashes! "Uh...S-Sorry-" Deuce stammered, Grim sneaking up to the table and eating everything on the table while Riddle wasn't looking. You let out a shrill scream at the sight, Riddle whipping around and seeing the sight and letting out a yell, his magic pen in hand. "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!" Riddle screamed, collaring Grim, much to his chagrin and then whipping around and collaring Ace and Deuce, Ace complaining and Deuce looking horrified. "Hey, it was an accident!" Ace protested. "What?! You were whispering to the ghosts that they sucked at playing!" Deuce replied. "Fgnyah! Get this thing off me! You can't do this to-" "Get out! All three of you, get out!" Riddle yelled angrily. "You have all ruined everything! GET OUT!" With that, your friends and cat/racoon monster bolted out of the building, leaving you with your now stressed boyfriend to comfort. Which you do, because you love him; he's your gremlin and you love him. "Riddle..." "What!" The redhead barked, looking at you with rage. Wordlessly, you cupped his cheek in your palm, the action making him relax slightly. "All I wanted was to see you today. How about we make some popcorn and munch on some candy together? I have a few movies we can watch while cuddling." You suggested, Riddle pausing before gaining a saddened expression. "I just...I wanted to do something nice for you, my rose..." "Oh Riddle, you do that just by going out with me." You replied sweetly, making Riddle melt inside. Oh how he loved you, you always knew how to make him feel good. "So, why don't we get those movies, get that candy, get that popcorn and kick back and relax, yeah?" "I...I suppose so..." Riddle quietly conceded, leaning into your palm and greedily accepting the kiss you planted on his lips. "Good. We both need this after today."

[horsetailcurlers2]

YET ANOTHER long and obnoxious stream of my thoughts while watching greys anatomy for the first time (SEASON 16 bc i decided i will try to catch up to you guys who are awaiting S20)

-tom koracick, despite all outward appearances, is far too nice

-bailey pisses me off sometimes bc she usually isn’t wrong, but within the parameters of how everyone behaves on the show, her decisions feel wrong, yk? like irl absolutely she should have fired them without a doubt. but in this soapy medical show in which everyone commits malpractice five times a week, it feels like she’s overreacting lmao. does that make any sense?

-meredith in her community service outfit is kind doing something to me

-a man on a scooter just ran into maggie and amelia’s car and it startled me so bad i drew blood with my cross-stitching needle!

-lisa ann walter!! and charmed cast in the same ep!

-bailey and i are beefing actually

-do NOT have another affair, richard webber

-“how come my mom hasn’t called from sleepover community service?” sleepover community service PLS

-a lumineers song in the background!!! the music is good again

-why is owen pulling this bullshit again!!!!!!!!!!

-bailey is making me so fucking mad right now. she has no room to act morally superior considering some of the shit she’s pulled. she also continues to have this attitude that meredith should owe her something for being her teacher…. which is sort of valid but let’s not pretend that bailey doesn’t owe meredith quite a bit too. idk again it’s one of those things again where in real life, she’s be perfectly justified but within the fictional guidelines set up by the show, she’s being a vindictive asshole.

-patricia!!!!!

-“she is the sun and she is unstoppable” !!!!!

-addison wrote one too!!!!

-this episode is potentially a little too sentimental and overly emotional but i really really like it. the nostalgia bait made me like it even more actually

-more lumineers!!!! i really like this episode. (i’ll stop now but it’s the first episode in a really long time that i’ve really enjoyed the entire thing)

-everyone is being really dramatic about koracick he really isn’t that bad

-i want to like schmitt it just feels like we were sort of thrown into deep emotional story lines for him without getting to know him beyond surface level. maybe it’s just me it just feels like the show wants me to have a certain level of emotional investment in him that i don’t have (yet?)

-beanie feldstein!

-teddy’s sparkly little winter hat is so cute

-TEDDY NO. i don’t mind if you cheat on owen tbh but plz don’t play with tom’s feelings instead of facing your problems.

-i’ll not comment a lot on the alex thing bc i had spoilers for it and honestly it’s just so ridiculous. it’s one of those things that i don’t blame the character for bc i know it was the writers and other irl circumstances. i imagine from izzies perspective this is the culmination of a beautiful crazy love story akin to the notebook. but from our perspective this sounds like the lie you tell your kids when the family dog dies- “oh he went to live on a farm”

-does richard have another brain tumor??? this doesn’t seem like a relapse but…

-i know it’s wrong but i wouldn’t mind this affair if i thought the show was treating teddy/tom as a serious option. as it stands, i just think teddy is being selfish

-i knew the baby wasn’t gonna be owens

-i KNEW this would be a boy who cried wolf situation with deluca. unfortunately, he also is struggling mentally i think but i don’t know if he’s manic or suffering from a break. they had me convinced i was wrong for a minute, but i knew it would turn out that he was right about the girl being trafficked. but i definitely think that he was nowhere near ready to come back to work and that the psychologist should not have cleared him. i hope he gets the help he needs soon bc i really like deluca :(

-the conference in LA would’ve been the perfect opportunity for an addison cameo

-OOH A TWIST IN TEDDY’S BACKSTORY. this explains a lot

-OOH SO MANY TWISTS THIS EPISODE.

-i am fighting for my life trying to defend teddy in my head. i hate owen as much as the next guy but this whole thing is brutal to watch.

[madaboutmunson]

WIP Weekend :D

Tagged in this by the wonderful @steddie-there and the amazing @2btheanswertothequestion

I know I was probably a random choice, but I'm just gonna pretend you both love me, and that's why you tagged me ;)

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WIPs

Are You Experienced?

SRS X TPE - Part 3 - Eddie POV

It's a kind of magic 3

Hell Raiser 5

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Snippet

Steve shoves his hands into his jacket pockets and feels the crinkle of the fifty from his mom against his fingertips, and his eyes move to the record store. They were probably gonna be open for an hour or so longer. He turns to the store's glass front, has a final check over his appearance and ensures his uniform is buried deep in the depths of his backpack before taking a deep breath and walking over there.

It's not like he hated this place or anything. It just felt like a betrayal to the town store that was slowly but surely crumbling into non-existence. The other factor was that all the people who worked here were school kids, apart from the manager. Cheap labour, he guesses, but it means he can never fully relax here. Can never fully let the music ring through his ears so it can guide him to his next pocket-sized plastic box of hidden treasure. Most of them were younger than him, though, so intimidating them was easy enough, though with the weather warming up, they were slowly catching on to how far King Steve had fallen, working just across the way. He tells them it's character-building, an experiment. He only told Robin that it was, in fact, a punishment.

He stands outside for a moment. This place is so bright and garish. Neon lights ran all over it like some fake plastic poison spreading between what he loved most. He can already hear something blaring out of there and voices chattering loudly, contending with it. He puts on his headphones, carefully placing the band so it doesn't crease up his hair, and pushes play on his Walkman. His ears fill with Nina Simone, and he takes a much easier deep breath as he walks inside.

I wish I knew how it would feel to be free.

As the voice smoothly fills his ears like it had just broken through the dam of the day and swirls its way around his brain into what feels like every crease, he finally feels that special feeling. The tingle from under his cheekbone to his temples, and he can finally settle into himself a little more. Swaps tension for ease as his fingers dance over the music sections, flipping cassette cases or the large vinyl album artwork as he moves around the store.

That is until he starts to hear the repetition of something unfortunate, and it pulls him out of his oasis of calm back into his old, reliable, tensed body and mask. His name.

"Harrington!" The voice rings out, and as if to make a show of how annoying this all is, he slowly takes off his headphones and forcibly pushes stop on his walkman.

"Yes?" He says through almost gritted teeth as he turns to the origin of the sound and finds himself met with a set of hopeful brown eyes, a mass of waves and curls, and an awkward smile. Eddie "The Freak" Munson.

[nerdyenby]

Green time :D I’m watching Ranboo

 So excited for Ranboo and H team y’all have no idea

“They put her in goddamn trans world, it was amazing!! So I… am, of course,… dressing up as Spider-Gwen… because I am straight” MY STREAMER IS CISHET :D

I too made across the spiderverse my entire personality after seeing it, so real

Guqqie painted their nails <333

“I can climb up walls and be transgender, but I can’t- I cannot pull up a suit” this is how they officially come out, I’m dying

Ran thinking the music was an auditory hallucination 😭

“Anxiety. I have it.” is all I heard lmao

“I’m spider!!” “like spiderman?” “No >:|” the freaking gender on display lmao

I’m sick too!!! We’re all so cool

I was about to get on to Ranboo for talking bad about bm but H beat me to it lol

Buildmart

I can’t tell if this team has talked a good amount or if this is their first time in call together lmao (probably the latter tbh)

I’m so down for these vibes, just calm confusion, absolutely elite <333

“Don’t be afraid to ask things” H is such a good teammate I love him so much

5th!!! They popped off!!!!!

“Hopefully the rest are no brain” Lily 😂

The greenest geckos!!! I love her!!

Ranboo just freaking choking when Sykkuno complimented genloss

Ranboo standing there clueless what to do or say when H is muted

Bingo

“Wait… I lied” “HOW DARE YOU?!??” This is exactly what I needed from this duo, thank you <3

Ran just running around breaking people’s crafting tables and cackling

“How are we all feeling?” “aaaaaaaaaaaaaa” “I’m stressed” I love this team

“No more thinky games”

TGTTOSAWAF

“This one’s an absolute poop fiesta” Sykkuno 😭😭😭

H giving Lily a piggyback ride my beloved <333

Ran accidentally turning on their narrator in the fall guys map 😂

Everyone laughing at Lily stepping on the pressure plate and getting launched

“Ranboo, I don’t mean to flex but I’m two points better than you, no big deal” “It’s fine, I’m not bad about it, I’m not mad about it” “it seems like you’re kinda mad about it” them!!!

H being so proud of his hermits <33

Parkour Tag

“Wait a minute, this looks um….” “… yeah Sykkuno, what does it look?” “Use your words” YOU CAN SAY GAY THIS ISNT FLORIDA

H getting in on the homophobia bit only for Ran to turn it on him and just “uh… uh…. uh…. I think I can hunt the first round” 😂

Ranboo is having so much fun being the token queer on this team

RAN CRUSHED IT HELLO?????

Sykkuno mvp!!!

They’re killing it!!!!

H hyping everyone up <333

If Sykkuno surviving three four five consecutive rounds doesn’t make the top ten plays I’m gonna lose it

SYKKUNO IS INSANE WHAT THE HECK?!??

“Love ya babes x” Glowduo my beloved <3333

H and Ran intersecting and exchanging “How do”s :))

GREEN POPPED OFF!!!!

“Lily, how are you liking your first event?” “I’m buying a green geckos t-shirt right now!!”

“I’ve won too much, unfortunately” “I am going to name… a haybale after you… and burn it” this is exactly the energy I wanted from H and Ran :))

Ranboo and H gonna be the cause of a new stat breakdown, see y’all in two hours

Ace Race

The vod is muted I’m crying

They did well!! Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!!!

Transboo my beloved <333

Sands of Time

SANDKEEPER H RAAAAAAHHHHH

H, how’s the timer?? How’s the timer, H???

This is so painful

OH MY GOODNESS LMAO

Meltdown

Lily and Sykkuno just being absolutely silent while H and Ranboo bicker in the tone you would discipline a pet with 😂

Round two started and they all jolted awake lmao

WHAT JUST HAPPENED /pos

Ran went rabid, good for them!!!!

RAN OPENING THEIR INVENTORY MIDCOMBAT THEN GETTING A QUAD KILL?!????

They’re popping off!!!!

4TH!!!!!

Battle box

Lily carry!!

That aqua rush was terrifying but the countered it perfectly!!!

Ran’s keyboard is so loud 😭😭😭

Guys it’s fine, attempts were made and fun was had

Can’t believe antfrost got tickled to death, fat rip

NOT LAST!!!!!

Lily and Sykkuno holding hands on the individual leaderboard my beloved (don’t look at where they are, all that matters is that they’re together <3)

Dodgebolt

Sykkuno saying the event is rigged in Scott’s favor and him immediately falling off the map 😂

“Surely, surely” “… Temple” me too HBomb

WHY ARE ME AND H ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH?!?? He’s very adhd today (I don’t know if he actually has adhd)

Them all frantically switching to purple merch lmao

DO IT FOR THE GECKOS!!!!

I CANT BELIEVE GREEN WON!!!!!

H bullying Ranboo for not being able to win a 20v20 😂😂😂

Not one, not two, but three dodgebolts

“We should refer to each other by our numbers” this is like the twitch leaks all over again lmao

“Wow, that was a really good way to not get either of them” the SLANDER lmao

This devolved into an auction so fast, I’m losing my mind /pos

[bowtiesnmusicals]

Here is my recap of the So Much We Didn’t See (Laryngitis) episode of the podcast.

This episode on May 11 2010.

They had to really rack their brains to remember what happened in the real world the week the episode aired.

They were about to start their first tour.

They were in Phoenix Arizona. It was hot as hell.

It was Kevin’s first time in two gay bars. Jenna went to one of them.

Zach Woodlee and Kevin got invited to a back room at one of them and got to try expensive Tequila. Kevin thought it tasted like lighter fluid.

At one of the clubs it was announced that the cast of glee was there. They ran out of there so quickly. It was Kevin, Chris, Telly, and Megan. Kevin said where’s Chris, get Chris out of here.

Kevin was not closeted to the cast that played the kids. By the time they out to LA Jane Lynch came up to Kevin and said I heard you are a little gay boy. Kevin turned bright red. He didn’t want anyone else to know.

For this tour Phoenix was where they were working out what the show was going to be because there was debate if they would be in character the whole time. During the first show there wasn’t a lot of consistency. Sometimes they would refer to each other by their real names and others by their characters names. Kevin was in his chair the whole time so he was basically always Artie. They didn’t quite know what they were doing yet.

The people running the tour thought it would be like One Direction and everyone would go crazy. They would get respectful applause between numbers and then after the show everyone went crazy. The demographics were way off from what the tour promoters thought it would be because it wasn’t just teens. It was teens, younger children up through grandparents. People reacted like they were watching a theatre show and not a concert. They had to have a meeting to dissect what was going on. They figured out that because they were doing so many skits that it felt more like a theatre show. They added more bits of crowd participation to make it feel more like a concert.

Kevin took it very personally.

It was a new format for a tv show to go on tour. The only thing they had to go off before this was High School Musical which was a different demographic.

May 11 is Cory’s birthday and Jenna’s dad’s birthday. Her mom’s birthday is the same as Lea. Kevin’s mom has the same birthday as Ryan.

The tour was a hit after they figured things out. It’s as an experiment. They filmed at Radio City and we never saw it. Kevin said they have to text Ryan to see if he still has it.

The Fox execs fessed up that it was sort of like a pilot program. If it did well then they would do an even bigger tour the next year.

The #1 song was Nothin’ On You by B.o.B featuring Bruno Mars.

The #1 movie was Iron Man 2 with their future friend Gwyneth Paltrow.

On this day in 2009 the Glee cast attended their season 1 premiere screening event at Santa Monica High School.

Within a year they were selling out Radio City Music Hall in New York.

Kevin said the first tour was fun.

A restaurant was rented out for the cast and crew the day after the Radio City show. They went buck wild dancing on tables.

This episode was special for many reason.

Naya is progressively singing more and more and more in the back 9 episodes of the season. The creative team was starting to recognize how damn good she was at everything.

This episode is a perfect example of what Ryan said about it was so special that they got to spend so much time between scenes and he got to know them. This episode is a product of that. They also had time to bond with one of the directors, Alfonso.

Alfonso has also done a lot of directing for American Horror Story.

Kevin can do a great Alfonso impression. It’s the only one he can do. Well he can do Ryan too.

Zack Weinstein was a very special guest star.

Mike O’Malley and Ashley Fink are also in this episode.

Unfortunately there is no Jessalyn or Jayma in this episode.

The songs in this episode are Jesse’s Girl, Lady Is A Tramp (Kevin didn’t know this was from a Broadway show. He thought it was like a Frank Sinatra song. Jenna said that is fair because they did make it sound like a Frank Sinatra song or cover), The Boy Is Mine, Rose’s Turn, and One (The cover with Mary J. Bilge. Kevin was sad he didn’t get to sing on this song).

Rachel gets laryngitis, Kurt changes his persona to try to impress his dad, and Puck tries to regain his social status by dating Mercedes after shaving his mohawk. Mark was sick of it by this point. It made him super easy to spot out in the real world.

On the waste management sign on the trash can Puck gets thrown into there is a misspelling.

Puck tries to go after Mercedes and says many many offensive things. On the flip side Mark go to be very funny in this episode. It was something we didn’t get to see a lot of and Jenna said he was very funny.

Quinn gives Mercedes a heads up about being more worried about Santana going after Mercedes for going after her man.

Kevin said you need to go watch some bootlegs of the tour especially The Boy Is Mine.

Somehow when they were sitting around between takes they would have their directors/cast chairs in a circle in the middle of the soundstage. At some point Naya started doing a Monica impression which involved a lot of neck movement, neck bobbing, and hair moving. It was an incredible spot on impression. This probably happening during Madonna. Ryan would just appear out of nowhere and ask what they were laughing at and they would tell Naya to do the impression. Kevin said it felt like a coup and they tricked Ryan into doing something they wanted to do. You just have to make Ryan think it’s his idea.

After Naya recorded it she said Adam wouldn’t let her do the full impression. She definitely got a lot of it in there though.

There is a shot where Naya is at the piano and when she leaves she does this neck thing and that was part of the impression she would do for the cast.

Kevin discovered when he was looking this episode up he found that Naya does the full Monica impression on the tour.

Needless to say they were so excited to get to do The Boy Is Mine.

Puck at some point when trying to woo Mercedes says Blacks and Jews have a history of sticking up for each other. Wikipedia says King Martin Luther loved the Jews. He also mentions joining a Black church. It’s so very cringy and inappropriate.

Lea has a thing where she bad sings. Because she has such a phenomenal voice the juxtaposition of her bad singing is so good it’s cringing, off key, and piercing but so freaking funny. They would ask her to do it all the time on set between takes. She had the ability to get just off key enough that you are like oh god. They made her do it for Ryan and he laughed. The face she performs The Climb with is the one she uses when she does her bad singing. It’s like she’s not aware but she knows something is wrong. She did it live because it wasn’t a recordable thing. She has an earwig in her ear and you can see it. It was so she could keep time and keep the track.

She was singing and there was no music. They rest of the cast and to sit it he choir room in silence. They ere all trying to keep it together but it was so hard. Jenna was crying just thinking about it. There is a shot of Kevin before she starts singing and he’s already laughing. He’s doing his frowny face and turned away from her because he knew what was coming.

Lea was like guys you’ve got to stop laughing, I’ve got to get this done because they were making her laugh. The only way for them to not laugh was to make confused faces. Harry’s face was phenomenal. Nothing has ever made Kevin laugh harder then when Lea did her bad singing. Kevin texted her once and asked her do it on her phone for him.

Back to the episode recap. Rachel realizes that some of the glee club isn’t pulling their weight. She bribes Zizes with candy to but the choir room.

Ryan confirmed that Jesse was named Jesse so that Finn could sing Jesse’s Girl. This is Finn’s Don’t Rain On My Parade.

On the second tour the girls had a quick change room under the stage. Somehow along the way it turned into the girls pole dancing and stripping as they changed. Kevin heard about it and he would see them doing full strip tease. This would happen during Jesse’s Girl.

On one of the tours Jenna peed in a bucket.

Jesse’s Girl became an iconic number.

Rachel loses her mind and loses her will to live. She’s told she has to have surgery which is a scary thing when you are a singer.

Finn takes Rachel to see friend Sean Fretthold who is paralyzed. The actor who plays him, Zack, is paralyzed from the waist down.

When Rachel was crying in the scenes with him Lea was really crying.

Alfonso did an amazing job with these scenes.

There was an NPR article on Zack that came out the day the episode aired .He didn’t say anything bad about Kevin but said their should be more opportunities for actors that are disabled.

I’m like Tinkerbelle I need applause to live is probably one of the best lines of the show. It’s so funny.

This is when Finn decides Rachel needs some perspective.

Kevin said they were dressed like a Gap ad during One. This was a Zach Woodlee this is our Gap ad moment.

Poor Alfonso, they tortured this port guy. They could not control themselves during the serious numbers. The more serious it was the more they would laugh. Fix You was the worst. According to Kevin it was embarrassing.

The other thing that is happening in this episode is Kurt.

The assignment of the week is for everyone to find their voice. This gives us a lot of great solos.

Kurt is really threatened by what is going on with Burt and Finn. Burt takes Finn to a lot of sports ball games as Kevin put it.

Sue asks Kurt how does he know he’s gay. Have you ever kissed a boy, have you kissed a girl? That’s the problem with your generation you are obsessed with labels. Say you like show tunes that doesn’t mean you are gay, means your awful. Another funny Sue line.

This leads Kurt to go on a John Mellencamp trip and wearing flannel. Burt just goes with it. Kurt sings Ain’t That America.

The scene where Kurt is making out with Brittany and Burt comes down. Burt says, when you decided you let me know. It’s always so poignant and impactful. The show constantly constantly is going high low. You have Kurt and Brittany being silly and then a very touching grounded scene with Burt. The show is constantly swinging back and forth between those highs and lows. You get those beautiful grounded moments and silly weird moments all in one scene.

This eventually leads to Rose’s Turn. Kevin has pictures of when Kurt’s name was in lights. It was a phenomenal performance. Chris slayed. He was nominated for an Emmy for this performance. He didn’t win but it’s fine he won a Golden Globe.

Burt gets to see him perform this and we get that moment of you don’t need to change who you are to make me love you.

Chris wanted this song so badly. He had been pitching this song so hard. Kevin didn’t know any of this and of course didn’t know the song because he didn’t know Broadway when he started Glee.

It’s an iconic song. It was brilliant and it was amazing he got a sign kind of like Roxy Hart in Chicago. They also changed the lyrics.

Jenna was blown away and so happy for him. Chris was so excited to do it.

They got to watch him do the number. Kevin and Jenna said Chris has never sounded better.

Billy Porter sang it during a commercial break for the Tony’s. It’s unbelievable.

This episode was a lot of Ryan listening and giving everyone what they wanted.

Tartie Takes:

Ouchies/Cringe Moments - Puck referring to Mercedes as black girl several times. Kevin said specifically said when Puck says girl you’ve got more curves then a Nissan ad.

Best Dance Move - Naya head bob for Monica in The Boy Is Mine

Best Song - Kevin: The Boy Is Mine Jenna: Jesse’s Girl

Best Performance by a Prop - Kurt in lights on the stage.

Best Line - Jenna: I’m like Tinkerbelle Finn I need applause to live. Kevin: show you like show tunes doens’t mean your gay it just means your awful and also when she says I checked out of this conversation a minute ago, I have to remind myself to not stop and talk with students. Even when she’s not really in an episode she’s in an episode. She shows up says the greatest shit ever heard and gets the hell out.

The Shit We Found On TikTok:

There is a TikTok that ranks the songs of every episode. For Laryngitis they got the top three correct. They ranked The Climb last. Rose’s Turn is somewhere in the middle. The Boy Is Mine was number 1 on their ranking.

Next week is Dream On…it’s like Wheels part 2. They are both excited to watch it.

[squadron-goals]

First experiences

30.12.14

Afternoon, reception of bullets and food rations. Examination for sexually transmitted diseases. Some of the mothers said their farewells when we lined up, which does tarnish the mood a little. 6:44 Departure. We got straw in the wagons. Terribly crammed napping on and under the benches.

1.1.15

At 7 o´clock we got pea soup in Sedan. The mood was jolly. The area is starting to get a warlike appearance. Destroyed houses, blown up bridges, which slowly get crossed, and the rotten sheaves of the harvest in the fields. The neglected fields present a sad picture. We get off at the train station in Bazancourt. The cannons are humming in the distance. Then we drove another few kilometers. Then on foot to Oranville. We stayed overnight there in a big barn and listened to the roar of the cannons.

 2.1.15

The next morning we got assigned. I came to the 9th company. We then waited in the local school. Suddenly there was a loud crash near us. Soldiers came running from every house. Then it whistled three times directly over us. Everyone laughed and no one ran but everyone ducked their head. A few moments later the first wounded were carried past us on gurneys. The first one I saw was covered in blood and cried a hoarse “Help, help”. The second's leg was hanging loose from the thigh. 9 men have been killed, including the music director Gebhardt. There was talk of espionage since our village has only been targeted since yesterday. Later I passed the entrance to the castle. A grenade had hit the left corner. A few big puddles of blood turned the street red and and brains stuck to the pillar. Above the entrance hang a funny sign “Grenade corner”. Through the day we stayed in the village and in the evening we marched to the firing position. It took at least 20 minutes through long communication trenches. To the right and left there were deserted shell fields, one crater next to the other. Finally we were at the outermost trench. Sometimes we spent the night lying in the narrow holes in the ground, sometimes we kept watch by the rifles. There was little shooting, but incessant. Once a bullet whistled right over our heads. I had to stay awake for three hours and stand guard. Priepke went on patrol to the enemy's wire entanglement to post an encouragement for defectors. I had 2 hours of outpost and 2 hours of trench guard.

4.1.15

I am writing this in a foxhole, about 150 m from the enemy trench. Every now and then an enemy or friendly missile whizzes past us. Unfortunately we don't see any Frenchman here, otherwise we could shoot ourselves too. The cannons are firing at Oranville and our artillery at a village on the hill from which black steam is already rising. At most 80 m in front of us there are 6-8 dead French people who are about 2 months old. The stretched limbs in the red trousers and blue coats look strange; Through my binoculars I notice the ashen, almost black color of decay on one of them's faces. Now the French battery is directed against the German battery, which falls silent but then fires again. Afterwards I smoke my cigarette with Priepke and we think we see a Frenchman out in the field. I first shoot with a 1200 visor, then with a 1600, and Pripke with another one. Then we have to stop the fire, otherwise we will get an iron portion from the enemy forts. I'm very curious about what constitutes shrapnel bombardment. In general, the war seemed to me more terrible than it really is. The sight of them being torn apart by shells left me completely cold, as did the whole explosions, even though I heard the bullets whistling very close a few times. In general, the cold and the wetness in our foxholes are the most unpleasant things for me. As I write this, I'm lying under a shelter with some damp straw, it's raining and the trench already holds a few centimeters of water. We'll be back on guard soon. So you're soaked for days. I'm curious when the inevitable rheumatism will set in. Hopefully it won't be anything worse. In the evening we went back to the reserve position. This is a farmstead that lies behind a forest on the mountain. It is still completely undamaged. That's because it belongs to a French colonel who is opposite us with the batteries. At night we had to dig from 11 to 4. Then we slept in somewhat more feudal holes, like in the trench, which were characterized by a great stench.

5.1.15

Today we were allowed to sleep until 12, a real relief. In the afternoon we dug more foxholes; so called winter cabins. Then we were alerted. Blind alarm. The rifles were controlled and it was exposed that many run around with loaded and unsecured guns. Field kitchen came in the evening and brought disgusting grub which probably consisted mainly of overcooked leftovers.

8.1.15

During the day we were on trench watch again, thank God we will be relieved today. 60 hours without sleep in the wet and cold is endless. Like back in Algeria, I get completely different ideals. A solid student life with an armchair and a soft bed and a small circle of friends without pretentious fraternities, nice trips and good books. And a beetle collection. First I have to travel to Africa somehow just to see that that is just chasing fantasies too. Today we are under heavy fire; the shrapnel bursts in front of and behind the trench. I had fun watching the things die in the air. Even though the trench was obviously under fire, I didn't feel any danger. The day before yesterday a man went to the latrine and, while crouching, was shot in the back of the knee. Thank God we were relieved in the evening and went back to Oranville. There the company slept in a large, drafty barn.

9.1.15 – 12.1.15

Rifle cleaning and lessons, roll call and some drilling. I slept well and ate heavily. At 5:30 on the 12th we moved back into the trench. For the first time it was beautiful, clear weather, and the mood was therefore better than usual. Two men were sent to throw two hand grenades into the French trench. They came back unharmed.

14.1.15

Slept 2 hours at most. Our artillery pelted the French with grenades with time fuses so that the splinters flew right into our trenches. It looked quite warlike how 4-6 shells burst at once over the French positions. At night we went back to the regiment's winter huts and ate peas there. Oh delicious peas! Oh delicious 4 portions, Oh agonies of satiety! Then we fortified the trench until 5:30 in the morning, and then slept until 11:30. So: one night watch, 2 hours sleep, one day watch, 2 hours sleep, one night watch, 2 hours sleep, one day watch, 2 hours sleep and then worked through one night to then sleep for 6 hours!

30.1.15

Today we were positioned on the very left wing of our trenches. At night we stood guard next to the field gun and had a good chat with the artillerymen. I went three times to fetch water from the shot-up mill in the bottom of the stream, an eerie atmosphere à la Böcklin. Full moon, shot-down walls, a tangle of fallen alder trees, a decaying barge in the water, the rushing water, deep shell holes everywhere, a medieval picture of devastation. The next morning we cooked cocoa, tea and crab soup with the artillerymen.

31.1.15

Position in trench 5a at the very front. I was standing all alone on guard duty in the reeds and was so tired that I fell asleep. When I woke up (I had been dozing standing up) my rifle was gone. Seffers had sneaked up quietly and stolen it. As a punishment, I was led to our post by a non-commissioned officer armed only with an hatchet and had to stand there for 3 hours. When we went there we received 2 volleys. The noncommissioned officer, who wanted to mark the father of the family afterwards, disappeared when he heard the whistle. Several more bullets came close to my head, and one hit a branch from the willow just above me. As far as I'm concerned they could have put me straight into the French post, the only thing that annoyed me was the mean guy who said: "If anything happens to him, it's fine with me." After 2 hours, 3 guys cartoonishly crept forward on patrol, including Lang and Wiesenburg. They walked along the stream and disappeared. Soon there was a bang and then another volley whistled into my area. Two came back. Lang had stayed. The two cowards who had left their comrade behind almost shit their pants in fear: they had to go back, but they claimed they couldn't find him, they probably hid in the nearest bushes.

[elifalvey]

It was far, far too easy to get lost in your own mind in a place like this — Elijah found that out rather quickly, having spent several hours holed up between the aisles during one of his first visits, listening to the music softly play over the store’s speakers. That understanding was why he couldn’t exactly blame the woman for jumping at the sound of his voice. However, he could admit that startling her definitely wasn’t a single part of his intentions. Nor did he even think it was possible, to be honest, what with the blaring height disparity between them and all. That wouldn’t stop him from being slightly amused, though; the corners of his lips pulled into a tiny smile and he shook his head, finding himself apologizing first before saying anything else. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I really should’ve said excuse me first. My manners must've ran off somewhere without me.”

Properly facing her now, he couldn’t help the way his dark hues trailed over her frame. In this context, subtly hadn’t always been his strong suit, but thankfully (or unfortunately?) it didn’t appear that she noticed, and he watched her fumble to get the second record, biting back an even larger smile as she turned towards him again with it in hand. She was gorgeous, that much was undeniable, and with seemingly good music taste as well? As subjective and superficial as that all was, could he really be blamed for loitering in this conversation way longer than he needed to? He didn’t think so. “Thank you,” he said simply, the option to leave it at that fully on the table, turning around and heading towards the checkout made horribly easy for him as the clerk stepped away from stocking shelves to ring up another customer a mere few feet away. Except he didn’t. Didn’t move a muscle, actually. He lingered, and it paid off in full as she continued. “Oh, is it? You know, it pains me a little to admit, but I actually don’t listen to that version all that much. Something about the original just . . . feels nostalgic to me, I suppose,” he shared, “Although, maybe I should. Nothing wrong with switching it up.” Fiddling with the album in his hands for a moment, the sudden thought that he hadn’t introduced himself popped into his brain, and he rectified that by saying, “Elijah, by the way. Uh — Eli, if that suits your fancy. May I ask yours? Since you made my day by grabbing this for me, it only seems fitting to address you properly. Manners, and all.”

( @draslihanxfahri-bailey )

With a few more weeks before the schoolyear began and she were to start her first year teaching at Summit Lake High, Aslihan was trying to become acquainted with Providence Peak. Though, part of her was a little nervous to be out and about too much. One of these days, she knew she was going to have to find Atlas. That she needed to tell him about the three year old they shared, the one with his hazel eyes and mischievous smile. That his whole entire life was about to change. That he might hate her, a complete 360 from the last message she received from him in her favourite book. This was going to happen. But, as of right now, the scholar was trying to focus on getting to know the town. With her new roommate, Raymond Becker, offering to watch over Alex during her nap so that she could check out downtown, she'd been hesitant to leave at first before agreeing. At the time, not realizing that her whole world was going to change.

Roaming around, the summer weather still hot yet fortunately a nice breeze going through, Asli hadn't been sure which shop to check out first until she spotted the record shop. She smiled to herself over the pun of its name before heading in. While she still needed to buy a record, the one she had still back in London, she wasn't going to stop herself from getting a record or two so that she would be ready once the time came. Roaming around, she hummed softly along with the music. Hearing Talking Heads playing overhead only made her smile widen and she was quick to try and find them. Sighing with relief that she grabbed the second to last record, holding it close to her as she checked out some of the other records nearby. She'd been about to go off to find Fleetwood Mac, still humming along to the song, when the sudden voice caused her to jump. She'd been in her own world completely that she hadn't see the man at first. Trying so hard to settle her fast-beating heart, she felt her cheeks grew warm as she smiled. Brushing some of her bangs out of her eyes before nodding. "Oh, yes! There's one more." Looking back, Asli was quick to grab the last record before looking back at the taller man. Her cheeks only becoming more pink over the term as she held it out to him. Clocking by his accent, she knew that the term was more so general than anything. Yet, it didn't stop her from becoming more bashful over hearing it. Especially considering how beautiful the tall, Welsh stranger is. "I, um, I love this song. This Must Be The Place. It's one of my favourites. I also really like The Lumineers version." ||📜@elifalvey

[fluffy-little-demon]

Moments Like These

Bo Sinclair x Reader

It's nearly 2am when I started writing, I woke up and now I can't get back to sleep, in desperate need of my husband and some softness. This is a cute thought I had 💜

The night started off with good, you went to bed around 10pm and were really grateful you fell asleep so quickly.

After closing the station and having some time to unwind, Bo joined you in bed getting under the covers spooning you with his head buried in the crock of your neck.

Four hours later you woke up, half open eyes looking over at the clock that read 2am. In your sleepy state you tried to get back to sleep only to wake up ten minutes later. Sighing to yourself in frustration you thought you were finally going to have a full night. In your lover's grasp you wriggle over on to your other side so you are facing him. You snuggled your face into his chest hoping he can help you get back to sleep. Unfortunately It seems your luck had ran out tonight as you awoke again five minutes later.

Feeling your eyes brimming up with tears, you slowly get out of bed carful not to wake your sleeping husband. Lighting a small candle, you made your way into the kitchen, switching on the small radio turning the volume down low. Placing the candle on the counter, grabbing some juice out the fridge you poured yourself a glass and put the carton back. You grabbed a book to read out the front room then jumped up to sit on the counter.

As Bo began to wake he reached over to pull you closer only to feel your side was a little bit cold. His eyes opened slowly, blinking a few times. Earlier in your relationship, he would have had more of a panic about you not being there, the thought is still there however you and him have been together for a long time and have been married for a couple years now. He knows you're not going to leave him but that doesn't stop his brain from torturing him with the thought.

He climbs out of bed pulling on some sweatpants then heading your shared room to find his lover. As he entered the kitchen, he saw you sitting on the counter wearing his shirt and reading some book the radio playing quietly in the background. He made his way towards you, gently placing his hands on your waist. Looking up you're met with your shirtless husband looking back at you. "Hey bunny, what time is it? What you doing up?"

"Hey darlin, I could ask you the same thing also it's about three in the morning"

Letting out a sigh you close your book and place it beside you "I just couldn't sleep. I didn't wanna disturb you, you looked so peaceful." Running your thumb over his cheek. "What bout you?"

"I just woke up, found out you weren't in bed so I came lookin."

You leaned down slightly to kiss his lips, when you heard that song on the radio. Bo seemed to have heard it aswell since his smile got bigger.

The song that you were listening to when you first came to Ambrose, the song that played on the radio in Bo's truck nearly every time you came back from a date, the song that played after Bo asked you to marry him, the song that played at your wedding, that was now playing at three in the morning while you were both in the kitchen because you couldn't sleep.

He lifted you off the counter onto the floor, turning the radio up a bit so you could hear it better but not loud enough to disturb anyone. Bo took one of your hands in his, pulling you closer softly with his other, wrapping it around your waist. You rested your hand on his chest also wrapping your arm around him. Slowly swaying to the music he softly pressed kisses to your forehead before laying his chin on top of your head.

Closing your eyes, smiling at the peaceful feeling coursing through your body. You open them when you hear your husband singing quietly along with song on the radio "I don't know how you do what you do, I'm so in love with you, it just keeps gettin' better"

You lift your head up, locking a loving gaze at your man. He leans forward softly pressing your foreheads together. You reach up putting your arms around his neck, his wrapping around your waist.

He continues singing "I wanna spend the rest of my life, with you by my side, forever and ever, every little thing that you do, baby I'm amazed by you"

Both smiling widely as you shared a kiss filled with pure love. Leaving a light kiss on your nose, Bo murmured "let's go back to bed darlin"

"Can you carry me?" Using your puppy dog eyes, Bo chuckled as he picked you up bridal style walking to your room. He plops you down on the bed as you let out a small giggle. Bo walks around to the other side to get into bed. After he made himself comfy you crawled over kissing his lips one last time before resting your head on his chest. Bo wraps his arm around you kissing the top of your head then saying goodnight. You both drift off into a peace filled sleep.