#using poker face would honestly probably not help. also then it's not gonna be a fun scene in it's own right

[rotisseries]

tired of people who want pjo movie references in the disney+ show. "logan lerman should've been-" i don’t care. "poker face in the casino-" actually i hope ms. gaga keeps her entire discography miles away from it. i don't care move on

[eating-plastic]

Unwinding by the Lake: Ace Visconti x Fem!Reader (SMUT)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, (minors and ageless blogs do not touch please and thanks!), age gap (older man-younger woman. Reader is ALWAYS +18), AFAB!Reader, Oral Sex (male and female receiving), face fucking, face sitting, fingering, daddy kink, slight degradation, lots of pet names, fluff, comfort, probably some grammatical errors

Word Count: 2898 words

A/N: This is a part two for my other Ace Visconti x Fem!Reader fic Away from the campfire. I was originally not gonna write one, but a lovely anon on AO3 asked if I could write one focusing on "Ace using reader's mouth" and I was all like "You know what? I can certainly do that!" Unfortunately, they asked me this months ago lol whoops. Oh well, better late than never, right? I don't know, hopefully someone else enjoys this. Cheers!

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Despite the horrific circumstances that led to it, your relationship with Ace is one of the best things that has ever happened to you. Your relationship continues to burn strong, so much so, that it makes it easy to distract yourselves from the unforgiving and harsh realm that is the fog. It is something you are incredibly grateful for, even with the embarrassment you sometimes feel when he gets the urge to smother you with affection in front of the other survivors.

It is also a sentiment that he echoes greatly. You have no idea just how happy you make the older gambler. While your shyness would make someone believe that you are aloof and uncaring, you are the sweetest woman he has ever had the pleasure of meeting. And while he may consider himself a “lucky bastard”, he truly believes that you actually being with him is nothing short of a miracle. 

Ace knows he isn’t the best man in the world. While he can be helpful and even heroic in his own way during trials, he also knows that he can be impulsive and brash. Traits that he still possessed from his old gambling days that seemed both ages ago and mere minutes ago. Time works oddly in the fog.

The point is, despite loving you and you loving him, he still feels like you’re too good for him sometimes. A beautiful, caring, younger woman like yourself didn’t deserve “an old fuck up” like him; his words, certainly not yours. No, in his head you deserve a nice, simple life with someone more like you and a nice house with a picket fence, maybe some kids and a dog. A life that, when he wasn’t in the entity’s realm, would’ve scoffed at and continued to chase the rush and adrenaline from a game of blackjack or poker. 

Now though, he honestly wouldn’t mind a life like that, especially with you. He was done with rushes and bursts of adrenaline. God, does he hate it here in the fog. Not only because of the trials, but also because they remind him of a fact he hates to admit: he is old.

As much as he can joke about how he’s not as old as Bill or Ash, he still wasn’t as young as he likes to think. Hell, he didn’t even have the excuse that they had where their past lives were full of running from monsters. Heh, zombies and demons; two things that he wouldn’t have believed in, but now, after being here for God knows how long and seeing all that he has seen, would be tame. 

After doing five trials back to back, Ace is surprised he was even able to drag himself over to the place where he knew you’d be waiting for him: the good ol’ lake. He leans against a tree and lets out a groan of exhaustion. He raises his hands to his face to rub it in a means to get some sort of energy back.

“Ace?”

His eyes shoot open and he quickly clears his throat at the sound of your voice. As soon as he sees you peek around a tree, he flashes you one of his signature smiles and straightens his back; he hopes that you don’t see him wincing from that. Unfortunately for him, your keen eyes spot it in an instant, causing your face to drop.

“Hey, babydoll. Been missing you,” he says, trying to distract you from his drained state. 

You just shake your head and hold his face in your hands, a gesture which makes him visibly relax and drop the suave act he was putting on. 

“Tough day?” you ask, though you already know the answer to that. From the fact that you hardly saw Ace all “day”, for lack of better terms, you figured he was marathoning trials.

“Eh, what can I say? I was clearly someone’s favorite,” he shrugs, nonchalantly. “But hey, let’s not think about that. Right now, let's think about you, me, and a nice hour or so alone. What do ya say?”

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You honestly can’t think of a better way to unwind than snuggling up with Ace by the lake. Despite how comfortable you are with your head on his chest and seeing a look of content on his face, you can’t help but think about another way to help the older man relax. Then again, you don’t want to ruin the wholesome mood and the thought does seem rather out of character for you. 

“Yeah, this is just what the doctor ordered,” Ace sighs before glancing down at you. Confusion takes over however, as he sees your conflicting face. “You okay, Y/N?”

You meet his gaze and your face quickly grows warm before looking away. Your fingers fidget with the fabric of his undershirt as you try to put together what you want to say.

“Um, well…I don’t know. I-It’s nothing,” you attempt to assure him that everything is fine, but he clearly isn’t buying it.

“Hey, you know you can tell me anything, angel,” he moves the hand that was resting behind his head to hold your hand that was playing with his shirt. “Come on, what’s up?”

You look back to his face and see how soft his expression has become. You sigh and turn your attention to his hand holding yours. You certainly aren’t going to look him in the eyes when you make your proposal.

“I guess…I just have another idea to…help you relax?” you cringe. Oh how you wish you were less awkward with things like that. 

“Oh really?” Ace asks, intrigued. He lets go of your hand to tilt your head up to look at him. Of course he wants to see your face for this. “And what might that be, hm?”

“W-well… it might be better if I…showed you,” you then move slowly and carefully to straddle his waist, resulting in him giving you a sly smirk. “Is…is this okay?”

“You’re the doctor, here, baby,” the older man wastes no time with grabbing your waist, with one of them threatening to move lower. “You know what’s good for me.”

God, it’s all enough to soak your panties, but this is all about Ace, so you lean down and kiss him. That doesn’t stop you from rocking your hips back and forth though, especially as he works his tongue into your mouth. Even when you pull away for a quick breather, you quickly move to leave a trail of kisses along his jaw and neck, getting lower and lower. 

He can’t help but chuckle at the initiative you’re taking, still as shy as ever but he still feels proud at your taste of confidence. It was funny since you could handle trials like they’re nothing, yet when it’s just you and him during moments like this, you turn into a stuttering mess. Despite that, he certainly isn’t going to stop encouraging you with taking the reins, even if it’s only slightly.

Once you reach his abdomen, you push his undershirt up and trace your fingers over his skin before fiddling with his belt. While you fidget with it, another dirty thought enters your head making you audibly whine. 

“Aww, are we getting eager already?” Ace props himself up on his forearms to get a better look at you.

“Well…,” you breathe. “This is about making you feel better, so…you should be able to use my mouth however you like.”

While this isn’t the first time you’ve had his dick in your mouth, he’s never really fuck your mouth before. With your dirty mind though, the idea just sound so fucking good. Besides, it would definitely make him feel better.

“Really? You want daddy to fuck your mouth, huh?” he purrs.

“Y-Yeah,” you mumble, your eyes not leaving the belt that you had just undone. 

“Well, if that’s what you think is best, then let’s go ahead with the procedure, ‘doc’.”

You nod before undoing his fly and taking his cock out. You can’t help but wet your lips at the sight of it, before leaning down to drag your tongue up the shaft. Ace allows you to lick away at his member for a little bit, but soon rest his hand on the back of your head. You quickly move to wrap your lips around the leaking tip and look up at him through your eyelashes, silently giving him his green light.

To your slight surprise, he doesn’t start out rough. Instead, he slowly moves your head up and down his dick, getting a feel of things. The pace has you ensnared with anticipation for him to go faster because you know eventually he will. The thrill of it, on top of the pleasant sighs and breaths that escape Ace’s lips, go straight to your cunt.

“Yeah…that’s it. Always knowing just what daddy needs,” he exhales before suddenly slamming your head all the way down his cock. You let out a muffled moan in surprise and feel your pussy clench around nothing. 

That is the turning point that you were waiting for. Ace figured you were probably prepped enough, so why not pick up the pace? It’s rough and brutal, every time he slams into the back of your throat makes tears prickle in the corner of your eyes and saliva seep past your sealed lips. And honestly, you only get more and more turned on by it all.

Just as you are about to reach your hand under your skirt to help relieve that ache in between your legs though, Ace pulls you off of his dick causing you to whine in confusion. I mean, sure a little break sounds nice, but you feel more frustrated than anything.

“Shit, am I going to rough for you?” he asks, noticing the tears streaming down your cheeks and how out of breath you sound.

“What? N-No, not at all,” you pant, wiping your face. You take a couple more deep breaths and compose yourself before speaking again. “I’m enjoying this too. I-I want you to continue. Please, I…I want your cum down my throat”

You feel way to fucked out at this point to feel embarrassed by your confession. All you do feel like doing is giving the older man the best puppy dog eyes you can muster and moving your head back down to lick the tip of his member. Ace lets out a hiss and tightens his grip on your hair from your actions.

“Hah…you’re gonna be the death of me, angel,” he chuckles and nudges your head closer to his dick. 

With that, you eagerly wrap your lips around him once more and he resumes the harsh pace he had before. Your hand can also complete its mission of granting you a bit of relief as it is able to move under your skirt and push your damp panties to the side. The feeling of your index and middle finger gliding through your slick fold makes you shudder and moan around the gambler’s cock.

“Aah…hah, you keep doing that, and you’ll get your wish granted for sure,” Ace groans and rolls his head back.

You take this as motivation and know exactly what to do to drive him crazy. You move your finger to stroke your clit, making you moan and whimper even more. 

“Fuck! Mm I knew you’d like the sound of that. Who kn-ah knew a sweet lil’ thing like you could be so dirty,” that’s when you feel the slightest twitch of his cock against your tongue. God, he is so close and that just thrills you even more. “O-oh…! Heh, you just love being used, huh? Just like being daddy’s favorite sex toy, right?”

If you could nod, you would, but instead you answer with what you’ve been giving him before: your muffled noises and willing mouth.

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it! Oh fuck! Fuck!”

Your mouth floods with Ace’s cum and you try to swallow as much of it as possible, but it’s not an easy feat from just how much of it there was. What you can’t get down drips past your sealed lips just like your spit. It’s all overwhelming enough for you to pull your hand away from your wet cunt to grab his thigh as a brace.

Once he comes down from his high, he pulls you off of him and pulls you both to sit up. He then tries to gently wipe your face as clean as he can get it.

“There we go. Good as new,” he smiles and kisses your lips tenderly, something which you eagerly return.

“Do you feel better now?” you ask when you two pull away. Ace laughs before placing another kiss to your forehead.

“Oh yeah. That fixed me up real nice,” suddenly, he grabs your hips and pulls you closer to him. “But unfortunately, doc, I don’t think I got the money to pay you. You need a reward though, and I think we can work something out.”

“O-Oh, well…you really don’t have too. This was all about you,” you stutter despite your body crying for its canceled release.

“Really?” he drawls and places open mouth kisses along your neck. “So that little pussy of yours doesn’t need any attention? Come on, sweetheart, I saw that hand of yours under your skirt.”

To prove his point, he too snakes his hand underneath the soft fabric. When his fingers meet your soaked lips he hums in amusement.

“Oh yeah, my babydoll needs something all right,” he smirks and slips his index and middle finger inside of you, making you gasp. You then grasp at his jacket and pant while he pumps his digits. “Hmm, let me think….Oh, I think I know.”

“W-What?” you whine, but then give him a frustrated huff as he pulls his fingers out of you.

“I’m thinking about treating you to a nice seat right…here,” he then raises his hands to motion at his face. 

“Oh,” is all you can squeak out as a response, but Ace can tell you love the idea.

“That sounds good, doesn’t it, angel?” he purrs and plays with the waistband of your panties before pulling them down, indicating that he wants you to take them off. You nod your head eagerly and awkwardly remove the fabric due to your position. “Mhmm, I thought so. Now then, let’s get comfy again.”

With that, he lays back down and casually rests his hands behind his head, waiting for you to get into position. You slowly and carefully move yourself up his body until you’re eventually hovering above his face. 

“Uh…is this ok-ah!” you get cut off as Ace pulls you down and your pussy collides with his mouth. He wastes no time licking away at you, his hands now gripping your thighs next to his face like a vice, making loud, shaky moans tumble from your lips.

“A-Ah! A-Ace, slow down-hah!” you cry out, but still grind yourself against his face. God, you’re already so close to cumming and you only seem to inch closer each time his nose brushes your clit. 

In response to your plea, the older man hums before latching his lips around your sensitive bud and sucks on it hard. You wail out in pleasure and almost double over. Your hands scramble to grab anything as a brace, one settling on Ace’s hair and the other grasping at the dead grass underneath you two. 

Your new hunched position makes it a little hard for him to breathe, but truthfully he couldn’t care less; he’ll happily suffocate between your legs as long as it means he gets to taste you. This thought makes him release your clit from his mouth, opting to now fuck you with his tongue instead. That doesn’t mean the bundle of nerves in between your legs gets a break though, as he lets go of one of your thighs to stroke it with his thumb.

This is what ultimately does you in, as you cry and your thighs tremble from his actions. All it takes is three more strokes of his thumb before your release washes over you, your sobs of pleasure echoing off of the trees around you. Ace slips his tongue out of you and places kisses along your wet slit and his hands massage your thighs as he waits for you to come back down to Earth. 

Once you get your bearings, you shakily move off of him to sit and continue to catch your breath. Ace props himself on his forearms to flash you an amused grin, licking your slick from his lips and wiping the rest off with his sleeve.

“Whew! God, you are perfect,” he muses, making you laugh shyly. He then scoots closer to you and wraps an arm around you, embracing you at his side before peppering the top of your head with kisses. You can’t help but giggle at this and bury your face into his neck, a pleasant sigh leaving your lips.

“I love you,” you whisper as you nuzzle into him.

Ace gives you a smile and looks down at you. No, he may not think he is good enough for you, but you clearly think he is. And that is all that this old gambler needs. 

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

[the-bugs-under-ur-skin]

Yandere Aubrey, Sunny, and Mari Reacting to Their S/O Falling Asleep on Them HCs- Omori

sorry for posting at such an awkward hour... i’m super tired so i hope these don’t sound like gibberish!!

[yandere Sunny x reader]

-Sunny is a sleepy guy, so if you’re tired he’ll probably get tired, too

-especially if it’s been a tiring day and you two finally just get a moment to sit and relax; then i’d be surprised that you even managed to fall asleep before him

-but if Sunny is alert and you accidentally fall asleep on him, it might initially shock him

-he’s used to being alone and most of the time you’ve just been in his dreams, so it’s understandable why he’s a little startled when you rest on him

-but he puts on a damn good poker face, he looks like he barely even noticed you’re on him

-but he does, and he really can’t get enough of the closeness

-for every second he’s awake, he’s just staring and nothing else

-no speaking, no touching, just intensely staring

-but he’ll still probably end up falling asleep on you, even if he just woke up from the longest and most energizing nap of his life

-he can’t help it, seeing you so calm makes him calm

-you and Sunny resting on each other feels so nice to Sunny that it makes him want to fall asleep with you more often

[yandere Aubrey x reader]

-Aubrey would hope you aren’t messing with her and you’re actually asleep because she’s gonna be pretty pissed if you’re pulling a prank on her

-but she’d only be upset because you saw her flustered

-it’s not like she minds if you rest on her, though

-but you’d think she’s upset from how alert and stiff she is

-she wants to pretend like the only reason she can’t relax is because she wants to protect you from anyone who comes near you while sleeping, but when it’s just the two of you watching and she acts the same way it’s pretty obvious she’s just nervous

-she doesn’t want to wake you up, but at the same time she doesn’t know if she should wrap an arm around you or something

-since she can’t fall asleep around you she’ll probably just take the chance to stare at you

-either you’d wake up and catch her staring at you- which would make her deny even noticing you were asleep

-or she’d get so relaxed just by looking at you that she accidentally falls asleep

-Aubrey might try to act all tough, but she really does love it when you trust her enough to fall asleep around her

-she’ll like it so much that she’ll just offer her shoulder when you even yawn so it doesn’t look like she’s asking for affection and instead doing you a favor

[yandere Mari x reader]

-Mari does the same to you all the time, she def doesn’t mind if you do it to her

-she probably rested on your shoulder during your first date tbh

-when you do it, she’ll probably be shocked for a second before silently squealing from how cute you are

-i could honestly see her having to hold back cuteness aggression, she definitely wants to just hug you as tight as humanly possible

-she’s very pleased when you fall asleep on her, she’s probably read up on data about falling asleep around people you love

-honestly i wouldn’t be surprised if she told you about those articles after you woke up just to tease you

-but she obviously loves it, and probably pretends to be sleepy too just to rest against you too

-definitely will scold someone for being too loud

-she also snuck a picture or two of the two of you, i’m talking a full cheesy selfie and everything

-might post it, might not; she’s stuck between wanting people to know how much you love each other and also not wanting people to see you sleeping

-Mari loves affection between you two, especially something as soft as falling asleep around each other

-so if you don’t fall asleep on her after every date, she’ll just pretend to fall asleep on you instead 

[midnightshard06]

Flufftober Day 11

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50489362/chapters/128240896

Summary: Tails attempts to sneak mints into the resistance base and is caught by Silver. Metal meanwhile is just confused.

Pairing: None

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~750 words

AN: Takes place in my Heart of a Hero au

@flufftober

Metal tilted his head as Tails attempted to sneak back into the resistance base. Part of him wanted to stop the fox but he was mostly just confused. Instead of doing anything he just continued to sit on the bean bag chair where he’d been. With a yelp Tails was snagged by a blue energy, one that Metal instantly recognized as Silver’s psychokinesis. Now he was even more confused.

Silver walked into the main room of the resistance base with Tails still in the air. The two looked at each other but didn’t say anything and Metal was just starting to feel like there was something he was missing here. After a while of the two just staring at each other Silver sighed. “How many?”

How… many? Was Tails smuggling something into the base? If so why? Was it something bad? Tails looked away, definitely looking like he didn’t want to say anything. “... five.” The fox finally conceded. 

Silver held out a hand and put Tails down. “Hand them over.”

Tails’ eyes darted around, perhaps looking for a way out before sighing and putting five containers of… something in Silver’s outstretched hand. Alright, enough of this. He was going to figure out what was going on. As he walked over he heard Silver mutter under his breath. “I don’t even know how you keep getting these things…”

Metal waved to get the two’s attention. ‘Can I ask what the heck is going on here?’ He signed once he had their attention.

“Tails was trying to sneak in mints again.” Silver explained that it was the most normal thing in the world. Metal stared before gesturing for Silver to explain further. “Oh right, he hasn’t tried that since you’ve been with us. Tails is somehow really good at getting his hands on mints. He also is bad at controlling how many he eats.” Silver side eyed Tails who did his best to look innocent. It wasn’t really working, the fox had little to no poker face. “So since I’ve been with him I try and take them from him and make sure his mint intake is more… controlled.”

‘That is… not what I was expecting him to be sneaking in really’ Metal said honestly. For Tails to be acting like that he’d expected much worse.

“What were you expecting me to have?” Tails looked at him, curious.

‘No clue just not… mints’ Metal shrugged.

“It really is a problem for him.” Silver sighed. “And now that you know about it you can help me make sure he doesn’t sneak any behind my back.”

Metal looked between Silver and Tails. Silver was giving him a serious expression while Tails looked hopeful. The fox was probably thinking that Metal would side with him but well, he was wrong. He looked at Silver and nodded. ‘You got it’

Tails slumped and his ears drooped while Silver smiled and nodded. “Thank you. With two of us we might just beat his addiction yet.”

“Having someone else to get around will only slow me down, not stop me.” Tails straightened back up. “I just have to get more clever about how I sneak them in.” He muttered, probably not expecting them to hear him. Metal decided not to say anything.

“Right…” Silver shook his head. “Well I’m gonna go hide these. Could you watch him Metal? I don’t want him trying to follow me to see where I put them.” Metal gave him a nod and Silver was off. Thankfully Tails didn’t try to follow.

The two stood there in awkward silence before Metal decided to break it, or well break it as best he could. ‘I have to ask… what does mint even taste like?’

Tails perked up at the question. “Well I guess it’s kinda sweet and leaves your mouth feeling all cool.” Tails tapped his chin before seeming to realize something. “Wait, does that make sense? I don’t know if you can understand the concept of taste because…” Tails stiffly gestured to all of Metal.

Metal tilted his head. ‘I can understand it yeah. I wouldn’t have asked if I couldn’t’ While Metal couldn’t explain why, which was becoming far more common than he’d like it to be, he knew what tastes were. He just couldn’t recall a mint flavor. He’d heard of it sure, but that didn’t mean he knew the taste.

“Oh.” Tails just nodded. “I guess that makes sense. Sorry.”

Metal waved the apology off. ‘Don’t worry about it. What you assumed was reasonable’ He paused. ‘Thanks for telling me’

Tails smiled at him. “You’re welcome.”

[oyasuminto]

Soft Hours, part 2! what would the LI's + Wren's reaction be if you called them at like 2 am purely because you wanted to hear their voice? - 🌸 (I also just want to say I love your writing, you give off chill older sister vibes to me n that's great :)!! )

I mean, I do have younger half-siblings, so that checks out asdfghgfds

also, i'll just do the human LIs for this, because Black Wolf and Great Hawk definitely don't have cellphones

Alex

You hear them chuckle tiredly, making a joke about how you could hear their voice all the time if you just joined them in their bed, it's so cold being all alone in their big empty room without their favorite person in the world.

They're happy to indulge you, rambling about nothing and everything, telling you stories about their childhood and their seemingly endless amount of siblings. Alex eventually falls asleep with the phone against their ear.

Avery

If Avery loves you enough, they might humor you, but that's a big might. They're a very busy person, dear, they need their sleep, as do you. You wouldn't want that pretty face of yours marred with dark circles, would you?

When you explain that you just want to hear their voice, they're a little more willing. You're really wrapped around their finger, aren't you? Anything they say is said in a deep, smoky tone, thicker than their usual 'awake' voice.

Eden

You're the only person who calls Eden, and they're such a light sleeper that the buzz of their cheap flip-phone wakes them up immediately. They grumble about how you should just stay at the cabin full time, it'd be so much more convenient.

Still, they like the idea that you're so reliant on them that you need to hear their voice. It makes them feel secure, wanted, needed, useful. You're loyal to them, you should really come home to them, and be their beloved spouse.

Kylar

They are completely ecstatic. You called them!! You want to hear their voice!! You love them so, so much!! Honestly, they might just suggest coming over to the orphanage, wouldn't it be better to have their actual voice?

Regardless, they immediately start talking non-stop—about school, about how much they love you, about their ever-growing list of baby names, and the boundless love they have for you and your future children.

Robin

It takes them a while to wake up, their voice low and groggy from the residual tiredness. Your request makes them giggle, and they point out that you could just sneak into their room to cuddle, but they can’t blame you for fearing Bailey’s wrath.

Robin tells you about their day, all the moments that they hadn’t had enough time to bring up earlier, and about the video games they’re saving up for. They don’t care about losing sleep, it’s worth it to hear you laugh.

Sydney

Let’s be real, they’re probably already awake, pouring over homework, studying for an upcoming test, or staying late at the temple to help out. They lightly chastise you for being awake, but you can hear the fluster (or smugness) in their voice.

They simply let their thoughts flow; you get to hear all about the subject they’re studying, the chores they’re doing, the latest temple gossip, Jordan telling them off for not getting enough sleep. Sometimes they’ll go quiet, focusing on the task at hand.

Whitney

You’re getting mercilessly teased for this—after getting grumbled at for waking them up so fucking early. They tell you the only way you’re gonna get what you want is phone sex. Making them cum is the least you can do.

So yes, they will let you hear their voice, but Whitney’s lazily jacking off as they talk about fucking you stupid. They’ll demand photos afterward, of your hand coated in slick or cum.

Wren

They’re in the middle of a poker game, but it’s fine, they can multitask, especially when you have such a cute reason for calling them. Aww, you really can’t sleep without the sound of their voice? Sounds like someone‘s getting attached~

Wren gives you a play-by-play of the game, relaying any entertaining comments you make, and making all their friends say hi to you. They do an impressive job of keeping up with all the conversations going on, but yours and theirs is Wren’s priority.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑆𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings/Disclaimer: NSFW content/Older Ateez but age differences is written withing legal boundaries. Also mentions of infidelity (which I don't condone, justify nor encourage), corruption kink and loss of virginity.

A/N: Also, Yeosang's reaction is a sneak peek at the Dilf! Fic in my w.i.p.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

It all started as a way to get a passing grade for the semester, but soon became a mission to get inside your professor's pants. You still remembered the unamused gaze he gave you when you first suggested you 'help' him out.

"Nice try Miss Y/N.... but perhaps instead of wasting time behind the bleachers sucking off the jocks' cocks, maybe dip your head instead into your books and study for once."

You couldn't believe he'd actually reject you. No man had ever rejected you, they always fell to your charms. Professor Kim was about to become your biggest challenge yet and you didn't mind. Besides, something about fucking an older man had you pulling out your trusted vibrator out so many times during the night. Kim Hongjoong was just so fucking hot and you desperately wanted him, even if for one night.

"Please Mr. Kim..... you know they say I give the best blow jobs here." You tried yet again one day when everyone else left.

"They? You mean horny 20 something year olds who bust a nut by just a booby pic?"

For the first time, his poker face finally had an expression in the form of a smirk.

"Honey, you're going to have to try a lot harder than that. I've had my cock sucked by countless women in all my years. Besides..."

Leaning closer to you, he reached a hand out so his thumb could graze across your bottom lip.

"What makes you think a pretty young thing like you can take a mature cock like mine? You've probably never even had one half the size of mine."

You let out an involuntary moan as you pictured just how well endowed your teacher was. Looking down, you noticed the obvious bulge he was donning and you wanted nothing more than to pull him out and suck him dry. It seemed he noticed since he sat back down on his chair. Gesturing for you to come over, you practically hopped over to him, letting him guide you on your knees as he began to take himself out.

"But do knock yourself out. I'm kinda curious to see what the newer generations do nowadays."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Others would have complained and would be annoyed by the fact their new neighbors would have almost daily fights between them, typical marital disputes. But not you, you didn't mind hearing their screaming that was clearly heard through the walls. Especially since more often than not their fights would end in rough, angry sex that had you touching yourself at nights, a guilty pleasure you always looked forward to.

And you had been eyeing the husband from the moment the couple moved in. Park Seonghwa was everything you looked for in a man and even more. Handsome, mature, tall, well sculpted, responsible, sexy as hell and you knew for a fact he could definitely fuck. One day you knocked over at their door to give them one of them many pastries you'd often bake for your neighbors in the building.

"You know Mr. Park....if you ever get too frustrated with your wife....my door is always open." You boldly offered him.

He looked at you in shock but you sent him a reassuring wink before walking back to your apartment, making sure to sway your hips so he could have the image engraved in his mind. And boy did you rile him up. Now he couldn't stop thinking about you. You're all he had in his head. Now whenever he'd fight, he'd storm out and you'd welcome him, proud to get what his wife wasn't getting anymore. And you were hell bent on making sure you'd keep him to yourself.

"Cum inside me....fill me up." You told him one day.

He was so lost in his lust for you he didn't think he'd hear you correctly. Giggling, you flipped the position so you were now on top of him, bouncing yourself on his enormous cock.

"I'll give you what your wife won't give you. Knock me up with your babies, fill me to the brim. I wanna carry your kids in me." You ran your hands down your chest and placed them on top of your stomach to get your point further across.

Seonghwa was going wild by this point. He had wanted to become a father for so long but his narcissistic and conceited wife would not budge. Yet here you were offering him the one thing he wanted and he couldn't resist. Sitting up, he began pounding up into you with more intensity, sending you crying his name over and over again as his teeth began to mark your neck.

"Oh I'll make sure to knock you up babygirl. Gonna fuck my kids into you...fuck! You're going to look even more pretty carrying my baby in you."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yours and Yunho's relationship was rather.... unconventional to say the least. He ended up becoming your sugar daddy after you had auctioned off your virginity online cause you were a broke college student and you honestly didn't give a damn at that point. But it was you who were in for a surprise when you met him in the hotel room and he just handed you the money without wanting anything in return.

"Just take it and don't give away something so valuable away like that."

You were so stunned by his behavior and it honestly sent some weird feeling inside you.

"But what if I wanna give it away?" You asked before he could open the door to leave. He let out a deep sigh.

"Trust me, you don't." He insisted.

Biting your lip, you took in his height and built. You weren't going to lie and pretend you didn't size him up from the moment you saw him. He probably had a monster cock that could tear you apart and part of you wanted that. Plus he was probably experienced in making love to someone so why not?

"If it's with you I really do..."

He whipped his back at your words, about to scold you but his words got caught in his mouth when you began to strip in front of him before laying down on the bed, legs spread for him and anxiously waiting for him to touch you. He couldn't resist himself. He ended up pining your tiny and virgin body under him, tearing your hymen apart and claiming you as his. He made sure you were in no pain and he had you cumming more than once. You could say it was an amazing first time.

You spent the rest of the night talking, and you ended up spilling about your economic situation. Perhaps it was pity, perhaps he was high on having taking your virginity, or perhaps he truly felt something for you. Either way you agreed to be his sugar baby, and you don't regret it one bit. Not when you get to have his monster cock in you, and he's not complaining either when he gets to stuff himself in you.

"Fuck! You're still so damn tight my little one... just like the first time."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

He tried to ignore the sound of the shower right behind the door he was leaning in. He had to. He shouldn't try to imagine what was going on in there. But as his eyes closed, he couldn't stop picturing your naked body glistening as the water cascaded down your skin. His hand grazed over his erection, wondering if perhaps you were doing something similar.

Before he knew what he was doing, he slowly and quietly opened the door, the hot steam fogging up the glass doors to the shower but he could still make out your beautiful and young figure. He witnessed as your hand played with your clit, dipping inside your folds as tiny gasps and pants escaped your lips.

"Mr. Kang...." Hearing you murmur his name sent any self-control he had out the window.

He began to strip himself out of his clothes, very slowly and in silence so as to not disturb you. Besides you looked so pretty as you touched yourself, trying to get yourself off at the thought of him. Without taking his eyes off you, he slid the glass door and soon stood behind you in the luxurious and spacious shower. You jumped slightly when you felt familiar hands wrap themselves around your waist, fingertips digging into you. You could never forget his touch, you remembered how those hands felt when they once caught you and saved you from a nasty fall.

You knew it wasn't a dream or fantasy when you felt lips pressing open mouth kisses against the side of your neck and traveled down to your shoulders. You moved your hand away to allow the person behind you to take control, his long and slender fingers finally making your darkest fantasies come true as they penetrated inside you, moving back and forth in an effort to bring you into an orgasm.

Kang Yeosang's deep and husky voice breathed into your ear, sending shivers down your body.

"You don't know how long I've lusted after you..."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

With Choi San it wasn't you seducing him. It was letting him seduce you. Ever since he saw you walk in with your short skirt, applying for a part time job at his bookstore, he had been wanting you, craved your body. And honestly... you fed him in his game.

You would wear even shorter skirts, bending down right in front of him so he could get a glimpse at your scantily clad pussy. Or you'd constantly ask him for help in putting away some of the books that went on higher shelves just so he'd put his hands around you, which he'd often keep there longer than needed. And you loved it.

One day he had been frustrated by you past his limit. Throwing away all decorum, he came up behind you as you arranged some books. You let out a gasp when you felt his hands grope your breasts.

"I've been working you too hard my darling... maybe I should let you take a little break?" You became putty in his hands when he used his satoori tone with you.

You didn't stop him when he lifted your shirt up to your neck, nor when he pulled your breasts out from your bra cups. You just moaned with no shame as his fingers tweaked and pinched at your highly sensitive nipples.

"Fuck you have really soft and squishy boobs. It's like they were made for my hands."

Snaking one hand under your skirt, he was surprised to not only find out that you were practically dripping for him but you were not wearing any underwear that day.

"Shit darling, did you came here hoping I would fuck you?"

You threw your head back as he cupped your heat, rubbing at your clit.

"Yes! Please fuck me Mr. Choi! W-wanna get fucked by you." You begged him, pushing your ass behind you to grind against his very obvious bulge.

He was more than satisfied by your answer. Finally getting your consent, he no longer had to hold back. Freeing his cock which was leaking at the tip, he pushed your skirt up to expose your ass cheeks. Giving each of them a few slaps with his cock, he teased you as he rubbed his bulbous tip along your slit.

"Now my little apprentice, I'm going to show you how a real man fucks a little cunt like yours."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Spotting exactly what you were hoping to find for the night, you approached the older male and sat in front of him. Giving you a little glance, he furrowed his eyebrows as he took in your countenance.

"Aren't you a little young to be in a club like this?" He questioned you.

"Trust me, I'm old enough." You boldly took the glass he had in front of him and took a sip before setting it back down.

He let out a tiny chuckle as you practically drowned almost an entire glass of straight vodka. You had guts, he was giving you that.

"Little lady I'm sure there are more young men your age scattered about waiting for a beauty like you to pay attention to them. So why not go find them?" He suggested.

You frowned at him, a tiny huff coming out from your lips.

"Guys my age are all idiots and little babies. Absolutely nothing fun about them."

You scooted closer to him, your hand coming down to rub at one of his ridiculous thick thighs.

"I prefer men who are more older and..... bigger." You made emphasis on that last word.

The male snorted as he let you continue your little game. He was actually pretty amused and flattered at having a young and attractive girl hit on him.

"Little lady as much as I'd love to take you back to my place and fuck you into my sheets, I'm warning you that I'm into more.... risque and exotic pleasures and honestly....I don't think an inexperienced thing like you could handle it."

The man, whom you soon found out was named Song Mingi peeked your interest even more as he confided in you that little detail. And you were more than happy to indulge in extremely naughty kinks. That's how you ended up in his bed, your hands and feet tied to each of the bed posts, blindfolded, gagged, nipple clamps adorning your perky breasts as your older lover for the night was continuing his abuse on your swollen and red pussy, drawing out orgasm after orgasm out of your body.

"Fuck! Holy shit!" He cried out, grunting in an almost animalistic manner as he pumped his cum all over your body.

Removing your blindfold and mouth gag, he looked for any signs of regret but was instead met with your fucked out face that held a tiny grin.

"Older and bigger cocks are indeed the best."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Working as an exotic dancer, you met a lot of customers and got used to having regulars. But no one got under your skin or made you lose your senses like Jung Wooyoung. Usually you didn't give any special treatment to anyone unless it guaranteed more cash in your garter belt. But there was something about him that had you constantly looking over when he was there. Every time he was watching from the crowd, you made sure every wink, every lip bite or swirl of your tongue was directed at him.

You were thinking about giving up, since weeks passed and he didn't seem to make a move on you or on any of the other girls. Perhaps he was dragged there by his friends since he always sat there idly, no expression whatsoever. When you were told someone payed to have a private show with you, the last person you expected to see was none other than Jung Wooyoung himself, sitting on the couch, a glass of wine on his hand. Pulling out a large bill, he smirked at you.

"One hundred dollars if you take off that top."

His request had your legs wobbling. Since it was a rather fancy and elegant strip club, none of you ever actually stripped completely bare, only staying in scanty lingerie. But honestly, you didn't hesitate and let the top fall to the floor. You loved the way Wooyoung was eyeing your chest, tongue poking out to wet his lip. Reaching into his pocket once more, this time he produced even more bills and layed them on the table.

"500 dollars if you remove that lace thong."

Holy crap, you thought to yourself. That was a lot of money that you weren't going to refuse. And besides, you were already wet for the older man that you would suck him off right then and there if he asked you to, with absolutely no payment. This time his hand began to rub at his crotch. Unzipping his pants, he took his long length out which had your mouth watering and staring for so long that you didn't notice the even larger stash of cash he had taken out of his jacket which layed beside him.

"One thousand dollars if you hop your pretty ass over here and bounce yourself on my cock."

Not needing to be told twice, you practically plunged yourself down on him, not caring to take your time as you began to fuck yourself on his cock. The man underneath you was enjoying himself as well, the visual of your ass clapping against his hips driving him insane.

"Fuck! Yes! Just like that- oh god!"

You let out a yelp when his hand came down to slap your cheeks rather harshly, hips taking control as he rammed his cock into you. Through raspy grunts and growls, he made his final proposition to you:

"Your own place, monthly allowance and anything else you want if you leave this place and become my own personal fuck toy."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Working as the personal assistant for your father's CEO friend was not easy. Not because Choi Jongho was difficult, scary and begrudgingly agreed to have his friend's daughter work for him when she had no experience, but because the man was hot. You had the hots for your dad's friend and knowing you would have to be by his side for 8-10 hours on the daily both thrilled and terrified you.

"Can't you even work a simple printer? Seriously? How stupid could you possibly be?"

You honestly didn't mind his constant insults and degradation. In fact...that's exactly what you wanted, even more if he did it in front of others. Truth was, you did know how to work a printer and do other office related small tasks. You just chose not to just to have him yell and scream at you. His anger further fueled your sexual desires for him.

Eventually he ended up finding out what your little plan was when he chanced upon you sending a fax for someone, something he had always refrained from teaching you cause he thought you'd be too stupid to do.

"Why you cunning little vixen." He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he saw you, angry that a little brat like you was getting under his skin just to get a reaction out of him. He felt his palm start to tremble with an urge to bend you over and spank you into place.

Which he did end up doing, among other things in an effort to get you to behave or straighten up. But it never fully worked since you kept testing his patience, and he truly didn't mind. He liked your little game and he started to look forward to having his little vixen misbehave just to put her back in her place. And you lived for having him punish and degrade you.

"Look at you. You look like a common whore, letting me fuck her little hole as much as I want to."

You whimpered as his hand pulled your hair, making you lift your head and watch from the mirror as he fucked you from behind against his dresser.

"Maybe I should take a picture and send it to your dad. Let him know that his precious daughter is nothing more than a slut that likes getting her tight little hole fucked by his best friend."

You shook at his words, tears steaming down your face from the overstimulation he was putting you through. You absolutely loved it. Loved having him remind you of how wrong and sinful it was. Pressing your back against his chest, he wrapped an arm around your throat as he pounded his cock into you like the beast he was.

"But no... I won't do that. This will be our little secret."

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[colormeyondublue]

First fic ever! Honest feedback time!

This is my first ever fan fiction and I want your complete honesty. If you love it, great! If you hate it, that’s totally fine! If you have any tips or suggestions for a first time writer let me know!

Secrets: Yondu x Reader

A/u where Yondu survived Ego, and the guardians are still aboard the quadrant....

For a couple months now, Mantis could tell something was wrong with her best friend. You were always so cheery and up-beat. You would never tell her what was bothering you, no matter how much she asked. This was completely unlike you because you always told Mantis everything. She wanted to know what was making you feel and act so weary and tired. You seemed so stressed and the others started to notice too. Anytime someone would ask what was bothering you, you would just shrug it off and make something up. But the excuses were getting old.

“Come on y/n, I bet you would feel so much better if you just got it off your chest.” Peter poked you in the side as he bugged you about it for what felt like the millionth time. “Plus, I’m just super curious now. You’ve been sulking for weeks.”

“Just leave me alone Peter!” You snapped. You winced at your words and then took a deep breath. He was just trying to help. It’s not his fault you felt this way. “Look, I’m sorry. I’m just dealing with something personal right now, and I would prefer to do it on my own.”

You heard those signature clunking boots come through the doorway behind you, “Do what on yer own?” Yondu asked with his hands on his hips and a quizzical look on his face.

Yondu and Kraglin were still hanging out on the Quadrant with the Guardians since the events with Ego. They were in the process of getting a new ship and a new crew after Yondu blew their old crew to all hell.

“Nothing. It’s absolutely nothing, Yondu.” You were irritated. Yondu was the one person you didn’t want to push away, but you felt like you had no other choice. You tried to push past him and leave the room, but his large hand caught your shoulder.

He looked you dead in the face, and you turned your eyes from him. You couldn’t keep your knees in check if you caught those crimson eyes for too long. His voice was low, “Hey, we don’t do solo missions and we don’t work alone. Ya got something ya have to do, ya take someone with ya. Ya already know that.”

“This isn’t about some mission.” You kept your stare at the floor between your feet as you continued. “I’m not going anywhere, just - leave me alone.” You pulled your shoulder away and quickly returned to your bunk.

You walked into the cabin that you and Mantis shared, throwing yourself onto the bottom bunk in a huff. You let out a long sigh with your face in the pillow. You were too emotional to think straight. You’ve never felt so many conflicting emotions at once and it was driving you insane! If you didn’t vent soon, you’d explode. Nervousness, happiness, guilt...the list goes on. Nervous, because Yondu gives you butterflies to which the likes couldn’t be described. Happy, because you get to spend every single day around him...but on the other hand you feel guilty because you don’t want to put anyone in a weird position. He’s Basically Peter and Kraglin’s dad! His age didn’t bother you one bit, but you certainly didn’t want to ruin any family dynamics going on around the ship. You could accept the truth in your head, but saying it out loud was a whole other matter. The truth was, you had fallen in love. Stupid, annoying, nerve wracking, inconvenient, love. Everything about this situation was so messed up.

Part of you wanted to just give in and fall straight into the arms of the man you’d fallen for. The other half of you was screaming at you to keep your mouth shut. So far, the screaming side of you has been winning. You honestly didn’t think he would return your feelings, and you genuinely thought he was way out of your league. He was brave, strong, smart, cunning, and downright gorgeous. You were short, clumsy, a little curvy, and the weakest of the team. The only thing you had going for you (and the only reason you were able to join the team) was your incredible shooting abilities. Back on Terra, you were super talented with firearms. The transition from guns to blasters wasn’t too bad. You knew Terran guns inside and out. You were definitely a good shot, and you weren’t afraid of anything - except maybe your feelings for the Centaurian on board. Over your time with the guardians you got really good with intergalactic weapons, with some help from Rocket of course.

“Y/n..........Y/N!”

You jumped out of your thoughts, sat up in your bunk and looked frantically at Mantis who was eagerly trying to get your attention. “Are you okay?” She asked with a curious, yet concerned, expression on her face.

“Ugh, yes, Mantis. I’m fine. For the thousandth time, I’m just fine.”

“I don’t believe you. Something is wrong, and you leave me no choice. You mean a great deal to me, and I need to help. I am very sorry, but I feel I have to do this.”

Before you could get another word in, Mantis had her hands gripped around your wrist. Just as you began to pull away, her antennae glowed their bright yellow light and her eyes burst open to look at you.

“Mantis, please, you are my best friend in this entire galaxy. Probably in the entire universe - you cannot tell anyone!”

She stared at you, wide eyed. She couldn’t believe what she felt. So many emotions at once. It was such a surprise! Regardless, she was very excited for you.

“Y/n, this is so exciting! It is happy news. But, also confusing. You feel so many things. Why must this be a secret?”

“Because!” You shouted, a little louder than you intended. “Mantis, this isn’t what you think. If this gets around it could jeopardize the entire team. He may not feel the same way I do, and that would be a humiliating disaster. Look, if it helps, all you have to do is wait until Yondu and Kraglin are able to leave with their own ship and crew, and then once that happens you can shout it to the stars. Deal?”

A low, raspy voice travels through the doorway interrupting your conversation, “so, what happens when Kraglin and I get our own ship and leave?”

You and mantis snap your heads toward the door with nervous expressions. Yondu’s presence and voice sends a chill down your spine. Butterflies are bursting into a frenzy in your stomach. You both just stare at him, completely unsure of what to say.

“Well?!” He boomed. “Why ‘ave ya been acting so fidgety ‘round me lately? And wha’s sis ‘bout waiting fer me and Kraglin ta leave?”

Mantis looked at you, then back at Yondu, and back at you again. “Y/n, you know I care for you very much, and you are my best friend, but I think this is something you two need to talk about.” With that, she ducked past Yondu and fled the room.

You stood up and yelled at her as she ran, “THANKS BESTIE! I’LL GET RIGHT ON THAT!”

You turned to look at Yondu, who was still sporting that classic scowl he wears all the time.

“What?” You snapped. You seriously hated being so crass with him, but building walls was your specialty, and it was the only way to protect this weird little family you’d grown to love. If Yondu ever found out how you felt, it could all come crashing down. Not only could you lose him, but everyone else too.

He eyed you suspiciously, “Ya know, I only known you for a coupl’a months, and you don’t seem right. Mind tellin’ me what that’s ‘bout?”

“No.” You said flatly. “I have nothing to tell.” Heat was rising to your cheeks as you lied right through your teeth.

“Ya lyin’. You’s a bad liar ya know it?”

“I’m not lying.”

“Fine, if ya won’t tell me, I guess I’ll go pry the information I need outta poor little ol’ Mantis.”

“Leave her out of this! She doesn’t know anything.”

“Ah, so there is somethin’? I knew you was lyin’.”

You began to get defensive. “Yondu! UGH just stay out of it! I don’t need to tell you anything! I don’t want to tell you anything.”

Yondu turned his back on you as if he were going to leave. You felt a quick moment of relief until you heard the door slam shut and the bolt click into the door frame. Shit.

He turned to face you again, he took one large stride toward you, and now he was just inches from you. Those butterflies from earlier were trying to come up your throat, but it was getting so tight you could barely breathe. Your mouth was dry, and you swallowed hard to push them back down.

“Now, ya gonna tell me what I wanna know. Why’sit so important that Kraglin and I leave? You plannin’ somethin’?” His voice was intimidating and came out as a rumble. His words made you realize that, even after all this time with the Guardians, he still didn’t trust you completely.

You put on your best poker face and said, “No, I’m not planning something. Stop being paranoid. I would never hurt anyone on this team. Especially not you!” You froze at your last words. Damn it...maybe he won’t think too much into it.

His eyes blazed into yours for what felt like an eternity. You broke eye contact by rolling your eyes and scoffed, “Ugh - I don’t need this.” You tried to push past him and unlock the door, but it was no use. He caught your arm and pulled you back to him. His touch lit your entire body on fire.

“Ohhh ho, no ya don’t. You ain’t gettin’ outta this. Spill. Now. There ain’t no secrets on this ship.”

“But you aren’t the Captain here, Peter is.” You protested.

He shrugged and crossed his arms in front of his chest, “Okay, yer right. I’m not the Captain here. But I am the one you’ll hafta get pass’ to unlock the door.”

“You’re so infuriating! Why are you even on this?! Why is this so important to you?!” You could feel yourself getting more and more defensive.

“I don’t like secrets.” Yondu said matter of factly.

Of course he doesn’t, you thought to yourself. He just dealt with a pretty nasty mutiny a few months ago. With a deep breath you relaxed, “Look, all I’ll say is this: I am not planning anything, I am not going to hurt anyone, and you really don’t need to worry. I’m going through some personal stuff and, like I told Peter, I just want to deal with it on my own.”

He pondered your words for a moment. “Fine.”

“Fine?” You asked.

“Yep, fine.” He turned to unlock the door and walked out, leaving the door open behind him.

That was definitely weird. He let it go just like that. It wasn’t like him to just let stuff go. You decide to keep to yourself for the rest of the day, buried in your thoughts.

Yondu, however, was not done with this. He waited a while before making his move. After an hour or so he went to find Mantis. She was up front on the flight deck chatting with Drax.

“Mantis, come ‘ere. I need to ask you somethin’.”

She looked at the Centaurian hesitantly. She stood and walked to him, fiddling with her hands. “Did you and y/n talk about what’s been bothering her? It was such a surprise to me, but I am very happy! I hope she will be happy too. You are a very good man.” She said discreetly.

Yondu just stared at her, totally lost. Mantis picked up on his confusion rather quickly. She began to fidget and shift nervously.

She leaned in and whispered softly so Drax wouldn’t hear, “She did not tell you? Oh, no. Well, I cannot tell you anything. I am her best friend and she is mine and I will not tell!”

Yondu lowered his voice as well, “Look girl, I’m juss as worried about ‘er as you are. All I’m askin’ is for a way to help.”

Mantis thought his words over, and hesitated. “I don’t know...she seemed very intent that you never find out. If she didn’t tell you, I don’t know if I should.”

“Come on girl, ya wanna make sure she’s alright, right? I thought you’s was friends. Besides, I sorta have an idea of what’s goin’ on anyways. Juss tell me.”

Mantis’s big, innocent heart won her over and she decided it would be best to tell him if it meant helping you.

“Y/n has been experiencing very much stress and anxiety because she likes you. More than likes you, loves you. There is very much love and sexual desire. She is nervous, excited, and happy, and angry, and sad, and feels guilty too. I felt it all right before you walked in on us talking about her conflicting emotions. It was very confusing. I certainly would not like feeling that way. She is afraid that if you found out, you would reject her and she would have to leave. But...I don’t want her to leave.” Mantis slumped her shoulders at her last words.

Yondu didn’t know what to say. You liked him? Loved him even? But why all that other stuff too? He had to find out. No more games, no more secrets. “Thanks girl, ya been a big help.” Yondu patted her shoulder and walked from the flight deck back to the bunking area.

Yondu sighed and knocked softly on the door. “Mantis, I told you I’m not talking anymore! I’m fine!”

The door quietly opened. “It ain’t Mantis.” Yondu said gently. “Can I come in?”

You sit up on your bunk and look at him, “Sure, feel free to lock the door while you’re at it.” You said sarcastically.

He grinned over his shoulder at you, and locked the door. “You and I gotta talk.”

You begin to panic, it’s happening. He knows, Mantis squealed. “What did Mantis say? I told her not to say anything!”

“Don’t blame her, it ain’t her fault. I made her tell me.” Yondu said with a sly smirk. “So - now that it’s out there, let’s talk.”

The butterflies were back in an instant and about to burst out of your mouth, but what came out instead was just plain sad, “Let’s just get this over with. You’re gonna tell me you know how I feel about you, and then I’m gonna say ‘yeah it’s true, I do like you - like a lot’, and then you’re gonna say, ‘well, sorry, I don’t feel the same way’, and then I’ll take that rejection and shove it way down into the depths of my soul. After that, you turn around and walk out, and I start packing. Okay, great. Are we done?” You stood up and walked toward your trunk that contained your belongings to hide your humiliation and distract yourself.

Yondu looked at you with slight surprise on his face and chuckled. “Uhh no. That ain’t what I was gonna say at all. What I was gonna say was, ‘m flattered. Truly. Women ain’t exactly chasin’ after me these days. I’m just a washed up ravager. No crew, no ship, and I ain’t as young as I used ta be.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he continued. “A pretty young thing like yasself shouldn’t be pinin’ over someone like me. I ain’t worth it.”

You snapped your head his direction and almost yelled, “EXcUSe ME?! Not worth it?! Do you even hear yourself?”

The Centaurian stood there, dumbfounded as you continued.

“Do you have any idea who you are?!” Here it comes - word vomit. You couldn’t stop, it all came pouring out like dumping water out of a bucket. “You are Captain Yondu Udonta. The fiercest Captain of the 100 Ravager Clans! You’re known across the galaxy! You have more experience in open space navigation, survival, and armed combat than I could ever dream of having. You’re incredibly strong, and cunning, and more charming than any man I’ve ever met. AND you’re just plain handsome. Not to mention that arrow of yours! Don’t ever sell yourself short, because you are more than worth it....if anything, I’m not worth it!

Before you could continue your rant, Yondu quickly stepped toward you, whirled you around and pulled you away from your trunk to kiss you passionately. His lips were the perfect combination of rough, yet soft. He tasted strongly of whiskey, and his hands roamed over your body until one twisted its way into your hair and the other pulled you into him by your waist. The kiss was open mouthed, hot, needy, and absolutely perfect. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back desperately and you felt a little chuckle fall from his lips as he pulled away, leaving you breathless.

“Ya have no idea how long I’ve been wantin’ ta do that.” He said.

“How long?”

“A few weeks after Peter introduced us. Ya started ta really prove yaself with this group a misfits, an’ the rest of ‘em really took to ya. Including me. I never imagined ya’d be fond of someone like me.”

You both stood in your bunk area holding one another closely. “Well, I have to be honest, I didn’t expect this to happen in a million years.” You admitted.

Yondu pushed you to arms length to get a better look at you. “Why’s that?” He asked.

“Well I mean....look at me? I’m just a dumb little Terran. I’m weak and I barely know anything about space. I’m so new to it all, and I don’t exactly fit in around here. You guys have such incredible abilities and talents. I’m just...me. Terran. What I wouldn’t give to be like...I don’t know, Gamora. She’s breathtakingly beautiful and a total badass! I’ve been contemplating going back to Earth anyway because I just feel like I’m holding you all back.”

Yondu looked over your body and face admiringly and said softly, “I am lookin’ atcha, and none ‘a that’s true. I’m glad your here, and I’m sure as hell glad we met.” He grinned down at you, showing off those gold capped teeth. He leaned in to kiss you once more, deeply.

He pulled away lightly to whisper on your lips, “I can show ya everythin ya ever wanted to see, and teach ya everythin ya ever wanted to learn about bein’ out here.

I ain’t lettin’ you get away.”

[antvnger]

Blood Brothers AU - Far From Home

((Ohhhhhh. That’s a very good question!))

((Okay okay soooooo))

Since Tony survived Endgame, he’s currently in recovery and will be in recovery for a while.

Taking the entire might of the Infinity Stones and surviving can take a lot out of you, ya know.

Pepper: Congratulations. You’re retired permanently.

Tony: Can I be the guy in the chair sometimes?

Pepper and Rhodey: Far down the road

Tony and Scott: How far down the road?

Happy and May are definitely in love and living their best lives

Tony is hellbent on figuring out what to do with the Stark Tech since he’s for sure retiring. It needs to go to someone more out in the field.

Scott? Valid option, but he’s got his own Stark Tech though plus Pym Tech. He doesn’t really need what Tony’s got

Pete? Valid option but he needs to be trained in how to properly use the tech

Tony’s still recovering and the doctor and Pepper and Rhodey are like strict rest for now dude

Scott volunteers to train Peter but before he can, duty calls. He’s got some Ant-Man things to do.

Tony finds out about Pete’s really cool European trip, so Tony decides to wait until he comes back before training him anyway.

The Stark brothers find out somehow probably because Pete has no poker face when it comes to his crush on MJ that Peter wants to tell MJ how he feels about her on the trip

And they give loads of advice because they’re so excited for him. They’re like yes do it

And they also tease him about it because, hello? They’re the Stark boys and that’s what they do.

But their advice is a bit over the top, and Peter is like *chuckles nervously* “I don’t know if that’s gonna work for her?”

Tony:  You know what, kid? Just trust your gut.

Scott: And just be yourself. And don’t second guess yourself.

Tony: A little gift of affection wouldn’t hurt either

Before Pete takes off on his trip, Fury the real Fury gets a hold of Tony and is like “wanna overcome any fears of space you’ve got now and help me out with some stuff?”

Tony: ……What stuff?  Will Pepper and Rhodey kill me over said stuff?

[Exit Tony Stark until after No Way Home end credit scene]

[Exit Pepper and Morgan as well because there’s no way Tony’s going to leave them behind while he’s gone]

Which would also explain why Pepper never gave a statement at the beginning of No Way Home also.

Fake Fury and Hill meet Quentin fricking Beck in Mexico like normal.

Now....because I don’t believe Tony would actually trust Fury with his tech which is one reason why I have a problem with Fury giving Peter E.D.I.T.H., Tony leaves the tech with Happy and tells him to keep it secure until he gets back from his sabbatical/major guy in the chair stuff

But Happy sees Tony’s notes on Peter inheriting the tech, so Happy thinks he got stuff confused and gives Peter the glasses before he goes on his trip

E.R.I.T.H. (yes that’s a name) - Even Retired, I’m The Hero

I headcanon that Peter has ADHD so before he can text Tony thank you or ask any questions, he gets distracted.

And every time he thinks to do it, something happens and he gets distracted.

Peter and his class get to Venice and the Water Elemental fight happens like normal

Peter meets with Fury, Hill, and Beck like normal. 

Yes, poor Ned gets tranquilized by Fury still lol

All throughout the trip, Scott and Tony text Peter asking for updates on how he’s doing with MJ.

MJ: Your dad and uncle texting you again?

Peter: Yup.

MJ: About what?

Peter: *blushing and quickly hiding phone* Nothing nothing nothing nothing.

Scott and Tony: Do it, kid!

We’re also cutting out that one scene where Peter gets caught in a rather raunchy situation because that was just dumb tbh.

Basically everything goes normally until after poor Peter gets hit by the train. Uh ouch.

He wakes up and gets the cellphone and tries to think of who to call. Obviously Tony’s out.

Happy’s with May, so Peter doesn’t really consider him as an option. He’ll tell her and she’ll worry. Or try to come to Europe and kick Mysterio’s ass herself.

He’s honestly got one solid option, and he’s very thankful for that option.

Scott answers on three rings and has to tell the kid to slow down because he can’t understand, he’s talking too fast.

Peter can barely get out a few sentences before Scott understands his nephew’s in trouble in a big way.

Tony left him a quinjet that he’s kept shrunk down for things just like this, so Scott makes good use of it.

Scott patches him up and listens as the poor kids lays everything bare.

Peter tells him everything about the tech, about Beck and all the lies he told.

And Scott can figure out everything else Peter hasn’t told him. How guilty he feels, how ashamed he feels, how disappointed he feels and how he expects everyone else to feel the same against him.

Because he’s trying to be someone he’s not.

“Pete buddy, you can’t be Tony, no more than I can. You can’t be him or me or Rhodey or Nat or anybody. You can’t be the next Iron-Man. You gotta be Peter Parker. And he’s the only guy who can be Spider-Man. You win by being you. Besides, Peter is a great guy. So is Spider-Man. I’m sorry you thought you were expected to be the next Tony, because I can sure as hell tell you, he doesn’t want you to be that. He, like the rest of us, want you to be Peter. Because Peter is one helluva guy.”

Peter takes the advice to heart and thus leads to more more uncle/nephew bonding.

“Please don’t tell Aunt May…”

“Believe me, she won’t find out from me, kiddo. I’m not about to tell her, no way.”

Buuuuuuut since I really like the team up between Happy and MJ and Ned and think it’s funny….

Happy finds out somehow GPS maybe that Peter is waaaaay off course for his trip and accidentally lets it slip to May. So guess who she sends to go check on him?

Happy meets up with Scott and Peter and they devise a plan.

Now we’re building up to the Spider/Ant team up we all deserve.

Scott knows the tech, so he’s going to go after the drones and disable them.

Peter’s going after Beck and getting E.R.I.T.H. back.

Happy is to get Peter’s friends and classmates to safety.

After Peter gets Scott inside the horde of drones, he does what he does best and starts deactivating all the tech with his brains and know how. And he has to fight them because, ya know, it’s an action movie lol

Eventually when Peter gets to Beck, he does what he does best and uses his Spidey Sense Peter Tingle (that’s so weird to type out lol) and defeats Beck.

Scott’s finished his job and he’s nearby in case his nephew needs him.

If Beck makes so much as one wrong move, Scott’s gonna intercept and kick his ass.

But Beck still dies because of his own insane actions and for now, the boys are safe.

Little did either of them know to think about maybe Beck had a guy in the chair too….

1st end credits scene: Scott’s at home flipping through channels when:

“We interrupt this broadcast for a special news bulletin.”

We can’t see the tv or hear anything but just see Scott’s face.

Scott: 😱

Scott: *actually angry enough to say* That motherfu-

Second end credits scene: Peter is swinging with MJ

Daily Bugle: *angry sourpuss shouting*

Beck: lies lies lies

Peter: 😱 whAT THE FU-

[theoriginalladya]

A Constant Wish

A Constant Wish

Summary:  An anniversary, but not of the enjoyable kind. Nine years on, and Commander Shepard is still dealing with the fallout from Akuze. It's up to Kaidan Alenko to guide him through it.

Tags: Sole Survivor, survivor’s guilt, death, grief, Akuze, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, mshenko

Characters: Caleb Shepard, Kaidan Alenko

NOTE: Four years ago today, my mother lost her battle with cancer. Today, even though I knew the date in my head, it didn't connect until my youngest brother mentioned something in our family text chat. It hit me like a ton of bricks, just as it did then. I've learned to move on, to keep going, to keep living, but this day each year is always the hardest fucking day to get through. And so I wrote this with her in mind for my Caleb Shepard who has his own ghosts to deal with.

Love you, Mom.

A daily thought, a silent tear, A constant wish that you were here

~~~~

Kaidan wakes suddenly, inexplicably, to darkness and the sense that something isn’t quite right.  Not a nightmare, not someone waking him with a touch or a sound, but that unerring feeling that something is just… off.  It isn’t panic so much as a general unease, but he’s used to listening to his gut these days; it’s saved his life or that of a squadmate or even Shepard himself more than once.  

Shepard.

Rolling over, he discovers the bed is empty but for him.  That sends his heart racing faster than he expects and he nearly falls face first to the floor as he scrambles out from beneath the covers.  The time it takes to yank on his sweats and a t-shirt seems an eternity, but he is fully aware thanks to the cold flooring beneath bare feet.  

A thorough search of the upper part of the apartment finds nothing out of the ordinary.  The side note to that is he also fails to locate Shepard.  Granted, he still has half the apartment to investigate, but the fact he cannot find a recent trace of his presence is a bit disconcerting.

He descends to the lower level and begins by checking the back room.  Empty. Next, the living room and the bar. Also, empty.  The lights in the kitchen are dim, just the way they left them when they headed upstairs after dinner.  Still no sign of the man.  

Kaidan tacks his way across to the opposite set of stairs to head back up – maybe he missed him in passing?  As he walks past the hall branching off to his right into the den, habit has him glancing that direction.  In front of the faint flickering fire light, he catches a silhouette; a familiar shape seated at the poker table, hunched over, glass in hand. Unease morphs to concern and curiosity, and he pads down the hallway, calling out softly as he reaches the doorway, “Shepard?  You okay?”

The silhouette jerks suddenly as if startled, then relaxes with an exhale of breath.  “I’m fine, mo ghrá.”

Kaidan takes the response as an invitation to join him, and he slides into a seat at the table.  “Drinking alone?  In the dark? Gonna have to do a better job of convincing me you’re fine,” he challenges, albeit gently.

Shepard huffs; a soft sound and one nearly drowned out by the pop and crackle of the fire.  He sets the glass on the table, rises to his feet, and walks over to the small bar in the corner.  Within moments, he returns with a bottle and a second glass.  This he fills and pushes towards Kaidan, then tops off his own before reclaiming his seat.  “Not alone now, am I?” he asks, setting the bottle down with a heavy thud next to what look to be four playing cards.  

From his position and in the dimly lit room, Kaidan can’t tell which ones they are.  However, knowing Shepard as he does, he can guess their purpose.  Why are you down here drinking and doing card readings in the darkest hours of the night?

Taking the glass in both hands, he pulls it close but does not drink just yet.  Before anything else, he wants, needs, some answers.  “What are we drinking to?”

“Not what,” Shepard declares, blue eyes piercing through the dark to meet Kaidan’s as he lifts his head, “who.”

Kaidan acquiesces with a slight cant of his head. “All right.  Who?”

Shepard lifts his glass in salute.  “Sergeant Angela Nevarra.”

Kaidan frowns.  The name sounds hazily familiar; he’s heard it before but cannot place it.

“Sergeants Carter, Evans and Decatur,” Shepard continues, clearly not expecting a response.  “Corporals Harris, Simmons, Grassini, Aoki, and Meijer.  Malik, Masterson, Owens, Jenson, Weston, Alvarez…”

Kaidan listens in silence but keeps his eyes on Shepard’s face as he continues to list them off.  As the list gets longer, comprehension dawns.  Shepard stops reciting names at forty-eight and the quiet surrounds them again.  Cautiously, Kaidan asks quietly about one name that was not mentioned.  “What about Toombs?”

“Toombs.”

There is a hint of brutality in the way Shepard says the name which Kaidan doesn’t quite understand.  For everyone else associated with Akuze, there is a fondness, a reverence almost in the way their former commander speaks of them, but with Toombs, it’s different.  “That’s his name, isn’t it?  The one we ran into on Ontarom?  Back –”

Shepard tosses back the last of his whiskey, swallows it in a large gulp, and shakes his head sharply once.  “Aye, I remember.”  He slams the glass onto the table with enough force the platform quakes for a moment.  “Heard from him last year, did I ever tell you?”

It’s a rhetorical question, but Kaidan shakes his head anyway.  The time they’ve spent together since his recovery, since the war began, they’ve avoided the more… controversial topics.  Not that Kaidan blames him for not bringing it up; it’s probably just as well.

With a soft snort, Shepard grabs the bottle and pours another two-fingers worth of whiskey.  This is the third drink Kaidan is aware of, and he can’t help but wonder how many Shepard drank when he was alone, before Kaidan found him. 

Their eyes meet again, and the look in them… Well, Kaidan understands now just why the man’s name in Irish is sealgaire, the hunter.  It’s all Kaidan can do to hold his ground.  And, that is knowing that the look isn’t directed at him.

Shepard’s scowl is dark and foreboding as he tosses back this drink, and there is a vehemence in his voice Kaidan has only heard maybe twice since he’s known him.  “Threaten me without knowing what happened?” the commander bites out.  “Briseadh agus brú ar do chnámha!  Go hifreann leat!”**

Kaidan reacts immediately, reaching forward and prying the glass from Shepard’s long fingers.  “Okay, Shepard, that’s enough.  I’m calling time for the night.”

Shepard struggles momentarily, apparently not satisfied, but a moment later releases his hold.  Sighing heavily, he covers his face with his hands.  “Tá brón orm,”**

Kaidan pushes the glasses and bottle across the table and out of easy reach and moves to crouch beside him.  “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Shepard’s hands drop away, and when the blue eyes meet his again, Kaidan recognizes the truth.  His mother once told him that if an Irish man or woman expressed true sorrow for something, there would be matching sadness in their eyes.  The sheer magnitude of the sorrow he sees in Shepard’s gaze just now is enough to level the Reapers and end the war three weeks ago, he thinks.  He reaches over and runs a hand along Shepard’s cheek in a gentle caress of understanding. “Hey.”  

Shepard leans into the touch, eyes closing.  When they open again the sorrow still lingers, but not with the same intensity.  Without the glass before him to toy with, he reaches for the playing cards lying face up. “D’you see these?”

Kaidan spares them a glance, tilting his head to get a better look.  “Did you do another reading?”

“Aye,” Shepard agrees, “but not tonight.  These…  This was my reading that night.  On Akuze, before the attack.”

Past – Two of Spades.

Present – Ten of Spades.

Future – King of Clubs.

Crossing Present – Ten of Diamonds.

None of it makes much sense to Kaidan – it never has – so he looks expectantly at Shepard.  When he remains silent, Kaidan asks, “What did they tell you?”

Shepard pauses for a moment, turning his head to look straight at Kaidan.  “That my world was going to go all to hell once again, but that this time, on the other side, I would find a path to my future…”

Kaidan looks at the cards again.  He recognizes the King of Clubs – it comes up often in Shepard’s readings, though Kaidan isn’t aware of any special attachment to it. The rest he can’t tell of he’s seen in readings before or not.  Shepard’s hand flops onto Kaidan’s shoulder, his fingers toying with his hair near his collar.  When Kaidan smiles back, Shepard’s eyes flare with an intensity that might be unsettling under other circumstances, but thanks to recent events in their lives, he has a much better idea of how to deal with.  

Rising to his feet, he sighs.  Any further explanation on the cards can wait until the man is sober again.  “Come on, we need to get you back to bed, I think.”

Shepard follows without comment or question, and, surprisingly, without stumbling.  When they reach the stairs, Shepard surprises Kaidan by sliding his arms around his waist and hugging close to his back, resting his head on his shoulder.  “You understand, aye?”

Already a step above the man, Kaidan stops and half turns to face him.  The question is very open-ended and he cannot miss the obvious pain.  It isn’t difficult to guess what he is referencing. “About Cerberus?”  Shepard nods.  Sighing softly, Kaidan wraps one arm over Shepard’s at his waist, and tilts his head close enough to ghost a quick kiss across his lips.  “Do you honestly think I would be here now if I didn’t?”

Shepard’s face screws up in confusion for a moment, an endearing look Kaidan doubts the commander would ever agree with if he is made aware of it, so Kaidan keeps the observation to himself.  Running his free hand over Shepard’s cheek again, he clarifies quietly, “Yes, mo shearc,** I understand.  You are not them; you never were.”

Hope wars with uncertainty behind those blue eyes; it’s strange to see Shepard this vulnerable, and a little disconcerting.  How much is the drink and how much just… is?

“You really believe that?”

Kaidan nods.  “Aye, I do,” he replies, echoing Shepard’s usual response and leaning in for another kiss. “Now, come on.  You need to sleep this off.  We can talk more about it later if you like.”  Though, as they ascend the stairs together, he is pretty certain it won’t ever come up again anytime soon.  Perhaps this time next year, but not before.  At least now, Kaidan is prepared.

~~~~ 

** mo ghrá = my love

** Briseadh agus brú ar do chnámha!  =  A breaking and crushing on your bones!

**Go hifreann leat! = To hell with you!

** Tá brón orm = I’m sorry

** mo shearc = my love

[transboytwelve]

HELP ME that coffee shop au idea is fucking genius,, how did yaz get there? how many times has she’s seen the TARDIS change around her and figure it’s just another remodel? thirteen being oblivious to it adds another extra layer of hilarity especially if yaz has been there longer than her

okay so

starbucks. she works at starbucks.

she's worked there indefinitely, she really has no idea how long but she's like yeah it's probably been a few years I think and 13 (like a week into her regen) is like YEARS???

Yaz was working when 13 was thrown out of the tardis she's like oh yeah a few weeks ago we lost power and then my boss must've remodeled the entire shop interior on my days off because it was completely different now

she doesn’t live on the tardis but SOMEHOW (hand space wavey reasons) there's a door in a back alley off a street that leads directly to the shop and Yaz just...assumes it's legit

she got the listing off of indeed and she really didn't have a choice to be picky and yknow she's never actually MET her boss and she's almost sure she was trained by a hologram but she's not technology savvy so how would she know whats possible nowadays

she's pretty sure the entire shop is a front for something because her first paycheck is all in cash in a paper bag on the counter with her name on it and she's like ....weird but ok. she's not a cop how is she supposed to know if its a legit business or not thats none of her business

she doesn’t actually know how much she makes because her sack-o-cash paychecks vary even tho she works the same hours every single day every week but she just assumes some of it is extra tips or whatever

yknow what would be hilarious tho is if the back alley doorway off a street in the middle of sheffield actually just goes straight into the tardis console and by some miracle of coincidence the doctor has never been there when Yaz goes in for her shift

Yaz just assumes the console room is like. a mall or something. maybe like a fancy office building. or like an interactive art display. she hasn't asked.

so like the way the doctor finds out Yaz works in her tardis is bc she's in there one day when Yaz comes in for her shift and Yaz doesn't think anything of it because she's assumed it's an art piece or something and the doctor just like. FREEZES she's like .......what are you doing in my tardis

tardis ??

13s like .......yes........my tardis, what you're standing in

Yaz is like oh sorry I didn't know this art piece was called that, i'm just passing through to start my shift

13s like shift ?? Yaz is like yeah ?? the coffee shop like three hallways down??

13s like .......coffee shop ???

Yaz is like .....are you foreign? and 13s like yeah you could say that and Yaz is like you'll have to come by sometime and 13s like ?????? and Yaz just is like sorry ive gotta go Im scheduled in two minutes

anyways Yaz doesn't get a ton of customers but she does get a morning rush sometimes and yknow at this point she's pretty used to not visibly reacting when someone is like, completely blue or has an extra arm or something she's got a great customer service poker face

when the console room changes she assumes the art piece has changed or like another artist has taken over like honestly she doesn't get paid enough to wonder about that so she just ignores it (she likes the bookshelf kitchen style the best but the glowing crystals are also cool)

Yaz just has massive 'yes and' energy and like this isn't the weirdest job she's ever had and she likes that it's mostly quiet and she can study between customers and she never gets in trouble for sitting down and the sack-o-cash is a nice surprise every week

and also @softyasmin had some thoughts on this too

ok but also like river or clara or jack or lit anyone strolling past 13 in the console room and being like "one sec im gonna go grab a coffee first" and they go to yaz's little shop and she knows all of them by name bc they're her regulars and she chats with them when she gets their drinks

river being like hold on sweetie let me go get a coffee and 13s like I have a coffee machine?? since when??? and river just laughs literally no one tells her about the whole ass starbucks in her tardis

clara goes there to grade papers when she was alive and Yaz doesn't see her for a while and then clara shows up one day and Yaz is like oh it's been a while and claras like yea I was dead for a bit and Yaz just assumes its one of clara's jokes and she's like oh yeah haha I felt that way last week when I worked a double

13 literally has no idea how they get in because they don’t come in through the front door and Yaz just shrugs she's like idk I just serve coffee

river running in all sweaty and is like hi make it quick love just an espresso today im on the run unfortunately and Yaz thinks its a joke and laughs and is like is there ever a time when you’re not on the run? and river just winks

river drops little trinkets into yaz's tip jar and Yaz displays them in her little break room in the back and 13 sees them once and is like .........theres an intergalactic warrant out for half of these items

[theyarebothgunshot]

ROSE I AM FREAKING OUT HAVE YOU SEEN THE PREQUEL STUFF???? WHAT IS GOING ON, my god... I was literally about to go to sleep, decided to check Tumblr one last time and see this.... what WHAT!! WHATTTT!!!!!! I don't even know if this is good bad or what but just JENSEN IS PRODUCING A SUPERNATURAL PREQUEL AND DEAN'S GONNA BE THE NARRATOR OR Sth LIKE???? -🐸

YEAH i am normal about this <3 (jk i am also freaking out) welcome to: people screaming to me in my inbox about prequelgate ft. j/2 fallout theory. let's goooo!

Another copypasta and suddenly chaos machine is full on gay I love this prophecy

you know whats funny i just checked the j/2 tag and i feel like for the first time in a long time they are starting to realise that maybe THEY should be the ones who are "gutted" *sips tea*

ROSE HOLY SHIT ROOOOOOOOSE ITS HAPPENING HOLY SHIIIIIT

YEAH

Nevermind just read prequel and well good luck I guess but just you know kind of bleh who wants to watch John Winchester well let’s have hope anyways

i know a lot of people are bummed out but i am kind of very excited actually?? i trust robbie and even though yeah j*hn winchester turned into a nasty abusive bastard, it can be interesting to explore how it all started (imo). it's just the first of many stories they can tell.

I can only accept this circus if it’s Dean telling the stories to his and Cas’ kids and then we have a revival to show that the whole finale was in fact the end Chuck wanted there Jensen I fixed it

i would not say no to this

heyloo bee anon here

um- wtf is happening?

jackles prequel series?? why? i want to be excited about this but sheesh im scared

because supernatural is never dead <3

okay, but, jensen... john winchester ≠ jdm, you don’t have to go /that/ hard for him 🙃

true true... though i am waiting for jdm to comment on this, please i need it

WAIT A SECOND J2 FALLOUT THEORY TRUE??

LMAO HELL YEAH BESTIE

Rose you really picked the worst time to sleep for real

bestie it was literally 4 in the morning, what do you expect from me sdfjsfhsf

I can’t literally can’t we were all right LMAO j2 fallout theory is real and cockles (Misha supporting Jensen) is [gunshots] I’m just laughing cause what the hell is this timeline we’re living LMAOOOOOOOOOO

we would always end up here <3

Do we have the copypaste anons to thank for JP basically confirming the J2 fallout? lol 🦚

yes, everybody say 'thanks annoying idiots!'

ROSE, WAKE UP, COME HERE,

THERE'S A LOT GOING ON FFS

YEAH I KNOW BUT I NEEDED SLEEP

Anticipating that there's going to be a lot of yelling about the prequel on here: I am cackling, but also, I mean, the first time Dean got a look into his parent's past, Cas was the catalyst: literally entered Dean's mind and catapulted him to the 70s. So idk, it's not completely unreasonable to expect some Cas cameos, maybe setting up a parallel timeline since Dean is narrating. What I'm saying is, this is Jackles, he's getting JDM and Misha in on this lmao -Honeymoon Anon

you were right lmfaooo also i fully agree. misha's tweet further cemented that thought for me. he knew about this prequel and i dont think he is cas-baiting us, i think he'll be involved. i'd also be obsessed to see jensen and jdm act together again (though idk who jdm could play seeing as it's a prequel and he is way too old to play young j*hn)

longlivethetribbles heeft gevraagd:

Heyyyyyy bestie, are you SEEING the absolute madness going on right now holy shit

well a little late but I SURE AM BESTIE

bestie wake up pls s16 finale just dropped.

- 🍯

and WHAT a great one it was

I love coming home from work to see all of the chaos unfolding on Tumblr and Twitter. I'm absolutely buzzing right now. I'll probably still be here by the time you wake up and check tumblr 😂 - 🐢

lmaooo and were you still awake?? did you see my freak out??

Oooh bestie wake the fuck up, I know you’re gonna be excited for this one jsnsjsj

god i had SUCH a morning like. it's 12:00 now and all i did since i woke up is check tumblr rip

short summary: jen and dee gain the rights, they post on ig/twitter about a prequel ft john and mary that no one asked for, the fandom loses its everloving shit as usual, they trend on twitter thanks to the beloved twt intern who missed us, misha qt’s jen about cas possibly benefiting from being in the prequel, then j*red qt’s jensen abt how his feelings got hurt by him not being told about a prequel his character as no involvement in & he initially throws a tantrum, and the rest is history - 🦋 anon (ps: i hope this helps a little, i’ve been scattered brained trying to keep up with it all night lmao so pls let me know if i missed anything, bug crew !!)

thank you so much darling i figured it out eventually but this is a helpful summary!!!

I hope you enjoyed waking up to all of this XD -🐢

i sure did!!! also that answers my question about you being awake lmao

I WILL NEVER EVER EVER FORGIVE MYSELF FOR SLEEPING THROUGH ALL OF THIS DRAMA AND NOT EXPERIENCING IT IN PERSON I DIDN'T NEED THIS SLEEP - tea anon

well the party was still going strong this morning so im not TOO "gutted" see what i did there lmaooo

Now that you are caught up with the news... So idk if you remember this but...didn't jarpad tell jackles he was up for a reboot in an online panel? And jackles answered that this was news to him??

-🍯

yeah i think you are right but he was clearly joking and didnt expect jackles to actually be working on something already

J2 anon spare more of those anons let's finish this - tea anon

please, we're having a ball in this bitch

I saw a post on tumblr where someone said now that Kripke gave J&D the rights, maybe they’re starting with a prequel just to end on a reboot in years time and honestly ? I wanna believe that so badly. This is tinhatty but what if this is all calculated in a way that makes it so that Jensen is slowly starting to fix everything that was wrong with spn - now that he has the rights and he’s slowly making spn his own story ?! I mean he did say in his ig post he wants to ‘fill in the rest’ - and maybe Mary and John’s story is only the beginning of spn related content from J&D to come ??? Maybe he wants to give spn the justice it deserves ?? Thoughts ??

i dont think this is tinhatty at all i think this is very possible and not that much of a reach. i could see this happening yeah for sure

want to hear something funny. I found out I had a ruptured blood vessel in my eye because I was sending my friend a video freaking out when the prequel news dropped and I noticed the corner of my eye was red af. and when I got back online jared had tweeted.

DJFHSJD ANON THE CHAOS OF IT ALL, HELP, are you okay? <3

rose.. bestie... how are you feeling about The News? nsfshsf being european is a curse </3 🐞

i feel GREAT im living for it i feel on top of the world tbh (and yeah it really is dsjfhs)

What am I waking up to I can't WHAT I rested my eyes for like 5 minutes help *hits reblog button* - anon anon

yep yep essentially djfhs

“Jensen and Misha are Co workers who barley talk”

I can’t be sure of course but I’m fairly certain that this is the copypasta that brought the j/2 fallout theory back to life. Who’s apparently ‘barely talking’ now? skansjsjsj. It’s almost prophetic, these j/2 anons have superpowers I’m telling ya.

-poker face anon

next time we get one of them we should be thanking them lmaooo

ok, but are we gonna talk about the "When Daneel and I formed Chaos Machine Productions, we knew that the first story we wanted to tell was the story of John and Mary Winchester [...]"-quote because the way this is phrased implies they formed CHAOS MACHINE Productions with the intent of telling this story (first), i haven't been in this dumpster long enough but the name just tickles me in that Misha way, isn't it so sus??? am i missing something???? i mean with this announcement they SURE lived up to that name... 🧩-anon

you are absolutely right, chaos machine SCREAMS misha and we are all here for it!!

hey hey hey. joining the clownverse, there's no way THEE cas girl danneel doesn't know just how much the fandom loves misha and cas. so 2 + 2 = misha in the spn prequel!

AGREED

So I think I finally managed to catch up on wtf happened while I was asleep and my brain melted. What a shit show to wake up to.

Anyway thoughts.

I don't hate the idea of a Mary&John sequel. I think it has the potential to be good (It has the potential to be really bad too, so I'm kind scared).

🕯️🕯️🕯️ manifesting Mary being badass and John being kinda useless🕯️🕯️🕯️

As for the Jensen and J*red thing.

I can see Jensen not telling J*red even if they are still friends, because J*red is kinda good at accidentally telling Secrets. He could have told him right before he announced it so, so that J*red didn't have to find out from twitter. He was on the show for 15 years, he is bound to get asked about it. The public twitter meltdown was really unprofessional so. Like you have Jensen's number J*red. You could have sorted that out in private like a normal person, but instead you choose to act like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

Is it weird that I'm actually going to be kinda that for them if the actually had a falling out, even tho I don't like J*red all that much. They seemed to be really important to each other and while I thought before that the might have triefted apart a bit, I didn't think that the where actively fighting.

- 🐌 anon

the thing is, the polite/normal thing for jensen to do was text him before announcing it on twitter. it's weird he didn't, and that makes me believe that maybe yeah they did have a falling out. especially with the way j*red responded to it on twitter. if he had no other reason to be this upset (no prior beef or falling out) you'd think that he wouldn't be responding like this. on the other hand, the man is a mysterie to me so who the hell knows. i'm not gonna mourn about it if they did/do grow apart because j*red is just.... awful imo.

[onemistresstorulethemall]

Winner

Mammon may be a bit ooc here but I find it so hard to write tsundere characters. It physically pains me to do so.

Also, yes, I did use talking about money as part of the foreplay, but... it's Mammon. It would probably work.

Word count: 2429

As always, this is nsfw.

F!MC x Mammon

"Yo, can't you just hurry up and get your ass over here? It's gettin' kinda annoying.", your favorite demon expressed his frustration.

"What's bugging you, Mammon?", your tone was as loving as ever.

"Ya know I went to the casino last night, right?"

"Mhm, I remember all the drunk texts. What of it?"

"Well, I won... And I really wanted to pick you up so we can spend it all."

"Babe, you know how I feel about you spending all your money the day you got them."

"Yeah, yeah, say whatever you want, but I can see the way your eyes light up when I get ya things. I mean, as they should. It's a privilege to get stuff from me, THE great Mammon."

At this point in time his confident facade was actually endearing. You'd give anything to see his smug face again up close and personal. Especially because you knew you could make him drop it and become a red stuttering mess.

"Not gonna lie, I do miss getting randomly told to doll up before you take me out to do something crazy."

"What would ya do without me, my human, hmm?"

"I'd probably have a longer lifespan, but oh well, I'm here for a good time not a long time."

"Hell yeah!", he said before he could register what you actually meant, "Wait! Hell no! Stop saying stuff like that. You die when I allow you to die!"

"Sir, yes sir!", you let out a chuckle.

A small pause followed in the conversation.

"For real though, when are ya coming back? I do miss having you around... I mean, my stupid brothers are bugging me about it..."

"Yes, babe, I miss you too. I can't tell you exactly when, but I've got a feeling it's gonna be soon."

"You better make sure it's soon or I'll come there and grab you myself!"

The next few minutes passed really quick and you found yourself alone again. Ever since you left Devildom it was like a part of you remained there. You weren't whole. And that might have to do with a certain silver-haired demon.

When you got the offer from Solomon to go back you almost squealed. It was unreal. Truth be told, you were starting to doubt you'll be able to return. You may have looked into summoning just so you could hold your favorite demon again... None of that mattered anymore.

When you arrived, in the middle of a council meeting, your gaze immediately fell onto Mammon. You could swear his eyes had a certain glint, as if he was on the verge of tears when he called out your name.

After answering a wave of questions and having the keys of the House of Lamentation tossed at you, it finally hit you. You were going home. So, you decided to have your cake and eat it too.

"Errrm, Lucifer?", you scratched the back of your neck.

"Yes, y/n, is there a problem?"

"Yes. I mean no. Not necessarily a problem, but... it's been a while since I was here last time, right?"

"Indeed."

"I am not entirely sure I remember the way home correctly."

"Ah, I see. One of my brothers could escort you. Be-"

"Aaactually, I was thinking Mammon could walk me home. I mean, think about it. I'm doing you guys a favor. He will be nothing but distracting after I leave. This way you may actually continue the meeting."

The eldest brother seemed to ponder your request carefully, before letting out a sigh.

"Very well. Mammon, you're dismissed."

You mouthed a "thank you" to Lucifer before saying goodbye to everyone and leaving the room. Mammon was absolutely beaming and the moment you were out of Lucifer's sight he embraced you with such tenderness you thought it was a dream and you feared you'd wake up soon.

"My human, you came back to me...", he whispered.

"I...guess I should get going, y/n. As always, it was a pleasure. Let me know if you need anything and I'll see you around!", Solomon waved at you.

"Thank again, Solomon!", you exclaimed over Mammon's shoulder who was apparently not ready to let go.

"Come on, babe. Let's go home."

He took your hand into his and flashed you that smile you loved and missed so much. Suddenly, it was like you never left at all. And you wouldn't do it again if you could help it.

"We'll have a bit of time before the others come home. So what would you like to do?", you asked.

"Oooh! The sequel to our favorite movie came out! You should be grateful I didn't watch it without ya! We could grab some snacks on the way home!"

He was way too excited for you to refuse. Moreover, a cuddle session was exactly what you needed, so you agreed.

Fast forward half an hour and you were cuddled up on the sofa under a blanket in front of the TV. Mammon had one hand draped over your shoulders and another resting on your thigh. His hands were oh so warm and his palms were slightly sweaty. It was cute that he was still nervous around you although you have been an item for quite some time. Whenever you weren't around he was boasting about it like it was his biggest achievement. However, to your face, he could barely look into your eyes as he professed his love to you. One of your hands rested on the small of his back, which unconsciously slipped under his t-shirt. It wasn't intentional, really. You just mindlessly reached for his skin while watching the movie.

"Hey, watch it! It tickles!", he suddenly jolted.

"Oops, my bad. I didn't even realize it.", you give him a faint smile.

"Oh really? Ya missed me so much you couldn't keep your hands off of me, huh?"

"Of fucking course I missed you! Hell, I was about to ask Solomon to teach me how to summon you."

"Can't live without me?", Mammon got closer.

"Life without you would have no meaning.", you reply hoping to catch him off guard.

Although his cheeks heated up, his gaze didn't leave yours, which was quite an accomplishment because not only is your favorite demon shy but he really liked the movie you chose.

"Ya know... It was hard to think of money making schemes when all that was popping into my head was you."

"Well I'm here now.", you kissed him hastily, "Aaaaand... I might have thought of a few ways we could trick... Uhm, sorry. A few ways we could...nudge some demons into filling up our pockets."

His eyes gleamed with desire and you weren't exactly sure if it was greed, lust or both, but Mammon looked positively hungry.

"You're the perfect woman, you know that?"

"Only the best for THE great Mammon.", you chuckled.

He kissed your lips again, this time, more passionately.

"You know, whenever I played poker in the human world, I knew I'd win everytime your pact mark lit up. That's gave me a heads up on when to fold. It was quite handy.", you confessed, "I mean, I also used some of the tricks you taught me. It wasn't exactly fairplay, but I couldn't resist.", you added.

"That's my human. Dry their pockets. How much did ya make?"

He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap with such ease it was like you weighted nothing.

"Not too much. I mean, I don't really go to casinos unless it's with you. I just played with some friends. But yes, I did take all their money and they didn't wanna play with me anymore."

"If you're so eager to play why don't we head down to a casino this weekend? I'll get you a dress, all you gotta do is doll up and be ready when I tell you."

The avatar of greed seemingly ran out of patience, taking off your shirt and licking his lips while admiring the view.

"Are you gonna make me gamble away my underwear like last time?"

"Hey, you make it sound like I made you give off your panties to some creep!"

You took advantage of his protest to lean in and go for the neck. In no time you had Mammon whimpering as you pressed soft kisses along his neck down to his collarbone. You licked a trail up to his ear lobe which you then bit before whispering:

"Do you still have them?"

To which he replied without words by reaching under a cushion and pulling out a pair of lacy red thongs.

"Fuck... Did you use them while I was gone?", you asked breathlessly although you knew the answer.

"I had to get off somehow...", he responded in a soft voice.

"Did you smell them, wrap them around your cock or something entirely different?"

"What kinda question is that, y/n!? Where'd that even come from!? Plus, it doesn't ever matter. You're here now so forget about that stupid pair of panties!"

Any other time you'd tease him further, but today was special and you missed him. Also, you didn't know how much time you had before his brothers would come home, so you didn't press on.

"You're right, I'd rather enjoy you.", you reached out and unhooked your bra.

Soon his hands were all over your chest, fondling, teasing and making your head fall back in pleasure.

Without too much thought, your hips started grinding, in search of friction.

"Fuck, someone's needy.", Mammon stated in a low tone.

"Ngh, can you blame me?"

You could hear a laugh escaped his lips.

"No, I guess I can't."

You couldn't take anymore teasing, so you made an effort to adjust your head and grabbed ahold of his t-shirt.

"I could just rip it off of you.", you declared in a separate tone.

"Oi, if you break it, you buy it!"

"So that's why you keep pampering me with gifts? Cause you intend to break me?"

"Is that what you want, princess?"

He knew the nickname would end you. Especially since it's been such a long time since you heard it from him. You kind of despised how willing you were to do anything he asked as long as he called you that. But at the same time it made it all ever hotter.

"Don't make me ask again, y/n.", he added.

"Yes, Mammon. Please, break me.", you started before pulling his top over his head.

In doing so, you messed up his hair but that only made him look even better. Gosh, you were so weak for this demon.

One minute his hands were on your ass and the next your panties were getting ripped.

"Hey, but you said-"

"I know, I'll buy you new ones.", he smirked.

You honestly didn't even care anymore. Desperately, you reached for the zipper of his pants, pulling it down and undoing the button.

Once again he grabbed you by the waist and tossed you around like a doll. His pants hit the floor and next thing you know he demanded you to turn around and bend down.

One hand of his was tenderly holding your abdomen, while the other tangled into your hair. His member rubber against your entry, while his lips got closer to your ear.

"Ready to see what you've been missing on?"

All you could do was moan in anticipation as he aligned himself to your entrance.

"That's not an answer, princess. If you don't tell me, I'm not givin' it to ya."

"Fuck... Yes. Please, Mammon. Hurry up and give it to me. I can't take it anymore!"

His reply was wordless, consisting only of filling you up. The deeper he thrusted, the more your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Damn, you missed this.

Instinctually, you rocked your hips to match his rhythm, although it was hard to match his speed.

Eventually, he grew bored of your sloppy moved and grabbed ahold of your hair.

"Just sit still and take it like a good girl. Ya can do that for me, right?"

Once again your only way to reply was to moan like a slut in heat. But you did comply and stop moving.

"Good girl.", he praised you.

You noticed that the more he goes without it, the more feral he becomes and less inhibited. Maybe you should start edging him when you want him to get rough.

"Fuck, it's like you were made for me."

You were about to let out another moan when a voice made your heart almost stop.

"Hey, y/n, you in there?", you identified the voice to be Satan's.

"Uh... yeah.", you did your best to sound normal.

Mammon didn't stop thrusting into you one second, nor did he slow down his pace.

"We're going to eat soon, so come to dining room as soon as you can, alright?"

"R-roger that!", you stuttered.

"Is everything okay?", Satan's tone was full of concern.

"Mhm. All good. I'm coming soon!"

"Is that so, princess? Ya comin' soon?", Mammon whispered into your ear.

You covered your mouth with one of your hands, biting into it to stop yourself from being too loud and nodded.

"Alright, be a good girl and cum on my cock."

Oh and you did. You let yourself fall into a blissful abyss of pure pleasure where the sky was fireworks and the only music heard was your lover's pants and growls.

He kept going, albeit significantly slower, until you retured to the world of the living. The moment he deemed you conscious enough, he turned you around and sat you down on the couch, more or less shoving his cock into your mouth. You eagerly took him in and hollowed your cheeks around his member, trying not to choke while he was setting the pace, guding your head with one hand, grabbing a handful of your hair.

It didn't take too much effort to bring him over the edge and make him spill into your mouth. With a bit of difficulty, you managed to swallow everything and not leave any mess behind.

In a haste, you got dressed and fixed yourself up to the best of your abilities. Unfortunately, you had to go commando this time.

"If you had been more careful, you wouldn't have lost so much grimm. That was an expensive pair and I take interest, so you'll have to buy me two.", you scolded him.

"Lost? Who says I lost anything? I'm the real winner here."

[galarsbookstore]

headcanons on leon or raihan reacting to an s/o who isn't a pokemon trainer but suddenly wants their help in catching their first pokemon to train? 🥺❤️

y e s, thank you sending this cath,ilysm! Also I did both Leon and Raihan cause... I’m simp for both. also got kinda long sorry-

Leon and Raihan with a S/O who isn’t a pokemon trainer, suddenly wanting help to catch their first pokemon to train: 

Leon:

 Leon loves pokemon, I mean of course he does, he's the champion (or ex-champion post-game.) But if there's anything he loves as much as pokemon, it's the idea of the people of Galar becoming the best pokemon trainers out there.

 So when he starts dating you and you, and you aren’t a pokemon trainer? Kinda weird for him, because he honestly thought whoever he ended up with would probably be a trainer too!

 Nothing wrong with it though, just get used to him going off about something trainer related and not getting a lick of it. And him having to apologize a lot then explain.

 He kinda wants you to try having pokemon, cause you might like it! And also he kinda just wants his pokemon to be friends with yours if you have any.

 But he won’t say anything about it. But then if you ask him to help you catch your very first pokemon ever? Very happy- if not confused for a minute cause it’s very sudden and also he just isn’t expecting it even if he deeply wants you to try it.

 Yes of course he’ll help you- why wouldn’t he?

 You guys can ride his charizard out to the wild area whenever you’re ready to try! 

Wants to know what kind of pokemon you want first though; if it’s a certain type he’ll plan out where you’d have to go for it, and if it’s a specific pokemon then he’ll make sure he knows where they roam exactly.

 You might end up probably getting lost going there, but a lot less than you might usually get lost! Half because Charizard is taking you, and half cause Leon tried to make sure he knew where you had to go to a T.

 Knows that the way he throws pokeballs is kinda… Not the norm- like he whips his whole body around and shit, so he tries to tone it down to show you how to do it. He makes sure your stance is right, etc, etc. 

Unconsciously will put his hands on you to guide you while he’s showing you what to do, doesn’t even realize he’s doing it or how it makes you feel to have him put his hands on yours, or on your hips to move your body, etc. It’s still super gentle though.

 If you don’t catch it the first time, that’s okay! Not everyone gets it on their first try. Is the biggest pep-talker, your personal hype-man. 

 If you get too frustrated or upset, you take a break. No ifs or buts- go home, chill out. There’s always tomorrow, and the day after.

 When you finally catch the pokemon, you barely have time to really react, cause your feet aren’t on the ground anymore and your… Spinning? 

Leon’s got you in his broad arms and he’s twirling you! Probably more excited than you are, let's be fair. 

He’s so so happy, and he’s so proud of you! 

 “Okay, okay, let’s introduce them to Charizard!”

 Raihan:

 He’s a gym leader, so he faces trainers all the time. Has flirted with trainers who are of age before too. But you’re not a trainer.

Has to find a work-around for any pickup lines or anything he had related to being a trainer; but it’s easy for him.

He doesn’t really have any special thoughts on you not being a trainer- honestly you could have any occupation and it wouldn’t affect anything for him.

 Forgets that you aren’t a trainer though sometimes, and leaves his big ass pokemon around to roam the home, etc. and it will sometimes lowkey startle you. You’ll get used to it eventually, and you’ll get used to interacting with pokemon even if you never had one of your own. 

 You probably approach him when he’s chilling on the couch or something, watching TV or some shit. Or on his rotom phone.

 Doesn’t really have much of an outward reaction like Leon does- he’s not expecting it but I imagine Raihan has a pretty good poker-face. Looks like he doesn’t care a lot, or like he’s always relaxed. 

 Will gladly help you though! Not much planning on his part to be honest, just whenever you have a free moment he’ll be like “‘kay, lets go.”

 Asks what kinda pokemon you want- will tell you it should be a dragon-type pokemon no matter what you say.

 Like, “Babe, dragon types are by far the best type. Let’s get you a dragon type-” Won’t force it tho lmao; but he’ll try his damndest 

As opposed to Leon, he will put his hands on you when showing you what to do but he will do it knowing how it might make you feel.

 Breathing right beside your ear while he shows you how to stand- how to throw the ball properly. Loves it if your face turns red but he won’t say anything about it.

 Using his hands to make sure you’re standing properly, etc. but letting them linger; squeezing your hips, etc.

 Like okay Raihan, we just want to catch our first pokemon THANK YOU- 

Is kinda nervous however, on the inside, cause he wants you to catch the pokemon, but also not get hurt by accident- and if you don’t catch he doesn’t want to see you deflate. 

 Prefaces everything with “if you don’t get it the first time just try it again- if you want me to, I can help.” 

 When you catch your first pokemon, he’s pretty happy!

 But, when he sees your excitement? That’s what makes him most happy and excited. 

 The big smile on your face, the way you show him the ball with your first pokemon in it with a child-like glow in your eye? Adorable… This is the best… 

 Gives you a hive-five- then a hug. Long hug… Touch, he loves to touch.

 “...So, your next one is gonna be a dragon-type right?”

[criminalminds4days]

Family Matters | Chapter 7: Happy Birthday

Hello people!!

I know I just came back, but school and work are really kicking my butt. I have virtual events, classes, projects and papers... On top of that I have to go to work and I barely have enough time to sleep. I am hoping I'll be able to keep writing, and I already have some chapter written in advance but who knows how my life will be by the time we reach the end of those chapters...

Anyway, I hope you guys are having a good week and a good year so far. Enjoy the chapter and let me know what you think!

P.S. keep in mind I did not have time to proof read this, so it might be wonky.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references, violence and murder references, public embarrassment, and very bad jokes!

Word Count: 5.2k

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Chapter 7: Happy Birthday

It was now time to get everything set up for Reid's surprise birthday party. She was still not talking to him, but something within her didn't allow her to abandon the idea of celebrating his day of birth. She wanted so bad to stop wanting to be his friend and talk to him, be around him and hear him laugh, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

"You're gonna let us know your decision soon?" She almost fell down the chair she was on.

"Can you not scare me to death, please?"

"Well stop keeping us in suspense."

"Emily," she stepped down from the chair and used it to sit. "I didn't accept the position, in fact, I told Luke that same day. To help him with his bosses being on his ass I said I would think about it, but I'm going to email them soon to say I won't be transferring. I don't know how Garcia found out but she didn't let me explain that I wasn't even leaving. Then all of you barged in and I just thought it would be funny to let you guys believe I was gonna leave."

"And you've had us in suspense for two days?! Do you know how devastated Reid is? He probably thinks that's why you won't speak to him!"

"That's not the reason I don't talk to him, I ignore him because he's a cheater!" Her mouth closed fast after saying those words.

"What do you mean? Did he cheat at poker or something?"

"No, just forget about it."

"Tell me!"

"No necesitas saber," She said in Spanish. Telling Emily she didn't need to know.

"¿Se te olvida a caso que también hablo español?"

"Yes, I totally forgot you spoke Spanish." She placed for a little bit, deciding whether to tell her or not. "I saw Reid and JJ a couple of weeks ago and they were in a very friendly situation, to say the least."

"Were they making out or something?" She shook her head, and Emily smiled. "Listen, I honestly don't think that they have something going on."

"You didn't see what I did."

"That's true, but I am also not emotionally involved."

"I'm not emotionally involved."

"Sure you aren't." She winked, "does Hotch know you're staying?"

"He was there when I turned down the offer originally."

"That little prick, he's mentioned nothing to me!"

"To you? Interesting." Before Emily could correct herself she had already made her way to the sitting area, setting all the dishes and cups. She looked it over one more time before deciding it was good. "I have to change, I will be back in a half-hour. Everybody should be arriving by then, do you mind just checking that everything is good while I'm gone?"

"Yeah, though it seems rather interesting that you're having a birthday party for a 'cheater' don't you think?"

"It's also weird that you expected Hotch to tell you specifically, rather than the team, things like my possible transfer."

"That's not what I meant."

"Oh, but it is."

"No, it's not!"

"Yes, it is, now bye!" With those last words, she exited the building.

She paced her room. She had about thirty minutes before Spencer arrived and she was about ten minutes away, so she still had some time to figure out what she was going to say or do once the party began. She knew someone would tell him it was she who organized the party, and that would only raise more questions about her current behavior towards him.

"I had already planned it, and I couldn't get a reimbursement for the salon." She said to the mirror. "No, that might be too mean. How about, Whatever else is going on, I am glad you're alive. No, that's too nice." She rubbed her eyes, frustrated with her responses, and then, the best idea she would come up with came to her and she couldn't pass up the opportunity.

Would it backfire? Most likely, but that didn't mean she wasn't gonna try her best for it to not. With one final look at the mirror, she grabbed her keys and made her way to the venue. When she arrived all the cars from her co-workers were parked, except for JJ's, who out of the goodness of her heart had offered to drive the birthday boy. She wouldn't be surprised if Will didn't attend the event, because that would give them some alone time. Absorbed by this thought she almost didn't notice that almost immediately after she exited her car, JJ, Spencer and Will pulled up in their car. When she noticed them she squealed and ducked, but it had been a little too loud, as all three of them turned to her and saw as she very awkwardly tried to hide by ducking next to her car. She sighed and stood up, waving at the trio.

"Dropped a contact." She weakly explained.

"You don't use contracts, nor glasses for that matter." Spencer reminded her.

"No, but my friend does, and she left them in my car, and when I got out, I ended up dropping one."

"Well, it might be time to go in," JJ said, trying to salvage the surprise.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Spencer asked her.

"I... I didn't know I was, it was sort of a last-minute thing."

"Oh, okay." He looked at her expectantly, as if hoping she would acknowledge the date and congratulate him. That was one of the few things that contrasted his serious demeanor, those small moments in which he would just act like a child and have that twinkle in his eyes.

"Anyway, why don't I go ahead and go inside and you guys catch up later."

"No, you can stay with us. I mean, you can be my date. Today doesn't feel like the day to be the third wheel." He gave her another expectant look, hoping she would ask what made today special, or simply acknowledge she knew what day it was. "Besides, we haven't really seen much of each other lately."

"Yeah, life's crazy. Let me take a rain check on that though. I'll see you all later!" She tried to walk inside but he took her arm, preventing her from leaving.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, she's just trying to prevent you from finding out about your surprise birthday party before we get a chance to say surprise." Spoke the one and only Derek Morgan. They turned to find all of their friends at the entrance with amused smiles on their faces.

"Surprise!" They exclaimed and his eyes lit up even more, if that was possible, at the sight.

"Can you let me go now, please?" He nodded and mumbled an apology as he let go of her arm, she moved next to Emily and avoided all eye contact with everybody.

"Way to go champ, you almost ruined it." The woman jokingly whispered in her ear.

"Happy birthday Spencer!" Everybody said.

"Thank you guys, this means so much to me. I can't believe you all took the time to plan this."

"Actually, it was all-"

"Emily! This was all Emily's idea." She exclaimed before JJ could finish the sentence.

"Well, thank you so much, Emily." He said to her. She couldn't help but notice a small hint of disappointment in his tone, but she decided to not read too much into it.

"Yeah, you're welcome." This one said, shooting a glance at her friend. "How about we go inside and get some food?" Everybody cheered and they all made their way to the table that she had set up earlier.

"So my idea, huh?" She mumbled.

"Shut up Emily, you don't need to read into everything."

"I'm not reading into stuff, it's all just out in the open."

"Whatever."

The dinner had gone great, everyone seemed to be having a great time, especially the birthday boy, though something kept bugging him and she wasn't sure what it was.

"So, have you made a decision about your transfer?" He directly asked her once the conversation had died down.

"Are you asking me?"

"Is anyone else considering a transfer?"

"Touche." She instinctively looked at Emily and Hotch, who casually were sitting next to each other, 'out in the open' she immediately thought. Emily gave her a pointed look while her boss simply nodded slightly. "I'm still thinking. Luke made some really interesting points about the position."

"For example, his deep voice." Emily teased.

"A raise in salary." She countered.

"How do you even know Agent Alvez? I heard of him, but I didn't even know what he looked like before this week." Garcia questioned.

"He was a mentor, per se, when I was finishing up my courses at the academy. I ended up going on my first mission as a graduate with him and his team, I was actually going to start with them when Hotch requested me for the BAU."

Everybody seemed a little impressed by this knowledge. It was true she never really shared her stories, and it was mostly because they were filled with embarrassment, but this was work-related, so it seemed okay.

There seemed to be more questions emerging but before they could be asked, footsteps were heard at the entrance, and soon enough, Anna, Tyler, her aunt Becky (Anna's mother), and her mom walked in.

"Who in the-"

"Happy birthday to my favorite son-in-law!" Her mother cheered and before he even had a chance to stand up he was already engulfed into a hug.

"Son-in-law? Reid, is there something we need to know?" Questioned Derek.

"What are you guys doing here?" She spoke, feeling her throat dry out.

"Well, your mom told us it was Spencer's birthday and that you organized a birthday dinner for him, so we thought we would stop by and congratulate him," Anna said.

"Wait, that's your mom?!" Garcia asked.

"Is there something you two need to share with the rest of us?" This time the question came from Hotch.

She turned to the uninvited guests and gave them the fakest smile to ever exist. "Family, can I have a word with you all, outside? Now."

"Aren't you gonna introduce us to your team?" Her cousin asked, a smile playing on her lips.

"Yes, of course." She turned to Emily, begging with her eyes for help.

"Aaron, do you mind coming with me to my car. I seemed to have left something there."

"Right now?"

"Yes right now. It's important." She basically dragged him out of the venue, and she took a deep breath.

"Well, Mother, Anna, Tyler, and Aunt Becky," she signaled to the uninvited attendees. "This is my team, Penelope Garcia, SSA Morgan, SSA Jareau, and her husband detective Will, SSA Rossi, and you already know Dr. Reid. Team, this is my family."

"Pardon me if I sound rude by pointing this out, but you seem familiar," Derek mentioned.

"Well duh, we're one of the wealthiest families out there. The Blackwood family is very well known, and we've had our fair share of magazine covers." Anna said with glee.

"Blackwood? Wait, that's your last name, but you go by-"

"ANYWAY!" She interrupted JJ, "let us congratulate the birthday boy and celebrate, let's worry about titles later!" She grabbed her mother away from Spencer and placed her and the rest of her family in additional chairs that were part of the venue.

"So, how old are you turning Spencer?" Tyler asked, with a hint of annoyance.

"Thirty." The mentioned responded. Both of them stared at each other and she couldn't decide if what was happening between them was pure hatred or sexual tension.

"I thought you didn't like older men that much."

"It is of wise people to change their mind." She responded.

"I honestly feel like I am missing so much information right now," Derek said out loud.

"Same." JJ and Penelope added.

"I think I have a somewhat good idea of what's happening," Rossi said.

"Well, as a gift from me and my daughter, here are the keys to the Noire museum downtown. I personally think it would be fantastic for your children to grow up going there every weekend or something."

"Mother!" She exclaimed.

"Thank you, but I can't accept that, it is too much." Spencer intervened.

"Nonsense. You are the only son-in-law I will ever have; let my daughter and I spoil you."

"Yes Reid, let your future mother and future wife spoil you," Rossi spoke, a hint of glee in his eyes.

"Have you proposed already?!"

"No!" They both exclaimed. She had no idea how much more of this she could take.

"Okay, let me get this straight, Reid and you have been dating, and you didn't tell any of us?! How long has this been going on?"

"Well-"

"One year, and about four months, right cousin?" Anna was asking to get murdered.

"Actually, it's one year five months, and six days since we met, but we've only been together for one year three months and 4 days. Unless I confused my numbers again." He gave her a look and she fought the urge to not smile. Sure, she had to pretend they were a couple, but she was still mad at him.

"Reid getting his numbers wrong?" Will whispered.

"Yeah, because of his dyslexia," Tyler said as if it was obvious.

"Of course, his dyslexia! How could we forget Will?" JJ added. She looked completely surprised and kept glancing back between Spencer and her, but her tone was controlled, making sure the non-profilers in the room would not see through her. She couldn't help but wonder if the blonde was at all upset by the situation, after all, if she was right JJ was Spencer's girlfriend. The reminder made her frown, but she soon erased it from her face: one problem at a time.

"Well, this was grand, getting to know each other but I am sure you guys have a long drive and-"

"Don't worry cousin, we made time for the party. After all, Spencer is practically family, and you two are just so perfect for each other."

After her words, the steps of Emily and Hotch made the room go silent. He gave her a knowing look and took his previous seat as well as her friend who gave her a wink. This was going to be a disaster.

"So cousin, you guys hadn't told anybody about your relationship? Why keep it a secret?"

"The FBI has very strict policies, and both agents needed to demonstrate that their work in the field would not be affected by their relationship, and it hasn't," Aaron said, giving her a faint nod.

"Wait, but what does that mean for your transfer?" Garcia asked. Her eyes opened in shock because nothing could ever go right.

"What transfer?" Her aunt Becky questioned.

"I got offered a position with the team I did my first case with. But that's really not gonna change my relationship with Spencer. It's not like I'm leaving the country if I accept it. If anything I would spend more time in D.C."

"Interesting."

"Listen, family, I really appreciated having you here and taking the time to come and congratulate Spencer, I'm sure he's so happy that you guys could be here, but it's getting late and since all of us have to be back in the office tomorrow morning we're probably gonna call it a night soon."

"Of course darling." Her mother winked at her and Spencer as if suggesting that was not the reason the two wanted people gone.

"Before we leave though, we would love to get a picture of the two of you. It's not every day you get to celebrate your partner's birthday number thirty." The annoying blonde she had for a cousin suggested.

"Maybe another time."

"No, I think that's a great idea." Morgan chipped.

"Sure, why not?" Spencer said casually.

Was this man crazy? Did he not understand that their boss was right there and this could cost them their careers?!

She sighed and approached the brunette she placed her arms around his torso as he enveloped her in a hug, they smiled for the camera and waited a few seconds for pictures to be taken.

"Now Kiss!" Anna said and followed by that Garcia and Morgan joined her in a chorus of "kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss." The rest of the team, except for Hotch joined in, and she made sure to remember to kill Emily at her next best opportunity.

She cursed internally and turned her face, meeting his eyes for the first time in days. Sure, they had made accidental eye contact from time to time in the last few days, but she had tried her hardest to make it rare, and now she felt somewhat vulnerable. He gave her a small nod and leaned in, his lips touching hers ever so softly. It had been over two months since they had last kissed, but she could remember the taste as if it was yesterday.

A couple of minutes and cheers later they broke apart, his hand immediately reaching for hers. She tried not to wince or remove it, but it seemed like an impossible challenge.

"So cute!" The woman said, disgust in her voice. "Anyway, happy birthday Spence, here are some books that we thought you might like." She placed them on the table and attempted to walk towards him and hug him, but both she and Spencer made it clear that was not an option. There was something about her spanking him during the retreat that didn't really sit well with either of them. "You two are just made for each other, aren't you?" She commented before walking back towards her husband.

"Happy birthday Spencer, I hope the next time we see each other it's to ask me about an engagement ring." Her mother squeezed his cheeks and planted a kiss on each one to later repeat the process on her daughter. Aunt Becky simply waved and Tyler gave the couple a head nod before the four left the building.

There was a silence, she let go of his hand rather abruptly and separated herself from him a couple of inches as the rest of the team observed them. "Should I go set up the karaoke machine?" She asked as she tried to navigate the room.

"You should tell us why none of us knew the two of you were a thing," Morgan said.

"Agreed." The rest of the team said.

"Really, Emily you too?"

"That kiss made me doubt."

"Let me just make sure they're gone." She walked towards the entrance, as her mother's vehicle drove away she sighed with relief and made her way back to the table. "All right, let us get this over with."

"Why didn't you tell us you two were dating?" Penelope asked.

"Because we're not." She responded.

"Really? Then what was all that?" Morgan arched an eyebrow, clearly not impressed by her response.

"I asked Dr. Reid to pretend to be my boyfriend for a family event because my cousin kept telling me she was better than me and I was gonna end up alone because I was horrible and-" everybody observed her, the message clear. "Okay, she didn't say that exactly but the intention was clear! Anyway, because he went with me now my family thinks we're a couple and we have to pretend we are."

"That can't be it, please tell me you're lying and you two are actually in love," Penelope begged.

"Sorry, but Dr. Reid and I are simply co-workers who got caught in a big lie because of my big mouth." She shrugged, "Hotch, I promise, you have nothing to worry about."

"I know." He said, but something in his tone suggested otherwise.

"But that kiss though. It seemed more real than it should." JJ pointed out.

She looked at her, wanting to say something to hint that she knew about her and Spencer and that she knew that comment was coming from a place of jealousy, but she decided against it. She simply rolled her eyes, as if disregarding said kiss and made her way to the karaoke machine.

After everyone had moved on from the conversation and had begun cheering at those who participated by singing one or two songs, she decided to take a little break and get some air.

“If I didn’t know any better I would say you hate me or something.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Then what is it, because ignoring me and barely answering me isn’t cutting it anymore. I thought we were friends.”

“JJ, there are just some things that I can’t condone.”

“Like what?”

“Cheating.”

“I didn’t cheat, I was the first one to the office, so I grabbed the first doughnut. I am sorry if you liked chocolate glazed ones.”

“I am not talking about that! Though I am a little upset about that too!”

“Then what did I do?”

“Are you sleeping with Spencer?”

After those words came out of her mouth and JJ processed them, the blonde couldn’t help but laugh her ass off. She observed as the woman continued to laugh without a sign of stopping soon. “Me, and Spencer?” she asked between laughs, “Have you seen this?” She pointed at the ring in her hand and began to draw images with her hands as if hoping to represent that she was married, and she and Spencer were nothing but friends, she even confessed to her second pregnancy, something only Spencer knew about. But the other woman didn’t really understand, she thought everything was signaling at her avoiding to answer. “You are a funny one! Now, let’s go back inside, I will buy you a whole box of glazed doughnuts on Monday.” She managed to say as she continued to laugh, “me and Spencer? Hilarious!”

After watching her enter the venue, she waited before following suit. The whole scene seemed bizarre at best. Her confrontation had backfired and now she was back to square one on that front. On the bright side, she would be getting her chocolate glazed doughnuts so not everything was lost.

After two more hours, the venue was completely empty. Though they didn't have to go into the office the next day as she had told her mother, they all were more than happy to sleep early when given the opportunity. She had stayed behind to clean up some of the areas, hoping to make it easier for the cleaning crew the next morning.

"Do you need help with that?"

She jumped at the voice. "Jesus! What is it with you people and trying to give me a heart attack?" She said to the brunette.

"Sorry, I just wanted to help."

"Shouldn't you be heading home?"

"That's the thing, JJ and Will got a call from the nanny and they had to go. I was in the restroom, so I didn't know and they, well they left me behind." He looked really embarrassed by the situation.

Don't do it, she told herself. Don't say the words that you're thinking, she urged. "I can give you a ride home." She said despite her best efforts.

"Thank you."

"Yeah, no problem."

She turned back to her duty and the silence that engulfed them was so awkward she almost backed out from giving him a ride home.

"What did I do?"

"Excuse me?"

"I'm a profiler, you know? And I'd like to think I'm good at my job. I know you're mad at me, I just wish I knew why."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Please, I can't keep going on like this. I miss you, I miss spending time together, joking around, and just being us. I really miss it and I will do anything so we can go back to being friends."

"Dr. Reid, six months ago we weren't even friends." She pointed out.

"But four days ago we were."

"Are you sleeping with JJ?" She blurted out before she processed the words.

His face went from confusion to amusement and soon he was laughing his ass off. Great, now both of them had laughed at her.

"Me and JJ? You do know she's married, right?" He said between laughs.

"Not everyone that gets married is faithful."

"You're mad at me because you thought JJ was cheating on Will with me? Why would you even think that?"

"I saw you two at the office the other day."

"JJ asked me to be the godfather of her second child. She's pregnant. And no, it's not mine." His smile grew wider as the laughter stopped as if knowing she thought he was cheating was the best news he could receive.

"Oh." She mumbled, everything making sense. JJ’s reaction, the whole signing, and laughing. The idea seemed so foreign to both of them she couldn’t help but feel like an idiot for thinking it to be a possibility. She wanted to hide under a rock and never come out again. How could she possibly think that the two of them would do such a thing? Now that she had all the pieces the idea seemed so far-fetched she couldn't even understand what led her down that path. "I-I'm sorry, I interpreted everything wrong."

"I'm glad you did though." He said, placing his hand on her shoulder. "It gave me a really important insight."

"About what?"

"I need to tell you something." He said, and his other hand moved a strand of hair behind her ear. She couldn't help but think this was all too similar to a movie and how horrible that was, and yet how much she wished she was part of a movie in that precise moment. A part of her already knew where this was going and she felt all bubbly inside at the notion. "I like you."

"I like you too Spencer. You're my best friend." She spoke, completely shattering her internalized movie.

"No, I like you romantically. If it was up to me that kiss would have not been as short nor as innocent as it was."

"Why are you being a dumbass?" She said as she pushed his hands off her shoulders. "Quit playing, let's get you home."

He shook his head, slightly annoyed by how dense she was. "Will you please stop for a minute? I am trying to tell you about my feelings for you because I have been hiding them for days and every time I see you I want to kiss you and hold your hand. When I saw Luke and you, first I thought he was kind of hot, but then I saw him as a threat, and I was dying to punch him in the face. Because I want to be more than your best friend. I've probably wanted to be more than your friend for a really long time, but it took Emily barging into my hotel room and scaring Derek into the cafeteria for me to realize it and now I know that you must feel something for me, otherwise why on earth would you get so upset about the idea of JJ and I having an affair?  So, can you please put the pieces together and come here so we can make out in the middle of a salon on my birthday like I dreamt last night?"

"You're joking, right?" She said, her heartbeat speeding up, half of her body wanting to run and the other half wanting to do exactly what Spencer had suggested. Well, it was more of an eighty percent for staying and twenty percent for running.

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"You actually like me?"

"Yes! And I'm pretty sure you like me."

"I mean, sure, you're funny and a great friend. Not to mention cute, well I guess we have to be honest here, you're hot, like really hot, but just because I see that doesn't mean I like you, does it?"

"Do you want to kiss me right now?"

"Yes! Wait, no! I mean yes! I-"

"Let me help you out a little with that." Before she could ask how Spencer had already shortened the distance between them, placing his lips on her. This was the first time they had kissed without an audience, or as a part of their fake relationship. To prove how real this was, Spencer didn't hold back. First, his hands were on her cheeks, but they slowly moved to her hair, hips, and pretty much anywhere he could find. Hers never left his hair, appreciating how soft it actually was and the fact that despite his immense love of his hair and that he despised people touching it, not once had he complained.

She thought back on her conversations with Emily, on how Reid always made her feel safe. Sitting on a couch with her head resting on his shoulder had felt so right, and the idea of losing him to JJ had made her spiral. She knew that Will's feelings were not going to be the only ones hurt if it had been true. She wanted him.

She liked him.

It was so ridiculously obvious that she had to laugh. One would think metaphorically, but since she can't ever have a good moment without ruining it, her body decided to actually laugh, interrupting what had become a heated make-out session. As she tried to stop her laughter, he looked at her, confused.

"That bad?"

"What?" She said between laughter, "no! It's not that, it's just that I am so dumb. How did I not see that I like you so fucking much?" She continued, her laugh subsiding. "Spencer Reid, will you be my real boyfriend?"

"This has to be the best birthday present ever." He smiled, “but I don’t know if I am convinced by this offer."

"How about I second it by offering a make-out session in my car, and instead of driving you to your apartment, you can stay with me tonight?"

"Yes, please!"

“Is that a deal then?”

“How could I ever say no to you.”

After what seemed like a lifetime, but also a blink of an eye, they had made their way to her apartment. His shirt was wrinkled, and both their lips were read as can be. The small hickeys that he had graciously given her were now on full display as her neck was left exposed. She opened the door and he stepped inside after her, making sure to close and lock the entrance.

“Before we go any further, I need to ask.”

“No, Spencer, I am not a virgin.” She responded with a smile.

“That’s not what I was going to ask.” She observed him, encouraging him to continue. “Are you seriously thinking of leaving the BAU to go work with that jerk?”

“First off, he’s not a jerk. You don’t need to be jealous; Luke and I are just friends. And secondly, I turned down the offer as soon as he presented it to me. I was just giving you all a hard time.”

He frowned, clearly not as amused by that knowledge as she was. “There is something you should know.”

“What is it?” Her smile faded as his expression turned to a serious and concerned one.

“I sleep on the right side of the bed.”

“But you said-“

“I know what I said, I simply didn’t want you to feel bad, so I took the left side.”

“Spencer…” They almost fell as she crashed her lips to his. For others, this simple gesture might seem like nothing but knowing he would do something just to accommodate her was somehow so amazing and heartwarming. This knowledge summed by her newfound feelings were giving her the urge to pull him to her bedroom right then and there, but sadly for her, there were still certain things that needed to be addressed. “Before I undress you, and trust me I am dying to do that, I need to request something from you.”

“Anything.”

“Stop wearing tight pants to work.”

“Excuse me?”

“You have a very nice ass, I have noticed. And recently you have decided to use dress pants that don’t let me forget about this knowledge. We need to keep our relationship secret, at least for the time being, and watching you in those pants is not gonna help me, at all.”

“On one condition.”

“Yes?”

“You need to stop wearing blue.”

“But it’s my favorite color!”

“I know, and you look really good in it, like really good. It’s not good for me.” He planted a soft kiss on her neck, and that alone would have made her agreed to pretty much anything he asked.

“Okay, yes.”

“Good, now can we please get to business.”

“Never call us having sex business again.”

“Noted, as long as this isn’t the only time we have sex.”

“As if.”

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ABO (A) Aizawa Shota & (A) Yamada Hizashi x (O) Reader Road Trip

Word count: 1977

Warnings: None

Title: ABO (A) Aizawa Shota & (A) Yamada Hizashi x (O) Reader Road Trip

Summary: Your Alphas and you go on a road trip and things start off a little rocky. 

(Gif is not mine credit to the lovely owner) 

💤🎤-It was going to be a relaxing weekend. Your Alphas and you were gonna head up towards the mountains and relax in a cabin you rented. It was supposed to be a blissful break from work and stress.

💤🎤-Packing everything in the car and waking up super early to start the drive over was a tab bit stressful but once everyone was in the car things settled down.

💤🎤-Hizashi drew the short stick and had to drive the first half of the way.

💤🎤-You spent the first half of the drive cuddling with Shota in the back seat. The whole back seat had an abundance of pillows and blankets since you had to take some nesting materials with you.

💤🎤-You had snuggled with your sleeping Alpha for a while before pulling away after an hour. Even asleep your Alpha knew something was missing. He kept shuffling around looking for you.

💤🎤-To calm him you took off your hoodie and put it on a pillow.

💤🎤-As soon as it was in his arms he calmed down and slumped back against his seat. You played on your phone and talked with your blond mate for a bit before he decided it was Shota’s turn to drive.

💤🎤-He pulled off at a gas station and turned around in his seat.

💤🎤-“Sho! It’s your turn to drive, babe.” He smiled, poking his mate awake. The dark-haired male used to his mate’s abrupt wake-up calls merely blinks his eyes open and sends him a soft glare.

💤🎤-You lean over and give him a peck on the lips. “Wake up, mate. I can’t wait to get to the cabin and have us all snuggle in front of the fireplace.” You hummed, scenting him a bit.

💤🎤-Your sleepy Alpha purred at the thought. He tiredly nodded and went to open the car door.

💤🎤-“I’m gonna go get some coffee to wake me up.” He climbed out of the car, holding your hand when you followed him out.

💤🎤-Your blond mate had taken to filling up the car. You leaned up and gave him a kiss too. He was all too eager to pepper your face in kisses in return.

💤🎤-“I’m gonna go to the restroom.” You informed, walking with Shota into the gas station.

💤🎤-You asked the Alpha at the counter where the restrooms were and he gave you a key before pointing you outside to the side of the building. You thanked him and left.

💤🎤-Shota made himself a steaming cup of black coffee before paying the cashier and leaving. He also bought a couple of snacks he knew you and Hizashi would like once you guys felt peckish.

💤🎤-His brain was still trying to wake up. Shota climbed into the driver’s seat and sipped his coffee. He placed the bag into the driver’s seat.

💤🎤-He put his cup in the cup holder and rested his eyes for a bit. He heard the car door open and then close. A few seconds later he heard it open again before shutting a final time. He took a quick glance at the rearview mirror and saw two hooded figures cuddling in the back.

💤🎤-His loud mate was already entering dreamland. With a small sigh, he turned the key and drove off.

💤🎤-What he didn’t know was that you were still in the bathroom washing your hands.

***

💤🎤-You had walked out of the bathroom swinging the keys around on your finger. You walked back into the store and handed them over to the cashier. You eyed the chocolate bars and chips and browsed your way through them.

💤🎤-You picked out your favorites before walking back up to the friendly cashier.

💤🎤-“How’s it going?” You asked, reaching into your back pocket to get your wallet.

💤🎤-“It has been good. Not a lot of customers come around here.” He answered, ringing up your purchases.

💤🎤-“Ya, I bet.” You nodded, before realizing your back pocket was empty. You must have forgotten it in the car. You knew you didn’t need to bring a purse on this trip so you just decided to travel light and bring your wallet if you needed it.

💤🎤-Your mates were all too quick to pay for whatever you wanted.

💤🎤-“I left my wallet in the car. Let me go get it.” You awkwardly laughed, nodding your head towards the door.

💤🎤-“That’s fine.”

💤🎤-You walked out and headed towards the car that should have been at the gas pump. The black car SUV was nowhere to be found. You thought they might have pulled up to the parking lot while they waited for you so you looked left and right.

💤🎤-Not a car in sight. Your Omega was kinda shocked into silence at your mate’s abrupt absence. How could they forget about you?

💤🎤-You were in a state of shock as well. You walked back in and blankly stared at the Alpha. He smelled your slightly distressed scent and leaned over the counter trying to see what caused your shift in mood.

💤🎤-“Is everything okay?” He asked he peered down at you.

💤🎤-“My Alpha’s seemed to have left without me.” You could barely get the words out.

💤🎤-“Oh.” The Alpha didn’t know what to say. Did they leave you on purpose? The Alpha had heard of such occasions happening before.

💤🎤-“Can I use your phone? I left mine in the car too.” You asked, clutching your arms around you.

💤🎤-“Yeah. No problem.” He handed it over.

💤🎤-You called a few times but no one answered. You softly handed it back.

💤🎤-“No answer.” You mumbled, not knowing what to do now.

💤🎤-“We get pretty bad service so it might not be going through if they are heading up the mountain already.” He explained, offering you a soft smile. His Alpha was honestly confused about what to do with the lone Omega.

💤🎤-What if they started chirping? The Alpha she came in with was pretty intimidating as is and you had two! He wasn’t ready to die if they came in to see you chirping in distress with him nearby.

💤🎤-“Yeah. I guess so.” You accepted his words.

💤🎤-“Would you like to sit in my office until they come back?” He offered, hoping it didn’t come off as creepy.

💤🎤-You felt pretty safe with the kind Alpha. You kinda got a brother-like vibe from him. Plus Sho had taught you how to get a guy on the floor in under five seconds so you felt safe with that knowledge.

💤🎤-“Sure.” You agreed, looking down at the pile of snacks on the counter.

💤🎤-“I should probably put these back first.” You uttered, reaching to grab them.

💤🎤-“You don’t have to. You can pay for them when your mates get back.” The Alpha picked up a few and lead you to the back.

💤🎤-“Thank you.” You beamed, your Omega really wanted sweets to help comfort her.

💤🎤-With that, you joined him in the office.

***

💤🎤-It was an hour later when Shota started nearing the entrance to the lodge you would have to get your key from and then drive up to the cabin that you rented. The unopened bags of snacks caught his eye and he looked in the rearview mirror.

💤🎤-“Do you...” The words died on his lips when he only saw one mate sleeping in the back seat. His foot instantly hit the brakes. The car screeched to a stop. He was glad no one was behind him.

💤🎤-Zashi was instantly awake and frantically looking around for danger.

💤🎤-“What?” He rushed, looking out the windows. He clutched the pillow with your hoodie tighter.

💤🎤-“Y/N is not here,” Shota shouted, looking around the car like you would suddenly pop up.

💤🎤-“What!?”  Zashi’s seat belt caught as he bolted forward. He looked to the front seat and saw only a bag of snacks occupying it.

💤🎤-“I swear I heard the door close twice! I thought she was cuddling with you in the back!” He was quick to whip the car around.

💤🎤-“My hair got stuck on the door, that was me! I thought she was in the front seat with you!” Hizashi was hysterical, he started breathing deeply into the pillow. Taking in your scent to calm him down.

💤🎤-Both of their inner Alphas pacing around at the news.    

💤🎤-“How long have you been driving?” Zashi yelled, hopping into the front seat shoving the snacks out of the way.

💤🎤-“An hour.” Shota’s voice cracked, he was deeply upset that he didn’t notice until now. What type of Alpha was he?

💤🎤-“An hour!” Hizashi nearly fainted, his mate was at a lone gas station for over an hour. His hero job always made him think of the worst when it came to situations like this. You weren’t helpless but still, his mind raced with all types of horrible things that could have happened.

💤🎤-“See if you can find the gas station and call them.” Shota tossed his phone at his equally frantic mate.

💤🎤-He did just that but the calls went unanswered.

💤🎤-You and the Alpha who name you found out was named Akio were too busy playing poker in the back office. You had a mountain of chocolate bars on the line and you weren’t about to lose them.

💤🎤-“They’re not answering!”  Hizashi cried, sniffing your pillow even more.

💤🎤-“Hand it over.” Sho rushed, reaching for the pillow.

💤🎤-The rest of the ride Sho wore your too-tight jacket while Zashi cradled the pillow. Shota might have been speeding over the limit on his way back down the mountain.

***

💤🎤-You had just won a mound of candy when you heard a car screech outside and the gas station door slam open.

💤🎤-“Y/N! Omega!” Zashi yelled he might have slipped and activated his quirk.

💤🎤-You peeked your head out from the back. Your Omega was happy that your Alphas were finally here but she was a tiny bit more excited about all the sweets she just won.

💤🎤-“Alphas?” You tilted your head.

💤🎤-“Omega!” You usually quiet Alpha shouted, barreling towards you.

💤🎤-You were instantly pulled into a tight hug. Your Omega instantly purred. Maybe they were a little bit better than sweets.

💤🎤-“I am so sorry I left you.” Sho’s voice wobbled, he buried his head in your hair.

💤🎤-“It’s fine.” You soothed, not liking that your Alpha was tearing himself up. You had felt a little hurt when you found out he forgot about you but you knew he would never intentionally drive off without you.

💤🎤-“I nearly had a heart attack when I woke up and Shota said you weren’t in the car with us.” Zashi leaned down to scent you.

💤🎤-“I swear I am gonna start taking attendance now before I even set my foot on the pedal,” Shota mumbled, holding both of his mates tighter.

💤🎤-You just giggled, glad to be back in your mate’s arms.

***

💤🎤-All three of you laid down on the plush couch that sat in front of the fireplace. A pile of sweets scattered the coffee table. You were lazily chewing on a chocolate bar.

💤🎤-“This is great. I am glad we took this trip.” Zashi stretched spreading his arms to reach his other mate on the other side of you. Shota wasn’t gonna leave your side anytime soon,

💤🎤-“I can’t wait to hike up the mountain tomorrow. I heard the scenery is beautiful.” You hummed, leaning your head on your blond mate’s shoulder.

💤🎤-“Yeah, we have to make sure we don’t leave you on the top of the mountain before heading down.”  Zashi chuckled, he only stopped when he noticed Sho’s deadly glare.

💤🎤-“Too soon, babe?”

This was the draft I accidentally posted. Lol For those who knew this was coming thanks for your silent support. I hope you enjoy! 💛🖤 Please reblog and leave a note if you enjoyed it!

[my-arlington-academia]

Cliffany part 2

O-kay, and that’s it! I don’t know if I’ll write a continuation tbh since it was just a silly little idea that came out of nowhere. (Although I did have some ideas for more!) I haven’t really been active on my fanblog lately so it’s not like it’ll make much of a difference though haha. By the way, I’m thinking about making my blog more "Dulcet-oriented" rather than just SE. I hope you guys don’t mind? Recently, I’ve been getting more and more into Black Tarot! So expect my blog to change a lil 🔮🕯🌌

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It had been a couple of days now since Tiffany’s last interaction with Claire, and while she was still ignoring her like before, Tiffany’s efforts in doing so had increased. The moment she spotted her in the corner of her eye, she would move at a faster pace, as if running away. Was it guilt after all? No, she just didn’t have the energy to deal with Claire’s annoying and unnecessary empathy. The empathy that she knew she didn’t deserve which made her feel even more frustrated towards Claire.

All she should be worried about right now is getting more followers on Instaglam, not avoiding a nobody like the plague. On that note, spring was coming soon, the flowers started to blossom and the days were getting longer which meant... that the "cottagecore" tag on insta would go trending soon, no doubt! And of course, living on the Arlington campus as one of its students, this gave Tiffany the access to its beautiful garden. Although honestly, she only ever went there to take pictures and this time wasn’t any different. She had prepared some tea sets and dresses for the occasion, all of which she would throw away once spring went away along with its "trends."

Carried by her confident footsteps, she walked to the garden. That confidence was only a facade though. She knew exactly what kind of people and who in particular went to take strolls quite often in this goddamn garden. But hey, it was 7pm and the sun would soon start to set. Knowing that Claire always arrives 15 minutes in advance to any meeting and most likely always wakes up at 6am, there was nothing to be worried about. Chances are, she was either doing her homework before going to bed like a goody-two-shoes or watering her weird-ass plants. Tiffany always had the horror of seeing these at Raquel’s parties. It just didn’t fit at all with the rest of what was going on in the room and ruined the whole "party" vibe.

In any case, there she was, searching for a good spot to take pictures and set up a fake picnic. That basket filled with different colored blankets, tea sets, biscuits, tea and a pie was way heavier than Tiffany had initially thought. Maybe she really should’ve asked for collab pictures with Trisha from the fine arts department. She didn’t really like her but when it came to follower count they were surprisingly close, although Tiffany was still number one of course. Still, if she had asked for a collab they could’ve carried those heavy props together.

After finding a good spot next to the pond, Tiffany set everything up in an aesthetically pleasing manner and got down to taking the pictures. She was taking different shots to post them one by one throughout the week and give out the illusion that she was taking those the same day she posted them. She was ready to upload the first one, call it a day and go back to the dorms without touching any of the tea or cakes. It’s all just useless calories anyways. As she was putting the tags on the picture, she started wondering what were the names of those flowers in the background.

"Ugh, fuck. What are those orange shits called again?"

"Marigolds."

"Ah right, thank y-"

Tiffany immediately snapped her head back. This annoyingly gentle voice could only belong to one person.

"...What the fuck, Claire. Where did you pop out from?!"

There’s no was she was there the whole time, right? It’s true that Tiffany could get lost in what she was doing once she was focused but it wasn’t to the point where she became completely unaware of her surroundings.

"I came by a few minutes ago... Y-you looked so invested in what you were doing that I didn’t want to bother you! I didn’t mean to pry."

Well, Tiffany could always upload those damn pictures from her room. Claire’s arrival just meant that it was time for her to leave. However, seeing that Tiffany started packing up her things, Claire panicked thinking that it’s her fault. Which was in fact, her fault... in a way.

"O-oh! You’re not going to finish your picnic? I’m so sorry, I’ll just leave! Throwing all of this good food away would be such a waste-"

"Are you fucking dumb?"

Did she not get that this was all only a set-up for taking pictures? It was obvious that Tiffany didn’t have any intention of eating or drinking any of that. Not to mention that after everything that happened the other day, she was still not scared of approaching her?

"I don’t give a damn about the food, it was just for my social media accounts you dumb bit- ... dimwit. I was already done anyway so you don’t have anything to do with the fact that I’m leaving."

"I see! T-then maybe I can help?!"

Help? What did Claire even know about- Actually, on second thought. This whole "cottagecore" shtick was a great fit for Claire. She probably already had all of the things Tiffany bought last week for those pictures, even better and more authentic-looking ones probably. This was maybe the one and only time Tiffany would let Claire "help" her. But from her point of view, she was mostly just using her.

"Hm. Is that so? How can you help me then... Claire."

"Wait just a second! I’ll be back right away!!!"

She ran immediately towards the dorms. Well, she'll probably bring a bunch of random stuff. In the end, Tiffany was really torn between the idea of staying and waiting for who knows how long and the idea of leaving right now. Surely, Claire would make a hilarious expression when she’d realize that she was played with and abandoned. While trying to laugh it off, Tiffany accidentally remembered what happened a few days ago, along with Claire’s crying face. Damn... Okay, fine. She’ll wait for her but only because it would be annoying if she bawled again like a damn toddler.

And so she waited until, from the corner of her eyes, she saw a girl with a pink dress running towards her. That girl, of course, being Claire. She carried a picnic basket with her too, but much bigger and more practical. For half a second, Tiffany thought that Claire actually looked maybe, just maybe, a little bit pretty. She erased the thought in a hurry, covering it with harsh words as usual.

"Wh-why did you change your clothes? You think I’m gonna take pictures of you?"

"Ah, no, well..."

Claire looked at the beautiful picnic set-up and the cyan dress Tiffany was wearing.

"I just wanted to fit in with the rest of what you put up, I guess. Also, don’t you think that we kinda match? I brought some of the cookies I baked and my favorite teas and tea set. I think mine will look better with your picnic blanket! Uh- N-not to say that yours looks bad!!!"

She was trying so hard to make herself likable that it was painful to see... and kinda cute. God, Tiffany was really hating her thoughts today. She was just going soft because of Claire’s aura or something. Again, this was definitely the first and last time she was letting Claire help her with anything. I’d be bad if she turns completely brain-dead and clueless like her.

"...Whatever. Show me what you got. I’ll decide if it’s good enough."

Claire was pulling everything out of the basket one by one. Everytime, better and better items were pulled out after the other. Her cakes and cookies gave off a "homey" feeling which was more fitting with the aesthetic rather than Tiffany’s store bought patisseries. Claire was staring at her, wide-eyed and excited.

"W-what do you think, Tiffany? It looks good, doesn’t it?!"

"Uh. Yeah, it’s fine, I guess. I’ll take a few pics."

That was a lie. This looked so much better than the try-hard bullshit Tiffany had done. She was good at riding on the "trend wave" but Claire was a natural when it came to this one specific thing. Tiffany was trying to look as poker-faced as she could so as to not show her satisfaction, but clearly, her apparent enthusiasm for each shot was  betraying her. Sometimes, she would accidentally take one with Claire in the shot and ask her to move.

"Hey. You’re ruining the picture with your ugly fac- dress. Move to the right."

Before Tiffany could even do anything about it, Claire was already pouring some tea into 2 cups.

"Woah woah woah, put the teapot down. I didn’t agree to this."

"But...This is a kettle, Tiffany. Not a teapot."

"Oh, shut it!"

Claire gave off such a dejected face that Tiffany, once again, felt like she was kicking a poor puppy to the ground. She held back on going off on a rant.

"But we’re already here and the weather is so nice! It would be such a shame not to use any of this at all..."

Claire looked around, observing this beautiful setting, not to mention, the sun was finally starting to set. Going home right now would be like an insult to the utter beauty of this scene, it almost looked like it came right out of a fairy tale picture book. Without mulling it over any further, Tiffany took a sip out of her cup.

"I’m only doing this because I feel compelled to, got it?"

Claire’s eyes lit up nonetheless.

"Alright! Please try out my cookies too!"

Tiffany contemplated them for a second... is it true that home-made stuff is more healthy? Surely, that’s just a myth, right? A cake from the store and a home-made cake will have about the same amount of sugar in them regardless of who made them and how. Well, she did see Claire share her food from time to time with her friends and while she would never admit it, it is true that she was a bit curious about trying them herself. What was the last time she had eaten anything "home-made"? Or did it ever even happen?

"...Okay, whatever. I bet they taste shitty."

Tiffany reluctantly took a bite... It was surprisingly really delicious!

"It’s bad."

"R-really?"

As much as she wanted to lie about it, she couldn’t after seeing Claire make that dejected face again.

"Uhhh. No, um. Hmm... On second thought, it’s pretty average. It’s okay-ish."

Tiffany really hated herself right now. Being mean has never been this hard before. She couldn’t wait for the moment where they would be done with this ridiculous play-pretend and go back to her room. She tried drinking and eating as fast as she could without making it look like she was in a hurry to run away from this awkward situation. And God, it was so fucking hard...

Unsurprisingly, they were both pretty silent the whole time. Well, it wasn’t like they had anything to converse about or things in common. Right as Tiffany was about to get up and pack up her belongings, for real this time, Claire spoke up. Nervously fiddling with the hem of her dress.

"Um. So you know, I have something to confess to you, Tiffany."

Oh God, not now. As much as Tiffany found this timing annoying, she couldn’t help but poke fun at that poor choice of words.

"Confess? Oh my, so you like me in that way, huh? That explains everything."

"Wha- N-no! That’s not it! I mean, realistically speaking, t-that would never even happen!"

Was she implying that she could never like someone like Tiffany? Well, Tiffany herself was the one who brought this up but she was a bit offended at that statement. Regardless though, the way she was trying to deny it so hard was kinda cute. No. Not cute at all! If this went on, Tiffany would really become crazy before the end of this day.

"Last time, you said that I was only being kind towards others to profit off of them and I didn’t say anything but... that wasn’t true at all! I always wanted to help you because I thought that you needed it, I swear. Not to satisfy myself! ... Well. Except maybe..."

"Except...?"

"T-today. I admit that I kind of had ulterior motives."

Now that piqued Tiffany’s curiousness right away. Suddenly, she didn’t want to leave as much anymore if it meant that Claire would finally admit that she did some things for her own benefit. Why was it? Did she want to post a picture of herself on Tiffany’s Instaglam to fish for compliments, knowing that she had a lot of followers? Claire hid her face behind her hands and muttered a few words.

"I... wanted you to warm up to me."

"...Huh?"

That’s it? That was it? Claire’s ulterior motive was for Tiffany to "warm up to her."?

"So like, you want us to be friends or some shit?"

"Oh no! Not necessarily that far, just... good acquaintances!"

Is she stupid? There’s no way that she genuinely thinks those "motives" are bad. Tiffany sighed in exasperation.

"Listen. I’m just really tired right now, I don’t have the energy to assimilate all the shit you’re saying. I’m packing all of this up and going back to the dorms."

In complete silence, they gathered all of their belongings and walked to the dorms while keeping a fair distance between the 2 of them. As if to say, "we’ve got nothing to do with each other." Surprisingly, Claire didn’t try anything anymore. Didn’t even wish for a "good night" or a "good evening" which was weird to say the least. Tiffany tried to ignore it and when she got back and unpacked all of the props, she noticed something that didn’t belong to her. One of Claire’s lunch boxes with cookies in them and... a note?

Here’s my number just in case ;3 Please give me my lunchbox back once you’re done eating the cookies!♡

"...Your note makes me wanna barf."

So that’s why she didn’t try anything. That sneaky little... she must've slid that into the basket when they were packing. She already knew that Tiffany would eventually be forced to talk to her again... as if! Who says she’ll return it? She can just throw all the cookies away along with the box... Or so she thought. Tempted, she took a bite, then another one. And another one. Her diet was ruined for sure now. Damn you Claire and your stupidly great cooking skills, as if you needed another skill to be better and more perfect than you already are. Tiffany put the box away, trying to forget the delicious taste and smell. Back to Instaglam she goes. Uploading the picture while adding the "marigold" tag on it. Going through the pictures again, she noticed that some of them had Claire in the corner. She was thinking of deleting them but... well whatever. She can just crop her out later if needed. Her dress looks pretty so it’s fine even if she does appear in the pictures. All we see is a bit of her hair, as long as her face isn’t visible, it’s okay. Yup. It was totally not because Tiffany was slowly starting to feel something towards the girl she was trying so hard not to get involved with.