#usually when we're out for hours it's to one or two locations

[jedi-bird]

Ran a lot of errands today. Went to a local market and did a partial stock up trip. Went to a specialty market and got some really addictive potato chips and a fancy pack of mochi. Hit a craft store and checked out some yarn I've wanted to look at and found some cool star wars fabric (thank goodness for coupons). Went to a store that specializes in spices and bought a ton of stuff; for being high end, it was much cheaper for a lot of it than at the market. I still need to organize and put everything away tomorrow. Hurt too much by the time we got home so that's future me's problem.

[dandyshucks]

need Guz to hug me tightly for like an hour solid oh my god dhdjdkl I went driving for the first time in over a year and I chewed my lip raw 😭😭

I'm starting to look like a caricature of Anxiety with all these physical symptoms and signs LMAO

[mandarinmoons]

What about Reid with a ballerina spouse (gn or fem) I don’t really have any idea for it other than Spencer has kept the relationship a secret from the team but they’ve been kind of suspicious and find out some how? Maybe the kind of spy on him and see him going into one of her shows and at the end of the show they see him kissing her or something

“I gotta get going guys, see you all tomorrow!”

“Wait wait, hold on now. What’s got you in such a hurry?”

Derek watched as Spencer quickly put away the files on his desk and threw his satchel over his shoulder, he seemed awfully eager to leave.

“Oh uh… The library’s closing earlier than usual today and there’s this one book I really want to read, so gotta go before it closes. Bye!”

Spencer strode off leaving the rest of the team very confused. They noticed that Spencer’s been leaving earlier than usual and he always had a different excuse.

“I have a dentist appointment.”

“I have to go and get more postage stamps before the post office closes.”

He had used nearly every excuse in the book and knowing his brain capacity, he’d probably never run out of them.

“Penelope, can you-”

“Already on it my love and… it’s false, he’s definitely hiding something.”

“Anybody up for a stake out?”

Derek and Penelope turned their heads at Emily, both of their eyebrows knitted together at the suggestion thrown out.

“Prentiss, you’re serious?”

“C’mon, aren’t you curious? Reid’s never one to shy away from talking about something.”

“That is true.”

“Oh, c’mon Derek! We’ll be super discreet! We can even dress in all black and be like spies!”

Derek turned his head at Penelope and chuckled over the excitement he saw in Penelope’s eyes.

“Garcia, we're the FBI.”

“I know, but I’ve always loved those spy sequences in movies.”

Both Emily and Derek laughed at Penelope’s excitement over the idea of having a stakeout over one of their friends. It really wasn’t like Spencer to not tell them about something, everyone on the team was like a family and they were usually some of the first people on the know about big news.

A couple of hours later after Penelope managed to track down Spencer’s location through his phone, the team were surprised when they ended up at a theater.

Looking around the area, they spotted a poster for the upcoming show that was set to start in 10 minutes, the show in question? A performance of Swan Lake.

“Why would Spencer come to see a ballet performance?”

“I think I know why.”

Turning their heads, Emily and Derek look over to Penelope and see her motion to Spencer and an unfamiliar woman with him. The two of them seem to be talking and laughing, but not in just a friendly manner. Spencer’s hand held onto the woman’s lightly and his thumb brushed over her knuckles, a sign of something more than just friendship. The woman seemed to get called to get into her position, but before she turned to leave she pressed a quick kiss to Spencer’s lips and hurried off, leaving Spencer smiling like a fool.

“My man.”

Spencer jumped in his shoes when he heard Derek’s voice. He turned around and saw the grinning faces of his coworkers walking over to him.

“What’re you guys doing here?”

“We had some suspicions, so we bit the bullet and decided to check up on you.”

“And by “check up” you mean follow me?”

The three of them looked at each other, slightly embarrassed at their decision, but were met with Spencer chuckling a moment later.

“You guys are impossible.”

“So who was that pretty lady?”

“Y/N, we met at a coffee shop a few months ago and we’ve been on a few dates. It’s been going pretty well.”

“And she’s a ballerina?”

“Yeah, she’s amazing! I’ve seen her rehearse and this is the second show of hers I’m seeing.”

“If she’s really that good then we gotta see it.”

Penelope flew to buy the tickets, clearly very excited to see the new talent perform. As they all got to their seats and the lighting dimmed, everyone watched the performance with excitement, waiting for your turn.

When the performance ended, you were surprised to see a group of people following Spencer along. One of the ladies, who seemed very eager, walked up to you and gushed about the performance you put on.

“You were so graceful! I haven't seen such light movement in, well, ever!”

The woman’s compliments, who’s name turned out to be Penelope as you made out from the rest of the guests, went straight to your heart.

The other visitors, whose names were Emily and Derek, complimented you on your performance as well, but all your attention was on the man behind them who had an adoring smile on his face, one that was clearly directed at you.

“I wasn’t aware Spencer invited you along.”

“He didn’t. We got curious because he’s been a bit suspicious lately and had to see what was causing it.”

“I mean I knew you all worked for the FBI but I didn’t know you were that nosey.”

Everyone laughed at the comment which made you feel a bit more welcomed along with them.

“What can we say, some things you just can’t help but be curious about.”

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[1800-lemonadeg1rl]

Sleepless nights

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Minors dni!! Masterlist°•☆

Summary - you go on a routine mission which ends badly how will your girlfriend react

Warnings - gunshots, violence, bullet wounds, mention of stitches, likely medically incorrect, blood, hospital? Not proofread

word count - 1.5k

A/n - I dont know what happened while writing this its all a blackout. As always any feedback is rlly appreciated!!!

It was just supposed to be another simple routine mission. Over and done with in a matter of hours. But of course nothing was ever as easy as predicted.

It had all been going with relative ease until you and Clint were fighting off agents left and right. Something you were usually both good at. However where you'd found yourselves was very much enclosed meaning you couldn't run and you had no idea how many or where these agents were coming from. Your backs were against each other as you moved in circular motions around the room.

"You did this you know, everything was going just fine until you said 'wow this mission has been quite the breeze.'" You mimick Clints earlier words in a squeaky high pitched voice while taking out a couple agents. "Couldn't have just waited till we were on the quinjet could you?"

"Look I really thought it was over. At least I wasn't the one who knocked over the vase alerting everyone in the Tri-state area of our location." He pipes back as you both fall into the usual bickering banter you often did, squabbling like small children. You and Clint had always been close and worked well with each other despite the constant pecking at each other. You'd become even closer once you'd gotten together with his best friend Natasha. Well, after he stopped threatening you about breaking her heart that is.

"Okay well atleast I'm not stupid."

"Yeah real mature. What does that even mean?" He retorts back with a chuckle at how quickly you begin to lose an argument and just throw childish insults at him.

"I thought you'd be smart enough to understand a simple senten-.." You trail off as you see an agent aiming at Clint, one he hadn't noticed. Though you considered letting the agent hit him and getting to be considered the better fighter it wasn't worth letting your friend die just to one up him.

"Clint watch out." You yell frantically as you watch the agent take aim. Clint wasn't going to have time to move. You panicked and shoved him to the floor knocking him from the bullet.

You don't think much of it when you don't see the bullet land or even when you vision blurs. It's only you notice somethings up when you see a blood splattering on your hand. Instinctively you look for Clint worried something hit him but you find him staring right back at you. That's when you feel the searing pain from your hip. Placing a hand over it to find out what's wrong, you feel a cold and wet substance spilling from it.

Thats when everything starts spinning. Moving too quick but not fast enough at all. The pain feeling worse, like nothing you've ever felt before as the adrenaline wears off and the severity of the situation sets in.

"Y/n look at me." Clints voice is grounding and calm making you briefly feel better. "There's no agents left okay. We're going to walk together to the quinjet, don't rush yourself it's going to be okay." You nod along even though your unsure you'll be able to walk that far as your vision fades in and on like a flickering TV.

He moves over to you and presses your hand firmly over the wound. "Keep your hand there and apply as much pressure as you can." Despite the way you stumble around as you try to apply any pressure at all to the wound he still sounds calm like he believes you can do this.

His hand hooks around you helping hold you up as the two of you begin a slow walk back. Things aren't looking too bad at first I mean sure you can hardly see infront of you an everytime you open your mouth to speak the only thing that sounds is a groan of pain but your managing it, you feel yourself believe you'll be able to do this walk back.

That is all before you trip over a stone which sends you tumbling onto your front, directly where the bullet wound is is where you hit the hardest when you fall causing you to scream out in pain with a noise you never knew you'd make. Clint immediately tries to pull you back to your feet while telling you how close you are to getting home but it's no use as your body goes stiff, legs refusing to move.

"Natasha is gonna kill me." I mumble half heartedly as he holds me up and my vision fades for what I believe might be the final time.

"Not if she kills me first." He chuckles and that's the last thing you hear before everything goes black.

Two days. Two whole days they said you were out for. You missed two days. Two days where you didn't see Natasha but she saw you, she sat by you every minute she could and when she couldn't sit anymore she slept by you not leaving for a second. She wouldn't even leave your hospital room for food. Clint having to practically force food down her throat so she didn't end up in a hospital bed alongside you.

You blinked awake. You'd been awake about an hour prior but were too drugged up to process anything going on and had quickly fallen back into your slumber. This time you were much more determined to stay awake, that and your pain medication was wearing off and you could begin to feel a sharp pain replacing the previously dull one.

As you woke yourself up to the bright white fluorescent lights of the hospital, those lights which practically felt blinding. Giving you little time to adjust to being awake, Natasha started speaking.

"So what happened?" She sounded angry. A little rough maybe as the Russian tinged her accent slightly in a way you only heard few times. As you located where her voice had come from, a small chair just to the left of your bed. Now that you could see her she seemed more worn out or stressed out the angry. Dark circles lurked under her eyes as her forhead creased showing visible lines.

"Uh.. didn't uhm.. Clint... tell you." You slowly mumble out as you try to push myself into a sitting position but before you can Natasha is up and pushing you back down to lie down.

"The doctor said you can't sit up yet or you'll move the stitches. And no he hasn't explained anything, so you better." She lays your head back on the pillow with such a contrasting softness to the way she's speaking which is almost as if she's interrogating you.

You roll your head over the side to face her as you recount what you remember from the mission. "So basically me and Clint, well especially me are kicking ass knocking these agents to the ground. But then one aims at Clint and I push him out the way and now we're here." You explain the best you can but it's just so difficult when your heads all fuzzy and until five minutes ago you were convinced you were dead. "I thought I was gonna die 'Tasha."

"You shouldn't put yourself at risk like that baby." She says while brushing stray hairs away from your face and back behind your ears. "Things could have been a lot worse.." her voice trails off all usual roughness gone as she appears as if she may break down crying at any second. "I could have lost you."

That's all it takes for you to start crying as hot tears stream your face making it hard to see anything. Seeing your deteriorating emotional state Natasha makes the descion to crawl into the bed next to you. "Oh hush now, it's alright. I was just worried about you lyubov." she coos while leaning over to kiss your dampened cheek.

"I know I know.. I'm just really sorry... I dont ever want to lose you Natasha." Your tears keep falling despite her soft, reassuring words.

"Y/n, I don't want to lose you either. Which is why I think it could be time we retired before either of us do. Of course it's up to you though, I won't pressure you."

It takes you a minute to process her words but when you do your glad for them. You'd been considering at least cutting down your workload recently but hadn't considered Natasha would be open to retirement at such a young age. You can feel your face break out into a small smile as she suggests it herself. Her own face is one of nervous apprehension as she chews on her lip.

"Yes. Please I want nothing more than to retire and with you." You reach in to kiss her face eagerly. Your lips smothering hers in an almost desperate fashion as if you were worried it could be your last.

"If this is what retirement is like I cant wait." She whispers as she pulls away from your lips, nipping them gently first. She cups your face in her hands before leaning back in.

[2btheanswertothequestion]

(part 3 of November Paramedic; part 2 is here.)

When Gareth mentioned a plan to locate Eddie’s paramedic in shining armor, Eddie assumed it'd be him getting into various accidents all over Indianapolis. It's something the little shit would've found funny, okay! But, Gareth's plan is much less hazardous and slightly more logical: lurk around the university until they spot him. Like a pair of drug dealers trying to tempt the goody-two-shoes protagonist into addiction and sin on an 80s Saturday morning cartoon.

It's not the simplest task since they don't know when Steve might be there. Also, other responsibilities mean they can only spare so many hours loitering. So, thirteen days post-hatching plan and nineteen days post-meeting Steve (not that Eddie's been counting or anything), with nothing to show for their ethically questionable behavior, Eddie is ready to give up. Especially since both of them have a rare simultaneous day off. Usually, those are spent jamming, smoking, playing D&D… literally anything other than this.

"This is fucking stupid," he says, cigarette clenched between his teeth. "We're not gonna run into him."

"Sure we are," Gareth says. He drops his butt among the dozens they've chain-smoked and lights another without meeting Eddie's gaze. "We're getting closer. I can feel it."

"The only thing you're feeling is delusional. It's time to give up."

"Eddie, c'mon-"

"Nope." One last drag and Eddie stomps out his cig. "Fuck this; I'm out."

He stalks toward his van at the far end of the parking lot. Gareth curses before running after him.

"Dude!" he exclaims, jogging to keep up with Eddie's longer strides. "You can't just give up! What about what you said-"

"I was being stupid. What was I even imagining? We orchestrate another meeting and, what, I use my freakish wiles and seduce him? And then we'll live happily ever after…" Eddie shakes his head. "It doesn't work like that. He'd probably turn out to be a douche anyhow."

"No, listen!" Gareth seizes Eddie's arm and yanks him to a stop in the middle of the lot. "You always do this. Self-sabotage and cut things short, even when there's potential."

Eddie scoffs. "You know what else always happens? I end up liking them more than they like me. It's not fun."

"You don't know it'll be like that this time. You have to try."

"No."

Eddie takes a step back. He's done; he's out. Gareth reaches for his wrist to pull him back in. He jerks away, almost losing his footing and stumbling into the burgundy car behind him. Gareth's arms shoot out to help, but Eddie steadies himself before crashing. For a second, silence reigns as they assure everyone's on solid ground. Then Eddie opens his mouth to once and for all-

"Eddie? Gareth?"

Their heads snap to the side, eyes landing on… Max? Looking unusually dressy in high-waisted shorts and a fitted top under an oversized jacket, and her hair in a high ponytail. She's got her skateboard under her arm, a messenger bag with a textbook sticking out, and a confused furrow between her eyebrows.

"What are you doing here?" she asks.

Fuck. They can't tell her the truth – she'll never let him live it down. Fortunately, Gareth realizes this too, because he says:

"Uh, I go to school here? What are you doing here? The math building is way over there."

She rolls her eyes and leans on the burgundy car. It's a shiny BMW M5 – the limited anniversary edition. Jesus fucking Christ, Eddie almost dented that thing! It's worth more than his life. And Max is slouching against it like it's nothing. He could warn her not to scratch it, but she's unlikely to care; she's always been metal that way.

"Waiting for my friends," she says. "We have dinner on Tuesdays."

Eddie's ears ignite. Dinner? With friends? While wearing what's basically a date outfit?

"Ooohhh…" he says, sharing a grin with Gareth. "And do these friends include someone special?"

She shrugs, looking anywhere but at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"C'mon, Red! You're killing me! I need to know if he's good enough for you."

His fingers hover over her ponytail, as if to tug at it. She slaps his hand away.

"You're annoying."

He laughs. This terrible day just became infinitely better. He won't rest until he gets what he wants – or until she punches him, which'll probably come first. He's about to tell her so when a voice calls her name. Both turn to look, and…

It's a boy Max's age. He's beaming and waving, quickening his steps toward her. She smiles too, almost shyly, as she waves back. It's the perfect opportunity for teasing, if Eddie's day hadn't just become infinitely better.

His tongue is heavy, his skin is itching, his heart is bruising his ribs from the inside. Sweat is gathering in his pits and it's getting a little hard to breathe. Because walking half a pace behind the boy, carrying a huge duffel with such ease it might actually be stuffed with feathers, is… is…

"Yesssss!" Gareth hisses next to him. He may also be fist-pumping. Eddie isn't looking.

"Hey!" The boy stops in front of Max. "Sorry, practice ran late."

"It's okay," she says, cooler than ice, though her eyes are glittering. "I just got here."

She says something else, or maybe the boy does? It's all background noise, because Steve has caught up. Steve, in jeans and a polo that must've been tailored to his exact measurements because oooooooooohhhh boy. Steve, unshouldering the bag, muscles shifting and straining under his shirt with the movement. Steve, smiling, his golden eyes flying over Eddie.

"Hey! Eddie and Gareth, right?"

Eddie draws a sharp breath. He remembers!

"Y-Yeah!" he squeaks, hands fluttering to either wave or shake hands, ultimately doing neither. "Hi! You're here!"

"I am," Steve says, casual, as if inane conversations with former patients happen on the regular.

(It better not – Eddie doesn't do well in competitive settings.)

Max, keen eyes darting between them, asks, "You know each other?"

"Met at work," Steve says. "Or, I was working and he…"

"Ah." Max taps her temple. "That."

"How do you know them?" the boy asks her.

She points at Eddie. "Neighbor. And that's the guy who dumpster dives outside our apartment building."

Gareth flips her off. Eddie would laugh, but he's busy pretending he doesn't know what Steve looks like shirtless. It's hard (pun slowly growing more relevant) – his gaze keeps dropping to the polo's undone top button. Steve is just as gorgeous out of uniform, and now Eddie's thighs are tingling with want. He could stare at him forever…

Unfortunately, 'forever' is cut short by a woman arriving in a flurry. Wait, no. 'Flurry' implies some sort of graceful whimsy, while this person… she's a hurricane crashing into a house.

"Sorry I'm late! Nielsen wouldn't stop talking and got angry when people started leaving because it's an important lecture so this girl called him out for not keeping time because he goes on all these tangents and he said they're interesting tidbits and she said it's disrespecting our time and-" She pauses for breath. "You don't care, do you?"

Max, Steve, and the boy shake their heads.

"Right. Sorry." The woman turns to Eddie and Gareth. "Hi! I'm Robin. And you are?"

"My neighbor and his friend. Steve treated his concussion," Max rattles off, glaring at them. "You didn't answer my question: why are you here?"

Gareth frowns. "I told you," he says, pointing at the building. "School." He points at himself. "Student."

Max glares harder. "You don't have class on Tuesdays. And Eddie doesn't go here at all."

"I had stuff I needed to drop off."

"Is tagging along a crime? Jesus."

Max doesn't reply, though her glare remains.

Robin hums. "Okay, so this is super-enjoyable, I love just standing around, but I'm starving, so…" She looks at Steve, who nods.

"Yeah, we're going," he says, but neither moves. He glances at Eddie, which makes her glance at Eddie, and then they make a series of eyebrow-movements at each other, ending in a shared smile. Steve asks, "Have you guys eaten yet?"

Eddie shakes his head, pulse racing. Is this going where he thinks it is?

"D'you wanna come with? There's this diner we like…"

Holyshityesitis!

"Yeah!" Fuck, too eager. "I mean, uh, sure, sounds good."

"Cool." Grinning, Steve clicks a remote car key; the burgundy BMW beeps. What the fuck? How high is a paramedic's salary?! "Did you drive here?"

"I, uh…" Eddie falters. Shit, wasn't he supposed to? It's been three weeks and he feels fine – he thought he was in the green!

"Nope! I did!" Gareth says, 'proving' it by hauling his house keys from his pocket and jingling them.

Steve nods. "Should be safe for you to drive again, but the less strain you put on your brain, the better. Even a mild concussion isn't anything to sneeze at."

"Y-Yeah, I've been taking it easy. Basically done nothing. Until now."

Max snorts. Eddie is going to pour coffee through her mail slot.

They decide Eddie and Gareth will follow Steve's car to the diner, since Steve can't fit all of them (the real reason he asked if they drove here, duh). It's good because Eddie gets the chance to panic/gush/collect himself in the privacy of his van. It's bad because Gareth drives, lest their fib be revealed. Gareth spends the ten-minute journey gloating about driving Eddie's beloved girl, interspersed with 'I told you so!'s.

The diner is cozy, all wooden furniture and sepia photographs on the walls. A graying waitress who smells like tobacco directs them to a booth and takes their orders. An awkward silence then falls as they wait for someone to speak.

The boy clears his throat. "My name is Lucas, by the way. I don't think I said." After shaking his hand and introducing themselves, Lucas says to Eddie, "I think Max has mentioned you."

"Oh yeah? I've been dying for her to mention y- Ow!"

Eddie rubs where Max kicked his shin. Her glare is murderous. Lucas is blushing happily, though.

"So, what d'you guys do?" Robin asks.

Right. Time to small-talk like adults. Eddie gets his job as a mechanic out of the way, then gives the word to Gareth, who tells them he's a creative writing major. Robin turns out to be getting a masters in linguistics and Lucas studies biology.

"I don't actually know what I want to do, but biology feels broad enough to give me options, y'know? I can go to med school, or forensics, or, I don't know, paleontology?" he says. Max glows brighter with every word that comes out of his mouth. Cute.

This then segues into talking about their friends, who by the sound of it lead incredibly interesting lives.

"Dustin's at MIT, Mike's at Oxford, Will's in San Francisco…" Lucas says, counting on his fingers.

Max interjects, "El's in Africa building houses and teaching kids English."

"Erica is still at home, finishing high school and drowning in early acceptance letters to, like, every Ivy League there is," Steve says with a look of pure pride.

"Nancy and Jonathan – they're our age – are chasing scoops in Afghanistan… " Robin says.

"... and Argyle is also in California," Lucas finishes.

Eddie whistles. "And here we are, still in Indianapolis."

"Dude, I'm surprised I got this far," Steve says. "Wouldn't've managed without her."

He jerks a thumb in Robin's direction, who preens at the acknowledgment. Robin's cool, Eddie decides. Garrulous but fun and nice… and verrrrrrrrry close to Steve. The kind of close where they're always in each other's space. Where they wordlessly transfer food between their plates. Where Steve unceremoniously wipes a speck of ketchup off Robin's chin after she repeatedly fails to get it. They're comfortable, but not necessarily romantically affectionate. Like they're siblings rather than lovers.

(Dear God, if you are in heaven, let them be siblings.)

Conversation flows. They joke around, tell stories, swap opinions. Robin gets passionate about tonal shifts when stage shows are adapted to film, and Eddie tries not to stare at Steve's mouth as he eats. And then, once their plates are cleaned and they're waiting for dessert, Gareth leans his elbows on the table and fixes Steve with a purposeful look.

"I figured out where I've seen you before."

Eddie stiffens.

Steve blinks. "At campus, right?"

"Thought so, but no. I realized it's actually…" Gareth chuckles. "It's ridiculous, but uh, my mom had this calendar…"

Steve recoils, red flooding his face. Robin, Lucas, and Max shriek in delight, Robin grabbing Steve's arm and shaking it as he hides behind his hands.

"And my mom," Gareth says between bursts of laughter, "she's shameless, all right? She kept it in our kitchen. So during, what was it, November?"

"November," Steve confirms, muffled.

"For 30 days, if I wanted to check the date or make a notation… I saw you."

Tears stream down Robin's face, she's laughing so hard. She and Max have started chanting 'Slut! Slut! Slut!' at the still crimson Steve.

"You don't understand," Lucas says, gesturing for emphasis. "We've been waiting for someone to come up and say 'hey, weren't you…?' for years. Thank you so much!"

"Hey, thank my mom," Gareth says. Eddie's quite stunned he'd throw his own mother under the bus like that. She's a really nice person, too!

"Makes sense," Max says. "Moms love Steve."

"All parents do," Lucas says.

Cackling, Robin pinches Steve's cheek. "Gotta hide your mom and your dad around Steve!"

Steve bats her off, flushed but smiling. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You got your wish, now shut it."

That only makes the three restart the chant to ridicule him for his harlotry. Steve's indignant squawk that 'it was for charity!' merely has everyone laugh more.

And Eddie? Well. As he sits beholding this man who works as a paramedic and drives a luxury car, who models for charity and allows his friends to mock him for it, who blushes and giggles when they lovingly call him a whore…

All Eddie can think is that he's in fucking trouble.

Afterward, it only makes sense for Eddie to drive Max home. Steve shakes his hand outside the diner, saying it was nice to see him again. Eddie, not knowing how to ask for Steve's contact info without seeming weird, agrees. He waits until the BMW drives off, then tells Gareth to get the fuck out of his seat. Gareth relocates to the backseat, whining since Max already called shotgun.

The initial minutes, they're quiet. Then Max turns to Gareth and says:

"When were you telling me Eddie is your mom?"

"Huh?"

"You said you knew about the calendar because of your mom. But that's not true."

The warmth drains from Eddie's face; his knuckles crack around the steering wheel. Gareth's expression is the epitome of 'oh shit' when he meets Eddie's gaze in the rear-view mirror.

"Yes, it is," Gareth says.

"It's not," Max says.

"It is!"

"It's not! The calendar was for 2021, and in November '21 you were a freshman and had already moved into the dorms! If your mom kept it in her kitchen, you wouldn't have seen it!"

She scowls at Gareth, mouth pinched and eyes flashing, daring him to contradict her.

Gareth swallows thickly. "It… wasn't for 2021."

"Yes, it was."

"How do you know?"

She puts her hands in her lap and lifts her chin, almost primly. Eddie gasps as the penny drops.

Gareth screams, "WHAT!"

"You have it?" Eddie cries. "Why do you have it?"

She scoffs. "You know why – you've seen his pecs."

"I don't- Okay, how're you so sure it's me?"

"Because you spent all of dinner looking like you wanted to crawl inside his mouth and live there." Her nose wrinkles. "At least I hope it was his mouth you want to crawl into-"

She's cut off by Gareth shouting "I can't hear you! Lalalalalalala-"

Eddie crumples in his seat. He's depleted of blood, air, life, everything. Behind, Gareth is grilling Max for information: are Steve and Robin together? Is Steve single? Is he queer?

Max replies: no, yes, and 'that's not for me to tell, moron'.

Gareth nods, satisfied. "That means he is. If he was straight, you'd say so." He slaps Eddie's arm. "You got a shot, man!"

"You… don't know that…" Eddie wheezes.

Max tuts, shaking her head. "You actually want to hit on my chauffeur."

"He prefers the term 'seduce'," Gareth says.

Eddie smacks his face into the steering wheel at the next red light.

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Part 4

[fictionalgap]

Steal your heart

(chapter 1)

Pairing: Kit Thantalos x Thief! Reader

Summary: You met princess on the way.

Warnings: +18 themes, swearing, Kit Thantalos uses the 'F' word.

Chapters: Chapter 2, Chapter 3,Chapter 4

Notes: Kit Thantalos is 20 years old in this fic. You are either younger than her or the same age with her.

Song Recommendation: Royals - Lorde

You never knew your real parents. Your step parents were thieves and you became one too. They were cool as long as you did what was expected of you. Your step dad died when you were fifteen and your mother wanted you to do some theft because it was usually them doing the theft and now your dad gone she had no motivation to do and you needed money.

You had friends who were thieves like you but your mom told you not to trust them.

"Never trust a thief."

She was right.

They left you on a job when it was hard to save you and now you were in an old horse wagon going to jail.

Thanks to your love of knives, you had multiple hidden in your pants. Two guards were looking and smirking in a mocking way into your direction.

"If we weren't taking thieves to the court I'd take you to my court, darling. " one filthy guard winked at your direction. You rolled your eyes and watched the roads you knew like the back of your hand. Your hand was trying to reach the small knife located inside of your waistband. Your hands were tied from front. It was really hard to do this while two mormons were watching you.

You had an idea.

"Well, maybe we can have some fun while on the road can't we? " You flashed a flirty smile and winked.

Two guards started to grin maliciously as they looked at each other.

"Come here. " You moved to the man's lap quickly. You were sitting on his lap and you saw his eyes moved to your breasts. You slideded your two finger in your waistband and grabbed the small knife then you put your arms around his neck, your hands tied. You waited him to touch you so you could gasp and open the knife without it making a sound. It was a closed knife. There was a small button on the knife. When he touched you you gasped loudly and you clicked it at the same time. It freed you from the ropes. Unfortunately the other guard saw the ropes falling.

"Stop the wagon. " you said in a heavy voice.

"No!" One guard shouted.

You hit the men who tried to grab you by face with your elbow and cut others chin while tried to grab you as well.

You jumped out of the wagon and rolled on the dirt for a while. Then you quickly landed on your feet and ran far away.

You ran for half an hour and now we're pretty tired. You realized you dropped your water bottle and groaned to yourself. You needed water immediately. You kept looking for a water source but everywhere around you was grass.

All of a sudden you heard someone shouting.

"Fuck!"

It was a girl's voice. You moved to see a 20 year oldish brunette who dressed like a knight in practice. You realized she was pretty too when you got close. You watched her behind the tree. You saw a middle length snake moving fast in a direction away from both of you. She was bit. You knew that snake it was lethal. From what you could remember, she had a couple of minutes left. You had to leave since guards were probably after you.

You couldn't.

You ran to the girl and when she saw you she clumsily drew her sword as she winced in pain.

"You don't have much time. Let me help."

She eyed you from head to toe and made some judgement inside her head then nodded fiercely.

"Fine." She dropped her sword and let herself relax on the grass.

The bite on her leg looked bad. You did what you have saw from your father when you were bitten.

"Okay. Do you know any healers around here? "

She was sweating and it made you worried.

"Yeah yeah. " She tried to nod.

"Good." You told her and you picked her up in bridal style. She wasn't light but she wasn't heavy either.

"Tell me where we are going. "

She started to get heavier as your dehydration got worse. It has been two days since you drank or eat anything.

You started to hear a ringing sound.

"Do you hear that? "

"Hear what? " she asked you. Her face was getting more pale.

"How do you feel? " You asked her as you hurried over the direction she showed you.

"Like I've been bit by a huge damn snake."

You rolled your eyes.

"Since you still keep your humor, I guess you're fine. " You said as you kept running with her in your arms.

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You didn't think what it meant for you until the healers in the castle took her to save her life. Your back hurt like bitch and you felt like you were going to pass out in any moment.

You learned she was the princess when one healer shouted "Princess!"

You started to feel dizzy from dehydration and from the fact that you could be caught too easily now that you were in the castle. One of the healers came to your side. She was saying something to you but you didn't hear anything. Your ears filled with a ringing sound before you passed out.

For: @valenftcrush

[darkbluekies]

The witty and uncanny: the outtakes

Yandere!doctor OC x reader x mafia!yandere OC

Summary/AN: I had written this, but thought that it was a direction that didn't fit the story, that it spiraled a bit, so I abandoned this and wrote the one in the series ... but I thought that I could share this too!

Warnings: yandere duo, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships

Part 3

Silas runs into the room an hour later, blood covering his neck and black shirt. 

“What happened?!” Dr Kry gasps. 

“Shit happened”, Silas answers while panting and hurries over to you. 

Dr Kry steps in front of him. 

“Stop”, he warns Silas. “Don’t touch them. What is going on with you?”

“My enemies know that Y/N is here”, Silas sighs heavily, running his hand through his hair. “And if you don’t want Y/N, yourself, me and everyone around to die, you better fucking help me transport Y/N to my house.”

Dr Kry widens his eyes. He swallows hard, looking around in the room, hesitating, debating. 

“How long do we have?” he asks carefully. 

“Twenty minutes at most”, Silas says. “We have to move. Now.”

“Alright, alright.”

Dr Kry grabs his bag and shoves some pills, syringes and other necessities he thinks he might need to keep you in check, removes the mask from your face and lifts you up in his arms. Your head automatically falls onto his broad shoulder. 

“Let’s go”, he says, stressed out of his mind. 

He usually stays calm in pressured situations, but when it involves you, he feels like a beginner again. Not a professional. 

The two of them hurries down to the parking lot.

“Where’s your car?” Silas asks. 

“My car?” Dr Kry scoffs. “Why my car?”

“Because I can’t use mine?” Silas asks as if that was obvious. “They’ll know it’s me and then we’re already doomed.”

“Fine, it’s this way.”

They hurry over to the white car in the corner of the parking lot. Silas opens the back door for the doctor to place you down on the backseat. Dr Kry jumps in beside you while Silas moves over to the driver’s seat. The doctor holds your body in his embrace, his arms working better than a seat belt — in his opinion. He caresses your hair softly.

It doesn't take long before you open your eyes and find yourself in a totally different location than before. Your entire body freezes before harshly trying to push whoever is holding you away.

"W-Where am I?" you stutter. "Let go of me!"

"Y/N, it's us", Dr Kry answers calmly and strengthens his embrace to keep you in place. "No need to be afraid. We're on our way to Silas’s house since he released his location at the hospital."

Silas house?! Flashing images of the basement fill your mind. You can still feel the hard stone floor under your ass from all the time you've spent there.

"No!" you burst out and start to fight against Dr Kry. "I don't want to go there!"

"I've started to like you better when you're asleep, little thing", Silas mutters over his shoulder. "I'm not going to put you in the basement — because I'm guessing that's why you're getting all worked up — if you stay calm. Don't yell, don't hit or kick and don't try to do something stupid. Got it?"

You gulp and nod. The doctor notices how you shrink into a ball.

"You can't talk to them like that", Dr Kry says.

"We're no longer in your hospital", Silas says. "Out in the real world, I'm in charge. And I discipline Y/N how I want. Unlike your method, mine actually works."

Dr Kry glances at you. You've curled up beside the car door, hugging your legs close to your body. Tears are running down your cheeks and you have to bite down on your lip to stay silent. He reaches out to caress your hair, but you flinch away. Silas grins in the rearview mirror. 

For the entirety of that terrifying drive, you sit in silence, remembering all the horrific things that occurred in Silas’s house before you eventually ran off. Should you try to make a run for it? You could get away … buy if they catch you you'll go down to the basement. That's a place you want to avoid at all costs.

"Okay, jump out", Silas says after parking the car.

Your hand trembles as you open the car door. Slowly, you step out. The gravel feels harsh and unwelcoming under your feet. A cold breeze runs past you. You hug yourself to create some kind of warmth, but when only wearing a loose, flimsy hospital gown, you can't.

"Let's get you inside", Silas says and wraps his arm around your shoulders. "You must be cold."

Dr Kry stops and looks at Silas’s dark facade. He can't tell if the actual structure is black or if it's so dark that it blends into the night. After a few seconds of thinking, he hurries after. Inside, the house looks like any other house Dr Kry’s been in. The only difference is the lack of personality but maybe that's all that can describe Silas.

You're led upstairs. Silas notices how you try to force your heels down into the floor, but his grip on you is stronger. Dr Kry walks behind you, leaving you no exit. The two men follow you into the bedroom. All will power leaves you the second you see the bed you used to share with Silas. The chains by the bed makes your stomach turn. Silas walks over to them, picking them up.

"Silas, please …", you whisper, frozen in place as you desperately shake your head. "I'm not going to move. I'll stay, I promise."

"I want to believe you, baby", he sighs and hugs you, sighing when you break down in tears for what feels like the hundredth time this day. "I really want to. But the last time you ran away from me, I thought I'd die! I really need you, sweetheart and I can't let that horrible night happen again. I can't let you hurt yourself like you did that night. I hated to see you in that hospital bed when I arrived. You looked horrible. And then you disappeared from me again … I was so fucking worried."

Somehow you agree. That night brought Dr Kry into the picture and made everything so much more complicated.

"Please", you sob desperately. 

Silas thinks for a while before he looks at Dr Kry who nods.

"Okay", Silas says and secures your head into his chest. "No chains."

Your entire body relaxes in relief.

"Give him a hug for being generous", Dr Kry smiles halfly with his arms crossed.

Your arms lock around Silas’s well built body. Silas gives him a surprised look and Dr Kry smiles slightly, shrugging. 

They tuck you in bed and walk out to give you some much needed privacy.

"I didn't know you could be human", Dr Kry says.

"Surprise", Silas says, glancing back to the bedroom door. "I really do love them, you know?"

"I thought you were just a sadist who wanted to hurt Y/N. That's how you come across."

"No. I could watch the world burn, but if anything seriously happened to Y/N I'd join in on burning it down." Silas leans his back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. "And why did you suddenly become nice to me in there? Was it just a show for Y/N so they'll choose you over me? In that case youre not much better than me."

"I changed my mind about you — but just a little bit. I still think you're an arrogant, narcissistic piece of actual shit … but I don't want Y/N to be scared … and if we fight it will only spiral."

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Silas breathes out, turning to the door. “There’s a guest room for you down the hall. Get some sleep.”

With that said, Silas walks back into the bedroom and into the bathroom. He’s still covered in blood he doesn’t want anywhere near close to you. A smile tugs on his lips when he exits. He'll sleep with you again. It's soon morning hours, but to him it couldn't matter less. The only thing that's important is your body in his arms. He lies down, bringing your sleeping form closer. You fit so perfectly in his arms, it's such a shame that you don't see how perfect the two of you are together.

You wake up earlier than Silas the following morning. For a few moments, nothing comes to mind. Why are you back? Was everything a dream? Did you never escape? Did you never meet Dr Kry again? Did you never come between them? The bandages on your wrists tell you a different story — a real story.

Carefully to not wake Silas, you climb out of the bed and sneak out of the room.

"And where do you think you're headed?" 

You're about to scream in surprise. You snap your head to your left, seeing Dr Kry sit in a chair in the end of the corridor with a syringe in his hands. 

"Bathroom", you lie. 

"I should come with you."

He's about to stand up.

"N-No!" you say quickly. "I'm okay. I won't hurt myself."

"Either let me come with you to make sure you'll be fine or don't go."

"Fine, I won't."

He smiles, exposing his pearly white teeth. "See? I knew you were lying. If you really needed to go to the bathroom, you'd do it even though you were uncomfortable." Dr Kry stands up, slowly walking over to you. "Where were you heading, little one?"

"Nowhere", you say through gritted teeth.

"Nowhere?" He chuckles. "That's a synonym for 'escape'."

"That wasn't said in any dictionary I read."

"Then you didn't read hard enough." He grabs your arm in a firm, but not painful grip. "Sit with me."

You flinch at your doctor's unusual boldness. He pulls you back to the chair, sits down and pets his thighs. You shake your head.

"If I were you, I'd sit", Dr Kry says, showing the syringe. "I don't want to use it unnecessarily, but I need to keep an eye on you. Please don't be difficult, my dear."

You sigh and sit down in his lap, body stiff and uncomfortable. He doesn't move, doesn't even look at you. You can tell that the hand holding the syringe trembles.

An hour later, the door opens and a tired looking Silas comes out.

"You little shit, Y/N", he yawns. "You gave me a heart attack when I didn't have you in my arms."

"And yet you're still breathing", you mutter under your breath.

"I heard that", Dr Kry says, tilting his head into the corner of your eye. 

Of course he did.

"They did try to leave", Dr Kry says, squeezing the flesh of your upper arms. "Who knows what could have happened if I hadn't been sitting here."

Silas moves over to you and towers over you like a giant. With Dr Kry both behind — and practically under you — and Silas in front — and practically above you — you can't help but start to feel claustrophobic. 

"Are you hungry?" Silas asks, tilting your head upwards by your chin. "Do you want some breakfast?"

"No", you respond. 

"Huh, you seem feisty today too."

The men, deciding that it's too big of a risk for you to sit alone down in the kitchen, tie your forearms to the armrests. They're careful to leave that bandaged wrists alone. This way, you won't be able to push the food away or try to run away.

Dr Kry gets his mandatory cup of coffee while Silas rummages through the fridge. You can tell some of his men pass by the door, but none of them give you any attention. Their eyes sneak onto Dr Kry in curiosity, confusion and amusement.

"Here we go", Silas smiles and holds up a bowl of steaming porridge. "This should do the trick."

You've seen him prepare it, you've seen all the ingredients, yet you don't trust him.

"Open", Silas orders, holding a spoonful to your lips. He blows on it for a few seconds to make sure it won’t be too hot for you.

You turn your head away.

"Oh, so we're doing this again?" Silas says, nodding. "Okay, I see how it is. You want me to treat you like a child again. Here comes the airplane~"

You widen your eyes in disbelief, shock and pure embarrassment. Dr Kry snorts out a laugh behind Silas. With burning cheeks, you have no other choice but to open your mouth, scared to be embarrassed further. Bad idea. 

“Hm, seems like you only respond when I baby you”, Silas smirks. “I’m starting to think that you want me to treat you like a little child, is that right?”

“No!” you growl. 

“I’m just kidding, little thing. Open your mouth again, next bite.”

You shiver. You’re not sure, but he managed to mess it up. Salty — too salty — until the point where you need water. You manage to kick the bowl out of his hands. The porcelain shatters against the wooden floor and porridge splatters over the planks. 

“I told you what would happen if you did something stupid, didn’t I?” Silas asks, dark eyes glowing dangerously. 

Shit. You had totally forgotten that. 

“S-Silas-”, you start in horror. 

“‘S-Silas’”, he mocks you as he unties you. “You can’t ‘S-Silas’ your way out of this one. You might be very special to me, that’s why I have to do this. If I teach you not to get on my nerves, you’ll less likely get hurt, don’t you understand that?”

You beg and plead and cry and scream, but Silas’s have turned off his ears. 

[junipers-archive]

wait hear me out … reader and husband!spencer moving out of their apartment into a new house?

yesyesyesyes, love it. thank you for sending you idea!! (sorry i made it cheesy)

Today is Saturday's are for Spencer :) request an au!

You were sorting through one of last boxes in your new house. Spencer had insisted you do it by your own hands, it'd taken you ages to convince him to rent a moving truck in the first place, and it was still taking forever to move all the boxes.

You hear him before you see him, his heavy footed steps giving away his location up the driveway.

"Incoming!" he was carrying not one, not two, but three boxes stacked upon the other; always the over-achiever your husband.

"Spencer!" You moved out of his way giggling despite yourself as he set the boxes near the kitchen.

"Sorry but you said you were hungry, thought I'd speed up the process." He had his hands on his hips leaning on one of them and grinning.

"I meant that we should take a break!" You were exasperated, having already spent three hours unloading everything into your new home.

He stepped closer, looping his hands around your waist as yours settled on his shoulders.

"Why take a break when we're already done?"

You mouth dropped open, looking up at his brown eyes as he fluttered his eyelashes for approval.

"We are not." You couldn't believe it, having not been to the truck in a while, he'd done most of the heavy lifting as you sorted inside. But you couldn't possibly be done, not already, not when the house was barley full.

"We are too."He kissed your temple, lingering a little longer than usual. "Guess our apartment was just a tad smaller than this house."

Which is a complete understatement, the apartment had been a third of the house you'd two just bought. You lean into him, hugging his warm, familiar and lean form.

"So what do you think? About our new home?"

His head was rested on top of yours as he scanned the room, cluttered with the many belongings you'd filled the apartment with before. None of it was organized, half the boxes were still untouched and your furniture was yet to arrive.

"It's perfect." He whispers, "But you're my home, I could be anywhere in the world but as long as I'm with you, I'm home."

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Shall we look at the moon, my little loon

Warnings: mentions of sex, SB bringing home ladies, reader is still pretty young in this part, HL having to educate his sister on what cheating is 🙃, Soldier Boy continues to mentally scar his children lol, mentions of infidelity/cheating

Words: 1314

Summary: While Soldier Boy entertains ladies in his bedroom, Homelander shields you from their moans and takes you outside to look at the night sky.

btw, happy new year guys! :)

🌸Did you get enough love my little dove 🌸Well you do enough talk my little hawk

When Homelander started hearing the moaning coming from the other side of his bedroom wall, he immediately swings his feet out from under his blankets and bolts out of his bedroom and over to your room. Within the next few minutes Homelander knew that the moaning and other noise will just get louder and louder. He had a short amount of time to get you out.

Over his arm is hung a bulky pair of headphones and a warm blanket.

You stir when you hear your door open, lifting your sleepy head up from the pillow. "What're you doing?"

"Dad has one of his. . . lady friends over. So you know what that means."

All sleep evaporated from you when you register what this entails. "We're gonna go visit the stars!"

He has to stop you in your excitement from running out of your room. "Hold on. Slippers and coat." Homelander forces you back around after he puts the headphones over your small ears.

You follow him out, unaware of the sound of skin smacking against skin that made Homelander's eartips redden from sheer embarrassment. Children shouldn't have to hear that. And damn his enhanced hearing that picked up every sharp note and shrill moan.

Outside was cast in a dark blue tint with just the moon and stars as the only light source. That was one of the good things about living further from most other neighbors. Less light pollution.

The woods in the back of your house was your playground. Countless hours spent out there with Homelander, living in your imagination and being just kids for once instead of weapons of mass destruction. You were free out there. The two of you could be whoever you wanted to. Vogelbaum, Edgar, not even Soldier Boy could follow you out there. Towering trees and scattering bushes was your sanctuary.

In the heart of it stood the little wooden shed you and Homelander had built as a type of playhouse. That was where you stored things that Soldier Boy would otherwise deem as nerd shit or something only pussies would do. Which you never understood what he meant by that and Homelander was never privy to tell you. You didn't need the same mentality that Soldier Boy had. Homelander wanted you to have an open mind. To not become a jaded person like their father.

There were folded blankets stacked off to the side for when you and Homelander have picnics or star gazing nights like this. Hidden between two blankets was the dismantled telescope Homelander had smuggled in as well as a few books on astronomy.

Homelander easily locates the bulky flashlight that they used to read their books late at night. While he's grabbing the books, you gather the blankets and telescope.

Shuffling out with arms full, you ask "Do boyfriend-girlfriends usually have lady friends?"

He frowns, really not wanting to answer. "What are you talking about?"

"Well" you smartly start, as if you knew all about the adult world "Dad is boyfriend-girlfriend with Crimson Countess, right? But then he has over his lady friends. And they make the same noise Crimson Countess ma-"

"Okay, okay. I get it." Hurriedly cutting you off, Homelander decides right there was a good enough spot to settle down in as he drops his books. He doesn't want to look at you as he fidgets around; pulling the telescope from the safety between the blankets. "No. Usually couples only see one another. No one else. It's called cheating when someone isn't loyal to their partner."

A soft breeze rustles the leaves around Homelander's ankles, startling him for a moment. You're seated on the blanket with another wrapped around your body to offer you warmth and watch him. "So dad is cheating on Countess?"

Damn Soldier Boy for making Homelander have to tell you these things that you shouldn't know about. With a meticulous touch, he connects the telescope's sleek metal components, each piece fitting together like a perfect puzzle.

After extending the tripod, Homelander bashfully nods. "Yeah. He cheats on her. . ."

You're quiet, ruminating over what this meant which your brother is grateful for. He hated ruining the tint of your rose colored glasses. If Homelander had it his way, you would always stay sweet and innocent with no bad thoughts in your head.

Adjusting the focus on the eyepiece, Homelander tests it out on the starry spectacle above. "It's all set. Here, look. I think I see the sagittarius constellation. Or. . . maybe its scorpius. . ." He balances the flashlight in the crook of his arm to reference the book he held with his hand.

"Is cheating normal?" Sounding so small in that moment, he turns his attention over to you. Your little brows were scrunched together. Disney princess movies definitely didn't involve this. The prince always got with the princess in the end. They never divulged what happened after the movie was done. Did Prince Charming actually cheat on Cinderella after that beautiful ending?

Firm hands land on your shoulders and looks you square in the eyes, holding it with sincerity. "If a guy ever cheats on you I want you to laser his face off. You want someone who'll be utterly devoted to you."

"Oh, so someone like you?" You instantly come to that conclusion with a bubbly smile. He was the only person to ever display such characteristics in your life. Soldier Boy tend to leave you and Homelander to your own devices many days of the week. In the morning sometimes there'd be signs that he hadn't come home at all. Homelander was all you had.

He wants to agree with you, wants to tell you that you should just stay by his side for the rest of your life. That was his ultimate dream. For the two of you to always be together.

There were always moments in his day when Homelander would be looking at you, the apple of his eye, and remember that once you grow up you may decide that it was time to part from your older brother. Get out from under his protective wing to explore what the world had to offer by yourself.

A day where you would no longer need him.

Out there by yourself there was potential for harm to befall you. Not physical harm, he doubts you'd let anyone lay a hand on you. Emotional harm was what worried Homelander most. If a guy were to break her heart, he'd pulverize them without question.

You were like his bright moon among a never ending void of darkness.

"Yeah. Someone like me." Homelander finally replies, hoping his melancholy didn't surface to his face.

Looking through the telescope, you marvel at the shimmering lights of the stars that hung over you. "Some day I want to try flying all the way up there." Your breath comes out in a small white puff from the cold.

That was something you always said. "I know you will."

Pulling away from the telescope, you have a hopeful smile lighting up your face. "And you'll be there with me, right? I don't want to do it alone."

Before he could reply, a haunting melody emerged—a distant echo that had you forgetting about the telescope and running to Homelander's side.

"What is that?" you whisper into his arm.

Homelander had heard the call before though and simply chuckles at your cute reaction. "That's from a loon."

"A loon?"

"It's a type of bird that sometimes likes to come out at night." Homelander motions for you to be quiet so you could hear the mournful symphony as another loon adds it's voice somewhere in the distance. Each call was a lyrical punctuation.

He lets you marvel in it before the calls died down, returning the forest once more to a still quiet.

I'd go to the moon with you, my little loon.

Thanks for reading!

[forbebeandjam]

Without You | Bada Lee/BEBE x Fem Reader | MINI SERIES

Summary: Ready to go to your dance competition there is a sudden outbreak and you are left in a difficult situation…

Word count: 843

A/N: sorry for taking so long on this. I like to plan out my stories. Hope you enjoy and this is of your liking🩵

•THE OUTBREAK•

It was a cloudy day in the city of Seoul. BEBE was getting ready for competitions. 

"Why are Bada and Y/N late again? We only have two hours to practice," Kyma said as she threw her back in frustration. 

"You know how they are. Always looking for a place to make out," Lusher answered causing Cheche to roll her eyes. After a few minutes, the rain started pouring down when you and Bada came through the door laughing with damp clothes. 

"We're here!" you shouted. 

"Finally! Why are you guys wet?" Tatter said as she handed you her jacket. 

"Yeah, what place did you guys decide to make out today?" Lusher said with a tilted head. 

"Under the weeping willow tree," Bada said earning a hit from your fist. 

"What!?"

"You're not supposed to tell them that!" 

"Oh, please! They already know!" 

"One day the teachers will catch you and you will be in huge trouble," 

"You two are just stupid and nasty!"

"Okay! that's enough. Let's practice," Kyma said breaking you all apart and starting practice. 

-

"We need to be on the bus at three. For the love of all good things, do not be late!" Tatter said as she waved at you and Bada. 

They walked into Bada's house and looked through clothes and outfits for the competition. you were all packed up and watched your girlfriend run around as she threw clothes into a duffle bag.

"What would I do without you?" you asked making Bada come to a halt. 

"Babe, you're fine. I promised I would look out for you and I will. Always," she said as she placed a kiss on your forehead. 

You now lived with her and her parents After your parents died in a car crash. Bada's parents were usually not home but they were close to your parents so they didn't have a problem with you living with them and caring for you.

"Come here," You said as you pulled her on top of you. She lowered herself to kiss your lips and that was when the make-out session began. 

"Wait... what time is it?" she said when the realization hit her. 

"Shit! We're going to be late again," you said as you saw the time on your phone. So you both stood up and walked to the school. 

"Wow! They are early!" Sowoen said as she ran to hug Bada. 

"It's truly a miracle. Let's go on the bus. The driver went to use the bathroom and he will be right back," Kyma said and you all nodded. 

Bada got situated next to you, resting her head on your shoulder and the girls talked with usual chatter. You looked out of the window and saw how the kids were getting out of school but something was odd. 

"Guys... why aren't there many people walking out?" you asked making everyone turn. 

"Oh, many of them got picked up and went home. Like... a lot of them. It was actually kinda scary how the parents were all panicked and screaming at the teachers," Cheche said as she scrolled through her phone. 

"What do you think is going on?" Lusher asked. 

"I have no clue. I'll ask one of my friends to see," Cheche replied. 

And they waited. Hours passed by with no response. They made it to the competition locations but to their surprise, the was a very small amount of people. 

Bada started growing worried so she approached one of the judges. 

"Do you have any idea of what is going on? Why are there so many people missing?" Bada said. 

"We haven't gotten a clear answer since this morning but apparently there is a virus going around. We have been crazy busy planning all of this but I think it's best if we cancel and you girls should go back home," he said. 

Bada was in awe. She couldn't believe she didn't know of this sooner and she put her girls in danger. 

"Grab your things. We are leaving," Bada said as she rushed to you and grabbed your bags. 

"What? Why?" Lusher said. 

"Yeah, unnie. We struggled to make it in and now you want to leave?" Cheche added in annoyance. 

"Listen, the judges are canceling the competition. We have to go now," Bada said. 

"But that's not fair! What are we going to-"

"Cheche stop it! There are bigger things going on and I have to look out for all of you. Now, let's go," Bada shouted losing her cool. 

"What do you mean?" Tatter said. 

"Apparently there is a virus going around and let's be real. If it wasn't that bad, people wouldn't be running around like crazy. Now, please let's get back home where we can be safe. Please?" the girls didn't say anything but you could see worry painted all over their faces," especially Sowoen and Cheche. 

"Okay. Let's go," Minah said and started walking toward the exit but the bus was long gone. 

"Shit... now what?" Bada gripped her head. 

"HELP! PLEASE HELP ME!" 

⋆.˚✮TBC✮˚.⋆

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

If He Wanted To He Would

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: nothing too bad honestly reader gets stood up for a date but that's it

Genre: it's pretty much all fluff, there's a little angst but nothing much

Summary: your boyfriend is a total asshole and Loki can't stand to see you upset over it. // "If He Wanted To He Would But Thank God That He Didn't" - Johnny Orlando

***

You take one final look at yourself in the mirror in your room and give a satisfied nod at your final choice. A black dress paired with red pumps and a matching red clutch. The dress is short and flattering in all the best places. It's simple but for a dinner date with your boyfriend, you think it's the perfect look for tonight. When you leave your room and pass the common space on your way out you barely notice several of your teammates sitting in the living room until one of them whistles at you. Sam, to be exact, and your eyes snap up from your phone where you're checking the address of the restaurant you're meeting at.

"Thank you Sam." You roll your eyes with a smirk.

"Where are you going?" Tony asks.

"A date." You say casually.

"A date?" Loki snorts as he crosses from the kitchen to the living room with the others.

"Yes, a date. My boyfriend and I are finally both free at the same time so we're taking advantage of it." You say rolling your eyes at his tone.

"Well you look great!" Thor says.

"Thank you Thor."

"Have a good time y/n." Steve nods.

"That's the plan Stevie."

"Keep us updated if anything happens." Natasha tells you.

"You've got my location Nat, but I'll be fine." You chuckle finally making it to the elevator. Outside of the building you quickly hail a cab and give the driver the address to the restaurant you're going to. Usually, your boyfriend Eric would come to get you from the tower but some of the others like to give him a hard time whenever he's around so to save him the hassle tonight you told him to meet you at the restaurant instead. When you walk into the restaurant the host immediately greets you warmly.

"Hello miss welcome, do you have a reservation with us this evening?" She smiles.

"I do yes, table for two, it should be under Eric." You tell her. She taps on the screen in front of her for a moment before grabbing two menus.

"Of course, right this way miss." She says walking into the dining room. You follow her to your table and take a seat. "Someone will be with you shortly if you'd like to order a drink while you wait for the other member of your party." She says before walking off. You grab the drink menu and look at their collection of wines and cocktails, one glass, while you wait, should do just fine. Eric will likely be here before you've even finished it. When a waiter comes to your table you order a glass of red wine and inform him you're waiting for someone before you order food. You nurse that one glass of wine for much longer than you usually would as if prolonging that glass will make it feel like less time is passing than is actually passing. Eventually, one glass turns to two as the minutes tick by and you don't nurse the second one so much, resigning yourself to the fact that Eric is very late. When a half hour turns to an hour and you're on your third glass of whine you finally call Eric. At this point, you're worried something has happened to him, which is made no better by the fact that he does not answer your phone call. You leave a message, as calmly as you can, telling him you're worried and to call you back because he's extremely late for dinner. Ten minutes after calling, when your third glass of wine is very close to empty you finally receive a text from Eric.

Something came up. Won't be able to make it tonight. Sorry for the late notice.

You try to ignore the sting of tears pricking the back of your eyes as you read his words. You've been stood up, by your boyfriend. Who you haven't had a chance to spend any meaningful time with for months now. And he couldn't even be bothered to tell you before you left the house. He couldn't even be bothered to call you. The next time your waiter walks by you wave him over to your table.

"Yes miss?" He asks.

"The person I was meeting is no longer able to make it so, I'll just take the bill for the wine and be on my way." You explain.

"Of course." He nods. It only takes a few minutes for you to pay for your glasses of wine and leave the restaurant. Part of you wants to walk back to the tower, give you more time to clear your head, but three glasses of wine and five inch stilettos do not make for great walking conditions so you flag down a taxi to take you back home where you will hide in a secluded part of the tower until it's late enough for you to be seen by the others without having to admit that your boyfriend is actually a good for nothing jerk because that is not a conversation you want to have tonight. When you get to the tower you bypass the main floor assuming everyone is still hanging out there, after all it hasn't even been two hours since you left, and go up a couple more floors to where there's a balcony no one really uses. You lean against the railing and look at the bustling city below, from this high up it's much quieter but the movement never stops and no amount of height will change that.

"You're home early." A voice says behind you and you jump slightly. You turn around to find Loki leaning against the doorframe.

"You're not with everyone else." You say since we're stating the obvious it seems.

"I saw the elevator."

"What?"

"It went all the way down, and then came up here and I had a feeling I'd find you here." He says.

"Okay."

"Why are you sulking up here? Was dinner with the boyfriend that boring?" He asks walking over to lean on the railing next to you.

"I don't want to talk about this right now Loki." You mutter looking away from him.

"Oh come on, there has to be a reason you're home in under two hours, date night used to mean we wouldn't expect you home til morning." Loki nudges you slightly.

"Yeah well, that requires him to actually show up." You mumble quietly.

"What?"

"He didn't come Loki. I sat in that restaurant and waited for an hour drinking wine by myself and then after 75 minutes, he sent me a text. Something came up, he's not gonna make it, he's sorry for the late notice. Late notice he says, over an hour into our date. My boyfriend stood me up, that's why I'm home early." You sigh.

"He stood you up?! What a dick." He frowns and you scoff at his assessment. "I know he's your boyfriend but like- it's an asshole thing to do."

"I noticed thanks." You say bitterly. There's a moment of silence where Loki tries to figure out what to say.

"Right, let's go." He eventually says.

"What?" You frown.

"Let's go. You got all dressed up and you look gorgeous. You deserve to have a nice night out so if your boyfriend is too stupid to do it, I will."

"You don't have to." You shake your head.

"I know. Come on."

"Wait where are we going?" You ask.

"You'll see."

"Well, wherever you take me, make sure there's food involved because I've had 3 glasses of wine and my last meal was way too many hours ago."

"Right. Food." He laughed. "I've actually never seen you drunk I realize."

"Yeah well, the mutant thing means alcohol affects me differently plus I'm usually very particular about my consumption, I always have the correct ratio of food to drink but apparently being stood up is enough to throw off my carefulness."

"Grab my hand." Loki says. You frown at him suspiciously but he just looks at you with a smile that reminds you of the Cheshire Cat and waits for you to place your hand in his. When you eventually do the world disappears around you for a moment but before you can even react to the feeling of nothingness beneath your feet, you're heels connect with concrete again and Loki's grip tightens around yours to keep you from stumbling. You look around and immediately recognize the lights and sounds.

"An arcade?! You brought me to an arcade?" You blink at him in shock.

"Do you hate it? We can go somewhere else if-"

"No! It's... it's good. I didn't think you liked arcades." You say.

"What did I say before we left?" He asks you and you immediately know what he's asking about.

"I deserve to have a nice night out."

"Precisely and since you like this sort of thing it felt like the perfect choice."

"I just don't want you to force yourself to be here if you hate-"

"I don't hate it. Besides it's not about me. This night is about making sure you enjoy yourself in spite of your insufferable loser of a boyfriend, which, by the way, if you don't leave him I will find him myself and make him sorry he ever even thought to hurt you." Loki says.

"I don't want to think about that right now Loki." You shake your head ignoring the way his words send delightful shivers down your back. Perhaps the idea of him hurting your boyfriend shouldn't excite you, but there's something vindicating about having someone willing to fight for you when your boyfriend has become so discarding over time.

"Right, food first, these places sell pizza and chicken wings and such right? What would you like?" Loki asks scanning the arcade to figure out where food can be ordered. When he finds the restaurant side, he places a hand on the small of your back to guide you over to it. It's an unconscious gesture that he doesn't even think about when he does it, but heat crawls up your spine at the contact and you have to try not to react.

"Pizza's fine." You say when Loki looks at you once you're at the counter to order. He nods and turns to the person behind the counter.

"Three slices of pizza, and 100 game tokens." He says.

"We use game passes here and you do that yourself. Over there." The guy says pointing at a corner where three self service kiosks stand against the wall.

"Then just the pizza." Loki says.

"There's only two of us Loki, you ordered three slices." You point out.

"Yes because you've had three glasses of wine in two hours and haven't eaten since I'd guess 1 o'clock. We're trying to offset that, remember? So you'll have two slices." He explains taking the plates from the guy at the counter. He hands you one and holds the other two. "Come, let's get a game pass. Whatever that means." Loki nods his head towards the kiosks. You have to help him figure out how to actually purchase the game pass but soon you're walking around the arcade playing various games. Loki mostly follows you and watches but sometimes you manage to convince him to play a game with you too. A couple of hours of laughing and gaming later, you find one of those little photo booths nestled in a corner and you don't even let Loki protest before you're dragging him into it.

"Have you been in one of these before?" You ask him as you feed a bill into the slot of the machine.

"Of course not. Why would I ever come into a cramped box by choice?"

"You take photos in it dummy, and then it prints them out on a little film strip." You explain with a laugh.

"I don't understand the point of this."

"It's just for fun." You shrug pressing start on the machine. "Okay, there will be a count down and then it'll take a picture of us. It'll do that five times."

"Simple enough." He nods. In the first photo you simply lean your head on his shoulder with your arm wrapped around his and you smile, not noticing the way he glances at you from the choice. For the second photo, you insist he makes a silly face with you and despite rolling his eyes he puffs out his cheeks at the last second while you stick your tongue out. The third photo you forget to pose for, laughing so hard at Loki's puffed up cheeks that the camera simply snaps you like that. For the fourth photo, you hold Loki's face in your hands and give him a ridiculously stern look while he stares at you with utter confusion in his eyes. For the last photo you give Loki a kiss on the cheek before you can think better of it.

"Thank you, for this. Eric probably won't even bother to make tonight up to me so, I appreciate you doing this to cheer me up. It's the best night I've had in a while." You say to him quietly. Loki blinks at you for a moment while contemplating his response.

"If- if he wanted to be a better boyfriend, he would be a better boyfriend. You deserve, so much better than that... that boneheaded fool." Loki says, slowly, softly, like he can tell he's toeing a line that he shouldn't be. You stare at Loki for too long, the booth feels too small, you take a shaky breath and chuckle, flinging open the curtain that hides you both from the rest of the arcade.

"Who knew you could be such a softie." You joke stepping out of the photo booth. You can't stay in here with him. Loki frowns as he slides out of the booth after you.

"Y/n, I'm serious. You deserve better."

"I know, Loki. Trust me, I know. I'm going to break up with him. I just wasn't going to do it over text." You shrug.

"I think you should."

"What?"

"Do it over text. Why not? He couldn't be bothered to do more than text you after leaving you waiting in a restaurant for over an hour. He should be lucky you'll give him even that much. A text- that is all he deserves if that. I'd give him less if it were possible." Loki says. You sigh and turn to collect your photos from the booth.

"Here. These are yours." You hand him his photo strip.

"What do I do with these?"

"Whatever you'd like. Some people hang them up, some people keep them in their wallets, others have a memory box, you can trash them if you like, I- I don't know. They just- they print out two so, you get one."

"I'm not going to trash them. You look happy. In these pictures. You look... just, happy." Loki says examining the small photos in his hand. He'll hold onto them.

"I am happy. Thanks to you, thanks to this, tonight. I am happy." You say.

"I'm glad I could show you a good time." He nods. You won't say you and Loki haven't been close, because that's not entirely true. You've always had a friendly relationship, mostly filled with benevolent quips and taunts more than anything else, you may not spend a lot of time hanging out but you've always considered him a friend. Tonight you think, maybe, he's even more than that. You're not entirely sure what to do about that thought, but you don't immediately shove it away. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad... if Loki were more than your friend. 

***

[occasionallyprosie]

A Thousand Ways

Chapter 13: "The Hero's Sister"

The chain gets to meet one of their own's sister… Hyrule and Legend also get adopted and neither is complaining.

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The next shift, which arrived before they could reach Hyrule Castle, took them to Warriors' era.

It seemed whatever was throwing them from era to era only brought them to Legend's for him to arrive just when it was too late to save his grandparents.

Legend took about a week to get a hold of himself, then he was able to act as normal again, throwing off most of the group.

He didn't care if it confused some of them, or if they may have thought him heartless for not mourning his grandparents longer. Frankly he let their deaths affect him longer than usual... yeah, he was shoving the pain down until the quest eventually ended so he could break down and adjust himself to all the pain, but... He couldn't risk remaining compromised, emotionally or otherwise.

Epona couldn't cross through the portal, though Legend had anticipated that, and in the few hours between leaving the remnants of his grandparents’ farm and coming to the next portal. In that time, He enchanted an old flute of his with the three whistles from Holodrum as inspiration.

Epona assured him that it was as if the flute rang in her mind and his location was a homing beacon when they tested it. She promised to come find him when he called.

They went through the portal, and on the other side, Warriors claimed the land as his own. Soon enough, they were wandering some small town filled with people who clearly knew their resident hero.

Legend hadn't paid that much mind, his own era's towns were always filled with people who knew him, it came from helping them out all the time.

He lingered at a stall with some magic items, Hyrule pointing to one and asking the merchant about it. They received a decent sales pitch and description of the item. An ancient ring forged in dragon fire with the power to protect the wearer from flames.

Legend noted the magic itself was just basic flame protection and made a comment that it must be expensive if it was so rare, asking if he could see it. He was allowed to hold it, and then they were told it was a thousand rupees.

Hyrule frowned. "You know, that's so odd... See, we're something of magic users ourselves, and that's..."

"That's a basic fire protection charm on a... plain gold ring and those rubies have several visible imperfections," Legend finished. "I'm also a bit of an artisan, so between the two of us, we know our stuff."

Hyrule smiled sharply. "Sorry, give me your name again?"

"Uhh, Ar--"

"Arthur, right!" Hyrule's grin sharpened even more. "Why don't you put some time and effort into being honest and not selling fakes."

Legend snorted as the man tripped over himself to remove the fakes from his stall, and he nodded Hyrule to move on.

"Not bad, Rulie."

"Thanks. I hate liars, there's no way you could even forge anything short of steel in Dragonfire, unenchanted gold would turn to ash!" Hyrule huffed.

Legend snorted. "Not wrong there--"

"Hey! You!" Legend knew that voice. He turned and Linkle was there. "I didn't think you'd be back here! You look a lot better than last time I met you."

"I was half dead last time you met me," Legend deadpanned. Hyrule glanced between them. "Oh! This is Piyoko!"

Piyoko happily let Linkle pick her up.

Link! Link! She's like you! Piyoko declared. Hello, miss!

Linkle grinned. "Hi there!"

Hyrule tapped Legend's shoulder and he looked over. "Oh, this is Linkle. I ran into her last time I was in this era... I didn't actually know it was the captain's but yeah. She helped me out."

"Kid showed up half dead on my doorstep," Linkle said, cradling Piyoko in one arm as she held out her other hand to Hyrule. "You must be one of his time-traveling brothers then?"

Hyrule smiled and nodded. "Yep! Well--We're not brothers, but that's the easiest to say."

"Hey, brothers-in-arms is a term, it's not lying if you don’t specify," she responded. "I'm glad this guy actually has some gear now. Don’t you take after him, kiddo, he showed up on our doorstep covered in blood with only a knife--a single knife--as his defense."

Hyrule snorted. "His magic too, actually. And I'll take after him as much as I want, thank you, ma'am."

Legend rolled his eyes. "First of all, it was mostly monster blood, and secondly, I slaughtered two whole hordes of monsters with that knife and my magic. Also, don't tell him what to do--and you, don't copy me."

Hyrule just had this blinding grin while Linkle rolled her eyes.

"Hordes? Yeah right, gimme numbers over twenty and we can chat--"

"Fifty-seven with horde one, I remember somewhere around three times that, mass wise, with the second, but I also had some help there and I got my hands on a sword part way through."

Linkle whistled appreciatively. "We could've used your help with the war, and if this brother of yours--" Hyrule glowed a bit brighter, Legend noted that his successor definitely liked being connected to him, "--is anything similar, he would've been an asset too. Shameful of y'all not to show up back then."

"Ah, we've been busy."

"Time travel ain't restrictive, now, is it?"

Legend had to give that to her. However, before he could respond, he heard a familiar whistle. Wild was calling them to regroup.

"Ah, we have to go," Hyrule said. "Nice to meet you, miss Linkle."

"Nah, I'll tag along. Can't hurt to meet the rest of the time travelers, Lana would kill me if I didn't," Linkle waved them off. Legend swore he heard that name before, but he shrugged.

Hyrule frowned and looked at Legend, but he shrugged. "Piyoko likes her, and I trust her." As much as he could trust someone he didn't actually know. "Worst comes to worse, we meet with the others and Pretty Boy tries to kill her, so we help."

"One of your brothers are gonna try to kill me?" she asked bluntly.

"If he knows you and you're an enemy, then yeah, and we'd side with him," Legend admitted easily as Piyoko squirmed from Linkle's arms and landed on Legend's shoulder. "But I think you’re a good person so by all means you should be fine."

Linkle sighed. "And here I go, doing the one thing I told Momma I wouldn't do: risk being killed."

Hyrule snorted as they headed off toward in the direction Wild had whistled from. "Okay, no, I like her too. Can we keep her?"

"Eh, sadly she doesn't fit the whole Triforce of Courage, Master Sword, killed Ganon, or is a reincarnation of Sky's previous incarnation, and she wasn't dragged to join us by the goddess, so I don’t think so. Unless she is?" Legend raised an eyebrow at her.

She blinked. "Wait--If those are your "brothers-in-arms" group's requirements then--"

"Vet! Traveler!" Warriors called as they reached a market street. "What took you-- Linkle?!"

"Link! You absolute bastard! You told Ma you were on a sanctioned mission out west! Not some goddess-driven quest!"

Warriors tried to backpedal but Linkle was fast. She grabbed his collar and threw him into a nearby merchant's stall. The merchant, though startled, saw who it was and just sighed heavily... as if this was normal.

"Hey!" Sky reached for his sword.

"No! No--It's fine!" Warriors said quickly, getting up fast. His nose was bleeding, and he was holding it with one hand while his other rapidly waved Sky off. "She's my sister!"

"The sister you lied to!" She screeched. "Oh, Ma is gonna be so pissed! You lied to her! Yer out here time travelin' again an' recruitin' actual children?!" Linkle gestured to Legend and Hyrule, the former of which scooped Piyoko up from where Linkle had dropped her. "You told us it was a damned political venture to re-negotiate borders!"

Legend shared a wide-eyed glance with Hyrule. Then the others seemed equally shaken, yet most of the townsfolk seemed unsurprised, guards included and just gave them a wide berth.

"It was!" Warriors argued. "I just... Got portal-napped on the way and didn't tell you in the letters."

"You said the negotiations were going well in those letters!"

"They might've been! I didn't know!"

"Oh, you--!"

Legend stared with wide eyes as they fought. He leaned toward Wind.

"Is this what having siblings is like?"

Wind snorted. "Oh yeah, only when one of you fucks up."

Legend nodded slowly. Maybe he shouldn't tell Fable...

They watched as Warriors and Linkle argued, fought--bruised and bit arms-- and hurled insults 'til they turned blue. Then at some point their... altercation paused, and Legend decided to put all his bravery to the test to intervene, despite Twilight's and Wind's verbal protests to not.

"Linkle?" Legend entered the five-foot radius everyone gave the siblings.

"What?" She whirled onto him.

He held out Piyoko. "She didn't want to yell."

Link wants you to stop beating up the blue one! Piyoko chirped.

"Hey, snitch," Legend hissed.

"Vet, please put the psycho poultry away--"

"Psycho?! Piyoko is not psycho!" Linkle snarled. "She is an angel!"

"She actually tried to pluck the eyes out of Ganon," Legend admitted.

"Yeah! She actually... she what?" Linkle looked at him confusedly.

Legend grinned. "You heard me. But uhh, it is getting kinda late and I'd rather not be bothering the locals, despite how clearly used to this they are. So, inn and food?

He looked over at Time, who nodded. He seemed a bit surprised but mostly amused.

"Yeah, to the inn and get dinner," Legend repeated then held up Piyoko again, "or I'll sic' her on you and I promise you, she'll win."

Linkle blinked while Warriors just stared. Then the woman grinned. "I like this kid, Link. You found some good ones, but I claim these two."

"Wha--hey!"

"You had Mask and Tune! I'm claiming these two!"

"You’re not even on this quest!"

"I am now, bitch!"

You know? Legend liked Linkle, she was great.

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[creedslove]

NSFW ALPHABET - JAVIER PEÑA

Javier Peña x f!reader

A/N: in case you haven't noticed, I'm horny for Javier Peña

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Javi is a real gentleman when it comes to aftercare, he is all about warm cloths to wipe the cum off your body, hands you glasses of water and gets you blankets if you're cold 

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers) 

His favorite body part is his cock, obviously, but he also likes his arms because he can use them to hold you, lift you up or trap you against the bed. His favorite part of your body in an erotic way are definitely your tits and your clit, he could spend hours kissing and teasing it. 

Non erotically, he likes your hand because of course your nails are always neatly done for him 

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it) 

He likes to mark you as his with his cum. Of course cumming inside is the easiest way, but he also loves to see your pretty face dripping with it all the way down your tits

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory) 

A very dark part of him would like to try some gun play with you, but he never attempted it because he doesn't want to scare you off 

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing) 

Please. We're talking about Javier Peña… the man knows what he is doing, from the streets of Laredo to the streets of Colombia he's had more pussy (and ass) than any other motherfucker. 

F= Favorite position 

He's all about the good old doggy style, but he also likes to fuck you on your side while you face the mirror so you won't miss any detail of who's giving you that cook so good and when he's tired he likes when you ride him 

G= Goofy (how serious are they) 

Javi is usually pretty serious during sex because he takes sex seriously, sex is great, he loves sex, why would he mess around? 

H= Hair (grooming habits) 

Javi is quite hairy down there, but he keeps things trimmed so it won't bother you too much when you go down on him 

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty) 

It doesn't matter if he's being romantic or rough, he is always dirty. Javier Peña was born a walking sin, so regardless of his mood, he is gonna add a dirty touch. He'll either dirty talk to you A LOT mostly in spanish, don't forget you are his puta and or he'll slip one digit to your asshole to caress it or finger it if you're in the mood

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often) 

When you two aren't spending the night together he might rub one off in shower if he isn't too tired after work, when he travels on business and you can't go alone he calls you and he always jerks off as you guys have phone sex

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual) 

Nail kink 

Squirting 

Thigh riding (and making you lick the wet spot clean you left on his jeans) 

Ass eating

L= Location (where they like to get it on) 

Anywhere really, when you guys are out he likes fucking you in his car, in his office and also in some narrow, dark, street downtown where anyone can pass by and see how much of a puta you are for him  

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons) 

Anything can make Javier horny, he is the definition of horny, sometimes just the general adrenaline of his daily job makes pumps the blood towards that place and he can't even help it 

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do) 

Breeding kink at all, he doesn't really wanna be a father so all that baby talk while having sex is a turn off to him

Degradation kink: the man is a praiser, he will praise you for being gorgeous, for being such a nice little whore and for taking his cock so well 

Male/female/male threesomes: he is a hypocrite and he knows it, he loves female/male/female threesomes and nothing is hotter to him than watch you eating another girl's pussy and vice versa, or how the two of you would share his cock, licking him and exchanging sloppy kisses with his cum in your mouths. But he will not share you with another guy, the mere thought of a man fucking you makes him rage. So if you wanna try some DP, you'd better take your dildo out of the drawer

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are) 

50/50 he enjoys doing it and he loves receiving it, Javi is very skillful and he knows exactly where to press your buttons. He is also pretty good at rimming and he can convince anyone to let him have their tight ass 

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed) 

Usually he's got a fast pace unless the occasion calls for something more romantic or slower, in case he's injured or just plain tired, Javi lasts for a decent time in bed, but just to be safe, he'd rather start by making you cum at least once before he does as well 

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard) 

You both love quickies as his lifestyle is so agitated it's not always you have enough time to take the time you need, so you gotta make things fast 

R= Risk (do they like to try new things) 

He is always into new things, the dirtier the better 

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts) 

Javi can go for a few rounds a day, he's got no problem with that 

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers) 

Javier doesn't own toys but he has no problem in using yours to spice up things, he would love to place your clit sucker on the highest speed and watch your legs shake 

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves) 

He teases when he's patient enough for it, otherwise he just likes to get straight to the point 

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk) 

Javi dirty talks a lot but he isn't very loud, he grunts and moans and mostly into your ear, but he loves when you go crazy and make a lot of noise 

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort) 

He enjoys footjobs more than he tells you but he feels kinda awkward in asking you for it 

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants) 

Javi's cock is thick, at least 7 inches and a shade lighter than his skin tone. His tip is rosey and his balls are heavy. 

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level) 

Again… this is Javier Peña we are talking about so I guess we already know?

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

If he's exhausted he might sleep after, but it happens rarely. Usually he still goes for a smoke and only then he is able to close his eyes and fall asleep.

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[wasyago]

how did u get so good at composition:3 did u like to draw background all the time or it came to be after practice how long does one piece usually take:333

hehe well, thank you first of all. second of all... um both? practice yes, no one gets it on the first time. and just. i dont know? doing it over and over again and trying new things and experimenting, seeing what works, what doesn't, where the background is needed and not.

i remember i heard a lot of artists around me saying that they didn't like or couldn't draw backgrounds, and for some reason i decided that im not gonna be like other girls and learn to do it. and i uhhh.... just started? drawing backgrounds? i was trying, and watching tutorials on youtube, and seeing how other people did it and eventually it got easier? i can say that i definitely enjoyed figuring out how to do it, struggling to get the perspective and composition right. like, it was hard but i had a lot of fun doing it, so it felt natural and just like, normal art progression? it didn't feel like i was going out of my way to draw backgrounds, i just did it when i felt like it?

at some point i joined a character ask, you know, when people ask questions and you draw the character answering. and i decided that im gonna draw a background for each answer instead of it being a character on a blank background. and doing this, like, specifically trying to draw backgrounds and tell a story with them, and doing it regularly and coherently, it helped me progress a lot. like, i started with a character sitting on a couch in a room, and then it got better and better, multiple rooms, multiple angles of the same room, different locations and images. it helped me a ton. just, figuring out when you need a background, when its rather i did something simple for one frame and focused on the other instead, where the character needs to be positioned, etc.

i can say i didn't do a lot of proper studies, and if i did maybe it would've been helpful... i only drew things that were in my head, with characters that i liked, with imaginary locations and stuff. never really drew from photos... we did go on plein-airs, or whatever they're called, when i was in art school, so drawing backgrounds from real life probably also helped a little, but i can't remember anything about it so it didn't do as much.

i looked at a lot of art from cool artists and expanded my visual library, i analyzed their art trying to figure out why i like it and how to make my art have the same kind of feeling. and i still do! sometimes something just takes over me and i scroll pinterest for 3 hours looking at pretty art and going to artists' profiles and saving art and using it as inspiration later. and it helps! a lot!

i dont know where this post is going ummm. i guess if you want to learn to draw something, just like, start. scrap it if you don't like it and try again, have fun, don't get attached. and uhh, i felt a little nostalgic so here are some of my pieces that i did throughout the years. definitely feels like i got better at it recently, but there's still a lot of room for improvement

oh and for your second question. one piece takes about ummmm... more than a thousand episodes, thats 20 minutes times 1000 devided by 60 devided by 24... we're looking at about 14+ days of non stop watching?

no but for real. i dont really keep track of time when im drawing, uhh. plus depending on the complexity... my recent jrwi drawings are sketches, so they took maybe one or two hours max. something rendered uhhh, maybe 5 hours? if i don't finish it in one day the chances of this drawing ever getting done are super low, soo yeah

[writingquestionsanswered]

Hi,

I'm an amateur novelist working on two books, and I'm close to finishing the first one. The problem is, I wrote it without dividing it into chapters. Could you kindly offer guidance on how to effectively divide my manuscript into chapters? Thank you for your time.

Have a lovely day - Annie💌💌

Dividing a Manuscript into Chapters

Chapters are made up of one to three scenes, so really what you're looking to do is find the scenes and group them together into chapters.

Scenes are like mini-stories that have their own central character, conflict or dilemma, and beginning/middle/end. A scene tends to take place within a relatively small interval of time, in a specific location. A scene ends when one of the following things happen:

-- the scene conflict is either resolved, leads to a setback, or creates a new question that the reader will want to have answered

-- the scene dilemma is resolved and leads to a decision (that must later be acted upon)

-- there is a big change in time (a few hours)

-- there is a big change in venue (biology class to gym class)

-- the POV character needs to change

So, the first thing you need to do is read through your story and break it up into its individual scenes using the information above. Once you have your scenes marked out, you can start grouping related scenes into chapters.

The scenes within a chapter should feel related in some way and will usually take place within related locations and a relatively short period of time.

Let's look at some theoretical scenes:

Scene 1 - Mindy is at the breakfast table with her family talking about her first day a t a new school.

Scene 2 - Mindy meets Jake on the bus and he agrees to be her tour guide for the day.

Scene 3 - Jake meets Mindy in the cafeteria at lunch and shows her around the school after they eat.

Scene 4 - the next afternoon, Mindy is in her backyard and has a video call with her sister where she talks about her new friend Jake.

Scene 5 - Mindy gets a text from Jake after her call with her sister, and is then asked by her parents to babysit her smaller siblings.

Now, to group these scenes into chapters...

Scene one is in Mindy's POV and takes place at her home the morning of her first day at school. Scene two, also from Mindy's POV, takes place on the bus on the way to school, so a little later that same morning. These two scenes are closely related because they share a POV character, both have to do with Mindy's first day at school, and since the bus takes her from home to school, it's not a significant change in location from home. So, scene one and two can be in one chapter together.

In scene three, we switch to Jake's POV, and we're now in the middle of the school day and focused not on preparing for Mindy's first day of school but actually living it. So, we know we're going to start a new chapter here.

With scene four, we're back in Mindy's POV and it's the next afternoon. Since we've jumped to a new POV, a new day, and a new location, we know we're going to start a new chapter.

Scene five takes place shortly after scene four and in the same location (home), so we can group scene four and five into one chapter.

I hope that makes sense!

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[kimmiessimmies]

📩 Simblr question of the day: Do you have a process for making your simblr posts?

answer in whatever way is most comfortable for you and feel free to share this SQOTD around, make sure to use the hashtag SQOTD and tag me in separate posts ~ 💛

This question was contributed by an anon in @simblr-question-of-the-day !

Thank you SQOTD Anon or forwarding Anon for this question!

I have an extensive process for my story posts.

Timeline. The whole story is set out in a timeline. This is an Excel document outlining what is happening when. The timeline is very much a living document in the sense that I change it constantly. Things happen as I go that spark new ideas, and then new chapters are added to the timeline. But there's an outline, I know where I'm going. 😊

Writing. My story (and the timeline) is divided into chapters. First, I write a chapter. Very much like a book. I write all the dialogues, all the narrative and I make notes about things I want to add in image later.

Pose selection / scripting. I take my written chapter and go through it scene by scene pre-selecting poses from my database (a folder system) I think will fit what I want to tell/show in this scene.

Setting up. Downloading things I need for a scene, setting up the location, dressing Sims, getting everyone where they need to be.

Shooting. I shoot my chapter scene by scene. Pose, shoot, pose, shoot. It takes a while...

Adapting. While I shoot, I adapt my chapter. I change things depending on the shot I could get. Sometimes something unexpected happens in a shoot which prompts me to rewrite a large chunk of my chapter. I don't mind that, I like when the unexpected influences the story.

Select and edit. I go through my pictures and select and edit the ones I plan to use. Most edits are minor, just adapt light and frame the shot. But sometimes I need to do some drawing to make up for clipping. Most of my shots never make it into the story. 😄

Combine text and image. I go to WordPress first and put the chapter together; image, text, image, text, etc. I don't publish yet.

Simblr. Finally, it's Simblr time. I cut up the WordPress post, deciding which points are good places to do this, add tags etc and queue it all.

Coming Up. I put up my "Coming Up on A Taste of Honey" post a day before my chapter starts running.

And we're off! When I have a running chapter, my first story post of the day always goes live at 13:00 / 1pm (GMT +1) and then every half hour. Usually three posts a day, sometimes two, sometimes four. Depending on the flow.

For all non-story posts I don't really have a system. I try to plan replies to asks, taggames and random character posts in the same time-rhythm as the story posts, but sometimes it's more random.

Thanks for asking! Sorry for the essay, I hope it was at least somewhat interesting. I'm curious to see other answers to this question. 😊