#watching him beat this guy's ass is sooooo satisfying

[nobaras-resonance]

daddy??? [who said that...]

[istherewifiinhell]

i kept fucking up so i watched these on 2 diff mornings and couldnt even schedule post them. UM OKAY more eps joelle told me to watch i already forgot what number they are

roasted this sad boy so hard now i will learn why he is so so sad

kouka… kagura family member?

INTRO. FREEZE FRAME. is that sugis guysssssssss is that sugi in a comaaa is that fucking banzai

oboro. THAT MAN. shouyouuuuuu

hair? man??? ALIENS.

THAT MAN

being a pirate is MORE important that ur family. got it boss

damn u shit head did u abandon ur sister in the rain the same way ur father ababanoned you. BREAK NO CYCLES!

karuga girl i think your family sucks maybe???

GIN KINDNESS. FUCKING. uhhh infailable asshole kindness social graces of this place is a shithole but so are we all.

SHINPACHI! ur in this show! and you can speak. thats crazy.

YES GIRL GET UR PTO

GUN ARMS????

SAKAMOOOOOOOTTTTOOOOOO :3

where IS SUGI. IM ALWAYS ASKING THIS.

GUN. most girl design ever to girl but GUN.

banzaiiii no u good bbg?

FUCK OFF OBORO

space ships……..

what happens to That Man some insects will never stop flapping their wings UNTIL THEY REACH HEAVEN (archieval footage: him getting his Ass Beat) i got my wing from THE SAME MAN (that man…), so i know.

yes girl yes time to be soooo normal right

u cant tell sugi shouyou isnt dead. thats. thats his whole idenity there. u know

oboro in this outfit/shot framing… why he kinda….

HEY LITTLE FAIL SON. HEY LITTLE SHITTO.

GJHFGJHG GIVING THIS LITTLE CHILD UR. IMMORTAL BLOOD. I HOPE U LIVE AND HATE ME FOREVER. well. thats gintama isnt it. BUT OKAY. hmmmm. take responisiblity for ur actions

hesssss sooooo little……

IM NO TEACHER… well. uh huh. sure ur not sensei.

nooooooooo nooo u did NOT adopt the dog u hit with ur car who then TURNED U INTO THE FUCKING. GUY. THE THE. GIN.TAMA TRAUMA LINCHPIN GUY. nooooooooo

^_^ mode ACTIVATED.

ROBOT ARM. HOT HOT HOT. OBORO U BEEN HOLDING OUT ON ME

i cant believe im tryna watch these flash backs during a sugi fight. GIRL.

EYE TRAUMA 4 EYE TRAUMA. GIRLS I LOVE U SO MUCH. NEVER BREAK THE CYCLEEEEEEEEEE

a school born under a pine tree, its just you and me. hmm mmh im sure no other white haired child will ever echo words like this back at you. surely not.

LOOK OBORO YOULL HAVE SOOOO MANY LITTLE SIBLINGS. IT WILL BE GREAT. YOULL LOVE IT

are u becoming a devious little killer to save his live. even tho he didnt ask…..

STABBED YOURSELF. TINY CHILD. ohhhh

appearently I HE THOUGHT I WAS DEAD. YEAH. YEAH OBORO. ANY THOUGHT WHY THAT MIGHT BE. MAYBE THE. YOU KILLED YOURSELF AND A BUNCH OF OTHER PPL IN FRONT OF HIM.

i cannot believe. i get how. in concept. okay child raised in. killing world. solves his problems with killing. BUT ITS SO FUNNY GIRL NO ONE ASKED U DO TO THAT. i love you. WHY DID U DO THAT.

okay. okay. okay okay. YOU. YOU DID ALL THAT. so he and his school and ur junior students. GET TO LIVE. "and even tho im not at his side im satisfied" or whatever you said. (sees him and and your junior students. living) NOW HOLD ON. I NEED TO RUIN THEIR LIVES. girl….

okay hang on. "one swore to never betray him again" shot of oboro. "the other swore to bring him back, even if it meant having to kill him again" shot sugi. OKAY BUT. REMIND MEEEEEE. who. WHOOOO killed him. and knew he was gonna come back. cause… I FEEL LIKE IT WASNT SUGI.

ahhhh there was intercuts there but the flashing was too much i guess will never know.

CAN U PASS ON MY LAST WORDS TO MY STUDENTS. WITHOUT YOU I NEVER WOULDVE GOTTEN TO MEET THEM. WITHOUT YOU I NEVER WOULDVE BECOME (SHOUYOU). THANK YOU. sensei has one move and its thanking his beloved eldest daughters for killing him.

ive seen with my own eyes. my junior student im so proud of. actually i cant even clown on you for this trying to kill your fellow students cause you love them so much its textbook in this family. okay. continue.

OH YEA IS SOMEONE GONNA SAY. what utsuro (that man) is

oh hey the theme that has the. one cb bepop reference. ive seen that frame. <- this ended one ep and began the next.

NEXT EP

recap. i heard this. thats how. THAT MAN. became. blah blah.

oh he was not always immortal? or no one knew

DEVIL. GINTOKI. yeah okay. COOL yeah yeah.

his fucking uhhhhhhh anthy swag.

THAT WHY HE GAVE BIRTH? if u say so.

why didnt he just leave the prison. is he stupid. etcetc

okay go on killing spree. sure. thats fair. who hasnt

the one that hated humans. feared humans. longed to be human.they were all me. we love a thesis statement thank you.

WOAH shouyou protagonist eyes moment.

COOOOOOOOL SHOT. UTSURO GIN OVERLAP. ahah. fun tool to help us later.

hey is this the same green guy or a different green guy. cool voice.

everyone wants to use the unkilliable killing machine to their ends. BUDDY they wont even let. (joke pending) buddy he wont even let... himself. use him. to his ends. hmm.

Knows how to make others immortal. SAD OBORO FACE.

(atlana lore) DAMN THATS CRAZY.

WHAT IN THE KINGDOM HEARTS Organization 13 is this room.

anyway utsuro lol. um. damn are u a well looked after and revered gun but not the one who pulls the trigger. sucks bro.

(bunch of shots of cool alien dudes)WOW THATS CRAZY

put him in the saw trap blood extrator. sexual stylez.

lmao he uh. took the hands from ALL OF THEM. and NO ONE NOTICED.

MORE COOLL ALIENS. qwantz comic. i get it now.

shoyou gives BIRTH i get it

i could fight for sensis. That man. or myself

IF U COULD HAVE DONE IT AGAIN. you would just say. HI DAD. IM ALIVE. can i COME HOME NOW. PLEASE???? yeah. you should have. [being a cunt but very moved by the editing of his speech to the. intercuts of the junior students yeah yeah. okay YEAH]

fucking. OF COURSE sugi is there to be like. wow u waisted ur life and died so beautifully im gonna cradle his body so elegantly etcetc.

oh u guys also gave birth. (to utsuro) congrats

zuraaaa just. taking in the extra. big trauma moments info gin is given like a champ. dude. WHAT IS UR persepctive on all this. man.

↳ BUD ARE U GETTING POSSESSED BY SHOUYOU TO SAY ALL THIS. well that would track. WHAT THE HELL. yeah. the becon of hope kill his teacher to say the students the ideals. win the trolley problem. GIN STOP SMILLING AT PPL WHEN THEY DIE (he cant its what he was put on this earth to do)

sakamoto: everyone gave birth to everyone. thank u m.preg expert

kaguraaaaa dad. what. DO U HAVE THE LORE DROP? are u the eight dragons penis fight guy.

ROBOT ARMS

hey sad little gay boy gura brother.

SPACEEEEE SHOT HI HI HI SO BEAUITUFL BEAUTIFUL SHIPS

[samswinchesters]

Heyooo anon here! I got around to rewatching this weeks dw ep and I’m going bonkers!! Unironically think it’s one of my favorite episodes to date. The scene with BJ and Rosemary at the end was horrifying like ew ew ew get away from her!!! Jim better figure out how to extort BJ for every cent he can get, steal his house to give back to Rosemary, and then beat his ass for good measure imo. There is something so wrong with that man at a cellular level. Seeing Bern taking charge to save Joe was great, Gordo really had the audacity to tell HER that he lost a “good man,” like that’s her Dad we’re talking about!! Take three steps back!!! (Shoutout to his comment about the pancakes tho that was funny). On the topic of Joe and Colton, HOLY SHIT. I’ll try to not go on too long about this at risk of sounding crazy but. That entire march was insane. Watching Joe absolutely dog walk the killer was hot I mean wild like they had the guy tied up at the neck and getting yanked to the ground or kicked in the head or choked out every 5 seconds. 11/10. The actual fights were so good too like the two of them screaming in agony rolling in the dirt? Chilling. Show-stopping. etc etc. Zahn was actually incredible here like he’s always been really good but this episode he was on a whole other level. He didn’t say too much the whole march but you can tell every single thing he’s feeling by his eyes and the snarl on his face alone. And the stare down at the end of episode was so good I could practically feel the resentment radiating off Joe. No one is doing it like him!!

Also I was reading an article about the season and the writer made an interesting comment?

“Watching this week's penultimate Season 2

episode, you're bound to do a double take

upon learning a very surprising fact about

Manuelito's romantic past. (Seriously, there

is no preparing for it.)”

Like double take? No preparing for it??

OMG HIIIII ���🙌🏽 i was starting to wonder where you went like I was looking over at both inboxes and being like my dark winds anon…..🚶🏽‍♀️

okayyyy that ending was BRAZY get your hands off her or I’ll eat the rest of your steak -_- like it’s making my head spin that we only have so few episodes left and it’s making me want to do zoomies in the backyard. if we get to see jim give a good beat down on some white guy, I would call this season a success even though this season has already blown my eyebrows clean off. NEVER underestimate a girl and her father figure like gordo just wouldn’t understand 🙄 but I will give him extra points for being a funny bitch !!

there’s just something about dragging your oppressor through the desert on a leash is soooo satisfying like I’m sooooo sorry for him having a broken arm and probably a concussion but joe having blood over his face and being absolutely consumed by his emotions is soooo scrumptious. they really stepped up this season like its almost cathartic to see these characters release their rage AS THEY SHOULD!! this season has really set the stage for all the actors to bring their A game and they EXCEL at it. if nobody is nominated for any award, oh, the academy will be hearing from me personally.

oh anon, we are really in it now….what is going onnnnn is anyone ready to go homeeeee omfgggg I’m so scared but excited and intrigued it’s only going to be buckwild from here on out huh

[mcfreakin-bxtch]

A Soldier’s Birthday

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader or Bucky Barnes x You

Warnings: Smut (y’all wrap it before you tap it), language

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Sooooo it’s Sunday guys. Enjoy the Sin! You can also find this on ao3.

Masterlist

James Buchanan Barnes has had many birthdays, and hopefully many more to come. Especially if you were part of the picture. The day started out as lovely as ever: the perfect breakfast in bed (you had gotten up extra early to beat his time and surprise him), surprises and small gifts from friends. Tony, being the Stark that he is, decided it was best to throw a party for the ex- Winter Soldier; he felt as though Tony was just using an excuse. You catered to his every want and need with extra attention today, making sure Bucky would have a good day; it was well deserved in your eyes. 

“Do we have to go to this party, doll?” Bucky asked as he threw on the last piece to his plain outfit – a simple dress shirt and pants, nothing extravagant – as you changed in the bathroom, applying little makeup as you didn’t want to take attention away from your dress. 

“Yes!” You called out. “Just for a little while, baby. He really wants us to be there and it is in your name after all.”

“I rather just sit in,” Bucky mumbled.

You smiled at yourself in the mirror as you were satisfied with your work, stepping out of the bathroom with swaying hips. Bucky turned towards you as you did, his hungry eyes covering every inch of you. The dress was a beautiful medium length red, with a slit down the sides starting from your thigh; you smirked when you first laid eyes on the dress, knowing it was sure to drive Bucky crazy: your thighs were one his favorite parts to hold on to in extreme ecstasy. 

Bucky licked his lips, not taking his eyes off your form. “Are you sure we should go darling? I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off you.”

You took a few steps towards him until you were close enough to feel his breath fan across your face. You leaned up until your lips were mere centimeters from his; Bucky loved this game just as much as you did. The teasing, the forbidden small looks and touches, the rush of people seeing, the build up! It was heaven for the both of you. A delicious game that always ended in both of you (sometimes only Bucky if you were misbehaving) fucked out but completely blissful. 

“Be a good boy and I’ll give you my last present after, okay?”You backed away with a smirk at James’s already dazed and hungry state.

“I’m going to fucking wreck you.” He growled, smacking your ass hard as you walked by to the door, yelping as he did so. 

It didn’t take long to get to the tower from your shared apartment. The tension between the two of you was hot and thick, and you loved it. Like a predator hunting for his prey, his eyes stalked you as you paraded around the party. 

“So, how’s your little plan working out so far?” Natasha teased you as you were both huddled in a corner with drinks in your hands.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you feigned innocence as you took a sip. 

“Oh please,” Natasha scoffed. “I see what you’re doing with that dress. And Barnes sure isn’t hiding the fact that he’s been undressing you with his eyes since you both got here.”

You grinned around your glass, eyes searching for Bucky’s. He was standing with Steve and Sam, laughing and chatting away. This had to be the first time all night he’s taken his lustful eyes off you. 

It was you and Steve who brought out the cake, giving a loving kiss to his cheek as everyone sang happy birthday. You made it a point to gather some of the icing on your finger and suck it off your finger in front of him, making sure no one else was paying attention; his eyes immediately went dark as he imagined your lips around your cock. It didn’t take long after for Bucky to call it an early night and practically drag you out of there, Natasha giving you a wink and a thumbs up as you waved bye to her. 

Times like these were when you were so fucking lucky you and Bucky had your own place. No worries over anyone barging in or having to be quiet. There was no holding back. And it was fucking perfect. 

“Do you realize how much effort it took to not bend you over that bar and fuck you in front of everyone,” Bucky growled as he pushed you onto your bed. 

“What are you going to do about it soldier?” You asked, already out of breath from the pure excitement. 

“On your knees, now.”You obeyed instantly, done with the teasing and ready to give your man his birthday present. He was being so patient after all. 

Your hands reached towards his belt, quickly unbuckling it and the button on his pants, mouth watering at the sight of his confined erection. You gave him a few soft kisses on his lower abdomen, enjoying the way his stomach muscles clenched at the feeling of her soft lips. He gripped your hair when you placed a wet kiss on his hard length through his boxers, finally pulling him out and wrapping a fist around it. He sucked in a breath at the feeling of your hand on him, buckling his hips into your hand. 

“Fuuuck,” he cursed under his breath when you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, moaning at the salty taste of his precum. 

You took as much of his dick in your mouth as you could, fisting what you couldn’t fit in your mouth and moving in a steady rhythm that had him breathing heavily and tug at your hair. He let you take control for a while before pumping his hips, moaning and groaning as he did so. When you felt his muscles clench and stutter under your palm he pulled you away, a string of saliva trailing from your lips. 

“Strip. Hands and knees on the bed.”

God you could’ve come at the sound of his gruff, commanding tone alone. You were already so wet from sucking him off, your juices glistening on your thighs. You quickly did as you were told, your body trembling with the thoughts of what he was going to do to you. You felt the bed dip under his weight before you felt his hand glide between your thighs, gasping when you felt his fingers prodding at your wetness. 

“Already this wet from sucking my dick huh, babygirl?” He chuckled, rubbing a small circle on your clit as you moaned before pulling his hand away. You whined in protest. 

“I always take care of my girl,” he cooed, cupping your breast with one hand and tweaking your perk nipple as the other pumped his length at your entrance. You moaned loudly when he pushed in, you were so wet he was able to hit some many deep spots already, buried to the hilt. 

“Jesus,” Bucky breathed, pulling out and watching his glistening cock disappear back into aching heat. 

“James,” you whined pathetically, knowing it was such a turn on for him when you used his full name in bed. 

He started to pick up the pace after a few thrusts, going harder and faster into you, clutching your hips with bruising grips; he was always careful with his metal arm. You buried your face into your pillow when your groans started to turn into screams, clutching the bedsheets tightly. 

“Ah!” You shouted when he landed a hard smack against your ass, your cheek already turning red. 

“I wanna hear all of those pretty noises baby,” Bucky grunted, grabbing a makeshift ponytail of your hair and tugging back lightly, lifting your head from the pillows. 

Your headboard was banging against the wall now, and you couldn’t find it in you to care when he was hitting all your sweet spots with each powerful thrust and moaning and grunting as he did. You thrived off his noises of pleasure just as much as he did yours. 

“James,” you gasped out as he smacked you again, groping the red spot after. 

“I’m close.”

“I know.”He pulled out of you then, flipping you around on your back before you could process the loss of his dick inside your velvety walls before he quickly but carefully pushed back home. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed into her mouth before stealing a sultry kiss that was nothing but teeth and tongue. 

You moaned into the kiss, meeting his thrusts the best you could as your walls fluttered around him. His hand wrapped around your throat, carefully squeezing as you gasped. His metal hand reached your pussy, rubbing his thumb on your clit, making your hips buckle.

“I’m gonna-!”

“Do it. Come for me.”

You came with a chocked shriek, your shaking legs tightening around his hips. Bucky groaned at the sight of your undone state and the feel of your walls squeezing him before coming inside you, giving a few more hard thrusts before collapsing on top of you, mindful of his crushing weight on yours. 

It felt as though it was hours before you could finally regulate your breaths, Bucky waiting patiently as you did so. He reached his head up and gave you a soft kiss, pecking your lips a few more times before pulling out slowly, a groan of protest leaving the both of you. 

“Happy birthday, Buck,” you broke the silence, laying on your side to face him. 

Bucky smiled and cupped your cheek to kiss you. “I love you,” he said softly. 

You grinned. “I love you too.”    

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[shesawriter39049]

BTS -HS-HEADCONS

(Slightly NSFW ) ..JUST A LIL

Mkay ..disclaimer this is all in good FUN, I’m also a fellow 94 liner, so if the boys were in the US, we would’ve been in HS together!

This is Obv very Westernized and I’m writing this as if they aren’t the art school AU’s people typically write

(EDITED 8/5/2020)

Jimin-

-A whole thot thot, I mean don’t get me wrong he’s a total sweetheart but he’s still a walking  thirst trap, no cap, no filter! He’s kinda ”famous” on social media(Prob like 15-20k) Snap, IG, FB, you name it...for some reason he always seems to work out shirtless. LOVES to take pics so you KNOW he worked out shirtless!

-Please don’t let any form of R&B play at a party...It’s a wrap, what you tryin to see? Some grind work? A little hip roll action? You want a lap dance? Tongue out and all! The Asian alllll the black girls girls love(Obviously not just black girls but lets be real..it takes a certain...appeal..and Jimin has it!) 

- Gives off that whole “My dad owns, about 5 nail salons and beauty supplies in the hood” kinda vibe! (Meaning hes comfortable around different walks of life,he doesn't feel out of place easily, hes the type of person that everybody can gravitate towards) The boy has swag and he knows it…got everybody from Megan to Brian thirsty as all hell! 

-Will win best hair his senior year..without a doubt, well if he doesn't fry it first!... Looks like a walking Pantene commercial, yes, more so because he can’t go two seconds without running his fingers through his scalp!

-KING of subtle shade...knows all the tea but acts like he doesn't as he slowly sips his Starbucks. The type to honestly forget he’s told 3 different girls they could wear his jersey/Letterman jacket! Until they all text him Thursday night ....

-A jock that’s cool with everybody! The type to cuss out his fellow athletes that are total dick wads and bully people... I feel like he’d be a damn good running back, he has the right height a muscle build up for it. 

-Owns a pair of buffs, don't lie to yourself you know you could see it too...wears skinny jeans with Timberland's 😒, still wears 3878374 rings. Believe it or not he gives me like Tilly’s/Zumiez/PacSun vibes!

-Drives a red obnoxiously loud scat pack that’s tinted way past the legal shade! He drifts on the weekends. Jimin would be your local plug IDC,IDC,IDC...LOL I said what I said, got a whole eighter hiding in a fake bottle of orange juice!

- Just flirting his way through high school living his best life… will fuck someone up if need be, has a slight temper, sassy as hell, can roll his eyes with the best of them. ”Would it be ...too extra if I changed outfits and dates during the dance?..Serious question guys! ” 

- He’d be the one that all the girls say gives the best head ...I mean..those lips..that tongue..HELLO! Stroke game on point...I feel like he’d have no filter when it comes to talking about sex publicly. No shame, loves to tease you, at the worst times, down to sneak off to the bathroom, or the janitors closet! Will bend you over behind the bleachers after they win a football game...if your down...gang, gang!

Namjoon-

-An Asian with light skin tendencies ...the one that low key may think he’s black (I’m joking!! lmao,,,maybe) 

-He’s that one person that legitimately everyone likes...no matter how hard you may try..you just can’t dislike him! 

-He actually is class president!

-Hangs out with all the basketball players and has the freshest Jordans..but can’t hoop! He’s on the school newspaper..writes the sports column...is still that free spirit telling you to live your best damn life.  

-Either looks like he’s going to a business meeting or like he just picked out damn near everything from Champs there’s no in between! 

-Makes and sells beats on the side, would also have a strong social media presence! He’s be the type to have a ton of followers on Sound Cloud and Spotify!

-The type to try and talk is way into and or around everything “I understand hats are against the wardrobe but I’m just trying to express myself and I think it’s right to give everybody self expression” Wears glasses, though none of us really know if he needs them forreal forreal…. Wears a snowman on his wrist (A big iced out watch). 

-Drives a white BMW 430, puts cones around his car in the parking lot..Yoongi and Jimin kick the cones...faithfully..everyday!

-Don’t let his niceness fool you, will cook your ass in the blink of an eye if need be! Prefers a good verbal situation though, the king of a good word battle will have you all types of trying to check the dictionary to understand what he just said! Got you standing there like a misplaced student in honors English… 

- If shit get’s physical well..we can’t let the president fight soo...he’ll call Yoongi or Jimin to handle it for him…. Because...well his Jay’s are brand new..and only 10 other people have them...sooooo..OR maybe it’s lowkey because he can’t fight all that well...baby’s not coordinate OKAY!? Don’t @ me! 

-Oophfff daddy long leg! Lmao nah but you know he’d be the one...the one that every girl says he’s packin..and he is...He’d be little more reserved..and modest when it comes to his skills but he’s damn sure not shy! Would deff skip lunch, for a quickey at the park..yes the park.....would leave for lunch in a suit...come back in some joggers....real subtel....

Yoongi -

-The unexpected jock ...the one who can kick your entire ass in basketball, one of the stars on the team! Shooting Guard, has a championship ring from every year he’s played!

-Picks and chooses when he wants to be social. Just judge his mood based on his  face that day!

-DJ’s every party and school event. Often gets into trouble for not playing the clean versions of songs!

-He’s on the morning broadcast with Jimin and Jin...also forgets to censor himself. I.E “Peter Pan opened last night and it sucked actual ass!” 

-Lowkey highkey funny AF, king of sarcasm and one liners!

-Purposely owns an old school Chevelle instead of a new car, also drifts on the weekends.

- Lives in like the flyest loungewear...joggers, hoodies,Jays..doesn't look like he tried but still looks bomb AF. 

-Another one that will creep up on you when it comes to his skill in bed, the one that girls say there surprised with how passionate and attentive he is! In contrast to how  hard his exterior can be, the type to take his time and make sure your more than satisfied….

 -Always, ALWAYS has his headphones in, lives and breathes music! He raps on the side, competes in underground competitions, and win’s without even trying! Refuses to ever participle in the schools talent show because he can’t swear therefore they are hindering his creative flow! 

-Constantly looks like he’d rather cut his own testie off than be “here” right now. 

-Will walk out if you don't let him go to the bathroom when he feels like it, actually he’ll just walk out period…”Yoongi where are you going!?” . 

“Oh I need another espresso shot before I sit through this extremely falsely sugarcoated reality of how Columbus “discovered”  a place that was already there!” 

Jimin: “Aww man, sit down I got you! I was just about to have Pizza Hut sent to the office, you wanna add into my postmates order!!?” 

😩😂😂😂...I canttttt ..maybe I’ll do the other four!? Again all in good fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I often wonder what the boys would be like if they were born in the states. Then I realize the lack of filter they’d all have especially JIMIN and I’m grateful for the cultural differences that come with them being Korean born !

UPDATE- 7/29...I think I might turn these headcons into a lil sum sum...writing these reminded me that I actually enjoyed HS (For me my “shitty” period was like elementray and part of middle school) But I made HS my bitch, and had so much damn fun lol !

7/30- PART 1

[11thstreetgirl]

Sparks (Nasty x male reader)

Summary: The Hanoi boys show up at your usual haunt and make the place buzz. There’s unexpected sparks between you and Nasty. Flirty banter and things ensue...

Requested? Yesss by @thespacecowboyyy thank you!

AN: Sooooo this turned out weird. I’m not happy at all with it and Nasty feels very out of character and the dance scene is like the shittiest thing I’ve ever written, but this was so fun to write! It’s been years since I got a text out of my head this easily! So thank you! Also this turned out longer than I planned so I decided to post it in two parts if you guys like it. More notes at the end. To be continued... ps I suck at titles, please bear with me

The music was loud, so loud I almost didn’t hear myself think. Not that I was thinking straight anyways, beer always made me feel funny. On a second thought, I didn’t know if coming here just to check out some guys counted as thinking straight, beer or not. I snorted at my own joke as I made my way towards the bar. I could feel the looks on my back, there was something in the air tonight, something that this place usually didn’t have. I was actually getting interested in my surroundings. I snorted again to myself. Oh wow, this shabby joint really was rubbing on me.

I ordered another beer. Mark was behind the bar as usual and padded my shoulder as he walked past. His hands were full with work, the place was packed. I sat at the end of the bar and sipped the cold drink. So, what was it about today that had the place buzzing? I scanned the dancefloor and some of the booths but didn’t see anything too out of the ordinary. People dancing, people drinking, people making out, all of the underground queer heroes coming together.

- Hey Mark! How come this place is suddenly so popular? I chaffed at the old bartender. He rolled his eyes at me and leaned on the bar.

- Dunno. Could be the band that played down the road tonight. Heard they sold out the place. They popped up here with such an entourage it would’ve put the queen herself to shame. I’ve seen them around here before too.

- Where are they?

The older man pointed to a dark corner. There was so much people it was hard to see, but there clearly was something going on. Young guys and girls swarming and seeking attention from whoever were sat in the middle.

And then the crowd shifted and I saw them. Five guys, or at least I thought they were guys, sat in a booth that was surrounded with people. They were clearly life of the party, downing drinks, laughing, flirting and keeping court. Because that was definitely what they were doing. All of the people around seemed to hold them to a high status. They had a dangerous haze around them, and it pulled me like a moth to a flame. Finally something interesting was going on in this god forbidden place.

I was pretty sure I guessed which one was the lead singer. Huge blond mane framed his face, he sparkled in the dim lights with every movement and he looked like he was about to start climbing on the walls. He was very different from the rest. They all had dark hair and somewhat mysterious feel to them. At first i couldn’t tell them apart, then i started to notice differences. The one in striped jacket seemed to be having a genuinely good time, he was laughing a lot and drinking even more. He talked to everyone around him and everyone wanted to talk to him. Next to him sat a skinny young-looking guy with hair so wild I had no idea how he saw where he was going. He had a goofy, shy smile and talked to one person at a time. Then there was the artistic guy. I could almost hear all of his rings and bracelets tinkle together as he gestured wildly when he spoke. I doubted he even cared if anyone was actually listening as he partially hid under his hat. The last guy had a different feel to him, I could tell even from this far. He was more calm but had a dangerous charm. Like someone I definitely wanted to get to know but most definitely shouldn’t. He was handsome, too. Like, really really handsome. Stupid hot to be honest. Not that all of them weren’t ridiculously good-looking but he had something that made my insides twist. He too hid under his black hair and was downing beers in a supernatural rate. I’d seen my fare share of quick drinkers here but these guys were something else. The guy was having a conversation with someone, he was resting his arm on the back of the couch and had his body partially turned towards me. He seemed to be like at home in the situation.

Suddenly he turned and looked me straight in the eyes. I felt my stomach tighten. He’d probably felt my stare on him. My heart skipped a beat as I awkwardly looked around and back at him just to see he was still looking at me. A grin spread on his face and it took all of my will power not to drop my goddamn jaw on the floor. He was gorgeous and I wanted to jump him right here.

- Close that piehole of yours comrade or you’ll be eating flies for dinner. Or some of these pervs will stick their dick in. I know they’re good looking but get your shit together man.

Oh shit. I could hear the laughter in Mark’s words but he was right. Staring wouldn’t get me anywhere. Getting this starstruck wasn’t like me at all, but that kind of guys showing up here wasn’t ordinary either.

- Ha ha. I need to be a lot more drunk for my next stunt so pour me a vodka will ya.

It didn’t take long for the alcohol to kick in. Just enough for me to loosen up a bit. I usually didn’t dance, like at all, ever, but somehow I felt this was the way to go tonight. At first it felt awkward as hell, to be shaking my ass all over, but then I got the hang of it.

The music was loud and I felt intoxicated. Whether it was the booze or the looks I got I didn’t know. I didn’t get a second of peace as there was constantly someone trying to grind on me or hold my attention. I was having fun and I was damn sure I didn’t want any of these people with me. Every now and then I took a glimpse of the guys sitting in the corner, more specifically of the stupid hot one. The look of him just sitting there, all nonchalant and rockstar, made heat rise to my cheeks. I wanted to show off and hell it felt good to know that I looked good. All the attention was doing miracles on me and I got lost in the beat and the thought of him.

- Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working.

The low voice startled me. It took a few seconds for me to get a hold of reality. As I turned around I saw the gorgeous man from the band standing dangerously close to me. His straightforward approach made me forget how to speak for a moment. It should have not been hot in any way and I probably should’ve been running in the opposite direction right now, but I couldn’t help the shiver going down my spine.

- And you think that’s a good pick-up line? Straight to the point? I finally got out of my mouth.

- Dunno. Is it working?

- Have a guess, cowboy.

I had no idea where this conversation was going, but the man in front of me clearly did. He stared me down with a smirk on his face. He was so sure of himself in such a lowkey way that made everyone else seem either like assholes or iffy.

- Well I did see you staring at me earlier and then sneaking glances at me while shaking your ass on the dancefloor so I’d say you’re the one that started.

I could feel his piercing eyes on me, but i didn’t see them clearly from behind his hair. His voice was soft but somehow stern and it made my guard slip down way faster than i liked. It took a lot more concentration to keep my cool.

- Oh, that. Yeah I saw you and your gang over there. They say you guys are a band.

- Uh-huh.

- Let me guess, you’re the drummer?

- Nope. Guitarist.

All the while he was standing way too close to me. I didn’t want to take a step back because it would have meant he’d gotten the upper hand. I wasn’t gonna give it to him so easily. He took a long, deliberate look down my body and apparently he was pleased with what he saw because the one-sided satisfied smile grew on his face. It made something move in my lower stomach and I shivered again. Nope, no way I was gonna get all hot and bothered right here right now just from a hot guy standing too close. Nope nope I wasn’t a kid anymore.

- So what is mister Guitarist’s name? I needed a distraction, fast. And another beer. Or four.

- Looks like my pick-up line is working after all. Name’s Nasty.

The man cocked his head to one side and clearly waited for a reaction to such a name. I wasn’t gonna give him one. We were still standing awkwardly on the dancefloor. We definitely needed to move.

- Hmh. Does a guitarist called Nasty want a beer?

Finally he smiled properly. It was a lot sweeter than I expected and he looked absolutely beautiful. My jaw must’ve dropped because he chuckled.

- Took the words out of my mouth.

Damn it, I needed to keep my head clear. He was wrapping me around his finger as easily as he probably made playing guitar look. The thought of him with a six-string made my knees unexpectedly weak. Not good.

I felt him follow me tightly through the mass as I navigated towards the bar. I felt nervous, I suddenly felt drunk, I felt stupid and oh so turned on. Still. Not. Good.

There was just enough room for us to squeeze through. Luckily Mark saw me and handed us our beers in no time. The Nasty dude definitely was a big deal here tonight as he constantly got pats on his back, pretty open flirting and even some straight-up invitations to fuck one’s last brain cells out in the alley. Nasty had a mischievous smile on his face as he politely turned down person after person, all the while making sure I saw all of it. Gee, I couldn’t believe this guy.

I sat on a stool and took a huge swing out of my glass. Nasty didn’t take a seat, just moved closer to me again and leaned his elbows on the bar. I reeeaaally wanted to just watch him stand there, all nonchalant and disturbingly hot. As soon as the people passed, the smile wiped off his face. It had suited him, but the serious look suited him even more. It made him look more dangerous, more in his little role. Although i wasn’t sure it was a role anymore. How come it was suddenly so warm in here? In the corner of my eye i could see a few creeps eyeing us and whispering to each other.

I downed the rest of my drink in one go. Fuck me sideways till Sunday, I didn’t see a good ending for this evening no matter what happened. Either I’d leave now and spend the rest of my night, and probably the rest of my life, jacking off to the thought of this man. Or I’d drag him home, have a marvelous time with him and then what? Probably still the same outcome. Talk about fucking till Sunday… it was already Saturday night. Damn.

But my God was he gorgeous. His eyes stayed hidden behind his hair as he observed the people around us without a trace of emotion on his face. Definitely the cool guy in the band. His jawline was as sharp as they come and cheekbones high. I traced his neck with my eyes and landed on his collarbones. He had a simple tank top on and a light blue jacket over it. It was a bit too big and a little worn out, but it just added to his i-don’t-care based charm. His pants matched the jacket and he had tucked one thumb under the waist. His hands were large and strong-looking in the very way that made a guitarist’s hands such a turn on. I was probably eye-fucking the sweet Jesus out his tall, slim figure by now.

I thought i was being discreet drooling over him, but clearly he had noticed because he chuckled. A low, warm sound.

- Like what you see?

Shit. I couldn’t get my thoughts back together in the fragment of a second I had to answer, so I went for the least horny thing that crossed my mind.

- I’ve seen better, plus your rockstar attitude isn’t gonna get you anywhere.

Great. Now I sounded like an asshole. An asshole that’s been lusting over the guy half the evening. Wonderful.

- So you trying to play tough huh? Wont work on me. I can see right through you. He leaned closer and his lips almost touched my ear as he whispered:

- I’m just like that too. He squeezed my thigh so gently it would’ve almost been polite if it wasn’t for the fact that he was very much in my personal space and I could feel his breath on my skin. He straightened back up and smiled. That’s when I saw it too. He looked almost nervous and a lot more child-like than before. Then his mojo was back with full force. He hid behind his bangs again.

- Wanna go get some fresh air?

We climbed up the stairs back to street level. After the deafening music even this part of London felt quiet. We stood there for a moment, Nasty light up a cigarette.

- So what kind of name is Nasty anyway? I asked just to say something. And why would someone so gorgeous call himself Nasty, a small voice at the back of my head wondered.

He laughed a little.

- It’s not a real name silly. Just a stage name.

- Yeah I got that. But why Nasty of all things?

He was quiet for a while, then a smirk spread on his face.

- I’m just so so nasty. Want some proof? His low voice rumbled, I bet it was on purpose. I felt a shiver roll down my spine nonetheless. My lonely night of beer and man-watching was going south fast. I should’ve known better than to play along his game, but I was getting more and more curious about this Nasty-persona. I wanted to know what was real and what was created for his little rock band. I kept stealing glaces at him. He looked like the epitome of sex, drugs and rock n’ roll with his overgrown jet black hair. A creature of the night no doubt.

He put out his cigarette and i quickly turned my eyes the other way. No way in hell I was going to get caught staring at him twice tonight.

He stood quietly for a while. This timeIi felt his gaze roaming on my body. Usually I would’ve been more self-conscious but this was just gasoline to the flames. I wanted badly to see how he looked with fire in his eyes, so I turned my head back to his direction. He was just standing there and staring at me.

With a one-sided grin and a wicked look that bore it’s was straight down to my crotch he leaned closer and planted a forceful kiss on my lips. Jesus. My mind went blank and I skipped a breath. Jesus fuck.

- See? Nasty.

He had barely gotten the words out of his mouth when I covered it with mine. He made a noise of  surprise. No way I was going to let him get control over me like that. In an instant he was kissing me back with such fire it made my knees dip. He tasted like cigarettes and beer and bad decisions, but honestly? I was too far gone to care. All the tension between us blew up into that blistering kiss. His hands took a strong grip from my sides and he pulled me closer. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. I grabbed his ass and unashamedly grinded against him. A small, unexpected moan escaped this throat and I swallowed it. He definitely wanted me as much as I wanted him.

- Excuse me! An annoyed voice broke us apart. A bouncer was staring at us with a look of warning, and as soon as my head somewhat stopped spinning I realised we’d better find a more private place before we entirely devoured each other. Nasty realised the same thing seconds later.

- Come on. Let’s go, he panted and all I could do was nod.

After what felt like an eternity keeping my hands to myself in the taxi we arrived to a house in Tootin Bec. Nasty was pretty swift in his movements for someone who was so turned on. Because he was very visibly turned on. My mind on the other hand wasn’t co-operating one bit. I just stood there and drooled as he opened the door.

- Good, the others aren’t home yet. I can actually make you make some noise! I blushed at the thought and I had no doubt he was gonna get some sweet sounds out of me. Mind is strong flesh is weak and so on. As if to prove my line of thought I felt my cock twitch in my pants at the sight of Nasty taking off his jacket. So much about mind being strong…

I tried to distract myself just so I wouldn’t jump him right then and there. I made a note of how messy the house was. Clothes, empty bottles, papers and guitar equipment lying around everywhere. It was pretty clear that there was five guys living here. Such a rock n’ roll cliche. Nasty grabbed a half empty liquor bottle from the nearest shelf and took a swing. He then offered the bottle to me and I downed a good gulp too. He chuckled as he put the bottle down. With a crooked smile he took a long good look at me again and stepped close to me.

- I think it is pretty clear I want to have sex with you. I just want to make sure that you want it too, he said, his voice rough from lust and alcohol. He stared at me with his beautiful, mysterious eyes. I couldn’t get him right in my head, he was such a weird creature. A weird, ridiculously hot creature who’s words got my head spinning. Sweet too.

- Trust me, I really really want to fuck your brain out right now, I smirked and got the exact reaction I wanted as Nasty shivered. He kissed me fast, bit my lip and grabbed my wrist. Without a word he pulled me after him up the stairs. I adored his ass with every movement as he walked in front of me and almost asked if we could to the stairs again just for it. Instead I opted for the less pervy thing that my no-good brain decided to push out.

- You really aren’t a man of many words huh?

- Nope. More a man of action, Nasty said and opened a door to a small room.

- Ohhh shy are we? I teased.

- Mmhm, Nasty hummed back matter-of-factly. It was weird, the whole man was weird, one huge contradiction. I loved it. It was nicer this way, neither of us had our roles on anymore.

The room only had a bed, a small closet with clothes falling out of it and a few guitars. Nasty sat on the bed and I awkwardly stood in the middle of the room.

- Now let’s get those clothes off, he squinted playfully at me. I was dumbfounded.

- What, like now? Here?

- Yes, well sex kinda requires us to take off our pants and stuff. Off they go. His face was serious but I could hear the laughter in his voice.

- You want me to strip for you? I couldn’t believe this man. Oh he had nerve okay. He nodded as a smile spread on his face. I just stood there like an idiot, my cock painfully hard in my pants, and stared at him. I had no idea if he was serious.

- Oh come on. Let me help you then.

AN: So this is the first part. The second part is still work in progress and it’s basically just shameless porn lol. I didn’t want to add it to this one in case someone doesn’t like that kind of stuff. So please please tell me what you think of this and if you guys wanna read the nasty part ;) pun intended. I’m awful I know

[nalufever]

Second chapter to my Flash fic, my Snowells week 2020 entry ‘Happy Together.’ More road trip shenanigans!

The casual food dive the unlikely pair found themselves in was quaint and that meant the decor was at best a decade fresher than the no-tell motel. At least it smelled delicious. A doe-eyed twenty-something woman greeted and seated them, gave a short spiel about the specials and informed Frost and Eobard she’d be back very soon to take their orders.

What had to be a selection of locals were having a noisy meeting; loud talk about the mayoral race and even louder mentions of how good Vanessa looked in her pink waitress uniform. Both Frost and Eobard were of a mind to ignore these distractions until the dudebro in charge of the meeting started running his mouth in earnest.

“So, have y’all decided?”

Both Frost and Eobard nodded, but before either could speak, one of the rowdy regulars interrupted. “Nessa, can you freshen my coffee?”

Frost gave the waitress a small smile. “You should deal with Mr. Can’t Wait, first.”

“Ooh, that’s actually close to what we called him in middle school.” She giggled and pitched her voice louder, “We called Eddy The Little Emperor.” Vanessa dropped her order pad back into the small pocket of her apron and faced the little runt. “Oh, no, it’s not quite the same. Could you let me do my job for this nice couple? I’ll be right over with more coffee for the table once I take their order.” She only smiled as Eddy glowered. Giving her customers her attention again, Vanessa retrieved her order pad and flipped it open, her pen inches away from the surface. “Now, what caught your eye?”

“I’d like -”

“Your ass!” Eddy snickered without any remorse - surely he was the product of shoddy upbringing. “We’re regulars over here so don’t waste your time on uncertain tips.” He tapped his empty coffee cup and then started banging it on the table, several of his dudebro brethren copying. “March that fine ass back and serve us coffee.”

Frost lost every trace of ‘easy-going patron’ in her body she’d ever had in her life and by the look of disgust on Eobard’s face, so had he. Of one mind and will, they excused themselves from the table, stood and sauntered over to Eddy.

Eobard gave a regal hand wave to Frost, indicating the first shot was hers. She did not disappoint. “Eddy, Eddy, Eddy. Didn’t you ever learn to respect people? Ain’t nobody got time for your bullshit.”

“I must agree.” Eobard leaned over on the table and picked up Eddy’s coffee cup, giving the miscreant a wink that might have passed for roguish if it hadn’t been so evil. “If you’re in such a hurry, why not get it yourself?”

“I don’t know who you folks think you are, but you’d do well to learn to keep your noses out of other’s business!”

“Eddy, you got between us and our meal.” Frost gave Eddy her best dead-eyed stare. “You should learn how to play nice.”

“My dear, some guys never learn to be nice.” Eobard chuckled as the absurdity of what he was saying hit him. “But, some of us assholes do learn to at least fake it.” He sucked air over his teeth. His tone was low and threatening as he said, ��Seems Eddy missed class that day.”

“Well, then. He needs to learn that lesson, yes?” Frost met Eobard’s eyes - trying to suss out what her erstwhile partner might be willing to commit to without drawing too much attention. Even if Eobard was not currently speedy, he still had what amounted to decades of evil-doing experience. “We’re over-qualified, but needs must, eh?”

“Hey, what’s with you two acting so tough? Some emo goth woman and an old man? Pfft! I ain’t scared.” Eddy stood abruptly, scraping his chair on the floor, making it skid noisily backwards. “I’m too important -”

Frost gave Eddy a sharp rabbit punch in the throat, smiling angelically as Eddy folded like a cheap suit.

He crumpled and sobbed - once he was able to inhale - like the little bitch he was.

“Any more takers?” Frost planted her hands on her hips and let her derision show on her face.

Eobard glared at the rest of Eddy’s posse. “Go while the gettin’ is good, or else my dear companion will hand out more lessons.”

In short and satisfying order the gaggle of men dragged Eddy out after tossing several bills onto the table to cover their bill.

Frost sat back down at their table and picked up her menu and smiled at the waiting Vanessa who had the widest grin on her face. “I’ll have the rib dinner with coleslaw and fries - no, make that a poutine.”

Eobard gave Frost one of his classic evil smirks. “Nice to know I’ve converted you into a poutine connoisseur.”

“As if! I’m just hungry.”

“Ain’t you two the cutest couple I’ve had in ages!” Vanessa ignored the distressed look Frost and Eobard exchanged. She asked Eobard, “And for you?”

“I’ll have the spaghetti and meatballs special.”

“Cheese on your garlic bread?”

“Um, sure.”

“I’ll put in your orders and bring you drinks in a flash!” Vanessa speed-walked away, ignoring their protests they hadn’t selected anything to drink yet.

“Well, that went over better than a lead balloon.”

Eobard played with the salt and pepper shakers, clinking them as if he was heralding something momentous. “Lead balloons can float. Ever watch Myth Busters? You just gotta know what you’re doing.”

His companion sighed, putting an elbow on the table and settling her chin into her cupped hand. “You watch TV?”

“I’m human, aren't’ I?” Eobard answered. “TV or youtube, content is content. And, there’s too many streaming services to mention even half of them.”

“Debatable actually,” Frost scoffed, “Both things! You, human? And if content isn’t sometimes twisted by delivery. Don’t get me started on having to pay extra for one channel for one damn show and then they have the damn nerve to not have all the episodes available to view!”

“Tch. Angry much? And this is how you treat the wonderful person who introduced you to the amazing wonders of poutine?”

Vanessa bustled back to the table and plonked a very big bottle of red wine down. “Eddy has needed an ass kicking for too long. Thank you! No charge, so please enjoy!” She put two glasses next to the bottle. “I’ll be back with your food soon.”

Eobard raised one eyebrow. “How nice.”

“Better than you deserve.” Frost shook her head. “Sorry, bad habit. You were pretty decent.”

“Ah, that’s the damning faint praise I prefer.” He pointed to the bottle and smiled. “Open that and pour. I’m not going to let you hog our reward.”

“Wasn’t even thinking of not sharing.” Frost opened the wine and deliberately gave Eobard a generous pour and then filled her own. “Cheers to our little partnership.” She inclined her head as Eobard raised his glass to clink with her own. “Long may we wreak havoc.”

“Long may we wreak havoc.” Eobard copied Frost’s words a scant heart-beat later and then added his own sentiment. “Cheers to one astounding bad ass bitch.”

“True.” Frost brushed imagined fluff off her leather jacket. “I’m more lethal than the plague.”

“Funny fact, thirty years into the future there’s another plague.”

“That is funny.” Frost took a fortifying sip of her wine after Eobard’s weird proclamation. “And all this talk of disease makes me sooooo thirsty.”

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Frost supported a stumbling and giggling Eobard into their motel room. She guided him to the bathroom - just in time - and he barely remembered to shut the door before unzipping and relieving his bladder.

She shrugged and sat on the edge of the bed, kicking off her boots. Tonight had been weird. Actually, all of today had been weird; from driving the Reverse Flash out of Central City to sharing food and then giving that loser Eddy the beat-down he so richly deserved. It kinda felt like a partnership.

Eobard waltzed out of the bathroom, his pants mercifully up but the fly was at half mast.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Frost resolutely looked away. “Zip up!” Why was she cursed with manners?

“What’s got your evil panties in a bunch?” Eobard struggled with his zipper, fumbling for long seconds before the tell-tale sound of metallic zipper teeth fusing together meant the free show was locked away. “Never guessed you to be a prude!”

“As if!” Frost forgot she’d removed her boots - she tried stomping over to her unlikely road trip companion but didn’t make as much of an intimidating impression as she’d hoped. “I happen to have respect for boundaries.”

“Hahahahah!” Eobard bent double, clutching his stomach. “Boundaries? This from the evil genius that ruined three of my best plans? Oh, you are too much!”

“Eh?” Frost knew she did not in any way shape or form sound like an evil genius at the moment - but the surprise was too overwhelming. “Huh? I ruined three of your best plans? You gotta be kidding me.”

“Tell me more lies!” Eobard stood straight and edged even further into Frost’s personal space, using his height to look down imperiously at the woman. “Tell me sweet little lies.” He swayed the most miniscule amount but he stared with fiery passion at Frost. “Sweet, sweet lies.”

Frost blamed nobody but herself for her next actions. She was an adult and this clash had been coming ever since the feeling of camaraderie from them working together to teach Eddy that lesson at the diner. Or maybe just because Eobard was one hot piece of ass. That could totally be the reason - and the fact she’d been in a dry spell in regards to finding a suitable relationship. Evil-doers need sex too.

“I’ll give you sweet lies.” Frost let the back of her hand caress Eobard’s stubbly cheek. “Sweet and addictive - but they’re lies.” Her other hand was clamped onto his shoulder and she half shoved, half shook the inebriated man. Eyes bright, she licked her lips and whispered. “Do you want my lies?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

It sounded exactly like a demand from Eobard, and that mentally ticked off the consent box for Frost. So that’s what she did - she coiled herself around the man, plunged her fingers into his dark hair and ravaged his mouth with a series of deep kisses. Long, long minutes passed. Breathing was a heavy chore for both Frost and Eobard - and when they broke contact, they were dazed and confused.

“S-sorry.” Frost hated to stutter - but that was small potatoes against the need to apologize. “I shouldn’t have -”

“Done that when I’m buzzed, yeah.” Eobard leaned against Frost, letting her support a good amount of his weight. “Tuck me into bed, okay?” He stepped out of his shoes and ignored how stiff and shocked Frost was as she openly watched him flop into the double bed. He patted the pillow beside him. “Tuck me in, I needs the sleep.”

“Far be it from me to keep you,” muttered Frost, “from the sleep.” She pulled the coverlet up to Eobard’s chin and tried to walk away - but he grabbed her wrist and tugged, urging her into the bed with him.

In a much softer and kinder tone than she’d ever heard from him, Eobard said, “Don’t make me sleep alone. I’m tired of the cold…”

Incredulous, Frost wanted to scoff, loudly - but she only sighed because Eobard rolled over and began to snore. “Pfft. All I have to offer is cold.” Fuck it. As tired as she was, and as out of it as Eobard was - there would surely be no harm in sleeping together. Facts were facts, Eobard was currently powerless or he was faking. In either case, his apparent inebriation had been flawlessly real. Maybe he’d found some really good drugs to help him get drunk? Stranger things had happened - King Shark; half man, half shark to name one such strange thing.

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Several hours into the drive the next morning, the awkward silence between Frost and Eobard was lifted in the most unlikely of ways. A catchy tune on the radio got them humming along - and then eventually singing full blast with the music.

Obeying the unspoken offer to not talk about the previous night, Frost offered Eobard what she considered the premium choice from her bag of candy. “Hot tamale?”

Eobard made what could only be described as a grimace. “Excuse me?”

“Do you want a hot tamale? Candy?” Frost shook a handful of the small treats into her palm and offered them to Eobard. “Truce?”

“Oh...it’s candy.”

“Duh. What did you think I was gonna give you?”

“We took actual nourishment not even an hour ago.” He kept his eyes on the road, refusing to look away. “I don’t need anything extra.”

“Um, duh!” Frost wanted to snort but kept herself to a quiet eye-roll. “Nobody needs treats, but out of the goodness of my heart I’m willing to share.”

“Are we having this conversation now?” Eobard shook his head. “Maybe later.”

“Oh, there won’t be any available later.” Frost popped the candy into her mouth and chewed with gusto. Heaven would excuse her talking with a full mouth. “Screw you.”

Eobard took the high road and only thought of his response. You wish.

“Anyways, much like I said to Jimmy No-thumbs, I’ll take it under advisement.”

“Under advisement?” Despite his decision scant seconds ago to stop engaging with the bewildering woman, Eobard asked a question that would later haunt his dreams more than once. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Oh, you’ve never run into Jimmy No-thumbs? Hah! He’s a goof.”

“That makes no sense.”

“He thought I was going to pay him back for his help - and unwanted help it was, from a bunch of other idiot thugs. Did you know he thought I needed rescuing?” Frost dumped another handful of candy into her mouth. “Hah! He’s lucky I didn’t castrate him.”

“Castrate?” Eobard asked despite knowing nothing good ever comes of a conversation that contains any mention of castration. “What did he do?”

“What did he do? Just keep making suggestions that I could clear things up by going on a date with him. I’d just ice him and get it over with but...well, he’s already got no thumbs so I’m not sure if that would be a mercy killing or not? Hm, then I thought I could freeze something else off as a discouragement.”

Eobard hoped like hell his shifting in his seat was not telegraphing how uncomfortable Eobard Junior was feeling.

Luckily, Frost kept up both sides of the conversation. “What do you think about making him Jimmy No-Di--"

"Don't even say it," Eobard said, wincing, “For the love of all things holy, don’t go there.”

“And that’s what he eventually said!” Frost concluded with extreme relish. “Don’t ever come near me again!” She giggled, slapped her knees and turned up the radio. “Of course, it was pretty hard to understand him, what with the crying and the snotty tears all over his face, but I’m sure he’ll never be able to harass another woman like what he did with me.”

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Frost took the opportunity of the coffee slash bathroom break to pull her itinerary from her jacket and check their progress against her map, hastily shoving it back after. Even with the unexpected extra person - or maybe because of her driving partner, she was on track; maybe even a little ahead of her schedule. She knew there were other things going on with Eobard. The man was known as the Reverse Flash, and as the most hated enemy of The Flash - it was beyond strange he was travelling by car. It seriously boggled the mind.

She held her hand over her heart and lifted her eyes to the heavens. Once a year she did her best to separate her naughty side from her previous existence. Once, she’d been a lawful member of society. Once, she’d been a member of a team that strived to bring down evil. All that was in the past - all but this small trip down memory lane. Frost let her shoulders relax, her head sinking to rest on her breast bone.

Closing her eyes she took a deep breath in, unconsciously lifting her head upright - held it and then breathed out. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

“Ready?”

She clutched her chest. “HO-ly fucking shit, dude! Do I need to put a bell on you?”

“Not to be too trite, but chill, yeah?” Eobard laughed. “Get it?”

“Ha. Ha. You are soooo funny.” Frost pointed at Eobard’s empty hands. “Where’s my coffee?”

“Dunno, where’s my coffee?” He smirked; one eyebrow lifted and his eyes damn well sparkled. “Didn’t I buy you breakfast? It’s your turn to reciprocate.”

“Fancy words from a cheap, cheap man.” Rolling her eyes, Frost made a rude face. “You’re the one horning in on my vacation.” She fished out a wad of cash from her back jeans pocket and waved it under Eobard’s nose. “Hope the pot is bitter so it matches your attitude.”

“You wound me!” Eobard clasped his chest in mock horror. “Moi? Bitter? Haven’t we reached an accord?”

“Pfft. Maybe.” Frost sighed and sashayed into the trucker friendly diner attached to the gas station.

Eobard smiled and hurried into the vehicle Frost had jacked; well, she’d said she’d stolen it, but he’d seen the rental agreement - and if she’d boosted someone else’s rental - how was it she had the proper keys? Settling into the passenger seat, Eobard noticed the dwindling bag of candy at his feet. He picked it up, fastened his seatbelt and began rooting for what he considered acceptable sugar.

“Oi!” Frost thunked two coffees onto the roof of the car, yanked open the passenger door and grabbed hold of the wrist of the hand Eobard had inside the bag of candy. “Ah, that’s my stash and I don’t recall offering you anything!”

Amused, with a big grin on his face, Eobard spent a full minute looking back and forth from into Frost’s outraged eyes and where she held his wrist. “You offered earlier.”

“And you didn’t want any!” Frost frowned and considered stamping her feet. “It wasn’t good enough for you then, it’s not good enough for you now.”

“Haven’t you ever heard of people changing their minds?”

“You’re not most people.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet.” Eobard’s smile grew wider, deepening the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. “How about we replenish your candy the next change we get? I’ll buy you something that’s my favourite.”

Realizing she was losing this battle, Frost released her companion’s wrist. “It better be amazing.”

“You’ll be endlessly grateful.”

Frost scoffed her derision, her face actually looked sour. “Big words you got, this candy had better blow my mind.”

“It will, so get your ass in the car and let’s get going.”

Eobard laughed, narrowly avoiding getting slammed with the car door. Frost stomped to the driver’s side and after dropping the drinks, silently held out her hand for the car keys. Accepting them, she jammed the key into the ignition and peeled rubber out of the parking lot. Tight-lipped and scowling, she drove towards the next city on her itinerary; Garnet.

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“This place has everything you could ever want.”

“I don’t see any ponies.”

“What?” Eobard stepped closer to Frost and peered into her eyes. “I don’t see any dementia…”

She swatted his chest ineffectually. Well, even if he didn’t move back, his chest did feel pretty damn nice. Maybe later she’d get to grope him better; one could only hope. Or perhaps plan to get him drunk again… “I’m not crazy. I’ve always wanted a pony; you said this place has everything I could ever want.”

Eobard chuckled.

Damn. When Eobard grinned like that, he was even hotter and sexier than usual. Down girl!

He said, “Within reason, it goes without saying - usually.”

Wow. How was he managing to sound amused and sexy? Damn, damn, double damn! How long had it been since her last sexual escapade? Too fucking long, that’s what. Frost giggled.

“Do I amuse you? Am I a clown to you?” Eobard smiled to show he was joking and quoting from a movie. “How about we indulge?”

Frost mindlessly swallowed and licked her lips before common sense slapped her in the face. Eobard was talking about buying whatever candy they wanted - not an endorphin freeing sex romp. Fuck. She snorted. Not ever the right kind. “You’re paying.”

[wetookanoath]

Characters/Pairings: Keith/Shane, Ned, Ryan and Jen. Rating: G Warnings: None. Word Count: ~  1,643 Summary: Keith kinda, more or less, maaaybe has a crush on the new intern he and Henry have taken under their wing. A/N: LATE BUT here’s m first entry for the RareShaneWeek hosted by @rarebuzzships! I’ll try to not be too late tomorrow. Thanks for this chance, @poiregourmande! ~ Also, this is not beta’ed, I’m VERY sorry about it.

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“Gosh...” Ned murmured, his hand moved to his cheek to give emphasis to his expression. “He’s adorable, isn't he?”

Keith looked at his friend for a second, then back at the screen where the phootage he had been working on almost all week was frozen on the image of one sleepy and shy looking Shane Madej. 

He blinked a couple of times, a small smile following his thoughts as he remembered Shane following behind him while Henry told him what he needed to record for the video. The man had looked a bit lost when Henry chose him to go with them, but had nodded with enthusiasm once the small shock was gone.

“He’s a good little helper.” Keith said, Ned giggled at his side like if he knew some secret. “What?”

“Cut the crap, I know why you and Henry chose him to help.” The man answered, standing with his cup and Keith’s. “I’m straight but not stupid.”

“Okay,” Keith smiled, signaling him with a big smile. “That’s an argument, we should bring Ashly and Eugene in here, and decide!”

“Unfair!” He announced, walking away from Keith’s desk, probably into the office’s kitchenette.

Keith sighed, looking back at his work and starting to video again. He had been at this all morning, mostly bored than stuck with the same phootage, there was something not working out in this.

In the video, he asked Shane to have some of what they had been eating with the driver in turn. The man looks up at him and, for one second, his cheeks turn pink. It’s perfectly fine, but it’s also so cute. Would Henry mind if he left it? Probably nobody else would realize anyway, so...

Why he wanted it in, Keith wasn’t sure.

“Here.” He heard a different voice at his side and his cup appeared with coffee at his side. “Fulmer said you he had something to do, so he asked me to bring you this.”

Looking up, Cute Intern Of The Month stood in all his happy awkwardness. Keith smiled at him and the title Zach had given him and many other interns before, but for the first time, it just happened to be true.

Shane looked back, waiting for him to say anything else. His hair had been getting longer, looking softer than ever while his beard still looked like if God herself had decided to put it in there. Nice.

“Thanks, buddy.” Keith answered at least, patting the seat at his side. “Here, come on-- I’m suffering with this.”

“What is it?” 

The man sat down, moving the chair closer to Keith and the screen. 

“Oh, it’s what we filmed the other day, right?” He said, Keith only nodded. “Is there a problem with the phootage?”

The way he sounded concerned made his heart hurt a little. Keith remembered when he had been an intern, having moved from the place he grow up in and called home, unsure and wanting to do his best. It was no different for this guy, so he shook his head and explained himself.

Shane listened, suggesting the standard procedure for when you are blocked at work. Normally, that would be enough and it would help just perfectly. But these were special circumstances, he had said after asking Shane to have lunch with him. The man said yes, it was special circumstanes indeed.

He’s adorable!, Ned wasn’t wrong. He had also not been wrong when he guessed why Henry had incisted in having Shane with them, and why Keith had accepted the second he saw the guy enter the room and smile at them.

The problem with the video is that they have a lot of Shane in it. His takes are good, the guy made sure to film him and Henry exactly how they had thought him, and he had a good eye for little moments that could be transformed into something more with good editing.

But they had-- they had filmed so much of him, too. And Keith wanted to keep it all in the video. The guy gave it something else that was lacking in everything they showed before. He looked at the camera like if he knew everyone wanted to see him and it made him shy, his cheeks turned pink and red with every smile and when the attention was focused on him.

Yeah, Ned was right. Adorable.

“What you could do is delete some of the takes of us, use more of the food phootage” The man suggested, Keith looked at him for a moment.

Even his profile was nice. He had a unique nose and a good jaw, his kips were small and tin but-- Jesus. Pink. Looked soft. And he was acting like a highschooler all over again, fanning over the new boy in class. Fuck.

“Sure, I guess.” He said, sighing. He could feel Shane’s eyes on him for a few seconds, then the man went back to his food. Keith knew perfectly what he needed to take off, but-- “You wouldn’t mind not appearing much in the video, right?”

Shane shook his head, a frown between his eyebrows. “No. Why?” 

“Uh, nothing. You are still getting credited, though.”

He smiled again. And oh yeah, whatever. So he had a crush on an intern. Big deal.

This is Henry. And this is me, Keith. And over here, the beautiful Shane.

“Gosh.” Jen laughed on Ryan’s shoulder, the man had stopped the video to let them laugh and Shane felt his ears warmth at the scene in front of him. “He is sooooo crushing on you!”

Shane closed his eyes, trying not to think of happy eyes and loud laughs. His hands covered his face and he muffled a frustrated scream in them, his new friends laughing their asses off in Ryan’s desk.

“Oh boy, at least he’s nice about it and not asking you to do shit for him.” Ryan said. “I once had this boss while in--”

His friend’s conversation was lost to him as Shane sighed and tried to think straight. Not like if that has ever prevent him from liking dick, but he didn’t need yet another frustration while getting used to his job. Man, he wanted to stay here.

People were great, things were going better than how fucking shitty everything had been back home. This was the start he had hoped, but...

“Oh shit.” Ryan said in front of him. “Are you okay, dude?”

Shane looked up, swallowing while trying to smile. When it didn’t came, Ryan did for him and moved his head to one side. 

“Look, we love fucking with you, but I’m sure it will be fine.”

“No, I know.” Shane said, licking his lips before realizing Jen had went back to her own desk. Shane blinked a couple of times. “It’s just, like...” He swallowed. “I, I don’t know.”

Ryan watched his for what felt like a long time, crossing his arms over the table and putting his head there, looking up at him. If he was searching for something, Shane wondered what could it be. Did he had said something too weird? To risky? Uh--

“So you like him, too.” Ryan smiled the same way Scott would back home.

A shiver went up Shane’s back and he just-- “N-no, what make you think that?”

“You just blushed!” Ryan said, “Look,” Ryan sat down straight again, he had that older brother look on him again and it made Shane frown. “It’s gonna be fine. You have nothing to worry about because, let’s be honest, Keith’s a good guy... and so are you, so--”

“So?”

“So, just chill.” Ryan shrugged. “Nothing is happening anyway. Do you have any idea how many crushes I have had? And nothing ever has to happen.” 

He kinda had a point, but, “I’m not sure if I can be comfortable like this.”

“Oh, you can.” Ryan assured. “You were okay until we told you this.” The man finished, sounding smooth and satisfied with himself.

Shane glared at him before sighing and trying to get back to the last bits he needed to edit of Henry and Keith’s video, even when he had Keith’s intro in the back of his head, repeating over and over, “beautiful Shane”.

Jesus fuck. He needed to chil--

“Shane!” 

He looked up, heart beating faster as he found Keith at his side, the happiest of the smiles on his face.

“It’s lunch time, have you eat anything yet?”

“Uh,” He looked at Ryan from the corner of his eyes, the man was drawing a heart in the air and holy shit-- Shane was so gonna kill him. “I mean-- sure. I haven’t finishe yet, but--”

“Aaah, leave it!” He shrugged. “You can do it after lunch, come on. Come onnn, there’s a place I wanna show you!”

“Well-- okay.”

Lunch has never hurt anbody, so why not? Shane smiled at the man, slightly jumping when he gasped and put his hands on his cheeks, cradling his face while looking at him.

“Look at you, all smiley!” He said, his thumbs caressed his bearded cheeks and oh. Oh. “Never stop smiling, buddy. It’s your best look.”

Keith liked him. Jen and Ryan were right. 

“Oh,” Shane moved his head, his left cheek leaning against Keith’s hand, and he smiled again. “I’ll try to keep it going, sir.”

Ran snorted on his coffee, but all Shane could concentrate now was Keith’s surprised face. It was just an unspoken thing their eyes concluded in the seconds it took him to take his hands away slowly and Shane to relax completely.

He wonered if the change was too much, if he’d like him even like this. Shane just couldn’t help him.

“Spicey guy.” Keith laughed, putting a hand on Shane’s shoulder. “I like that! Let’s go.”

So they went.