#I like Dib's face and that's getting to be a bad sign
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BIRDS' NEST hoshiumi x top male reader x hinata
warnings. threesome, blowjob, fellatio, unmentioned size differences, facesitting, slight subtop reader, messy ejaculation, ass so fat your neck feels like a twig
a/n. a long one from big boy al' this time??? unbelievable.
"Quit it." The two words seemed simple enough to be spoken properly, but you only managed to sneer it out due to it being cut off earlier by the two boys that had seemed to claim their territory on either sides of your cock.
Despite the well divided quote-on-quote "land" they had been given, it didn't seem to stop them thrashing and going for each other's throat.
You had already made a mental note to yourself; if either of them pisses you off you would surely pull back in your cock into the comfy confinement or your underwear. Maybe if you were feeling a little sadistic; force them to get along with eachother and watch them work hard for you to pull it out again.
"We can't exactly get the full of you since. . . you only have one cock." Hoshiumi mustered up a complain with a pout, resting his cheek against your cock while Hinata's glare bored a hole into his head, pushing Hoshiumi's head off your cock. That surely earned a snarl from him.
"Just make do." You shrugged it off. You were practically feeling lazy tonight, so you were expecting the boys to treat themselves on your cock instead of you, a man having to pleasure both of them by yourself like a mother bird feeding her children. You can't just grow another dick, can you? Oh how you wished you could.
"Quit with the useless talk. I choose dibs on the cock" Hinata confidently said before managing to deepthroat you in a single try, letting out a muffled 'Mmf!' once he felt your cock digging at his throat. Precum dripping down his throat, all hot and sticky. Hinata had taken it upon himself— he will have your cum dripping down from his mouth and nostrils by the end of the night.
Hoshiumi let out a jealous huff, obviously not satisfied how unfair this whole thing was. He crawled his way so that his whispering voice can reach your ears.
"This is so. . . unfair!" he grumbled through gritted teeth "C'mon, big guy. I at least have to get something, yeah? Don't you feel bad for lil' old me?" He said the last sentence in a cutesy manner and gesture, slowly tracing circles on your abdomen. But he knew that no matter what he do— or even Hinata, you'd always give in.
". . .I do have a face." You looked at him expectantly as you finished the sentence. Getting what you were hinting at, he enthusiastically plopped himself down onto your face, clearly not aware that if he even tried to do it harder, your neck would surely break. Slowly, he had start to relax himself, letting his weight fall onto your face, or head at this point. Your head was slowly sinking into the pillow every second, and you could feel a slight pop inside your neck.
Hoshiumi was not the only one enjoying himself, Hoshiumi taking his place on your face was already too much. Not too mention the fact your entire view was blocked. You couldn't exactly see what Hinata was doing, except you know he's absolutely gobbling down on you from the way your cock will be met of cold air hitting your wet cock before eventually feeling the hotness of his mouth.
What a sight to behold it was. Two famous athletes of Japan, absolutely melting on your body like pornstars instead- why haven't they chosen that career path instead? But there was one thing nobody could deny; You were the luckiest man on the earth.
You greedily gripped on Hoshiumi's thighs, hard enough to leave red, raging marks of your fingers as a sign that you were the one that did it to him, and bury your face deeper, consume his ass, every last strings of dignity leaving you, as the wet sounds of you devouring him and Hinata going down on you was stuffed into your ears and head.
"O-Oh! W-why so..hmph~..sudden?" he whimpered, gripping onto your hair that only resulted into you burying your face deeper. He caged his thighs around your head and let out a pitiful whine and his hand struggle to find a source of support to hold on to. His dick, shaking and shivering, leaked cum that dripped down onto your chest like raindrops, creating a puddle on your pecs that slowly trailed down to the sheets below.
On the other hand, Hinata wasn't having it easy on you either. With mouth basically vacuuming the entirety of your cock; pair of innocent doll eyes wasn't able to find yours with the presence of another man on your face- he opted to close his eyes instead. There was no need for them if they couldn't feast on your pleasured face as he sucked you off. Hinata had completely gone autopilot mode, keeping his fragile mind at bay but it'd surely break into pieces once you finally release your load of life into his tiny mouth.
With every second passed, you felt like losing yourself like celestial heaven had come down upon a sinful man such as you, embracing you.
You were running short on breaths as Hoshiumi quickened his grinding on your face, creating pleasurable frictions that sent shocks through him. Hinata clawed on your thighs and forced himself to deepthroat your cock, pushing out an audible squeak from him when he felt your cum flood into his passage.
Simultaneously, Hoshiumi ejaculated a loud and powerful orgasm that spurted out like a water fountain. From his own chest, to yours, to Hinata's hair and face, the milky liquid stained itself like a shower.
Looks like you managed to kill two birds with just a stone.
woe, bottoms be upon ye. ill be hibernating in my coffin after this.
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Team Player 3/7
Hangster. Jake's cousin plays for the Sydney Roosters and gifts him with merchandise regularly. Bradley has an unexpected realization.
PART ONE PART TWO
THREE
“Where am I going to take him?”
“You really need to calm down.”
“Nat, I asked him out and he said yes.”
“Mmm. A complete surprise. Shocking. Truly.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry, he’s sort of the type that thinks poking fun of someone is a way of letting them know he likes them… most boys outgrow it before they leave high school.”
“What?”
“He likes you. Has liked you for years. Just… you never seemed to like him back. And now… you do.”
“I want to fuck him, I think liking him back might be stretching it a little.”
“You want to do more than just fuck him. You’re lying to yourself and it isn’t making you look good. You only wanted to fuck him when you saw him plastered with your call sign. You want him to be yours. Like, locked down and married type shit.”
“What?”
“I know, I know. You’re going on your first date, but just let me call dibs on being your best man when you get married.”
“What?”
“Are you broken? You seem broken. You’re saying what a lot.”
“I’m not broken. You’re talking about me and Hangman getting married.”
“Just calling it like I see it. Feel free to try and prove me wrong, although I think you’ll be happier if you just go with my prediction.”
“Can we focus please! Where should I take him?”
“Dinner? Movies?”
“Wow, really original…”
“I can leave.”
“No! Sorry. I’m just…”
“Nervous. I get it. You like him.”
“I do. Fuck. What’s wrong with me?”
“Well, did you want a list or a pie chart?”
“Nat!”
“Sorry. You’re allowed to like him. Apart from his justifiable large ego, he’s actually a decent guy.”
“Okay, yeah. I know. Okay. I think I might take him to Belmont.”
“I thought you said before that you didn’t want anything competitive?”
“We can just do the rides.”
“You both fly fighter jets for a living and you’re going to go thrill seeking at Belmont? Huh. That’s actually not a bad idea.”
“Yeah? You think he’ll like it?”
“Seriously, you could suggest watching infomercials and getting pizza delivered and he’d do it, and like it…”
Bradley pulls a face, because he fucking doubts it, but he feels like Belmont Park will be okay. Fun. He lets Natasha leave, insists he doesn’t need her help anymore. He’s decided, even if he’s a little jittery thinking about the fact that he didn’t leave himself more time between asking Hangman out and them deciding the next day was a good day and time. He showers and dresses, pulling on his darkest jeans and oh fuck… maybe he should have kept Natasha here after all. He picks up his phone, opens it up to send her a message and there it is. A message telling him what to wear and he laughs. God she knows him so well. Not a Hawaiian shirt, he can manage that.
He blasts his rev me up playlist on the way to pick up Hangman, hoping it might fill him with some confidence, and it all slips away anyway as Hangman walks down the steps toward him. He looks relaxed, also wearing jeans though his are lighter colored, and he’s wearing a hoodie, something he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Hangman wear.
“Am I dressed okay? You’re wearing a proper shirt…”
“Uh, you’re fine. Thought we could go to Belmont.”
“Oh cool, I haven’t been to Belmont in years.”
“Yeah, I thought we could do some rides, eat overpriced food, maybe do some games. I didn’t want to pick anything solely competitive…”
“Afraid of losing to me?”
Bradley rolls his eyes, but Natasha’s words from earlier and running through his head, that this is Hangman’s way of flirting.
“Already got a date with you, pretty sure that’s all the winning I need.”
Jake blushes. Fucking blushes and Bradley looks away and grins, realizing he can throw Jake off with sincerity. He can do that, especially because Jake is even more gorgeous when he looks a little flustered. He reverses back onto the road and heads out, wonders if it’s going to be awkward but Hangman is filling the silence, asking questions about what he’d done with his day off today and talking about what he’s done. The twenty-minute drive goes by quickly, easily, and it makes him feel better about the date ahead. He parks the car and gets out, locking it and then looks up, Hangman has his back to him, is staring up at something, he can’t look because his eyes are fixed on the back of Jake’s back, the word Roosters stretched between his shoulder blades.
He is so fucked.
PART FOUR
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For the first split-second after walking into the Tower, Dick thought the guy sitting on the couch was Joey. Then, his brain caught up with his eyes, and he stopped so suddenly that Rose bumped into his back.
“Hey, what’s--?” Rose started to ask, but then she saw the guy, too, and stopped mid-word and mid-stride, standing and staring along with Dick.
It was someone new, someone he’d never seen before. Someone roughly the same height and build as Joey, but with a reddish tint to his blonde hair that Joey lacked, a tight scowl that stood at odds to Joey’s usual cheer, and dark sunglasses that hid his eyes completely. And, from the way he sat talking with Vic and Gar, a player in some aspect or other, not awed in the slightest by the superheroes in the room.
Dick would have to introduce himself. Just as soon as he got his tongue-tied mouth in working order and could convince his feet to move.
At a nudge to his shoulder, Dick looked down at Rose, still gawking in turn at the guy on the couch. “Who’s he?” she asked.
“No idea,” Dick said.
“I’d like to find out,” Rose said with a suggestive pump of her eyebrows.
“Hey,” he said, quirk of a smile like he was joking, even though he wasn’t, really. “I saw him first.”
Rose scoffed. “Only because you were in front of me.”
“Well, you should’ve walked faster,” Dick told her.
“Yeah, and you don’t have to claim every redhead you see,” Rose shot back.
That again. Just because Dick had made out with Wally and been casual with Roy and gotten serious with Kori and then Babs and also dated that model in New York for a hot minute—ok, fine. There was a pattern. It didn’t necessarily mean anything.
“I still saw him first,” Dick repeated stubbornly. “Dibs.”
“You can’t just call dibs on a—” Rose hissed.
The arrival of Joey interrupted them, which was probably for the best. “<Hey,>” he signed, then nodded over to the couch. “<It’s been an interesting day.>”
“Uh-huh,” Rose said, gaze flicking to him for a second and then back to the newcomer. “Who’s the hot guy?”
Fortunately for Dick, he’d kept his eyes on Joey, and so got to witness the pinch of his forehead and twist of his mouth as he went bright red in the face. “<Rose.>” Joey tapped his sister on the shoulder, getting her to look at him again. “<Rose. That is our dad.>”
“What?” Rose asked in a strangled, stage-whisper. Her head whipped back and forth several times between the guy on the couch (Slade????) and Joey. “That’s—what?”
“<It’s a side-effect of the serum. When he gets hurt really bad, and I mean blown up or run over or something, worse than usual, it kicks into overdrive. That’s why he looks like that,>” Joey explained. “<If it’s like the last time, he’ll probably go back to normal after a week or so.>”
Dick still couldn’t quite believe it—at least not until the guy took off his sunglasses to rub his shirt across the lenses, and there it was. The eye patch, covering where his right eye used to be. Without the glasses, recognition hit Dick like a blunt object, lining up with the guy’s presence there and his resemblance to Joey in perfect symmetry. Yeah, that was Slade. Minus the last twenty-five or so years.
“AAAAUUGH!” Rose wailed, pressing the heels of her palms to her eyes and running away, which, to be fair, would’ve been Dick’s reaction if he’d somehow magically run into John Grayson and almost hit on his own father.
“<She’s not wrong, though,>” Joey signed morosely while Dick was still desperately trying to process the last few minutes. “<Dad is good-looking.>”
Any response Dick might’ve had to that stopped up against the sight of Slade getting to his feet and walking towards them, likely called by Rose’s agonized yell. He frowned after her as he approached, then turned to Dick and shrugged expansively.
“I take it Joe filled you in about my accident,” he said.
He didn’t look better like this, exactly, and he didn’t look worse, but he had strawberry blonde hair and a fresh face that Dick could almost be tempted to call pretty. Along with the sharp jawline he’d kept and the straining muscles in his arms that looked like they could snap Dick in half...he was about five million percent Dick’s type, and Dick couldn’t do anything except stare.
“Grayson?” Slade asked, evidently noticing the way Dick was looking at him, the confused pinch in his forehead the saving grace that he at least didn’t know why. “What is it?”
“Uh. Hi,” Dick said stupidly, feeling his face heat.
Slade’s frown deepened, and he squinted at him suspiciously, and ok. This was going to be a problem. Dick wished fervently that an army of supervillains would fall out of the sky and start attacking the Tower, anything to save him from this conversation.
“Joe,” Slade said, turning to his son. “You did tell him this isn’t permanent.”
Rather than answering, though, Joey just shook his head and started off after Rose.
I'm sick and I have zero strength to continue this, but know that I would have loved to and that the idea is 10/10 ♥♥ enough deaged batkids bring some deaged dilf to wreak havoc and confusion.
Also. Rose. LOL.
#thanks for sharing it with me ♥#I had to go to the hospital this morning and this little thing cheered me up so much thank you ♥♥♥#slade wilson#dick grayson#joseph wilson#rose wilson
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Run fast, Dear.
🗡️♠️james p. march x fem!reader
warnings; death, murder, gore.
Now playing; 2007 - you love her
The cold October night’s breeze hit your back, forcing goosebumps along your skin. Halloween was right around the corner, offering scary vibes to flow through the air.
You stared at the doors of the Hotel Cortez, debating on going in or finding somewhere cheaper. You decided to walk in, feeling fatigue flush over you. You walked in, unsuspecting of the fate that awaited you behind the doors of room 64.
You walked up to the desk, where a woman with eyeshadow and unique eyeliner coated her eyes. “Hi.” You spoke with a warm smile, gazing upon the woman.
“Hello, sweetheart. What can I do for you?” She replied softly, with a smile. You were unlike all the others who walked through the doors of the hotel. Their was an odd, innocent, childish energy to you. It almost made Liz feel bad for the fate of you.
“How much for one night?” You asked kindly, pulling out a bit of cash, before reading the sign that said 50$ a night. Liz noticed you reading the sign, and put it down so you could no longer read it.
“30$.” She said, smiling at you gently. Your eyebrows knitted together. “Are you sure?” You asked, the ghost of a smile painting your lips. The woman nodded with a smile, as you handed her 35$.
“That’s all I have. You can keep the change.” You offered with a warm smile, as she handed you a room key.
“Room 64, sweetie.” She spoke, an apologetic expression melting into her features. She was required to give you said room, since James had called dibs on the next person to walk through the doors; and everybody at the hotel knows; James is always watching, and he’ll figure anything out without being told. You nodded slowly, raising a brow at her apologetic expression curiously.
“Thank you.” You shook it off with a bright smile, waving her off before walking down the hall; on a journey to room 64.
The hotel was eerily quiet, giving you the creeps. Not to mention the hotel reeked of bleach, and a metallic smell that you couldn’t quite place a finger on. You shrugged it off, feeling yourself becoming more tired with each passing second; before you found room 64. You smiled with a small sigh, unlocking the door and walking in, making sure to close it and lock it behind you.
A wave of loneliness washed over you as you stepped into the room, and you frowned but got into the bed lazily anyways. You felt yourself start to drift into a well needed sleep, before a loud voice echoed around the room; forcing you wide awake. “Hello, dear.” A man with an old timely accent forced you out of bed, he stood, white knuckling a cane in his right hand as he gazed at you. Red flags swirled in your head, urging you to run out of the hotel and never come back. To save yourself. But you froze in fear, unable to get your legs to move. “I mean not to frighten you.” The man spoke, his voice soothing; like velvet.
You opened your mouth to speak, but your vocal cords failed you; forcing you to close your mouth once more. You stood idly, eyeing him intently; watching his every move. “What’s your name, dear?”
“Y-Y/n..” You stuttered out pathetically, eyeing him suspiciously. “Wh-Who are you?”
“The name is James March, owner and creator of this very hotel.” His voice smooth like butter, but their was a proud undertone in it. His eyes glistened with cruelty and amusement as you stuttered.
“Wh-what are you doing in here?” You asked, brows knitted together in curiosity.
“Well, you’re in my office, darling.” He smirked, his expression predatory; as if you were his prey. “And rarely any person who steps in here leaves. In once piece, at least.” His eyes widened crazily, his sinister smirk staying on his face.
Your eyes widened as well, fear crawling up your back and making place in your eyes. “W-“ you shook your head, as it had become fogged with questions. “What do you mean?”
“I’ll give you a head start, since you’ve been so kind to my workers.” He smirked devilishly, before opening his cane and revealing a sharp, dagger-like weapon. “Run fast, dear.” He spoke threateningly, watching in amusement as you scrambled to the hotel door, swinging it open in a pathetic attempt to scurry away from the man.
You ran out of the room, running quickly down the hallway and turning your head around to see if he had followed you out; before you ran into a hard chest; falling onto the ground. You gazed up, tears wetting your lash line as you saw James. Your eyes widened and you looked back to the room, wondering how he had gotten in front of you. Your head spun with questions, as the man raised his dagger into the air. He smiled threateningly, as he brought his hands down, slamming his weapon into your chest. A sickening sound rang through the air, as the blade tore through your flesh. You gasped, eyes widened and frantic as you gazed upon the wound. A muffled whimper of pain sang through the hall as you attempted to crawl away. Your efforts were useless, as the man angrily grabbed your ankle; forcing him towards you.
“Please!” You breathed out, struggling against his grip as he flipped you around. He raised his arms once more, sending a wink your way as he slammed his arms down again. The blade lodged into your lungs, piercing the artery and forcing blood to flow through it. You choked on your breaths, coughing up blood as you sobbed. He stabbed your helpless body around 5 times more, in a feeble attempt at forcing you to death faster. You stared at him, unable to move and barely breathing as you clung onto life defenselessly.
You locked eyes with the man, as the shine in your eyes slowly faded away. He held an unreadable expression. If he hadn’t been trying to kill you; you might’ve thought he felt sorry for you. You took your last, strangled breath, before your bloody hands stopped fighting against him and fell limply to your sides.
“Welcome to The Hotel Cortez.”
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All He Ever Wanted Ch. 15
"What do you want?" Zim greeted his nemesis with none of his trademark enthusiasm. His alien features didn't show exhaustion in the same fashion as a human, but it was still evident in the cracked and dry nature of the skin-like membrane beneath his eyes.
His pale complexion wasn't the same vibrant pea green it had always been, but a dulled moss-like color that indicated poor health. His antenna and shoulders both drooped as if their usual posture was simply too much to ask of them.
"I wanted to…talk to you?" For some reason, Dib was still sticking with that. He knew he wouldn't usually put up with so much anxiety for a homework assignment, but still, he pressed on.
"You wanna rub it in!" Zim tried to stand but failed, falling back to the chair in exhaustion. Evidently, he'd been without his PAK quite a bit over the last few days.
"What?"
"The tallest!" He lamented, dramatically covering his face with his hands. "My tallest… don't think I'm a good invadeeeeer." He drew out the last word as he sobbed into his tri-fingered hands. Dib shifted his weight uncomfortably.
"Uh… I guess I'm sorry?" He tried. It didn't sound sincere but he didn't know what else to say. He'd never encountered schmoopy Zim before.
"It's all this thing's fault!" He jolted back suddenly, smacking his PAK against the back of his chair in anger. "It's all broken and I can't keep it off long enough to fix it." He admitted through gritted teeth. His frustration and despair were tangible and it made Dib wince. Only a week ago he hated Zim and now he was tempted to feel bad for him? It was an uncomfortable sensation and he swallowed it down in favor of logic, as usual. Zim was upset because his PAK was malfunctioning and he couldn't fix it on his own. A sudden and unusual idea made his eyebrows shoot up.
He'd wanted to know what was inside the PAK.
Under normal circumstances, Zim would never reveal the inner workings of his alien technology, but this was a pretty desperate situation by the looks of it. Could it possibly be desperate enough?
"Why are you still standing there looking at me all stupidly? You…you… stupid thing." Zim groaned, a sound that was spoken most through his nose. "Can't you see I'm moping? Get out!" He demanded. Dib wrung his hands nervously as he concocted his idea and worked out how to voice it.
"You know…if all you need is a second pair of hands…I'm pretty good with machinery…" he said hesitantly, trailing off and unwilling to ask the actual question. Zim was sad but he was no idiot. His sniveling quieted a fraction and he looked up from his hands once again.
"You…you are so dumb you earth pig." He grumbled. "Your feeble mind couldn't comprehend the complexities of an average Irken PAK, much less the incredible genius of my own." He shook his head. Dib rocked back on his heels innocently.
"I mean…I got top grades in my engineering apprenticeship and won all six prizes at the international level," he bragged casually. "But if you're more comfortable doing it on your own I'm sure you've got it."
He shrugged, casually turning to leave. Zim looked up at Dib's retreating coattails and quickly reconsidered before the offer was gone.
"WAIT!" He yelled, making Dib cringe from the volume as he spun back around. "Uh…" Zim collected himself before he continued. "After further consideration, I've devised a mutually beneficial offer for you, Dib." He spat the name off his snake tongue like he'd swallowed a bug.
"Oh?"
"I will grant you the privilege of helping to fix my PAK and in return, you will sign a fully binding NDR swearing the information does not leave this room." He dictated. Dib pretended to deliberate as if he weren't bouncing in excitement.
"Hmmm…I guess that's agreeable."
"THEN IT'S SETTLED!" Zim slammed his hands into his table, making everything rattle and a few things fall over. He jumped from his chair, earlier exhaustion ignored, and scurried across the room to a large panel inlaid with two large rectangular red buttons side by side. One had a picture of a tomato and one had a picture of a potato. He slammed the potato button with his fist and an enormous keyboard folded out of the wall, the wall itself flickering away from its wall-like texture and revealing itself to actually be a large monitor. Dib approached cautiously behind the alien as he tapped vigorously on the keyboard, Irken text unreadable as it appeared line after line on the screen.
"What's the tomato button for?"
"SILENCE!"
After several minutes of manic typing, he reeled back and slammed the 'tomato' button. The keyboard and monitor disappeared and were replaced by a large but bland gray box rising slowly from the floor. It clicked up and up and up in endless suspense until finally, it towered over the two boys. With a loud, ominous whirring it lit up with many small lights around its edge and from a small slot just at Zim's eye-level. After a few minutes of whirring and clicking that seemed to do nothing, a single sheet of paper slid from the slot and into Zim's waiting claws. Zim quickly scanned the symbols on the paper.
"IT'S PERFECT!" He declared before handing it to Dib. "Read and sign the document at the bottom in your own viscera." He said casually. Dib scanned the page of unreadable alien symbols before scoffing.
"Wait, you want me to sign this in blood?" He laughed. "Don't you have a pen?" Zim narrowed his eyes.
"I wouldn't expect you to be culturally sensitive anyway, Human. Very well!" He announced, turning slightly to shout some more. "GIR! Bring me a pen!" The robot in question rolled out of his cake and groaned in a distorted, mechanical sound.
"I don't waaanaaaaaaa!" He whined. Zim pinched the space between his eyes and sighed.
"Come here." He commanded. The robot approached, saluting his master with frosting dripping from his postured metal band.
"Why are you covered in cake?" Zim asked quietly.
"It feels good on my baby skin, sir!" He answered, maintaining his perfect salute.
"You don't have skin," Zim remarked, sounding genuinely confused. He sighed and turned back to Dib. "How about cake? Are you too good to sign in cake?" He asked. Dib looked between the paper and the robot and hummed uncomfortably.
"Um…yeah…ok…" he conceded, wiping a small amount of frosting off GIR with his finger and using it to mark a little 'X' at the bottom of the page.
"Fantastic." Zim stuffed the document behind a potted plant and began to step purposefully back to his workstation. "Shall we begin?"
"Right now?" Dib's eyes widened and he was once again following the loose cannon alien across the room at a healthy clip.
"The sooner I fix this the better," Zim confirmed, hopping up onto his own counter and turning his back.
"Oh, wow, ok." Dib adjusted his view of his day as best he could, not quite believing this was the direction it had taken. "Uh…" he hovered over Zim's back awkwardly, unsure what to do. He had no problem prying at the PAK when Zim was asleep, but for some reason, this felt more…intimate? He cringed at the word but it was accurate. Zim sighed and reached around to press lightly at the top of the egg-shaped device. It unlatched easily at his command and the shell casing opened to reveal its innards.
"Oh wow…"
Dib stared wide-eyed at the surface devices. The PAK's topmost layer of machinery was the many weapons and tools he'd seen Zim use over the course of their rivalry. The metal spider legs pressed against the outer shell, hugging the communicator, guns, tasers, and what looked like a clothes iron inside. The impressive part was how the many pieces and their metal rod fastenings seemed to perfectly fold together like puzzle pieces, allowing them to collapse into much less space than Dib thought possible. A dense, solid block of metal that split into any number of things.
"Is it just your tools?"
"They need to be removed to reach the wires, I never made it past them before my time ran out," Zim admitted, voice oddly soft. Did he feel as awkward as Dib had before?
"They're fastened with bolts I've never seen before, is there a wrench or..?"
"Here," Zim passed Dib an object that seemed to be a rotating socket on a screwdriver handle. It rotated like a drill bit at the push of a button. Dib took the tool with an equally awkward "thanks" and felt suddenly unsure. Maybe Zim was right and he was in over his head?
His feelings of wonder and inadequacy in the face of that wonder battled each other as he removed each object from the top of Zim's PAK. Each bolt came off with satisfying ease with the surprisingly efficient tool and he marveled at how every object slid past the others with exactly enough space, no more no less, and never got caught. No matter the order or the distance they were removed from the PAK they were perfectly fit for each other and the PAK itself.
When he'd laid out every single one on the table he gazed into the exposed wiring beneath. The small connectors that held the tools and weapons to Zim's nervous system. There were easily millions of them all in bundles and running in crossing patterns. They were a strangely pure silver color that almost glowed. He touched them lightly and found they were, in fact, made of metal, but they were so small they were soft to the touch like the fur of a small animal. He pulled his hand back quickly at the thought that Zim might be able to feel what he was doing, but just as quickly realized that was ridiculous.
"I found the wires." He announced quietly. The room was so quiet as he concentrated that he didn't feel right speaking up any more than he had to. Zim nodded, reaching out a hand and flipping the small switch on the laser beside him.
"This is an electric concentration pulse emitter." He explained, swinging the arm of the machine around so it was within Dib's reach. It was a long metal arm hand with a dangling shuttle hanging from it. "It can deliver electric pulses inside the size of a needlepoint." He said. Dib grabbed the shuttle and pulled it down to where he was focused, finding the length of its cord fit comfortably for the elevation. The tip itself looked like a needle, resembling a tattoo gun, and it had a little sensor on the side that charged the needle with electricity when he pressed it.
"Wow…"
"You're going to have to find the one that doesn't respond, see where the wires cross in a full square?" Dib scanned the grid of intricately woven wires and found that every third and fifth crossover created a square pattern instead of a 'T'.
"Yeah,"
"You need to deliver a shock of no more than three seconds but no less than one to every corner of those squares."
"Oh…ok…" Dib's hand sank a little at the prospect. There were hundreds, if not thousands of those squares and they all were about the side of a grain of rice. He'd be there all day if he tested every single one. "I have to do them all?"
"You can't miss any." Zim pressed. Dib looked around at the mess he'd already made and sighed through his nose. He'd come too far to back out, and he did say he wanted to learn how the PAK worked. He pressed the small electric needle to the top-left-most corner of the top-leftmost square and gave it a two-second shock. At the very end of the wire cluster where they all met at a plug for a weapon, the plug itself jolted as if trying to move something that was no longer there.
"That's good," Zim confirmed. "Try and find the one that doesn't do that."
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The Colder the Water
Steve Rodgers x Reader (Captain America x reader)
Warnings: Hurt comfort, fluff, no smut, slight mention of PTSD and death
Word count: ~1000ish
The mission had been hard. You hadn’t expected it to go longer than a week but after staying undercover in the middle of a desert town in the Middle East looking for a hydra base you had intel on, you and the entire team needed a shower. Unfortunately for the entire team, after the invasion of New York only few bathrooms had running water and only one shower was running with hot water.
Tony of course went first claiming he paid the buildings water bill so he gets first dibs on the water. Everyone else drew straws.
Somehow you and Steve pulled the smallest of the two with his being only a little longer than yours.
You smiled as you got ready to pick on the old man. ‘You know, didn’t they have a saying back in your day… ladies first’
You held out your straw and laughed but to your surprise, he took it and handed you his.
“Just in case Jarvis does a scan and turns the water off” He brushed his hand through his hair even with weeks without enough time to clean up he looked good.
You winked at him and said thank you but were waved off. Walking back to your room you waited patiently for Bruce to knock on your door telling you it was your turn.
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Finally the bathroom was yours. You smiled at the pile of clothes shoved in the corner. Everyone was so tired and sore you knew it would be cleaned up tomorrow but tonight the little things didn’t matter.
The steam in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Bruce always took his showers hot; he claimed the water helped relax his muscles after coming down from hulking out.
You got undressed and washed yourself watching the water go from dirty greys and browns to clear. Taking extra time to get the grime out of your hair watching what you think was a bug swirl away down the drain
You weren’t sure how long you sat there going over yourself trying to make sure you were clean, until the water switched from your warm oasis to ice cold.
You grumbled as you got out when Tony’s voice came over the PA system. “Hey kiddo I’d tell whoever’s next to give it a few the hot water is out”
You grumbled as you pulled on your clothes, a multimillion dollar building running out of water after a few showers. At least you were done.
Steve’s door was open just enough for you to peak in.
A little knock got you an “it’s open you can come in”
‘Hey so I’ve got bad news’ Steve looked up at you
“Tell me we don’t have to go out again I just want to rinse off at least”
You smiled at the captain. You almost didn’t have the heart to tell him he probably should wait to jump in.
‘No we’re safe for now, but we’re out of hot water so you might want to give it a few minutes before you shower’
His frown turned back into a smile like you just told him the best news ever
“That’s not bad news, a little cold water won’t kill me, it didn't before” Steve laughed, proud of his own joke. You sighed and shook your head ‘well It’s all yours Cap’ you saluted him and walked back down the hall to your room.
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It couldn’t have been more than 5 minutes since you heard the door to the bathroom. The hall seemed silent except for one large slam and a muffled shout.
You immediately went into panic mode grabbing your gun off the nightstand and running to the bathroom.
‘Steve if you don’t answer I’m coming in’ you yelled hoping it was nothing and he’d tell you he just dropped a shampoo or something.
But when you heard nothing, not even the water, you burst through the door.
Steve had on grey sweats but nothing else. He was on the floor back to the wall and his legs to his chest. His hair showed the briefest signs of a shower and his eyes were red.
‘Steve.. what happened, are you okay?’ You squared down to look at your friend.
“I don’t know what happened” he looked up meeting your eye and a tear slid down his face.
“It was so… I thought I’d be fine but it was so cold. It touched me and I thought I was back in the ice. I…. I’m sorry I shouted I just I was back in the ice”
You put your hand on his face giving him a touch of warmth. He leaned into the gesture.
‘Let’s go back to your room okay?’ You offered him your other hand so he could get up.
You Kept your arm around him the whole walk back to his room, not wanting him to lose that bit of comfort.
Once you got him dry you put him in bed. All the rooms had blankets able to be heated to you turned his on hoping to help.
‘Steve you’ve got to talk to me, I know it was scary but I’m here with you I’m right here’
You sat on the edge of the bed running your hand through his hair knowing he always did it when he was nervous.
His eyes started to close as if the panic and long mission had finally caught up to him. For a man so large he looked so small curled up under the blankets of his bed.
Not wanting to intrude on his space you decided to slowly get up thinking you’d make him a tea or something to bring for him when he got up.
When you went to lift yourself off of the bed a hand snaked your waist pulling you back down.
“Stay”
He was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him.
‘Steve you’re sleeping I’m going to head out okay’
His bud eyes opened and looked into yours. “Please Y/N, stay here I just… I can’t be alone right now”
Steve moved his arm from your waist and opened the blanket.
You looked at your friend, ‘okay Stevie I’ll stay’
Sliding under the covers you found yourself immediately squeezed by large arms.
It only took a few minutes before he was drifting off again. Mumbling to himself how warm you were.
#marvel#reader insert#steve rodgers x reader#txt fluff#comfort#captain america#captain america x you#captain america fluff
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That's my best friend,
A real bad b!tch.
#invader zim#zim#dib#zadr#zadf#my art#listening to and drawing the worst friends in the universe#best way to spend an afternoon amirite#anywho not sure how I'm feeling about this one#I like Dib's face and that's getting to be a bad sign#but my frien said it was good so;;
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There Was Only One Bed
AOT boys x Reader
(This trope is so overused but its def my guilty pleasure haha & i hope it’ll fix my writers block)
Plot: You and him came back from a mission that left you both insanely tired. It’s too late to go home so you two decide to check into a hotel. There’s only one room left, with only one bed 😳
Eren
my boy Eren rolled his eyes when he saw that singular bed
you both were already so freaking tired after a day of organizing
the last thing he wanted was a fuss about who gets the bed this late
you looked at him as he took a seat on one side of the bed
tbh you saw it as a sign that he claimed the bed so you just
sat on the floor lol
i mean where else would you sleep??
“What are you doing?” asked Eren as he looked at you like a fool
“uh... sitting” was all you said
“You’re not going to sleep on the ground after today. Take the other side”
i mean you weren’t going to say no but wow
THE Eren Yeager sharing his bed with you
you felt awkward and just stayed at the very edge of the bed not wanting to disturb him
he turned off the lights and you guys went to bed
approximately ten minutes laterrrr
“Hey Y/N, do you think I’m doing the right thing? With the Yeagerists and everything?”
“Oh um, I think our people in the walls really see you as a savior, what’s wrong with that?” you said still a little shocked he even spoke up
“Hmm, I guess what I’m doing is best for humanity,” he said almost a matter of factly, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
even though your little chat was brief you and Eren both relaxed a bit more and scooted a little closer to each other
maybe just having someone nearby to listen helped
Armin
aww Armin would totally approach this situation like a gentleman
even though you were both tired i could see his eyes widening at the singular bed
“Y/N, I insist! you could have the bed!”
“But you shouldn’t sleep on the floor!”
“It’s okay I’ll be fine!”
endless banter haha
eventually the banter convinces him that he should sleep on the bed but-
“Okay, how about you sleep on the bed the first half of the night and then we both wake up and switch places-”
“Armin that plan won’t work”
he has many great plans but this ain’t it
he finally agrees to take the other side of the bed
but lies down on the veryyyy edge
you say your goodnights and fall asleep
until you hear a crash
Armin has fallen off the bed lol
“I told you sleeping on the edge would be a bad idea”
“I- you have me there”
this time he scooted a little closer to you
and bam
he set a pillow in between you two
“problem solved!”
“Oh Armin, walls have never solved anything,” you said laughing
you two fell back asleep this time both of you snuggled against the same pillow
that pillow was soon forgotten about after the both of you somehow rolled over it???
you both didn’t mind being snuggled against each other though
Reiner
honestly we all know this guy just needs some rest
you insist that he takes the bed
however he could not let you sleep on the floor
“But Reiner, look at you, you’re exhausted and you won’t be comfortable on the floor!”
“Really? I can say the same about you Y/N go on the bed.”
this probably went on for a few minutes before you both went fuck it and took the bed
Reiner was kinda awkward about it but too tired to care
he took one side and you took another
you both said your good nights before going to bed
you were suddenly awakened though when Reiner sat up from a nightmare :(
you’ve both been through a lot so you get it
“Reiner are you okay?” you asked
“Yeah... it’s nothing. Sorry for waking you up,” he said clearly not okay.
you scooted next to him and gave him a hug (he really needs hugs omg)
he accepted it and cried in your arms
you stayed like that for a while and comforted him
when he calmed down he insisted you both go back to sleep
didn’t mind when you stayed near him before going back to sleep
you woke up safe in his arms and he slept peacefully that night
Jean
Jean boy and you were both just TIRED
being some of the leaders of this new movement in the scouts was tiring
and the hotel just has to have ONE bed
he sighs at the sight and before you can even argue with him he just gestures to you to take the damn bed
but you still want to argue
“Jean, you’ve been awake so long take the bed!”
“You’ve been awake even longer! So therefore you should have it!”
you two kind of had a stare off
realizing you were both too stubborn he picks you up and forces you in bed
“NO FAIR!”
“Sorry but it’s settled,” he says as he makes his way to the ground
though he was much taller than you, you still managed to drag his ass to the bed
“Now stay!”
“I’m not a dog!”
“No shit horse face”
“DAMMIT” he said as he dragged you into the bed with him
it was kinda awkward since you were on top of him
so he quickly shoved you to the side
gently though cuz he’s nice
“There problem solved,” he said after a brief moment of silence
you two went to sleep
or at least you tried to because that room was so freaking cold
“psst Jean”
“What?” he murmured
“I’m cold.”
and then he opened his arms and enveloped you in warmth
probably the nicest you’ve slept in a while
same goes for him, he was too warm and your ice cold self helped
Connie
as soon as you two entered the room, Connie called dibs on the bed
“No fair! I wanted the bed!” you exclaimed as you jumped on it
“Well I called it first!”
you both tried one up each other as a reason why one of you should get the bed over the other
apparently your banter was pretty loud
“I have an idea, why don’t you both take the bed AND SHUT THE FUCK UP?” oh the hotel manager barged in and interrupted
he said that neither of you would have a bed if he gets one more noise complaint
welp
“I guess we should listen to the man right Y/N?” said Connie nervously
“uh yes! thank you sir sorry for bothering you!” you apologized and got under the covers
it was kind of awkward suddenly since both of you didn’t plan on sleeping in the same bed
but once the two of you were settled in you finally realized how exhausted you two were
you two ended up falling asleep but you woke up a couple of hours later
it was still dark outside
you also realized Connie was lying there awake too
“Were you watching me sleep?” you asked
“What! No, I was just, I couldn’t sleep,” he admitted.
“Yeah me neither”
you both took advantage of the hour and decided to silently just catch up on life
you two had been so busy lately considering how much more responsibility the scouts had nowadays
“You know, I really appreciate that you still try to stay upbeat despite everything that’s happened” you said.
“Well, I guess that’s just who I am. I want to make everyone happy. I want you to be happy,” he admitted glad that it was dark or else you’d see him blush
“Well I really appreciate that” you smiled and nuzzled into him
having each other so close lulled the both of you into a comforting sleep once again
#aot x reader#attack on titan x reader#snk x reader#eren x y/n#eren x reader#reiner x y/n#reiner x reader#armin x y/n#armin x reader#jean kirschtein x reader#connie x reader#connie springer x reader#attack on titan imagine#aot scenario#aot fluff#aot imagines#AOT headcanons
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I'm Sorry (Jessie Fleming x reader)
Hey recently started reading your fics and I really love them. I was wondering could you do maybe a reader x Jessie Fleming. Where they met in college and both play for their national teams and have been dating for a while. And they both play in a friendly against each other but they end up going into a rough tackle with each other so the reader has to be taken off for a light injury. Basically the team gets really protective of the reader at the hotel and is shocked to find Jessie at the door with a bunch of goodies and flowers for the reader and is shocked to see how affectionate and cuddley they are until they tell them they are dating.
How to describe Jessica Alexandra Fleming? She's sweet, kind, smart, and insanely talented. She's my sweet, kind, smart, and insanely talented girlfriend.
We met in collage when I was on scholarship for soccer. She asked me out by placing a soccer ball in front of two soccer nets with sign "Yes and "No" while she held up a sign that said "Will you go out with me?" I accepted of course. We've been dating ever since.
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Two years later I made the USA national team, Jess however, was already on it. Sure we've versed each other before, but today it just felt different.
I can't explain it but today I just had a bad feeling as I walked up the field looking for my girlfriend for some comfort.
When I finally found her lined up next to one of her teammates. When I saw her I instantly grinned at her, she gave me a goofy smile in return.
~~~
Right before the game started I turned to Jessie to wish her good luck.
"May the odds be ever in your favour." I told her.
"May the games begin." Jessie replied giving me a rare smile.
~~~
Half time ended quickly and we went to set up on the field again. I still had that bad feeling I couldn't shake. It didn't take me long to figure out why.
In the 70th minute of the game when Quinn slid in front of Julie causing her to lose the ball. I was closet and started running towards the ball to regain possession. I sped up when a noticed a Canadian player close to me, they started to catch up so I slid, but so did they. We crashed right into each other, I cried out in pain as their cleat hit my face and stomach. Within seconds teammates from each side began circling around us all concerned and a few crying.
I had no idea why they were crying until I felt the blood. Crimson red all over my hands and jersey, I felt liquid running down the side of my face, from my mouth and nose.
I could faintly see the person I clashed with. Their face was blurry but I'd recognize her's anywhere. Jessie. My Jessie.
~~~
I woke up in my hotel bed with some of the USWNT surrounding me. Apparently the doctor cleared me and I begged them to take me back to the hotel, which was where I was now.
A sudden knock on the door has your teammates all turning away from you and towards the open door where they're all surprised to see Jessie Fleming standing, holding flowers and chocolate in her hand.
"Hey...Can I come in?" She asks and you nod not even holding back your smile smile, your teammates part so the 23 year old can make her way to you.
I bit my bottom lip, a smile stretching across my face as I looked up at the girl who glances away in shame.
"Of course." I grinned at her, then glaring at my teammates to get out.
They quickly got the hint and left, but not with out casting one last worried glance my way and giving Jess a glare and cold shoulder.
When they left Jessie spoke up
"I'm so sorry Y/N... I-I-I didn't mean to hurt you... I just-"
I cut my girlfriend off by kissing her, right away her arms wrapped around my neck playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. My arms wrapped around her waist holding on tight.
"It's okay, it was just an accident." I reassured her when we parted.
"Come here," I gestured to the pillow next to me "I wanna cuddle."
When Jess heard my request she dashed over to the pillow and immediately put her head on my chest as I entwined our hands.
We stayed there like that for who knows how long.
~~~
I was distracted by Jess I didn't even realize my teammates had came back to check on me and had watched the exchange between the two of us.
"What the f-" Kelley started until Sam put her hand over Kelleys mouth giving her a look.
Sam stopped one, unfortunately she could not stop the cacophony of voices made by other surprised teammates.
When they all finally shut up Tobin asked a question that had been. in her mind ever since she opened the door.
"Are you two...dating?" Tobin asked slowly.
"Yup." Not even paying attention to the question.
"Who asked?" Julie inquired.
Jessie blushed before muttering, "I did." then hid her face in my neck.
Again, the cacophony resumed.
Only when Alex yelled for them to shut up and gestured for Jess to come out of the bed and meet her outside.
I could tell Jess was nervous so I squeezed her hand, feeling some of the tension leave her body she got up and went outside to meet up with some of the vets.
~~~
Jessie's prov
I had a feeling that I would be getting The Talk from Alex since Y/n was always telling me the she was, in fact, her team mom. However I hadn't expected it to be more than one person giving it to me as well. Alyssa Neaher was the first one to start talking before the other vets circled me.
I froze as they all started talking at once. I easily caught the general drift of their speech being about Y/n and that I could never hurt her.
"Hey," Chris yelled out. It wasn't until Tobin whistled that the others got quiet. They all turned to look at me, but only Alex spoke.
"If you hurt Y/n, we hurt you. Trust me, we can. Got it?" She spoke solemnly, other nodding along to her words.
I gulped but nodded my head.
We went back in and found Y/n eyes already on me. I gave her a small smile, before looking at some of the rookies, they stared back at me before Sam walked over to Jess.
"Since they already gave you the talk I suppose its only fair that I-" she started only before Sonnett interrupted her "Dibs!"
The cacophony resumed...again.
I slowly shuffled over to where my girlfriend stood and hugged her out of reflex Y/n kissed the side of my head before resting her chin on my shoulder.
Y/n and I stood there lost in our own world not realizing that the players had stopped arguing and stared at us, most of them giving us soft smiles. It wasn't until I heard a click that we pulled away.
"What?" Kristie asked innocently "we have to documant the historic moment of when Baby Canada and Baby America became an official WOSO couple."
I looked at the ground blushing, while Y/n went over to Kristie to ask for her to send her the photo.
All and all we were met with lots of supportive teasing. The US players back towards the door, some of the rookies giving Y/n winks and a couple of thumbs ups before they leave.
Y/n shook her head, grinning before turning back to me.
"If I asked you to stay, would you?"
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Teenagers: Part 2 (Hargreeves x sibling!reader)
Summary: Y/N tries to convince her siblings to sneak out of the mansion and go out to party with her for the night.
Pairing: Hargreeves x sibling!reader
Title Reference: Teenagers x My Chemical Romance
Word Count: 2.3k words
Warning: swearing, mention of drugs and alcohol, partying/clubbing, mention of sex
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'So where are these so-called friends that you have, Y/N?' Five asked impatiently, bothering me for the last five minutes.
'Shut up, they're coming. We just got here like two minutes ago.'
Allison smiled, 'Someone is eager to go in.'
Five glared at her, shaking his head. 'Ha, you're funny. I'm just tired of wai-'
'They're here!' I waved at my friends and ran to them, hugging them and greeting them. Getting the wristbands that they've promised me, I got back to my family and gave them one of each.
'How's Five going to get in?' Luther asked, but by the time we looked over at our not so younger brother, he was gone.
Assuming Five just zapped himself into the club, we lined up and got ourselves into the building.
Smiles formed on everyone's face, making me smile even more. I was happy that everyone was excited, my siblings deserved happiness and more.
Klaus clapped, 'I'm starting to sober up and that's a big fat no. Drinks on me, who wants some?'
Ben and Klaus went to the back towards the bar, buying everyone rounds of drinks to bring back. While the rest of us stayed, still no sign of Five, I looked at them and smiled.
'What's with the goofy smile?' Diego asked, I rolled my eyes and hit him. 'What? You're really happy tonight.'
'Of course I am, dummy. I'm out with you guys, what's not to be smiling about?' I pulled on his arm, 'Come on. Let's go to the dance floor.'
'Ha, I'm not dancing. Take others with you instead.'
'Luther is busy with those girls that's surrounding him, Allison and Vanya has been gone and you're the only one looking like a lost, sad puppy.'
'You don't think Luther needs our help?'
I looked over at him and laughed, 'He seems like he's enjoying the attention he's getting from them. He'll be alright. Now let's go.'
Diego rolled his eyes, 'I'll just watch.'
'Don't be a butt, come on.' I pulled on him again, this time he walked with me as he groaned.
We walked down to the dance floor, shoving ourselves through the sweaty crowd as we found Allison, Vanya and Five squeezed together.
'Exactly why is this fun?' Five said as he was sandwiched between two giant guys that were jumping up and down.
Allison turned around, dancing to the music the DJ was playing. 'Get drunk, dance your stress away. We're out the freaking house, Five.'
'Huh?' Five shouted, not being able to hear what Allison had said to him. She ignored him and continued to dance as she grabbed Vanya's hands.
I started to dance with my sisters, singing along and jumping up and down. Diego and Five just stood awkwardly, watching us drunk girls dancing.
'Excuse me, sorry. Ah, my fault.' Ben screamed from behind as he came with three drinks in his hand, followed by Klaus who was sipping from one of the cups.
Klaus handed us our drinks, 'Damn. It took us forever to look for you guys. I saw Luther's big ass but he's with those girls.'
'Our boy is busy.' I grinned as I pulled the straw into my mouth, sipping on my drink to get myself more drunk.
Five started groaning, I looked to see two girls talking to him and wondering how he ended up here. 'Aw, little kid are you lost? Poor thing.'
'No, I'm with them.' He replied angrily, arms crossed as he scooted himself towards Ben.
'Ah, you brought a boy to a club? What is wrong with you guys!' The girl said, given how bad it looked I never consider how it'll look from other perspective.
'Wait, no. It's- let me explain!' Ben stumbled with words, stuttering as he tried to reason with them. 'He- he's just a really really late bloomer. We're all actually in our 20s okay.'
'I'm just stuck in this body as an adult. Don't lie to them!' Five tried to defend himself, although it wouldn't really help with the confusing situation.
Klaus frowned and leaned towards the girls. 'Yeah, he's in denial. Very sensitive subject that we like to avoid.'
The girls nodded, awed as they were sympathize of our "situation" that we'd explained to them. 'So sorry, you guys have fun.'
'I hate you guys.' Five mumbled, snatching the cup from Allison's hand and drinking from it.
'Hey, I wasn't fini-'
'Y/N, this is the best night ever!' Luther came into the dance floor, cheerful as ever. 'Thank you for bringing me here because this is amazing.'
Diego chuckled, 'Of course. You were practically having a foursome with those girls over there.'
'You're just jealous.' Luther stuck his tongue out like a seven year old boy. Klaus, Ben and I laughed hysterically; it was even funnier because we were drunk, and Luther, our "daddy's boy" brother was enjoying sneaking out of the mansion.
'One of my friends are single, if you want me to set you-'
'Y/N, drop it.' Diego turned away, 'I need to take a leak. You guys better stay here.'
As Diego walked away with Five to the bathroom, we continued to dance and drink. Vanya was giggling, swaying back and forth as Ben and Allison had a dance-off seeing who can bring out the best moves. Klaus and I were downing the rest of our drinks, practically singing our face off as the DJ played such good music.
'Ah, we need more drin-' Klaus paused mid-sentence, looking back and forth between me and the stage. 'So you are whoring around, you whore.'
'Don't know what you're talking about.' I denied, not understand how Klaus came to this conclusion. 'I don't get it.'
He hit me on my side, 'Don't play dumb with me! I see you and that DJ eye humping each other.'
He wasn't making things up when he had said that; I did have my eyes on the DJ. 'We are not eye humping each other. He doesn't even know me.'
'Well, he knows you now because he's staring at you and I swear your clothes will burn off soon because he won't stop.' Ben chuckled, guessing that he noticed it as well.
'You're crazy.' I didn't think he noticed me at all, I mean he was the DJ. He was overlooking everyone on the dance floor, it'd be dumb to assume he had his eyes on me.
Allison joined in on the conversation, 'I noticed that too! I thought you guys fucked before or something.'
'No! What do you guys think I am?'
'A girl with needs.' Klaus smiled.
'Just because I sneak out does not mean I'm going around sleeping with random people.'
Vanya laughed, 'Okay well, you can with him. There he goes, looking at you. Don't look.'
'You guys lost your minds.'
'Says the girl that sneaks behind dad and her siblings.' Luther joked.
'Okay, Luther don't get me started with you and those girls.'
Luther grunted, 'Ugh. I-'
'Hey, big fella over there.' The DJ got on the mic as he pointed at Luther. 'Why don't you come on the stage, get the crowd going!'
'Go, go!' Ben and Klaus shoved Luther towards the stage, even with him being hesitant and shy. 'Go show what the Hargreeves are all about!'
'I-I can't!' Luther hesitated, planted on the floor even when all of us tried to encourage him to go up there.
The DJ smiled at Luther, then looked at me. 'Dude, bring your friends up here too. We're going to turn this dance floor around for a bit.'
'Come on, he's calling for you!' Allison cheered as she pulled me and Klaus' hand, running up the stage.
Luther, Ben and Vanya trailed from behind, standing next to us while we danced to the DJ's new song he was playing.
Pulling Luther towards me, I gave him the last few sips I had in my cup before I threw it away. 'Here, you are probably starting to sober up. You need more.'
'Ah, Y/N. What makes you think I'm not drunk right now?'
'Because I remember when you were the night-'
'Okay, okay. You and Klaus never let that night go.'
The DJ leaned in as he kept playing music, 'Hey. If you and your boyfriend want more drinks, it's on the house.'
'Ha, she's not my girlfriend.' Luther chuckled.
'Ah, I stand corrected.' The DJ then turned to me and smiled sweetly. 'Would you mind if I buy you a drink?'
I couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or him, but I felt my cheeks getting warmer as the cute guy spoke to me. 'No, I wouldn't mind.'
The DJ bit his lip, taking his headphones off and walking downstairs. 'Alright, I'll be right back.'
Allison tapped on my sides repeatedly as he walked away. 'You lucky! He's so cute.'
'Maybe he has a brother. I call dibs though.' Klaus stared at him, eyeing him as he went up to the bar to get some drinks.
While Allison and Vanya continued to dance on the stage, Luther was once again being surrounded by a bunch of girls from the dance floor.
'Y/N is scoring some tonight and Luther is getting all these attention again.' Klaus shrugged his shoulders, looking around. 'What in the hell did Luther do to have these girls crawling around like crazy?'
'Wait, wait. Scoring some? I barely said a word to this dude.'
'Whatever, man. I need to go back down and look for someone now.'
Ben chuckled, patting Klaus on his shoulder. 'I got your back, bro. Come on I'll be your wingman.'
As soon as Klaus heard those words come out of Ben's mouth, they both left the stage so quick I couldn't even speak to them back. Trailing them down the dance floor, I see the DJ coming back on stage with drinks in his hands.
'Here you go, I didn't know which drinks you like so I hope you like this one.' He was sweet, it could've been an act to try to talk to me but I didn't mind for one night. 'I'm Luke by the way.'
'Y/N. And this is perfect, thank you.' I gave him a flirty smile but then was interrupted when I saw something in the corner of my eye.
I looked through the crowd and saw Diego and Five, glaring at me and my siblings that were on the stage. They seemed like how Reginald would react in this situation; catching his children sneaking out at night and hanging out at a club.
Except it wasn't dad, it was my weird brothers that couldn't grasp what fun was. Watching us as if they were disappointed fathers that just saw their crazy teenager kids discovering drinking and partying for the first time.
'Oops.' It came out of my mouth naturally as I stared at Diego and Five, followed by a giggle that I couldn't help. It was funny watching them being weirdly upset with us, especially when it felt like the club was spinning round and round.
'You guys are screwed.' Five mouthed back, shaking his head as he watched us from down the dance floor.
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My eyes shot open, not knowing where I was at for a moment until I realized I was in my room. I then see Diego sitting on my bed side chair, watching me as if he was guarding me.
'Rise and shine, zombie.' Diego chuckled, seeing how crazy I looked with messed up makeup and a bed head.
'Ho-how did I get here last night.' I turned around and looked around, noticed that the cute DJ guy wasn't in my bed. 'I don't remember anything.'
Diego grinned, 'You're curious huh.'
'Where is Luke-Oh no... Did I do something stupid?' I was confused, so confused because I thought everything was going good last night. But now that I didn't remember anything after I said hi to him, I got scared. 'Oh my- Did I do something embarrassing? Fuck.'
'Well, I don't know what you define "embarrassing" but yeah. You definitely made the crowd go wild last night.' Diego started laughing, his loud voice ringing in my ear from my hangover.
Covering my ears, I shook my head. 'Diego... shh. My head hurts okay.'
'This is why I don't drink.'
I shook my head, 'Is everyone back safely?'
'Oh, don't even worry about everyone else, they're perfectly fine. It was you that we had a hard time bringing home, Y/N.'
'So can you tell me what happened?'
'Sure, after you acknowledge that I'm the best brother ever.' Diego raised his eyebrows, adjusting his positioning on the chair.
A light laugh just escaped my mouth, keeping my mouth closed so I wouldn't start burst out laughing. 'You're kidding me right? Really?'
'Yes really. I had to carry you home, tuck you into bed after you kicked and screamed, help you get up so you can throw up. I didn't even know humans were physically able to throw up so much.'
When Diego put it like that, I felt bad that he had to take care of me throughout the night. 'Okay Diego, you're the best brother in the world. Also I'm sorry you had to do all that for me.'
'Aha, no worries. That was probably the most entertaining night ever.' He laughed, 'You were fucking crazy.'
I smiled, I bet Diego really enjoyed me making a fool of myself or whatever I did last night that got him giggling nonstop. 'So are you going to tell me?'
'Hmm, nope. Thanks for the compliment though.'
'Ugh, I hate you.'
'Not according to yesterday you don't.' Diego smirked.
#luther hargreeves x reader#diego hargreeves x reader#allison hargreeves xreader#klaus hargreeves x reader#five hargreeves x reader#ben hargreeves x reader#vanya hargreeves x reader#tua oneshot#the umbrella academy fic#the umbrella academy oneshot#hargreeves x sibling!reader
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Twelve days
(A/N): This is inspired by me (again), who for her life, can’t figure out how to walk properly around the dining table after two months after renovating the living room. My dog thought several times I’m a dumb burgular.
Summary: Of course, a child of Spencer Reid is not only clumsy, but also a person of repitition. Lets see what happens after changing something she got used to.
Wordcount: 0.8k
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Spencer enters the bullpen, looking more dead than alive. You don’t need to be a profiler to see his exhaustion.
“Woah Pretty Boy, what happened to you?” Morgan asks him in a worried tone. Dropping his head on his desk, he answers shortly: “I spent the night at the ER.” This catches the attention of everybody else.
“ER? Spence, what happened? Are you ok? Is (Y/N) ok?” JJ shoots one question after another, going full on Momma Bear Mode.
“Last night taught me that I would never have to do a DNA test with (Y/N), because she is definitely my daughter. Did you know a human being takes at least 12 days to get used to a new habit?” Spencer tells his concerned colleagues, going with his hand through his hair.
But they look at him more confused. “I think it’s a long winded way to tell you that (Y/N) broke her wrist while trying to get to the bathroom.” At this, the team is more lost than ever. So Spencer tells them the events from last night.
“I am done. I will never help your weird ideas about feng shui and good and bad energy. There is no scientifically proof for that except for the Placebo effect. Why did I help you anyway?” Spencer asks after he collapsed on the now moved sofa.
“Because you love me. And did you die moving the furniture? Because I clearly see only an exhausted man, who easily breaks into a sweat lifting a roll of toilet paper”, his daughter tells him while she admires their work.
Out of the blue she asked him to renovate the living room. After a few days of planning and buying the needed things for it they finally got to do it today. At first the small family moved any furniture out of the room, which was kind of a challenge since the apartment is rather small and they had to scatter them all over it.
When this task was mastered, Spencer and (Y/N) began to repaint the walls. This escalated into a paint war. In the end it seemed like they had more of it on their skin than there was on the walls. Luckily (moreover thanks to Spencer calculating wasted paint in) they didn’t need to buy more. It would have been hilarious though, an adult and teenager looking like they were dipped into a barrel, wandering through the hardware store like nobody’s business.
When the paint was dry, they moved the stuff back in. While they were at his, (Y/N) cracked her knowledge of feng shui out and demanded to put it in a certain way. Spencer, who was surprised about her education on this subject, asked her how she knew all of this. Turns out you get more points in something in Animal Crossing, when you lay it out like it’s demanded.
“I have to love you pretty much, because it was a nightmare”, the father groans, rubbing his face.
“You do, because I am your only child so you have much to give away. Also, I call dibs on the shower!” Before he could interrupt her, she already sprinted into the bathroom.
Later that night Spencer got woken up by a loud crash. Immediately his agent instincts kicked in. He grabbed a baseball bat (courtesy his daughter, who needed it for her Harley Quinn halloween costume) and sneaked into the living room, from where the sound originated.
“Stay where you are, I got a weapon and I’m not afraid to use it!”
“DAD! You are a trained man, a profiler with years worth of experience and you chose this as a good tactic to scare off any offender?” The father hears (Y/N) calling out from what seems the middle of the room. As he lowers the bat, Spencer turns the light on.
Then he sees what actually happened: His daughter is buried under one of the stools at the dining table, her hand is twisted between the bars in the back in a weird way.
“Last night I learned that (Y/N) is not only really clumsy, but she also has this one way she walks when she goes to the bathroom. Now that we rearranged the living room the stool was in her way and she broke her wrist. That’s why I spent the night at the ER, but she is fine. (Y/N) wanted to come in after school to have you all sign her cast to brag to her classmates that she knows real superheroes and FBI agents.”
In the end she takes more than 12 days to get used to the new layout as the teenager crashes into the furniture every two to three days for the following month.
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Camp North Star - June 9th
AFAB!Reader x Im Nayeon
Word Count: 2466
Contents: fingering, oral (both reader receiving)
You played with the flower that you’d picked between your fingers as dusk fell. It was a little cooler this evening and most of the other coaches were relaxing in their cabins or hanging out in the rec rooms. A week and a half had passed and soon the rest of the counsellors would be arriving. On top of that, there were still a number of things to do with Wonwoo; trying out all the canoes, mapping out the canoe trip routes, practicing rescues and teaching safety to the counselors. Lots of things should have been on your mind.
And yet, the only thing that was really coming back to you as you sat on your beach towel, staring out over the water of the lake as the last few rays of sunlight left the sky was the idea of a hoe summer. Of all the things you needed to do that was taking up your mental energy. It felt like too far out to really be a rebound or trying to fill some hole that he left, even if you weren’t 100% emotionally healed. But having some fun probably wouldn’t hurt. It could definitely boost your confidence after so much questioning yourself when he left.
There was still the matter of where or how to start. As much as everyone was joking about it you were pretty sure no one thought it was totally serious. If you asked would anyone actually say yes to messing around? What if you asked a bunch of people and they all said no? That might be a bit too big of a hit to your self esteem.
“Hey, there you are!”
You turned at the sound of Nayeon’s voice. She was strolling over the sand towards you, carrying her own big, fluffy beach towel. “I saw you out here earlier, I didn’t know if you would still be here.”
“Oh, yeah,” you said. “I’m just… thinking I guess.”
Nayeon laid out her towel and sat down next to you. “What’s on your mind?”
You turned to look back out over the water.
“Ah, it’s nothing serious.” You tore the last few petals from the flower.
“You sure about that?” She asked softly.
You thought for a moment. “I’m… thinking about what you said.”
“Oh? About the hoe summer?”
You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, that.”
“You know you don’t have to do anything like that, right? It was j-”
“No I-” You stopped as a grin tugged at her lips. “Don’t give me that look.”
She leaned in closer,” You do wanna do it.”
“I just think it might be fun, that’s all,” you muttered.
“Aww my cute little slut,” she squealed, pinching your cheek.
“You can’t call me that and act like it’s cute!” You cried, trying to bat her hand away. Nayeon giggled and cooed at you, grabbing at your cheeks as you started to laugh, trying to squirm out of her grasp before falling back onto the towel. She caught herself, a hand on either side of you before crashing down on top of you as your giggles started to subside.
A smile tugged at Nayeon’s lips again as she gazed down at you, not showing any sign of sitting up. “Did you figure out how you’re going to kick it off?”
“I- I wasn’t sure if anyone was taking the idea seriously,” you said, trying to read her expression.
“I think a few of them are. And you have time to get into that too,” she hummed. “You really just need to figure out where to start.” Her smile was curling into a smirk as you brain caught up to her proposition. You turned the idea over in your mind, liking it more and more by the second, not that she hadn’t already planted the seed.
“It was your idea,” You hummed, gaze shifting to her lips.
“It was my idea,” she leaned a little closer.
“Not that you get to call dibs.”
“Of course not,” her voice dropped to a quiet murmur as her lips came closer before she shifted. Her lips landed on your jaw instead and she started to kiss slowly along your neck. You let out a quiet sigh as your eyes fluttered shut and you enjoyed the feeling, your fingers threading into her hair. “But my offer stands.”
“I think I’ll take it,” your voice came out with a slight whine as she sucked at a sensitive spot on the base of your neck.
After a few moments her lips pulled away from your neck and she moved her face over yours, meeting your gaze as you opened your eyes. “I thought you might,” she hummed before her lips met yours.
Her kisses were slow and deep, tongue pressing into your mouth easily. One on her hands started to slip down your side, tracing the line of your body. Your hand in her hair kept her close against you as she kissed you. Slowly she shifted her body over you, her legs finding a place between yours.
“Can I play with you right here?” She purred against your lips as her fingertips drew along the waist of your shorts. “There’s no one else outside.”
You threw a glance up towards the camp buildings. An inky blackness had settled around you once the sun had slipped past the horizon. Only a sliver of moon in the sky above, in some moments blocked out by clouds, gave any light to the beach where the two of you were laying. Your eyes met hers again in the dark and you gave her a smile mixed with excitement and nerves that she returned sweetly before leaning in for another kiss.
Her hand slipped past the waist of your shorts, moving slowly. She trailed her fingers over your panties first, feeling the way you pressed your hips up to her touch. You let out little sighs against her lips at the light sensation, pulling her ever so slightly closer by her hair and letting your legs fall just a bit further open.
Her fingertips played with the edge of your panties before slipping into them and your breath hitched. Nayeon pulled back enough to gaze down at you as her fingers drew soothing circles into your skin.
“Are you alright?” She hummed.
“Of course,” you said. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You’re tense,” she said.
A nervous grin tugged at your lips as you tried to relax a little. “Ah, I haven’t done anything at all since… Well it’s just been a while.”
Nayeon leaned in until her lips were grazing over yours. “Then let me handle everything tonight.”
Her lips met yours in another kiss. She kept the movements of her fingers slow, letting you get used to the feeling of someone else touching you again. Little by little you let yourself relax, feeling her fingers slip lower and lower slowly. Your fingers curled more tightly into Nayeon’s hair, kissing her more deeply.
Your breath hitched as her fingers found your clit. She held them still for a moment, focusing on kissing you before moving them in slow circles. Light sighs left your lips, no louder than the sounds of bullfrogs and crickets around you, but Nayeon still seemed to hear.
You felt the smile tug at her lips as her fingers found a slow rhythm. Tendrils of pleasure started to curl through you, sparking from her slow ministrations on your sensitive bud. You pressed your hips up subtly into her hand, wanting more as you relaxed into her touch and gave yourself over to the pleasure.
“Does that feel good?” Her voice was already laced with surety.
“Of course,” you hummed.
Her lips fell away from yours, finding your neck instead. She started to leave messy kisses along your skin as her hand trailed lower. Your hips pressed into her hand, growing eager for more and she smiled against your skin as she pressed one finger inside you slowly.
A quiet moan fell from your lips as you let your eyes flutter open. Still heavily lidded but you could take in the stars twinkling above you in the inky sky. A cool breeze blew across your skin, finding its way under your back as you arched away from the towel. Nayeon’s fingers curled and thrust into you at a steady pace that quickly had the pleasure building in your core.
“You’re good at this,” you breathed quietly.
Her lips trailed closer to your ear. “You say that like it’s a surprise.”
A laugh bubbled off your lips, morphing itself into a moan as she picked up her pace just a bit.
“It shouldn’t be,” you moaned. “But fuck, this feels good.”
“I’m setting the standard high.” She hummed, slowly pressing a second finger into your core and drawing a moan from your lips. “I have to feel bad for whoever comes next.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at her words, enjoying yourself far too much to think about who the next would even be. The pleasure was building steadily inside you as she moved her fingers faster, but easily finding just the spot that made you clench around her fingers and had your back arching subtly off the towel.
Her lips left kisses and light love bites on the sensitive parts of your neck and along your collarbone. Not enough pressure to mark but enough to draw quiet moans from your lips. You let her hand slip down her shoulder, scratching slightly at her skin as your gaze drifted between her and the twinkling sky above.
“Whoever’s next, you should give them some pointers,” you breathed, neediness evident in your voice as your body crept closer to it’s edge. Your hips were following the movement of her fingers, trying to draw more sensation from them as she teased the skin on your collarbone with her lips.
“Maybe,” she hummed. “But why don’t I set the bar even higher?”
You met her gaze, your own hazy as you processed what she was saying. The loss of her fingers inside you interrupted that thought and a whine came from your lips as she pulled her hand from your panties. You opened your mouth to protest but she shoved her wet fingers inside before you could.
“Good,” she hummed, a smirk pulled at her lips as you ran your tongue over her fingers. “Get them nice and clean. I have a different idea for how to finish this.”
You quirked an eyebrow at her as you sucked at her fingers. “It’s dark out here,” she said. “And everyone is inside. So why don’t we get just a little more risque?”
“What are you thinking?” you asked as she pulled her fingers from your mouth. She didn’t give you an immediate answer, instead her lips came to your neck, kissing as low as your shirt would allow before she shifted down the towel and curled her fingers into the waist of your shorts.
“Oh!” you exclaimed before slapping a hand over your mouth and searching behind you, looking through the darkness to the camp buildings. Even Nayeon’s fingers froze in place, both of you watching. But when no movement happened and no one came towards the beach you both relaxed.
Her fingers tugged at your shorts and after another quick glance at the camp you refocused your attention on her, lifting your hips and allowing her to pull off your shorts and panties. She discarded them on the towel before sliding her hands up your legs to your thighs and gently pressing them open.
“Now just sit back and enjoy,” she purred, settling between your legs. “And comes to terms with the fact that no one else is going to make you feel quite as good all summer.”
“I’ll try an-” your response fell off into a moan as she ran her tongue over your clit. Your hand slid into her hair again as she moved her tongue, trying different motions over your clit and watching each of your reactions.
Her skilled movements built the tension in your core much faster than her fingers could, the feeling heavenly. Your gaze drifted down to meet hers and you caught the smirk, evident in her gaze alone. Her fingertips curled into your thighs as she started to repeat the movements that drew the strongest reaction from you.
“Oh fuck,” your voice had climbed higher and far more breathy as the coil in your core curled tighter and tighter from the ministrations of her tongue. You bit down hard on your lower lip to keep your moans from growing too loud but the more you succumbed to pleasure the less you cared.
Nayeon pressed in closer, scratching her nails down your outer thighs lightly and adding to the sensation. Your back arched off the towel again as your hips ground against her face as much as she would allow.
The moans falling off your lips were growing a bit louder with each passing moment but the pleasure wound tightly inside of you was the only thing on your mind as you curled your fingers tightly into Nayeon’s hair while she wrapped her lips around your clit, moaning against you while sucking it roughly.
“Fuck,” you breathed. “Do that again. Fuck that feels good.”
Nayeon hummed, her tongue lapping over your clit in quick movements, pressing closer between your legs as they started to press in around her head. Your eyes drifted up to the stars above, a cool breeze tickling the hot skin of your face as you moaned.
Her lips wrapped around your clit again and she sucked harshly. Your eyes rolled back, blackness taking the place of the stars as you came, back arching off the ground and holding Nayeon’s head between your thighs. The sensation crashed over you in a wave that stole your breath and left you panting as the rush of pleasure washed through your body, leaving you trembling in its wake.
Nayeon pulled away from your core as you caught your breath, only for you to grab at her and pull her in for a kiss. She accepted, grinning against your lips but sounds of laughter in the distance interrupted you.
You both looked over at the rec hall, lights shutting off as a group of coaches left the building.
“It’s getting late,” Nayeon hummed, sitting up. She handed you your panties and shorts and you took them, frowning at her.
“Wait, but I didn’t- you-”
“I guess,” she hummed, grabbing her towel and getting to her feet. You scrambled after her. “You owe me one.” She threw you a smirk you could just make out in the dark. “You can return the favour later.”
A smile cracked across your face. “I’m looking forward to it.”
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Motel El Royale || Fan Fic Friday
Clay Spenser x Reader
Reader x Sonny Quinn Sister
A/N: Shout out to @bravo-four-seal-team and her goat series for the lovely conversation taking place in this.
Taglist: @rebelwrites @rebelreblogs @heathermann200 @bravo-four-seal-team
Warnings: Pillow talk, annoying brother antics, one bed...oops.
~*~
Rain slashed against the Nova’s windshield. The wiper blades whipped back and forth, unable to keep up. After the second time the tires hydroplaned on the interstate, Clay swore. “This is ridiculous,” he grumbled.
You rolled your eyes and continued staring out the passenger window. This trip was such a bad idea. Sonny was stranded in the middle of nowhere, another bad idea, and needed a ride. Only when you went to start your car, it wouldn’t start.
You cursed the POS silently for the 100th time that night.
You’d been at the bulkhead with the guys when Sonny had called you. Your brother was on his usual post-Davis-break-up bullshit, and you were annoyed when his face popped up on your phone. Not only had you gave him shit over the phone while sitting at the bar with the rest of Bravo, but you had called him back when your POS car wouldn’t start to give him more shit. Your car had worked fine on the way to the bar.
Sonny had called Clay, who and walked out of the bar while on the phone with him and motioned toward the Nova. After he hung up with your brother you sighed and walked over. “Why don’t you jump in?” Clay called across the parking lot.
“Because that sounds like a horrible idea,” you grumbled under your breath. Two hours trapped in the car with pretty boy was the last thing you wanted to that evening.
“We can go get him together,” Clay added, seeing your hesitation.
“Alright,” you called back to him. “Fuck my life,” you grumbled under your breath and grab your hoodie and purse off the passenger seat and headed toward Clay.
The drive had been relatively quiet. You’d taken over the radio as soon as Clay hit the interstate and headed out to the hills where Sonny had taken up residence.
The rain was icing on the cake, and you were exhausted when Clay pulled into, “Motel El Royle,” you grumble as you read the blinking Vacancy sign out by the highway.
“Looks like something out of Norman Bates movie,” Clay sighed. “There’s nothing else around,” he added as he pulled into the parking lot.
“If Chris Hemsworth comes stumbling in from the rain, I call dibs,” you murmur as he parks the nova in front of the office.
Clay shoots you a grin and nods once. “So, I get Dakota Johnson?” he asks.
You roll your eyes. “You can have Jeff Bridges.”
His laugh rumbles out of his chest, filling the quiet Nova, startling you.
You glance at him and wish you didn’t. Those pearly whites were flashing in the dim lighting from the motel building. His smile was infectious, and you found your lips tugging upwards. It was hard to be indifferent around him when all you wanted was to wrap your arms around him and pull his hard body against yours.
You couldn’t though. He was your brother’s best friend. There were bro codes about that. Shit you and brother had a bro-code about that.
“You alright?” Clay asks, catching you staring.
You snap out of it quickly and smirk, “Just imagining you looking like a drowned rat when you return from getting us a room.”
His grin falls and you smirk.
“Go be a gentleman and get us a couple rooms,” you say as rain beats down on the hood and roof of the Nova.
He shakes his head in disbelief but turns to get out of the car.
Once he’s out of the car and making the mad dash to the front door, you sigh. “Come on, Y/N, get your shit together already.”
Why did he have to be so God damn gorgeous? You watched him through the window, talking to the guy at the front desk. You needed a cold shower after the last two hours in the car with him. Something about the man and his sexy ass car made you hot. Fuck, everything about that man made you hot.
You watched as he grabbed the key from the front desk guy, before he headed toward the door and stopped, looking out. He was already soaking wet from his short walk inside. His grey t-shirt was clinging to his body more than it usually did.
He rolled those muscular shoulders back and braced himself for opening the door.
You grinned broadly at him and waved.
He sent a glower your way.
You blew him a flirt kiss and watched as a smirk pulled across his lips. Oooh baby boy was looking cocky as fuck as he strolled out of the motel and into the rain.
Only he didn’t walk to the driver’s side…he leisurely strolled around the Nova to the passenger side and pulled the door open before you could even think of locking it. “What are you doing?” you ask dumbly, as he reaches for your hand and pulls you out of the car.
Its pouring buckets. Too dangerous to drive, and this man is pulling you out into it. “Fuck Clay!” You shout as the piercing rain hammers down on you. “It hurts!”
He laughs and spins you out and away from the car, holding your hand. When he pulls you back and you spin into him, you gasp. Is he dancing in the rain with you?
You look up at him confused as he grins down at you.
There’s no music, but he wraps an arm around your waist, sliding his hand to the small of your back, and pulls you against him. “What are you doing?” you question, even though your hand slides up his bicep to rest on his shoulder.
“Just go with it,” he grins down at you. He squeezes the hand he’s still holding and begins to lead.
“Fuck,” you think to yourself as you let him guide you around in a small circle in the parking lot.
You can’t take your eyes off him. Those blue eyes are dark with desire and he’s watching you just as closely. There’s something magical about the moment and you suddenly don’t care that your soaking wet, clothes clinging to you, and freezing your ass off.
Clay’s gaze on you is all at that matters. His hand in yours. Your body pressed against his.
A ringing cell phone breaks the moment, and you jump back, startled.
Clay looks annoyed but pulls out the cell from his pocket and flashes you the screen so you can see that its Sonny. You nod once, and Clay walks around the car to the driver’s side as he answers the phone. You slide into the front seat and close the door behind you, shivering as you drip onto the leather seats.
“Yeah man,” Clay says, speaking over the roar of the rain on the roof of the car. “Nah, we had to pull over. The roads are flooding. We found a motel for the night. You gonna be good till morning?”
“Yeah brother,” Sonny’s voice was loud and clear in the Nova. “Don’t be gettin’ any ideas about my sister.”
“Sorry man, you’re breaking up! Storms loud! I’ll you in the morning,” Clay answered and hung up on Sonny.
You look over at Clay with a confused grin on your face.
He shrugs a shoulder and smiles. “Let’s go find our room.”
You’re suddenly nervous as Clay starts the car and heads around the building to the back. Once parked, you realize you don’t have anything. No clothes to change into. You’re soaking wet and freezing cold.
Clay parks the car and you both run out into the rain again, to get under the overhang. Clay unlocks the door quickly and you stumble through, only to stop dead when you see the one bed in the room. “Fuck,” you groan.
“What’s wrong?” Clay asks.
“There’s only one bed,” you mutter, pointing to the thing like it offended you.
“It was the last room they had,” Clay’s voice was soft behind you.
You sigh and walk further into the room and set down your purse. “Any chance you have clothes in your car?” you ask him over your shoulder.
“Uh… actually,” he says and nods once.
You glance at him.
“I might. Let me check.” He heads back out into the rain, and you move to the window to watch.
He uses his keys to open the trunk and you grin when he pulls out his ‘Go bag’.
A moment later he’s back in the room, dripping water all over the floor, bag slung over his shoulder. “You’re in luck. I just did laundry,” he grins as tosses the bag on the dinette table under the window.
Something about the table has you glancing around the motel room, taking it in again. 70’s wallpaper. Weird divider by the door. “Does this look like something the Winchester’s would stay in?” you ask, glancing around.
Clay chuckles but looks around too. “Alright, that’s a little creepy,” he admits.
You nod, but motion to the bag. “Think you got a pair of shorts and shirt in there I can wear? I’m gonna hit the shower.”
Clay nods and starts digging. A moment later he’s passing you a pair of drawstring shorts and a Navy t-shirt. You murmur a thanks and head into the bathroom.
You take your time in the bathroom, savoring the heat of the spray from the shower head. That little dance in the rain chilled you to the bone and you have no desire to head back out into the main room. That one bed, though a king size, was not going to do well for your poor attempts at staying away from your brother’s best friend.
Neither were his hairbrained ideas for dancing in the rain…and why would Sonny choose that moment to warn his buddy away? Was there something going on?
A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. “You drowning in there?” Clay’s voice sounded amused on the other side.
“I’ll be right out,” you call back and sigh. “Fuck my life,” you grumble to yourself.
After you dry off and change into his much larger, but dry clothes, you wrap the towel around your hair on top of your head to dry, and head out into the main room.
Clay’s standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, dripping everywhere.
“Shit, you must be freezing,” you admonish and move out of the way. “Go!” you point toward the bathroom.
He nods and grabs a bundle of clothes off the bed.
While he’s showering you make quick work of hanging your wet clothes from the curtain rods and crank the heat up, praying your clothes would be dry by morning. Then you dig in your purse for a brush and hair tie, before you brush out your hair and pull it back into ponytail.
You glance around and realize its late. It’s past midnight, so you pick your side of the bed and crawl in, setting your phone on the nightstand. You shut the light off, and leave the one on, on the other side of the bed.
Your heart races when you hear the water shut off in the bathroom. You think about closing your eyes, but you’re too wired, and what’s the point. He’d know you wouldn’t be sleeping yet… and thank God you didn’t.
Clay walks out of the bathroom in nothing but a pair of boxers, carrying his wet clothes. He glances at you to see you watching him and then heads to the curtains to hang his own wet clothes next to yours, above the heater.
“You cool with sharing?” he asks you, hovering next to the side of the bed.
You glance over your shoulder at him and nod.
Then he’s sliding into bed and the large king size, suddenly feels small. His large body takes up so much space, you know if you roll over from your little square that you claimed, you’d be touching him.
A moment later, the room descends into darkness as he shuts off the light. You let out a yawn and try to get comfortable but find that you’re still too wired to sleep. You turn onto your back and stare up at the dark ceiling.
“You alright over there?” Clay’s voice is soft in the dark.
“Mmm,” you respond, not sure what to say.
“What kind of trouble you think Sonny got up to this time?” Clay asks.
You let out small laugh and shrug in the dark. “Knowing him, something ridiculous.”
Clay’s rumbling laugh shakes the bed, and you grin. God sometimes your brother could find the most ridiculous situations to end up in. “Like the Goats?” Clay asked.
You bust out laughing hysterically. “From the Goat dealer?”
Clay answering laugh shakes the bed again.
“Then the cats?” You bring up, remembering when your brother tried to get rid of the goats.
“Blackburn was so pissed!” Clay laughed.
“But then you dumbasses had to take on a bull,” you smirk at him in the dark, rolling onto your side to face him. There was just enough light peaking through the curtains for you to make out the outline of his face.
Clay laughed again. “To be fair, I thought as long as I outran Sonny, I’d be fine.”
You laugh and hit his shoulder. “Oh, great best friend you are.”
“At least I didn’t leave Butt-head in Blackburn’s car,” Clay chuckled and rolled on his side to face you.
You shake your head at him. “I swear you guys are a bunch of overgrown man children,” you chuckle.
Clay grins at you and props up on an elbow and rests his head against his fist, watching you.
As the conversation lulls, you think about Clay’s conversation with Sonny earlier. “Hey Clay?” you murmur.
“Yeah Y/N,” he responds softly.
Your heart flutters at hearing your name in the dark, from the blond God. “Why did Sonny tell you not to get any ideas about me?” You bite your lower lip, wondering why you even bothered asking.
Clay’s quiet a moment before he slides closer to you. His hand reaches out in the dark and finds your body. His hand slides down your side and around your back, before he’s pulling you against him. “I thought by now, that’d be obvious,” he murmurs, his face inches from your own.
Your breathing is ragged as your heartbeat ticks up. Is this really happening?
You reach your hand up between your bodies to run your fingers through his scruffy beard. “And what’s obvious?” you ask.
He pulls your body even closer and then his hand slides up your back to the back of your head. He tilts your head to the side with his large hand and pulls you to him as he captures your lips in a searing kiss.
You slide your fingers into his hair and pull him toward you.
You lay there, making out for a while before he pulls back and hovers over you. “Obvious enough?” he asks.
“Mm, no,” you smirk up at him. “I think you’re gonna have to spell it out for me.”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Go out with me,” he says.
You raise an eyebrow. “Oohh, getting a little demanding over there.”
He chuckles and leans down, claiming your lips in another breathtaking kiss.
“Mmm,” you moan into the kiss.
“Yes?” he mumbles when he comes up for air.
You roll your eyes and pull him on top of you. “Yes, you blonde idiot,” you answer, and kiss him again.
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Whatever A Spider Can
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Synopsis: Toms confidence is shaken when Harrison kills a spider for you
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“AHHH!”
Your scream rang through the house as you hopped up on the kitchen table.
“What’s wrong?” Tom ran into the room with his fists up in a karate stance.
“Spider!” You pointed frantically to the spider that was crawling across the kitchen tiles. There were various spatulas and whisks on the floor that you had thrown at the spider in an attempt to kill it. When that didn’t work, up on the table you went.
“tHeRe’s A sPiDer?” Tom squeaked and backed up against the wall.
“Yes! Kill it!” You held your fists up to your face and shook nervously.
“What do you want me to do? Sacrifice myself?” He asked in exasperation.
“Well I’m not killing it!” You shouted back.
“Neither am I!” He exclaimed, flinching when it moved again.
“You’re Spider-Man. It’s your job.” You whined at him.
“That’s exactly why I can’t kill it. That’s treason!” He stamped his foot to stand his ground.
“It’s just a spider!” You protested. “He won’t be mad.”
“HE’S MY BLOOD.” Tom bellowed with a stamp of his foot.
“Ah! It moved its FUCKING MOVING KILL IT NOW!” Your screaming escalated as the spider moved towards you.
“I’m not going near it.” Tom scooted behind the table and flung his body over the couch. He peered at you over the top of the couch to see if you were okay.
“It’s gonna get me. Oh my God, it’s licking its lips.” You gulped and backed up even further on the table before shooting and angry look at Tom. “You’re just gonna leave me? To die?”
“I’m sorry, baby.” He said apologetically. “I’ll always remember you.”
You were about to scold him some more when Harrison walked into the kitchen.
“Harrison, thank God.” You breathed in relief. “I need you.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” He smirked and leaned on the table to give you his attention.
“Can you kill that spider?” You pointed to it and bounced up and down on your toes.
“This one?” He asked and easily stepped on the spider. “All done.”
You broke into a smile as relief washed over you.
“You just saved my life.” You said graciously as you held your clasped hands over your heart. You walked to the end of the table where he was and made grabby hands at him.
“I got you, girly.” Harrison laughed and scooped you up bridal style and carried you off the table. Tom watched as he carefully set you down on the ground, clenching the blanket tightly when you threw your arms around him. Everything about the scene was bothering him. From the way Harrison’s arms held your body close to his to the way you wrapped your arms around his neck, something didn’t sit right with him.
“Thanks for saving me.” You smiled in appreciation and squeezed his arm. Tom perked up from the couch and stared at you two interacting.
And he didn’t like it.
~
“Are you ready for bed?” You leaned against the doorframe of the home gym and yawned.
“Almost.” Tom grunted as he pumped his weights. “Just 100 more reps.”
“100?” You scrunched your face in confusion. “What are you training for? Sozin’s comet?”
“I can’t laugh at your pop culture references right now, baby.” He shook his head as he pumped harder. “Daddy’s gotta train.”
“Daddy better never refer to himself as daddy again.” You said sternly. You watched his face closely for any sign of something bothering him. It wasn’t like him to train so late at night, and definitely not this heavily.
“Feel the burn. Then feel it some more.” He grunted as he pumped the weights. “Baby, do you think you can crack some eggs into a glass so I can drink it?”
“Calm down, Rocky.” You laughed nervously as you watched the sweat roll down his forehead. “What’s going on with you?”
“I’m just working out so I can be big and strong. You need a big strong man to protect you.” He said matter of factly and you squinted your eyes.
“No, I can’t say I do.” You gave him a tight smile. He stopped pumping for a moment to look at you.
“Sorry, not like that. I know you can protect yourself.” He said sincerely. “I mean from things like burglars and pirates and spiders.”
“Well I do deal with those on a daily basis.” You said sarcastically. “And you’re already big and strong.”
“But I need to be bigger and stronger.” He punctuated his words by aggressively pumping the weight.
“Why?” You questioned.
“To protect you.” He said like it was obvious. You were growing frustrated and just wanted to go to sleep.
“From what?” You whined. “Really, Tom, what’s going on?”
He got off the bench and got on the mat to do push-ups.
“I can protect you from anything.” He said as he added in claps.
“I know you can, baby.” You assured him. “Who says you can’t?”
“The spider in the kitchen today.” He put one arm behind his back to push himself even more.
“He said that?” You played along.
“Yes. And then he called me a little bitch boy.” Tom said sheepishly.
“Ah, I see.” It finally clicked. “Is this because Harrison killed the spider?”
Tom rolled on his back and started to do crunches.
“I just want you to know that you can count on me to protect you from things that scare you. I didn’t do that today. Harrison did.” He said one word every time he crunched up.
“Just because Harrison killed the spider doenst mean you’re any less of a man.” You told him with a kinder tone now that you knew his feelings were hurt.
“But you needed me and I didn’t help you.” He said as his crunches got more aggressive.
“It was just a spider, Tom. It wasn’t actually going to kill me.” You pointed out.
“It could have.” He insisted. “I think it had a knife.”
“Well I’m safe now.” You held your arms out so he could see that you were perfectly fine. “Isn’t that enough?”
“It’s my job to keep you safe.” He stated. “Not Harrison’s.”
“How about this?” You knelt down beside him and put a hand on his back to stop his movements. “Next time there’s a knife wielding spider in the house, you can have dibs on killing it.”
“You mean it?” He smiled softly.
“I do.” You cupped his chin and kissed him. “Can we please go to bed now?”
“Okay. And let that be a warning to any spiders listening.” He said loudly as he looked at the corners of the room.
“Ooo. I think you really scared them.” You teased him before leading him to bed.
~
Three days later, Toms chance at redemption presented itself.
“Ah! Spider!” You shrieked when you saw a spinous black spider crawled across the living room wall.
“I GOT IT!” Tom ran into the room as quickly as he could.
“Tom! You can’t kill it with a pair of scissors!” You tried to hold him back when you saw the weapon in his hand.
“Not with that attitude.” He said as he tried to throw the scissors at the wall. You held him back and loudly bickered as you tried to stop him.
“What is all the noise -ARE THOSE MY CRAFTING SCISSORS?” Tuwaine yelled as he entered the room to see what all the noise was about. He immediately went to Tom and tried to wrestle the scissors out of his hands.
“I have to kill the spider! I have to avenge my lady!” Tom protested as he held on tightly to the scissors.
“White boy, you better chill.” Tuwaine warned, grasping onto the scissors and pulling ad hard as he could. You backed away, knowing there was no way this could end well.
“As soon as this quarantine ends, I am leaving you all and never coming back.” You mumbled as Harry walked into the room. He stood next to you and folded his arms as he watched the scene in front of him.
“What’s all this?” He asked you.
“Toms trying to kill a spider with Tuwaine’s scissors.” You said simply.
“His crafting scissors?” Hardy gasped at Tom’s audacity. “He’s completely lost it.”
“I tried to tell him.” You shrugged as the boys continued to fight. Harrison heard the commotion from upstairs and went to see what was wrong.
“What’s with all the yel-“
“GET OUT.” Tom bellowed as he pointed the scissors at Harrison like a sword. Harrison held up his hands to surrender and backed out of the room.
“What do we do? Do we just let them kill each other?” Harry whispered to you.
“I think I know how it solve this.” You nodded at Harry and walked over to the bickering boys. You squeezed in between them and slammed your hand on the spider, watching it anticlimactically fall to the floor. Tom and Tuwaine fell silent as they watched the spider corpse fall.
“You just killed the spider.” Tom said as he stared blankly at the spider on the ground.
“I know.”
“With your bare hand.” Tuwaine laughed.
“I know.”
“Why?” Tom looked around you in betrayal. “And how?”
“Because I don’t need anyone to protect me.” You stated. “Also because Tuwaine was two seconds away from stabbing Tom with his crafting scissors.”
“And you would’ve been lucky if I had.” Tuwaine dramatically snatched the scissors for Tom, snipped them twice, and left the room.
“You said I had dibs.” Tom whined and flopped down on the couch.
“That was before this became a crazy pride thing. Killing a spider does not determine your manliness.” You reminded him as you took a seat next to him. He stared at the floor as you gently rubbed comforting circles on his back.
“You two are such a weird couple.” Harry mumbled.
“But I needed the spider to redeem myself.” He told you.
“No you don’t!” You protested as you took his face between your hands. “If you’re not a man before you kill the spider then you won’t be a man after.”
“But I want to be the kind of man that can kill spiders for you.” He pouted.
“The only type of man you need to be is my man.” You smiled sweetly at him and stroked his face.
“No one else finds this conversation ridiculous?” Harry looked back at Tuwaine, who was cleaning his scissors in the kitchen.
“I’m sorry, baby. It just shook my confidence.” Tom sighed and looked down. “Every time the anniversary of the lip sync battle comes around, I get a whole slew of hate comments questioning my masculinity. I usually ignore it, but after Harrison killed the spider when I couldn’t, I felt like they were right.” He admitted and you install felt bad for teasing him.
“Being able to put on fishnets and dance your ass off to make the most iconic lip sync battle of all time is the most masculine thing you can do.” You assured him. “Think of all the little boys who love to dance who can do it proudly now because they saw Spider-Man doing it.”
Tom perked up and smiled at you.
“I didn’t think of that.” He realized.
“That’s because I have to do the thinking for the both of us, baby.” You patted his cheek and hoped he didn’t realize that was an insult.
“What a plot twist.” Harrison commented as he cake beside Harry. “I didn’t expect there to be a deeper meaning.”
“I just thought he was a pussy.” Harry shrugged and mumbled under his breath.
“Right? Who can’t kill a spider?” Harrison scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“Not me. I’d kill it in a second.” Harry stated with a confident nod.
“Thanks for getting my confidence back.” Tom thanked you. “I love you.”
“I love you more.” You pulled him into a hug and rested your head on his shoulder.
“What did we just watch?” Harrison shook his head.
“Couldn’t tell you.” Harry sighed. Tuwaine joined the boys in watching you and Tom until he noticed something moving on the wall.
“Hold on mates, there’s a spider right above you.”
“WHAT THE FU-“ Harry and Harrison completely spazzed out and ran in opposite directions as Tuwaine stood there laughing.
“And that’s for messing with my scissors.”
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im not super well versed on my karlnapity lore so someone whos an expert needs to tell me if this is getting anything terribly wrong
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they used to joke about it a lot.
dream would start with “when you find someone dumb enough to want to marry you...” and sapnap would fire back with “when you and george finally confess your gay undying love...” but it would always end with “i call dibs on being your best man.”
it was a given. always, it was a given that if anyone was going to stick around long enough to deserve the title of best man, it would be the two of them for each other. always, it was a given that they would stick around for each other.
-
now, sapnap’s found two people dumb enough to want to marry him, and they’re perfect because he’s sort of dumb too, but they’re the kinds of dumb that go together.
karl is kind and bright and every lovely color that sapnap loves to tease george about not being able to see. all he does is laugh and all sapnap does is melt.
quackity is sharp and funny and a little wild, but prime, what sapnap would give to be just a passing thought in his one-in-a-million mind.
every moment with them is that same short-breath, heart-pounding, light-in-his-chest feeling that he used to get from hunts, just without all the risk. now, it’s only his heart on the line, but the reward is so much greater than some diamonds and bragging rights over dream.
they say yes, one after the other, and sapnap wonders if this is one of those dreams george sometimes talks about, and if he’s about to wake up to a much-younger dream poking his face and telling him to run before bad catches them out after curfew. he decides that he isn’t though, because young sapnap’s dreams looked a lot more like slaying dragons and finding trees that grow potions than settling down with two people who make his heart beat out of his chestplate. young sapnap never even dreamed of two people who weren’t dream and george staying around long enough to love him.
he barrels down george’s new door, screeching like an enderman, and his friend just looks up with a single raised eyebrow and deadpans a, “good day?” he knows george cares though when he lets sapnap ramble about karl’s hair and quackity’s eyes for the next three hours and only falls asleep on him twice.
he wants to tell dream too. well, he wants to tell everyone. he wants to shout it so loud that Lady Death, Prime, and the Blood God themselves all hear every beat of his heart. but mostly, he wants to tell his best friend.
the thing is that dream has been acting weird lately. and it’s not that sapnap’s afraid of his friend, more afraid for him, because dream has been spending so much time holed up indoors, he makes george look like a social vex. it’s not a huge deal, he doesn’t actually need to ask dream to attend or to be in his wedding party, he’ll be there once he hears, but sapnap just...
well, he misses his brother.
he recalls a day when the sun was out and the breeze came in whispers over his cheeks, and he made it his mission to convince dream to come outside and play a game of hunter and runner like they used to do. when sapnap got to the base, he walked in on dream surrounded by wooden signs, some with a few letters scrawled on and others blank. he had a quill in hand, and when sapnap stepped closer, he saw him hunched over a sign with that same handwriting—vaguely familiar, but not dream’s despite the ink on his fingers—on it. dream, it made me real... was all he caught before his friend leapt up, spinning him around and blocking all view of his activities.
as he was being led out, sapnap managed a glimpse of a paper spread out on the floor where dream was sitting. he swears it was a blueprint of eret’s castle.
-
now, sapnap’s kept one person forgetful enough to want to marry him. someone who seems oblivious to the pattern that is everything that sapnap loves blowing up in his face. sapnap was born in a place of fire. one that is unforgiving and inhospitable and where no nice things can exist. he wonders if that makes him the same.
the wedding is still on because he can feel everything falling through his fingers like ashes—george spends more and more time asleep, dream spends more and more time rotting, karl spends more and more time faking laughs, and quackity spends more and more time as someone sapnap no longer knows—so this is something he can hold on to. something he can grab with both hands and beg not to let go, beg Prime herself—because he built her that church—to let him have.
he remembers being 18 and ready to set the world ablaze at his best friend’s orders. he remembers being 19, standing at the water’s edge with a bucket in hand and a choice to make. he remembers how neither felt like peace, but one sure helped him sleep better at night. he’s 20 now and for the first time in forever he’s not at war, but he’s still not sleeping any better and he wonders if he knows what to be if not someone’s wooden soldier.
“you’ll never not be one of the hunters, sapnap.” the kid doesn’t even know how that thought keeps him up at night.
quackity had once said that sapnap wasn’t a soldier, but a protector. it was one of those startling moments at the beginning of their relationship where sapnap was just realizing that being loved by more people meant being known as well. he had that look in his eyes—the one that sapnap equally fell in love with and feared—as he said it. he had made him sound so much more noble than the punk-ass kid who was too damn good at destruction that sapnap always saw in the mirror.
“besides”—there was that smirk painted across quackity’s lips—“‘sapnap my soldier’ doesn’t sound nearly as good as ‘sapnap my handsome, fearless, daring protector,’ now does it?”
and sapnap had laughed and snatched up quackity’s hand and spun him around the kitchen, and to himself, he thought that he could get used to that sound indeed.
but now, quackity’s gone despite sapnap being so sure that he would stay, so maybe they didn’t know each other as well as they thought.
sometimes he has nightmares about things burning. about a country made of dirt going up in flames, familiar voices crying out for him to save them. sometimes dream is with them. sometimes he’s the one with the flint and steel.
so for many reasons, but mainly attempting to murder and imprison two kids they used to love, dream cannot make it to the wedding. it’s just another broken promise for the pile.
the best man spot goes to george then. george who has stayed and with who sapnap will stay, and who isn’t even gone, but sapnap sometimes misses anyways. he doesn’t have to ask george to be his best man. george already knows—knows about their scabby knee’d pinkie promises—because george just knows him like nobody else well not nobody else there was this one guy does. even karl, who he used to share everything with—who he wanted and wants to share everything with—will sometimes look at sapnap without a hint of recognition on his face.
his dad sent him an invitation to a banquet that he never attended. he heard afterwards that that was for the best. he thinks he’ll just let that final bridge smolder silently by not sending an invitation at all.
“only kinoko kingdom members are invited to the wedding,” sapnap decides, just to make it easier on himself. because where there aren’t prisons and vines and countries between himself and other people, there’s mountains of shame. how do you look at the scarred face of a boy who used to call you sap with so much trust, fully knowing what side you were on when he lost two out of three of his lives? how do you ask for anything of him when you could be one third of the reasons he will never make it to adulthood?
sapnap’s easy answer is that you don’t. you don’t face him and you don’t send the invitations and you avoid all snow biomes because you know that he lives in one but you can’t remember which.
sapnap spends his days and nights thinking about people who no longer think of him, and misses the days that were the worst of his life. it’s a scary thing, looking back and realizing that there is nothing there. that everything you loved is bittersweet and all your peace feels like war and you were the happiest at the right-hand of a madman.
so the wedding is on and they won’t have enough attendants for karl to have a best man, but maybe they can fill a few chairs with allies and ambassadors who are willing to come. sapnap will walk himself down the aisle, and he will ignore the cold space beside him and karl, and he will force himself to look down instead of up at his best man. this is what he has, as broken and fucked up and ephemeral as it is, and sapnap will do everything he can to protect it.
#my writing#the three of you reading this can have it before the ao3 and before it gets all polished up and capitalized
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𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮 - 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂
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⟿ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: No sensible person would turn down their boss if they looked good as good as Seonghwa. But maybe they would wish they had…
⟿ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ: CEO!Seonghwa x reader, bestfriend!Yunho x reader || Social Media!AU || no gender specified for the reader
A/N: IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG
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The day was long and silent, and although no one had gotten any sleep, no one could close their eyes for more than a minute. The haunting picture of Yunho's dead body and splattered blood clouding their minds. The only one who hadn't seen the body yet was Jongho, but he was too busy trying to make sure Mingi wouldn't freak out again.
The five of you eventually fell asleep, when your bodies finally calmed down and gave in to the temptation.
You were, however, suddenly awoken by a loud noise of something falling. All of you sat up straight in the living room and looked around. There were only four of you. Mingi.
All of you stood up immediately and began searching the house in a panicked state, calling out for Mingi as you did so.
"Are you fucking kidding me!?" Seonghwa yelled, after a couple of minutes of looking.
You all ran towards where he was. You found Seonghwa holding a crying Mingi by the arm, in the attic of the house.
"What happened?" You asked.
Seonghwa roughly pushed Mingi towards you all.
"I got here and this dumbass had opened the skylight and was trying to get onto the roof!"
San held Mingi's hand and moved the man to stand behind him, angrily looking at Seonghwa.
"Hey man, take it easy." San advised.
Seonghwa placed his hands on his hips and widened his eyes.
"Take it easy? Take. It. Easy!? There's already a dead body in my fucking house, from a situation that I had nothing to do with, mind you, and I was about to have a second body to bury because of this fool's bad choices. I am helping you idiots out a lot and you're pushing me to the limits, okay!? I have a lot to lose here. I have a company to run and a lot of people that are going to lose jobs if the CEO goes down as an accessory to murder."
There was only silence, as it dawned on the selfish group what they were asking of Seonghwa.
"I'm sorry." San said, not even able to lift up his head and look Seonghwa in the eye.
The latter shook his head and walked away.
"I'm leaving the house. Keep an eye on that douchebag."
The sound of the front door slamming echoed in the house, and all of you felt incredibly embarrassed. Once you got back to the living room, Jongho surprised all of you. He sat Mingi down on the couch and stared down at him.
"I'm tired, Mingi. I really am. You made those two go out into the woods to fetch a dead body, you made them scrub blood off of walls and off the floor, you made Seonghwa, who doesn't even like you by the way, he's doing this for Y/N, hide a body in his house, and you were going to kill yourself!? Are you that much of a fucking coward!? Mingi you're not 16. You're a grown man, you're almost 22, it's about time you start taking accountability for your actions, we can't baby you forever, 'cause it's getting tiring. We're all desperate here, and we have to worry about yourselves, about dead Yunho, and now about an unstable manchild. Focus on the fucking reality Mingi."
Jongho was straight-up yelling by the end of his rant, eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets and face red, out of anger. He then stormed off, just like Seonghwa, leaving a very quiet and tense room.
San sighed and sat next to his friend.
"You know, he's right Mingi. Maybe should've worded it better, but you really can't do what you were about to do... You were about to screw us all over when we are risking our lives to help you. This isn't just about you anymore."
Mingi could only nod, and cry, as his aching throat wouldn't allow him to do anything else.
You sighed and stood up.
"I'm... I'm gonna go find Seonghwa, I need to apologize."
You picked up your coat from the coat hanger near the door.
"You know where he is?" San asked.
"I have an idea..."
You were sure he was back at the office. He felt comfortable there, it was a place where he could take his head off of all his worries. Also, he kept his best whiskey in his office... It wasn't very far from his house, but you were impatient, you needed some time alone with him desperately. You showed your pass to the security by the entrance and they let you through, as you hurriedly made your way to the CEO's office.
You could hear two voices chatting from the inside, you didn't quite recognize the other person, but you were pretty sure it was Hongjoong. You knocked on the door softly, ignoring the big 'do not disturb' sign.
"I- Hongjoong what the fuck didn't I ask you to put the sign outside!?" You could hear Seonghwa ask.
You heard his heavy footsteps walk closer to the door and for a second you were afraid, maybe you shouldn't have come...
The door opened slowly before you, however, interrupting your thoughts.
"My apologies but I'm currently- oh it's you baby." Seonghwa pulled you in a big bear hug as soon as he realized who you were.
You hugged him back, a little hesitant with Hongjoong seeing you two acting romantically. Seonghwa realized you were a little stiff and pulled away, then realizing what the discomfort was about once he saw you looking at Hongjoong.
"Oh, I told him... I hope it's fine. He's kind of known from the beginning."
You closed the door behind you and followed Seonghwa into his office, as you looked at Hongjoong with an 'oh really?' look, making him chuckle.
"Well I did try to call dibs on you when you got hired but he got salty about it, and then every time I made a comment about you he'd get mad. I still did it though, I knew something was going on and I wanted him to tell me." Hongjoong explained as he smiled brightly.
"Yeah yeah good times, why don't you tell them about 'wanting to bend them over your desk and making them beg'?"
Hongjoong's head perked up and his eyes widened, as his ears turned bright red.
"Seonghwa what the fuck-" He whispered, feeling a little uncomfortable in the room.
You were a little embarrassed, but also proud.
"It's fine, plus," Seonghwa got up from his chair and stood behind you, grabbing your hips in the process "they like it. They love to hear how they want to get fucked, isn't that right, Y/N?"
You pressed your thighs together and kept your gaze focused on the ground. Seonghwa gripped your jaw and forced you to look at Hongjoong.
"I- I do like to hear that..."
Hongjoong chuckled and got closer to you, inspecting your body from head to toe.
"You're one lucky son of a bitch, Seonghwa..."
Seonghwa rolled his hips against your ass, so you could feel his boner.
"Hmm, I am aren't I..."
You chuckled and decided to take the opportunity. You knew Seonghwa liked to relieve his stress with sex, and you owed him at least this much for helping you out.
"What's so funny, doll?" Seonghwa asked, curious about your chuckle.
"I was just thinking about all the times you called me a filthy whore, when you're the one practically begging to have a threesome with me and your best friend... Who's the whore now?" You teased, knowing you were pushing all the right buttons.
"Ooh, are you gonna let them talk to you like that."
Seonghwa chuckled as he gripped your throat.
"No, I'm not."
He turned you around and pushed your body against a wall, keeping you trapped by his own body.
"You know which buttons to push doll, maybe I'll reward you for that later. But now, you're going to take this cock in that pretty little hole of yours, and then you'll suck off Hongjoong. Wouldn't want him to feel left out, would we?" Seonghwa asked, with a devilish smirk.
"No sir, we would not." You replied, wearing the same smirk.
Seonghwa felt as if he was falling in love with you right there and then, he felt like he finally found the perfect match, but he could leave the sappy shit for later.
The man placed a short, but intense kiss to your lips before gripping your hair and guiding you to kneel in front of Hongjoong.
"Come on baby, show him what you can do, make me proud."
You smirked and looked up at Hongjoong, as you worked in taking off his suit pants. You slipped them off, along with his boxers, and his hard dick nearly slapped you in the face. It wasn't huge but damn was it pretty. You teased him a little, licking a long stripe, from the base to the tip, teasing the head with your tongue, causing him to groan.
"They always like this?"
"Yeah, they like to see me suffer, but it doesn't last long 'cause..." Seonghwa paused and knelt right beside you, pushing your head so Hongjoong's cock would be fully in your mouth "I'm impatient. But they like it rough."
Seonghwa sat on his desk, as he watched his best friend fuck your mouth, slowly. He pumped his cock to the same pace your head moved, and you'd soon start hearing small groans from both men.
"Shit, Y/N, on all fours."
You complied, pulling out of Hongjoong. He groaned at the cold air hitting his member, as he missed your mouth already. Seonghwa knelt behind you, and entered you very slowly. Hongjoong was about to put his dick back in your mouth, but your partner stopped him.
"Y/N, colour?"
"Green, very green."
Seonghwa smiled and slapped your ass lightly, then giving Hongjoong the green light to continue.
You had to hold off your orgasm a couple of times, as the feeling of both men filling you up and the sound of their needy moans was too much to handle.
"Do you wanna cum?" Seonghwa asked, figuring it out from how much you were clenching.
"I'm almost there baby, you can cum, cum for us."
A couple more thrusts and a spank from Seonghwa were all it took to take you over the edge. It didn't take both men much to 'cross the line' either, Hongjoong painting your face with his cum, and Seonghwa your ass. Their moans combined was something you secretly wanted to hear again.
Seonghwa picked you up, bridal style, and looked at you.
"Come on man, I wanted to kiss her." Seonghwa complained, as your lips were stained by Hongjoong's cum.
Hongjoong felt embarrassed, after coming down from the high he wasn't as confident as Seonghwa.
"Are you okay darling?" Your partner asked, brushing your hair away from your face.
You just nodded.
Seonghwa and Hongjoong helped clean you up and both got dressed.
"I guess you should go deal with the... situation."
You looked at Hongjoong with a confused face, as you zipped up your trousers.
"Situation?" You asked.
"Remember when I said I told him everything? I meant everything."
You widened your eyes once you realized what he meant.
"Seonghwa are you insane!?"
"Calm down Y/N, he's not snitching on anyone! Plus I needed to tell someone who was on my side. I was going insane with your friends constantly baying Mingi."
You sighed. You really couldn't be mad at him for it. You hugged him and kissed his cheek.
"You're right... I'm sorry I got you involved at all and thank you."
Seonghwa kissed the top of your head.
"It's fine, let's just get this over with so I can be with you."
Your bid goodbye to a (still) very embarrassed Hongjoong and left, so you could go back home and deal with the drama. You wished you could just take the car and run away, and live by yourselves until it all washed away, but it wasn't that simple. And it was about to get even more complicated.
When you got to the house and opened the door, a weeping Jongho stood over San's limp body.
"What!? What the fuck happened!?" Seonghwa asked as you and him rushed to check on San.
"I- I don't know! I left after you did" He said, hinting at Seonghwa "and when I came back Mingi wasn't here and San was on the ground. He's still breathing but I don't know what happened."
"What!? Why did you leave?" Seonghwa asked.
"Everyone was upset at Mingi for constantly behaving like a child and Jongho yelled at him and told him to stop expecting us to baby him and that he had to take responsibility for his actions, it got too much and Jongho had to leave for some air..." You explained.
"Responsibility for his actions?..." Seonghwa repeated to himself, trying to figure out what happened, and suddenly a sad idea popped into his head.
He ran into the garage, leaving you and Jongho confused, and holding San.
The man came back just as quickly, looking preoccupied and horrified.
"The body is gone."
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