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smalltownbeautyqueen · 7 months

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Dancing with the Doctor (Spencer Reid x fem! Reader)

After hearing the BAU's prom stories, Garcia decides to throw her own BAU prom! Much dialogue and fluff.

Warnings: mentions of drinking and feeling tipsy, reader is referred to as girl, reader is described as having hair long enough to brush off her face

Word Count: 1.5k

Unfortunately, this inspired Garcia to ask about everyone else's high school and prom experiences. Derek had been popular in high school, so he had his pick of girls to ask out to prom. Penelope had a steady boyfriend at the time, and Emily had gone with a group of her friends. "So my pretties… that leaves you two to tell your prom stories," Garcia said, gesturing to you and Reid.

After several long weeks of solving heinous crimes and seeing the dark underbelly of society, a few drinks with your work family seemed like a great way to relax. It started innocently enough, with the ordinarily private Hotch sharing how he met his wife while at his high school prom. It was the sort of meet-cute that seemed right out of an 80s teen movie.

"Did you know that proms actually began as formal tea parties for male college students and their families and that it wasn't until the 1950s that proms began to morph into what we think of them today. But to answer your question, Garcia, no. I did not attend my prom. I was too young." Garcia turned towards you, "Now, your turn, my precious." "Oh…uhm…I was busy? So I didn't go," you said, slurping your cocktail to avoid further questioning. You really did not want your coworkers to know that you had been dumped the day before prom. So, instead of going, you stayed at home, cried, and knit while watching Doctor Who re-runs.

As you walked in the next day, Garcia ran up to you excitedly. "Guess what?" Penelope sing-songed, "What?" you smiled back at the bubbly blonde. "I had the most fabulous idea last night! We should have our own BAU prom!"

Luckily for you, Garcia turned her attention to a cute guy who had walked up to the bar. "I'm going to go make a new friend," Garcia said, sliding out of the booth to go see the new object of her affection. "I need to go too," Hotch said, standing up to leave. "Yeah, me too," Morgan agreed. "Then there were three," Emily said. "Well, actually, I'm giving Spencer a ride home. So we should probably go before it gets too late." You responded to Emily while tugging on Spencer's sleeve. "Ugh, fine. Good night." Emily grumped.

"Really?" You asked skeptically. You didn't mean to rain on Penelope's parade, of course. But how would that even work? A bunch of grown people who work for the FBI throwing a prom? "Yes!" Penelope responded, "Don't worry, I will figure out all the logistics. You just have to show up."

"Show up where?" Spencer asked, walking up from behind Penelope. "Garcia's throwing a BAU prom," Morgan answered. "Wow. Really?" Reid responded. "You're into this, Spencer?" Morgan asked from his desk. "Yeah. I remember seeing everybody being so excited for prom, and I always wondered what it was like." Reid admitted, looking down at his fidgeting hands. "See…" Garcia said, "I'll send out the deets later. This is totally happening!"

Two weeks later, you had all but forgotten about the proposed BAU prom until you received a "promposal" email from Garcia. "Uh… Hey, did anyone else get a weird email from Garcia?" Spencer asked. "Yeah, I did," Emily answered. "I got a promposal too. I can't believe she pulled this off." You chime in.

"Possible serial killer in Wyoming." Hotch shouted down from his office, "Wheels up in 30."

You wiped your surprisingly sweaty palms on your clothes before you knocked on Penelope's door. "Hello, Gorgeous!" Penelope greeted you as she swung the door wide. Behind her, you saw Morgan putting gauzy purple and blue fabric over the lamps and furniture. "Wow, Penelope! You went all out!" "Well, you know me."

"That was Reid; he said that he isn't feeling very good, so he won't be able to make it." Upon hearing this, you felt a flood of relief. This wasn't because you didn't like Reid. It was because you did like Reid. You liked him a little too much.

Penelope ushered you through the door with a smile. Just as soon as you stepped inside Penelope's house, Emily knocked on the door. This time, Derek opened the door for the pretty brunette dressed in a simple red dress. "Hi, everybody," Emily greeted. Penelope's phone rang in response.

A few cups of Penelope's spiked punch later, you had forgotten all about your previous nerves. So, when you turned around and bumped into your coworker's tall form, you invited him to dance instead of apologizing like a normal person. "Oh…no… I-I don't really dance," Spencer responded, shaking his head. "Aww, come on, Spency Poo," you pouted up at him. " Spency Poo? How much have you had to drink?" He asked incredulously.

He was part of why you felt nervous about the prom; you had a massive crush on Dr. Spencer Reid since you started at the BAU a few months ago. You usually weren't a particularly giggly person. But, when he was around, you turned into a giggly, mushy mess. Your crush was so obvious! Penelope had caught on to it almost immediately and teased you about it ever since. You were sure that if Penelope, who wasn't even an FBI profiler, had caught on, it must be painfully obvious to everyone else on the team.

Before you could respond, Morgan clapped his hands around Spencer's shoulders. "I thought you weren't going to be able to make it?" Morgan asked. "I guess I started feeling better." The bespeckled man responded. "Yeah…" Morgan said, unconvinced.

"Come on," You said to Spenecr as you tugged on the sleeve of his wool blazer. "Yeah, man, go dance with your girl." Morgan encouraged. Upon hearing Derek refer to you as Reid's girl and seeing the panicked look across Reid's pretty face, you were momentarily stunned out of your tipsy state.

"I'm your girl?" You asked with a coquettish grin. "You know what? I changed my mind. I will dance with you." Spencer responded quickly, tugging you onto the makeshift dancefloor in the center of Garcia's living room. Suddenly, you didn't want to dance; you wanted to know what Morgan meant when he told Spencer to dance with his girl.

"It's hot in here. Will you come outside with me?" You smiled up at Reid. "Of course. Did you know that alcohol disturbs your central nervous system, which can cause your body to less effectively heat and cool your body?" You found it endearing that he could share his fun facts even in uncomfortable situations. "Really? Do you think getting out of here would make me feel better?" You ask sweetly. "Probably." With this, you lead him out onto Penelope's patio.

You decided then and there to do something you wouldn't have thought of doing just a few hours ago. You were going to tell Reid how you really felt

"There, that's better." You sighed once the sliding door had shut, muffling the noises of conversation and music. "It's not much cooler out here than inside," Spencer remarked, bringing attention to the unseasonably warm weather. "Yeah, you're right," With this, you pushed the hair away from your face and stretched tall. When you looked back at Spencer, you saw his eyes quickly avert away from your chest.

"I saw that, Spence." You teased. "Saw what?" He asked, cheeks reddening. "Don't play stupid with me." You admonished. "I have a question for you, Mr. Smarty Pants." Spencer let out a soft snort at the nickname. "Sure, what is it?" He asked, eager to help.

"What did Morgan mean when he called me your girl?" "Oh…nothing. You know how Morgan is." He responded quickly, practically cutting your sentence off. "Yeah, I do know how Morgan is. That's why I asked." Spencer avoided eye contact, more so than usual.

You moved closer to him and whispered conspiratorially. "Can I tell you a secret?" You tried not to giggle at Spencer's wide-eyed look and cute nod. "I like you. I have a big, fat, stupid crush on you, Spencer!" "No, you don't," Spencer said, backing away from you.

"How do you know!?" You asked indignantly. "You're drunk. "You don't know what you're saying." Spencer glumly answered. "Yes. I do." You loosely picked up his hand. Instead of letting go of your hand like you thought he would, he held it tighter and looked into your eyes.

"Do you really?" He asked quietly. "Can I kiss you?" You asked before what little resolve you had was worn away by the warmth of Spencer's gaze and touch. "Yes." He whispered. With this, you smooshed your mouth into his. It was soft and sweet, like Spencer. You kissed for what felt like minutes but was really only seconds.

"I like you too, since your first day at work. Morgan has teased me about it ever since. That's why he called you my girl." Spencer blurted out once your lips had separated. You laughed, happy in this moment. "Would you like me to be your girl?" you asked sweetly. "Yes!" Spencer responded without a second thought.

A/N hi hi! I've been reading fan fiction for a while and finally wrote my own. This story was written for @imagining-in-the-margins CM office party prompt challenge. dividers credit: @saradika-graphics

#winter'swritings #mentioningmargins #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #mgg

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just-a-carrot · 2 months

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Finale Releasing April 5!!!11!!1!

SO. UH. THE GAME IS DONE. which means... i can finally give a release date! 😃💦

APRIL 5!!! GET READY!!! YEAH!!! DEF NOT GONNA BE TRAUMATIC...!!!1!!1!

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...at any rate, check out the devlog for a few more deets. something something 109 CGs in just the finale... my usual tomfoolery...

I can't believe this thing is done... 💦

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ddejavvu · 11 months

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Yay for 20k! Love ya!

How abt it's finger lickin' good. With miscommunication trope? Where Chrissy is your best friend but Eddie Munson’s been hanging around you two more and more. A lot more with Chrissy though. And even though he’s nice, you can’t help but feel a little jealous, like why should he get to steal your best friend away from you? Why is chrissy not even spilling deets abt what she and him get up to.

And then one time you’re alone with Eddie you start to let out your frustrations just a tiny bit abt this. Even tho he’s nice and hasn’t done anything wrong. Until Eddie kisses you and tells you actually he’s uh well super into you. And has been asking Chrissy for advice this entire time. Maybe you realise the jealousy of Chrissy and Eddie hanging out actually went both ways. And yeah it wasn’t the perfect way Eddie wanted to ask you out, but he wasn’t perfect either

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"You don't like me," Eddie observes, and your cheeks heat where you're facing away from him at the door to your locker. You'd been waiting for Chrissy, but so had he, of course, so you'd been forced into proximity with the guy.

It's not exactly the truth; you don't dislike him. You dislike what he's doing, how he's stealing your best friend away, but he's more than that. What more he's got, you're not sure, but you feel like it's a little unfair to dislike him just for that.

"That's not true," You mutter, shutting your locker with a soft crunch of metal on metal, "I don't even know you."

"Yeah, you run away every time I come by," He snorts, "How do you expect to get to know me?"

"I 'run away' because you'd just ask me to leave anyways," You glare at him from the corner of your eye as you turn to leave, "You and Chrissy are always alone together now. I'm not an idiot, I know when I'm not wanted."

"You- oh god, you are an idiot," His eyebrows shoot towards his hairline at your confession, and yours scrunch down the opposite direction.

"Excuse me?"

"I've been cornering her to ask about you," His brazen nature comes in handy here, even if he'd been preparing a more formal discussion about the matter. He sees Chrissy round the hallway, but you don't, and he shoos her away with a wide-eyed expression. It goes unnoticed by you, and she ducks back around the corner to give him space.

"I wanted to ask you out, so I asked her how to," He pushes off of the wall he'd been leaning against, sneakers hitting the squeaky hallway flooring as he makes his way over to where you're lingering curiously by your locker.

It takes you a moment to speak up, but you finally do with a skeptical glare, "And she told you to call me an idiot?"

"No!" He laughs, "No, that was all me."

"You're an awful flirt," You crack a cautious smile, one that he returns tenfold, "Maybe you should ask her where to take me this Saturday at five, too. Just in case you fuck it up."

"I... will do that," He draws the first word out, stunned that his terrible tactics had any sort of positive effect on you, "Uh, should I also ask to borrow her car? Or are you okay with my van?"

"Clear out the weed smell," You decide, "And I'll get in."

"Perfect," He grins, though you're not sure how he's going to fumigate the thing, you can practically smell it from inside, "Uh, I'm gonna go ask her where to take you."

"See you Saturday," You call after him, watching as he tries and fails to walk at a normal pace, "And ask her to help you regulate your cologne usage!"

"Too little?" He glances at you over his shoulder, concern mottling his features as he sniffs hesitantly at his shoulder.

"Too much," You laugh, "Hey, you can use that to cover up the weed smell in your van!"

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ashascoven · 14 days

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❃☆ showering w/ the pyromaniac rat man ☆❃ pt. 2

☆ the demons im fighting to post this... the embarrassment is REAL!!

☆ anyways, hi! this is the part 2 to my junkrat x reader fanfic, except.. this one's.. smutty / NSFW

☆ here is the first part of the fanfic, it's also just on my profile, but you can very much enjoy this without needing pt. 1 !!!

☆ FANFIC DEETS! junkratxreader ☆

THIS IS SMUT / NSFW, meaning it is 18+

reader is a female who's known for working with plants, plant themed nicknames and female genitals are used here

praise, stuttering, edging, mostly dom jamie + fluff?? its intense out here yall..

want a playlist to shuffle to while reading? here's the one i made to write this to <3, i promise it's a hot listen!!

☆ FOR READERS WHO ARE JUST HERE FOR THE SMUT but would like to know about pt 1. without reading it!

part 1 was essentially about the reader and junkrat being sent on a duo mission together. they're temporarily staying in a semi-abandoned hut that resides in a struggling town targeted by Talon, a well-feared terrorist group. anyway, junkrat's annoying and stinky to sleep with, but he likes being cuddled! so, he agreed to only shower (with the reader) if they cuddled under the water of a decently sized shower-room. the reader ends up bathing him, and junkrat opens up about himself, thanking the reader for not treating him differently. this leads to "cuddles"..

“Oh screw you, mate!”

“You probably would.”

“Ya know what? Maybe I woul-” He stopped himself from immediately snapping back, covering his mouth like his life depended on it. His eyes were wide, and yours were closed shut from your own laughter.

“Pfft!! You know what? Fine! Yeah, sure!!” You yawn-giggled, putting your soap and loofah to the side and leaning your back against his chest with a closed eyed smile.

“Uh-huh?? W-what're ya’.. d-doin’, mate??”

“Didn’t you say you wanted.. uh, bath cuddles? Surely you wouldn't mind holding me instead right nooww..” You yawned.

“O-Ohoh! Phew!! Seems like it’s my turn n’ cuddlin’ a fine lookin’ celebrity!” He giggled, not minding a single bit in being able to lowkey return the favor of you cuddling him earlier and cleaning him now.

He happily wrapped his lanky arms around your waist again, his hands landing a little further than intended and was resting on a certain area of yours, but it wasn't on purpose.

This woke you up, and with a little slight gasp at the touch, “I-I.. Jamie..-”

"Oh! W-wait! I-.. Sorry! It.. w-wasn't intended, my brain’s just lost from our talkin’, I swear, mate-!”

“I wasn't complaining..” You admitted painfully.

As if the shower steam wasn't strong enough, a guilty blush overheated your face.

“I-I.. Oh… O-oh..??!?”

“I w-wouldn't mind it if… ya know..” You slowly put your hand above his. You don't know what came over, but you couldn't find it in yourself to ask directly.

“..n-not that i-i’d force it or a-anything! I mean, we a-are still on a mission on after all and we aren't.. even.. together like that!? My mind wandered t-too far anywa-”

“o-ooh~.. J-Jamie..?” You gasped in surprise, not expecting him to actually go through with it.

“lettin’ ya know i’m.. probably not the best a’it..” He hovered over you from behind, mumbling into your ear. His fingers started rubbing between your legs.

“haah.. I-It’s okay, but y-you really.. oh god~..! y-you don't have t-to- mmh..” You fumbled on your words, your back leaning deeper against him.

“shh,” he hushed you, his robotic hand covering your mouth gently as his normal one kept rubbing you, “I’ve got ya’ now.”

“m-mmh.. hnnmhh~..” You moaned into the sealed metal, feeling your hips slowly grind against his fingers. Your hands were now gripping on both of his arms, but you didn't want out.

“just- let me help ya out.. least I could do for a pretty princess..” His voice was a bit more serious, but it made your heart race. You really didn't expect to see this bolder side of him so soon.

He moved the hand from your mouth to one side of your chest, giving it tender squeezes and pinches that earned loud moans out of you.

“a-aah! Jamie~!” You screamed out, throwing your head back in pleasure.

“i’m listenin’, my angel”

It was as if he knew all of the right ways to tend to your buds, ways you could've sworn only you grew to know. The running water also helped touch all of your body, making your senses go wild.

“whew doll.. ya’ sound like sugar n’ sweets to my ears, surely you.. taste the same?” He breathed out, starting to bite down at your exposed neck.

He switched hands, his metallic one now tending to your garden below as his normal fingers played with your other breast. The temperature difference in metal to skin made shivers of excitement run through you upon much contact.

To say he was good at multitasking would be an understatement; he was amazing at it.

“agh! nngh..” was all you managed to get out before continuing your cries of pleasure and repeating his name. All of the sensational spells he had you under only made you so drunk for more.

“i knoow, me’ sunflower..~ le’it all out for me..”

“you’ree soo pretty soundin’.. i could take your beauty in like this aaalll daayy..” He could feel his ears get warm from his own words, grateful to be able to practically worship such a beauty in this moment.

“aaaah~.. p-pleeaaasee..!”

“you're doin’ so good for me,” he praised, his fingers getting quicker, “this feels nice, don't it?”

He rubbed those two magical fingers in all the right circles that had your toes curling for more.

You never wanted him to stop.

“y-yeeaah~.. I-I’m.. alreeaady c-cloose..!” You whined, your hands finding a place to grip on his thighs. You felt your back arch as you neared your release.

His hand below your waist moved even quicker. The other hand that was squeezing your breast moved downward to help your heated area, slightly spreading your folds open with two fingers as he tended to your pearl.

Then, he suddenly slowed down, just enough for you to not reach the top of the hill yet. Earning a whiny moan out of you, the knot in your stomach subsided from the painful change of pace.

“mmmh.. w-why'd youu haaave to stopp..?”

“not yet.. ‘m not done with ya’ just yet, doll..” He breathed out, moving both of his hands to hold at your love handles. You felt himself press against your back as he buried his stubble-haired chin into your neck. He felt.. excited.

“mmghhhh… waarrmm..” He snuggled against you once again, using this moment to take you in a more cozier way. His hands moved up to your chest again, slowly kneading into your softness.

It was honestly kind of like a warning, knowing this man who’s enjoying himself just from hugging you is probably about to absolutely ruin you.

His height? His touchiness? The way he sweet-talked you? All of those things said it all, and you were so into it.

You shuffled around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. His hands made their way to your ass.

He still managed to enjoy cuddling your neck as you moved, letting out a moan at the way one of your hands reached into his now semi-wet hair.

“crikey, I don't think ya’ even.. know what you're doing to me, lady..” He groaned into your neck, before starting to leave a trail of marked kisses going upwards to your chin.

“aah..ahah, I can definitely feel it.” You moaned into a chuckle, trying to kiss his nose as he kissed your face.

His grip on you tightened as the kisses you two shared grew more passionate.

His lips, slightly unchapped from the water, pressed against yours. Both of you leaned into one another with closed eyes, dancing around each other's tongues and enjoying the tango under the shower’s rain.

You loved the way his mouth felt, how it felt like a new cavern to explore while preparing for the real ride he had waiting for you. The way his gold teeth felt slightly different from the rest that your tongue grazed over made you soak into how real all of this was.

As badly as you wanted him to take you at your core, you enjoyed kissing him up here too. You could get used to this. <3

One of his hands made its way up to your hair, it now being his turn to run his fingers through it. The way he massaged at your scalp as he took his time searching you with his lips made you moan into the kiss.

“mm, you're soo.. pretty..” He muttered, pulling away for a couple seconds before going back to attack your lips. This made you smile against his face, unconsciously pressing yourself closer to his body.

He'd do this a couple more times, murmuring about your beauty in-between catching his breath.

He didn't need open eyes to know that the person he was about to ravish was beautiful.

He could feel your body against his, the way yours still managed to be softer and hotter despite being under the same water as him, and this drove him wild.

His lips moved back to your neck, his kisses going lower and lower.

He made sure to kiss any mark and crease his mouth could find before eventually having you against a wall with his arms wrapped around your legs.

He was basically laying on his stomach, your hands struggling to hold yourself up as he held at your lower body, fully ready to eat you up like ice cream on a hot summer day.

“so.. gorgeous…” He marveled at your display for him, making you silently look to the side in your own embarrassment.

As soon as he started kissing at your core, you felt your nails nearly scratch into the tiles you were sitting on, the fluttery feeling from before making way to your stomach once again.

“aaahh~.. James..” You gasped, your eyes squinting in pleasure.

He kissed all around, making sure to let his mouth tease at your petals.

His tongue traveled inwards when you were quieter, and outwards when you whined for him. He purposely ran it over your bud, swirling around your clit the way his fingers did before, only to slow down when you got louder.

It was a cycle of teasing you and figuring out what made you squeal, just so he could eat you out for as long as he wanted. <3

“J-Jamie..! ohh, g-god..! please~! it f-feels so~oo.. so g-good..” You panted and stuttered a storm for this man, your brain melting to mush at the way he handled you.

You had no chance at being wet on your own; his tongue soaked in all of your juices for him to swallow, quickly replacing it with the wetness of his own mouth.

His hands gripped harder at your thighs. He couldn't get enough of the way you smelled and tasted.

You smelled so.. natural, and tasted so-so-so delicious. His bomb-driven brain couldn't process it any better than going faster with his tongue.

“..nngh~! J-Jami-.. Jami~soonn..! s-so c-close~!”

Your hips rode at his face and his grasp on your legs, one arm shaking at holding yourself up while the other pulled at his cloudy hair.

He groaned at the hair pulling, slithering one of his arms from holding your legs down to help tend to your core.

Two of his fingers made it inside, making your freed leg rise and spread further from all of the pleasure. The hand you had in his hair was now covering your own mouth, desperately biting at your knuckle from being so overwhelmed in the steamy tension.

You didn't know what to do with yourself, your hand immediately making it back into Jamison’s hair as you kept crying his name.

“h-huff.. Jaa~mie..!”

You breathing his name out the way you did made him pump his fingers more quicker, the sound of you being so wet for him making his lower stomach ache more for you.

His fingers curled into you as his tongue focused on circling your clit, occasionally dipping into its hood and making your whole lower body twitch in rhythm with his movements.

It was too much now, and you were gonna burst.

“a-aah! I-I'm..~ I'm g-gonna..! hnnghh~..! nngh-!”

With the last flicks of his tongue on you, you came, your release making you roll your eyes back in pure ecstasy.

Catching your breath, you struggled to focus on Jamison, looking at the top of his hair rise with a daze in your eyes.

He pulled away proudly, admiring his work as you slowly oozed all over his fingers.

The sudden air replacing his tongue and caressing your bare sweetness made your liquids come out with more sudden pressure, truly a sight for him to behold.

He took you in fully with his half-lidded eyes.. the way you closed your eyes and panted because of him, the way your hips buckled in pleasure because of him, the way you were turned on and sent to heaven because of him.. he felt honored.

He reached down to taste you one more time, just to drink at what you had just served him. With some of it dripping from the tip of his nose, he raised himself up with a smile.

“..t-that was the bomb, wasn't it-?”

Now, what he didn't expect was for you to immediately tackle him down afterwards, your lips once again pressed into his.

He grunted in surprise, but happily kissed you back and ran his hands all over your waist.

You pulled away from him with your hands holding his face, staring into his love-drunk eyes with your own of the currently same type.

Your noses were touching, lips nearly doing the same, and the tension that was once released found its way back again.

You couldn't bring yourself to say anything yet, so you spoke through attacking his neck with your own mouth, giving him a taste of his own gunpowder.

The way he looked under the dimmed light and running water made you want to just litter his body in kisses, and god he loved it.

“o-ohh..! d-doll.. mmgh..”

It was his turn to seep into a melty mess, nearly drooling at the way you pecked kisses onto his Adam's apple.

Both of your hands were now on his shoulders as you made your way all over his chest, moving down to his sides.

You left hickies all over his body, the ones you left near his v-line making him squirm the most in his spot.

Your legs held him down, your warmer spot dangerously close to his, but you made sure to make the most of this position, continuing your kissing while grinding against the waist area right above his cock.

Being able to feel the prickly hairs down there rub against you only fueled the fire between you two more.

He groaned under you, throwing his head back with a ‘oh, you've really done it..~’

You looked up at him as you made your way down to his legs, your fingers already teasing the tip of his dick.

He squinted at you with a blush all over his face, all over his body even, shamefully covering his mouth with his metal hand for the time being.

“o-oh? I see now,” you chuckled, “someone wants my help, y-yeah?”

Guiltily, he nodded his head, groaning into his arm as you tended to him.

Your body was still recovering from before, so you saved your shaky voice, reaching for his free hand, guiding it to his own shaft and starting to make him rub himself.

Your hand was resting over his as you slowly brought it up and down, occasionally kissing him or his waist.

He didn't think you could've turned him on anymore than he already was, but he was so wrong.

He felt like he was flying, your desirable pecks on his body making him whine even more into his arm in bliss. The way your mouth and hands felt so perfect on his body made his longing to be inside of you much more stronger than he thought was ever possible.

You started to kiss all over his tip, your tongue slowly making way to the skin right below it. Your teasing tongue made his busy hand move to your head once again, your own hand now working on its own.

Up and down, up and down, you rubbed him, making sure to look up at him every time your mouth made it onto the top of his hard member, each kiss making a ‘pop’ that caused him to twitch in even more pleasure.

“g-gosh, woman.. y-you’re reeaall- mmh.. good a’this..”

“..mmhhmm..?”

“y-you're so done when i get to ya’- oouh~..”

“mmmmhh..” you responded, moaning as you took most of his length into your mouth.

His legs were already weak at how warm your throat felt around him. The grasp he had on your scalp tightened as you moved with your mouth, making sure to really suck at his cock and cover it in your spit.

“augh..~” he threw his head back as he unconsciously started to push at your head every time you went down, “j-just like that.. o-oh yeah..~”

His sides shuddered every time your teeth slightly grazed over his foreskin, making him slowly thrust himself into your mouth. Your hands held at his legs as you enjoyed the taste of him.

His slightly salted taste made your insides throb impatiently to feel him. His largeness made you daringly excited, so you kept swishing your tongue all over, desperate to keep the taste of his liquids in your mouth.

“m-mmgh.. o-ohoh.. this f-feels.. amazing~..”

“i w-wanna be inside o-of you.. soo~oo baad, princess..~”

“dooll~ please..”

You took it on yourself to climb back onto him, quickly positioning him into your entrance and slowly letting yourself down on it.

“mgghh.. p-princess~..” He groaned, his hands quickly finding their way to your sides.

“aah.. ohh J-Jamie..!” You followed, your hands on his shoulders as you started to let yourself adjust his length.

God, he was so big, and so tough; he felt like caramel inside of you, hardened like caramel candy and wet like syrup all at the same time.

Those butterflies in your chest wasted no time expanding down to your core, eventually reaching all over your body. You felt like jittery honey, your tight sweetness wrapping around him in eager neediness.

You needed him, you needed him real bad.

Your hips were tired, but the pleasure made it worth pushing through. You had to lean on him, your chest of perked out buds rubbing against his as you slowly started to move.

He felt something surge through his bones, making his hold on your sides turn into him pounding your softness onto his cock in desperation.

“h-hngh-! a-aah.. b-big..! ha-aah..”

His excitement didn't give you much time to adjust, earning all sorts of whines and squeaks out of you, but you couldn't complain.

His magic tongue from earlier had prepared you more than enough for what was to come.

His length reached all the right spots in your warmth, you already felt so full of it, so full of him..

“hnngh.. you're so.. r-ready for me, aren't ya’?”

“y-yeahh~.. b-been so- aah~! s-so.. ready..!” You huffed out, your face burning endless heat waves.

“yeah you aare.. mmh, so w-warm.. y-you're so..~ hot..” He groaned into your ear, his breath making you shiver in enjoyment.

His praise and gruff voice vibrated through your whole body as he panted between sentences, eagerly thrusting into you.

You were so addicting to him, being inside of you was like opening his senses to a new world of paradise.

He felt himself lose his bearings, thinking of nothing but getting to release all over that pretty body of yours.. getting to admire his work on an ethereal body of art known as you. Whatever he was groaning out about loving your body was unconscious yet so filled with his thoughts.

“need t-to.. take you i-in moore~..” You felt your body try to encapsulate his length deeper into you, but this upright position wasn't enough, and he sensed that too.

Wasting no time in grabbing at your legs, he pushed you onto the tiled floor, now hovering over your laying body with his cock still buried deep into you. He continued his thrusts, his nails nearly digging into the back of your thighs.

“a-aah~! it feels.. h-huff, s-so good-.. p-please~! don't e-ever stop.. nngh..! b-begging-!”

The excitement to get to lick and kiss you all over when he was finished only made him move more quicker, more vigorously.

All he could think about was you, how you looked in every intimate moment you two had just spent together.. how you were going to look, absolutely soaking in his hard work, all wet and heated because of him.

He couldn't even think of anyone, or anything else, just you.

He raised your legs over his shoulders, his face warming up more at the way your stomach pudged together as he kept moving inside of you. He couldn’t stop internally gushing about how real and natural you were about everything, how any type of acne or hair you had made you all the more alluring to him.

“J-jamie~..! y-you’re.. amazing~! aah, g-god..!”

His mind got lost into how pretty you sounded.. how you called his name, praising him and pleading for him.. He was so lost into you, fucking you ruthlessly just to keep taking you in, just to keep inhaling you like some sort of addiction. He was so damn addicted, who even knew when he planned on ever stopping?

Slowly, he started putting one of your legs back to its previous position, trying to get an even deeper angle at reaching your insides. One arm was wrapped around the leg on his shoulder for support, the other making its way downwards.

“you take me.. s-soo~o well~.. augh~..”

“d-damn right i do..~ a-aagh, r-right there..~!”

Your hands squeezed at your own chest, neck, and ran through your own hair, sometimes reaching to touch at his waist. You didn’t know where you wanted to grab, too dazed into the moment to care.

He couldn’t help his hands from really touching you again, his thumb finger rubbing your clit, knowing that it’d make you feel even more great.

Your pleasure was his pleasure, the way you looked and felt made him feel like the luckiest man on Earth just for breathing the same air as you.. He had the honor of making a queen feel good, burying himself further and further into your guts.

“i-i’m.. so f-fuckin’ close~! k-keep going..! y-yeah~.. i’m s-so- aah~! p-please-.. so c-clo~ose..!”

You were so fucked stupid, all you could get out were pleas of never wanting this to end.

Any thoughts about being tired or annoyed by this man were long gone; only wanting the feeling of his thrusts, kisses, and rubbing to never end.

“J-jamie~! Jamie-! I..- I’m~!”

“let it aaall outt~.. i’m a-almost there too, l-love~..” He huffed, making sure that he moved fast enough to get you both over the edge.

“aaahh~!.. J-jamie.. mmhh~..”

“mmgh..~”

The feeling of that blissful knot below your stomach releasing itself was holy on its own, the sensations from all over your body coming together to relieve you with such a well earned orgasm.

He followed right after, pumping himself deep inside of you with a relieved sigh. Both of his hands were now pinning yours against the floor, your legs curled up on their own.

He made sure to really take in this moment, slowly pulling himself out with one hand and watching as you were dripping in his liquid.

The way he pulled out of you felt so warm and icy at the same time, the air of the room hitting your bare, sensitive areas once again. With the now-cold running water, the heat masking both of your bodies drifted down the drains.

He marveled at your body, admiring in awe at how you were truly such a masterpiece. No bomb or heist could’ve made him as satisfied or joyful as he was with what you two had just accomplished.

It felt like all of the hairs on your body raised from all of the build up, only to calm back down with ease. Your muscles were definitely sore, but you were too starstruck at the handsome man above you for it to even be painful.

The only thing you were consciously doing right now was looking into his eyes, panting, and feeling yourself flow out onto the tiles just to be washed away by the water.

The temperature switch stung your weak bud, making you twitch ever so slightly, but it wasn’t unpleasant. You felt so relieved, and any tension or frustration in your body was now gone.

He took in the way that your chest rose and fell after what you two had just done, falling to your side and kissing graciously at your face.

You let yourself melt into his lips again, kissing him back here and there.

Suddenly, you felt a sneaky hand holding a loofa make its way to your back.

“..are you trying to clean me up right now?”

“I.. was the one who.. made the mess all over ya’..”

“It’s fine.. We should just dry ourselves off and head to bed-”

“B-but I need to wash you off, mate!”

“You’re one to talk about someone else needing to be washed..”

“W-well! You’re one to talk considerin’ how I had ya’ laid out 2 minutes ago!”

“..Your point? If you wanna do me again, just say that, ‘mate’ <3 ”

“(；⌣̀_⌣́)”

☆ once again, if anyone actually makes it this far, tysm for reading! feedback is always 100% welcomed and appreciated

☆ i may continue this fic more if people end up liking it, but i also have other fanfics in the making along with a soon-to-be request page!!! >:D

☆ i dunno how i got this finished honestly.. i mean i finished multiple times but still.

☆ literally feeling like that "passed out 8 times but your cinnamon rolls are done sir!" except the rolls are just this fanfic.. fighting DEMONS i tell you, DEMONS!!!

☆ this is my first time writing an australian accent, so if there's any mistakes anywhere pls lmk!! hit my line yall, i dont bite >:D

☆ thank you, eat + stay hydrated, and enjoy your night/day!

#jamison fawkes #junkrat #junkrat x reader #ow2 #overwatch #ow2 junkrat #fanfic #overwatch x reader #smut #lemon #fanfiction

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didiersdragon · 2 years

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silly little thought that circulates my mind everyday but lloyd subconsciously leaning on the ninja or smthn whenever he's tired and the ninja immediately noticing it and doing something about it

maybe they're at the commissioner's office after a battle, reporting to him what happened when Kai feels someone leaning against him. he looks down and sees lloyd loosely wrap his hand around Kai's fingers as he subtly shifts his body weight onto the side leaning against Kai. His face remains focused on the words Nya and Zane were speaking but on a closer glance, Kai saw the way the kid's eyes were blinking fast as if to delay sleep and how he pursed his lips to keep his yawn in

he's clearly exhausted but is fighting it. and Kai was not letting that happen

thus begins Operation: Bedtime™️

Kai settled his eyes on Cole and waited till the other noticed before he tilted his head slightly towards the kid and the earth master instantly understood. cole nudges jay and with one quick glance and jay was already- metaphorically- rolling up his sleeves

Jay: GUYS! I- uh, FORGOT TO TURN OFF MY TOASTER AGAIN! Whoops, haha! silly me :D

Nya: jay how many times have i told you to stop making eggs in your toastoH OH YEAH ME TOO

the second he hears toaster, zane is already asking pixal to send their vehicles and that Operation: Bedtime™️ is a go

rushing bc im hungry but basically the Commish is like ????tf ing but Cole is already picking up Lloyd who is startled for a hot second before Kai pets his hair and he literally just *shlump* against Cole while Zane has opened the door and Nya and Jay are trying to explain the commisioner that they'll text the rest of the deets later and just. runs.

six minutes and at least three broken traffic laws, they're back at the monastery and are running-as gently as possible- to Lloyd's room where Pixal and Master Wu has already turned on the night light, made sure the humidifier is running and the beds ready

with a flurry of movement and sharp whispers, Lloyd is finally asleep tucked into bed with Kai's old dragon plushie cuddled to his chest and warm blankets covering him as the ninja pat themselves on the back as a "mission accomplished" and also look at their little greenie fondly

this doesnt happen often though bc after bad experiences with lloyd not sleeping properly and him almost getting hurt due to it, zane has like an internal alarm for Lloyd's bedtime and if he is not in bed five minutes after the alarm by himself, the ninja will Not Hesitate

Operation: Bedtime™️ is an extremely sensitive, high priority mission that needs to be executed perfectly because the only time it's intiated is when lloyd shows signs of tiredness which he is usually very good at hiding (to a concerning amount)

#ninjago #lego ninjago #this got longer than expected #the dragon plushie idea is from twig-sprigs awesome corrupted kai au btw def check it out #just imagine these early 20 something year olds going into parent mode when their kid-teenage brother shows any sign of sleepiness #let lloyd garmadon just be a kid #lloyd garmadon #kai smith #zane julien #cole brookstone #jay walker #nya smith #ninjago lloyd #this was nice maybe ill ramble more #but am very shy #ok goodbye

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shayyprasad · 5 months

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games // part one | peter parker

(the spacing is so weird... don't worry about it...)

masterlist to this here!

tw: underage drinking, angst kinda, mentions of sex and underage drug use, making out, y/n

just y/n

that's all i can say

kinda trash but whateverrr (i didn't really proofread-)

will probably have multiple parts that aren't that long?? idk

this one's 1.1k+ words

peter's p.o.v.

y/n stark had never fallen in love. she had everything she needed, all the money, right in the palm of her hand.

yes, she was smart. one of the top students at midtown high. her grades spelt that out. so why wasn't she doing anything with herself? why didn't she put effort into the things she did? why was she always making questionable decisons? smoking? drinking? parties? drugs and one-night stands?

because she didn't care.

she didn't care simply since she would take over her father's company, anyways. no college or anything, simply a one-way ticket to be the c.e.o. of stark industries. that was her life plan.

plus hook-ups on weekends.

most nights were spent partying, drinking, and doing drugs. and the longest she'd ever dated a guy was 6 days (more or less).

to say the least, she had a reputation.

peter knew that, so he wasn't quite sure why he let himself fall in love with her, even though they'd never talked.

he glanced over to her figure that was slumped over her desk slightly, as she bit her lip in concentration. peter felt his heart beating a little faster.

"-once you finish that, turn it in. though," ms. cartwright paused, "you may, actually probably will, have to work with your partner outside of school to complete this. choose your person carefully, and don't forget, you have 'til wednesday. go ahead and find a partner."

"really, ms. cartwright? a project? aren't you supposed to be the cool teacher?" y/n quipped, not really meaning to make it sound like a joke, but some people, including himself, chuckled.

but peter's mood dropped again as he sighed, because he didn't have any friends in this class, so he prepared himself to plead the teacher to let him work alone.

suddenly, someone sat down next to him, making peter look up.

"hey, parker." his eyes immediately widened.

"oh! uh, h-hi, y/n."

she nodded briefly, "wanna partner up?"

"with- with me?" he asked, looking around.

"um, yes?" y/n raised an eyebrow. "who else?"

"right, right." it was awkward for a second, and he wanted to break the silence so bad. clearing his throat, "so i was thinking that we could do maybe... something for thermodynamic properties of atomic defects for quantum technologies? a model paired with a thesis, or, like, prediction for, uh, it, or," he looked up as he was writing to make sure she was still listening, "and add some sorta... emitter?"

"that's... actually really smart. maybe workshop on the defects part though, but i think we can make it work. let's blow them away, parker."

peter couldn't stop the grin that made it's way onto his face.

a girl was talking to him. a pretty girl. one that wasn't aunt may or mj. sure, yeah, it was for a group project, but still.

it counted, he decided.

the rest of class was spent brainstorming, and then he felt a little sad once the bell rung and she had to leave, before that, though, y/n wrote her number on his paper, adding a little heart.

"wanna meet up after school? we can work on it and get it out of the way."

"yes, please!" he said, a little too happily, so he cleared his throat and tried again. "um, yeah, th- that's cool. i guess."

y/n laughed, and he decided it was the prettiest sound ever. "solid, babes." he froze momentarily, but he knew she didn't mean it sexually. but he still blushed, and y/n caught that but said nothing for his sake.

"'kay, see you then. text you the deets."

only aunt may ever used the word "deets," but when y/n said it, it sounded... cool, and it made him want to start using it, too.

he couldn't wait to brag to ned.

now who's the female-less dweeb?

his next period was lunch, so he could tell. ned. everything. peter was honestly still surprised that out of everyone in the whole classroom, she picked him.

unless she's using you for answers, a little voice rang at the his back of his head.

he shook it away. why would she need his help? or answers? y/n was equally smart, if not smarter.

right.

she came to me because i'm not 100% of a loser. i'm worth something as peter.

peter sat down at his normal seat on the lunchroom, right by ned.

"god, ned, you'll never believe it! ned, bro! guess, guess!"

"uh... the water fountain doesn't make the hallway smell like farts every time someone uses it because it's fixed now?"

"that... that was specific."

"hey, man, i gotta get water from somewhere."

"okay, well, either way, no."

"ooh! you- you... i don't know. just tell me!"

"alright, alright. get ready. are you ready now?"

"yeah! say it!"

"100% ready?"

"yes!"

"i got," peter started, pausing for dramatic effect, "a pretty girl's number!"

"really? no way!"

"and, and, it's not just any pretty girl! it's y/n! yeah! y/n stark!”

"no. way. oh my gosh, peter! that's insane!"

"i know, i know, i know!"

"so? now what?"

"what do you mean?"

"like... are you gonna meet up with her?"

"uh. maybe? i dunno. i've seen her at the tower, like, once."

"won't mr. stark," he shrugged, "not want you dating... his daughter?"

peter paused, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "i... don't think we're quite there, ned," he answered honestly.

he decided not to mention the fact that it was for a group project.

peter spent the rest of lunch tuning out ned and day-dreaming about her. and then when he got home, he stared at his phone. maybe he was waiting for a text from her?

it didn't matter.

why would she willingly do that?

then another thought popped into his mind, was she waiting for him?

that's stupid. there's no reason for her to wait. if she wanted to talk to me, she would've done so.

but what if she is? then i should message her.

wait, no, i can't look desperate!

maybe-

shut up conscious!

he felt so silly, stressing over such a small thing. but then again, this was high school. practically everything you said or did mattered. finally, he decided he'd text her first.

peter: hi. it's|

the cursor blinked in front of him, mocking peter. he erased it and tried again.

peter: hey, it's|

or did "hi" sound better? no, no, hey was cooler. but he didn't want her to think it was hey, because it wasn't hey. it was just hey.

well, now he had another problem. "hey" didn't look like a word anymore. it looked like hay misspelled. peter dragged a hand down his face, frustrated.

peter: hi y/n i'm hopelessly in love with you and overjoyed that you picked me to be your partner marry me now? please|

that was most likely not better.

he settled for, at last;

peter: hey, it's peter. when do you wanna meet up?

delivered at 5:31

#spiderman #tom holland x reader #tom holland #peter parker #peter parker x reader #games part one

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espresseo-cafe · 6 months

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life is still beautiful | johnny | ch.3

genre: cappucino, romance, angst, university!au, dad!au, drama, slice of life

pairing: collegestudent!johnny x fem!reader

bean count: 4.3k

a/n: hope you all are liking the series so far! 🤎 note: this is only a work of fiction, it doesn’t reflect the artists’ personalities in any way.

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that gentle gesture and soft movements under the sun.. it was loving, protective, and kind.

johnny was quite disappointed because he wanted to approach whoever she was at that party. however, he was called by one of his friends to help him with something. but she was already gone by the time he got back to the balcony. and youngmin was sleeping soundly on the comfortable hammock swing, surrounded by pillows.

he was quite caught up with it that he couldn’t take his mind off on what he saw that day. his thoughts was so preoccupied to the point he didn’t notice that youngmin was starting to heave impatiently, not having his spoonful of rice.

“johnny.” his mom snapped her fingers in front of him, tutting her lips as she took the baby’s spoon from him, feeding the almost crying toddler. “you seem kinda off this very morning.”

johnny blinked his eyes, finally off of his trance that he gave his mom a hum as a response. “sorry, been thinking a lot lately.”

“don’t tell me you’re thinking about minji.” she smirked at him, taking another spoonful to youngmin.

“i-uh, no mom.. not minji. this other girl.” he sat back, fiddling a fork on his scrambled eggs.

“moving on so quickly, huh.” johnny felt a pat on the back from his old man. “it definitely runs in the family.”

his mom giggled at the comment, seeing johnny’s cheek turning pink and she hoped it wasn’t from his good night sleep. “is she pretty?”

johnny stretched, “dunno, couldn’t get a good glimpse at her.” brushing his hair back, “uh, what time is it?”

his dad checked his watch, “five minutes to eight.”

johnny’s eyes largened and quickly ate his breakfast and stood up. he almost forgot that today was the camp for dean’s listers. “i gotta leave, i’m supposed to meeting the guys at the campus in fifteen minutes.” he drank the remains of his juice before kissing the top of youngmin’s head. “see you in five days, my little bud. love you.”

youngmin squealed in baby language as if he was answering him. “bye dada.”

“take care john!” his mom called out, “don’t forget your sunscreen!”

mr. suh chewed on his breakfast, “he finally has some time to be a normal university student, but don’t you think he matured quite a lot?”

mrs. suh continued to feed youngmin, “in a way he very much did. i told him to have a break from time to time, but he just didn’t want to.”

“ever know the reason why?”

“oh dear, i wished we knew.”

the sun was at the start of its brightest shine, slipping in between your curtains and giving you some vitamin d for the day. you inhaled the breezy air as you opened the window.

“it’s a lovely day for camping.” yeri stood beside you, handing you a cup of coffee for a booster. “excited to mingle?”

you cackled and twisted your head side to side, hearing your bones crack was so refreshing. “excited? yeah, i guess i am.” you unlocked your phone seeing a text message from the guy you were suddenly paired up with. “oh a notification from love click.”

“who is it?” yeri jumped curiously, holding your arms and scooted closer to you.

“oya oya. what’s all the fuss in the morning?” yoohyeon came out of the bathroom with a face mask, seeing a notification on your phone. “ah omg! what’s his nickname?”

your heart beated quickly, scrolling to see his profile. “let’s see, dudekuma.. kuma? what does that mean?” both yeri and yoohyeon shrugged, waiting for you to see more of his details. “he’s from our university.. third year.. business major. eh whatever, i’ll go prepare for the camp.”

“ah, y/n, let me help out.” yoohyeon followed you to your bedroom. “there must be more deets about him.”

“it’s been two months since i last got paired, haha this app sucks.”

yeri pressed her lips and sighed, her chance of setting you and johnny up came to a zero before it even started. she wondered if you remembered what happened during her first year at the university.

during her first day, you and johnny both helped her look for her lecture room when others straight up ignored her. and immediately, she took a liking of your pairing because you both were very responsive and aware.

an idea struck her and she shot johnny a text message.

[ yeri ] : “johnny! are you busy?”

[ johnny ] : “kinda, i’m rushing to meet the guys at campus, dean’s camp.”

yeri jumped a little, you and her were going to dean’s camp as well.

[ yeri ] : “oh, then nevermind! see you later!”

[ johnny ] : “cool, see you!”

johnny’s breath was almost out when his friends waved at him as he caught up, giving him little punches and teases because he was late. it was scorching hot to anyone’s liking, but his tank top was showing off his arms and most of the girls in the line couldn’t take their eyes off of him.

“the young dad joins the camp, huh? bingo!”

“think we’d be grouped together for games?”

“ugh i think i might have a chance at him, heard he broke it off with his son’s mom.”

“no way, seriously?”

kun rolled his eyes and diverted johnny’s attention elsewhere, noticing his discomfort and annoyance at the inappropriate comments. “have they got no chill? that’s way over the line.”

“hyung they’re just in heat, literally.” jungwoo shook his head and johnny actually laughed softly at his roommate’s joke. they walked to the coach bus to place their bags and equipments when a high pitched squeal deafened their ears.

“hi guys!!” yeri jumped with a lot of things on her hands and taeyong immediately ran to help her. “you guys made it to the dean’s list! finally.”

taeyong messed up her hair playfully, “what do you mean ‘finally’? we’ve been here since year one. well except jungwoo.”

“hey! well it’s true”.

yeri laughed in joy, placing her things in the compartment, “i’m kidding you dumb dumb! anyway, there’s this person i want you guys to meet, she’s recently added to the list.” she turned to look at you, but you were standing by the vending machine buying some drinks. “ah bummer, i guess we gotta wait until we get in.”

“who is she, yeri?” kun squinted his eyes at you before johnny took the rest of the bags inside the bus.

“y/n, from the early childhood education department. she’s in year three like johnny oppa, taeyong oppa, and you.” she smiled at your walking figure towards them. “such a lovely spirit she is. i was planning to set her up with you-”

kun twitched a little, “huh, me? you know i’m taken-“

“ah not you. where’s johnny?” yeri hummed, “i really think she and john will look good together. i already visually ship them.”

taeyong and kun exchanged looks, “you know johnny is freshly heartbrokened, can’t let them set sail when they’re not on the same boat.”

“gotta make them meet at the port somehow.” yeri pondered and she lit up, “jungwoo, sit next to me for the bus ride, please?”

jungwoo blushed, “ha? i’m not sitting next to you-”

“i heard you’re good in mario kart.” yeri smirked, “but i’m better.”

“why you little-”

the professors called the students to aboard the bus and take off to the campsite. johnny closed the upper compartment, his eyes catching someone having a hard time carrying her extra bags back up.

“need some help with that?” you turned to your left, seeing a guy kind enough to help than others who walked passed by you to get into their seats.

“that’ll be great, thanks.” you smiled, handing him your bag as he placed it on top so easily.

“i’m johnny, i don’t think we’ve met before.” offering his hand for a handshake.

you nodded, reaching your hand out as well, “y/n. nice to meet you.”

johnny looked at you for a while and coughed awkwardly. he didn’t want you to be weirded out because of his prolonged staring. well who wouldn’t be taken back when you were really, really pretty? there was something about you that emitted beauty that he couldn’t seem to explain.

he looked around and discovered most of the seats were taken. his eyes searched for his group of friends, only to see them seated by the back. he also noticed you looking for certain people too while one of the professors gestured for you guys to sit down.

the bus started to move when another guy bumped into you as he was playing around with his friends, making you lose your balance. your cheek touched johnny’s body as he held your arm, supporting you from not falling. your face heated up in embarrassment and fixed your posture.

“hey watch it.” johnny told them off, earning hisses from the guys. he faced you while he pressed his lips and pointed to the vacant seats with his head. “guess we’ll be seatmates for the whole ride, ladies first.”

“thanks.” you smiled, sitting next to the window.

johnny placed his hands in his pockets, why was he feeling jittery when he just met you? he didn’t want to be influenced because of your looks, ‘cause that already had happened with minji.

for the first time, he wanted to know you more. unlike in the past, it was always the ladies who made the first move and his friends would point that out and tease him about it. it wasn’t his fault if girls seemed to take interest in him. he was just winging every single move and went with the flow.

right now, he wanted to make the first move, a conversation would be the best to begin with. he shifted his head to you to do just that, though he found himself in a blur because you were already drifted away into a slumber.

your phone zapped and johnny didn’t mean to look- the bus was running through the tunnel- but the device lit up and showed a notification from an app that somehow made his mood to slightly change: love click.

she uses love click as well, huh?

he mentally sighed, that one chance of getting to know a new face wasn’t going to happen at all. he shook his head and talked to himself: what am i thinking.. it’s not like i’m looking for new love. then his eyes found its way back to you if he could help it, somehow he felt peaceful just staring at you.

he decided that this time, he’d start out as friends and see what the outcome would be, unlike before.

the camp location differed than the years that came before; it was larger in scale and had more activities. whilst everyone dispersed to their respective boys’ and girls’ cabins, johnny’s eyes was stuck as glue to your figure, busy talking to yeri.

“saw you two having a little chat back at the bus.” taeyong nudged the guy, seeing johnny flinch a little after realising that he had been staring at you for too long. “what do you think of her?”

“hmm, other than really pretty, she seems tired. well, her eyes speaks a lot. she slept most of the ride-” stopping mid-sentence when taeyong just smiled at him. “what?”

“nothing.” taeyong placed his locked fingers at the back of his head, holding in a chuckle because he noticed johnny all aloof, avoiding the topic he tried so hard not to fall into. “no harm in befriending someone. at least now you get to be friends first, not just jumping straight right into it.” referring to the boy’s previous relationship with minji.

johnny grunted as he lifted two of his bags; one duffel bag rested on his shoulder, and the other luggage in his free hand. he shook his head at taeyong, a prominent side smirk showing, “i guess i could give it a try, would that shut you up?”

“maybe.. i just have a good feeling towards y/n.”

the birds chirped just outside the cabin’s window, yeri stretched her legs as soon as her body met with the sheets of the bed, “ah, this bed makes me miss my actual one.”

you stifled a laugh, “did someone make you cranky on the way here?” knowing her too well, she was the type to show her feelings out in the open.

“jungwoo.” she placed her knuckles towards her eyes, rubbing them, “he defeated me in mario kart.. jerk.”

“ah come on, it can’t be that difficult.” you said, turning the device on, “let me know the rules, maybe i can be good at it.”

yeri feigned a gasp, “you haven’t played a game console befo- ah, nevermind.”

“it’s fine, yeri. now you know there are some people who has been living under a rock. let’s go for food before the orientation?” you dusted your leggings as you made your way out.

the unexpected dark humour caught her off guard, slapping her own mouth for not being careful enough. “aish, yeri you blabbermouth.”

you, yeri, and the rest of the dean’s listers walked towards the ampitheatre, and if you could count, there were about a hundred students- or more, in the dean’s list this year. among these hundred people, johnny could immediately spot you in your light purple top, outstanding the rest of people who wore other types of purple and he couldn’t help but be flustered at the sight of you even though you were just like a meter apart.

his ears perked up when several guys behind him were checking you out. “who’s the new girl? she’s hot.”

johnny unknowingly stood next to you after seeing your slight discomfort. you bowed in a quick thanks for his immediate response, but wondered why he reacted so quickly in a crowded space.

“i ship them.” taeyong mouthed, crossing his arms while kun and jungwoo nodded.

“me too.” yeri mouthed back then sighed, “but this pretty friend of mine is inexperienced.”

kun hummed, “well they could take it slow if they’re both open to it.”

johnny stared at your side profile, you radiated a glow he can’t seem to figure. a gentle aura yet mysterious, in which he wanted to know you more.

he wished for the same, for you to want to know him. but how on earth could he bring up youngmin? would that push you away?

he was about to ask you something but then you took your phone out to take a photo. you expected to snap a memory of the bluest skies with clouds that gave you peace, only to be startled that the front camera greeted you instead. johnny chuckled at your startled face and you didn’t even miss his upper cheek dimples appearing prominently, clearly making a little fun at your flinching towards yourself.

“you didn’t see that, okay?” you said as you switched the camera back to the front view, ears heating up and yet snickering at yourself out of embarrassment.

“too bad, i already saw it.” he licked his lips, still finding himself staring at you. “but i’ll keep it to myself.”

you finally looked at him and now he was the one who flinched, “i’ll take your word for it.”

yeri, taeyong, jungwoo, and kun all high-fived each other after witnessing the short exchange you and johnny had. “my ship is sailing!! think they’ll buy each other tickets?”

kun just ruffled yeri’s hair, “let them walk around the port first.”

teachers and counsellors sounded the alarm for the start of the camp. this camp was more on team building and social connection. though this year, all students were divided into five teams and will compete through courses of fun and physical games.

“alright, here we have ballots. each of you will pick a colour from the box from five teachers including myself.” mr. kim from biology called out. “five teams will have a leader, an alumni from last year. teams are based on the colours of our school logo: crimson commanders, aquamarine archers, magenta muskeeters, prussian pirates, and saffron soldiers.”

johnny hoped to be in the same team as you, but it was too soon to hope because it may backfire on him. as everyone lined up to the ballot boxes, he still kept stealing glances to wherever you were. he mentally slapped himself for being creepy and his friends were just earning a lot of funny get-go’s to tease the boy after all is done.

“yeri which team are you in?” you asked, quite excited to know the reveal. yeri just hushed you sneakily and gestured you to go where the guys were. “oh we’re revealing it together?”

“yup, it’ll be more fun.” she jumped and skipped over, holding the coloured paper in her hands. “guys! wanna do a simultaneous reveal?”

jungwoo shouted out loud in agreement, “ahh obviously, on three!”

the rest of you showed your papers, only to be disappointment because, yeri was sorted into magenta, taeyong in aquamarine, jungwoo in saffron, kun and johnny in prussian, and you in crimson.

“aw man i thought i’ll be teamed up with you, y/n.” yeri pouted. “anyway-“

“y/n, right?” you turned to the person who called your name, a pale skinned guy with doe eyes and long lashes. buffed up in his red shirt, his muscles screamed as if they wanted out. “i’m choi seungcheol from business department, year three. we share the same minors.”

you just blinked, he was quite attractive. he was in the same minors as you? no wonder he looked very familiar.

“i don’t mean to eavesdrop or be a party crasher but i just saw you with a crimson paper so i thought to drop by and say hi.” he smiled, his doe eyes still staring at you and to be honest, you couldn’t even look away.

you stared at the group you were with and back at this choi seungcheol, “um yeah, i do have the crimson paper so obviously we’re teammates.”

“cool, then let’s go group with the others.” he sparked up in joy before turning around, you pulled a face, wanting to chuckle as you looked back to yeri and the guys.

“i guess that’s my cue.” you clapped and laughed, “may the best team win?” putting on a salute gesture before leaving them to join seungcheol and the other twenty three people.

johnny and the others just nodded and mirrored your action. kun let out a two toned giggle, “she’s actually really cute, huh, right johnny?”

the tall guy just rolled his eyes and shook his head, “let’s go okay?”

the games in the past four days were mostly physical than critical thinking. and it seemed that you’ve gotten closer to the guys that yeri knew from her high school. so just to name a few, games included paintball, obstacle course, treasure hunt snorkelling, and at the moment, the final game: dodgeball. somehow you wished you sat out for this one because the activities were starting to get to you.

mostly because you were distracted at this game, and the distraction consisted of meaty calves, sleveless upper body with six pack abs, buff arms, refined biceps and triceps, sharp jawline, honey brown eyes, and luscious lips.

to put it simple, johnny suh.

you sighed to yourself that you even allowed yourself to be attentive to him in the past few days. well, because he stood out so much, at least to you. he was someone who unexpectedly got your attention to how sporty and a team player he was.

funny how you didn’t even know such a guy existed at the university. he was one of a kind.

even though you both did talk during the past few days he was still a bit far fetched, like a celebrity made to be intimidated with. and mostly because you were grouped with them together with yeri during breaks, a single conversation with just him was almost impossible.

so in front of you he stood, like a statue sculpted to perfection you were staring at him as if you were in the museum. you were probably so into him at this point that you disregarded calls of your name in the distance when reality finally hit you in the form of a ball.

you shook out of it and the whistle beeped. no one expected you to be out because if anything, you were one of few people to actually play really well in the previous games. so you just laughed it off to hide the fact you were distracted because of johnny.

you sat by the bleachers with taeyong who called for you to sit next to him. “y/n, over here!”

“hey.” you sat beside him, drinking a bottle of water while he handed you a clean towel. “that was my out, by the way. i’ve been put into the frontliners by seungcheol in almost all of the games.”

taeyong just chuckled, “you sure? ‘cause from where i’m sitting, you just looked distracted.”

you coughed from your bottle, crap did he figure you out? “i- i wasn’t.” your flustered face made him want to laugh but he didnt want to embarrass you.

“okay, i believe you.” he said as he gave you a soft punch on the arm. then he decided to try again to confirm if his hunch was right. “johnny’s still in it, you think he’d be out any time soon?”

you looked at the opposing team, “a big guy like johnny? not a chance. he could be the last one standing-” as soon as you finished you sentence, johnny got hit on the chest by seungcheol. “i stand corrected.”

a bunch of ‘aw’s’ and ‘oh’s’ heard when johnny exited the court and seated next to you. “prussian pirate got hit by a cannon.” you teased, giving him a bottle of water.

“my ship’s still standing though.” he gave you a smile, drinking from the bottle and gosh you wished you looked away earlier because his arms just flexed, and.. veins... “unlike the commander who got out first so early in the game.”

you shook you head and playfully rolled your eyes, “i was tired. good enough for a reason.”

taeyong stifled a laugh, not believing any of that, his hunch was right. “really y/n-”

“a-anyway i gotta go hit the showers ‘cause i’m sweaty and i need to start packing since we’re leaving tomorrow. bye guys.” taeyong chuckled hearing you say that in one go as you left, leaving johnny blinking in confusion and awe because in no way were you sweaty since you didn’t even play today.

“she’s really is something.” kun sat back down after being beaten, noticing johnny’s staring at your already far figure heading to the cabins. “it was intentional, right? you actually wanted to be hit by the ball, that’s why you were off the team even though you’re the ace.”

maybe, maybe not. johnny didn’t know how he felt, was it because he was desperate to have a romantic companion? it had only been three months when he broke up with mj and no word from her since. not that he expected anything but was it a reminder that maybe he could finally open his heart to someone new?

was he ready though? was he ready to open his heart to a new relationship? the thought of you made him so certain that you could be the one, the one who could mend his heart. but then again he was hesitant because really, he only knew you for five days.

even though those five days were already proof that he might’ve fallen for you, it was a reality check for him. how could he ask you to join his little bandwagon outside of this camp? it may not be the right path to start something new, because what would you actually think of him? what of youngmin?

although his team was celebrating for winning the most points and were awarded tickets to a carnival a week from now, he remained quiet until the end of the camp. he was still so lost in his thoughts that it made kun slightly worry because johnny was a type of person who keeps things to himself.

as everyone waited for departure just outside the coach buses, he spotted you talking with seungcheol. seemed like you both were hitting it off or just making a simple, friendly conversation.

“ah i forgot to ask for her number.” johnny mumbled to himself.

yeri stood by, for she knew how johnny was aware of your existence in the past few days and that he might’ve had his heart beating for you. although she wanted to set you guys up at the port so that her ship could sail.. “seems like there’s a detour before the journey.” she told herself.

taeyong, being the observer that he is, put his elbow on yeri, “you noticed it too?” he asked her, “i got no worries though.”

“what do you mean?”

“y/n was acting funny yesterday at the dodgeball games. if i’m correct about her then trust me that we’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“you mean.. there’s a chance that she might like johnny?” yeri’s eyes lit up. “oh my gosh!”

“can’t jump to conclusions, that’s why i said we don’t need to worry.” taeyong ruffled her hair then jumped a little when she shrieked. “what?”

“agh no we have the right to worry!!” she facepalmed herself then bit her fingernail. “choi seungcheol.. wait..”

“uh yeri?”

she wasn’t sure if she should say but she had no one else to tell about her rising worry. “y/n has love click, alright? before we came here she and yoohyeon unnie were talking about how she got a notification and read out the details of the guy she was matched with.”

taeyong already joined the dots. this was going to be a challenge. “let me guess, he’s from our university, business major, year three?”

yeri pouted, “yes, i can’t believe i just remembered now but choi seungcheol ticked all of those boxes. ”

“well damn.”

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Two

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Chapter Two: Death Doesn't Give Me Panic Attacks Anymore

Summary: Chloe returns to Los Angeles, and (Y/N) tries to learn to fly.

“No,” said (Y/N).

“It would be educational,” said Lucifer.

“Still no,” said (Y/N).

“It could be interesting,” said Lucifer.

“I’m not going to a crime scene with you just because you’re afraid to see Detective Decker, Dad,” said (Y/N).

Lucifer sighed and straightened his jacket. “Very well. I’ll brave the stares myself, then. Hopefully she doesn’t try to shoot me to prove the issue.”

(Y/N) groaned inwardly at his words. Damn, he probably will get into trouble… “Alright, alright, fine. I’m coming. But you owe me.”

Lucifer brightened. “Of course. Whatever you want!” He was more than willing to spoil them.

“I’m going to make your pockets hurt,” said (Y/N).

“Go home, Lucifer,” said Dan, holding him back from entering the crime scene. He groaned when he saw (Y/N). “And take your kid home. Seriously, they shouldn’t be at a crime scene.”

Your kid? Lucifer felt himself straighten at how natural it was for even others to acknowledge it.

“In my defense, the previous times I was at a crime scene were unfortunate accidents,” said (Y/N).

“Doesn’t matter, you’re not coming to this one,” said Dan. He looked back to Lucifer. “Chloe’s still not here, no matter how much you check, and we don’t need you, so…”

“Regardless, I am still a consultant with the LAPD,” said Lucifer. “And, oh, yes, you have no authority over me whatsoever.”

“Oh, yeah, right,” said Dan bitterly, brushing past Lucifer.

“Dan doesn’t mean it,” said a young woman to Lucifer. “Losing Charlotte screwed him up really bad.” Her eyes fell on (Y/N), and she brightened. “Oh! Are you (Y/N)?” She jumped up and grinned.

“I am,” said (Y/N).

“I’m Ella! I’m in forensics,” she said excitedly. “It’s so great to finally meet you. Lucifer is always talking about you.”

(Y/N) blinked and felt themself smile at the idea. Lucifer talked about me? “It’s nice to meet you, too.” They glanced at Lucifer.

He avoided their gaze. Yes, he talked about them quite a bit. He was a proud father. They were his kid. They were incredible and strong and intelligent and everything great. Why wouldn’t Lucifer talk about (Y/N)?

Lucifer cleared his throat. “Well, in regards to Dan, I understand, but I refuse to be the scapegoat he uses to blame. It’s a theme of my life.”

“It’ll take all of us a while,” said (Y/N).

“You knew Charlotte, too?” said Ella.

“Yeah.” During and after Missy the Goddess took over her body. So a little complicated, there.

“Well, personally, I’m still not straight with the Big Guy,” said Ella. “Not sure I ever will be.”

“Well, His loss if so, Miss Lopez,” said Lucifer.

Ella smiled before focusing on the case. “So, do you want the deets?” she said. She glanced at (Y/N). “Or, uh, should they go first?”

(Y/N) glanced at the body. “I’ve seen worst.”

“That sucks,” said Ella.

“Yeah.” (Y/N) agreed wholeheartedly.

“Well, actually, I didn’t want to give Dan the satisfaction, but, uh.” Lucifer stumbled over his words. “He’s right. I think it’s time I stop coming to crime scenes.”

“You mean you’re done showing up, checking to see if Chloe’s here, and then heading out without helping at all?” said Ella knowingly, and (Y/N) rolled their eyes, wondering how often he’d been doing it before dragging them along.

“Yes, it seems I’ve been holding onto false hope, it seems,” said Lucifer. “Quite foolish, really. That one day, she’d just stroll up behi—”

“Hi, Detective,” said (Y/N), interrupting Lucifer. He jumped and turned. Chloe was standing behind him.

“Hey. Sorry I’m late,” said Chloe to Ella.

“Decker!” Ella hugged her tightly.

“Detective?” said Lucifer in surprise and nervousness.

“Hey, Detective,” said (Y/N).

“Oh, my god! How was the vacation? I mean, where did you go?” said Ella. “Why are you not more tanned?”

“Listen, I’ll catch you up on everything, I promise,” said Chloe. “But first, what’s happening?” She hadn’t even looked at Lucifer.

“Oh, yeah,” said Ella. “Of course. So our victim is a fifty-five-year-old beekeeper named Bob Golbeck. Cause of death…honey scraper to the neck.” Ella continued, but no one was really paying attention.

Lucifer continued staring at Chloe and how normal she acted, and she glanced at him as if confused. Then she noticed (Y/N).

“Lucifer…why did you bring (Y/N) to a crime scene?” said Chloe.

“I’m doing fine,” said (Y/N). “Death doesn’t give me panic attacks anymore. I’m desensitized.”

“Detective. Are you…okay?” said Lucifer.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” said Chloe.

Huh. (Y/N) cocked their head.

Lucifer didn’t buy it. “So, where did you go?”

“Oh, uh, I took Trixie to Europe,” said Chloe. “And we traveled around and…well, you know…” She glanced at (Y/N) uncertainly. “It gave me time to process what I saw.”

“And have you…processed?” said Lucifer. “Are-are you okay with what you saw? Are you okay with me?”

“Well, it’s not like you haven’t always told me the truth,” said Chloe. “You know? So…I think, deep down. I just, I always knew.”

“Good for you,” said (Y/N). Chloe’s eyes snapped to them. “I mean, it didn’t take me that long to get over it, but still, I guess it is a shock for a lot of people.”

“You…know?” said Chloe in surprise.

“Yeah, before he even fostered me,” said (Y/N) with a shrug as if being brought in by the devil was a normal occurrence. They crossed their arms and looked at Lucifer. “And now that you don’t have a reason to by shy, I’m heading out.”

“Alright, be careful getting back to the penthouse,” said Lucifer.

“Yeah, yeah,” said (Y/N), but they were smiling. “I’ll see you, Dad. And don’t forget you still owe me!” They walked off before Lucifer could disagree.

Chloe looked between Lucifer and (Y/N) as they walked away. They truly weren’t shaken at Lucifer’s identity. They had known for years. And Lucifer was gentle with them, kind, a real father. (Y/N) had even called him “Dad.”

Lucifer really didn’t seem too devilish.

“Oh, good, you’re back,” said Em, waiting for (Y/N) in the doorway of the penthouse.

“Decker didn’t freak out seeing Lucifer,” said (Y/N). “So I wasn’t that needed.”

“You’re still going to squeeze him for cash, aren’t you?” said Em. (Y/N) smirk was devilish, and Em sighed. “You do know he’d spoil you for no reason, right?”

“Yeah, but this is more fun,” said (Y/N).

“Well, I really hate to ruin your fun, but I’m stealing you now,” said Em sarcastically.

“Huh?” said (Y/N).

“You haven’t been working your abilities,” said Em. She put her hands on her hips. “And unfortunately, I have to pick up your slack.”

“Wrong, I have been working my umbrakinesis,” said (Y/N).

“Have you even looked at your wings recently, though?” challenged Em. At (Y/N) silence, they rolled their eyes. “Right. Come on. There’s a bus leaving in ten minutes for some towns outside of Los Angeles. We’ll head there and practice.”

“Practice?” said (Y/N).

“Yeah. To fly,” said Em.

(Y/N) groaned. “What do I need to fly for?”

“You have wings. You could use them instead of making them useless,” shot back Em.

(Y/N) scowled. “Why are you teaching me? You can’t fly.”

“It’s me or Lucifer,” said Em.

“…You. I can insult you when I’m annoyed,” said (Y/N).

“Yeah, sure, Birdie,” said Em, flicking the feather necklace at (Y/N)’s neck.

“Alright, no one’s around,” said Em. “We can practice here.”

(Y/N) looked around at the tall canyon walls around them, keeping them in a protected bowl, away from the view of others. “How should I start?”

“Actually bring out your wings instead of always avoiding them,” said Em.

(Y/N) scowled, not liking the twist in their stomach as Em easily read their emotions and inner turmoil. “I don’t avoid them. They just…You know, I’m not human with them.”

Em stared at them. “You’re kidding, right?”

(Y/N) glared harder at her. “I was being honest!”

Em snorted. “You’re not human. So forget about that.”

“You can’t expect me to just accept that,” said (Y/N) incredulously.

Em leaned towards (Y/N). “You’re a Celestial, Birdie.”

“…What?”

Em rolled her eyes, and they put their hands on her hips. “You have abilities and wings. You’re a Celestial, Birdie.”

“How? I was born human,” said (Y/N).

Em had her suspicions that (Y/N) and Lucifer’s father-child relationship had affected (Y/N)’s humanity, but she wouldn’t be the one to point how that they were idiots for not realizing themselves. So, they just shrugged. “Who cares? It’s a fact that you have wings and powers. So come on, let’s use them.”

(Y/N) hesitated a moment longer before rolling their shoulders and letting their wings spread out. They were larger than last time, spreading out from their shoulder blades like a cloak of scarlet, each feather brilliant in the sunlight.

Em stared at them in awe for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, those are definitely full-grown. But who knows, if you grow more, they might, too.”

(Y/N) groaned. “I don’t need them bigger than this. Let’s just get to flying. How do I do that?”

Em and (Y/N) stared at each other in silence. Em shrugged. “Run?”

(Y/N)’s eyebrow twitched. “You didn’t have a plan?”

“I watched some bird videos,” said Em defensively. “Just trying running and jumping and focus on flapping your wings.”

“Fine, fine,” said (Y/N). “We don’t have a better idea.”

They took a few steps back, and Em moved to the side. Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) ran forward, trying to pick up speed, and jumped into the air. Their wings barely flapped, and they stumbled as they landed. Gritting their teeth, (Y/N) tried again. And again. And again.

“Yeah, my wings don’t like this,” said (Y/N). They looked up. “How does Lucifer fly?”

“He just…flaps his wings?” said Em.

(Y/N) felt ready to strangle the demon. “Without running?”

“Oh, yeah, I guess not,” said Em.

“I hate you,” said (Y/N).

Em smirked. “No, you don’t. That’s why you’re still here.”

(Y/N) hated that Em was right. “Fine. I’ll try Lucifer’s way.”

Standing still, they focused on their shoulder blades. They tried to extend their muscular awareness to the newly formed muscles in the wings sprouting from them. Slowly, their wings twitched and moved, flapping in the wind. It was shaky, but (Y/N) lifted off the ground.

“There you go, Birdie,” said Em encouragingly.

“Shit!” (Y/N) freaked out as they went up and let go of their control, falling back down.

Em caught them, and they both tumbled to the ground. They turned on the ground to look at each other and burst out laughing.

“Well, that sucked, but I got up,” laughed (Y/N).

“Yeah, up, up, and away,” snorted Em with a wide smile. “Let’s not take the nickname too seriously, Birdie.”

(Y/N) grinned and laughed.

And the pair lay there under the sun together before getting up and trying again. And again. And again. And if neither wanted to be the one to suggest finishing, then that was for them to know.

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