#the anon that Started the whole swap yeah sure I don’t fucking care if you don’t believe me anon

[plulp]

Eden swapped with Avery sounds like a nightmare for me idk why

Eden the businessman

Avery the hunter

Idk i really can’t think of anything - anon.com

thank you all three of you im so sorry it took me so long to do this i just had absolutely no ideas 😭😭😭😭😞😞😞 i hope you all like this!!!!

#asks #my art #anonymouse #the anon that Started the whole swap yeah sure I don’t fucking care if you don’t believe me anon #anon.com #guys we have got to start reeling in these anon names. #actually no just kidding we need to make them longer #thank you very much the anon tstwsysidfciydbm anon (acryonym) for sending the first ask i appreciate it very much :) #and anon.com im so sorry it took me so long to do this #you were completely and utterly right when you said sounds like a nightmare. it was a nightmare #i hope you like it #and to the anon that added some hcs. i owe you my life #without you i dont think i would have ever finished this #im sorry it took me so long #no more swaps okay not unless you have it all planned out #my brain isnt big enough to think up headcanons #eden the businessman #?????? #avery the hunter #????????????????? #oh and baileys there too

[tothemeadow]

THE REQUEST ARE OPEN AGAINN!! AHHHH CONTINUATION OF PILLAR BODY SWAP THANKYOUUUU

‘switch ‘em up pt. 4′ / Pillars x Reader (now with the Kamaboko Squad!)

warnings: none

words: 2,243

(a/n): I just wanna thank the lovely anon that gave me the idea to this plotline; it helped a lot!

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for reference: Giyuu/Shinobu | Gyomei/Mitsuri | Obanai/Tengen | Sanemi/Muichiro | Kyojuro/you

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“I’m not sure I understand entirely,” Tanjiro confesses, his eyebrows furrowing. “So you’re looking for some special type of herb?”

“Precisely,” Shinobu says.

Overhead, birds chirp and flood the skies, hopping from branch to branch and competing each other with their harmonies. A delicate breeze sweeps through the area, carrying loose leaves and the crisp smell of nature. On any other day, you’d love to come back; however, considering the circumstances, you’d rather not be here.

After much discussion on what should be done to return everyone to their normal bodies, Shinobu voiced an idea that may work – finding a special herb and using its medicinal properties. It’s a bit of a longshot, but it’s not like anyone else has any other better idea. And whether the others voiced it or not, everyone is secretly wishing that this magical plant will bring a miracle.

As such, you and the rest of the Pillars take the trip to Mount Sagiri; Tanjiro insisted he tag along since he knows the area well, plus he wanted to help. Of course, this meant traveling with his two friends, Zenitsu and Inosuke. Truthfully, it’s quite a crowd you’re traveling with, but it should prove to be useful to have extra eyes searching for the herb.

“Giyuu knows this area as well, so it shouldn’t be too hard to find it!” Tanjiro chirps, looking to his friend. Although Giyuu is still stuck inside Shinobu’s body, he looks away, a light blush dusting his face. “Plus, Urokodaki-san should be able to help us!”

“Wait, that old man who used to be the Water Pillar?” Tengen questions.

“Don’t disrespect him,” Giyuu abruptly snaps. The muscle in his jaw ticks. “That is all I ask.”

At that, Tengen lets out a drawn-out whistle. “Damn, alright. Don’t tear my head off, waterworks.”

“Waterworks? What kind of name is that?” Sanemi speaks up. “I think you’ve been inside of Obanai for too long, Tengen. Your insults are starting to turn lame.”

“Fuck you,” Obanai mutters.

“It’s not my fault Obanai doesn’t possess a flamboyant sense of humor!”

With a sigh, you watch on as Tengen, Sanemi, and Obanai start bickering. Frankly, you don’t know why they’re even putting in the effort. Everyone is stuck in a situation that they don’t like, so what’s the point?

Beside you, Zenitsu wrings his hands, an uneasy expression crossing his features. “Uh… Kyojuro? Wait, wait, sorry – (y/n)?” You hum in response. “Are all the Pillars this… tense? Like, normally?”

“Heh. Well, not really. Sanemi’s always got a stick up his ass, and Obanai’s just naturally edgy like that,” you tell him. As you look to him, it strikes you as odd to have to look down at him. You’ve otherwise grown used to the height difference, but it still takes you aback sometimes.

Zenitsu snickers. His unease melts away, his shoulders visibly relaxing. “When you put it that way, it sounds just like that moron Inosuke.”

“Oi! Who the fuck are you calling a moron?!” Inosuke barks.

Quirking an eyebrow, Zenitsu shoots you a bored look. “See what I mean?”

“We’re here!” Tanjiro exclaims.

Having been distracted from the short conversation with Zenitsu, you’ve completely ignored your surroundings. Cursing yourself internally for being so careless, you look ahead, taking in the sight of a small home with an even smaller garden next to it. So this must be Urokodaki’s home, huh? How quaint.

“This doesn’t really look like much,” Muichiro voices. Shifting his attention to Giyuu, he cocks his head. “So this is where you were trained?”

Giyuu nods stiffly. The look on his face – Shinobu’s face – is, well, vulnerable. You haven’t seen him show so much emotion before, and it’s a bit startling. If you’re being entirely honest, it looks as though he’s ready to throw up everything that’s inside his gut.

“It’s just as I remember!” Tanjiro chirps. “It’s nice up here, don’t you think? The air gets thinner from here on up, so please be careful when scaling the mountain.”

As if on cue, the door to the house slides open, revealing an elderly man with a tengu mask adorning his face. The air about him demands respect; it’s more than obvious that this very man was a Pillar, and a strong one at that. You watch on as Tanjiro and Giyuu step up towards the house before dropping into respectful bows. Tanjiro’s movements are much more fluid, more comfortable. Giyuu’s are more… wooden.

“Tanjiro, my boy!” Urokodaki greets. Ushering Tanjiro closer, he greets the young man with a hug. “…Who’s this fine lady with you?”

Tengen laughs.

“Urokodaki-san, it’s me,” Giyuu grumbles. “Giyuu…”

Although you can’t see Urokodaki’s face, you have a pretty good idea of what it’s like. The man falls silent, glances from him to Tanjiro, then he scans over the group behind him. Sure, you can’t blame him for being skeptical; a random swarm of people showing up to your house unexpectedly is bound to raise some questions. However, these are all Pillars he’s dealing with. This isn’t something to take lightly.

“Urokodaki-san,” Tanjiro begins, “we need your help. We’re not entirely sure how, but all the Pillars switched bodies with each other. It’s been like this for a number of days now, and we don’t know how long it’s supposed to last.”

After another moment or so of silence, Urokodaki sighs and crosses his arms. “Listen, kid, that seems a bit… much, don’t you think?”

“It might be some sort of Blood Art!” Tanjiro rushes. “Please, Urokodaki-san!”

Again, another sigh. “So everyone is in another body than their own? Haven’t heard of an ability like that before, but that doesn’t mean it’s not possible.” Nodding in Shinobu’s direction, he says, “So, that’s Giyuu’s body, but it isn’t him?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Shinobu tells him. “Believe me when I say I don’t want to be in Giyuu-san’s body more than I have to.”

“Ehhh?! What’s with all the talking!” Inosuke bursts. “You guys said you wanted to find a plant, not talk to some old coot!”

“Inosuke!” Tanjiro scolds, but he’s too late. In a blink of an eye, Giyuu practically materializes right before Inosuke, his fist colliding with Inosuke’s gut. There’s a loud groan of pain as Inosuke drops to the ground, his hands clutching onto his stomach. To the side, both Zenitsu and Tengen break out into fits of laughter.

“I told you not to disrespect him,” Giyuu grunts.

“Ohoho!” Kyojuro booms, just as loud as always. At this rate, he’s going to blow out your vocal cords before you can get them back. “How loyal, Giyuu! I’m impressed!”

Rolling your eyes, you break away from the group, opting to join Tanjiro. “Urokodaki-san,” you greet, giving a polite bow, “it’s a pleasure to meet you. Listen, I know this is a complicated situation, but we really need to find this plant. It’s crucial that we do.”

Urokodaki hums. “I know you – you’re Rengoku Shinjuro’s boy, aren’t you?”

“Huh? Well, technically – but I’m not Kyojuro. I’m (l/n) (y/n), the Wild Pillar.”

“You’re not? Figures. This whole “switched body” conundrum is making my brain work in ways it hasn’t worked in years.” Urokodaki waves a dismissive hand at you. “Whatever. If all of you are willing to look for such a plant, feel free to scale the mountain to your heart’s content. I’ll get dinner started.”

“Thank you so much!” Tanjiro chirps. After Urokodaki slides the door shut behind him, the two of you turn back to the others, smiles plastered on both of your faces. “Everyone – it’s time! Let’s turn you all back to normal!”

-

After hours of searching, no one has come up with anything. Granted, a vast variety of edible plants line the mountain – all of them useful in one way or another – but it’s not the dreaded silva you’re looking for. Shinobu said it was vine-like, with delicate leaves shaped like bells. The only you found worth of any interest was watching Inosuke eat almost every mushroom he could find and crack open acorns like they were nothing.

Soon, the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of peach and berry. The view was simply breathtaking, and you had to stop to take it in for a few moments.

“It’s always been like that,” Giyuu says quietly. Stopping next to you, he gazes at the setting sun, a wistful gleam in his eyes. “Most of the time, we were too busy training to watch it, though.”

Now that you think about it, Giyuu has been acting weird ever since arriving. Call it intuition, but you’re almost positive that he was feeling guilty about something. And he said we instead of I, so that only confirms your suspicion. Glancing around, you imagine a younger Giyuu descending the mountain, panting like crazy in the thin air, narrowly avoiding the numerous traps Urokodaki set up. If he experienced anything like the pain roaring in your back and sides right now, you’re amazed he dared to set foot back on this very mountain.

“Thinking back to simpler times, huh?” you ask, voice soft.

Giyuu scoffs. “The training was far from simple, but yeah. Things were a lot more different then.”

As if acting on its own, your arm slings itself around Giyuu, tugging him closer and holding him against your body. With him in Shinobu’s body, he’s so small, his head nestled against your chest. At first, he tenses up, but then slowly relaxes in your hold. Ever since switching bodies, you’ve noticed Kyojuro’s personality starting to bleed into yours. Hell, even his body is trying to one up you.

“I miss him,” Giyuu whispers.

Your heart drops to your stomach at his tone. “…Who?”

“Oi! Are you two just gonna stand there or are you coming back down?” Sanemi snaps.

Muttering a curse under your breath, you pull away, but you keep a hand on Giyuu’s forearm. “You’re helping me down, got it? This mountain gives me the creeps and I don’t want to get rammed by another damned log. Seriously – how did Urokodaki-san even set them up?”

Despite the saddened glint in his eyes, Giyuu manages to crack a smile.

-

The inside of Urokodaki’s house is cramped, but it’s also very homely. Scattered around the living area, each person more or less sticks to themselves, too much in pain to engage in lively conversation. Shinobu treats to the wounds, making sure bones are intact and intestines didn’t take too much of a beating. The only ones completely unaffected are Tanjiro and Giyuu, but that much is obvious.

“So what now?” Mitsuri asks. Still in Gyomei’s colossal body, she’s probably one of the Pillars that’s had the most trouble adjusting to her new form. “We’re not going to give up looking, are we?”

“I didn’t think it was this rare,” Shinobu admits. “Perhaps we were looking at the wrong spots on the mountain? It’s possible.”

“Take a breather before springing back into motion,” Urokodaki says. Sitting before the hearth, he absentmindedly prepares some tea. “Think, plan, then go about your business. A mindless game of hide and seek isn’t going to produce any results.

“Mmph! Mmph!” Nezuko agrees (or you think so, anyway). You’ve only met her a handful of times outside of her box, but you enjoy her company very much.

“Wait,” Shinobu suddenly says, snapping upright. “Urokodaki-san, what’s that you’re grinding up right now?”

Setting down his mortar and pestle, Urokodaki busies his hands with plucking apart wildflowers. “It’s silva. It grows right out here in my garden.”

At that, Shinobu’s draw drops. “By the gods-“ She facepalms, then, and groans. “That’s the herb we were looking for! You’re telling me that it’s been down here the entire time?!”

“Why didn’t you say what you were looking for?” Urokodaki says. “Could’ve saved a lot of time.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Sanemi curses.

“That wasn’t very flamboyant of you,” Tengen chimes in. “I agree with Sanemi – this is bullshit.”

Urokodaki shrugs. “And how is that my fault? You’re all Pillars, are you not? Shame on you for being unobservant.”

“Urokodaki-san, please,” Tanjiro says.

“Alright, alright, fine.” In a couple of minutes, he prepares the tea as planned and pours it into a number of ceramic cups. “Since you’re all on my ass about it, drink up.”

“Uh, should we really be drinking this…?” Zenitsu squeaks, staring down at his own cup.

“Stop being a pussy!” Inosuke cackles. Tipping his head back, he downs his tea in one go.

Everyone more or less follows suit, taking sips of their own tea. As you set your own cup down, you feel the beginning of a warm, pleasant sensation in your lower tummy.

“Hey, Shinobu?” Tanjiro asks. “Is the herb supposed to make you feel sleepy?” At his words, Nezuko slumps to the floor. One by one, all the others drop like flies, yourself included.

Some time passes before your eyes crack back open. The inside of Urokodaki’s house is dark; from the crickets chirping and an owl hooting nearby, you quickly realize that it’s nighttime, and it’s probably late. With a groan, you sit up, dragging a hand across your face in the process. Wait… that’s not your hand, and it’s not Kyojuro’s either. Squinting through the darkness, you’re able to make out slight details, but it’s enough to make your heart sink. The herb didn’t work.

You’re in Giyuu’s body instead.

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny pillars x reader #kny hashira x reader #kny pillars #kny hashira #request

[get-shiggy-with-it]

#1 Victory Royale

✧ pairing: college student!spinner x student!afab!reader

✧ word count: 4.4k

✧ warnings: college au/no quirks, light angst, mostly soft/fluff, smut, could be hate fucking if you squint, afab reader but no pronouns, this is pretty tame, by like my standards, I wrote this at work, not really a warning, but it felt like you needed to know that

✧ summary: relationships suck and Spinner is starting to think maybe he does too

✧ ao3 mirror

✧ a/n: Hey y'all, welcome back to more college au bs from me. This is set in the same universe once again as all my other college pieces. A very sweet anon asked if we'd ever get to see more of Spinner, so here he is! Also with another cameo from shiggy's bitch (endearing) cause I can't help myself.

“Ughhhhhh….”

Spinner’s groaning echoed through the tiny apartment, the heavy sound of creaking couch cushions under his weight following.

“What?” his long-suffering roommate shouted out their bedroom door, rapidly shoving clothing and a toothbrush into an overnight bag.

“Uggghhhhhhh!”

He let out with another, louder dying animal wail. He’d been like this since they woke up—wallowing in some strange concoction of self pity and Red Bull on the kitchen floor when they walked in for water two hours ago.

“Motherfucker,” they mumbled, tossing their bag to the floor and marching, more than a little disgruntled, into the hall. “What do you want?”

Spinner was sitting upside down on the couch now, feet up against the wall tapestry and cotton candy hair splayed out on the floor. He stared blankly as his friend came into view—arms crossed, frowning at him from the end of the hall—and opened his mouth once more, letting out another garbled grunt that had one of the neighbors pounding twice on the wall to shut his dramatic ass up.

“Dude seriously, are you gonna tell me who pissed in your cereal or are you just gonna scream until the guys next door kick a hole through our wall?”

They almost felt bad as he looked away, sniffing and letting himself slump farther off the sofa until he was sprawled completely on the hardwood and staring, glassy eyed, up at the ceiling.

When he finally spoke a full sentence, his gaze was locked on the water stain above him from a year ago when the upstairs neighbors flooded their apartment trying to make jungle juice in the bathtub.

“I don’t know, I’m just in my feels as the kids say,” he sounded so dejected—strange for someone who was perpetually energized to a frustrating degree—that their shoulders immediately slumped from a hardass square to a softer, more sympathetic angle

They padded over to join him on the floor.

“Care to elaborate, oh roomie of mine?”

There was a pause and Spinner tapped his nails against the hardwood idly before responding.

“I guess I’m just feeling, like, fucking I don’t know,” he sighed, knocking his head against the dusty boards, “left out I guess? That’s not quite right, but it’s just Magne mentioned last time she came to The League meeting that Jin was seeing somebody and it just got me all introspective and weird…”

“Hm,” his roommate hummed thoughtfully and studied the way the textured white ceiling gave way to the rings of brown water damage, like a dead and dying flower, “I thought you and Jin weren’t ever that serious?”

“We weren’t,” Spinner groaned again and rubbed his eyes. “We went on like, one date a year ago and I haven’t thought about it really at all since then. I’m not sure why hearing he’s got someone else now made me so fucking...jealous I guess.”

“I mean, maybe you just never really gave yourself the time to process it?” they asked and received only an annoyed huff and accompanying groan. “Sorry, should have asked if you were looking for advice or just wanting to rant. My bad.”

“No, it’s fine. I think it’s just…”

Spinner trailed off and they shifted as the hard floor bit at their back and made it ache. The muscles were sore already as it was, and Tomura blowing their fucking back a few times a week wasn’t really helping. They’d created some kind of perpetually horny monster, but something told them cracking a joke about it wasn’t really going to help the situation much. Thankfully, Spinner found his way to filling the silence a minute later.

“I don’t think it has anything specifically to do with Jin. Yeah I liked him, we’re still really good friends and I don’t feel like I need him to be more than that. It’s just that—and this is gonna make me sound like a massive asshole—but with you and your new fucking boyfie and now even Jin finding someone to date I just keep seeing reminders everywhere of how motherfucking isolated I am.”

“Oh,” they felt their face burn a bit, guilt frothing as they were forced to acknowledge the fact that in all the time they’ve spent holed up with Tomura, Spinner had been discarded like an old Steam game, bought impulsively on sale and never played again. “I’m sorry I haven’t been prioritizing you—”

“No, no, no shut the fuck with that,” he waved his hand to cut them off and pushed himself up on his palms. “I know I’m not being fair about it, and I really am happy for you guys, but idk man….I just feel like I’m never gonna find that you know?”

Beside him, his roommate remained sprawled out on the floor like a homicide tape outline and was just as deadly quiet.

“I just,” he continued, running an angry hand through his hair, “I know I could be such a good partner. Like I’m funny and I’m not a fucking creep, which is actually a plus to most people.”

He shot a side glance down and they rolled their eyes, sitting up and knocking his shoulder roughly till he toppled back to the dirty floor and they stood above him.

“Fuck off,” they chuckled.

His roommate watched as the laughter seemed to infect him like a bad cold, creeping down the back of his throat and shaking in his chest.

“No I’m serious, I would be such a fucking great boyfriend. I give goddamn top quality cuddles and I actually know how to do laundry, what more does one need truly?”

“Damn bro, you’ve known how to fold your own clothes this whole time?”

The giggling spread into the quiet space, rocking through both their shoulders and leaving the air feeling light—fresh like the first nights of Spring. When it finally petered out into friendly silence, they were both far lighter.

“I just like the way you fold my t-shirts, the sleeves don’t get those weird creases when you do it,” he muttered and stood, doing his best to fix the wild pink locks that stood on end from his fidgeting.

“Yeah I’m sure,” his roommate rolled their eyes and turned back down the hall.

When they left for the night to stay over with their boyfriend, Spinner tried not to acknowledge the way he subconsciously glared at their back as they walked out the door, skipping yet another League meeting to swap spit with that guy from their English class.

He tried even harder not to think of how their bed would be warm and their legs would have legs to tangle with, their chest have a chest to lay against, while he heated up instant noodles in the microwave and fell asleep alone on their living room couch.

Not to mention that tonight was the big tournament with that new group on campus. He was really banking on his bff (best fucking friend as they were always sure to clarify) and him teaming up to crush those assholes from The Commission or whatever they called themselves.

Fucking lame as shit name in his opinion.

In any case, he’d have to settle for Magne again, and she was such a loose cannon they were sure to get their asses handed to them. She was a great fucking tank, he’d be the first to admit, but strategy was not a strong point of hers and they desperately needed that tonight.

He could feel the sinking weight of failure rolling in the pit of his stomach already even as he dragged himself into his room to tug on an old pair of jeans.

It bothered him way more than it should, the idea of losing some gaming tournament that, by all means held little to no actual significance.

Spinner knew the stock he’d started placing in games was growing to an unhealthy degree.

He knew that.

But self awareness rarely did anything to alleviate the irrational fear of failing at one of the only remaining consistencies in his life.

It stung worse when the tournament kicked off and by the third round, Spinner was the only remaining League member in the brackets.

“Fucking shit…” he muttered to himself, the small basement room alight with the blue glow of the monitor and the sound of frantically smashing controllers.

Behind him on the couch—stolen long ago from the theater building—Magne held him by the shoulders as he grit his teeth and leaned into the movement of his avatar on screen.

“You got this babe,” she shouted, cheek pressed up to his ear. “Make ‘em eat shit for me!”

“I would if you stopped distracting me,” Spinner hissed back.

Really it wasn’t Magne’s aggressive and somewhat bloodthirsty style of encouragement that shook his focus so badly.

It was his opponent.

The fucking president of The Commission sat, thighs spread and pressed to his, resting your weight on your elbows and snarling beside him in the couch.

Your face was split in this heart stopping grin as you quite deftly dodged all his attempts to get a hit in and managed to land a few of your own in the process.

And you looked really hot doing it.

Which was definitely just a side effect of the punch he (didn’t) drink and the body heat fueled temperature of the room—sweaty skin against sweaty skin making his mind wander against his will.

The shifting in his seat was absolutely just to illogically make him move faster and had nothing to do with how tight his pants now seemed.

So much for not being a fucking creep.

Your teammates were gathered in a circle behind you, enraptured and exuding the kind of smug confidence that said quite clearly The League was fucked from the second they walked in.

Not even two minutes later your hands were thrown up, punching the air and your team piling over the back of the couch to drown you in a sea of celebratory limbs.

Spinner felt himself deflating even as he was toppled off the couch by your screaming members and The League collectively cursed in the background.

Truthfully he’d known the chances of winning were slim.

Ever since his roommate started getting busy with classes and clubs that ‘looked good on their resume,’ The League had gone downhill rapidly. It was a problem since long before that Shigaraki guy swooped in and stole them away, but Spinner couldn’t stop himself from lowkey holding that against him.

The League had consumed so much of his life in college, functioning as a haven where he was finally respected and belonged to an extent he’d never experienced before.

The stink of failure and loss, not of the game but the only space he’d ever really occupied without complaint, burned his face and made the room feel more suffocating than usual.

Magne looked as though she wanted to give him one of her signature—and admittedly very comforting—hugs, but the deadly look of disappointment on Spinner’s face must have made her think twice.

The rest of his team seemed to read this sudden downward shift in the room as they began to filter out, climbing the steps onto street level and away from the suddenly stuffy, uncomfortable meeting spot. Normally everyone would stay and finish off the drinks snuck past the janitorial staff, eating Doritos until well past midnight. This time they couldn’t wait to be rid of him.

He couldn’t really blame them.

The multimedia building was a strange place after hours. Once Spinner might have called it something rare and liminal, now it felt more like a prison.

He stood, packing up the consoles a bit more roughly than necessary when someone cleared their throat behind him.

He turned to see you, standing alone with hands on your hips and scowling like you were the one who just got their gaming reputation ruined.

“Dude what the fuck was that?”

Spinner bristled at the knife sharp point of your tone.

“Really?” he asked incredulously. “You seriously waited around to rub your win in my face?”

You rolled your eyes and took a step closer around the couch. “I’m not talking about the fucking game dumbass. Why the hell are you pouting like I stole your fucking candy or some shit? You ruined the vibes man.”

“If anyone was ruining the vibes, it was you and your cocky ass team.”

Spinner felt himself stepping closer too, pulled in by the celestial weight that accompanied any kindling argument.

“Me?” you pointed to your chest and scoffed, “Wow, I was really hoping you’d actually possess a bit of emotional maturity, but if this is how you get after a loss I’m not shocked your fucking club is bleeding members.”

At some point the two of you had gravitated close enough that he felt the puff of your last breath on his cheeks. Two comets, ready and willing to collide.

“I’m not being the asshole in this situation, you know that right?” Spinner glared down his nose at you, heart pounding in his ears. “Maybe you shouldn’t make fucking unfounded assumptions about people you don’t know.”

“So then why are your panties in a twist over a fucking game?” you retorted.

He was peripherally aware that your eyes had taken on the same laser focused quality as they had during the last round. Determined and locked onto him without sparing a glance to anything else.

It was this same undivided attention that he’d envied in you as you played, and as Spinner felt it trained on him, his pants once again felt uncomfortably restrictive.

“It’s not about the fucking game okay!?” his voice came out hoarse and far more petulant than he’s been aiming for.

Though he quickly felt the embarrassment give rise to a secondary heat as you both breathed each other’s air and searched the face across from you.

“Then what is it about?”

That strange, unexplainable, inexplicable rush of potential filled the small gap that remained between your bodies—the kind of tension Spinner was beginning to think he’d never feel again.

He’d kissed plenty of people. Almost more than he’d like to admit, or that they’d like to admit more accurately.

But when his flickering eyes found your hard stare still and unwavering from his, it felt incredibly natural to lean in and press his lips against your fading frown.

It was slow going, the few centimeters that separated you seemed like miles as he moved slowly, never breaking eye contact until his mouth was finally slotted over yours and you weren’t pushing him away.

There was still a bit of lingering confusion, as this was decidedly not what either of you appeared to be expecting from the prior conversation. That coupled with the fact that Spinner wasn’t entirely sure he remembered your first name made the feeling of your tongue prodding at the seam of his lips all the more startling.

When he gasped, you slid your hands up his chest and licked into his mouth. Tongue tangling between breaths, Spinner felt himself getting lost in the familiar and coveted taste of another mouth, another body, another hand that grasped, that desired, that wanted him.

***

Your knees dug into the cushions on either side of Spinner’s thighs as you bounced in his lap. He fought to keep his eyes open against the pleasure of his cock sinking into you over and over again, so he could watch the way your head was thrown back and your chest heaved with the exertion.

He dug his hands into your hips and let his head hit the back of the couch, feet planted on the floor to help his hips thrust up into you, earning him some of the prettiest, stifled moans he’d ever heard.

Truthfully, he had not expected to fuck you. He figured you might be down to just make out for a bit until the cleaning staff came and booted you from the building, but both your pants had quite quickly and naturally found their way to the floor.

Neither of you spoke much, which he was thankful for. That would have been far too complicated of a conversation, especially considering you really didn’t know each other all that well.

Spinner usually liked to do a bit of ‘getting to know you’ type activities before he hooked up with people, which he did with surprising frequency for somebody so starved for a long term thing. Sex just fucking felt good and it was this eagerness that was his downfall. Most people he’d fucked around with seemed to read the urge to get into their pants as a diminished interest or emotional attraction and Spinner ended up with more friends with benefits than actual friends...or benefits.

Regardless, it was fine by him that the only form of communication passing between you for now were scattered groans of pleasure and the wet slap of your ass against his thighs.

He’d nearly forgotten how fucking amazing pussy felt.

For no particular reason, Spinner had always found himself fooling around with bodies more similar to his own. Not that he had any real preference, though the lack of experience often made him a bit nervous in the whole ‘pleasing your partner’ department, despite many helpful lessons from his roommate.

That was all to say that Spinner was incredibly thankful you reached down to guide his hand that had clumsily begun rubbing circles on your clit. That is until you simply knocked it away and went back to riding his dick like a fucking champ.

Then he did speak.

“Wanna make you cum,” he mumbled and really did sound like he was pouting this time.

You peered down at him, slowing your pace so you sat flush in his lap, grinding his cock deep against your walls. Spinner keened as you clenched around him, pussy so deliciously warm he felt himself near to drowning in the feel of you.

“Mm fuck,” you panted, leaning in to steal a few more messy kisses from him before lifting up and enveloping him in the slick heat all over again. “Don’t worry about it.”

“No,” he nipped at the column or your throat, careful not to leave any lasting marks just in case. “If I’m finishing, you’re fucking finishing.”

You pulled back and stared at him for a moment. He felt you purposefully tightening around him just so he would squirm under your curious gaze. After a moment you smirked and rolled your eyes again, taking his hand and guiding his fingers back to that little nub just above where his thick length was seated inside you.

Spinner was proud of his dick, it was hefty but not so long that it was a hassle to fit—just enough to reach all the important bits. He was sensitive as hell too most of the time, so just about any pressure felt amazing. But the best part of it was watching whoever he was fucking fall apart on his goddamn perfect cock.

So when you whispered, “Like this,” and showed him the rhythm and motion you liked, he pulled himself back from the brink to pay attention, speeding up until that look of cooled control slid right off your face.

“Ahh, yes fuck...” the words tumbled from you freely now. “Shit, yeah just like that—”

Spinner could get fucking drunk off the low groan that left you as he planted his feet more firmly and bucked his hips up. He must have hit something good by the way you choked and moaned boarding on too loud, though he had neither the heart nor self control to stop you.

“Feel good?” he grunted, picking up the pace and force he thrust into you, so that you had to loop your arms around his neck and hold tightly as he speared you on his cock.

“Fuck...yes..” you whimpered into his shoulder which did wonders for his ego.

Spinner kept up his rubbing frantic patterns on your clit and feeling the gradual constriction of your walls around him—the coil growing tight and ready to snap. He nudged your cheek with his until you pulled back a bit to face him.

“I want to see you,” he murmured, sucking your tongue into his mouth for a moment and tearing himself away so he could watch as you came undone around him.

You gave him a strange, soft look and pressed your forehead to his, eyes zoned in on only him.

The rest of the room, the whole fucking basement and campus melted away under that stare.

Your nipples peaked through your shirt, brushing against his as you were jostled into him by the movement of your hips. As you reached your peak, words devolved into increasingly breathy gasps. It took Spinner an incredible amount of concentration not to fucking paint your insides then and there.

Your pussy was so goddamn tight and warm and milking him just right, it was a fucking impressive feat to remain staunchly at the edge of his peak as your mouth fell open and your fingernails scratched at his back when you finally came—the telltale spasms around his cock and the near sobs coming from you more than enough indication.

He lost himself well and truly then.

Lost in the false sense of intimacy that came with being allowed to see you fall apart, this person he barely knew yet made him feel immensely important in that moment. Your breath and spit was in his mouth, the smell and feel of you soaking his length pushed him beyond the realm of conscious thought.

There was only a deep and burning need to be closer to you. So, so much closer.

His hands moved of their own accord, hooking under your thighs and flipping your bodies so your back hit the cushions and he hovered above you. The angle allowed him to slide deeper, pulling out and thrusting his hips in fast, hard strokes that hurtled him towards release.

Spinner couldn’t keep himself quite now either, panting and moaning and gasping unashamedly with his eyes screwed shut as you took his cock so unbelievably well.

It wasn’t until your hands, softer than he’d imagined, cupped his jaw and pulled him down to meet you that he was brought back down from whatever higher plane of existence his impending orgasm whisked him too.

Your lips weren’t nearly as frantic as the rocking of his thighs, the slap of his balls against your ass. The sweetness was an odd but welcome contrast.

“I’m gonna—fucking mm...” he tried so hard to get his tongue to form the words but he could feel himself slipping further as you started clamping around his length again.

“I know,” you breathed against his lips, faces pressed together and unmoving eyes steady on his own. “Ahh, inside if you want.”

He did want.

Oh fuck did he want nothing more in that moment to stay sunk in your warmth and pump you so full, but the last few remaining logical braincells reminded him that was not a great idea. Not without a more in-depth conversation neither of you was in a state to have.

“Shouldn’t...” he groaned and moved to pull out but your ankles locked around his ass and forced him back down.

“It’s okay,” you huffed and rocked into him, squeezing around the sensitive head of his dick just once, just right and that did him in.

It was something in the way you looked at him, so that he could feel nothing but secure—nothing but safe wrapped up in you. Something about the way you pressed him closer, in the movement of your thumb on his cheek.

It scratched some deep seated, lonely itch in Spinner.

Made it feel like this meant a hell of a lot more than it probably did.

In seconds he was blowing his fucking load right into you, milking himself in your heat until he was spent and overstimulated. You were kind enough to pull him to you, turning your bodies so you laid side by side on the coach, his softening cock slipping from you in a gush of release.

For a minute or so, neither of you spoke, just stared, long and comfortable at the stranger you’d just fucked on the gaming club couch.

Well.

Fucked wasn’t really the word he’d use at that point to describe what you’d just done, but anything more than that felt presumptuous.

You broke the silence as he nuzzled into your palm.

“You really needed that didn’t you?”

Spinner couldn’t help the familiar, infectious laugh that rattled in his chest. He liked the smile it earned him, far more genuine than any others you’d worn that night.

“Uh, yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

You hummed, nodding in response. “Mm, me too.”

And somehow, for no real logical reason, Spinner knew you understood. That you felt the same isolation, the same starvation for love, for holding weight in someone else’s world.

That the games were just a placeholder, a way to fill the space, to get lost in other lives, in other stories where he did matter. Where his actions had foreseeable and measurable worth. That’s why it hurt to lose. Not for the glory, but for the destruction of the only remaining diversion from how empty his reality felt.

Even if it wasn’t really.

Even if there were friends and benefits and friends who offered both. His roommate could let him rest his head in their lap on movie nights or sleep in his bed on occasion when the heat went out and he got cold too quickly. But none of that quite filled the hole like you now, holding his face and knowing the struggle without him having to explain it.

Nothing like you pulling him in and kissing him too familiarly for someone he’d only known a day.

Magne used to say something about shit like this. Something like how people bond in train cars when there’s a rat eating a slice of pizza and you all watch it happen. Some weird camaraderie forged in the shared experience of life being a little fucking freaky a lot of the time.

That was how it felt when you slipped your leg between his and brushed your lips together again. Content to lay, half naked in the media building basement, making out with some guy you beat at Smash and fucked right after.

Reveling in the brief but meaningful feeling of mattering in some small, strange way to someone else.

Of holding weight.

Of being held.

#spinner x reader #shuichi iguchi x reader #spinner x y/n #spinner x you #college au #mha angst #student!reader

[navalcriminalimagines]

from NYC to DC

request: I was hoping to request a Barbra x reader where the reader and him have a really bad break up (honey make it angst asf I’m in the mood for that atm lmao don’t know why ) and they transfer because of it to NCIS (ouuuu cross over ) and they are happy and with her son/daughter.

author’s note: anon, again, thank you for your request!!! i hope you’ll have as much fun as i had writing this! that’s definitely not how i pictured it at first but inspo kept coming along the way!! maybe... just maybe, if you guys want it, i could make this a series... if you’re interested :) 

words: 4,840

warnings: making out, slight smut, betray, cheating

tags: @averyhotchner​

6 weeks.

6 weeks since you and your husband hasn’t been intimate. And it was way too long for you.

You and Rafael had been together for almost 9 years, married for 5, with a 4 years old little boy. Your record with any sexual activity was 3 months and to be fair, it was after you gave birth to Eduardo.

It’s been 6 weeks now, you had no idea why and you couldn’t wait another day. When you arrived at the office, you let your boss know you were taking your afternoon off. There’s nothing your team can’t take care of, so he agreed.

Right after, you texted your mother-in-law Lucia, asking her if she could take Edu for the night, maybe until Sunday. The plan was not to leave the bed and your husband’s naked body until you had to.

Before going home, you stopped to buy some lingerie. Tonight needs to be perfect, and what’s better than surprising your husband with new spicy lingerie?

You spent the afternoon cleaning the apartment, cooking Rafael’s favorite Cuban dish and preparing yourself. You looked at yourself in the mirror, with the lingerie on, wondering if you were the problem. Is he not attracted to you anymore? Obviously your body changed after you gave birth, but it never seemed to bother him before. Why now? Rafael never left you this long without touching and kissing your body, letting you know how much he loves you and wants you. Why doesn’t he do that anymore? What’s wrong with you?

A bit before 6, you texted your husband, asking what time he’s coming home. That’s something you often do, so there would be no surprise there.

Dunno, 8 maybe. He answered. But you couldn’t until 8.

Edu’s asking for you... could you make it for dinner? You sent.

Sure :)

Perfect. You made last minute prep before he got there. You curled your long hair just like he loves it, you only had mascara on, to make your blue eyes look bigger. You heard him coming home and looked at yourself one last time in the mirror. If nothing happens, something’s really wrong, you told yourself.

Rafael had a confused look on his face. His son was nowhere to find, the apartment smelled like ropa vieja. Candles were lit, and a bottle of wine was waiting on the coffee table. “Y/N?” He called.

“Hey handsome!” You emerged from the hallway, with a smile on your face. You looked gorgeous. You had Rafael’s favorite green dress on, his heart sunk. He stopped breathing for a moment.

“Wait, what day it is?” He asked.

“No particular day, Raf, don’t worry,” you chuckled and walked to him. “Just want a nice night with my husband,” you put your arms his neck and kissed him softly.

“Love the sound of that,” he smiled. “Love the smell too,” he kissed you again.

“I made your favorite,”

He laughed, “I wasn’t talking about the food. Although it does smell good. But I meant your scent,” Rafael gently kissed your shoulder and you heard him breath in your scent, “Victoria’s Secret bare vanilla,” he said, with his head hide in your neck.

“Oh! Talk dirty to me,” you chuckled. When he emerged from your neck, you took a moment to look at him, at his face, his eyes, his mouth... “I miss you, Raf,”

His eyebrows clenched together. “I’m here, amor. Always been,” he said.

“I know. I-it’s just—“ you shook your head, “Nevermind. Wine?” You offered and he nodded.

The night began well. You had small talks over dinner, Rafael enjoyed the dish you made. “It gets better every time,” he told you. But things went south pretty quickly when you took him to the bedroom. You made him sit on the edge of the bed and started to undress in front of him. “¡Coño!” You heard him. You smiled and continued the show until you were in your lingerie. “New?” He asked and you nodded.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said. He sat on his lap and started to kiss him deeply. You felt his hands on your body and gosh how you missed his touch and his kisses.

You couldn’t feel his crotch growing between your legs. You didn’t think further about it first, and you laid him down on the bed. You unhooked his belt, undid his button and put his pants down. You softly touched him through the fabric, waiting for his cock to react. Still nothing. Rafael wasn’t looking at you anymore, he was focused on the ceiling, as if he was wanting for this to be over.

“You okay over there?” You asked, a bit worried.

“Yeah, yeah. Keep going,” he answered.

You did as he said. You freed his cock and went to suck him. You did everything you usually do but nothing. There was no reaction. “Rafael? Something’s wrong?” You were already frustrated and it was getting worse.

“Lo siento, amor. I don’t know what’s happening,” Rafael sat back on the bed and put his boxer brief back on. He had a very sad look on the bed. You were lost. Is he really not attracted to you anymore? You sat in front of him, held his hand and tried to avoid the tears that were threatening to come out.

“Talk to him, my love. Do you not want me anymore?” You asked.

“No! Of course not! I do,” he interjected.

“I want to believe you but—your body says otherwise,” you said. “It never happened before, no matter how exhausted you were,”

He sighed but stayed silent. You saw a single tear running down his cheek. You closed the gap between you and your husband and hugged him. Rafael had his face buried in your chest, and you felt he was crying. “Baby, tell me what’s going on, please,” you begged.

“I’m so sorry, amor,” he cried, “so sorry,” he repeated.

“What for? Tell me,” you softly grabbed his face in your hand and forced him to look at you. “What are you sorry for?” You asked again. Still crying, he opened his mouth to talk but closed it immediately. “Rafael, please,” you begged again.

“It meant nothing, Y/N. It was a stupid mistake, one terribly stupid mistake and I feel so bad,” understanding what it was trying to tell you, you let go off his hands, taking an inch away from him. Disgust was obvious on your face. But you couldn’t say anything, this can’t be true. It can’t be happening. “Amor, I swear—“

“Shut up!” You exclaimed. There was so many things going through your mind at this very moment, you didn’t even know where to begin. Your heart was beating so fast, you swore it was coming out off your chest. Rafael tried to grab your hands but you swapped them away.

“Who?” You choked up.

“Does it matter?”

You stood up and started to put your clothes back on. “You bet your ass it does! I wanna know who that bitch is! You’ll take care of your case later! But don’t put your hopes high, you ruined our fucking marriage!”

“No, no!” Rafael interjected and jumped from the bed. He grabbed your arms to stop you from putting a sweater on. Your whole body was shaking from anger. Rafael saw something in your eyes he never saw before. Indeed, he knew he ruined the relationship. “There’s a way I can make you forgive me. It has to. We can’t—“

“We can’t what, Rafael?” You snapped. “End our relationship? Destroy our marriage, our family? I believe that’s what you did!” You pushed him aside so you could walk out of the bedroom. Rafael briefly lost his balance and found himself on the bed but he immediately went back on his feet and followed you. He grabbed you by your waist, preventing you from going further. He didn’t have time to say something, “I can’t believe I’ve been so stupid!” You weren’t really talking to your husband, but more letting your anger out, “Here I was, trying to understand what was happening. Asking myself why we didn’t have sex for weeks, thinking it was maybe my fault, that something was wrong with me, or with my body— I spent the entire afternoon preparing this night, so we could find each other again, so that it was just us. Just you and me—“ Rafael was holding you from behind, you didn’t have the strength to fight his grip. You were both crying, “I can’t believe you did this, Rafael. And for what? To empty your fucking balls?”

“I know I have no excuses,” Rafael had buried his head in your back, still holding you. He didn’t want to let go off you. He was scared that if he let you go, you would never come back. Maybe he was onto something. “I don’t know why I did it. I want to say it was because of alcohol, because I had a few drinks but, it doesn’t change anything, I know it,”

“You damn right it doesn’t,” you said, still crying. His hands were locked in your front, you took a look at his wedding band. How could he ruin your vows? Your promises?

“Please, amor,” this made you lose it. Being a federal agent makes you much stronger than him, so you didn’t struggle to get out off his arms.

“Do not ‘amor’ me, Rafael. You lost that right. You lost when you fucked that bitch. Hell, you lost it when your lips—“ you couldn’t finish your sentence. That thought of him with someone else makes you sick in your stomach. Rafael could see it on your face.

“I will do anything to make you forgive me, Y/N. I swear—“ he paused. “do you want me to get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness? Cause I’ll do it,” you saw him starting to kneel.

“Don’t even—“ you warned him and he stopped on his tracks. “We’ve been together for almost 10 years and you know me better than anyone. You know that cheating is a deal breaker,”

“Yes, I do. But—“ he tried.

“There’s no ‘but’, Rafael. I will never trust you again. I will never be able to look at you, to—kiss you or do anything, without thinking of what you did,”

“What does that mean?” He had this terribly sad look on his face, as if the world was ending. But it’s all on him. You can’t feel guilty about what you’re going to say.

“It’s over. We’re done,”

Rafael did beg for several minutes. At some point, he was getting so weak from the cries and the pain, he fell on his knees and held onto your waist. He apologized too many times you could count, he made promises, offers. He was willing to do anything so you could forgive him. But you couldn’t. Not now, not ever.

Neither of you slept that night. You couldn’t even look at him anymore. You didn’t know where to go, or what to do but you needed some fresh air. “Where you going?” Rafael asked when he saw you putting on your shoes.

“None of your damn business,” you slammed the door behind you.

After that, it all happened quickly. You did your best not to alarm your son but he noticed he wasn’t seeing his parents together anymore. You spent half your time at your best friend’s place. You focused on your job and your son, doing your best to avoid Rafael.

There was one thing you needed to know; who he cheated on you with. It didn’t take you long to figure out it was his coworker Olivia Benson. Rafael and you always made important not to mix professional and personal life, which is why you only met her a few times.

One night, you waited for her next to her car. You didn’t care she was a Lieutenant, and that you were in front of her precinct, just like you didn’t care when you saw that she wasn’t alone. Sonny Carisi was walking her to her car when you emerged from the dark.

“Mrs Barba, hey!” The detective greeted you, “if you’re looking for your husband, he’s not here. Also, what’s wrong with him lately? He’s been more annoying than usual,” he smiled.

“You’re about to find out, detective,” on those words, you didn’t think twice before throwing a punch right into Olivia’s jaw and nose. It put all your strength in it, she lost her balance and thankfully for her, Sonny caught her. Was he supposed to arrest you? What was happening? “Next time you want to screw up with an ADA, chose a single one. But don’t worry now, he fucking is,” you just said and left.

“Lieu, what do I—?” Sonny asked, confused.

“Let her go, Carisi,” Olivia answered, holding her bloody nose, “You better not say a single word about this. To anyone,”

“How’s my favorite New Yorker agent?” Tobias Fornell greeted you with a hug. All the people you work with notice that something was wrong but no one dared to ask. You met Tobias a few years ago on the job, you immediately hit it off and he became a close friend. So close that it’s in his arms that you let go your pain, and cried every tear you had left. “Not so great, apparently,” he whispered. Fornell let you cry and calm down in his arms. “Wanna talk about it?”

You explained everything during a coffee break. A part of him wanted to go find and beat the crap out of Rafael. He probably would have done it if you didn’t have a little boy with him. Edu doesn’t deserve to see his father with cuts and bruises.

“What do you want to do now?” He asked.

“I have no idea. I need some time away from New York I think. Everything here makes me thing of him and I—I can’t deal with it,”

“Will ‘some time away’ be enough? I mean—if you’re up for a big change, NCIS team is one man down,”

At first, you refused. You weren’t ready for a change that big... until you broke into tears in front of a theater on Broadway, where Rafael took you for your first date. You couldn’t stay in New York. So you called Tobias and asked if NCIS had found someone. They hadn’t.

Since the breakup, you just dropped Eduardo in front of the apartment’s door, waited for Rafael to open and immediately left. This time you got in, to your husband’s surprise. His hopes went straight back up. You asked your son to go into his bedroom for a moment so you could talk with Rafael.

“How are you?” He asked, not sure it was the right move.

“Let’s not do that. I just want to let you know I’m moving to DC. With Edu—“

“Wait, what? No, there’s no—“

“I’m not asking for your permission, Rafael. I’m telling you. You’ll see your son every time you want to, DC is just a 3 hours train ride, okay? I can’t stay here. Not only you ruined our marriage, our family but you also ruined New York for me,”

“I—I can understand that, Y/N. But DC? Can’t you move somewhere I can see my son right after work if I want to?”

“Work opportunity,” you answered.

“What if I want him to stay here with me? And that you’re the one to comes on weekend to see him?” Rafael was on papa bear mode. He starts to understand you won’t ever forgive him, and he’s willing to accept it, no matter how bad it hurts. It’s all on him. But taking his son away? That’s a total different thing.

“If that’s what you want, hire a fucking lawyer. I’m leaving next week,”

Before you left the apartment you and Rafael shared for years, the apartment where Edu spent the first four years of his life, you did something that broke his heart for good. You left your wedding band on the coffee table.

* * *

Fornell welcomed you and your son in his house until you found a place of your own. You had a babysitter on demand with Emily. Eduardo likes her a lot already.

“Who is she again?” Tony asked his boss.

“A friend of Fornell. She was a FBI agent in New York, and now she’s with us,”

“You owned him something?” 

Tony quickly regretted judging you without meeting you first. He didn’t like the idea of a complete stranger joining the team, but a few hours after your arrival, he knew he was wrong. You are lovable and you know your job. “Let’s go downstairs so you can meet Abby, Ducky and Palmer,” Gibbs told you and you followed him. Never in the world you had such a warm welcoming as the one Abby gave you. “I made this for you,” she offered you a sweater, “And Fornell told me your son loves to play to dress up, so I made him--this,” she showed off a dress that looked a little gothie. “It was one of my dress that I don’t wear anymore. I made a few adjustments and hopefully, it will suit--Eduardo?” 

“Yes, but everybody calls him Edu. When I call him Eduardo, he knows it’s trouble,” you chuckled and took the dress from her, “He is going to love it! Thank you so much, Abigail, you didn’t have too,” 

“Wow, she called me Abigail,” she said, looking at Gibbs. “Only Ducky does. But I can get used to it, coming from you too,” she smiled. 

The next day you showed her a picture of Edu wearing the dress. Indeed he was loving it, he asked to sleep with it. 

As you were looking for apartment, you realized you could actually make a dream of yours come true and buy a house. Your own house. New York didn’t give this opportunity. The houses the city had to offer didn’t look like real houses to you, that’s why you agreed with Rafael on buying an apartment on Park Avenue. But this was a new life. This is the time. You started to settle up, to know how much you could loan to the bank. Considering you had to buy every fourniture, a new car, and have something to eat in the fridge, it appeared impossible. For a moment you regretted no asking for an alimony and you growled at yourself.

“Everything okay over there?” you heard Gibbs asking from his desk. It was 9pm and you and him were the only ones left.

“Why are property prices so high?” you asked and you heard him chuckle.

“That’s why I’m glad I bought my house years ago,” Gibbs stood up and walked up to your desk. “Want to buy a place?” 

“I thought it could be the time, but when I see the prices, everything I have to buy and my salary--it doesn’t match,” 

“No alimony?” 

“Hell no. Rafael wanted to, at least for Edu, but I told him that if he wants to give money to his son, he can do it when he’s visiting and put it on his bank account,” 

“Your 4 years old has a bank account?” Gibbs smiled.

“For when he’ll be older, yeah. We never know what can happened,” 

Your boss took a quick look at your computer, “What about that house?” he said. You were looking for houses on sell online, you stopped on a house. Not for what it looked like but for the price.

“It’s a smoking ruin, Gibbs. I clicked on it because that’s the best I can actually pay for,” you showed him the pictures of the house. 

“With some handy work, we can make something of it,” he said.

“We?” 

“You, me, Fornell, and probably the rest of the team if you ask them,”

“That ain’t gonna happen,” 

Turns out, the next day when you arrived in the bullpen, everyone was there, looking at the screen. “’Grab your gear’?” you said, approaching your fairly new team. 

“More like ‘buy the house’,” Abby interjected. You understood and shoot a glare at your boss, who was smiling. “So--all the wood works definitely go to Gibbs, Bishop said she’s good with the painting. McGee and I can do the floors,” 

“I can take care of the bathroom, I redid ours,” Jimmy spoke up. 

“Autopsy gremlin--that’s very unexpected,” 

You watched them talking about the house for a moment. Your new team was planning to spend many weekends working a house you haven’t buy yet. Who are those people? You only met them weeks ago, and they are acting like...a family. That thought brought so many feelings inside you. You excused yourself and ran to the ladies room. “I got it,” Gibbs said the team and joined you. Thankfully there was no lady in there. You were crying over the sink and Gibbs gently took your hand and brought you in his arms. 

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked. 

“That--what’s happening over there. It’s wrong,” 

“Gonna need a little more info,” 

You rise from his arms and looked at him, “There’s no way all of you are ruining your days off to help me,” 

“We want to,” he spoke for everyone.

“But--why? Why would you do that?” 

“Because that’s what families do, Y/N. Simple as that,” you looked down at your first, trying not to cry again.

“Rafael has been my only family, ever,” you confessed. 

“Figured that out. Let us become your new family,” 

You nodded, unsure of what is actually meant. “Damn you for reading my file,” Gibbs chuckled and invited you to go back to the team. 

After many appointments for weeks, the house was finally yours. And on the team’s first day off after you got the keys, everyone showed up in used clothes. “Let’s get dirty!” Abby exclaimed, getting in your house. It was yours. That’s something you never thought would happen. Especially after the past months. 

Ducky became the boss on that project. He made to-do lists and assigned the missions. Gibbs was in charge of the wooden floors, Bishop and Abby went painting upstairs. As he said, Jimmy assigned himself to the bathroom. Tony and McGee worked on the minor repairs, and you were the floating agent. Going where you were needed. 

In the afternoon, Tobias showed up with Emily and Edu. Your son was wearing a overalls with doc martens and a baseball cap above his long dark hair. His fashion choices never stop to amaze you. “Mami!” he jumped into your arms. “Is it done yet?” he asked, excitingly. 

“Oh no, baby! I told you we still have to stay with uncle Toby and Em for a while,” 

You never had someone close enough to you and your son so that Edu would actually call them “Uncle” or “Aunt”. Now that’s what he’s doing with the entire team. “Can I see my bedroom?” 

You took him upstairs to his future bedroom. Ellie and Abby were painting the walls. “Edu! I love your overalls,” Abby exclaimed.

“I love yours aunt Abby,” 

“Wanna help the girls, baby?” you offered and Edu happily accepted. You went downstairs, helping Gibbs with the floor and your son stayed with your coworkers. 

“I don’t want my room to be white!” 

“Oh don’t worry, sweetie! We have to paint it white first and then you’ll choose the colors you want,” Bishop told Edu.

“Purple and green,” 

“That’s an interesting mix,” Abby smiled.

“Mamiiii!” Edu came running to you, “I’m gonna have a disney wall in my room!” 

“What?!” 

“Aunt Ellie said so,” 

You looked at Bishop who was standing right behind and she explained that she has a friend that will do it. For free. How amazing are those people. 

For weeks, the entire team spent at least all their sundays working in the house. It was going really well. The house was becoming a home. Your home. Yours and your son. The guys were building the furniture you had already bought, Gibbs was taking care of the kitchen with Tobias, Jimmy was still working on the bathroom with Ducky’s help and Ellie and Abby was taking care of the final touches. Edu was having fun with Emily in the backyard. 

“Phone!” everyone heard Gibbs shouting. All the phones were on the kitchen counter and Tobias checked the one that was ringing. When he saw “Rafael” written on it, he called for you. You answered and went on the porch in front the house. 

“Mami and I just arrived in DC, we’re staying for the weekend. Can I pick up Edu?” Rafael asked over the phone.

“I--yeah sure. I’m sending you the address,” 

You and Rafael only talk for your son. Edu told him you have a new house but Rafael doesn’t know you actually bought it. Your husband hears a lot about the team, Edu is fond of them. On one side, he likes that Edu is enjoying living in DC and the other side, he hates it. He wishes you and his son would come back. That you would forgive him from cheating on you. 

For several weeks after you left, Rafael considered moving to DC too. To be close to his son obviously but also hoping it would make you change your mind, or at least realized he’s willing to do anything for you. But he came to the conclusion it was a bad idea. You moved to get away from him, he had to respect that. 

Rafael and Lucia arrived in front of your house. You noticed the car through the window and told Edu his father was there. The little boy ran from the backyard to his father and his grandmother. “I miss you so much, cariño,” Rafael said, holding his son tight. 

You went out of the house to greet your ex mother-in-law, “Hola mija, it’s good to see you,” she said. You hadn’t seen her since you left DC months ago. 

“Papi, I have a disney wall in my room! Wanna see it?” 

Rafael looked at you for approval and you gave it. The four of you walked inside the house. The first people Rafael saw, were Tony and Tim. Tony had his thumb in his mouth, “What the hell did you do DiNozzo?” you asked.

“He took his thumb for the screw,” Tim laughed and so did Edu.

“Oh, you think it’s funny, little cubano?” Tony told your son, playfully. 

“Uh-oh,” you heard Edu say. He knew he was in trouble. He started to run in the house, chased by Tony. “Sorry,” you mouthed to Rafael, who stayed silent. What the hell did he do? Not only he lost you but you changed, and his son too. He lost his family, for good. He watched his boy getting grab by a man with silver hair. The guy gave a gentle kick to the one that was chasing Edu. 

“Thank you uncle Gibbs,” 

“Always, my bud,” 

Being his over dramatic self, Tony was on the floor, holding his stomach. “Boss has a new favorite, I’m gonna die,” 

“Cause you thought you once were my favorite?” Gibbs snapped. 

“Bye cruel world,” Tony said, holding his chest and pretending to die. Edu took advantages of it and jumped on the italian agent. “Okay, I’m alive again,” 

You and Rafael were watching them until you felt his hand on your arm. You looked at him, “Can we talk outside, por favor?” he asked. You told Lucia to sit on a chair and you joined Rafael on the porch’s stairs. “You look good,” he started to say. “Not just physically. You look like you’re in a good place with your life,”

“I am,” you agreed. 

“I’m glad. If you’re happy, I’m happy,” 

“Go to the point, Rafael,” 

“I’m dating Olivia,” he confessed. 

“Son of a--” you exclaimed but realized the house’s door was open. “Are you fucking serious, right now?” 

“Why do you care? Which one are you dating? ‘Uncle Tony’? ‘Uncle Tim’? ‘Uncle Gibbs’? Huh?” 

You were furious. For many reasons. He was dating someone before you even did, and moreover, it’s the woman he cheated on you with. That’s the ultimate betrayal to you. 

“One second,” you showed your finger in the air and went back inside the house. You came back a moment later, followed by Gibbs. You dragged him outside the house and stood right in front of Rafael. You took a breath and kissed Gibbs. All teeth and tongues. Right under your husband’s eyes. Your boss definitely didn’t fight you. He actually deepen the kiss, holding you by your waist, making your body arch. 

Tony was the first to see it - of course - and he called Tim. They were like kids watching their dad kissing the new beautiful woman of the neighborhood. You and Gibbs broke apart when you heard Rafael calling for Eduardo. 

“We will definitely talk about that later,” Gibbs told you.

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[spookysmujer]

Amor Prohibido, O. Diaz

Summary: Oscar Diaz use to get a kick out of making fun about you back in high school, but what is he like all these years later and after serving time in prison?

warnings: teasing, teenager!Spooky, cute s h e t 😚

word count: 1.5K

anonymously requested!

A/N: Me and @youare-mysonshine​ always bounce ideas off each other about teenage Oscar so getting this request made me do a little happy dance. Thank you for requesting, anon! I am loving all the requests I am getting! Please consider: following my blog, heart/comment/reblog my content as well as turning on the notifs for when I post new content!

(Gif belongs to @leelakoiwolff​ 💫)

There are many things in your life that you want to forget and one of them is high school. You weren’t a lone wolf or some kind of loser, not at all. But to a certain to someone you were a easy target to mess around with, the one and only, Oscar “Spooky” Diaz.

Whenever he got the chance to make fun of you, he did. And by some sick twist of fate, you had majority of your class with him during senior year. It’s like it fueled him, the teasing. As you jog pass Freeridge high as a part of your daily exercise, the memories flood you.

It’s finals week and all you can think of is finishing these exams so you can stop the constant stressing and excessive studying. As you swap out textbooks for your AP Chemistry class in your locker, you hear someone clear their throat from behind you, though it’s no question to who it is.

Without even turning to look, “To what do I own the pleasure this time?”

“Just wondering how the weather is down there? I know it’s sunny up here, but what about down there, hm?” Oscar leans against the lockers besides you and give you his famous smirk. 

You roll your eyes and give your best fake smile, turning your head you look at him, “Do you ever think of anything new to say or are the four brain cells up there all juiced out from the coke you snort in the bathroom during study hall?”

Oscar stares at you and pushes himself off the locker, walking away without another word. You look over shoulder and see him exit the school. A scoff comes out of your mouth as you roll your eyes. It’s a cat and mouse game with him, most of the time he is the one chasing but there are a few occasions where you get to be the mighty feline.

When your fit bit vibrates to alert you that you’ve reached you goal, you come to an abrupt stop. Hunching over with your hands on your knees trying to catch your breath. A few students walk past you, laughing away and in a heavy conversation about the homecoming dance.

You start to walk back to your place, remembering the night of your homecoming dance, senior year.

“Wow, it wears dresses. I wasn’t sure that you knew how to be a full functioning girl. I mean, considering no one’s tapped that yet, sad really.” Oscar’s voice sounds from beside you as sat at your designated table to take a break from dancing.

He pulls a chair out and flips it around so his chest is leaning against the back rest. You look over and nearly spit out your drink, “What the hell happened to you? Oh are you... oh no, are you sick? Are you dying? Jesus really is coming back.”

Oscar laughs and runs his hand over his now shaved head. He looks completely different than he did yesterday in AP Bio. You continue to sip on your punch, he reaches over and pours what smells like vodka into your cup from a metal flask. “What the fuck, seriously?” 

“What? Maybe it’ll loosen you up. Always got a fuckin’ stick up your ass. Ay, maybe then someone will wanna blow your back out tonight, I mean trust me we ain’t got much standards. Not a single fuck given about your new straight hair you went and spent all that money you don’t got.” He ruffles with you hair, you swat his hand away and he laughs, getting up to leave. “Could never be me though.”

Once you get on your street you mentally damn yourself for thinking of those days. It use to take a lot out of you to stand up to Oscar. Those days far behind you for a reason. You make your way up the driveway and stop in your trek, it couldn’t be. 

The shiny exterior of cherry red shines back at you. You’re staring at it making sure it’s not your mind playing tricks on you. Oscar’s car is parked in your driveway. Right?

“As I live and breath. Sup, Y/N.” Your thoughts are disturbed as you hear his voice sound, he stands on your porch, leaning aside the post. He looks the same but a little different as well. Sporting some ink on his face and neck. 

You look around and hope when you turn back it’ll be just a hallucination or something. But as God permits, there he is. His physique definitely changed, his biceps bulging a lot more than the last time you saw him.

“Uh, hey, Oscar.” He smiles and licks his lips, stepping down and walking to stand in front of you. Well one things for sure, he still towers over you. He looks down at you and chuckles, taking his hand ontop your head and measuring it to his chest.

A snicker erupts from him as you push him back, trying to hide your smile, “Still the fucking same I see. Shame, all these years and you still haven’t grown up. Where’ve you been anyways?”

“Corcoran. Got out this morning.” He tells you as he walks over to his car to lean against. You wait it out a few secods before he nods his head for you to join him.

“Shoulda known you’d end up in Prison. Kill someone?”

He shoves his hands in his pockets and shrugs, “Drug possession, but ain’t no surprise I was slinging then. I got this while I was inside, ran the whole operation.”

“Yeah, well a part of me isn’t surprised you ended up there and the other part is surprised.” He looks over at you with a quirked eyebrow, “You’re smart, Diaz. You think people didn’t know but we all knew. Just no one questioned you since you hung around the gang, then you joined it. Or how is it? Jumped in?”

He nods his head in agreement with a smirk on his face, you study him for a moment before moving your gaze to in front of you when he looks at you, “Sad you didn’t take the college route. Could’ve been a head chef at some fancy restaurant I bet. My little brother would hang with Cesar. He’d tell me that you’d make such a bomb grilled cheese that he’d refuse anything I’d make. Said you really had knack for being in the kitchen.”

It felt strange to be sitting and talking to Oscar like normal people would. He would tease you any chance he got til the end of summer when you up and left for college in Arizona. Suppose prison truly does change people.

“Yeah, well at the time college wasn’t going to take care of my brother so sacrifices had to be made. Just how life goes.” He sniffs and pulls a cigarette from behind hid ear. You snatch it from him and break it with you heel. “You may have survived prison, but I promise you this will kill you, dummy.”

Oscar wouldn’t normally stand for people acting that way with him.

“What? Not gonna call me names and remind me I’m the most unattractive girl ever?” You turn to him and he turns his body towards yours. He peers down to your lips and brings his hand up to your chin.

You’re confused with what’s happening right now. Oscar not retorting with a comeback and nearly pressed against you, “Never said you unattractive once in my life. Actually thought the opposite since 7th grade.”

“What? You thought I was attractive since we were 13 years old?” Oscar nods and drops his hand from your face.You scoff and step back, walking a few feet away from him. 

He clears his throat, feeling like everything is caving in. He digs for his keys from his pockets. The sounds catches your attention and you turn back, “Wait. I’m just trying to process it all. If you thought I was cute or something, why didn’t you ever tell me? All you would do is tease me and always annoy me.”

Oscar stops fiddling with his keys and steps closer to you, cocking his head to the side, a smile cracking from his serious face, “You never heard that when a guy likes you he is mean to you?”

You roll your eyes and smack his head, “For someone who is smart, that was really stupid to think. I mean.. I would say mean things to you too and you kept comin-... oh. Ooooh, I see it now. Fuck, uh.” 

He sees your calming up with the realization, “Let me take you out.”

“Oh, okay. Um, what are you doing tonight?” You ask him, feeling your heart racing.

“Got some shit to handle tonight, but I’m free right now.” 

Before you can say anything, he dips down and pulls you over his shoulder, you squeal and protest for him to put you down. He only laughs carrying you into your place. 

So by some weird twist of fate, high school wasn’t the worst after all.

#Oscar Diaz #oscar spooky diaz #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz imagine #oscar diaz x you #oscar diaz x y/n #spooky diaz #spooky diaz x reader #spooky diaz x you #spooky diaz x y/n #spooky diaz imagine #omb #on my block #netflix on my block #on my block imagine #spooky x reader #spooky x you #spooky x y/n #freeridge #los santos #love #spookysmujer

[little-diable]

Gone - Jax Teller (angst/fluff)

 Request by anon: Jax teller x reader some sad shit

This is pretty sad, I listened to the song “the end of everything” by Noah Cyrus, while writing this. If you need somebody to talk to, please just message me. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Warnings: loss of a family member, could be triggering. 

Her fingers were trembling, another sob wrecked through (y/n), her hands were tightly grasping her phone, pressing it against her chest. She rocked her body  forwards and backwards, her mind was racing, it felt as if the whole room was closing in on her, (y/n) couldn’t breathe properly anymore. The (y/h/c) haired girl stumbled out into the garden, crashing down on her knees, (y/n) pressed her forehead against the grass, nails clawing into the soil, screaming as if she was burning alive.  

The ringing of his phone wouldn’t stop, it seemed as if Jax was either not hearing it or as if he wasn’t in the mood to talk to her, so (y/n) began to dial Chibs number, praying to the gods above, that’d answer his phone. 

„(Y/n)?” Loud music was blasting from the speakers, it took Chibs a few seconds to leave the clubhouse, a smile on his lips as he took in the calm atmosphere outside.

„Chi-” she didn’t get far, another sob interrupted her. “(Y/n)? What’s going on?” Panic clear in his voice as he placed his bottle down on the wooden table, he felt sick to his stomach as he took in the sound of her crying. 

(Y/n) could still recall the way the ringing of her phone had ripped her out of her sleep, an annoyed sigh had left her lips before she had answered the call, “Miss (Y/l/n)? I am calling from the St. Thomas Hospital, I am sorry to inform you,” the lady didn’t have to keep on talking, (y/n) knew from that second on, that her aunt had died, the last remaining part of her family, the mother she never had, the best friend that kept her sane through all those years. She was gone. How could she just be gone? Not breathing anymore? Leaving (y/n) behind, all on her own. 

Chibs took a deep breath. „We‘ll be there in a second,“ still confused about what was actually going on, with long strides he walked into the clubhouse, grasping Opies shoulder, taking the glass out of his hand.“I’ll meet you at your bike in a minute, we have to see (y/n).”

As he spoke her name, Opie jogged out of the room, bitter feeling heavy on his tongue, (y/n) was one of his closest friends, he felt anxious, not knowing why Chibs had looked that distressed.  

“Come on Teller, we have to leave.” Chibs took a hold of Jaxs hand, shying away the crow eater that was sitting on his lap, a determined look on his face as he pulled the blonde haired biker outside. “What the fuck bro?” Anger swapped over Jax, he wasn’t in the mood for any games, he felt tired, exhausted, just needed a second to breathe, without having to worry about any club business. Chibs grasped his collar, jaw clenched, a fire was burning in his eyes. „Something is seriously wrong with (y/n), so, get your ass on your bike, we are leaving.”

The sound of their nearing Harleys made her lift her head, tears were still falling from her eyes, (y/n) was crouching on the floor, desperate to have her friends near, she needed something, or rather someone, to hold onto.

“(Y/n)!” Jax called out her name as he found her frame, dressed in nothing else than her  nightgown, seemingly unbothered by the chilly October air. Jax fell to his knees in front of her, he grasped her tearstained face, his heart was clenching as he looked at her, almost ready to start crying as well. 

„She,“ (y/n) took a deep breath, hiccups left her. ��She died Jax.“

Both Chibs and Opie were standing behind her, hands covering their faces as they tried to take in, what she had just told them. 

(Y/n)s aunt had been a close friend of the club, knowing that she could leave her niece behind, without having to worry too much, the boys would take good care of her. Jax pulled her into his chest, chin placed on top of her head, hands moving up and down her freezing skin, his eyes found Chibs and Opies, nodding his head “yes”, telling them, that he’d take care of her. Both men grasped her trembling shoulder, pressing a kiss onto the back of her head, before leaving the pair on their own. Jax took a hold of her frame, carrying her inside, towards the bathroom, knowing that he’d have to try and get her to warm up.  

“Don’t leave, please,“ she whispered as he walked out of the room, trying to give her some kind of privacy. His bright eyes found her glassy ones, slowly getting rid off his clothing, trying not to look at her exposed frame, Jax couldn’t even remember a day where he didn’t crush on (y/n), but he always had been too scared to ask her out, acting as if she’d deserve someone better than him. (Y/n) grasped his forearm, head placed against his wet shoulder, hot water was crashing down on them, soothing her tender muscles, mixing with her tears. 

Jax desperately tried to comfort her somehow, knowing that nothing in this world could take her pain away, he could try, but he wouldn’t succeed. He wrapped a big towel around her wet body, drying her off, eyes focused on hers, wiping away some of her tears with his thumb.

“Thank you,“ her voice sounded raspy from all the crying. Jax pressed a kiss to her forehead. „Always,” he whispered against her skin, pulling her into the bedroom, putting his shirt into her hands, while he was looking for a pair of panties for her to wear. 

“I don’t know mom, I’m not sure, if I’m doing enough.” His phone was placed between his ear and his shoulder as he prepared her a cup of tea, not noticing the way (y/n) was leaning against the door frame. It was around eight in the morning by now, (y/n) couldn’t close her eyes without having another panic attack, so Jax had stayed by her side, cuddled to her chest as they were watching movies, no words were shared between the pair, leaving Jax uncertain, if he was doing the right things. 

“Yeah, I will. Bye mom,“ a sigh left him as he placed his phone down on the counter, hands pressed against the cold surface, head hung between his arms. 

„You’re doing enough, more than I could ever ask for.” His head whipped around, meeting her eyes, (y/n) stepped towards him, she pulled herself up on the counter, pulling him against her chest. (Y/n) ran her hand through his hair, she tugged on his roots, forcing him to look at her. Her eyes were focused on his lips, finally giving into her instincts as she pressed her lips against his, her lips were tingling, Jax melted into her touch, pouring all of his emotions into the kiss. 

“I’ve been waiting for that for a long time by now,“ Jax mumbled against her lips, hands placed on her hips. „Me too,“ (y/n) had to feel his lips on hers again, finally being able to let go of her pain, even just for a few minutes. Jax Teller was everything she had ever wanted and needed, finally, after years of waiting,  he was hers and (y/n) wasn’t planning on letting him go anytime soon, he’d pull her out of the darkness, would fight her demons for her, (y/n) was sure of it.

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[the100thtwilightmaze]

Warmth (Sam Uley)(August 8th, 2020)

ummmmmmmm hey yall. this is my first imagine in a LONNNNNNGGGGGG TIME. like I'm talking maybe two or three years 😬 AND LET ME START BY SAYING I AM SORRY THAT IT'S SO LONG but I was on a roll and didn't want to lose it 😂 thank you to all my followers that stayed and a BIG THANK YOU to the anon that sent this in for getting me back in the writing game. I love all of you so much and I hope yall enjoy 💓💓💓

The whole Sam leaving Leah for Emily thing where? Leah and Emily are still thick as thieves because all my ladies deserve happiness.

(and I had to give my girl Leah some extra happiness because there's nothing about her finding love)

(I already know there are probably some proofreading errors I missed! sorry!)

You hadn’t laughed this hard in years. The source of your laughter, being illuminated by the flames of bonfire, continued with his onslaught of jokes.

You had come to the beach to breathe. The stress of your job had begun to wear you down. You just needed one minute of quiet and basically threw yourself onto the sands of La Push’s beach.

Your barefeet were dug deep into the sand with your hands to match, eyes closed when a shadow fell over you.

You cracked one eye open to see a young boy standing over you.

“Sorry about this but they sent me over here to see if you were okay.” he said, pointing over his shoulder at group further down the beach surrounding a fire.

“Oh, yeah. I’m okay. Just a little tired.” you replied, throwing a wave to the group.

“Well, you can come over to hang with us if you want. We really don’t mind and you’re kind of depressing us to be honest.” the young boy offered.

That caused you to chuckle.

After taking the job in Forks, it had been difficult to make new friends. All of your coworkers had years of knowing each other on you so you were left taking lunch breaks by yourself and always being the last to leave.

So, yeah.

Meeting new people wouldn't hurt.

“If you’re sure.” you replied, standing up and dusting the sand off of your ass.

And that’s how you found yourself doubling over in laughter.

Sam Uley. You found yourself gravitating towards him immediately. Finding a seat next to him, you teetering on the edge of a water beat log.

You’d all been there for hours, the night growing pitch black dark when you all decided to finally call it quits.

You had already swapped numbers with all the members of the group (you kind of just wanted to get Sam’s but you couldn’t make it obvious).

"Hey, Y/N! We'll be back next week. You better be here!" Leah had yelled over her shoulder, trotting back to the parking lot hand in hand with her girlfriend. The two looked happy.

"I think you should listen to her." Sam said, casting you a sideways glance. The two of you trailing the two women back to your respective vehicles.

"Is that so?" you countered.

"Oh, yeah. Trust me. You don't want to get on Leah's bad side." he chuckled.

The two you of you had made it to the emptying parking lot now, coming to a slow halt by your car.

"And is Leah the only one that wants me to come?" you inquired, your confidence overshadowing your nerves.

Sam gave you a sideways smirk and you could've sworn you saw a tinge of red coming to the surface of his cheeks before he cast his gaze downward.

"Definitely not." you heard him whisper.

That caused a chuckle of your own which caused his eyes to meet yours once again.

And then he took a single step closer. His whole body being just that much closer. You could feel his warmth from here.

His face inched closer to yours.

Your eyes closed, bracing yourself.

And then you heard your car door open.

"Be careful, Y/N. There's a storm coming."

*********

The next few months were filled with your new found friends. Each week bringing you closer to all of them, your workplace problems long forgotten.

You were happy. You were so happy you were glowing, radiating with a newfound joy.

That was until today. You had gone to the the beach for your usual meet up with the group, the cookies you baked still warm in the tupperware in your hands.

But you found no one.

You had called. You had texted. But no one replied.

Not Leah.

Not Paul.

Not Seth.

Not Emily.

Not Sam.

You had driven to the Clearwater residence. If the group wasn't at the beach, they could usually be found here.

But nope once again.

Your knocks, just like your calls and texts went unanswered.

You were growing frustrated.

It had started to rain, quickly going from a light drizzle to a downpour.

You waited out the storm on the Clearwater's porch hugging your jacket closer to you, trying to shield yourself from the rain.

10 minutes.

15 minutes.

20 minutes.

The time ticked on. No replies to your calls/texts or your continuous knocks.

But the universe decided to take pity on you, maybe finally deciding that enough was fucking enough.

The rain had eased up. The sun deciding to make its appearance.

"Thank, God." you muttered, making your way back to your.

But movement at the treeline caught your eye.

You moved closer. You knew it was dumb. You had seen the horror movies and cursed at the the protagonist whose movements you were now copying.

But your curiosity was piqued.

It was Paul.

It was Paul being yelled at by a very pissed off Sam.

You had never seen him like this. He was trembling, the muscles in his back taut underneath his reddened skin. His words, inaudible to you, were continually being viscously thrown at a uncharacteristically quiet Paul.

And then thunder clapped.

And there was no longer Sam Uley.

It was a wolf. A giant wolf but a wolf nonetheless. Jet black and still very angry.

You had started to ease back now, your mind reminding you that this wasn't a horror movie and you were not an actress.

If this thing decided to kill you right now there was no body double to take your place. It would just be you.

Fucking dead.

Your trembling hand found the trunk of your car with an audible thump.

Thunder clapped.

The wolf's eyes met yours, widening with surprise.

You had started to move back to your driver's door, trying to make no sudden movements. You pulled on the handle to find it locked, your doors automatically locking after a certain amount of time.

You pushed the unlock button repeatedly, only to be reminded that your remote battery was dead.

You refused to take your eyes off the wolf who had taken a couple of steps closer to you.

Tears were streaming down your face.

Your hands were trembling viscously now.

Your breath coming out in short bursts.

"Y/N!" you heard Paul call to you, running towards you.

Your fight or flight instincts kicked in.

Flight won.

You gave up with your war on the door handle, your hands shaking too much to be of any use.

You tried the Clearwater's door again.

"Mrs. Clearwater! Please! Help me!" you screamed, pounding on the door.

Someone grabbed your arm from behind, turning you to face them.

"Y/N, breathe." Sam urged, his large hands coming to cup the sides of your face.

His eyes.

They were the same. The same eyes that you had looked into for the past seven months. The same eyes that you had fallen in love with.

The same eyes as the wolf's.

You were frozen. Your mind confused, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Sam, you're scaring her." Leah said, coming into view prying Sam away from you.

Together, you walked through the front door.

*******

You had stayed with Leah for the next few weeks, choosing complete silence for the first few days. Not eating. Not drinking.

Leah was patient. She let you sleep in her bed. She got you to eat. She soothed you and assured you that you were okay. And most importantly she kept Sam away.

You could hear them arguing from your place under Leah's cover every night. Sam begging to see you, begging to "explain". Leah arguing that you needed time.

But you couldn't do this anymore. You couldn't stay in this state of confusion. This wasn't healthy for your mental state. Your mind had been trying so hard to make sense of what you saw all those weeks ago.

A cult? Dark magic? Shapeshifters?

"Leah, it's okay. He can come." you croaked, your voice altered from weeks of minimal use.

Sam appeared at her bedroom door in a nanosecond.

He stood there, seeming almost afraid to move any closer.

"It was you wasn't it?" you whispered.

A moment of silence.

"Yes." he replied.

You had already known the answer but still let out an audible gasp at his answer.

"But you won't hurt me?" you asked, the statement coming out as more of declaration than a question.

"Y/N, I would never hurt you." he answered, slowly moving to take a seat next you on Leah's bed.

"Tell me everything." you implored.

And that's exactly what he did. For the next eight hours he sat across from you, telling you the tribe's history and legends.

The third wife.

Vampires.

Wolves.

Imprints.

He told you everything. And by the end of the night you had felt a peace you hadn't known in weeks. None of this should've made any sense but it made sense to you. Your questions answered. Your mind being able to rest.

You were both laying down now.

He was so close. You could feel his warmth.

"I'm sorry that you had to see that. But Y/N, I need you to understand that I would never hurt you." he whispered, his thumb trailing over my cheek.

"There's nothing that I wouldn't do for you. You ask it and I'll do whatever I can to give it to you. If you asked me to leave right now, even though this is the happiest I've felt since Leah took you away that night, I would. If you told me to never speak to you again, you would think I disappeared from the face of the planet. But I hope that you don't because.... I love you. And I know that this is crazy and that I turn into a giant, scary ass wolf that fights leeches and that you didn't ask for any of this....." he had started to ramble, his eyes shutting in obvious frustration.

"Sam Uley, shut up and kiss me." you interrupted, your body already gravitating towards his.

And when your lips met, that was it.

You were at peace. You were home. You were happy.

You were his.

#sam uley imagine #sam uley #twilight imagines #twilight blog #the twilight saga #wolf pack #embry call #paul lahote #quileute #quil ateara #jacob black #leah clearwater #seth clearwater #cullens #edward cullen #bella cullen #bella swan #rosalie hale #jasper hale #carlsile cullen #esme cullen #emmett cullen #alice cullen #twilight

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Wake Me Up (Shiro x Reader)

Warnings: swearing, fake dating, reader has light anxiety

Word Count: 4,855

Prompt/Request: Shiro x femreader with the fake relationship trope?? bonus if they're childhood best friends and pining idiots

Summary: Reader has gotten herself into a bit of a pickle with a study group at school, thankfully a helpful Shiro agrees to pretend to date her to fix things. What happens when their feelings are more real than they want to pretend they are? Read and find out!

Author's Note: I don't usually write in 1st person, but I really wanted to try something new out. Readers, let me know if you liked it, please. Also, to the anon that requested this, I especially hope you like this and sorry it took so long. Bonus! If you want an enhanced reading experience go listen to the Ed Sheeran song by the same name.

Author: Mod Alex

I knew from the first time I met you that you're something absolutely spectacular. The second your family’s moving truck left, my mom was dragging me over, insistent on the fact that we needed to make the new neighbors feel welcome. I had seen you hiding behind your mom’s leg as our mothers talked. I had waved but that only seemed to make you shrink back more. You had looked so timid and scared back then, even more so when your mom told you to take me to the back so we could play. You had begrudgingly agreed, hiding behind a big oak tree. I followed unsurely. “Hey, are you okay?”

“L-mm-on.” You’d hidden your face in your knees, effectively muffling your voice.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

You peeked up. “Leave m’lone.”

I was taken aback but had sat down regardless. “I’m not mean y’ know. We could be friends?”

You hid her face again, but not enough to muffle your words. “Can you read?”

“Read? Um, mostly. I can’t read real big books. Oh, did you want me to read to you?” You nodded sheepishly and I grinned. “Cool! I’ll be right back, okay. You stay here.” I had run back to my house (which was right next door) and brought back my favorite storybook. “Huff… I’m back… huff… I wasn’t sure what kind of… huff… story you like, so I brought this.” I held the book out for you to see. You startled, but relaxed when you saw the book. A shy smile tugged at your lips and you nodded. So I read, and read, and read. I read until my voice began to fade away and the crickets began to sing. “Takashi, sweetie, are you out here?” In my voice that was fainter still, I bid you goodbye, before I could leave though you tugged me back to hug me briefly and ask if I still wanted to be friends. I, of course, agreed, which to this day, I believe was the best decision of my life.

I guess I must have won you over that day because you deemed me worthy of being your best friend. I was elated, of course. Sometimes we played pretend, other times we played hide and seek or tag. Sometimes we read right behind the great oak tree just like that very first day. It was the same way throughout the entire time we went to school. Sometimes, although I’d never tell you this, whenever I notice you’re having a rough day I’ll call and ask you if we can meet up under the oak tree in your backyard. I’ll read to you then, not because you can’t read (you can, beautifully if I do say so myself), but because it's tradition and because it makes you smile and goodness knows I’d do anything in the world to make you smile. Which is where we are now.

“Kashi?’ I pause, eyes leaving the page to look at you.

“Yes, (N/n)?”

Your eyes are closed, if it weren’t for the fact that you had just spoken I might have mistaken you for being asleep. It wouldn’t be the first time you'd have fallen into an easy slumber slumped against me in the shade of the mid-afternoon. “Do you think you could read me something a little different?”

“Of course!” The words left my mouth faster than I meant to let them, making me sound like an over-eager to please labrador, which I suppose when it came to you I absolutely was. You hummed happily, but the creases in your forehead indicated that something was off. “Anything in specific you’d like?”

You blinked your eyes open, sighing before picking yourself up off me to shuffle through your phone. “This?” I took the phone from you, containing my surprise from you. It wasn’t the first time you’d asked me to read you a romance, but I still couldn’t help the butterflies that would awaken in my stomach when you did. You resumed your spot leaning against me, closing your eyes again. Pushing back the urge to kiss your forehead, I began reading.

As I recited the meet-cute to you I couldn’t help but picture us; is that bad? That I can’t even read a simple story to you without picturing us as the ones sharing secrets, swapping longing glances and flirty remarks. It’s why I never choose romance novels. Because then Hazel melts away with the words into you, and suddenly it's not her telling Augustus the lines, but you telling me and I can’t handle it. I feel like I can literally hear your voice, soft and melodic reciting the lines; when I realize it’s not just my brain supplying a pining fueled fantasy, it really is you actually mumbling along with me "...As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.” And even then it doesn’t slow my heart rate because why that line? The one line that makes sense in the situation we’re in. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to my heart?

We hadn’t even gotten halfway through when I heard you sniffle. My words faltered, resuming as I tried to steal glances at you. We had yet to even get to the sad part yet, so why? Eventually, I just gave up trying to theorize what might be wrong and stopped to gaze at you. Your wellbeing was my top priority after all. That’s the whole point of us sitting here, isn’t it? “(N/n), what’s wrong?” At this point, it was evident that you were crying. Your face was pressed into my arm, but I could still hear your sniffles. It broke my heart, to see you like this. Without a thought to be flustered over the intimate gesture, I cradled the side of your face, gently urging you to look up. “Hey, now, whatever’s troubling you, we’ll get through it.” You started to cry harder and I immediately felt the syrupy trickle of guilt through my veins. Had I said something wrong?

“It’s all my fault. I’m so stupid. Why do I always have to be such a fuckup, Kashi?” You wouldn’t meet my eyes, looking down pitifully. I wiped away a tear futilely.

“Hey, don’t talk about my best friend that way.” You giggled softly at that. “Really though, you aren’t a fuckup and as far as I’m concerned you’ve never done anything to deserve the berating you're giving yourself.” You sigh, leaning against my hand mumbling quietly.

“You’re sweet. But I really did fuck up this time.”

“What happened?”

“Do you remember when I told you about my group for my Fiction Writing class…”

“Yeah?” Of course, I remembered. Out of everybody in the group, you were the only one to take the assignments seriously, not to mention the guy you mentioned that kept hitting on you- Lotor was his name. I���m not a jealous person, but the thought of someone making you that uncomfortable for their own gain gets under my skin more than I’d like to admit.

“Well, um, it's just that they, um, they got it in their head that you and I, that we’re like, an, uh, an item? I-I was trying to tell them that we weren’t but they wouldn't let me get a word in, you know? Lotor said that that was the real reason I would have to reject his advances. And it was like they started kinda teasing me and I just didn’t know what to say anymore, so I told them that, uh, they could meet you… I’m sorry, you don’t have to, of course. I should’ve just tried harder to get them to listen to me. I should just, um, I can- I’ll just send Ezor a text. Word will definitely travel then...”

I frowned, listening as you continued to go further into your own head, curling in on yourself as you did. My heart twinged, was it so bad that I kind of wanted to play along? Wouldn’t it be a win-win anyway? The group you were in were not particularly nice people from what you'd told me and playing along with it would keep them from giving you shit, and well it didn’t hurt that I’d get to pretend to be your boyfriend… it might be the only chance I get. “What if… What if we just play along? I mean we already know everything about each other. It’d be easier than finding someone else or getting harassed every time you go to class. Anyways, it’s only until the end of the quarter.” And I was being sincere, regardless of my own personal interest, I would've done it for you. I’d do literally anything for you.

You stopped talking abruptly and looked at me with a look I couldn’t quite place. “You’d do that for me?”

I grinned. “Of course. It’d make it easier on you wouldn’t it?”

“I-I guess.” You bit your lip while you thought, a habit you’ve had since we were younger. “Yeah, okay... Yeah, this could work. Are you free Friday night?”

“Friday? What time, Matt and I have that conference.”

“Right, sorry I forgot. It’s, hmmm, let me check…” A beat of silence fell over us as you checked. “9:30?”

“9:30 is perfect.”

“Great! Okay, so the group is meeting up at the Lotor’s at 8, but the ‘study sesh’ doesn’t start till 9:30. Um, it’s really more of a party but Axca is bringing her notes, so I'd have to go either way. Also, I think they want to prove you are my boyfriend or whatever so…. Yeah.”

“I’ll pick you up at 7 and we can get something to eat before then. I have to take care of my girlfriend after all.” I was joking but saying it still made the butterflies stir up again.

You rolled your eyes and smiled. “Sure, sure. See you then, boyfriend.”

-

I’d gotten more dressed up than I may have needed to considering we were going to a college party, but I wrote it off on wanting to look good for the act we were about to put on, after all, it had to be believable right? And well it wasn’ too dressy, just nice. I didn’t look nearly as good as you, of course. When I picked you up, I’d nearly stumbled over my words. I felt like a teenager again, picking up my date for prom. You laughed when I offered you my arm, taking it anyway even though we didn’t have to put on the act just yet. “You like nice, are you ready to go?”

“As ready as I'll ever be," You fiddled with your jacket as you smiled shyly at me, "and thanks, you look good too."

My skin buzzed with a pleasant electricity at the compliment. “Thank you. Well hey, look at the bright side at the least we go eat now. I'm starving, the conference didn't break for lunch thanks to Matt.”

You laughed and I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips, you looked so beautiful and carefree. “Alright, Mr. Matt-Didn’t-Feed-Me, where are we gonna eat at?”

“I was thinking Rover’s?”

We had started walking to my car, at least we were until you stopped in your tracks. “Rover’s? Isn’t that place kind of on the up-and-up?”

“Sure it is.”

“Won’t that be… kinda pricey. Shiro, I don’t think I can- I’ve got textbooks and supplies I still have to get for next quarter.”

I waved my hand, turning to grin at you. “I don’t remember saying I was going to make you pay.”

You huffed looking somewhere between uncomfortable and flustered. “I’m not letting you dump a ton of money on me.”

“Hey, look, I just got a bonus, alright. Let me take us out to dinner. We’re always talking about how we want to go there, so let’s just do it. I promise you there is nothing I want to spend my money on more.”

You grumbled, and before I knew it you had yanked me into a hug. “You are way too good to me.”

I let myself chuckle as I wrapped my arms around you in return. “No way, you deserve it.”

-

At Rover’s we had to park a little ways away. “Hi, we have a reservation for 8.”

The host smiled pleasantly looking at the screen in front of them. “Shirogane?” I nodded. “ Right this way.”

“You tricked me!” You whisper yelled at me as we followed the host.

“I did no such thing.”

“You didn’t tell me you already reserved a spot here.”

“It’s the only way to get in. Although I will say, I’m glad you agreed before we got here.”

You gently socked my arm and I acted hurt, sticking my tongue out playfully. “You ass.” Your broad grin betrayed your words, showing just how excited you were to be here.

"Name-calling, that’s not nice, (N/n). And to think I brought you here-”

“Oh my god, shut up you nerd.”

“Your table.” The host had stopped, watching the both of us with an amused expression. He was older, nearing his late fifties surely. “I remember when my husband and I were your age. We were just like you.”

I laughed, somewhere between disbelief and absolute delight. “Thank you, sir.” I heard you splutter, masking it as a cough. While the host began to walk away I winked at you. “We have to get into character, right?”

-

Dinner was spectacular, although we could have been at a Denny’s and I still would have had a great time with your company. That’s not to say going to Rover’s was overrated, it really was as good as we thought it would be. You seemed so carefree, it was nice to see you free of your usual anxious demeanor. That was a far stretch from how you looked now as we drove to an exclusive party that you had no want to go to. You were practically white-knuckling in the car. My hand found yours, the other still planted firmly on the steering wheel. I gave it a gentle squeeze. You didn’t say anything, but the squeeze you returned to my hand told me more than any words would have anyway. It was one of my favorite things about our friendship, we knew each other better than anyone else, no words necessary.

The house spanned almost a block, with a smattering of people, all in varying states of drunkenness, across the lawn and flocking in through the wide set of French doors. I got out first, moving to open your door, before offering my arm. “Oh my god, you cheeseball.” You took my arm gingerly despite your words, letting your hand slip down to mine once we started walking. Before we made it in I made it a point to stop you, leaning down towards your ear, letting you hear me over the loud thrumming from the music inside.

“I won’t let us get separated, okay, so don’t worry.” I paused for a moment trying to articulate my thoughts in the least embarrassing way. “And, I don't know how far you're comfortable with taking the act. I know we didn't talk about it too much, so if anything happens and you're uncomfortable let me know and I'll figure a way out of it, okay? Is there anything you want to avoid?" My face was burning, asking was important to avoid causing you any unnecessary panic, but it still felt odd asking what the limits of our fake-relationship were. When I pulled back enough to hear your response, you were just as flustered as I was.

“If the situation calls for it, almost anything. And I'll only go through with it if you’re okay with it too. Can we go inside?” Your voice, even as close to me as it was, was just barely over a whisper, your nerves evident. It reminded me of my own voice, ripe with longing in so many conversations we had had and I entertained the thought, even if only for the briefest of moments, that maybe you were pining for me too.

The inside of the house made the front lawn look like the prohibition. People were passed out at random parts of the room, narrowly avoiding the houseguests who were in the middle of sloppy make-outs. The whole thing felt like it was ripped from a cheesy teen film. You were still holding my hand, having taken the lead to drag me through the house to the enclosed back deck where people thankfully seemed to be a little soberer.

“(Y/n), you were able to make it good, and oh- I knew you two were a thing, although I will say I’m surprised.” Lotor’s posh voice rang clear through the chatter and although he didn’t outright say it, his meaning hung heavy in the air: he was demeaning you, saying he was surprised you’d managed to be dating me. Just another tactic to lower your self-worth enough for him to go in for the kill. I hated guys like that, who thought that 'negging' was an appropriate way to win someone over. Besides that, the idea was stupid and I wanted to tell him off, I’d die happy if you ever decided to grace me with being my girlfriend, for him to even insinuate that I was too good for you was absurd.

“I'm Shiro, nice to meet you. (N/n), has told me all about you all, it’s good to finally be able to put a face to the name.” I laughed hollowly, enough to give the random passerby the idea of a friendly interaction but cold enough to let Lotor know I didn't appreciate what he was doing, at least I hoped it did.

“Oh my goodness! So you and her are actually dating?!” A bubbly girl came over, hair in a long reddish-pink ponytail and with a drink in her hand; it was definitely not her first. Lotor threw her a look that screamed: "shut up". SHe didn't even notice.

I smiled warmly, squeezing your hand. “We are. For a while now actually. I honestly thought it was common knowledge?” I laughed, hoping she bought it. Her eyes widened, lips forming an ‘o’.

“Wow! I actually had no idea.” She leaned over to you, winking. “Nice catch. Axca is over there by the way, but you should stay a while. Y’know- eat, drink, be merry.” She giggled before swaying back over to a group of people she had been talking to.

“Come on, I need to talk to Axca.” You pulled me along by the hand, maneuvering through the crowd uneasily. I drew closer to you, hoping the close proximity eased your nerves the same way it eased mine. When we finally stopped, you stayed tucked under my arm, making warm contentment spread through my chest.

“(Y/n), Ezor sent you my way, I presume?” A girl with electric blue hair and a dark jacket sat on a relatively untouched sofa in the corner on her phone, her bag slung next to her.

“Yeah. I’m glad she didn’t send me on a wild goose chase. You have the notes, right?” She nodded but made no move to take them out. You shuffled next to me, words tumbling out of your mouth to fill in the silence that had stretched on for an uncomfortable amount of time. “Can I please have them? Parties aren’t really my scene…” After another beat of silence you continued, “... and Shiro and I already had plans so… yeah.” This caught Axca’s attention, her eyes darting from the screen of her phone to meet your eyes.

“Oh? So you’re still pretending?” She said it without a hint of amusement as if genuinely puzzled.

“Pretending?” You practically squeaked the word out before continuing, quickly covering up your shock. “What in the world are you talking about?”

Axca looked between us. “There’s no trace of you two being together in your online presence. The four of us all figured you were faking. Almost none of us actually thought you were dating him, Ezor just wanted to get a rise out of you and Lotor…” She paused, deciding that what she was going to say was better left unsaid. “So you two really have been dating? You don’t make it too obvious.”

I could practically feel you fuming beside me. “Just because we don't flaunt it like some Insta-couple doesn't mean we haven't been dating.” Axca shrugged, fixing you with a disbelieving and uninterested look. “I mean, really! Isn’t it bad enough that you all tease me all the time!? Now you’re trying to catch me in a lie that you all set up?!” You were shouting, the weeks worth of subtle bullying finally boiling over. It was garnering the attention of party-goers nearby.

“What’s going on?” A tall girl with curly space buns spoke, Ezor was leaning heavily against her side. She radiated intimidation and I felt you shrink against me. Still, you held your ground.

“You all set me up and I don’t appreciate that. Especially since Shiro and I are actually dating and he went out of his way to be here to prove as much to you all.”

“Is that so? Axca what did you find out?”

“Not much. They’re all over each other’s pages, but it’s not necessarily romantic.” She tossed the tall girl, Zethrid if my memory of your description was right, her phone.

Zethrid looked over the contents of the phone before laughing. “Prove it then, (Y/n).”

“That’s enough. I’m not just going to let you all taunt her while I stand here. Axca, was it? (N/n) is here for the notes you have. If you would kindly hand them over. As she's already told you all we have plans and I’d rather not have to postpone the date I planned with my girlfriend because you all think making fun of her is fun.”

“Is that so?” Lotor came strolling from behind us, a fourth woman leading him. She stood quiet, her gaze piercing.

I turned to him. “Yeah. It is.”

“Go on then, Prince Charming. If you love, (Y/n) so much, then why don’t you do something to prove it. Otherwise, I'm sure there's someone who could make her much happier.” He spared a glance at you.

"She's not a prize to be won-" I looked over at you, you’d taken to squeezing my hand. As I turned you grabbed me by the collar and before my brain had a moment to register what was happening you’d pulled me down to press a kiss to my lips. My mind raced and after a second for my mind to process what was happening, I wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer as we kissed. You were the first to pull back, a shy smile gracing your lipstick smudged lips. A whistle sounded in the back, along with some cat-calls. You didn’t seem to care, and honestly, I knew how you felt. It was like a bubble was around us as I leaned down to kiss you again.

I would have kissed you until the sun came up and the crowd dispersed but an arrogant voice broke through the haze. “Alright, we get it!” When we broke apart, Lotor stood silently fuming. “Axca give her the notes so they can leave.”

“But I thought-”

“Just give her the notes.” Axca did, fishing a perfectly labeled folder from her bag and handing it to you. As she did, Lotor moved

towards you with a barely hidden sneer on his face as he leaned down to whisper something to you. Clutching the folder, you jogged back over to me, taking my hand in yours as you did.

We made it outside, walking down the sidewalk to the car. The voices and blaring music fading quickly behind us. “Are you okay?”

You hadn’t looked at me, much less answered. We sat in silence even as my question hung in the air. “You kissed me.”

“What? I thought we agreed... You pulled me-”

“The first would’ve proven enough. But you kissed me a second time. Why?”

I couldn’t discern the odd tone of your voice. I felt jumpy all of a sudden. “I just- we had to convince them-”

“Was it just an act then?” You turned to me, tears quickly polling in your eyes. Guilt stung at my heart, I’d been selfish, thinking that maybe your feelings were the same as my own and instead I’d made you uncomfortable and confused. You deserve the truth at the least.

I took a slightly ragged breath. There were a million ways to tell you that I’d loved you since we were nothing more than two kids sitting with a book in our laps behind a tree, hell I’d even imagined it a handful of times, and yet not once did I think this would be how you'd find out. “No. No, I- I shouldn’t have done this. It’s never been an act, not for me at least. I never meant for it to go this far but then you kissed me and I thought- I should have realized it was just for the act. I’m sorry, I fucked up. You have every right to be mad at me, but please if there’s any way that we can still be friends. I don’t want to lose you.” I was rambling, but I couldn’t find the right words and I couldn’t fix it- couldn’t make the harsh feeling of rejection leave or take my actions back.

“Shiro.” Your hand came to cup my cheek, stopping me in my tracks. “Slow down. Let me get this right, you were never acting?” Your eyes glanced between mine as if searching for the truth. I nodded. “So you really wanted to take me on a date and kiss me?” I nodded again, trying to dip my head to hide my blushing features. The hand cupping my cheek stopped me. “How long?”

“What?”

“How long have you felt like this?”

I swallowed thickly. “How long? Um… yes?" A strained, nervous laugh escaped me, "I mean, I can’t even think of a time when I didn’t. M’sorry.”

I chanced a glance at you to see your reaction. I certainly wasn’t expecting you to be barely holding back a fit of giggles. Ouch. You must have seen me cringe because you quickly stopped. “Sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just, god, you mean to tell me we could have been doing this so much sooner?”

“I- what?” I couldn’t let myself believe what I was hearing. You rolled your eyes good-naturedly.

“You and I could have been dating for years now. Are we both seriously such disasters that we’ve literally been pining for each other for years?!” You sounded incredulous and I found myself laughing in disbelief along with you.

“I guess you’re right. So does that mean that we can…” My words faded away as we leaned towards each other.

“Please?” Your words ghosted over my lips, teasing me for what was only seconds away. In the warmth of the car we kissed, it was the same but different than the kisses from before. The same subtle taste of your cupcake chapstick and yet it was so much… More. Maybe it was because we both knew it was what we wanted or maybe it was just the knowledge that I would be allowed to do this again and again and again, but the feeling of kissing you was intoxicating, a sensation that I knew I would never be able to get enough of.

-

It had only been a week since we went to the party and confessed, but everything still seemed so perfect. Ironically, very little had changed. You were still my best friend, after all. We were sitting in our usual spot, I was reading out an original piece of yours, both to revise/edit it at your request and because I had been dying to read it. I’d finished it, marking out a few editorials and encouraging notes on the margins of the paper. As I wrote a thought came to mind. “I've been wondering something.”

“Oh?”

“What had Lotor said to you that night?”

You rolled your eyes, huffing with annoyance. “He said that when I had my heart broken by you that he’d be there for me to come groveling back to.”

“What a prick.”

“Right?”

“For the record, I will never break your heart.” You laughed.

“Thanks for the reassurance, casanova.”

“No problem, my love.” I grinned as your teasing expression gave way to a flustered one. You slipped your hand into mine, hiding your face on my arm.

“Mm-uff-oo.”

I chuckled, some things never changed. “I have no idea what you just said.”

You pulled back just enough to be heard. “I said, I love you.”

I smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you too.”

#voltron #shiro x reader #fanfictions #takashi shirogane #swearing #fake dating #mild anxiety #mod alex

[sincerelyreidburke]

Sleepover anon here, can i be cheeky and say, why not both? :))

Dear sleepover anon, let me firstly apologize profusely for my delay in this answer. Here’s the original sleepover anon ask, for those who never saw it, and I am so sorry that it’s taken me longer than it should have to answer you.

In a glitch of Tumblr, your follow-up ask (this one) sent twice! So I have another, identical ask from you in my inbox. Which I find fitting, given that you asked to see two different things!

So, first: Quinn and Nando’s very first sleepover. Set the same night as this fic! Thank you very much, anon, for waiting.

(Ask me anything about the crickets!)

//

Sebastián is a good kisser.

Well. It’s not as if Quinn really has anyone else to compare him to, exactly. Of course, there are the handful of stage kisses he’s had, but those have all been acting, and all with girls— nothing attached to him. And his first kiss with a boy— his only one, until about an hour ago tonight— was nothing more than an awkward party dare, a brief thing that left him over-analyzing and emotionally confused for weeks. He counted that, before tonight, as his first kiss— but now he thinks maybe he shouldn’t.

Because this— tonight, with Sebastián, from the first kiss in the lobby at Meelia all the way back to winding up curled up in his bed with him— this , he knows, is what it’s supposed to feel like. And given that he’s pretty sure he’s able to imagine what a bad kiss would be like, he knows that Sebastián is good at it.

At first, he’s a little self-conscious. Sebastián has a bit more experience than he does, and he knows that, and he knows none of that past experience really matters tonight, but it still puts him at a slight disadvantage in terms of figuring out how this goes. But the longer he sits there, wrapped up in this little nest of the blankets in his bed, in this cute boy’s arms, the more that worry dissolves.

He can’t focus on much, if he’s being honest, except the way it feels to actually kiss him.

Sebastián is warm, and he’s holding him by the waist, so strong and so big that Quinn could just about disappear into the embrace. He’s tucked up in his lap, and he thinks his lips might be a little swollen by now, but he isn’t sure he ever wants to move.

They take a pause to breathe, and Quinn opens his eyes for the first time in what feels like quite a little while. Sebastián is smiling; his dimples are prominent, and the string lights catch in his warm brown eyes. “Is this okay?” he whispers, with all the gentle care in the world in his voice. “You’d say if it was too fast?”

“Oh, goodness, of course it’s okay.” Quinn reaches to cup his round cheek in one hand. He feels so hot in the face that he knows he’s blushing all over. That’s alright, though. He doesn’t mind blushing for him. “It isn’t too fast at all.”

“Okay.” Sebastián looks so adorably eager. His curls are still a little damp from the shower he took after his game, and Quinn tries how it feels to run his hand through them. He leans into his touch, then, with that huge smile persisting, adds, “I— I really like kissing you.”

“So do I,” Quinn replies, because gosh , does he ever. He tries pressing a kiss to his dimple, right at the edge of his mouth. Sebastián lets off the softest little hum.

Goodness, he’s not just a cute boy anymore. This is his boyfriend .

Quinn is having a good day .

He pulls Quinn by the hips just a little, settling him more evenly in his lap. And Quinn knew, when he started seeing him, that there would come a time (if all went well) that he’d be man-handled; he imagined that many times, but tonight he’s been lifted off the ground two separate times and now he’s just moving him like it’s nothing and— goodness. He’s such a fan of their size difference.

“You just, uh—” Sebastián says. “Tell me if you need to take a breather or anything, okay?”

“Of course.” Quinn nods. He rests his palm on his chest, near the lettering on his sweatshirt. (He still plans on stealing that sweatshirt, especially now that they’re official.) “And you do the same.”

“Yeah,” Sebastián says, with a nod of his own. His curls bounce a little, which is more adorable than should be legal. “Yeah, for sure.”

And then Quinn can’t resist; he kisses him again, and it is all they do for such a long time. There’s nothing in the world tonight but this— a cocoon of blankets, the pride flag soft-lit by the string lights, the smell of his shampoo, the way his strong arms feel around his waist.

And the sheer joy, the sheer satisfaction, of finally getting to kiss this boy.

He’s not sure how long they just sit there. When they pause for more than a few seconds, it’s not even because of anything either of them does; somebody outside in the hallway passes the door, talking so loudly they can hear him from in here. It wouldn’t be notable, except whichever hallmate it is is cursing like a sailor. “... we’re fuckin’ getting turnt the fuck up tonight!”

Quinn glares through the door over his shoulder, like it’ll shut Marcus from room 304 up, but alas; his loud footsteps disappear without further incident or reprimand. Sebastián, meanwhile, chuckles, and says, “Well, he’s ready to party.”

“Party,” Quinn echoes. “It’s— goodness, it’s too late to party.”

Sebastián chuckles a little. Quinn looks back at him, meets his eyes again. “Too late to party, huh?” he hums, in this little teasing voice. “Y’know, you’re dating me now— you’re gonna see how hockey guys party.”

Quinn literally giggles into his chest— goodness, he’s gone on him, isn’t he? And he doesn’t mind one bit. To hear him talk about the fact that they’re together is so new, so good. “You’re right,” he replies, nodding, with his cheek pressed into the sweatshirt’s neckline. It smells like boyfriend. “You’re absolutely right. I will have to see that, won’t I?”

Sebastián kisses the top of his head, then gives him a tight squeeze. “That and so much more,” he murmurs, and, just… gosh .

Quinn doesn’t want him to leave.

He doesn’t have to, he realizes. But he has to have been here at least forty-five minutes, caught up in all this kissing— and he hopes he isn’t thinking he’s intruding or anything. Quinn should vocalize it. “Sebastián…” he begins, in a voice that comes out soft. “I know it’s late, but… don’t go anywhere.”

Sebastián chuckles a little. He squeezes him around the waist with one arm ( one arm , winding around his whole person!) and replies, “Baby, trust me; there is nowhere I’d rather be right now.”

It’s all Quinn needs to hear.

They swap more than a few kisses in that same spot, him tucked into his lap, but then somehow wind up under the covers. “Do you—” Quinn holds up his comforter, as he makes the proposition. “— want to go under?”

Sebastián, who, by the way, takes up half his bed in the best way possible, studies him for a moment. “Under the covers?” he asks.

Quinn winches at himself a little. “Is that weird? I’m sorry.”

“Wait, hey— no.” He leans to kiss him, and Quinn near melts; it’s a soft kiss but such a sweet one all the same. “No, baby.” His huge smile is back. “That’s not weird at all .”

They wind up snuggled under the covers, Quinn stretched out across his chest, with his leg hooked around his waist. Sebastián props himself against the headboard a little with a pillow, and it is the ideal little kissing position. Except maybe being in his lap, but Quinn is drowsy, and the kisses have grown sweet and lazy. He’s not sure he ever wants to move.

It’s not their first time having a little cuddle session in his bed, but this feels distinctly different from their movie-watching session last weekend.

It’s like an upgrade.

And Quinn is so content, in fact, that he barely pays it any mind when they ditch the making out in favor of just resting there together. Sebastián rubs his back, slow circles with a huge, warm hand, and Quinn rests his head against his chest, closing his eyes with his cheek pressed into the soft sweatshirt again. He hums a little, and then decides there’s only one thing that could make this more relaxing.

But will he think it’s weird? He hopes not. “Sebastián?”

The smoothest, most contented voice in the world answers him. With his head on his chest, he can feel him speak, and it’s so, so soothing. “What’s up, baby?”

“Do you, um…” He swallows, takes a little breath. “Do you mind if I take my hearing aids out?”

“Oh!” Sebastián is nodding, and he looks up to see him as he adds, “I don’t mind at all. If that’s comfortable for you?”

“It’s very comfortable,” he confesses. “I tend to turn them off or take them out when I’m in here. But if you’d rather keep talking…”

“Oh, no— no, you should take them out,” Sebastián says. “If you want to, then definitely.”

“Okay.” He unwraps his hand briefly from his chest, to bring it to his ear. “If you’re sure?”

Sebastián kisses his forehead. “Positive.”

So he turns them off, then takes them out, rolling over halfway to put them into their case on the nightstand. The world is peacefully noiseless, just the way he likes it, and when he rolls back over to snuggle up with him again, he tries speaking. I, um… he starts, and he can feel himself, but not hear himself, of course. I do have a small speaking voice without them, but— I can’t hear it, so— I’m sorry if I’m being loud? I never quite know.

He sees and feels Sebastián laugh, then shake his head.

And I can read your lips decently  , he adds. Plus, I’ll feel you—

It's okay, baby, he watches him say, and wonders if he’s whispering. The vibration doesn’t feel that heavy in his chest. You don’t have to  ... different than ... normal.

He nods. Thank goodness for the fact that he understands.

He kisses him once, and their lips are still a little wet, which feels nice, actually. Sebastián holds the back of his head for its duration, then smiles at him when they pull away, kissing each of his cheeks before he lets him settle back down.

Quinn snuggles into his chest, draping his legs across his under the comforter, and lets out all his breath in one go.

This is so nice.

It’s so nice, in fact, that he doesn’t even notice when Sebastián’s rubbing on his back gets slower and slower, then stops altogether. He just rests there, not asleep but not quite alert, either, and lets the time pass as it pleases. What does it matter if it’s late?

But something does matter. And he only realizes when he decides he wants another kiss, and lifts his head to get one.

Sebastián’s eyes are closed. At first, he thinks he’s just resting, the way he himself was a moment ago. But when he nudges him a little, thumbs at his cheek, his eyes stay closed. And that’s when Quinn realizes that his gigantic hockey boyfriend of a few hours has fallen asleep in his bed.

Oh, goodness.

It’s not a bad thing, right? All they were doing is cuddling. And gosh, this is college ; people meet and hook up all in the same night. His boyfriend accidentally falling asleep in his room is far from scandalous; it’s perfectly alright. As long as Sebastián is alright with it.

Maybe he should wake him, to be sure. He nudges him again, and tries a whisper. Sebastián?

But either he’s too quiet or Sebastián is a deep sleeper, or maybe both. He’s breathing deep, and his eyes stay closed, and he’s not waking.

Quinn feels a little bad. They hadn’t brushed their teeth, or anything. He’s not sure exactly what Sebastián’s bedtime routine is, but he’s quite certain he’s just deprived him of it in its entirety. And goodness, what if Ben is waiting up for him? He hopes he isn’t.

He doesn’t want to disturb him— he really doesn’t want to do that. He looks so peaceful, and he’s so warm, and the position he’s fallen asleep in feels like it would be the ideal one to remain in all night long. But if they’re really going to do this, and Quinn is going to let him spend the night in here— well, he should at least brush his teeth and get the lights.

So he does. He unwraps from him, rolls out of bed, and pads over to his bathroom caddy, where he pulls out his brush and toothpaste, then makes the short walk over to the bathroom. After a quick stop there, he swipes back into his room, closes the door firmly behind him, and hears it lock itself again. He wonders if he’s made a ruckus, and if that will wake him. But Sebastián is still asleep.

And if he is, then so he is.

Quinn certainly doesn’t mind it.

He turns off the string lights, then crawls back into bed, pulling the comforter over the both of them. Sebastián’s arms tug back around him in his slumber, and he presses his cheek into his sweatshirt again, and he sighs.

He hopes, when he wakes up in the morning, that Sebastián will be alright with this.

But until morning, he’ll just lay here, in his arms.

*

Nando didn’t mean to fall asleep in Quinn’s room.

In fact, when he wakes up in the morning, he doesn’t even register right away that he is in Quinn’s room. All his initial thoughts are just warm and snuggly and, when he opens his eyes, cute boy cute boy cute boy . Quinn has his arm draped across his chest, and he’s dead asleep in the morning light, lips still just a little swollen from last night.

And that’s when he realizes.

He doesn’t feel like it’s a problem , really. Like, they’re officially dating now, and even though he’s pretty sure Mama would have his head on a spit if she knew he’d fallen asleep with his new boyfriend on the same night they kissed for the first time, well… she’s 2,000 miles away, and this little secret can be his and Quinn’s to share.

He really, really likes the way Quinn looks in his arms.

Quinn wakes slowly, when he does, and Nando isn’t sure how long he’s been up when it happens. He shifts against his chest, then blinks a few times, bright blue-green eyes all hazy in the morning light through the window. He moves his head, tips it up to look at him, and then, with the tiniest little hum, he inches up to eye level and kisses him slowly.

Jeez. Nando is in deep.

“Good morning,” he murmurs, when they pull away. He makes sure Quinn is looking at him when he adds, “I… I’m sorry I fell asleep without meaning to.”

Quinn shakes his head with a little smile. His speaking voice is different, when he can’t hear himself, and it’s the cutest shit Nando has ever heard. “I’m okay with it if you are,” he whispers.

Nando nods rapid-fire, which is so, so overenthusiastic, but he doesn’t care at all how he appears. He knows it won’t matter to Quinn. “I am,” he tells him.

Quinn smiles bigger. Nando kisses that smile, and the morning melts into more of the same from last night.

Jeez, he really likes this boy.

When, some time later, he’s getting ready to head out for the roadie bus, Quinn sits on the edge of his bed and swings his socked feet. “You know, Sebastián,” he says, “if, um… if you were okay with staying here last night?”

Nando nods at him, as he’s fishing his slides up from where he left them last night on Quinn’s little white rug. “Yeah?”

“I…” Quinn pauses to bite his lip, which is so hot that Nando almost trips over the rug trying to get his slides on. “I’m not opposed to that happening again,” he says.

Nando’s stomach flutters. He smiles at him, so big, and says, “Oh— really?”

“Really.” Quinn nods. He’s smiling, too. “Just… my door is open, I guess?”

Nando laughs. He crosses the small room to cup his face in his hands and kiss him. Quinn giggles against his mouth, and it’s a very good sound.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he hums, as smooth as he can manage, and Quinn swats his chest, laughing with his forehead pressed to his.

“I bet you will,” he says. “Oh, and— one more thing?”

“Sure thing, baby.” He brushes the swoop in his hair; he still has a case of bed head. “Your wish is my command.”

Quinn’s smile looks sneaky, all of a sudden. He looks him up and down, then bats his eyelashes. Jeez. Nando is so fucking gay.

Quinn tips his head to the side. “Can I have your sweatshirt?”

#crickets #quindo #nandoooooooo #mini quinny #ficlet #ao3 link #mel writes

[marvinswriting]

Northshore's couples, written by anonymous, about anonymous.

a crack idea bear and I had that I took seriously

g/t mean girls

November, 12th

Ifykyk.

Hey, Northshore! Welcome to a new section of the school newspaper. I've been fighting for a gossip blog for a hot minute now, and since the paper is dying down, Northshore is finally allowing it. 

But this isn't just any gossip blog.

This is the place where I'm gonna -try- to answer your most burning questions about Northshore couples in question.

All through anonymity and observation.

To start, let's meet the students. All names have been changed so identities can stay hidden. In the tinies we've got: J, A, and R. Then in the giants there is: D, C, G, K, and S.

Who's with who? Who hates who? Who's got some secrets under the surface? Come back next week.

"Full offense to Northshore, this sounds stupid as fuck." Janis huffed, tossing down the newspaper, letting it fall to the table. 

Karen looked at the small girl of Damian's shoulder.

"Why do you think?"

"Gossip blogs are unoriginal and boring. The school newspaper is grasping at straws."

"They can be fun when done right." Regina points out. "I say we check in next week and find out more about the students it's about."

"Whats-" Cady frowned. "What's a gossip blog?"

"Aww, baby's first gossip blog! We have to keep up with this one. Just for Cady." Damian said.

Karen watched with amusement as her friends discussed gossip blogs and if they were any good.

This will be fun. 

November 19th

Love the feedback from last week guys! You're all as hyped as I am. And no. I won't confirm who your suspicions are. Stop slipping notes under the computer lab door.

This week J and D were seen together. (It's not uncommon.) 

A was seen kissing C when they thought nobody was looking. But don't be fooled, somebody is always looking.

Not to be creepy or anything.

Just- we saw that, A. 

You won't spot R without K or G anywhere near them, don't know if any of them are dating though.

Development into J and D's relationship as D is seen defending J from S. Sources couldn't hear what they were saying but it sounded pretty hostile. Is it just caring friends or something a little more? 

This blog is focused around uncovering Northshore's couples once and for all. Have any tips? There's been a box placed by the computer lab door. Got any other people you want to see covered? Let me know!

Until next week, the anon who writes about anons. Xx!

"So," Cady looked down at her newspaper. "A gossip blog, is just talking about people?"

"Hence, the gossip part." Janis folder her own tiny newspaper, tossing it onto the cafeteria table from Damian's pocket. "And it's stupid."

"I wonder who it's about?" Gretchen said. "I know everything about everybody. But all this info? This is news to me."

"It's obviously about-" Karen paused. Was she the only one to figure it out?

Wasn't she the dumb one?

"Never mind. I dunno who it's about either."

"I don't understand why you care so much." Janis huffed.

"Because its fun to be nosey about lives that aren't ours. Duh." Regina said.

November, 26th

Happy Friday, Northshore!

Wow, lots of you sent in info about J and D. Whether you've cracked the code on who they are or maybe you're just observant of two fellow students- there is no denying they're pretty affectionate.

Since we're on the topic, let's start with J and D.

Kisses. Lots of them.

Romantic, or just friends? The duo themselves give pretty mixed answers so we must take matters into our own hands and draw our own conclusions. J was seen skipping class on multiple occasions and hiding with D. I hope J has a good tutor. I could never miss that much info.

R and G are seen together. K seems like they're third-wheeling. Somebody get them out of there. K, if you need a sos, slip a note in the box bby. We've got you.

If you want to talk about PDA, look no further than A and C. Wow! A hello kiss, a kiss kiss, a GOODBYE KISS? They may not say it themselves but those two are definitely a fairytale couple.

No updates to S. #singleforlife.

Sorry, S. If you're reading this.

"Well, A and C just sound gross." Janis frowns.

"Don't be negative, Jan." Damian shakes his head at the girl on the table. "They sound cute."

"Overly cute." Cady says.

"I'm glad somebody agrees." Janis huffed.

"Poor K. Thridwheeling a couple is awful." Gretchen sympathizes.

"We don't know if R and G are dating." Aaron points out. "We don't know if any of these people are dating. I'm kinda hooked."

"Well, third-wheeling best friends is even worse." Cady sighs, glancing at Damian and Janis. 

Karen looked at the newspaper in her hands with a soft smile. She had a note to drop off.

December 3rd

Happppppy Friday! I have a big announcement right off the bat!

It is I, the writer, formally known as Anon. But now there's two of us! Me, the writer, and another student- the spy. Between the two of us (and your help from the box!) we're gonna crack these relationships open in no time!

This week's rundown!

R was with G the whole week. There was not one time they were separated. 

A, J, and R were seen in the tiny halls together where  A was overheard talking fondly about C.

Is there a fight for J?

D and S seem to never want to leave J alone.

Although, if you asked the writer, I'm totally team JD. Message for S? This isn't middle school anymore. Being mean to somebody isn't a good way to show your emotions. Message for D? You're doing fabulous, I'm rooting for you. Message for J? Pick fucking wisely. 

I'm a bit biased but my info is not. 

Don't you worry.

Until next week, you know where the box is! Xx.

"Aw, J and D sound like a cute couple." Regina cooes.

"A and C don't." Janis shook her head. "To sappy."

"Is Jan warming up to the gossip blog? And forming opinions?" Damian teased.

Karen shook her head in disbelief. The fact that her friends were yet to catch on-

-they were dense. Not idiots, just dense.

"S sounds like an asshole." Gretchen shook her head. "Bet its a boy. Yknow when a boy would pull your hair in elementary school and you'd get told, oh boys will be boys. He just likes you! Yeah. S is a dude for sure."

"Not every boy was like that. I wasn't." Damian said.

"You're gay." Janis rolled her eyes. 

December 10th

Heyo Northshore! It's the writer. Might I say, you look wonderful today? 

I don't see you but I'm sure you're just stunning.

A must be p r e t t y stupid because they were seen all this week studying with C. A kiss for every problem right? Hey, it's not a bad deal.

R was seen primarily with K this week, throwing off all previous theories.

Must have been a rough week for J. I'd imagine you've got to be stressed as hell to just break down randomly but guess what- they did. Lack of sleep? Hunger? S? Who knows what the culprit was.

But don't you worry, D was quick to whisk them off to someplace quiet.

Love to see it, I want a significant other like that.

The day they confirm their relationship is the day I expect a wedding invite.

See you next week! Xx.

"Wow! Looks like Jan isn't the only one in Northshore who needs to learn when to take a break before the break takes them." Damian deadpanned, lowing his newspaper.

Karen blinked. Are you kidding me?

"I was just tired." Janis huffed. "I needed a nap."

"I dunno man. A and C sound cheesy as fuck." Gretchen shook her head.

"They do. Now J and D though? That couple goals." Janis said.

Karen's hand shot to her mouth as she covered a laugh with a forced cough. "Couple? You think they're together?"

"For sure. They sound made to be!"

Oh dear.

December 17th

Winter break next week! Who's excited? We get full two weeks off this year and I'm so ready for a break.

I'll miss our resident couples in question though.

Not to throw everyone off but-

J spent the week with G. R spent the week with C. And A was with D?

Now granted by the time you're reading this print, this is two-week-old information- but why?

Did you get bored and just s w a p?

Anyway, I guess S wanted into the mix too? Because they took advantage of no D to try and get to J. It didn't work. G was there to protect our favorite JD ship. I'm not saying they're a cockblocker bc I don't wanna imply anything, but S is d e f i n it l y trying to get something out of J. Motive unclear but hey, we can assume :/

Gross.

Anyway, there were multiple fights that broke out that day so idk what yall were on but jesus christ calm down. Not relationship-related but be fucking nice to tineis.

Ugh.

K had no part in this swap of s/o but hey, they weren't third-wheeling anymore. 

Xx!

"Be fucking nice to tinies!" Regina cheers.

"J and G?" Janis frowned at the tiny newspaper in her hands. "Sorry, only know about J and D."

"Janis went from, ew gossip, to I'd die to have JD confirmed, real fast." Aaron pointed out.

"As she should." Gretchen pointed out. "They sound cute as fuck.

"Hands down they're lesbians." Regina said.

Karen shook her head, totally dumbfounded.

January, 7th

Did you miss me! I missed you. Mwah.

Right off the bat-

Uh. The box has been filled with messages from S saying, they do not like J. 

So I guess they're just an asshole.

Hey, just means team JD is gonna win.

Speaking of-

When J was asked directly they said that, I quote "D is the love of my life." But when asking D, I was told: "[J is] just a good friend". Sort your story idiots. The school wants to know!

While S may be out of the running, many sources say JC is a rising ship? Between A and C and J and C, I can't help but wonder, is there a behind the scenes JCA?

Fellow tiny students report A and J not being very close in the tiny hallways though. Now J and R tho-

J is just one lucky mate.

Who's your favorite? Let me know in the box! Xx.

"J and D." Janis says from her perch on Damian's shoulder. 

Karen just looked at her phone.

"You think there's a threesome going on in school?" Gretchen asked.

"Unlikely. I don't even this A and C sound cute. Why add another." Aaron rolled his eyes.

You don't think-

Karen sighed.

She really should tell them but- it was so much funnier this was.

Janis stood up on Damian's shoulder, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw without motive. 

Karen turned back to her phone, unsurprised if that would pop up in next week's article. 

January 14th

I love you- signed the writer.

Glad we got that out of the way.

NOW.

This was quite the week for our "couples".

First off, D and J? PDA through the roof.

Idk, maybe it's a special week, or maybe we're paying more attention and they've always been like that.

Those tiny kisses aren't lost on me, J. I see all.

Ugh, so cute.

A and C are-

"Skip this passage," Janis whined. "Nobody cares about them."

Everyone around the lunch table nodded as Karen began to read out loud again.

G kissed R?! R might have given a scowl but bystanders didn't miss the blush. Platonic or something more? That's the big question of this article but hey- this is a big step for all you GR shippers. Sorry to whoever wrote that long letter in the box passionately explaining how JR was peak friends to enemies to lovers. 

Shame.

#JD, anyway, you know where the box is! Xx.

"Fuck A and C. All my homies hate A and C." Janis grinned.

Cady nodded. "They're too cliche. It's annoying and I don't even know who they are."

Karen placed her head on the table with a groan.

She may not be smart, but these people were flat out idiots.

She felt a tug on her hair and looked up, resting her chin on the table.

"You okay, Karen?" Janis stood in front of her, Newspaper held at her side.

"Yeah, just dying on the inside a bit. Yknow, leaf emoji."

Janis made a face. "I don't but uh-" She leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Karen's nose. "Don't leaf emoji. We like you here, alive on the inside."

Karen smiles. "Thanks, Janis." 

January 21st

Just when you think it's all figured out- J kisses K. 

In front of D.

At this point- they're all together. One big happy family. 

I'm still clinging onto my JD dream. 

Speaking off-

S is back. Did you miss them? Me neither.

They just grabbed J like nothing? Anyway, D was there to save the day obviously.

Our great big hero got a pretty precious nose kiss from J.  

I could make their own newspaper section about how cute they are. There is no way you can be that cute and n o t already engaged.

On another J note, if JD doesn't happen, I'd be pretty content with some CJ. C was seen giving J "a nice-sized smooch" (somebody from the box).

No development in the R and G category, just their usual cuteness.

Leave any tips in the box! You know where it is. Xx.

"Uh uh. JD over CJ." Janis shook her head.

Karen just placed the newspaper in her bag. Janis and Damian were quick to become J and D's biggest shippers. They were so good at confusing the school about their relationship status that they had themselves fooled.

Cady and Aaron, who were dating and just won't confirm it, hated C and A's relationship. Calling it cheesy and artificially sweet.

And Regina though R sounded like a bitch and G deserved somebody better.

The whole thing was just crazy. 

"I gotta go talk to a teacher this period. It was fun reading the paper together though." Karen said getting up.

There was a chorus of 'bye Karen's as she walked away.

The newspaper holder in the hallways was empty. Northshore's 'couples' was quick to catch on and save the newspaper program. 

Karen pushed the door open to the computer lab, making her way over to the tiny end.

"Hey, Glen."

Glen Coco looked up at her with a grin. "Got anything for me, spy?"

@realmisspolarbear @smallsoysauce @musicallygt

#this was fun to write #g/t #g/t mean girls #Giant/tiny #g/t writing #tiny janis #tiny regina #tiny aaron #giant damian #giant gretchen #giant cady #giant karen #tiny glen

[ohnojustimagine]

Queen for the Night

Sunil Singh/Reader/Samir Singh; smut, 2370 words

A very nice anon asked for some Singh brothers! Unfortunately that was so long ago that nice anon has quite possibly since moved on, but hey, I did finally finish it.

-

Sometimes you seem to spend half your working life trying to locate things that aren't where they should be. WWE is scarily efficient for a company that operates on a scale as vast as it does, but even so, stuff goes missing. Which is why you're currently somewhere in the depths of tonight's venue, checking the numbers on random equipment cases, trying desperately to find these parts for one of the lighting rigs before your director completely loses his shit.

And the last thing you need right now is to be interrupted, but apparently you're not going to get a choice in that, because it seems the Singh brothers have decided you're their next target. You're pretty sure that Sunil and Samir have tried hitting on practically every woman backstage at Smackdown, and maybe you should be kind of offended that it's taken this long for your turn to come around. But here they are, with their sunglasses and their attitude and that has-to-be-fake Bollywood award, sauntering towards you, and for fuck's sake, you mutter to yourself, taking a deep breath, willing yourself to be polite.

"Hey there, pretty lady," says Samir, leaning up against one of the cases. "You look kind of lonely."

"No," you reply, trying not to be too short with him, because however annoying these two are, they're still talent, which means you're way below them in the backstage hierarchy. "Just busy."

"Busy," Sunil repeats, nodding.

"Maybe you're working too hard?" Samir says. "Maybe you need to relax."

"Probably," you allow, because you can't argue with that.

"You know what's really relaxing?" he asks.

"What?" you reply, painfully aware you're not going to like the answer.

"Some Bollywood loving."

You sigh, because if this is their pitch then no fucking wonder they've been through the entire women's roster and most of the female crew without ever managing to get any. "Really?" you reply through gritted teeth. "And what would that involve?"

"The two of us," Sunil says, "and you."

"So, like, a threeway?" You look at them, unimpressed.

They both nod, almost pathetically eager.

"God," you say, laughing despite yourself, because well, at least they're direct. "I mean, couldn't you maybe ask me out for a drink or dinner or something first?"

You see them exchange vaguely terrified glances, and then Sunil says, slowly, cautiously, "Would you... like to have dinner with us?"

"No," you tell him. "No, I don't think I'd like that."

They both look down, and they seem so sadly, resignedly accepting of your answer that you feel a twinge of... something. You're not sure exactly what, and maybe you're just in a contrary mood or maybe it's just your current sexual dry spell clouding your judgment, but they are kind of hot. And, if you're honest with yourself, you're pretty over dating huge dudes with simmering anger issues and egos bigger than their biceps. Not that Samir and Sunil are lacking in ego (or, frankly, biceps) but there's something weirdly, almost charmingly misplaced about their hubris.

"But yeah," you say. "I would be down for some Bollywood loving." You shrug. "Why not?"

They both gaze at you for a second, like they're frozen in place, and then turn to stare at each other, wide-eyed in apparent shock.

"You'll be our Princess," Sunil stutters out, practically falling over the words.

"Queen," Samir corrects him. "You'll be our Queen for the night." He gives you a gallant little bow, and crap, you think, because you're actually kind of into this. "Would tonight work for you?" he asks.

"Yeah, I think it would," you say, wondering what the actual hell you've gotten yourself into, but strangely, surprisingly impatient to find out.

-

It's late by the time you make it to their hotel room, but they're ready for you, opening the door as soon as you knock, ushering you inside with murmured greetings.

They're both wearing black pants, Sunil's teamed with a purple shirt, Samir in blue, their hair wet and slicked-back, obviously freshly-showered, and they smell really good. You feel decidedly under dressed, still in your work jeans and a slightly grubby t-shirt, but they look at you with an almost glowing approval that makes you feel a whole lot more special than you're sure you have any right to.

Samir presents you with a glass of champagne, and you want to tell them they don't need to make a thing of it, act like this is some big deal, but you suspect that would be rude, so you keep the thought to yourself, instead taking a sip. And you're kind of taken aback by the taste, because it's obviously something expensive, way more upmarket than you're used to, and you don't know why, but suddenly, you're a little nervous.

They both drink, not saying anything, giving each other quick, awkwardly nervous glances, back and forth, and for a second you can't work out what their problem is but then ohhh, you realize. Because they very clearly don't know how to get started, which is actually kind of sweet.

"Maybe..." you say, and they look at you. "Maybe we could kiss? Make out for a bit, see where things go?"

They nod, in unison, and you're pretty sure you're going to have to hold their hands a little, lead them through this, which is more effort than you were expecting, but you've come this far, you tell yourself. You're planning on getting some dick tonight, and you'll do whatever needs to be done to make that happen.

So you drink down the rest of your champagne, and they do the same, the three of you setting down your glasses. "Okay," you say, taking a step towards Samir, who at least seems perhaps a tiny bit less apprehensive than his brother.

He looks at you, eyes flickering down to your mouth as you move even closer, holding your breath, uncertain, but then you kiss him. And there's a split second of awkwardness as you both take a moment to find your way into it, and then... then it's good. It's really good, way better than you were anticipating, because his lips are soft, and hot, his mouth opening to yours, your tongue tangling against his, slow and deep and sensual.

His hands are on your upper arms, sliding up over your shoulders, your neck, cradling your face, but then there are other hands on your waist.

Because for a minute you'd forgotten about Sunil, but you can feel him, standing behind you, and you pull back, turning to face him, leaning in to meet his mouth as he kisses you. He's more immediately demanding than his brother, though perhaps that's just the mood changing, becoming more electric, desire sparking between the three of you, something hot in the air around you.

They both stop, and though neither of them speaks, you see them exchange a knowing look, nodding slightly as if in understanding. And then Sunil's behind you, again, but this time he's taking off your t-shirt, pulling it over your head, whispering in your ear how beautiful you are as he unhooks your bra, and Samir's unbuttoning your jeans, slipping them gently down your legs, your panties going with them, every move as if smoothly coordinated between them, and perhaps, you think, you didn't give them enough credit, because they sure as hell seem to know what they're doing now.

When you're naked, they each take one of your hands, leading you towards the bed between them and somehow that's so very hot, the way they help you up, gently lie you down. Sunil arranges the pillows under your head and Samir carefully, almost reverently, moves your legs apart, stroking up your calves, caresses sliding across your skin.

You watch as they again look at each other in some kind of unspoken communication, something being agreed without words, and then Samir leans down between your thighs.

And you can't help sighing a little, kind of wishing he'd just fuck you because you're more than ready for it, but then his mouth is on you, and suddenly you're not wishing for anything else but exactly this.

Because holy shit but he knows what he's doing, and you can't even think, or breathe, or... you don't even know, because it seems his tongue is taking you to places you haven't been in a really, really long time. Possibly ever, but then, just when you're well on your way to a what you can tell is going to be a spectacular orgasm, he... stops. He just stops, and you whine in protest, grabbing at him, trying to pull him back down, desperate to finish, but instead he shifts up the bed until he's beside you, leaning down to kiss you.

And before you can tell him that isn't what you need, Sunil's taking his place between your legs, face pressed in close against you, licking you. And whoa, you think, because you don't know if they've compared notes at some point or if this is just some kind of freak genetic talent, but he's every bit as good at this as his brother.

You moan into Samir's mouth, kissing away the taste of yourself on his lips, his hands running up over your breasts, pinching your nipples as Sunil's tongue fucks in and out of you, teasing around the entrance of your pussy before moving back up to lap at your clit.

And though you try to breathe, slow yourself down, you quickly feel your orgasm building inside you once again, but at least this time you're not so surprised when Sunil stops, smiling up at you, licking his lips as he looks across at his brother.

They move around you, swapping positions so Samir's again eating you out and Sunil's kissing you, and maybe you should protest, try and take charge, because it seems they're not going to stop, not going to let you get off until they've had their fill of you. But, to your surprise, you kind of like it, this feeling of helplessness, of being taken care of, the way that every time you get even close to coming they'll both pull away, silently changing places with each other, two mouths on you until you're not sure you can tell who's who anymore, closing your eyes and surrendering to it.

Your pussy feels as if it's throbbing, the empty ache at your core seeming to intensify with every desperate breath you take, feeling as if you might come with every touch, crying out in frustration as you're denied yet again, whimpering until there's another tongue on you, licking hot and needy, sending you even higher.

But you're past the point of no return, now, and so you open your eyes. You've been too caught up to realize they've both already taken off their clothes, and you stare at them, hungry, taking in the sight of smooth skin and lean muscles; two hard cocks that only make the longing inside you even more urgent.

"Please," you say. "Please fuck me."

And they don't say anything. "I need you to fuck me," you repeat, prepared to beg for it if you have to.

"Okay," Samir agrees, and Sunil nods, reaching across to grab a box of condoms from the nightstand.

He keeps one for himself, handing another to Samir, and you lie there, waiting, watching as Sunil rolls the condom down over his cock, giving you just enough time to calm down a little, but even so, you moan loudly as soon as he's on top of you. You feel like you might sob with relief as he enters you, because you're so fucking ready for it, his cock filling you up just right, just like you've been aching for. He starts off slow, but you're way too far gone for anything so gentle, arching up your hips and grabbing his ass, urging him on to fuck you harder, faster. And he understands, giving you what you need until you're biting down on your bottom lip, trying not to scream as your long-delayed orgasm rushes up on you. Sunil thrusts into you even harder as you come, and you're writhing underneath him, feeling as if it might never stop, your whole body shaking. But he fucks you right through it and then beyond, muttering under his breath as he finishes, exhaling, closing his eyes, his cock deep inside you.

Samir's kneeling beside you, waiting his turn, his hand on his cock, stroking, and you look at him as Sunil rolls off you.

"Do you want..." he says, and you see him swallow, take a visible breath, as if he's having to consciously control himself, and that's so fucking hot. "Do you want to wait?" he asks. "Do you need a minute?"

And you don't answer, instead simply grabbing his hand, pulling him down onto you, opening your legs even wider and whining with the feeling of it as he pushes into you. He's maybe a little thicker than his brother, needing no encouragement to go hard, and you're really feeling it in just the right way.

You're maybe going to come again, so close to the edge of it, and god, you think, because you just want more, but you breathe in, holding yourself back, wanting to wait, make it last, for now only revelling in the sensation of being fucked like this. You scrape your nails down Samir's back, light enough to tease without leaving marks, watching his face as he comes, his moans filling the air around you, resounding inside your head until you're dizzy.

He pulls out, and you whine, but he's right there next to you, Sunil on your other side.

You lie in between them, catching your breath as their hands roam over your body, Samir kissing along your jaw, Sunil licking your ear, his tongue wet on your skin.

"Can..." you say, uncertain. "Can I stay?"

"Of course," they reply, in unison, looking up, smiling at you

"You really are our Queen," Samir says, and you laugh, happily, because what you feel like is a goddess, like you're in heaven, and you don't ever want to come back down.

#ohnojustwrites #wwe imagine #wwe smut #sunil singh imagine #samir singh imagine #singh brothers imagine

[thepartyresponsible]

after a somewhat prolonged absence (moving is a goddamn nightmare), here’s the second soundtrack fill! this one is for an anon who asked for jason todd + "why you gotta kick me when i'm down" by bring me the horizon.

so here’s what happens when superheroes/vigilantes are (vaguely) legitimized and organized into authorized teams, but jason still manages to ruin his life.

no real warnings for this one, except it’s not overly kind to bruce wayne.

Jason gets traded to SHIELD after he shoots the Penguin in the face. He’s probably supposed to be grateful that he gets traded at all. Unnecessary kills are frowned upon all over, and Bruce especially takes a pretty grim stance on them.

Hell, Bruce is so pissed about this kill that two of Jason’s molars are still sitting a little loose in his jaw when his plane touches down in D.C.

The media’s been brutal about it, especially in Gotham. It’s nothing new. They’ve hated Jason since he crawled out of Crime Alley. They hate Jason, and they hate the Outlaws, and they’ve been gleefully running grainy videos of Bruce backhanding Jason’s mask to pieces all Goddamn week.

There were reporters camped outside Titans Tower from the moment Roy Harper brought him in, and Dick, because he’s Dick, never sent them away.  

“It’s public property. They’ve got a right to be there,” he’d said, while he packed Jason’s mouth with gauze and cleaned up cuts and clucked over bruises. “They can’t get inside.”

And Roy would’ve chased them off, probably, except Roy got dragged into trade negotiations immediately and left before Jason even woke up the morning after Bruce kicked his ass.

Jason wasn’t part of any negotiations. Dick ran what interference he could, but half the country, including Bruce, wanted Jason in prison. In the end, SHIELD is better than he could have hoped for. It’s better than he deserves. He’s got no right to be angry about it, even if D.C. is not his city. Even if he worked damn hard, for years, to stay out of SHIELD and its reach.

But the collateral damage is pissing him off. Roy, pulled from the Titans, stepping in to run the Outlaws. Kate Bishop, loaned to the Titans to fill their archer slot. And Peter Parker, graduated early from SHIELD, sent to round out the West Coast Avengers.

Parker, who’d been angling for a spot on the Avengers. Who earned that spot. Who’s everybody’s Goddamn darling.

Jesus Christ, people barely tolerate Jason in Gotham. He’s not going to be able to set foot in New York for years.

When he steps off the plane, he expects to be met by agents. He’s not technically in anybody’s custody; he’s been traded, not incarcerated. But Dick and Wally escorted him to his gate, possibly to keep any riled-up civilians from spitting in his face, and he feels rootless and exposed, navigating the airport alone.

It’s fine. He’s not armed, but, in a place like this, he doesn’t need to be. There’s no threat here.

He nudges his teeth with his tongue, feels them give more than they should. The stitches dissolved two days ago, and the swelling’s mostly gone, but the bruises on his face have settled in to linger.

He gets a few wide-eyed stares, but it’s hard to tell if anyone actually recognizes him or if it’s just the bruising turning heads. Most people only associate Red Hood with the mask. He’s lucky that way. He’s been careful to keep his face out of the press.

SHIELD, of course, does all its work with its Aux agents bare-faced and uniformed, all their stats and headshots available for public perusal. So that’s probably the end of whatever anonymity Jason had managed to preserve.

Which is fine. He wouldn’t’ve had any anonymity in prison, either. So it’s not like he’s losing something he ever had a chance to keep.

He’s standing in baggage claim, waiting for the duffle bag of clothes Artemis brought over, when a man wearing a decent suit and a blandly pleasant expression approaches from his left. “Phil Coulson,” he says, hand extended. “From SHIELD.”

Phil Coulson is a name that sounds vaguely familiar, like something Dick said to him a couple dozen times while Jason was busy trying to pretend none of this was going to happen. Jason sizes him up and then reaches out, shakes his hand. “Hey. Jason Todd, from--” He cuts himself off, flounders.

Jason Todd, from the Outlaws.

But he isn’t. He built that team. He was the cornerstone of that team. The Outlaws have never existed without him. And now, for nothing, for a father that maybe at some point cared about him, he’s ruined the whole Goddamn thing.

“From SHIELD,” Phil supplies, patiently.

“Yeah,” Jason says. He turns away, grabs his bag. “From SHIELD.”

Phil gives him a long, evaluating look. His eyes linger on the bruising around Jason’s jawline, and Jason doesn’t fidget, doesn’t drop his eyes. After a tense, drawn-out moment, Phil nods. “Alright, Jason,” he says, “let’s go.”

  He doesn’t expect a warm welcome. He escaped SHIELD training by virtue of Bruce’s dogged resistance to oversight and the fact that, technically, Jason put on his first costume before the Auxiliary Justice Department was established. He was grandfathered in, had to register but never needed to be licensed, and, for the past seven years, he’s just been one of the many now-authorized vigilantes who refused any kind of PR-pleasing government training.

Now here he is, showing up at SHIELD’s doorstep like a puppy no one wanted. And he’s taking Parker’s place, which sure as hell isn’t going to endear him to anybody.

He’s heard about trades like this. People being traded into teams that don’t want them. It was never like that on the Outlaws, because the Outlaws were, technically, under Bruce’s watch, and Bruce’s theory on teamwork has always been less is more.  And it’s not like that on the Titans or the Teen Titans or any of the teams directly below the Justice League, either, because they’ve got enough draw to only get the best.

But some of the government teams. Some of the military teams. Not so often with the higher-ranking SHIELD teams, but everybody heard about the mess on Rumlow’s team a few years ago. Everyone knows what they were doing to Barnes before Rogers found out.

Hell, Xaiver’s school is full of former government recruits who dropped out and need to be reconditioned – whatever the hell that means – to civilian life.

“Regulations require that you stay on base through the weekend,” Coulson tells him.

“Sure,” Jason says. He’d been under the impression that he’d be staying on base through the rest of his natural life, so weekend, in comparison, sounds mercifully reasonable.

“Pending clearance from Medical, you’ll be moved into the team’s building on Monday.”

Jason stares out the window, watches the cars. “Medical?” he asks, because it seems like the least treacherous part of that sentence.

“I was told,” Coulson says, with a sudden sharp edge to all that quiet patience, “that you were cleared for fieldwork.”

Jason’s tongue goes to his teeth, works at the swollen line of his gums. “Jesus,” he says, “it’s just cosmetic. And I probably shouldn’t blow anyone for a week, so maybe swap someone else in for the time-sensitive dick-sucking jobs.”

The look Coulson gives him is dangerously, infinitely bland, and Jason’s heart double-skips in his chest as it occurs to him that maybe that kind of shit is supposed to be on the table now. What the hell would he know? He’s worked with Bruce his whole career.

Jason, for the record, would happily take a mask-shattering, teeth-loosening backhand over being sent out to suck some scummy government dick. Jesus, he’d take the hit every day of his life.

“Is that a common work requirement in Gotham?” Coulson’s tone is light and even, professionally curious.

“It absolutely is not,” Jason says.

“That’s good,” Phil says, as he expertly navigates a u-turn through four separate lanes of traffic with all the nonchalance of someone turning right on red. “So you’ll have Medical, and then sexual harassment training, and then you can move into the team building on Monday.”

“Jesus Christ,” Jason says, forehead thunking into glass hard enough to make his bruised temple ache. “You fucking Feds.”

  They don’t go to the SHIELD base. They go to a small Italian restaurant in a strip mall. “We’re a little behind schedule,” Coulson says, as he unbuckles his seatbelt. “They already have a table. Let’s go.”

Jason follows because he’s got no right to stay behind. He keeps his mouth shut because he’s got no reason to need more information. He’s not running anything; he’s nobody’s captain. He traded all of that for a bullet in the Penguin’s head, and maybe it was worth it, maybe it wasn’t, but it’s already done.

Coulson gives him another look as Jason falls in step beside and a little behind him. It’s a thoughtful, calculating look, eyes unreadable, mouth a flat line. It’s the kind of look Bruce used to give him, before he gave up and kicked Jason out of the cave. It’s the way someone looks at an investment they’re starting to reconsider.

Well, it’s not Jason’s fucking fault if SHIELD made a bad trade. The whole world was running headlines saying the best thing to do with him was lock him up in isolation, keep him confined for the next ten, fifteen years. It’s not like SHIELD wasn’t warned what a shitshow Jason is.

As they step into the restaurant, make their way toward the back, Jason wonders if SHIELD did this as a favor to the Titans and Outlaws or as a way to get some kind of leverage on Bruce. He hopes they had the sense to angle for a favorable relationship with the Titans. If they think Bruce Wayne is going to give a damn what SHIELD does to him now, Jason has two loose teeth, three bruised ribs, and an impressive array of week-old bruises that would argue to the contrary.

“Here,” Coulson says and nods towards a table with two occupants.

Jason knows, in a glance, that it’s Hawkeye and the Widow.

They’re both watching him. Barton’s subtler about it. He’s got a sort of hapless, heedless air about him that makes his awareness seem accidental. It’s hard to take him seriously with that line of butterfly bandages above his eyebrow, the half-healed scab over his badly split lip. He reminds Jason of Roy, a little, and Jason almost smiles at him, because it’s good to see anything that looks like home.

And Romanoff could be Artemis, with the catlike stare she levels his way. Not aggressive, necessarily, but patient, intent. Assessing. Her body language lacks the casual, lived-in ease of Barton’s mannerisms. But that could be because she’s sipping elegantly from a glass of red wine while Barton is wrestling a plate of spaghetti into submission with a fork held awkwardly between bandage-wrapped fingers.

“Clint, Natasha,” Coulson says, as he slides into one of the open seats across from them. “This is Jason Todd.”

“Hey,” Clint says, around a mouthful of spaghetti. “I ate your breadsticks.”

“And he’s very sorry,” Natasha adds. “And he’s buying you more.”

Jason stares at them. And then he stares at Coulson. And then, because he’s got fuck-all else to do, he settles into the seat across from Clint and narrows his eyes. “You’d fucking better,” he says.

Sometimes, when he can’t find the fight he knows he’s losing, he starts a new one. It saves time.

But Clint just grimaces, looking good-natured and abashed. “Sorry. Got hungry.”

Jason furrows his brow, keeps staring. Clint blinks and shrugs, ducks his head so he can funnel more spaghetti into his mouth, and Jason wonders if he’s actually supposed to think that Clint Barton – Hawkeye, World’s Greatest Marksman, Avenger – is as friendly and harmless as your average Golden Retriever.

“Let’s see you,” Natasha says, leaning forward, and Jason goes completely still as the Black Widow’s fingers curl around his chin.

Jesus Christ, he thinks. Jesus Christ.

The Avengers are the reason their work was ever legitimized. The Avengers are the reason the Accords were reworked toward mercy. Without the Avengers, there would’ve been a war, and Jason knows exactly how that would’ve ended up for groups like the Outlaws, who were always a special target, even back when all vigilantes were criminals.

The Widow’s fingers are cold against his skin. She lifts his face toward the light, runs her thumb so lightly over the bruising along his jaw that he barely feels it.

“Get fussy with the flight attendants?” Clint asks. “I got locked in the lavatory once.”

And he is like Roy, because, when Jason glances over, he’s got a big dopey smile on his face and a look in his eyes like someone, somewhere, is going to lose blood over this.

“You guys don’t watch TV?” Jason should pull away from the Widow. Her fingers are still on his face, and he has to speak soft and careful to keep from dislodging her. It’s making him sound young and unsure, almost shy. “Batman doesn’t keep killers on his teams.”

“If you’d been a shade less study,” Natasha says, tone strangely controlled, nearly singsong, “Bruce Wayne would be a killer.”

Jason blinks. He remembers the hit that shattered his mask, the starlight sickness of heat-pressure-pain that broke his brain to pieces, left him too Goddamn dizzy to remember to get his hands up to block the next punch.

He remembers, also, the hot splatter of his own blood when Bruce opened his fucking throat with a batarang years ago.

“Bruce, you know.” He tips his head out of the Widow’s grasp and steals her wine, just to give his hands something to do. “Sometimes, when people don’t listen, he gets loud about things.”

“Sometimes,” Clint says, lifting the wine right out of Jason’s hand, “when I don’t listen, Coulson pulls me from the field, makes me go to therapy.”

“Wow,” Jason says, “I think I’ll take the punch to the face.”

Clint grins at him. His grin is sharp enough to cut someone. Beside him, Natasha mirrors it. “Yeah,” he says. “Devil you know, huh?”

“Okay,” Jason says, because this whole week has been a stretch of nightmare after nightmare, waking up to realize it’s getting worse every time he opens his eyes. He was ready for a bleak SHIELD room that locked from the outside. He was ready for revenge. He was ready to be made into a point, a cautionary tale for all the other Auxers who refused licensing. “What the fuck is this? Why am I at dinner with two Avengers? The fuck is going on?”

Natasha swipes her wine out of Clint’s unresisting fingers, brings the nearly-empty glass up to her mouth. “Coulson believes in team bonding rituals,” she says.

“I’m not on your team,” Jason says. He’s not. He’s here because nobody wanted him. He’s here because SHIELD was better than prison. He’s here because he fucks up every single thing he touches.

“Well,” Clint says, “not until I get you those breadsticks.”

Jason gives up on the pair of them and turns to stare at Agent Coulson, who’s been casually perusing the menu throughout the entire conversation. “What,” Jason says, as clearly as he can, “the fuck.”

Phil Coulson smiles at him, calm and unconcerned and vaguely benign. He looks like someone who’s used to dealing with people like Jason, which is a hell of a change from the way Bruce always looks at him. For years now, Bruce has been staring at Jason like he’s got no idea what species he is.

“Jason,” he says, “what do you know about Strike Team Delta?”

#writing #fic #fill #soundtrack fills

[readyourimgaines]

Chapter Seven: A Whole New Side

Here’s the seventh Chapter I promised the Anon that made my week. @mayonnaiseismycomfortfood @board-certifiedbastard @iamnotbrianmay

“So what’s wrong?” Grantaire asked, sitting on the counter of Courfeyrac and Combeferre’s apartment. 

“Okay. So, Ferre doesn’t get home from work until around six and I need someone to talk to Enj. Jehan is out of town so they’re not in the question, he won’t tell me anything, and you’re the only other person aside from Jehan and Ferre that he actually talks to.” Courf put down his coffee mug.  

“What makes you think there’s something wrong?”

“He hasn’t spoken today and he won’t come out of his room. I tried to argue that aliens were real- nothing. It wasn’t until I started talking about the US government and he didn’t respond that I realized something was really wrong.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Grantaire hopped off the counter and made it to the younger blond’s room. He knocked on the door and it swung open. He was greeted with the balmy scent of pine needles and muffled music coming from Enj’s phone.

“What’s up?” Enjolras asked, folding clothes and dropping them into a pile on his bed. 

“I came to ask you the same thing. Ferre and Courf seem worried about you. I got a text from Ferre saying you seemed down and Courf doesn’t really know what’s wrong. He’s one of the few blessed children of the group that doesn’t have depression or anxiety.” 

“They don’t need to be worried. I’m totally fine.” Enjolras shook out his hair from the loose bun it was in, flipping the blond strands back to retie them.

“Is that why you’re refolding all your clothes and working up a sweat? If you wanted a workout we could have for a run or filled water balloons with watercolours and thrown darts at them. You wanted to do that, remember?” 

“I’m not refolding. I’m unpacking. I never unpacked all my stuff so I’m doing it now.” Enjolras closed the top drawer of his dresser, bending down to open what appeared to be his T-shirt drawer. 

Grantaire took a seat on Enj’s bed and studied the blond. “Procrastination doesn’t sound like you.”

“You’re right. It’s not. I didn’t know if my living here was going to be permanent. It’s come to my attention that it is, so I’m fully unpacking now. I’m not breaking down and crying over it anymore because they’re not worth it. My parents aren’t hurt by this so why should I be?” 

“Because you’re more human than they are, Enj. I’m not saying you should be breaking down and sobbing every night but if that’s what you need to do to heal, then that’s what you need to do. There’s nothing wrong with that. 

“What they did was fucked up, sure, but you’re coming out on the better end, I think. They can’t try to poison how you think anymore, they can’t control you or whatever the hell they were trying to do. You’re completely free from them. The thing to remember is that you can’t force yourself to get better like this.” Grantaire lay back on the bed with a content sigh. “The more you think about them and what they’re doing, the less you’re going to be able to focus on how amazingly you’re doing.” 

Enjolras stopped moving, his hands still in the dresser drawer. He hadn’t thought about it like that. By stewing over how he wasn’t going to let them win- whatever it was they were winning- he was letting them win anyway. They still had the control they always did. 

“You’re right.” Enjolras nodded. “How do I stop thinking like this?” Grantaire shrugged.

“It’s hard, but it’s possible. It just takes time and support. You’ve got all the support you need. Now the rest is up to you, Enjy. Don’t rush but don’t drag it out either. Listen to your body and your heart. You need to do something, need some self-care, take bubble-baths or whatever it is you do. If you need to go on a drive to clear your head, get away from all this you know I’m a call or text away.”

Enjolras turned from the dresser and knelt on the bed next to Grantaire. He wrapped his arms around R and Grantaire was quick to return the hug. Neither of them knew how long they held each other before they ended up lying together. It wasn’t much longer before the two fell asleep, still in each other’s arms.

*****

It was an hour later when Courf knocked on the bedroom door before entering. He chuckled under his breath when he laid eyes on the two. They were still curled up in each other’s arms, soundly sleeping. He took his phone from his pocket and snapped a picture of the two before promptly sending it to Ferre. 

“Enjolras?” Courf’s voice was soft as he shook the teen’s shoulder. “Enjolras.” 

The blond hummed and curled a little tighter into R’s side. He nuzzled his nose against R’s neck and Courf chuckled at the younger’s actions. 

“Dude. You have to go to work in an hour and a half. You should get some food before you go.” Courf spoke, slapping R’s head gently. 

Grantaire jumped, pulling Enjolras closer to him in shock before coming to his senses. Enjolras’s eyes were wide and clearly disoriented. 

“What?”

“You have work soon, Enjy. Get some lunch before you go. I think my boyfriend would break up with me if I didn’t make sure you ate something before you left.” Courf turned to leave the room. “You two are too cute.” 

Enjolras laid back down next to R, the two looking into each other’s eyes. Enjolras curled up against R again. “You’re warm and comfortable.” 

“Thank you?” Grantaire chuckled. 

The painter revelled in the feeling of the boy in his arms. For all he knew, Enjolras regularly cuddled his friends and this could be completely platonic. But he’d never seen the blond cuddle with Ferre. Ferre kissed his forehead every night before he went to bed, but it was usually Jehan he cuddled with, Jehan almost always initiated it first. Thinking about it, Enjolras wasn’t an affectionate person, verbally or physically. Then again, having met his mother and based on what he knew about his father, Grantaire could see how the younger wasn’t. 

“Let’s get some lunch and I’ll bring you to work.” Grantaire prompted. “We can cuddle more later. Don’t worry.” 

As if on cue, Grantaire’s phone went off. He glanced at the text and shook his head in disbelief. “Guess I’m working with you today. One of the newer workers broke her ankle so I’m filling in for a while.” 

“What do you usually do for work?” 

“I’m sort of a jack of all trades, you know? I do commission paintings and logos, I work when I’m needed in a couple different stores and restaurants. I don’t have one designated job. I’ve helped my old boxing teacher with lessons in the past. It’s weird, but I get paid. Good enough for me.” 

“Sounds interesting enough. You want some grilled cheese for lunch? They’re pretty much the only thing I know how to cook other than warming up a can of soup.” 

“Sure. I’ll help. Have you ever made a grilled cheese with mayonnaise instead of butter?” 

“No…” 

“Come on. It’s going to blow your mind.” Grantaire lead the way from Enjolras’s bedroom.

*****

“Have a nice day.” Enjolras gave a small wave as the customer left the cafe. “Why is it so busy?” He huffed a sigh. 

“It’s kinda chilly out. The colder it is, the more they want hot drinks.” 

“It’s chilly? It’s like 70 degrees out.” Enjolras shook his head. 

“70 degrees in July, yeah. People panic when it hits below 75.” Grantaire pulled his beanie off in one smooth motion, ruffling his own hair. “I should grow my hair out so I can tie it back like yours. Stupid regulations.” He put his beanie back on.

“I’m pretty sure people don’t like to find hair in their drinks or on their muffins.” Enjolras smirked, turning to face the taller man. “Besides, you look cute in a beanie. The curls poke out and make your hair look fluffy.” 

Grantaire glanced at his shoes, the tips of his ears feeling warm. He was glad his hair was covering them, otherwise he was sure Enjolras would have been able to see the blush.

“We’ve only got an hour or so left, anyway. Then we get dinner and annoy the hell out of Ferre and Courf. I think Courf gets off around eight tonight.” 

“I think so.” Enjolras commented offhandedly. “Ferre gets off around six. He’s more dedicated than I am. Can you imagine getting full-time hours during the summer? Sure, the money’s nice, but swapping eight hours of school time for eight hours of work. That’s gross.” 

A comment like this would potentially turn someone away from a relationship with a younger person. If they’re still in high school, that’s a no can do. But for Grantaire it was comforting. This young man who had been through so much still had some innocence left. He still wanted free time in the summer, and didn’t think that because he was out of the house he had to take everything on his shoulders by himself. He wasn’t making himself grow up too fast. There was something admirable in that. 

“We can text Jehan and see if they want to come down and play a board game or something between customers and dishwasher cycles.” Grantaire suggested.

“Jehan’s out of town this week, actually. They’re visiting their grandma upstate. She used to come down and visit their family for a couple days, but she got hip replacement surgery, so they and their mom are helping to take care of her.” 

“Jehan’s parents got a divorce, didn’t they?” 

“Mhm.” Enj shook his head. Second grade. Their dad cheated on their mom and she ended it right off the bat. It was a rough time, but they got through it alright. Their mom got full custody and their dad is now living a couple states over with his new...partner?” Enjolras scowled.  “People can be disgusting. You swear you’re going to be loyal to a person and then go and do something like that.”

*****

The bell over the door sounded and both baristas looked up. It was Marius and Cosette. Enjolras was half surprised to see Cosette’s adoptive father wasn’t hovering over them, chaperoning. 

“Hey guys. What can we get you?” Grantaire tightened the ties of his apron behind his back. 

“The banana bread latte sounds interesting,” Cosette said. 

“Alright. What about you, Marius?” Enjolras prompted. 

“What’s the...Almond Joy latte?” 

Enjolras clapped his hands together once. “That’s personally my favorite drink on the menu. It’s a latte but with chocolate, almond, and coconut flavoured syrups. It really does taste like an Almond Joy.” 

“I’ll try that, then.” 

Grantaire was already working on Cosette’s latte so Enjolras could start on Marius’s. Once Cosette’s was done Grantaire went back to the counter and asked if the drinks were together, to which Marius replied that he was paying for them. 

“That’ll be $7.30,” Enjolras punched everything into the computer. 

“Oh Enjy.” Grantaire stepped by Enjolras and pressed a button on the screen. “Friends and Family Discount.”

“Gotcha. Thank you. $6.57.” 

“Out of ten.” Marius handed the bill over the counter and Enjolras gave him the $3.43 change. 

“How long have you two been going out now anyway?” Grantaire wondered. “I haven’t heard a lot of the tea about you guys.” 

“There’s not much to spill.” Cosette shrugged. “We’ve been together for two months. I had a crush on Marius for a while but never really got the chance to talk to him because my dad’s a little overprotective. But I was walking around downtown with a girl I...sort of grew up with and Marius came to say hi. He asked me out and we’ve been together ever since.” Cosette looked at Marius with a dreamy look in her eyes. “But you and Enjolras are both single, right?” 

“Yep. I’m the only gay in theory so far.” Enjolras sighed. “Well, I guess getting kicked out isn’t a theory… I’m like 75 percent there.” 

Grantaire chuckled. “My longest relationship was maybe four months but that guy was weird as hell on a number of different levels.” 

“Well I’m sure you’ll both find someone you care about soon.” Marius said, giving Enjolras a look he hoped the blond would understand.

*****

“They’re completely blind aren’t they?” Cosette asked as she and Marius sat at a table with their drinks. 

“I think so. I also think I creeped Enjolras out…”

“With that look? Yeah. It would have creeped me out if I didn’t know you better.” Cosette took a sip from her drink. “I think they just need a little push towards each other. They already look at each other like they’ve been in love for years.�� 

“Maybe they have been. Just not in this life.” 

“What are you talking about, Marius?” Cosette’s confusion was clear on her face and in her voice. 

“Well, I was watching a video on YouTube about reincarnation, and it isn’t impossible that the two of them could have been together in another life.” Marius scratched the back of his neck. “You’ve known Enj longer than I have- almost as long as Jehan and Ferre- and he hasn’t bonded with the rest of us like he has with R.” 

“I guess you do have a point. Reincarnation, though? It’s a fun thought, I’ll give you that. How do you know you’ve been reincarnated?” 

And the conversation soon spiralled away from the two pining baristas.

#snafu and freddie's imagine shoppe #read your imagines #les mis #modern les amis #enjoltaire #enjolra #grantaire #courferre #courfeyrac #combeferre #marius #cosette #jehan prouvaire

[sapphicdalliances]

Hi, Yuletide writer! First of all, my sincere apologies in my delay of getting this letter written up at all, and my enthused thanks for being here!

I’m a simple bitch with simple tastes; here is a general summary of my preferences, and fandom-specific notes and prompts can be found further down!

I very much enjoy:

Romance -- anything up to and including plotless shippy drivel

Short fics, or even collections of tiny fics

Long fics too, so I guess what I mean is, don’t feel pressured either way

Comedic tones, slice-of-life, lighthearted fun, any amount of improbable romcom tropes

Am also hella on board with misunderstandings, drama or angst as long as there is a happy ending!

I’m deeply okay with AUs, and most likely would be down for any modern, romcom, fantasy/fairytale, gender swap, or remix/crossover AUs you feel inspired to explore! My favourite settings include mundane/urban fantasy (witches! werewolves!), anachronism-stew-with-magic western fantasy jumbles, and disney’s Tangled.

Specific tropes I love:

Proposal fic

Wedding fic where the couple getting married is not the main couple

Outsider/third character POV of the main couple

Exes who are still in love/getting back together

Friends-with-benefits-with-feelings/did a bad job keeping it casual

Shipfic where two or more couples are contrasted

Oblique declarations of love/saying i love you without saying i love you

Provision and caretaking (acts of service!)

Aggressive matchmaking/wingmanning by an enthused friend

Hanahaki, or any other improbably dramatic instances of Cannot Spit It Out

Arranged marriage/fake marriage/fake dating

Epistolary fic

Regrettably I also love a/b/o, especially the kind that emphasises on scent safety and contains little to no actual sex

I’m not as into:

Political or social intrigue, mysteries, complex magical plots — by no means a dealbreaker, but not high on my list of priorities

Kidfic

First person narration

Soulmate AUs specifically

In general, please avoid:

Character death or serious/permanent injury

Animal abuse or death

Infidelity

Hopeless or downer endings

Fandom specific info starts here!

Princess Tutu - Ahiru, Fakir

I’ve loved Ahiru/Fakir for years and years — they are both very strong, willful but compassionate characters, and the way they intersect is just so sweet to me. While I would be ravenous for any tutu content, gen included, I really would be particularly delighted with some overtly shippy fic for this one, I hope that’s okay!

Suggestions:

Modern AUs: vet science major Ahiru + English major Fakir meet in theatre club?

Step Up-style remix where they become somewhat-unwilling dance partners because their regular partners are somehow indisposed and work better than expected

That one ending fix-it AU where Fakir writes her back into a girl and they retire into the village, the one we all have in our treacherous hearts, i will never get enough of these

Fakir and Ahiru’s relationship progression as observed by the other members of the school/town

Or mix it up with any of the tropes in my general list! For this ship, I would like a maximum rating of T, please!

Wotakoi

I love every ship in this manga equally but perhaps I love Kou/Naoya more equally than the other two? They are just so kind and so silly, and so sweet to each other in exactly the way both of them didn’t realise they were missing! Honestly, anything with these characters that’s along the lines of canon would be delightful; the particular energy of misfits realising that they don’t have to be alone is something very dear to me.

Suggestions:

Accidentally dating ft. Kou and Naoya, or, “and you’ve made out how many times now? Hmm. Yeah, that’s not technically a bromance.”

5 times Hirotaka and Narumi almost, almost kissed, and 1 time they did; the unresolved romantic tension may kill me and it would be worth it

What Hirotaka and Narumi taught each other (apart from the more mundane gaming and life skills, i believe that she taught him how to smile and be loved by others, and he taught her how to be loved by herself!)

Smutty domesticity ft. Koyanagi and Kabakura — a lazy Sunday, laundry in the sun, fucking on the couch, everything easy with familiarity

The fantasy/MMORPG AU, where Hirotaka is the lazy but brilliant crown prince, Naoya the hapless but beloved second prince, Koyanagi his spymaster and Kabakura the captain of the prince’s guard; Narumi his childhood friend-cum-betrothed, and Kou a mysterious archer who saves a distressed Naoya from bandits in the village?

The gang tries to play DND. We finally find a game that Naoya is good at.

Or mix it up with any of the tropes in my general list!

Nezha - Oubing

I feel 100 different ways about this movie and 88 of the ways are SO CHINESE. The filial piety, the familial sacrifice, the friendship! I do believe that Nezha and Aobing are in love, I hope this is a reading of the text that we share, but if not, gen about their friendship/rivalry would also be well-recieved.

Suggestions:

Aobing has been practicing bigu (a cultivation style that is meant to remove one’s need for food or water) since he was born; Nezha introduces him to food, and other creature comforts — do they have BEDS in the dragon palace for example?? Buddhist-style cultivation is very ascetic and difficult, but Nezha is so wild and full of feelings and love!!

Modern AU: delinquent Nezha and prim, proper exchange student Aobing

Modern AU addendum: nobody believes Nezha when he says he’s got a hot boyfriend in Taiwan and thinks that he has made Aobing up

Arranged marriage/political fantasy AU where the prince of dragons is given to the most controversial heavenly general in an effort to improve both families’ social standing

For a gen prompt, if you want to do something about Nezha and/or Aobing’s relationships to their fathers, debts and affections and resentments, that too would be lovely!

On the other end of the spectrum, i’m down for PWP with xeno tropes re: aobing’s dragon anatomy! So long as the top/bottom roles are not too strictly defined, i just like it when they’re equitable or switch!

And of course, feel free to mix it up with any of the tropes in my general list!

Kazetsuyo/Run with the Wind

I didn’t tag any characters because my favourites were not in the list, and of course because I do love everyone, but my personal priorities are in order: Shindo, Musa, Haiji, Kakeru, Nico-chan, Yuki, the bombastic twins, and then everyone else. The spaces between those positions are very small so if you happen to have a passion for a character/ship lower on the list, worry not, there is limitless affection within me for everyone!

Suggestions:

Shindo should get to take Musa to see the snow… he deserves that

He also deserves to run the ekiden again in his fourth year and not be sick and actually win section 5!

I do think Kakeru and Haiji are most definitely soulmates — if you choose to focus on one or both of them, I really do believe they are in the romantic kind of love, is the thing!

Perhaps their relationship, an inevitable drifting together, as perceived by everyone else in aotake?

Or Haiji comes to Kakeru’s graduation, all their tenderest affections still unspoken, and somehow, without any premeditation, by the end of the day they’ve kissed

You know what I think? I think Hana-chan likes and is capable of dating both of the twins, and I love that for her

Or gen canonverse with everyone (or just everyone you care about) taking turns caring for Nira and reflecting on the race!

As above, please feel free to mix it up with the tropes in my general list!

Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-Kun

I only selected Seo and Waka because they are simply my top priority, but if you want to serve a side of Chiyo/Nozaki and/or Hori/Kashima and/or Seo and Kashima being beautiful best friends and/or Mikorin being a beautiful himbo who we are delighted to have here, i would not complain at all!

Absolutely anything about them being goobery oblivious idiots in love would be perfect, such as:

5 times they went on a date without realising, and the time they realised

Everyone else literally just thinks they’re dating and they are completely clueless

Or on the other end of the spectrum, everyone tries desperately to set them up/matchmake for them, not realising that they’ve been going steady for four months

A hanahaki AU would be particularly hilarious with these two, I feel

Urban fantasy AU where Waka is a hapless monster hunter and Seo is an annoying but deeply harmless werewolf who’s been terrorizing his town??

Regency or faux-regency AU where Waka is literally like “drive by your rival’s estate slowly so that she may seethe with jealousy at the loveliness of your new hat” and Seo is like “oh goodness, he is courting me. What a fool. What an absolute buffoon.” and challenges him to a swordfight

Fairytale AU where Seo believes she must rescue the prince from the tower and deliver him back to the kingdom capital, and the prince, who had not realised he’d been kidnapped, thinks Seo is a usurper from a rival kingdom who must be supervised all the way back to the kingdom capital to be served her justice

Or anything else equally romcom-y, and of course, as always, throw in as many tropes as you like!

Thank you for reading this whole mess of a letter, and I sincerely hope I haven’t bored you too much. The most important thing to me is that whatever you end up writing, you are able to enjoy the process at least somewhat, and deliver a fic that you like! I can also be found on twitter at @hawberries_ (for art) and @popplioikawa (for general ramblings), and if you have any desire to send an anon ask to this tumblr with questions, i’m actually not sure if that’s allowed but i’d be happy to get some! Thank you again, and happy holidays!

#shut up phee #yuletide

[southsidewrites]

Boyfriendzoned (Sweet Pea x Reader)

Summary: When Jughead transfers to Southside High, the two of you immediately bond in your shared English class.  Little do you know that your long-time best friend Sweet Pea isn’t okay with that.

Word Count: 2207

Requested: by anon “can I request sweet pea imagine where you have been his bestfriend since you were kids and when Jughead moves to south side high you befriend him and sweets gets jealous and possessive finally telling you that he doesn’t want to lose you to jug?”

A/N: Please excuse how much my nerdiness shows in this one.  Seeing as I’m not actually employed with my English Teaching degree, I suppose I can put it to good use here.  As always, let me know what you think!

Requests are open! || Masterlist

~~~~~

"Shut up, Pea," you laughed, shoving him. "It's not my fault that I didn't realize he was into me."

Sweet Pea gave you a skeptical look. "Oh, really?  Y/N, he asked you to tutor him in Physics—you suck at Physics."

You rolled your eyes. "I do not suck at Physics.  I'm just not awesome at it.  Even a B student tutoring you is better than nothing if you're failing."

"Yeah, but he wasn't failing.  Admit it, Y/N, you're just oblivious to social cues."

You rolled your eyes and started eating lunch.  It wasn't your fault that you never seemed to know when guys were flirting with you.  In your defense, it didn't happen often at all—spending a lot of time with Sweet Pea and Fangs usually scared off all but the bravest guys.

"Real talk, Y/N, are you planning on staying single forever?" Fangs joked, trying not to laugh.

You groaned, wanting to drop your head onto the table in exasperation. "My god, you guys are brutal.  I'm focused on school right now, okay?"

"You've been saying that as long as I've known you," Sweet Pea replied, grinning. "Which was like kindergarten."

"Why do I even hang out with you guys?  Aren't friends supposed to be supportive?"

"This is called tough love, Y/N," Fangs said with a smirk. "My mom swears by it."

I looked up at him, your smirk mirroring his own. "What?  Does she want your single ass to get a date too?"

Fangs gripped his chest like he'd been stabbed, dramatically throwing his head back. "Right in the heart."

Shaking your head, you gave Sweet Pea an amused look. "At least I know that I won't die alone, right, Pea?"

He winked. "Thirty-five, babe."

"Seriously, you two have a marriage pact?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely," you replied, holding up your fist.

Sweet Pea instinctively bumped his fist into yours. "It's our generation's version of a will, Fogarty.  Gotta make sure you don't die old and alone."

Fangs cocked an eyebrow, shaking his head.  He may have been Sweet Pea's best guy friend, but even he didn't quite comprehend the depth of the relationship between the two of you.  Growing up next door to each other, you already knew everything.  You never had to talk about your painful pasts, because you already knew then.  You had been a part of each other's stories since the moment they'd been written.

The bell ringed, and the three of you groaned in unison.

"Back to work," you groaned. "I'm so not in the mood for English today."

"You're always in the mood for English," Sweet Pea replied, walking with you to class. "Why not now?"

"We're reading Thoreau, and I fucking hate Thoreau."

Sweet Pea gave you a skeptical look. "Can't say I've ever read it."

"You're in the same class a different hour, Pea."

"Oh, yeah...definitely haven't read it."

You bit back a laugh, trying not to roll your eyes. "Literally you'd never pass this class without me."

"And that's why I love you, Y/N," he laughed. "See you after school?"

"Always." You turned to walk into your classroom but were shocked to see a new kid in your seat.  He was thin, with dark hair and a beanie that looked like a crown.  You walked over and placed your hand on the desk. "You're in my seat."  

He looked up at you with a shock. "Oh, shit, I--"

"Relax, dude." You dropped your stuff on the floor and sat down in the desk next to him. "I'm Y/N."

"Jughead," he replied.

Your eyebrows rose.  This had to be Jughead Jones, aka F.P. Jr. "Nice to meet you, Jughead."

His shoulders slumped, and he looked shockingly defeated. "Man, not even a Serpent and you know who I am."

"Everyone on the Southside does," you replied apologetically.  You smiled softly and reached out to squeeze his hand briefly. "Don't worry—I won't hold it against you."

He laughed. "Thanks."

"So, do you happen to have any strong feelings about Thoreau?"

~~~~~

Over the course of the next week, you spent more and more time with Jughead.  While you initially bonded over your shared hatred of Thoreau's pretentiousness, you quickly realized that you had a lot more in common than just literary preferences.

"Of course you like Poe," you teased, doodling pictures of little birds in Jughead's notebook. "He's all dark and menacing.  Exactly the kind of drama you live for.  Hell, if Poe was writing today, I'd bet he'd go for the same melodrama as you."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, hate on me for liking the literary equivalent of an aggressively punk teen." Jughead rolled his eyes. "Better than liking Dickens.  That guy was paid by the word, you know."

"First, you are an aggressively punk teen.  I mean, look at you, dude.  You practically live for your aesthetic." You laughed. "Second, every one of those words was totally worth it.  Dickens is a master" You snapped his notebook shut. "Change of topic: I take it we're going to be partners for the unit project?"

"Depends, can we do it on Poe?" He smirked, his eyes brightening.

"It's about transcendentalism, Jug." You gave him a puzzled look. "Since when is Poe a transcendentalist?"

"Well, I'm sure as hell not doing it on Thoreau," he replied. "That would be too obvious, not to mention, way too painful."

"Tolstoy?"

He shrugged. "Sure.  Want to work on it tonight?"

"I'm down." You double-checked the calendar in your phone to make sure you weren't working. "Your place or mine?"

"How about yours," he drawled. "Mine's not exactly homework-friendly."

"Works for me."

~~~~~

"So, Y/N, coming to the Wyrm tonight?" Sweet Pea asked, joining you as you left school for the day.  He had pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and was twirling it absentmindedly as you walked.  You smiled—the habit was always a sure-fire sign that he was in a good mood.

"Sorry, Pea, can't tonight," you replied, shrugging apologetically. "I've got a project to work on."

"Oh." For a moment, he was silent as you walked into the parking lot together.  You didn't notice as he tucked the cigarette back in his pocket. "Need a ride home?"

"Nah, I'm good." You smiled at gestured at Jughead.  He was standing by his bike talking to Toni.  When he saw you, he smiled back.

"Jones?" Sweet Pea asked, his voice icy.

"Yeah." Your eyebrows rose as you looked at him. "What?  We're in English together, and the unit final is a group project."

Sweet Pea shoved his hands in his pockets and shook his head. "Nothing.  Will you be at the Quarry tomorrow?"

"Of course I will, Pea." You grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him in for a hug.  You were one of the few people who could get away with so much physical affection in public. "Love ya, skyscraper."

"Love ya too, ankle-biter."

Laughing, you turned to walk towards Jughead. "See you later, Pea."

~~~~~

"No way," you were laughing so hard you almost cried as Jughead told his story.  In addition to being a great writer, the guy could make anything funny. "I swear, the Northside is fucking nuts."

Jughead shook his head, still laughing softly. "A little."

After working on the project for an absurd amount of hours, the two of you moved to Pop's for a midnight snack.  By this point in the night, you were both done eating, but neither of you really wanted to leave.  You were having too much fun just hanging out, getting to know each other, and swapping funny stories.  

Behind Jughead, the bell on the door jingled, and you looked up to see Sweet Pea, Toni, and Fangs walk in.  

"Guys!" You called. "Over here!"

Grinning, Fangs led the way, leaping into the booth next to you.  "Y/N, glad to see you finally have a social life outside of Sweet Pea." He shouldered you playfully.

Rolling your eyes, you punched his arm. "Shut the fuck up, Fogarty."

Toni sat down next to Jughead, and Sweet Pea pulled up a chair at the end of the table.  Unlike his friends, he seemed unusually grumpy for a Friday night.

"So, Y/N, Jug, how'd the project go?" Toni asked, stealing one of the fries left in the basket between us.

"Awesome." You grinned. "We're definitely going to get an A."

"You know it." Jughead held his fist up, and you bumped it. "That teacher won't know what hit her."

Sweet Pea's jaw tightened.

"How was the Wyrm?" you asked.

"Fine." Toni shrugged. "Even though Pea seems to have some sort of massive stick up his ass tonight." She nudged him, laughing.

Sweet Pea forced a smile, but it looked a whole lot more like a grimace. "I think I'm just tired."

You gave your friend a concerned look.  He had been off after school, too.  If you were alone, you would have asked why, but you knew that he'd hate you for doing it in front of everyone.

Over the next hour or so, everyone trickled out of the diner except you and Sweet Pea.  Staying at Pop's that late was a bit of a tradition for the two of you.  As soon as you were old enough, you used to ride your bikes to the diner late at night.  You both had home lives that you'd rather escape sometimes.

Within minutes of everyone leaving, you jumped on your chance to talk to him alone. "So, skyscraper," you asked. "Care to tell me what's up tonight?"

"Not really." He leaned back in his seat and ran a hand through his hair. "It's not a big deal, Y/N."

You didn't buy it. "Fine.  Don't tell me.  Just know that now I totally think it's about me."

"Wait, wha—no." He leaned forward on the table to look at you. "It's not you."

"Then what is it, Sweet Pea?" You were starting to get really worried.

"It's just--" He cut off, looking around the diner like he wanted to make sure no one would overhear your conversation.  His brown eyes were clouded with worry, and he looked like he would rather jump out the window than finish the conversation.

"Just what?" You were about ready to punch him. "Pea, we've been friends forever.  What could possibly be going on that you can't tell me?" Your voice had risen to a somewhat desperate pitch.  

He took a deep breath, clenching his hands into fists on the surface of the table. "I don't like you hanging out with Jones so much."

"What?"

"I know, I know—I'm an asshole, and I have no right to dictate who you spend your time with.  I should have said something sooner, should have made a move before it was too late, should have told you this a long time ago, but no, I put myself in the goddamn friendzone for literal years--"

"Wait, what?" You cut him off, not sure you were hearing him clearly.  Was Sweet Pea, your best friend for as long as you could remember, admitting feelings for you? "What are you saying, Pea?"

"I really like you, Y/N." His shoulders slumped like the wind had just been knocked out of him. "And I've really liked you for a long-ass time.  I've never said it, though, because I didn't want to ruin our friendship.  It's too fucking late now, though."

Your eyes were wide, and you had no idea what to say.  Instead, you let your body take over.  Throwing caution to the wind, you nearly dove across the table to press your lips into his.  Sweet Pea reacted immediately, cupping your face and pulling you closer to him.  His lips gently parted your own, deepening the kiss.

You could feel the hard table pressing into your hips, and it took all the self-control you had not to just leap over into his lap.  Breathing deeply, you pulled back.

"Y/N, I—what?"

"I don't even know where to start, Pea."  Your breath was heavy and your cheeks flushed. "First of all, Jughead has a girlfriend who is certainly not me.  Second, I've liked you forever.  I just--" You cut off. "You and Fangs are always giving me so much crap about being single, and I guess I just assumed I was more like one of the guys than a potential girlfriend."

"Wow, I have fucked up." He let out a harsh laugh. "I'm such a moron, Y/N.  I always thought I never stood a chance with a girl as awesome as you." His voice softened. "I thought I'd just be lucky to be your friend, maybe marry you when we're thirty-five."

You laughed harder, reaching across the table to take his hand in yours. "Well, I'm definitely not in the market for a husband right now, but I wouldn't mind having a boyfriend." You smiled, meeting his warm gaze with your own. "What do you think?'

"I think I would be thrilled to be your boyfriend."

Smiling, you leaned back over the table and kissed him again, slowly and more deliberately. "Well then, consider yourself boyfriendzoned."

"Boyfriendzoned?"

"Hey, you're the one who agreed to date me." You grinned.

He rolled his eyes. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

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❝ Nothing more and nothing less ❞

Plot: You are younger then your boyfriend, Hyesung

Pairing: Hyeseung x Reader

Words Count: 2,4k+

Genre: Fluff, Comedy and SMUT

For Anon, I hope you like it cutie!

- kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

‘Y/N! Are you ready?’ Hyesung called up the stairs to his beautiful girlfriend. You were both going out sometime tonight, whenever you were done finished fixing your hair in the mirror. ‘It honestly looks fine!’ Hyesung called, guessing what you were up to.

‘No,’ You called down in reply. 'You have to come up here!'

'We have reservations and with the others! You know how Eric gets when we are late!’ Hyesung groaned but trudged up the stairs regardless. 'Come on,' he grumbled. He got to the bathroom but there was no you inside. 'Babe?' Hyesung asked softly as he went to look in the bedroom.

You grabbed his hand suddenly and pulled him close inside the bedroom, kissing him strongly. Pressing closer to his body, Hyesung’s hands found their way to the sides of your neck as he kissed you back. Guiding Hyesung to the wall, with your hands on his hips, you shoved him against it grinning, before nipping and sucking his lower lip. You knew he loved it when you did that to him. It was his weakness.

'Someone’s excited…’ Hyesung whispered when you finally left his lips alone. He swallowed as he watched your hands making quick work of the belt hugging his hips. 'Our reservation,' Hyesung warned weakly as his button was opened and your skilled fingers dragged his zipper down.

‘Just enjoy it.’ You purred and licked his upper lip, kissing it.

You and Hyesung had been in a relationship for two years. To many it was odd, he was ten years older then you but it didn't seem that major to the either of you. He was 37, not like he was 73 and you were 27. You loved him, he was special and you didn’t care about his age or what everyone else thought. Or you would let yourself think it. But with your young age, came more energy then Hyesung signed up for. Every man loved sex, it was no surprise, but Hyesung was getting it more frequently and in every place possible.

Nodding, Hyesung’s hands went into your hair as you knelt before him. Your fingers teased his erection out of the tight underwear and a soft gasp parted Hyesung’s lips as you sucked him in deep. Unintentionally rocking his hips, Hyesung sucked in a breath. You hadn’t backed down from the challenge and you weren't planning on. As his fingers curled in your hair he met zero resistance from you and guided his length deeper into your throat. When you couldn’t take any more you pressed Hyesung’s hips hard against the wall and started bobbing your head at your own pace.

‘Fuck…’ Was the faint moan that left the singers mouth, ‘Mmmmm baby, right there.’

Faster, harder then suddenly soft with flicks of a delicate tongue, Hyesung couldn’t contain his needy moans. He’d moved his hands to hold his own head, shivering and gasping. He whispered, whimpering when you dragged your teeth just hard enough against his sensitive skin. Letting his hard length out of your mouth, you held it up to suck the underside of his head with full lips. You glanced up at Hyesung, purring. Your boyfriend was on edge, lost and moaning without having to do anything to him and you liked it. Sucking his tip slowly, you knew just how to torture him and you used all of Hyesung’s favorites before your lover could release. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking him clean. Hyesung’s thighs twitched as you borrowed his hips to stabilize yourself and stand back up. Kissing him, You pushed his now limp member back inside his pants, zipping him up.

'We’re stopping here?' Hyesung whispered, holding his cheek.

'You’re hungry aren’t you?' You grinned.

'For you more than food now.’ You laughed softly and Hyesung smiled, kissing you.

'If you’re a good boy,' You whispered against his lips. 'You may get some action tonight.’

'You don’t like good boys,' Hyesung smirked, squeezing your ass.

Rubbing yourself against Hyesung’s thigh, you kissed him slowly. 'You don’t know everything baby boy,' You whispered near his ear before pulling away and grabbing your coat. 'Come on, we have a reservation. Stop wasting time, jeez.’

Hyesung laughed and slapped your butt once more, following you out of the house. The drive to the restaurant was normal. It was as if nothing had happened a few minutes ago, but Hyesung sure wished more had. Pulling up outside the place, he handed his keys to the valet before opening the door for you first. You were both guided towards the table that housed all of his members and their partners for the evening. A small greeting was exchanged before you took a seat with your boyfriend next to you.

‘You are late, can't you keep it in your pants!’ Eric scolded.

‘Yah, how dare you assume that sex is the reason we are late?’ Hyesung challenged.

‘Well is it?’ Eric asked with a raised brow.

Hyesung sank into his seat, ‘Well yes….but still!’

A hearty laugh was exchanged between everyone around the table. The others had found that the relationship between you and your boyfriend very strange due to the age, but once they got to know you, they really liked you. They realized that there was a whole lot of brains that accompanied your beauty. A round of wine was served as basic conversation surrounded the table. Politics, the weather and just general news. There was the occasional gossip that slipped into speech every now and then, but nothing that would be considered harmful. Sipping your wine, Hyesung felt your hand on his thigh. That was nothing strange, you did it all the time but this evening was different.

‘Stop.’ He hissed, ‘We in public.’

‘Make me.’ You said through a smile and little laugh due to something Andy said.

‘Y/N…’ He practically half moaned, but looked around immediately to make sure no one had noticed.

You leaned closer to him, whispering into his ear, ‘You haven't pushed me away, so I guess you like it baby.’

Your hand inched higher up, giving a reassuring squeeze every now and then. You would tease, then leave him before returning to make him more flustered. Right now, all Hyesung wanted was for the evening to end. He was getting hard again and the constant palming over his suit pants wasn't helping the situation. He tried hard to choke back the groans and moans that was threatening to slip out of his mouth. Eventually, his wish came true as they all called it a night. He was heavily turned on, and the restrain in his pants was making it hard to walk out to the car.

‘Hey Sung, try some looser pants next time!’ Dongwan teased.

‘You perv!’ Hyeseung tried to fight back, ‘Why you looking there!?’

Friendly jabbing was swapped before he pulled you into the car. There was not much conversation, just him racing to get home. Pulling up outside the apartment building, he pulled you into the elevator and all but slammed you into the wall when the doors closed. He captured your lips with passionate kiss, held you by the hips and pinning you against the metal wall. As if on queue, you tangled your hands in his hair, kissing him back with the same force. You both reached the right floor, and he pulled away as if nothing happened. You both calmly walked to the front door, closing it behind and then pressing a finger against his lips as he tried to kiss you back.

‘Sorry, I am tired.’ You said with a sly smile.

‘But…BUT JAGI!’ He pointed down to his crotch, ‘You really going to leave me like this.’

You placed a small kiss on his lips, ‘Maybe next time.’

With that, you sashayed towards the bedroom and went to bed. You don’t remember when Hyesung joined you, but you knew it was an hour or two later. The warm sun began to filter into the bedroom as you started to stir. Sliding out of Hyesung’s arms, you left him in bed. Your boyfriend slept like a log and it made your smile turn to a smirk as you gathered a change of clothes and went to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, your history with your boyfriend began to flash by.  You smiled as you took off the white shirt you had borrowed from Hyesung to sleep in. You had been together so long it was basically your shirt now anyway.The warm water began to mist up the room and you stood under it, just thinking for a while.

'That’s a sexy body I see.' Hyesung said from outside the shower, pulling you out of your thoughts.

'You can’t even see anything,' You teased.

The glass doors of the shower were completely fogged, but Hyesung could see your form under the water. 'Can so.' He paused, watching you. 'Can I come in?’

'You don’t have to ask.’ You chuckled

Hyesung smiled, glad you were in a good mood this morning as he took off his boxers and t-shirt. Yeah some times sex was a hot and racy thing, but sometimes it was just loving and passionate. You were facing the water when Hyesung stepped into the shower. He got a good look at your wide hips and perfect butt as he moved in behind you,

Hugging you against his chest. 'Good morning.’

‘Hi there,' You smiled, leaning to kiss his cheek. 'How did you sleep?’

'Good.' Hyesung squeezed his strong arms around your middle and you turned, pulling him under the water with you.

Hyesung tilted his head under the stream and you helped smooth back his hair. 'Do you like me?'

Your boyfriend smiled, reaching for your hips. 'Of course I like you, I love you.’

'But you could love me and still not like me much.’ You explained, ‘I am just so much younger then you…’

‘And that has never been a problem, I have told you that.’ He reminded, pulling you against him. 'I love you.’

You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled. 'I love you too and I’m not just saying that because you did first. I really, really love you, Hyesung.’

Smiling, Hyesung squeezed you, kissing your neck. 'Tell me again.’

'I love you.' You said against his ear. 'Don’t ever forget that I love you.' You smiled and rested your cheek against his shoulder.

'You’re amazing and no other girl can match you. I can’t even look at another girl without grinning to myself that mine is better.’

You laughed at him. 'Don’t tell me how much you get hit on when you’re not with me. I might always have to keep you in the house.’

'But you have to know. Girls give me the eye and I just have to laugh because they’ll never hold a candle to everything you are.’

Leaning back, you kissed the tip of his nose. ‘So cheesy.’

Hyesung kissed you, sucking your full lips. 'I’m a very lucky man.'

He smiled, kissing you again. Sliding your hand down his chest, You teased your fingertips over his nipple, pressing your tongue into his mouth. Hyesung left an arm around your lower back. Feeling up your spine with the other hand, he tangled his fingers in your wet hair. You moaned softly and stepped back against the wall of the shower, pulling him with. The tip of Hyesung’s erection pressed against your legs as he moved against you. Taking your breasts in his hands, Hyesung kissed and sucked the water droplets from them, before sucking your nipples. You gasped, moaning his name as you felt yourself getting wetter. The way his tongue flicked your hard nipples made you tense. You spread your legs, lifting one onto Hyesung’s hip.

Pulling away from your breasts, Hyesung leveled a needy look directly into your eyes. He felt down your thigh and slid his hand between them to guide his hardness inside you. Moaning as he slid in deep with the help of your fluids, you rested more of your weight on him as you kissed him hard. Slowly rolling his hips toward yours, Hyesung kept deep and held you close. You couldn’t stop moaning and you broke from the kiss to purr and whimper against his neck. When he started moving faster inside you, you couldn't help but suck Hyesung’s neck, leaving a red-violet bruise near his shoulder. He gasped your name, knowing he’d have a mark because his baby was possessive.

'Mm, wait,' You said, pulling away from your confused boyfriend.

‘What?’ He asked.

Hyesung watched as you turned to face the wall and bent your hips back enough to entice him in again. Closing the distance between the two of you, Hyesung thrusted in hard, moaning as you cried out in pleasure. You held yourself up on the wall with flat palms as you moved your hips to meet Hyesung’s deep thrusts. He slid a hand up to hold your breast, pinching and teasing a nipple while he tugged your back by your hips. You arched your back, moaning deeply. Hyesung pulled his hips back to thrust in shallow enough that his tip would tease your g-spot continuously. You thanked him by tightening your muscles.

Your thighs were shaking and your shoulder against the wall was all that was keeping you up as he moved. Your gasps and moans were driving Hyesung crazy and the way you kept tightening around him made him lean forward. Thrusting in deeper again, Hyesung moved faster as he got close. You knew the signs and felt the way he tensed inside you, but you couldn’t hold on for him. You opened your mouth in a silent scream, shuddering and tensing as you reached the peak of sensual pleasure. Hyesung gasped and moaned tightly as he followed not long after. He held your hips in both hands, finishing with hard thrusts, deep inside you. Sliding out, Hyesung stepped away. You slowly turned to face him, leaning heavily on the shower wall. You purred and tugged him in for a deep kiss, feeling down his abdomen as he held your face in his hands.

‘You are all I want, nothing more and nothing less. Just you…’

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