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luveline · 3 months
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Hi idk if u have already written this if u have pls igonore but what about the first time bombshell reader calls Spencer beautiful?
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“Gideon has a new prodigy.” 
Your head rises of its own accord. “Yeah?” 
“He's younger than you. Twenty three, I think Hotch said. Fresh out of college, two degrees and working on a third? Or maybe he was getting his doctorate? I couldn't keep up.” Morgan shakes his head in disapproval. “Overeducated and under-experienced. He failed his physicals. The ones he took, anyways.” 
“Ooh, ouch. A baby on the team before me,” you joke with a smile. “Genius baby, but a baby.” 
Morgan smiles when you smile, he's too nice not to, but he picks up soon enough, crossing his arms where he's stood and wrinkling what was once a finely steamed suit jacket. “I don't know what Gideon's thinking.” 
“Does anyone ever know what he's thinking? What's Hotch say about it all?” 
Morgan reads what you're typing from over your shoulder and corrects a mistake. One day you won't need his help, but for now you take as much of it as you can get. You're not too proud to acknowledge when you mess up, you're a realist. Super sensible (in mind if not action). 
“Hotch lets Gideon do what he wants, mostly. What can you do when he's one of the originals?” Morgan leans heavily onto his desk by the forearms and shrugs. You’re similar in this regard; complain, move on. You're similar in other ways, too. That's why you get along. 
“Well, I want to meet this guy,” you say. “We'll be teammates just as soon as Strauss stops hating me. I'm one strategic boxed bouquet from a full pardon.” He laughs and touches your arm like he believes you. “Is he around?” 
“Here they are now.” 
You spin in Morgan's desk chair slowly. Jason Gideon is stalking through the office with his head in the contents of a manilla envelope, while a new face follows behind him talking a mile a minute. 
“Obviously,” you hear Gideon interrupt as they get close enough. “Agent Morgan can explain that to you. Don't overthink it, Spencer, just try to get through it.” 
He doesn't acknowledge you nor Morgan as he leaves Spencer and hurries up the steps leading to his and Hotch's offices. You aren't expecting much else from him. What little Gideon knows about you he doesn't like. If you ever get over the Strauss hurdle, it's him you'd have to convince next. You don't watch him cross the landing, your gaze focused on the man making his timid way toward you. Your lips part briefly, and then quirk into an overjoyed smile. 
“Oh, you're beautiful,” you say without thinking. 
He frowns at you. 
“Reid,” Morgan interrupts, “This is Y/N L/N. She works in the sex crimes division. As you can imagine, we get a lot of crossover.” You stand, holding out your hand. “Y/N, this is Spencer Reid.” 
“I don't shake. Sorry.” 
You press your hand to your chest. “Oh, that's okay. I shouldn't assume…” Your voice melds into a silkiness that has his shapely brows furrowing further, “It's nice to meet you, Spencer Reid. You're really pretty, do you know that?” 
Spencer peeks at Morgan quickly, who laughs good-naturedly. “She's serious, Reid. She's not making fun of you.” 
“You'd know,” Spencer says. It isn't malicious, but it isn't exactly friendly, either.
You twist to frown at Morgan deeply. “Morgan, you're not being nice to him?” 
“I'm being plenty nice, sweetheart, but this is how it works. I gotta haze him a little.” 
“No, you don't.” You tip your cheek toward your shoulder to look at Spencer through your lashes. “He pretends to be worse than he is, I promise. But don't let him neg you, okay? You're smarter than he is–” 
“Hey.” 
“–and he's used to being the office pretty boy. It's jealousy, nothing else,” you finish. Spencer really is gorgeous now you're close enough to see his eyes. A brown like caramelised sugar tented by dark, dark eyelashes. When he smiles, the very slightest hint of teeth shows, and it makes him even prettier. You endeavour to make him smile again. “Sorry if I'm coming off a little strong. It's not my intention.” 
“She's just nervous. You have everything she wants,” Morgan says. 
You sigh forlornly. “Oh, doesn't he?” Spencer's confused pout is even cuter than his smile. “Getting into the BAU is about as easy as walking on water.” 
“For a human,” Spencer says. “Easier if you're smaller. Like a water strider.” 
There's a silence. Morgan is aghast, you think. You're in love. 
“Yeah?” you ask, stars in your eyes as his own spark to life. 
“Because water strider's can transfer their weight, but also due to their hydrofuge hairpiles. Their microhairs.” He catches himself, measuring your expression carefully. “Did you really wanna know?” 
“Do you wanna get a cup of coffee and tell me about it?” you ask. 
His lips part as yours had when you first saw him. 
He's prevented from answering as Hotch's office door opens and the man himself walks out near the railing. “Good, you’re here. I have something to talk to you about.” 
You grin at him. “I'd love to chat, Agent Hotchner, but I'm getting to know your new protégé.”
“I see.” He waits. 
You would ignore him —Hotch has a soft spot for you (or rather, he likes you enough to put up with you, which is more than can be said about other members of his division) and he'd shrug off your dismissal— but you're really keen to hear what he has to say. Perhaps Strauss has changed her mind about your proposed trail basis with the team. 
“I'm so sorry,” you say to Spencer, immediately re-dazzled by his pretty, lovely face. “It was really nice to meet you, Spencer Reid. Maybe next time you can tell me more about it.” 
You give Morgan a quick thank you for the help with your paperwork and trust him to log out of your emails. In your rush up the stairs, you hear a wisp of conversation. 
“Was she messing with me?” 
Morgan laughs. “No, kid. That's how she is.” 
"Oh... She's nice."
"You have no idea."
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silent-stories · 8 months
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𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊
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Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader
Summary: Your friends, like the whole school, don't like Eddie Munson. You, on the other hand, think you'd like to get to know him but that's probably never going to happen. Until you find yourself locked up with him in the school library.
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The parking lot was crowded, filled with students arriving and getting ready for another day at Hawkings Highschool as you walked alongside your two friends through the sea of ​​people.
"Is this jacket new?" Debby asked as she approached you with her nose, as if to sniff it, with an almost disgusted expression painted on her face.
You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes, it wasn't the first time Debby complained about the way you dressed, among the many faults she seemed to find in you every time.
"Um, yeah." You raised your eyebrows not understanding what she was getting at.
"It's leather." She stated as if the fact were a crime. "Leather stinks."
"Debby, it's not even real leather, it can't stink. I bought it for ten dollars at the flea market."
"Oh. So that's why it stinks."
"Debby, I swear I-"
"Hey, hey" Jess interrupted you "no one stinks in here, okay? Look, Y/N... Debbs and I were planning on going out tomorrow night. Maybe to the movies or something?"
"I'm sorry..."
"Ugh, what you have to do again?" Jess rolled her eyes, smoothing her perfect cheerleading skirt with her hands.
Jess was one of the most popular girls in school, perhaps second only to Chrissy Cunningham and a few other cheerleaders who became known through their jocks boyfriends.
"You know I work almost every day after school. Does the new record store sound familiar?"
"Oh c'mon, why do you have to work so much?" Jess snorted.
"Because I need money?" It was something between an answer and a question, you had never thought anyone would ask you why you decided making your own money was a good idea.
"Hey, it's okay. We'll do it another time okay?" Debby concluded, as you finally entered the school and Jess saw her boyfriend in the distance, talking to other jocks, all in their sparkly green and white school uniforms.
"Hey Beck!" She raised a hand to get the boy's attention and waved at him at the same time, trotting towards him and instantly forgetting you.
"God, she's so in love with him." Debby commented dreamily still by your side, looking at her friend from afar.
You saw the possessive way Beck kissed his girlfriend and then put his arm around her and held her close as he continued to talk to his friends, his hand was basically on her ass. "Mh, i guess she is. I really don't like that guy, anyway."
"How couldn't you? The whole school is as in love with Beck as they are with Jason." She waved at the blond boy who was now laughing at something a member of the basketball team had just said.
"Yeah, I don't like Jason either." You shrugged.
"That's impossible. He's one of the hottest guys I've ever seen."
"Debs, I'm not talking about his physical appearance. I don't like him as a person. I don't like how he behaves and how he treats people around him."
Debby looked at you for a moment with a slight smile on her lips as if she expected me to suddenly tell her you were joking.
"See you later in class, okay?"
You shook your head, thinking it was almost pointless to voice your opinion to people like her.
"Sure, see you later."
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Biology class was silent as the teacher explained the reproduction of cells through mitosis.
From your desk almost at the back of the room, you could see that Jess and Beck had no idea what the the tracher was talking about and kept exchanging notes probably filled with hearts and written in pink marker, you could see that the quiet boy at the first desk was just pretending to listen and that his gaze often fell on the window, probably fantasizing about what he saw outside, and finally, to your surprise, you could see that Eddie Munson, for the first time, had a pen in his hand he seemed to be writing.
Eddie Munson was a guy you never quite understood, both before you had a few classes together and after.
He didn't seem to be very interested in school, his grades or the way he responded to the teachers but it was already the second time he was repeating his last year of high school, proving that deep down, maybe, he didn't want to dropout.
He seemed to like to make all Hawkings think he was the mean and scary cultist people already thought he was yet he spent his free time playing a fantasy board game with freshmen, making them feel accepted in a school in which if you were considered even remotely different you could consider yourself doomed.
Eddie Munson was unusual and one of those people you wanted to get to know and understand what he was really like just because seen from an outside point of view, he seemed like an enigma.
"Well well well, what do we have here, Mr Munson?"
Mr. Walker's voice pulled you out of your thoughts and your head, like that of all your classmates, snapped towards Eddie.
That was the moment you realized that the whole time, Eddie wasn't taking notes but he was drawing something that you couldn't quite see from where you were.
"Oh-oh, someone's in trouble." You heard someone chuckle.
The teacher took the paper from Eddie's hands and looked at it with a wicked smile on his lips. "And what is this supposed to be?"
A slight smirk appeared on Eddie's lips. "Shouldn't you know? You studied animals and that stuff, right?"
The teacher chuckled as he crumpled up the paper and walked over to the bin next to his desk, dropping it among the day's other rubbish.
"I bet the freak will repeat the year for the third time." You hear Beck whisper and Jess laugh right after.
"I won't send you to detention again because I really want this year to be your last." The teacher continued, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at Eddie with a severe look. "But if you still don't pay attention to the lessons, you won't give us any other choice. Okay?"
"Okay." Eddie replied after a moment of silence, the way he said it vaguely recalled the professor's tone and you were sure he did it to make fun of him, the smirk on his lips was still there.
After one last glare Mr.Walker sat down again behind his desk and continued reading from the book.
The last laughs faded and the last gazes on Eddie returned to the notebooks, except yours.
You saw how his cocky expression gave way in less than a second when he thought no one was paying attention to him anymore, you saw how he closed his eyes for a moment, huffing as if the existence of the possibility of repeating the year for the third time suddently hit him, while passing a hand over his face with a tired expression.
The look in his eyes was far from the one they had when he teased jocks or made speeches on top of the cafeteria tables.
He had just dropped his facade and no one had even noticed.
You can't deny that for the rest of the lesson you kept eyeing him, only to find him propped up on his elbows on his desk, playing with the rings on his fingers.
When the bell rang Eddie was the first to get up, he grabbed his jacket and darted out of the classroom without once looking back.
You, on the other hand, were the last to leave, after placing your books back in your bag, but as soon as you stepped out the door an idea crossed your mind.
Maybe it was stupid, maybe it was even useless. You didn't even know why you were doing it.
You went back to class for a brief moment, grabbed Eddie's drawing from the bin, folded it quickly without even having time to look at it, stuffed it in your pocket and headed off to the next class.
You told yourself you'd probably never even get the chance to give it back to him.
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"You'll be at the match later, right?" Jess asked as she walked down the hallway next to you after the last bell of the day had rung.
"Mh, maybe." You murmured, thinking of a possible excuse to come up with.
"What do you mean with 'maybe'? What do you have to do this time? Debby said she'll be there."
"Actually, not much, I just gotta go the library to get some books."
"Okay, it won't take a lot. The game starts in half an hour so you have plenty of time." She smiled.
"Yeah, sure. Then I guess I'll be there." You said as you stopped in front of the school library.
"Kay, see you later!" She waved at you before heading towards the gym.
"Good morning Miss Cooper." You greeted the lady behind the desk as soon as you entered the library.
"Hi dear, I close in about fifteen minutes. You know, with the match and everything I don't think many students will come here."
You looked around, the only people who seemed to be there were two girls sitting in the corner and a teacher putting down some books he had borrowed.
"Then I'll try to make it quick." You said before disappearing among the shelves.
The school library was bigger than any student who had never set foot inside could have imagined. You often had found the right books to complete a history or literature honework, and many more times you found books that you enjoyed reading in your spare time, while waiting for customers at the record store where you worked or during boring classes.
Yeah, Eddie Munson wasn't the only one who didn't always pay attention to what the teachers were saying.
While you were there, between the fantasy and horror sections (which were right at the back of the library, almost in the dark, as if whoever had put those books there had wanted to hide them) your thoughts returned to Eddie and you remembered that his drawing was still in your jeans back pocket and you hadn't seen it yet.
You put your bag down on the floor and took the paper out of your back pocket.
It was an animal, that was why he had made that joke to the biology teacher.
The creature looked like a lion but it had a second head that looked like a goat and its tail was a snake. You knew what a chimera was and that drawing looked like it came straight out of a mythology book.
You didn't know Eddie could draw so well and you were sorry Mr. Walker hadn't thought before crumpling it up and throwing him in the bin like it was trash.
Boom.
A sudden noise made you jump.
Boom. Again.
You quickly put the drawing in your bag and walked towards the source of the noise but what you saw was one of the last things you ever expected.
You peeped over a shelf to observe the scene.
Eddie Munson slammed his fists on the closed library door before trying to pull the handle down and failing to open.
"Hello? Is anyone out there? Is this a prank or what?" He asked to whoever was on the other side of the door.
He slammed his hands on the door one last time. "Awesome, really, really awesome." He snorted talking to himself and probably thinking he was alone, then he turned around.
His gaze fell on you. "Jesus Christ." He put a hand to his chest like you scared the shit out of him and you couldn't help but chuckle. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone was kinder.
"What people usually do in libraries. I was looking for books."
"Oh, I think you'll have enough time to read a lot of books, we're stuck here."
You walked to the door as Eddie took off his jacket and left it on Miss. Cooper's desk, revealing his Metallica shirt. Then he sat on it, after moving a pen holder, dangling his legs.
You tried to open the door three times and when you realized there was no hope to go out you gave up and sat down in one of the chairs, facing Eddie.
"Oh my god." You whispered.
"It's okay, don't panic. Someone will notice you're missing and they'll come looking for you." You noticed the way he said "you" as if there was no way anyone would notice he was missing.
"I'm not panicking. I just found an excuse not to go to the game!" You smiled a little too enthusiastically.
"Excuse me, what?" Eddie shook his head as if he was sure he had misunderstood ehat you had said and his curls bounced on his shoulders.
"I've been trying to find an excuse not to go to that stupid match all day. Now I can say I've been stuck in the library."
Eddie made a sound that was somewhere between a snort and a laugh, amazed at your reaction. "You know, not to judge, but it's really weird that you're happy to be locked in a room with Eddie "the freak" Munson."
"Well... are you gonna sacrifice me to the devil?" You asked with a slight raise of your eyebrows and the ghost of a smile on your lips; Eddie was surprised for the second time: you were joking with him.
"Mh, no?"
"Okay, then we're good."
Eddie chuckled, ducking his head as if to hide his smile and you found yourself wishing he didn't do it anymore.
"What did you come for?" You asked then.
"For what people usually do in libraries. I was looking for books." He repeated your words with a smirk.
"Ah-ah" your laugh was far from genuine but the corners of Eddie's lips curled up anyway. "Has anyone ever told you that you're really funny?" You asked ironically.
"It may surprise you, but I think you have the honor of being the first." Eddie followed your movements with his eyes as you stood up from your chair and took a few steps between the shelves. Soon the sun would go down and you wouldn't even see the titles of books anymore without the sunbeams filtering through the windows.
"Are you coming or not?" You turned back to him, as if it was obvious you wanted him to come with you.
"Where?" He asked as he jumped off the desk reluctantly.
"To find the perfect book for you."
"Oh, I don't think that-"
"Fantasy and horror are in the back."
The smile you were starting to like returned on his lips. "Lead the way."
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"Where the fuck is she?" Jess asked Debby during the first break of the game, placing her pom-poms on the bench next to her.
"I don't know, she said she would come. You were the last one to see her."
"She said she had to do something really quick and then she'd come. Tomorrow she will come up with a stupid excuse like always."
"She's been getting a lot weird lately, I don't know what's going on with her."
"Yeah, I thought so too."
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Your laughter once again filled the library as the patter of the incessant rain that had been falling for almost an hour continued.
You never thought you'd spend so much time with Eddie one day, but apparently you were wrong. You enjoyed staying there with him.
"I swear it's a good one."
Eddie put all the books you convinced him to take on Miss Cooper's desk.
"It talks about a girl." He commented, as if that was all it took to not be a good book.
"Who has superpowers! Trust me, it's a good book. Near the end there's a lot of blood and stuff."
"Oh well, if 'there's a lot of blood and stuff' then I really should read it."
"Stop making fun me!" You hit his shoulder.
"Ouch!"
"I didn't hurt you."
"Yes, you did."
You rolled your eyes. "Read that damn book. Then tell me if you liked it."
"Well well well, do you wanna keep talking to me when we'll get out of here? Won't you pretend you don't know me?" He questioned, trying to figure out if you were lying.
"Why should I? Are you..." You hesitated "You're cool, I like you."
Eddie studied you for a moment. "You know, Y/N, I think you're a bit of a freak too."
You laughed, glancing at the books leaning on the desk. A weird creature caught your eye and you remembered Eddie's drawing.
"God, I almost forgot!" You took your bag in your hands, looking for the page. "I hope you don't think it's weird. I…I saved your drawing from the bin."
You handed him the paper, it was still a lot wrinkled but it was certainly in a better condition than when the teacher had thrown it in the trash.
Eddie stared at you.
He always had that way of looking at you with his big brown eyes that looked a lot like an animal that doesn't want to show that it's scared but is still reluctant to approach anyone.
He grabbed it slowly. "Why did you save it?"
"I wanted to see what you were drawing. It turned out to be worth it. It's really good."
"It turned out I was right."
You looked at him questioningly.
"You're a bit of a freak too. You put your hands in the trash to get a drawing of someone you didn't even know." He laughed again and you did the same.
You realized you liked the dimples that formed on his face when he smiled.
He took one last look at the drawing before carefully folding it and putting it in his pocket.
"Thank you." He finally said, sincere.
"Anytime."
Eddie's gaze fell on something behind you.
You turned around but didn't see anything different from moments before.
"What?"
"The window, Y/N, the window!" The excitement in his voice didn't even let you realize it was the first time he'd called you by your name.
"The window what?"
"We can get out through the window!" It seemed that at any moment he might start jumping from one side of the room to another.
You walked to the window where the rain continued to beat while Eddie looked behind you for something. "Looks quite high."
"And that's why we're going to need this." When you turned around Eddie was already setting up the ladder under the window after quickly putting on his jacket again.
"God, where did you find that?"
"I saw it earlier in the romance section."
"Were you checking the romance section?" You smirked.
"I walked past it, okay?" He rolled her eyes as he climbed the first rung of the ladder.
"Wait, should I go first?" He asked before going up.
"Go. Don't kill yourself when you jump to the other side."
"Who would care if I die?" He joked. Or you hoped he was.
"I would care! If they found me with your corpse who would they think sacrificed to the devil who?"
Eddie laughed again, shaking his head then opened the window. Lots of raindrops started falling on the library floor.
He sat on the edge before jumping over to the other side.
"Agh!"
"Shit, are you okay?" Your words left your mouth too quickly, your tone far too concerned about someone you've only known for a few hours.
No reply.
"Eddie, I swear-" You said starting up the ladder, the raindrops that passed through the open window falling on your face and in your hair.
"I'm fine!" He laughed.
"Thanks for your quick response." You commented ironically, not before breathing a sigh of relief.
"Aw, were you scared I was hurt?" You sat on the edge, now you could see his smirk as he looked up at you.
Most of his curls had gotten wet and stuck to his forehead and neck.
He was still pretty.
"Shut up."
"You were scared I was hurt!" He exclaimed, laughing, this time he was sure.
"Are you going to keep teasing me or are you going to help me get down from here?"
"Right, sorry." He reached out a hand and helped you jump. His fingers were warm, and having his palm against yours, even if only for a moment, gave you an indescribable feeling of security and safety.
"You okay?" He asked when you both finally got your feet on the ground.
"Yeah." His hand was still holding yours.
"Good."
"STAY FUCKING AWAY FROM HER!" Voices from behind you instantly made you turn around and before you know it Beck and Jason were pushing Eddie away from you. His hand slipped away from yours.
It seemed like the game was over.
"Are you okay? What happened?" Jess and Debby asked you, claiming you by the arm. "Did he hurt you?" Their tone was concerned and almost frightened.
"Hey, hey okay!" You tried to calm everyone down. "Eddie and I got locked in the library and went out the window, that's all."
You noticed that Jason's hands were still gripping Eddie's shirt, like he was ready to bail on him and beat him until he couldn't even remember his name at any moment.
The rain continued to fall incessantly on you, somewhere in the distance a thunder rumbled.
"Jason, leave him."
"Did he-"
"NO! STOP FUCKING ASKING!" You placed a hand on Jason's chest and pushed him away.
For a moment no one spoke. Like everyone was amazed that you didn't seem bothered by Eddie or that he hadn't done you anything wrong in the hours you'd spent locked in the library with him.
They were all looking at you with shocked expressions painted on their faces.
"Could you give me a lift home, please?" You turned to Eddie and this time he seemed to be the shocked one.
He pushed a strand of wet hair away from his eyes. "Yeah. Yes, of course I can."
"Okay, thank you." You kindly placed a hand on his back, as if urging him to leave. "Let's go."
You didn't say goodbye to any of the four students who watched you leave with Eddie "the freak" Munson and you didn't turn once as you walked beside him to his van.
You didn't know exactly how many friends you had just lost but you certainly knew you had a new one.
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Part 2
Tags: @jacklesdeanvessel @morning-sky7 @pipsqueakkitten @navs-bhat @michaelfuckinglangdon
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m3talmunson · 1 year
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It started with babes. Babes is completely platonic right? Nothing out of the ordinary there. Eddie was known for being over dramatic, why would nicknames -or in this case, pet names- be any different?
Babes wasn't even that over the top, so why was Steve blushing like a school girl after it was said in passing?
Steve definitely knew why, although, he was going to pretend he didn't. But he knew, about himself, about Eddie. A couple months after spring break '86 Steve had a very enlightening talk with Robin about his feelings. Towards Munson. Those completely and totally platonic feelings.
And a couple weeks later, as though Eddie was so in tune with Steve's discovery, Eddie came out to Steve at a campfire with Robin and Nance. Those two had wandered off, Eddie made some comment about "Good for Robs," before realizing his mistake. That was, until Steve said "Yeah, good for Robs," and Eddie just had to ask.
"You know about her? Y'know..."
"What? Eddie? Of course! She's my best friend."
"And you're ok with it?" Eddie was kind of shocked. Great 'King' Steve wasn't going to sick the dogs on Hawkins Local Lesbian? And it seemed like he had known longer than Eddie?
"Yeah, when you survive hell and back enough it's pretty hard to hate anyone for being gay." Steve left off the part where he was also into guys. He knew Eddie was ok with that, clearly ok with Robin, but Eddie might not be ok with being the guy Steve was into.
"Oh. Well," Eddie didn't know if it was the couple beers he had downed, or his newfound safety with this big ol' group of misfits, but he was comfortable asking Steve, "What if I was like Robin too?"
"Are you?" Steve asked. He wasn't going to get his hopes up over hypotheticals, but he could admit he had feelings for the older boy. He wasn't sure what feelings to be honest,but he was figuring that out as he went. He just knew they were more than platonic.
"Well, technically I'm the opposite of Robin, y'know. Not attracted to women. But yeah, I am." Eddie stared into the camp fire, torn between hoping that it would eat him alive, or that it would simply stare back.
"Okay, thanks for trusting me." Steve responded, plain as day.
He had asked Robin, if someone were to come out to him (granted they were not just drugged by Russians), what would she have wanted to hear. And he finally got the chance to use it, seeing the way Eddie's shoulders dropped in relief.
"So you're like actually ok with it?"
"Like I said, been to hell and back with you, who you love doesn't mean a thing over that."
" Yeah," Eddie said,"But most straight guys don't like it when gay guys flirt relentlessly with them."
"We'll keep that one between us then, won't we?" Steve wasn't entirely ready to correct Eddie on the straight thing, so he just didn't acknowledge that part. He chose to ignore the blush rise on his face, blaming it internally on the heat of the fire.
He also tried to ignore that at that point, the nicknames picked up.
It started with babes. Then baby, which made Steve's brain flutter. Then sweetheart. Eddie only used that one when he wanted something, and yet Steve still loved it. Stevie was one of the fan favorites. Not really a pet name, but used just as lovingly as one. Sometimes Eddie held out the end, in a sing-song voice. Made Steve weak in the knees. Eddie knew what he was doing.
It was babe that made Steve do something about it. Eddie used sweetheart, baby, Stevie, around everyone. In front of the kids, on his various trips to Family Video (whether to buy or annoy, who knew). But babe. Babe was just for Steve and Steve alone.
So of course, the only logical order of events was for Steve to start using them back.
It started with babe, the obvious choice. Fight fire with fire, or whatever. The meaningless pet names ended with babes too.
Because after Eddie kissed Steve to shut him up, they suddenly had meaning.
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calthinez · 9 months
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Pink, Sweet smelling dust
Paring: Dean Winchester x reader
Summary: While on a witch hunt, you and Dean get some sort of dust thrown on you. After Dean ganks her, you two high-tail it to the bunker thinking the worst. Turns out that witch got her dusts mixed up and hit you guys with an aphrodisiac.
A/N: I heart Dean Winchester. The relationship between the two of you is unspecified and its implied that this is the first time you guys are having sex. I love the sex pollen au :P
Warnings: NSFW(18+) car sex, rough sex, unprotected sex
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Your heart was beating so fast. You could figure out if it was from the fear of what was to come from that dust, or if it was from the dust. Looking up at Dean, he seems to be taking this a lot better than you, or he was at least pretending to.
The two of you were fast-paced walking to the Impala, not even caring to clean up the mess that was made. "Your heart beating fast, too?" You asked, voice laced with worry.
"Yeah, but don't worry about it. We'll be fine." Dean said as he fished his car keys out of his pockets. You couldn't tell if he actually believed that, though, or if he was just trying to make you feel better. The hunt was going fine right up until she blew pink, sweet smelling dust into your faces. "What the fuck was that?" Dean had yelled at her. She only gave him a dry laugh in response with a suspenseful "You'll see"
Dean had no hesitation when he shot her in the chest, only checking to make sure she was actually dead before grabbing you and high- tailing to the car.
Once the two of you got in the car Dean wasted no time putting the key in the ignition. You barely had time to buckle your seat belt before he sped off, causing the dirt on the road to fly into the air. Even with Dean going thirty over the speed limit, the car ride is at least half an hour long. You have no idea how your going to survive that, especially with the growing ache between your legs.
The only thing you can think about is your doomed fate. There was no time-limit on how long this would take before it ends the both of you. For all you know it would take only a minute.
Dean notices the anxiousness spread all across your face. He reaches his hand over the comfortingly pats your knee. You realize hes trying to make you feel less scared but you suddenly become hyper-aware of your body and how hot you feel.
Its just his hand on my knee. You think to yourself. There's no reason to get all excited from that.
He leaves his hand on your knee, and all you can think about now is where else he could put his hands. On your thighs? On your chest? In your mouth? Inside of you- You shudder and close your eyes tightly at that thought.
Its not that you haven't thought about Dean like that, you were sure just about everyone who met him has. You just never had it take such a big effect on you especially when you're right next to him.
Dean takes your shudder as a shudder of anxiety, so he trails his hand up ever so slightly and presses his fingers into the skin of your thigh.
The only sound in the car is the humming from the engine, none of Deans usual songs playing. At a time like this, you wish the radio was on to distract you.
You stick out your tongue to wet your dry lips. Deans hand that isn't on your thigh is gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles are turning white. His movements are stiff and his eyes are locked on the road, not sparing you a glance. You wonder if he has the same problem as you, if he also has an ache between his legs. You quickly glance down to his pants and see that, yes, he does have the same problem, the large tent in his pants being painfully obvious.
Dean turns his head immediately to you when you let out a little whimper at the sight of his bulge. You avoid eye contact, desperately staring out of the car window.
"You okay?" he asks you, his gruff voice adding to the fire in your belly.
"Yup," you squeak out. What is this man doing to you? You can hardly think straight.
Dean doesn't believe you, not in the slightest. It takes a minute for the gears in his head to turn before he realizes; you feel the same way he does. He originally chocked it up to you being scared, but he knows that is not the case. Dean slides his hand up higher on your thigh, you suck in a quick breath at the feeling.
"You sure?" He asks you with an underlying tone of arousal. You look back to him as you angle your leg to lean towards his body. "Mhm." You mumble out.
The fingers on your upper thigh slowly creep to the junction of your hip and thigh, there Dean rubs small circles into your flesh. His touch is lighting you on fire. Your breathing picks up and the ache between your legs rapidly intensifies.
On the old dirt roads Dean pulls off to the side, stopping close to the trees that line the road. He puts the car in park and turns off the vehicle. There was no cars on the road this late at night, It was just you two.
"You feel it too?" He asks you, just incase this is actually just one big coincidence and he read into it too much.
You nod your head yes and unbuckle your seat belt, Dean does the same. There is a pregnant pause where the both of you just look at each other, unsure of what to do. You cannot take this feeling anymore, though. You almost pounce on Dean. You crash your lips against his as his hand come up to hold your jaw in place. The kiss is messy, unsynchronized with teeth bumping against teeth and tongues sloppily licking at each other's mouth.
Dean uses his free hand to push you back onto the flat seat of the car. It's a good thing that the car has the big bench seats or else this would be a lot more uncomfortable. You're now laying down under Dean, his hand roughly grabbing at your boobs. You moan into the kiss.
Dean roughly pulls down your pants, leaving you in just your panties. All embarrassment you might have had has been overshadowed by your need to be fucked by Dean. You bring your hand down to grip Deans hard cock through his pants, he lets out a hoarse moan at the friction. You make work on unbuttoning his pants and also pulling them down.
Skipping all foreplay it seems you both feel like you'll explode if you aren't fucking as soon as possible, hell, you actually might. You pull down Deans boxers just low enough for you to free his cock. You jerk him a few times before he breaks the kiss. "Can I fuck you?" He says, you're literally jerking him off but he just wants to make sure. Ever the gentleman.
You enthusiastically nod your head up and down, giving him the go-ahead.
He takes his cock in his own hand and uses his other hand to push your panties to the side, allowing him access to your wet pussy. He pushed into you, both of you releasing pent up moans. His cock is big, and you barely have anytime to adjust to his size before he roughly grabs your hips with both of his hands and starts thrusting into you.
Dean leans down to your neck to kiss and suck on your pulse point as you're moaning sweet praises to him, urging him to keep going. The windows start to fog up from both of your heavy breaths being released. Its an erotic scene, thats for sure. The both of you in the front seat fucking like you're depraved.
There's definitely going to be bruises on your hips, you think to yourself. You lock your legs around Deans torso. Deans moans are like music to your ears, going straight to your impending orgasm. Your nails scratch at his back.
"Fuck- I'm close." You moan out into Deans ear.
"Yeah me too, sweetheart." His pace never relents, though, even with his orgasm quickly approaching. If anything it speeds up.
You can feel the coil in your belly tighten like no other time before. Your hands are grasping and clawing at Deans shoulders as your back arches, pushing your chest to his.
The coil in your belly snaps hard. Harder than any time before. You screw your eyes shut and loudly cry out as you cum around Deans cock.
It takes Dean no time to be cumming, as well. He cums inside of you, not that you care you're too fucked out to be thinking about anything other than your orgasm.
You slowly release your legs' hold on Deans waist. The both of you trying to catch your breath from your climax. He slowly pulls out of you and tucks himself back into his pants. Dean sits back up-right on the seat and you follow suit. You fix your panties and pull your pants up.
The both of you just sit in silence for a moment, collecting your thoughts. You notice that you no longer feel anxious or ill, like the sex completly cured you... Oh. You think you figured it out. You open your mouth to say someting to the man next to you but he beats you to it.
"I think it was a sex powder."
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mikobeautifulheart · 27 days
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JJK men "pretending" to be your boyfriend.
INCLUDING: Yuji, Megumi
TW: it's a stalker kind of situation and people being creeps.
Each person is like 500 words each.
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◇Megumi◇
You were on a snack run during your "games night" that Yuji insisted you guys do. It was the height of your Friday night absolutely winning Monopoly but the snacks started to run low during your Just dance sessions. Everyone stopped for the night and decided to put on a movie. The TV was helpless and it would only play DVDS so you, Yuji, Megumi and Nobora drew straws on who was going where.
It was decided that you and megumi would go get drinks and snacks, leaving Yuji and Nobora to pick out a movie before the store closed.
You all put on sweaters and hoodie before heading out.
"Okay we'll all meet back here at 10:00 okay?" Nobora said
You all nodded in agreement.
Then you all split into your respective directions. You and Megumi walk together down dark streets, sure you were a sorcerer and all but you were also human, you couldn't help but feel nervous walking at this time of night, especially past so many bars. But all you needed was to hear Megumi strike up a conversation and forget all about the dangers.
"Are you sure? I can be quick?"
"We'll be back in no time" He said, giving a little grin, sensing how uncomfortable you felt.
"Yeah don't worry Megumi were just picking up snacks" you said with a slight quiver in your voice.
"Oh here we are," Megumi said, suddenly coming to a stop.
Megumi looked at you with a slight frown.
"I guess I'll go to the next store to save time" You said knowing that this store wouldn't have all you're looking for.
"It's fine, the quicker we can go the better." You said.
"Okay, I'll meet you…?"
"Yeah, actually I'll meet you here" you said”
He headed into the store still watching you until you began to walk down the path, the street lights were barely bright enough for you to feel safe, every time you walked past an alley you heard shuffles that made the hairs on the end of your neck stand up. The footstep shuffling sound was so close to you, you could have swarn they were trying to walk past you, but they didn’t.
Finally you made it to the brightly lit convenient store, no one else was in there but the cashier. As you walked inside a beep rang throughout the store, and right after another one did too. You turned around the corner of a shelf slightly catching a glimpse of a stranger in a hoodie, face was hard to make out when they were wearing a mask. The cashier suddenly left into the back behind the counter. It made you a little more nervous but all you had to do was be quick.
You brushed it off as another person looking for something to. You grabbed a basket and started putting items into it but you could feel eyes glaring into the back of your head. No this isn't happening. Just as you got to the back of the store you pulled out your phone and tried to unlock it to text Megumi but a hand grabbed your wrist suddenly. 
“HEY!” you harshly whispered shocked at the sudden action
“Let go!” you said out loud with more confusion than confidence trying to pull your wrist away.
Another beep rang through the store and hurried foot steps headed your way. What if it was another person? What if this was a set up? You might die here tonight.  The footsteps reached you and you felt a hard chest pressed against your back. You squeezed your eyes shut wishing you weren't here and stayed with Megumi instead.
“Let go of her” a familiar voice said intimidatingly.
It was Megumi, he grabbed your wrist back pulling the other person's hand off and holding it.
“Look man this girl is my little sister, she just ran away and our parents sent me to bring her back- '' The stranger suddenly said hurriedly not expecting this complication.
“She's not going with you, go tell your ‘parents’ she's fine because she's with her boyfriend” he said
The man's face went white and he wordlessly hurried out of the store.
“You should have come with me,” he said. He let you go and you turned to him, almost shaking.
You bring your wrist up to your eyes to inspect the stinging pain, it's red. Megumi's attention is drawn to your wrist too. Gently he takes it and presses it to his lips.
“Im sorry that happened” He sighed a cold breath against your skin
“Let’s just go home, I'm tired" you sighed.
☆Yuji☆
You and Yuji were doing some afternoon studying together. Eventually, before it got dark Yuji wanted to do something different.
“Hey Y/N lets go watch a movie as a celebration for finishing”
“Yuji we have a whole other test.”
“But thats next week and we’re already ready for tomorrow” He smiled
It was so pure, you couldn’t say no. You both got up and started to walk out of the library with your things. After a quick stop at your respective dorms and dropped off your things with a quick outfit change and you guys began to walk together.
It was getting dark now and the cinema was a few minutes away, you had an off feeling deep down in your gut like someone was watching you. But Yuji was with you, nothing could possibly happen. And if something did Yuji would be there to protect you right?
You guys get into the cinema and the feeling still bothers you. To be quick Yuji said he would go buy all the snacks while you picked a movie and bought tickets. You watched as he walked off and waved, you smiled back at him, it was just a weird feeling, no reason to get Yuji paranoid, plus you had no hard evidence it would be weird to mention. You stood in line when you felt someone stand behind you strangely close. Maybe it was Yuji who came back to ask what you wanted, but when you turned around  there was someone else, a complete stranger looming over you. You froze in shock when you realised who it was. An old classmate, before you even came to Jujutsu high, but you left all that in the past. He always stuck out to you, doing strange things when you were around until one day in school you found him going through your bag. He was a real creep.
“You” you hissed at him through gritted teeth. He made your life miserable for the longest time, you were extremely paranoid for that part of your life and the only time you forget about him he comes back to haunt you.
“You need to come with me” he said in a low voice, you could tell he didn't want to make a scene.
Honestly neither did you, so you'd have to find your way out of it without gaining too much attention. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, about to call Yuji to meet you urgently but the guy snatched the phone from you. 
“Hey! Give that back!” you tried to stay calm but he was getting on your nerves. You reached out to get it back before he put a pocket knife close to your stomach. It was in his sleeve so no one could see it, but you could feel it.
“Come outside with me” he said and not knowing what to do you complied hoping that someone would notice the trouble you were in. He stood behind you making you walk out the door. Just as you stepped out a hand grabbed your arm. You flinched at the sudden contact.
“Hey don’t leave me now” Yuji looked at you with his eyes dead set on you. 
“Hey buddy back off can’t you see we’re busy here?” the creep said
“Actually we’re the ones busy here, so if you don't mind, do your business and leave us alone.” Yuji said, wrapping his arm around your waist and glaring at the guy coldly.
“Look Who do you even think you are pal?” The creep asked demanding for an answer
You held your breath. 
“Please help me Yuji” you mumbled softly that only he could hear. He looked down at you seeing how bad this was. 
“Im her boyfriend so you better not touch her again or I'll have to punch your face in. I sure as hell know for a fact that she wants nothing to do with you so I'd tread lightly” Yuji said without hesitating. He turned around with you and walked into the cinema leaving the guy frozen there.
“Thanks” you whispered leaning into his side. He squeezed you closer to buy the tickets with you this time.
When you got into the room you guys sat down and Yuji said
“I’m sorry I didn't notice you sooner” His hand going under your shirt feeling a scratch the knife left. You didn’t even notice your senses were too heightened. Your face turned red, luckily the room was too dark to notice. You leaned onto his shoulder as the movie started and planted a small kiss on your head.
THANKS FOR READING ♡
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AUTHOURS NOTE: I probably should have mentioned this in the other posts but re-blogs are welcomed if you were wondering. Also I tried to keep it short and sweet but all the events would be to much to rush and it wouldn't make sense. Also thanks for reading.
EDIT: HERES PART 2 WITH GOJO AND GETO
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songbirdchris · 2 months
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INTERRUPTING THEIR LIVE / EN-
synopsis: you basically walk in the room without knowing they are doing a live.
HEESEUNG 이희승 ~
man would be very smug about it.
teases the fans, not showing any emotion of shock or fear.
maybe flirts with the fans to distract them.
The room is softly lit, with a cozy atmosphere. Heeseung sits in front of his computer, headphones on, engaging with his fans during a livestream.
Cue the door opening. You enter the room with a playful smile. "Hey, Heeseung, what are you-" Heeseung quickly signals her to stay quiet, pointing to his headphones. YN tilts her head in confusion. Heeseung mouths "Livestream" and points to the camera. YN's eyes widen in shock as she realizes the situation.
"Livestream? Oh no, I didn't know!" You mouth and make your exit. Heeseung remains calm, reassuring you with a smile. "It's okay, just act natural. We'll have some fun with this."
As you stand frozen in uncertainty, Heeseung turns his attention back to the camera, addressing his fans. "Hey, everyone! Surprise guest in the room. Say hi to YN!"
The chat explodes with excitement as fans greet YN. She nervously waves at the camera. "Hi, everyone… surprise?"
Heeseung chuckles and decides to lighten the mood, teasing the fans. "You know, YN, they've been dying to meet you. Maybe I should let them ask you some questions."
"What? No, no, no!" He laughs at your panicked state. "Come on, it'll be fun. Ask away, guys!"
Fans flood the chat with questions, and Heeseung reads them out loud, turning a potentially awkward situation into an entertaining interaction. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" You turn to him. "Just go with the flow, babe. It's all in good fun."
JAY 박종성 ~
i feel like he'll be very smart about it
like he'll say that it was just a female staff
since the fans don't know he's in a relationship and he wants to your privacy kept.
Jay is engrossed in a livestream with his fans when you unexpectedly enters the room. Realizing the potential frenzy this could cause, Jay remains composed and signals YN to exit discreetly. Once she leaves, Jay smoothly addresses his viewers.
"Well, that was an unexpected interruption, wasn't it? Sorry about that, folks. Just had a female staff member come by for a quick discussion. You know, the usual behind-the-scenes stuff."
Fans in the chat are curious, but Jay skillfully deflects, maintaining a sense of mystery. "Who was that? Another secret collaboration?"
He seamlessly shifts the conversation, redirecting attention away from the personal intrusion. Fans continue to engage, unaware of Jay's relationship.
JAKE 심재윤 ~
cue his "kamchagiya!"
this man would be dramatically surprised by you
would'nt be scared and just pans the camera to you
now you were the one yelling "kamchagiya"
Jake is in the middle of a lively livestream when the door unexpectedly swings open. Startled, he jumps in his chair, the shock evident on his face. "Whoa, what the—?"
As the door fully opens, Jake's expression shifts from surprise to pure delight when he realizes it's you. He grins and playfully pans the camera towards her. "Well, well, look who decided to drop by! Say hi to everyone, YN!"
Caught off guard, you blush and try to playfully hide behind Jake, aware that the fans might not be aware of their relationship. "What's the matter, love? Shy all of a sudden?"
YN peeks out from behind Jake, giving a shy wave to the camera as the chat explodes with excitement. "Wait, is that YN? OMG, Jake's got a girlfriend!"
"Surprise, surprise! The secret's out, guys. YN and I are here to spread some love and positive vibes."
Fans flood the chat with heart emojis and messages of support. Jake wraps an arm around YN, who is still blushing and trying to hide her smile.
SUNGHOON 박성훈 ~
stoned face
pretends you're not even there.
even if the fans asked who it was, he'd say it was a ghost or they are just imagining things.
When the door quietly creaks open, without even flinching, Sunghoon maintains his stoic expression, pretending not to notice the unexpected intrusion. You enter the room with a playful smile.
"Hey, Sunghoon, what's got you so focused?" Sunghoon continues the livestream as if you're not there, calmly responding to fan comments and questions without acknowledging her presence.
"Who's that behind you, Sunghoon?"
"Behind me? There's no one there. Must be your imagination." YN, amused, tries to stifle a laugh as fans become increasingly curious about the mysterious figure in the background.
"No, seriously, there's someone there!" A fan writes. Sunghoon remains deadpan. "A ghost, perhaps. We're in an old building. Wouldn't be surprised."
YN decides to play along, covering her mouth to suppress her laughter as fans continue to speculate. "Guess I'm just a ghost, huh?"
Sunghoon nods "A very talkative one, apparently."
SUNOO 김선우 ~
cutely covers his mouth in shock.
tries to distract the fans and trick them.
but eventually introduces you to the fans.
You decide to surprise Sunoo, not knowing he was in the middle of his livestream. As you open the door, Sunoo is visibly shocked, his eyes widening in surprise. He quickly covers his mouth cutely, attempting to hide his shock from the viewers. "Oh my gosh! What are you doing here?"
You join in on the fun, playing along with Sunoo's antics. "Just wanted to see what you were up to, Sunoo. Mind if I join?"
As fans start commenting about the mysterious figure in the background, Sunoo decides to play a little trick. "Who's there with you, Sunoo?"
"What? Oh, I didn't see anyone. Must be your imagination." After a bit of teasing, Sunoo can't contain his excitement any longer. He dramatically uncovers his mouth and grins at the camera.
Alright, alright! The big reveal! Everyone, meet YN! Surprise!
The chat explodes with excitement and curiosity as Sunoo introduces you to his fans. You wave at the camera, and Sunoo can't help but giggle at the enthusiastic response from the viewers.
JUNGWON 양정원 ~
would be professional about it, like jay
say you were a staff or something
would apologize to you after the livestream
The door quietly opens, and you, posing as a staff member, enter the room. Jungwon glances at you briefly but maintains his composed demeanor, acknowledging your presence with a subtle nod.
Understanding the need to keep things professional. While fans in the chat begin to speculate about your identity, Jungwon smoothly redirects the conversation. "Who's that in the background?"
"Oh, that's just a member of our staff handling some behind-the-scenes tasks. Nothing to worry about." The fans seem satisfied with the explanation, and Jungwon seamlessly continues with the livestream, focusing on the topic at hand.
Once the livestream concludes, Jungwon turns his attention to you. The fans, unaware of the true nature of your presence, continue to discuss the livestream, and Jungwon wraps up with his usual charm. As the broadcast ends, Jungwon takes a moment to express his gratitude once again before you both leave the room, maintaining the air of professionalism that defines his public persona.
NI-KI 西村 力 ~
our little menace
will tease you like jake did, trying to pan the camera to you
would straight up tell the fans and tease them as well
You sneak into the room, knowing that Ni-ki would welcome the playful interruption. As the door creaks open, Ni-ki spots you and grins mischievously. "Well, well, look who decided to crash the party! YN everyone!"
He playfully tries to pan the camera towards you, eager to share the surprise with his fans. "Say hi to YN, the troublemaker who just barged in!"
You playfully wave at the camera, joining in on Ni-ki's antics. "Wait, who's that? Ni-ki, who's with you?"
"Oh, this? Just a little troublemaker causing chaos. You jealous yet? Fans in the chat express a mix of confusion and excitement. "Are you serious, Ni-ki? Who is that?"
"Oh, don't worry. You'll find out soon enough. But hey, if you leave hate comments, it just means you're jealous."
As the fans continue to speculate, Ni-ki finally decides to spill the beans. "Alright, alright! I won't keep you in suspense any longer. Meet YN, my girlfriend."
Fans flood the chat with emojis and excited comments, welcoming you into the fold. Ni-ki continues to tease and playfully interact with the fans.
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halucynator · 7 months
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Hi can I get a imagine about Theodore Nott?
Okay so reader and (duh!) theodore are partners in potion’s class. Both slytherin. They are making the potion Amortentia (see where I’m going with this?), they sniff it, and then challenge the other to drink it making them infatuated with each other. Reader already has feelings for Theo since second year but never knew theo felt the same but since he’s a guy and guys act macho and tough, he pretends the feelings are only because of the potion towards their friends (only Pansy (our bff!) knows about our feelings towards Theo). Ending it with a confession of feelings and a truck load of smut?
If you don’t do smut, a fluffy ending please
Amortentia
Pairing: Theodore Nott x fem!reader
Warnings: fluff, angst, confessions, shouting (like barely)
A/n: first of all, thanks for the request, I love it! Sorry this was so late x I kinda forgot about the fact that I finished it because I thought I posted it so sorry xx I also didn't give it a smutty ending (sorry!) Because I suck at writing smut. My reason before used to be bc I was uncomfortable but idrgaf anymore. It's just cause I suck at it and dont wanna disappoint you xx hope you like it 🩷
Also to all the other people who requested: I see your request xx I'm going to take some time to write it to do it justice xx
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You stumbled into Snape's potion class, knowing you were late. In your defense... you had none.
You sat down next to Theo, your good friend, after being told off by Snape.
"Today we'll be making amortentia. Can anyone tell me what an amortentia potion is?" Snape directed the question to the class.
Hermione raised her hand. Of course she did. Snape nodded towards her, gesturing her to continue.
"It's one of the strongest love potions rumoured to smell differently for each person." She answered.
"Correct. Now to make this potion you're going to need the following ingredients." Snape went on about the ingredients. After a while, he finally told you to make it.
As you stirred the potion, the smell of white musk, violets and faint smoke enveloped your senses. The smell of... Theo.
"God you definitely did not cut back on your vanilla perfume today y/n." Theo stated.
You just stared at him waiting for him to realise.
"There's no way!" Theo said as he realised.
"Only one way to find out." You said.
He raised an eyebrow as a gesture to continue.
"Drink it." You say.
"What?"
"drink it." You repeat.
"if I drink it, you will have to too."
"okay, deal."
You knew you would regret it but it was already too late as you had already gulped down the potion.
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The next few hours were... traumatising (to say the least) for your friends.
Around other people you could pretend you were only flirting with Theo because you drank the potion. Other people except Pansy.
Pansy knew you liked him. Well, in your defense you never really told her. She was your best friend and you were going to eventually tell her but she guessed even before you could.
With the potion, you couldn't tell if Theo actually liked you or was just pretending. That's what he told all his friends. But in all fairness, so did you and that didn't necessarily mean it was true. He said he was infatuated with you because of the potion but you so desperately hopes he actually liked you. And the stupid potion wasn't helping.
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"You need to tell him!" Pansy said as you walked around her room telling her how you're ere contemplating if he liked you or not.
"What if he rejects me?" You ask, worried.
"Pfft have you seen him? He is so in love with you." She says.
"It could just be the potion!" You stated.
"You don't get it, do you? I mean before he drank it. He acted love struck then as well!" She said.
"What? No he didn't. He had a girlfriend at that time. And he wa making out with her. And doing... other stuff." You said disgusted.
"Guys tend to try and impress the person they like. He literally acted tough around you. All the time." Pansy said.
"I guess there's only one way to find out." You stated sighing as you gave in.
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You marched into the common room with Pansy write behind you making sure you don't change your mind.
"Theo can I talk to you?" You ask politely.
"Uh, yeah." He said.
As you walked out with him you just kinda said it.
"I like you. I've liked you for ages and it's okay if you don't like me back. You aren't inclined to. I smelled you in the potion and I never told you and I just felt that if I told you it would ruin our friendship and I didn't-" your words were cut short as Theo placed his lips against yours.
"Did you kiss me to get me to shut up? Wise choice." You said as you pulled away.
"Yeah that's one reason." He said giggling.
"What's the other reason?" You asked.
"Why do people usually kiss?" He answered you with a question.
"I know I just wanted to hear you say it." You said blushing slightly.
"I like you too." He said genuinely meaning it. You knew that wasn't the potion.
"Now can I kiss you again?" He asked.
"I'd like that very much." You said.
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Thanks for reading! This was on the back burner for a while and I kinda forgot about it bc I thought I posted it so sorry about that xx hope you liked it 💖
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sturniolowhore · 2 months
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matt and chris fluff with anxious reader. matt struggles with anxiety and would be able to help reader with anxiety. chris has anxiety help experience from matt- just fluff and support 🧡💙
☁️ SWIM, WE'LL KEEP YOU AFLOAT
summary ⎯  reader has a bad day and finally ends up breaking when she's watching a movie with matt and chris (and basically what the request says)
warnings ⎯  mentions of anxiety, boyfriend!chris, bestfriend!matt, brief mention of bestfriend!nick, fem!reader, fluff, hurt and comfort
A/N ⎯ finally posting again!! thank you so much for 600 followers guys i love you so so much and i could not be more thankful. this request was the winner of the poll i did before but i will eventually be working on all of the requests so keep an eye out for them
i hope you enjoy <3
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anxiety for her feels like drowning. the overbearing thoughts start to flow a stream of her body, swimming through her mind until they begin to consume her entire being. a lot of the time she tries her hardest to ignore it, pretending it doesn't exist so she doesn't spend too much time thinking about it. it comes and it goes and she hates it. some days she'll be completely okay, not a single worry in her mind, yet others she'll feel like her head is being dunked under water and she can't breathe.
today feels like one of those days. things keep going wrong and she's not sure how much more she can take before she just breaks down. it's small elements piling up on top of one another and forming this mountain of worries that she can't seem to remove from her vision. despite her anxious state, she attempts to act as though nothing is wrong.
her head is currently laid on chris' chest with his arm slung around her shoulder. she's watching a movie with him and matt seeing as nick has gone out with madi. she'd be lying if she says she's actually watching the scenes in front of her though. the voices of the characters are echoing in her head and she can't quite keep up with everything. she's starting to feel worse by the second and she hates it so much. she especially hates it because she doesn't have a reason to be anxious, her body has just decided to keep her on edge for no apparent reason.
she can feel her mind working itself into overdrive as every recent worry she has is starting to build up into a cloud of despair. her eyes remain glued to the tv screen but her attention is somewhere else entirely.
she honestly doesn't even hear anything when chris first speaks up, "you okay ma? you're shaking."
chris taps at her shoulder lightly when he doesn't receive a response and she snaps out of her trance, turning to face him and offering a weak smile in the hopes that he won't catch onto her emotions. luck seemingly isn't on her side because chris' expression conveys pure sympathy. he pulls her closer to him and she clings onto his torso, turning her head so her face collides with his clothed chest.
her actions result in her entirely missing the look of concern both matt and chris share. they're aware something is definitely wrong now but as always, they don't want to force her into telling them how she feels. that's something she truly adores about them and nick too, for that matter. they allow her to go at her own pace and she's ever so thankful.
a tear falls from her eyes but of course she's the only one aware seeing as her face is hidden. she feels weak and she doesn't want to cry, especially when she doesn't know why she's crying. regardless of what she wants though, the tears still fall and eventually start to create a damp patch on chris' t shirt. he frowns as he feels the tears soak through the material and he gives a wary look to matt yet again.
"hey, it's okay come on, lift your head up baby," he strokes her hair softly and watches as she hesitantly lifts her head, coming up with a slightly choked sob that breaks his heart into a dozen pieces.
matt, who was previously sat on the other couch, stands up and makes his way to the couch she's sitting on. he sits beside her slowly and reaches a tentative hand to touch her shoulder, grounding her for a brief second as she continues to cry.
"i- i don't even know why i'm crying," she manages to get out, feeling all sense of composure she's been trying to hold onto wither away.
"hey, it's okay, we all get upset sometimes," matt's gentle voice sounds through the air and she could not be more thankful for the people she's surrounded by.
"has it been like this all day?" chris asks her warily, wanting to know a little more so he can provide her with the best comfort she so deeply deserves.
she nods her head sheepishly, wiping furiously at the tears spilling from her eyes. chris instantly moves her hands and replaces them with his own, stroking the tears away in a much gentler manner. she can also feel matt rubbing circles against her shoulder which both feel extremely delicate in contrast to the rough, jagged thoughts in her head.
"okay baby, we're going to play a little game. can you tell me five things you can see?" chris interrupts her train of thoughts and she can't help but smile because she knows exactly what he's trying to do.
"um, your t-shirt, your chain, the tv, fuck i can't. i'm sorry," she cries louder, hating how she can't do such a simple task.
"it's okay. let me go first and then you can try?" matt suggests and she nods slowly, making him continue, "i can see you and chris, i can see the other couch, i can see the tv and i can see my phone. can you try for us?"
"i can see chris, the wall, the mantlepiece, um- the table and the tv," she says ever so slowly but chris or matt don't make so much as a single comment about her taking too long; they simply wait patiently and continue to encourage her to keep going.
"there we go, i'm so proud. now four things you can feel. want me to go first?" chris asks and after a small sob escapes her lips, she nods her head in response.
"i can feel your pretty face on my chest, i can feel my chain on my neck, i can feel the couch and i can feel your hair tie on my wrist. come on ma, what are you feeling?" his voice is soft, so fucking soft and she wants to melt into it.
she hesitates but tries her best to overcome it and speak again, "i can feel your hand in- in my hair, matt's hand on my shoulder, the couch and uh- um..."
"slowly, only more thing. i can feel the pillow, can you feel it?" matt asks her, knowing she can certainly feel it.
she smiles at him, "mhm and i can feel the pillow."
"there we go, three things you can hear? oh that's a fun one," chris prompts her and she laughs lightly at his comment.
"the movie, my breathing and-" she stops, thinking and then smiling when chris starts to hum gently, "and your humming."
"you're doing so good," matt reassures her and she finds herself starting to relax more and more as the seconds pass.
"so good baby, i'm so proud of you," chris continues to comfort her softly with his hands, making her lean into his touch seeking the familiar sensation.
"two things you can smell?" matt queries, finding himself more relaxed at the fact that she's calming down too; he knows exactly how anxiety can get and he hates that she has to go through it when she's such a pure and loving individual.
"my perfume and i- i think chris' chapstick," she laughs with a little cough and chris rubs circles on her back lovingly.
"we're almost there ma, i just need to know what you can taste," chris tells her, smiling at her to show her that what she's feeling is allowed and that it doesn't change any feelings he has towards her like she fears it will. if anything, her strength makes him love her even more than he already does.
"i can't really taste anything..." she points out and chris thinks for a moment before an idea settles in his head.
"sorry matt," he says and before matt can question the apology, chris shortly but sweetly connects his lips with his girlfriend's before pulling away with a sheepish smile.
she shakes her head at him and laughs when matt playfully rolls his eyes. she licks at her lips and turns back to chris, "i can taste your chapstick."
"good job baby, i'm so proud of you. we love you so much," chris repeats like it's a mantra and she feels so much more calmer due to the brothers' love and comfort.
"you okay?" matt and chris ask her softly at the same time and she just feels so loved, so seen and she almost gets the urge to cry again but not because she's upset, rather because the people surrounding her make her feel ever so lovely and eased.
"i'm okay," she replies and she's so happy when she takes in the fact that it's genuinely the truth.
the lump in her throat has disappeared and her heart appears to be beating at a regular rate once more. she silently smiles to herself, still leaning into chris' touch and indulging in matt's casual chatter. everything feels normal again and she's beyond grateful. her head feels like it has been lifted from the water and suddenly she feels like she can swim again.
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tags: @mattslolita @sturniolololover @mattsleftnipple03 @that-general-simp
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onestopfanficshop · 8 months
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babysitter's club
pairing/warnings: hobie brown x f!reader; she/her pronouns used! cursing, some smooching, potential misuse of british slang (i'm sorry brits 😭), no phonetic spelling of hobie's accent, mayday being chaotic and adorable, reader and hobie talk about their future (kids), hobie and reader get to pretend to be domestic homeowners for a night, absolutely illegal amounts of fluff
word count: 3k
author's note: WOW okay. this took me over two months (?!?) to write. this is what happens when you take summer classes to get ahead 😔 but ANYWAYS! i hope you guys enjoy this!
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"Only give her the one with carrots and the apples if she gets really fussy, okay? Tonight is peas, and... she's made it very clear how she feels about peas, so, good luck," you heard Peter say, chuckling as he closed the fridge and explained more of Mayday's feeding schedule to Hobie.
"Do I look okay?" MJ asked, stealing your attention away from the scene in the kitchen as she fussed with her hair in the hallway mirror.
"You look absolutely perfect," you reassured her, slightly adjusting the necklace that she was wearing. "Make sure you don't forget your umbrella though; I heard it was supposed to rain."
You saw the boys approaching you two from the kitchen and broke out in a grin.
"You lovebirds have nothing to worry about. We'll take good care of Mayday. Right, Hob?" you said, glancing sideways at you him.
"Yes ma'am," he confirmed, giving you a two-finger salute.
"If you guys need anything, just call, okay?" MJ said over her shoulder, stepping through the door that Peter was holding open for her.
Do not call, Peter mouthed when MJ's back was turned, pointing his two fingers at his eyes and then pointing them at you two. You waited until the door closed before you started to giggle.
"Looks like somebody's trying to get shagged tonight," Hobie chuckled, leaning against the living room wall as Mayday giggled happily from where she was seated on her playmat.
"Hobie! There is a child here for crying out loud!" you say exasperated, swatting at his shoulder.
"What? It's not like she knows what that means, love," he responded, looking at you with a lazy grin.
"Can you just—at least attempt to behave, please? I'm not trying to babysit two babies tonight, thank you very much," you say, rolling your eyes as you plant your hands on your denim-clad hips, eyes raking over the messy state of the living room. You made a mental note to pick up Mayday's toys off the floor before MJ and Peter came back.
"Listen, all I'm saying is—,” he pauses, crouching down in front of Mayday and picking up a toy that she had dropped to give it back to her. "If my theory's right—which it most definitely is—we'll be babysitting two babies in no time," he said mischievously.
"Oh my God. You did not just say that," you said, moving to sit cross-legged to the side of Mayday. You tried to stay serious, but you're unable to stop the smile spreading across your face.
"I'm only teasing, promise," Hobie grinned. "You wanna order in?"
"Already did. Wanted to be 100% certain that I was the one who ordered," you say, learning to the side a little as you pulled your phone out of your back pocket and unlocked it to check the status of your delivery.
"Yeah? Why's that?" Hobie asked innocently. Your thumbs pause their scrolling as you look up at Hobie, utterly unamused.
"Because I absolutely will not be bombarded with those ridiculously spicy wings you got for us last time. Genuinely unhinged behavior on your end to not warn me," you say, shuddering as you recall the horrors that your tongue experienced last week. Hobie threw is head back as he laughed, watching your face curl up at the memory.
"Ah, I wish you could've seen it, May-May," he told the child, his face lighting up as he heard Mayday giggle upon hearing his laugh. "Her eyes were so bloody red, like this," he said, chuckling as he pointed to the sleeve on his shirt.
"He's exaggerating, honey; don't mind him," you say, tickling Mayday under the chin, causing her to laugh even more. "My eyes were not that red, Hob," you protested as you smiled at Mayday.
"They absolutely were. I have photo evidence," he rebutted.
"Wha—you took pictures?!" you ask incredulously, whipping your head towards him. "Hobie, I swear on everything, you better dele—"
You're interrupted by the sound of rapid knocking on the door, causing Mayday to make a startled noise as she fearfully grabbed at your arm with her tiny hands. Hobie made his way over to the door as you tried to soothe the girl.
"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, honey," you say soothingly, hoisting her up and holding her snug on your hip as you untangled your legs to stand up. "It's just the door, bub." You watched as Hobie kicked the door closed with one leg, balancing the pizza on one hand while he locked the door with his other hand.
"Dinner's served," Hobie said triumphantly, setting the box down on dining table.
"We gotta get you your dinner too, huh, May?" you said, gingerly setting her down in her high chair before you tugged open the fridge. You squinted, staring down the rows of puréed baby food before turning to Hobie. "Which one of these are we supposed to give to her again?" you ask, picking up one of the cold jars and turning it over in your hands.
"Tonight is P-E-A-S," Hobie says, recalling what Peter told him. He leans on the kitchen island with his forearms as he skims the paper with the list of instructions that MJ and Peter left for you two. "And then after that is her bath, and—"
"Why on Earth did you just spell pe—"
Your sentence is cut short by Hobie swiftly covering your mouth his his large hand, eyes going wide.
"She hates 'em," he whispered. "Even sayin' the word P-E-A-S throws her into a hissy fit."
"Okay, well—," you throw up your hands in disbelief before planting them on your hips. "When she sees the jar of green P-E-A-S, I'm pretty dam- dang sure that she's gonna know what they are," you pointed out, catching yourself before you swore as you tugged open the drawers to find a tiny spoon for Mayday.
"Nice save," Hobie said, smirking as he took a seat at the dinner table in front of the baby.
"Listen, if she's gonna be upset eating this, you have to be the one to feed her," you sighed. You pulled the jar out of fridge and set it down in front of Hobie, along with the spoon.
"Why me?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
"Because she literally adores you?" you replied, as if it was common knowledge.
"Who doesn't?" he said, grinning.
"Alright, funny guy. We'll see if you're smiling when you have the 'vegetable-that-must-not-be-named' thrown all over you," you said, smirking as you opened the pizza box to help yourself. Hobie's hand covered the lid of the jar, and he gave it a firm twist, opening the jar with a pop.
"That's not very fair, love, innit?" he said, frowning at you as you got up to tuck a bib around Mayday's neck.
"It's actually very fair, in my opinion. This is payback for destroying my taste buds last week," you say, settling back into your chair and giving him an expectant look.
"You're never letting that go, eh?" he said, shaking his head. He scooped some of the food onto the baby-sized spoon, gauging Mayday's expression as he cautiously moved the spoon towards her mouth. The baby tentatively accepted the food, tasting it for a second before she scrunched up her face in disgust. Just like you predicted, she spit the food out of her mouth, nearly missing Hobie's shirt as she let out a short wail.
"Uh-oh," you say smugly, taking a bite out of one of your pizza slices. "You having fun yet?"
"May, c'mon," he pleaded with the infant, ignoring your quip. "S'not that bad, I promise," he said, trying to get her to take another spoonful. But Mayday remained defiant, turning her head to the side when Hobie brought the spoon to her mouth again as she let out little cries of frustration. He set the spoon down with a sigh.
"Man, why even make her eat this if she hates it?" he asked to no one in particular, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "Kid’s clearly miffed. I say we give her the one with the apples n' the carrots."
"Absolutely not. You get babies on the sweeter stuff now, and they'll never touch vegetables again," you declare adamantly, sliding the baby food over to yourself. You turned around and grabbed a spoon out of the drawer behind you.
"Look, Mayday!" you say cheerfully. You grabbed the spoon, scooped out a bit of the purée, and slathered it on your pizza slice. You mentally prepared yourself for the taste before you took an exaggerated bite, and the infant watched you curiously.
"See? It's really good!" you reassure her, encouraging her to try a spoonful of her food again. This time, she accepted the food from you, although her face still scrunched up every time she took a bite.
"You're a bloody baby whisperer," Hobie said in awe. "Are sure she likes it now?" he asked, taking note of the faces Mayday was making.
"Yeah, she just—" you paused, scraping out the last of pea purée and feeing to her. "A baby's gag reflex is closer to the front of their mouth. That's why they'll sometimes make faces when they eat a new food. Doesn't mean they hate it; they're just trying to decide if they like it or not. Right Mayday?" you say. The baby cooed in response, drooling out a little bit of her dinner. You lifted up the corner of her bib and wiped off the food that had gotten around the corners, and Hobie grinned as he picked up the empty jar, rotating it around and showing it off to Mayday.
"Nice job, kid. Did all that on your own," he said grinning, holding his palm up for a high five (Mayday ended up missing his palm almost entirely, but when you have limited fine motor skills, it's the effort that counts).
"Good job, May!" you beamed, pinching her cheeks. "Alright, lets get you cleaned up for your bath, yeah? We gotta let Hobie eat," you tell her, picking her up from her high chair.
"Finally," he said with an exaggerated sigh.
"So unbelievably dramatic!" you called over your shoulder as you carried Mayday to the bathroom.
Bath time, thankfully, went relatively smoothly (well, minus the part where May tried to play the "water drums", which got an ungodly amount of water onto the floor and subsequently, onto you. You're 99% sure Hobie taught her to do that at some point and made another mental note to lecture him about it later). After you dried her up and got some lotion and baby powder on her, you changed her diaper before getting her into her pajamas. By this point, she was pretty exhausted, and you could see her little eyes fighting to stay open as you laid her down in her crib.
"You were awesome today, May. Get some shut-eye for me, okay?" you said softly, kissing the top of her head. She was already asleep before you even finished your sentence, and you smiled at her one last time before you turned off the lights and quietly shut the door.
Hobie's head turned away from the TV at the sound of your footsteps padding on the floor, and he looked like he was trying to hold in a laugh.
"You look like you've gone swimming," he remarked in an amused tone, looking you up and down.
"You try giving a hyperactive eleven month-old a bath," you reply, sighing as you plopped down next to him on the sofa. You looked down at the splashed cuffs of your jeans before shrugging. "It'll dry, right?"
"For sure," Hobie nodded. "But aren't most eleven month-olds hyperactive?"
"Yeah, but most eleven month-olds aren't Mayday," you say, chuckling as you leaned your head onto his shoulder.
"True that," he laughed, draping his arm across your shoulder.
You two sat in a few minutes of comfortable silence, watching as a random 90s romcom played on screen at a low volume before you spoke again.
"Hey, Hob?" you ask.
"Hm?" he responded, still half-focused on the movie.
"I'm gonna ask you something, and I want you to be honest," you say. You adjust your position so that you're lying on your back across Hobie's lap, hands folded on your chest. He tears his eyes away from the screen and gives you his full attention.
"What is it, love?" he asked, brows furrowing slightly as he looked down at you.
"Did you teach Mayday to play the drums with water?" you ask, fighting back a smile.
"No...," he said mischievously, raising his eyebrows at you.
"Hobie!" you exclaimed quietly, trying not to wake up Mayday as you slapped his thigh.
"Nah, I really didn't. Swear down," he said truthfully, laughing softly as he put his hands up in protest. "Really, you oughta be lookin' at Gwendy for that. She let the kid have a go at her drums once—it was adorable. I mean, also terrible, because she kept missing the actual drums, but still adorable."
"Oh my God, that is too cute. I would've paid money to see that," you replied, fighting back a yawn.
"Yeah? I think Pav and Miles got it on video. I'll have em' send it to you," he chuckled, tracing random shapes on your cheekbones with his thumb. "You tired?"
"Yeah, but...," (this time, you let out your yawn) "...don't let me fall asleep here. I still have to pick up May's toys and put them away. Don't want Peter and MJ coming back to a mess," you sighed.
"Already did that, love," he said. You let your head loll to the side as you looked at the corner of the living room—sure enough, the toys were all neatly put away in the toy chest, and Mayday's playmat was rolled up and tucked away.
"You're an actual lifesaver," you say. You're about to let your eyes relax before you remember another thing, shooting them open again.
"Shit. I gotta do the dishes," you say. You're about to sit up before Hobie plants a hand on your torso, gently pushing you back down.
"Took care of that, too. And recycled the box. And the jar," he tells you, grinning down at you. "I'm a world-class babysitter, c'mon now."
"And a world-class boyfriend," you say, smiling as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. He grabbed both sides of your face and started attacking your face with kisses as best he could at the awkward angle, causing you to let out a giggle.
"Hobie! You're gonna break your neck," you protest against his lips.
"Mm, small price to pay for getting to kiss you," he said, smiling.
"Nuh-uh, because then you'll have to get surgery, and you'll have to go through physical therapy, where they give you a bunch of instructions on what to do to get better, and we all know you hate being told what to do–"
"Alright, alright, point made," he laughed, giving you one last kiss before sitting up straight.
"God, I had no idea that taking care of a baby for a few hours would make me this tired," you sigh, rubbing at your eyes. "How on Earth do Peter and MJ manage to do it every single day?"
"Yeah... s'kinda mad when you really think about it," Hobie said pensively. "I mean, it's non-stop from the moment they're born 'til they move out. Guess you gotta take it day by day, yeah?"
You made a small sound of understanding, pondering what he said.
"How do you feel about... y'know, having kids? Like one day?" you ask quietly, craning your neck to up at him.
“Why? Are you…?” he trailed off, looking at your abdomen with raised eyebrows.
“Nonono, I’m not,” you reassured him, giggling. “I was just wondering.”
"Well, of course," he replied, sinking into the couch a bit more. "I love kids. I'd wanna adopt a whole bunch of 'em. Don't know if I'd be any good at the whole parenting thing, but..." he trailed off, chuckling to himself.
"You would be. I can see the way you are with Mayday; you're practically a natural," you said decidedly. "Me on the other hand... I dunno."
"You don't know?" Hobie said, snorting out a laugh. You turned your head to look at him, frowning.
"Don't laugh at me!" you protested, swatting at his shoulder.
"M'not laughing at you, swear," he said. "It's just funny you're saying that because you were a natural with May. You'd be an amazing mum."
"Really?" you ask, craning to look up at him.
"Really," Hobie confirmed, planting a quick kiss on the tip of your nose. You started to giggle, but the sound was quickly drowned out by a loud clap of thunder in the distance. You sat upright, startled by the noise as you peered behind the couch at the windows, and you were met by the sight of a sudden downpour.
"Oh God... I really hope that didn't wake up—"
Right on cue, you and Hobie heard the static noise of Mayday wailing through the baby monitor. You sighed as Hobie gently untangled himself from you, patting your thigh twice.
"I'll go get her," he reassured you, leaving the living room and disappearing into the nursery. You flopped back down on the couch again, groaning when another clap of thunder struck a few seconds later. You heard the sound of Hobie's socks shuffling on the ground, causing you to sit up and turn your head. You were greeted by the sight of a sleepy and disgruntled Mayday, who was clinging to the collar of Hobie's worn t-shirt. Her hair was frazzled, and her poor eyes were red from all the crying.
"Aw, it's alright, honey," you said soothingly. You outstretched your arms to Hobie, and he handed her to you to hold her. She curled up in a ball against your chest, watery blue eyes looking up at you as a few more lone sniffles came out.
"It's just a bit of thunder, love. You're alright as long as we're here, yeah?" Hobie chimed in. He sat next to you now, smoothing down the red hair on the baby's head in an attempt to calm her.
"You wanna stay here with us until the storm's over?" you asked gently. May let out a soft coo in response, so you took that as a yes. You grabbed the throw blanket that was sitting next to you on the couch and draped it across all three of you, and you let your head drop onto Hobie's shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you and Mayday to tuck you both in. It wasn't long before the three of you fell into a peaceful sleep.
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The door opened an hour later with the soft click of the door unlocking.
“Well, that was the most fun I’ve had in a while, honey,” Peter said, kissing the top of MJ’s forehead.
“Until it started pouring,” she replied, laughing. “What d’you think the kids are up to?”
Mary-Jane’s question was answered as soon as they rounded the corner. They were greeted by the sight of the three of you tangled up with the fluffy throw blanket hanging halfway off the couch. Hobie’s head rested on top of yours, his arms wrapped snugly around your waist. Your arms were around Mayday, who was sound asleep—a string of drool was dangling from her mouth, which was precariously close to landing on your jeans.
“Well, would you look at that,” Peter whispered, chuckling. He dug around in his pocket and grabbed his phone to snap a pic of the sweet scene in front of them.
“We’re definitely framing this.”
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engie-ivy · 4 months
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@wolfstarmicrofic 3rd: Mistletoe
582 words
If You Kissed Me Now, I Know You'd Fool Me Again
Last Christmas - Wham
It was bound to happen at some point.
And Remus thought he could handle it by now. Time had done its thing, and he had moved on.
“Oeh, Remus and Sirius are under the mistletoe!” Hestia exclaims, pointing to somewhere above the boys’ heads. She's been dating Peter for a little over six months now, so still new to their group. There are certain things from their past that she doesn't know.
Mary, who's hosting the party and is responsible for hanging the mistletoe, looks panicked. “There's no need, no need!” She yelps. “We can just ignore it! You don't need to do anything, we'll just pretend nothing happened.”
Hestia blinks. “But you guys said that everyone who ends up under the mistletoe together has to kiss!”
“Not when it's Remus and Sirius,” Gideon hisses.
“They… have a bit of a history,” Fabian adds.
“Oh,” Hestia says. “I'm sorry.”
“It's okay.” Peter wraps an arm around her. “You didn't know.”
“In any case,” Lily says. “If we all agree, we can make it so that it doesn't apply to Remus and Sirius.”
“Oh, come on,” Marlene scoffs. “Like it's a bloody crime to not kiss under a mistletoe! If you don't want to bloody kiss, then don't bloody kiss! It's not a bloody law.”
“It's not a law,” James agrees. “But it is a rule. A Christmas Rule. But-” He raises his finger before the others can protest. “Rules have exceptions. So we can all decide together that Sirius and Remus are an exception to this rule.”
The others nod in agreement.
Remus exchanges a look with Sirius, who gives him a small ‘can you believe this?’-smile, before he turns back to the others.
“Please you guys,” Remus says, rolling his eyes in exasperation. “We broke up five years ago. I'm sure that by now we can handle an innocent kiss under the mistletoe between friends without it completely messing with our heads.”
“Yes,” Sirius agrees. “It's been so long ago, and we've moved on. It's no big deal.”
Remus turns to Sirius, and gives him a ‘let's get this over with’-look. Sirius shrugs, so Remus steps forward and places a hand at the back of Sirius’ neck, softly pulling him in. Sirius responds by placing a hand on Remus’ waist as he steps closer.
That should've been their first warning, really. How natural it still goes, how automatically they come together.
Sirius’ lips are soft, warm, and still so familiar. A warm feeling coils in Remus’ stomach and spreads through his entire body. A feeling of belonging, of coming home, of ‘Oh, hey, there you are. Where have you been all this time?’
Sirius wraps his arms around him, and, hardly being aware of it, Remus melts against him, like his body somehow knows these are the arms he belongs in. It's like a knot in his chest that he didn't even know was there loosens, and he can finally completely relax as everything is finally right.
Remus’ fingers grip Sirius’ hair a bit tighter, and when had they even moved to his hair? He feels Sirius lightly suck on his bottom lip and a spike of arousal shoots through him as he involuntarily gasps against Sirius’ lips. It's a delicious, addictive, impossible combination between calmness and comfort, and excitement and exhilaration.
They suddenly break apart and pull away from each other in shock. Faces flushed and lips slightly parted, they stare at each other with wide eyes.
“Well, shite.”
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misskingshit · 4 months
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𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 summary: You knew he was a problem, so maybe this is all your fault. note: They say that you always return to the place where you were happy, and remembering my moments being obsessed with this madman, it's true, I'm back. xoxo
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Once upon a time, a few mistakes ago I was in your sights, you got me alone You found me, you found me, you found me
"Sarah, you said it was going to be a private meeting," you reproached your friend, who, with a sigh, took you by the hand, forcibly leading you when she saw that you had stopped walking, "I told you I'm not in the mood for a party". "It's not a party, It's just that...my brother has a lot of friends…" she looks at you "and they love to drink" you looked at her seriously "okey, yeah, maybe it's a party" she looks at you pleadingly "but I promise I won't leave you alone and we'll have a great time, you can't spend a whole weekend at your house for a guy."
"I don't see anything wrong with having a broken heart, okay? He stood me up!" You almost screamed. Turning your back to the front door. "What a stupid asshole, who in their right mind would leave such a pretty girl alone" a manly voice spoke from behind you, you looked at Sarah in shock, you didn't need everyone to know about this tremendous humiliation. You slowly turned and raised your head a little, meeting the one and only Rafe Cameron. "I don't need any more teasing, thank you," you said seriously. "Oh no, that wasn't a joke, it was literal" he sounded serious, even his face was serious "he must have realized that he wasn't up to you" Your face was surprised. "And how do you know that he wasn't on my level?" At this point, Sarah broke her promise, she was no longer after you. "I just know," he thought a little about her response, getting a little closer to your face, as if he were going to tell you a secret, "but I know someone who is."
'Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in So shame on me now Flew me to places I'd never been 'Til you put me down, oh
Rafe had this thing, fixing his potholes with material things. And it worked, you always thought it was the way he was used to receiving an apology. Talking things out and expressing his feelings was never an option for him, so now it's not an option for you either. However, he was fine, the way he had with you, you don't know how he did it, but he always managed to somehow make everything… fine, when in reality nothing was. "And I understand that you're busy, Rafe, I really am" he followed your steps "but I would simply like you to dedicate a few moments of your day to me, an hour at least" you opened the door of your car. He analyzes your face, his eyes run over every part of your face, it seems like he's really reading your head, but no… he has no idea. "What do you think of my house in the Bahamas, you and me, alone, for a month?" He brings you closer to him, grabbing your waist. "You will have my attention twenty-four hours a day, love." You wanted to avoid him, but he seemed to be trying, so a small smile escaped your lips. “Well, that sounds exciting.” You didn't even listen well where, you just wanted his time, to be with him. "Oh and it will be" he steals a kiss from you "I'll make sure of that"
No apologies, he'll never see you cry Pretends he doesn't know that he's the reason why You're drowning
Everything went very fast, maybe you should have slowed down a little. But you really thought it was love. "I don't understand what got into you," he said, annoyed. "I just thought that after the trip you would change a little, you would give me more attention! You ignore me in front of everyone, are you really asking me what got into me?" Your annoyed face was evident. One of the many discussions they have been having. The screen was beginning to transform into a blank noise, everything that at first seemed perfect was collapsing… and you didn't know how to handle it. "I wasn't ignoring you, for God's sake, are you listening to yourself? Stop being so selfish!" You didn't answer, it didn't make sense anymore.
'Cause I knew you were trouble
"Rafe, please, no" you stood in front of him, preventing him from getting any closer to JJ. Your friendship with the pogues was no secret, in fact you knew them before Sarah, Rafe had simply never given that topic so much importance. That definitely changed when he saw you laughing too much, according to him, with your best friend. Maybank. The human being most hated by Cameron. Rafe was definitely not going to stay silent. "What are you defending him from?" He tries to walk past you but you block him again "I'm just going to show him how hurt he's going to end up if he keeps getting close to my girlfriend" Rafe's gaze didn't move from JJ, hatred running through the air. "He's my best friend…" you couldn't finish speaking. "Maybe I should show you how hurt you are going to end up if you keep treating her like trash," the blonde is heard speaking. "JJ, you're not helping…" and it hurt again, you couldn't finish speaking, the hand that was previously touching a hard chest remained suspended in the air. Rafe was going to kill JJ. "God no Rafe!" You couldn't separate them, long story short, everything was followed by more fights with your boyfriend and a full day of nursing with your best friend.
And the saddest fear comes creeping in That you never loved me
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kleem-o · 7 months
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Brahms!Dabi x reader
The boy (2016) au
syn: The Todoroki family hired you to take care of their son dabi.. a doll? Something is off with this family and you're about to find out. Unfortunately for you the little doll became attached to you.
a/n: i keep seeing edits of him in tiktok and i just HAD to 😩
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"Okay, you're all set." You looked around the house as the Todoroki family was getting ready to leave. You have been hired by the mother, Rei, to look after one of their son who was going to be left behind. She explained to you all that you needed to do, the food you need to feed him, the time to give him baths, and his naptime and bedtime. Considering all these, you were expecting to take care of a baby or a toddler. You could see from the corner of your eye the three other children that Rei had, one was already working while the two were still studying. You swore you saw something in their eyes.. was it concern? Huh, must be nothing.
"Honey, are we all good to go?" Rei yelled to the front of the house where her husband, Enji had been staying. "Yes dear, you guys ready?" Enji said as he entered the house. Rei reminded you again of all the things she discussed earlier. She also told you that you had to read his bedtime stories out loud, and play loud music for him. Enji looked a bit on edge as Rei kept telling you all these things and how you're both gonna have such a good time, you'll like Dabi because he's a nice kid, and to not be scared. You didn't really get that last part, but it must be about the house since they live in this big mansion. You and the couple entered what seems to be their fourth living room, "Here he is, Dabi be a good boy okay."
Is this some sort of joke?
A doll. That's all there was. You thought the couple was joking, but you saw the utter desperation in Enji's eyes and the joy in Rei's. "Umm.. I'm sorry but what? This.. doll??" Rei looked at you as if you asked the most insane question. "What are you talking about sweetie? This is my son, now remember all that I told you, okay? We'll be coming back next week. Bye bye Dabi." Rei kissed the top of the doll's head, and at that moment you wanted to walk out of that damn house. These people were crazy.
You could see what you think is the youngest of the three children outside the room, glaring at the doll, before he was pulled away by his father. You really wanted to leave, but the money they were offering for this job was too much to say no to. Being with this little creepy doll for a week isn't too much for $10,000 right?
Rei carried the doll and gave it to you, wanting you to carry it like a baby, and so you did. You watched as the family left on their car, and now you were left all alone with the creepy doll. The doll had white hair with deep blue eyes, and fair skin. It was wearing a cute button up shirt with shorts. You thought about how to spend your day, about how you'll spend the day living as if you own the mansion.
The first two days were amazing. You had access to most of the rooms, there was one with a literal arcade, one with a cinema, and even an indoor garden so big it was almost like a park. This family has it good, you thought. Now during the first two days you did follow what Rei said, you "fed" him, bathe him, and put him to bed at the right time. Now it was weird since you couldn't really feed the doll, so you would just pretend to feed it, then eat it instead.
But then by the third day it happened. You left the little doll in the living room. You were sure of it. So why was he here inside your room?
You must've brought him here by accident, haha silly you. But then it kept happening throughout the day, you would see him in places you were sure you didn't leave him at, I mean why would you even bring it to the shower with you??
By the fourth day when you woke up with it literally next to you, that's when you knew you weren't tripping anymore. You had to do something. So you called your bestfriend Deku, and told him all about your situation. He in turn, went to visit you and that's when he told you all that he knew.
He investigated everything about the family the moment you called him. He found out that the oldest son they had, died in an accident, something involving fire. This made you feel guilty for judging the family, they were probably trying to cope with their grief and here you are thinking about how creepy they were (i mean just a little bit right).
"You have to get out of here Y/N" Deku grabbed your hand quickly causing you to flinch. "Ow! Deku what the fuck?? I can't just leave! This is my job!"
"Job- Y/N have you gone crazy?? There's a demon ghost thing possessing that doll and you want to stay?? This is literally how people die in horror movies!"
"Yeah but this isn't a horror movie dumbass! It isn't even scary its just... sad. Look, the family is probably so heartbroken to the point they had to do this, don't you feel any sympathy for them?"
Deku looked at you as if you grew two heads. "This house is probably doing things to your brain Y/N, you've finally gone insane." It took a lot of convincing from you before Deku finally went back home, but not before making you promise that the moment something even slightly dangerous happens, you'll leave the house immediately.
Things were going well, you were treating the little doll as if it was alive, and you didn't mind the way that it would change positions anymore. In fact, it made you feel less lonely in this big ass house. But deep inside you knew, you were probably going insane. On the last day of your stay at the mansion, you packed your bags and got ready to leave the moment the family came back from the vacation, but then you got a phone call from Rei.
She sounded surprised when you picked up, and asked you how you were doing. After telling her that you and Dabi were doing great, she suddenly told you how the vacation was extended, and not to worry because they will increase your pay. It was a win win situation, so sure why not.
That night after putting Dabi to bed, you were about to go to the kitchen to get some food, when you suddenly heard some footsteps. Okay, you're not that crazy, so you quickly hid under a table and waited. That's when you saw two people dressed in all black with masks, robbers? "Take everything, got it? Fuck, these rich assholes got a lot of shit here."
Fuck. You had to get out of here. You waited till you can't hear them anymore, and rushed quietly out the house through the door leading to the garden. You opened the door only to find someone standing in front of it. "Hey! Here's the little babysitter!" He grabbed you by the hair and pulled you back into the house.
They tied you and duct taped your mouth. By this time you were full on sobbing, wondering how it got to this, wondering if this mansion's security was really this shitty, and dreading what they were going to do to you. You saw the two men carry bags that seemed heavy, probably jewels, designer bags, and some appliances around the house. "Can't leave any witness huh, this will teach those fuckers not to mess with us.." You cried out loud as one of them pulled out a knife, shaking your head and trying to get away. They only laughed at your attempt, when the man lifted his arm to stab you in the chest.
But it never came.
Instead, you saw another man with a white mask, his hair dark and messy, wearing a dirty white tank top with grey sweatpants. What the fuck. It felt like a whole movie was playing in front of you, the way he dealt with the three men with ease, easily beating them unconscious. When he turned to you, your heart almost stopped. He slowly walked toward you, grabbing the knife of the man from before. You were shaking as you closed your eyes bracing for impact. But then you felt the rope tied around you. You slowly opened your eyes and you saw the man carefully working around the ropes. Once you were untied you quickly bolted up and ran to the door, expecting the man to chase you. But he just looked at you.
Standing, waiting, patient. A good boy. Dabi?
You removed the tape from your mouth. "..Dabi...?" He perked up at the sound and slowly made his way to you. He bowed his head to level at your height, almost as if he wanted you to pet him. And so you did. His hair was dry in some places and oily in others, gross. Your shocked little brain literally had no energy left and so you just fell to your knees, but Dabi was there to catch you. He carried you to your room and laid you down there. You had so many questions, is he really Dabi? What the hell is happening who were those people? Does the family know about this man?
To your surprise and horror, Dabi settled beside you, laying down on the bed while looking at you. You both stared at each other at what seemed like infinity, when he finally spoke up. In a deep gruff voice, he said
"Kiss."
Your eyes widened and you were too scared to decline, and so you slowly got near him and kissed his forehead, or the mask's forehead. Just as you were about to pull away, his hand held your head, drawing you closer again, but this time to his lips. You kissed the mask and you felt him getting into the kiss, with him breathing harder and lowly moaning. Just before you thought things were going to get heated, he suddenly pulled you to his chest. "Sleep." Your heart was racing too fast, and you felt something poking on your thigh, but you refused to acknowledge that.
Just like the way you refused to acknowledge that the racing of your heart might just not be because of fear.
a/n: that all hehe i might make a part 2 or sum idk i have some plot ready ig, also feel free to ask abt this im really into this i also have a mask kink oop
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oval3000 · 5 months
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Oneshot!
Yandere Simon Riley x reader (Soap's younger sister)
(Pretend that you guys are adopted or something idk. Also the Canon story with Makarov will be different - he's dead)
Warning: Toxic behavior, light (Forced) Smut, Assault, Curse, very toxic. Yandere, Violence. Slight yandere platonic Soap.
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When Johnny's parents told him that he's going to have a baby sister at the age of 13, he was shocked and didn't expect it. At first, he wasn't really thrilled since the age gap was really big. His father will tell him that he'll have to protect you and love you like an older brother should do.
When they brought you home, he immediately realized the things his father had said. The feeling of not caring for you changed. He loves you. He would drop you off and pick you from school whenever he had the chance. He would take care off you when his parents go out on their date.
He would help you with your homework, even if he didn't understand it well. He would show up to all of your school events. He would give you pep talks whenever you needed it.
He got full custody of you, when his parents passed away.
When he joined the military, you were worried about him, but he assured you that everything was going to be okay. You would send him letters and he would reply, which caught Simon's attention.
He was able to get a safe house, after his encounter with Makarov to keep you safe. The only one that knows about it is Price, Gaz, and...Simon.
When they were stranded and needed to get shelter, Soap brought them to you. You met them...you met Simon. Simon couldn't help but to stare at you. You could feel his eyes on you and it didn't feel good. It felt like you were about to get eaten alive.
You never really had good luck with boys since Johnny would scare them away. So the feeling of a men staring you, made you feel a little uncomfortable.
Afterwards, Johnny told you that everything was going to be fine since they took down Makarov, you were happy that Johnny was no longer in danger.
He was happy that he can come home to you. He wouldn't know what to do if something bad happened to you.
So you can imagine his rage when he comes home and you're gone.
He didn't waste anytime to call Price and everyone, telling them that you are gone. They went to check the house and saw broken vases and picture frames on the floor. It wasn't rocket science to know that you have been kidnapped.
Johnny expressed his anger and concern to Simon, who he reassured Johnny that everything is going to be okay. They all tried to track you down. Visiting possible locations where you could be only to storm inside empty, abandoned, places.
Johnny couldn't sleep or think of anything else except to get you back. Each night when he tried to get some rest, all he can think is the moment his father told him to take care of you and failed.
The team told him to take it easy or else he would hit the breaking point of his own health. Price ordered him to take time off while they worked on finding you.
Simon would come and visit Johnny to check how he's doing. "What if she's gone forever, Simon? What would I do with myself if I never get to see her again?"
Simon looked at him with pity, "don't worry, Johnny. We'll find her."
After checking on Johnny and helping the team on finding you, he would go home to his safehouse. He would place his bag on the couch and take off his mask and jacket.
He would walk to kitchen and open the door, turning on the lights. He would walk down on the creaky, woodfloor, staircase. He would stand there, Infront of the twin bed centered on the back wall of the basement.
He would stare at you.
Chained up that is hooked to the bed headboard. You sat up seeing him there. The man that took you from your home and locked you down in his basement. "Please don't hurt me."
"Love, I'll do whatever the fuck I want with you." He took off his shirt, showing his toned muscles. He climbed on the bed, having you to back away as much as the bed headboard allows you to. "Be a good girl and spread those beautiful legs of yours."
He gripped on your waist, thrusting his hip into you. You felt his cock drilling you so hard and deep you held on to the chain links that is connected to the metal cuffs on your wrist.
You hated it. He loved it. He loved the way you squirm under his tough body structure." Ah..Yes! Be a good girl for me, love!" His grunts and moans will take over your ears aswell as the sound the bed creaking and the sound of wet skin slapping eachother.
He would flip you over, pushing his your head down into the mattress and lift your ass in the air, thrusting even harder. "You're fucking mine." He pulled your hair back, forcing you to arch your back. "All mine."
He would cum deep into your womb. He would get up and leave you there, naked. You would bury your head into the bedsheets and sob quietly. He hated to hear you cry. He really hated it. "Shut up! I'm doing this because you don't listen to me!" He clasp your cheeks with his hand. "You're gonna learn, yeah," he pulled down his pants and shoved his cock in your mouth.
You were forced to swallow his cum.
You have no idea how long you've been in his basement. You don't know if Johnny is out there looking for you. When you tell Simon about it, he would take off his belt and fuck you till you pass out.
At first, you were his sex toy. He'll come home to you and drill you in till you could see the stars and leave you naked alone in the dark.
However, lately, he would lay in bed with you. He would caress your body as you lays on his bare chest.
He would unhook the metal cuffs from your wrist and carry you, bridal style, upstairs to bathe you. He would come home with flowers and teddy bears for you. On your birthday, he would bring a piece of cake with a lit candle on it.
You couldn't tell if you have lost your mind or just accepted your fate, but you wanted him. You want Simon. You want his attention, his love, his affection to you.
When he comes home to fuck you, you felt pleasure than pain. "Mhm...yes! Ah!ah! Harder Sir!"
"Love it when you call me that, love." He huffed, burying his head on the side of your neck, moving his hips back and forth. The sound of the bed creaking so uncontrollable. "You're so...ah!...s-so fucking beautiful."
Although, his demeanor never changed. "How many times do I have to tell you!? You're not leaving this room!"
"I want out of these chains, Simon!" You plead to him, holding out your chained wrist.
He lowered his head to you, "No! And if I were you, I would drop it."
That's how it was for who knows how long you've been tied up in his basement.
You weren't the only one loosing their minds. Johnny, running around trying to found you.
However, his focus came to Simon. How? Because he visited you.
Johnny went to visit Simon, to talk to him, about you. He thought he had some lead on to where you are. When Simon was looking as to where he thought you might be, Johnny wanted to get a drink.
Johnny is no stranger to Simon. He knows where Simon keeps the drinks. So when Johnny touched the basement door, it snapped Simon.
Johnny brushed it off. But not having you in his arms, he would honestly put the blame on a mail man that he met once. So it wasn't out of character for him to honestly question his own teammates. Afterall, they all knew where you were. They knew where the safehouse was. So how bizzare would it be to accuse his friend of possibly taking you.
He would spend weeks, just studying on his mates and all the possible scenarios lead up to Simon. It wasn't really that out of place, Simon became a bit sloppy. His energy of founding in the beginning, shifted. When Johnny would want to go to his house and go to the basement to get some drinks, Simon wouldn't allow him.
So when Simon opened his door and saw Johnny there, he felt the nerves rising. "Hey, Lt. Sorry to just drop by like this. I just wanted to take break and being in the house without her makes it hell."
"No problem, Johnny." He moved outside to let him in. He felt his throat to dry up a bit. Johnny has been visiting him a lot these past few weeks and it was unusual.
They both began to talk and drink. Simon excused himself to use the restroom. Johnny didn't waste time to go to that basement. He opened the door and slowly walked down to not create loud creaking. He reached the bottom floor and saw the bed and you on top.
You were laying down on your side. When you heard the sounds of steps, you thought it was, "Simon?" You peaked up and saw your brother standing there.
It's been so long that you've seen him, so him being there made you cry out. "Johnny!?"
He stood there frozen. He wished there was nothing here. He wished he wrong. He wished that it wasn't Simon. He wished that it wasn't someone he had trusted. "(Y/n)?"
You are so happy to see you. So happy that you couldn't see Simon creeping up on Johnny. "Simon! Please don't!" Simon knocked Johnny out cold.
You plead and plead Simon to let Johnny go. He tied him up. When Johnny woke up, he felt his arms on his back. He went on his knees and saw Simon standing near you. "You..you fucking bastard. I trusted you. You're supposed to be my friend."
"I only did what was the best for us." Simon went to Johnny. Crouched down infront of him. "You left me with no choice. You're overprotective of her, I knew this was the only option."
"The only option! You bastard! She's my sister and you took her away from me. I would never have someone like you to end up with her." His anger with his harsh down tone words made Simon take a deep breath.
"I know. So you kinda left me with no other choice." He pulled out a gun and pointed it to his head.
"NO! PLEASE! Please! Don't do this, Simon!" You cried for him to stop. "Please! I'll do anything you want! Just please don't kill him! Please.
"Sweetheart, you don't make the choice here." He held the gun tight, almost hesitant to pull the trigger.
"I love you, Simon! I love you. I'll be with you! Please don't kill him! We'll both forget about this, right Johnny!?" Johnny looked at you from the side and gave a small nod. "Let him live and I'll be with you. I'll do whatever you want me to do. I'll listen to you,I swear!"
"If I lower my gun, will you attack me?" Simon said to Johnny. You gave Johnny head shooks to tell him not to do something stupid. Johnny wanted to kill him, he does. But he knows the outcome if this. If he does die, then you'll be with Simon. If he does attack Simon, then he'll have to kill his friend.
How he wished he was wrong about this.
"I won't attack you. If you let me go, I won't tell anyone about this. As long as I get to see her still, I promise I won't interfere with anything else. Just let her go off those chains." His voice toned down a bit in a more calming manner.
Simon lowered his gun and turned his head towards you. "You love me?"
Your eyes widen with fear as to what Simon is going to do. "Yes. Yes, I love you!"
He ran to you, cupping your face with his hands, "You love me, sweetheart? I love you too. We'll get married and gave kids together yeah."
"Yes. But don't hurt Johnny. Ou-our kids will want their uncle." You smiled at him trying to hide your fear.
"I won't. I love you so much."
The words stick through. Johnny told Price that you were found and that some punks kidnapped for you 'their fun' it took a couple of months for people to find out about you and Simon.
The wedding was beautiful to him. The honeymoon was magical to him. And the announcement of your pregnancy was amazing to him
Johnny watched you, his little sister. Being trapped in a marriage with Simon.
As for you, you couldn't quite think of anything. It was all Simon. He knows what's best for you.
So you should trust him and love him.
Right?
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jackhues · 4 months
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you can miss it - mockingbird! au (platonic! hughes)
requested by: @rowdyhughesy
summary: in which y/n wonders what life could've been like if her parents were better
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"how about your aunt from colarado?" you asked, going down the list of random hughes members you'd heard of.
"which aunt?" jack responded.
"the one that gifted ellen that green vase," you reminded him. "are we inviting her to the wedding?"
jack thought about it, "i mean, we can invite her. i don't think she'll come honestly. she's like my mom's something cousin, i can't remember."
"we'll at least invite her," you decided, jotting that down on the second list.
you and jack were sitting on the couch in the lake house, trying to get together the final guest list for your wedding. there were still a few months left, and most invites had even gone out. but with so few people coming from your side, there was still space for more of jack's relatives.
"do we have to invite her?" luke asked, sitting on the floor in front of the couch. "she's always complaining and telling me to cut my hair."
"it's her or aunt griselda," quinn told him, leafing through the invites. "take your pic."
luke made a face, "neither is better, but i'll take the green vase lady."
you and jack shivered, remembering 'aunt griselda'. she was just some random neighbour or something who called herself the boys 'aunt', and often pinched their ears. she was not fun.
"wait, do you guys even know the green vase lady's name?" you asked the boys.
luke looked at jack, who looked at quinn, who tilted his head in thought.
"honestly, i have no idea," he realized. "we've always just called her aunt, or that one from colorado."
"well, i guess we're not inviting her," jack took the list from your hands and crossed out 'colorado aunt'.
you sighed, wondering what it would be like to have so many relatives that you didn't even know their names.
after cutting contact with your dad, your mom decided she didn't want to talk to you either. you had a feeling your mom was left no choice by your dad, but sometimes you wished she'd pick you over him.
if you had a better relationship with either of them, then you'd have someone to walk you down the aisle.
you loved jack and his family, truly. they were everything you didn't have growing up. but sometimes, you just wished you could've had that feeling of love your whole life.
you wished that your dad cared about you, that your mom tried harder for you, that they both loved you and showed it.
you dreamed of them being present on this big day, with smiles on their faces and tears in their eyes. you dreamed of your dad warning your husband not to hurt you, but then hugging you both and saying he wouldn't trust anyone else with his daughter.
you dreamed to have an uncle who was going to drink more than he should and then flirt with his wife, you dreamed to have cousins who'd be dancing even after the music was off, you dreamed to have little kids who'd hide in your dress and ask you not to leave with your husband.
they were such small things, but it seemed to hit you that you weren't going to have these moments.
all because your parents failed you growing up.
jack nudged you softly, "what's on your mind?"
you looked up, snapping out of it. "nothing."
it wasn't anything. you'd chosen to give up contact, and they'd chosen to pretend you don't exist anymore. you'd accepted that, and you were okay with them not being in your life.
"y/n, you've been a part of this family for years now, and you're going to legally become a part of this one in only a few months," quinn looked up. "even if it's stupid, you can tell us what's on your mind. i assure you, jack and luke have stupider things on their mind at any given moment."
you smiled as luke threw a pillow at quinn, ducking quickly to avoid retaliation.
"i was just being emotional," you shrugged. "like, growing up, i always thought my mom and dad would be here, on my wedding day. i didn't expect much from them, but i imagined them being there and being happy for me. i guess i always dreamed of our relationship becoming better by that point. but now... it's not like i want all of the stress again. it wasn't healthy and i don't regret cutting them out. i just, sometimes i wish they were better parents."
your voice grew soft at the end, but you realized how much better you'd gotten at communicating. before meeting the hughes, you'd often bottled everything up. you never spoke your mind, and you were forced to keep your opinions to yourself.
but now, you were proud at how well you'd explained your rambly thought process to the boys. you wished you'd had the love of parents growing up, but you didn't want them back in your life right now.
quinn smiled a little, tapping your hand in comfort.
"just because they weren't good to you, doesn't mean you're not allowed to wish they had been," he said.
"you're allowed to miss them," jack assured you. "you can miss them, and not want them in your life because of everything they did. there's nothing wrong with that."
"we're always going to support you, y/n/n," luke promised. "whatever you want, whatever you feel. we're here."
you smiled, wiping the corners of your eyes. "you're all so sweet and mushy, you're making me cry. oh god, i'm going to end up ruining my makeup on my wedding day because of you three."
"there's still months until that," luke waved it off. "we'll be sure to be even more sweet and mushy and get all the tears out before the wedding day."
"god, i love you three idiots."
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Night One
Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!reader
WC: 8.7k (SORRY)
Summary: A department-wide team-building camping trip already sounded like a terrible way to spend your weekend. After being paired up with "perfect" Marcus Pike, alone in a small campsite for two days, you're certain he will only make it worse.
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI one-sided enemies to lovers, coworkers to lovers, only one tent (kinda), alternating POV, we are kind of mean to Marcus but it's okay it's fine we'll get over it, reference to guns/gunshot wounds (no one gets shot here I promise lol), alcohol consumption, me doing everything in my power to remind people that Marcus Pike plays bass, reference to divorce, mutual masturbation, spitting
A/N: I really had an insane amount of fun here, guys. I've got at least one more part planned for this, because I fell in love with them very quickly and they deserve it. Thank you sm to @ezrasbirdie for reading this over & listening to me babble about them forever & being the best lil cheerleader.
Fair warning, this reader character has a bit of an attitude. She's been labeled as cold, bitchy, and kind of mean by others and she doesn't try to dispute. But she's a little (a lot) broken and I promise I have some explanations we can dive into later. That being said, I do not condone some of her behavior because no one should be mean to Marcus okay bye.
Also, because I am not immune to the stylings of Andrew John Hozier-Byrne~
You’ve done a lot of objectively stupid things for this job.
Whether it’s spending nearly all your days off at the Bureau, or schmoozing superiors who you’d rather be telling off, or requesting to be put in the field, to be put in harm's way and more often than any other agent, in order to protect priceless artwork owned by some of the richest and snobbiest people in the country. You even took a bullet for it a few years back. 
You do stupid things all the time for this job.
Your shoulder aches as you glare at the clear sky, the recollection annoyingly poking the damaged nerves there. The sun is setting but still warm, the cicadas are screaming, your bag is heavy and you haven’t stopped walking for nearly an hour. As much as you’d like to rest, your feet continue to follow the flannel-clad man in front of you. 
For a moment you almost wish he’d turn around to see how irritated you look, how irritated you feel. You roll your eyes at the mustard-colored backpack hanging from his shoulders anyway, and continue your inner diatribe.
This job has taken everything from you, and you’ve let it. At age 29 you moved across the country, leaving your family behind for a new city with nothing but strangers. And since then, actively keeping potential romantic partners at arms length is like second nature.
Work is stressful enough, and the idea of having to deal with someone else at the end of every day on top of it wasn’t something you could bear to consider, even years later.
Still, you think, this subjectively might be the stupidest thing you’ve ever done for your job.
A noise breaks through your thoughts. Snapping your eyes up from where they’d been focused on the toes of your boots, you release a sharp huff of air from your nose and plant your feet. If he hadn’t been rustling the trail map so loudly, you would have walked right into his back. 
“It looks like the trailhead should be around this bend, and then our campsite'll be a quarter mile off it.” Marcus says, twisting at the waist towards you while using the finger he’d just pointed with to wipe a bead of sweat from his upper lip. You grimace at the scrunch in his brow, still directed at the branches of red lines littered on the paper in his hands. 
“You sure?” you ask, raising your eyebrows and pressing your lips into a tight line. “Your face isn’t screaming confidence, Pike.” 
He scoffs, but doesn’t meet your gaze. “Yes, I’m sure. Trust me, Slug, you’ll be able to resume pretending I don't exist soon enough.” 
Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your skull, both at the nickname you hate--given by your fellow agents after having that 9mm dug from your shoulder--and his seemingly playful attitude regarding your own sour one. There’s a hint of a smirk on his lips before he turns his back to you and presses forward. You pretend you don’t see it. 
A department-wide team-building camping trip is the dumbest fucking thing you’ve ever agreed to. You were told it wasn’t mandatory, but were fully aware of how it would look if you didn’t participate. Regardless of your exceptional work performance, opting out of something like this would make it look like you weren’t a team player, would further install your title of ‘office bitch’, and would definitely be dredged up whenever they finally consider you for promotion. You weren’t going to let one uncomfortable weekend get in the way of your advancement.
Although, if you knew at the time that everyone would be paired off for the trip, and that you’d be stuck with ‘Mr. Excellent’ for two days straight–you might have taken the career hit. 
Marcus Pike hasn’t done anything to make you dislike him, per say. He’s a proficient agent, mostly minds his own business, doesn’t press small talk when you find yourself alone with him in an elevator, and his fieldwork rivals your own. On the occasion you’ve worked the same case, his temperament is calm and his suggestions are always intuitive and helpful. He always gets the job done. There’s nothing wrong with him.
And that’s the problem. 
The man seemingly has no faults. You’ve known him for years and haven’t been able to suss out a single undesirable trait–other than him not having any, you suppose. How are you supposed to trust someone who is as outwardly kind, intelligent, talented, and stupidly handsome as Marcus Pike?
You simply don’t. 
Luckily, he was correct about the location of your campsite. Relief momentarily washes over you at the site of the dirt clearing, just large enough for a small picnic table and a couple of tents to be situated a safe distance from the single metal fire ring at its center.
The trees surrounding the site are thick enough to block most of the remaining sunlight, but the welcomed drop in temperature isn’t enough to keep your relief from being replaced with a sense of urgency. You’ll need to assemble the tents before you lose any more daylight, otherwise you’ll be pitching them in the dark. 
Marcus apparently has the same thought process as you–because of course he does–and moves swiftly to the far end of the plot before slipping off his pack and kneeling to remove a bright orange tent. Taking a seat at the table, you do the same. 
********
Every sigh, every scoff, every grumble under your breath since the time you’d set off together this afternoon has done nothing for Marcus’s nerves. He can’t recall another time he’s ever felt so self-conscious. 
He doesn’t know what he’s done wrong. The two of you had never been particularly chummy before–he’d carefully avoided anything akin to more than professional politeness shortly after meeting you. He’d been told you could be a bit cold, a bit rigid, but he told himself you just weren’t the ‘office friend’ type of girl. 
It was a bit disappointing, once he’d met you and experienced the level of competency and intelligence you held. If nothing else, you were a great asset to the team–but Marcus also found you gorgeous. If you had shown any interest in him whatsoever, he’s sure he would have asked you out ages ago.
So he’d been pleased, at first, to see your name next to his on the list provided by an overly friendly park ranger at the gate. Maybe this would be his chance to get to know you, to break through your stoney exterior and give him the opportunity to be friendly. It’s not even that he’s looking for a love connection–he’d be happy to just be friends.
His hopes were trampled by the look of utter contempt on your face as you approached him in the parking lot. 
“Pike.” You’d said, not meeting his eyes and putting extra emphasis on both the “p” and the “k” in his name before sticking your tongue in your cheek and turning your attention to a pebble on the asphalt. 
Marcus had taken a deep breath, smiling politely and nodding even though you weren’t looking at him, before saying, “Slug, hi.”
“Don’t call me that,” was your response, directed sharply at the ground before turning on your heel and beelining in the direction of where your coworkers were congregated at the trailhead. 
You’d given him a handful of words since then, most of them questioning his map-reading skills. And now he can hear you letting out a string of frustrated sighs, each more exasperated than the last, from the other side of the campsite.
Marcus can’t, for the life of him, figure out what he’s done wrong. But, he decided hours ago that he’ll be doing everything he can to make sure you can’t tell how much that bothers him. 
Still, as he lays out his tent’s footprint, he can’t help stealing a glance over to you. The contents of your bag are strewn haphazardly across the picnic table as your hands move nervously over them, mumbled obscenities barely audible from where he is. 
He considers asking if you need help before thinking better of it, opting to let you ask if you need it, and keeps assembling his own tent. His stakes are set and his poles are in place when you finally shout, “fuck!” and he makes his way over to you.
“What’s wrong?” 
“My fucking-” you grit through your teeth, plopping back down on the bench and covering your eyes with a hand, “I don’t have any goddamn tent poles.” 
Marcus raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he steps to the other side of the table and begins ruffling through your supplies. 
“Have you not seen me looking for them for the past twenty minutes? They’re not fucking there, man.” 
Your tone is unpleasant, but he lets it slide off him as much as he can, feigning imperviousness to your hostility. He simply checks his watch and says, “Well, we’ve only been here for ten minutes, and I’m just trying to help.” 
You give no response, but Marcus can feel your eyes burning on the top of his head. When he looks up, he sees your eyes for the first time today. They are fire as you hold his gaze for a solid 5 seconds and though he feels certain you’re about to tear him a new one, he can’t help the way his stomach flips at having your undivided attention.
When you close your eyes and take a deep breath, Marcus swallows hard.
“They aren’t there, Pike,” you finally say, lids opening to reveal all prior heat replaced with something cold and hopeless, “They are in another bag, sitting in my storage unit. I only grabbed this one, which does not contain the poles.”
“Why…would you keep the poles in a separate bag?” he asks, taking care to keep his tone uncondescending. 
Despite the fact that you haven’t given him the same courtesy all day.
“I was in a hurry the last time I took it down, I- it doesn’t matter, okay? I’m just…sleeping out here. It’s fine.” Slapping your hands to your thighs, you rise and grab the tent materials you do have. 
Marcus only watches in silence for a moment, walking slowly back to his belongings as you spread your footprint on the ground. Kneeling, he eyes his own tent and purses his lips. It only needs to be raised, but he turns back to you instead.
“If you’re sleeping out here, then I will too,” he blurts out, the words falling from his lips before he has a chance to consider them. Your head whips around, the puzzlement painted on your features almost funny.
“That’s stupid," you say, flat and matter-of-factly. 
“Maybe, but it’s fair. It’s good team building, too.” 
A sardonic laugh erupts from your chest and you roll your eyes for what must be the 300th time today. Despite the sarcasm behind yours, Marcus chuckles too.
“No, just- pitch your goddamn tent, Pike.” 
Marcus’s eyes flick around the campsite and he cocks his head. “Alright, I will. But I’m not sleeping in it. You can, and I’ll stay out here.” 
“Fucking Christ,” you mumble, shaking your head and pinching the bridge of your nose, “I’m not. It’s yours. I'm the idiot who brought half a tent.”
He only shrugs, pulling the corners of his mouth downward in a “whatever you say” gesture. 
“Okay, so neither of us will use it. But it’ll be here, for whoever wants to sleep in it.”
********
He’s joking. He has to be. 
Maybe this is his one flaw, you think, he has a terrible sense of humor. 
As much as you’d like to believe that was the case, you don’t. Once his tent was raised, he unrolled his sleeping bag directly onto the ground near the firepit and walked off to collect kindling. 
After laying out your own sleeping bag and putting your things back into your pack, you sit cross-legged in front of the fire pit and use your pocket knife to cut open the bundles of wood provided. You try not to focus on the sound of Marcus moving around in the trees nearby, whistling to himself as you prop the pieces of wood against each other in a pyramid formation and chew the inside of your cheek.
You’ve spent so long believing he can’t be that nice. It’s far more irritating than you’d like to admit that you might have been wrong.
You both resume your strict zero eye contact routine in silence when he returns to place the brush and twigs he found beneath the teepee of firewood you built. Scooching backwards to plant your butt on your sleeping bag, you watch as he strikes a match to the kindling, blowing on it lightly until it catches. You swallow hard at the sight of his already plush lips pursed out into an “o”, and force yourself to look away. 
Feigning concentration in untying your bootlaces, from the corner of your eye you watch Marcus stand and brush himself off. The flames are already licking the undersides of the logs just right, and he makes a small sound of approval before turning to grab his bag and disappearing in the tent.
It feels amazing to take off your hiking boots. As you aggressively dig a thumb into one of your heels, you take in your surroundings fully for the first time since you arrived. It’s really a perfect spot, far enough from the trail to provide real privacy from other hikers or campers, but not so far that it will be a pain to get back to in the morning before sunrise. The babbling of a stream can be heard close by, and the fleeting sun shoots small portals of orange and yellow through the canopy of trees overhead. 
It’s now that you shiver, just thinking about how nice it would be to change into your sweatpants and sweater and get cozy when Marcus emerges from the tent. There’s now a dark gray knit beanie on his head and a fresh flannel shirt stretching across his shoulders, unbuttoned with a thermal henley underneath. A small paperback pokes out from the pocket of thick, black jogger sweatpants and the wool socks that peek out from his camp slippers are mossy green and look very worn and soft. 
You unsuccessfully hold back a snort.
“What?” he asks, sounding exasperated. You feel bad for a moment, realizing he thinks you’re just laughing at him. 
To be fair, you kind of are.
“Sorry, it just- you look like you hopped out of a L.L. Bean catalog.” 
Hoping you kept your tone light, you force a small smile. Marcus looks at you like you just sprouted horns, but you don’t miss the tinge of red that touches his cheeks. It’s very cute, so you look away.
Glancing down at his outfit, all he says is, “oh,” and you brush off the moment before making your way into his tent to change. There’s a whiff of something musky and pleasant as you unzip the flap and step inside, and it’s a little bit stronger when you zip it shut.
“Did you spray cologne or something in here?” 
A moment passes before he responds. 
“No?”
Your brow furrows, and then you roll your eyes. 
Of course, he just always smells this good. 
Bastard.
All of his things are stacked neatly in one corner of the shelter, and you pick the opposite side to place your own. You don’t rush yourself, peeling your leggings off one leg at a time in that odd sort of dance necessary for changing in a tent before removing your underwear and pulling on your sweatpants. You toss your jacket and top into a pile with your other dirty clothes, and hesitate a moment before ditching your sports bra as well, placing it neatly under the other articles. 
Mr. Excellent’s presence be damned, you are not sleeping with a bra on.
Layering a lined flannel of your own over an old fisherman’s sweater, you pull on your thickest socks and slippers before unzipping the flap. Still sitting, you lean back and stick your head out. 
Marcus is facing the fire, stoking the burning logs with a large stick in his hand. You give a short whistle for his attention, but he only turns an ear towards you.
“Hey, come grab the stuff for dinner.” 
Slow to move, his face is flat as he puts the stick down. You cringe, knowing how bossy you can sound. 
“Please?” you add once he’s stood at the tent’s opening, not in a sweet tone but a sincere one. His brows nearly jump off his forehead as he leans down to take a metal pot with two bowls, two spoons, and two mugs from your hands.
Standing straight, he doesn’t hold back a smile. It’s almost excited. 
“I don’t think I have ever heard you say that word.” 
With a stern look, you hold out a can of soup. His fingers brush yours when he takes it, and you’re blindsided at the heat that blossoms across your chest under his touch. Turning hastily back to your bag, you busy yourself fishing for your water bottle and hide a smile of your own.
“Don’t make me regret it, Pike.”
********
The two of you eat your soup in comfortable silence as the daylight trickles away. The sounds of spoons on metal bowls, the crackling fire, crickets, and the nearby brook are more than enough to stave off any awkwardness, which Marcus is thankful for.
He doesn’t know what the hell is going on. 
You’re still being weird and standoffish–the berth you gave when you walked around him to settle back onto your sleeping bag was ridiculous–so he might be wrong, but he thinks you’re trying. The grumbling and eye rolls have ceased entirely, and he’s pretty sure you gave him a compliment earlier. 
Whether it’s all for his sake or for yours as well, he can’t be sure. 
You’re quicker than him to stand and gather the dishes, still chewing on a piece of chicken when you nod towards the stream to let him know you’re going to rinse them out. Marcus looks back to the fire and nods, but twists around quickly before you’re out of sight.
“Hey,” he says, and you stop.
“Watch out for predators.” 
The laugh you let out is a little teasing, but he doesn’t think it holds the same malice as before.
“Don’t worry, Agent, nothing is having me for dinner tonight.” 
Shuffling the dirty dishes in your arms, you free one hand to pull the flannel away from your body and show him the occupied holster clipped to your elastic waistband. The weight of your firearm pulls your sweatpants down past your hip on one side, and the hem of your sweater that’s ridden up to your waist is revealing a significant amount of skin to him.
Marcus’s mouth goes dry. He coughs to play it off. 
“Right, uh, okay.” 
He hears you snort again before your footsteps recede, and he lets his eyes go wide as they lose focus in the flames. 
What the hell is going on?
********
On your return to camp, you’re greeted with a waft of something sweet and alcoholic. Marcus is cross-legged in front of a miniature pot set on the campfire grate, which he nods to as you approach.
“Do you like apple bourbon?” 
“You brought that?” you ask, intrigued. You hadn’t even thought about drinking on this stupid retreat, but he had?
“I did. Do you want some?”
“Uh, yes, actually. Thanks.”
He lets the fire warm the drink for a few more minutes before distributing it equally into two camp mugs and standing to hand you one.
As you take a sip, there’s a rush of warmth and amusement, maybe even excitement, through your chest. It coats your insides, but it’s laced with a bit of annoyance still–mostly at the idea that in just a few hours, Marcus could be proving you’ve had him pegged wrong this whole time. 
“This will make this,” he says with a smirk, fishing a folded up piece of paper out of his pocket and watching you with a raised eyebrow, “much easier.” 
Recognizing the sheet in his hands as the list of icebreaker questions you were provided at check-in, you groan. 
“Oh, come ooon. Pike? Can we not? This,” you say, waving your mug around and gesturing to your surroundings, “is actually nice, which, frankly, I was not at all expecting. You’re gonna ruin it.” 
“I’m not going to ruin it. It won’t take long, Slug. And isn’t that the whole point of this? To get to know each other better?” 
You only grimace across the fire at him before taking a drink, and it’s Marcus’s turn to roll his eyes. His mouth falls open like he’s going to say something before he scoffs and snaps it shut again. Planting an elbow on his knee, he points an accusatory finger at you with one hand while the other brings the bourbon to his lips, holding it there until the bottom faces up and he’s emptied the whole container. 
Widening your eyes and propping your own mug on your knees, you watch him down the liquor in anticipation. If he were anyone else, you’d guess he’s about to chew you out, or call you a bitch, or maybe just storm off. But, even though he has surprised you tonight, you don’t think Marcus will do any of those things. 
The fact that you have no clue what he’ll do instead conjures a kind of arousal foreign to you, but it mixes pleasantly with the alcohol in your stomach. 
You’re also acutely aware of what he looks like right now, which is surely a contributing factor. The camp mug is dwarfed in the hand not pointing at you and firelight dances off the column of his throat and his adam’s apple, which bobs harshly with each deep swallow of the strong, warm liquid flowing behind it. 
It would be a lie to say you’d never fantasized about Marcus before. He’s objectively attractive, and one of the only men in the office who’s never actively made your life more difficult. 
And right now, absolutely none of the buttons on his henley shirt are fastened. Effectively teasing you with the broad expanse of his chest, and you’re trying not to think about what the divot between his collarbones would taste like now–sweat, musk, a little bit of bug spray?–when he slams the mug down into the dirt. His face is straight, brows low when he finally asks, “Why not?”
“Huh?” you say stupidly. 
“Why don’t you want to get to know me? What did I do to you?”
“I- You didn’t do anything, I just-” you stammer, trying your best to play off the way you can feel your heartbeat crawling up your throat. He waits for you to continue and when you force your eyes over the flames to find his face, there’s a half-hearted smile on his lips–like he’s ready to play the very reasonable question off as a joke, if needed. 
Still, those wide brown eyes look more like he just asked why you kicked his dog. 
You sigh and let your sights fall back to your drink, making a decision.
The liquor burns in your throat when you throw it back, but the sweetness soothes. It’s easier to gulp down than you expected but still strong. Coughing as you set the mug into the dirt near your foot, you clear your throat and stand. 
“Give me the questions,” you say, stepping around the fire and holding your hand out. 
“Well, I can start if you-”
“Nope, I wanna get to know you. Hand ‘em over.” 
Marcus actually frowns when he raises the sheet and lets you take it, a look of distrust in his eyes like he’s debating whether you’ll just throw the sheet in the fire. You don’t, only unfolding it to give the list a cursory scan and groaning, but through a smile. 
“Shit, these are god awful. Do we have more liquor?”
Finally his face relaxes, shaking his head but returning your smile before materializing the bottle from the inside of his sleeping bag. 
He doesn’t bother warming it up this time, only pouring a few fingers into your mug before filling his own halfway. Sauntering back to your bed for the night, you settle in and take a sip before asking, “What was Marcus Pike’s favorite subject in school?” 
“Um, probably history.” You nod in approval. “What was yours?”
The nod turns smoothly into a shake of disapproval. “I have the paper, I ask the questions, okay? Those are the rules.”
“There’s no rules to this. It’s not a game, it’s just-”
You cut him off. “Did you have a dog when you were a child?”
“Wh- yes, I did,” he scoffs, “But I don’t think it’s fair if you’re the only one who gets to ask qu-”
“What was its name?” 
Smiling at him over your cup, you take a sip and Marcus sighs before stretching his legs out to the side and propping himself up on his elbow. Removing his beanie, he scrubs a hand down his face before giving you a tired look.
“Charlie.” 
His hair is adorably messy now, some pieces falling in his face while others stick out at wild angles. You clear your throat.
“What kind of dog was he?”
“A shih-tzu.” 
“Cute.”
You’re pleased when he gives in, no real further objections about the way you’re utilizing the exercise, and you quickly find yourself very interested in his answers. 
“What book did you bring with you today?”
“I don’t think that’s on the list.”
“Just answer the question.”
“It isss…” he draws out the word as he digs into his deep pockets to remove the paperback you saw earlier, “The Pelican Brief.”
“The Pelican Brief, of course,” you laugh.
“What’s funny about The Pelican Brief?”
“Sir, no questions, please.”
Ten minutes and at least twenty questions later, you're laying sideways too, mirroring his position so you can see him around the side of the fire. 
“Can Marcus play a musical instrument?” 
“He can. Bass guitar.” 
“How did I not know this?” 
“When have you ever asked me, before right now, a single personal question?” 
You ignore the retort. 
“How long have you played?”
“Since high school.”
“That must have been a winner for you in the girlfriend department.”
He snorts at that, only a little humorlessly, into his empty-again mug. 
“Negative. And that’s not a question.”
With a giggle you push your equally empty mug away. You’re certainly tipsy now. 
"Okay, fair. How long was your longest relationship?" 
"That's…definitely not on the list." 
"Well I'm just trying to get to know you, Marcus." 
The smile on your lips slips away when his does. Chewing the inside of your cheek, you watch as his brows pinch together and wait. Another moment passes in silence, and you try to laugh it off.
"Sorry, that was…you don't have to-" 
"8 years," he says, cutting you off this time. "We were married." 
A rock settles in your stomach. Swallowing hard, you turn your eyes to your fingernails and mumble, "Shit, I'm sorry Marcus. I…shouldn't have asked you that." 
When he doesn't respond again, you look up. His eyes flicker with the campfire, completely unreadable to you. You wish he was closer, but the thought of that makes you even more flustered for some reason.
"You should ask me what happened," he finally says. 
Shaking your head, you mumble, "That's none of my business." 
"Just ask." 
You try to find even a hint of sarcasm written on his features, a way out of this conversation, but there is none. 
"Okay. What happened?" 
"We…weren't right for each other. And I probably knew that early on, but I convinced myself we were anyway. On top of that, I worked hard to make it seem like we were–to her, to everyone else…" he hesitates, blowing a raspberry through his lips, "...to myself. 
Everyone thought we were perfect, so I pushed forward. Big proposal, big wedding, big house. But the thing was, I never asked what she wanted," he chuckles with mirth, shaking his head, "and it turns out, it wasn't those things. So, I didn't realize I was actually only pushing her away until it was too late." 
A confession like this from the man you couldn’t stand before today should have made you uncomfortable; it should have made your skin feel too tight or your throat too dry and itchy like every other time someone overshares or becomes too vulnerable in front of you. But it doesn't. 
Maybe it's the alcohol, or maybe it's just him, but you're asking another question before you even realize it.
"Is that what you want, Marcus? The big house, lots of kids, those things?"
A sad smile forms on his lips. You want to kiss it away. 
That has to be the liquor talking, right? 
"I don't know,” he shrugs, “Maybe. With the right person, if that's what they want. These days I'm more interested in just finding happiness, wherever that might come from." 
Both of you let the subsequent silence engulf you, his earnest words wrapping tightly around your lungs as you watch him drag a finger through the dirt. 
Finding happiness? How hard could that be, for a guy like him? He’s successful, good-looking, entirely less boring than you’d judged him for–but is he still not happy? 
You’re a moment away from asking, but Marcus moves first and you lose any courage you had to do so. Clearing his throat as he pushes his body upright, he rolls his shoulders to loosen them before slapping his thighs and saying, "Is it my turn to ask the questions now?" 
********
You look somewhat uncomfortable as you push yourself off the ground, but not upset.
"Yeah, okay." 
Marcus holds back his pride at the look on your face when he walks around the fire–utterly perplexed, like you have no idea why you've just agreed to let him interrogate you.
This wasn’t part of your plan. 
But he had figured that out pretty quickly. 
He shakes his head when you hold the list of questions out to him, then tilts his head towards the empty space on the tarp beside your sleeping bag, he asks, “I don’t need that. Can I sit?” 
Your confusion impossibly deepens, but you nod. Before his knees bend, you raise your hand to stop him.
“Wait, do you-”
“Hm?”
“Um, well-” you start, visibly cringing at your false start. Marcus takes on your confused expression now, worried at how jumpy you suddenly seem.
“I was- I was just thinking that, if you’re going to be stubborn and sleep out here too, there’s room on my thing,” you gesture towards the footprint, “for both of our sleeping bags. So you’re not sleeping in the dirt, you know?” 
“Oh, um…,” is all he can manage at first, looking up and blinking hard at the now pitch-black campsite, like there might be someone hiding in the dark to tell him how to respond.
“Are- are you sure? I mean, I don’t mind, I can sleep pretty much anywhere-”
“Yes, Pike, I’m sure, it’s fine. Don’t sleep in the dirt, okay?” you say, rolling your eyes. 
“Okay then, sure.”
This night keeps getting weirder and weirder. 
When he returns with his belongings, you’ve scooched over so you can both sit close to the dwindling fire. You’re sitting cross-legged, backwards on top of your sleeping bag and preoccupied with the pulsing crimson at its center. Marcus measures a good few feet from where he rolls out his sleeping bag and your own, and kicks his slippers off before slithering his legs inside. 
He almost forgets himself, that he had a reason to be this close to you, when his focus is pulled helplessly to the glow of your features as you stare into the embers. Once he’s completely settled, warmth slowly seeping through his shirt as he leans back onto his palms, he gives himself another moment to just look at you. Yes, you’re pretty–you’re always pretty–but he’s certain there’s something new in your eyes. Whatever it is, it’s morphed your expression into something he’s never seen before. 
It’s sad, he thinks, but it’s also relaxed and it’s open and it’s beautiful and it’s you. 
He knows he’s surprised you tonight–it’s been written all over your face for the last hour–but you’re somehow surprising him even more, and he hasn’t even asked you any questions yet. 
“So, what do you want to know?” you ask, jerking your head from the smoldering heat to him,  “My favorite subject was history, too.” 
Raising his brows, he mirrors your earlier nod of approval. 
“Did you get good grades?”
An adorable attempt of mock-offense slightly dims that new light in your eyes when you scoff. “Of course I did.” 
“No…behavior issues in class?” he prods, half-trying to keep back a teasing smile. “Fights? Detention?” He lets his face relax into a grin when you roll your eyes and snort.
“I would hope you aren’t surprised to learn that I was an exemplary student, thank you very much.” 
“No, no, I'm not…” he says, conceding. Your expression clears again, satisfied, and he watches as your tongue pokes out between your lips to wet them. 
Don’t get distracted.
Clearing his throat and tearing his eyes away, he says, “I’ve got better questions than that anyway.”
He doesn't ask them yet, though.
Instead he starts small, like you did, regurgitating questions similar to the ones on the Bureau-issued list. You seem to relax even more as you tell him about your favorite vacation, your childhood best friend, and the best movie you’ve ever seen. 
“Easy. 2001: A Space Odyssey.”
At some point you’d both settled onto your backs, staring into the inky darkness of forest canopy that keeps the stars out of view, but this jolts Marcus up to face you.
“Are you fucking with me?” he asks, narrowing his brows.
The remnants of the fire no longer cast enough light to see you clearly, but he’s sure he detects the smallest smile on your lips when you let your head fall towards him.
“What, you don’t like Kubrick?” 
“No, it just-” he wavers, slowly settling back onto his side, “I just wouldn’t have guessed you would like something like that.”
“Something like what?” you ask, the genuine curiosity in your question gratifying to him.
“Something…ambiguous? Weird? Kind of nerdy to like?”
Your bottom lip finds its way between your teeth and you turn your face towards the nothing above you. It’s obvious you’re holding something back, something more than just a giggle at his apparently off-base assumption.
He ardently wishes you would cut it out.
So he waits, watching the silhouette of your torso beneath your layers rise and fall until you take a very deep breath and speak.
“I was in middle school when I first watched that movie, and I was thinking about it, dreaming about it, for weeks. I wanted to figure out exactly what Kubrick was trying to get at, the symbolism behind the monolith, the baby in the orb, the bedroom. I was too embarrassed to ask my dad…like, I figured I was just too stupid to get it.”
“You were what, 11?” Marcus chuckles. 
“I know. But still, I wanted to figure it out myself. And every path I went down, I would find some reason why this theory didn’t work or that theory could never fit. It drove me crazy. Like, what did this fucker mean? I was fascinated, fully obsessed, and I finally brought it up to someone–an adult, my English teacher.”
It feels like there’s a balloon in Marcus’s chest about to burst, a weightlessness that rises with the movement of your lips. He doesn’t realize he’s been holding his breath until you huff a laugh through your nose.
“And, she told me that it didn’t matter what the director was going for, not exactly. It was my interpretation that was most important, how it made me feel and what I took from it and how it changed the way I saw the world around me. And, I think that’s one of the first times I really understood how important art was, not just to me but to the human experience. Anything that makes us think, makes us ask questions…it’s valuable.” 
There’s something that sprouts in the air between you, taking root in the open space between your beds and implanting itself at the base of his spine and into his stomach. Marcus is watching you closely enough to feel when your breathing wavers, but deepens, and you finally twist your neck back to him.
“So, basically my level of judgment when it comes to films, or any piece of art really, is: Did it make me think? If so, I probably like it.” You shrug against your camp pillow.
Everything in Marcus is screaming to be closer to you, to eliminate the small distance and do whatever he can to fully absorb your words and their meanings. Instead, he purses his lips and raises his brows.
“Wow. Deep.” 
Surprise emanates through the silent darkness before you bark out a laugh and shake your head at him. 
“Okay, fuck off Marcus,” you snort, no real poison in the sentiment to be found, “Next question, please.” 
Ignoring the fact that his heartbeat is in his ears–near deafening when you say his name like that–determination flows through him steadily now. Still, he fixes his eyes towards the sky and sits in the echoes of your laughter for a moment, waiting until it dissipates and the silence settles. You both breathe it in, letting it blanket the campsite and push you deeper into the ground where you lay.
Quietly, though not timid, Marcus finally asks, “What did I do to you?”
********
“What?” 
“Like, did I insult you by accident a long time ago, or maybe step on your heel in the office, or something? What did I do to make you not like me?”
Oh, come on. 
“Marcus…” you say, bringing your middle finger and thumb to either side of your forehead and digging into your temples.
“No, seriously though,” he continues, and you feel your blood pressure skyrocket. “Tell me why we’re sitting here, 6 years after meeting each other, and you telling me about your favorite movie feels like I just won the lottery and immediately got hit by a truck.” 
You can’t help but snort at the bizarre comparison, which quickly turns into poorly stifled giggles. Surely your exhaustion and the trace of bourbon left in your stomach has something to do with it, but before you know it you’re in stitches and Marcus has joined in. 
“I mean it!” he urges through belly laughs. You can tell he’s trying to be serious, and that makes you as nervous as much as it makes you laugh so hard no sound comes out. 
As you both gasp for air on your backs, the night around you broken up with your combined incredulous delirium, you can barely remember the emotion just short of vitriol that you held for him this afternoon. 
“Come on,” he says, breathless after fighting off another fit of laughter, “Really. You have a problem with me, and I think I deserve to know what it is.” 
“Shhhhit,” you mutter, still staving off laughter that’s more nerve than humor-based at this point. Without even looking at him, you know he’s not going to back down. Not now that you’ve both opened up, that you clearly don’t actually dislike him. You groan, and slap the heels of your palms to your forehead briefly before gesturing vaguely in front of you. 
“Okay. Do you remember the varnished Braque?”
You give him a moment to do so, swallowing hard.
“That was- Wasn’t that the first case we worked together?” he finally says, confusion lacing every word. 
“Right. It went missing, we got a lead, and posed as potential buyers.” 
“I remember.” 
“And when we walked in the room, as soon as we laid eyes on it, we both turned on our heels and walked right out. Why did we do that?”
“The guy had it under a lightbulb. The gloss was ridiculous, but it was old, and we knew the DMA had recently removed the varnish on the original. It was fake.” 
“Exactly.” 
“I…am not following you.” 
You sigh deeply, exasperated. 
“Marcus, you are the varnished Braque. Too shiny, too clean, too…perfect. I mean, look at you. What the hell am I supposed to make of a man who is entirely thoughtful, polite, handsome, smart, and good at his job? Come on, men like that don’t exist.” 
“Let me get this straight,” he murmurs, and you can hear the scratch of barely there stubble on his chin, “You’ve never made small talk with me, avoided me at all costs, completely iced me out all day, not because I offended you, but because you think I am…too polite and good-looking?” 
It feels like your skin is on fire. 
“Jesus Christ,” you swear under your breath, “Okay, apparently, yes.”
The scoff he lets out is almost too soft to hear. Somehow you feel it beneath your navel. 
“I’m not always polite.” 
His words are more defensive than you’d expect, and they tighten every muscle below your waist. You shake it off. 
“Oh, please. You haven’t even tried to make a move on me this whole night. A helpless woman without a tent? Instead of just offering to share yours, you’re sleeping out here in the cold with me.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” 
“No, and that’s exactly it. You don’t do bad things. And that’s- fuck, Marcus, I have tried, but I don’t get you.”
There’s another heavy beat, the swoosh of nylon as Marcus shifts in place too loud and distracting as you gather your thoughts. 
All you can summon are dozens of corresponding memories, flashing behind your eyes, each one only differing in the angle of light shining in the window or the color of his jacket.
It’s your view of Marcus’s desk from your own, his short brown waves bowed and his broad, strong shoulders hunched over case notes or files. Only a teasing sliver of his striking nose and cheekbones are visible as you chew on your lip, a pen twirling ceaselessly through your fingers while you sit and try to decipher him. What kind of game is a guy like him playing?
Almost every mental image ends in the same dissatisfying way, throwing your pen down in surrender to annoyance and placing the blame of your misunderstanding on the man himself instead of your own inability to trust he could be exactly who he presents himself as. Internal red strings pull your concentration from those moments to surprising corresponding flashbacks, the way you’d recall his face or his voice while you fell apart on your fingers later those nights. 
Comprehension that’s been just out of reach for the last hour finally dawns, and your blood comes to a boil. It’s not anger or annoyance you feel, it’s…intimidation, likely, but also intrigue. 
It’s twisted fascination. 
The fatigue in your bones is washing away, restless energy rushing to fill in the gaps. You don’t know what to do with it exactly, and your fingertips worry at the zipper of your sleeping bag. 
“You’ve tried?”
His voice is even lower than before, raspy and sinful but unmistakably apprehensive.
Nearly as unmistakable is the deep pulsing between your legs, confused arousal placing you on edge. Trying to clear your throat, it comes out more like a high-pitched and choked gasp for air. Instead of real words, you opt for a sheepish, “Mhmm,” and squirm in your sleeping bag.
“Do you…want to keep trying?” 
It’s impossible to tell if this is all in your head, if you’re imagining the suggestiveness of his tone or if the bizarreness of today is just fucking with your sensibility.
And you’re honestly not sure what would be worse: that you are making up this tension, that you’re fabricating the powder keg of nearing unbearable desperation placed directly in the space between you–or, that he’s just as turned on as you are right now. 
You manage a strained, “Yeah.” 
The breath he lets out is shaky and hoarse, like he’s been holding it. It moves through you, closing your eyes and letting your thighs instinctively press together as you wriggle through the throbbing in your cunt. 
Fuck, how are you supposed to sleep now? 
“Good,” he mutters in the dark, “Me too. Can work on that now–together, if you want.” The sound of him readjusting in his sleeping bag pulls your attention away from the wetness pooling between your legs for just a moment before you sneak a glance in his direction and it becomes infinitely worse. 
All you can make out is the silhouette of his form on the ground next to you, but there’s motion beneath his covers. It’s slow, like dragging fingertips over his chest, his belly, up and down and up and down. Your mouth goes dry at the sight, the profile of his outstretched neck and the way it bobs with a hard swallow when the bulge of his hand drifts lower ditching any uncertainty you had about the way his body is reacting, too. 
Stifling a whine, you tear your eyes away to fix them straight up while snaking your own hands into your sleeping bag and mimicking his movements. You push the hem of your shirt up, placing your palm on your lower belly and grazing your fingers back and forth across the waistband of your sweats, goosebumps racing across the tops of your thighs despite the bead of sweat you feel forming at your hairline. 
Marcus grunts softly and whispers your name, and an intense throb causes your hips to jolt forward. Your chest is heaving now, your body impatient for the slide of your fingers and the spasms of your muscles. 
“Huh?” you practically moan back. The realization of what you’re both about to do is there–you’re cognizant. It should be terrifying, you should be annoyed, but you aren’t. The need to make yourself come right here, right next to him, overwhelms it all. 
“This okay?” he slurs, and you can hear the restraint in his voice. “You want to?” 
The pads of your fingers have found their way beneath the elastic trim, teasing yourself just inches above where you need them, and a small whine escapes you. Normally you’d hate how pathetic it sounds, girlish and desperate, but there’s not an ounce of shame in your body at this point. 
“Please,” you whimper, and you swear Marcus chuckles under his breath. 
“Go on,” he says, soft and sweet and encouraging, and when you finally slip your middle finger into your seam and find your clit, you almost sob. 
You barely hear the deep, guttural curse Marcus lets out over the roar of blood in your ears, too focused on the way your hips chase your touch as you draw quick, easy circles through your slick. This won’t take long at all–you can already feel the increasing tightness as you clench around nothing when you realize he’s talking to you. 
“Hey, hey,” he pants, projecting his voice just enough to overcome the sound of his own hand moving back and forth inside his sleeping bag, “Slow down, just a little, yeah?” 
Biting your lip, you groan in frustration but acquiesce. You listen closely to the swishing noise that drifts over from him, slowing your breathing to sync with his and match the rhythm of your ministrations with his own. 
“That’s it, fuck- good, good,” he groans, finally picking up the pace as you follow his lead. 
“God, wish I could see you right now,” he says, breath ragged and gritty, “Know you look so good, so pretty.”
The praise in his sweet voice burns hot across your face. That’s not something you’ve ever had, ever even asked for from a partner–and it feels out of place when applied to you. The thought of asking him to shut up crosses your mind for a moment, but suddenly he’s closer, the bed roll slipping easily over the footprint and sidling up to you.
You’re not sure if you could stop at this point even if you wanted to. You only turn to face him, gasping and continuing the roll of your hips against your fingers. 
“Here,” he breathes out, removing his hand and holding it close to your face, “Spit.” 
He must be able to make out the deepening furrow of your brow, because he huffs a laugh and adds, “Please?” 
You don’t make him ask again, lifting up onto one elbow and leaning forward to purse your lips and spit directly into his palm. He mutters, “thanks” and you both fall back again. 
Fucking Christ.
“Damn, I- you’re so wet, aren’t you? Can hear it.”
“Fuck,” you whine, and he chuckles again.
The slick sounds of his stroke are audible to you too, surely the result of a mixture of your saliva and precome. It’s indecent, and paired with your own sounds and Marcus’s honeyed words, you’re precariously tipping towards the edge. 
“You inside?” he asks, and your thighs fall open, fingers eagerly finding their way into your pussy. “Good fucking girl. Bet you’re tight, warm–God you probably taste fucking amazing.”
As both of you speed forward, you clench tightly around your middle and ring fingers and let a whimper fall from your lips at the idea of his face between your legs. Large chocolate eyes to roam up your writhing body, wide palms to grasp your hips and keep you still while he sucks and licks and kisses and grinds against the ground until you soak the five o’clock shadow that would leave burns on the inside of your thighs. 
When you pull your digits out and back to your clit, you’re already falling. “Marcus, I-” you gasp, and you see him nodding the back of his head against the ground in your peripherals. 
“Yeah, pretty girl, me too” he grunts, “Come on, come for me.” 
It hits before he finishes the order. You cry into the night, hips stuttering and toes curling in your wool socks. Marcus is vocal, urging your orgasm on with his deep noises and the harried motions beneath his covers, extending your release longer and harder than you’ve felt in a long time. 
Fuck, you actually don’t know if you’ve ever come this hard. 
You’re just finishing when Marcus’s begins, his body tensing up beside you as you rest your palm on the inside of your thigh and bask in the pulsing aftershocks that flutter through your core. Through the dark you can tell that his eyes are pinched shut, mouth hanging open as the muscles of his neck pull impossibly tight and your name falls from his mouth.
It sends a pleasant but fierce ripple through your body, the way his lips form around your first name as he empties himself where you can't see. Biting your lip, you wonder–foolishly, most likely–if he’s ever uttered your name like this before. Another half-hearted squeeze between your legs tells you that even if he hasn’t, you’d very much like to hear him do it again. 
Marcus’s hand finally stops, the up-and-down of his chest slowing as he lets his head fall to the side and finds you. You pull your lips between your teeth, biting down sharply to keep a wide grin from overtaking your features. He snorts, and you cover your face with your hands. 
An owl hoots in a tree nearby, and the sound of the stream is louder than you remember it being earlier. Intermittent, muffled giggles from both of you cut through the air, and you’re certain he must be about to say something, but it never comes.
A few wordless minutes and your eyelids start to droop, the ambiance lending itself to their aid. Just as you’re about to give in to sleep, you hear the softest snore from Marcus’s sleeping bag. 
You roll your eyes beneath their lids. 
He snores. I knew he couldn’t be perfect.
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Going to a festival with JJK men
Its your first time going to a festival and your glad you have them to share it with.
INCLUDING: Megumi, Yuji and Yuta
TW: Unedited (Reblogs welcomed)
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•Megumi•
You and Megumi walked through the crowed of people, you almost got lost and been split up if Megumi wasn't holding onto your hand so tightly.
It was after school when you learned that there was going to be a festival not so far from Jujutsu high and that Nobora had made plans for everyone to go together. But no one was counting on how busy it would be. Immediately, when you stepped into the crowed you started to get pushed down the path, away from everyone. You looked back and saw a head of spikey black hair looking around frantically, it was Megumi. You reached your arm up and waved at him making him lock eyes with you and start pushing through the crowd to you. When he reached you he grabbed your hand.
"What do you want to do?" He asked slowly moving you beside him so you could walk without you getting dragged.
"Well I was going to look for a snack first..." You said as you passed food stalls inspecting the food available.
"OOO Megumi!" You stopped now linking with his arm.
"They have Takoyaki " you said excited as you walked closer to the stall.
The entire time you ordered and got your food you didn't realise how hot Megumi had gotten. (Heat wise)
"Megumi? Are you okay?" You asked pitting the back of your hand on his forehead. He got so hot he started to turn red.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He said turning the other way.
"How about we go somewhere quieter?" He asked and you nodded, ready having all you needed. You walked to the end of the festival and into a wooded area where no one would be. Or so you thought.
"Sh, Megumi, do you hear that?" You asked
He stood listened until he heard a sound of what was like a child sobbing.
Quickly He summoned his divine dogs to follow the sound.
It was a child crying, he had lost his parents in the crowed and he didn't know how to get back to them.
"He, its okay we'll help you find your parents" You said rubbing the boys back.
Megumi was a bit awkward on the other hand. He was the youngest and even then he used to beat up kids his age, he didn't really know what to say or do.
"Where did you last see them?" You asked the boy
"Near- Near the game area-" He huffed out.
You and Megumi (under your instruction) both took one of the boys hands and walked through the crowd again.
"There they are" Megumi said before flagging down the frantic parents and handing their kid back.
They tried to give you money for gratitude but you and Megumi kept refusing.
"Seeing the kid safe is enough for me" Megumi said before the parents thanked you guys a final time and walked away.
"I wish I had that when I was a kid" Megumi said
"To feel loved."
he obviously was in a daze becuase he had never really talked about his parents or childhood before or pretended not to care.
"I guess that means more love from me" you said getting up on your tip toes and giving his cheek a peck.
~Yuji~
"CONGRATULATIONS" The man running the tent said, Yuji won the ball throwing game and hit all the cars down, which seemed impossible when the sheer weight of the ball was equivalent to foam.
"Which one do you want?" Yuji asked you as he won a prize.
"What? Are you sure? You already won me these 3." You said looking down at the 3 plushness you already picked out.
"I'm not going to do anything with them anyway, plus they would way better on your bed."
"So would she" Sukuna said quickly being covered by Yuji's hand. You forgot that someone was third wheeling. So you quickly picked out another prize and walked along side Yuji.
"What do you want to do now?" He asked
"I don't really have anything in mind" you said pulling yourself closer to Yuji's side to avoid getting lost.
"Well in that case" Yuji said
"Can I show you something cool?"
You guys ended up back at Jujutsu high, you threw all the prizes in your dorm before you followed Yuji out side the dorm rooms and to the back, there was a ladder leading up onto the roof.
"After you" he said
You climbed up closely followed by Yuji. In the middle of the roof was a thin futon with some pillows on it.
"Yuji..." you said
"Remember when you said you wanted to star gaze, well I looked into it and tonight there should be a meteor shower"
You walked over to the futon with Yuji and laid down on a pillow and his head on your chest.
He pointed constellations out until the spectacular show began.
☆Yuta☆
You were just wandering around the festival playing games and trying food intil out of the corner if you eye you spoted a stair case up the side of a mountain. A few light were strung up the side railing of the steps which made you intrigued.
You followed the stringed lights until they eventually strung off the path and into the forrest. For a moment you wondered if it was a good idea to follow the lights, well what's the worst that can happen?
Each step you took the less dense the forest was, eventually yoy reached a stone platform above the whole festival.
"This is...amazing" you muttered to your self
"It sure is" a voice said scaring you out of your skin
"Y-Y-YUTA?!? What are you doing here!???!" You said making him let out a chuckle. Your cheeks bighted and the sound of his laugh alone, my God you had fallen hard for this boy.
"I was just waiting for someone to come." He said sheepishly
"Oh, sorry for barging in then." You said eating the last of your cotton candy.
"Well...Uh that's kind of the thing...I was sort of expecting...you." He said
You only looked at him confused.
"NOT IN LIKE A WEIRD WAY- LIKE I could see you down there and saw you come up the stairs..." He said making a fool out of himself. Or so he thought.
The sound of people chattering below was minor compared to the sound of the crickets
"Um, I wanted to tell you something anyway" He said looking out over all the people while you only looked at him.
"I-"
BOOM
Fire works started going off throwing you into surprise.
"Wow" you breathed out.
"You've never seen fire works before?" he asked shocked. Probably because he grew up with them his entire life.
"Not in real life, no" your eyes lit up after every fire works explosion.
"Sorry what were you saying before" you asked as you snapped out the day dream while the fire works were on pause.
"I-" more fire works went off so you couldn't hear him, but you read his lips.
"I LIKE YOU TOO" you shouted over the fire works, making him give you the most genuine smile you have ever seen.
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AUTHOURS NOTE: what do you think about a part 2?
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