Request: Can you do a oneshot where the reader is an avenger and 18, she meets the team and the guys are being super flirty with her but have no idea that’s she is 18 and when they find out, they’re embarrassed about flirting with her :). Sorry if this super specific and long
Being the new avenger was exciting. I had been able to shape shift into any person or animal that I wanted to since I was 5 years old. I scared my mother the day I turned into a dog. She could move things with her mind and she wasn’t sure of what I could do until the day we were eating dinner and I decided to act like a dog and turned into one.
Since then, I would do small things like tricking my friends or I would turn into a bird and fly away. Like Spider-Man, I decided to use it for good. What really caught the public’s eye, was the day a grizzly bear stopped a gas station robbery. That same day Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff showed up at my house. They explained to me and my mother that they wanted me to join the avengers. Naturally, my mother put up a fight and said I was too young, but I am 18 so legally I can go. Waving goodbye to my mother 6 months later and I was officially part of the team.
“You should turn into a cat, then when the team crowds around, turn into yourself.” Tony suggested.
“I can’t” I laughed at him, “When I shape shift, My clothes don’t change with me so I can’t turn back until I’m in my room, usually.”
“We’ll see about that.” He started thinking to himself.
“Guys this is y/n” Nat called out t the team.
“Hello” I waved to everyone “I know who you all are already, I read the file.”
“Nice to meet you” Steve shook my hand. “We didn’t hear much about you, it was suppose to be a surprise.”
I smiled, looking around the room at the team. I noticed Sam, Bucky, Thor, Peter, and Steve were looking me up and down. I met Sam’s eyes and he winked at me and gave a slow nod of admiration. Bucky looked away quickly, Steve also winked, Thor smirked at me and then walked away, and Peter quickly turned around and started a conversation with Wanda. I noticed Clint and Bruce were watching the same thing I was and looked at me and then the guys and shook their heads.
Once everything was finally settled, I made my way to the kitchen to get a small snack, I had finally finished unpacking. I was searching for a snack when I hear someone speak up behind me.
“Nickle for your thoughts?” Steve spoke calmly
“I’m pretty sure it’s penny.” I laughed at him
“I just think your thoughts are worth more” he smiled, raising an eyebrow.
“Really?” I rolled my eyes “That’s so lame”
“What?” He moved a tad bit closer leaning on the counter. “I just wanted to start a conversation.” He chuckled.
“So start” I reached for the box of cheez-its, but it was too far up. Steeve reached up above my head and grabbed it. I couldn’t help but look at his bicep. Quickly looking down when our eyes met.
“Like what you see?” Steve smirked “There’s more underneath.”
I blushed at first and then realized, he is old, I’m still 18 and I don’t think he knows that. Instead of telling him, I laughed at him and walked away.
The next person to talk to me was Sam Wilson. I had wandered into the theater room and put a movie in. Sam saw this and wanted to join.
“Can I join you?” He asked as I made my self comfortable on the love-seat, taking up most to the small couch.
“Sure if you can fit” I joked, moving my legs slightly.
“I played tetris as a kid.” He smirked at me coming closer to the couch.
“Your point?” I asked slightly confused.
“I can make it fit.” He winked at me. I didn’t even react, I just had a straight face and I realized that he didn’t know my age as well, and just like Steve I didn’t tell him.
Peter Parker approached me the next day, as I made my way to the kitchen, he tapped my arm.
“Morning y/n” He greeted me with a warm smile.
“Mornin’ Pete” I smiled back. He followed me into the kitchen.
“Hey y/n,” He got my attention back to him “Can you feel my shirt?”
“Excuse me?” I asked, confused.
“I’m serious” He held out the bottom of his shirt and I touched the soft fabric.
“What about it?” I was still confused.
“Does it feel like boyfriend material?” I asked seriously. I laughed at him as my cheeks slightly turned red.
“Absolutely not” Tony cut in “Not allowed.”
“Why do guys have to be such jerks?” My friend Andrea spoke to me on the phone. I had her on speaker while me, Wanda and Nat sat in the living room.
“I know how you feel Ann. What we need is a genie” I joked. “Three wishes would be nice.”
“That would help a lot actually” Nat joined
“What’s one thing you would wish for?” Wanda asked “ I would wish for world peace. Typical I know.”
“I’ll have to think about that.” Andrea said on the phone.
“Ditto” Nat spoke up, thinking quietly.
“I would wish for the perfect guy” I joked, earning a small chuckle from Nat.
“Here I am.” Bucky stood in front of us “What are your other two wishes?”
I couldn’t handle this anymore. I had to tell them how old I was before this got worse. I found it funny but I can’t be this cruel.
“Hey guys” I spoke up walking into the kitchen causing everyone to look at me “I have done some thinking.. Some of you, not naming who, have tried to flirt with me.” all the guys looked at each other. “As flattering as that is, I think you should know something about me, and maybe this will make you rethink some things.” I tried to fight the smile forming on my face. “I’m only 18.”
Every single guy, except for Peter, Tony, Bruce, Clint, and Vision, went pale. They froze and looked at each other.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US BEFORE” Sam yelled, obviously embarrassed.
“I thought it was funny” I laughed at them
“I already knew that” Peter winked at me
“Lady y/n” Thor looked up from the ground “ I wasn’t sure of your age so I didn’t say anything, but I did not expect that”
“I feel horrible” Steve apologized. Bucky couldn’t bring himself to say anything as he continued to stare at the ground.
There was a long awkward silence as we slowly continued our business.
“Wait, You guys hit on her?” Tony raised his voice.
Prompt: Combination of Jason Todd imagine where reader used to be part of the league angst maybe? And Can you please do something with Jason x reader? (They’re boyfriend and girlfriend) Specifically something really fluffy like reader and Jason are partners on patrol and they help each other out during fights. They also have witty banter and flirt while fighting. After patrol, they are going back to the batcave and it’s really cute and romantic. I don’t know. Hopefully this works. We don’t get a lot of Jason fluff.
Jason can only smirk as he ignores the question … again. Some things were private, and his relationship with you was at the top of that list. “Seriously Jay, is this a Selina and Bruce type romance?”
That made Jason frown. You weren’t casual. You were a committed and loyal person. Of course, they had no way of knowing that. All they knew about you was your mask and the fact you showed up when anyone was in trouble. Well, that and the constant flirting.
Removing the helmet, Jason ran his fingers through his hair before facing his brothers. Dick was in full swing big brother mode. Dick had made it clear that he was tired of losing people, that had led to him being more nosy than usual lately. It had also left him sounding like a mother hen.
The rest of the family was curious, but they weren’t going as far as to demand answers. With nothing left to do, Jason did the only thing he could; he chucked the helmet at his brother and grinned in satisfaction when he caught it; it gave him just enough time to rush forward and sweep his feet out from under him.
Leaving him on the floor, Jason made his escape. It didn’t take long to get home. The mere fact that you were waiting for him was enough to make him hurry. Sure enough, you were there.
You were lying on the couch dressed in your favorite sleep pants, and one of Jason’s shirts. He’s still dressed in his patrol uniform when he collapses on top of you. You giggle as he steals a few kisses.
You sweep his hair behind his ear before kissing him properly. “Welcome home.”
“It’s so good to be home. My brothers are annoying.”
“Especially when I’m trying to save them.”
He laughs, “Told you so.”
He links his fingers with yours. His thumb twirls the band on your ring finger. You’d been
a part of the League when Talia had brought Jason to the compound. You’d watched him come back to life, and had been part of the force to help restrain him in the early days.
It had become apparent rather quickly that he calmed down around you. He had allowed you near him, to help him. Your bond had become solid and concrete within a year. And Ra’s had been consumed with it. Jason was one of the best, that was clear. He was strong, and fast, and he could endure.
And after several years of being partners on the battlefield, you became partners in life. The two of you had been faithful to Ra’s, to the League. You’d been so grateful for the gift of each other, that you hadn’t questioned him. Until he derived a plan to destroy Gotham.
Years of memories had come flooding back to Jason. It became clear what the two of you had to do in the days that followed. Jason had fled, and you’d remained as a spy. When the time had come you had foiled the League with the help of Jason’s family.
You’d appeared a week later, dressed in a mask, and your own costume. Playing with Jason’s family had been too good of an opportunity to pass up. So you patrolled the streets of Gotham with Jason, and when he was busy with his family you did it alone.
From time to time, you showed up when Jason’s family needed help. You pulled them out of sticky situations, flirted with your husband, and retreated home.
Jason’s lips on your neck draw you out of your thoughts and you giggle, “We can’t.”
You kiss his cheek, “Because there’s a little girl in there waiting for her daddy to check the closet for monsters.”
His brow furrows, “She’s still awake?”
You nod, “Oh yes. She wanted to see her daddy.”
With a smile he heaves himself off the couch and you watch him disappear into her bedroom. A moment later you turn towards the window and smile, “Took you longer than usual.”
“Grayson kept complaining about how you’re potentially dangerous.”
Damian snorts, “To everyone but Jason and Rosie.”
You wave him away, “Go spoil your niece squirt.”
“Technically she’s my cousin, Aunt Y/N.”
You roll your eyes, “Be gone brat.”
He shrugs and walks into your daughter’s room, settling back in with your book you listen to the sound of your daughter’s giggles and smile.
6. “Move away from the door and let me at him.” + 25. “Put me down!”- Bucky Barnes
Bucky Barnes had a very special talent of being able to drive you up the wall without saying a single word. His mere presence was enough to annoy you, and he knew it. However, one or two of your friends continuously hinted that what you were feeling wasn’t exactly annoyance.
“You do!” Wanda exclaimed, eating a large spoon of chocolate ice cream, “You so like him, you just won’t admit it!”
“I do not like that egotistic, careless, brutish, arrogant…” You ranted, kicking your legs up in the air as you lay upside down on your bed.
“Okay, okay, we get the point!” Natasha interrupted, chuckling quietly to herself as she filed her nails.
“I can’t believe you are trying to deny this, I can literally read your mind.” Wanda smirked, laughing as you threw a pillow at her head.
“Shutup Wilson, I do not like her, she’s insufferable!” Bucky grunted, taking a swig of his beer as he flipped his friend off.
“Oh come on man, you seek her out like a damn moth to a flame!” Sam chuckled, pointing the neck of his beer in Bucky’s direction
“He’s right Buck, it’s the age old awful stereotype of a little boy pulling a little girls pigtails because he likes her.” Steve smirked, bumping his fist with Sam as they both laughed at their clueless friend.
“That’s bullshit and you know it!” Bucky exclaimed, scowling as his friends continued to laugh at him. “Fine! What’ve I gotta do to get you jerks off my back?” He asked, folding his arms across his chest.
“Ooooh, this could be interesting…” Sam grinned, looking over at his blond friend, “So many opportunities!”
“It has to be something she’d hate, something that would make her so annoyed that she’d get that look like she was about to explode…” Steve hummed, dropping his head back against the sofa.
“I know!” Sam clicked his fingers, jumping up from his seat, “Drop her in the pool!”
“Seriously, that’s it?” Bucky scoffed, placing his bottle down on the coffee table.
“Ooh, no that’s good!” Steve murmured, “She hates water, comes with the pyromancer territory.”
“Okay, fine!” Bucky huffed, getting up and storming out of the room, Steve and Sam following behind him like excitable children.
“And then, it blew up in his face!” Wanda laughed, causing you and Natasha to burst out laughing as well.
“Stark’s such an idiot.” You chuckled fondly, flicking through your instagram feed on your phone.
Just as Natasha began regaling the two of you with stories of failed missions, the door slammed open and the last person in the world you wanted to see came striding in.
“Barnes, what the fu-” You exclaimed, not being able to finish your sentence before you were scooped up in his arms and thrown over his shoulder.
“Put me down!” You shouted, hitting your fists against his back as he carried you through the corridors, “What the hell do you think your doing?”
As the two of you walked through a set of double doors, you still struggling in his grip, it suddenly became very clear where he was taking you. Going still for a moment, you dropped your voice an octave before growling.
“James Buchanan Barnes, I swear to god if you drop me in the pool, you will rue the day you were ever born!”
Without another word, you were unceremoniously dropped in the cold water, spluttering and shivering your broke the surface to see the faces of 4 of your team mates looking utterly shocked, and the 5th looking way to smug.
“What the fuck Barnes?” Wanda exclaimed, turning to glare at the super soldier. Moving silently through the water, you pulled yourself out, barely controlling your anger.
“I can’t believe he actually did it…” Sam murmured to Steve, both boys looking ridiculously guilty.
“You better run Barnes.” Natasha said ominously, raising an eyebrow at the brunette as he started looking more nervous, inching towards the double doors before making a run for it.
In a matter of seconds, the doors slammed shut and Steve and Sam moved into place in front of them, blocking your path. Finally losing your cool, you charged at the two men, snarling as Steve wrapped an arm around your middle to stop your way.
“Move away from the door and let me at him.” You growled, tears rolling down your cheeks.
“Y/N… this is all just a big misunderstanding…” Steve murmured placatingly brows furrowing as you continued to struggle.
“This isn’t a misunderstanding Steve, everyone here knows how much I hate water, he’s just a huge jackass!” You snarled, losing a bit of your edge as a sob broke past your lips.
“Y/N I-” Sam, trailing off as the two finally let you go.
You weren’t going to confront Barnes now, no, you were going to cry in your room. About your fear of water, and how this guy you had slowly fallen for turned out to be exactly who you thought he was all along.
Hearing The Call to Adventure when you’re over 40.
There’s a seriously delightful conversation in one of the LARP fb groups about adventuring over 40. Many of us aren’t 20 anymore, and it seems silly to have our characters not be our own age (or close to it). But they’re still starting characters (as it’s a new campaign), which implies they chose this path recently.
That thread is mostly joking around, but I kind of love the idea of hearing The Call when you’re not a teenager, and starting your in-game adventuring life later as some kind of mid-life crisis, religious epiphany, empty nest reaction, etc.
Which got me to some ficlets, and here’s the result.
“Well, your mother always wanted to be an adventurer - she was a hell of an archer when we were your age - but we got pregnant, and your grandmother needed some help, so we put that life off for a while. But now that you’re off at university, it seems like a good time to pick up the bow again, and go fight evil."
“There was just something missing, y'know? I mean, I liked being a toymaker, but one day I realized - I really wanted to put on some plate mail, and go fight demons. So here I am, livin’ the dream."
“Sometimes, relationships don’t work out. She got the business, I get to start the life of adventure I’ve always wanted. Did you know I minored in alchemy? It’s good to get back into it again.”
“Your Aunt Maribel and I had always talked about doing this, when we were girls, but it just never seemed like the right time. But now that Uncle Haro has passed…Mari just wants to get out there and do it. I can’t let her go alone, can I? Someone has to watch her flank on the line, and remind her to keep her shield up.“
"What can I say? Sometimes you fall in love with a mage. When you do, you grab your hammer and you go where he goes. Someone has to keep cute Dukes from flirting with him. Back off, gentry! He’s all mine.”
“Kevin, you’re being ridiculous. I’m not going to fall in love with some Duke.”
“Whatever. I’m not taking any chances. It took me this long to find you, and I’m not letting you go without me.”
“I’m your Dad. If you’re going to go and fight evil, I’m going with you, ‘cause I support your choices.”
“Er…Mom’s heading off to check out some evil gate she heard about. Someone needs to go with her, ok? I squired for her last time, but I just can’t right now. It’s your turn. Make sure she does her exercises, ok? Her back is going to be horrid if she doesn’t.“
"Fine. I’ll handle the evil gate with Mom. But the next time she heads into the swamps to fight some lizard thing, you’re doing it. I freaking hate swamps.”
“His husband left him for an elf. He’s got some anger issues that he’s working through, ok? Better that he work through it on some bad guys.”
“What was that?” “Undead again.” “Oh, for the love of..look. They’re a freaking plague, and it’s getting worse. If we don’t want to keep dealing with this, we’re just going to have to go to the source.” “But….the carrots…!” “Hang the damned carrots. I’ll hire that nice boy down the street to take care of our field while we’re gone. Clean yourself up and grab your holy symbol. We’re not putting up with this for one more week.”
“Well, I always wanted to see the world. I got a small inheritance recently, and thought, why the heck not? No time like the present, right?”
“If that Sorcerer thinks he can just waltz in here and take over this town, he’s got another think coming!” “Doris, calm down. We’ll write to the King, and…” “I WILL NOT CALM DOWN. Sally, I swear, you drive me nuts sometimes.” “I’m just saying - there’s diplomatic solutions to this.” “The hell with diplomatic solutions! I WILL END HIM. ” “Fiiiiiine. Do it your way. End him with fire.” “Thank you!” *smooches* “Love you. Back when I’m back. He has NO IDEA who is coming for him.”
“What can I say? Adventuring pays the bills. I have a family to support, and turnip farming doesn’t make money like it used to.”
“Hey Phineas - for guys’ night, I have a thought. Rather than just going down to the pub like we usually do…I found a gate. No idea where it leads. Let’s go check it out. Could be fun, right?” “A gate?” “Yeah!” “This is a terrible idea. I’m in.”
“Um….well, this is awkward. You know that Goddess who spoke to me last spring?” “Oh yeah! Your whole conversion thing. Nice to see you found faith. It’s been good for you, I think.” “Well, she has something she wants me to take care of.” “What, like…a message delivered or something?” “Noooooooo?” “Seriously? You’re a florist. What does she want you to do?” “Well, now when I sing, things blow up. That’s good, right?” “This can’t end well.”
“We left for THREE WEEKS, and Barbarians razed our village. I swear, do I have to do everything myself? I JUST RE-DID THE ROOF, YOU JERKS.”
“He doesn’t think our family is good enough for him? I’ll show him who is good enough for him! My little girl is going to live in a castle, even if I have to conquer it myself!” “I’m sure he didn’t mean it that way.” “We’ll see what he has to say when I walk into Summertide with a demon’s head on a spike! Who’s good enough now, you two-bit merchant?!?”
“Your Aunt recently found out that Throgg the Destroyer is that brat she couldn’t stand at the Academy. She’s not taking it well, so we’re going to be off on a trip for a while…”
“So….funny story. You know that favor I owe the Countess? From like 20 years ago? She finally called it in. She remembered that I’m really good with Ancient Runes, and apparently there’s something she needs checked out.”
“I thought you said this adventuring thing was just a hobby, Brianna. Something we did on the weekends.” “Well, but…y'know…I really like it. I think I could be good at it. I’m getting better with the spear, you know?” “I don’t even know you anymore!” “Can’t you just be supportive?” “Well, but where does it end? First hobgoblins, now orcs…what’s next?” “I heard about this cursed tomb…” “Absolutely not. I draw the line at tombs. NO TOMBS.”
“I told you not to date that vampire. Didn’t I tell you? I told you!” “Let me live, Sergio.” “Let me unlive, you mean.” “Ok, that’s just rude.”
“Oh, sure - one good healing spell, and you think you can conquer the world.” “I can! I have the knees of a teenager again!”
“Grandpa, you’re embarrassing me.” “What, I can’t visit my grandson while he’s adventuring?” “Well, I love having you here, and everyone knows you’re a good healer, but…” “I’ll be fine. I like it here. I think I’ll stay.”
“C'mon, let’s do it. We’ve always wanted to.” “But…we don’t know what we’re doing.” “We do! We’ve each read The Book, what….15 times? I know you basically have it committed to memory.” “I don’t think 'To Catch a Rogue Lord’ was really meant as an instruction manual.” “C'mon…how hard can it be? You’ve seen the adventurers who come through here.” “Excellent point. I’ll get my herbs.”
“Honey? There’s a kid at the door. He says you’re the Chosen One.” “Arrrrgh. We talked about this! Come back later!” “He says the stars are aligned?” “Not doing it! Tell him to go away.” “Oh, and the seal broke. The seal broke, Stephen. It sounds important.” “But…” “I’ll pack you a lunch.”
“Call Sharon. She and her stupid birthmark are coming with me.” “I thought you said that translation of the prophecy was incorrect? Something about a miss-translation of verb.” “…well, at least if we fail, I won’t have to listen to Karl talking at Guild Meetings about how he was right.”
The team went back to Blue’s hanger, hoping to find Lance still there. As they approached the entrance, that heard faint…snoring? The group eased into the room, peering to discover where the noise was coming from. The sight before them could cure any diseases. Lance, who was the culprit of the noise, was curled into a tight cocoon made of blankets, snuggling against the junction between Blue’s head and shoulder. The other Lions were sprawled across the room, a silent hum emitting from them. “Should we wake him?” “I don’t know, but I do want to get to the bottom of this.” Shiro turned to Allura. “Princess? What would you decide?” Allura weighed the options, and with a quick nod, made her decision. “We’ll wake him. We can talk to him, and then he can continue to rest.” As Allura reached down to do just that, Red’s eyes came to life, and a low growl rippled across the room. Allura jerked her hand away, looking at the lion in shock. Keith looked between Lance and his Lion in awe. “…I guess we shouldn’t wake him up. We might seriously regret it.” Pidge breathily replied. “Then how will we know how and even if Lance bonded with the other Lions?!” Hearing those words, the Red Lion slowly raised to its feet, slowly approaching them. Red then sat in front of the team, gazing down. The team let out a gasp as Red sent them a vision.
They were all back at the Garrison. It was as if they were watching a movie flicker in front of their eyes. “Keith, is that you?” Pidge asked as she pointed toward a dark figure with a familiar hairstyle. “Yeah…why did Red-” “Haha! Look at that freak!” A group of three older boys snarled at past Keith, shoving him into the wall. “Yeah, he doesn’t have any friends, and everybody hates him. I even heard that he doesn’t even have a family. Congratulations, Keith. Not even your own family liked you.” The team looked in anger and shock at the scene before them. Past Keith bit the inside of his cheeks, hands clenched into fists by his side. “Just leave me. The fuck. Alone.” One of the boys shoved Keith again. “You better watch that mouth of yours before we have to teach you a lesson. Again.” The boy sneered. With a final push, the boys began to walk away. Past Keith watched as they walked away. With a huff, he grabbed his things and hurried away. The team looked at Keith. “Why would Red show us this?” Keith clenched his jaw and shrugged. Just when he was about to say something, a door opening interrupted him. Out of the door, steps Lance (past Lance that is). Lance eyes were dark and his jaw was set. His eyes kept darting from where Keith and the group of boys parted ways. “Did he…hear all that?” Pidge questioned. “It appears so.” Murmured Allura. They watched as past Lance kept clenching and unclenching his hands. Finally, giving a curt nod, Lance jogged his way in the direction the group of boys left. “What is he-” the scene around them suddenly changed. They were now in past Lance and Hunk’s shared dorm. “Honestly Lance, what did you do this time?” “What?! How could you assume I started it? I’m betrayed Hunk.” Lance fell dramatically on his bed, but when he landed, he winced and moan a small “Ow.” “LANCE!! You’re gonna hurt yourself even more!” The team gasped as they really got to study Lance for the first time. Bruises were littered across his arms and face. A black eye shined brightly with a small gash underneath it that was still bleeding. His knuckles were bloody and bruised, and there were countless red scratches decorating his body. “Honestly Lance, taking on three guys at once? What we’re you thinking?!” Hunk stated as he tended to Lance’s many wounds. “What did they do that was so bad to make you go try to fight all of them? By yourself!” Lance winced at Hunk’s words. “Easy there buddy. My brain feels like it has went through a blender, so can we keep the volume to a bare minimum please?” Hunk purses his lips into a thin line, but he didn’t say anything. A moment passed. “…they were hurting someone. Someone I care about. Look up to even. And I…I had to do something. They couldn’t get away with that.” Lance clenched his fists. “Shouldn’t.” Hunk glanced down at him and gave him a sad smile. “Well, if this ever happens again, at least think it through before you go to them, fists a-blazing. Or at least take them one at a time.” Lance beamed at him through bloodied split lips. “GROSS, DUDE! I-I think I’m gonna hurl.”
The team find themselves back in the hanger, struggling to find words to say. Keith glances at Lance’s sleeping form. “He-did he really-I don’t-why-” “I remember that.” Hunk softly interrupts Keith. “He never really told me about that fight.” Before Keith or any of the others could say a word, the Yellow Lion stepped up. Hunk looks up, eyes light with curiosity and wonder. “Yellow? What are you-” the team suddenly find themselves in another vision.
↬ Summary: There’s a darkness to your city, a murderous underbelly filled with crime and deceit that you’ve sworn to avoid at all costs. But the universe has funny ways of forcing your involvement in the form of a notorious mob boss and his young daughter. ↬ Pairing: Jeongguk x reader ↬ Genre: mafia!au ↬ Rating: Mature (for themes; subject to change in later chapters) ↬ Word Count: 7.770
Trapped on the cusp of dreams and reality, you can almost imagine your phone isn’t ringing beside you. In your dream, you’re running. Running away from something faceless, but large, and for a good second you’re able to think the ringing is your screaming, but when your screaming stops and the ringing does not, you force one eye open through the haze of sleep and reach for your phone.
It’s not on the table next to your bed, so when it stops ringing you think you’re in the clear, flopping back onto bed, but then it starts up again, and you curse loudly. The phone’s hidden in your sheets by your hip, and before you can even get the device to your ear, your brother is speaking.
Or rather, spitting, “What the fuck are you doing?”
You snort, trying to bury your face into your pillow. “What a wakeup call, Taehyung.”
“Sorry.” He sounds angry, but you pay it no mind. Taehyung leads with his emotions, acting first and thinking second. If something’s worked him up, he’ll confront the problem as quickly as possible, as is made evident by his call at- six in the goddam morning, what the hell? “Good morning, love. Sleep well?”
“Until now? Yes.”
“And you call me rude,” Taehyung laughs. “Happy now? What the hell are you doing?”
You thank any lucky stars there may be that you don’t have any classes today, and can hopefully sleep again after you finally calm Taehyung down. “Elaborate.”
Marinette’s gasp was so sharp it cut into Nino’s back like a knife, the boy instantly jumping and starting to fumble the light pink book in his hands. With a loud crash the box he had taken it from fell to the ground and he was stood facing Marinette’s horrified expression.
“I- I-” he tried to start, closing the book and holding it to his chest, every cell of his body on fire. He was so freaking caught out and confused but man this explained a LOT OF STUFF and-
“You read my diary!?”
He hated it, how betrayed she sounded, and now that he knew what was in there he totally knew why. It was his fault, it was his own fault for being so freaking stupid and lame and irrational and scared over nothing!
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Marinette I’m a- i’m such a jerk, I- seriously I just-,” he faltered again when she charged forward to rip it from him, but when he saw something almost like tears in her eyes the fountain broke, and he just started babbling.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry I just- I was talking to Alya and I worry Marinette I worry all the time, and i’m stupid and pathetic but you’re just so- you’re so perfect Mari! And I love you so much and you say it all the time and you always tell me you care about me and I know thats true I know it is, but my brain just FREAKS OUT Marinette. And I was waiting for you in here and the box was open and I knew it was your diary and I just wanted to see what you had said and see what you said when I wasn’t around and what you really thought and- and honestly the superhero thing was just kind of an unexpected other thing that was not what I was looking for but in retrospect it totally makes sense and i’m really proud of-”
“Nino-” she stopped him, and he bit his tongue as he felt the full weight of her stare. It was so heavy and her eyes were a steely kind of ice-blue as she glued him to his spot. She didn’t look betrayed, but she did look… well.
If he had to define it he’d probably say ‘incredulous’.
“You looked in my diary to see if I liked you?!”
Nino didn’t say anything, he just grinned weakly at her as her disbelief blew over into a tirade.
Prompt: Imagine working as a P.A. for Black Veil Brides on the set of Legion of the Black and having to take care of Andy when he passes out from heat stroke.
THIS IS PURE FLUFF BTW
“Cut!” Patrick shouted, and the music stopped. The director
sighed and made inaudible gestures to the various crew surrounding him. I just
shook my head, pushed the hair from my eyes, and pulled open the cheap cooler
by my feet.
Ashley smiled, whooping in glee as he rest the neck of his
guitar on the stage, running over to me. Everyone else soon followed suit.
“I honestly have no idea how you guys do this all day,” I
said, astonished, as I handed a refreshing bottle of water to Jake and CC, “I
mean, I checked on my phone, it’s a hundred and ten degrees.”
“Hah!” C.C. jabbed an accusing finger at Andy, “I called it!
Over a hundred, pay up, Biersack!”
The singer rolled his eyes, “Yeah, fine, you win, I’ll give
you the money later.”
Soon I had given all the band members a bottle, and an extra
one for Jinxx. I was the official P.A. of the illustrious Black Veil Brides.
When I got into the job I only did it because it sounded better than working at
Wendy’s or some shit just to pay off student loans. I did not, however, think
that it would involve going to the middle of the goddamn Sahara to film. I
thought I would just have to run and get smoothies for arrogant douchebags.
Instead I’m trapped in the southern part of hell, hoping I don’t burst into
“Uuugh… Andy, you dick, why’d you say desert?” Ashley
grumbled, running a hand through his sweaty hair, “we could be filming anywhere
else and you chose the desert?”
“Shut up, it’ll look amazing,” Andy muttered a quick thanks
to me before taking the bottle from my hand, his fingertips brushing against
the side of my hand, “anyway, at least you’re not Alicia. You know how many
scenes she’s gotta do tomorrow?”
Jinxx pitched in, “But Alicia’s makeup is just a bunch of
smeared oil. I saw her pour some water on her hair earlier and wanted to punch
something I was so jealous,” he added, “We get any water on our stuff and we’re
I chuckled, nudging Jinxx’s side, “Why don’t you just
boycott the makeup forever?”
“I’ll toast to that,” C.C. raised his almost empty water
bottle like a champagne glass, “to never wearing makeup again!”
Eventually everyone was clinking their plastic bottles to a
makeup-less future. Andy grinned, “At least we only have an hour left.”
Ashley choked on his water, his eyes wide with surprise, “At
least an hour! At least!”
I rolled my eyes at Ashley’s shock, “Hey, keep in mind that
the crew has to be out here till nightfall so you can both your mouths.” I said
jokingly. Andy laughed, taking another sip of his drink. Although, it wasn’t as
clear cut as I put it. Hence the title of the movie, ‘Legion of the Black’, the
boys were clad in nothing but shiny black leather and cloth. I would take the
white shorts and short sleeved t-shirt I had on over that any day. Overall,
Andy probably had it the worst. He was up an extra hour before everyone else to
do his scenes with Alicia, where they finished up Resurrect The Sun.
“All right everyone, we shoot in five!” Patrick called, and
the boys groaned, throwing away their bottles into the spare bin near the tent.
Andy waved to me before running up to his stand and I
flashed him a quick smile in return. I’ll admit, one of the best parts about
this job was the boys. I’ve been working as a P.A. for about three years now
and when I got drafted to work for an obscure, punk rock, heavy metal band
called Black Veil Brides It almost made all the other countless jobs for
assholes like Gene Hackman and Taylor Swift worth it. They didn’t treat me like
trash, they smiled and talked to me before doing takes, and, when my boyfriend
of three years dumped me, they comforted me, told me that he didn’t deserve me
and overall made the whole experience hurt a lot less. I had no idea why, after
a year of working with them on tour and during video shoots I still had no idea
why I hadn’t been relocated to another movie shoot but Jesus, I’m thankful to
work with people like them.
Just then I felt a buzz in my back pocket. I took out my
phone and saw that it was Lisa. Usually I would stay and watch the boys preform
but… Lisa hadn’t been able to call for a while and I did need to check up on
her. The song they were shooting for, Abeyance, came on over the old boom box
and they started to preform, so while I brought the phone to my ear, I walked
away from the set and behind a tent.
“Hey, Y/N! Sorry I
haven’t been able to call for a while. My asshat of a boss made me do overtime
yesterday and I forgot to ring you up,” Lisa, my roommate back in Chicago,
I snickered, “Forget it, it’s okay. Hopefully you’ll get the
promotion soon and then you can make his life hell.”
“Ah, yes. Vengeance
and spite. The two motivations that get me up in the morning,” I laughed,
and began not paying attention to the music playing from the set.
“So how’s the desert
been?” I gave her an exasperated groan. “…That
“Lisa, it feels like I am in Satan’s anus it’s so hot, I
feel like I’m going to combust into flames.” I heard her lowly whistle over the
“Well, if it makes you
feel any better, that bitch Lindsey Lohan you filmed with a year ago just got
arrested,” I gasped. Lindsey Lohan. Two years ago I was filming something
with her and on the second day of the shoot she hadn’t turned up on set. The
director, a nice girl if I remember right, asked Y/N, the brand new P.A., to go
to Lindsey’s trailer and wake her up. When I knocked on the door she shouted at
whoever was there to get out. I insisted that she was missing from the set and
the director asked me to come get her. In response, she threw open the door of
the trailer, poured half a bottle of scotch on my head, spit at me, and told me
to fuck off. Needless to say, that was one of, if not the worst day of my life.
So by now I was too deep in the conversation to notice that the music had
stopped. “Yeah. Cops down in San
Francisco had a hunch, you know? They thoughts they’d find some weed or
something in her flat. Guess what they found?”
“What?” Distantly, I could hear something off in the
direction of the set.
I could practically hear the malicious grin in her voice. “You name it. PCP, crack, LSD, everything
under the sun.” I was bending over laughing I was so happy, and only
stopped when I heard distressed shouting from the set.
“I know, right? She’ll
be away for a long ti-“
The jokes forgotten, I was starting to feel panicked,
“Listen, Lisa, something’s gone wrong on set. I’ll call you back,” and I
promptly disconnected the call, stuffed my phone in my pocket and sprinted over
to the set.
When the set came into view, a small crowd had gathered
around the center of it. Brief panic turned to fear as I tried to push through
the sea of people.
“Hey! What happened?” I asked one person, and I
distinctively heard someone shout my name.
“There she is- Y/N! It’s Andy he… shit, he just…” I heard
Ashley say and my worry spiked. Once I pushed through the crowd my eyes landed
on the dusty desert ground and I felt my stomach drop. Andy had collapsed on
the ground, face down on the sandy terra.
My breathing escalated and I crouched down beside Andy, my
hand reaching to search for his pulse and inevitably located the steady beat of
his heart somewhere down his neck. I looked up at Ashley questioningly, “What
the hell happened?”
“I don’t know! Everything was normal and suddenly Andy just
dropped.” I was about to try and wake him up when I heard Patrick’s angry
shouts from across the scattered crowd.
“Heat stroke! You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me, Biersack.
Of all the days to beauty sleep you chose today
of all days!” He ranted and I felt my blood boil.
“Sir,” I growled
with an edge of bitterness, “Andy has just passed
out. And it’s not unbelievable with this sun. Therefore, I will be taking
him to his trailer to be sure that he is alright. And if you have any
complaints you can take it up with the medic you surely hired just in case
something like this would happen.” The director’s face paled. He knew just what
I was implying. I had strongly urged as an experienced P.A, that going to film
in the desert and not hire a medic because of funds was incredibly risky and
incredibly illegal, which worked well in my favor.
Jinxx snickered at Patrick’s face and C.C. had to suppress
laughter. I slipped an arm around Andy’s shoulder and tried to lift him. Ashley
noticed and helped me get him upright. Despite his slim frame, he was
“Hey, Y/N?” Ashley asked as I pulled open the door to the
band’s trailer. I hummed in response, the majority of my attention devoted to
helping Andy and making sure he was okay. “Thanks for sticking up for Andy back
there. Patrick is seriously a huge hard-ass and needs to let up on him.”
I shook my head, “You better be fucking grateful, I probably
just lost my job over you jerks,”
Ashley beamed, “Come on, you know you can always find a job
with us. Personal butler sounds quite fitting.” Resisting the urge to shove the
guitarist was almost too great.
“Oh shut up and help me get this
idiot into bed.”
Ashley went back to the set to smooth things over with
Patrick, leaving me alone with the barely conscious Andy. He hadn’t exactly
awoken but had taken to mumbling, his eyelids shut tightly. His skin was
suspiciously dry but flushed red and burning. Jinxx called me earlier and said
that Patrick, being the cheap prick he is, wouldn’t waste hundreds of dollars
for a doctor to inspect what he called ‘a fever’ and said that I had to get
Andy back on his feet by tomorrow. That bastard… I’m working off of symptoms
that I googled on fucking WebMD, how am I supposed to deal with this?
“Mmm… M’it hurts…” Andy mumbled.
I hummed, “I know, just hold on…” Finally, I found what I was looking
for on the shitty website.
Heatstroke treatment centers on
cooling your body to a normal temperature to prevent or reduce damage to your
brain and vital organs. To do this, your doctor may take these steps: Immerse
you in cold water. A
bath of cold or ice
water can quickly lower your temperature.
gotta be kidding me.” There weren’t any baths in the trailer, or showers for
that matter. It wasn’t an RV, just a rental trailer.
idea popped into my head. Maybe not as effective as a bath but it might do the
trick. I grabbed a spare rag from the drawer, dipped it in water and ringed it out
until it was cool and damp.
this might sting,” I mumbled to myself, seeing as how Andy probably couldn’t
even hear me. I gently pressed the towel to Andy’s forehead and he instantly
recoiled with a wince.
I get it hurts but please just stay
still.” He twitched here and there but after a while he kept still and let me
work. Everything was going perfectly well until his mumbling got more
prominent. Originally, it was just funny, as he started talking about cats and
batman, some strange dream he must’ve been having, but then everything went
downhill when I started hearing my name
fall from his lips.
He muttered, and I spun around from my spot in the kitchen. I shook my head,
thinking I must’ve just misheard him or something. But it happened again, this
time sounding more like plea.
I walked over to him, setting the thermostat on the end table beside the couch.
“Andy, you awake?” But he gave no response. He just repeated my name again. By
now I had begun to notice a small bead of sweat forming on his temple, despite
the fact that I had managed to get his temperature to a normal balance half an
no…” He started turning from side to side, his hands twitching and clenching in
the hell? “Andy, it’s okay, I’m right here,” I said softly, trying to wrestle
his hands to be still. He didn’t slow, only becoming more and more anxious.
hurt her,” and now even his shoulders were spazzing out, “get… out…”
as it was probably easy to guess, trying to hold down a convulsing, 6’4 heat
stoke patient who was at least a foot taller than you is pretty difficult and I
ended up with my legs trying to pin down his torso and my hands holding down his
please calm down!” I shouted, trying to wake up the singer.
heart skipped a beat when his words reached my ears. Realization hit me, a
baseball bat swung to my chest and Jesus, it hit a home run. Andy, my best
friend for over a year, was having a nightmare about me.
come on, it’s just a dream, wake up!” His words were rattling in my head. In
his tired voice was genuine concern. And there were those few syllables that I
couldn’t ignore. Just two, though. ‘Love her’
did that mean? He surely didn’t mean any more than a friend, right?
didn’t wake up at all. His twitching only increased to painful thrashing. I
couldn’t hold his legs down anymore and I could only barely hold his arms down
to the couch. It felt like I was riding a bull it was so difficult. If I let
him go he would surely have a stroke.
please stop it!” I shouted, and still nothing. So I did all I could do. Without
actually thinking things through, I leaned my head down and quickly pressed my
lips to his, praying that it might calm him down.
limbs stilled, the only tremor remaining was a small twinge in his fingertips. Kissing
him felt… nice. His lips were surprisingly smooth, and I forgot to pull away.
Then, after a few more extended seconds of chaste kisses, I felt a small pressure
on the back of my neck, creeping up and tangling itself in my hair. My eyes
went wide and I pulled away to see Andy’s bright blue eyes staring back at me,
a victorious sparkle within the hue. He was smiling widely, and I grasped the
compromising position the two of us were in.
isn’t what it looks like!” I shouted as I sprung off of him like a startled
cat, scrambling back to the kitchen, blushing furiously.
laughed, “How else is it supposed to look? Y/N, I knew you liked me but in my
sleep, I never would’ve guessed!”
ran through my head madly and I had no idea what to do. I mean, how the hell do
you even respond to that? “Andy, please-“
singer stood up, still chuckling mildly, “Last thing I remembered was passing
out on set and then someone kissing me? I half expected it to be C.C. giving me
mouth to mouth or some shit, so you can see how I was pleasantly surprised.” He
droned on, walking over to me as I grew more and more embarrassed. I just kiss
my boss when he was sleeping. That was
a fucking line I really shouldn’t have crossed.
sorry, please just let me explain-“ My hands gipped at the edges of the kitchen
sink as he approached me.
mean, Jake and Ashley said that there’s no way she would make the first move,
C.C. said that you did. Guess I owe him ten bucks, huh?” My head was lowered as
I came to terms with what was about to happen.
get my shit in the after the shoot,” I forced the words out of my clogged
throat, my hands shaking.
raised an eyebrow, “Wait, what?”
turned around to look at him slowly, “I’m fired, right? I just fucking kissed
my boss while he was sleeping…”
shook his head, “Y/N-“
though I only did it because you got heat stroke and were having a nightmare
and some kind of seizure and you were just spazzing on the couch and there
really wasn’t anything I could do because Patrick was too cheap to hire a
goddamn medic and I-“
I did all that I could do but I’m just a P.A. and it was stupid of me to think
we were friends and even when I may have thought it was more I just tried to
help you so I got on top of you because your legs were shaking and I-“ That was
when he grabbed my arm and leaned down in front of me.
“Please, just calm down. I’m not going to fire you, that’s stupid.” He spoke
slowly, like he understood the boiling point I was falling over.
stood, bewildered and backed up against the kitchen sink, registering the
space, or lack thereof, between us. “Y/N, what I wanted to say is that I really
enjoyed that, okay?”
are you saying…” The very concept of someone else ever enjoying kissing with me
was so foreign I couldn’t even fathom it.
you’re dense,” Andy whispered, before pressing his lips against mine. Even
though I had done the exact same thing moments before, I still felt utterly
taken aback when he initiated it, though. The fireworks were more prominent,
they were brighter than before. Electricity sparked though my skin as his hands
slipped down to my side to rest on my hips. The taste of the hot sun of his still-warm
lips was addictive and I couldn’t get enough of it. The only thing that made me
pull away was the burning need for oxygen in my lungs.
I gasped out, taking deep breaths of air.
grinned, “Yeah… wow.”
a moment of awkward silence, he said, “So, maybe after we get out of the
goddamn Sahara desert, think maybe we could get a coffee or something?”
I fucking loved/hated writing this. I mean, I was considering turning this into smut but I honestly have no idea how to actually write smut. I mean I read it plenty, who doesn’t, but really I have no blues clues how to do this shit.
This all happened while one of my friends was dm'ing. As a bit of context we were walking through a volcano hunting for a few things for each of us, there was a elf ranger, halfling rouge, human samurai, a human gunslinger and a human wizard(brother sister combo) and a gnome bard (me), my main reason for wanting to enter this volcano was to kill a greater fire elemental to craft a flame sword. But our other reason was to hunt down a group of bandits who kept causing the samurai’s home city problems. And for our help we received a sentient airship
Samurai: well that’s the last of them. Let’s get back to the airship and get home. I don’t like being here.
Bard (me): no! We can’t leave yet! You all promised me that if I killed four of them we could rest up at their camp and go and find the fire elemental I need for my sword!
Gunslinger *sighs heavily*: I just know this will end badly but I guess he did kill seven of them.
Bard: because I was the only one who could.. I mean seriously. How was I, the one who was able to kill the seven head bandits but everyone else sat around with their thumbs up their butts?
-needless to say I was actin like a jerk for my character-
Samurai: fine! We will go!
Rouge,OOC: look, in just gonna follow, and say I did something, but there is really nothing here for me.
*everyone laughs as we rest up before our fight, long story short we find the elemental and realize it was a horrible idea*
Samurai, who is almost dead: can we run now!?
Bard, while at only one hp: NO! We almost got him! I can tell!
Gunslinger: why not just charm the thing?
DM: you could do that. Doubt it will work.
Gunslinger: yeah if I did that it wouldn’t work, but bards are the cause of all half creatures! *the gunslinger and the wizard both turn to me*
Wizard, OOC: I will give you ten bucks right now, if you can seduce the greater fire elemental and get us out of this fight.
Me, after having thought for a while: might as well give it a shot. *rolls a bat 20*
DM: I can’t believe that this is about to happen.. well the 67’ greater fire elemental seams to have fallen for the 4'2" gnome…
me, turning to the wizard who has a 20 in his hand, not even caring that I don’t have change, saying that I earned it.
-friends reference it constantly-
Warnings: Hinted at violence, mentions of blood, fluff, angst.
A/N: Hope you enjoy this lil not so lil fic, American Beauty//American Psycho will go up during the week. Let me know what you think my loves!
“Woah what happened you?”
“Fucking Ghoulie” Sweet Pea stomped inside your trailer and threw himself down on the couch. Eye bruising, head cut and lip swelling slightly. He was a sight to behold.
“Aww poor baby” you teased and he glared.
“Just fix it, that’s your job isn’t it?”
“I’m the gang medic not the gang slave” you shot back.
You kneeled on the couch in order to look properly at the cut on his head starting in his jet black hair.
“Wow Ynn on your knees for me? You tease”
“Careful Sweet Pea or your eyes will be a matching set” you played back. Always the same flirtatious exchanges that never mounted to anything.
Still on your knees you leaned further in, tilting his head down to reach the very start of the cut before starting to clean it out.
“You know you’re basically forcing my head into your chest right now yeah?”
“Are we complaining?” you dabbed an especially large amount of antiseptic on his head and he let out a hiss.
“Nope, never” he gripped your hips harshly and seemed to channel his pain into them, you didn’t really feel it at all.
“You’re crossing the line of doctor patient relationship SP” you put the steristrips on the cut and covered most of them with his hair to hide them before moving into the eye.
“Shame” he smirked. You sat back so you were cross-legged, pulling Sweet Pea closer to inspect his eye.
“This was just an excuse so you could spend the night looking deep in my eyes wasn’t it” he grins at you and you flash a small beaming bright light into his eyes.
“Yup your pupils dilated fine there” you laughing as he shoves you backwards before hovering over the length of your body. He shifts to prop himself up, still holding himself over you.
“No need to patch up the black eye now that I’m blind”
“You’re right, we should fix your lip though” you half catch him by the chin and drag him down closely, him willingly going. Your faces were mere millimeters away. He slowly closed his eyes but quickly you grab a cotton pad soaked in antiseptic and press it to his lip as he half howls in the pain of the burn and the surprise.
“You bitch!” He shoots up kneeling, leg either side of you as he pats dry his lip.
“That’s an odd way to say thank you” you smirk and he begins tickling you mercilessly as you were caught halfway between screaming and laughing.
“Okay truce truce truce!” He finally stopped as you began to turn slightly purple. You were regaining your strength as you both stared at each other sweetly, him still kneeling above you. His phone buzzing to life broke you both from your trance.
“Hello-Yeah-Yeah-Really?-FPs son?-yeah-Emm not I’m really busy-” he glanced at you apologetically and you bit your lip, averting your gaze “-okay-okay-Ill be right there-yeah-talk to you later”
“Will I have a bunch of you to stitch up later orrrr”
“No-” he laughed again “FP was busted for that murder thing on the Northside, typical that we get the blame. But anyway he didn’t name names with the drug’s side of it so it’s time to follow the rules and start looking after FP jr, going over there now with the gang to let him know” he reluctantly got off the couch and fixed his jacket and collar in the mirror. Sweet Pea was fiercely loyal, especially to the Serpents. They had given him everything when his world was taken from him a few years ago. No one knew what that meant to him like you did. You were best friends ever since. You stood and behind him, helping to fix his collar.
“FP jr…oh waits he’s kinda hot, I wonder if he’s single?” you half whispered behind him, knowing it was driving him mental.
Suddenly Sweet Pea turned, grabbed onto you before turning again, half slamming you into the wall on which the mirror hung. You let out a slight sexually charged whimper at the sudden control he was taking and he smirked. Damn it you thought. He was inches from your face once again.
“Yeah, I thought so” he winked before releasing you, reveling in the little victory you just granted him while you cursed yourself.
“Maybe I should give him a phone call” you called after Sweet Pea as he went for the door.
“It’ll be the last phone call he ever gets” Sweet Pea half slammed the trailer door. He won the battle but you won that war.
Over the next few weeks you were introduced to Jughead and his subsequent Northside world. You found yourself falling slowly for the idea of the Northside, a place free from direct negative association. With the more time you spent in the north, the less you spent in the South and with Toni and Sweet Pea. It had not gone unnoticed, especially by Sweet Pea. He had wanted to like Jughead but your intense interest in him and his world had completely put him off, along with Jugheads initial reluctance to embrace all things Southside.
The rain hit off your tin roof viciously, it was nights like these you spent curled in your trailer often before chaos of a fight would ensue and your trailer would be full of casualties for you to repair. Tonight was no different.
“I mean god forbid you fight when it’s dry and sunny and Toy Story isn’t on the TV for fuck sake” you finished bonding together Fangs Fogarty’ check gnash with the medical glue, the enduring your rambles. You moved your way along the string of Serpents, repairing each as they told of their fight with the Northsiders before being interrupted by a “psycho girl with a gun”.
“Wait…where’s Sweet Pea?!” You searched around the room when you got to the end of the line and they began filtering out.
“He’s still with the police, he’s been in and out with them for for past month more than any of us so they kept him in longer” Fangs replied as the gang began to move on and out
“wait why so much?”
“All petty crimes, don’t worry, it’s only your fault” Rocky jeered before exiting.
“Wait what” you caught Fangs shoulder before he could slip out too.
“Well I mean you’re not around to rein him in lately so he’s bound to go off to his own devices to distract him”
“What do you mean I’m not around?!”
“Gotta ask yourself that question Northsider” Johnny scoffed before you pinned him to the door frame of the trailer with your forearm.
“What was that Johnny?” You bit.
“Noth-nothing yn sorry…thanks for realigning my wrist…”
“That’s what I thought” you jostled him back and he half fell out the door down the steps, Fangs laughing at him before he met your glare and stopped.
You began cleaning up the trailer and changing into your PJs before sitting and waiting for Sweet Pea to come with his own injuries. He didn’t. You spent the whole night sitting, looking at the door and waiting for your jet black haired friend to come in giving out about something or other. He didn’t. You eventually drifted off into a nightmare fueled sleep.
You woke in a cold sweat thinking of all the things that could have happened to him during the fight, during being in the holding in the prison, on the walk home, in his own trailer. The thoughts were eating you alive. 5.30am gleamed on the clock, he had to be home by now.
Dressed in your pj top, shorts and slippers you grabbed a dressing gown and threw it on before dashing across the trailer park to where Sweet Pea lived alone. You banged harshly on the door, fear and cold getting to you.
“Jesus Christ what?!?! Are you trying to wake the whole park?!?!” He half shouted, squinting and groggy. You just dove at him, arms wrapping tightly around his tall build.
“Woah what who died?” You didn’t answer and just held him slightly tighter.
“Okay seriously ynn who is dead?! Is it Hot Dog?! Oh please don’t say it’s Hot Dog!! Say it’s Fogarty before saying it’s Hot Dog! ” He pulled you inside his disgruntled trailer.
“I thought you died you big jerk! Why didn’t you let me know you were okay!?” You went from hugging his chest to hitting his chest.
“Thought you’d be busy checking if your new Northsider boyfriend was okay, didn’t want to bother you with my Southside problems” you broke from him and looked extremely confused.
“Don’t give me that ynn, we all know it’s what you want. A nice, happy, safe home, away from all this Serpent crap, it’s why you’re the medic now and stopped working jobs with me, don’t lie to me”
“Firstly I HAD to stop working jobs, I was the only one my mom had trained in her trade before she died so I didn’t have a choice there, secondly I wouldn’t dream of leaving my Serpent family, there crap is my crap and thirdly I can have a nice, happy, mostly safe home in the Serpent’s, it’s what I have!”
“IT’S NOT THE SAME! YOU WANT TO LEAVE! I KNOW YOU DO! YOU SHOULD JUST LEAVE ALREADY AND STOP PROLONGING THE INEVITABLE AND JUST LEAVE! YOU DESERVE BETTER THAN THE SERPENTS! You deserve better than me” his true feelings came to light once more, the eternal and never ending fear of being abandoned again. Your anger drained from you then.
“Sweet Pea I could never ever leave you, I could never ever leave the Serpents. You’re more deserving of love then you realise and Sweet Pea-” you took his face in your hands to force him to look down into your eyes. He placed his own hands over yours to hold them there.
“-I love you” your hands on his cheeks went around his neck and you pulled him down to meet your lips. His hands went to your sides. You broke apart and just held each other for a moment, your head buried in his chest and his resting on the top of your head.
“I lo-“ it was like his tongue was completely tied in itself and you could see him curse himself. He wasn’t used to hearing it, wasn’t used to saying it and wasn’t use to feeling it.
"its okay” you said into his chest.
“i love you too” he whispered against your hair.
“I’ll make sure you have a nice, happy, always safe home ynn, I won’t let anyone hurt you”
“You’ll never be alone as long as I’m around Sweet Pea, I’ll keep you safe from your own thoughts” you kissed again.
“I love you, you giant goof but if you ever scare me like that again, you’re going to need to go to a regional hospital” you winked.
“Ive got all I need in the medic that you are” he kissed you sweetly then again
“They dared me to do it. I couldn’t just say no. Do you know what they’d say if they found out I actually like you?”
“Oh, and what’s wrong with me?!” You throw your pen down on the table and it bounces off to hit him in the chest. “Am I not pretty enough?! Am I too fat?! Is it because I care about getting an education and you’re just here to waste grant money?!” you close your laptop and start shoving your things into your bag. “You’re caught up in your bullshit fucking bad boy persona and you only care about your garbage friends liking you.” You swing your bag over your shoulder and turn to leave. You pick up the coffee and throw it at him. It pops open as it hits him and he just sits there with warm liquid soaking his shirt and jacket.
Shawn is left sitting there in silence as you walk out to go finish your assignment at home. He didn’t even try to fight back which surprised you and you can only hope your words got through to him.
Waking up sweaty and wet every morning is getting old. It seems that every night you dream of Shawn. It was sad how you couldn’t just get over how he touched you. His hands felt so good, his mouth even better. You slide your hand down your pants and begin rubbing yourself slowly. The thought of his mouth against you, tongue flicking your clit, two fingers curling inside of you as he works you closer to an orgasm. You lift your butt up, bracing your feet on the bed and press two fingers inside yourself, eyes shut tight, imagining Shawn there with you.
Half an hour after you finish, you remember why you hate Shawn. You feel guilty for pleasuring yourself to the thought of him. He was an asshole. You did NOT like him. You had to remind yourself constantly, he had made you come and feel so good, but he could never do it again.
You open your window for some fresh air while you get ready for class and there’s a note tucked under the trim against the glass. You grab it and open it up.
Need to talk - SM
You ball it up and toss it in the trash bin under your bedside table. You weren’t ready to talk to him yet.
A = Aftercare Ten is such an angel, he can’t rest after you’re finished until he knows you’re okay, comfortable, and happy. He’s out the bed faster than you can catch your breath and returning with a warm rag and some water because he ‘wore you out, you need to rehydrate’ before he will even allow you to cuddle up to him and go to sleep.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Ten has an almost unreal obsession with your eyes, I think he’s a pretty loving…lover…so he likes to keep eye contact, seeing the lust and affection in your eyes, knowing they mimic what you seen in his. Aside the fact he just thinks your eyes are the more beautiful thing he’s ever seen, he can read your emotions like a book, knowing he’s hit the right spot when your eyes widen or when you’re close when they flutter shut. We all knowaside from his noseTen’s dancer hips are where it’s at, and he knows it too. His hips are the main reason that he gets to see the look of pleasure cloud your eyes, his hips play a huge part in his dancing that he’s pretty proud of, why wouldn’t that carrying over to the horizontal tango, right?
C = Cum Ten’s a pretty passionate lover, he doesn’t voice this but he thinks it’s kind of degrading to just…jizz all over you for no reason, 9/10 he’ll cum in you/the condom #RubberUpForDanKids. Then it’s his unspoken job to make sure he’s cleaned you well before you carry on with your day,
D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) Ten’s not a dirty boy by nature, he’s pretty sweet and innocent, and that’s how the majority of your relationship is; sweet and innocent. So the fact that he may or may not have had a rough night, and may or may not have jerked off to one of your completely goofy snapchat pictures is a secret he’ll take to his grave. How could he tell you he touch his dick to a normal picture of you with dog features, c’mon.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) I’m 119% sure Ten is the most innocent baby you’ll ever meet, like this boy seriously gonna get all awkward and look away when some girl popper her booty like cmon…..he’s soft. Even his teacher said he was more interested in dancing than in girls, so I think he’s one of the boys that’s going to be a clean slate and you have to teach him a lot of stuff, mold him into your perfect match.
F = Favorite position Again, Ten’s pretty much a clean slate when it comes to sex, and he’s the sweetest and most loving boyfriend you could hope to find, he rarely ventures beyond missionary. He likes the full on contact, and being able to look in your eyes, kiss you easily, it’s a comfortable position for both of you. If anything else, he’ll spoon you so he can still hold you, but on the norm, he’s just a missionary guy.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) Because Ten is kinda awkward seeing sexy things, and he doesn’t seem like he really has any experience, I imagine he’d be full of nervous giggles the first few times, not really knowing what to do and more focused on listening to what you’re telling him to do than anything. But after he gets the hang of it, I’m sure he’ll still be a ball of fun, he’s kind of a meme too, he can’t even keep the dorky smile off his face while he’d dick popping to Hide And Freak, he’s a dorky mess in the sheets too.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they) Like Johnny, we’ve seen his tummy quite a few times and it’s pretty darn clean, not even a trail of hair, so I think he’s pretty cleaned down there too. Plus I think I’ve even seen pics where he had no pit hair either…like he waxed or shaved his armpits….so yeah, he’s a clean baby.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) Ten is that boyfriend that is THE boyfriend you want, he’s got matching couple cases with Johnny, c’mon he’d be the cutest, sweetest bf ever. He’d treat you like royalty, after he may or may not have watched one too many romance movies, it’s not uncommon for him to at the very least have soft music playing and mood lighting, even candles decorating the bathroom when he decides you need a relaxing bath that he so happens to join. He’s not much of a PDA guy, so he goes all out with his love expressions here, to let you know how much he really loves you and appreciates you.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation) Ten’s a very good dancer, he practices a lot, so you’re not always around. As long as there’s a lock on the bathroom door, he will deal with his situation. Not that the lock helps much, Ten’s not very good at keeping his voice under control, whether it be with you or just his hand, everyone knows what’s going on when you hear Ten’s incoherent moaning.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) I don’t see Ten having many kinks, if any at all? I just think we hype his sexualnessthats not a wordup way too much, he really seems pretty vanilla to me. Not that that’s a bad thing, but Ten seems really basic and standard. If anything, praise might be a slight kink, adding to his motivation, but that doesn’t really qualify entirely.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) Besides the comfort of your bed, the only place he enjoys doing the do is the bath, he takes full advantage of the bathroom having a spacious bath, and the sneaky way he pretends he just wants a bath to relax with his lover. We all know if you get in that bath, you’re going to end up dirtier than when you got in. And the best part about bath sex? You can just get clean again…and dirty again…and clean again…
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) Honestly the thing that gets him going is just knowing how much you love him, when you purposely overdo the compliments and praising his looks or dancing or voice, he knows what you’re up to. You’ve slightly conditioned him that way, it was sort of your way of telling him you wanted some time alone with him.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Public sex is literally not on the menu. The thrill of public sex is the knowledge that literally anyone could see you, making it a game of being sneaky, but Ten cannot handle that. He’d be too paranoid of getting in trouble for public indecency or one of the members walking in on you in the living room, he made sure to shut down that idea instantly.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) Like Johnny, he doesn’t really like isolating his pleasure, he wants to be able to please you the same as you do him, so when the act of oral comes up, it’s more often than not 69. At first he was kind of messy, not really know what he was supposed to do, or how to do it well, but by the end of your ‘lesson’, you turned him into a pro.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Ten’s dancing is very flowy, smooth movements like water. A perfect lover at heart, his pace leans more towards slow and sensual, he likes stretching out the pleasure for the both of you, making sure you’re both completely satisfied and that you fully feel his love.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) It’s an odd occurrence, but when the moment arises where you two don’t have the proper time to deal with it, he pretty much needs the quickie. Ten isn’t one that can just ignore his dick hard and ruining his life, it needs to be dealt with, and if you’re around, would you really reject some more fun with Ten?
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) I deadass think Ten would cry if someone walked in on your two, he’d be so mortified. I definitely don’t see him taking any risks that happen outside of the bedroom or bathroom, he’s very private with his affection to you, it’d kill him if someone saw you two doing something naughty. Although I don’t see him enjoying many things beyond typical sex(ie. bringing in toys or kinks or whatever), if you propose them, he’d try them out at least, but I don’t see him taking to anything more than just you and him together.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) Ten is a damn good dancer, and he’s been doing it since he was a kid, so I don’t think he gets winded, he doesn’t get tried easily. As many rounds as you can handle, he’ll gladly give you them. Nana said he’s a ‘long fuck, he’s a go all night till you see the sunlight kind of fuck’, literally my 60+ year old grandma said that, she knows what she’s talking about.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) I don’t think toys have ever cross his mind, unless you brought it up. He’s more of a hands on lover, he-like Taeyong- enjoys the fact that it’s you and him alone that makes the sex between you two so pleasurable. That it’s your affection and love and desire for one another that takes you to nirvana, not some silicon toy or vibrator, I don’t see him dipping his toes into that pool.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He’s not much of a tease, Ten likes making sure you’re both on the same level of pleasure. Foreplay is a must, but once you tell him to get on with it, he complies easily.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) I don’t think he’s very vocal, he doesn’t say much beyond whispering a few I loves yous during the act, but he’s a definite moaner, he’s not quiet at all, if you’re in the house, you will hear Ten, that’s a fact. And to his horror, is a reason for the taunting from the other boys after one of them heard him.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) Your first time together, a story you liked to tease Ten over, stemmed from Ten having a wet dream. What other outcome could there possibly be when you’re woken up in the middle of the night by your boyfriend groaning your name and practically humping you in his sleep besides waking him up and dealing with his…situation?
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) In my Nana’s wise words, Ten’s ‘too pretty to have those weird, forearm sized wieners. He ain’t big but those hips…it’s all good shorty’. I agree, either he does a really good tuck job, or he’s just not on the bigger side, which really doesn’t mean anything. The boy makes up for everything with his pretty face and those goddamn hips will take you to another world no matter what.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) I don’t think Ten has a very high sex drive, I think most of his energy is worked off with his dancing, I’m think his drive is actually pretty average.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) I think Ten is a lover than likes to cuddle and talk about your relationship and how much he loves you and how the universe works every night, it’s part of your sleep schedule so it certainly becomes part of the after-sex routine. He doesn’t fall asleep easily afterwards, he wants to stay up, make sure you’re okay, eat, talk, clean up, cuddle, and then maybe he’ll go to sleep. That is, as long as your post sex convos don’t dip into aliens, then he’s never going to sleep.
Prompt: Betty and Jughead fight over the same library table.
Several months into her college career, Betty discovered the perfect spot in the library. It was a single-person table nestled in the back of the third floor between the political and English theater sections. It was an area that had very little foot traffic with the added bonus of being a comfortable distance from the restrooms - an incomparable benefit for an avid coffee drinker such as Betty. It was perfection.
And then he showed up.
Logically, Betty knew that she could not be upset with a stranger for discovering her table. Just as she had every right to sit there in between classes and on an odd Friday night, so did he. Yes, logically, Betty knew that she did not have an indignant leg to stand on. Realistically, though, she didn’t care. That stranger took her perfect library spot and she was mad as hell.
Title: Teenage Rebellion Fandom: Stranger Things Characters: Jonathan Byers x Reader Reader Gender: Female Word Count: 1,355 Warnings: Some swearing, mentions of bullying Notes: Based on a request from an anon for “Could you do a Jonathan Byers fic with the prompt ‘I always hide in this one stairwell whenever I’m having a mental breakdown / existential crisis / etc but today when I came here you were already there’ Thank you!”
Jonathan Byers had grown very accustomed to people whispering about him, often pointing and giggling amongst themselves as they did so. Because of this, it didn’t bother him when a few of his peers began gossiping about him – until he heard his mother’s and brother’s names come up.
“I still don’t think that Will Byers ever really went missing. That freak show of a family probably just wanted to land some paid interviews or something.”
“I think the mom is a bit of a schizo. She probably just had a psychotic break and made the whole thing up.”
Jonathan could hear the teacher yelling after him as he left the room. He knew that if he had to sit there and listen to those idiots for another second, he’d have ended up getting suspended. The teachers would undoubtedly be looking for him, so he went to the one place he knew they’d never check.
I love how you rub Tony in Steve's face. literally nothing makes me happier than reading how bitter things end up for him. give me any and all the Steve realising what a jerk-ward he is and having tony being happy shoved into him and his 'team's' smug little faces.
“Thanks for cooking dinner. It was -”
“You should go. To him, I mean. No hard feelings. We’re still a team. Nothing will change even though we’re over.”
“Seriously. It’s fine. I know you want him. You should find him and then have what you want.”
“… Thank you.”
Tony’s throat ached. Taking a shot of vodka didn’t help. If anything, it just made him feel even more maudlin. He didn’t know why he kept doing this. Re-watching the precise moment that his and Steve’s relationship had officially ended was like the worst kind of torture. It brought that awful feeling of suffocation roaring back, especially since he could see details now that he couldn’t see at the time, when he’d been too busy drawing on every ounce of strength to hold himself together until Steve hurried out of the room.
Things like the wariness on Steve’s face when Tony first spoke, which all too quickly changed to shock and then - like a knife to the heart - relief. That relief confirmed everything Tony needed to know: if he ever started thinking that maybe he’d made a mistake, watching this minute-long video would set him straight. Steve had never really wanted him. Tony was a convenient stand-in. Second best, if that. And as soon as Steve had found out that Bucky was alive, it was like Tony ceased to matter. They’d barely hard a relationship in the end, as Steve’s time away searching had grown longer and his greetings to Tony colder.
“Play it again, FRI,” he said hoarsely, grabbing the bottle. In spite of how easily that shot had gone down, that was only his first. He watched it again, hand shaking a little as Steve turned and rushed out of the room. Didn’t even give a second look to the man who’d funded Steve’s life in the future and loved Steve with everything he had, just ran away like an imprisoned man offered freedom.
And now here it was two years later. The civil war that had torn the team apart was done and over. Tony had a new team now, and a new life. Even a new lover. Peter Quill, leader of the Guardians, was as different from Steve as anyone could be. He was funny and sarcastic and he loved to dance; that was actually how they’d kissed for the first time, after Peter had grabbed Tony’s hands and hauled him up to dance to some music. When a slower song came on, Peter hadn’t let go. He’d just leaned in and given Tony the perfect first kiss. It was straight out of an 80’s romcom and it made Tony blush a little just remembering it.