Imagine: Giving Daryl His First Blowjob and It Leading to Rough Sex
(A/N: Well, it’s official, Norman Reedus has made me complete trash. Enjoy this other lil one shot thing I had to write out).
Daryl had secured the room and he stood there awkwardly as you walked up willfully to him and pressed your body
suggestively into his, rubbing your chest up and down his, done with any subtle
clues, needing to show him tonight how much you wanted him.
Daryl had recently confessed to you
that he had never been given a blowjob before, this leaked out one night during
a drunken session of truth or dare between you. You had been hinting at Daryl
for months now, trying to get him to see how much you wanted him. After that
night, you knew you had to make it up to the man, you planned to do it when the
time was right. By looks of this old secure house, you had just found it.
Daryl noticed your eyes on him, his jaw
tightened and he stared at you like he didn’t know what to do.
You smiled playfully in response and
squared his shoulders, pushing his body back onto the bed behind him, his legs
dangled on the edge.
You smile and kneel down in between his
legs as you graze your hand up and down his muscular thighs, watching as your
hands rub his blue denim jeans harshly, causing warm friction to be created.
You lick your lips and rub your thighs together as your eyes lock on to the
button of his jeans and his hard cock, throbbing inside its prison. You run
your hand over it and intentionally rub it up and down, looking innocently up
at Daryl, who is biting his lip and groaning to himself, trying to keep
“Shit, Y/N…” Daryl half grunted, half
moaned, as his eyes close at your touch.
RFA + Saeran and V reacting to a tsundere MC admitting that she loves them?
Hope you enjoy this! ^^
RFA + Saeran and V with a tsundere MC
At first, he thinks it’s kinda adorable you’re always so angry around him, he even thinks you’re playing hard to get and take it as a challenge
But then he notices you’re like this just to him, because you’re pretty nice to everyone else , including Jumin
Like… you’re reaaaaally nice to Jumin, while you’re always scolding Zen for taking too many selfies and thinking the world revolves around him
So he just… accepts that maybe you’re interested in Jumin… once again, trustfund kid has everything…
And when he sees the blurred picture Jumin posted in the chatroom, with you beside him having dinner… well, he’s sad… and angry! This isn’t fair!
So he decides to work out to forget this, maybe he can send you a selfie later… oh yeah, forget it! You told him a million times “sweaty isn’t sexy, you fool!”
He’s working out hard, lifting more and more weight, and then he hears a snap! He just feels his body feeling and the worst pain he ever felt on his lower back… shit!
Jumin took you to the hospital, you seemed… worried, he didn’t know what to do to calm you down…
Zen gets so embarrassed when he sees you and Jumin coming in to his room. Jumin looks stoic as usual, but you… look like you’re shooting lasers with your eyes!
“Again, Zen? For real? Haven’t you learn last time you can’t strain yourself like this? Oh my god… are you really that dumb? Or are you just relying on your monster healing whatever? Next time, break your neck and let’s see how long it takes for you to heal! Oh, you won’t happen, because you’ll be dead! You hear me? You’re gonna die if you keep being that dumb!” great, now you’re wishing his death too…
“MC, calm down…” Jumin says, you take a deep breath and look to him: “Jumin, can I talk to Zen alone? Please…?” oh, the pleading in your voice… Zen would do everything to hear you talk to him like that… “As you wish, MC…” and he leaves, smirking. WTF?
“What happened? Last time you did that, you were angry at Jumin! What did it get you so angry for you to hurt your fucking spine?” “I… I saw something I didn’t like…” “What? You finally noticed how big is your ego?”
“Stop being that mean to me! Jesus… why do you hate me so much? Oh, and by the way… if you hate me that much, what are you even doing here?” “I… I… don’t hate you… and I got worried, it was just that… Jumin and I got worried and came to see how you were doing… and I see now you keep being stubborn and dumb and…”
“Enough, MC! God… why are you like that to me? Not even Jumin talks to me like that!” “Well, of course he doesn’t! He doesn’t love you like I do, and…” you look at him, eyes widened and your mouth covered by your hands.
“What… what… did you say?” Zen is legitimately shocked, he holds back a grin. “I… I… you heard me.” You look away and blush, oh god… SO CUTTTTEEEE!
“I don’t like seeing you hurting yourself, please, don’t do that again, if you don’t think about your health, I do. “ “Okay, I won’t! If you are by my side taking care of me, I’ll be fine!” “I… I… guess…” you timidly come close to him and give him an awkward hug. “MC… I… I’m still all sweaty.” “I can get used to it.”
Why are you doing this to him? He’s so sweet and nice and adorable… “And you’re gullible, naïve and need to grow up, Yoosung! You keep whining about nobody seeing you as a man, but you keep acting like a little boy!” AND YOU’RE A MONSTER!
You scolded him a million times now, you do it in the chat, you do it when he calls you, you do it whenever you see him in person…
And why would he still like to be around you after all? Well… he… likes it? Most people spare his feelings or just tease him, and not even Jaehee is so direct like you are. He likes you’re not afraid to be brutally honest to him. Also, he’s an M, so…
One night, he’s playing LOLOL and notices you’re playing too, sometimes you join forces, he never understands why you do this, you’re so unpredictable… yes, another thing he really likes about you.
“Hey, MC! Good to see you here!” “Oh, you’re already here? God, go get some help for your addiction, dude!” “I… will, I swear I will, MC…” you’re talking through headsets.
You two lose a round, and he’s ready to listen your lecture… “Shit! Good night, Yoosung!” “I… I’m sorry we lost, MC… I… I should go and get some study… “ “You’re gonna study now? It’s almost midnight!” “Well, yeah… I have this test tomorrow and…” “DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK! AND YOU’RE GOING TO STUDY JUST NOW? WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?”
“I… I forgot, MC. And you showed up to play and…” “Oh, don’t blame me for your irresponsibility! It’s not my problem if you’re such a lazy bum!” oh, he’s fucking gone when you call him a lazy bum… “Yes, MC, yes…”
“Ugh… you’re such a weirdo, Yoosung! I… I’m coming to your place to help you study, ok?” “R-Right now? It’s pretty late, MC…” “Yeah, no shit! But if I don’t help, you’re screwed! I’ll be on my way soon, don’t sleep and open the door to me, you heard me?” “Y-Yes…”
He’s so nervous, you’ve been to his place before and nagged him for being so messy, so he picks all the clothes on the floor and shoves them into the closet, you’re not coming to his room, anyway… are you?
“Don’t get any wrong ideas, I’m here to help you study!” “Yes… yes, of course, MC!” “Why does your place smell so weird? Ugh…”
You two start studying, he’s shocked at himself for knowing so much about the subject. Yes… ever since you came along, he’s been able to focus more…
“Hey, focus! We’re not even half done! God, do you always space out like this? Pay attention!” “Yes, MC…” “And stop saying that! Why do you keep saying ‘yes, MC, yes’? I already told you nobody will see you as a man if you keep acting like a puppy, Yoosung!”
“I… I’m sorry, MC! I… am really sorry…” and you see the tears… OH SHIT! “Wait, are you crying? Don’t… don’t cry…” “Why? Because it’s not manly?” “No, because… I hate seeing you sad…” “You what now?”
You throw the books away from you and hug him, he’s so confused… “MC?” “Do you think I like treating you like that? I hate it! But I need you to bring your A game in everything you do, you have so much potential, and I love you so much! And…” oops
“MC? You… you… love me?” “I… I…” the clothes he shoved in the closet earlier fall down and you let him go from your embrace. “Oh my God, Yoosung! What a mess! How do you live like that? Let’s go clean this and continue with the studies. God, I can’t believe I’m in love with someone so messy!” “You said it again, MC…”
She doesn’t understand why you’re so cold and just answer her with “yes”, “no” or “mmm”
Not that she’s this master in being affectionate, but you are on a whole level, seriously.
She likes you a lot, but sometimes is really unbearable to put up with your bad temper. Like, at one moment you’re fine, and few minutes later, you’re snapping at her for nothing!
This was one of those days… you dropped by to her café to help her, she didn’t even have to ask you, you just… showed up.
And everything was going ok, you were working together, she even made you smile! She loves your smile, it’s a shame you don’t show it that often.
And then this customer came in, she recognized him, he would come almost everyday. “Welcome!” she greeted cheerfully, “How can I not feel welcomed with such a warm greeting?” you rolled your eyes.
“What can I get you?” “Oh, If it was possible, I would want to take you home, but since I can’t… just the usual.” She giggles, embarrassed and goes to prepare his orer, you stop her: “I got this.” And you don’t even look at her, you’re just shooting daggers with your eyes to the flirty guy.
“Here you go, sir.” You handed him his coffee, he barely ignores you. “Does it match your taste, sir?” “Hum? Yeah, I guess…” “Good! Take another sip, then.” You lean to him and whisper: “ I dare you!” cue to the guy paying and leaving this place like his life depends on it. (it probably does)
“MC, what… just happened?” “Don’t be that nice to guys, you dork! They can really get the wrong message! Men are not reliable!” Zen, is that you?
“Well, I… I am just being nice to customers, you know, my customers, at my place, where you barged in to work and just scare one of them?” “I was doing you a favor, It’s not my problem if you can’t recognize that, but sine you don’t want my help, I’m going now!”
You head to the exit, she stops you. “No! I can’t stand this anymore, MC! You can’t just do as you please and walk away! Tell me, did I do something to you?”
“Let it go, Jaehee…” “Seriously, why do you keep coming here if you’re gonna act like that? And why you’re nice, and then you switch your mood completely? Tell me, why do you hate me, MC? What have I ever done to you for you to act like that with me? WHY DO YOU HATE ME?”
“I DON’T HATE YOU! I LOVE YOU!” both of you gasp in shock. “Happy now? I… love you… and I hate how oblivious you act around me and around… weird guys who clearly don’t give a shit about your coffee.”
“MC… are you serious?” “Why would I ever joke about something like this? Do you think I like coming here and opening up about y feelings to someone who probably don’t even like me back?” she hugs you, you don’t know if you should hug her back. “You’re the dork here, you know that?”
He’s very confused, because you act a lot like Zen around him, but when you do it, it’s amazingly… cute.
You don’t call him a jerk or trustfund kid, you prefer more refined insults as spoiled, pretentious, self-centered… and you never say anything bad about Elizabeth.
Still, as cute as can be, sometimes it gets really annoying. He met all those really nice women (if they’re genuinely nice or not, that’s a whole another story…) and yet, the only lady who catches his attention is that one who’s always angry at him.
But apparently, all the hate you have for him doesn’t affect the way you feel about Elizabeth, as you always ask about her.
One day, you even offered to babysit her, he felt surprised. “Well, I’m just doing to free Jaehee a little, not everybody has to like your cat as you do, you selfish prick!” oh okay…
He barely could concentrate on the business meetings knowing you’re at his house taking care of his cat… why does he even care so much? You like the cat and can’t stand him!
He’s taken aback when he sees your name on his phone: “I need you to come over right now!” your tone sound even more serious and cold than usual.
He runs to his house and finds you pacing back and forth and biting your nails. “What happened, are you okay?” “I can’t find her!” OH SHIT
“What do you mean?” “Did I stutter? I don’t know where she is!” “How could this happen?” “Well, if I knew how I lost her, I would already have found her, no?”
He was worried, and he noticed how worried you were too. “What are you staring at? I’m not pleased either! Don’t think I lost your cat on purpose!” “I know you didn’t, MC! Calm down, let’s think about this objectively…” “Oh, I should know you would say something like this! It’s so typical of you! The ice king, Jumin Han! You’re so worried about not showing any emotions you don’t even look around you to notice how worried other people feel! Zen is so right about you…”
“Ok, if that’s how you feel, maybe you should go to Zen now…” “I CAN’T GO ANYWHERE, I CAN’T BE CALM WHEN THE MOST PRECIOUS THING THE MAN I LOVE HAS IS MISSING!” Wow… Jumin widen his eyes a little, then he looks down.
“Can you repeat, please?” “I… I didn’t mean to call her a ‘thing’, you know…” “No… the other part…” he comes close to you and holds your chin. “You love me?”
You blush furiously and he can’t hold back a chuckle. “Okay, let’s discuss this later, first we need to find her… did you look under the counter, she sleeps there sometimes…”
Please don’t be there! Please don’t be there! Shit, she’s there! Now you have to talk…
Seriously? You really wanna fool a former secret intelligence agent? You really want him to believe you don’t have feelings for him?
And the tsundere thing… yes, very cute… but he knows you’re trying to hold your laugh when he tells a joke or pranks someone.
He pushed people away his whole life, so seeing you doing it too bothers him, because he sees a little of himself in you. At the same time, he loooooves to tease you just so you can scold him as much as you want.
He knows you probably don’t love him, that would be insane, but you definitely have a crush on him! And he’s determined to make you spill it out.
So he invites you, Yoosung and Zen for a ride on his brand new baby! “I’ll pick you guys up in that order: MC, Zen, Yoosung. Don’t be late!”
Privately, he already talked to Yoosung and Zen, telling them this is just an excuse, he just wants to pull an innocent prank on you, none of them believe it, they just think he wants a little time alone with you. That’s not entirely a lie,tho.
So when you are in his car and he doesn’t turn in the direction he should to go to Zen’s place, you start your trail of insults: “What are you doing? You should have turned left, you idiot! Seriously… you’re always bragging about your amazing driver skills, but can’t even remember your friend’s address? What’s wrong with you?”
“My bad, baby.” “Don’t call me ‘baby’! What… what are you thinking?” “Oh… you’re blushing, MC~~~~” he sings. “SHUT UP AND WATCH THE ROAD, YOU FOOL!” “Seriously, you’re redder than my hair right now, it’s so adorable…” “Well, I’ll let your face red when I slap you for saying bullshit!” “Oh, so you’re kinda kinky too, huh? You’re gonna spank me?” “WATCH THE ROAD! WATCH THE ROAD!” “Don’t change the subject-“ BANG! The car is hit on a tree, okay, that wasn’t exactly his plan… he can’t believe he got so carried away by teasing you…
“Oh my God! Are you… are you ok, MC?” “Not thanks to you, buy yes.” “I’m sorry, that wasn’t part of my plan, and…” “Plan? What are you talking about?” uh oh…
“I… had planned a picnic for the two of us…” “What a manipulative prick! What’s wrong with you?” “I… don’t know, I… just wanted to spend some time alone with you…” “And what makes you think I would want to spend time alone with you?”
“MC… come on…” “Come on what?” “I… I know, MC. As sexy as you look when you act like that, don’t need to pretend anymore, I already know…” “You… You really know?”
“Well, it’s pretty obvious…” “It is?” “Yep, pretty much…” “Oh, okay then… probably Yoosung didn’t notice, because I told him I love you and…” “WHAT?”
“What what?” “You… love me?” Uh oh… now his face matches his hair color. “Why are you so surprised? You said you already knew!” “I thought you had a crush on me.”
“ME? A crush on YOU? Are you insane?” “MC, loving me is even bigger than having a crush on me…” “Well, yeah, but still… gross! And what are you waiting to call a tow truck to get us out of here?” “Nah, let’s stay like this a little more, I’m finding out so many interesting things because of that…” Please God, kill me now.
Two tsunderes? Lolololol this will be fun to watch
No, seriously, all the RFA members feel entertained to watch your interactions, because they are so freaking hilarious. You yell at each other, then turn your back and resist the urge to look back to know if the other is looking, it’s kinda cute, actually…
None of you know that, but there’s a bet going on to know who will be the first one to confess. Zen and Jumin finally agreed on something and voted for Saeran. Saeyoung, Jaehee and Yoosung went for you.
But this is taking too long, and there’s a lot of money involved in this. I mean, just imagine if Jumin loses…
Everybody is waiting for a closure to this, so Saeyoung come up with this amazing idea to put you and Saeran to handle the guests list for the next RFA party. Jumin thinks is a bad idea, but even Zen, who’s on his side, agrees he’s just afraid of losing.
To prove he’s not, he even offers one of C & R meeting rooms, also because there’s security there, and if something goes wrong, they have trained people to take you two out of each other throats.
So there are you two. This is so fucking weird… “Okay, let’s do this quickly so it can end quickly!” you state. “I hate to say I agree with you, ugh…” you roll your eyes.
“So… Rui?” “Check!” “Cat hotel?” “Check!” “Detective?” “Check!” “Naming?” “It’s not here…” he says. “What you mean ‘it’s not here’?” “Exactly what I said, are you dumb? IT’S NOT HERE!”
“Don’t yell, you asshole! This is not your house for you to behave like that!” “Don’t tell me what to do! Not even my brother talks to me like that!” “Maybe he should, then you would learn some manners!” “Now you’re yelling too, you’re such a hypocrite!” “Don’t use words you don’t know the meaning!” “I told you not to tell me what to do! And I know the meaning, because I’m not stupid like you!” “SHUT UP!” “NO, YOU SHUT UP!”
The RFA is watching this through the CCTV. “Maybe this was a bad idea, Saeyoung…” Jehee says apprehensively. “No! We’re going somewhere, I can feel it! Just wait for it…”
“Seriously, what’s wrong with you? You’re so GRRRRR!” Saeran says. “Oh, I don’t understand cave man language, I’m sorry…” “Cave man? HAHAHA! You’re the wild one here, MC. You are… so wild! And… crazy! And… and… the way you tease me with your craziness, seriously…” “I’m the tease here? I’M THE TEASE HERE? YOU’RE THE TEASE HERE! You’re the one who keeps looking at me like a lost kitty! I… I hate how you look at me!”
“Well, I… I hate this shiny and silky hair of yours!” “And I hate your weird smile!” “This shirt is so tight I can see your stupid curves!” “So don’t look at them with these weird beautiful eyes of yours!” “Only if you stop talking with this melodic voice!” “HOW CAN I STOP TALKING IF I LOVE YOU, YOU IDIOT?” “OH YEAH? THEN I GUESS I LOVE YOU MORE!”
So he asks: “Do you want to ditch this and have angry sex?” “Is there any other kind of sex?”
Jumin and Zen accept their defeat, but the other three don’t stick around to celebrate their victory. Everybody leaves to give you guys some privacy. Also, they’re freaking terrified of both of you.
Oh god… is painful to watch.
Because you keep snapping at him, and he just chuckles and says how adorable you are when you get mad.
So you two keep at this full circle, you get mad, he says you’re cute, and you get mad because he said you’re cute… this never ends.
Jumin asked you to hand some papers to him at his gallery. He chuckles at so fast you agreed on going.
You find him painting… what the fuck? You thought he was a photographer?
“Oh, welcome MC! What can I do for you today?” “D-Dude! How do you know it’s me? I… I didn’t say anything!” “Well, I recognize your smell and your pacing very easily…” “That’s… really creepy!” can he detect in your voice how much flustered you are?
“Jumin asked me to give you this. So… there you go! I’m off now!” “So soon? Please stay! Do you want to see what I’m doing?” YES “No… I’m okay.”
“Well, you may not know this, but painting and photography walk side by side…” “I… didn’t ask anything for you to be saying that.”
“Sometimes you just need the right angle, and the right moment…” “Dude, I… I have no idea what you’re saying…”
“So why don’t you take a look? I could really use your… honesty on this.” You roll your eyes and go to look what he painted, only to find it is… you! You smiling…
“What the fuck? What’s this?” “I believe it is you…” “I KNOW IT’S ME! BUT… H-HO-HOW YOU DID THIS? I mean… you can’t… see and…
“Oh, the paints have different textures, see how your smile looks smoother than your hair, for example?” “What do you have against my hair?” he chuckles.
“Nothing… on contraire, I assume it’s beautiful! I… would love to touch it to sense it and make a more accurate painting of you… will you let me?” “Wha-What? What? Touch me? No! Stop being creepy!”
“Okay…” “ALRIGHT! Just because you insisted so much…” he didn’t insist…
So there he goes to touch your face, running his fingers through your nose, your forehead, your lips… then he touches your hair… “So silky…” “Yeah, my secret is washing.” He laughs, and you shiver.
“Are you shivering? Don’t need to be so tense…” “Who’s tense? I… I’m not tense!” he smirks and you lose it! “I’ll show you tense!”
You grab one of the paints and rub it in his face, that shit is probably expensive, but do you care? He’s rich anyways… he looks serious! Uh oh…
Then you get caught by surprise when he throws paint at you! And this become a paint war!
You two roll in the floor getting paint everywhere, and you’re both laughing. “God, I thought you were so uptight! I had no idea you had it on you… maybe that’s why I love you so much and…” shit! You got a little carried away there…
“Well, I guess I have to keep showing you new sides of me for you to love me even more, then…” seriously… this guy…
Mommy, please help, I felt incredibly manly today, and I wore my best binder with my best trousers and my best shirt, and I did my hear manly, and I looked really manly, but I still got immediately misgendered and addressed as miss. And I don't know what to do, and I feel really hopeless, like it will never get any better, and I just don't know what else I can do to pass. I already walk and carry myself as a man, I always have, but it still isn't enough, and I can't do anything else than cry rig
My dear lgbt+ son,
I understand how you feel. That’s a incredibly frustrating situation to be in and i can feel from your words how sad it makes you.
I think it’s important to know that it’s normal to feel how you do. You’re allowed to feel that way. We talk a lot about positivity and that’s important but the truth is that there are days and situations in life when it is very very hard to see anything positive.
I don’t want to dismiss your feelings with a quick “It’ll get better”, even though i know that it will get better. I know that you’ll meet new people who get you to know as who you really are from the start. I know that circumstances change, i know that hearts change and i know that one day you’ll be surrounded by people who see you and see the real you - and that’s not a “Miss”, that’s a man.
But sometimes it doesn’t help to know that it’ll be better one day, so i’ll focus on what i know about the present:
I know that you looked incredibly manly and handsome today, that you looked like a man - because you are one. Nobody can take that away from you.
I know that you do all those things because they express who you are. And that doesn’t disappear because some blind idiot doesn’t see it. Your efforts are not wasted, i promise. If people don’t see how manly you look, that’s their mistake, not yours.
I know that you are a man. I know that you’re real. I know that you’re valid. I see that right here and now - and so do others. Not only will people see the real you one day - we, the lgbt+ family, see you today and will always see you as who you really are.
Requested by anon:
Being Sherlocks first girlfriend and him only listening to you during one of his boredom cravings? Thank you so much!
Summary: Reader realizes Sherlock doesn’t listen to her unless his bored, which makes her feel a bit down and Sherlock notices.
Pairing: Sherlock x reader
Word count: 1,505
A/N: It’s been a while since I write in the “you…” format (whatever it is called) so I’m curious as to what reaction you’ll have.
Holmes, the most famous high-functioning sociopath and your boyfriend.
He was a
lot of things, but a good boyfriend wasn’t one of them. For instance, his high
ego about his intellect made it hard for him to give you a decent compliment
which resulted in: “Your… shirt looks nice, although that colour doesn’t really
fit you”, “Your un-used mind amuses me” and “I’d rather keep you at home than
out on a case, you might ruin it… And I also want you to be safe, although no
one is really safe. Bye!”
you were enamoured with him. His aureate language and his multiple talents had
you head over heels, without mentioning those small but highly appreciated
moments in which he would actually show affection to you.
weird, and nobody understood how you could date a man like him, but that’s
exactly what love does: it turns you into a stupid person. Sherlock would
remark that as constantly as possible, making sure to add a “maybe that’s why
my IQ is becoming lower… because of you” Which was as romantic as he’d get.
yourself brooding about him when he and John were on a case. He had had a few
love affairs in the past, nothing to worry about, and they had proven to
everyone that Sherlock Holmes could actually feel; after all you were his first girlfriend. However,
there was still something off about your relationship. An effervescent feeling,
down your gut, that begged you to re-think.
It took you
a while to find out, but once you reached the denouement, you couldn’t help but
to feel a tad bit down. Sherlock wouldn’t listen to you unless he was bored,
and yes, he didn’t truly listen to anybody else but him and sometimes Watson,
but you weren’t just anybody.
upset.” He observed, although he hadn’t moved his gaze from the book he was
reading. You looked back at him, sitting in his seat, crossed legs and tilted
head. He was like a fine piece of art, and yet, your broken heart made you
focus on the conversation.
tired.” You muttered and gave your back to him once more, pretending to be rearranging
the books at the nearest shelve.
Sherlock chuckled, “If you were tired you’d be yawning, or at least looking
sleepy. You’re not tired.”
the expert.” You sighed and walked over to sit in front of him. “Tell me, Mr.
Holmes, what do I have?”
that’s a question you should answer to.” Sherlock commented, putting the book
telling me the great consultant detective can’t deduct his girlfriend’s
thoughts?” You provoked him, “The first time we met, you said I was clear as
water to you. So tell me, what do I have?”
Welcome to the Story! Peter meets Wade, Wade says inappropriate things, Peter likes him anyway. Of course that is how it happens! Peter in this fic is more along the lines of Andrew Garfield, partly because Homecoming isn’t out yet so I can’t write about Tom, and of course, the age thing (yikes!) Peter is definitely older in this fic! Anyway, I hope you enjoy, drop me a like or reblog or comment if you’d like to be tagged in updates, I post once a day! Thanks Lovelies!
—————- Wade looked up from his beer when a beat up old van rolled to a stop in front of the garage. He didn’t bother getting up from his chair, not willing to stand for some lost ass hippie looking for directions. His eyebrow did raise though, when a lanky brunette stepped out of the passenger side and waved the driver on.
After the dust cleared, the man-nah, that’s a kid- trekked up the driveway, holding a faded red backpack.
“What’s up, man?” Wade tipped his beer towards him, noticing that the kid managed to maintain eye contact, even after getting close enough to see the absolute scarred up mess that was his face. “You need a tow from somewhere?”
“Uh, what? A tow? No man, I don’t have a car.” a nervous smile and Wade kind of hated how much he liked it.
“Well, this is a mechanics garage. Why else would you be here unless you had car trouble? Unless–” Wade looked him over and smirked. “I didn’t expect my rent-boy to here until Friday night, but I’m not going to argue.”
“What?” the brunette laughed, and Wade couldn’t help the interest curling through him at the sound. “No, uh, someone in town said you were looking for an employee? Gave me a ride out here. Wanted to see if you were still looking, or if this was a total waste of my day.”
“Employee.” Managing to look completely disappointed, Wade drained the rest of his beer. “Not a rent boy. That’s a damn shame. Ever thought about pursuing that line of work? I feel like you’d make a killing.”
“Well, uh, if you don’t give me a job I might have to, so maybe give me your number just in case? You know, future reference?” With a frankly adorable tilt to his head, a quick bite into about the fullest bottom lip Wade had ever seen, the boy glanced away and glanced back shyly and Wade was fucked.
Once Dex gets started on a problem set, it takes a lot to tear him away. So far, only three matters of life and death have forced him to leave his desk for more than two minutes: once when Betsy broke while a pie was baking, then again when Nursey fell down the stairs (“BRO, I THINK YOUR D-MAN JUST BROKE EVERY BONE IN HIS BODY,“ “HOLTZY, I’M A DOCTOR, HE'S FINE!”), and again when it rained and the window frames all swelled up and nobody could get to the Reading Room.
Priorities, that’s the word. Dex only leaves his desk for his priorities.
That’s what he tells himself, at least, and generally it seems to work.
Except lately, he’s been getting distracted by other things - things that, until they became “official” a little while ago, were definitely not priorities.
Now, when Nursey begged him to take a break and go with him to Annie’s, Dex went. When Nursey tried to use what little Dex had taught him to fix one of the off-balance chairs in the kitchen and instead broke one of its legs clean off, Dex went. And today…
Actually, today Dex doesn’t really have an excuse, since it wasn’t Nursey who called him. Not even ‘called’ him - he was doing physics homework in Chowder’s bedroom, since the Haus was quieter than his dorm floor, so all Lardo had to do was go upstairs.
“The dryer can wait, I’ve got three problems left.”
“Bro, it’s not the dryer, it’s Nursey.”
Dex looks up from his paper, concerned. “Where is he? Is he okay?”
“He’s downstairs, and he keeps asking for you. It’s annoying. You two are gross.”
Sure enough, Dex checks his phone - he keeps it on silent while he studies - and there are eleven texts from Nursey. The most recent ones read come on, babe, please and dexxxxxxx.
Cautiously, Dex follows her into the living room, where the entire team is gathered around the window next to the front door.
“Alright, y'all, I can’t watch this anymore. I’m gonna go finish my pie,” Bitty says, shaking his head as he turns toward the kitchen. When he walks past them, he mutters something about “Boys," and Lardo nods sagely in agreement after him.
"He’s over there,” she says, giving Dex a solid push toward the clump before following after Bitty.
When Dex taps him on the shoulder, Ransom steps aside to let him through, and… there’s Nursey. He’s stranded out on the porch, holding the front doorknob in his hand, looking absolutely miserable. Dex positions himself on the edge of the group so Nursey can’t see him and keeps quiet.
“Come on, man,” Nursey pleads. “Just let me in already!”
“Not until you give us the deets,” Holster says, crossing his arms.
“There are no deets,” Nursey insists, which makes Tango tilt his head.
“I’m confused. Didn’t you say a few minutes ago that you’d tell Holster if he let you in? If there aren’t any deets, what were you gonna tell him?”
Ransom high-fives him while Nursey narrows his eyes. “Tango, it’s reasons like this why we don’t let frogs in the group chat.”
“I don’t know, man, he’s got a point,” Whiskey offers, which only makes Nursey glare harder.
“Just go get Dex. He’ll back me up on this, I swear. Come on, Holster, d-man to d-man.”
“Maybe we should,” Chowder offers nervously. “You always say that nobody knows a d-man like his partner.”
“I mean, I’ll try,” Dex pipes up, and Tango jumps. Dex uses the opportunity to push into the middle of the group until he’s right in front of Nursey, who beams when he sees him. (Maybe Lardo’s right. Maybe now they’re officially in ‘gross’ territory. Either way, Dex finds that he doesn’t mind all that much.)
“Dex! Dex, I swear, I didn’t pull on it or anything, it just-”
“Yeah, I believe you. It’s old, like everything else in this Haus. It was gonna happen sooner or later,” Dex shrugs.
“Tell them there’s no deets,” Nursey implores. “Come on, Dex, I’ve been out here for half an hour and I'm cold and this is not fair, it’s torture, really, and so not chill-” He stops when he realizes Dex is laughing at him. And not a little laugh, either - a full-on, gasping for breath laugh, and Nursey is not amused. “Asshole.”
“I thought New Yorkers were used to the snow?” Dex asks, once he can function again. He grins, and Nursey huffs.
“And I thought you were going to help me.”
“Fine, I guess I’ll let you in,” Dex says nonchalantly, despite the protests that fill the room behind him. As he walks over to open the door, he waves Holster away. “Chill, okay? I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, bro’s honor.”
Nursey brings a gust of wind and a few snowflakes into the living room with him. “You all suck.” Dex stifles a giggle. “Especially you. I thought we were supposed to be on the same team now?”
Dex affectionately brushes the snow out of his hair. “Yeah, but you’ve gotta admit, that was funny.” Nursey glowers, unwinding his scarf and taking off his coat. Dex grins. “Alright, you, come here. Let me fix it.”
He holds out a hand for the knob, and after Nursey gives it to him he buries his face in Dex’s neck, wrapping his arms around his waist. "You guys really left him out there for half an hour for deets? I’m not, like, mad, I just… I would have told you, you could have just asked me.“
Tango tilts his head again, brow furrowed.
"So there are deets?” he asks slowly, and Dex nods.
“Yeah, I’m dating this loser.”
It takes ten minutes to convince Chowder not to burst into tears (“Happy tears, I’m just so happy for you both!!!”) and another ten for Whiskey to answer all of Tango’s questions (“But… but Dex said chill!” “That’s not a question, Tony.”). Meanwhile, it takes twenty for Ransom and Holster to wrap their heads around it, even with Lardo’s help.
“Whoa, bros, you’re like, dating dating?”
Dex sighs. “As opposed to…?”
“Dude, we thought Nursey was dating a LAX bro!”
Lardo doesn’t even bother looking up from her phone.
“You two are idiots.”
Nursey makes a face from where he’s snuggled into Dex’s side on the couch while Lardo and Dex both roll their eyes. “Ew, no, LAX bros are gross.”
“Yeah, bro, that’s why we were so confused.” Ransom nods.
“Fuck the LAX bros, but not like that.” Holster’s comment earns him a throw pillow to the face, and soon the entire living room is a mess of pillows and six foot tall hockey players shrieking like five year old girls.
In the midst of all the commotion, Tango frowns again. “We’re really not allowed in the group chat?” he asks Whiskey, who nods.
Anonymous said: So I saw this quote today and I was wondering if you could do a Dean/reader oneshot based off it? “You don’t know you’ve fallen for someone until after it happens.”
Anonymous said: Hi! First off, I’m addicted to your writing, it’s so good! I was wondering if you could do one where the reader confesses her love to Dean and he doesn’t feel the same way, but after a few weeks/months he starts to fall for her? Whether or not the reader takes him at the end is up to you :) Thank you so much! <3
@-sidetracked- said: Can we make this like, a dean story please where like dean is in love with the reader and he isn’t supposed to be so he tried to forget like all the memories and stuff but she still comes around for Sam and cas and Charlie so he can’t and it’s really hard for him
The room was dimly lit, soft lights at the end of the hallway reflected by the wooden benches, their shiny gloss a mirror to the small bulbs that shone on the cross and altar at the end of the room. A heavy silence hung in the atmosphere, floating in the air like an unspeakable electricity that was only broken by the occasional sniffle or whisper of holy words.
Summary: Some of them said you were born gifted; you were able to magnify every single perception, from luck, to your own feelings. Others, that you were damned since the very beginning; you could also bring the worst from every single thing, every single person, even about you. However, you saw your powers as a part of yourself, a part that, like a silent virus, was infecting your own sanity. Cheating!Bucky,
A/N:Reader has the ability of detecting emotions and magnifying everything she wants, yet she can’t control her own feelings. I don’t even know how did I manage to finish this, I started writing the chapter from the end. My writing quality is getting worse. I’m so fucking sorry, for real. Just one more chapter to go, hope you guys enjoyed this.
His constantly hot skin wasn’t planned to be pressed against yours. He wasn’t even supposed to be there lying next to you but on the bone breaking couch across the room. Yet, Bucky was sleeping by your side like a little kitten, finally finding peace and fullness while having you between his arms. He got you back. He got to feel you again. A soft smile was decorating his features, making him look 10 years younger. Making him look like the day he realised he didn’t have to hide from nobody anymore. Making him look like the cheeky man who sat opposite you the day he took you out just to declare his attraction to you, figuring out it was reciprocated afterwards.
Yet, you felt nothing. Of course there was this numbing after sex sensation that calmed your muscles and freed your mind, but that was all. You felt satisfied, but you didn’t feel the need of his presence anymore. You just wanted that king size bed for yourself and take a long nap before waking up and kick life’s ass. But we can’t have everything, can we? So you buried your face on his chest and nestled your body towards him like a teddy bear. It was so natural, so meant to be done when you both were together. For him, you were the little kid that made the soldier feel loved, and he was the brave man who had the duty of making you feel safe.
You want me to describe him as if he were the sun; if I did, he would be a solar eclipse. (He’s darkness, he may be ringed by light, but that light makes you go blind - I can’t look at him, please, let me look at him, I will gladly go blind to look at him.)
But, no, he can’t be the sun, because the sun sets. The solar eclipse only comes around every so often.
And fire - fire turns to embers, so he’s not fire, either.
Could he be the light itself?
Light does not warm like fire, but nor does it flicker.
If there is one constant, it is light. (Light refuses to go away, he refuses to go away.)
You blow out your candle but still the moonlight seeps in through your window; your curtains can’t keep him out. (I beg as I attempt to sleep, please, keep him away, give me a moment’s rest.)
Your eyelids close. But what is such thin skin to his brilliance? (My eyelids aren’t enough, harsh words remind me that I’m not enough, how can I be enough - why won’t he tell me how?)
Can sleep truly stop such radiance? Can sleep even come when you are bathed in such divinity as is that light?
You laugh, self-deprecating. Who are you to talk about divinity?
(I am no Hyacinth, my beauty does not offer me a place at his feet.)
The light from the moon is dim, but even then, he is brutal.
You’re not sure if you’re wishing for more of him, or for him to disappear completely. (I will always wish for more of him.)
(He’s terrible, terrible, why must I orbit around him?)
You are surrounded by reminders of a man who is barely a man.
But no -
He smiles, and it’s a bit crooked. That is a mortal smile. You curse your human heart for fluttering.
Your hands fall from where they were clasped together. (Do not worship him, he is no god.)
Oh yes, he’s still light
But light breathes. Light laughs. The light is living.
What are the Songs in Portal 2: The (Unauthorized) Musical Based On?
-Good Morning Baltimore - Hairspray -Why Can’t the English Teach Their Children How to Speak - My Fair Lady -I’m Alive - Next to Normal -Poor Unfortunate Souls - The Little Mermaid -Under Attack - ABBA -Suddenly Seymour - Little Shop of Horrors -Friends on the Other Side - The Princess and the Frog -Nobody Loves You Like Me - Jonathan Coulton -Mr. Cladwell - Urinetown -Trouble - The Music Man -If They Could See You - Cabaret -A Spoonful of Sugar - Mary Poppins -I Am Africa - The Book of Mormon -Bombs for Throwing At You - Portal 2 -Want You Gone - Portal 2 -The Turret Opera - Portal 2 -Do You Hear the People Sing - Les Miserables