#and congrats to Nick for smelling good

[alittlefrenchtree]

[quinnysnursery]

hihi, so happy to see you back!! missed you lots, congrats on graduating!!

i saw you had requests back open again, and i was wondering if you could do preferences for the caregivers with a very sensitive little who practically cries at everything, is painfully shy, and needs comfort and reassurance 24/7 :(

-🦕

[🪄] the cg's with a sensitive little! | preferences

including : matt, chris, nick, nate, tara, johnnie, jake, carrington, sam and colby

divider credit : @v6que

a/n : i KNOW i had one other preferences post and i literally searched my entire account and can't find it, so ig it's lost media now 😭

Matt :

🩹 provides the BEST comfort

🦈 "i know hun, that thunder was pretty scary, wasn't it?" "yeah :(" "that's alright, dada's here now."

🫧 knows all your triggers/unsafe foods 'n textures

🩹 and does BACKBENDS to avoid them

🦈 "don' want sandwich :(" "oh no! dada's having a sandwich, little one is having mac and cheese. sound good?" "c: yeah!"

🫧 painfully shy? no worries, so is matt. he understands 🫶

Chris :

🥤chris....is loud

💫 "bein' too loud" "wha? oh, sorry hun!"

🤍 however, he does make the best boxed mac 'n cheese

🥤shy little? no worries! chris talks enough for the both of you

💫 constantly wiping your tears with his hoodie sleeve

🤍 "will a lollipop make things better?" ":( yeah"

Nick :

🌟 will ALWAYS be down to sit at home on bad sensory days

🗞️ always coming up with creative ways to bring his little out of their shell

🎥 "if only someone here loved bluey...." ":O i love bluey!"

🌟 best reassurance ever, "y'know i don't mind taking care of you, right?"

🗞️ can always IMMEDIATELY recognize when you're about to cry

🎥 "shhh, dada's here. let it out, i know baby..."

Nate :

🏒 unlike nick, he can NOT tell when you're about to cry and is always caught off guard

🌨 "oh! oh honey...shh, don't cry"

⛸ always tries making you laugh as his first response

🏒 lets you wear his hoodies on extremely tough days

🌨 "is that helping?" "mhm :c smells like dada :c"

⛸ he's got the spirit

Tara :

❤️ tara, bless her heart, did not realize how sensitive you were at first

🎞️ "baby, i was only gone five minutes!" ":c i'm sorry!" "oh no honey...don't be sorry, mama's sorry, mama should've let you know i was leaving"

🎵 cuddles !! with !! sugar !!

❤️ painfully shy? that's not a problem at all! just like chris, tara talks enough for the both of you!

🎞️  always holding onto her babies hand or hugging them :(

🎵 "mama's got you sweet girl/boy/little one"

Johnnie :

🦇 johnnie is a bit nervous when he realizes just how sensitive you are

🌒 because he's petrified of being the reason you cry

🐈‍⬛ "do you need a hug?" "mhm :(" "okay princess/prince, c'mere"

🦇 plays guitar/sings songs for you when your having a really bad day/night

🌒 "hollyw'od!" "we've already done that one five times, sweetheart." ":c" "okay okay, hollywood it is."

🐈‍⬛ ends up learning your triggers and does his best to avoid them

Jake :

♣️ oh jake, sweet jake...

🍒 he never INTENDS to make you cry

♠️ but with his loud personality and constant bouncing around? yeah...it ususally ends with

♣️ ":( 'oo loud" "dada's sorry baby...i didn't realize i was being so loud"

🍒 loves cracking jokes to make you smile

♠️ "there's the pretty smile!"

Carrington :

🧸 the best at making you laugh while your sad/crying

🍬 also loves just cradling you in his arms while you sit on his lap

🎧 "dada's got you"

🧸 human teddy bear so, snuggles are a must

🍬 learns your nonverbal cues when you don't feel like talking

🎧 "do we want....mac and cheese?" ":c" 'okay...what about...grilled cheese?" "c:" "grilled cheese it is!"

Sam :

🎥 the most reassuring man ever

👻 "sorry i got scared :(" "oh sweetheart, you don't have to apologize. everyone gets scared sometimes!"

💛 constantly lending his little an article of clothing for comfort

🎥 the BEST at tending to boo-boos

👻 speaking for you when your feeling shy

💛 "they're feeling a little shy right now, what's up?"

Colby :

👻 this man...THIIIISS MAN

⛓ the most protective cg imo

🦴 "what's scaring you hun? do we need to go home? does dada need to fight a ghost?"

👻 lets you play with his rings/necklaces as a distraction

⛓ wrapping his arms around you and assuring you he's got you :(

🦴 "tell dada's whats going on?"

taglist !! :

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[yourimagines]

One of the Diazs helping reader through panic attack

I like this one, I’ll do both of them

Always here

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: angst, swearing, fluff

Nick Diaz

Y/N POV

We where out in the club, celebrating his win. Everybody was congratulation him. “Hey Nick, congrats brother.” A guy gave Nick a hand, he gave him a polite smile. “Thanks.” The guy turned around to face me. “Congrats to your man.” He gave me a firm handshake. I nodded and mumbled a thanks. Nick wrapped his arm around me. “You okay?” He whispered. I nodded. “Yeah I just need a drink.” I smiled at him. “Sure, what do you want?” “Some soda please.” He nods. “Okay, be right back then.” Nick walks away to the bar. Nate’s stands close to me as he talks to a friend. I looked around as I got a tight feeling in my chest. ‘There are a lot of people in here.’ I coughed, trying to get comfortable. My breathing speeded up as I looked around. A new guy walks up. “Hey Y/N congrats on the win.” The guy smiles and patted my shoulder, I nod trying to focus on my breathing. Nate looked at me, frowning at me. I saw him talking but didn’t hear him. My breathing became unsteady and I started to feel warm, No better to say hot, sweat was forming on my forehead, hands, basically everywhere. ‘Where’s Nick, I’m starting to freak out.’ I looked around in panic as everything closed on to me, feeling trapped in a small club packed with strangers.

“Are you okay?” Nick returned as he held our drinks. I just looked at him. “Come lets get you somewhere quieter.” I nodded, feeling anxious. He wrapped his arm around me and walked us somewhere quieter. “Please sit down my love.” I did what he said and sat down. Nick kneeled in front of me, holding my hands. “Look at me.” I tried to look at him but couldn’t focus. I starting to freak out more. “I’m here baby, please try to focus on me.” He placed my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat and breathing pattern. “Focus on my breathing baby.” I did what he told me and mimic his breathing. “Good, just focus on me.” I looked into his eyes. “I’m here, nobody is going to hurt you baby.” I nodded at him. “I know, I understand this feeling way to good but I need you to come back to me, I know you can do that.” My breathing became normal and my mind became quieter. “There you are.” He smiled at me, carefully rubbing my hands. I quietly whined because of the panic leaving my body. “Its okay love, we are alone.” Nick sat down properly and pulled me close. “Come here, let me hold you.” My face was pulled to his neck. I smelled his cologne. “You here.” I cracked out. “Of course I’m here, I’m always here.” He held me close as I calmed down. “You wanna go home.” “No… i don’t wanna ruin your party.” “You never ruin it, you are way more important than a stupid party.” He kissed the top of my head. “Just hold me for a minute.” He hold me till I had the power to stand up. Together we left the place and went back to the hotel, cuddling each other till we both fell asleep.

Nate Diaz

Y/N POV

I was watching Nate fighting against Connor. “Come on!” Someone yelled next to me. I laughed as the round was over. “He needs to kill him, fuck that guy.” People where getting railed up. I was looking around, making sure I saw everything what’s happening around me. They started a new round and people stood up from their seats, yelling things. I tried to watch the fight but couldn’t, didn’t feel comfortable anymore. I stood up and tried to leave the hyped crowed. ‘This is way to much.’ Yelling, screaming and a small fight broke out in the crowd. “Watch out.” A guy pushed me to the side. A bottle flew right next to me. “You really need to Watch out here Miss…” I nodded and walked faster away from the fight. In the meanwhile Nate won by submission from Connor. “Nick Diaz army!” A few guys were flexing around. I run up to the exit hall, running to Nate’s locker room. Nobody expect one guard was there. “Are you okay….” I nodded. “Yes I’m fine, just excited.” I tried to smile but failed big time, hands where shaking and started to hyperventilating. “Okay, just sit down yeah, Nate will be here in a minute.” I nodded and sat down on the bench. Feeling getting dizzy.

“She over there, I don’t know what happens but she not okay.” I heard people walked in. “Babe?” Nate sat down on the ground I front of me. “What happened?” My lips started to tremble and my eyes were getting glossy. His beaten up hands grabbed mine small ones. “Focus on me, focus on my breathing” I tried to focus on him. “Nate…” I cracked out. “Its okay, I’m here. I’m always here.” I squeezed his hands as I tried to calm down. “Don’t break my fingers.” He chuckled, as I cracked a smile. “There she is.” He kissed my hands. I started to calm down. “Do you need something? Water, food?” I shook my head. “No… can I hug you?” I softly said to him. He wrapped immediately his arms around me. “You never have to ask me that.” I placed my head against his chest. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t apologise, I’m sorry, I should I’ve known it would be to much for you.” He caresses my back. “I love you Nate.” “I love you too baby.” He kissed my head. “Did you beat him good?” He chuckled. “Baby I destroyed the Motherfucker.” I smiled at him. “I know you would.” I kissed his cheek.

[allisluv]

Hi my love, would you mind if I requested 🫶 for criminal minds? I'm interested to see who you think I'd be really good partners with :)

I'm bisexual, so I don't mind any gender. I also go by she/her, and I'm south Indian, although I was raised in London for majority of my life. I have quite bad adhd and bpd, and it takes me quite a while to open up to people. Although, I'd like to believe that I'm sweet to most people. I do a bit of runway modelling in my spare time during med school and my friends and I have a rock band! I'm obsessed with Stevie Nicks, Ethel Cain, Lana del Rey, the Smiths, Radiohead, etc. I taught myself guitar when I was 16, and I collect them for fun. My friends are definitely my favourite people on the earth and I adore them. I'm also obsessed with the entire rockstar gf aesthetic and sort of cherry red and gold Lana del Rey thing. So ribbons, bows, cherries and lace are very up my alley. I also sorta have a bad habit of smoking but I don't smell of it, smelling bad is my biggest pet peeve. I adore arguing and annoying the people I love to the point where it's concerning, and I'm also apparently way too sarcastic for my own good. I'm insanely competitive. I also hate most sports, but I do love boxing and pilates (polar opposites - I'm aware). Anyways, I'm so sorry for all this blabber. But anyways congrats my love on this milestone!

thank you so much for your request and your kind words anon!

i definitley think you’d be a good fit with either emily or derek! i think they would find it super badass that you’re in a band tbh. they’re both so competitive and good with sarcasm, which lines up exactly with you!! <3

[somewosoloverrr]

 Fuck it - pt2

Fuck it - pt1

Ziggy Berman x fem!r Goode

Tw: blood, death, violence in general , kissing, angst

You and Ziggy sprinted to where the screams were coming from, you tripped a few times as it was dark and Ziggy helped you up. Now you had a cut on your cheek and multiple bruises fucking great.

Then you saw that the people screaming were standing around the Shadyside jail for color war and if possible you started running faster as you saw all the little kids scared.

As you got there you and Ziggy pushed through the kids to see what was all the comotion about.

You both let out a gasp, Jeremys body was on the floor, mutilated barely even recognizable. It was truly a sight from horror books, the smell of dead flesh, the blood spattered everywhere, the different body parts all over the cabin and lastly his face cut in half.

Seeing all of this made you feel bad, really bad so you took Ziggys hand for comfort, trying to ignore what you had seen as you were the only counselor around you stated “Okay, everyone out go to the lunch hall! The game is over !”

You and Ziggy ran after the kids who were running to the lunch hall as you warned counselors about the news, a killer was on the loose…

Inside the lunch as more kids came in you saw your brother Nick, he ran up to you engulfing you in a hug “thank God you’re okay.” He muttered as you pulled away from the hug “yeah are you okay?” Nick nodded in response.

“Nick I don’t know what the hell’s happening” you said in an exasperated tone as he sighed and whispered “do you remember what dad told us? About the weird stuff?” He asked

“Yeah something about satanic rituals, of possession was it?” You whispered

“Yes, the thing is that-“ he stopped himself as more kids kept flooding in and he couldn’t say everything in the middle of the lunch hall. “I’ll explain later okay, let’s try and get everyone here” he finished as he left to go and count the kids coming in.

You stood confused but suddenly the lights went off and the kids started screaming once again. Ziggy appeared by your side, your hands touching as you and Nick yelled “calm down, everything’s okay”

Then Gary appeared and asks you and Nick “How many?”

“Twenty three” your brother replied

“That’s at least thirty missing!” Gary replied as you cursed “Shit!”

“And where’s Cindy, Kurt and Joan and the rest of the counselors?” you asked in a low tone to not scare the little kids.

“I don’t know I haven’t seen them, I saw Tommy but that was before color war” Gary replied as he breathed heavily.

Meanwhile Nick was trying the phone as the lights turned on, “it’s dead!” he exclaimed as Gary kept talking “maybe they’re looking for us?!”

Suddenly Ziggy came rushing towards the door as she said “We have to go, we have to warn people!”

“I’m sure they heard the bell” Nick spoke but the girl kept on walking so you put a hand on her chest to stop her.

The red head scoffed at your actions “My sister she’s still out there!” she exclaimed.

“Oh the one you hate!” Your replied but then immediately regretted it “Sorry, look me, my brother and Gary will go looking for her.”

“But, she’s MY sister” she complained as you put one of your hands on her cheek “Look, I’m sorry but I can’t let you get hurt, okay I can’t!” You stated, scared about the killer on the loose and how apparently it had to do with the Satanic rituals your dad briefly mentioned to you but of course told Nick everything about.

Ziggy looked at you at a loss of words “Just stay put and I’ll look for Cindy ok?” You finished as you moved to follow Nick and Gary.

“You know that’s a camper right? And a girl” Gary said but Nick interrupted him “You go to cabin one, y/n you to five and I’ll go to cabin nine”

As you walked outside Nick high-fived you saying “congrats on the girl”

You blushed as you answered “thanks I know you like her too but, guess I’m the better Goode”

He laughed at your reply light punching your arm “ha-ha-ha you’re so funny” your brother teased, “anyways be careful out there I’ll explain everything later” he finished as you nodded

“Okay be careful too Nick “ you said before running in the opposite direction towards cabin five, Cindy’s cabin

As you arrived there you noticed no one was there you sighed wondering where the hell the rest of the councilors were.

And suddenly it hit you, Sheila.

You ran towards the outhouse were you and Ziggy had left Sheila in, “Shit, shit, shit” you cursed.

As you reached the outhouse you heard screaming and saw Ziggy and Sheila fighting, suddenly Sheila slapped Ziggy square in the face.

In repriociation the red head punched Sheila which knocked her out cold “holy shit” Ziggy exclaimed

“Now that was hot” you spoke out before thinking, Ziggy jumped a bit back as she hadn’t seen you. “Shit you scared me Goode” she exclaimed.

You walked into the outhouse and were about to tell her off for coming out here when you specifically had told her not to but decided against it. “Shit you knocked her out good” you commented as you looked to the left were shelia was on the ground.

“Yeah I did” Ziggy cockily replied but winced a bit at the end.

Then you remembered Sheila hit her in the face so you cupped her face with your hands as you caressed where Sheila had hit her. “Shit you okay?” you worriedly asked

“Yeah, yeah thanks” she said while slightly blushing.

Suddenly you heard Gary speak up form behind you “Are you guys okay? I heard shouting. What’s going on-” he stopped talking as he saw Sheila on the floor.

“Is she okay? What the hell is going on here ” He questioned as Ziggy ignored his question and asked “where’s everyone?”

“Everyone is headed back to the mess hall” he stated and then he turned to look at you “where’s Nick?”

“I don’t know, he said he was going to cabin nine but I haven’t seen him since.” You stated but then Ziggy put her finger on your mouth shushing you.

Then you heard some muffled shouting, Gary asking “Did you guys hear that?” You and Ziggy both nodded.

Then the red head went into a bathroom stall following the screams, she then opened the lid of the toilet as you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

She started talking to someone and she suddenly jolted up and grabbed a bucket. “What’s going on?” you questioned

“My sisters in the toilet” Ziggy stated as you and Gary shared a confused look “what?“ you asked at the same time.

“Just help me !” She shouted as she pulled the bucket down.

You and Gary helped her lower the bucket and then formed a pan to help Alice and Cindy up.

You and Gary were holding onto the rope that was that was attached to the bucket waiting for Ziggys signal.

As you felt some force pulling into the rope Ziggy stated “Now!” and then the three of you started pulling the rope to get Alice up.

“Come on keep pulling!” Ziggy exclaimed as each pull got slower.

Suddenly you heard the door creak and both you and Gary turned your heads to look at who it was.

And then you noticed it was Tommy, but he was full of blood and carrying an axe, a dead look on his face which showed zero emotion.

“Tommy?” You questioned

“Tommy what are you doi-“ Gary said but was literally cut off as Tommy swung his axe cutting his head off as you barely managed to duck.

You and Ziggy both screamed as she quickly helped you up. Then Tommy swung his axe again this time it grazed your shoulder as the red head thankfully managed to pull you away before further damage was done.

Tommy’s axe got stuck on the wood floor so you an Ziggy took it as an opportunity to run away, and you fled.

Both of you ran and went into the science and nature cabin to hide. You then ducked behind a desk.

As you sat on the floor Ziggy quickly unwrapped the bandage from her burn and put it around your shoulder which was mildly bleeding, you winced very time she tightened it. As she said sorry each time.

Once she finished she quickly asked “are you okay, does it feel better now?”

“y-yeah thanks Berman” you thanked while grabbing her hand and kissing it.

Then the door creaked, your heart started beating like crazy thinking it was Tommy but suddenly you heard your brothers voice “Y/n, Ziggy are you guys in here?”

You and the girl beside you quickly stood up “yes” and then you saw the blood on his shirt and you grabbed his shoulders as you asked “shit Nick, are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s not my blood” he replied while frowning until he noticed the bandage around your shoulder and a look of worry washed over his face “Are YOU okay?” He asked

“Yep just a little cut“ you replied as Nick nodded but wasn’t so convinced as he opened his mouth to say something but you quickly interrupted him “Who’s blood is it?”

“Umm Sean, Jesse, Rod, Stacy” he frantically replied as his hands trembled.

“All Shadysiders, it’s the curse” Ziggy spoke up from behind you.

“No, no it’s just some psycho-” Nick replied

“No, no it’s not some psycho it’s Tommy. My sisters perfect, virgin boyfriend Tommy” the red head stated

“She did this” the girl stated

You furrowed your eyebrows “Cindy?”

“No, the witch!” She furiously replied as you and Nick looked at each other

“Zig, she’s not real” you said

The red head scoffed in response “Exactly what a Sunnyvale’s would say, thought you were different” she stated

You frowned about what she had just said and were about to reply but the bell rang.

“They’re getting on the bus, we have to go!” Nick stated.

You grabbed Ziggys hand with your good arm as you said “Come on!”

Ziggy pulled back exclaiming “No! My sisters still out there.”

You put your arm on her shoulder “Zig, I’ve let a lot of people die-“

“It wasn’t your fault”

“-I can’t let you die okay?” You finished your voice breaking a bit.

The red head stayed silent listening to you intently as you continued “because, I do like the weird Shadysider. And maybe, once we get out of this we could start a book club or something. Stephen kings new one is supposed to be good I think”

“I’m done with King. I’m sticking to Judy Blume for now” the girl chuckled.

“Yeah, then we’ll fucking read Judy Blume then” you said as you smiled at the red head.

“You believe me right? About the curse?” the girl asked, hoping you would agree with her.

“Yeah, too many messed up shit has happened for this to not be a curse” you agreed as the girl you liked smiled.

Nick then spoke up “Sorry lovebirds but we have to go, we’ll call the cops once we’re out of here. Your sister gonna be alright.” he said the last thing to Ziggy.

However suddenly the someone banged against the door and the three of you quickly ducked behind the desk.

The three of you breathed heavily, scared for your lives as you tried to stay silent, you then heard glass shattering so the three of you looked through the glass cage the snake was in.

To your bad luck Tommy opened the door, so the three of you ducked once again, with you squashed between Ziggy and your brother.

Your heart started pacing more and more as you heard the killers steps coming closer and closer. Then Nick signaled forward so you and the red-head started following him to the next desk.

Just as you got there you hear Tommy smash something from where you just were, you let out a breath of relief that was quickly cut off as you heard hissing, and thats when you saw it, a fucking snake.

As it made it’s way over to the three of you Ziggy grabbed your upper leg tightly and that’s when you remembered, she was afraid of snakes. So you grabbed put your arm around her while gently rubbing it with your fingers to calm her down.

And then it tangled between Ziggy’s legs and if possible she tightened her grip on your leg even more. But that’s when you noticed, it was quiet, too quiet and your worries proved to be right as the red head beside you was unexpectedly pulled up by her hair as she yelled.

“Shit, Ziggy!” you shouted worried for her as you and Nick stood up to go help the girl who was being dragged over the desk as she desperately tried to make Tommy let go of her hair and then she fell to the floor and Tommy pulled his axe up ready to hit the girl and you knew what you had to do, protect her at all costs.

You were about to throw yourself on her in order to save her but Nick pushed you out of the way and as the axe swinged down it slit Nicks leg as he yelled “Ahh!”

You and Ziggy backed away from Tommy as your brother looked at you in the eye “Run!, Run y/n run!” and the red head grabbed your hand and pulled you out of there, and you couldn’t even think, your mind went blank, Nick, your brother had just sacrificed himself, he was dead...

A tear escaped from your eye but you quickly wiped it remembering that you had to mourn later but for now you had to survive.

You and Ziggy ran to the bus hand in hand, she was running too fast for your liking as your shoulder throbbed with every step you took.

Once you arrived to the camps entrance you saw the bus was already leaving and there was no way you could catch it “fucking shit.” you muttered, in response Ziggy stroked your hand lovingly to calm you.

But she suddenly stopped making you look up at her as you noticed she was staring at something you followed her eyesight and spotted Tommy, with his face all bloody almost unrecognisable, you could even say it was dehumanising.

a/n

Thanks for reading, don’t worry I’ll post the last part soon :)))

@fall-08​ @ciphertheclock​

[waynes-multiverse]

Face To Face

Square(s) Filled:  I Almost Do (song) @taylorswiftbingo

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Doctor!Reader

Summary: Seven years have gone by since she’s last seen her ex-boyfriend Dean after he left her with a broken heart – until one night when he ends up on her doorstep again and asks for help.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: language, angst, heartbreak, mentions of cheating, soft!Dean, fluff

A/N 1: This was written as a request for @winchestergypsy90. I was tasked to write something fluffy with a little bit of angst for the song Leather and Lace by Stevie Nicks & Don Henley. I also combined its theme a little with Taylor Swift’s I Almost Do because it fit the story so nicely. A/N 2: And lastly, this shall also be my entry for sweet @awkward-and-indecisive​‘s follower challenge! Biggest congrats, my darling! 🥳🖤 My prompts were “heartbreak” (trope) & the quote “I don’t remember a fight or a reason, so what happened? Why did we break up?” can be found in bold.

Don’t worry – it has a happy ending, folks 😉

Masterlist

The oven timer beeps, the dog barks, and she removes her headphones upon the commotion in the home. She grabs a few clutter items from the coffee table, tidying up on her way to the kitchen to retrieve a sheet of crusty pizza rolls. It’s late and she’s tired from her last shift at the hospital, too exhausted to cook herself a healthier meal.

Before she can take the anticipated first bite of cheesy deliciousness, there’s an unexpected knock at her door. Rebel barks again and runs tail-waggingly into the foyer, his owner hot on his heels. As she peeks through the peephole, her heart abruptly stops when she recognizes the green-eyed man on her doorstep.

“What the hell?” she mutters under her breath, brow furrowed, and jumps a step back when his knuckles pound against the wood a little more forceful this time.

“Y/N? Y/N! Open up! It’s me,” he shouts through the door and pauses for a moment, “It’s Dean. I need your help.”

Taking the deepest breath of her life, she unlocks the door and twists the doorknob, carefully peering outside.

“Dean?”

Her voice can barely form words. She’s stumped to see him, never expecting him to return to her life one day. But here he is, on her doorstep close to midnight, seven years after she’s last seen him. He’s like a comet crashing through the atmosphere before impacting her planet and she has a deep-seated feeling in her gut that once he’s entered her house and life, he won’t leave again.

He’s older than she recalls, but somehow he still looks and smells like she remembers. There’s the cocky smirk on his plump lips, the apple green eyes, the flannel, and the leather jacket. Honestly, he looks too good to be true; she’s probably dreaming.

Yeah, gotta be…

“Hey, sweetheart. Remember me?” His crooked smile sends shivers down her spine, every hair standing at attention as if they were greeting him. She’s surprised he still holds that power over her, even though it’s been so long, but the heartbreak still feels so fresh, as if it happened only yesterday.

Only then she recognizes the corners of his mouth are quivering, trying to hold themselves up. He’s in pain and clutching onto his side, the gray henley bloody underneath his palm.

“Dean? What are you doing here? What happened to you?” she questions but doesn’t open the door wider. A part of her is frozen, limbs gone numb as she stares into her ex-boyfriend’s emerald orbs. He’s always had the most beautiful eyes she’s ever seen and they used to remind her of something earthy and grounding. Their colors would calm her like a sunny and quiet walk through the forest and the longer she gazes at him, the more she feels at home. She hasn’t felt like that in a long, long while.

“Wendigo,” he croaks out agonizingly as his grip on the doorframe loosens, his pupils rolling back until pine green is replaced by pure white, and he collapses on her porch.

“Oh my God, Dean!”

It’s been three hours since those first three knocks on her front door. She’s strenuously dragged the unconscious hunter into her home, luckily without any neighborly witnesses, and somehow managed to pull him onto her couch. She then got the first-aid kit and a few extra medical supplies and patched up his wound. He’d lost a lot of blood, although the injury itself was small and quickly stitched up.

Since then, she’s been staring at him, sitting across the couch in an armchair with Rebel by her side. She watches his broad chest heave with every sleepy breath he takes. He seems exhausted – she can tell, and not only by the bags underneath his eyes. She wonders about the last time he’s gotten a decent goodnight’s sleep. And although he’s older and more fatigued than she remembers him, there are still things about him that are exactly the same.

The freckles on his face still dust his nose and cheeks, his left eyebrow is still a tiny bit shorter than his right one, and his smile – while it was short-lived – is still full of boyish charm and mischief. And her feelings? Well, they’re also still as strong as they were seven years ago, but so is her broken heart. It’s like it never fixed itself, no matter how many butterfly bandages she put on it.  

She takes another sip of her coffee when his eyes slowly flutter open and blink at her before his body follows suit and startles up.

“Whoa, easy there, tiger. You were pretty banged up,” she reminds him gently.

He winces and touches his wound, noticing the bandaid and stitches. “Did you patch me up?”

“Didn’t think I had a choice unless I wanted to explain the dead guy on my doorstep to my neighbors,” she mumbles sarcastically into her mug and averts her gaze.

“‘M sorry. Thanks, uh, Y/N, for everything. I’ll get outta your hair,” he mutters with a thick swallow and plants his boots on the hardwood floor of her living room. As he tries to get up, he gasps in pain and she can see he’s struggling to stand and move.

“Whoa, where are you going? You can’t leave. You need some rest. Doctor’s orders,” she scolds him and gets up from her seat, forcing him back down onto the couch. Upon his light chuckling, she arches an eyebrow, “What? What’s so funny?”

He shakes his head but is clearly amused by something, “Nothing, uh, you’re still the same.”

“Yeah, well, so are you,” she retorts bitterly. “So, uh, what happened? You said you were hunting a Wendigo before you passed out.”

“Uhm, yeah, one was hiding up there near Mount Rainier. Bastard got me before I torched him,” he shares.  

“And you drove all the way from the mountains to the city while suffering copious amounts of blood loss, so your ex-girlfriend could stitch you up again?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “You were the closest person I thought of that could help me.”

“Where’s Sam? Did you guys break up? Did you leave him at a motel, too?” she mocks and smirks a little when he nervously clears his throat. She can even see his ears redden slightly.

“Uh, no,” he chuckles uncomfortably and adjusts the collar of his shirt as if someone had suddenly cranked up the thermostat in the living room. “Sam’s just sick, so I took this one solo. Figured, you know, ’What can go wrong?’”

“Ah, you’re definitely still the same,” she grins teasingly. “You can sleep here tonight. I would have to kill you if you died leaving this house too soon.”

“You really care that much about me?” he looks up at her and she can’t exactly pinpoint the emotion gleaming in his eyes. Is it hope?

“No, I don’t. I would just hate if all my hard work on your stitches goes to waste,” she replies coldly and regrets it a little when he defeatedly purses his lips. But what the fuck does he want her to say? She’s happy about her ex-boyfriend’s unannounced visit? Does he expect a ‘thank you’ card and a welcome wagon after breaking her heart?

“Right, yeah,” he breathes quietly and stares at his boots. “So, you’re a doctor now, huh?”

“Yep,” she says quickly and folds her arms over her chest as she leans against the doorframe that leads to the kitchen. They don’t look at each other directly, only sneaking peeks when they’re sure the other one’s not looking, and she really wants to leave this room and him behind, but her feet seem to be stubbornly rooted to the ground.

“What specialty are you in?” he attempts another round of small talk and she wishes he would just stop trying and take this night as it is – a bad dream for both of them.

“I’m a pediatric surgeon,” she answers in the same annoyed tone, hoping he’ll catch the hint soon enough that this isn’t a coffee date between two friends catching up.

Impressed, he whistles and smiles, “Wow, helping sick kids, huh? See, I always knew you were too good for me.”

“Sure,” she huffs and rolls her eyes, mostly to keep the tears from flowing.

“C’mon, Y/N, I’m trying here,” he sighs and gazes helplessly up at her, out of ideas.

“Yeah, well, and I’m telling you not so gently you can stop the ruse. I’m not interested in playing twenty questions with you or entertaining your idea of caring,” she states sternly. “Just get some sleep, so we can go our separate ways again, okay?”

“Sure, whatever you want, sweetheart,” Dean replies sadly and slumps further into the couch cushions.

“And stop calling me that,” she hisses with a glare. “I’ll grab you a pillow and a blanket.”

She takes a little longer upstairs than necessary to retrieve said pillow and blanket from her closet. She spends ten minutes in the bathroom, taking a long hard look in the mirror. She doesn’t look as bad as she’s expected. She’s exhausted, clearly visible by the black and blue rings under her eyes; the ER was swarmed today after a school bus crash, but she’s sure the reappearance of her ex-boyfriend is going to rob her most of the sleep tonight.

After freshening up, she saunters back downstairs, finding Rebel on Dean’s lap and getting petted profusely by the hunter. The charming grin on his plump lips has returned when he sees her staggering closer and she hates that her knees immediately feel a lot wobblier.

“Rebel still loves me,” he beams triumphantly, showing his pearly whites, and receives several wet ear licks in response as if even the dog, her dog, has chosen a side.

“Don’t pride yourself too much. He’s always been a disloyal and unfaithful jerk,” she scoffs, the ambiguity not missed by the hunter as his Adam’s apple bobs.

He falls silent for a moment, nodding as he contemplates and licks his lips when he’s ready to speak again, “You know… I don’t even remember a fight or a reason, so what happened? Why did we break up?”

“Well, there wasn’t a fight. There was just a reason,” she says and looks deeply into his eyes, the creases on her brow showing her true pain. “You cheated on me with that waitress in Montana. Does that help jog your memory?” When he keeps mum, she chuckles darkly and throws the bedding into his lap rather roughly. “Here’s your blanket and your pillow. I’m going to bed.”

She turns on her heel and stomps towards the stairs until she feels the slight tug on her wrist before the grip around it tightens and she comes face to face with her ex-lover.

“Y/N, wait, wait, wait…,” he winces in pain and squeezes his eyes shut as he holds onto her.

“God, you’re like a child! Would you sit your ass down again? You’re gonna tear your wound,” she chides him and slings his arm around her shoulders, guiding him back to the couch.

“Only if your ass joins mine,” he pouts as he falls back into the comfy cushions.

She rolls her eyes once more and sighs, irritated, “Why? What do you want, Dean? Just leave me alone.”

“I want you, okay?” Upon her raised brow, he clears his throat, “I mean, I want you to know the truth. You deserve to, and after that, I’ll leave you alone, alright? I promise.”

“Dean… you don’t have to. It happened a long time ago. I don’t care anymore and I don’t care about you either. There’s no need for explanations,” she shakes her head, the annoyance not any less visible on her features.

“Yes, there is,” he insists and pats the empty spot next to him. “Just… please, Y/N?”

She caves when he pulls out the puppy dog look and sits down on the couch, leaving plenty of space between them. She glares at him from her peripheral, not granting him a full look, and she can tell he’s nervous by the way he’s fumbling with his hands.

“Look, uhm… I never cheated on you,” he confesses and meets her gaze.

“But you said-”

“I know what I said.”

“Oh, so you do remember?” she cocks an eyebrow at him.

He bites the insides of his cheeks, his Adam’s apple bobs again before he nods, “Feels like only yesterday. I think about it every day, actually.”

“Right, well, this has been a fun trip down memory lane. Can’t say it’s been a pleasure,” she claps her hands together and gets up, every word laced with layers upon layers of sarcasm and bitterness. “Good night, Dean.”

“Y/N, would you just wait for a second? I’m not finished yet. Don’t you wanna know why I lied?” he asks.

“Dean, either you’re a liar or you’re a cheater, and honestly, neither sounds appealing to me. I can confidently say I deserve better, so just let it go, okay?”

“Y/N? Y/N, wait, goddammit!” He hastily jumps up from the couch again, panting and stumbling, and steadies himself on the armrest. “Look, you’re right, alright? You do deserve better. I mean, you definitely deserve better than me. That’s pretty obvious and it’s also not the point.”

“Then what is the point?”

“I fucking loved you and I would’ve never cheated on you! Look, I know I’m not the smartest guy in a room, but I’m not a complete idiot either. Even seven-years-ago-me wasn’t. There’s no one else like you, sweetheart, believe me. I just-… I’m sorry I did this to you, but I need you to know how amazing you are. You’re the best person I ever met and I never meant to hurt you,” he admits apologetically.

“Then why did you, huh?”

He licks his lips and keeps his gaze locked on the floor, “I found your acceptance letter to med school in the trash the week before.”

“You, what?! That wasn’t your decision to make! I told you I didn’t wanna go!” she yells, her heart hammering against her ribcage. She’s furious at him, and at the same time, it all seems so very Dean that she’s cursing herself for not putting the puzzle pieces together sooner.

“Yeah, because of me!” he growls back angrily. “You would’ve never left on your own if I hadn’t done what I did. I did it for you, and now… look at you. You’re a doctor, you’re helping kids… you would’ve ended up dead if you stayed and I loved you too much to let that happen.”

“That’s bullshit,” she scoffs, seething with anger and hurt, “If you loved me, you would’ve never done what you did. You know I didn’t have a family anymore. You were my everything! You were my whole world! You were all I had left and you fucking left me behind in some motel! No calls, no texts, no nothing. You fucking broke me, Dean! You didn’t care if I lived or died for the last seven years, so don’t pretend you do now.”

“I did care, okay? I still do,” he shares quietly and is relieved when she sits down next to him again, even though she’s doing it begrudgingly. “I checked in on you all the time over the years, just made sure you never knew.”

“So you stalked me?” she lifts an eyebrow and gets a shrug in response. “Well, that’s just great,” she huffs.

“I had to know you were doing okay,” he says with a small smile and gazes at her, “I was really proud when you graduated top of your class. I really liked your speech. I was in the back at graduation. No wonder you had your pick at residencies. ‘M not surprised you moved to Seattle, though. You always had a thing for Cobain.”

“Wow, you really did stalk me, huh? Can’t believe you came to my graduation,” she smiles softly, her cheeks blushing because she just can’t help it whenever he’s in her vicinity, and she recalls a faint memory of seeing him there. Back then, she thought she’d been hallucinating because even after four years, she hadn’t missed him any less than the first day he left.

“Why didn’t you say ‘hi’?” She then remembers who else attended her graduation and replies before he can, “Oh, right… I had a boyfriend back then.”

“Yeah, uhm, I didn’t want to cause a mess, so I figured it’s better to keep my distance. I almost did, though,” he confirms, gulping, “‘Sides, saying ‘hi’ would’ve also meant saying ‘goodbye’ again too, and I wasn’t strong enough for that.”

“What about now? Are you strong enough to say it now?” she inquires softly and leans her chin on her forearms on the backrest of the sofa as she looks at him.

He shakes his head and laughs lightly, “No, uh, definitely not. Guess it’s up to you this time to say it.”

They look at each other for a while, silence blanketing the pair as they wear their hearts on their sleeves, ready and waiting for the other one to steal it back, but both too frightened to make the first move as the tension rises in the room.

“You know, I could’ve done both. I could’ve gone to med school and stayed with you and Sam if I wanted to,” she argues softly.

“I know,” he smiles weakly, the tears setting sail in a green sea, but he’s too proud to share them. “I was scared… and stupid. I couldn’t deal with the fact that a girl as awesome as you is in love with a guy as broken as me… The funny thing is, though, as broken as I was then, I’m even more broken now. You were my light and afterwards just came… darkness. And still, when I walked up those porch steps tonight, I knew I could never leave you again.”

He leans in closer, dips his head until his forehead touches hers. Their chests heave in sync with every breath and she’s certain even their heartbeats are matching when he’s so close to her she can smell the scent of leather, gun powder, and something calm and homey. How can he still smell exactly the same? She’s overwhelmed by his closeness, never having thought she’d get to feel it all again, feel him again. She’s scared, terrified to let herself fall back into his arms only to lose their warmth again.

“I love you, Y/N. I never stopped,” he whispers as his palm cups her face, his thumb brushing along her cheekbone in soft circles, and she leans into his touch like a drug she’s been craving.

“Stay with me.” It’s not as much of a question as it is a demand and he understands she needs the reassurance.

“I promise I’ll never leave you again,” he says firmly and sincerely, not a sliver of insecurity plaguing his mind. Before the last vowel makes it out of his mouth alive, his lips crash against hers and it feels like destiny when they do.

It’s instant connection, restored as brand new after seven years of slumber. She’s his as much as he is hers. All those nights she’s cried herself to sleep over the past years because of him dissipate into thin air and all her doubts are consumed by him as they melt into one. It’s passionate and sinful all the same. It’s the sweetest give-and-take as he kisses seven years of hurt away.

She takes his leather and he takes her lace. Now they’re lovers again, face to face.

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[temilyrights]

katie!! hii congrats on both completing your second year of uni and 1.4k! hope you're taking a break and resting from all the work right now (:

could i request 🍒 (first impression), 🎸 (song), and 🌸 cyma as aesthetics please (:

hope you have a lovely day bestie <3 (and me running to give you a hug rn)

thank you so much!! i’m so sorry this took so long - went to pack up my uni house, then got very drunk with my best friend, and just got back from staying with my grandad so i’ve been super busy🥲 i hope you’re good! sending all my love and returning your big hug💜

🌸cyma - cast your mutuals as: aesthetics

you as dark academia. late night study sessions. neat handwriting but disorganised journals. a worn leather armchair that welcomes your body perfectly. the smell of old books - full of knowledge and secrets. the safety and warmth of a scarf on a cold winters night. hot coffee. well dressed. warm jumpers. clear night skies with a bright moon. feeling safe. overgrown plants that even if they cause damage you will never cut down. beauty.

@themoontaxi as cottagecore. fresh berries. ice cold lemonade on a hot summers day. lying in the grass and finding figures in the clouds. feeling truly content. running through long grass and feeling free. knowing the mud stains and scrapped knees are worth it as you might have finally found happiness. plants that grew because of love and care. hard work. orange and pink sunsets that fill the sky. so much to do but always stopping to admire. tranquility.

@hotch-girl as y2k. butterflies and jewels. baby pink that you pretend not to love but secretly do. nostalgia but for all the correct reasons. sleepovers with your friends. the feeling of a fresh, thick duvet. candy jewellery. sweet and exciting. friendship that is real. messy room but knowing exactly where every thing is. cats lying in the sun. constantly growing and finding a new version of yourself. mood boards of your future goals. they feel obtainable. confidence.

@ellcsgreenaway as grunge. empty fields with your friends. confessing the secrets you’ve always kept hidden. loud music that vibrates through your body. feeling free for the first time. trusted well worn shoes. ignoring the weights of the world. asking the big questions. city lights. so many possibilities. hidden knowledge. night skies full of stars. fading anger. no promises but there’s a light. hope you work hard to keep. defiance.

@sweetprentiss as soft girl. dreaming about the future. pastel highlighters. loving yourself. a safe space you worked hard to keep. words of affirmation. gentle touches. refusing to lose any femininity. a sunny day after so many cold ones. studying in the grass. watching the sunrise. sinking your feet into warm sand. strawberry lollipops. twinkling fairy lights that welcome you home. personalised journals. coming up for air. optimism.

🍒 i’ll tell you my first impression of you:

i believe i started following you near the beginning of my decent back into the cm fandom, but that could be wrong? idk i just know that i feel like we’ve been moots the entire time🥲 i remember your blog being pretty colours (as it always is), i remember your username made me chuckle. i don’t think i’ve ever told you this but i love it so much! <3

you seemed really nice and interesting! your incorrect quotes were funny and so i had to follow you. i don’t remember being intimidated by you, which is impressive because i’m intimidated by everyone. you were always so friendly and welcoming :) you’re a 10/10 <3

🎸 I'll give you a song I associate with you based purely off vibes:

[vneuns]

waxed floors and fuzzy socks !

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 > 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗑 𝗀𝗇!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 > few curse words , chasing ?

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 > 0.6k

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 > 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗈𝗇

… 2am. 😀 anywho .. for @bozowrites 2k writing event! congrats lovie !!! <33 hope you enjoy and as always reblogs , likes , commentary , and follows are welcome encouraged and deeply appreciated !

Bright Sun rays peaked through the slightly open curtains next to the bed which normally accompanied four bodies only held one. Yn rolled over expecting to be met with one of their boyfriends’ warm bodies.

Confused and half awake, their hands examined the cold sheets and returned empty handed.

“Nick?” they called befuddled picking up their head and looking over at the bathroom door that was slightly cracked but no light was on.

Yn threw their head back on the soft satin pillow below them screaming a muffled scream into it.

Most days the four would stay in bed until the afternoon if they had nothing important to do or had planned, and being as that the night before Nn was called in for an emergency on one of their patients and was forced to leave movie night early.

Their boyfriends collectively agreed it’d be better if they spent a few extra hours in bed.

Laughs made their way up to the second part of the house as Yn dragged themselves out of bed and down the carpeted staircase. “Babe?” they announced stopping at the last step when they noticed the extra shiny wood flooring.

Clay peeked his head down the hall from the kitchen giving his significant other a smile. “Well good morning sleepyhead.” He made his way over to where the overworked attending stood leaning against the rail half asleep.

“S’was not a good morning , was all alone.” they grumbled opening their eye a tiny bit to look at the freckled face boy in front of them. “Oh you poor baby.”

Clay pouted teasingly pressing a kiss to their nose. “I was robbed,” Yn pouted back scrunching their nose a bit after a slightly wet kiss was placed on it.

Their boyfriend chuckled ruffling their messy bed head slightly. “Why’s the floor so shiny?” Nn questioned closing their eyes in content when Clays’ fingers began to gently message their scalp.

“Wanted to do something special for you, being as that you’ve been complaining about the damn floor being dirty for weeks I took matters into my own hands.”

Yns’ eyes opened looking fondly at the boy in front of them.

“So with that being said, I just waxed the floors go grab your fluffy socks.”

-

Crusin for a bruisin’ blared through the house as the three slid around the house in their fluffiest socks acting out the scene.

George deciding he’d prefer to sit it out not wanting to embarrass himself.

As the disney song came to an end they all began to calm down flopping on different couches not wanting to be so close to each other after how much moving around they were doing.

“You all smell and you only danced for three minutes.” George stated out of nowhere when the atmosphere was just filled with heavy breathing that was beginning to suffocate him.

“You all smell.” Nick mimicked copying the brits voice with a roll of his eyes. “I want ice cream,”

Yn groaned, knowing if they didn’t alter the subject quickly the two would be at each other's throats bickering. “Ice cream break!” Clay exclaimed a bit too excitedly.

“You two are annoying.” Nn told the two still seated on the couch hitting them both on the side of the head with a pillow.

The ginger raised an eyebrow as if to challenge him and Yn took that as a sign to flee for their life. “Come here you little piece of shit.” Nick yelled chasing after his partner George not to far behind him. “Clay help me!” Nn pleaded as they ran back and forth around the island.

The boy on the counter shrugged, opening the cookies and cream dipping the spoon in his hand into it and eating it happily watching the three run around as if they were playing a game of cat and mouse except it was hard to tell who was hunting and who was getting hunted.

“This is going to be hilarious if one of you falls.” He mumbles helping himself to another spoon full of ice cream.

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[rentsturner]

Jealous | Obi Wan Kenobi

req: Congrats on 300, Liv!!!!! I'm so proud of you! May I request 16 with Obi? 16 - claiming you

wc: 1.7k

warnings: modern!au, creepy behaviour from a side character, hint of self deprecating thoughts, obi being a little possessive and jealous but in a hot way. Fluff at the end.

a/n: this started as a blurb but it got too long . Thank you Brit for helping me with this idea. Sorry it’s taken so long.

The bar was packed, the chatter and bustle of a Saturday night almost drowning out the thumping beat of music playing from large speakers. You and Obi-Wan had been invited out for a friend’s engagement celebration, expecting to find a small gathering when you got there but instead being faced with an enormous party in full flow. But you’d taken it in your stride, catching up with all your friends, exchanging stories and jokes, and soon time was flying by.

Obi-Wan was engrossed in a game of pool with Anakin, leaving you to fend for yourself for a while. It was fine of course, you were perfectly comfortable with your friends, and you knew how often he missed out on spending time with his own mates. So you had taken yourself over to the bar to get another Diet Coke, sliding onto the stool and grabbing the server’s attention.

A rustle of clothing alerts you to another man’s presence at your side, a clipped voice straining to be heard through the bar’s non-stop noise.

‘I’ll have what they’re having.’

You had hoped to be left alone while picking up your drink, but you could feel this man's gaze burning into the side of your head. With a silent huff of indignation, you turn towards the newcomer and you’re faced with brown eyes, dark buzzed hair with a few nicks at his temple, clean shaven angular jaw and cheekbones, and a wide grin.

‘Hey, how have you been? You remember me, right?’

The man continues grinning, arms opening outwards and he turns his body towards you. No. You don’t remember him. You stare at his face a little harder, wracking your brain for a name. After a few seconds, you recognise the man as one of Padme’s friends. Michael? Matthew, maybe?

‘I’m Mitchell? Mitchell Connor?’

Mitchell looks at you with wide eyes, seemingly upset that you’d forgotten him. You nod quickly, not wanting to cause a fuss.

‘Of course, Mitchell, hi.’

You offer a small smile and he takes it gratefully, offering to buy you another drink and making conversation. He asks you about your life, your job, your family, even your opinion on politics. He barely gives you time to breathe with his onslaught of questions. But you answer dutifully, Mitchell seems friendly enough. Even if he is weirdly interested in your taste in men.

Thirty minutes later and Mitchell is still talking to you. You had left the bar a while ago and wandered over to Mace and Padme, talking to them in an attempt to throw off Mitchell. But it hadn't worked. He’d just tagged along and slotted himself into the conversation, standing next to you and inching ever so slightly closer as the minutes passed by.

Padme gave you a confused look from across the small circle, gesturing to Mitchell with a questioning gaze. Her brows furrowed in concern. She was your best friend, after all, and she could tell Mitchell was getting on your nerves.

‘Where’s Obi?’ she mouthed silently at you.

You just shrugged and looked away, not wanting to draw Mitchell’s attention to you even more. He was getting uncomfortably close now. You shuffled to the side a little, but he just followed you. You could see his arm in the corner of your eye, twitching slightly by his side as if he was tempted to take your hand in his. The idea of it made you shiver, and not in a good way.

Where was Obi-Wan? Surely his game of pool had finished by now. You looked around, trying to find that familiar head of auburn hair but the room was so packed in some places it was hard to tell where one person ended and another began. An unbridled thought rushed through your head. What if Obi had seen someone else at the party? Someone better looking than you, more interesting? What if -

A strong arm suddenly wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into a lean muscled chest. You jumped slightly, squirming out of the grip as you thought it was Mitchell pulling you closer. But instead a soft, welcome voice whispered into your ear.

‘Are you alright, darling? You seem a little nervous.’

A sigh of relief left your chest and you turned to look at Obi’s familiar face, his eyes bright with concern and his hair hanging slightly out of place. The pool game must have gotten competitive. You just squeeze his forearm tightly in reassurance and whisper an affirmation.

‘I’m fine.’

A small smile. You don’t want Obi to worry, not when he’s obviously been having a good time.

‘And who’s this then?’

Mitchell’s voice is too loud, too intrusive, even though it’s paired with that wide grin. A fake grin, you’re sure of it. Obi-Wan’s arm tightens around your waist and he seems to draw himself up to his full height, obviously confused to why this man is so comfortable with getting close to you. You can feel his heart begin to thud violently against your back. Obi-Wan had never seemed like the jealous type to you, but apparently you had assumed wrong. Maybe he’s realised that this overbearing stranger is the source of your concern. But Obi stays silent and just watches Mitchell as they both wait for you to answer.

‘Obi-Wan, this is Mitchell. Mitchell, Obi-Wan. My boyfriend.’

You emphasise the ‘boyfriend’ as much as you can without making it too obnoxious, hoping that Mitchell gets the idea. He doesn’t, of course.

‘Well, we were just talking about ideal partners actually. It seems me and y/n have got a lot in common.’ Mitchell smirks.

Your jaw drops. Did he seriously just say that? You absolutely have nothing in common. You grit your teeth in frustration. What an idiot.

You can practically feel the hostility rolling off Obi-Wan as he takes in Mitchell’s words. His other arm comes to wrap round your waist, pulling you into him even tighter. Obi’s jaw clenches as he looks Mitchell up and down with furrowed brows, before slowly turning to you.

‘Don’t you think it's time that we were leaving, love?’

Obi’s voice is raised slightly, making sure Mitchell can hear him. He kisses your cheek softly, tilting his head so that his stubble nuzzles against your skin as he stares sternly at Mitchell, who has decided to speak again.

‘You don’t want to stay longer? We were having fun -’

Mitchell stops suddenly as he watches your boyfriend’s attention turn to your ear. Obi-Wan’s actions are slow and deliberate as he kisses the lobe, moving up the edge and letting his bottom lip drag obscenely over the skin, eliciting a shiver that runs up your spine. You have to stifle the moan threatening to leave your mouth. Obi-Wan nips the cartilage at the top of your ear, his tongue darting out to sooth the bite before finally pulling back. He stares Mitchell dead in the eye with a devilish smirk, almost daring him to continue talking, daring him to make his move. But for the first time in the whole night, Mitchell’s mouth closes and no more words come out.

‘We’re perfectly fine thank you.’ Obi’s voice is a purr in your ear, seemingly friendly, but the notes are dripping with an unspoken threat towards Mitchell. ‘Aren’t we, darling?’

You turn, kissing Obi’s stubbled cheek happily and taking in Mitchell’s equally shocked and annoyed expression with a burst of satisfaction. You’d never seen this side to Obi-Wan before, usually such a gentleman, but tonight his possessive side was coming out. And you were loving it.

‘Yes. Let’s go.’

You push past Mitchell as he stumbles back, seemingly lost for words after Obi-Wan’s display. Quickly, you offer your goodbyes to all your friends, promising to speak soon. And then Obi is leading you out into the fresh air, the claustrophobic atmosphere of the bar left behind as you step into the cool car park. Obi chuckles, swinging your hands up and down as you walk.

‘He seemed to like you. A little too much’

‘Tell me about it!’

You were glad that Obi had calmed down a little now, all too aware of how tense he had been only minutes ago. But there are subtle signs; the clutch on your hand that was just slightly tighter than usual, the shaky exhale of breath steaming in the cold air, the slightly wild look to his usually composed countenance. They were all signs that remnants of adrenaline were still rushing through Obi-Wan’s veins. He’d never say it out loud, but you knew that Obi still got insecure about your relationship sometimes, the fear of losing you for good always present in his mind. Sometimes he just needed a bit of reassurance.

You cup his face in your hands, tugging him down slightly so you’re face to face. His eyes are deep pools of blue, staring into yours, just tempting you to dive into their depths. So you dive.

‘You know I love you, right?’

Obi-Wan’s cheeks flush a light pink, a grin spreading across his face as he moves his hands to mirror yours. His hands are cold against your skin but you shiver into his touch, craving more contact, more of him. He rubs his thumb over your cheekbone before leaning in to press a chaste kiss on your forehead.

‘And i love you too, my darling.’

An idea pops into your mind and you grin widely in excitement.

‘Movie night?’

You look up at Obi-Wan with the wide eyes that he can never resist. Not that he would want to say no anyway. Obi’s love of cheesy rom-com is notorious among your group of friends, and you had spent many evenings cuddled under a mountain of blankets and pillows, crunching on salty popcorn and giggling through all of your favourite films. He’s a true romantic at heart.

Strong hands pull you into a warm hug and you can feel Obi-Wan’s deep laugh vibrating in his chest as you rest your head there, his woollen jumper soft against your cheek. It’s warm and it’s comfy and it smells of him.

‘Of course. It’s been a while since I watched 10 Things I Hate About You anyway.’

~*~*~*~

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Grown Up

Happy belated Thanksgiving🦃! I wanted to post this before or on the actual day, but time got the best of me. Hope you guys like it!

Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: None, all fluff☺️!

Following the delicious smell of ham, turkey, dressing, and other Thanksgiving dishes, River’s stomach growls peeking on his tip toes over the table at the various foods spread across it. Ever since the three of you flew in the day before, he couldn’t wait to dig into all his favorite foods and eat until his little belly felt swollen.

“Mommy, can we eat now?,” he asks as you walk by with yet another dish in your hands to put on the table.

“Not yet, but everything’s almost done. I’ll come get you when it’s time okay?”

“Kay.” Sighing, he makes his way to the living room hearing his cousins going back and forth as they shout out random directions leaving him confused.

“What’s that?,” he asks standing beside his two older cousins, Nick and Kira, sat on the leather ottoman.

“Fortnite,” Nick answers not taking his eyes off the screen in front of him. “No! Don’t go that way, meet me by the lake.”

Watching the animated characters jumping and running about as they sporadically built things to hide in, he found himself drawn to the screen and wanting to participate himself since they seemed to be having so much fun laughing and high-fiving as a different character disappeared.

“Can I play?”

“Um maybe later River, we still got a while before this game ends,” Kira answers taking a break to push her glasses higher on her nose before returning to her hurried button mashing as an armed group approaches them.

“When’s that?”

“We don’t know.”

“Why?”

“Because-dang! Quick revive me!”

“I am! River go sit down, we gotta focus. Plus your mom and dad may not even want you playing since you’re too little.”

“Am not,” he pouts crossing his arms across his chest.

“Are too, you’re only four. This game is for big kids like us,” Nick countered making River even more upset.

“I’m big boy too!”

“And I’m tired of y’all going back and forth!,” another one of his older cousins, Mary, interjects from the couch with her feet propped up. “I’m having an important conversation over here.”

“What important conversation? You’re just talking to your boyfriend,” Kira teases making her roll her eyes before placing the phone back up to her ear.

Clearly his cousins wouldn’t be letting him play anytime soon.

So with a huff, he turns around heading back to the kitchen until he hears groans and cheers erupt from the basement, where those who weren’t helping in the kitchen watched the football game.

Carefully stepping down the steps while holding onto the railing, he finds his dad, oldest cousins, uncles, and some aunts all spread out in chairs and on the sectional couch chatting about the last play as they drank from red plastic cups.

“Hey bubs!,” Chris smiles patting his knee for him to join him. “You okay?”

Lifting his arms so he could be picked up, he shrugs his shoulders playing with his father’s bigger hand.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t play.”

“Play what?”

“For tight.”

“For tight?,” he asks raising an eyebrow. “What is that?”

“A game daddy. You jump and and hide and go bye.”

Before he could press any further on this very unique sounding game, the loud cheers steal his attention as he looks up to see a 49ner’s player run an intercepted ball in for a touchdown making him groan and River cover his ears from the commotion.

“Chris you might as well give it up man, the Pats not coming back anytime soon,” your younger brother, Carter, smirks sipping from his cup.

“I wouldn’t get too cocky yet. Remember we’re the top team at second half comebacks,” he retorts matching his smirk.

“You mean you were the top team. Now that your precious Brady is gone y’all haven’t had too many comebacks.”

“Okay yea losing Brady was a bit of a hit, but we’re still good! We just gotta get use to the new quarterback.”

“Hm are you really still good though?,” Carter asks cocking his head to the side.

“Like the niners are doing any better! You have the same record as us!”

Rather than sit and listen to his dad and uncle argue over teams, he hops down eventually meeting you halfway up the steps.

“Food ready now?”

“Yes sweetheart everything’s ready and you can eat,” you giggle watching him excitedly bounce up and down. “And everyone else in here, food is done! Come eat!”

“Mommy, I sit with you and daddy?”

“No bubs, you sit at the kids table with your cousins remember? Like last year.”

“I want to be with you and daddy.”

“Sorry love, there’s not enough room at the big table. Daddy and I won’t be far away though.”

Following you up the stairs and to the dining room, he wished the kid table never existed. All of his cousins were older than him by at least six years, so he felt alone as they tapped on their phones and told jokes only they understood. Not that they completely ignored him, it’s just their conversation with him wasn’t as long as the conversations they had with each other. As he watched you, Chris, and the other adults talking and laughing he wasn’t really in the mood for food anymore and wished the three of you were back at the hotel, or home even.

“Ma, we’re going outside to play!,” one of his cousins excitedly announced as they rose from their seats at the kids table barely pushing their chairs in.

“Aht! Did y’all throw away your trash first?,” his aunt Jackie asked making Kira sigh clearly wishing they could be outside already.

“Yes.”

“Alright go ahead, and be careful,” she answers as the older kids rush outside.

“Mommy I play too?,” River asks walking over to squeeze between you and Chris.

“Sure sweetie. After I’m finished we can go play.”

“No mommy, play with them.”

“Oh,” you reply looking outside to see the bigger kids, and a couple of the adults splitting up into teams as a football was casually tossed back and forth. “I don’t know River, they’re playing football and-,”

“I like football!,” he beams making you giggle.

“I know bubs, but you’re smaller than your cousins and I don’t want you getting hurt.” At your words, his smile falls and head hangs slightly. You, his dad, and even his grandparents always told him how he was such a big boy now, so why he couldn’t do these things not only confused him, but made him frustrated.

“But I’m a big boy...”

Turning on his heels, he stomps to the living room throwing himself on the couch hiding his head in one of the furry throw pillows beside him.

“You know mommy is just trying to look out for you right River?,” he hears as Chris approaches his spot on the couch, eventually squatting down beside him.

“Yes,” he sniffles turning to look at his father with red tinted eyes.

“Your cousins play a little rougher than what we play in the yard at home bud. That’s probably not a game a four year old should be in.”

“I wish I was old.” Softly chuckling, he wipes his son’s tears before leaning over to kiss his forehead.

“I know it seems fun, but trust me when I tell you to stay a kid for as long as you can. Honestly, I wish I was little like you again.”

“Really?”

“Yep,” he nods. “Being little comes with a lot more perks than you think. Like you can get all the toys, sleep in as much as you want, and you don’t have to worry about bills.”

“Bills?,” River asks sitting up.

“Yea they suck. Like how you feel about going to the dentist every year.”

“Ohh, yea bills are the worst,” he agrees shaking his head and making Chris laugh. “You can play games though. I can’t.”

There’s momentary silence as River fiddles with his hands and Chris looks at his son, taking his time to think how he could make everything better.

“Come with me,” he smiles holding his arms out so River could wrap his around his neck attaching himself to his dad.

“Hey, everything okay?,” you ask as they enter the dining room.

“Almost, I have an idea though that might help.”

“Chris...?”

“Trust me, it’s nothing crazy,” he chuckles kissing your cheek before heading out the back to meet with those playing in the yard.

———

Now finished helping wash the dishes and putting away the leftover food, you step outside in search of your two boys who surely had to be tired after spending over an hour outside. Plus with it getting late, you wanted to get back to the hotel before dark.

Sticking your head out the door, you see Chris and River running from one tree to the other trying not to be seen by everyone else playing. After whispering in his ear, Chris darts out shooting his Nerf gun at Kira and Nick each trying to reach the flag in the middle of the yard.

“Freeze! I got you!”

“Dangit!”

“That’s it, next round Chris is on my team.”

“Not if I get him first!”

As the two kids argue, River manages to dodge the shots from his other cousins reaching the flag and excitedly jumping up and down as he holds it over his head.

“Look! I got it daddy!,” River smiles as his dad jogs over to pick him up smiling himself.

“I see bubs! Good job!”

“Chris! River! You guys ready?,” you shout turning their attention towards the house.

“Mommy, I got the flag!,” River shouts back waving the bright orange, flimsy plastic in front of him.

“I see, congrats love! You guys ready to go? It’s getting late.”

“Aw do they have to leave already auntie Y/N? What about one more round?,” Nick asks wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“She’s right guys it’s getting late, we can pick it up tomorrow though,” Chris replies as they groan.

“Fine, we’ll play again tomorrow. This was a cool game idea River!,” Kira smiles giving him a high-five.

“Yea! It’s like our own version of Fortnite,” Nick adds making his little cousin shyly smile setting his forehead on his Chris’ shoulder.

Giving hug filled goodbyes to your remaining family members still hanging around, the three of you eventually get in your car ready to return to the hotel so you could get ready for bed. Not even 10 minutes in your ride, the sound of soft snores cause you to turn around finding your son peacefully sleeping with head slumped forward.

“Looks like your idea also tired him out,” you giggle. Peeking in the rear view mirror, Chris softly chuckles before letting out a short yawn himself. “Oh, is it past your bedtime too?”

“Um, did you just call me old?,” he smirks with hand on his chest.

“No of course not. I’d never disrespect my elders like that,” you tease causing him to gasp extending his arm to tickle your side. Covering your mouth to avoid waking River with your laughs, you’re finally able to push his hand away after a couple tries. “Stahp!”

“Don’t call me old.”

“I didn’t, I said elder which you technically are being older than me.”

“Well...then...don’t allude to me being or getting old. That’s not nice,” he pouts as he puts the car in park, turning to look at you with those heart melting blue eyes.

“I sowy. Forgive me?” Watching you bat your lashes trying to seem as innocent as you could, he can’t help but laugh bringing your face closer to his.

“Hmm...I guess,” he smiles pecking your lips.

“And thank you for fixing everything with River.”

“Babe you don’t have to thank me. It’s just part of my job being the world’s best dad,” he shrugs nonchalantly.

“And right now, most annoying,” you joke kissing his lips one more time.

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congrats on 100 my love!! you deserve them all 💗 can I get all the moot ones please 🥰 for the cyma you can do svu characters :)

you are too sweet!!! thank you sm!! 🥺❤️

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h - he say she say - mulatto

o - oui - jeremih

t - the weekend - sza

c - candy rain - soul for real

h - honey - kehlani

s - streets - doja cat

b - bad liar - selena gomez

a - africa - weezer

b - broken clocks

y - yikes - nicki minaj

g - good things fall apart - illenium, jon bellion

i - in the name of love - martin garrix

r - right now (na na na) - akon

l - love the way you lie - eminem, rihanna

🌷- my all time favorite body wash is this dove one right here. like omg this literally smells amazing

🦩- (please ignore that tweet under it omg)

🎀 - as svu characters (i hope these are somewhat accurate!)

olivia benson - @witches-unruly-heart

fin tutuola - @pagetsimp

amanda rollins - @adabarbajpg

sonny carisi - you!

rafael barba - @ssa-prentissinred

kat tamin - @morcias

nick amaro - @redlipstickandplaid

[penzyroamin]

javid w/ enchanted or long live 🥺🥺🥺

olive... long live is in my top ten songs of all time.

BUT ENCHANTED IS IN MY TOP THREE SO WE’RE GOING WITH THAT!!!

this’ll be up on ao3 in a hot sec but y’all get it first! this is just. sweet first meetings and dumb flirty nonsense

warnings for some mentions of drinking and a mentioned hookup

this night is sparkling-- on ao3

It is the twenty-first birthday of one Katherine Plumber, and as such, half of Manhattan is hammered.

Jack, himself, is lingering in a pleasant tipsy state, just enough to make everyone around him look a little hotter but not enough to make him think he should make a move on any of them.

He is at, possibly, the most spectacular party he's ever seen-- fountains of champagne, fondue, and chocolate, a live band, three different bars, and a massive sculpture of Dolly Parton. All around him are socialites, fancy reporters, and his own brand of hooligan.

Katherine, the woman of the hour, is clearly wasted, licking salt off of Rafaela's wrist and trying to keep her fake eyelashes on.

If he needed, he could easily head out. Nobody would notice him being missing, after all, and he hasn't got much to stay for besides the free drinks and the bass thrumming through the floor.

But he's staying. He's still standing there amidst a mob of gyrating, Jaeger-slamming twenty-somethings, for some reason unknown even to him.

(He's staying for the hot guy by the Dolly statue. For him and him only.)

He maneuvers through the crowd to a table, keeping an eye on Mystery Guy the whole time, and picks up a china plate seemingly encrusted in gold. On it, he loads three cupcakes, a handful of Rich People Potato Chips, and a cookie, then scolds himself momentarily for falling into his pattern.

His pattern being, of course: go to glamorous party, see a gorgeous stranger, stress eat and prove himself entirely unalluring, leave the party alone.

Dodging a drunk political scientist, he succumbs to his fate and unwraps the first cupcake. He looks up and-- his mystery hot guy is gone.

Not his mystery hot guy. He has no claim to him. But Jack's totally stared at him for an hour and a half, he should have dibs.

"Hi."

Jack makes an undignified noise into his cupcake and spins on his heel. Ah. There's his hot guy.

Again, not his.

But he's standing right there, trying to talk to Jack, so maybe he's on to something here.

"Hey," he says, trying to make a plate of cupcakes seem less odd.

His hot guy smiles. "I'm Davey."

"Jack. You Katherine's friend?"

"Yeah, from college. Are you?"

"Yup. Been stuck with her since middle school."

That makes his hot guy-- Davey-- smile wider. He's got a nice smile, with one slightly crooked bottom tooth and sparkly gloss on his lips.

Jack offers up one of his cupcakes, and Davey takes it, removing the bottom half so he can make a cupcake sandwich.

"You're gay, aren't you?" Jack asks, and almost immediately regrets it when Davey quirks up one eyebrow.

"Yes…" 

Jack points at the cupcake sandwich. "That's just. Only the gays are smart enough."

Davey nods slowly, his brows furrowing. Jack is ninety-nine percent sure that this hot guy, who is gay, now thinks hes an awkward frat boy-ish ally.

"I am, too. Gay, that is. Not very smart."

The confusion vanishes from Davey's face, and he laughs. "Okay, then." He finishes off the cupcake and sticks the folded-up wrapper in his back pocket, then holds out a hand. "You wanna dance?"

Jack isn't sure what he does with his plate. It's either shattered somewhere or in the possession of a stoner. All he remembers is nodding and taking Davey's hand.

"I will warn you," Jack says, "I'm not a good dancer. Two left feet, y'know?"

"Better than four left feet," Davey says, and Jack snorts. 

"So at least I'm human, and not a Martian?"

"I feel like Saturn has more of a four feet vibe."

"It's a gas giant, you can't walk on it."

"Well," Davey says solemnly, "that's for the Saturn aliens to figure out." Jack laughs at that, and Davey grins, tugging on his hand. "C'mon."

They dance for fifteen straight songs, long enough that the tipsiness from the beginning of the party has faded away into an entirely different happiness. By song fifteen, they've migrated directly into each other's personal space, and Jack is giddy with all the noise and closeness and every freckle on Davey's face.

Their hands bumping together has turned to Davey's arm around Jack's shoulders, which has turned into the two of them face-to-face, holding each other like it's a slow dance and talking just loud enough so the other can hear them. 

Davey's a constitutional law student, he loves Stevie Nicks, he has a cat and two siblings. He's hilarious, in a dry, begrudging sort of way, and he was apparently notoriously quiet in elementary school.

He has three freckles, right in a cluster, under his right eye. His fingernails are painted gold, and he laughs when Jack says something funny but never when Jack insults himself.

"Don't tell me what to do," the singer onstage cries. "Don't tell me what to say."

Davey's arms are wrapped around Jack's waist, which normally makes him feel claustrophobic and uncomfortable but is ridiculously pleasant right now. Jack's hands are resting on the back of Davey's neck, and everything is just so… nice. 

There's a million people screaming along to the song, everyone but the two of them smells like booze, and Jack is doing all the things that normally make him want to crawl out of his own skin. But it's nice. Better than nice, really, Jack thinks this might be one of the best nights he's had in a while.

Davey's expression turns thoughtful, and Jack tilts his head to the side, making him smile.

"What's the look for?"

Davey sighs softly. "I was just wondering," he says, "if you would be furious at me for kissing you."

That hits Jack like a bolt of lightning, running down his spine until every part of his body feels warm and alive. “Not furious,” he manages, and one of Davey’s hands comes up to cradle the side of his face, his touch breathtakingly delicate. “The opposite, really.”

“Okay,” Davey murmurs. “That’s good.” Jack barely has time to laugh.

Davey leans down a little, and everything slides, ever so slightly, into place. The kiss is all at once gentle and firm, soft in the way Davey’s thumb rests on Jack’s cheek and rough in how he grabs onto Jack’s waist and pulls him closer. Jack clutches at Davey’s shirt and his hair, trying to stay grounded, and groans under his breath when Davey bites on his lip.

There’s a different song playing when they pull away from each other. They’re both breathing heavily, the glitter of Davey’s lip gloss is smeared all around his mouth, and when Jack wipes at his own jaw, his fingers come away glittery, too. He swipes his finger across Davey’s cheekbone, making him laugh. They fall silent for a moment, and Jack thinks.

He isn’t entirely used to this break in his pattern. It’s entirely different from people finding him hilarious when they’re all drunk, him forming a circle of new friends, but then heading home alone. And he isn’t sure what he wants out of tonight, but he knows none of it will happen surrounded by Katherine’s wasted friends and acquaintances. 

Before he manages to lose his nerve, he asks, “Do you wanna head to my place?”

Davey immediately looks relieved. “Oh my god, yes, please.”

They make their way there, the journey broken up by pauses for making out against the bar, in the coatroom, in the back of their taxi, in the elevator up to Jack’s apartment, and outside the door of Jack’s apartment before Jack finally forces the door open and lets them inside.

By then, he's decided exactly what he wants.

When Jack wakes up, Davey is already awake and scrolling on his phone. He turns it off when he sees Jack’s eyes open and smiles at him. “Hey. I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Thanks.” He leans forward and kisses Davey, much slower than last night, and Davey runs his thumb over Jack’s lips when they part.

“I actually have to leave,” he says. “I’ve got class at noon.” Jack waves his hand for him to go.

“Go be a lawyer.”

“Mm, law student.”

“Tomato, tomahto.”

Davey kisses him again. “I’ll leave my number on your counter, okay?”

Jack nods, and Davey smiles, getting up to collect his clothes from where they’re strewn across the floor and get dressed. Jack whistles when he bends down to tie his boots, and Davey rolls his eyes, coming back to kiss him nonetheless.

"Parting is such sweet sorrow," Jack says against his lips, and Davey pulls away.

"You know Shakespeare?"

Jack laughs. "Not really. Nerd."

"Shut up." Davey kisses him again.

When he leaves, Jack stays in bed for a while, smiling gleefully, and picks up his phone. He remembers muting it in the taxi, and laughs as his messages pop up.

Charlie: where r u there's cotton candy made of vodka

Charlie: we're putting dibs on sleeping spaces so u better show up or u have to sleep in the garden

Charlie: wheeerrrreee aaaaaarrrrrrreeee yyyyoooooouuuuu

Charlie: LMAOOOO i saw spot's snap ;))))))

Charlie: and on kathys.. he's hot congrats!

Charlie: i'll assume that's where u are. get some bro!!!!!

Charlie: CHECK RAF'S SNAP HAVE U BEEN A SECRET HOE THE WHOLE TIME

Jack raises his eyebrows and goes to see what had happened, a sigh brewing in his chest. 

And.. yes. There it is.

He generally doesn't like having pictures taken of him. It's such a permanent act, something that can be there forever proving everything he thinks about himself correct. An everlasting piece of evidence that he's right. 

But none of that shows here. He doesn't look sad, or tired, or too short, or too big. He looks like he belongs in his skin. He looks like he enjoys his day-to-day. 

Also, Davey looks really into him. Which is implied by his tongue in Jack's mouth, but they look happy. They look like they fit together, like they've known each other for so much longer than that night.

In Katherine's picture, Davey has his fingers curled in Jack's belt loops, pulling him closer. They're smiling against each other's lips.

In Rafaela's, it is... significantly less sweet. Jack's pinned against the wall, Davey's hand is up his shirt, and Jack has to close it quickly before he starts thinking too much.

Okay. Okay, so Jack can never bring Davey out with his friends for fear of torment. Cool.

There's a little warm feeling in his chest, a brand-new rightness, that all of what had happened was how it was supposed to be. The way Davey looks in those pictures, like Jack is exactly what he wants, and the way every quick remark and joke and tease fit together and made sense-- he doesn't think he'll ever stop smiling.

His chest aches for a second. God, he needs Davey to feel the same way. He wants those private, gleeful smiles for himself and himself alone.

Please, God, don't let Davey want someone else.

It's been one night, he reminds himself, roughly fifteen hours. He takes a deep breath, remembers the way Davey's laugh borders on a cackle, and feels the tightness in his shoulders loosen.

He drags himself out of bed to the kitchen, and smiles at the receipt Davey's scribbled his number on. Davey must've brought the newspaper in and put the coffee on, and Jack scans over the entertainment section while he waits for his cup to cool down to drinking temperature.

After a while, the door phone buzzes, and Jack answers, confused. "Hey?"

"Yeah, I got a food delivery for Jack?"

He blinks and buzzes them in. "Uh, yeah, come on up."

It's entirely possible he might be murdered, but he also wants food.

After a minute or so, there's a knock on the door. Jack trades the brown paper bag for a cash tip, and the delivery person nods. "There's a note in there. I ain't gonna read it for you."

"Thanks."

They nod again and leave. Jack shuts the door and sets the bag down on his table, unpacking his bounty: golden waffles, little cups of whipped cream and syrup, and berries. The note is at the bottom of the bag, and Jack laughs in disbelief when he reads it.

Normally I'd make you breakfast. This is hopefully tastier than what I could've done. Text me sometime soon, don't wait three days to seem cool, please. 

"Of the very instant that I saw you, Did my heart fly to your service." -The Tempest

-Davey

Jack is going to marry this guy. He's decided. He's going to marry Davey whatever-his-last-name-is. 

To Charlie: so if a guy orders u breakfast how slutty should the thank u selfie be

She responds immediately, god bless her.

Charlie: babe that's up to the vibe

Charlie: also he sounds so sweet congrats!!! was the night good

To Charlie: very good.

Charlie: if it were ME it would be a titty out kinda look but you're you

To Charlie: thank u xx i will not be taking that advice

It takes him five minutes to get an appropriately goofy selfie without looking like a damn fool, and also still seeming kind of alluring and hot.

He texts with one hand while eating, not wanting the waffle to cool down any more, and debates for a while on the caption before finally going to google.

To Davey: img736.jpg

To Davey: "For where thou art, there is the world itself, And where thou art not, desolation"

To Davey: - Henry VI, i think?

Davey: going into the HISTORIES, I see

Davey: btw you're breathtaking. enjoy your breakfast!

Jack's a wreck for the rest of the day.

[athingthatwantsvirginia]

Lily Briscoe, Remember?

PART TWENTY-SIX OF THE DO YOU SEE HER FACE? SERIES

Pairing: Jess Mariano x Original Character (Ella Stevens)

Warnings: drinking, smoking, plentiful pop culture references

Word Count: 3.7K

Summary: After a visit to a local bar, Ella catches up with Jess and spends a night in Philadelphia.

Twirling her cool water glass around and around on the grimy table, Ella smiled softly when a Strokes song came over the speakers. The bar was some hole-in-the-wall dive a few blocks down from the publishing house, still adorned with St. Patrick’s Day decorations although it was halfway through May. But Ella didn’t mind it. There weren’t rowdy swarms of college students or bachelorette parties. Instead, people in their late twenties sat around in black, square-framed glasses talking in buzzing tones. They had locally-made beer and a small, empty stage with just a stool, where independent artists played on the weekends. The air was salty with fries and early summer excitement. Matthew made conversation with her as Chris and Jess went up to order the drinks. Leaning back against the ripped vinyl booth, Ella listened intently as Matthew, sat across from her in a creaky wooden chair, told her about he and Chris meeting in high school.

“...so, we weren’t in the AV club or anything, but we definitely weren’t on the football team either-”

Chris led the way back to the table with a tray of beers and a hoot of satisfaction, Jess trailing behind his friend and rolling his eyes.

Stopping mid-sentence, Matthew turned to Chris and swiped a drink. Chris sat down beside him and was almost instantly chattering away. Matthew seemed kind, quiet, subdued. A good balance to Chris’s chaotic enthusiasm. Jess slid into the booth beside Ella, shrugging off his suit jacket, flushed in the stuffy air. Their upper arms touched, making her stomach do a flip. Even though it had been years since he lived at Luke’s, Jess still somehow had an aroma of pine.

“So,” Chris began, turning to Ella with a pointed look and a grin, “what do you do, Ella?”

“Oh, um, I’m a waitress.”

“And an artist,” Jess chimed in, taking a sip from his bottle.

Ella rolled her eyes and then shot him a teasing glare. “Not professionally. But I just graduated from Southern Connecticut State last week. Hopefully I won’t be filling sandwich orders my whole life.”

“You graduated already, Doogie?” Jess asked with a pleasant, surprised chuckle.

She shrugged. “Wasn’t too big a deal. I took summer classes and stuff.”

“What’s your major?” Matthew asked.

“Studio art,” she said. “Minor in history, though.”

Jess raised his brows, but said nothing. Apparently she hadn’t gone through only outward changes. He could smell her lavender perfume as he sipped on his cheap, watery beer. It was odd to see her in Keeley’s, a bar he’d frequented since arriving in Philadelphia. The feeling was not quite deja-vu, but his worlds were certainly colliding. In the back of his mind, he wondered where her necklace was, wondered where she was living. It was easy to feel like he knew her, maybe better than anyone, but they hadn’t spoken in so long. She could be married, for all he knew. Scanning her thin hands, he found no engagement or wedding rings. But an uneasiness still sat right under his skin, eager to be resolved.

Crossing his arms, elbows on the table, Chris leaned closer into the conversation. “That’s so cool! Do you have anything lined up? Seems like you should, considering how many people tried to buy your sketches today.”

She scoffed, continuing to turn her glass anxiously. A blush warmed her cheeks, and a nervous smile tugged at her lips as she averted her eyes down to the table. “Sort of. Grad school is where I’m headed now.”

“Really?” Jess chimed in. “Where?”

Clearing her throat, Ella raked a hand through her hair. Though Jess tilted his head at her, she refused to meet his gaze. “It’s funny, actually. I’ve still got some things to work out...but UPenn.”

“No way! That’s right down the road from us!” Chris exclaimed.

Ella’s smile widened marginally, and excitement rose in her chest. “Yeah, it’s weird. I had a few I was choosing between, and Penn reached out and...I only confirmed a couple weeks ago. A few days before I got your invitation in the mail. Since I was coming down here anyway, I scheduled my interview with the Dean for tomorrow.”

“Well, congrats,” Matthew said, raising his bottle.

“Thanks,” she replied, feeling slightly silly as she toasted her water against their beers.

Before another moment had passed, Chris got a page on his beeper. Apparently, the poet who had performed at the open house had left something of his behind and would need to be let in early the next morning. Matthew and Chris began commiserating amongst themselves about the performer, who was apparently less than a joy to work with. Biting on the inside of her cheek, Ella tried to suppress her smile. Too much joy made her nervous. It meant always waiting for the other shoe to drop. She’d had the odd mixture of anxiety and anticipation brewing in her stomach since opening Jess’s package. It was too much of a coincidence for her to be going to a school five minutes away from where Jess worked. Too perfect. She didn’t trust it.

Beside her, Jess was trying equally hard to hold in his emotions. She would be in Philly. Right down the road. She hadn’t been right down the road from him in what felt like forever. There were still so many unknowns. But he couldn’t help the swell of his heart. What were the chances? Plastering on a smug smirk, a mask to hide his exhilaration at her news, he nudged her gently with his elbow.

“So, you’re Philly bound?”

“Seems that way,” she said, nodding.

He hummed in acknowledgement, pausing to gaze at her for a moment. Freckles and Bette Davis eyes and a deep, raspy voice. So different but so familiar. She offered him a tiny smile, caught up in the moment. A swarm of pleasant butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and again, she wished they could kiss. Inside their private world, as they once had been.

“Y’know, I think it was fate,” Jess said, smirk growing. “Us both ending up here.”

She snorted a laugh and shook her head slightly. “Not all that idealist bullshit again, Mariano.”

“Hey, not everything changes,” Jess shrugged, taking another sip.

“Guess not,” she said quietly, a fond sparkle in her hazel eyes. “But I’d expect nothing less from a Hemingway fetishist.”

Jess rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Stevie Nicks.”

Instead of retorting, Ella snatched the beer sitting before Jess and took a long sip. Setting it down in front of him again, she winked and then began to hum along to Julian Casablancas’s lyrics.

.   .   .

“I’m serious. I was really planning on just getting a motel,” Ella insisted.

Shushing her, a finger on his lips, Chris shook his head. He stood in the tiny kitchen, rummaging through the rusty fridge for some drunk food. Matthew was tipsy, and had already retreated to his room. Chris, however, had managed to get absolutely wasted. They’d practically dragged him up the stairs in Truncheon to the apartment above, while he babbled loudly, complaining about his boyfriend being out of town for the open house. Now, as Jess and Ella argued about her sleeping in the apartment, he offered slurred interjections and cackles off to the side.

Jess, having only drunk two beers over the course of the day, rolled his eyes at his friend. “Go to bed, man.”

“Make me, Jess,” Chris replied jovially, retrieving a box of fried chicken from behind the half-and-half. Straightening up, he shot them both a smug grin and made for the bedroom he shared with Matthew. “Have fun, kids.”

“Good luck fighting that sweater off your head,” Ella quipped, not able to stop the words before they left her mouth. Chris, for all his exuberance, was wearing deceptively stuffy clothes. A button-up with a patterned sweater over it, khakis.

Again, Chris only laughed. “She’s feisty. Let’s keep her forever.”

Smiling thinly, Ella gave him the finger. He blew her a kiss before entering the dark room and shutting the door loudly behind him. Ella winced slightly. She knew Matthew was probably already asleep in one of the room’s twin beds.

Jess ran a hand down his face, standing amid the cluttered mess of their living room.

Ella turned back to Jess, crossing her arms over her chest as an amused crease formed between her brows. “How’d you end up living with them again?”

“Long story.”

“I would imagine.”

“He’s usually not quite so intolerable, but it’s been a big day,” Jess said apologetically. “And he’s still super pissed his boyfriend had to go outta town for work.”

Ella shrugged. “Hey, no problem. I like them. But, yes, it has been a big day. And I don’t want to keep you up any longer. So, why don’t I just stay at a motel?”

Shaking his head, Jess gestured for her to follow him and led the way to his bedroom. “Yeah, right. It’s past midnight. You can just crash with me. Not like we haven’t shared a bed before.”

A heavy sigh escaped her lips. “Are you sure? At least let me take the couch. I’ve been sleeping on one for two years, anyway.”

“At Lane’s?” Jess asked, switching on the ceiling light as they entered.

Surveying the bedroom, a smile immediately came to Ella’s lips. The living room was an absolute mess, but he’d managed to keep his own room decently clean. In the small space, he had only a queen-sized bed, pushed against the wall with the windows, and a dresser, on top of which his boombox sat. Piles of books and CDs littered the scratched wood floor, mostly in the free corners. A framed poster of Nietzche hung above his bed, and she burst out laughing when she saw it, before she could help herself.

“What?” Jess asked, brows furrowed.

She pointed to the poster, then bit down on her thumb nail to stifle her giggles. “Nothing, I’m just glad you’re becoming self-aware.”

He rolled his eyes playfully. “Already overstaying your welcome, Stevens. The bathroom’s the first door on the left when you walk into the apartment. You can get changed, brush your teeth, whatever.”

Nodding, Ella slipped off her shoes near the door and put down her heavy shoulder bag. It only took a minute of rifling through before she found the pajamas and toothbrush she’d packed for the short trip. Since she was little, she couldn’t fall asleep before brushing her teeth first. Clutching the supplies in her arms, she turned back to Jess. He’d taken off his suit jacket and tossed it down on the bed, was unclasping his watch and setting it down on the dresser. He looked so grown up in the yellowish overhead light, bright against the dark green walls.

“This is really okay with you, Jess?” she asked, sounding shyer than he’d ever heard.

“Yeah,” he replied, flashing her a reassuring smile. “What kind of host would I be otherwise?”

Smiling back, Ella nodded again. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

As she left the room, Jess let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in and ran a hand over his mouth. He thought back to the night she’d let him sleep over, dragged him from the freezing back seat of his old car into her warm bedroom. It was the least he could do. Truly. But anxiety squeezed his insides tightly. He tried to shake it off. Ella herself had said he didn’t need to be nervous. He changed into some sweatpants and a t-shirt quickly, running his hands through his neat hair and turning it messy. When she returned, face washed and teeth brushed, he was just flicking on his bedside lamp and pulling back the blue comforter. He recognized the Bowie t-shirt she wore from some vague memory.

“No KISS shirt?” he asked.

She chuckled as she stuffed her dress and toothbrush into her bag near the door. “Oh, I never travel with that. Couldn’t bear for it to get lost.”

“Oh, right, my mistake,” Jess said. “You can turn out that switch, if you want.”

Ella turned off the overhead light, left only in the glow of his nightstand lamp. Before the nausea could overtake her, she powered through the shakiness of her hands and came to sit across from him. It didn’t need to be strange. She’d just gotten her best friend back. And they could sleep in the same bed as they had so many times before.

“Since I’m already taking advantage of your hospitality,” she began, eyeing the half-empty pack of Marlboros on the floor by the bed, “could I maybe borrow a cigarette?”

Smirking fondly, Jess nodded, reaching down to grab the pack and the lighter. He lit hers for her as she held it between her lips, and then his own. He cracked open the window and flicked ash out into the May midnight.

“What’s got you smoking?” he asked.

She sighed through her nose in white streams. “My interview with the Dean tomorrow. I mean, I’m already in. And they contacted me because of my portfolio. But, I don’t know. Anything could happen.”

“But it won’t,” Jess said. “It’ll be fine. You’re Lily Briscoe, remember?”

A weak smile crossed her face and she gave an unconvincing nod. Then, she looked back up at him curiously. “What about you? Still smoke as much as you did in high school?”

Jess shook his head. “No. Almost never. But I may have panicked about this whole open house thing last night.”

“Looked like it went great,” she said, tapping ash out the window, sitting cross-legged.

Shrugging, Jess leaned back against the wall behind his bed. “We’ll see what that lady from the paper writes.”

“Who cares what she thinks?” Ella asked.

“People who could spend their money here,” Jess answered, chuckling breathily.

Waving a dismissive hand, Ella took a final drag of her cigarette. She crushed it out on the windowsill, where she saw the small, circular remnants of smokes past, before throwing butt out the window into the dumpster below. “Maybe. Seems like you’ve got a pretty decent underground following already.”

“And you call me the idealist,” he said, shaking his head and tossing out his own cigarette.

She laughed lightly, following Jess’s lead as he closed his window again and got under the covers. Soon, they faced each other with their heads against Jess’s pillows. They smelled like him. After shutting off his lamp, Jess regarded Ella in the dim light. He felt like he’d stepped through a door into a memory or a dream.

“Speaking of Truncheon, tell me about the book,” she said quietly.

“Which book?”

“Your book, Sherlock,” she teased.

He sighed, swallowing dryly. “What do you want to know?”

“Everything,” she replied. “I mean, when did you write it? How did you write it? Did ever end up getting a computer, or-”

“Woah, Stevens,” he interrupted, snickering at her rapid-fire questions. “I started writing it when I was still in Stars Hollow.”

She furrowed her brows. “What?”

“Yeah. That notebook I came back for when I picked up my car? I sort of...started before I left. I took a break in California. But I started taking advantage of the library computers when I got back to New York.”

“So, it really was an On The Road thing.”

“Not quite so ambitious,” he said. “But, once I read that Stephen King book you got me...I just got started.”

“And you never told me?” she asked.

He only shrugged in response.

Ella shook her head slightly, watching him with furrowed brows. “Curiouser and curiouser, Mariano.”

“I wanted to surprise you with it.”

“Well, you did.” She thought she saw a flush rise to his cheeks, but couldn’t quite tell in the low light. Something indecipherable flashed across his eyes as he hesitated. She took the lead instead. “Hey Jess?”

“Hm?”

“I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Jess rolled his eyes, really blushing now. His face went scarlet, and he uttered a nervous chuckle. “Thanks, Daria.”

“Anytime, James Dean.”

Ignoring the flip of his stomach, Jess let the compliment roll off him like water and faced her earnestly. “Did you say you were still livin’ with Lane?”

She nodded. “Yeah. It was just...easier than getting my own place. A smaller chunk of the rent to pay. Especially with how many classes I was taking, and it was right across the street from Luke’s. At some point, we upgraded to a futon, so it was a little easier to sleep.”

Jess snorted. “I’m pretty sure you could fall asleep in the middle of a tornado, get transported to Oz, then back to Kansas, and wouldn’t wake up the whole time.”

“Be that as it may,” she said pointedly, “it was pretty okay. But Lane and Zach are getting married in a couple weeks. It would be time to move out even if it wasn’t for grad school.”

“Lane and Zach?” Jess asked, brows furrowed in surprise. “What about that Dave guy?”

Ella sighed softly. “He went to California for college. Eventually, they broke up. And she was on and off with Zach and...I don’t know. He’s not the worst guy. And I know there’s no talking her out of it, anyway.”

“People are gonna do what they’re gonna do,” Jess agreed, thinking back to his own mother’s last wedding.

“I’ll miss her, though. Without Lane, I would probably still have majored in history. Ended up teaching at Stars Hollow High.”

“No way.”

“I’m not so sure. But just seeing Lane play with the band all the time...she looked so happy. Even though she had no money and her mom was pissed at her. I thought maybe actually trying to do what you love wasn’t such a crazy idea,” she explained, voice husky and tired, but so lively.  

It made Jess smile. “That’s great, Eleanor.”

She shrugged again and cleared her throat, wincing slightly. “Ugh, Jesus. Smoking is never worth it. I don’t think I’ve smoked since...since the last time we saw each other. The morning after you left.”

His face fell. There it was. Finally. “I’m sorry, Elle.”

“For what?” she asked dismissively. The past was past.

“For that night. Everything. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“It’s okay, Jess.”

“Luke gave me this stupid self-help book and I read it and we kinda went to the wedding together and I got...mixed up.”

Smiling softly, Ella shifted in her spot to move a little closer to him. “I’m gonna need more details on that self-help book later.”

He uttered a self-conscious scoff.

“But, really Jess, it’s okay. I understand. And...I just...I wasn’t ready,” she said finally, struggling for her words. “After I moved out of my dad’s house...I still needed Lane. And Lorelai. And Luke. I always thought getting away would fix everything. But...I wasn’t ready for you.”

A sad smile tugged at his lips. “I don’t think I was ready for you, either.”

Breathing deeply, Ella let the moment pass between them. Forgiveness, maybe? On both sides? She wasn’t quite sure what it was, but she knew it made her feel calmer. Maybe ripping old wounds open was worth it if it meant they would finally get the chance to heal.

“I bet you started breaking hearts when you got here though. What with the starry-eyed starving artist thing you’ve got going on,” she said. She knew it was a flimsy attempt at being sly, but she just couldn’t bring herself to ask him outright. And he was letting her sleep in his bed. That was a positive sign. But she needed to know for sure.

He chuckled slightly and shook his head. “Not really. Turns out, people don’t flock to the guy with nothing but a shitty final draft and a duffel bag to his name.” Then, after a beat of silence, sirens blaring from somewhere off in the distance of the city, he spoke again. “What about you?”

The inquisitive, almost hopeful, tone in his voice made her heart skip a beat. “Nothing extraordinary. A couple dates. Guys. Girls. Never got anything to stick.”

“Hm.” Jess paused, watching Ella watch him.

The sound of the singing crickets mixed strangely with the murmur of the city, even in the early Monday morning hours. Ella tried to remember each detail of the present moment. Lying beside Jess in Philadelphia, preparing to go to grad school, finally out from under the thumbs of her father and Stars Hollow. And in love. She decided on it finally. Nothing had changed. She loved Jess as she had for so long, even if she had never truly realized it. Maybe she had, but was too scared to admit it. She thought back to the day he took her to the Met, riding back home in his car, nothing but the dark, empty highway around them. She’d almost said it then. But she hadn’t. Even then, though, she’d been completely his. All or nothing. Do or die.

Slowly, she brought her hand out from under the covers and placed it on his cheek. She stroked his stubbly skin with her thumb. The boy who’d turned into a man all on his own, who had always been so guarded and so kind. Who gave her a bed when she was drunk and bought her charcoals on Valentine’s Day and took her to museums and wrote books for her and hung her drawings on his wall. Who she had taken to a private movie and driven to the emergency room and kissed as an Interpol song played and brought in from the cold. The give and take which had always been there, making her feel safe. Easy. Home.

Taking a moment to close his eyes, Jess quieted all the thoughts screaming in his head.

“I missed you,” she whispered.

“I missed you too,” he replied, too overwhelmed to say much of anything else. He remembered the night on the bridge when they’d decided to try together. How the nerves had made his stomach churn. But she’d taken his hand in hers. She’d made the first move. And made his whole being feel calm. She had cared for him when he couldn’t care for himself. It made him feel like a teenager again. Her touch. Her voice. Her mind.

He wound his arm around her waist and brought her closer, hugging her tightly. They were silent and comfortable. Eventually, Ella’s breathing deepened and Jess felt her muscles relax, holding her. Outside, he could see the full moon reflecting light against a clear night sky. And he felt so content he could barely shut his eyes for a second, fearful of missing anything.

[welshdragonrawr]

For the “let’s get personal asks”.... all of them?? Please?? I’ll do anything 🙈 ~🍑

Anythiiiiing? That’s a mighty offer. I’ll try to keep these short and simple cuz there’s so many and poor moots will end up suffering a long post on their dash. But if anyone wants a long-winded elaboration on anything, feel free to ask.

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most? This Is Me Trying by Taylor Swift, Landslide by Stevie Nicks, In the End by Linkin Park, Perfect Places by Lorde, Funeral by Phoebe Bridgers, Wasteland Baby by Hozier

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Sarah Paulson

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.However. Kits is glowering at me. I’m only too aware that...

4: What do you think about most? Life

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say? Your latest [redacted] phone bill is ready. Check it out in your [redacted] account

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on? With 

7: What’s your strangest talent? Writing? It’s my only talent

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence) Girls are incredible. Boys are alright.

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you? Yes

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar? About a month ago

11: Do you have any strange phobias? So many, not sure if they’re full-blown phobias tho

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose? No

13: What’s your religion? What’s the name for respecting aspects of a lot but not following one specifically?

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? Walking?

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band? Fleetwood Mac

17: What was the last lie you told? I haven’t got you anything yet

18: Do you believe in karma? Yes

19: What does your URL mean? I used to live in Wales and I’m too stubborn/attached to change it

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength? Insecurity/Loyalty

21: Who is your celebrity crush? Sarah Paulson

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping? No

23: How do you vent your anger? Writing

24: Do you have a collection of anything? Books

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Neither Phone I think

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become? Yes and No

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love? Metal scratching glass/Sarah Paulson’s voice

28: What’s your biggest “what if”? What if I had never gotten seriously ill when I did

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Yes and Yes

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. Phone/Blanket

31: Smell the air. What do you smell? Jacket potatoes cooking

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to? [Redacted] Hospital

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast? East?

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender? Hozier?

35: To you, what is the meaning of life? To make the most of the miraculous fact we’re here at all 

36: Define Art. Truth, Beauty, Horror and History 

37: Do you believe in luck? Yes

38: What’s the weather like right now? Grey and overcast

39: What time is it? 1pm

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed? No, so no

41: What was the last book you read? Thin Air by Michelle Paver

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline? No

43: Do you have any nicknames? So many

44: What was the last film you saw? The Princess Diaries

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? Just cuts and bruises so far luckily

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly? Yes

47: Do you have any obsessions right now? Sarah Paulson

48: What’s your sexual orientation? Lesbian

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you? Yes

50: Do you believe in magic? Sometimes

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? Sometimes

52: What is your astrological sign? Scorpio

53: Do you save money or spend it? Save

54: What’s the last thing you purchased? Car accessories for a xmas present

55: Love or lust? Love

56: In a relationship? ‘It’s complicated’

57: How many relationships have you had? 3 I think?

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue? Yes

59: Where were you yesterday? At home

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? Flowers

61: Are you wearing socks right now? No

62: What’s your favourite animal? Otter

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? Kindness

64: Where is your best friend? Too far away

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr. @serawalkerwrites, @sisterxwinters, @grilledcheeseandguavajelly, @thefandomlesbian, @awildgothappeared

66: What is your heritage? Not much

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM? Reading in bed

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name? Why don’t you ask him?

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off? Yes

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend? Yes

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? Help the dog

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid? a) certain people b) visit my loved ones c) yes

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love. 

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? Shake it Out by Florence and the Machine

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number? [Redacted]

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? Communication, Kindness and Care

77: How can I win your heart? Be Kind

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity? Sometimes

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? Deciding to message the ones who’ve become my closest friends

80: What size shoes do you wear? 5 (european size)

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone? Don’t really know, probably something literary

82: What is your favourite word? Fernweh

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. Loved ones

84: What is a saying you say a lot? Keep on keeping on

85: What’s the last song you listened to? This Is Me Trying by Taylor Swift

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours? Purple/Red/Blue

87: What is your current desktop picture? Drunk Princess Leia (cover art from Wishful Drinking by Carrie Fisher)

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? He who shall not be named

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? What are you truly afraid of?

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do? Go back to sleep probably

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? Telekinesis?

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again? Some time with my Aunt

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? Onset of chronic illness

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be? Florence Welch

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? Florida for reasons

96: Do you have any relatives in jail? No

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car? Yes

98: Ever been on a plane? Yes

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say? Be kind to one another. This world is a shitshow right now. Choose to be a good plot twist in it.

That was long, so congrats to anyone who actually sat through/read all that.

[drkstrangeson]

Sleeping Together

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Questionable fluff??? One bad word ;))) (This is written after Pepper said that she would leave Tony, but Tony let Pepper leave.)

Summary: You and Tony Stark were sent on a mission together, but since S.H.I.E.L.D. forgot to provide accommodations, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

Authors Note: This is a writing challenge by @buckyismymainman in celebration for their 1k followers! My prompt was; “There was one bed!! *gasp*” This is my first-time writing fanfiction, and I know that my writing is terrible. But I did it for fun anyways and I did have fun writing it. (Although I was SO stressed out bc I’m gonna be judged on my skills) Congrats on getting 1k followers!!! Keep doing what you do and be happy doing it!!!! 💕💕

Also, special thanks to @superbanananinja234 for being my first reader and my personal hype man or else idk if i would’ve posted this. I love you 3k ;)))

Word Count: 2k

Nick Fury had decided to assign you and Tony Stark on the same mission, something about needing twice the amount of brains for the mission. Nick had also assigned Natasha and Clint on another mission, and since it was on the way to their mission location, both of you decided to take the same Quinjet as Natasha and Clint, so that you would be able to joke around with Natasha and get closer to Clint before the four of you went on your different ways.

The moment you found out that you were going on a mission with Tony, you were ecstatic. You always sneaked glances at Tony, whenever he was working out, tinkering around, or taking charge of Stark Industries. Thanks to your training, you were able to escape under his radar for a long time, until you had to spend time alongside him. Sure, he made it hard, because he pretended to not care about anyone, but you knew that he was the most caring person to everyone that he cared about.

Now, Tony Stark had everything he could ever want in the world, and if he didn’t have it, all he had to do was ask for it. Whatever he had was understandably luxurious, as is befitting of someone with a billionaire status. However, since young, he had learnt to close himself off to everyone, and misdirect everyone if he ever needed to do something sneaky, so if he cared about someone, he cared about them. He remembered everything everyone said, just to keep himself safe from imminent danger.

After Natasha and Clint had dropped you and Tony off, you both slowly come to the realisation that S.H.I.E.L.D. decided to not provide suitable enough lodging (according to Tony, at least), both of you went to find the nearest hotel. Except for the fact that this was in a weird part of Earth, and there weren’t any hotels at all, let alone five-star ones.

“Why don’t we just go to a nearby motel or whatever instead? It’s only one night.” You ran after Tony as he took off stomping. “Look, I’ll get a Google maps to the nearest motel up and running quick.” As quickly as you said that, he turned around and pushed a finger square into the middle of your chest, staring into your [E/C]. You stared back, and batted your eyelashes, albeit playfully. “Yes, Tony?”

Tony opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, a notification sound came from your phone. “Hey! There’s a motel nearby! Let’s go! You need to charge your suit anyway, right?” You grabbed his arm and pulled him along. He shut up immediately and threw his free arm up in disapproval before trudging after you silently and unwillingly.

“[Y/N], you know I don’t like to sleep in foreign areas.” He eventually spoke up, but not before you both reach the motel.

“It’ll be fine, TonyTones--”

“Do not call me that, [Y/N].”

“Besides, we’re already here, so let's just get a room with two beds, in case you do fall asleep.”

“I will not fall asleep. I’ve got things to do before we continue with the mission tomorrow.”

You shrugged, and headed towards the receptionist, asking if they had a room with two beds.

“Yes, we do, actually. Room 204. Just turn right and head forward. For how many nights?”

“Just this one, than--”

“Make it two.” Tony spoke up from behind you and handed the receptionist his credit card with a wink. The receptionist blushed hard and coughed while inputting some details. They then handed Tony the keys, who in turn, smirked at the receptionist, and gave them a silent ‘thank you’ before turning around and ushering you towards the rooms.

“Tony, why are we staying another night?” You inquired as you both walked towards the room, Tony playing with the key in his hand.

“Well, with me being the best Avenger and everything, I decided to be thoughtful and thought that you would need another day to rest before heading back to the HQ. Totally not because I have something else to do here the next night…” Tony mumbled the last part and attempted to insert the key into the keyhole. You tapped your foot lightly to an invisible song while waiting for him.

“TonyTones, are you not done with the door? I thought you were a genius engineer, what happened?” You laughed lightly at your own joke.

“[Y/N], I told you not to call me that, and the fucking key doesn’t fit the keyhole.” Tony revealed, and you took the key out of his hands.

“Language.” You opened the locked door effortlessly, and scoffed at him. Tony rolled his eyes, muttering something about ‘still being smarter than you’, and you laughed. You walked in, not before stopping at the doorway.

“Oh Jesu— Hey, Ms ‘I-Think-I’m-Smarter-Than-Tony-Stark’, don’t just stop in the middle of the hallway!” You stumbled forward, your back hurting a little.

“Tony, there’s only one bed.” You gasped out, and Tony shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter, I have things to do tonight before the mission tomorrow, remember? I’m pretty sure I told you that I wasn’t going to be sleeping.” He pushed past you and immediately set his suit up to charge. You proceeded to lie down on the bed and sighed.

“And I’m pretty sure I told you that sleep is good for you, oh like, at least a million times now, Tony.” You retorted, but Tony being Tony, he just shrugged. Lack of sleep seemed to do Tony well, but not so much for yourself. Damn you, unfair genetics.

After a nice shower, you sat down beside Tony, who was tinkering with his suit. You never knew what he was doing, going on about transistors and capacitors. Tony had changed into his tanktop, which, in his defence, was ‘the single most comfortable thing to wear, second of which is my suit’. You thought it looked stupid until he busted out his sunglasses. He looked even stupider, and you cracked up laughing.

But, god. Tony looked so good in everything he wore, but somehow, he looked even better in a tanktop. His muscles bulged as he tightened some bolts in his suit. You had to physically turn yourself away so that the weird fantasies in your head will stop. “I’m gonna be sleeping now, Tones, good night!” You said loudly, and pulled the blanket over yourself.

“Good night kid, good job today. You did great. Get some rest.” Tony said softly, not breaking eye contact with whatever he was soldering. He rewired some parts of his suit, and tested out his blaster, without letting the blast loose, in case you woke up from that. After that, he flipped through the files about the mission that was about to happen the next day, before looking over at the bed. He was functioning off of one cup of coffee, and two cups of whiskey. Both of which he took before you both left Stark Tower for the current mission. Which was at least a good twelve hours before this.

Tony could feel himself crashing, but he didn’t want to intrude on your peaceful sleep. Therefore, he grabbed a couple of pillows and put it between both of you, before falling asleep on the bed the moment he laid down.

You woke up in the middle of the night, tangled in someone else’s arms and legs. Trying to pull your arm out, Tony pulled you into a tight hug instead. Looking up to a sleeping Tony, you tried to wriggle free, but his grip was hard.

“Jarvis, you there?” You spoke to the suit, as much as you could possible, being tangled in the arms of Tony.

“Yes, [Y/N]. Do you need help waking up Mr Stark? I’m sure he will let you go the moment he wakes up.”

“It’s fine, just tell him the next time he wants to hug me, he can just do it awake.” Jarvis made a sound of confirmation. Your nose itched, so you sniffed. God, what kind of aftershave did he use, because he smelled SO good. You decided that it wasn’t that bad, and fell asleep soon enough again, feeling safe and secure in his arms.

Eventually, Tony woke up to an alarm, with a sore arm. He groaned, and found one arm below you, with the other on you, as if he was hugging you. Wait, he is hugging you. You were hugging him a little, too, with your legs tangled underneath his. It’s been awhile since he had gotten a good night’s sleep, but he’d never have thought that the reason for his good night’s sleep would’ve been you. You snored softly under him, and he smiled. He tightened his hug, and snuggled against you.

You soon woke to the same alarm, as Tony was snuggling against you. Thinking that it was a dream, you closed your eyes again and leaned closer, before snapping up immediately. You looked around for your phone, while Tony groaned loudly, a verbal way of expressing his dismay at you leaving his arms.

“Tones! We’re late! C’mon wake up!” You flew out of the bed, and hurried to get dressed properly. When Tony did not move from the bed, you gave him a few light slaps on his abdomen. “TonyTones!!! Get up! I’m not about to disappoint Fury!”

“The next time you call me TonyTones, or Tones, I will make you shut up.” Tony sat up on the bed and pointed a finger at you. You stared back at him and retorted.

“And, Mr. TonyTonyTones, how would you do that?” You cocked your head, a genuine question. You started to think. “Put a finger against my lips? Physically shush me until I keep quiet? Oh! Or would you just cup your hand in front of my mouth instead? Because you and I both know I would very likely lick your hand if you di—"

“I’m... gonna kiss you.” Tony said, with a very ‘as a matter of fact’ tone, without breaking his eye contact with you. “I will kiss you to keep you quiet, and I dare to say this, because I know you like me. I know the way you look at me sometimes, [Y/N].” You were about to say something, but he shoved his index finger against your lips. You looked down at his finger, and he chuckled, then removed his finger.

“So, lemme get this straight. If I call you “TonyTones” again, you’re gonna kiss me? Is that right? What if I called you “LooneyTones”? You know, like “LooneyTun—"

All you saw was that Tony took one step forward, and suddenly his lips were against yours. You tensed up, but slowly started to lean into it after you realised how calm, and yet, demanding, his kiss was. You could feel how soft his tongue was, exploring and gently probing around your mouth, desperate to claim you for his.

You closed your eyes, and took your time exploring every nook and cranny of his mouth. Your hands made its way up to Tony’s shoulders, and tenderly touched his cheek. He slid his arms around your waist, pulling you closer towards him. Moaning softly, he leaned in more, before you broke apart from him.

“Hey Tones, no wait, don’t kiss me.” Tony looked at you, amused, and you carried on. “I mean you can, next time, just not now. Remember we have a mission to do?” You mumbled, while looking at him. He put his hands up in defeat, and went over to his suit, unplugging it from the socket. You’ve learnt that hard way once, when he forgot to unplug his suit and had called it during a mission, it ripped out the wires in the walls.

“Let’s go then, as much as you don’t want to disappoint Fury, I don’t want to disappoint you tonight.” Tony smirked and winked, grabbed the keys from the table, and headed out. You smoothed out your clothes, attempted to calm yourself down, and headed out after him.

[lawandorderforevercsi]

Love and Family

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: Miami Anthony Zuiker and CBS do.

Author's Note: Drabble style of my other favorite pair.

Genre: General

Rating: K+

Birthday

From the moment that Horatio got that call that Natalia was ready and in pain, he told Calleigh that she would be in charge for at least a few days. Calleigh knew why and mouthed, "Congrats."

Horatio then rushed out of the crime lab and into his hummer and headed to the hospital. Natalia had contacted him, saying she was in labor. When he arrived at their home. She was already standing outside with her hospital stay bag.

Horatio got out of the car and helped his wife into the car. He then jumped back into the driver's side of the car, took off for the hospital. While he was driving, he was asking, "How far are the contractions?"

Natalia replied, "Right now, five and…ow, ow. ow!"

A contraction hit and she began breathing in and out.

Horatio said, "We are almost there, my love. Hang in there."

They reached the hospital ER and parked in the closest spot to the door with the sirens. Everything was a blur after a nurse came by with a wheelchair for Natalia.

Hours later, they had a new birthday to celebrate and a newborn to love and cherish for the rest of their lives, their little girl Erin Marika Caine.

Family

It has finally happened their family had gone from six down to two. Horatio and Natalia's children have all moved out and on to the next chapter of their lives.

Erin, who followed in Natalia's footsteps and studied BioChem in college, was well on her way to becoming a doctor. Nathan, like his big brother before him joined the military. Only instead of the Army, Nathan joined the Navy. Then there were the babies of the family, Nicholas, and Sophia. Nicholas was in California attending one of the best colleges on the West Coast for engineering, while his twin sister is doing volunteer work before starting her first year at UNC.

Of the four of them, their brightest star was Erin. When Erin heard more about who her guardian angel was, she wanted to know all about her. Horatio had told her as much as he could before Eric told her more. It was this way Erin had grown very close with her Uncle Eric. When she started high school she had on a necklace with a locket that had Marisol's photo in. It became her good luck charm.

Grumble

This was not how Horatio or Natalia pictured they would spend their day off. The original plan was to take the kids to the park for a picnic and let them play at the playground to run off their seemingly excess energy. However, as they had everything ready to go and were one foot out the door when the thunder sounded, and then the clouds opened up, it began pouring rain, and just like that, their plans changed.

Horatio and Natalia grumbled. They went inside and closed the door. No sooner were Erin and her younger brother on the ground, the tykes took their own shoes off and took off running, making a lot of noise. Horatio and Natalia looking at each other and agreeing nonverbally it was going to be a long day as they were now stuck with two exuberant kids.

Thankfully the electrical sockets had been covered before Erin began to crawl. However, that was only one less worry.

Soon they heard sounds coming from the bedroom and the bathroom. Horatio and Natalia shook their heads and quickly went to the locations. When they got there, Natalia saw that Erin had called in the books she and her brother shared and promptly got to work to get the books placed back. On the other hand, Horatio had seen Nathan literally buried himself under what looked like two rolls of toilet paper.

As Horatio worked to get his son out of the mess, he wondered, what is it with toddlers and toilet paper?

No sooner was the mess cleaned up when the kids began giggling mischievously and took off running, causing both Natalia and Horatio to groan loudly. They took off and followed the little stinkers— that was how it played out for the rest of the time: Erin and Nathan then made a mess of all the toys they had received so far. Then they led mom and dad on a wild goose chase. The worst of it was when both got into the pots and pans, made a lot of noise, and gave Horatio and Natalia significant headaches.

Several hours later, both he and Natalia had finally gotten the little goofballs to bed. Now they too were getting ready for bed; the squirts had been mischief makers all day long even they were tuckered out. Horatio sat in bed after having freshened up. One thing went through his head, boy if this is a preview of how they would be when they are older, Natalia and I have our work cut out for us.

-x-

Once the kids were asleep, Natalia had joined Horatio. Once Horatio turned the lamp off, he wrapped his arms around her. Once their heads hit the bed, both were out like a light.

Kiss

It had been a long day at the lab, and all Horatio wanted to do was to hold his gorgeous and sexy girlfriend, Natalia. While he is grateful for the time he had with Marisol, he knows it was Marisol who had helped lead him to Natalia.

When he got home and opened the door, he saw that her back was to him. So he silently closed the door and then slipped out of his shoes before he quietly snuck up to her and then wrapped his arms around her waist and began to kiss her neck.

Natalia was stirring the sauce for dinner when she felt a pair of strong arms around her waist. She smiled and wrapped her hands, and his arms leaned into this hug.

After turning the heat down to a simmer, Natalia turned around and said, "Long day at the lab, handsome?"

Horatio leaned and gave Natalia a peck on the lips, then leaned his forehead against hers and said, "You have no idea, my love."

Natalia said, "How about we go upstairs and have a little bit of fun?"

There would be time for food later. It was time for Horatio to get what needed…love.

Lethargic [Natalia's POV]

Today sucked. The past few days, I have been so lethargic. All the foods that I love to eat made me queasy. The smell of caffeine also made me nauseous. So, for now, I only drink herbal and green tea. The worst of all, any little smell would set me off. And it did. When we checked out the photos of a crime, somehow, the blood on the images triggered my nausea, and I covered my mouth and took off for the restroom.

The next time thing I knew, I heard a gentle Southern voice call me, "Talia? Are you ok, sweetie?"

After I finished puking what little food I had in me, I felt a bit better but felt a little weak. I replied, "I am ok."

But when I tried to stand up and head to wash my hands, I faltered, and Calleigh caught me before I fell.

Calleigh said, "Whoa. Looks like you need to sit down."

Calleigh helped me out, and after I got my hands washed, she said straight out, "Talia, I noticed you have not been eating. Have you thought about the fact you may be pregnant?"

It only occurred to me that it may be the case. I have not been regular like I usually am. I am bloated, cranky, and have been having light spotting.

One positive pregnancy test and a confirmation from her ObGyn was the confirmation I needed. Horatio and I expect our second child and little Erin to be a big sister and have either a baby sister or baby brother.

Lonely and Universe

Natalia had always felt lonely when it came to her love life. She had plenty of guys who wanted to date her, and she had plenty of dates, but none worked out. Of course, her marriage to Nick was a complete failure. She felt like the universe was mocking her.

However, she didn't realize she wouldn't be lonely for much longer.

Treasure

As he watched Natalia feed their newborn daughter, Horatio couldn't help but be in awe.

One thing is for sure, Horatio would always treasure what he had with Natalia. Their loss of a spouse (or ex-spouse) brought them together. While his circumstance was drastically different from Natalia's, the grief was the same. He knows that he will protect her with everything he in power to do so.

A/N 2: Thanks for reading Love and Family. As always reviews are appreciated!