#mhm. yeah. im tagging them. because they deserve it

[autocat5876]

i don't know what happened but i blanked and all of a sudden this was born. please enjoy it i had a very nice time writing this and projecting hard onto gabriel

[it-was-summer]

Buy Me Presents, Baby

A/N: Minors; DNI. I DONT CAREEE I WANT HIM!! Anyways, this may or may not be based on true events in my life. If you're reading this also know that I wrote this Christmas Eve and it is now 5am on Christmas Day, the powerhouse of lust. Hope you guys like this because I DID NOT proofread this AT ALL!! I mention the pill (oral contraception), so sorry if this is an issue, I'm just a girl. I KNOW there is a typo in here... i know it. Merry Christmas!! My gift is porn!!- Love you, Em

edit- the typo was fully in the title… go to bed at a reasonable time kids.

Link to the Ao3: Buy Me Presents, Baby Link to the: Yee olde masterlist Tags: Woof uhh okay! newly established relationship, Christmas sex, Spanking, Creampie, PnV sex, Reader gets called girl.. I apologize, Oral contraceptives are mentioned at the end, lingerie, that one bow lingerie... yall know which on I'm talking about?, That ONE!! WITH THE BOW YES!!, I had to use the word pussy.. IM SORRT IM NOT HAPPY ABOUT It, dirty talk, cock this cock that, not proofread, merry christmas.

Genre: Porn, no plot. Some fluff? Pairing: Established relationship!Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Plot: You and Spencer exchange gifts for Christmas, and one of your gifts happens to be a little physical.

Word Count: 3,669

Spencer doesn’t know what’s gotten into you. 

Though the longer he thinks about it, he should have seen the signs of your recent… restlessness. Being in the BAU came with its challenges, and one of these challenges was— of course— being away from home. Usually, the two of you would find a special time that worked for both of you to meet up and spend some well-deserved time together. 

Lately, it has felt like the world was against you, though. Every time you had free time, he’d plan a date night with you, only for him to be called away on a case. The one time you planned a date, you came down with a cold. The cycle kept repeating in a million different annoying ways. 

The cherry on top? It was almost Christmas. It's nearly Christmas, and neither of you has seen each other for a good three weeks— it’s miserable. 

So imagine his excitement when his phone doesn’t ring early Saturday morning. When he steps out of his shower, he checks it again— nothing. He’s beaming when he calls you, your sleepy voice answering him before he says, “Dinner tonight?” 

There’s a pause, followed by some rustling, “You’re free?” 

“Mhm,” He hums with a grin, grabbing his glasses from the case and placing them gracefully on his face. 

He can hear the excitement in your voice. " You want to exchange presents?” He remembers the playful tone in your voice when you said it, but at the time, he thought nothing of it. He chuckles softly before agreeing, saying a sweet goodbye, and hanging up the phone. 

Dinner begins and ends at your place, decorated in lights and festive trinkets, and presents wrapped neatly under the fake tree in the corner of your living room. The gift exchange went smoothly; you got Spencer some reading essentials, followed by a special edition of one of his favorite books. Spencer, in turn, had bought you a pair of earrings you pointed out back in November and a framed copy of your favorite painting.

It was getting late now, with a warm cup of tea in his hands, you turned and whispered in a playful voice, “I still have one more gift for you.” 

His eyebrows raised at that, bending his head to look at you as you sat with your back pressed against his chest, “More? After the special edition Tolstoy?” 

“More. I was saving it for the twenty-fifth, but…” You trail off, your eyes leaving his as you glance toward your bedroom. “I could go get it ready now?” 

Spencer smiles, thinking about it momentarily before he decides that he might not be home for Christmas. He mutters a soft “Yeah, okay.” 

You stand up quickly, an excited look in your eyes when you tell him, “Okay, stay here!” And then you’re gone. 

Spencer’s watching your bedroom door close with a faint smile. He stretches as he waits, his tea finished, when he hears you call out for him, “You can come in now!” 

He stepped into your room with nothing but good intentions, that is, until he saw you lying on your bed in lingerie. Maroon satin material lays smooth against your skin, and the shape of a tantalizing bow teases him at the center of your chest and your underwear— barely there. 

He clears his throat in a vain attempt to appear calm and collected, though he’s sure you can see his blushing cheeks and growing arousal. He opens his mouth to speak, but the words die in the back of his throat when you sit up on your elbows, pushing your breast out toward him a little more with an innocent tilt of your head. “You don’t like it?” 

His voice cracks when he says, “No! I mean— that is to say, I do like it! I mean, I’m sure you can see how much I–” He nervously adjusts his sweater, shaky hands pulling at the collar. 

You let out a soft hum, relaxing a little. " Are you going to stand by the door the whole time, or?” You tease him with a low laugh. 

He quickly walks closer, shaking his head as he gets closer to the edge of the bed. The bed dips as he climbs onto the edge of the bed. He watches as you roll on your side to adjust for him, waiting until he is lying beside you before you whisper, “If you don’t want to, it’s okay–” 

“I do! I do. It’s just we’ve only–” He motions between the two of you slowly, replacing the word. “A few times, and I wasn’t expecting,” His eyes trail down to your chest, his fingers twitching– itching to feel the material against his palm.  

When he looks back into your eyes, you smile at him with a little sigh, “I know. I just saw it, and I thought of you.” 

Spencer feels like his entire body is on fire when you say that. His pants become increasingly uncomfortable as he croaks softly, “That made you think of me?” 

You hum a sweet-sounding “Mhm,” you lick your lips, “Cognitive association, right?” 

Spencer thinks you’ll break him with the way you’re talking to him; your voice is low and quiet, clearly amused. He holds back a sound when he feels your hand take his and guide it to your barely clothed hip. For some reason, he wants to spew some facts about cognitive association, but in a rare moment, his mind goes blank. 

His mind slows, and the only thing he can process is the feeling of satin material against your body. He drags his hand along your side, higher and higher, until his fingers trace the bra’s underwire. His eyes flicker over to yours as he leans in, pressing a slow kiss to your lips. 

Kissing Spencer always starts soft, tender, and languid. It then slowly devolves into something passionate, heated, rough– something you adore. And you’re starting to feel the shift in this kiss, his tongue slightly grazing your bottom lip– a silent plea you happily fulfill, parting your lips to let his tongue tentatively enter the kiss. 

You’re smiling into the kiss, shifting with him so you’re under him before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him deeper into the kiss. Spencer lets out a tiny sound of surprise against your lips at the rough movement, and he pulls away slightly, his lips barely touching yours when he says, “So aggressive,” His tone teasing as he captures your lips in another giddy kiss. 

With your eyes closed and mouth occupied, your hands get to work. Blindly, you pull the bottom of his sweater, your lips only leaving his to help him pull the piece of clothing off his body. He’s eager to get his lips back on yours, his tongue resuming its work against yours, a kiss that makes your head spin and thoughts go hazy with how intense it feels. 

You move your legs up and around his hips, pushing his hips down to yours with ease. Spencer whines into the kiss, his lips moving slowly against yours until he pulls away to kiss your jawline. His hips grind down onto yours, your breath hitching at the feeling. 

Feeling his hardness through his pants makes you realize just how badly you need him, and it seems it does the same for him. His lips latch onto the lower side of your neck, sucking and licking softly at the sensitive area as his hips grind against yours harder. 

The feeling makes your core squeeze around nothing; the new desire to get something, anything, inside you plants a seed in your lower abdomen. You feel shamefully needy as Spencer continues leaving light red and purple marks on the sensitive skin of your neck, his breathing heavy as he decorates you with marks. 

You’re surprised to see that he’s actually moving lower, his markings getting closer to your collarbone when he pulls away, looking up at you with those lust-filled honey eyes, “May I?” The tips of his fingers tug lightly at the satin red bow covering your breasts. 

Your legs leave his hips as he pulls the bow apart with a simple flick of his wrist. His eyes stay trained on your breast as he takes one into his hand and gently rubs at your nipple, eliciting a soft, quiet moan from you, “So pretty,” Then he dips his head lower to bring your left nipple into his mouth, licking at the sensitive bud with precision. 

A sound— embarrassingly loud— escapes your lips at the feeling, your body squirming against his. You’re sure you can feel him smiling against your breast, his right hand moving to your right nipple, pinching it lightly. 

Your fingers latch onto his hair, gently running them through his hair and occasionally pulling when his tongue does something particularly amazing against the bud of your nipple. You can feel electric arousal coursing through you, soft moans and sighs leaving you with every touch. 

However, he’s pulling his lips away from your breast soon after, his cheeks red as he mutters a low, “Need to make sure you cum,” And you find yourself nodding in agreement as his hands leave your breast, pulling the lingerie’s satin thong to the side as he swipes two fingers along your entrance. 

You let out a little sigh, feeling incredibly needy as his fingers brush against your clit teasingly. “Did dressing up like this make you this wet, or did I?” He asks, his fingers curiously leading back down to your entrance. 

Shifting under him, you let out a breathless chuckle, “A bit of both,” 

He grins at that, his head now to the side of yours, his thumb pressing against your clit slowly as he slides a finger inside you. You tense for a second with pleasure before relaxing as the feelings, his finger gently curling inside of you as his thumb presses down harder on your swollen bundle of nerves. “You’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks, haven’t you?” 

His voice against your ear isn’t something you expect, but you aren’t surprised for long as he slides a second finger into you— your thoughts turning to mush, “Yes,” You whisper, your back arching slightly at his fingers move faster inside you, curling and pleasing you at a medium pace. 

Spencer lets out a low hum, his eyes watching you as you get lost in pleasure, his thumb pressing against your clit a little harder as he finds that sweet little spot inside of you. He can feel the way your walls tighten around his fingers, and he’s envious of his own hand, wishing it was his cock instead. 

Your moans only add to personal envy, his fingers moving and caressing your G-spot with greater precision. He tries not to groan, watching you arch your back off the bed. A cry followed by a string of heightened gasps from you has him wholly enraptured. 

When his fingers start to get rough inside you, you’re already seeing stars, your left hand reaching over to grab onto Spencer’s bicep at the feelings, fingers gently digging into his skin as your body shakes. “Love watching you get close,” Spencer groans softly against your ear. 

His lips slowly resume their markings on your neck, and the added stimulation sends you falling over the edge with a loud cry of pleasure. Your body shakes against him, and your high-pitched moans, accompanied by heavy panting, have pride swelling in his chest as his fingers help you ride out your orgasm. 

His fingers only stop when your body goes slack, his lips leaving your neck to gently kiss at your lips— a gesture you return lazily. The feeling of his fingers leaving you has you feeling empty, but you’re quickly distracted as Spencer drags his soaked fingers to his lips. Your eyes widen for a second as you watch your boyfriend lick off every bit of you on them, “Let me get a taste,” Your voice is soft as Spencer leans in, kissing you fast and rough. Your tongue drags along his to get a second-hand taste of yourself in his mouth. 

You’re quick to pull away, your hands hooking into the belt loop of his pants, gently yanking at the loop. Spencer laughs at the feeling, and he looks into your eyes with a shameful look— lustful and pleading. You know how badly he wants to dive straight in, but his determination to make you cum too many times to count usually gets in the way of his cock. 

“Haven’t seen you in three weeks. You can make it up to me later.” You joke softly, your fingers undoing the top button with ease. 

Spencer grins as he slides his pants down his legs, kicking them off. He finds himself blushing at how your eyes shamefully stare at the outline of his cock in his boxers, precum already wetting some of the fabric. He finds himself doing the same with you, though, his eyes taking in the undone ribbon of the lingerie at your sides, the way your legs are parted to give him a delicious view of your dripping sensitive folds. 

Your fingers slip into the waistband of his boxers, gently tracing his cock with your fingers, a soft, pleasured sigh leaving his lips at the feeling. “So hard,” You mutter, leaning up to kiss a part of Spencer’s jaw. 

Spencer lets out a low hum of agreement. Being as busy as he has been, he hasn’t found time for any kind of sexual release as of late. “It’s been a little while since I’ve–” 

“That’s okay,” You sigh sensually, your hands wrapping around his dick slowly, “Take off your boxers.” 

Spencer’s more than happy to comply, hurriedly discarding his boxers at your request. He watches as you pull your hand off him to take off your underwear, and Spencer squeaks out a nervous, “Leave it on?” 

Grinning, you nod, your fingers pushing the thong back to the side of him. He groans at the action, looming over you now, his hands on either side of you. “Flip over,” 

A jolt of excitement runs through you at the request, quickly flipping over on your stomach for him. A pleased sound leaves your lips as his hand moves to pull your hips up, forcing your back to arch for him. He slides his thumb and index inside the sting on your thong as he slowly rubs his cock in between your folds– the head of his cock gently kissing your clit. 

The worst part about being in an established relationship and having just started having sex with your partner is the anxiety that follows you after you say something risky. Your lips part nonetheless, your hips pushing back against him quickly, “That’s right, get that cock wet with my pussy.” 

You were never dull during sex, but Spencer was not expecting something so vulgar to fall from your lips. His hips stutter against yours before he finds himself incredibly turned on by the sudden confidence and vulgarity in your words. His hands yank your hips back roughly, lining himself up to inch himself inside of you slowly. 

About halfway inside you, he pulls out till it is just the tip and then repeats the motion— it’s infuriatingly hot. You let out a soft whine at his toying with you and start to move your hips back against him, but that is met with a surprising spank to your ass. 

A sharp gasp leaves your lips at the feelings before you blink, lifting your head to peer at him over your shoulder and whisper a little, “Harder,” 

Seeing your half-lidded eyes looking over at him, your soft lips begging him to spank you harder, Spencer feels a shiver shoot down his spine. He’s sure he can feel himself grow harder as he pushes deeper into your pussy and delivers a solid smack to your ass with the flat of his palm. 

He then follows the motion with a comforting rub of his hand against the swell of your ass. For a second, he’s worried about hurting you or making you uncomfortable–  unexplored territory. The feeling of your walls tightening around him for a second, fluttering in a way that has him bottoming out inside you without hesitation, reassures him. 

“God,” He huffs as he sets a pace, his hand occasionally delivering a hard spank to your ass whenever he feels your hips moving with his. You feel terrific; the feel of your reddening ass under his hand, the soft skin of your hip in his other, he’s surprised that he isn’t drooling. 

You, however, are starting to feel yourself beginning to drool. Moans and groans coming from the two of you has your head spinning, the rough feeling of Spencer’s hips against yours making your legs feel weak. 

Spencer pulls all the way out as he feels himself getting close, his soaked cock resting against your ass– the sight is something has him letting out a shaky sigh. He doesn’t need to say anything before you’re flipping over on your back again, legs spread and lips wet as you mutter a needy sounding, “More.” 

Spencer can’t find it in himself to deny you or himself, moving closer to you and lining himself up with your entrance again. As he sinks into you, you move your legs up, your hands holding the back of your knee. The new position lets him sink in deeper, and Spencer’s sure you’re an angel. 

You’re practically sucking him in, his breathing getting heavier as he moves against you, His eyes dipping between your face and between your legs– intelligent eyes watching the way his cock disappears deep inside of you. “You take it so well.” 

His hands reach up slowly, tracing the back of your thighs before replacing your hands at the back of your knee, bending your legs back further. He places a chaste kiss on your forehead, the gentle gesture leaving your head reeling when accompanied by this immense pleasure. 

You gasp out at the slight burn of your thighs, toes curling slightly, when Spencer starts to roll his hips in fast, tight circles. The roll of his hips makes his cock hit your G-spot, your eyes rolling back at the feeling as a guttural-sounding groan joins the lewd sounds leaving your lips. 

Spencer takes that as his sign to snap his hips into yours, his forehead pressing against yours as he moans and whines. “You feel so fucking good. I’ll never leave again.” 

You can feel your lower abdomen tighten quickly at the rough movements. A shaky laugh leaves you at his mention of never leaving, but words fail you as you cry out. The past few times the two of you have had sex, he was never this rough. You aren’t complaining, but his frantic, rapid thrusts are leaving you with the feeling that you’ll beg for a repeat sometime in the future. 

A long whine leaves you as you feel yourself getting closer, your hands holding tight on Spencer’s shoulders, your body jolting slightly with his rough thrusts. “So good! You’re fucking me so good. Please, don’t stop.” You beg without shame, “Need to cum, make me cum again.” You beg through moans. 

Spencer almost cums inside you upon hearing your begging, but he holds off— a new mission in focus. He slows for a second, moving one of your hands off his shoulder and under your knee before he slides his hand down to your aching clit. His thumb makes quick, tight, hard circles without warning— the scream that leaves your chest has him worried for your neighbors. 

“That’s it, tighten around me like that.” He pants out from above you, his eyes locking onto yours as he speaks. He watches the way your eyebrows raise in pleasure, and your mouth starts to let out a mix of silent screams and loud groans. “You look pretty when you cum around my cock, my pretty girl.” 

Your legs are shaking with that, the coil in your abdomen snapping with force as you bite your bottom lip to try and silence the sound of your orgasm– a groan that almost sounds inhuman. Spencer’s quick to follow, his hips roughly snapping into yours with his thumb continuing its torment on your sensitive clit. 

The feeling of overstimulation has you letting out a weak-sounding whine, almost a sob. You’re gasping hard as he keeps going, frenzied thrusts that have your free hand gripping the sheet tight until he bottoms out in you with a shaking groan. His hips thrust into you a few more times as he empties himself into you, shaking hard. 

A moment passes with neither of you moving, your legs moving down to the bed, and the realization sets in. Spencer looks at you with wild eyes, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking–” 

You laughed weakly and held up a hand, “Spencer, it’s okay.” Your voice sounds a little raw as you relax into your bed slightly, with him still hovering over you. “I’m on the pill, remember?” 

“Well, when taken correctly, it’s 99% effective, but if you’ve forgotten a day lately, it’s only 93%.” He pouts lightly when a giggle leaves your lips, but he smiles against his better judgment. “I’m serious, what if…” 

“I doubt it will, but if it does come to that, we’ll deal with it.” You mutter, slowly reaching a hand up to rake your fingers through his messy brown hair. “Clean me up?” 

Spencer notes how your voice sounds: shy and a little desperate. He tilts his head, a playful smile on his face as his eyes trail down to your parted thighs, “Insatiable this evening, I see,” He jokes as he begins to lower himself, soft fingers rubbing against your inner thighs.  

You groan in faux annoyance before you feel his breath fanning against your inner thighs, “Merry Christmas,” You tease softly.

[kavehshairfeather]

ZOIEEEEEE ZOIE ZOIE ZOIE IM HERE IM HEREEEEEEEEEEE !!!!!!!!!!!!! humbly presenting you with 🍑 and 🍓 if it so pleases you my liege :33333 (ALSO if you haven’t answered yet……who are YOUR personal pairings??!!!) AAHH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MWAHHH

me when i saw you here ^^ do you know i was cooking for you before you asked?? yes lets makeout now-- anyway~

SO BASICALLY it could be any one of my faves >:3 since we have the same brain same type same feels u get me. but here is one that kept poppin to mind the most 4 u bbies

*smooshes you and Viego together* here is his fandom page

😏😏 right? yeeaaaaaa.

essentially, he is a king n stuff and his wife got sick and when trying to save her / bring her back to life he basically destroys a whole bunch of life and existence and the region wit a curse kinda thing and goes all dark crazy boy mode mhm mhm (wanna lick his abs so bad)

here are more pics of him because 😵‍💫😵‍💫

this splash is diabolical ^^ also its a legendary skin (xtra stuff) and so his dance in game changes to that torture one from jojo's sjsdjksdjk

this is before all the saddies 🥺 ^^ he is pwetty.

there are more he looks insane in every splash help.

okay so WOMEN (rahhhh)

this is hard because i feel like many of them are fair game 🧍‍♂️valid and same. so here

Leblanc~ here's her fandom page. (its not updated as per her latest update yet)

heheheheeheheheheheheheheh

reason: she will fuck you silly :D you deserve it cutie fdjdkdkj

but fr shes cool n smart n manipulative n like kafkaxaglaea x a million

i reccomend going to look at her splash arts 😵‍💫😵‍💫🥴

but you could totally have a cute guilty pleasure raptureful sometimes wholesome type relationship if you caught her eye tho ;)))))) yumma

MATCHES FOR ME YOU ASK?? OUH GOODNESS >////< also my pairings are technically extra pairings for you because we're the same djjdkdjk hell yeah

I think i will make another post for that and tag you actually ^^

[flamehairedwritings]

pls headcanons about hopper + squirting 🥺

Again, I’m so sorry this has taken so long!! I hope you enjoy and that you’re doing okay!

This HC contains swearing, overstimulation, lots of fun finger stuff, some ‘good girl’s, and a touch of praise kink, so 18+, obvs.

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If You’ve Never Squirted Before

It started like any other night.

You and Jim Hopper are newly dating and still finding out what the other likes, and taking great pleasure in it.

‘Oh, fuck...’ you breathe as he places hungry, open-mouthed kisses on your neck, three of his thick, long fingers thrusting in and out of you, the pad of his thumb pressing down on your clit. Your hands are gripping at his hair and shoulder, your breaths coming quicker and higher as your orgasm nears.

‘Yeah, cum for me... C’mon, baby...’

When you do, slick walls gripping at him, hips arching, he’ll kiss down your throat to your chest, his fingers only slowing a little. He loves to prolong your pleasure as much as possible... but there’s something different about this time.

He usually slows gradually but he doesn’t, just continuing. Your fingers press into his skin, your mouth opening, and his lips will move to your ear.

‘This okay?’

God, you love how he checks in with you, it’s such a damn turn-on.

You nod quickly as the knot of pleasure in your lower stomach, still lingering and spreading through you, starts to heighten again, your back arching.

His head is at your chest, lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking firmly as his tongue circles it.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck...’ you chant breathlessly, one hand flying up from his hair to grip at the headboard to try and ground yourself.

‘You gonna cum again for me, baby?’ he murmurs against your breasts, mouth moving to your other nipple.

‘Mhm...’ is all you can get out, the sound short and high from the back of your throat.

His fingers fuck you through the waves of pleasure that wash over you for a second time, his arm by your head to hold himself up as your own body arches, longer moans slipping from your lips.

You try to catch your breath as his fingers slow a little again, though, again, only a little.

Hopper mouths his way up your throat to your lips, swallowing your breathless moans with light, lingering kisses.

‘You feel so good,’ he murmurs, fingers scissoring slightly inside you, flexing and rotating. ‘So fuckin’ wet for me...’

Your eyes are nearly rolling back as you groan softly, your hands now gripping at his shoulders. You’re so sensitive now, barely coming down from your first orgasm let alone your second... but it just feels so damn good...

And then his thumb starts to slowly circle your swollen, aching clit again

Gasping, your nails dig into his skin, your eyes now rolling back as you close them.

‘Oh, fu─uck...”

‘Still okay?’ he murmurs against your cheek, pressing a gentle kiss there.

It’s a few moments before you can speak, unable to stop your hips from rolling up into his touch slightly. ‘I don’t think I can... Don’t think I can cum again...’

‘Yeah, you can... You gonna give me one more?’

His eyes lock with yours... and, fuck, you want to.

‘... Yeah... Yeah, I can...’

‘There’s a good girl.’

Just those words pull a moan from you, and you feel his smile against your skin.

His fingers slide back a little, massaging, probing, curling... and he knows he’s found it when you cry out with unbridled pleasure, your head thrown back, teeth gritted. He curls them over and over, stroking and stroking as his thumb circles your clit.

‘Oh God, oh God, fuck, oh, God...’ Words and sounds fall from your lips, all you know and can focus on the pure bliss coursing through you.

And then a familiar yet unfamiliar sensation starts to rapidly build in your lower stomach.

Gasping, your eyes snap open as you look down at him, trying to find the words but you can barely speak. ‘Mmh... Think... Think I’m gonna─’

An intense flood of pleasure barrels through you as you release, gushing all over his fingers, hand and arm.

He practically growls, eyes darting from your face, to catch your every expression, to your dripping pussy, his fingers and thumb not stopping.

‘Fuck, yeah, soak my arm, baby... That’s it...’

You think you might have completely zoned out or maybe even passed out for a couple of seconds because suddenly his lips are on your forehead and his fingers are finally slowing to a stop.

‘Good girl, so fuckin’ good...’ he murmurs, his kisses so tender as his wet hand settles on your waist.

You can feel parts of his bare chest are damp, too, as he leans closer to you.

Holy fucking shit.

‘You good?’ he asks quietly, brushing his nose against yours.

‘Mhmm... Yeah... So fucking good...’

He chuckles as he captures your lips in a deep kiss.

After that, anytime you have an extended amount of time together he’ll try and make you squirt, taking great pleasure in doing so.

Which leads into...

If You’ve Squirted Before

Hopper has a designated towel for the ~ occasion ~ as he likes to call it. He just needs to appear in the door way, holding it in one hand, eyes fixed on you, and you’re already practically squirming.

He’ll watch your every reaction and expression, making sure he’s not pushing you too far, though he trusts that you’ll tell him if he is anyway.

He loves the absolute release it gives you, your entire body going slack as your mouth drops open.

And he loves it so much because he knows how much you fucking love it.

As always, he whispers the most sinfully delicious things into your ear, telling you how wet you are, to listen to the sounds your pussy’s making, to soak him and the towel, to make a mess.

Afterwards, he’ll always press the softest of kisses to your lips and forehead, giving you the time you need to come down from your high, hands stroking your thighs, stomach, waist. He’ll tell you how incredible you are, how well you did for him.

He’ll want to know exactly how it felt, how good it was.

Then, he’ll do all the cleaning up while you lie there, still trying to catch your breath, dazed. Wrapping his arms around you when he climbs back into bed, he’ll brush kisses along your shoulder and neck, ending up near your ear so he can murmur how much he loves you.

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[robinrequiems]

hey any1 want some superman jon and batman Damian hcs? too bad cause you’re getting them

• damian realized why no one wanted to be batman when he turned 18 and Bruce decided to give him batman when he was 22.

• jon realized why jon didn’t want to be superman when he also turned 18

• oh and right, by gave, I mean bruce sorta can’t be batman anymore. medical reasons…

• damian sorta uh. persuaded clark into giving jon superman.

Damian: look. I don’t wanna be worlds finest with you, old man.

Clark: im- im not old—

Damian: listen here, jon and i? we are gonna surpass you and my dad. so give it to jon and let me prove it.

Clark: this doesn’t seem like a good idea— you aren’t ready— neither is jon

Damian: wait- wait, you don’t believe in your son and i??? wow. WOOOW. okay. i see.

Clark: that’s not it!-

Damian: sure. sure. don’t worry. I see now.

Clark: wait I do!

Damian: no, no you don’t.. it’s— it’s okay, I get it, it’s me, huh?

Clark: no!

Damian: I get it

Clark: please i do! I’ll - oh my rao, you’re playing me

Damian: i am. i cant do this without jon though. please, Clark.

Clark: *sigh, how did he get manipulated by a kid he used to babysit* okay.

• okay so now jon may be a little overwhelmed because one day he’s flamebird, the next, he’s becoming superman? huH. it’s extremely uh. worrying. and really just? wow.

• does Damian feel bad? oh yeah. he does. so bad. but he really can’t do it alone. they always dreamed of being their parents. or being better than them. but they grew up and realized that they really didn’t want to be their parents.

• but here they were, getting fitted for their suits and adding their own details to it.

jon: hey, you look hot

damian: please. shut up.

• they could do this. they could do this. shoot they can’t do this.

• damians own anxiety was going 50 mph. look, okay? remember before heretic when Bruce thought that Damian would become a satanic batman and basically rain hell all over gotham? yeah. that’s what is going on in damians mind.

• he doesn’t want to be that. ( “you won’t be like that, cmon, d, we’re gonna be better.” ) and how Damian wants to believe jon so bad..

• he doesn’t want to become obsessed with Batman like his father did, he still wants to have a life. he doesn’t want to isolate himself away and adopt kids as a coping mechanism. that’s why he needs jon to be superman. jon helps him, he helps him not go off into his own little world and stay there. he believes that with Jon, he’ll be okay. he has to be. maybe he uses jon as his own coping mechanism, but that isn’t the point.

• together, they will outshine their parents. the supersons can do this. they are the next generation, and it’s not like they are alone. they have so many other people to help them. they’ll be okay.

• they have been preparing for this their whole life, but they both feel like they got it too soon. they thought they had more time. Damian does feel guilty when he hears jon talking about how stressed he is about superman and not living up to whatever the hell he has to live up to, but Damian does fear what would. or could. have happened if he didn’t have jon with him. becoming batman took a lot out of him, more than he would like to admit. he just got constant flashbacks to heretic and that whole fiasco he thought he put behind him a loong time ago.

Jon: are you sure you’re okay?

Damian: yes idiot, quit worrying.

Jon: I’ll always worry about, d.

• jon somehow becomes MORE sappier when he becomes superman.

• okay, also, funny story. ( Clark and Bruce don’t find it funny AT ALL ) superman and batman? yeah they sorta kissed after an almost alien invasion. in their suits. uh. in front of an alien who they were arresting for the green lanterns. most people believe that when people say it, it’s a lie, kidding. no they don’t. there were pictures.

bruce: you want to explain this?

damian: not really, no.

• the public knows there’s a new Batman and Superman since yk. Jon’s face is public and was seen as superboy flamebird and now superman, and batman was slightly smaller and had some different moves

• but here’s their main line up: batman ( dami wamie, obvi ), superman ( jonnyboy kent ), nobody ( maya:)) ), green lantern ( tai pham, my baby boy ), lace ( wallace west 2, he goes by lace instead of flash because i said so. ), and shazam ( billy b ).

• fun fact, they have a den mother even though they are all in their 20s. poor dinah.. yeah black canary is their den mother. ( stole it from from yj )

• dinah makes sure they get their injuries checked out, train regularly, and you know. don’t blow up a building.

• again.

• ( when damian and jon were younger, in their teen years, they stupidly accidentally blowed up a building. in their defense, the building was owned by the penguin. and there were no civilians in the area. but they also got a lot of men sent after them.. oops. )

• they are very chaotic. they are the definition of dumbass energy sometimes.

• damian tries to keep the pda down whenever he’s batman, BUT JON DOESNT KNOW HOW TO DO THAT

• hence the amount of photos of jon hugging Damian or kissing him

• damian has never once initiated one in suits

• ( that one time jon almost died does not count )

Damian: thought you were gonna be batman.

Tim: nah, i don’t wanna be bruce. i saw what it did to dick. I would’ve became just like him.

Damian: am i like him??

Tim: god no, bruce would never kiss superman or date him or spray paint the new justice league logo— nice logo, by the way— onto villains bases

Damian: is that a good or bad thing?

Tim; good, that means you probably won’t be a total emotional stunted person using crime fighting as an outlet for unresolved childhood trauma.

Damian: you do realize why i became Robin right

Tim: .. not the point im trying to make. I mean now, brat.

• sometimes you can see some of the heroes dropping by to surprise kids, they heard that their old mentors used to go to children’s hospitals to visit sick kids, so they did that too. on a rare day where there isn’t any crime, which is really rare, they go to a school and talk if it’s a weekday, or they drop by an orphanage to hang out with kids.

• they have gotten into a lot of trouble though. they’re still learning how to work as a team. jon and damian are used to being solo and working with each other, Tai had tagged along a few times when they were younger and knows how they work, along with maya, but billy and Wallace do not.

• they often all get into arguments.

• damian lacks a filter and will criticize everyone if they mess up. and he often goes off alone or is too blunt.

• it takes a long time before they all realize that Damian is just: Damian, he doesnt mean to be mean. ( surprisingly )

• billy is used to being the big kid stuck at the kids table, it’s funny that he’s actually the second oldest when he used to be the youngest. ( lace is like.. 27? shazam is 25.. nobody 24. & the supersons 22. pulled all those ages outta my ass. you’re welcome. )

• dinah is also their therapist. poor dinah.

• like really giving pity to dinah. but dinah loves those kids, she has known some since they were kids. she used to take damian out for ice cream and train with him, and also babysit him. ( AUNT DINAH IS MY FAVORITE GOODBYE ). and she did the same with Jon.

• dinah actually does help a lot of them get over their trauma, not completely, but most have finally spoken about it. they began talking after they all got hit with fear gas.

• that was a bad night.

• they had almost disbanded before when they thought lace had died by the hands of captain cold. they had been arguing all day, and if they didn’t, they might’ve saved him:

• but turns out he wasn’t dead.

• but the argument was still there, and it was strong. it took a while for them to actually work together without dinah forcing them.

• then soon came another new member after maya left to go do some undercover mission for the justice league regarding some alien tech being distributed some place. it was a sad goodbye, but she would be back and she would have a place here.

• welcoming: yara flor. yara was a bit headstrong and wild. damian has screamed at her a lot and almost got into a fist fight with her before being dragged off by his boyfriend 💋

• but she settled in fine. minus the fact damian really wanted to shove a batarang up— anyways. she just had to learn teamwork and shit, she was used to being a solo and she was somewhat new. so they helped her out and she became a solid member of the team.

• sometimes damian and jon just go and sit on a rooftop like they did as kids togeyher. just alone with each other. thinking about how their life changed so quickly.

Damian: i thought we’d ruin our fathers’ legacies and plummet to the ground.

Jon: *he coughed* ..what?

Damian: yeah. i didn’t think we’d get this far, but here we are.

Jon: of course we got this far, and we’re gonna get further.

Damian: i know.

• oh yeah. so. superman. fucking proposed after they defeated darkseid. ( the battle was long, so many people were left injured and on the brick of death, Damian and jon had been separated when it all started. Damian had stayed on earth at first before going to apokolips. Damn he hadn’t seen it since he got resurrected.

Darkseid: oh. I remember you.

Damian: mhm?

Darkseid: ah yes, the little boy who was resurrected here.. the chaos share, your father used it on you.

Damian: i know. i remember what happened. I was there afterall.

Darkseid: I wonder if you are as smart as the original batman.

Damian: i am.

• damian was buying time. he was waiting for reinforcements, namely the people who had powers and could take him down. damian wasn’t stupid. he realized darkseid liked to talk. his friends were fighting off the female furys or whatever they were called. he just had to wait and entertain.

Darkseid: quite the ego there.

Damian: i saved the justice league when i was 13, i deserve to have an ego.

Darkseid: oh, you are by far more talkative than the original.

Damian: thanks.

Darkseid: not a compliment, you fool.

• yeah so. darkseid tried to kill damian, with a beam thing. Damian was about to flip away like the baddie he is, but. jon. went out and yk. took the hit. dumbass.

Damian: you have such a big hero complex.

Jon: wow I just saved you and that’s what you say?????

Damian: yes.

• anyways, after they defeat darkseid, jon pops out a ring from his pocket and asks damian to marry him on apokolips.

Damian: you seriously couldn’t wait til we got on earth?

Jon: dames you almost died. what if- what if something happens, I’ve been putting this off for so long. cmon please?

Damian: you’re seriously asking me to marry you here where, I’m pretty sure, a lot of shit happened to our parents here.

Jon: no time like the present.

Damian: fair. okay.

Jon: just okay???

Damian: im sorry, do you want me to cry or something?

Jon: ughh, you can be so extra and petty sometimes.

Damian: i am not being petty.

Jon: just because I ask you to marry me here you wanna be like “okay” and that’s it

Damian: you’re so dramatic. I’ll marry you. I wanna marry you. Better?

Jon: yeah:)

[danniburgh]

Rushingly Bittersweet (Javier Peña x f!reader) part 17

Pairing: Javier Peña x ofc//f!reader with name.

Summary: After the fall of Escobar everything starts happening way too fast for Javier; his raise, his new office, his new team, the Cali cartel’s operation, the sudden arrival of a new agent that was transferred to his team for no apparent reason, the way he was falling in love with her almost unintentionally.

And he couldn’t seem to stop any of that.

Word count: +4.4k

Chapter warnings: mentions of captivity, oral sex (m receiving) more fucking feels i know, soft javi deserves a warning, the apparition of Señor Berna lmao

A/N: This chapter is set in season three, episode eight. // again, some plotshit, a lil more action, flor being a snarky beech lmao... oh guys, im so happy were here, im sorry for the angst

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You breathed in and out a few times before walking to his office, trying to eat back your tears and put on a smiling face as he was staring at you. He tilted his head when you entered the office and you gulped and buried your feelings inside you again, not wanting to dive into them just yet.

“How’d it go?” you asked Javier, sitting in front of him across his desk. You saw his brow furrow at the question and his reaction made you bite your lip, he pushed his cigarette on the small ashtray to turn it off before answering.

“She’s in the jungle,” he muttered at you and your heart dropped a few feet below the floor, “the cartel basically handed her to the fucking FARC,”

“What the fuck!?” your voice raised and your brain started spiraling down further. 

The woman that you had heard trying to convince her husband to drop everything he had been doing for the cartel and practically begged him to not leave her alone was in the worst possible place you could imagine for someone like her. 

Javier looked at you, and once again he desired he had your sharp ability to read people, just to try to know without asking what you were thinking. The truth was that you were relating to her in more than one way. She reminded you of yourself at some point before all the shit you had seen and done ultimately turned you into another person and you didn’t like it. You wanted her to get away unscratched because in your eyes she didn’t deserve it. You knew she didn’t. Even if she knew what she was doing when she got married, even if she knew what she was getting herself into.

Christina Jurado reminded you of yourself and you didn’t like it because it made the whole thing way too personal. And for you, it wasn’t worth it. And if you looked at it from the outside. It was even worse.

“What did Berna say?” you asked again, trying to brush off all the negative feelings that were bubbling in your chest.

“That he knows how to get her back,” his voice was low and his face quirked in frustration, you let your hand reach his over the cluttered desk and he took it “he’s gonna take me there,”

“Javi,” you let out in a whisper, he knew what you were about to say and he shook his head, “please,”

“You’re not going, baby,” you tightened the grip on his hand and pleaded with your eyes, he knew you, he knew you could help, he knew you would be fantastic at it, but he wasn’t about taking the woman he… you to a place like that, it wasn’t a matter of ability or capacity. It was a matter of him wanting you to be safe. He just couldn’t risk you.

Taking the risk was worthy for him, in some way he blamed himself for Christina’s capture, he did because he was the one that had contacted in the first place, he had flirted with her and convinced her to tell her husband to cooperate with the agency and he blamed himself because he had exposed her in a city that wasn’t kind to anybody in a country she didn’t know in a position she hadn’t anything to gain from. 

So for him, it was an easy call.

But for you? he couldn’t risk you. You who were doing everything he asked you to, you, who helped, you, who worried and cared, you who he knew would put her own life on the line if that’s what it would take to bring a woman home. It was a given no.

“How much is gonna cost us?” your voice was still low and Javier let his mouth curve into a tight-lipped, sad, resigned smile, you were about the only person who could ask something like that in plural and as much as he dreaded giving you the answer, he found it endearing. You, who helped. You, who worried and cared. You, selfless and giving.

“He wants a heads up,” Javier explained, moving his gaze to your entangled hands, “to know when we start looking for him,” his thumb started stroking your skin slowly.

“Mhm,” you hummed. 

Javier lost himself in the moment, just letting the silence drop and the implication of the conversation linger between you both while you held hands. His touch was soft on your skin despite the roughness of his, his hand wrapped yours almost entirely and the way his thumb brushed softly against the back of your hand made you remember the way his hands felt on your skin earlier as he made love to you.

He really didn’t deserve what you were doing to him. He was clueless to how much of a monster you were.

The thought of just word vomit everything to him and then beg for his forgiveness crossed your mind not once but twice. But you couldn’t just do it, you needed more, more for him to know why you were doing it and how you were trying to fix it, more for him to understand your motives so he could at least not hate you, more for you to know it was safe for him to know. So you didn’t. Instead, you gave into another thought of yours that resurfaced as you looked at him again; all tensed up and frustrated.

“C’mon,” you stood up from the chair and tugged at his hand, Javier looked at you confused and you tugged again to make him stand up and walk around his desk as you guided him to the loveseat in his office.

Your hand left his, and you cupped his face softly, he instantly knew what you wanted and leaned to let you trap his lips in yours, knowing you had all the freedom to do it as you were the only two people in the office at such late hours. 

The kiss was soft and slow, his hands settled on your waist and his tongue slid through your lower lip and you opened up to him, letting him explore once more your mouth as he pleased, your hands glided from the sides of his face to his chest and you pushed him softly, breaking the kiss and forcing him to sit down.

Saying nothing else, you kneeled in front of him and his eyes shot up.

“What are you doing?” he muttered in both surprise and precaution.

“I’m gonna pray,” you teased, making him roll his eyes, you put your hands on his thighs “I’m gonna suck you off, Javi,” you said as low as you could and saw him take a shivering breath “you’re really stressed and I think you deserve it,”

Javier was a determined, resolute man; in the short time you’d known him he never was the one without something to say, he always had to give the last word. But there, with you, kneeling in front of him, with your hands softly roaming through his thighs, he was at a loss for words.

“Okay,” he just mumbled, you nodded once and your hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it slowly “I don’t know what I did to have you like this in here of all places, but I might do it again,” he rambled under his breath when you unbuttoned his dress pants, his cock already semi hard, you smiled at him.

“I told you, I think you deserve it,” his hand found your cheek as you slid down the zipper and his eyes drank you in entirely. You loved him, deeply, and you wanted to show him how much, at least in the only way you could allow yourself to “tell me what you’re thinking,” you whispered as your hands slowly opened the fly.

“I’m thinking…” he saw you play with the waistband of his briefs and his mouth dried, his cock now fully awake and attentive “that this is something I’ve thought for quite a while, actually,” you smiled and pulled the elastic down, freeing his erection.

“Really?” your voice was as low and deep as you knew his was getting, your mouth watered at the sight of his hard length and the bead of precum that adorned the head already looked really enticing.

“Uh, yeah,” his breath hitched when you grabbed his shaft and your thumb spread the precum around his expecting head.

“And what did you think about?” you teased as you licked your lips and leaned down to lick the tip, savouring the tangy, salty taste of him, he bucked his lips slightly and you moved your wrist up and down, twisting in the middle.

“I imagined you coming into my office in–ah–that little dress suit of yours,” he blurted, closing his eyes as you licked the underside of his cock, your feet were numbing so you shifted around to help the feeling, “remember? the o–one you were wearing whe–when you arrived?” you nodded on his cock, making him moan softly.

“Yes, the way you looked at me that time still burns,” you replied and took the tip around your lips, letting the saliva inside warm him up, your hand still working his shaft as your spit slipped out of your mouth and slowly dripped through his soft skin.

“You noticed?” he asked, surprised, looking at you, you smiled with him inside your mouth and he bucked his hips again as you pulled him out softly.

“I still don’t know if you wanted to kill me or fuck me,” you mumbled, leaning again to curl your tongue on his leaking head, he left out a hitched chuckle.

“Shit, I don’t either,” he closed his eyes again and his head fell backwards, hitting the backrest as you took him inside your mouth again, pushing your head as far as you could, “then I would slide that skirt up just enough to bend you over my desk an–and take you until we both for–forgot our names,” he rambled and the image made you aware of how wet you were getting, you pulled him out again.

“I would really like that,” you said, gulping, your hand still working on his now spit-covered shaft.

“Or maybe I–I would sit on my desk and make you s–sit on me while I fin–finished work,” one of his hands found your hair and pushed your head softly towards him.

“God, Javi, didn’t know you could be so vocal,” you followed his guide and took him back inside, your hand left his length and you left him push your head, swallowing him almost whole.

“F–fuck, baby,” your eyes started to sting as he stretched open your mouth, your hands found the fabric of his open pants and you fisted it as he found his way into your throat “o–oh shit,” his other hand found yours and gripped it as you close your eyes and breathed through your nose. Some of his precum was leaking into you and the taste made you even wetter. Then, as he moved your head slowly up and down and your eyes filled with tears, everything became too much.

You gagged around him but didn’t pull away; he was making sure to not lose all control as he enjoyed the warmth of your mouth around him, unaware of the tears that started to drip down your cheeks.

“So–so good, my baby, so good,” he rambled as he moved you and your hand tightened the grip on his, you opened your eyes and through your tears you saw him; relaxed beyond words, his face quirked in pleasure, his chest panting up and down as he used you to reach his high “perfecta–m’ baby–s’ good”, he muttered senselessly and your chest turned at the sight and his words, he was such a good man, he was a great fucking man, and you were so fucking sorry.

He had called you perfect and you knew you were the total and complete opposite of that. How could you have done that to a person that thought so highly of you? Even when he thought so lowly of himself.

In that moment, with him in your mouth, whispering soft nothings to the air and you between his legs, both of you as vulnerable as you could be in that position, in that place where everything had started out of nowhere, you realized how much you regretted everything. Your chest sank and you sobbed, it disguised itself as a gag and more tears escaped your eyes, he didn’t deserve it.

You thought of yourself as something close to a monster, no different from those you had sworn to chase. You had become what you wanted to kill; cruel, selfish, deceitful, and the realization that the only thing that would come out of all that was deep sadness and desolation bathed you like a bucket of freezing ice water. And he didn’t deserve any of it.

Because Javier was such a good man. And you weren't good at all. And that made you decide yours and his fate, right there in his office in the middle of the night and then, as he panted above you, fisted your hair and came inside your throat. You were gonna tell him everything. It wasn’t anymore a question of if you were going to do it. It was a given. Now the question was when.

Javier opened his hooded eyes as you swallowed his orgasm and brushed your tears away, he smiled at you hazily and you smiled back.

“Thank you,”

The next morning you walked out of your apartment in comfortable silence. 

The night before, you had driven you both to your place. Javier had noticed almost immediately after the deep-throat you had given him that something inside you was off, but he didn’t ask you, instead, when you entered your apartment, he helped you out of your clothes and laid next to you. You knew he wasn’t much of a cuddler, but he just knew you needed it, so he held you tightly inside around arms almost the entire night, determined to provide you some comfort as you had done the same for him before.

You reached your building’s parking lot and he turned his head to both sides to make sure you were alone.

“You okay?” he asked, stepping closer to you and reaching for your waist, your hands settled around his neck and you nodded.

“Are you gonna be gone all day?” your voice was thin and he noticed the worried tone of it, he was about to meet with Berna, as he had planned, to get Christina back, and you dreaded the whole plan, he had to get inside the thick colombian jungle along dangerous people and you had to stay behind, just waiting for something to happen. One of his hands moved to cup your face and he brushed his thumb on your cheek.

“Probably,” Javier replied, leaning in to brush his lips against you.

“Please, be careful,” you pleaded in a whisper, he kissed you softly, you moved your hands to his nape and brought him closer to you. You shut your eyes tightly as he parted his lips to let you inside his mouth and gave him all your wordless love, you stopped the kiss and opened your eyes, Javier’s chest sunk when he saw your eyes glisten with unshed tears “don’t come back without her,” you whispered “but please come back,”

Javier nodded once and kissed you again, trying again to give you some comfort in the only way he knew how.

He broke the kiss reluctantly and pulled away from your body so you could get into your car and drive to work. As you turned on the car’s ignition you gave him a last look and he gave you a nod, knowing exactly what your eyes were telling but your mouth couldn’t say. And you breathed in to fill your lungs and to begin your day of pretending you weren’t as worried as you really were while the man you just acknowledged to yourself you loved, spent his day on a rescue mission that could go wrong in a thousand different ways.

The day in office went by ridiculously slowly, the minutes felt like days and the hours felt like weeks and you couldn’t get to focus on one single thing, so you stood up from your desk and decided it was then time to start trying to gather as much information as you could to show Javier when you told him the truth. You knew with him you needed something close to a defense, even though you weren’t exactly sure how he was going to react. 

The whole thing was a mess, but no one could blame you for trying at least to get him to understand you. 

You opened the bottom drawer of your desk, the one that double functioned as both a filing cabinet and a safe place to hide stuff you didn’t want anyone to find, and pulled out two manila folders you had shoved in there the first time you went to Stechner’s office and learned he was nothing but a venomous, selfish snake.

With a quick pace you walked towards the records room and closed the door behind you, you stepped to the old copy machine that was put in there when it was replaced by the newer, techier machine that now had its place in the middle of the office. You started shuffling the papers that you had shoved into the folders to try to organize them and began photocopying them, making sure the ones deemed more important went into the machine first.

You didn’t hear the door opening behind you, your mind wandering between the pages you had in your hands and the ones printing, trying to order them.

“Martín,” a soft voice called out behind you, and startled you. Your hands made quick work of turning the pages upside down and shoving the rest into the folders as you turned around.

“Hey,” you tried to relax your body when you saw the brunette agent hesitantly walking closer to you, your breath calmed “I’m sorry, I don’t know your name,” you said apologetically and she gave you half a smile.

“Call me Charles,” her voice hardened on its own and you nodded.

“So…” you gave her an expectant look, she had walked in because of you, it was obvious. She moved her hands and put her into her pockets, you tilted your head, reading her doubt and anxiety.

“Are you fucking him?” she muttered, deepening her gaze into yours. You frowned.

“What?”

“Peña, are you fucking him?” her voice hardened as she stood up straight. Your mouth fell open at her question. She was a contradiction in herself. You knew how she had been looking at you and Javier, and, as Feistl did, it wasn’t a surprise other people would see, but she was confronting you about it, as if you or Javier owed her something. An explanation, a justification of something she had formed inside her head. 

You, in your railed state of mind, as you prayed to a god you didn’t believe in that she wouldn’t dare to look over your shoulder at the pages you were trying to keep away from her eyes, admired her audacity, at the same time this audacity exasperated you.

“You kiddin’, right?” you asked her, trying to lighten your voice, she just raised an eyebrow at you and huffed.

“You come and go in and out of the office with him all the time!” she rambled as if it was all you needed to actually answer her question “you think I haven’t noticed how you look at him? or how he looks at you?” when she said the last word, her face quirk in something close to disgust and you bit your lower lip, preventing a chuckle to come out of your mouth.

“Oh god, you’re really asking,” you mouthed, she finally dropped her gaze to your feet. “why?” the question visibly took her by surprise, her arms moved and she crossed them on her chest. Of course she did.

“I made the first question,” she tried to regain the small amount of confidence she had entered the room with while you took control of the entire situation. You sighed loudly, for your body to relax and for her to know you were already tired of whatever that was.

“And I don’t have to answer it,” you shrugged, “why are you so eager to know, agent Charles?” you questioned, softening your voice. She took her time not saying a word, you really wanted to know what was going inside her head, and the temptation of just focusing on her silence and her body language was growing within you by the second.

But you had things to do and issues to worry about, so when she sighed you mimicked her and turned around to gather all the pages and simply walk out.

“My sexual life is none of your business, agent Charles,” you muttered, stepping away from the copy machine “and if you’re asking because you wanna know if agent Peña is available, well then go ask him whenever he comes back,” she snapped her head to look at you at the mention of Javier, and you had to chew on the inside of your cheek to keep from smirking “maybe he’ll say yes, what do I know?” you said under your breath when you opened the door and walked out, leaving her standing in the middle of the room while your brain returned to its previous mode of planning and thinking a way to stay afloat.

You checked your wristwatch as you sat back on your desk, your mind traveling hundreds of miles away, wondering if Javier was okay.

Javier had been in one camp like that just weeks before and had already forgotten how fucking hot everything was in there.

The heat was scorching and wet, he swiped the back of his hand on his forehead again and dried it on the fabric of the cargo pants he was wearing, hoping for one single current of air that could relieve him from the suffocating feeling in his chest caused both by the heat and the fact that he really didn’t want to be there.

Javier was putting on a bulletproof vest that didn’t quite fit him, with the eyes of Berna glued to him and his actions, watching him get ready and checking once again the barrel of his gun. Javier was loathing the man’s stare.

“Y, ¿al fin supiste algo de Judy?” (You ever heard anything from Judy?) Berna asked, Javier saw him play with a dagger while his heavy stare rested on him.

“No desde que la vendiste,” (Not since you sold her out) he muttered, Berna chuckled humorlessly.

“Quién iba a pensar, Javier, ahora los dos somos jefes,” (Who would’ve thought, Javier, now both of us, bosses) Javier hid the roll of his eyes as the man compared taking advantage of Escobar’s death to climb a stepless ladder inside the cartel with being practically forcefully promoted “y, ¿si te dieron un apartamento bueno ahí en Bogotá?” (and did they give you a nice place in Bogotá?) he asked him, Javier brushed his bottom lip with his thumb as he looked back at Berna.

“‘Ta bueno,” (It’s good) Javier replied, not giving too much of a crap about the reason for his question. Not wanting to think anything of it… Not really wanting to tell him he was living in the same one.

“Deberías conocer mi casa,” (you should see my house) Berna said with a chuckle “yo cago cada día de la semana en un baño diferente, a mi esposa eso le encanta.” (I can take a shit in a different bathroom every day of the week, my wife loves it) Javier huffed and narrowed his eyes.

“¿Su esposa?” (your wife?)

“Yo soy un hombre de familia,” (I’m a family man) he shrugged, Javier wanted to laugh at the statement but he didn’t, knowing he wasn’t really in the position to “y vos ¿qué? ¿seguís con la misma novia? la maleta,” (and you what? you still with the same girlfriend, the suitcase?)

Javier didn’t answer the last question. After it his mind immediately went to one single thing, ignoring whatever else Berna had said to him. Javier walked out of the small hut he got ready in and stepped on the soft, humid, jungle floor, swiped off the sweat of his forehead again and thought of you. It shook him. He was in the middle of a rescue mission for a really important piece of the case he was building to dismantle a whole cartel and when an old ally, another narco, asked him about his love life… his mind took him to you.

It was funny for him, somewhat, that his mind pictured you when someone mentioned the words novia, or esposa, because for a long time he actually thought he would never have something, someone that could be the parallel to that in his life.

And the realization that his brain correlated the idea of you with the idea of… that, for the first time in his life, didn’t scare the shit out of him.

It was late, you were tired of checking the clock and your watch and not seeing the handles moving forward. You hated feeling like time was still, and you hated not knowing what the hell was going on.

You had spent some hours busy with copying and collecting some more documents and then tried to write some reports, but you were extremely anxious and so desperate because no one knew what was going on and you were dreading the outcome of all of that.

Stoddard was watching you pace between the desks, handing you cigarettes while you tried to find relaxation by chain smoking. Feistl and was sitting on his desk typing his nerves away when a phone rang. Feistl’s phone.

You turned to watch him answer it and say one word, turning to look back at you, he listened for two seconds and then he hung up.

“He has her.” he said.

You felt your soul come back to your body and for the first time since the last kiss you gave him in the parking lot of your building, forcing yourself to separate from him, you could fill your lungs with fresh air that smelled like relief.

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Apology to @cringe-artist

Im so sorry for just leaving you like that. I didn’t forget you, it’s true that I don’t have many friends. In fact, the only friends I have I see them at certain hours and almost never see them. So I’m left alone most of the day. That means I have no excuse, and I can’t just blame my social anxiety/introverted self. You need a true explanation because you are the only friend that doesn’t just respond with “mhm” “yeah” “k”. You have actually been there for me. And I’ll be damned if I just lose you too. I finally figured out why I’m I leave so suddenly. (Tragic backstory intensifies) in the past, many of my “so called” friends have hurt me badly (bullying but whatever) and I just push people away before they can hurt me again. I don’t mean to do it, I don’t mean to disappear. I love you, I really do (platonic eyyyy) and I’d hate to lose you too. I know I’m not usually serious, but I felt I needed to address this. You deserve an explanation, not an excuse like “oh my mom called” or some random bullshit. You are my true friend, and I’m sorry. I don’t care if you don’t forgive me, I just wanted you to know this

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Date?

Jethro Gibbs x female reader

Masterlist

Y/N realizes she has feelings for jethro because she gets jealous, can she convince him he deserves her?

Thank you @hopscotchandlemon for the encouragement and some inspiration

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Gibbs and Y/N were on their way back from interviewing a suspect when he suggested they pull over to eat. He found a little Italian restaurant where they sat and chatted over pasta.

Y/N joked that he must need a favor from her to be filling her with her favorite food in the middle of a work day. To which jethro looked down with that charming smirk Y/N loved. He wasn’t her boss, she was an FBI profiler that often worked with the team so she was allowed to make him work for favors.

To any one on the outside they looked like a couple grabbing a quick lunch break. Not work colleagues. Everyone except the pretty waitress that is.

Y/N was sitting watching her hopelessly flirt with him. She felt frustration and anger rise through her. She didn’t know why but all she wanted was to deck the pretty waitress when she gently caressed his arm. Jethro watched as Y/N got more and more angry. Suddenly he watched realization cross her face and then her cheeks flush.

What he had just witnessed was Y/N finally realizing how she felt about the NCIS agent she often worked with. She loved him. She loved him and she could now barely eat the delicious pasta in front of her because watching this woman flirt with him made her sick.

Jethro fake smiled as he politely replied to the too touchy waitress and looked at Y/N.

“How’s the food Y/N/N?” His smile turned real.

“Fine”

“Mhm” he hummed and then narrowed his eyes at her “then why aren’t you eating, and is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 

“No, I’m fine, it was just kinda gross watching her throw herself at you.” She admitted

“OH, so you’re jealous?” He laughed

“Shut up” she blushed more.

“Don’t worry about her, I’m not interested. Now enjoy your pasta. Im about to spend good money on that.” He said reaching across to hold her hand.

She thought about his reassurance and his comment about her blush, and fact he wanted to pay. Shit is this a date? Shit, she really hoped it was.

“Are we on a date right now?” She asked, knowing straight forward was always best with Jethro.

“What?” He grunted, not sure if he heard her right.

“Well you ignored the pretty waitress’ attempt to eye screw you, you want to pay for my meal, and you’re holding my hand.” She squeezed his hand in hers as she watched him realize they were still holding hands. She hoped to god he didn’t pull away. Instead he gripped her hand tighter and the anxiety in her chest eased just a bit.

“Y/N I-“ he said in a serious tone, that she knew led to his usual excuses not to get close to people.

“Save it!” She warned

He stared at her, shocked at her sudden tone.

“Unless you’re going to tell me you truly don’t have feelings for me then I don’t want your other bull shit excuses”

“Bull shit excuses?” He asked with his signature sarcastic smirk.

“Yeah. that you’re damaged, that I’ll get hurt, that you aren’t good enough for me.” She listed

“All true.”

“Do you have feelings for me?” She was using all the confidence she could muster.

“Yes” she was relieved at his answer, but knew there was more to talk about.

“Then say this is a date.” She insisted softly.

“You don’t want to date me” he broke eye contact in a way that made her heart ache.

“I do.” She said ducking her head to try to look in those blue eyes again.

“Y/N” he warned.

“I know you have baggage, half of your heart will always belong to Shannon and Kelly. You think you get people hurt, you’re awful at communicating”

“See” he couldn’t help but smirk at the fact that she practically read his mind.

“But I want you jethro. I want a little piece of your heart more than I’ve ever wanted all of any one else’s. I’m good at sharing, I’d gladly share you with them. As for baggage, I have my own, you’ve accepted it. Believe me when I say I want to accept yours.”

At that point he wished they weren’t sitting across from each other so he could wrap her in his arms. However they were, so squeezing her hand in his would have to suffice for the moment.

“I’m an FBI agent jethro, could I get hurt? Yeah, with or with out being attached to you. But it wouldn’t be your fault and honestly being with you, what we could have is worth anything. It’s even worth the risk of you breaking my heart. Because 3 failed marriages or not, I know you’d take care of it the best you could, and that’s all I’d ask. And I’m willing to deal with your shitty communication skills. I’m a profiler I have a leg up on understanding your actions instead of words. Plus I kinda love the fact that even though you’re a functional mute, when you do talk, you’re so good at it. I think I’ve made my point and I’m going to shut up now and let you do the whole communicating with out talking thing.” She finished and took a deep breath.

He Looked at her the way he does, where she swears he can read her mind.

“Just-“ she started again.

“Thought you were done.” He said with a faint grin.

“One more thing, if you really don’t feel the way I do, just tell me straight.”

“I can’t do that” he said rubbing his thumb over her hand.

“So this is a date?” She said, knowing when to stop pushing.

“No” he responded.

She nodded, not letting herself get upset until she could read his body language and figure out what was behind his answer. She didn’t have to because for once In their friendship, he didn’t leave her guessing.

“But tonight is.” He smiled.

“Tonight?” Her eyes lit up as she asked.

“Yeah come over at 7, I’ll cook”

“I like my steak medium rare. More rare than medium” she said with a glowing smile and watched his face break out in one too.

“I knew I liked you” he laughed with a wink.

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Fangs

Chapter Six

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Masterlist

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ships: Platonic DLAMPR, platonic? Logince

Word Count: 1452

Genre: Some fluffy silly supportive bois

Warnings: Fangs, very slight body horror(the fangs), wild animal, wolf, swearing, food, eating (i think that’s it but if i missed anything please let me know so i can add it, thank you!!!)

Roman blinked, looking at the other, blinking again and rubbing his eyes almost comically, as if he didn’t believe what he was seeing.

“You have-” he motioned to his own mouth, not sure of the right words.

“Fangth? Yeth, I’m aware,” he sighed rubbing his eyes tiredly.

“Does this have something to do with the um- the uh-” he then motioned to the hair.

“That’th the working theory, yeth,”

“And the lisp?”

“Mhm,”

“The meat??”

“Yeth,”

“The… uh….. The growling?...”

“I… believe so, yeth,”

“Do you know why??”

Logan sighed and shook his head, “currently, I do not,” he said, standing from his seated spot on the floor and walking over to his desk, motioning to the tools on his desk, “nothing I try workth, I can't get them to go away,”

Roman stood as well, walking over, “Have you tried just like, imagining them going away?” he asked and Logan gave him a deadpan look.

“/No/ Roman, I /definitely/ have /not/ tried that,”

“Well at least your sarcasm is getting better,”

“Thank you, Januth hath been helping me,”

“No problem, Microsoft nerd,” he said with a smile, “Ok, so, let's get a look at these chompers,” he said, taking Logan’s hand and and leading him over to the bed, sitting him down and standing in front of him, conjuring a small flashlight, “Alright, Pocket Protector, open wide,”

Logan rolled his eyes a little before opening his mouth, baring his teeth.

“Yikes, you've got quite the bite, huh? Have you been brushing properly since your last dental appointment?” Roman teased with a small smirk.

“Roman, /focuth/,”

“Yeah, yeah, alright, sorry,” he chuckled before shining the flashlight in, looking over the sharp fangs, “alright, from this I can see that you indeed… have fangs,”

“Roman you are absolutely no help at all.”

“What?? What do you expect? I’m not the smart one here!!”

“Well you are the expert on thap- thsa-” He couldn't manage to say ‘shapeshifting’ so he just said, “M-Managing to change your form,”

“Well I’ve never gotten stuck before,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “I’ll- uh- I’ll think on this, ok? I’ll help you with this, alright?” he said, sitting down next to him and wrapping an arm around the smaller side’s shoulders.

Logan sighed and leaned into him, resting his head on the other’s shoulder, “You won’t tell the otherth, right?” he asked softly.

“You don’t want them to know?”

“...no…”

“Then no, I won’t tell them.”

“Thankth, Ro,” he said, a small, shy toothy smile on his face.

“Of course,” he said with a grin, “I’m just glad you decided to trust me, and I promise we’re gonna figure this out,”

“Great, because I am so tired of eating just meat,”

“Heh, I bet.”

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Roman had spent the rest of the night trying to figure it out, well, that is, until he fell asleep at his desk, he had only made it thirty minutes before falling asleep. The next day he excused himself from the discussion early to spend more time thinking on the night before.

The following night he returned to Logan’s room, same as always with a plate of chicken nuggets in his hand and the papers from his ‘research’ (Mostly drawings of Logan with fangs) in his mouth as he knocked on the door. There was no response.

Roman raised an eyebrow and knocked again, but once more there was no response. He took the papers out of his mouth to call, “Loooooooooggggggaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnn open the doooooooooooooooooooor,” before adding, “please, I broughtcha dinner,”

At this point he was… concerned. “Uhhhhhhhhh Lo im gonna come in, ok? Don’t freak out it’s just me,” He called as he moved, tucking the papers under his arm and resting his hand on the handle, turning it and pushing the door open. He walked in, closing the door behind him.

Looking around, the room was uncharacteristically messy for Logan, as it had been for the last couple weeks, but nothing looked really out of the ordinary. Roman’s eyes finally landed on the lump on the bed, under the covers and he laughed, rolling his eyes, “Still in bed, I never would have pegged you as one to sleep in this late, calculator watch,” He said, setting the chicken nuggets on the desk along with his papers before he plopped down on the bed, shaking the lump under the covers, “wakey wakey, sunshine,” he smiled.

A low growl came from the other as it shifted and Roman rolled his eyes, “come on, none of that, you know it's too late to be sleeping,” he said as he pulled the sheets off the other. But when he saw what was underneath, he gasped, startling backwards and falling off the bed before hopping up again, “Shit- Logan!?”

A wolf rose from a sleeping position in Logan’s bed, looking quite grumpy as he looked over at Roman.

“Holy everlasting reign of glob, what happened to you?!” he said as he rushed back over and the wolf simply huffed, stretching before hopping off the bed and walking around.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh god Logan,” He put his hands over his mouth, “gosh Logan I’m so sorry, this is all my fault, gosh I should have come back sooner and now you’re a wolf oh gosh I’m so sorry,”

The wolf went over, scratching at the leg of the desk, whimpering softly.

“Oh, you- uh- you want something? Something on your desk? Some kind of super science thing that’ll turn you back or-” he paused and sighed, “You want the chicken nuggets, don’t you?”

So that’s how Roman ended up sitting in Logan’s bed, feeding a wolf chicken nuggets, having a crisis, for thirty minutes.

“Goooooooooooosh what am I gonna tell Thomas? That his logic is now a wolf? How am I gonna explain that?!” He groaned as he pet the wolf who was now lying in his lap.

“Wait,” he said, sitting up, startling the wolf, nerdy ‘wolf’erine, Roman had dubbed him. “I- hear me out, Logan, I have an idea, ok?”

‘Wolf’erine tilted his head as Roman cupped the wolf’s face, “Ok, I know it’s highly illogical but in all the fairy tales it works,” He said before moving and pressing a kiss to the wolf’s snout.

“Roman? What in the name of Tesla are you doing?”

Roman pulled away and smiled, “Wait, shit did it work???” Then he made a confused face when he saw the wolf still in front of him.

“Roman why are you kithing the wolf?” Logan asked, entering the room and closing the door behind him.

Roman felt his face heat up as he blushed a very very bright red color, “I-I- y-you’re not- but I thought- you- I-” he looked between the wolf and Logan, “I- I thought you were the wolf!!”

“I- what?”

“You’re practically turning into a wolf when I came in and there was a wolf in your bed I thought- I thought-...”

Logan stared at him a moment before he laughed, “You thought I had turned into a wolf, oh wow Roman that ith… oh goodneth,” he laughed.

Roman blushed even brighter, “I- its not- what was I supposed to think?! And why in the world is there a wolf in your room!?”

“I asked Remuth to get one from the imagination for me tho I could do more rethearch, I was thimply out because Remuth had been ranting about all the wayth wolves could kill and I did not want to be rude by leaving,” he explained

Roman nodded a little bit, “ooookkkkkkkkkkaaayyy, but why did you ask /Remus/? I could have gotten it for you,” he said, pouting a little bit.

“You have already done tho much for me, I did not want to bother you further, plus with Remuth I can athk for a wolf and get one no quethtions athked.”

“Oh…. Right…” he nodded a little bit, letting out a sigh, “Alright, uh, I fed your dinner to the wolf, I’ll get you something else,” he chuckled shyly, “Just… know you can ask me for anything, ok?”

“Alright, I’ll keep that in mind, thank you, Roman,” he smiled and nodded.

He nodded with a grin before going to the door, “Oh, and Roman?” Logan called and Roman looked back at him.

“If you thought the wolf was me… why, exactly, were you kissing it?” He asked with an eyebrow raised and a small smirk.

Roman’s face was once more painted red as he blushed again, “I- I was just- I- I mean it always works in fairy tales!!”

Logan was in a laughing once more as Roman rushed out with a thick blush on his face because gooooshhhhh that was embarrassing.

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Heh, thought you all deserved some funny silly bois before the heavy stuff drops :3

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Drown (G.D)- part 4

A/N: IM SO SORRY THAT IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPDATE FKSJSJS IVE BEEN BUSY AS HELL WITH WORK AND DEALING WITH MY SEPTOPLASTY SHIT BUT IM HERE AND FEELING BETTER!

Word-count: 1.5k

Summary: You went out to get some coffee with Ethan, which led you to find out that he knows about your crush towards Grayson. And later on, you discover something else that you don’t even want to know.

T/W: Angst

Tags: @bingexdolan aka my loyal ass reader, thanks for bearing with my ugly writing bye <3

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“Is he mad at me?,” Bianca mumbles before she takes a small sip of her iced latte, with her eyes locked with Ethan’s.

It’s one fine afternoon, and Bianca decided to spend some time with Ethan to catch up with him. He’s usually pretty busy, but apparently today’s her lucky day that he agreed to get some coffee with her. So here she is, with Ethan sitting in front of her. But just him, Grayson’s not coming.

Ethan tilts his head aside for a bit, with his brows scrunched. “It’s not like he’s mad... Maybe more like upset because you chose Declan,” he shrugs.

A soft sigh escapes her as she sets her plastic cup of iced latte down on the table. “But why? He knows Declan. Okay, what if— he’s no longer a douche?,” She replies.

Ethan shakes his head as he shifts his gaze from her, to the view outside the window. “You know, the point is, he doesn’t like Declan. Douche Declan, or Nice Declan, still no from him,” Ethan says.

“True, though,” She replies lazily. “Anyways, where is he?,” Again, she shifts her gaze back to Ethan.

His shoulders rise and fall into a shrug as he speaks. “It’s August 1st. Grayson and Isla’s second anniversary.”

Oh. She can feel her heart shattered into pieces as soon as he mentions that girl’s name, followed with the word ‘anniversary’.

“So they’re going out?”

Jesus, Bianca, why are you so nosy—

“Hmm, I don’t know. He mentioned about having a dinner with Isla to celebrate their anniversary, but also he’s been watching a lot of cooking shows on TV. Maybe he’s chefin’ up?,” Ethan guesses.

He’s willing to cook for his girl? God, if only that lucky girl was her.

“Such a gentleman...,” Bianca mumbles to herself. Ethan chuckles.

“So... they’re probably at your place?,” Again, she asks.

“No, I think they’re going to celebrate it at Isla’s. Mom doesn’t really like Isla and her bitchy attitude,”

“Wait, does Grayson know?,”

“He knows. Mom told him about it like few weeks ago. She told him that Isla’s vibe is just a big no, and I agree,” Ethan explains.

And he’s still keeping her? Such a gentleman, right?

Yes, but not hers.

“Anyways, thanks for helping me with the Biology last night. I finished my test real quick, thanks to you,” Ethan out of nowhere decides to change the topic.

Bianca just gives him a slight nod. “You’re welcome, I’ll try to help you as long as I can,” She shrugs.

Ethan gently taps his fingers against the cold surface of the table lying between them for a while before he finally says something that she has never expected.

“Why would Grayson choose Isla when he got you, Bi?”

Ethan—

“What do you mean?,” Bianca furrows her brows.

“Like... You’re beautiful, you’re nice, and he has known you for years, so why did he have to choose Isla over you?”

She keeps her mouth shut.

“And you’re smart. Like, you can be his tutor slash girlfriend but he ended up dating a seeking attention whore like Isla? God,” Ethan grumbles.

“Ethan—“

“Bianca, he’s dumb! He should’ve picked you instead of Isla,” he mutters.

Bianca shakes her head as she arches her brow. “What if... I’m not into your brother?”

Ethan quickly shifts his gaze back to her the moment she says it. A sarcastic chuckle comes out of his lips, followed with another unexpected thing.

“Don’t be silly, Bianca. You’ve been crushing on him all this time.”

She remains silent, shaking her head. “I told you that I’ve been talking to De—“

“My ass.” Ethan cuts her off real quick. “Yeah, like lately, but how about years ago, Bi?” he attacks her.

Silence.

“Everybody knows that you’re into Grayson. It’s not that I’m mad at you for crushing on him, but the fact that he’s acting all blind makes me sick,” Ethan doesn’t even give her a chance to defend herself.

“E...”

“Tell me I’m right,” he demands.

He knew it all. And there’s nothing she can do to cover it up anymore. Her crush towards Grayson is no longer a secret.

Bianca nods her head slowly as she brings her hand up to run her fingers through her dark locks. “Maybe we’re not meant to be, Ethan,” she mumbles.

“What if you’re actually meant to be with him?,” Again, another strike back from Ethan.

“I—I don’t know...” she mumbles. She can feel her cheek burning red and her eyes start to water.

Don’t cry, Bi.

“I believe so, but my brother’s just dumb,”

She loses it.

She brings the back of her hand up to her face to wipe the tears away, trying her best to act that Grayson and Isla ain’t shit to her, but she just can’t.

“Ethan, I want no one but him...” she sniffles. “But maybe the wait is over, I gotta move on. If he’s happy with Isla, then I deserve my happiness too,” she adds.

Ethan lets out a soft sigh as he reaches his hand out to tuck a strand of hair to the back of her ear. “Hey, sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he coos softly. “But, you know... I got your back. If you feel it’s the time to let go, then do it, Bi. I want nothing but the best for you,” he adds once again, this time, with a small smile in his face.

“We’ll see, I just hope talking to Declan can help me to move on, you know? Starting fresh...”

“I understand,” he nods.

That’s when exactly Ethan’s phone beeps. He quickly checks the latest notification popping into his phone. Turns out it’s from Lisa.

“Hey, I know a way to brighten up your mood,” he grins.

“Huh?,”

“Don’t you miss... this?,” Ethan hands his phone to her, showing a picture sent by Lisa.

Her home made cinnamon rolls. Bianca’s favorite.

“I’ll drive you home later, but right now, let’s get you some of your all time favorite one, Dolan’s home-baked cinnamon rolls,” he chuckles as he gets up from his seat.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe some cinnamon rolls can help.

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“Thanks, Auntie Lisa,” Bianca speaks once she finish her second roll. Lisa gives her a quick nod as she sits on the couch in the living room, joining Bianca and Ethan.

“Hey, no need to thank me. You’re just in luck,” Lisa replies, taking a small sip of her hot chamomile tea.

“Well, I think I need to thank Ethan for dragging me here, then,” Bianca nudges Ethan’s rib playfully as he leans against his seat.

“I know you love Mom’s cinnamon rolls, soo,” Ethan replies quickly.

“Anyway, Ethan, where’s Grayson?,” Lisa asks.

“At Isla’s, I think?,” the twin brother replies lazily. “It’s their anniversary, so I think they’re celebrating it there, maybe?,” he adds.

“He didn’t tell me about that,” Lisa sighs.

“Because we all don’t give a damn about him and Isla. So he thinks he has nothing to tell about when it comes to their relationship,” Ethan rolls his eyes in annoyance.

Bianca’s just there, sitting in complete silence as she tries to process the fact that Grayson keeping his relationship private from his family, all because they dislike Isla.

“He’ll come home soon, Ma. No worries. If you’re tired, get some rest, I’ll wait for him,” Ethan suggests.

“How about Bianca?,”

“Easy, I’ll drive her home later,” Ethan convinces her once again.

“Ah, alright. Let me get some rest, it’s been a tiring day,” Lisa stands up from her seat as she gives Bianca another smile. “Thanks for coming, dear,” she adds.

Bianca gives her a thumb up and a smile as she watches her heading upstairs to her room.

“Relax and have another roll if you want, Bi,” Ethan points at the last cinnamon roll on the plate. Bianca lazily shakes her head as she lean against the seat.

Her mind wanders. Thinking about him.

Grayson.

And that’s when the door opens, and she can hear the sound of a light jog.

It’s him, he’s home.

“I’m home!,” Grayson’s voice echoes.

“You didn’t tell Mom about your anniversary plan?,” Ethan replies.

Bianca chooses to remain silent, to observe his reaction at the fact she’s there post the argument night. He walks into the room and sits on the vacant spot next to Ethan, all smile.

God, there he is. Making her weak with his smile, though she doesn’t even know the reason why.

“Oh, hi, Bi!,” he finally greets her, with a cheeky grin across his lips.

“Are you on drugs or what, Bro?,” Ethan frowns.

“Why?”

“Being all happy like this? Kinda weird...,” Ethan hums.

“Just, excited about the anniversary” he replies.

Oh, one knife thrown to her chest by Grayson Bailey Dolan.

“Mhm, dinner?,” Ethan asks.

“Yeah, yeah, we cooked, and had dinner together. And I gave Isla a necklace, the one that I showed you few weeks ago, remember?,” Grayson continues.

“I do remember,” Ethan nods.

He gave her a necklace? Second knife.

“And... you know... we did it,” he lowers his voice that it nearly sounds like a whisper.

“Did what?,” Ethan’s brows furrow.

“That...” Grayson rolls his eyes, getting annoyed at Ethan being lame.

“You and Isla...,” Ethan mumbles.

“No worries, protection, bro,” Grayson replies.

Protection?

“Wait, you and Isla had...” Ethan turns his gaze to Grayson, then back to Bianca.

“Yes, Ethan. We did it,” Grayson exclaims proudly.

Third knife to her chest.

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Alternate Love

Summary: Anon request- I wish you would write a fic where: talk about alternate affection, platonically/romantically. Or Someone who's gotten shit for being manipulative/cut throat to survive life. Teach people it's not bad. You can manipulate people to believe in themselves/out of anxieties. And. Maybe they arent verbal but they know x's fave color is green so they wear green arnd them to show they care. Some1 gave them a ring so they always wear it around them to show they appreciate gesture, tho its not the fave.🐍

A/N: Mini rant- I can’t even begin to put into words how close to home this request hit. Like I am not an overt touchy-feely love person. And for the longest time I always felt something was wrong with me because I wasn’t that way. But there are so many ways to love people, and as long as it’s consensual, love the way you love, whether it’s loud and in your face, or blink and you’ll miss it. And find someone who loves you that way, because fuck watering yourself down for anybody.

Content: Quieter forms of affection

Word Count: 1.2k

And away, and away we go!

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“Fuck, dude. I dunno. I just feel nervous,” the man with striking blue eyes muttered into a phone, a soft chuckle escaping him as he passed a hand through blonde curls. 

“Well, that’s stupid,” the woman next to him scoffed into her drink. 

“Excuse me?” the man asked, quirking an eyebrow in her direction. “No, not you, man. I’ll call you back,” he spoke quickly into the phone. “It’s rude to eavesdrop you know.”

“Eavesdropping would imply I was listening to both sides of the conversation. I was just making an observation. For all you know, my observation could have been about… well, anything, really.”

“Well, the timing is a tad coincidental.”

“Well, if the shoe fits…”

“Why is it stupid for me to feel nervous?”

“Because if we allowed our nerves to control us, then we would never get anything done. Ergo, feeling nervous is stupid. Feel confident instead. Trust in yourself.”

“Okay, but why can’t you just say that instead of calling me stupid?”

“I didn’t call you stupid.”

“Calling my feelings stupid isn’t much better.”

“Got your attention though, didn’t it? And as I said before, I was just making an observation.”

“An observation we agreed was about me.”

“Did we?”

“Are you always this charming?” The man’s words dripped heavy with rhetoric and sarcasm.

The woman shrugged. “Your opinion of me doesn’t affect me. And if my opinion of you matters to you… well… that’s your problem.”

He leaned in with a dangerous smirk. “And what is your opinion of me?”

She met his look, her brown eyes full of dark trouble that made his heart race in his chest. “I don’t have an opinion of you.”

He titled his head back, hand clutching at his chest like he’d been wounded. “Ouch,” he chuckled.

She shrugged again. “World’s not always gonna be nice to you just because you look like you, pretty boy. Toughen up.”

“Name’s Luke, actually.”

“I don’t care.”

“Of course you don’t. Why would you?”

“I’m not holding you hostage, Luke. If you’re offended, you’re free to leave.”

“Maybe I don’t wanna leave. Maybe I like being offended by you.”

“Wow, you really do depend on your looks to seal the deal for you, don’t ya?”

Luke’s hands went up in surrender. “Alright, hint taken. Your need to comment on everything isn’t you flirting with me. Got it. Message received.”

“Good. Now you’re learning.”

“Must get lonely pushing people away like that.”

“Rather be alone than surrounded by fake people.”

“Ooo, now who thinks the observation’s about her?” Luke teased.

“Tad coincidental, no?”

“If the shoe fits…”

~~~

“Oh, that’s a cute shirt!” Crystal told her friend as they got ready.

“Thanks!” Victoria flashed a smile. “It’s Luke’s favorite.”

“Oh?” Crystal raised a skeptical eyebrow. “I thought you guys were just friends.”

“We are!” Victoria defended.

“Is that your favorite shirt, too?”

“I mean, I like it. But I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite.”

“Mhm…”

“Oh, whatever,” Victoria laughed as she slid a silver bracelet on her wrist.

“You don’t wear jewelry…” Crystal pointed out.

“Well I feel like wearing it tonight.”

“Didn’t Luke get you that for your birthday?”

“So? What of it?”

Crystal sighed deeply. “How long have I been your friend?”

“Like forever, which is why it was funny I never ran into Luke before I did.”

“Mhm… And in the what? Six months you’ve known him, you’re going out of your way to wear his favorite shirt and a bracelet he bought you? Even though you don’t like either because you never wear that shirt and you hate jewelry because you think it’s too flashy? But, you’re just friends with Luke?”

“You’re reading way too much into this.”

“Or you’re not reading enough into it.”

“Okay,” Victoria clicked her tongue. “Say I do like him. That doesn’t mean he likes me back. I damn near made him cry when I met him because he thought I called him stupid.”

“Okay, but you didn’t actually call him stupid. And he admitted he was flirting with you. Or trying to anyway.”

“Yeah. He tried, and I blew it, so he stopped.”

“Did he? I mean did any of your other friends get you a bracelet for your birthday?”

“No…”

“Well?”

“Okay, but why, Crys? Luke could easily have any woman on the face of the planet. Why would he want a bitch like me?”

“Hey, that’s my best friend you’re trash talking. You’re not a bitch, Tor. You just don’t play games because too many people have played games with you.”

“That may be true, but you have to admit it’s a little off-putting.”

“So what? You’re just gonna water yourself down for other people’s sake?”

“No. I shouldn’t have to.”

“Exactly. You shouldn’t have to.”

“Okay, and what does this have to do with Luke?”

“He clearly likes you if he got you a birthday gift even though you’re just friends. And you clearly like him back if you’re actually wearing it rather than letting it sit with all your other jewelry.”

“Okay, and what am I supposed to do? Go up and kiss him?”

“That’s certainly a good starting point.”

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“Hey, ya made it!” Luke’s grin was wide, and his hug was warm as his arms wrapped around Victoria.

“I said I was coming, didn’t I?” she asked as she stepped out of his embrace.

“I meant that I’m glad you’re here. Shirt looks good on you. Is that the bracelet I got you?”

“Yeah.”

“Aw, you didn’t have to wear it. Crystal told me after the fact that jewelry’s not your thing. Wish she had told me before, so I could’ve bought you something you actually like, though...”

“I do like it.”

“You do?!” His blue eyes lit up with childlike excitement.

“Of course I do. You bought it for me when you didn’t have to.”

“It was your birthday. You deserved something nice.”

“That’s really sweet of you, Luke.”

“What are friends for, right?”

“Yeah. Friends. About that actually. Do you like me?”

Luke laughed. “What kind of question is that? Of course I like you, Tor.”

“Yeah I know. I mean- ugh. This is so stupid. Nevermind. Forget I said anything.”

“Whoa, hold on,” he said, his hand reaching to grab her arm as she started to move away. “If you brought it up, then it’s not stupid. So, c’mon. Talk to me, Tor.”

She stared up at him, her mind racing with trying to find the right words to say, or questions to ask. But when his tongue poked out to wet at his lips, her mind went blank as all she heard was Crystal telling her that a kiss would be a good place to start. And she hoped the other woman was right as she leaned up on her toes and closed the distance.

Luke chuckled, breaking the kiss, his thumb rubbing over where her lips had just been. “Yeah,” he nodded, his eyes sparkling pools of the softest blue. “Yeah, I like you that way. Didn’t think you felt the same.”

“I’m wearing this damn bracelet and shirt, aren’t I?”

“Ha! I knew you didn’t like the bracelet!”

“Yeah, well I’m pretty crazy about the boy who bought it, so it’s a small price to pay.”

“Pretty crazy, huh? That’s uh… a little different than just plain old like, isn’t it?”

“Oh, just shut up and kiss me.”

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[gradianbethany]

Running Home to You || Bethany & Elijah

Tagging: @gradianbethany & @smytheli​

Location: Bethany & Elijah House, Restaurant, Clearing

Date: 2/14/21

Summary: Elijah plans a wonderful day for Bethany that leads to him finally popping the question. 

Warnings: None

Elijah Smythe

This was it. The day that Elijah had been preparing for this past few months, knowing that this was it. He smoothed down Luna’s dress, knowing that he wanted the four-year-old there with them for this. “Alright, everything looks good.” He said with a smile, letting out a breath and rubbed his hands against his pants once he stood back up before he went to check on Bethany.

Bethany Anderson

Bethany was sitting in their new office where she was reading through a cookbook for new ideas. Things had been so wonderful since her and Eli moved in together. It was like they could finally start their life with all three of them. Every morning felt like a dream come true because she got to start it with the three of them. She picked her head up from her book when she heard footsteps. “Babe? Is that you?” A small smile growing on her face.

Elijah Smythe

“Yeah, it’s me.” Elijah called out as he walked into their office and smiled as he showed off his tuxedo. “And there’s a dress laid out on our bed for you. Since I have something planned for the three of us, that includes something more fancy.”

Bethany Anderson

Bethany’s smile instantly grew when she saw him. “Oh my gosh you look so handsome.” She got up from her spot as walked towards him. Her eyebrows rose, “A surprise? You know I love those. How long do I have to get dressed?”

Elijah Smythe

Elijah couldn’t help but smile when he heard her and watched Luna walked into the office. “Why thank you, had this just lying around.” He said with a grin and glanced at his watch. “About two hours.” He said as he glanced back up at her.

Bethany AndersonBOT

”Oh my the both of you look so wonderful! I feel so underdressed.” She said playfully before kneeling down to give Luna a hug. “You look like a princess, darling.” After a moment she stood back up before walking up to Elijah to steal a kiss. “You should break it out more often.” She teased softly, just loud enough for both of them to hear.

Elijah Smythe

Luna smiled with a small thank you as she returned the hug. Elijah returned the kiss as he placed his hands on her hips and grinned when he heard her. “Well, good thing we’re going to be alone tonight, hm?” He said, fighting the urge to pull her closer. “Luna is going to be going to a friends after dinner, so we can have dessert.” He sent her a wink. “Since it’s Valentine’s Day after all.”

Bethany Anderson

Bethany's hands moved to rest on his shoulders, not being able to help but smile into the kiss. "We will be?" She whispered the smile on her face growing. "That sounds like the perfect Valentines day to me." Not being able to help but lean in and steal another kiss. "Then I should probably go and get dressed so we can really enjoy it. Shouldn't I?"

Elijah Smythe

“Mhm, we will be.” Elijah whispered back with a grin plastered on his face, hoping that it goes as planned.  He returned the kiss before he nodded a bit. “Yeah, you should. We’ll be downstairs.” He stole another kiss and picked up Luna, knowing that she wouldn’t leave.

Bethany Anderson

"See you guys soon, I'll try not to take long I promise." Bethany said with a smile before stepping into their room to see the dress. Her smile instantly growing, it was beautiful. Eli knew her style so well. Finally she got dressed and then touched up her hair and makeup to suit it. When she was all ready she finally headed downstairs.

Elijah Smythe

Elijah nodded with a smile before he took Luna to the living room. He slipped his hand into his pocket to make sure he had the surprise and smoothed down Luna’s dress. After a while, he stood up when he heard footsteps and smiled when he saw Bethany. “You look.....amazingly beautiful. If that makes any sense.”

Bethany Anderson

Bethany chuckled softly, the smile on her face instantly growing. “It makes perfect sense. I finally feel like I’m dressed for this special occasion.” She made her way over to both Elijah and Luna.

Elijah Smythe

“Good, because it’s true.” Elijah said as he held out his hand to her after he grabbed one of her coats. “Your coat m’lady.” He gave her with a grin.

Bethany Anderson

Bethany smiled, "Thank you, my darling." She said with a smile before slipping her jacket on and then taking his hand. "So do I get any hints or is this all a surprise?" She asked as the smile on her face grew with excitement. 

Elijah Smythe

“You’re welcome,” Elijah said with a smile and interlaced their hands together as she spoke. He hummed a bit, before he kissed her cheek. “It’s all a surprise.” He murmured with a grin before he lead the three of them to the car. Once he buckled Luna in, he opened up the door for Bethany and closed it behind her before he went to the driver’s side. Once they arrived at the restaurant, he let out a breath and unbuckled his seatbelt before he opened up Bethany’s door. “And we’re here,” He said with a grin before he went and got Luna from the backseat.

Bethany Anderson

Bethany felt the excitement fluttering inside of her. She just loved surprises and it was even better when it came to Eli's surprises. The last surprise he gave her they ended up with a house of their own. It only assured her that this surprise would be just as wonderful and heartfelt. Once she got out of the car she looked around, a bright smile on her face. "Oh I can't even put into words how excited I am for this." She said as she looked between the two of them. "And how wonderful that Luna gets to share this with us."

Elijah Smythe

"Im glad to hear that, honestly." Elijah replied, knowing that his grin was plastered on his face and his nerves were slowly going away. "Yeah, I figured since Luna is important to the both of us and it's important to share things like this with her." He glanced between the two important women that were in his life, he also knew that Bethany was a mother figure in Luna's life and the only mother that she deserved. "Also, I might have pulled some strings so we can have some privacy."

Bethany Anderson

"I love that, Elijah. I think it's great to experience these holidays with her. Show her how we want her to be a part of everything." The last thing she ever wanted was for her to feel left out. There was more than enough time for her and Eli to spend to really celebrate the holiday. She offered her open hand for Luna to take so they could walk in together. "You really thought of everything didn't you?"

Elijah Smythe

"Yeah and to show her what love looks like." Elijah replied with a smile. He shrugged as they started to walk before he opened up the door to the restaurant. "What can I say, Im a man of many talents." He wiped his free hand against his pants, still nervous about later that night and glanced over at her. He led them to the table and glad that they both could sit by Luna.

Bethany Anderson

"Exactly." Bethany agreed with a smile before looking down at Luna before they headed into the restaurant. "You certainly are, babe." She agreed, squeezing his hand softly. Helping get Luna into her chair before sitting down herself. "This place is just beautiful, Eli. You made such a good choice."

Elijah Smythe

 Elijah returned the squeeze. He pushed in her chair for her and sat down himself. “Oh just wait until afterwards.” He replied with a grin before he glanced over at the waitress when they walked over to them with a bread basket in hand. “There you go, do we need some time to order drinks?”

Bethany Anderson

Her eyebrows rose, but the excited smile stayed on her face, "There are even more surprises?" She asked, "I cannot wait, babe." Bethany looked up at the waitress before looking back over at Elijah. "I think I will at least have a water right now. What does the princess want?" She asked Luna.

Elijah Smythe

Elijah just nodded with a grin when he heard her. “Yup, there is more.” He said, before he ordered himself a water and looked at Luna. “Chocolate milk.” She said with a grin before hearing Elijah say a water as well. Once the waitress walked away, Elijah opened the menu and was thankful they had a kids section. “Alright,” He glanced at Luna. “What do you want to eat?” She grinned at both Bethany and Elijah. “Spaghetti and meatballs.” He nodded before he closed the menu for her. “Great choice.” He said with a smile and looked at the menu himself. Once he picked out his dinner, he closed it and took a sip of his water. “How were things at the bakery today?”

Bethany Anderson

"I can't wait to see what else is in store for us." Her eyes looking between Elijah and Luna as they picked out what she wanted to eat. It always felt so wonderful to watch the two of them together. She felt so lucky to be a part of their lives. Bethany picked out another pasta dish for herself. Her own smile growing as she watched Luna choose. Glad to set their menu's aside to focus on two such important people. "Oh things were so wonderful. I feel like the holidays are some of the best times to work. I prepared some special orders for people just for Valentines Day...so many heart shaped cookies and cakes it was wonderful. How about you though? How was work?"

Elijah Smythe

“That’s good because I can’t wait until you see what else is in store.” Elijah said with a grin when he looked up at her from the menu. The more the night progressed, the more calm he became and he was grateful. As she spoke, he reached for his water and took a sip. “Sounds like I missed a great day at the bakery, and remind me to rub your feet along with a back rub when we get home. Work was good, it was busy and everyone enjoyed the Valentine’s Day scavenger hunt I planned out.”

Bethany Anderson

"I am so glad to hear that it did, you put so much thought into it." Bethany said with an excited smile. It felt so nice to just relax and chat during dinner. It was even more special to get to share it with Luna as well. Words couldn't explain how much it warmed her hear that they could celebrate all of these holidays together and life milestones. I felt like she had been on cloud nine. "That dinner was amazing wasn't it?" She asked Luna with a bright smile.

Elijah Smythe

“It was super delicious and now my tummy is happy.” Luna said with a tired smile on her face as she looked at Bethany. “And now, it’s nap time so I can stay up with you guys!” She beamed, as a light chuckle escape from Elijah’s lips, knowing she was going to be passed out in the car. “We’ll see about that honey but there is one more stop we have to make before we can go home.” Once they got in the car, Elijah automatically headed to the place and pulled up. He carefully lead them to a small clearing, where he decorated for this occasion and stopped when he saw the lights in view. “Alright, I need to blindfold you.”

Bethany Anderson

Bethany couldn’t help but chuckle with Luna. Growing more and more excited about what other surprise Eli had in store for her. But when they arrived at this location she felt more excitement fluttering inside of her. “A blindfold?” She asked as she rose her eyebrows. Bethany easily turned around so it’d be easier for him to tie on. “I can barely contain my excitement, babe. Please tell me this surprise is soon?” Barely able to stay still in her spot.

Elijah Smythe

Elijah smiled when he heard her question and nodded as he finished tying the blindfold. “It’s very soon, I promised.” He replied as he grabbed both Luna’s and Bethany’s hand, started leading them to the place where he had the ring. Once they got closer, he started singing the song he had been working on and turned towards her when they reached the ring. He untied the blindfolded as he continued to sing, gave her a huge grin as he turned around and kneeled down as he opened up the box. “All I want to do, is run home to you.” He said as he looked up at her with Luna by his side. He paused for a bit before he began speaking. “These past few months have been amazing and you’ve become some important to both Luna and I and I know that she looks to you as a mom. You took on that role without me asking you to do so and you love her like your own and I couldn’t be more grateful for it and every day I fall even more in love with you. I guess what I’m trying to say is, will you marry us?”

Bethany Anderson

Bethany swore she felt her heart skip a beat once she heard him singing. She had always loved when he did, the fact that he would share those talents with her meant the world. When he took off the blindfold her lips parted in surprise, taking in the whole sight before her. But her eyes couldn't help but go straight back to Elijah. When he knelt though she swore she felt her heart beating out of her chest. "Eli..." She could already feel the tears welling up in her eyes. Bethany looked between Elijah and Luna the two people who she loved and adored more and more everyday. The man who showed her the love and appreciation she deserved everyday. The girl who gave her hope and lit up her life everyday. It would be a dream come true for her to get to spend her life with them making as many memories as they could. She couldn't even muster any words at for a moment. Nodding before she finally spoke. "Eli...Luna...Oh my gosh yes! Yes I would love nothing more."

Elijah Smythe

Elijah swore he could hear his heart in his ears as he waited for her answer. Once she answered, he could feel his eyes well up and felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. Elijah fumbled with the ring a bit before he slipped it onto her finger and stood up before he pulled her into a kiss. “I love you, so very much and I promise to be the best husband ever.”

Bethany Anderson

Bethany couldn't help the breathless chuckle that escaped her as he slipped the ring on. "Get up here..." She mumbled before wrapping her arms around his shoulders and meeting his lips. "I love you too, so so much." Bethany mumbled before pressing more kisses to his lips. "You will be the best, always." She got in between kisses. What a wonderful start to the rest of their lives.

[shhh-no-ones-home]

to yourself chris motionless x reader

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Yikes

Bad break-up? But it's not with Chris, it's y/n friend, but I needed this somehow? idk felt right, kinda angsty?

song: truth in you by vampires everywhere!

tag list: @thisplace-ishaunted @ryansitkowskiswifey @alilpunkrock

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i sat in the booth next to chris and smiled at what my friend had said to me. she had asked us on a double date to meet her new boyfriend and we were having a blast so far. we had started out at the movies, were now at steak n shake for a late lunch, and then were supposed to be going to the park to just walk around and hang out.

"yeah of course, you know ill always come over and help you out."

she nodded and took a drink.

"it really does mean a lot y/n, i know ive moved a lot over the past few years but im hoping this one will actually stick for a while."

i rested my hand gently on chris's thigh and leaned forward into the table.

"and even if it doesnt ill still be around to help."

she laughed.

"thanks."

then the waitress came over to the table to take our order. When she left Chris leaned further into me, kissing my cheek. I looked at him and smiled.

"Thank you."

He smiled back.

"You are absolutely welcome."

I heard Jen sigh and I looked at her and laughed.

"You two are perfect."

I blushed and squeezed Chris's thigh.

"We are not perfect."

She leaned closer to the table.

"Yes, you absolutely are. I'm jealous."

I looked at Chris and he kissed me gently.

"We try."

I laughed at him and he took my hand in his.

"Sure we do."

I watched as she ran her hands through her hair.

"Kinda makes me feel like I have competition."

Her date let out a nervous laugh and she just smiled at him and scratched the back of her head.

"No, don't think that, they've had a lot of time to get to where they are. We only just started dating."

He looked down at the table before sending me a knowing look.

"She's right, we've been together for a while. You've got to build it up, I'm sure you'll both get there. And if not that's totally okay."

Chris hummed and kissed my neck making me giggle.

"You give the best advice baby."

He said seductively and I rolled my eyes at him.

"You just like it when I give you advice because I talk down to you."

I turned to him and he kissed me.

"Yeah, it's hot."

I laughed as he wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me to him. Then the waitress showed up with our food.

"Can I get you all anything else?"

We all looked around at each other for a second.

"Nope, I think we're good, thank you."

She smiled.

"Enjoy."

Chris let me go and sat upright. I snatched a fry from his plate and he sent me a look.

"Really?"

I nodded.

"Yep."

He shook his head at me.

"You have your own, you know that right?"

I nodded quickly and took another one, rolling it between my finger tips.

"Yeah but I like it when you get frustrated."

I put it between my teeth and leaned into him.

"I hate you you know that?"

"Mhm."

I hummed and he leaned in too, taking the other half of the fry in his mouth and kissing me before eating it. Jen just sighed.

"Y'all really out here doing the lady and the tramp thing?"

I laughed at her.

"Right in front of my salad?"

I mocked and she rolled her eyes at me.

"Whatever, just eat normally so we can go to the park."

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We sat in the parked car for a second and waited for Jen and her date.

"So, what do you think of them?"

Chris looked at me like I just asked him the stupidest questions in the world.

"Did you really just ask me that?"

I laughed.

"Yes because she is gonna ask me the same thing after he leaves."

He shook his head.

"I think the dudes a total flake."

I frowned.

"So I'm not the only one?"

He shrugged.

"Even at the movies he seemed kinda standoffish right?"

I sighed.

"Yeah, he did."

Chris grabbed my hand and squeezed it lightly.

"She deserves better y/n."

I looked at him with pity written on my face.

"Of course she does, but she seemed like she really liked him. They've only been on a few dates though."

I jolted when I heard Jen knock on my car window. I looked at her and she waved excitedly at me, her date looking around like he was uncomfortable. I looked back at chris.

"God this isn't gonna go well."

We both opened our doors and got out.

"So, you just wanna walk around?"

She asked when I got out. I shrugged.

"I just wanna chill, talk a bit, hang out. I feel like I haven't gotten to just talk to you in a while without crazy distractions."

She took my hand and hugged her body closer to mine.

"Sounds like a plan babes."

She swung our arms back and forth as we walked to the path around the lake. Chris and her date kinda of stayed behind, chatting amongst themselves. I could hear Chris trying really hard to be nice.

"So, since he's a little bit away, what do you think of Damien?"

She held my hand in both of hers and waited for my answer as we walked.

"Do you want my honest opinion?"

She nodded.

"You know I do."

I looked down and sighed.

"Neither of us like him."

She paused and frowned at me.

"Really?"

She asked kinda sad, turning and keeping our pace.

"I know, I'm sorry Jen, he just doesn't seem like the right guy for you. He's been kind of a douche this whole day. And I know you were super complimentary at lunch but he seemed a little put off at you wanting affection. And that seems kinda shitty."

She sighed.

"You're right, our last date he was so disconnected I felt like I was grasping for attention the whole time."

"I'm sorry Jen."

"Dude, fuck off."

Chris said loudly and we both turned around to face them.

"That's some real shit you know that?"

I looked at him funny.

"This asshole."

Chris pointed at him and looked at us.

"What?"

He just huffed and looked back at him like he couldn't believe him.

"He said hes only here to get in Jen's pants."

Damien looked like he was in deep shit, and was more than shocked. I looked at Jen and her mouth was wide open.

"How fucking dare you!"

She screamed and slapped him. My eyes went wide. He stretched his mouth open and rubbed his face.

"Actually I said I just wanted to sleep with you but I guess that's kind of the same."

I could see tears welling in her eyes.

"I liked you, so much, I even considered taking you home with me."

Damien just shrugged.

"Then I would've reached my goal."

She shook her head and i watched a few tears fall down her cheeks.

"Asshole, just fuckin leave. Get the hell out and loose my number."

She pointed towards the parking lot.

"Fine."

He said firmly before looking at Chris like he did something wrong and walked off towards his car. Then Jen just started sobbing.

"Oh honey no."

I said softly, taking her into me and letting her sob against my chest. I pet her hair gently.

"It's okay, he was an asshole anyway. He doesn't deserve your tears."

She looked up at me and hiccuped.

"Yeah but it still hurts."

I hugged her again.

"I know but at least you didn't develope an attachment and then get your heart shattered."

She nodded her head against my shoulder.

"Thank you y/n, I really needed that."

She looked at me and then turned her attention to Chris.

"And thank you for saying something, or this could've ended worse."

He nodded.

"Of course. Dudes like that don't deserve cool chicks like you. He's an asshole and a bastard."

She laughed a little.

"You are absolutely right."

I smiled down at her as she let me go.

"Thank you guys. Really."

I ran my hand gently down her arm.

"I'm always here for you Jen, whatever you need, just ask."

She nodded.

"Do you think we could go back to your house and play games for a while? I don't wanna think about this anymore."

I smiled at her and looked Chris.

"We'd love to."

[chokememrstark]

The Soulmate Sam Never Asked For // Part 5

Ship: Samifer (Sam Winchester / Lucifer)

Words: 2822(Chapter 5 / 12)

Fic Summary: Sam doesn't know how he got into this situation. What he does know is that he is faced with a side of Lucifer he didn't know existed and that it breaks his heart in more ways than he can count. His classmate - and soulmate, of course - is suffering through much more than he lets anyone know and Sam finds himself offering his help in a very unusual and surprising way.

college!AU, human!AU, soulmates!AU, dysfunctional families, abusive parents, dramatic romance, or romantic drama, your choice, big brother!Lucifer, soulmates hating each other, referenced alcoholism, death and abuse, some violence, and lots of feels, fluff and cuteness, some drama but not too much, lots of bickering, and two damn stubborn soulmates (!!)

Note: My lovely beta reader @brieflymaximumprincess called this a rom-com and even though I don’t believe it is, in my eyes, it does have certain elements of it. This is not the angst you know from me, not at all.

Yes, there is some drama, but there is also a lot of sweet and cute moments, much more than the dramatic ones. I guess you could say I accidentally wrote cute fluff? Because it was not intended, but here we are.

This fic is already completed and will be posted by the regular schedule from now on: Thuesday, Thursday and Saturday! So, enjoy ♥

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As soon as they were outside, all of Lucifer’s happy demeanor dropped and he covered his face with his free hand, just leaning against the door and not bothering to let go of Sam’s hand. It was as if he watched a mask fall off the other’s face, one that Sam now realized had been crackling ever since he came here.

“Lucifer, are you okay?” Sam asked carefully, worried when he suddenly heard a dry sob coming from the blond.

“No, I’m not okay!” Lucifer barked, gripping Sam’s hand tighter without even realizing it, almost painfully. “He doesn’t deserve this! Everything was fine, he was better and happy and now he’s back here and even worse than before! How can I be okay with that? How?”

Sam felt a huge lump in his throat when he tried to swallow. He had never seen Lucifer actually worried or even a little emotional, so this was absolutely shocking. There were literal tears rolling down the blond’s face through his fingers and Sam felt utterly helpless and crushed.

“Hey…” The word sounded absolutely stupid when it came out of Sam’s mouth and when he awkwardly patted the other on the back he completed the picture of an idiot.

“He’s ten, man! Ten!” Lucifer continued, not even looking up or acknowledging Sam’s hand on his shoulder. “What did he see of life? Half of his time he spent in hospitals… that’s just not right…”

“What’s wrong with him?” Sam asked slowly, hoping to not make it even worse. “Is there nothing they can do?”

“They already did,” Lucifer said and shook his head slowly, tears still rolling down his cheeks. “He got a kidney transplant last year and things were getting better, he could even go back to school. We all thought he was fine again...”

“What happened then? Why is he back here?”

“His teacher called me last week, he broke down in class…” Lucifer slid down the door into a cowering position and Sam had no option but to do the same. “His body is rejecting the new kidney, it’s poisoning him… they removed it now, but without a new one he has no chance.”

“Shit…” Sam whispered and plopped down on the floor next to Lucifer.

He had no idea things were so dire, no wonder Lucifer couldn’t hold it back anymore. Without even realizing what he was doing, Sam began to knead the other’s shoulder with his hand. Now he felt even worse for acting like a rejected date at prom night.

“Gabe is heartbroken, he refuses to leave Raphael for even a minute,” Lucifer mumbled quietly, his voice still heavy and creaky. “I don’t know what to tell him, I can’t  do anything… I begged them to just take one of my kidneys but it doesn’t fit, we don’t even have the same blood type, goddammit!”

“And there is no one else?” Sam asked, but Lucifer shook his head.

“He’s at the top of the transplant list, but they didn’t give us much hope. I don’t know what to do anymore, Sam… I wanted to get us out of there so they can just be kids but I can’t, I just can’t…”

For the first time, Sam felt actual sympathy and compassion for Lucifer. Here was this young man that was going through hell day in and day out, that sacrificed everything for his little brothers, including his mental and physical health, and Sam was sure he would even kill himself to make sure they were fine - how could he be a cold, emotionless dick when being shown this side of him? He didn’t need to be someone’s soulmate to show understanding, even if it took him long enough to realize that.

“There’s gotta be a way to help him,” Sam said quietly and, much to his own surprise, leaned his head against Lucifer’s shoulder. It was an instinct he didn’t fight and somehow it felt like the right thing to do in this moment.

“I hope so,” Lucifer sighed, tilting his head so it touched Sam’s slightly. “I really do…”

After Lucifer had calmed down partially, Sam insisted that he would go to the bathroom to wash his face so he would look normal again, while he went to the nurse station so see if Raphael’s wish for pudding and ice cream could be satisfied. Lucifer didn’t argue with him, which was a little weird considering that Sam had half-expected him to. The nurse Sam talked to promised to bring their little patient some pudding, ice cream was sadly out of question. A bit more satisfied, Sam walked back to the room to wait for Lucifer. Raphael was sitting in his bed this time, a book on his lap.

“Good news,” Sam smiled when he walked over to the chair Lucifer had used before and sat down. “Pudding is on the menu for today.”

“Yippie!” Raphael exclaimed quietly with a big smile. “Where is Luci?”

“He’ll be back soon,” Sam promised. “He had to go to the bathroom quickly.”

“Do you like my big brother?” Raphael suddenly asked, completely taking Sam off guard.

“What?”

“Do you like Luci? He never brought anyone here, so I just thought…” the boy shrugged, giving Sam a knowing look and a smirk that was eerily similar to his big brother's.

“Yeah, he’s a nice guy,” Sam smiled back, not wanting to admit that he normally never even talked to the other. “You like him too, don’t you?”

“He’s the best!” Raphael stated proudly and fully convinced. “He’s not like Mikey who ran away, Luci always says we have to stick together and that he’ll never leave us.”

“That’s very sweet.” Sam felt warm in his chest at this. “He’s a good brother, I can see that. He really cares about you.”

“Dad doesn’t like it, but I don’t care,” Raphael said and pinched his nose as if they shared a secret now. “Luci is gonna be our dad soon and we’ll live in a house all by ourselves.”

“Really?” Sam asked, amused by the thought. “Did he tell you that?”

“He promised and Luci said you have to keep your promises.”

“That’s true,” Sam nodded with a stern face. “You have to do that. And if he promised he’ll make it happen, I’m sure of that.”

“You can visit us when we live there if you want to,” Raphael smiled and put the book back on the nightstand. “I can show you all my books then, do you like books?”

“I love books!” Sam laughed, to which Raphael giggled into his hand.

The two were still laughing when the door opened and Lucifer walked in, visibly confused by the sudden happy atmosphere in the room.

“Everything okay?” he asked suspicious and Sam forced himself to stop laughing.

“Raphael just invited me over to when you move into your new house, right, Raph?”

“Mhm!” Raphael nodded proudly at his big brother. “It’s okay, Luci, right? Sam can come visit us or not?”

“Of course he can,” Lucifer said with what Sam thought was a very forced smile, but Raphael didn’t seem to mind. “But first you gotta get better, okay? Maya will be here soon with your food and medicine and doctor Francis wants to do a few more tests with you after that. You think you can do that?”

“But not the blood washing machine again, please!” Raphael groaned and dropped into his pillow. “I hate that thing!”

“Not today, promised,” Lucifer said. “I’ll have to kidnap Sam though, is that okay?”

“And Gabe?”

“Let him sleep. If he wakes up one of the nurses will play with him until the doctor is done, they always do. Maybe Nancy has some time for him, they had a lot of fun last time.”

“Okay!” Raphael said, slightly relieved and turned to Sam. “I like you, Sam. You’re really nice. You’ll come visit me again, right?”

“Sure,” Sam said surprised and a bit flattered. “If your brother is okay with it, why not?”

“We’ll see,” Lucifer smiled and tucked on Sam’s shirt. When the brunet stood up and looked at Lucifer, he noticed that the cold water only slightly helped with his appearance. “You’ll be nice, yes? Sam and I will go eat something downstairs, you know how to reach me.”

“Just press the 6 on my phone and your pocket rings, yeah,” Raphael grinned and rolled his eyes. “Bye, Sam! Nice meeting you!”

“Nice meeting you too Raph, bye!”

Sam let Lucifer drag him out again, but this time they didn’t stop in front of the door. Lucifer guided him down a few stairs until they entered the cantina, where he found a table for them in a corner. He walked away for a few minutes to get two coffees, but when he sat down he didn’t look happy at all. If looks could kill, Sam was sure he'd be dead already.

“What did you two talk about?” Lucifer immediately asked, without trying to hide his disapproval.

“Nothing, really!” Sam quickly assured the other, surprised by the sudden change of his behavior. “He just told me that you’re the best brother and care for them, that’s all. We just chatted.”

“Yeah, I thought so,” Lucifer sighed. “He barely sees a different face, only Gabe and me and the nurses and doctors. I bet he told you about dad too.”

“Just that he doesn’t like that they like you more, that’s it,” Sam answered honestly. “He really seems to adore you.”

“He thinks I can do anything,” Lucifer smirked sadly and looked up. “But I can’t make that he’s not sick anymore sadly. Raphael thinks I’m Superman when in reality I’m not even Clark Kent…”

“But you’re trying,” Sam insisted. “Look what you do for him! You dropped out of college to be there for him and you do it again now. Maybe you’re not Superman, but you’re doing all you can, don’t you?”

“I’d burn this whole place down if it would save him,” Lucifer huffed. “He’s such a smart little kid and it’s all wasted because he’s sick. He doesn’t even have a rare blood type, but we still can’t find a donor that matches! It’s so frustrating.”

The two were silent for a bit, both sipping from their coffee sporadically. Sam desperately wanted to say something, but all he could think of were empty words. This wasn’t a situation to just say ‘keep your head up’, he knew that. Lucifer was obviously drained and exhausted and didn’t know how to help his brother anymore.

“What blood type does he have?” Sam eventually asked, just to say something and Lucifer sighed.

“A… it could be worse, he could have O, but it seems not even that helps…”

“I’ve got A.”

Lucifer lifted his head and looked at Sam, surprised and squinting his eyes suspiciously.

“I mean…”

“No.” Lucifer’s voice was so cold and strict that Sam’s heart actually skipped a beat. “Don’t even think about it, no.”

“Well, it wouldn’t hurt to test me, would it?”

“This isn’t a game, Sam!” Lucifer barked and glared at the other angrily. “You can’t just come here and say ‘Oh let’s see, maybe I’m a match’ and think it works like that because it doesn’t. My brother’s  life is on edge here, I’m not up for any half-hearted jokes!”

“How stupid do you think I am?” Sam asked offended and glared back at the blond just as angrily. “Who says I think this is a walk in the park? I’m just saying let’s get me tested, if it’s a chance, why not, what's the big deal?”

“Because you could die, you moron! Ever heard of complications? And even if it works you don’t know if his body will reject it again or if you’ll have problems later on! He can’t go through this again, his body won’t take another failure! Hell,  I can’t take another failure either!”

“So?” Sam didn’t see the point. “You said they don’t have a donor and we share the same blood type, so what’s the problem in getting me tested? Lucifer, I’m sorry to break it to you, but this isn’t about you, okay? It’s about your brother.”

“Fuck, I know, okay!” Lucifer slammed a fist on the table and let his head follow shortly after. “I  know it’s about him and it’s killing me!”

“Look,” Sam sighed, more calm now and trying to stay this way. He laid a hand on Lucifer’s, which was ruffling through his hair, and he stayed still. “I know you’re upset and scared, I get it. But just seeing if I might be a match won’t hurt anyone, right?”

“You’re really serious with this?” Lucifer asked and looked up, Sam’s hand still on his head. “Would you actually do it if you turn out to be a match?”

“Of course I would,” Sam smiled warmly. “And this isn’t about you, don’t flatter yourself. I still don’t like you particularly. But I like Raphael, he’s a sweet kid and he deserves to live. If there’s a chance I can help him I wanna give it a try at least.”

“You’re the most stubborn person I met so far, seriously.” Lucifer huffed, but Sam saw the corners of his lip jerk up a little.

“That’s because you don’t know me,” Sam said and leaned back, finally letting go of Lucifer’s hand. “I’m the most stubborn person you’ll  ever meet, actually.”

At this they both had to laugh, even if it was an awkward and weird laugh. Still, Sam meant what he had just said. This wasn’t about Lucifer, not really at least. He did kind of warm up to the blond, even if he disliked the idea but, he really wanted to help Raphael and the brothers deserved the chance to get away from their awful dad to live a better life. Wasn’t that what he had done too by going to college?

After a few moments of silence between them, Lucifer suggested they get something to eat and Sam was relieved about the lighter topic. Even if hospital food wasn’t his favorite, he couldn’t deny that he was hungry. It turned out to be less awful than he had feared luckily and when they were done they went back to the unit Raphael’s room was in to wait for the doctor to come out. They didn’t talk much, maybe there wasn’t anything to say right now, but it was less awkward than before.

Finally, when the door opened and a man and two nurses came out, Lucifer jumped up and rushed over to them.

“And? Is everything okay?” he asked, unable to hide his worry any longer.

“He’s stable for now,” the doctor said, but he still gave Lucifer a sad look. “I can’t say for how long, though. The dialysis works at the moment, but if he doesn’t get a new kidney soon it might not help anymore.”

“Doctor?” Sam interrupted the two, drawing the doctor’s attention. He held out his hand for the man in white to shake. “I’m Sam, a friend of Lucifer. I wondered if you could test me to see if I might be a match for Raphael? Lucifer told me we have the same blood type and since there aren’t many hopes for a new donor I wondered if I might be able to help him.”

“You would consider donating a kidney to him?” the doctor asked surprised and Sam nodded quickly.

“If I can, yes,” he answered. “I know it’s a long shot, but I’d like to try and get tested at least. If I’m able to help him I will do it.”

“That’s very noble of you,” the doctor said and turned to Lucifer, who stood next to them awkwardly. “You have a very good friend here, Lucifer.”

“Yeah, it seems like it…” Lucifer mumbled, a hint of red on his cheeks now.

“If you have time I could explain the procedure to you now? Just so you know what might happen if the test results come back positive.”

“Yes, of course!” Sam agreed eagerly. “Lucifer, will you say bye to Raphael from me? But don’t tell him anything yet, I don’t want him to be disappointed if it won’t work.”

“Of course, yeah,” Lucifer answered perplex, but still nodded. “Thanks, Sam.”

“Come, we can go to my office for the details.”

The doctor put an arm around Sam’s shoulder and only left the boy the chance to smile back at Lucifer as an answer. That he actually wanted to do this seemed to shock the other more than his outburst from before, because he kept looking after them in utter confusion as they walked away. For Sam it was the right thing to do though. Even if he rejected the idea of soulmates and refused to acknowledge its influence, there was no way he would let an innocent child die if there might be something he could do about it. If Lucifer knew him, he would understand, he thought.

[suckerforstrangerthings]

Steve as a boyfriend.

just bc i’m not being fed well enough and i have some hc’s of my own

so yeah

steve as a boyfriend bc it’s been a week since I've finished the whole two seasons of ST for the first time I feel deprived after reading every.single.steve.post.in.existence

and i literally made another account just feed myself haha might as well feed everyone amiright

anywaY STEVE

a full course meal and full time daD WHAT A DAD Y’ALL BETTER BE STANNING DAD OF A MILLION KIDS STEVE HARRINGTON OKAY

but yeah steve as a boyfriend

I'm starting this from the origins ok cool glad we’re on the same page

so basically all this canoodling between you and steve starts in s2 because in s1 he was a teenager and worry free before he began to bald and stress over god knows how many kids he ended up with bc two were missing and he mainly handled four??? I'm still lost at this point

but yeAH

you wear stripes turtle necks with bomber jackets and you slay them tbh

you're a newb like billy

that story arc comes in later in the post jusT GIMME A SEC

but yeah

I'm making you dustINS SISTER BC DAMN imagine my tiny badass dustin knockING SOME SENSE INTO HARRINGTON LIEK ‘DUDE THATS MY SISTER’

i imagine you being present and dustin gets all in your and steve’s face but steve, being the dad but still teenager that he is, places his whole hand on his son’s face and pushes him to the side as if he wasn't even there

but yeaH YOU CAME FROM OUT OF TOWN BC THE MAGIC OF NETFLIX AMIRIGHt thEY EVEN MAKE THE DEAD ONES COME BACK ALIVE

IM LOOKING AT YOU WILLY WILL

anywAY YOURE LIKE THE FEMALE VERSION OF STEVE OK

y’all have a great sense of hair I'm jealous from imagining it

a couple that slays hair together, stays togethER.

you’ve come across steve a ton of times in the high school, some times were spent on him trying to get your attention bc you really didn't give a shit about anyone??? it was friendLY ATTENTION THO BC NANCYYYYYYYYYY.

and steve was a curious bean and you were a mysterious bean and y’all know the saying; curiosity killed the steve.

but satisfaction brought steve back.

heads up, bonus points for confusion bc steve calls you ‘henderson’ like, your first name?? steve doesnt know her mhm.

and since names are generic as shit steve didn't really click into the fact that you were dustiNS SISTER

like

boi sees you power walking behind dustin when he goes to the wheelers’ house w flowers

the scene goes like this

“HENDERSON?!”

“HARRINGTON?!”

bc im lazy imagine that going on for a good two minutes until steve questions if you and dustin are siblings

“son of a bitch, steVE, WE’RE BOTH HENDERSON, SEEING AS YOU JUST WASTED MY TIME BY SAYING IT ON FUCKING REPEAT LIKE WE DIDNT FUCKING KNOW”

i imagine that to come out of dustins mouth

dustin and steve were one of the best things to come out of strangER THINGS CAN S3 JUST COME OUT NOW PLS ITS BEEN A WEEK BUT IT FEELS LIKE 87 YEARS

you end up following dustin into steves car bc never in a million years would you trust steve harrington w your baby brother. 

you take that back when you realise he's actually a damn good babysitter

speaking of babysitters

you didn't think you'd become the mom to steves parental pairing

you didn't think you'd be a mom at all, not until literally you'd be birthing one out

looks like theres a loophole for everything bc you and steve end up doing a lot of domestic shit together when you acc date and imma leave that for towards the end

so yeah you end up getting intertwined with the demo dogs showdown; steve w his bat and you with dustins hockey stick

lucas calls y’all the power couple

you become max’s role model

“that was so badass”

when y’all are back at the byers’, you and steve end up tag teaming to handle the bull that is billy hargrove (loVE DACRE OK) 

steve ends up getting beat up as shit and billy uses that spare time to manipulate you. mANIPULATION IS NOT OKAY!!

he has your cheeks squishing between his hand and you up against the wall until dustin tries to intervene bc sisTER.

steve gets up again and pushes dustiN OUTTA THE WAY BC NO ONE HOLDS YOU AGAINST THE WALL THAT IS NOT COOL!!

steve ends up beat up again and max gotta out the syringe bC billy be loco.

you comply with max being the driver to the demogorgon hole thingy bc you stay at the back with steves head lying on your stomach as you press compromised ice packs of peas and whatnot on his face

dustin swore he saw tears in your eyes

you whisper gratefulness bc time spent with steve was fuckign crazy but he actually got himself beat up for you

and no onES DONE THAT BEFORE

steve is special, no one deserves hiM.

ma boi better be loved and appreciated in s3 or I'm throwing hands

when steve is alive again, just in time for the demo dog field trip!!, he ends up being your trip buddy i cackle its adoraBLE

keeps an arm across your front as a proteCTIVE GESTURE I AWE

when all the shit w the demo dogs is over, you show your overprotective side and ask if it hurts too much in some places on his face

“nothing a kiss wouldn't fix”

“shut uP hARRINGTON!”

“dudE THATS MY SISTER”

“may i kiss you miss henderson just for the pleasure of us both and the disgust of your little brother?”

“you may, harrington”

lmao that kiss ends up in an exaggerated make out session just to make it burn

it fails bc bruises on steves face 

it hurts a lot

it was a bad idea

you simply press your lips to every part that hurt, making sure to be gentle

bc y’all are a thing, you two become chaperones for the snowbaLL!!

*COUGH* nancy missed ouT *cough*

you start to like her tho bc she danced w dustin and he smiled so iTS COOL.

yknow how time after time and every breath you take came on in the bg for the sweet kids and they slow danced and shit??

haha september by earth, wind & fire comes on.

sure, its a bit slow dancey but you and steve do that move where peace signs move past your eyes I FORGOT WHAT ITS CALLED

y’all do a lil shimmy too i cackEL

the kids look on in horror bc y’all are basically the equivalent of grandparents grinding in the 21st century yikES

SPEAKING OF GRANDPARENTS

When the kids get to high school, you and steve carpool the kids every morning when its chilly and freezing and shit

you and steve have timetables for when the kids will have AV and shit

so you guys still wait for them outside the school

probably read some magazines on how to be a parent of 6 when eleven joins the harrington family.

parenting fails; all six kids somehow being able to be squeezed in the back of steves car

steve’s thoughts: a+ parentinG

you and steve give joyce and hopper a run for their money

speaking of my second ship, the four of you have saturday coffee mornings together at the byers’ to talk about your kids

jonathon would just think ‘wtf’????

steve would let you borrow his faberge all the time

sometimes he'd even do your hair for you

and he turns out to be pretty damn good at that too.

when you’d have a night w/o the kids, he’d take you to the movies and would pull that slick, nonchalant arm-over-shoulder move

you just snuggle more into his side

the kids are acc a few rows behind you

steve knows and so do you

y’all don't mind bc dustin eventually moves forward to take the bucket of popcorn off your hands

thats all i got for now and i hope you're as fed as me!!

[jugxbets]

Archie's Little Sister: Chapter Ten