#not necessarily a favorite that I would like to hang out with but absolutely a favorite where I cheer wildly whenever he appears

[ordinarytalk]

CHAPTER 8 CLIP.EXE MOODBOARD

@venomous-qwille I am rotating him in my mind continuously

(Go read Ghost In The Machine)

[rowdyluv]

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 𝐥𝐡𝟒𝟑

summary: requested by @toasttt11 : “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone that makes me want to treat them like they’re royalty, like they do” in which luke yaps out about his girl to jack, luke hasn’t told his girl exactly how much he likes her, jack takes matters into his own hands.

warnings: use of y/n, couple uses of profanity, really it’s just luke being a massive s!mp for his girl so fluff fluff fluff, jack meddling (again)

word count: 2.25k

notes: thank you toast for this prompt request I had a lot of writing this!!! i didn’t think i would finish it so quickly but the tournament i was supposed to ref got cancelled so im stuck in a hotel with nothing to do but read and write…

As Luke slid the key into the lock, a warm, fuzzy feeling filled him up like a cup of his favorite grandma’s homemade hot chocolate after a long day of playing on the outdoor rink as a kid. He had just returned home from his date with a girl he had become absolutely smitten with. Her name was y/n, and she had this alluring way about her that made him feel as if he was walking on the clouds. It was in the way she laughed, how she would talk about her family, it reminded Luke of the way he talked about his family, it was the way she smiled when she talked about her favorite things. To Luke everything about her was perfect.

And now, here he was, back at his shared apartment with his middle older brother, grinning from ear to ear like an idiot. Jack, had spotted him as he was about to enter the apartment through the windows and was gingerly waiting to ask him what had him so smiley.

Luke routinely wears this tight lip, apprehensive smile but after being around her or simply just the thought of her was enough to bring out his genuine smile. “Who or what has you so giddy? You look like a child who was just told they were given unlimited access to a toy store for the next year.” Jack questioned. Scampering around their small living room to stay right on his younger brother’s heels. Attempting to insure he didn’t miss Luke’s answer. Luke didn't even need to think about it before he replied, "I’ve been seeing someone...and let’s say, if someone would have asked me what I wanted them to put together in a female, she is it. Wholly everything." He paused for a moment, letting the words sink in for Jack. Luke’s heart was still beating rapidly even after being away from y/n for half an hour now. He was truly down bad.

Jack's eyebrows raised, his mouth agape. Not believing what he just heard quite yet, "Wait, you mean you're in a relationship with someone?" He asked, trying to keep the incredulous tone out of his voice. Luke shook his head no, feeling a little self-conscious suddenly. Jack narrowed his eyebrows as if to question him why no, but didn’t just yet. Sometimes dating exclusively just doesn’t happen. "And this girl, she's...she's really special?" He prodded. Luke nodded again only a yes this time, and more confidently. "Yeah, Jack. Y/n is really special. I don't think I've ever met another girl that makes me want to treat her like she's royalty all the time, like she does." He paused, letting the words hang in the air. "I think...I think I might be falling in love with her." The silence that followed was deafening. Jack beginning to think Luke just might be serious.

Jack looked at Luke, attempting to gauge if he was serious or if he was just being his typical sarcastic self. But when he studied Luke’s eyes and noticed the sincerity shining through and the emotions held in each word he spoke that this definitely was not a joke. There was no way this was just another one of Luke's short flops either. He was serious about this girl.

For a short lived moment, Jack felt a pang of jealousy that the youngest was seemingly finding himself in a serious relationship. Only he quickly reminded himself that it wasn't like he was necessarily someone who had truly went out and tried to find himself someone special either. It also wasn't like Luke had ever been the kind to want anything that was deemed as just a good time or an easy lay. However, he also wasn’t one to talk about love, girlfriends, and all that over the top mushy stuff. Those topics were more of Quinn’s realm of interest. Jack had never thought he'd hear any of this from his younger brother. At least he didn’t expect it fresh out of his rookie year when women throw themselves at him.

Luke shifted uncomfortably, moving to sit on the couch next to Jack, emptying out his pockets onto the table, all while being under Jack's intense studying stare. "What?" He asked, not entirely sure how to react to his brother's silence. “So, you want to treat her like royalty?” Jack reiterated Luke’s previous comment. Luke nodded, feeling the heat in his cheeks intensify. Luke dropped his face into his hand for a few moments thinking how he’s going to approach his response before he spoke.

Jack took his chance and grabbed Luke’s phone. He knew his brother all toowell. He knew he would likely never be brave enough to spill out whatever confession he is about word vomit to him out again, let alone to y/n. He quickly shot off a text to her about it being from Jack, and that he was calling her but needed her to listen to the conversation, not talk to him unless he talks to her. Does Jack feel bad for tricking his baby brother and this girl? Oh definitely. But he thinks it will help him, he hopes it will at least. He’s grateful that Luke even mentioned her name.

“Yes I do want to treat her right. I don’t know her past relationships, and I’m not sure that they even matter? If it is her and I, I hope she never thinks of him or them again. I want to give her every reason to forget they ever even existed. I want to make her world be an entirely different place than it is now. Make it different. Better. Because she deserves it. So. Yeah Jack, yes, I want to be the guy who opens the door for her, who treats her like she's the most important person in the room, shit the most important person in this world. I want to make her feel special, you know?" He shrugged, looking up for the first time before meeting his brother's gaze. Thank goodness, Jack had the phone discreetly placed. Luke could continue his rambling which Jack knew by the way his eyes were glassed and his pupils dilated so large, “Go ahead, continue talking about her. You’ve stayed quiet about her for a while apparently, let’s hear it.” Jack wasn’t that interested or invested in Luke’s overtly smitten relationship but he was happy seeing his baby brother so happy.

Luke let out a small laugh, feeling the warmth spread from his chest to his fingertips. "Y/n is amazing, Jack. She's funny, and so damn smart, I am talking mom smart. I have never met anyone else as smart as mom until her, and...and the best part, get this she had no idea who I was before I introduced myself. I was just Luke to her, I wasn’t Luke Hughes, New Jersey Devil. I was just Luke again. I didn’t have to overcome some preconceived idea she already had of me. I only had to worry about the one she would form of me when we first met. She knows now that I play for the Devils, I wanted to be open about it but it was so nice to meet with out having to fight for showing someone that I am more than hockey. So for her, although it has only been a few true dates and a couple times seeing each other I want to show her that to me, she's as important as a princess." Luke paused, there was a faraway look in his eyes, as if he was imagining the moments of treating her, loving her. "She hates being paid for, but I want to give her everything she desires, needs, I don’t want to do it because I’m fortunate enough to be able to. I want to because she never puts herself first. If she’ll be with me, one day she’ll be the first in my universe.” Luke turned his to look at his older brother, hoping that he was getting through to him. He sure was. Jack was nothing short of wonderstruck.

"She's a lucky girl, you know that? To have someone like you who genuinely cares for her, who sees beyond the superficial layers and goes deep, who wants to make her feel so special." Luke nodded, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. "No. You’re wrong. I am the lucky one. I just hope she knows how I feel. I don't want to mess this up." Jack reached over and pulled Luke into him by the shoulder, a normal gesture of affection from the older brother. "Just be you, little bro. That's all you can do, seems it already worked for you. Right? Mr. Just Luke. Question is though, have you even began to tell her any of this?” Jack asked him possibly the most important question of the entire conversation.

Luke paused for a moment, his expression turning down from the previous glowing high. "Not yet. Us Hughes boys do have a track record of doing or saying dumb shit too early. I don't want to put any pressure on her to reciprocate the same feelings. I just want her to know that she makes me happy, that she's special to me. But I want her to feel it, see it in my actions, without having to say it." He sighed, resting his head back against the couch. "But I know I should tell her, right?”

Jack flashed him a smile, retracting his his arm from over his shoulders and dropping it over to pat Luke's knee. "Yeah, you should. But you've got this, little bro. You've got a good head on your shoulders, and you're being genuine. She'll see it. And if you're still worried about it, well, I'll always be here to help you. Like now.” Jack revealed that he had stolen Luke’s phone off the coffee table when he had dropped his head earlier in the conversation. Y/n listened silently hearing his verbose words he shared over their time together. Her heart palpitated a few times over things he had said specifically about her. No one had ever talked about her the way Luke did. It made her feel ways she was unsure how to put into words just yet.

A few moments of shared unutterable silence spread across the three of them when Jack had announced that y/n was on the phone and she inevitably had heard Luke’s emotional admiration for her, y/n’s voice finally broke through the speaker of the phone.

"Luke, I'm so glad you told him that. Or well both of us that.. It's just... well, you know... I am just me, a normal person. There’s no need to overplay it silly boy." Her voice was soft, almost shy like it was the night Luke and her me. Probably because Jack was listening, but there was still the hint of that playfulness that Luke had started to love. "I can't even tell you how much it means to me that you see past all of my quirky interests and...” She paused for just a split second “Can I come off speaker phone? Uhm.. I really just want Luke to hear this.” Jack handed Luke his phone with a smug I told you so look plastered on his face. “Hey, it’s just you and I now.” Luke told her, even getting up off couch to allow space between him and his nosey brother. Luke had a smile so big spread across his face. Jack couldn’t help but smile too. His baby brother was growing up on him. Y/n continued, “and most of all I like that you're just Luke for me, and that you felt comfortable enough to still tell me so quickly about your life when you could’ve kept me in the dark for however long you wanted to. You may be this hockey star, but for me you’re just Luke. I mean, I know you're amazing at hockey and all, but that doesn’t define who you are in life. You are so much more. You're funny and sweet and thoughtful, and I just... I just can't help but feel lucky that I get to spend time with you. And I hope you know that." She paused, her voice catching a little, and Luke could swear he could hear her sniffling. "So, um, yeah. I guess what I'm trying to say is... I want you to know that I feel the same way.” Luke’s face kept flushing deeper shades of red it was nearly burgundy by the time y/n was finished talking. He couldn’t form a coherent sentence without stammering entirely over his words. He pulled his phone away from his ear and opened their text thread.

“Can I come to your place? I think we should finish talking in person?”

Luke pressed send and heard her cute giggle through the phone speaker. “Yes. I’ll see you soon.” The two shared their goodbyes before hanging up the phone. “Jack. You’re dead when I get back, but thank you.” Luke said to his brother scurrying around the living room for his shirt he discarded earlier and his sneakers.

Luke grabs his keys and wallet from the bowl in the table by the door. Murmuring a goodbye to Jack and essentially leaps out the door. He has a very little talking he wants to complete and a lot of affection to start giving. Y/N is anticipating his arrival because first thing she plans on doing is nabbing a kiss from the sweetest boy on this planet. Both of them riddled with anticipation to see each other. If they turn out not to be meant for each other, then there is no way soulmates exist. Luke and y/n are two halves apart that become one when close to one another.

[flippinpancakes64]

Hello, I absolutely love your work. iv re read your stuff so many times that it's getting concerning.

Can I request the cullens x artist reader who made a painting of them I just think that would be cute

The Cullens with an Artist! Reader

Thank you?!?! I suggest seeking mental help for rereading my bad stories tho

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

We all know that he is an artist too

He made Bella a whole song on the piano

As someone who can play the piano, that’s not easy

So he definitely loves that you’re also artistic

For you, he’s a muse

I mean, how could he not be

Literally the definition of perfect

So obvs you sketch him a lot

When he finds an almost finished painting one day of him, he is floored

He can never seem to wrap his mind around the fact that you are just as obsessed with him as he is with you

He hangs it up

Even if it’s not finished

If you insist on finishing it, he will begrudgingly take it down and give it back

But as soon as it’s done it’s all his

Alice:

She’s also an artist

But more with fashion

And design

She’s not so well-versed with the classical arts like painting or sketching

So she always loves seeing your paintings

She’s a coexistence girly

She loves to just be doing something while you’re painting

You know just sort of existing in the same space at the same time

The day you give her the painting, she is so surprised

It was so difficult for you to hide this from her

Especially with her gift

She absolutely loves it

She hangs it in the main room of the Cullen house

She wants absolutely everyone to see it and acknowledge how talented her s/o is

Jasper:

He loves the arts

They’re relaxing to him

Some of his favorite classes he’s ever taken in all of the schools they’ve been at have been art classes

He’s not good by any means, but he loves it anyway

Art dates with him are a must

He would love that tiktok trend where you and your partner trade paintings every couple of minutes

Never misses an opportunity to tell you that he loves your work

He honestly almost started crying when you showed him your painting of him

You made him look so happy, so peaceful

He’s used to being perceived as a monster

Definitely hangs it up

But only in his room

He wants to be the only one to see it

Rosalie:

She’s more of a technical, sciencey person

Not to say she doesn’t like art

Just that she doesn’t necessarily enjoy making it

She can definitely appreciate good work tho

And she loves everything you make

She buys you new supplies all of the time

If just one pen ran out of ink in your favorite set, she would buy you a whole new set

When you give her that first painting though, she’s obsessed

She wants at least 20 more by tomorrow

But actually, she knows that she’s beautiful

But something about the way you capture her is just so different she loves it

Emmett:

He’s not an art person either

He’s a bit of a meathead

But he can appreciate art

Probably not as deeply as other people can

But he know when it looks good

And he genuinely thinks you’re the best artist ever

He will gladly put all of your little doodles in the clear pockets of his binders

And hang them on his locker

When you give him the painting of him he’s actually dumbfounded

Like awestruck

What do you mean the best artist in the world just made a painting of him?

Get ready to be cuddled for the rest of the night

Esme:

Resident artist

We already knew that tho

I’m pretty sure it’s said that she’s the one who made the grad cap piece?

Idk

Either way she loves art

Pottery dates, painting picnics, date nights at the art museum

She loves it

So if you were to ever paint her and give it to her?

Yeah she’s gonna start crying

She just loves art, she loves you, and you put them together and she’s so in love

She hangs it in the main room

It doesn’t matter if the colors clash

And it’s never coming down

Carlisle:

Another appreciater of the arts

I mean, he probably knew Da Vinci on a personal level this guy is so old

So it’s no shock

Whenever he’s home and hanging out with you, he loves to watch you paint or draw

Especially if he’s doing some paperwork

I just feel like he would like the company while he’s working

Now I don’t see Carlisle as the type of guy to necessarily enjoy pictures or paintings of himself

The only portraits he has in his office are either him in a crowd or family photos

So when you give him a portrait of himself, he’s a little shocked at first

He doesn’t want to seem narcissistic, but damn you made him look good

He hangs it up in your shared bedroom

Even though he knows he will likely never have guests who would see it, he wants to make sure it’s hidden

He just doesn’t want people to think he’s vain

But he secretly loves it so much

Vampire! Bella:

I think I’ve talked about it before but this girl would have loved deviantart

Rip Bella you would have loved fan art of your favorite characters

But she totally had an artsy phase

I don’t think she’s necessarily good or bad

She just prefers to look at art rather than make it

So that’s where you come in

She loves just watching you work

Every once in a while she paints with you

But she always feels inferior when she looks at what you made vs what she made

So she usually just sticks to admiring

The first time you give her a portrait of herself, she doesn’t even know what to do

She’s still getting used to actually perceiving herself as beautiful

And then you capture her like she’s a goddess?

She needs to lie down

She loves it tho

[infiniteimaginings]

Hello there! I was wondering if maybe you could write something for Carlos de Vil and Chad from Descendants? (if it could be poly, but before they were dating iykwim, I'd be very grateful!) The thing is that the reader is the daughter of Gaston (twin sister to Gil, but she hung out with Mal and her gang when in the isle) and the reader is just everything a "lady should be". (Gaston is her father so she was kind of raised to be a housewife with the strenght to fight for herself given the need). like knows how to cook very well, is very affectionate, always hanging onto their every word (also always holding their hand or hanging from their arm), knows how to sew and definetely loves spoiling them with kisses and affection. And they just have this petty banter of fighting for reader's affection and attention and being this whiny pair of goofballs that just want their girlfriend to pay them attention. And reader is just like so loving with them <333

Playful Competition (Carlos De Vil x Fem!Reader x Chad Charming)

Summary: Your boyfriends love your attention, this is how they get it and react to it. Pronouns: You/Yours, She/Her Warnings: None Word Count: 2.1k A/N: I did like, Reader is dating both of them, but Carlos and Chad aren't dating (yet). I hope that's what you meant. Also, this ended up going into a different direction that I thought it would, it's fluff just, not how I expected the fluff to be lol! Turned more into chad and carlos loving you and arguing over you a bit <3333

Auradon Prep had an amazing tourney team, and they played on a pretty big field where the students of the school could fill the stands and yell for their favorite team members. This isn’t about the team necessarily, it’s about two of the players on said team.

Number twenty three, Chad Charming, and number one hundred and one, Carlos De Vil. Two players who absolutely couldn’t stand each other. They could barely keep their arguments off the field, almost bringing their team down completely, but they knew how to keep it down for that at least.

They argued about everything, nit-picked each other, on and off the field, and found each other's weak spots to hit harder than anywhere else. There wasn’t a moment where the two of them were together that didn’t end with them at each other's throats.

That was until they met you. 

You were light to their dark days, you were the peace to their war, you were everything to the two boys. 

Just because they loved you, didn’t mean their petty arguments ended.

After games they would both wave to you.

Chad would lock his sights on you the moment the game ended. He would give you a small wave and when you noticed he would salute. After saluting he would wink and blow you a kiss that would make your heart flutter.

Carlos on the other hand would search through the stands, whipping his head left and right because out of his own excitement of you being there, he forgot where you were sitting. When he finally met your eyes he would jump up and down, waving his arm energetically in a big wave. 

They argued half the game, but ironically they were standing next to each other after it when waiting for you to approach them. 

When you finally reach through the crowd, you wrap your arms around them, bringing them down a bit so they could hug you with one of their arms. You would give them compliments, kiss their cheeks, praise them, and more.

When you spoke to Chad he would tell you about how the coach praised him for the plays, he would ask you for your opinion on how well he played. You would attach yourself to his arm, looking up at him as he spoke, nodding as he told you about the plays.

When you finished you would look at the energetic boy next to the two of you, ready for him to tell you everything he wants. 

Carlos was practically jumping up and down, asking if you saw him do anything cool, if you cheered for him, how exhilarating it all was. You would ruffle his hair and hold his hands as he spoke with bright eyes, telling him all about how you saw him on the field.

Both boys would wonder who you would walk off with. They wondered that because Carlos hung out with the VKs, and Chad hung out with the other students of Auradon Prep.

How did they convince you to go with them this time?

Chad wrapped his arm around you with a grin, placing a sweet kiss to the lobe of your ear, “The team is having a celebration tonight for the win, wanna go get ready for it with me, Princess?”

Typically, this would win you over, if it was any other day. 

This time you smiled and tried not to lean into him, “Maybe you should shower first and then we could all go together!” You suggested happily, holding both of their hands.

When you looked at Chad, Carlos was behind you sticking his tongue out. He knew Chad was just trying to pull you away for himself, like always, so your suggestion was truly a blessing.

Chad hid his eye twitching with a smile and hummed, “Of course, Carlos come on, we’re sweaty.” He spoke sweetly, putting Carlos in a friendly enough looking headlock, physically removing him from your area.

You waved with a small laugh, “I’ll see you guys at the party!”

This wasn’t a one time event, it would happen every single day. Whether you were picking a partner, wanting to go shopping, studying, etc. They always found a way for it to be only one of them. 

Though they tried their best, sometimes it was the three of you. They couldn’t be mad at it because your smile when all of you were together made it all worth it.

You were currently in the kitchens of the schools, baking something for the two of them to share. You had placed one of the portions into the oven and decided to take a break, sitting down at one of the tables, pulling a sweater out of your bag as well as your sewing kit.

Carlos put his head on your shoulder behind you, “What’re you doing?” He asked you with a small hum, eyeing your material.

You shimmied your shoulder, the feeling of his chin moving tickled you a bit so you really couldn’t help it. “Ben ripped one of those jackets he has to wear to important, fancy parties.” You explained, holding up the royal blue suit jacket encrusted with gold thread and buttons.

Chad flipped through one of your recipe journals as he listened to the conversation from the seat next to you. “You mean the one he wears to balls?”

You nodded and hummed a small, “Mhm!” in response, beginning to sew the large rip closed.

You sewed in silence as the boys watched you, watched as your hands moved with expertise, as you didn’t even break a sweat. 

Chad chewed the inside of his cheek before looking up to your expression, “How long have you had that sewing kit?”

That question broke your concentration a bit, so you placed the tools down. “Since I was young.” You answered with a nod, standing and patting yourself down to check on the baked goods.

“Did your dad give it to you?”

Before you could answer, a gentle smile spread onto Carlos’s face as he watched you. “I did.” He answered for you, and you nodded in response.

“Carlos also got me the cooking set I’m using!”

Chad eyed the colorful cooking set, the mixing bowls, the rolling pins, the cookie cutters, the cutting board, the entirety of the tools you were using. He didn’t know why but he suddenly felt a bubble of annoyance in his stomach.

He let out a small huff, standing up a bit, “Carlos, I need to talk to you really quickly.”

Carlos raised a brow, “Okay? What do you want?”

“Outside.” Chad spoke quietly through gritted teeth, gesturing to you with his head as a signal of sorts.

The white haired boy rolled his eyes and stood, “We’ll be back!” He told you, walking out the door. 

You yelled out an “Okay!” before turning back to your tasks.

The blonde prince followed the VK outside and when Carlos stopped, Chad kept walking, grabbing Carlos by his wrist and continuing on.

Again, just because they loved you, didn’t mean that their petty fights and stupid arguments just ended. That was exactly why the two boys were at the edge of the tourney field, glaring at one another.

“How did you know to get her that?”

“Why wouldn’t I know what she likes?” Carlos asked, crossing his arms and shaking his head. He knew what this was about, it was about that kitchen set he got you. It was a magical cooking set, nothing spilled, nothing stuck to them, it wouldn’t burn or break, he thought you would like it and you did. 

“Reminder, I’ve known her way longer than you have, so I don’t exactly have to wrack my brain to remind myself of what she enjoys.” He told the blonde, his facial expression supporting his unimpressed tone. Carlos had known you for years, since the Isle, he knew you better than almost everyone. He knew you in ways that Chad never would.

Chad tilted his head, “Oh, really?” He asked with a scrunch of his nose, “Yet, I started dating her first.” He spoke with a small smirk, “So, who was it that…” He began to chuckle, “charmed her?” He asked, eyes narrowing.

A scowl began to form on Carlos’s freckled face as he sucked on his teeth. “I know what she likes.” The white haired boy spoke seriously, dropping his arms to his side as he reminded Chad of the true conversation that he was dragged there for, “You want to know how I know?”

“Please, do tell.”

“I knew she liked you.” Carlos told him, putting a finger to Chad's chest, “That’s why you started dating her first,” He spoke lowly, “because I liked her so much, to the point I even helped set her up with you.”

Chad was quiet as he watched Carlos’s expression with furrowed brows. The prince looked the boy in front of him up and down, “You-”

“I don’t need you to try and tell me how you’re better than me.” Carlos interrupted, face blank as he backed up. “You love her, I love her, and she loves us.” He continued on, looking away. “That’s all that matters to me, she loves us and I love her so much.” He sighed out, making eye contact again, moving a hand through his hair. 

Chad tilted his head at the sudden speech but continued to listen regardless, curious of where this would lead.

“I would do anything for her, and if that means putting up with you…” Carlos huffed, “I’d do it for a lifetime, just for her to be happy.”

There was silence between the two, they just looked at each other. Wind blew through the air, causing their hair to move within it, pieces of clothing ruffling a bit, but other than that it was silence.

A sudden sharp intake of breath was sounded from Chad, “I know you love her.” He told the white haired boy, looking to the ground. “I never said you didn’t.”

“Then why do you keep being such a jerk about it?” Carlos asked, looking for an answer in Chads evading eyes. “Reminder, you agreed to this.” He spoke harshly, “If you’re not okay with it anymore, tell her, and we’ll figure something out.” 

“What if she breaks up with y-” Chad couldn’t even finish his sentence when Carlos laughed. His laughter brought Chads eyes to meet his in confusion.

“Then she breaks up with me and is happy with you.” Carlos shrugged, “I wouldn’t hold it against her to choose you.” He continued, rubbing the back of his neck, “I wouldn’t even hold it against you.” Carlos spoke, puffing air out of his cheeks. “I just want her to be happy, and honestly you guys are good together.”

“She’s also happy with you.”

“Didn’t say she wasn’t.”

“Your eyes did.” Chad told him, nodding with his own words.

Carlos blinked his eyes, taking a deep breath before laughing once again. “You caught me.” He told the other in front of him, raising his hands in surrender.

Chad noticed how Carlos’s shoulders slumped down, how his eyes seemed tired. After their little ‘competitions’ he never realized that he might've been making Carlos feel like he had to try harder than he actually needed to. He knew that the freckled boy adored you, but he just now realized that even with Carlos trying his absolute hardest just to get your attention, he had to face Chad. Chad who would act smug after every ounce of affection, Chad who would pull you away, Chad who never even gave Carlos a chance.

Carlos waved his hand in front of Chads face bringing him back to reality, “You can’t just zone out mid conv-”

Carlos suddenly went silent when Chad stepped forward and wrapped his arms around him. The prince’s face was in the shorter boys shoulder, hands squeezing him gently, body warm against him.

“What are you doing?” Carlos asked, hands extended in the air to the sides as Chad continued to hold him. “Seriously, what i-”

“We’re happier with you Carlos.” Chad mumbled into his shoulder, holding him tighter.

“You have got to stop interrupting me.” Carlos told him with a small roll of his eyes until a sudden shock hit him. We’re happier with you…

“We?”

“We.”

Carlos stared forward, blinking as he processed the words and the arms around him. He stared forward as he wrapped his own arms around Chad, as his face buried itself into the tallers shoulder. “I’m happier with you guys too.”

Just because they had had petty arguments and unimportant fights….didn’t mean they didn’t like each other.

[lostintransist]

The Boys' Home | Part 5

Part 1 | AO3

The suit, respirator, goggles, gloves combo had you sweating like the devil in church. This wouldn’t necessarily be a problem, except your in-ear headphones were overheating and not responding to your taps to change the song. Somehow you had been stuck on the same song for damn near forty minutes. It was a good song, don’t get it twisted, but if it didn’t require leaving the house and pulling off all the gear to change the song you would have done it on the third repeat.

With the last of the lathe and plaster removed and swept from the room, you detach the chute from the window. Carefully you strip off the protective gear, clothes soaked with sweat beneath them. The next thing you do is pull your headphones out and pause your music. Sliding between the layers of plastic keeping the dust from invading the house you make your way outside to breathe fresh air.

The boys were all at Lydia Fisher’s house as her grandchildren had finally arrived for the summer stay. You had already confirmed with Lydia that the pizza delivery you were paying for would arrive at five and she would send the boys home at seven. They would absolutely all need a bath before bed.

When you open the front door all of your focus is on laying out the gear to dry over the porch railing. The respirator and the goggles go down easily, the suit gives a wet sound when you snap it to straighten out all the wrinkles. That done you look up and nearly have a heart attack.

“Jesus and a chicken!” Your hand ends up on your chest as you heave in breaths.

Where you had expected empty space stood three of your neighbors, all watching you with various expressions of quandary.

“Why a chicken?” Kyle asked as he shoved one hand into his pocket.

Your brows pull together. “I don’t know, that is what came out of my mouth in a moment of shock.”

He gives a look of acknowledgment and glances at his counterparts.

“Did you guys need something? I’ve been upstairs stripping a bedroom to get insulation and new walls put up.” You brush your hands down your shirt, now quite aware that even in the moist heat your pits, under boob, and groin had yet to dry.

“Wanted to see if there were any neighborhood events we should be aware of,” Johnny spoke up, moseying up to the porch railing and hanging over it to talk to you.

You leaned against the main post, folding your arms as you thought.

“Nothing formal, but every third weekend a few families get together over at my place and we grill and let the kids run wild.” You direct your answers to the group but look mostly at Johnny.

Simon and Kyle step closer, like wolves you had watched on nature documentaries. When they close in you snap your gaze to Kyle and then to Simon. It gets trapped on Simon, the dark pitch of his eyes pulling you in like tar that swallowed ice-age animals whole.

“You need anything, bonnie?”

The hum of question you give is distracted. Turning your face away from Simon, it takes extra effort to drag your gaze to Johnny. Blinking a few times to clear your mind you process what you heard.

“Mmm, don’t think so. Unless you guys can sheet rock and mud a bedroom in under a day?”

Johnny grinned and Kyle chuckled, Simon let out a small huff that could be construed as a laugh.

“Can’t say we know how yet, but we will by the time we are done fixing up our own house,” Kyle smirks up at you.

“Been meaning to ask you about that. Are you all together or just really good friends?” They share a look and you go on, bulldozing past any awkwardness creeping up your body like kudzu. “I only ask because folks around here will talk and if I can head off the rumors your time here will be easier. Lord only knows why I’m their favorite subject.”

“Na, we work together. Military stuff and we find it easier to feel safe when we know there is someone who can watch our back as we rest,” Johnny gives a small smile to the gaps between the porch slats.

Nodding as if you understand, you most assuredly do not, you tuck that information away for your next run-in with any of the town gossips, Cherrie and Marline. They would be after you like hens after a chick when they found out you were now living next door two four presumably eligible, and decidedly attractive bachelors.

‘What about your everlasting soul? Living so close to such men might tempt you into sin.’ They would always whisper the word sin as if one woman’s boy hadn’t been born out of wedlock and the other hadn’t been caught having an affair ten years back. One of these days you would remind the two of them of what Jesus actually called a sin, and it wasn’t ‘treating your neighbor as yourself’.

“Where are your boys today?” Simon speaks up now, everyone turning to look at him as he stares straight at you.

“They are at the Fisher’s. Lydia’s grandchildren have arrived and we have a standing agreement to timeshare the children until school starts back up,” you grin wide thinking about your boys. “I don’t know if you’ve met them yet, they live in the opposite direction from my house.”

Your former pastor had commented on it once. You didn’t go to church anymore, for too many damn reasons to recall or recount but Pastor Harry had been a good man and reminded you that there were people in the world who practiced what they preached.

“I know you never wanted to be a mom, but those boys? I can see the love you have for them written all over your face when you talk about them. I’m real proud of you for taking them in and fighting for them,” he laid a hand on your shoulder with a gentle squeeze.

The quiet comfort and confidence Pastor Harry had given you that day had fueled you for weeks and helped you swat away the nastier comments lobbed your way from parents of your students, the administration, and even the cashier at the local stop and rob.

Looking back to the men standing in the heat of the day you make a decision.

“Why don’t y’all take a seat and I’ll grab us all some sweet tea and ice pops.” Turning around without waiting for an answer you let the screen door slam shut behind you.

When you return the only seat available is next to Simon on the porch swing. Passing each man a refreshment you settle into the cushion and try to toe the swing into motion. When nothing happens you glance at Simon who is staring at your nice glass with something akin to mistrust in his eyes.

“You don’t have to drink it but can you at least lift your feet so I can rock the swing?” The single brow lift seems to do the trick.

“This is delicious!” Johnny cries as he stares down at his glass. “Never got the appeal of hot tea but this? I will miss this when we go back to work.”

The swing begins a soft back-and-forth movement. Glancing down you see Simon’s boot flat on the porch; his thigh bunches and releases in time with the movement.

“What do you think Kyle?” Sipping at your own tea you watch him for an answer.

“Might need this recipe for my mum, to be frank.” He looks down at his glass with a mixture of pleased concern written across his face.

“Be happy to send you with a recipe card.” You can’t wipe the smile from your face. Your front porch didn’t get as much use as you would like, they were the first visitors to use it this year.

Kyle and Johnny chat with you for nearly a half hour before by the winding down of the conversation the men stand in tandem. They all trail into the house to deposit their glasses in the sink before saying their goodbyes and rounding the house for the trail that would lead them back to their own home.

Placing your cup in the sink next to theirs you are surprised to see three empty glasses and a bone-dry sink. Seems the quiet man had sipped at his drink after all.

You would need to be sure to offer it again. Best to be sure if he liked it or if his mother had taught him it would be rude to reject an offer of a refreshment. Neither said anything bad about a person but it would help future interactions to know what your neighbors liked.

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[magicalqueennightmare]

What Was That?

John Walker x Reader

You don’t necessarily hate him. When he ends up helping up you and you end up in an intimate situation with him, neither of you are sure how the hell it happened.

Semi public sex?

Could be read as a part 1 to Messy

Civilian clothes while hunting down Karli meant jeans and jackets for Sam and Bucky. You however? You said screw it and was wearing one of your favorite dresses. The perks were it paired with boots well, had a high enough slit you could fight in it and no one could clock the fact that you were armed pretty well and carrying extra for Bucky too.

Zemo had unfortunately complimented you on it and it made you want to strangle him, until he offered you money to buy more like it. Then you settled on just glaring at him. 

You were walking down a side road with Sam and Bucky when you heard him. John freaking Walker. The new government appointed Captain America. All Military propaganda glory. The worst part was the man was absolutely fucking gorgeous. Those blue eyes locked you in place and the cocky little smirk? Yeah it made you wonder about other things.

“Hey John, how’d you find us this time?” you greeted and Bucky cut his eyes at you “Don’t antagonize him” you shrugged “It’s fun” John caught up with the four of you, Lemar with him. John did a double take at you “Why are you wearing that?” you crossed your arms “Excuse me?” 

“They’re dressed properly for civilian clothes in case of fighting. You’re in a dress” you laughed “Says the man wearing that” and waved a hand over his suit. You waved a hand over yourself “Guess how many weapons are currently on my person Walker?” he let his eyes skim over you and shrugged “Two at most”

You barked out a laugh “Two guns maybe. I’ve got five knives also” he stood there for a moment staring at you and you grinned “Easy fella, gonna stare a hole through it trying to figure it out” he shook his head “Anyways” 

Zemo was laying across the couch with a cool rag on his face, Bucky had tried to hide the fact that he was going to talk to one of the Doja Milaje but you’d clocked it and Sam was trying to get in contact with Joaquin so you decided to hit the streets and see if you could hear anything more on possible whereabouts for Karli’s crew.

You were walking down a road when you heard a voice call your name and turned to see John. This time he at least had changed out of his uniform. “Like you like this better” he rolled his eyes “Why are you alone?” you shook your head “I’m a big girl, don’t worry. I can handle myself” you kept walking and god bless he fell in step with you.

“Is there a reason besides Bucky that you hate me?” you spun around to face him, pointing a finger in his chest “First of all don’t make assumptions. If I hated you, I would make that clear” his eyes widened slightly but damn him that smirk slipped into place “And second of all?” he asked and you rolled your eyes “If I did hate you, it would be for a better reason because Bucky said so. Men don’t make my decisions for me”

You started back walking and he kept pace “Where are you going?” you sighed “My face isn’t as well known as say, Bucky’s or Sam’s or yours for that matter. I can blend in with crowds and listen. So please back the hell off” 

“I’ll hang back” he agreed so you nodded and walked away. 

You knew John was nearby, you could feel his eyes on you but you moved from place to place listening to locals talk. You knew when to listen and when to move on. You’d picked up a few tidbits you were going to take back to Sam and Bucky. 

You walked around a corner and suddenly you knew your back was against the wall and a knife was to your throat. Before you had time to react, to get the assailant off of you, they were crumpled to the ground. John stood behind them. “Thanks” you muttered and he nodded “I think you’re done for the day” “Yeah”

He decided to walk you back to where you were staying or close anyway. “Gonna tell me what you heard?”   he asked and you turned to face him “John, just go home. This is too heavy for you and Lemar. They’re super soldiers” “We’ve handled worse” he pushed and you groaned “And if one of you get hurt or killed?” 

“Aww worried about me sweetheart?” he teased and you open handedly slapped him. “Get over yourself! I’m trying to look out for you and your partner! You’re a decent man!” you kept walking, cutting down an alleyway and he followed you, his hand wrapping around your arm. He turned you to face him “I’m sorry. That was being an asshole. It’s just.. The pressure that’s on us to find them. I never even wanted the shield. They assigned me to it”

Your eyes widened because you didn’t know that. “What?” he nodded “I can’t be Steve and everyone is looking at me to be him. I’m not a good man, I’m a good soldier. I can take orders. That’s why I’m here. Why I can’t go home” “That’s sad” you admitted and he shrugged “It’s life at this point. Joined straight out of high school”

The two of you kept walking until you turned to face him again “Why keep trying to make friends with Sam and Bucky? Why save our asses?” he shrugged “Why not?” you stared up at him and realized just how pretty his eyes were up close. He was a lot bigger than you too. His larger frame blocking you from sight of any passerbys. “You’re still an asshole” you told him and he nodded “You’re still kind of a bitch” he replied. The next moment your lips met his, your back against the wall as he nudged one clothed thigh between your legs.

Good god the man could kiss. He shifted his leg, pushing against your core and giving just enough pressure to pull a moan from your lips. “Sounds so sweet though” he muttered against  your lips as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You gripped his biceps, trying to ground yourself as you fought the urge to shamelessly rock your hips against his thigh to chase that pressure. 

He pulled back and whispered “Go ahead baby” you whined, rocking your hips tentatively and pleasure shot through you. He grinned “Atta girl” you continued to grind against his thigh as he kissed you, muttering words of praise and encouragement. You felt that knot in your stomach building and when he moved to shift one hand under the skirt of your dress, circling your clit over your panties. You fell apart, your orgasm making you shake slightly.

“Fuck” you whined and he grinned “Feel better?” you nodded, pulling him into a kiss as your hand cupped the apparent bulge in the front of his jeans “I’m wearing a dress John” he nipped at your bottom lip and hooked one of your legs up around his waist. His right hand slid between your bodies, unbuckling and unzipping his jeans. He shoved them down just far enough to get his cock out and you swallowed hard when you saw his size “Backing out on me?” he asked and you shook your head, shifting your leg up higher around his waist “Fuck me already boyscout”

He pushed your panties to the side and lined himself up with your opening and pushed into you with one hard thrust of his hips. Your head fell back but he pulled it forward against his chest instead “Cement wall” he muttered. You nodded, clinging to his shoulders as he kissed you. It was tongue and teeth, desperate and hungry. You moved your hips against his to let him know you were ok. His grip tightened and he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in and you gasped “Just like that” he chuckled low “Dirty little thing, begging to get fucked in an alley”

“Feels fucking good John” you whimpered and when your walls fluttered around him from a particular angle he groaned “God damn baby” and hit it again. You gasped as he found a pace that had your back biting into the wall but you could have given a damn less. The pleasure coursing through you made up for any amount of pain. 

“Please don’t fucking stop” you begged and felt his teeth graze the skin of your neck “Wasn’t planning on it” you could feel another orgasm building and he slipped his hand down to let his fingers find your clit. The moment you felt his calloused fingertips on your flesh, your orgasm hit you hard. He moved to swallow your moan with a kiss as you came, clenching down around him. He fucked you through it, then his thrusts got a little sharper, little deeper “Where at sweetheart?” he asked through clenched teeth. “In me, I’m covered” you moaned and his head fell over on your chest as his hips continued to snap into yours “Fuck baby”

He buried himself into you with one final thrust and warmth flooded you when he found his release. He stood there for a few moments, just holding you close to him as you both worked to get your breathing back to normal.  You laughed lightly “What the fuck was that?” he shrugged “Really good sex we shouldn’t mention to anyone else?” you nodded “Agreed on all accounts” he smiled and pressed a final kiss to your lips before easing your leg down. He tucked himself back into his jeans as you fixed your own clothes.

The rest of the walk to where you were staying was in silence and he didn’t even mention the information you’d found out. He simply pressed a kiss to your temple and said “Be careful out there honey” “You too Walker” 

[soggyriceee]

Hallo, just wanted to send this request! I recently saw some of your König fics! (I absolutely ADORE them.)

And just wanted to know if you had the motivation to make another where it starts off as he's with his friend at a festival/carnival, and he meets Y/n and their best friend when they try to win a prize and they can't, so König and his friend decide to help the poor girls by getting them a prize and in return getting their numbers. <3

(P.S. You can end it in smut like if König gets to know her at the fair and eventually takes her home, or just end it in fluff! <3 I'd eat it up either way.)

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festival | konig | 18+

| summary; request , public sex, one night stand, oral(konig!recieving), protected sex(wrap it up guys we can’t have anymore scorpios in the world), konig has this weird thing about fucking you with his boxers on |

“okay let go to that one, they have big stuffed animals as prizes.” you exclaimed, pointing to the water gun tent. you were already dragging your friend to it before she could say much.

“oh come on we’ve lost literally all the other ones. how do you have so much hope left.” she whined, dragging her feet behind you. but you ignored her negative attitude, pushing forward. "if we lose this one, we can go back to our tent. seriously." you said, gripping her hand as you approached the line.

it was very short, only two other people in front of you. they were tall, pretty loud too. obviously drunk but it was a music festival so it was only fair. two days you guys will be out in the desert, listening to different musical acts, drunk all 48 hours, and meeting new people! it was you and your friends favorite part of spring/summer era.

"next!" the man called, pushing the two tall men up the line. you watched as they aced the game easily, hitting the center of the wooden dummies perfectly. "they're really good.. maybe we should ask them to win the bears for us!" you told your friend, already making your way to the two tall men.

"excuse me." you called out, tugging on the end of one of the guys shirts. they'd both turn, looking down at you. wow they were hot. facial scars littered their faces, hands too. they wore all black, despite the heat wave attacking you all. "you guys are really good, do you think you could win that bear for me and my friend over there?" you asked, pointing to the big pink and white bear hanging from the top of the tent.

they both exchanged a look, before one of them spoke. a thick, German accent, almost impossible to understand, came from the guy. "what's the catch?" he asked, almost as if he believed he was being set up. you laughed, quickly realizing however that he was serious. "t-there's no catch.. we just really want the bear." you chuckled awkwardly, rubbing your hand up and down your arm.

their vibe was very off. but you couldn’t put your hand on it. they weren’t mean necessarily they just seemed like they’d been caught up in some sort of prank or something. “alright.” he nodded.

you and your friend stepped back, watching as they again hit the targets perfectly. it was hot honestly, especially watching their arms flex through their tank tops. when they had finished, the taller one handing you the bear. “thank youu!” you smiled, turning to your friend and paying no mind to them now.

you were so focused on convincing her to do just one more game, you hadn’t noticed the two men still standing behind you. “excuse me?” one of them spoke, tapping your shoulder.

you turned, smiling up at him. “we would like to help you get more prizes if youd like.. m-my names Konig this is Simon.” he said, reaching his hand out to you.

“wanna come back to my tent?” the drunk man would whisper down to you, looking up through his lashes to see his friend already making a move on yours from another booth.

you’d giggle into his chest, the faint smell of his cologne and cigarettes covering him. he took your cute reaction as a yes, dragging you away from the crown and towards the camp setups. it was a thrill, fucking next to so many people. but it was a music festival, what did people expect?

“after you.” he smiled, pulling his tent door open. inside rested one inflatable bed, a portable shower in one corner and a make shift kitchen in the other. a small trash bin and a few decorations to make the tent more homely littered the sides. “it’s cute in here.” you said, turning to the tall man.

maybe it was the fact there was more light, but you found him really handsome, despite the scars that littered his face. he smiled down at you, walking towards you slowly. "you're cute" he said, as if he too was finally getting a good look at your face.

he stood still in front of you, leaning down to slowly press his lips against yours. his hands found your waist, pulling you into him as your arms wrapped around his neck. his tongue slid effortlessly into your mouth, almost embarrassingly easy. “wanna lay down?” he asked, breaking the kiss and ushering you to the inflated bed.

you laid down on your back, Konig resting hills ed between your legs. “sure you wanna do this?” he asked, almost as if he was trying to warm you or something. but you didn’t read to much into his tone, nodding your head eagerly. “yes of course.”

his hands pulled your pants off your legs, tossing them to some corner of the tent. his shirt followed, more scars of his exposed. you tried not to stare, knowing it’s better to not ask questions like that, especially for some festival boo.

his lips met yours again, his large hands pushing your legs into a butterfly position. his thumb found your covered clit, pressing against it gently. it threw you offguard, most of your hookups taking a bit to even find it. “you like that?” he asked in your ear, not missing the small gasp that left your lips.

you gave him a nod, body tending under him just a bit. his thumb moved slow against your clit, pressing kissed behind your ear, down to your collar bone. “relax baby.. not g’nna hurt you too much..” he winked.

you didn’t have time to really question what he could’ve met by that, before your panties were being flung across the tent. he grunted at your shiny wet cunt, your clit so swollen and so exposed. it was embarrassing a bit, but only because he wouldn’t look away!

you went to close your legs, maybe thinking it was a bad idea. but his hands quickly pressed down on your knees, forcing you back into that butterfly position. “what? cant imagine how good this is gonna feel?… you’re so fucking wet how can i look away?”

your cheeks grew bright red, hands covering your face as the compliment hit your ears. “d-don’t say things like that.” you said into your palms, the smile in your voice so clear.

he pulled your hands away from your face, meeting your eyes with a smile as well. “it’s true.. mind if i have a taste?” he asked, already moving to lay flat on his stomach.

you hadn’t noticed it at first, but he was huge. like. huge. half his body rested off the bed as he laid between your legs, arms wrapping around your thighs as he pulled you in closer. soft kisses were pressed to your inner thighs, maybe a soft bite following after.

you walked into this tent with pretty low expectations, most of your hookups being complete let downs. youve had a few good encounters though of course, it wasn’t like you only chose bad sex partners. but konig began to do things that your other partners never really did.

he pressed soft kisses from your hole, up to your clit, before spreading you lips and sucking your clit into his mouth gently. your mouth feel open, a shaky breath leaving your lips. your eyes fell closed, feeling his tongue move in small circles against your pulsing nerve.

usually oral with other partners doesn’t last long. they get too excited or you end it early, not feeling much pleasure from it. but konig knew what he was doing. he wasn’t too rough at all, continuing the same pattern and the same pace that you gave the most reaction too.

“d-damn youre.. so good at this.” you whined, hands finding his hair, tugging it gently. he’s grunt into your pussy, trying to nuzzle his head deeper into you. his nose would press right against your clit as his tongue slid in and out slowly.

“never had your pussy ate like this before hm?” he asked, looking back at the mess he’s made on your pussy. his drool mixed with your own juices made your lips so shiny. his lips were just as wet, the tip of his nose coated in your juice.

you’d give him a meek “no”, resting on your elbows to look down at him. you pushed your hips up to his lips, whining as he just watched you. “please keep going.” you’d whine, his head avoiding your aching pussy.

“you cute… never had a girl beg for me to eat her pussy.” he smirked, taking one of his hands to rub his thumb through your wet folds. he could feel your clit pulsing when his thumb got to it, pressing just a bit more pressure against it. your head fell back, accepting the small amount of stimulation he gave you. “wanna hear you beg more.”

he pushed himself off the floor, resting on his knees. his hands worked to pull his pants down, his boxers staying on. his cock would already be hanging out of the flimsy hole in the front of the boxers, tip red. your eyes wandered around the tent again, looking back to see him already slipping the condom on.

shuffling over, he’d plop his fat cock on your pussy, slapping it a few times as your juices connected to his tip. “so wet.. bet i’m gonna slide right in.” hed whisper, already drooling for a feel.

while he was excited you were nervous. again, youve chosen okay sex partners, never caring much about length. but you always took a mental note of the lengths that were gonna be inside you. Konig was the biggest hands down.

his cock was not only long, but thick. his tip was fat, leaking pre cum as a long thick vein ran on the side of it. of course it curved just a bit to the left, hanging low despite him being rock hard. it was heavy, that’s for sure.

“j-just .. go slow.” you said, watching as he aligned himself with you. he smiled down at you, locing the nervous look on your face. “think i’m that big huh.. think i’m g’nna hurt you?” he asked, already pushing himself in slow.

you’d his at the stretch of your pussy around him, hands quickly pressing against his chest as a sign to stop. and he did, stopping just as his tip made its way fully inside you. your hands remained flat on his chest, eyes squeezed shut as you let the pain simmer down.

but konig didn’t wanna wait long. before you knew it, he was pushing back into you. “j-jeez konig wait a sec.. s-still hurts.” you whined, your eyes shooting open.

he was looking down, watching how his cock disappeared into your pussy slowly. pulling his hips back slightly, he’d push them back in, looking up to meet your eyes. “s’okay.. see it’s starting to f-feel good.” hed assure you, trying his best to ignore how your pussy was clenching down on him.

he was so close to coming just from that one actually thrust he gave you, and the look on your face wasn’t helping. your pussy was warming up to his length and girth, whimpers of pain turning into ones of pleasure. your hands remained on his chest, as your head relax into the pillow below you.

his eyes would trail back down to where you both met, his boxers slowly getting wet with your juices. he loved it. having some random chicks pussy juice on his boxers. he never knew why, but fucking through his boxers made him cum so fast.

“look… look how good this pussy is taking me.. she’s doing s’good..” hed grunt, gripping your chin to pull your head down. your eyes opened to meet the sight, the sounds of your pussy only adding to how filthy the whole sight was.

his thumb hooked around your bottom row of teeth, forcing you to watch and listen to his good you were taking him. “s’big huh? s’ a big dick..” hed pant, already knowing your answer. when you gave him a rapid nod of the head, he’d tsk, letting your jaw go only to cup your chin, forcing you to look at him. you’d notice how blown his pupils were, how wet and red his lips were. “use your words baby..”

“y-yes it’s.. it’s so good” you babbled, feeling how his tip abused right at your poor cervix. your legs were hooked arouns his hips, hands now gripping the thin sheet beneath you. it was such a painfully good feeling, your mind was completely blank.

konig watched you from above, your tits bouncing in the right shirt he let you keep on. your nipples were erect through the thin layer, making the big man let out a small whimper, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. “shit m’close..”

the sounds of music and other festival goers were muffled from inside the tent, the noises coming from you both surely covered. your head pressed firmly into the pillow below you as your body put all its focus and attention to the giy splitting you in half. you felt so full of the stranger, you were beginning to consider getting his number after.

his tip continued its abuse on your poor cervix, his cock getting painted in your creamy juices. his eyes were fixated on his cock pushing it’s way into those tight wet walls, mouth hung ajar as spit dribbled from him. “w..wanna cum.. so close~” you whined, hands scrambling to his his chest again.

what you liked about this man, was that instead of changing that pace he kept it the same, only pushing your leg up to your chest to allow him to fuck deeper into you. “lemme see it baby.. lemme see you cream all over this cock..” he groaned, taking his other hand to cup your warm cheek.

his words and movements allowed you to come undone for him, legs pulling his waist in closer to you, deeper. the cute little whines you let escape from you only made his cock twitch inside you, coming as his head plopped into your chest, biting your clothes nipple throufh the shirt.

your chests rose and fell in synch, silence filling the room as you both relaxed. you felt him soften inside you, the condom still holding on. his hands found your waist, snaking up them as to hold you.

he’d pull out of you with a small whimper, resting his softened, condom covered cock on your cunt. his teeth let your nipple go, his lips leaving a small kiss on them before resting his chin on your chest. “how was it?”

you smiled softly, letting out a breathy chuckle. “it was great.. really great.” he smiled proudly, before pushing himself up and off you, peeling the condom off and tossing it in a random plastic bag. you began to rise, stretching a bit as your eyes made contact with your clothes.

“you should stay.. it’s already pretty late..” he said, tucking his still softening cock into his boxers, pants kicked off from when he tossed the condom. you weren’t opposed at all, legs sore anyways to look for your setup.

he’d lay beside you, pulling you into his chest as if you both had done this before. it was weird, his presence and character didn’t feel like he was a stranger, but maybe that was simply because he was just deep inside you.

aghh i’m so sorry this took forever, finals are coming up and my job is like.. scheduling me??? and i’m TIREDDD

[aswefindourwayback]

I know how to ball, you know Aristotle

Author's Note: This was very much inspired by So High School by Taylor Swift. Not my best piece but it could be cute. I hope you guys enjoy it! Feedback is always appreciated

WC: 1085

CW: a bit of a makeout session at the end, little bit of drinking

Summary: the BAU participate in a company baseball game but you aren’t able to play due to an injury from work so you cheer on Spence and the rest of the team.

It was like 199° outside; fahrenheit or celsius, it didn’t matter. all you knew was that it was hot as balls out and you had to sit out there to watch the rest of the BAU participate in a baseball game against another department from work. 

You aren’t able to play due to an injury you sustained while in the field a week ago when the team was working on a case. It was basically due to clumsiness that you’re out of the game for a while. You managed to twist your ankle very badly. so you find yourself sitting on the sidelines, in hot ass weather, watching all your colleagues play an “exciting” game of baseball. Of course, you didn’t necessarily have to be there. You were there just to cheer on your favorite person. Although, he wasn’t the most athletic person out on the field, you hate to admit. But he was trying his best and you were proud as hell. 

Spencer had been nagging you about how to play well in today's game, considering you used to play in high school and college. You tried to help him out the best you could but, at some point you two had to admit that it would take a miracle for Spencer to be a standout player out on the field. So you helped him by making sure he could make some contributions to the team with simple skills.

It was now almost the end of the game and spence was killing it. When you first sat down to watch the game, you were scanning the field for him and when you found him, you shyly hid from him, using your baseball cap as a shield to hide your blushing smile. You loved watching him from the sidelines, just cheering him on and screaming til your lungs hurt when he managed to hit the ball with the bat. You were so incredibly proud of how well he was playing. that was your man, and you couldn’t be happier. It felt like high school, being in the stands and cheering on your boyfriend who’s out on the field playing the most intense game you’ve ever seen. This love felt so lively and carefree, it was just love. 

Every time you cheered for him and screamed, you could see his pink cheeks blushing harder each time, his eyes twinkling in the blink of an eye. 

The game ended with the BAU team winning by a longshot, which was honestly surprising. You weren’t gonna lie, your team was pretty fit and in shape, but their baseball skills were questionable, but they pulled through and you were so proud. 

After the game, the whole team went to a bar close by to celebrate and just hang out. The night was filled with laughter and teasing banter. Each one of them was absolutely battering the other for something that happened during the game. Everyone’s favorite moment though was when Spencer hit the ball quite far, and he decided that once he’d run the bases, he was gonna do a little dance and point to you to celebrate his amazing performance. The whole thing had you beaming with pride and joy. 

While the team were speaking amongst themselves, you wanted a moment with just Spence. 

“Tell me about the first time you saw me.” you’d said, head resting in the palm of your hand as you looked up at him. 

He pursed his lips before speaking, “Well, it was your first day at the BAU. You put up this front that you were confident and that you already knew everything. But I know that wasn’t true.”

“What do you mean?”

“You kept tugging on your clothes as if they were choking you. You also kept fiddling with your bracelet. You know, you’re not very good at hiding your feelings for a profiler.” he laughed. 

“Yeah, well, sorry, we can’t all be amazing profilers who can hide every little thing from everyone.” you let out a giggle. 

“But I was also thinking about how pretty you are. Felt like I couldn’t breathe when I first saw you. You’re mesmerizing. It was like I was watching an angel appear before me. And I thought you were so cool. I mean, the way you carried yourself was impressive. I didn’t expect you to be so nice either. Your resting face makes you look a bit mean, but turns out you’re the nicest and most kind hearted person to exist.”

You turned to face away from him, trying to hide the fact that he was making you so flustered. 

He moved to bring your eyes back to his, gently cupping the side of your face til he could see you again. Fuck. He had you wrapped around his finger and he knew it too. But you didn’t care. You would do anything for him. 

The night ended with everyone heading home after a few drinks. You and Spence were walking to your car, hand in hand, just in a comfortable silence. He walked you to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for you. You thanked him and got in the car. Once you were nicely in the car, Spence closed the door and rounded the car til he reached the driver side and went in. 

You two sat there, just staring at each other for ages. You couldn’t fathom that he was real, that he loved you, and that he was right in front of you. There was no doubt in your mind about him. 

Spence broke eye contact to look around the parking lot to make sure the team weren’t watching before he pulled you close to him and kissed the life out of you. He’d grabbed the collar of your shirt and pulled you so close. His lips tasted of the mojito he’d drank, so minty and fresh. Lips so soft, you wondered if he’d applied chapstick before leaving the bar. You moved your hand to rest on the side of his neck, just to feel him. His hand moved up from your shirt collar to the back of your head, deepening the kiss. God, you were practically melting into him. It was getting hard to breathe but you didn’t want to stop. 

No one’s ever had you like he did, and no one ever would. This was it for you. He’s the one you're gonna marry and spend the rest of forever with. He was your sun.

[emma-frxst]

Since You’ve Been Gone

Pairing: John Kinley x reader (no use of “y/n”)

Summary: you’ve got a few surprises for Jake when he comes home from deployment. (No use of (y/n). Reader is not pregnant)

Anonymous asked “Hiii, so I haven't gotten to see the covenant yet but I love Jake in the army uniform!! I was wondering if you would write something a little armyish ?? I especially loved him in Jar head 😍 “

A/N- no blog tags on this one I reckon cause it’s a new character so if you want to be tagged when I post let me know! First time adding a gif to my fic, not sure how I feel lol

Authors note- my dear anonymous requester, I am so sorry it took so long. I wasn’t sure if you just wanted Jake as himself in the fic, but you mentioned the covenant so I’m basing this fic off of his character in that movie John Kinley. I hope this is ok.

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John was gone a lot

Like a lot

So you took on several DIY projects to pass the time while he was on deployment.

You didn’t necessarily finish all your projects though.

The bathroom was half painted, the bedroom had a few rolls worth of wallpaper plastered above the bed, and candle making supplies lay scattered throughout the garage.

Those were just a few of your projects, you definitely had more things you were going to try, but today’s project was painting the front door.

Your sweetie wasn’t supposed to get back until later this week so the paint had plenty of time to dry before he could even think of objecting to the color.

You and John lived on a military base, one of the safest places like…ever, so you felt comfortable turning up the volume on your headphones and really getting into it.

Loud music and dancing while working helped deter nosy neighbors as well as bringing joy to your soul.

You had nearly finished the second coat of Tuscan sun #DE5341 when your headphones suddenly died.

Thats weird, you thought. You had just charged them.

A familiar voice came from behind you; Absolutely scaring the shit out of you.

You turned around with a scream that the whole neighborhood could hear.

“Why is my front door yellow?” John asked, holding your phone that you left on the porch. That’s why your music stopped. He held a smirk on his face that he scared you so easily. You were so cute.

You let out a happy scream this time, disregarding your paintbrush, and leaping into your love’s arms.

He welcomed you into his arms with love. And a million kisses all while embraced in big bear hug.

After a few solid minutes of lovins, you broke apart to answer his question.

“I think you mean “why is our front door yellow.””you corrected, poking his chest. “And the answer is cause I wanted it to be.” A cheeky smile dawning your pretty face.

“Can’t argue with that.” He retorted taking in the sight of the very yellow front door.

You saw the beginning of a mischievous smirk on his face and a twinkle in those baby blue eyes. Before you could call him out on it, he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. Displaying his strength was always a turn on for you.

He smacked your butt with his free hand which earned giggles from you.

“I missed you.” He said, a more serious tone than before.

“I missed you too.” Your voice nasally from hanging upside-down off of John’s shoulder.

The position wasn’t necessarily ideal, but you did have a nice angle of his butt. The army uniform did wonders for his ass. He looked so delicious in his camo, you just wanted to eat him up.

He swung open the front door and headed straight to the bedroom. Looked like you and he had the same plans to spend his first hours home together.

Every time John came home, the house was different, he loved it- but would never admit it. The four walls of the house could be any color, any design, or anything you wanted them to be, As long as he was with you, he was home.

As much as you loved your DIY projects, being with your sweetie was your favorite pastime of all.

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[rhiaarrow]

With Bad joking about preparing to go live as a hermit if the eggs are gone for a long time it really got me thinking about how important the eggs and their eggy actors have been to him.

Not that they haven't been important to everyone, the eggs are such a huge part of the server but tonights ramble is about Bad.

To the shock of absolutely no one! I'm a Ghostie first and foremost, with a hyperfixation and a penchant for writing novel length rambles. This is just the usual atp :')

Before the Qsmp Bad was not a daily streamer, not even close, just check his vods channel. Hell, even when he joined the QSMP he didn't stream every day of the start of the server. He only streamed one or two days for a handful of hours...but then he got Dapper.

And with him being a single parent Bad had to log on every day to do Dapper's tasks.

(Yes, Q was also a single parent but he had ppl babysit Tilin, also she died within the first 2 weeks of her being around soooo yeah, different circumstance)

Then because Bad was on every single day he took up a position of babysitter for most of the eggs since their parents couldn't be on as frequently.

To begin with it was mostly just Tallulah, she could've been taken care of by Philza but her schedule didn't originally line up with Phil's so it was easier for her to wake up for Bad to do her tasks.

Then Ramon started joining them some nights so he could hang out with Dapper.

Then Bad became closer with the French and started to watch Pomme for them when they logged off for the night since Pomme was a night owl.

Then Vegetta stopped logging in as often and Leo kept barely missing Foolish so Bad started taking care of Leo's tasks when Foolish couldn't and she started spending time with him as well.

Then Richas started hanging out with Dapper and Pomme, so they formed the late night trio and hung out almost every night which eventually became Richas just hanging out with Bad whenever he felt like it.

Then Pepito arrived and since Roier wasn't on as often late last year Pepito would hang out with Bad and Foolish most days.

Then Em immediately decided that Bad was her favorite Uncle and would hang out with him when Bagi went to bed if she wanted to stay up.

When the eggs disappeared, rather than his usual 6-10 hour streams Bad was streaming 3-5 hours because his entire time on the server was usually spent hanging out with the eggs.

I've rambled before about how qBad and Tio Bad are two separate things because Tio Bad isn't rp, it's just ccBad atp but I feel like some people don't realize the extent to which ccBad spends time with the Eggy actors.

Every single stream, from 5-12 hours, he's only ever without an eggy companion for a couple of hours maximum.

I mean there's the probability of each egg just showing up to hang out with Bad at any point in the day,

Obviously you've got these 3;

Dapper, Pomme, Richas - highest probability

Then these 3;

Empanada, Pepito,Tallulah, - high probability

Then these 5;

Ramon, Chunsik, Sunny - low probability

Chayanne, Leo - lowest probability

There is no egg that has never shown up randomly to hang out with their Tio Bad (and yes I am counting the Ghostie streams in this, it was still ccBad so yknow)

ccBad spends so much time with them.

Not counting all the stuff he's done on stream with all the eggs, he has;

built the snowman with Talluladmin and Pommin,

played battleship with Pommin and Ricardão,

worked on create farms with Dappmin,

worked on the signs with Pommin and Ricardão,

built decorations with Empanadmin and Pommin

Just to name a couple of the stuff we know, not even mentioning the nights they just spend together after stream doing nothing important

The server feels especially empty as a Ghostie because ccBad himself is just so used to hanging out with not just the eggs but the eggy actors as well.

His days are usually dictated by what one of the eggs wants to do, not even necessarily his kid.

If an egg wants to go on an adventure to find a particular thing but knows it's rare or could take a while, they know that the easiest thing to do (if they don't want to drag their parents to do it) is probably ask Tio Bad to take them to look for it. Em's done it, Tallulah's done it, Sunny's done it, Pepito's done it, Leo's done it, literally every egg except Chay and Chun.

His ass is always online and always willing to do anything for the eggs, unless it's ridiculously dangerous, then he draws the line.

If that man does go live as a hermit due to everything reminding him of the fact that the eggy actors are temporarily on break I will not be shocked.

ccBad spends so much of his time with them, not just their little eggy characters.

[rootsofdread]

Hi! Can I request Trickster, Michael, Ghostface and Skull Merchant and Bubba with a survivor reader basically being goofy with the other survivors and fucking up gens every 5 seconds because their laughing and can't focus and when they get hooked they make jokes and try to annoy the hell out of the killer? And when it's time to escape they drop their stuff for the killer and leave cause they thought it was a fun match? GN reader pls :)

my first bubba request!! i loved writing him for you 🥺🥺

Bubba Sawyer / The Cannibal:

Bubba knows being in the Entity’s realm isn’t pleasant; it’s been a long time since he’s seen anyone have fun. So in all honesty — he kind of enjoys seeing you all have some fun. He’s the first to run over when he hears several explosions in a row from a generator, because he’s almost certain that it’s you, and he could always use a good laugh. You’re the first person in an even longer time to really make him smile, he loves getting to spend time with you during trials and he especially loves getting to laugh with you. For one trial, he can forget that he has a job to do. He can focus on you instead. His favorite thing is getting your gifts after the trials — he gets so excited seeing you leave something for him. He especially loves toolboxes, so he can work on his chainsaw, but he loves everything you give him. He always looks forward to seeing you again.

Michael Myers / The Shape:

Michael doesn’t really understand how or why you’re so comfortable being so…yourself in trials. It’s such a foreign concept to him. Everyone else is so focused on staying alive, but you, you’re…you’re out in the trials having fun, and laughing. He likes to sit and observe you from afar. You usually try to get him in on the joke, come on over here, Mikey, we’re all having fun, but he just shakes his head. Sometimes he gets closer to you and just looms while you and your fellow survivors cry laughing over your antics, exploding the generator you’re all working on at any possible turn. You’ll never get that done. He may seem judgemental, but really, he’s just…watching. He finds it entertaining, in a way, seeing some of you have fun here. He even feels a bit special when you take the time to leave him your things; he doesn’t necessarily have a use for them, but…it’s nice.

Danny Johnson / The Ghostface:

Danny is likely the only one that would be willing to join you in your antics; he seems to love a good laugh just as much as you do. Particularly, he loves either sneaking up on you by ending up just behind your shoulder and waiting to see how long it takes you to notice him, or by sneaking up on a teammate and not only waiting to see how long it takes them to notice, but also making gestures with his hands to try to get you to laugh, too. He loves how much fun you are — everyone else is such a buzzkill, he can’t imagine why, of course, but you just love to have fun here. You’re always laughing and smiling and making everyone else do the same, and it has him utterly smitten with you. You’re his favorite survivor to hang out with, and it absolutely delights him when you leave him your items at the exit gates. He takes everything you give him, and it’d be safe to assume he’s amassed a collection…somewhere.

Ji-Woon Hak / The Trickster:

Ji-Woon is a loose canon — for a long time, you were never sure how he would react to you, because it was almost always different. Sometimes he seemed annoyed by your antics, or amused, sometimes he completely ignored you and went for someone else; sometimes he was particularly bloodythirsty and you were his first target. It was always a toss-up. Over time, he gets more used to you and your shenanigans — he less feels the need to kill you for them and more just lets you have your fun. As long as you’re not specifically giving him problems, he doesn’t seem to really care. Sometimes, even, when he passes by you looking for someone else, he gives you a little smile or giggle, indicating he may just be amused by you now. And every time you leave him an item, you see him take it, and later, when he sees you outside of a trial, he hands it back to you with a genuine autograph.

Adriana Imai / The Skull Merchant:

Adriana, truthfully, will have none of it. She knows you won’t give her a challenge and she seems to not care much for that fact — she tends to leave you alone during trials and let you have your fun, slowly picking off your team members instead. Sometimes, she’ll give you a look when she passes by you, silently telling you to do something. Run, scream, hide, give her something to hunt you for. Yet, she seems almost flustered when you look back at her with that big grin on your face. She tends to let you go, too, always responding with you’re no fun if you ask her why, but you’ve always considered, perhaps, she has a soft spot for you. She’d never admit it. She does accept your items at the end, though. She knows she can find uses for them.

[myokk]

3, 4, 6, 11!!!!!!! Give em to me rn. Leo AND Lois

Eloise and Leonard with their natural grumpiness🫶

3: Does your MC have a pet (other than the rescued beasts)? If so, talk about them? If not, what pet would your MC want?

Im going to be honest…Eloise is actually TERRIFIED of animals & I doubt she will ever have a pet🥲 if she does in the future, it would probably be a crow bc they’re the only animals she isn’t scared of🫶 & would be like a pet owl for her.

Leo, on the other hand, LOVES Beasts class and I know that he and Bea (@the-ozzie) live on a small farm & definitely have lots of animals & a crup 🥰♥️

4: Who's your MC’s favourite professor? What's their dynamic? Anyone they don't get along with?

Eloise’s favorite professors are definitely Professors Sharp and Weasley. Transfiguration is her favorite subject, and Weasley always gives her extra assignments which she loves (😆) and although she isn’t very good at Potions, she LOVES Sharp because he’s so serious and kind (to her, at least).

The only professor she really dislikes is Garlick because she was SO embarrassed on her first day of classes, making everyone in the class notice her and calling her “the newest rose in our garden” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Eloise holds grudges and can’t get over it…

Leo’s favorite professors are Garlick because Herbology is his favorite subject, and Sharp. He doesn’t really like Professor Ronan though because he’s too goofy😒

6: Out of our MC’s opponents, who do they fear the most? If none, who/what do they fear at all?

I think I’m going to answer this more as for what they fear in general bc honestly my story isn’t necessarily one with clear-cut villains and protagonists, everything is a bit more grey imo.

Eloise most fears losing control. Of herself, of what happens in her life, of her future. Probably because she’s never been in control of anything really, that the second she gains a little bit of agency she’s fearful of losing it😔 (and she’s also scared of her mom and scared of how much she still loves her😭)

Leo is scared of doing anything wrong. There is a LOT on his plate & his parents have put a lot of pressure on him to be the absolute best at everything. He pretends that the stress and anxiety hanging over him bc of what his father’s done doesn’t actually exist and tries his hardest to hold everything together.

11: If your MC were an animagus, what form would they take? What would they use their animagus form for?

I genuinely don’t see either one becoming an animagus because the process is ridiculously complicated and it’s just not realistic to me😆😆😆 (ik I’m a lot of fun aldkcjdjjdjd) BUT…

I guess Eloise would be a brown fox and Leo would be a kneazle🫶

[mj0702]

I feel like in the classic person who doesn't like children/babies has children and babies clambering to them, baby Bronze-Batlle would love bb. She would definitely be the favorite Aunt even though she doesn't want to be necessarily, like she loves baby Bronze-Batlle, but having baby hanging off of her would not be her strong suit

- Aspen

Sorry for the delayed response... live happened 😅

oh absolutely... bb is very weary around children because she just can't connect with them... she doesn't know what to do with them... how to act around them... the little ones on the other side utterly love bb... it became quite normal that bb stumbles out of the tunnel onto the pitch with a toddler attached to each leg who are giggling loudly

Whatever bb does she just can't shake them off... Alexia always have to turn around so bb doesn't see her smirking about the bizarre situation that the only person who doesn't know how to interact with children is the childrens No.1 favorite person...

Bb grumbling under her breath the whole way until she's next to Alexia demanding she takes them demons off her... Alexia pretends every time she doesn't hear bb... there's a big plus for Ale with the toddlers hanging onto bb.... bb is naturally contained and Ale doesn't have to have an eye on her

Ona and Ingrid are happy her kids are occupied so they can train a little more without having to fear something is happening to their babies

Lucy and Mapí are swooning all the time about how her babies just fell in love with their Tía without any boundaries... bb grumbling and whining about it all the time... mostly to Keira and Alexia

#bbhc #Aspen

[supernovafics]

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k words

warnings: explicit language, some mentions of alcohol, parent drama (both reader’s and steve’s parents suck)

summary: in which your parents and steve’s come over for dinner 

author's note: this has absolutely nothing to do with the harry styles song but the title of it is just very fitting so yeah<33 i’ve been rewatching a lot of gilmore girls this fall season so i feel like that's helped me get the hang of writing awkward/tense dinners with family lol so this needed to be done

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Fall 1985

When your and Steve’s parents first suggested this “early Thanksgiving dinner,” you thought that it wouldn’t actually happen. 

The initial idea sounded pretty funny to you— your parents and Steve’s parents would have a full on dinner at your apartment a week before the actual holiday. Yeah, right.

It sounded like the kind of idea that parents that really cared about spending time with their children would have, and that wasn’t how you’d necessarily describe yours or Steve’s. 

A month ago, when they told you about the ski trip the four of them were going on during the entire week of Thanksgiving, you expected to just not see them probably until Christmas— and that felt like a bit of relief to you because spending time with your parents wasn’t your favorite hobby.  

But then you remembered how, only during the holidays, your parents always had a need to show, or maybe more so “prove” to themselves, that they actually cared about you. So, of course, they wouldn’t let this stupid holiday go, and instead they thought that it would be best if you all did something early and together. 

And sadly, none of the immediate excuses that you and Steve came up with worked because your moms had solutions for everything.

When you told yours that the kitchen in the apartment was too small to cook for this kind of elaborate dinner, she simply told you that they’d buy and bring all of the food and you and Steve wouldn’t have to cook at all. She also not-so-jokingly mentioned that she would’ve never trusted either of you two cooking anyway.

And when Steve told his mom that the current dining table you two had was way too small to fit all six of you, she promptly had one ordered and delivered to your door in just a week. It was an expensive dark wood set that could comfortably fit six people, and you and Steve spent hours struggling to build it the day it showed up at your front door. It took up an obscene amount of space, but it did actually look kind of nice.

Now it was weeks later and the dreaded night was finally here, but you still tried to come up with any way to avoid it from happening. 

“And we’re sure that we really can’t get out of doing this tonight?” You asked Steve as you folded the blanket that was lying half-hazardly on the couch. “I could call my mom and say that we’ve somehow fallen tragically ill in the last hour?”

“I’m ninety-five percent sure that they’re all already on their way.”

“Shit.”

“It’ll be fine,” Steve said, and then he considered his words. “Actually, it will probably suck, but overall, we will be fine.” 

You let out a sigh and placed the now folded blanket back on the couch and then started cleaning off the coffee table, stacking the random magazines in a neat pile and then adjusting Harold’s cage so that it was nicely in the center. Your and Steve’s shared pet hamster was currently nibbling on the food that you had put in his bowl only moments ago. 

An abrupt feeling of worry shot through you as you looked around the apartment. The place was clean— probably the cleanest it had ever been— since you and Steve had spent the day doing everything to avoid either of your parents saying anything bad about the place. However, in the grand scheme of things, you knew that it didn’t matter because they’d still hate the apartment. They would hate how you two decided to furnish and decorate it, and they would passive aggressively make fun of the place for however long this dinner would have to be.

“Let’s try not to think about how bad this night is gonna be and just be glad that we’re not gonna have to suffer alone, like usual,” Steve said, practically reading your mind and the look on your face, as he started setting plates out on the new table. 

He was completely right. This was the first time that a collective Thanksgiving was happening among all of you. Usually, it was just you alone with your parents in Chicago visiting family members that you never talked to, and Steve was doing the same exact thing except he was in Indianapolis. You’d always end up calling each other at the end of the night from the hotel or family house you were staying at, and you’d tell each other stories about whatever weird family members you encountered or how boring it all was. 

It did make things feel a bit better that, for once, you didn’t have to go through this alone and neither did Steve.

“You’re right,” You said with a nod and then smiled. “We’ll be going through this shitshow together.”

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door and since Steve was closer he went to answer it. You took one brief and final look around the apartment before heading toward the door too, so Steve didn’t have to be by himself in this greeting.

“Hi,” He said when he opened the door and saw all of your parents standing there. There was a bright smile on his face and he effortlessly turned on that “Steve Harrington charm” that people had adored in high school— you hadn’t even gone to the same high school as him, but you still heard so many of the stories.

A chorus of Hi’s and Hello’s were heard as your moms entered the apartment first since they were carrying all of the food and your dads followed in right behind them.

“I still hate that you moved into a place that doesn’t have a front doorman, or, at least, a buzzer system,” Were your dad’s first words to you; deciding against saying the simple “How are you?” that you had expected. “You two should get a better lock on your door.”

You laughed a bit. “We live in Hawkins, not New York, Dad. I don’t think anyone is really itching to rob us anytime soon.” 

“Anything can happen,” He responded, looking at you seriously. “I’ll bring you a new one when we get back from Colorado.”

You only nodded at his words instead of saying anything to rebut them; you knew that he overall meant well. “Okay.”

Your attention turned to your mom and she pulled you into a hug that felt way too forced before pulling away and giving you a quick onceover. “Oh… Is that what you’re wearing?”

You thought that your outfit was fine; a V-neck navy blue knit sweater that was a bit cropped and a simple pair of black jeans. But, your mom always managed to find something wrong with everything, so this reaction to your current outfit didn’t necessarily surprise you; it did still annoy you all the same, though.

“Oh, um, no I was just about to change,” You told her and forced a small smile.

She nodded at that. “Okay, that’s good, that’s good. You go change while Christine and I get the table set up.”

You started heading toward your room but looked back at Steve first. He was in a conversation with his parents that looked like they were doing much more of the talking than him. As if sensing your gaze on him, his eyes met yours and he gave you a hopeful look and that was enough to make you feel a little better.

It didn’t take long for you to change. You kept your sweater on but traded your jeans for the long black silk skirt that your mom had always liked on you. You hoped this slightly different outfit would be enough to satisfy her, and if not, you were willing to suffer through her inevitable look of disappointment. 

You lingered in your room, tidying up your desk for no particular reason and then deciding to remake your bed. It was clear that you were stalling, avoiding having to face your parents again, and as much as you wanted to continue doing that, you also didn’t want to leave Steve to fend for himself. You were supposed to be suffering together, after all. 

You immediately noticed the dining table when you walked out of your bedroom. The food was now nicely set out and there were even brown placemats sitting underneath the plates that Steve had already set out. It was all set up in a way that would’ve felt nice and wholesome if either of your families had ever remotely felt like the ones portrayed in most TV shows or movies. But, they weren’t anywhere close to being like that, so this all just felt weirdly forced.

Of course, you didn’t say that, though.

Instead, you sat down with everyone at the table and desperately hoped that the next few hours of your life would breeze by. 

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“From the brochure, the pictures of the cabin look really great. We hope it actually looks that way in person,” Steve’s mom, Christine, said. 

You took another bite of the mac and cheese on your plate as you continued to listen to your parents talk about their ski trip that was happening next week, which they had been doing for the last twenty minutes and you fully didn’t mind it. Since the conversation wasn’t centered on either you or Steve, things actually didn’t feel tense or nervewracking. If you could just make your parents talk about themselves during the entire dinner, you would probably end the night with a smile on your face. 

“Oh, and there are a lot of bedrooms too,” Your mom chimed in before taking another sip from the wine glass in her hand. “Maybe you two could take a trip up there soon and invite your friends to go too.” 

“Yeah, that would be nice,” You said with a small nod.

“Enough talking about the trip, though, that’s probably so boring for your kids to hear about,” Your dad said, and you internally sighed because you knew the exact direction the conversation was about to go in. You felt him look at you. “How’s school been going? The semester is almost over.”

“It’s been good,” You answered, keeping your response short and sweet. You decided not to mention that you really couldn’t care less about the majority of your classes because none of what you were doing in any of them felt like it really mattered. 

“Okay, and your grades and everything are fine, right?”

You only nodded in response to his question, hoping that your lack of actual words would signal to him that you wanted to bring an end to this topic of conversation. Of course, that was only wishful thinking.

“That’s good,” Your mom said. “You have to make sure your grades stay like how they were in high school, or even better, for when you transfer to the University of Chicago. We don’t want to have any reason for them not to accept you again.” 

You suddenly felt like you were right back in middle school and high school, where your conversations with your parents solely revolved around school; what your grades were, if you were doing your homework and completing assignments on time, and studying for tests. It always annoyed you that the only times they would bother to pay attention to you was when it came to that stuff. Other than that, you were always seemingly an afterthought, never a bigger priority than their jobs. 

In a way, this entire conversation should’ve been expected; it was always inevitable. Pretty much anytime you talked to your parents in recent months, the discussion always seemed to circle its way back to that school and you going there in two years instead of right now, like they had wanted you to.

“I’m still so surprised that you decided to not go to the University of Chicago now,” Christine said and you turned your attention to her. It was starting to feel a bit painful to you that the subject still hadn’t changed yet. “When Steve told me that you were going to go to the community college close by, I couldn’t believe it, honestly.”

You noticed your parents share a look upon hearing her words. The mix of disappointment and annoyance toward you that was shared between them in that moment felt palpable. 

“I didn’t think it was time to leave Indiana just yet. I’ll be going soon, though,” You said, keeping your voice light and plastering on a fake smile, even though all you wanted to do in that moment was leave the table and hideout in your bathroom for the rest of the night. 

You saw your dad smile a little and then you also noticed the look of relief wash over your mom’s face. For some stupid reason, you still felt the need to make them feel pleased with you. And somehow that made you feel even more upset with yourself than anything they had said to you so far tonight. 

The only thing that managed to make things feel remotely tolerable right then was Steve sitting across from you, giving you a look that said, “Everything will be okay.” For the time being, you chose to believe him and you simply took another bite of your food. 

You were about to say something about how good the turkey was so your moms would start talking about the restaurant they got all of the food from and why they chose it— you were sure that there was some story behind it all— and that would finally bring an end to the college conversation. But, before a word could leave your mouth, Steve’s dad began speaking. 

“Well, at least, you’re in college. We can’t say the same for Steve here.” He then looked at his son. “Do you really want to work at a video store for the rest of your life?”

 Christine let out a sigh. “Jeff.”

“What?” He shrugged as if his previous question wasn’t completely condescending. “I’m just asking a question.”

“I’m actually starting at the community college next semester,” Steve told his parents and you tried to hide your immediate confusion. “I found out I got in a few days ago.”

“Well, that’s great,” Christine said happily, and Jeff smiled approvingly as well. 

You had no idea Steve had gotten in or even applied, and you wondered if he was lying right then to just get his parents off his back, but you couldn’t tell. Something about the way he said it honestly felt pretty real. The only part that didn’t feel real was that you were finding out during this dumb dinner instead of at any other time. 

“So, I was wondering,” Your mom began and you braced yourself for the impact of whatever she was going to say. “Why did you two decide to get a hamster? I feel like it makes things smell a bit funny in here…”

A part of you was glad that the conversation finally shifted away from college. But you didn’t think that the passive aggressive comments toward the apartment would begin with Harold. 

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“Well, this night was fucking brutal.”

You let out a sigh. “You took the words right out of my mouth.”

Steve was doing the dishes as you put what was left of the food into tupperwares and then put them in the fridge. Surprisingly, it was a lot of stuff leftover; your moms definitely went overboard with the amount they had ordered. You and Steve already made plans to invite Robin and Eddie over tomorrow to have some of these leftovers.

“I’m actually glad that the dessert tasted bad since it made them want to leave early.”

“It was honestly a bit bittersweet because I was kind of excited for that pie,” You said as you placed the final tupperware of food into the fridge and then went over to Steve. “Oh, and also,” You punched his arm and ignored his immediate “ouch.” “Why the hell didn’t you tell me that the stars have finally managed to align and we’ll finally be going to the same school for the first time ever?”

He smiled a little at your dramatics. “I didn’t wanna make a big deal out of it just in case I somehow didn’t end up getting in. I swear I was gonna tell you tomorrow.”

“So, you did all of that annoying application stuff by yourself?”

“Robin helped me with it.”

“I would’ve been happy to help you,” You told him, and maybe you were being a bit overdramatic, but you actually felt slightly offended that he hadn’t wanted to come to you about this. 

The possibility of you two going to the same middle or high school was a far out idea that never happened because you lived in different towns. But, it was still something that was adamantly and wistfully talked about by you and him; how much more fun both of your school lives could be if they intersected in that way like the other parts of your lives did. 

Of course, going to the same college would’ve been the most obvious way for it to finally happen, but Steve never seemed that interested in going to college, and up until the last possible second you were being pushed toward Chicago by your parents. 

But now things were finally different.

“I know that you would’ve, but I didn’t want to talk about it to anyone, honestly. Robin saw me working on the application one day and decided to help,” He explained and you only gave him a small nod in response. “I didn’t even think I’d tell my parents about it, but when I heard my dad’s dumb comment about Family Video I felt like I had to say it so he wouldn’t keep looking at me like a disappointment.” He sighed. “And it’s kinda fucked up… I really don’t wanna care what my parents think about me and what I’m doing with my life, but I think there will always be a part of me that does.”

You thought back to your dad’s approving smile and your mom’s relieved look when you reassured them that you still planned to go to the University of Chicago; how much you still wanted to make them feel at least a little proud of you even though you knew you shouldn’t.

“Me too,” You said softly. 

“I’m glad we probably won’t have to see them again until Christmas.”

You sighed. “Apparently, my dad is gonna bring us a new lock for the door when they get back from their trip.”

“Oh,” Steve said and then smiled at you when it looked like he thought of something. “Okay, what are the odds that he’ll just send someone to put the new lock on the door instead of coming himself?”

You thought about it for a second. “Honestly, I’d say there’s a pretty good chance that would happen. He’ll probably be too busy with work after the trip to actually come and do it himself.”

“Okay, let’s hope for that,” He said as he finished washing the last plate and placed it on the drying rack. “So, since the dessert was a bust tonight, do you wanna go to the diner? I’m sure Mary would never fuck up her apple pie. And then when we get back, we can finish that bottle of wine that our moms left.”

You smiled at his suggestion. “You have a brilliant mind, Harrington.”

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let me know ur thoughts<333

(requests are open for stuff you wanna see in the universe/series!🫶🏾)

[hugsandchaos]

Ideas and scenarios for if Eudaemon was swapped so that the Links ended up in Danny’s universe

•Danny was hanging around one of his favorite spots, an abandoned observatory (which is not his haunt!!), when he saw a dark purple portal. He’d never seen a portal that wasn’t green, so this was very alarming. As he approached, Legend came out.

•Or, let’s say it was late and Danny wanted to check on his abandoned observatory and found the nine heroes. One of them was awake, so he kinda just approached in ghost form and was like “What are you doing in my house?”. After the old man, who was apparently nicknamed Time, explained how he and his group followed a shadow monster through a portal (which was strange, but okay), and seeing how the weather forecast predicted heavy rain soon, Danny was okay with them staying and invited Time and his group somewhere better suited in the building than the large room with cracked glass ceilings. He got some extra blankets from where he stored them and left a first aid kit with the group as well.

•Over the next few weeks, Danny would try to guide the group in ghost form and help them out. After all, this shadow monster could certainly cause some serious trouble for him. It’s not necessarily exhausting, but he already has so much on his plate, and now this? He’s usually pretty tired when they see him.

•The real trouble comes when they try to help out in ghost fights and meet him in human form. He appreciates the help, but they don’t have the right gear and knowledge yet! And he can’t let them figure out that he’s half ghost! He understood they have a strong sense of justice pretty quickly, and he absolutely dreads the thought of them trying to defend Danny, but only making things worse by getting the attention of ghost hunters.

•Danny teaching the Links hand-to-hand combat, gets sword lessons in return.

•Danny telling them that if they bring Wolfie out in public, they have to say he’s a husky or Alaskan malamute or animal control will be called. Wolfie doesn’t have to wear a collar, they can just say he’s chipped.

•Danny teaching them ghost stuff.

•The group gets a ghost guide!

And my favorite?

Danny gets shot out of the sky by his parents or other ghost hunters and the chains sees it. They rush to him and defend him from the ghost hunters. Bonus points if it’s the Fentons trying to capture “the ghost kid”, and tell the group that ghosts are evil and yada yada, and the chain hits them with logical questions and tells them about how they showed up to his house uninvited and he helped them rather than kick them out or attack them.

I desperately need the Links figuring Danny out and interrogating him about why he’s letting himself go on like this.

[doberbutts]

You've spoken some about the dammage being done by breeding all breeds for a similar temperment. I feel like I've seen this too, people want a dog for the look and then want all dogs to just be companions. Are you willing to talk more about why we don't want all breeds to be chill companion dogs?

Well, I'm not really sure if I don't think all breeds should be chill companion dogs, but I do think all dogs aren't correct being so.

You have to understand, we domesticated dogs not just for companionship but also to help us accomplish tasks. And sometimes, the temperament that helps us accomplish these tasks... make it more difficult for the dog to be a do-nothing couch pet that gets maybe a walk on the weekends. It's not a bad thing, necessarily. Different strokes, different folks. But it does mean that trying to force dogs which are bred to not do that to fit into that mold is not really feasible if we also want the dogs to be able to continue doing the job we asked them to do.

A friend of mine had a great pyr, who she got from someone who kept their dogs the way pyrs are traditionally kept. Outside, with the sheep, guarding the flocks with their livestock guardian bond day and night. She got this dog as a puppy. This dog grew into an adult that was absolutely miserable in the house. Everyone's lives got a lot easier when they fenced their lot and gave the dog the option to be in or out during the day. Suddenly, the dog's annoying and destructive behavior (largely barking and also trying to get outside) disappeared practically overnight when he discovered he could just. Go outside. She had no sheep, she lived halfway to the middle of nowhere, and he was usually found just hanging out on their back porch watching the world go by around him. Occasionally barking if a car came down their driveway (like my mom's car, to drop me off at her house, because we were kids).

The problem is that the thing that makes them really, really good at guarding the sheep can also sometimes make them not so good at being house pets that sleep on the couch. He did not want to sleep on the couch. He wanted to sit outside and watch for predators so that his "sheep"- the humans inside the house- could be protected by him. To take this urge away from him, would also make him be bad at guarding sheep.

I have a Greater Swiss Mountain Dog. They, too, were bred to hang out outside all day, helping with various chores as their humans worked on the farm. Sushi's favorite activity is, you guessed it, following me around the yard as I pull weeds and rake up sticks and take a hedge trimmer to my never ending war with woody invasives. She loves when I take her to her breeder's house to chase the sheep or pull the wagon. She goes absolutely bananas in my car when we pull up to a hiking spot to go climb a mountain that day. These are things that make her a good mountain dog.

Now I actually think that Swissies are slept on but otherwise great pet dogs if their needs are met, but I have been part of swissy pet groups ever since getting Sushi and I can see when people have problems with their Swissies as a direct result of their needs not being met. Once again, barking and destruction from boredom. Dogs that throw around their body weight with zero regard to the humans involved. Dogs that refuse to recall, or that make their owners chase them down to come inside. Pulling like a freight train on leash. Chasing down and nipping at running children. These are behaviors that, while annoying in their worst forms, are often stemming directly from instincts that make them good at the job they were meant to do.

Sushi doesn't do any of those things- but then Sushi gets to do fun things that are mountain dog adjacent, so she is able to be a mountain dog without being a bad pet.

As long as we want to have dogs that have jobs, we will also have dogs that maybe don't belong in the hands of those who want chill companions. And, similarly, as long as people's idea of a pet is the most low effort dog ownership possible and anything even slightly more difficult is too much to ask, breeding these working dogs to not work will only result in dogs that can no longer work.