#he probably think about tell him that once he knew Mae saw him

[windy-babe]

Oh my God, Brand was all this 6 (+) months waiting for Darius, crying over him, trying to believe that he was still alive, only because he needed it, he needed to tell him "when i told you to get out of your room more, i didn't meaned this" and honestly, i would do the same

[writingjjfics]

You're it for me

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Warnings: mentions of abuse, some angst but mostly an overdose of fluff

Request: Okaay hiiii, so I have an idea for the song based fics, crash by clara mae screams JJ for me like it's just so fitting! Like I think the song it's pretty fluffy on its own and maybe some angst but I would love it to be just fluff JJ x reader moments in their relationship uh uh maybe reader's a kook

Summary: Basically some fluff moments in the relationship between JJ and y/n (not in chronological order)

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: this is my first fic based of a song, so I'm sorry if it's not good but I loved to make it, even tho my motivation was goneee and the ending feels rushed

A/N2: excuse me for the ugly lyrics. The sizes kept changing and I couldn't fix it since Tumblr is being annoying.

I knew everything about you, things you're keeping to yourself Every inch of your body has something to tell I know you don't trust your dad 'cause he never tried to understand Apologizing for his problems, then did it again

It was late at night and you were in bed with JJ. You laid with your head on his chest and your fingers were slowly trailing down his abs. Now and then you came across a bruise, stopped your fingers, placed a kiss on the spot, and then continued tracing.

JJ doesn't have the best home situation. His mother left when he was very young and his father is an alcoholic and a drug addict who physically and mentally abuses him.

When you and JJ were just friends, he once came to you in the middle of the night, after a fight with his father, covered in bruises and cuts. That's when you learned about the physical abuse, but you always had your suspicions. After that night, JJ opened up more to you and you slowly fell in love. You became his home.

"When will you stop going home J? I don't want to see you hurt anymore" you spoke softly.

"And then what? It's not like I can live anywhere else" JJ replied slightly raising his voice. His home life was still a difficult topic for him to talk about.

"That's bullshit, and you know it. You can come live with me. My parents wouldn't mind. Or you could live with John B. He is-"

"y/n, I love you and I appreciate you wanting to help but this is my problem to deal with. I know what is best for me so let me handle it myself"

"Ok, suit yourself" you rolled your eyes and moved to the other side of the bed, with your back facing JJ. You could hear him sigh. It hurt you that JJ wouldn't accept your help, but he was right. He'll have to deal with it himself. It was quiet for a couple of minutes before JJ spoke up.

"I can't just leave him y/n. As much as I want to, when I leave, he will be alone and I just can't bear with that. He is still my father."

"Well, that's kind of his fault then" you answered still slightly annoyed.

You heard silent sobs behind you. When you looked over your shoulder you saw that JJ was crying. JJ didn't cry often. You've probably only seen him cry once or twice before. He really didn't like to talk about his feelings so every time something serious came up, he always tried to laugh it off with some sort of joke.

You turned around and moved closer to JJ.

"I- I hate him y/n, I hate him so much. I wish he knew how fucked up he really is" JJ spoke between sobs.

"Baby" You brought him closer to you and he buried his face in your neck. "You have every right to leave him. Maybe if you leave him for good, he'll finally realize what he's doing" JJ started to cry louder and you pulled him even closer. "You deserve all the love in this world J"

"I just feel so weak when it comes to him, if I can't even handle him then how am I going to handle anything else in life"

You gently pulled JJ away from you and gripped his chin lightly so that he would look at you. "Remember when you told me you loved me for the first time and how scared you were of being in a relationship?" JJ nodded. "Well, it's been three years now and we're still in a loving relationship, so I think you're handling that pretty well" JJ gave you a weak smile but you knew he wasn't fully convinced yet. "And remember when you always said you would never graduate high school?" JJ smiled when he knew what you were trying to tell him. He was so proud of himself when he received his diploma last year. "So it's bullshit that you are not able to handle life. You're just not able to handle Luke but I mean who would?" you wiped his tears away and placed a soft kiss on his right cheek.

"Thank you for always being there for me y/n, I wouldn't know what to do without you"

"I'm not going to let you figure that out, I'll always be by your side" you reassured him. "Well, except when we are old I will obviously have to die before you because it's definitely not gonna happen that I will have to live without you so yeah sorry in advance" you rambled on which made the both of you laugh.

"Want to take a shower?" you asked.

"Only if you are joining me" JJ wiggled his eyebrows and you knew exactly what he meant.

"Fine"

I know you're afraid you'll become just like him But you treat me better than I ever did You make me nervous in the best kind of way It's nothing about you that I wanna change

Spaghetti, candles, and slow music on the background. You were having a date night with JJ at the Chateau. JJ kicked John B out earlier today so he could have this night with you alone. It was a perfect night so far but you noticed that JJ wasn't quite there.

"Is something wrong J?" you asked confused.

He shook his head and continued moving the spaghetti around his plate instead of eating it.

"Okay, there is definitely something wrong"

JJ usually eats his food within a minute, like some kind of eating machine, so when he doesn't want to eat, something is clearly going on.

"Do you think we have a future together?" he spoke sadly.

"Yes, why not?" you chuckled slightly confused.

"What if one day you meet someone better and you figure out that I'm nothing more than a stupid kid you can't have a future with?"

It was at that moment you remembered that JJ went home earlier today.

"Does this have anything to do with your dad? Did he say something about us?" you asked concerned

JJ only shrugged his shoulders and avoided eye contact with you.

You looked at him sadly. All you could wish for at this moment was that JJ could see himself from your point of view. You moved to his side of the table and sat beside him taking his hands in yours.

"Can you please look at me?" you asked in the softest way possible.

When he finally looked at you, with his beautiful ocean blue eyes, you'd swear you could cry at how sad he looked. Like he could break at any moment.

"Listen to me J, and don't interrupt me, okay. Can you do that for me please?" you rubbed your thumbs over his hands to comfort him.

He nodded.

"I love you so much J and it still keeps growing every day. You were the first guy who made me feel safe, feel loved, and made me feel special. I love how you take care of me, how you make me your number one priority. I miss you when you're not close to me, even if you just go to the bathroom for a few minutes. You are the first person on my mind when I wake up, and the last person when I go to sleep. Not to forget how annoyingly sexy you are, you don't even have to try. Even after 15 years of knowing you I still get nervous when I see you, when you touch me, when you look at me. Or how excited I get when you text me or ask me on a date. It's not even fair what you do to me, but I wouldn't change it for anything. I just can't see myself with anyone else. Imagine I have to share the bed with some other boy or kiss someone else" you scrunched up your face with disgust which made JJ chuckle.

"You're it for me J. You're the guy I dreamed about when I was a little girl. I would be the dumbest person in this world to leave you. I can't wait to start my future with you. Buy our own house, marry you and make cute babies, a mini JJ would be so fucking cute." you giggled. "You are the best thing that ever happened to me okay. Fuck everyone else. It's you and me, baby. Forever. I love you"

JJ had tears in his eyes. He didn't know how to respond to this. How to respond to so much love, the love he never received before he met you.

"I love you too baby" he spoke before he leaned in to kiss you. "So much"

Your place, late nights, Cigarettes and cheap red wine Heartbreaks, real life, Feels a little scary 'cause it's Good, it's actually good, Bad, It's never that bad You would still be, The best I ever had if we crash The best I ever had if we crash

It's not common for you to be at JJ's house. That's because of his father. JJ doesn't want anyone near Luke. Too afraid he will hurt the ones he loves. The last time you were at his place was probably almost a year ago. So tonight was an exception. Luke went away for a few days, the Pogues were chilling at the chateau and your parents were having dinner with friends at your house so JJ invited you to his place for a movie date. He had cleaned the whole house before you came, and by cleaning he meant hiding all the junk in a place where you wouldn't see it, and bought you wine because you don't really like beer. It's the little things like this that make you love him so much.

You were currently cuddled up on the couch with JJ, empty pizza boxes next to you, and in the midst of watching bohemian rhapsody. You've seen this movie two times now but it doesn't stop you from enjoying it and singing along every time. The songs just make you very happy. You could feel JJ stare at you, and when you looked at him confused he had the biggest grin on his face.

"Something on my face?" you laughed.

"No, just enjoying my view" he said while smirking.

"Well, your view is right there, not here" you pointed to the television.

"I know, but I rather watch you" he kissed your temple and you rolled your eyes.

"You are so pretty, you know that right?" he whispered in your ear.

"I mean, you tell me every day, so I guess it has to be true" you tried to be sarcastic but his comment made you nervous. You loved how he still has that effect on you.

JJ chuckled and pulled you closer. His eyes wander down to your lips. "Prettiest girl in the world" he whispered again before leaning in and kissing you passionately. You ran your hands through his hair to deepen the kiss. With one swift movement, JJ flipped the both of you over so that he was now on top of you. His lips made their way down to your neck, giving it sweet kisses and lightly sucking it. You could feel his erection against your thigh.

"J" you moaned softly. He looked up at you again and smiled. "So fucking perfect" he mumbled while leaving kisses on your chest, slowly moving to your breast and belly.

"J, stop teasing. I need you" you moaned again.

JJ smirked and moved his hands to the button of your jeans. "You are lucky I need you too baby"

I know you don't always believe me, it shouldn't be that hard to tell The next day you will find it easy to just be myself Driving in your car, speeding in the dark, we don't have to say much Telling me how bad you want me, but scared you'll mess up

It was late at night. JJ just picked you up from your work and he drove back to the Chateau. You have always felt very comfortable around JJ because you've known him for a long time now, but ever since the two of you started dating a few months ago, you couldn't help but feel more nervous around him. You knew JJ was never a relationship type before, so somehow you're still worried that he'll suddenly want to break up with you one day.

You looked out the window enjoying the beautiful view, large trees passing by quickly, and the pretty sunset when you noticed Harry's new song on the radio. You turned up the volume and sang along loudly. JJ looked at you and admired how happy you seem. It made his heart beat faster. He knew he loved you for a while now but he was scared to tell you. He really wanted to make sure you knew but every time he tried to tell you he chickened out. He hated being so bad with his feelings. At that moment, an idea popped into his head. He took a turn toward the beach.

"Uh, the Chateau is the other way remember?" you said confused.

"I know, but I changed my mind" JJ tried not to give much away but he couldn't help the grin.

"Oh, so you're kidnapping me now Maybank?"

"Hmm, maybe. Just wait pretty" he moved his right hand from the steer to your thigh slowly moving his hand up and down.

Not long after, you arrived at the beach. JJ parked the car and you both got out. JJ held his hand out for you to take and with intertwined hands, you walked to the water. You walked along the water for a while talking about the day until you found a pretty spot surrounded by rocks and grass. You both lay down in the sand, you with your head on JJ's chest. You looked at the sky for a while in comfortable silence before speaking.

"I love how the sky looks at night, it's so pretty"

JJ spoke a soft "I know". The 'I love' made him realize why he was at the beach again. He had to tell you now. No. He wanted to tell you now.

"Uh, y/n" he started nervously. He wanted to be able to look at you as he said it so he put his hands in the sand to sit up slowly. You noticed his uncomfortable change of position and his nervous tone of voice. You thought this was it. The moment you feared for so long. The moment he would break up with you. Telling you how these last few months made him realize he wasn't capable of being in a relationship and he wanted to go back to just being friends. You were ready to cry. You looked at JJ and noticed he was trying to avoid your gaze.

"So uh, I've been meaning to tell you something and uh- I don't know, I- uh- I thought this was the right moment"

Fuck, here we go. Your heart sank. How the hell does he think this is the right moment to break up.

"I love you y/n. I love you so much." he blurted out before he could change his mind again. "I never felt so in love with someone before. I know I'm not the easiest with showing my emotions and I'm so fucking scared to mess up and for you to realize that you deserve someone better than me but you need to know that I love you. I'm ready to go all in with this relationship."

You chuckled nervously. "And here I thought you were gonna break up with me". JJ raised his eyebrows and looked at you confused. Before he could say anything, you shook your head and mumbled a soft "never mind". You moved closer to JJ. "I love you too J, and while you are afraid to express your feelings, for me this is also my first relationship where I really love someone. It's all new for me too and I'm scared as well but we can do this together. As long as we trust each other, we can make this work." JJ released a breath that he didn't know he was holding in and leaned in to kiss you. He didn't think he could love you even more at that moment, but he was wrong. He did. When you pull apart after the kiss, you just looked at each other in silence. You didn't have to say anything else. You knew each other's thoughts.

"Now, can we go back to looking at that beautiful sky" you said smiling.

[idle-compy]

s5 spoiler review ahead!!

Ok, so I didn't do a review while watching this time so we'll see how much I remember. Also, this is probably more of me talking about my favorite moments rather than a review

First of all, this season was so much better than 4. It actually developed the characters and focused on their relationships with each other. I loved the fact that the characters felt real. They were joking around, trying to have fun when it wasn't really the time. They were being kids. Also, so much more dinosaurs and so much less robots.

Yasammy canon?!?!?! I mean I knew it was gonna happen but when it happened?? Ya girl lost her mind. The kiss??? Absolutely spectacular. Sammy pretending like the didn't hear Yaz so she would repeat her confession?? They're secret "I love you" language?? I will never recover

And on that note, Ben being absolutely the perfect person for Yaz to go to about it. He knew exactly what to say and the scenes of him trying to get them together were so wholesome but also lowkey hilarious

And Ben in general?? Like they somehow took perfect s4 Ben and made him more perfect. Also that scene where Bumpy was going after him while controlled was insane. The way Ben was just going to accept his fate, but not blame Bumpy because she couldn't help it, and then she managed to break control of the chip so she wouldn't have to hurt him :'))

Also I'm so glad that Darius finally got to process and talk about his feeling with someone. Him lashing out at Kenji?? He has been way overdue for all that. I did appreciate that this season adressed the fact that he shoves his feelings down

Brand, Dave, and Roxie showing up early in the season was absolutely perfect. Even though it took them until the last episode to actually find them, I loved getting to watch the lead up to that. Also, Mae working with them was perfect

Mae was also a delight once again this season. The way she was willing to sacrifice herself to Nublar if it meant Mantah Corp not getting what they want. Absolutely iconic of her

Kenji's dad just kept getting more and more awful. Everything you think he couldn't get worse he did. It was hard to watch him lie and manipulate Kenji to get what he wanted. That showdown scene between him and Kenji at the plane?? He couldn't even tell his son he cared about him or that he loved him, and barely put up a fight to get Kenji on that plane before just leaving him there

I actually liked Kenji's development. Watching him slowly fall into this mold his father was making him into, working really hard just to make his dad happy, just to realize he cared about his business and his name more than his own child. The end where he realized he didn't really have parents anymore was painful

But, while it's depressing, he got a better family!!! Seeing Darius' mom take him in instantly made me cry so much

On that note, the reunions scenes!! When Darius and Brand saw each other again?? That's when my tears started and then didn't stop for the rest of the episode. Also seeing how excited Dave and Roxie got to see these kids they only knew for a week, and then the kids reuniting with their parents. I was just a sobbing mess by then

When it cut to grown Darius giving a speech, I just broke. He's grown so much!! And then Kenji was still there!! Living with him!! They're brothers!! And they we got to see the rest of the campfam??? Sammy and Yaz live together, Ben's off working alongside dinos with Mae, and Brooklynn's a detective?? Perfect. All of it. Except for Yaz, Sammy, and Ben's designs?? Yaz and Sammy just looked cheap (Sammy was still in the same shirt) and, I don't know, just wasn't really digging Ben's

Ok, now for some smaller things I loved that I can remember

Darius cried!! Three times!! Finally!!

"But have you ever though about that maybe you want be more than best friends?" "Um, Yaz. Bumpy's a dinosaur? I just don't think it would work"

Also Ben's awful accents?? Peak

Brands new jacket!!

I know I mentioned it above, BUT THE YASAMMY KISS?? I will never stop thinking about it

"I've been trying to tell you something all day just waiting for the perfect moment, but there are no perfect moments and even though I probably still smell like the tunnel and it looks like you have nothosaurus drool in your hair and Ben is standing right there... I can't wait another minute to tell you how I feel!!"

The kids creating a new watering hole for the dinos!! And they dived off the cliff into it!! And Yasammy jumped together!! Holding hands!!

The Nublar Six. That's all I'm gonna say

Ok this is all I can think of for now!! It will probably be updated throughout the day

[autumnworld19]

Autumn!!!! That ask you sent me????? I literally cannot stop thinking about it!!! The fact he was falling in love with her while she was just trying to survive by seducing the (at the time) least threatening man she's met to give her a sense of protection. I love!!!!!! that she is finally able to run away and thinks she is able to start a new in a small village in a hidden valley. but in the months following she realises she hasn't bled and her dresses are getting tighter around her stomach and she wakes in the night to release her stomach. and it just dawns on her that she's pregnant. I think it would be so difficult for her, she wants to forget that terrible time and the fear and yes even the father of her baby (she's got a big storm coming). I think the midwives would help her knowing her history and thinking she was forced and I think she would not want to admit she gave herself freely to him. and when the babies come, the three of them, and they look exactly like their father she would just break down into tears, she was hoping the baby (now babies) would look like her as a way of forgetting it all or pretending it never happened. but she of course falls in love with her little babies. years past and the boys are still young when the town is attacked, and a massive red-headed warrior is breaking down her door. she won't go quietly. she tries to fight him when her littlest triplet is still sitting near the door and he just looks up at this massive fur-covered beast of a man. of course, she gets knocked out. and the warrior just looks down at this lady with these three boys around her and he is instantly aware of who she is, he's been looking for her for years now. he's just carrying her away over one shoulder and the three boys in his other arm. the boys love him. he sounds funny, has hair like they do and tells grand stories. she wakes up in his tent to the sounds of her kids laughing at this huge man doing shadow puppets. she, of course, freaks out and is throwing her boys behind her while holding a knife towards him. she doesn't really recognise him, he's bigger, gruffer looking, and has more hair on his head and face. he does kind of remind her of the sweet boy she once knew but this man is rough, mean and crude. but she slowly recognises him and just drops the knife.

Please!!!!!!!! tell me how it continues!!!!!!!!! I wanna hear what you think would happen next <3 <3

lots of love!!!!!! mae xx

OH MY GOD! AS WERID AS THIS SOUNDS THIS IS THE FIRST TIME SOMEONE SENT ME A ASK. IM SO EXCITEDD!!!! THANK YOU!!! I can see their first encounter happening because she snuck onto the military base to steal food, then she gets caught by him. as he begins to pull out his sword He tells her something along the lines “you must not value your hands” (the punishment for stealing is getting your hands cut off. Because you can’t steal if you don’t have hands 😅) Then at the last minute to sedate him she tells him how she purposely let herself get caught so she can meet Him, and he’s like what the fuck are you talking about. She goes on rant how she saw him and is sexually interested in him etc etc. And you can guess from there what happens 😏. He recognized her immediately. I mean how couldn’t he? She was all he could think about, she was became his thoughts in the day and she was his dreams during the night. Okay I mentioned this in the last ask I sent but you probably didn’t know what it said due to autocorrect :/ When she meets up with after few years she dosen’t recognize him because he was wearing those metal helmet. I’ll send you a picture later 😌

While she was away playing mother he was flying through the ranks. I don’t know how to explain but he once was a unmotivated and hopeless young man it didn’t matter to him if he was gone the next day, that’s mainly the reason why he joined. He just wanted some natural disaster to sweep him away, but after y/n, she became his anchor. She’s what ties him to the earth. I can imagine him worried that she got scared and ran away due to the battle. So he dosen’t know or believe that she was running away from him. All that’s important is that she out there scared and lost and she needs protecting, especially since there’s a possibility so could be carrying his child. This was confirmed when traveling through the continent and drinking away at a pub, when he overhears a about this “witch” down at the peninsula who not only gave birth to one of those red hairs, but three at the same time (let’s pretend that red hair is rarer that it’s usually is). Let’s just say that fisherman got a physical lesson to not gossip ever again.After knocking her out, he carries her to his own personal land that was gifted to him from his king for all the work he’s done for the kingdom (supposedly claiming regions under the name of the king, but in reality he went to places to search for the reader and when he didn’t find her he was like “while I’m here…”). I can imagine how awkward he would be around the boys, like scratching the back of his neck awkward. After what seemed to be forever they stop crying after pure exhaustion. They see this stranger as their enemy after he hit mama and her in a deep deep sleep. But suddenly he offered them a big fat juicy slug of a meat that he calls buffalo, and after that he dosen’t seem that bad. And starts sharing all types of meat with them, like goat, cow, deer and other big animals they never seen or heard of! Then he starts to show off his weapons, because suddenly when he does cool tricks with them they aren’t so scary. And I love that fact he does shadow puppets! He tried to make up stories for them and do funny voices (even high pitched ones but they have to swear they that they won’t anyone). When it becomes clear he isn’t going to hurt them, especially when they see him dote on their mama (she’s still a sleep). And the other warriors aren’t so bad either! They all come around the fire to eat while tell stories. Talk about how they lost their teeth’s or limbs, the scars ranging from their legs to their faces. Or they ask each questions like “what animal would you like to be reborn to”, for scary men they talk about the most upbeat stuff. When asked him he said he wanted to be the most least intimidating and smallest furry creature ever like rabbit or a cat, everyone’s looking at this big beefy 6ft tall man with big ole hands that can easily break someone’s back like: 👁️ 👄 👁️. But quickly changes his answer when it occurs to him that he can’t protect y/n in such a fragile state, he reasoned she wouldn’t have problem loving a bear when she fell in love with him and despite knowing what he looks like. The trip there was fun, for the boys at least. They got to ride on horses, try catch fishes (emphasize on try) while their father just casually catches fish with his bare hands, taking baths in lakes, and eating meat. Back at home they don’t usually eat meat, they only had sheep, chickens and cows and used them for clothing, milking and sometimes as food. It wasn’t until they finally settled into his home on his land that she finally wakes up. She stumbles out of this grand home onto the backyard when she hears the laughter of her sons, she sees this huge bear of a man pulling one of her sons into the air by his leg, her heart just drops. And starts yelling and when their father goes up to comfort her coincidentally she throws up on him and then pasts out again. I’ll send another pt 2 it’s wasn’t until I was about to answer your questions that suddenly I can’t type anymore 😅. Hoped you liked it :))))

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

Holy shit, I just got an email with a video from Stuart Goldsmith, the guy who does The Comedian’s Comedian podcast. A guy I hadn’t heard of (well, I think I sort of had because I knew what the podcast was and had seen the name of the guy who ran it, but that was it) until last month, but I’ve now heard a bunch of episodes of his podcast and they’ve all been very good and I’ve come to very much like him. The Russell Howard episode was so good that I ended up signing up for a monthly donation, because that was the requirement to get extra content, including a bonus 50-ish minutes of that interview. It was just a small donation that I made, and when I first made it I figured I could just sign up and then cancel as soon as I’d listened to the one interview I wanted, but then I decided I’d feel guilty for sort of gaming the system that way, given that this system is one guy doing a podcast that’s given me some great entertainment and will keep doing so. So I’ll keep it up for at least a few months.

Anyway, when I saw that in my inbox, I thought that was cool, they send out a video to people who sign up for a new recurring donation. I figured it would just be one “thank you for your donation” video that gets sent to everyone, until I got 13 seconds into it and he said my name and scared the shit out of me. Have you ever watched something that you thought was the video equivalent of a “form letter” and then your name got dropped in the middle of it? It freaked me right out.

Anyway, once I got over that it was cool. It was about a minute and a half, and it’s cool that this guy takes the time to record something like that for everyone who signs up, given that I’m pretty sure his podcast is quite popular. Cool… but definitely weird. One of those sharp reminder moments of “Oh shit I technically exist on the same plane of reality as these people.” This morning I was listening to this guy chat with Fern Brady, and before that I’ve heard him chat with Russell Howard and Joe Lycett and Mae Martin and Dara O’Briain and Mark Watson and Tim Key and Nish Kumar and Josie Long and Andy Zaltzman and David O’Doherty and Ed Byrne and Susan Calman and Rhod Gilbert, and I have about 18 more episodes downloaded of him talking to comedians I like, and now I’ve heard him say my name. That is too few degrees of separation.

There’s a bit underneath where I can comment. Am I supposed to? I assume not, but he talked at me unexpectedly for 90 seconds; if anyone else did that I’d consider it rude to not at least say thank you. I am not used to being put in a situation of direct communication with these people.

I mean, I have a number of things I could say to him. “Just so you know, last month I entered into a deal that means I now need to get a cat and name it after you because you got David O’Doherty to tell me what the term ‘Chocolate Milk Gang’ means. Any preferences on the breed of cat that will be named in your honour?”

…Yeah, I think I’ll just leave it. I bet he gets that from every monthly subscriber in replies to his videos, he’s probably sick of hearing it.

Seriously though, he is a very good interviewer; he clearly found a niche that fits well with his skills and ran with it. It’s a great podcast that I highly recommend to anyone who’s interested in British comedy generally or in any of the people he’s interviewed, which is quite a lot of people. And if you sign up to pay him money, even just a small amount, he’ll send you a video where partway through he’ll say your name and it might cause you to nearly spit water on your computer like I did.

[batztrangem]

Sweet Tea (Thomas Hewitt/Pregnant!Reader)

Author's Note: I'm a simp. I'm a whole freaking simp. The only reason why I like the TCM remake and its prequel is because of Thomas. This oneshot idea has been in my head for months. It's a short oneshot and has a little bit of fluff. The reader is a pregnant person so....yeah. This is a pregnancy oneshot. There's not much for me to say. Also this has a lot of family talk about the Hewitt family. I know there's some discourse amongst the horror community on how each character is related. My research is based on the extended lore in the Texas Chainsaw Massacre comic books, not just the remake. Enjoy!

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I woke up to an unusually cold bed. My eyes were closed tight as I tried to block out the morning light. I pulled the covers closer to me in an attempt to get warm.

A cold front had moved through Texas the night before, and the temperature had dropped significantly. I knew it wouldn't be that cold outside, but it was definitely chilly in the drafty Hewitt household.

I turned around, reaching for Thomas to pull him closer. But instead of feeling his chest like I normally would, I was met with the sensation of cool sheets underneath my hands.

My eyes opened, and to my surprise, Thomas was gone. I sat up and yawned, stretching my arms as I did so. I looked around our room and saw that Thomas' work apron was gone from the spot he normally left it.

I got out of bed and got dressed. Once I was finished, I made my way downstairs. The floorboards of the old house creaked as I made my way down the hallway. There was a faint sound coming from the kitchen, which I decided to follow.

Luda Mae stood at the sink, washing a couple of dishes. Her grey hair was pulled back into a bun, and her glasses were on the very edge of her nose.

Over the years, Luda had become somewhat of a second mother to me. She was ecstatic to welcome me into the family. She never thought that Thomas would ever fall in love with anyone, so it was safe to say she was happy to see him in love. Looking back, I think she was also really excited to have another woman in the family. And now she was even more excited to have a baby soon running around.

Luda only had one biological child, and that was Hoyt. Thomas was like her adoptive son, but he had gained the label of "nephew" by Hoyt. Hoyt was much older than Thomas so he didn't view Thomas as a younger brother. Eventually, everyone just started referring to Tommy as Hoyt's nephew instead.

Luda also didn't have any grandchildren. Neither did her brother Monty. Their sister, Gloria, had a daughter and a grandson of her own though. It wasn't until I came along that she was finally going to get the opportunity to be a grandmother.

I leaned on the doorframe of the kitchen and placed a hand on my stomach.

"Luda, where's Thomas?" I questioned.

She glanced over at me and turned off the water in the sink. She dried her hands on her dress and turned to me.

"Oh, Hoyt needed his help with something. I think we got some trespassers last night. They're probably out looking for them," she said.

"Oh, okay," I said.

She walked over to the counter. On the counter were what appeared to be two small laundry baskets. However, I could tell just by looking at them that the contents of the baskets were not laundry.

I walked over to her and peeked into the baskets. They were filled with neatly placed mason jars. I picked one of the jars up and looked inside. They were filled with jerky. I couldn't tell what the meat was, but I probably didn't want to know anyway.

"Would you like to help me in the meantime?" Luda asked.

"Yes, ma'am," I said, nodding my head.

I placed the mason jar back into the basket.

"Help me carry these down to the shop," she said, gesturing to the baskets.

I nodded and took one of the baskets. I held it on my side with one arm, avoiding my stomach.

Luda and I made our way outside. The air was cooler than usual, but it was a comfortable temperature. It was a nice change to the extreme heat of Fuller, Texas.

It wasn't until my feet touched the cold dirt road that I realized I was barefoot. It didn't bother me, however. I just watched the ground as I walked, avoiding anything that looked potentially sharp.

We talked as we made our way down the long dirt road and onto the paved road. Luda's butcher shop wasn't that far from the house, but it still took a while to get there on foot. After about twenty minutes, we made it to the small butcher shop on the side of the road. We went inside and sat the baskets down behind the glass counters.

"Thank you, dear," Luda said as she began to put the jars of jerky on the shelves of the store.

I joined her, helping her stock the shelves.

"Now, do me another favor and take a couple of these down to Gloria and Henrietta. Then you can head back to the house," Luda said.

She handed me two jars of the jerky and sent me on my way.

Gloria was Luda and Monty's sister. I often referred to her as The Tea Lady. She was a very heavyset woman with short dark hair. She often sported a pair of glasses and a floral dress. She was softspoken and had a fondness for tea. She enjoyed making it and experimenting with new flavors.

Her daughter was Henrietta. She was in her late twenties and didn't resemble her mother at all. The only thing they really had in common appearance-wise is that their hair was short and choppy. Henrietta actually had more in common with her Uncle Monty. She was tall and lanky just like him. She often looked like she didn't eat much. Their house, which was a small trailer, was in between the trail from Luda's butcher shop to our house.

I approached their tiny trailer and walked up the steps. I knocked on the door and it creaked open slowly. Henrietta's sunken eyes looked through the crack, ensuring it was someone she knew before opening the door all the way.

"Hi, (Y/N)," Henrietta said.

"Hey, I brought you and your momma some jerky. Luda Mae made it a few days ago," I said, holding out the two jars.

She opened the door a little bit more and took the jars in her hands.

"Thank you. Wanna come in?" she offered.

I smiled and nodded. I walked in after her and closed the door behind me. Their entire house smelled like an odd combination of tea leaves and cigarette smoke. Normally the smell didn't bother me but because I was eight months pregnant the smell didn't agree with my senses.

"Momma, (Y/N) is here. Look what she brought," Henrietta said, walking into the kitchen.

Her mother sat at the table, reading a book.

"Oh, thank you so much, (Y/N). Be sure to tell Luda I said thank you as well," Gloria said, smiling.

Henrietta sat the jars on their kitchen table and turned back to me.

"Have you guys seen Hoyt or Thomas today? Luda Mae said we might've had trespassers last night," I asked.

"I didn't see them but I heard a chainsaw early this morning," Henrietta said, shrugging.

She walked back over to me and stuck her hand out, feeling my belly.

Just like Luda Mae was excited for me to join the family, so was Henrietta. Ever since I had met her she had become a shy sister-like figure in my life. She was also equally excited for the baby.

"Well if you see any trespassers come this way be sure to slip them some of that," I said, gesturing to a black ceramic jar on the table.

I knew the jar was filled with a special tea that they only ever served to strangers. The tea leaves had been mixed in with arsenic.

"That's momma's specialty," Henrietta joked, taking her hand off of my stomach.

"Speaking of my specialty, feel free to take you a box of tea. It's the least I can do to thank you guys for keeping us so well fed," Gloria said from her spot at the table.

Henrietta went over to the cabinets in the kitchen and pulled out a box of tea. She handed it to me and smiled.

"Thank you. I'll see you guys later," I said, turning to leave.

"Bye!" I heard Henrietta say as I closed the door.

I made my way back out to the dirt road and began walking back to the house. I slowly walked, mainly because I was already tired, but also because I took a bit of time to read the box of tea. I held the box in my hand as I read the back of the box.

A few minutes passed, and I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts but the sudden sound of screaming.

"Help me!" I heard a girl scream.

My head shot up at the sudden sound. Down the dirt road, I could see a figure in the distance. I squinted my eyes a bit to better see. It was a girl, more than likely a teen, running for dear life.

"Help me please!" she screamed.

I paused and stopped walking. It was just then that the girl saw me from down the road.

"Run! Run the other way! They're coming!" she yelled at me.

The poor girl ran up to me. She was in hysterics, yelling and limping. I looked down at her leg and noticed a large gash in her thigh. She would be lucky if she didn't bleed to death from it.

"Come on! They'll kill you!" she exclaimed, thinking I was also in immediate danger.

The girl grabbed my arm and attempted to pull me with her. I attempted to pull my arm away to no avail.

"Get off of me, Jesus!" I said as I began to grow frustrated.

"You don't understand! They're coming! They'll kill us both!" she pleaded.

She pulled my arm again. This time she reached for my other arm, attempting to drag me by both my arms. In her state of panic, she twisted my arm as she began pulling me down the street. I pulled my arms away from her, and she grabbed them again.

She was so busy trying to save me that she didn't even notice the figure quickly approaching from behind her.

"I said GET OFF!" I yelled, pushing her back.

There was a sudden roar of a chainsaw, and the girl stumbled back, impaling herself on Thomas' chainsaw. Blood splattered across my face and clothes as the chainsaw tore through the girl's abdomen. Her body slumped over and dropped to the ground as Thomas turned the chainsaw off.

"Is that all of them?" I questioned.

He nodded his head and walked closer to me. His hand gently caressed my face. I could tell it was his silent way of asking if I was okay.I brought my hand up to his and patted it.

"I'm fine, Tommy," I said.

I leaned up, kissing him on the cheek. I then brought his hand down and placed it on the top of my belly.

"They're fine, too," I reassured.

He nodded again and sighed in relief.

"Well, then. Let's go home and get cleaned up. Look what I got," I said, holding up the box of tea.

We walked home, and I talked as we approached the house. Thomas sat down in a rocking chair on the front porch, noticeably tired. I made my way inside and upstairs. I took off my clothes as I walked into our bedroom, placing them in a laundry basket. I got redressed and then cleaned my face, washing off the blood in the bathroom sink.

As I made my way downstairs I decided to make some of the tea Gloria had gifted us.

Once I was in the kitchen, I boiled the water and made the tea. We lived in the south, so it was only natural that I made the tea sweet. I grabbed two glasses, filled them with ice, and then poured the tea.

I walked out onto the front porch and handed Thomas a glass.

"Here you go, sweetheart," I said quietly.

He took the glass from my hand gently.

There was no one around but me, so I reached behind his head, unbuckling his leathery skin mask. I leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss. I then took a seat beside him in my own chair.

He took a sip from his drink as we both sat on the porch, rocking back and forth. I reached my hand across the gap between our chairs and rested it on his free hand. He took his hand in mine and held it, not letting go for hours.

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Author's Note: And that's all for now! It didn't turn out exactly how I wanted it to. It kind of sucks but oh well. I hope you enjoyed it!

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The red wedding

The boyz 12th member

Mae’s masterlist

“Behind Kingdom’s 4th and 5th episodes” 

a/n: Feel free to share your thoughts with me. Requests are open!🧡

Mae watched one by one the cameras turn away from the group, indicating their performance for SF9’s O sole mio was officially done. Looking at the members finally taking big breaths, some huddling around Sangyeon, while others made random comments about what had happened in the middle of it.

“Hey, you did great” Juyeon materialized in front of the girl and pulled her for a hug. And though she knew their tango partner work had gone smoothly, Mae couldn’t share his excitement as she met Sunwoo’s worried expression over Juyeon’s shoulder.

After being heavily encouraged, if not forced, into the introduction/middle dace sections, the girl had hyperfocused into practicing those routines with Juyeon in order for it to turn out nice. That resulted in Mae not working enough on the rapping segment, her and Sunwoo were in charge of. 

And while she hadn’t messed it up in any of the run through. The girl made a noticeable mistake on the actual live version by starting her rap one beat earlier, making the transition from her to Sunwoo way too long and awkward.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that noticeable” Sunwoo approached her while Juyeon was walking away and Mae shook her head, knowing he was saying that only to comfort her.

“They’re going to kill me” Her voice was unsteady by the nervousness.

The creative director had made such a huge deal for Mae to take on the “main” dancer role for once. And with the CEO telling her it would be children’s play to deliver her part. She knew they would be pissed because of a mistake in an area she was known to master.

Feeling like a disappointment, she bit her lips and kept her head low. She started praying that everyone would ignore her teary eyes, while simultaneously thinking about the scolding she might get afterwards.

“Are you actually crying or is it an act” Hyunjae playfully bumped hips with her and gave her a side hug. The girl glared his way, ready to shove him away when he resumed speaking, “It was a dumb mistake. I doubt many people will catch on to it”.

“It’s so stupid” She sniffed annoyed, “I know I could have done it perfectly”

“You did so much more today. That opening was so intense and you killed it. Don’t let one small detail mess up this achievement” Rubbing her arm, Hyunjae guided them into the hallway.

The Mnet staff urged her and Sangyeon to do their interviews first, since they seemed the most shaken up. So, after they were both done, it was just them waiting for the rest of the members to arrive at the dressing room.

“It could have happened to anyone, you know. Don’t stress about it” Sangyeon gave her a sort of convincing smile, making Mae rest her head on his shoulder.

Sighing, she held his hand and asked, “What did you even do? I only saw the boys trying to comfort you”.

“The torch didn’t catch on fire” Also sighing, he rolled his head back.

“At least that wasn’t your fault. It had a fifty-fifty chance of working” The girl tried to console him, but instead he laughed ironically.

“If we’re talking about probabilities, everything has a fifty-fifty chance of going right or wrong”

“I’m not the best at math, but I’m pretty sure that’s wrong. Because, you see, if I had practiced more, the chance of me getting the timing right would have increase. But I’m pretty sure you can’t train fire to light up at the right time, so you were totally up for probability”.

Letting go of her hand, Sangyeon’s frown indicated his concern, “I think we should stop our pity party because you’re starting to sound insane”

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:*・°☆

Sitting back at the stage, Mae tried her best to hide her disappointment as the ranking got updated and The Boyz dropped from second place to last. Their scores being the same as before, exposing they had not gotten a single vote from the other groups.

She gave a tight smile to TVXQ’s Changmin, the MC, when he looked over to check their reactions. Then proceeded to look ahead with a blank stare. At that point, Mae just wanted to go home, sit around in her dissatisfaction for some minutes before going back to work as if she wasn’t actually sad.

“It’s okay. We’ll work harder next time” Jacob whispered from her side and she nodded to him.

At the moment that segment finished, all the groups had to go back to their waiting rooms and wait for one final interview round.

Walking silently, Mae sends a couple of waves and smiles to the other groups, occasionally throwing a congratulation when it seemed fit. When she was passing by Stray Kids, Minho casually walked to her side, following her back into the hallway.

“I’m sorry” He humbled apologetic.

Rolling her eyes, Mae scoffed, “Sorry for what? We’re in this shit show together, it’s not like you sent me to war and sat around watching it”.

“She’s not making much sense today, please excuse her” Sangyeon laughed, walking quicker than they were and quickly passing them.

“Also, don’t make it obvious” Bang Chan pointed at them and followed behind the other leader, making both Mae and Minho scoff.

The boy shrugged, still walking slowly, and pulled her closer to the side, so they weren’t in the middle of the path “Well, going back to what I was saying. I’m sorry for not voting for you guys”.

“I don’t expect you to vote for my group just because we’re dating” Mae said matter-of-factly.

Feeling like he was walking on thin ice, Minho frowned, “You don’t?”

“Nah. I wouldn’t vote for us either, not after I blew it up and messed up the rapping”.

“You did?” He made an exaggerated surprised face, making Mae squint. Smiling embarrassed, Minho continued, “I kind of noticed it when it happened, sorry. But this kind of stuff happens-”

“I know. Thanks for the pep talk, now go back to your group” The girl pushed his arm and pointed at the rest of Stray kids, who were now all gathered near the interview room.

“You’re really not mad?” He started walking but turned around to check on her one last time.

“I’m not”  Rolling her eyes, she thought for a second before confessing “I’m mad at myself but whatever”

“Mae” In a scolding tone, he got ready for another lecture, but the girl turned him around and pushed him towards his group.

“You need to go, the staff is staring at us weirdly”

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Nothing - C. D

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x fem! Reader

Summary: Fears arise when Y/N wants to tell Cedric how many people she’s been with.

Warnings: mentions of sex, angst, swearing, not virgin reader.

A/N: yes this is based off of my feelings and Y/N is me but also this ones for my high body count bitches <3 ur sexy luv u xx.

He was perfect, absolutely flawless. The Golden Boy of Hogwarts stood tall and lean in his quiditch uniform, talking to some mates. I watched from the stone archway as I didn’t want to interrupt the conversation, not that he would have minded much. Cedric was always happy to see me, he loved dropping everything if it meant I was beside him.

His conversation ended once he spotted me and his face lit up in a smile. He did a small jog over to my place on the stone pillar, he immediately pulled me into a warm hug; which despite it being September and warm outside, I accepted with open arms. The scent of his cologne filled my head, replacing the world around me.

“Hey,” he lifted his head and kissed the top of mine, “I feel like I haven’t seen you in months.”. I smiled, he was in love with me and we both knew it.

“You just saw me like two hours ago.” I laugh and pull away. Six months of seeing each other and our relationship was exciting and we longed to see each other constantly. As we walked, our hands linked together, it was natural for us.

“You know,” Cedric said as we tossed our books onto the plush grass, “Christmas break is coming up.”

“Yeah, I guess it is.” I reply, shrugging my shoulders. “You’ll go home, I stay here as per usual?”

“Actually, I’ve convinced my Dad to go visit some relatives in America, so I’ll be here.” He noticed my confused expression. “I just want to spend this year with you, since you never go home and your owl isn’t the best at flying to a location.” I laughed, he wqs right; my owl was a poor bastard.

“I see...are you sure you won’t miss home? Theres not going to be anyone here - I mean except the handfull of other Hufflepuffs that stay. Its awfully boring.” I watched his face soften, leaning in closer to me.

“Thats exactly why I wan’t to stay.” The air outside was cold, but his warm body made it bearable. “You’ve never spent the night with me - sleeping in my bed, I mean. I dunno, just kind of thought you might like a sleep over in the prefects dorm.”.

“Oh.” I looked back down at my feet, avoiding his eyes. He was right, we’d never been in the others room, never mind going to sleep in it. I knew he would never expect me to have sex with him, he genuinely just wanted to see me - to hold me for just one night.

“I know we haven’t ever...y’know, so I of course don’t think this is my lucky chance or anything. Although, if it were I would love it - because you know it would be my first time-“ he quickly shut up when he realized I had gone stiff. There it was, the truth that he could tell me and I couldn’t tell him; He was a virgin, I was far from it.

“I need to um...I need to think about it. Okay, Ced? Don’t think you’ve said anything wrong, I’m just afraid that I might.” Kissing him on the cheek, I stood and walked towards the library. “Fuck.” slithered out of my mouth as I made my harsh steps.

The library was dim, candlelight and sounds of quills filling it. I spotted my closest friend, Mae, and thumped myself down into the wooden chair next to her.

“If you’ve come to arrange Hogsmeade plans I’m afraid Professor-“

“Cedric’s a virgin.” I said quietly, she relaxed and looked sympathetically at me.

“Haven’t we known that?”

“Well...yes, but he confirmed it. He wants me to spend the night with him.”

“And you don’t want to?” there was a hint of amusement in her voice.

“No!” I whispered, “Of course I do. Everytime I see him in that quidditch jersey I wanna give him a proper shag.”

“He is absolutley fit, who wouldn’t?” I glared at her. “So, whats the problem then?”

I huffed and rolled my eyes to the back of my head. “I haven’t told him how many I’ve had. He thinks I’m as pure as can be.” Maes face fell along side my own.

“Honestly, Y/N? Cedric loves you so I don’t think it will be too much of an issue, if it is then he’s not worth it. Besides its not like over three, yeah?” I quickly lost eye contact with her. “Oh.”

“Over five, to be honest.” I shamefully admit.

“Listen, whatever number it is won’t matter to him. He cares about you, not how many lads you’ve shagged.” Mae stood and collected her belongings, “I’ve gotta run, I’ll see you at dinner in a few.” We waved goodbye to each other.

The next Saturday soon approached, and most of the young witches and wizards departed in its place. Mae had gone home for the holidays, offering me her long distanced support for the talk I needed to have with Cedric. I desperately wanted to avoid it, telling him could ruin everything I’d come to love.

I softly knocked on the smooth wooden door, listening to the shuffle behind it. Cedric opened it and ushered me in, taking my jacket off as soon as I was. His room was warm, rather small yet clean as could be. It could only fit his twin bed, a dresser, and a desk, all the necessities.

“Would you like to borrow one of my sweaters? I don’t want you to be cold or anything?” He said nervously.

“Oh, I’m alright, this is one of your sweaters actually” I pulled at the hem of my top, we both gave a soft laugh. “Its sort of strange,” I looked around the space, “being in your room, I mean. Nice, welcome of course, yet its still a strange feeling.”

“Theres not much option for seating, so I’ll let you have your choice.” I smiled and studied the chair, it was old and wooden.

“I’ll take the bed, I suppose.” I sat down on top of the yellowish orange quilt and he made himself comfortable on the chair. “Cedric, I need to talk to you about something.” His smile turned to a worried expression. “Do you want to be physical with me? I of course want you more than anything, but I know you’re a virgin so I want to wait for you to be ready. I want you to trust me, and I don’t know. If you don’t want to be intimate yet then we can leave this discussion til then, its not pressing.” I looked down at the floor, feeling the bed dip next to me as he sat. He took my hand into his, tilting his head down so he could look me in the eye.

“Y/N, of course I do. Nothing you tell me is going to change how much I love you, nothing. Please, don’t feel like you must hide yourself from me.” His eyes were gentle, his voice smooth as honey.

“I’m not exactly first in line for the chastity competition, well - actually, I’m probably not even tenth. Its not in the hundreds or anything like that, but there are a number of lads who have seen me in compromising positions. I don’t have anything, but if you want to hold off on being intimate I completely understand.” He brought his hand to my cheek, bringing my face to look at his. He kissed me gently and squeezed my left hand.

“Like I said, nothing is going to change how much I love you. I don’t care if its three or three million, you know it will never be the same with them as it will be with me, because I love you, and you’re the woman I’ve been waiting to give my virginity to.” he wrapped his warm arms around me, pulling me into his chest. “I love you, Y/N”

“I love you. Would it be a bad time to ask if you have a johnny tonight, just for future reference of course.” we both smiled, the room being filled with a mixture of love and warmth.

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Let the Right One In

A/N: So this is for @boldlyvoid 's challenge. I had so much fun writing this. Even though I'm still super anxious about posting my stories. It's been a pleasure and an honor getting to know you Em. Congratulations on reaching 2k! 🖤

Warning: Mentions of insecurities. Maeve Donovan. Faking a death.

Word count: 2,082

It was midday when I heard knocking on the front door. I was half tempted not to answer. Spencer was away on a case and neither him nor I were expecting anyone. Anyone that would come over at all was away on the case with him or states over. So who could be coming over unannounced? I clumsily headed towards the door. My fuzzy socks are making it difficult to stay balanced on the hardwood floor. A knock came again. It was gentler this time. 

I looked through the peephole and saw a small woman looking around nervously leaning from foot to foot. “Who is it?” I wondered if I could at least get a name. 

“I’m here to see Doctor Spencer Reid. I got his address from Aaron Hotchner.”

  My face blanched at the sound of Hotch’s name. It had been quite some time since anyone had mentioned him. After he went into protective custody with Jack even though the reaper was dead he still chose to stay away. Contact with him was rare and slim. I quickly opened the door and watched her jump back slightly. 

“Who are you?” she asked. She looked around the same age as him. She is actually quite beautiful. I wonder how Spencer knows her? 

“ I’m Y/n Reid.” She tilted her head to the side as she studied me.

 “I didn’t realize Spencer had a sister.” She finally met my gaze and smiled.

 “Is he here or do I need to come back at another time?” A small laugh escaped me 

“No, I am not his sister. I am his wife.” I crossed my arms over my chest and locked my foot in place behind the door keeping it only slightly ajar not letting her see into our home. 

Her face shifted to one of slight surprise. “Oh well I better just go then.” She went to turn away. When a thought crossed my mind.

 “Wait, I can call him if you’d like and let him know you are looking for him. What’s your name?” I was wondering whether this was a good idea or not to even call him but i had already offered and i am already in far too deep to turn back now. 

She stopped not turning to face me again. “My name is Maeve. Maeve Donovan.” 

Maeve. Why did I know that name? Why is my brain going off with alarm bells? But why do I know that name? I watched as she vanished from the hallway down the flight of stairs never turning back around to look at me. 

I slammed the door shut as I racked my brain on if I should mention this to Spencer at all. Especially while he is away on a case. Maybe I should wait until he gets home. He should be home later tonight. At least if the weather was alright over in New Hampshire. He had left me a message earlier this morning to let me know the case was solved and it had started snowing there but their flight wouldn’t be ready till a little later. 

He should be home in about an hour now. I will wait. I’ll definitely wait.

 

~

When Spencer walked through the door he looked sluggish and about ready to just collapse. The exhaustion clearly got to him from not getting enough sleep while he was away. He took off his satchel and his suit jacket. He began undoing his tie as he walked his way into our bedroom. Not even making eye contact with me. 

He came back out moments later in nothing but his flannel sweatpants. “Sorry I know I should have said hello to you. I just felt like I was suffocating in my clothes today.” As he spoke he made his way to the couch where I sat at one end.

 Once he sat down he leaned down and put his head in my lap. I gently started running my fingers through his hair while scratching his head. 

“That feels really nice.” His voice was soft and he let out a quiet sigh as he relaxed into the couch and my lap.

 If I wasn’t petting his head I was gently caressing his back with my fingertips. I know I needed to tell him. I was just so nervous. I knew somewhere deep down this would be stressful to him. The day already has worn him out so completely. It was like he needed my touch to recharge himself. I began biting my lip as my hand stopped on his lower back. 

“Hey, Spence, A woman came by to see you today. She said she got your address from Aaron.” He made a humming noise to let me know that he heard me. “Her name was Maeve Donovan.” I felt his back muscles tense at the sound of her name. He sat up immediately. 

“Wh- what did you say?” He looked at me as if I had just grown an extra head or as if I had just spoken another language.  “Mae-” He cut me off. “No, I heard what you said. I don’t need you to repeat yourself. It’s not possible she was at the door. She is dead. She’s been dead for years.” 

He pushed himself up off the couch, the muscles in his arms flexing more than usual. He was more tense than I have seen him in a long time. The last time I saw him this upset or stressed was when he first came back from prison. We were just dating back then.

“I am going to go call Hotch.” he moved quickly to grab his phone when he finally reached it. It began to ring. He looked at it for a couple of seconds before he answered.

“Hello?” His eyes widened slightly. I watched as he clenched his jaw and tears brimmed his eyes. 

“M-m-maeve?” He leaned himself back against the wall. His breathing became irregular as he slid himself down the cold panel. At the same time I saw a couple of tears leave his eyes.

I sucked in a breath and sighed. Was this going to be the end of us? Now that all the stories Spencer told me of her came back once he said that she was dead.

She was his first love after all. It would only make sense right?

====Spencer’s Pov=====

My vision was blurred beyond recognition. I could hear my blood pumping in my ears as the sound of her voice drifted in and out. This isn’t real. It’s not possible. I watched her die. I saw her. She was pronounced dead at the scene. I mourned her. It’s been years. Nearly a decade.

“Spencer? Can you hear me?” I felt my tears stream down my face, nodding as if she could see me. 

“Yeah, Yeah I can hear you.” My voice cracked as I answered her. 

“Just like old times huh? It’s so nice to hear your voice. I’ve missed you.” My breath hitched at her words. 

I felt my heart hammer in my chest. I glanced up to see if I could find my wife. She was watching me with concern but otherwise she hadn’t moved not yet. All the guards Y/n had torn down throughout the years started building themselves up higher and higher. 

"H-how are you alive? I watched you die." The horrible memories of that fatal day still haunted me. What am I supposed to do now?

Do I still have feelings for her? Is it wrong if I do? I don't know how to handle this. What should I do?

"That's why I came to see you earlier.  It was an idea that I came up with at the last minute.  So I faked my death." Her voice was calmer than my breathing.  I felt the walls Barricading around me to keep me safe. I was suffocating.

I wasn't sure I had heard her right. I could feel my ears ringing as the blood in me ran cold.

"You faked your death and made me believe for a decade that the first person I ever loved died a brutal death because you wanted a new life?" My tone was harsher than I anticipated.

I felt my wife's hands run through my hair in a comforting manner as she lowered herself to the floor with me.

I glanced at Y/n as tears streamed down my face. The memories of Maeve and my feelings for her wreaking havoc on my heart.

"Darling, I think you should hang up. For now anyway." She whispered it as her hand lowered to the back of my neck giving me a gentle message. 

My back stiffened. I was so caught up in my own nightmare I hadn't realized that this is probably a living one for her.

"Spencer. I can expla-" I cut off the call before she could even finish her sentence.  Y/n was right.

"You have a lot you need to process and I'm sure you didn't want to say anything you would regret. I'm sorry if I've overstepped." She looked a little nervous as if I was gonna snap at her the way I had Maeve 

I gently grabbed the hand that was touching me and brought it up to my lips placing a kiss on it.

"Nonsense. You are my wife. You were right. I should have hung up. I just. I don't know how to explain what I was feeling." I could feel my breathing begin to slow slightly as I tried to match her breathing to get mine back to normal.

It was like my world paused for a moment and began to spiral faster than I could catch my balance. I felt air fill my lungs when I heard her voice but yet I was left gasping for oxygen. 

The very thought of Maeve brought back so many things I thought I had dealt with prior to now.  I leaned my head against my wife's shoulder as I just let the tears fall.

I felt awful having her comfort me over another woman. Yet I couldn't bring myself to completely care. She was the one offering me comfort.  

She held me in her arms. Whispering to me that things will be okay. That we'd figure things out.

I truly didn't deserve her. She loves me so unconditionally it's unnerving. That's when my phone went off again.

It was the same number Maeve had called me from.

I glanced at my wife. Who just watched me. That's when I fully knew and decided something that had been bothering me for over the past hour or so.

I let my phone continue to ring as I cupped her face. 

"You...you make me feel special and good and all these things that I still don't have the words for yet— good things… things I never thought I deserved to feel.” I pulled her in closer letting our lips caress one another.

"I love you Spencer.  You don't need to say all of this right now. I know you are still-" She tilted her head to the side as if she were trying to figure me out.  "Cluttered and that's okay."

I kissed her harder than I've ever kissed anyone before.

"I’m not in love with her, I’m in love with you”

I have no real idea on if she needed this reassurance all I knew is that I did. I wanted her to know out loud what she meant to me. I couldn't imagine a better partner. A better lover or a better best friend than her.

 I wasn't going to have her doubt everything about us. Not for anything.

I stayed close to her as my phone kept repeatedly going off until eventually it stopped. I was still figuring things out. 

Knowing that Maeve was alive before I met Y/n would have changed my life completely but now? I didn't want anything to change.  For once I was happy. I had someone in my life who put me first. Who cared about me. Who wasn't afraid to hurt my feelings as long as it kept me safe. She loved me for me and all the mess in between who I have yet to become.

She saw me for me. I wasn't Doctor Spencer Reid.  I wasn't a federal agent or a professor to her. I was just Spencer.  The man for some ungodly reason she chose to love. 

[frankiekatt]

Could you do a Thomas Hewitt with a insecure female reader who always wears clothes (hoodies, sweaters, etc) that cover her whole body 24/7, even on the most hottest days. And refuses to remove anything even if NSFW events occur. Would Thomas be annoyed by it and how can he convince her to change. (Sorry if this sounds like a weird request, I totally understand if you don't want to do it :)

You got it! I actually used to be like this and still am sometimes, so this was really nice to write. I hope you enjoy it!

TW: Implied murder, slight NSFW

Thomas Hewitt With An S/O Who Wears Long Sleeves 24/7

He feels you.

Thomas knows what it's like to not feel comfortable in his own skin, so there is absolutely no judgement coming from him.

He does, however, think you have nothing to be ashamed of.

You’re the most beautiful thing Thomas has ever seen and he wishes you knew that!!

Working around the Hewitt household in long sleeves can become very uncomfortable very fast – everyone in the house is expected to pull their weight, which means you have a variety of tasks to complete each day. Whether it's cooking, cleaning, gardening, luring victims to the house, fixing up the house, it all makes your body temperature rise rapidly.

Thomas is usually down in the basement during the day, so he doesn’t get to see the way you stumble around the house, trying your best to do your chores despite suffering a semi-heatstroke.

Luda Mae is the one who spots you sweating and panting while pulling weeds from the garden. It's no shock to her. You are wearing an oversized sweater while working under the Texas sun, but it does confuse her why you aren’t changing into something breezier. She doesn’t ask you why you wear what you wear, not wanting to pry, but she does worry about you, so she makes it a point to frequently bring you glasses of ice water to try and cool you down.

It gets to a point where Luda Mae cannot stand seeing you almost pass out each day with sweat dripping down your forehead, so she tells Thomas.

Once Thomas hears this, he becomes extremely worried about you. You were suffering each day and he never knew.

He goes upstairs after hearing this from Luda Mae and finds you in the kitchen scrubbing the counters. You were wearing a large hoodie, just like always, but now that Thomas knows your usual attire has been causing you discomfort, he decides to confront you about it.

You try to tell him that you just like to dress this way, that this is just your style, but he’s not buying it. He can tell you’re miserable in these clothes, that you’re hiding something from him.

He let’s it go for the time being since you both have to get back to your chores, but he plans on revisiting the matter later that evening.

When that evening does come around, Thomas finds you in the living room sitting on the couch, sipping ice water from a tall glass. He’s a bit hesitant to ask you about your clothes again, not wanting to upset you or make you feel uneasy, but he knows this is an important matter and he feels it’s his duty to help you.

So, he timidly approaches you, his nervous expression hidden behind his leather mask. You beam up at him once he’s standing in front of you. “Hey, Tommy! I missed you today!” you reach up to him, wanting to hug him close to you, which he accepts eagerly, wrapping his arms around you gently. You can tell something is off with how stiff he is; he’s usually so relaxed when around you, but now he seems to not want to be in your presence.

“Is something wrong, Tommy?” He lets out a quiet sigh before letting you go.

‘Why are you wearing that,’ he signs.

His questioning makes you look down at your feet. “I already told you, this is just how I like to dress.”

‘That’s not true. It’s too hot to be wearing that, I know it makes you feel sick to work in those clothes. I want to help you.”

You wished he would just drop the subject. Yes, he was right. Working around and outside the house in these warm clothes during the Summer season in Texas does take a huge toll on you. You’re constantly burning up, sweating, feeling fatigued and like you could hit the floor at any moment. But you prefer to endure all of this instead of bearing any part of your body besides your face.

“I just...I feel more comfortable with myself wearing this. That’s all.”

“Why?”

Your face burns at a million degrees from embarrassment. “Because I’m ugly, Thomas! I hate the way my body looks, okay? I don't want anyone to see my body, especially you.”

With that said, you got up from the couch and retreated to your room that you shared with Thomas.

Thomas could feel his heart breaking apart as those words left your mouth, as you walked away from him in shame. You thought of yourself as ugly? You? How could anyone possibly see you as anything less than stunning?

Thomas followed you to the room the two of you shared and found you laying on your side on the rickety bed in the middle of the room. He could see your shoulders shaking as you cried silently. Now it felt like someone had ripped his broken heart out of his chest and devoured it right in front of him. He hated to see you cry.

He ran over to your side of the bed and bent down on the floor in front of you. “Sweetie, please don’t cry! Please don’t be sad! You’re so beautiful and I love you so much,” he signed frantically.

“No I’m not,” you argued. “I’m so ugly and if you see my whole body you won’t want to be with me!”

There had never been a time where Thomas thought of you as any less than perfect, but right now he thought you were insanely absurd. He was the ugly one, he thought. He was the one who was afraid you would leave him if you saw him without his mask. He could never leave you - you were the best thing that ever happened to him. And that’s exactly what he told you.

You felt hurt that your boyfriend thought of himself that way. You knew he was beautiful underneath his mask, no matter what. It dawned on you that Thomas probably felt the same way knowing you thought of yourself as ugly too.

“Thomas, no. I know I haven’t seen you without your mask yet, but I just know that you’re so, so handsome. Please don’t think of yourself that way. I...I know that that’s what you want to say to me too.”

Thomas nodded, eyes filled with sadness. “Why won’t you believe me?”

It was hard to talk about. It made you feel embarrassed and small and ridiculous. “Tommy, when I was younger, just starting high school, I had my first boyfriend.”

Thomas was already shifting uncomfortably. He didn’t like hearing about another man getting to love you the way he does.

“There was this one night, my boyfriend and I decided to be more intimate, and…” your cheeks were on fire at this point, “And he didn’t like what he saw. The next day at school, he avoided me. A week after that, he was dating one of the school’s cheerleaders. And not long after that, they started spreading rumors about me. Mean, nasty rumors that got around pretty fast.”

Thomas hadn’t noticed, but tears began to leak out of his eyes at your story.

“I felt disgusted with myself. I never wanted anyone to see any part of me, so I covered myself up. And I just...never stopped, I guess.”

Thomas raised his hands slowly to begin signing to you. “They were liars and bullies. You are so pretty. The loveliest angel I’ve ever met. Please believe me! I would never lie to you. I just want to see you, all of you. But most importantly I want you to be comfortable with yourself.”

You didn’t reply, but you let Thomas’ hands run down from your shoulders to your wrists.

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

You wanted him to. You and Thomas had had sex before, a couple of times, but you had never taken your shirt off, and he had never taken his mask off. You wanted Thomas to love every part of you, even if you didn’t love yourself. You wanted to believe him when he said you were beautiful. You wanted him to believe he was beautiful.

“I’ll let you see me, if you let me see your face.”

Thomas stiffened. He had always dreaded this moment. He never wanted to show you his face if he could get away with it, but he knew one day he would have to. And he knew if he ever wanted to help you, to make you believe him, he would have to show you the same trust you were trying to show him.

So as the two of you lied yourselves bare to each other, kissing every part of each other’s bodies, whispering sweet words between trembling limbs and pounding hearts, you both began to believe that maybe the other was right. Maybe the two of you weren’t ugly monsters.

The two of you were beautiful together.

[littlemessyjessi]

“Tae and Jae” from the BTS 8th Member Series “Untamed”: Mae Jae: Fake Social Media Post Collection:  The Gucci Twins Have A Day: Part One:  Fake Social Media + Imagine

Companion Imagine:  “Tae and Jae” from the BTS 8th Member Series “Untamed”: Mae Jae: Fake Social Media Post Collection:  The Gucci Twins Have A Day

Jae and Tae spend some much needed quality time together.   They go shopping, get food, visits a few places and end up with a cuddle.  It features fake social media posts from Jae and Tae, along with a particularly sweet one from someone who acts like he’s not actually a marshmallow on the inside. Hmm, wonder who that could be? Platonic pairings: #VX aka #guccitwins aka #taeandjae

Two bare feet padded down the hallway.

Green hair, still a little wet from the shower, clinging to a freckled face.

Jae cracked the door open and quietly creeped into the sleeping lump in the middle of the bed.

Pillow clutched to his chest and dark hair tousled everywhere.

She smiled gently as she pulled her phone up to snap a quick picture of a seemingly peaceful Taehyung.

She tucked the phone back into her hoodie before she climbed on the bed with him and began to lightly scratch his back.

He whined in his sleep, turning and trying to get her into his arms like he usually did.

"Wake up, Tae Tae." she said.

"No.." he whispered. "I'm sleeping.  Let me hold you."

"I can't." she laughed. "Because then we couldn't go on an adventure today."

Taehyung's eyes slowly opened to reveal the dark orbs.

"Adventure?" he said, voice deeper than usual with sleep.

She nodded and patted his head, "Yup.  It's all about you and me today.  Quality time.  So get up and get a shower.  I'm gonna finish getting ready."

A slow smile crawled across Taehyung's face until he was fully grinning at her.

"Really?" he asked.

She nodded, "Of course.   We haven't been out together, just us, in a while.  So get your butt in gear and let's go.  I got plans, baby bear."

His grin was massive as she slapped him on the butt and bounded from the bed.  

"Be ready in an hour." she said before returning to her room.

Less that five minutes later and her phone pinged with a notification.

She looked down to see that Taehyung had posted a blurry but clearly excited photo of himself.

She grinned before plugging in the blow dryer and beginning to fix her hair.  

She decided to be kind and sent him a text.

Jae: What car do you want to take today?

Tae:  I get to pick?!  The green lambo! The green lambo!

Jae: Ok, I'll meet you in the garage in at seven.

He responded with a series of excited emoji's that had her wheezing.

She's barely pulled on her shoes when her phone dinged again.

Apparently, not only was he ready but he'd already been to the garage and pulled the lambo out.

He'd posted a picture of the lime green car with the doors up and the caption.

' She let me pick the car today.  Now let's see if I can get her to let me drive it.  #VXBFF'

She shook her head at his usage of their hashtag.

She tucked her phone into the pocket of her black jeans and headed out into the main part of the dorms.

She placed a kiss to the top of Hobi's head as she passed him on the way to the door.

"Be back later, angel." she said, recieving a sleepy nod from him in response.

Jae made quick work of getting outside to see Taehyung's lean figure basically bouncing around in excitement.

She popped the trunk and tossed him the keys before he could ask the inevitable question and he looked as if he'd kill over right there.  

"Really?!" he chirped.

She nodded, "Yeah, knock yourself out."

He let out a sound that was inhuman and immediately dove into the car.

She grabbed her 'secret ingredients' from the garage that she'd craftily hidden the night before and almost lost it when she could see him taking a selfie in the driver's seat.

She knew it would make him happy.

Jae loved her cars and she didn't often let anyone else drive them.

So it was a rare occasion but that usually made it all the more special.

She slid into the passenger seat beside him and typing in an address on the GPS.

"Ready?" she asked and he nodded excitedly.

"Yep, where are we going?" he asked, positively glowing with happiness.

It did her good to see him like that.

Taehyung had one of those personalities full of evervescence.  

She hoped he never lost that.

"Here." she said nodding to the GPS. "Breakfast is first on our list for today."

Taehyung threw the car into gear and they sped off.

She couldn't help but laugh a little and snap a picture of his excited little smile and post it.

She knew how much Army liked when she they posted on social media and she'd long since responsible for sharing behind the scenes, domestic things over the years.

As the official 'pack mom' it was no shocker for her to take their picture at any given moment.

He was talking a mile a minute the whole ride and didn't let up when they finally came to a stop in front of the resteraunt.

She'd called the night before to get a reservation up on the balcony and to see about a special dish so they were whisked away immediately upon entering.

She smiled as she watched her young friend.

Taehyung had this childlook wonder about him at times that made her melt.

Ever the social butterfly, he chatted away with the staff while the young waiter nervously took their orders.

"When did you do this?" he asked, eyes as big as saucers when they brought the big breakfast dessert full of fresh strawberries, soft cake and whipped buttercream.  "You didn't even come home until after midnight."

"I made a few calls." Jae shrugged.   "I've been thinking we needed some time together for a bit.  I know we've both been busy and I know you've been sulking because I have been there to cuddle you at night."

"I know you've been working alot.  It's ok." he said seriously before popping a strawberry into his mouth.  "And when did you order this?"

"Last night.  It's a special item." she said. "You have to call ahead. But I know how you are and I figured you'd like it.  Do you?"

"I love it." he said, nearly inhaling three more at once.

"Good." she smiled.  "Eat up.  You'll need your energy.  I have a big day planned."

Taehyung melted in affection for the woman that was dubbed as his 'twin' by fans but had always been like an older sister to him.

They were extremely close now, even if at one point they were anything but.

Soon enough, the waiter was back with their other food and they spent a good deal of time laughing and enjoying their meal and the world began to wake up a little more.

Taehyung reached for his wallet and she smacked his hand.

He gasped, "Hey!"

"Today is my treat, Tae." she said pointing her finger at him seriously.

"No, I-" he tried to argue but she narrowed her eyes.

"Kim Taehyung you listen to your noona or I'll spank you." she teased and he couldn't help but grin.

"Jiminie, will be jealous when I tell him that." he smirked.

"Yeah, well, Jiminie probably needs a spanking.  The little brat." she laughed as they stood and she pressed a generous tip into the servers hand along with the money for the bill.  

They waved to the owner's who had been kind enough to let them in early that morning before clambering into the car and speeding away again.

"Where to now?" Taehyung asked.

The smirk that donned Jae's face told him everything he needed to know.

"Gucci Twins strike again?" she asked and he squealed in happiness.

He revved the lambo and took off to their favorite store.

They spent forever in the store, taking pictures with staff and a few Army that they ran into.

Jae found her a nice snakeskin purse before sneaking off to buy a couple of things for him while he was busy in the changing room.

She sat on the couch, offering her opinion every time he came out.

She smirked when she noticed the pair of boots and the shirt he was sporting, as she knew duplicates of them both were sitting in the store packaging beside her.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"Handsome as always." she said.

"About the clothes." he laughed.

"Very nice." she said.  "Maybe try it in a different color though."

"Really?" he asked looking at himself in the mirror.

He thought the black and gold print shirt looked nice on him.

"Maybe that blue one." she said gesturing to the same shirt in a different color not far from them.

Tae pursed his lips for a second before going back into the changing room.

He continued his fashion show for a while longer before eventually deciding on something different all together and checking out.

The two of them stopped for pictures with a few more people before they settled in the car again.

"What did you get?  You were done before I ever got out."  he asked.

She pulled the snakeskin bag out of the box and he cooed.

"Oooh, nice." he said.  "You'll wear that alot."

"I thought so." she said.

"What else did you get?" he said eyeing the other bags.

She grinned before pulling out the boots she'd seen him eyeing earlier and as well as the black and gold shirt.

"You told me to try another color and now you get it!" he accused.

"Check the size, genuis." she said and he peeked in before the cutest look came over his face.

"Awww, Jae." he said, a pout covering his features. "You didn't need to do that."

"I wanted to." she said. "Beside, I knew you were gonna look at them.  I saw you save it on your phone last week."

"But-"

"But nothing, respect your noona and accept the gift."

Taehyung clambered over the seat to smother her in wet kisses.

"Yah!" she laughed. "You're gonna ruin my makeup!"

"I don't care! I love you!" he said, all but pulling her into his lap.

"Kim Taehyung the both of us are too long legged for this." she giggled. "Now, calm yourself before I take the keys back."

It wasn't uncommon for the two of them to share clothes or even for Jae to buy him something- but it never failed to make him emotional when she did.

He sniffed a little and she carded a hand through his dark hair before fixing his hat again.

"Tae?" she asked. "What's wrong, sweetie?"

"You just remind me of my grandma." he admitted, eyes prickling with tears.

Jae's head tilted and she pulled him back into her arms.

"That is the highest praise I've ever recieved." she said, placing a kiss to his temple.

He sniffled into her neck and she pulled him back so she could look into his eyes and run her thumbs over his cheeks to erase the tears.

"I wish I could've met her." she said. "We talked on the phone a couple of times when you'd call her.  And you've told me so much about her.  She sounded like a wonderful woman, Tae.  A comparision to her is the highest praise. I mean it. Thank you, honey."

Taehyung's lip quivered again and she pulled him back to her.

"Alright, let's get it together, babe.  We got lots more to do and I plan to feed you a lot today too.  In the name of your grandma who liked you chubby, prepare your belly."

He was laughing then, eyes sparkling and spirit lifted.

She patted his leg once more before he threw the car in gear and they sped off down the road towards a small rooftop jazz show and a local fried chicken joint. ---- Part Two - The Adventure Continues! ------

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Hey loves! I hope you enjoy this! I’m trying out something new with writing for a while since I hit a major road block while I’m here in the hospital.  I hope you enjoy these!  If you’re interested in reading Jae’s full profile and the masterlist for this series you can find it HERE

I would love to know your thoughts and if you have any suggestions for other things to happen with Jae and the boys, just let me know!

I love you and I hope you have a good day, my loves.

Love,

Kenny

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Could you do some headcanons or a short story where Dallas meets his soc girlfriend’s parents?

heya birdie! i love dally sm, like whenever i get a request for him i get so hyped. okay, these are kinda bad bc i just got inspired to write them, but i hope you like them! thanks so much for requesting these (': - mae

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Dallas Winston Meets his Soc s/o's Parents for the First Time:

° Lmaoo rip to your parents bc they're about to have a real big storming coming their way. 

° So upon seeing Dallas, they don't really have the best first impression because they're not dumb, they know this kid from the papers because he's always doing rough stuff and getting arrested.

° And they honestly don't want you anywhere near that kind of guy, but your teenage angst filled heart has decided this hood is the one for you. lmaoo you're so dramatic istg! 

° Although Dally is the resident bad boy of Tulsa Oklahoma, he can't deny that he's actually bricking it, because he does really like you and maybe there's that dumb little part of him that might actually want to make a good impression on your folks… just don't go hollering that stuff out at him because it'll just make him mad. 

° For once he shows up at your front door instead of your bedroom window and Dally's wishing he'd swiped another pack of Cools from the corner store back on his side of town because he's all out of cigarettes which has made him feel pretty jumpy and restless.

° Meeting someone's folks just isn't really his style. He couldn't give two shits about what your folks thought of him, but it had been your damn puppy dog eyes that made him cave.

° Lmaoo he's silently cussing you out under his breath as he rings the doorbell.

° And he's just standing there like a bump on a log, totally standing out from the expensive home and possessions outside. He's wearing his best shirt and pair of jeans that weren't stained, and his leather boots had the minimal amount of scuff marks on them, so he was literally trying here. 

° He's kinda sweating it, but his expression is difficult to read as you open the door to let him in. But he takes in your figure and he totally wishes y'all had gone out instead on your lonesome bc boii do you look like a whole snack. 

° "You sure you wanna drag my half dead lookin' ass in when you look like that, babe?" He grinned, dipping in for a kiss but you retracted sheepishly. "What? Too much of a chicken to have your folks see you actually kiss trash like me, huh?" He taunted you. 

° "It ain't like that, dumbass…" 

° "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, sugar?" 

° You just grabbed his hand and yanked him into the hallway, his eyes roaming your figure as he finally got to have a swell look around your home for once. He was just used to your snazzy room.

° His eyes were travelling all over the expensive furniture before he let out a low whistle and that's when your parents saw Dallas Winston.

° Your dad choked on his cigar smoke and your mother choked on her wine lmaooooooo

° "What's he doing here, y/n?!" your mother shrieked. 

° "Yeah, honey, I thought we were meeting your boyfriend?" 

° "This is my boyfriend…" 

° Dally had been expecting this bc ya boii is used to this sort of judgement and he's honestly just in his element, but trying to keep that shit eating grin from plastering itself on his face and a smart ass comment from leaving his mouth is harder than he thought it'd be. You'd smack him upside the head if he did that, and he wasn't itching to get on your bad side.

° So it's safe to say that this is a mega awkward dinner with your father and mother clearing their throat constantly. 

° Lmaoo Dally's just eating his food like he hasn't eaten in 3 days which is probably true. 

° You stomped on his foot bc he'd gotten spaghetti sauce down his chin. 

° "Eat like a normal person, Dal!" you hissed because you knew he was messing with you just to irritate your dad. 

° "Alright, alright!" 

° The onslaught of questions Dallas receives is unnecessary and you're highkey ready to crawl under the floorboards and die. 

° "You been in jail recently?" 

° "Dad!" 

° "Hell yeah I have, I got booked in for-" 

° "Dal!" 

° I think your mum warms up to him first tbh. Like Dallas is charming when he wants to be and he ends up melting her heart for real though! 

° Next thing you know your mum's on Dally's side and has turned on your dad lmaoo. 

° "Can't you just be polite and ask him normal questions? I mean, don't you think you're being tough on him?" lol your mum's highkey savage though. 

° It's safe to say that there's no fancy cigars smoked between your dad and Dallas that evening, although he did steal one for himself when he went to the guest bathroom three hours ago. He's a swiper istg.

° You walk him to your front door and you can hear your mother gushing about how cute he is and you're blushing. 

° "Ugh, I dunno how to tell you this but… I think your mom's got the hots for me."

° "Gross, Dal." You visibly shudder which makes him laugh. 

° "I'll see you later then?" He inquires with the tilt of his head, his eyes blazing with mischief and everything unholy. 

° "Yeah, I'll keep my window unlocked." You smile, pressing a kiss to his mouth. 

° "That's my girl/guy." he grins against your mouth before deepening the kiss. 

° He smoked that cigar in your room that night, I mean props to him for stealing it and all lmaoo. 

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Six Strangers Walk Into a Bar: Part 7 (Severen x Fem!Reader) fic

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Warnings: sexual content, cursing, Homer is a canon compliant little creep

Word Count: 3662

Smut and fluff, ‘cause some people said they deserved it after that angst chapter, but man this took forever to write. Literally didn't edit this cause we die by our mistakes

It was harder than you thought to keep your mind clean. Severen didn't help you by fondling your ass every now and then, and you were uncomfortably riled up by the time you got to the motel. Severen only grinned and asked,

"Something wrong, darlin'? And you gave him an extra hard glare as he opened the door to the motel room. To your surprise, it was empty. Mae and Caleb had a habit of going off by themselves for reasons besides feeding, and you supposed that Jesse and Diamondback hadn't eaten yet. And Homer? Well, you set your food on the table and checked the bathroom, but he was nowhere to be found. Severen took off his leather jacket, arching a brow at you to ask, and you shook your head. The two of you stared at eachother for a moment, and then both of you fell onto your bed for the night. The kiss was all tongue and you yanked at Severens hair as he slid between your legs. The two of you could never expect to get far, even in these moments when no one was at the room. But you hoped, prayed, that you could at least get to third base. Severen didn't hesitate to touch you now, groping at your breasts through your shirt, rubbing and pinching at your clothed nipples. It made your breath hitch, and you nipped at his lips and urged him on with a roll of your hips. He groaned at the contact, rutting back and slipping his hands under your shirt. While you appreciated the foreplay, your time was limited. It's why you pulled your hands from his hair and reached to unbutton the button of your jeans, quickly begging him with the words,

"Please, Severen, please touch me." And Severen didn't need to be asked twice. His hand wormed its way down your pants and you let out a frustrated whine when he rubbed you through your panties. He was such a tease, and you yanked at the hair at the nape of his neck to show your frustration. He chuckled into your kiss, before tilting his head and deepening your kiss. You were already soaked, you could tell. You couldn't remember a time you'd been so pent up. But, well, you couldn't remember a time where you'd gone this long without consistent, if not unsatisfying sex. At least you'd had the privacy of your own home to masturbate, but you hadn't even had that. Severens hand finally slipped under your panties, rubbing through your folds and making you moan pathetically into his mouth. He ate it up, and you knew you were probably boosting his ego dangerously high. 

He used the calloused pad of his thumb to rub circles into your clit, nearly making you cry out at the attention and arch up into him. He started a fast pace, his thumb firmly pressing against the bundle of nerves. It made the fire roar inside your belly, and you felt his fingers gathering up your slick before traveling lower. He circled your entrance, not missing an opportunity to tease you, before he began to sink one inside. His hands were big and his fingers were thick, much thicker than yours. The feeling made you keen, and you thought that just a minute more of this and you'd be cumming around it.

Of course, he'd barely begun to pump the single digit inside of you before you heard a key in the door. You gasped, but he was ripping his hand away from your sex, and helping you button up your pants in a single second. You'd just zipped your zipper and Severen had just pushed himself off of you, deciding to pop his slick finger inside his mouth and suck your slick off, before the door opened. The two of you had sat up, but, it was clear from your flushed face that this wasn't all you'd been doing. In came Homer, a coke in his hand, and Severen glared at the younger vampire as he pulled a pillow over his crotch. He looked at the two of you, and a grin was quick to come to his face.

"Did I interrupt something?" And suddenly you understood why Severen was so mean to the kid sometimes. The pair of you sat with your backs against the headboard, as Homer had refused to leave to give you a few more minutes of privacy. He sat on the floor to watch TV, and you glared at the screen mourning your ruined orgasm. When the pair of you had not so subtly suggested, he'd replied, "Oh, go back to what you were doing. Pretend like I'm not even here." And it had earned him a pillow to the back of the head.

All hopes of him leaving were dashed when Jesse and Diamondback came back to the room, and you sunk into the bed completely defeated. Severen didn't look any better than you, and Diamondback had even asked,

"Did something happen?" As if the pair of you had a fight. You shook your head, and it wasn't long before all seven of you were back in the room. You leaned against Severens chest stared at the TV, zoning out more than anything as he combed his hands through your hair. Thought flashes through your mind. Replays of the feelings from only a little while earlier. Severen had definitely known what he was doing, and, even if you'd gotten close, you hadn't even began to touch him. Quickly, your images of Severen teasing you flipped. You replayed the groan you had earned from him, imagining being able to draw more sounds like that from him. How his skilled hands would tangle into your hair, similar to the way they were petting your head now. How he would guide your head, and, probably, hold you down to slip his dick down the rest of your throat. You imagined going further, how deep he'd be able to fit inside you. If you were honest, you didn't know truly how big he was. Well, you could arrange to figure out soon. But your thoughts continued. You mused about how easily he could pick you up, hold you down. Being whatever he was did have a few advantages. You bit your lip for a moment, a particularly tantalizing image of him pinning you down by your arms, no your throat, appearing in your mind.

You gulped at the thought. After a few more minutes of sulking and fantasizing, a thought occurred to you. While there was practically no hope of all of them leaving, that didn't mean that the pair of you had to stay. Usually, you weren't the type for anything as risque attempting to get off without four walls surrounding you, but desperate times called for desperate measures. You looked at the time, and bit your lip when you saw that it was 4 am. Dawn was still an hour or so away, and you looked towards the brunette sitting besides you. You leaned over to kiss his cheek, if only to catch his attention away from the TV.

"Wanna go for a walk?" You asked, and Severen arched a brow at you. Usually, you weren't one for walks at night, but he was quick to nod. Severen trailed after you everywhere, and you doubted he'd let you go out at this time of night without him. You hopped off the bed and tugged him by his hand, and Diamondback called after the pair of you,

"Watch the time." Even if you knew that was mostly for Severen. Once the door had shut behind you, you grinned and pulled him down the hall. The outside air was cool, and you giggled at the pure excitement running through you. Severen smiled along, trying to catch you by your waist as he asked,

"What's gotten into you?" And you turned around to stop and give him a grin. The pair of you had found the bottom of the stairwell. It was a small little room, but, just under the stairs, it was slightly secluded. Tucked away where no one could see. You flushed a little as you tried to think of your words, playing with his shirt as you tried to figure out how to phrase them. You were never good at flirting, and it was embarrassing what you were about to tell him. Instead, you decided to tug on his shirt and tug him back into the darkness, tip-toeing up to press kisses to his jaw. He followed you until you pushed his back against the wall, tilting his head down so he could capture your lips. His hands moved down your sides, and Severen was quick to recapture his fervor from earlier. He reached down to grip your ass, making you moan into his mouth before one of his hands moved to your front. He rubbed and cupped you through your jeans, and you arched your hips into the touch. But, before you could become completely sidetracked, you reached down to start undoing his jeans. He was quick to pull away from the kiss, his eyes swirling with lust, but he said,

"Wait, wait, not here- I wanted to do something nice-" And while you were flattered that he'd thought far ahead enough to want to plan something, you quickly shushed him. You placed a finger over his lips, before leaning up to peck them. When you fell back on your heels, you told him,

"Don't get ahead of yourself, cowboy." And you were surprised by the surge of confidence that ran through you. You didn't know why, but that was the boost you needed. He smiled down at you, grinning wickedly at the nickname before he watched you fall down to your knees. You unbuckled his belt, deciding that this was the best way to answer a few of your questions. You'd pushed his shirt up as you made work of his pants, sucking a hickey into his side, before you were reaching in to rub him through his underwear. He hardened under his fingertips, and you made work of trailing little red spots above his waistband. When you got to his happy-trail, you nosed along the line of hair before you were finally pulling his underwear down and letting his cock spring free.

It was long and thick, and slightly bigger than you'd expected. But, that didn't stop you from licking the side all the way to the tip, wrapping your lips around it and starting to massage it with your tongue. While you'd only really been with one guy, you had some practice. Even if Severens dick was bigger than what you were used to working with. You looked up, seeing that he'd leaned his head back against the wall. He was never one to stay quiet long, and he quickly began coaxing you through it. 

"Just like that, yeah. You can take a little bit more, can't you?" He asked, his hand finding its way to the back of your head. You'd started up a steady rhythm, and he lightly pushed you to take more and more of his length. Your jaw was already starting to ache, but you forced through it and took him down deeper. His voice had gone a little rough around the edges, and he said, "Good girl. Just like that." And, god, you were wet just from the sound of his voice. His hips moved with the rhythm you'd started, pushing himself further and further down your throat until he nudged the back of it. You did you best not to gag, but, soon, it seemed as thought he was no longer content to let you keep control. He paused your head, pushing it further down to earn a muffled whine and you quickly did your best to keep your throat relaxed. He grinned, and then said, "Keep that pretty mouth of yours open, darlin'." He said, reaching down to massage your jaw. He gripped you by your hair, keeping it so you couldn't move your head as he began thrusting into your mouth. His place started slow and nice, giving you a moment to get used to it before all you could do was let your mouth hang open as he pistoned himself inside your mouth. You could feel tears pricking in your eyes, the quick pace making it so drool was dribbling down your chin. You could feel his dick twitch inside your mouth, hear him as he whispered huskily, "Yeah, just a little bit more," and then- 

You heard heavy footsteps stomping down the stairwell and Severen ripped you off his dick. He was quick to tuck himself away and fix his pants, and he helped you up off of the ground. You did your best to wipe the drool off your chin as Severen fixed his belt, and the pair of you walked around the stairs to act as if the pair of you were heading back up. You passed a stranger, obviously one staying in the motel just like you, and you could hear Severen cursing under his breath. The only thing you could make out was,

"Fucking blueballs-" And you covered your mouth, stifling a laugh. He whipped his head towards you, and you quickly cleared your throat to cover it up. Still, you thought perhaps it was just a little funny. 

Subtle revenge, you thought. Even if it hadn't been intentional. He scoffed, looking around and then backing you up against the wall. You squeaked, and one of his hands cupped your chin and squeezed your cheeks. His light eyes were shrouded in darkness, and he leaned down close to whisper,

"Laugh at me again and I'll fuck that mouth raw. Got it?" He asked, and you tried not to think about the heat pooling in your belly from his threat. You knew that Severen would never do anything you didn't want him to, but the idea of him being even less restrained? Of him taking control? It made your eyes hooded as you stared up at him. You gave him a quick nod, and he looked over your face for a moment before leaning down to recapture your lips. He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, letting his teeth graze against it in a way that made you whimper. Your mouth was already sensitive, and his kiss was bruising. His hands wandered, groping whatever he pleased and making you arch into the touch. When his thumb rubbed over one of your nipples, you grabbed his hand and arched into his touch. You whimpered, the sound needy and pathetic, and, for a moment, you thought Severen was gonna hike you around his hips and take you right there. He didn't, and a wave of disappointment filled you. Instead, he swiped his thumb across your bottom lip and said, "Car?" And you thought he was a genius.

Your "clan" had picked a truck with a cap earlier that evening, one that Severen had taken straight off the lot. The first night you'd watched him do it, you'd been fascinated with how quick he was with a hanger. The second the doors were closed the pair of you were back on eachother. There was a semblance of privacy, one that let the pair of you slow down just the tiniest bit. He kissed you over and over until you were putty in his hands, and you heard him start to unfasten his own belt so you could finish what you had started. 

“How can I help you, pilgrim?” He asked, and the annoyance was clear in his voice. Whatever this intrusion was for, it wasn’t welcome. Caleb smiled, a tinge of knowing in his eyes, and he gave you a smile before he said,

A knock on the window of the truck nearly scared the shit out of both of you, and Severen looked through the darkened window to see the slightly dirty face of his brother. Caleb. Severen leaned back in the seat, cursing, before he began cranking the window down.

“Diamond’ wanted me to tell you that sun’s up in a half hour.” Caleb said, and Severen gave him a hard glare. Caleb was chewing a toothpick, and it was one of the first times you’d seen him without Mae. It seemed that cock-blocking the pair of you was a game that both of Severen’s brothers enjoyed.

“Tell her I said thank you.” Severen replied, and then went to close the conversation with a few rolls of the window. Before he could, Caleb piped up. From the look in Severen’s eye, you almost thought he was gonna give him a black eye.

“There’s a camera right there, y’know.” Caleb said, pointing towards a security camera neither of you had spotted before. Right under it was a sign telling them that the parking lot was under twenty-four hour surveillance. You blushed bright red, suddenly thankful for the intrusion. The brunette besides you gave you a look, and he seemed to be able to tell that if you were going to continue your earlier action, it wasn’t going to be here. Severen sighed and shook his head, then gave Caleb a grin as fake as canned cheese.

“Thank you, Caleb. You can leave now.” Severen said, his voice dripping with faux-kindness. Caleb must’ve enjoyed pulling on Severens chain, or at least he might’ve enjoyed brushes with death. Because Caleb had the gall to continue as he stepped back, saying,

“Oh, I might go for a walk. Isn’t that what y’all said you were gonna do? You two get far?” And Caleb’s double-meaning wasn’t lost on the two of you. Severen opened the door, as if he really was going to beat Calebs ass, and the light haired brunette laughed and jogged away from the silent threat of violence. Severen slammed the door closed and sighed, leaning back in his seat with his eyes closed for a moment. You were still curled up next to him, and you gently pet at his chest before you laid his head on his shoulder. It seemed neither of you were getting far that night, and you opted to cuddle up to him instead. Softly, you told him,

“We’ll figure something out.” And he let out a soft grunt in response. He reached down to fix himself in his pants, giving his dick a squeeze to try to lessen the pressure. You leaned over, kissing at his jaw until he turned his head to press his lips against yours. After a quick slide of his lips, he offered,

“We could get in the back.” And you gave him a small glare in response. He sighed, and you could practically hear his train of thought. Swing and a miss. He leaned back in to give you another short, sweet kiss, and you ran your hand over his thigh, trying to find purchase. His breath hitched for a moment, and he said, “Don’t tease.” Before he leaned back in, deepening the kiss. 

You didn’t get to do much more than makeout in the truck, but you’d taken your extra bout of time with eachother to talk lightly. It was nice, just laying on his chest and listening to him speak. You’d gotten to ask a few questions, and you’d specifically asked about his age. He’d grinned for a moment as he laid his head back, and vaguely said,

“You know about the Chicago fire?” He asked, and you furrowed your brows. It didn’t take long to put together what he was telling you. They set fires each night, and you lifted your head off his chest.

“That was you?” You asked, poking his chest. He laughed, nodding and continued with,

“Me and Jesse. It was just me and Jesse back then.” You hummed, thinking about what he’d told you. You tried to remember what year that fire was, thinking back to your highschool classes. You wanted to say 1870-1872. It was the 80’s. The 1980’s. That meant that Severen was over a hundred years old, not including any time before that and the years he’d spent as a human. And Jesse, you assumed, was older. You propped your chin on his chest, staring at him for a moment. You smiled as you said,

“Homer was right.” You whispered, and he furrowed his brows and looked at you. “You are too old for me.” You clarified, laughing at the look that crossed his face. He rolled his eyes, before quickly grabbing you and tickling your side. You laughed, almost a little too loud, but he was pressing further, pressing you back until you fell back against the seat. He tickled you until you were crying for mercy, and he said,

“I guess I’ll just have to eat you then.” He teased, playfully growling and mouthing at your neck as he tickled your sides. It took several cries of uncle before he ceased his tickling and clamped his lips over yours. He’d climbed on top of you, settling between your legs and trying his best to fit in the cramped truck. You giggled into the kiss, the after-shocks of adrenaline still running through you. You combed your fingers through the back of his hair, letting him pull away from the kiss to trail kisses to the corner of your lips, and then up your jaw. 

“You won’t.” You told him, and you could feel that it was true to the core of your bones. “You like me too much.” You said with a giggle, and he kissed right under your ear before he was pulling away. He pulled so he could stare at you, brushing your hair away from your face and trailing his fingers over the exposed line of skin of your neck.

“Plus, I’d rather eat you out instead.” He teased, and you scoffed and pushed him away.

[slasherwife]

Hi :) I really like your HCs so I thought I'd try my luck and ask for one 🥺 how the slashers be with a Latina s/o? (Not to be stereotypical but it's part of who I am, someone that talks in Spanish all of a sudden and without even noticing sometimes 😅) Thank you and keep up your great work, it makes a lot of us in the random super happy whenever you post something

Aww hi love!! 💖💖 Im so glad you think so— and of course you can! 😊 I’m going to try my best not to stereotype or offend anyone at all — I’m so sorry if it comes off that way, I never intend to stereotype anyone or offend anyone ever 😣😞💖💖

How the Slashers react to a Latina s/o

How do the slashers react to an s/o who is Latina descended, and who grew up in the culture?

Thomas Hewitt:

To be honest when Thomas first laid eyes on you, he was taken

He’s never seen anyone like you before, and you completely bewitched him! 🥺💕

You seemed so headstrong and independant, you reminded Tommy of Luda Mae and yet he was in love with you!

When you two get together, he loves to learn about where you come from and stories of your childhood~~ he could listen to your stories all day long 🥺💕💕

When you talk in Spanish without noticing, he literally stands there entranced and incredibly intrigued 😊💖

He’ll want you to talk to him like that more often 😊

Watch out for Hoyt though— he’ll definitely make some smart-ass remarks about your heritage

But Tommy will be right there to back you up 🙌

If you tell Hoyt off by yourself, Tommy will just stand there like a proud mama-hen internally cheering u on xDD 🙌💖

Jason Vorhees

Don’t know don’t care, you’re his special human being that he will protect for the rest of his eternal life, and that’s all uWu

He’s a very simple man— and he definitely does not care AT ALL for physical appearance!

So when you happen to be a stunning Latina, it didn’t exactly hit him as hard as your personality did💖

Jason LOVES your headstrong and strong-will, it’s something that he admires and even looks up to!

When you speak in Spanish all the sudden w/o knowing, he just stands there all confused

He thinks he had a stroke or something cuz he has no idea what just happened 😂💕

But once you explain, he’ll want you to talk more in Spanish because he finds it actually very beautiful 😊

Michael Myers

If you happen to be thicc, just know that Michael knew he wanted you the moment he saw you

If not, it was your forcefulness and headstrongness that did it— not to mention your sharp eyes 💕

He possesses a sort of aggressive, sadistic love for you— no one else but him is allowed to hurt you uWu

Hes so turned on by your headstrong and independant attitude— it’s like you were made for him!

He also likes it because he gets to tame your attitude every now and then uWu❤️

If you’re rambling abt something and you start to speak Spanish, he’ll just listen amused xD

He won’t think much of it, but at most he’ll maybe smirk and then carry on ☺️💕

Bo Sinclair

Literally everything he looks for in a girl??

Not that he was looking when he first met you, but but instantly hit with your Latina beauty

It was like nothing he’d ever seen before!

Your confidence surged within your aura, and you were so strong-willed that he just had to keep you uWu

You satisfied his need for a strong woman, and to see that you had that for him?? Bruuhh 💕💕💕

If u dummy thic, expect an ass-grabbin at least twice a day

He just can’t help it 🤭❤️

If you end up rambling in Spanish, he’ll stand by and wait for you to finish before he asks you to repeat all that in English lmaooo 😂🙌

Bubba

Have u ever loved somebody so much you can barely breathe at the mere thought of them?

That’s Bubba’s feelings for u straight up 😣💖💖

He definitely needs a strong independant woman to guide him and take care of him uWu

He l i v e s for you ngl 💖

You are his SOULMATE GURL 💖😭

If you ever waited up in his bedroom, all laced up and ready for him—

your perfect Latina skin glistening in the light and your thicc bod all wrapped in pretty lingerie— he would nut at the mere sight

But as much as he fucking loves your beauty— your personality probably takes the cake uWu 💖 of course in the end he doesn’t care abt appearance 😊

Start talking in Spanish? He won’t know what’s going on but he likes the way you say it uWu 💖💖🙌🙌

Brahms

Wifey? Wife? Wifey.

Literally everything about you is a yes

Of course Brahms is horny 24/7—

So the sight of you, a beautiful thic Latina, walking through his mansion is going to make him have a hard-on in .002838 seconds

He wants to fuck you all day everyday baby! 🙌😭❤️❤️

Your headstrong, confident attitude? Everything he’s ever wanted. He loves how you take control uWu 😣💖🙌

But will be a brat if you don’t give him what he wants uWu know that lol 🤷‍♀️🥺💖

Speaking in fast Spanish on accident: DonT know why nor does he care— just teach him how to speak with such finesse and elegance and he’ll be on his way! 😂💕💖

He loves it oof

He loves everything abt you don’t ever leave this boi lelll ❤️❤️🙌🙌💖💖like he’d let u

I hope u liked ittt 🌸🌸🌸✨✨✨

[slashersins]

how you met thomas . . .

part six

( part one )  ( part two )  ( part three )  ( part four ) ( part five )

“ are you sure you don’t need help with anything , miss luda mae ? ”

“ oh now hush , you’re our guest . you just sit there and look pretty . i was worried that ol’ shirt of tommy’s might of swallowed you up , but you made it look nice . ”

you laughed , rubbing the back of your head and beaming as luda stood over a hot stove , making some sort of stew . hoyt was there , arms crossed and glaring at you . the feeling of his eyes burning holes into the back of your head making you a bit uncomfortable . but you guess anyone who just got chewed out by their momma in front of a stranger would feel like glaring . 

“ made ya look damn good enough to eat . ” hoyt spat out with venom . luda turned , giving her son a pointed and harsh look . 

“ now listen here . you’re gonna mind your manners or you’ll go bed hungry . i ain’t gonna have no disrespect in this house . quick your grumbling and act like a gentleman ! ”

once again you found yourself staring at the floor feeling utterly embarrassed for the older man . you brushed off his comment , wishing tommy was back down stairs so you could at least have someone to talk . you figured hoyt wouldn’t be that much fun , and luda was mostly minding the stew . and if hoyt was giving you the stink eye and then you could only imagine monty would be too if he was rolled in . 

“ y/n , how about you help me out and get that spice for me off the shelf over there . ” oh thank god . you got up with a polite ‘ yes ma’am ’ , moving to grab the container she said and offering it to her . she added it to the stew and hummed , picking up some of the veggies and meat on the spoon and offering it to you , “ now tell me what you think , an’ no lyin’ i want your honest answer . ”

you blew on the offered spoon softly before putting it to your lifts . a soft ‘ mmm ’ left you as you chewed and swallowed . with one hand on your hip , you looked between luda and her stew , contemplating the flavors . “ it’s good . could use another dash of that seasoning you got there and some more black pepper and it’d be even better . ”

luda gave a smile and patted your arm gently . “ that’s what i like to hear . i’ll add to it and then supper’ll be ready . you go on and sit down , thank you darlin’ . i’m happy at least someone in this house gives me feed back about my cookin’ instead of being ungrateful . ”

you couldn’t help the twitch at your lips as you moved to the table , stopping when you saw tommy in the door way , eyes on you and an expression you couldn’t place on his masked features . “ hey , tommy . were are you sittin’ ? ”

thomas had came down as momma had been chewing out hoyt the second time , standing in the door way to watch hoyt huff and puff and cross his arms . but the old man didn’t have his attention for long before he was looking at you . he wanted to walk over , to sit next to you , maybe you would talk more to him .

but before he could move his momma was calling you over . and he couldn’t help but feel like he was dreaming . it felt so right watching you . the way you brought momma her spice jar , the way momma offered you a taste and you took it , mulling over the flavors before giving your two cents . it was so domestic . and thomas couldn’t stop himself from seeing you standing over a stove , calling him over to taste your cooking , a smile meant only for him on your face .

he was brought out of his fantasy by you calling out to him . the fondness on his face still there as you spoke . half in a haze , still so affected by seeing you in his shirt , seeing you be so casual with his family , he grunted and nodded towards the seat next to you . you laughed , and his chest clenched so painfully sweet in his chest . “ looks like i’ll be sitting next to good company . ” your smile sent butterflies swarming through his stomach . and he felt weightless as he moved closer to take his seat . 

“ hoyt , go on and get monty , dinner’s ready . ”

hoyt huffed at he got up , shooting you a glare only to get one shot back from tommy . mumbling about wasting food on meat under his breath . 

“ i can help make everyone’s bowls , miss luda mae . you can go sit down . you might be made of tough stuff , but you need rest too . besides , i don’t mind . it’s the least i can do for y’all helping me out and inviting me over . ”

“ well ain’t you a little sugar plum . alright darlin’ i’ll go sit . ain’t they just a little homemaker , tommy ? ” you laughed at that , glancing over your shoulder as you started to pour stew into each bowl . you shot a wink to luda , being playful and silly .

“ well that’s what i was raised to be . gotta show off my only skills somehow . ” you laughed as you turned back to your task .

luda gave a smug look at thomas , shoulders back and chest puffed out in smug pride . she knew what her son was thinking , and thomas wanted to hide his face in his hands at the embarrassment . you saying something like that make tommy’s heart jolt . a little homemaker . . . would you . . . could you ever be his ? he shook his head , huffing to himself and glaring at the table . he didn’t want to risk looking up at luda , knowing damn well his momma was more than up to something and probably looking like a cat who stole milk . 

hoyt rolled monty in as you started serving food . starting with luda , then going to hoy and monty , finishing with tommy and yourself . you counted your blessings that you were sat between tommy and luda . and when they offered their hands for the dinner time prayer you took them without issue . and you could have sworn you felt tommy’s hand twitch as he held yours . 

"we were hungry and he gave us meat. thirsty and he gave us drink. amen . ”

hoyt’s prayer was short and to the point , and the table all mummered their own amen . the rest of the dinner went well , light conversation , mostly with smiles tossed tommy’s way when hoyt said something harsh or monty made a rude comment , he looked exhausted by them and kept sassing them with a single glare . and luda kept you entertained by asking you questions about your life , your family , your hobbies . everything seemed to meet approval , the old woman happy with how nice it was to have a kind house guest for once . 

“ well now , that was a good dinner . it always tastes better when you’ve got good company . ” luda mae was smiling , giving your arm a small squeeze . you could only blush and nod , eyes bright with the fact that you were able to make luda’s evening a little better . she really was a sweet woman . 

with a smile you got up , confusing some of the family for a moment before you started gathering empty bowls and cups from the table . hoyt huffed , making his first kind , well sorta kind , comment about how you at least had some damn manners . luda wanted to fuss but you just turned her words back on her with a goody smile . 

“ none of that now , you cooked , so i’ll clean . it’s the only polite thing to do . so hush up and enjoy your family . ” she laughed , swatting at you with her napkin as your sass . it drew a chuckle from tommy , his eyes soft as he watched you , yet again , act like a little homemaker . in his shirt , in his house , wearing his clothes , taking care of his family’s dishes . that soft look of longing , of want , came over his face . he’d barely just met you , but he could tell he was already starting to get week for you . 

you washed the dishes while humming , not minding the chore at all as the rest of the family talked , not noticing how thomas was gazing at you with such sweet intensity . but luda noticed . as did hoyt and monty . and suddenly thinks clicked in the two older men’s head . they looked to luda , who only gave a pointed look back . 

“ my baby boy deserves some happiness . ain’t my fault they caught his eye . and i ain’t about to let this opportunity pass him up . so y’all best be with me on this . ” her voice was a harsh whisper , unheard by you over the sound of water and clanging dishes . even thomas wasn’t aware of the conversation . instead he’d moved to stand next to you , picking up a clean dishrag and starting to dry as you washed . it was an excuse to be close to you , and he was thankful that you seemed to enjoy his company . 

“ tomorrow mornin’ i’m gonna need you to take monty outside to look at y/n’s truck . said there might be something wrong with the ac . poor thing was red faced and burning up when she came into the store today . you think we might have something to fix it in that old barn or spare parts from those old abandoned trucks out back ? ” 

you turned at that , flustered , “ miss luda , you really don’t have to . mr monty , it’s fine . i can handle a little heat and it’s not that far of a drive to where i’m going , i can take a few hours in that truck - ”

“ oh hush now . ain’t no one can last happy in the texas heat that long while driving . if we got the parts then monty’ll fix it . besides , he’s been getting lazy of late and it’ll be good for him to move around and get to fixin’ somethin’ . ”

you looked between them and hoyt just snickered , “ ain’t no use in gettin’ on momma’s bad side . thought i wouldn’t mind it if you did . ”

“ hush , hoyt . ”

you sighed , running a hand over the back of your neck before letting your shoulders drop . “ yes , ma’am . if you insist . but i don’t wanna just laze about . maybe there’s something i can do to help around the house while mr monty looks at my truck ? ”

“ oh , we’ll figure it out . for now just finish up those dishes and tommy’ll show you where you’ll be sleepin’ tonight . 

there’s a smile , a ‘ yes , ma’am ’ given and you return to task . it’s finsihed fairly quickly , thomas looking down and then nodding his head towards the stairs , guiding you to the second floor .

as you leave the room , luda mae turns serious as she looks at her eldest and her brother . “ make sure that truck can’t be driven off this property . do what you need to , but i don’t want her leavin’ . thomas likes them well enough already , and they’re good company . and look , they even went out their way to do dishes and is offering to help ‘round the house . you understand me . and don’t you go tryin’ to chase them off . thomas deserves someone nice , and i could use a helpin’ had around here with chores . ”

hoyt and monty look to each other and then back at luda . hoyt , even as cranky as he is , knows that momma’s word is law . even if he plays himself as man of the house . “ alright momma . you get to keep em . but when they see what we do and tuck tail and run - ”

“ they won’t . not until they need to know . ”

monty huffs , not wanting to go out in the hot sun , even if it is to tear up and mess with a truck . thought he has to admit . . . maybe doing that wouldn’t be so bad . it’s been a good while since he had his hands coated in grease . he nodded . “ fine , as long as i get the next pretty thing . ain’t fair none when hoyt get’s to tie up the pretty - ”

“ it’s settled then . and monty , you watch that mouth of yours . aint want them to hear nothing vulgar out your mouth . ”

meanwhile , you followed tommy upstairs , completely unaware of that you were about to become more than a guest of the hewitt family .

[slashersins-abandoned]

how you met thomas

part six . 

part one . part two . part three . part four . part five .

“ are you sure you don’t need help with anything , miss luda mae ? ”

“ oh now hush , you’re our guest . you just sit there and look pretty . i was worried that ol’ shirt of tommy’s might of swallowed you up , but you made it look nice . ”

you laughed , rubbing the back of your head and beaming as luda stood over a hot stove , making some sort of stew . hoyt was there , arms crossed and glaring at you . the feeling of his eyes burning holes into the back of your head making you a bit uncomfortable . but you guess anyone who just got chewed out by their momma in front of a stranger would feel like glaring .

“ made ya look damn good enough to eat . ” hoyt spat out with venom . luda turned , giving her son a pointed and harsh look .

“ now listen here . you’re gonna mind your manners or you’ll go bed hungry . i ain’t gonna have no disrespect in this house . quick your grumbling and act like a gentleman ! ”

once again you found yourself staring at the floor feeling utterly embarrassed for the older man . you brushed off his comment , wishing tommy was back down stairs so you could at least have someone to talk . you figured hoyt wouldn’t be that much fun , and luda was mostly minding the stew . and if hoyt was giving you the stink eye and then you could only imagine monty would be too if he was rolled in .

“ y/n , how about you help me out and get that spice for me off the shelf over there . ” oh thank god . you got up with a polite ‘ yes ma’am ’ , moving to grab the container she said and offering it to her . she added it to the stew and hummed , picking up some of the veggies and meat on the spoon and offering it to you , “ now tell me what you think , an’ no lyin’ i want your honest answer . ”

you blew on the offered spoon softly before putting it to your lifts . a soft ‘ mmm ’ left you as you chewed and swallowed . with one hand on your hip , you looked between luda and her stew , contemplating the flavors . “ it’s good . could use another dash of that seasoning you got there and some more black pepper and it’d be even better . ”

luda gave a smile and patted your arm gently . “ that’s what i like to hear . i’ll add to it and then supper’ll be ready . you go on and sit down , thank you darlin’ . i’m happy at least someone in this house gives me feed back about my cookin’ instead of being ungrateful . ”

you couldn’t help the twitch at your lips as you moved to the table , stopping when you saw tommy in the door way , eyes on you and an expression you couldn’t place on his masked features . “ hey , tommy . were are you sittin’ ? ”

thomas had came down as momma had been chewing out hoyt the second time , standing in the door way to watch hoyt huff and puff and cross his arms . but the old man didn’t have his attention for long before he was looking at you . he wanted to walk over , to sit next to you , maybe you would talk more to him .

but before he could move his momma was calling you over . and he couldn’t help but feel like he was dreaming . it felt so right watching you . the way you brought momma her spice jar , the way momma offered you a taste and you took it , mulling over the flavors before giving your two cents . it was so domestic . and thomas couldn’t stop himself from seeing you standing over a stove , calling him over to taste your cooking , a smile meant only for him on your face .

he was brought out of his fantasy by you calling out to him . the fondness on his face still there as you spoke . half in a haze , still so affected by seeing you in his shirt , seeing you be so casual with his family , he grunted and nodded towards the seat next to you . you laughed , and his chest clenched so painfully sweet in his chest . “ looks like i’ll be sitting next to good company . ” your smile sent butterflies swarming through his stomach . and he felt weightless as he moved closer to take his seat .

“ hoyt , go on and get monty , dinner’s ready . ”

hoyt huffed at he got up , shooting you a glare only to get one shot back from tommy . mumbling about wasting food on meat under his breath .

“ i can help make everyone’s bowls , miss luda mae . you can go sit down . you might be made of tough stuff , but you need rest too . besides , i don’t mind . it’s the least i can do for y’all helping me out and inviting me over . ”

“ well ain’t you a little sugar plum . alright darlin’ i’ll go sit . ain’t they just a little homemaker , tommy ? ” you laughed at that , glancing over your shoulder as you started to pour stew into each bowl . you shot a wink to luda , being playful and silly .

“ well that’s what i was raised to be . gotta show off my only skills somehow . ” you laughed as you turned back to your task .

luda gave a smug look at thomas , shoulders back and chest puffed out in smug pride . she knew what her son was thinking , and thomas wanted to hide his face in his hands at the embarrassment . you saying something like that make tommy’s heart jolt . a little homemaker … would you … could you ever be his ? he shook his head , huffing to himself and glaring at the table . he didn’t want to risk looking up at luda , knowing damn well his momma was more than up to something and probably looking like a cat who stole milk .

hoyt rolled monty in as you started serving food . starting with luda , then going to hoy and monty , finishing with tommy and yourself . you counted your blessings that you were sat between tommy and luda . and when they offered their hands for the dinner time prayer you took them without issue . and you could have sworn you felt tommy’s hand twitch as he held yours .

“we were hungry and he gave us meat. thirsty and he gave us drink. amen . ”

hoyt’s prayer was short and to the point , and the table all mummered their own amen . the rest of the dinner went well , light conversation , mostly with smiles tossed tommy’s way when hoyt said something harsh or monty made a rude comment , he looked exhausted by them and kept sassing them with a single glare . and luda kept you entertained by asking you questions about your life , your family , your hobbies . everything seemed to meet approval , the old woman happy with how nice it was to have a kind house guest for once .

“ well now , that was a good dinner . it always tastes better when you’ve got good company . ” luda mae was smiling , giving your arm a small squeeze . you could only blush and nod , eyes bright with the fact that you were able to make luda’s evening a little better . she really was a sweet woman .

with a smile you got up , confusing some of the family for a moment before you started gathering empty bowls and cups from the table . hoyt huffed , making his first kind , well sorta kind , comment about how you at least had some damn manners . luda wanted to fuss but you just turned her words back on her with a goody smile .

“ none of that now , you cooked , so i’ll clean . it’s the only polite thing to do . so hush up and enjoy your family . ” she laughed , swatting at you with her napkin as your sass . it drew a chuckle from tommy , his eyes soft as he watched you , yet again , act like a little homemaker . in his shirt , in his house , wearing his clothes , taking care of his family’s dishes . that soft look of longing , of want , came over his face . he’d barely just met you , but he could tell he was already starting to get week for you .

you washed the dishes while humming , not minding the chore at all as the rest of the family talked , not noticing how thomas was gazing at you with such sweet intensity . but luda noticed . as did hoyt and monty . and suddenly thinks clicked in the two older men’s head . they looked to luda , who only gave a pointed look back .

“ my baby boy deserves some happiness . ain’t my fault they caught his eye . and i ain’t about to let this opportunity pass him up . so y’all best be with me on this . ” her voice was a harsh whisper , unheard by you over the sound of water and clanging dishes . even thomas wasn’t aware of the conversation . instead he’d moved to stand next to you , picking up a clean dishrag and starting to dry as you washed . it was an excuse to be close to you , and he was thankful that you seemed to enjoy his company .

“ tomorrow mornin’ i’m gonna need you to take monty outside to look at y/n’s truck . said there might be something wrong with the ac . poor thing was red faced and burning up when she came into the store today . you think we might have something to fix it in that old barn or spare parts from those old abandoned trucks out back ? ”

you turned at that , flustered , “ miss luda , you really don’t have to . mr monty , it’s fine . i can handle a little heat and it’s not that far of a drive to where i’m going , i can take a few hours in that truck - ”

“ oh hush now . ain’t no one can last happy in the texas heat that long while driving . if we got the parts then monty’ll fix it . besides , he’s been getting lazy of late and it’ll be good for him to move around and get to fixin’ somethin’ . ”

you looked between them and hoyt just snickered , “ ain’t no use in gettin’ on momma’s bad side . thought i wouldn’t mind it if you did . ”

“ hush , hoyt . ”

you sighed , running a hand over the back of your neck before letting your shoulders drop . “ yes , ma’am . if you insist . but i don’t wanna just laze about . maybe there’s something i can do to help around the house while mr monty looks at my truck ? ”

“ oh , we’ll figure it out . for now just finish up those dishes and tommy’ll show you where you’ll be sleepin’ tonight .

there’s a smile , a ‘ yes , ma’am ’ given and you return to task . it’s finsihed fairly quickly , thomas looking down and then nodding his head towards the stairs , guiding you to the second floor .

as you leave the room , luda mae turns serious as she looks at her eldest and her brother . “ make sure that truck can’t be driven off this property . do what you need to , but i don’t want her leavin’ . thomas likes them well enough already , and they’re good company . and look , they even went out their way to do dishes and is offering to help ‘round the house . you understand me . and don’t you go tryin’ to chase them off . thomas deserves someone nice , and i could use a helpin’ had around here with chores . ”

hoyt and monty look to each other and then back at luda . hoyt , even as cranky as he is , knows that momma’s word is law . even if he plays himself as man of the house . “ alright momma . you get to keep em . but when they see what we do and tuck tail and run - ”

“ they won’t . not until they need to know . ”

monty huffs , not wanting to go out in the hot sun , even if it is to tear up and mess with a truck . thought he has to admit … maybe doing that wouldn’t be so bad . it’s been a good while since he had his hands coated in grease . he nodded . “ fine , as long as i get the next pretty thing . ain’t fair none when hoyt get’s to tie up the pretty - ”

“ it’s settled then . and monty , you watch that mouth of yours . aint want them to hear nothing vulgar out your mouth . ”

meanwhile , you followed tommy upstairs , completely unaware of that you were about to become more than a guest of the hewitt family .