#idk what sam’s hand is doing but that’s the best i could do </3 i need to practise more

[its-time-to-write]

This may be a bit of a strange idea (Feel free to ignore this request)

But since your about Jaime Tartt baby fic. I had the thought of Jaime trying to give reader a break takes the baby in a stroller to training with Roy and Roy is just kind of like WTF and other hijinks ensue like maybe someone flirts with Jamie with the baby or roy gets left with the baby at somepoint or Reader is freaken out cause the baby is gone. IDK just an idea that has been stuck in my head since I read your baby fic

Dude this request was not strange AT ALL. It was actually nice because it was similar to something I wanted to write, and I haven’t been able to do that because I’ve been doing requests. THANK YOU.

i’ll still be right next to you my dear

Your daughter Bea is five months old. You’re still sleep-deprived, but less than you were a month ago. Jamie does his absolute best as her dad and your husband, but the weight of it still falls to you. Things have gotten considerably less tense, too, since you moved out of the flat and back into your house. It was weird at first, both you and Jamie walking on little eggshells around each other. 

The tension was broken with an all-hands-on-deck moment at 1am, when Bea had a stomach bug or something, and you two had no choice but to just laugh in resignation at the sheer enormity of the mess she made. There go the beginnings of sleep training. 

Bea had her own schedule, one that involved being an early bird like her dad. She would wake up five to ten minutes before his 3:30 alarm went off, and it got to the point where he barely even set it anymore. 

Jamie would get out of bed, throw on some pants, change her, and then zip through his morning routine. He’d put her back to bed, give you a half-awake kiss, then be out the door before Roy could knock. 

(Roy made that mistake early on, waking Bea. You thoroughly chewed him out in an exhausted rage. Jamie says it’s the closest thing he’s ever seen to Roy crying).

Anyway, at 3:55 this Saturday morning, Jamie kisses you, says, “I’ve got Bea, so sleep in,” and is gone before you even know what’s happening. 

You flop back on the pillow and are out in seconds. 

—

“The fuck is this?” Roy says the moment Jamie steps out the door, pushing a happy Bea in her jogging stroller.

“The fuck does it look like?” Jamie replies. “Her mum needed sleep, so Bea’s joining us for training.” He leans over the stroller to look at his daughter and coos, “Isn’t that right, angel?”

Bea makes a delighted gurgle and Roy grunts.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me the great Uncle Roy is daunted by a silly wee baby?” Jamie says, grinning. “You are Bea’s favorite.”

Roy glares at Jamie. “Don’t fucking lie to me, everyone knows Sam’s her fucking favorite. She even likes fucking Isaac better than me.”

Jamie pouts. “Don’t listen to him, Bea. We know you love Uncle Roy, even though he’s being a twat.”

Roy just grunts and looks at Bea. “You know how I feel about you, kid,” he says. She babbles. She knows. 

“Alright, come on. Suppose the stroller gives your dad some extra weight while he runs.”

Jamie grins, and starts jogging down the street.

—

You wake up to the sound of silence. No Bea, no Jamie. Just birds chirping and the sun shining. You squint at the clock. 8:37am. You reach for your phone and see a selfie from Jamie of him, Bea, and Roy marked 7:02am with the caption, headed to breakfast! 

You now have a hazy recollection of Jamie saying something about taking Bea when he left, but it felt like a dream at the time. The silence makes more sense now. 

You smile and send heart emojis. I love you! you type. 

love u 2, Jamie replies. Then: I hope that was for me not Roy?

You shake your head. That boy. He thinks he’s a comedian.

You roll out of bed and stretch. Time for a nice, long shower, then a good coffee from Jamie’s complementary espresso machine. You’re not gonna lie, there are certain perks to being married to a footballer.

—

Meanwhile, Jamie and Roy have stopped for breakfast at a café that Roy says fits in with Jamie’s diet. He says no coffee and Jamie makes a disgusted face and replies you’re not the boss of me, which is why they’re letting Bea decide if Jamie gets coffee or not by seeing who will get her to smile first. 

Jamie wins, of course. It’s part of being a dad. 

They’re sitting at a table outside till 9am, Bea out of her stroller and in Jamie’s arms. They’re on their third cups of coffee and Bea’s draining her bottle of formula like there’s no tomorrow. Jamie is in the middle of stroking Bea’s nose (a miniature version of yours) and watching her eyes blink slow, when two girls walk up to their table. 

“Ohmygod, no way, is that your baby?” one girl asks. 

Jamie looks up and gives a polite, perfunctory, “yeah,” and turns back to Bea. Roy’s sitting back in his seat, ready to watch this unfold. 

“It is like, so totally adorable. There’s something so sweet about a baby, don’t you think?” the other girl says, putting her hand on Jamie’s shoulder. He shifts away as politely as he can. 

“I just think that like, men with babies are so much hotter than men without babies,” girl 1 continues, oblivious to Jamie, who has shifted Bea onto his chest and is displaying his left hand as conspicuously as possible. He taps Bea’s back with his ring finger in what he hopes is an absentminded manner. 

Roy holds back a snort.

“Especially single dads,” says girl 2. “Soo hot. I’ll give you my number if you ever need a babysitter.”

She’s barely done speaking when Jamie blurts out, “I’m married.” He looks so harried that this time Roy can’t hold back a laugh. The girls turn to him with a glare, then back to Jamie. 

“She doesn’t have to know,” says one of them. 

“Pretty sure she does,” Jamie replies. “And anyway, I ain’t interested. Have a good morning.”

Bea, the angel that she is chooses that exact moment to start burping. 

The girls give her a disgusted look and turn away. 

Roy looks at Jamie, eyebrows raised and a ghost of a smile on his face. “Nice fucking move with the ring finger,” he says. “If it were me, I’d’ve fucking given them a different fucking finger.”

“That’s where you and me differ, granddad,” Jamie replies, wiping spit up off his vest (waterproof, thank god), “I’m a gentleman.”

Roy rolls his eyes and shakes his head. 

— 

The windows are open, the laundry is spinning, and you’re dancing around the house. You love Bea, but god you also love good rest. And a clean house. And Jamie Tartt. Man, you love him. You can’t believe he took Bea out for the whole morning and knowing him and Roy, they’ll be out until at least 11am. You smile. That gives you time to head to the shops and pick up some flowers, which will make you feel like a civilized human being, one who has her life together and can take care of her child and her husband and maybe, just maybe, one who is in the mood to get laid tonight. 

—

Jamie and Roy are strolling through Richmond, passing by shops and enjoying what feels like the first lovely day in ages. Jamie hasn’t heard from you since you asked is this shirt clean or dirty? with a picture near the washing machine. He knows Saturday cleaning is like a ritual to you, one you picked up in high school and carried on through college. You have a system and you take your time, windows open and music playing. He can picture you spinning around the house putting things away, and that mental image is enough to make his face split into a smile. He remembers the Saturdays you spent before Bea, you cleaning and dancing, and him, well, not helping but certainly dancing with you and promising that he’ll give you more dirty sheets to wash if you’d just take a tiny little break? In the bedroom? With no clothes on because they need to be washed, wink wink?

It usually worked. 

You’d lay in bed for precisely ten minutes afterward, take a no-nonsense shower, then kick him out of the house. He’d be gone for an hour, buying you that chocolate you liked and whatever flowers he thought suited the day. There’s a good thought. He should get you flowers, a reminder of their early days of romance. And maybe, just maybe, Bea can sleep soundly enough that they can revive other traditions, too. 

“Roy,” Jamie begins.

“No.”

“Oi, you didn’t even let me finish!” he says indignantly.

“Fine. What do you fucking want.”

“It ain’t for me,” Jamie says, “it’s for Bea. And my wife. I want to get her flowers, but it ain’t easy to push the stroller and look. Can you take Bea around the green? I’ll come find ya when I’m done.”

Roy stares at Jamie, and Jamie is sure he’s going to say no. But then Roy walks around to the front of the stroller and crouches down in front of Bea. 

“If your dad fucking goes and gets flowers for your mum, do you promise to be alright for twenty minutes? I know I’m not fucking Sam or Isaac, but Phoebe thinks I’m a good uncle. She’s a proper fucking dweeb, but a good judge of character.”

Bea just stares at him. Roy slaps his thighs and stands up. “Alright,” he says. “Let’s go.”

Jamie grins and says, “Bye, Beatrice. Be good for Uncle Roy.” He gives her a kiss on her forehead, a boop on the nose, and is gone, weaving through Richmond, man on a mission. 

“Your mum’s a fucking saint for putting up with him,” Roy says to Bea. Bea says nothing. She’s fallen asleep. Roy shrugs and starts pushing her in the direction of the green. Better asleep than crying. 

—

You’re showered, dressed, with just a touch of makeup, and you’re on your way to the flower shop. There’s this little one you and Jamie used to go to. You know the owner a little, but you suppose Jamie knows her better because he’s been in more. She’s about the age of his mum, and has a soft spot for him. He overpays and always leaves one flower for her. He hasn’t had the time to be over since Bea, so you say hello and show her some baby pictures, and then some of Bea and Jamie. You both laugh over your favorite, Jamie passed out on the couch, mouth open, wearing gray sweatpants and a single sock, with Bea on his stomach in a gray onesie and a single sock. She’s drooling on him and his hair’s a mess, but you think it’s adorably hilarious. Like father, like daughter. 

Now, you’re perusing the flowers. It smells wonderful, the warm weather diffusing the fragrances through the shop. You turn a corner and bonk straight into a man with his back turned to you. You open your mouth to apologize and he turns, and out comes, “Jamie?”

He smiles and you peer behind him. “Where’s Bea? Oh my god Jamie, did you lose our daughter? She had better be close by, I swear to god, Jamie Tartt, how do you lose an entire baby, especially one as noisy as Bea?!” 

You’re oblivious to Jamie’s attempts to interrupt your rant, so when you pause for a breath he says, “love.”

You turn to face him, from where you were trying to stand on your tiptoes hoping for a glimpse of Bea’s stroller. 

“I didn’t lose her. She’s with Roy. D’you really think I’m that irresponsible?” 

He looks so hurt that you realize what you’ve been saying. Your hands fly up to your mouth. Of course Jamie wouldn’t lose Bea. He loves her. He looks at her as though she makes the stars shine. 

“Babe. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I just wasn’t expecting to see you, and then I wasn’t expecting to see you without Bea, and I thought I’d surprise you by getting flowers before you both got back, and-” you stop. Jamie is gently holding your face and smiling, no longer hurt. 

“Babe,” he says, “love of me life and best mum around, it’s ok. I know whatcha mean.” He tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Bit funny we had the same idea, innit?”

You smile. You’d been so caught up in your split-second worry about Bea, you didn’t even realize what was happening. 

“Guess some things don’t change,” you reply. “You pick out any good ones?”

Jamie places his hand over his heart. “Love. I only pick out good ones. I picked you, didn’t I?” You laugh at his sparkling eyes, and put your hands on his waist, pulling him close. 

“Pretty sure I picked you,” you reply. 

Jamie hums. “That’s a fuckin lie, and you know it.”

Your feeble retort is cut off by his lips on yours. 

—

You and Jamie walk toward the green, hand in hand. He’s holding bright yellow daffodils in the other. 

Jamie spots Roy first. “Oi!” he yells, “look who I found!”

You wave, jog over to Bea, and crouch down. “Hi baby! I missed you! Did you have fun with Uncle Roy?” Bea babbles at the sound of your voice. 

“Oh good,” you reply, “he is your third-favorite uncle, after all.”

Roy nods. “You fucking get it. Jamie tried to feed me this fucking bullshit that I was fucking number one.”

“Jamie!” you say. “Everyone knows it goes Sam, then Isaac, then Roy.”

Jamie puts his hands up defensively. 

“Honesty,” Roy says, “Such an admirable quality. Remind me again why you’re with this fucking prick?”

You pretend to think for a moment then say, “For his money.”

Jamie says “Oi!” so you quickly amend, “And his smokin’ hot body.”

Jamie nods, satisfied. “That’s better.”

Roy is looking at Jamie in disgust. “You two are so fucking adorable, it’s fucking disgusting. C’mon Bea. I see Sam over by that bench. Let’s give these fucking idiots some time alone.”

You and Jamie turn to each other. 

“He said we’re adorable,” you say, grinning. 

“He said we get alone time,” Jamie says, grinning back. 

“Roy!” you call, “how much time do we have?”

“Three hours!” Sam yells back. “I want to walk Bea to my restaurant!”

You and Jamie turn back to each other, giddy. 

“You know what that means,” you say. 

“Sex,” he replies immediately. 

You laugh and grab his hand. “C’mon, babe. Let’s enjoy our alone time.”

As you walk away, Jamie says, “Oi, need to tell you about these girls who were trying to flirt with me. But don’t worry, I gave them the finger.” He holds up his ring finger and you slap his arm. 

“This is why I love you.”

“Really? And here I only thought you were with me for my money,” he replies. 

“And your hot body. Don’t forget that one,” you say. 

“How could I forget?” he says. “When we get home, let’s put it to some good use.

[vioartemis]

Two’s company, three’s a crowd (Part 3)

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader || Sam Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: Things aren't really going well after what happened, and a new murder spree does not help. Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 Warnings: violence, blood, death, Ghostface, explicit language at one point, angst maybe (?) a/n: honestly I was on freestyle mode the whole time so idk if that even make sense 😭 (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

The atmosphere was tensed at the apartment. Tara wasn’t talking to you or her sister, and you both felt bad for hurting her. Sam for ‘stealing’ the girl she loved, and you for breaking her heart after giving her hope.

You tried to tell her in the less hurtful way possible, but that kind of thing always hurt, no matter how you handle it.

As if it wasn’t enough, their roommate, Quinn, wouldn’t stop making dirty jokes about you and Sam, not caring if Tara was in the room. You liked the redhead, she was nice, but sometimes you just prayed someone would make her shut up.

Quinn wasn’t exactly known to be quiet. She was pretty loud even. Especially when she was getting fucked by whatever guy she brought back to the apartment. Which happened like everyday.

It was part of the reason why Sam and you spent most nights at your apartment, so the mood isn’t ruined by Quinn’s moans. It was also to give Tara some space, and to keep a distance between her and your sexual life.

This night, however, you were at Sam and Tara’s apartment; after the news announced a murder in the neighborhood and that a Ghostface mask was found on the crime scene, it was the best thing to do.

Everyone was gathered in the apartment: Sam, Tara, Quinn, Anika, Mindy and Chad. You were making dinner with Sam while the others were chatting in the living room -minus Quinn who was in her room.

While you were watching the pastas, you felt Sam’s arms wrap around your waist from behind. She rested her chin on your shoulder.

“Thank you for staying… I mean- you could’ve left New York and-”

You turned around to face her, her arms still around you.

“Hey, I’m not leaving you here. We don’t even know if it’s really Ghostface, maybe it’s some kind of joke. Whatever it is, I’m staying with you, okay?”

She smiled softly, touched by your words. She kissed your lips and stayed close to them after pulling away.

“I appreciate it, but I don’t want you to get hurt…”

“I’ll be okay, I promise” you replied immediately, kissing her again

She hummed and kissed your forehead before going back to preparing dinner while saying:

“Your pan is overflowing, baby”

You quickly turned back to it and took it off the stove.

“You could’ve told me earlier!” you whisper-shouted

Sam chuckled.

“Sorry, I preferred kissing you”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, grabbing a sponge to wipe the water off the stove.

Suddenly, you heard noises coming from Quinn’s room. Not that it was unusual, but this time it didn’t sound like moans. Rather muffled screams.

You looked at Sam, then at the others, who apparently heard it too.

You walked a bit closer to her room.

“Quinn? Everything alright?”

No answer.

The noises in the room became slightly louder; you could hear fight noises now, as if someone was thrown against a wall, or the pieces of furniture were thrown across the room.

“Shit”

You tried to go in the room but Tara and Sam held you back.

“Y/n, no!” Tara said, holding your hand tightly

Sam agreed, her arm in front of you.

“Whatever is happening it does not sound good! We can’t-” you paused; the noises had stopped “Why did it stop?”

You looked at the others, fear rising.

The door burst opened, taking you all by surprise, and a bloodied Quinn was thrown forward, falling on Anika. You tried to help her up, but were dragged away by Tara, allowing you to dodge Ghostface’s knife.

She started running to the door, hand still holding yours. You were almost at the door when you were pulled backwards by your hair, causing you to let go of Tara’s hand.

“Y/n!”

She took a step closer to you.

“No! Go, Tara!”

She looked at you hesitantly, not wanting to leave you in that situation. Ghostface didn’t let her more time to think and kicked the door closed before slamming your head against it. You swore you heard your nose crack.

When the grip on your hair loosened, you fell on the floor. You felt dizzy, the world was spinning around you.

You felt someone lift you up and carry you for a few seconds. Things were all blurry around, and when your senses came back to normal, you saw blood all over the room.

“Shit…”

Anika was next to you, bleeding. Sam, Mindy and Chad were trying to push Quinn’s cupboard against the door leading to the bathroom.

Ghostface was banging against the door, to the point it was shaking. It was clear it wouldn’t last long.

“It’s not going to last! We need to find a way to get out of here!” Chad said

You silently agreed. Having regained your composure, you ripped off a part of Quinn’s sheets and tried to tie it around Anika to slow down the bleeding.

Mindy let her brother and Sam holding the door and took a look at the window.

“If we tie the sheets we could escape by the window!” she said

“Or we could just open the other door and flee the apartment” you whispered loud enough only for your friends to hear

They all look at you with wide eyes.

“That’s… that’s actually a good idea”

“Thanks Chad. Now we might want to hurry up, quietly”

"Wait, who goes first?" Chad asked

"Anika. Then Mindy, Sam and you"

"No no no, you go before me. You're hurt." Sam declared

"I'm fine, I promise. Trust me, okay?"

She didn't move, hesitant, before nodding reluctantly.

You gave Anika and Mindy a nod, signal for them to go and open the door as quietly as they could. They did and walked to the apartment door, which they opened as well. Chad followed them soon after they left you field of vision.

You were now alone with Sam, trying to keep Ghostface busy with the bathroom door.

"Go!" you whispered to your girlfriend

She gave you an unsure look; the door was going to break soon, and she didn't want you to die.

"Sam, go! I'll be right behind you, I promise" you reassured her quietly

She finally nodded and walked to the door.

Almost as soon as she left, Ghostface managed to kick the door open, causing you to stumble away due to the shock. He was soon on you again, pushing you on the floor, and tried to stab you.

You didn't have time to think and protected yourself with your left hand. You felt the blade sink right through it.

You thought it was over. You were going to die there. There was no way you could defend yourself, not when every fast movement made your head spin.

Luckily, Sam hadn't gone too far already, and came to rescue you. She slammed the knife stand on his head as violently as she could and kicked him in the face too.

That seemed to work, because Ghostface was on the floor, trying to regain composure.

Sam didn't lose any second and lifted you up before carrying you out of the apartment and down to the street. When you got down there, everyone was here.

An ambulance didn't take long to arrive.

They took care of Anika first, as she was the most hurt of the group. Then they checked your forehead, opened due to your head being slammed against the door, and bandaged up your hand after stitching it up.

While the police what interrogating Sam, Tara came to you.

"How are you feeling?" she asked quietly

It was obvious she felt guilty for letting you in while she was safe outside.

"I'm okay, it's nothing too serious, don't worry" you reassured her She hesitated for a minute, before hugging you tightly.

"I was so scared... A-after the door closed I- I tried to go back inside but.." she sniffled "If I were there maybe I could’ve protected you…”

"Hey.." you hugged her back as best as you could "I'm okay, I promise"

"But your head, a-and your hand...

You rubbed your forehead.

"That's nothing. And that..." you looked at your wounded hand "Hey, we're twinning now!"

Your words caught her by surprise but caused her to chuckle slightly.

"Yeah, we're twinning now" she said with a little smile

After that, Anika stayed at the hospital. Mindy was chosen to keep her company and protect her -just in case. Gale and Kirby joined your little group, as did detective Bailey -Quinn's dad- and Ethan, who 'had e-con' when Ghostface attacked the apartment. He wasn't really convincing though... maybe he was the one who attacked you.

Thanks to Gale's help, you discovered a shrine dedicated to Ghostface and the previous Woodsboro murders. The one who did that clearly was obsessed with everything Ghostface related.

After that, Kirby 'kicked' Gale out of the group -saying it was not a place for a journalist-causing her to get attacked at her apartment. You were all afraid another original was about to die, and you hoped she would be okay.

After Gale's attack, you tried to elaborate a plan to kill Ghostface, and decided to lure him into the shrine, lock him in, and kill him.

"We should go there using the train" someone said

It was a terrible idea. There were so many people. Too many people.

You got separated from the rest of the group almost immediately. Luckily -or not- Ethan was with you. You took out your phone and texted Sam to tell her you had to take the next train.

Surprisingly, nothing bad happened on the way to the shrine. It was even a bit odd, considering it was a perfect occasion to attack Ethan and you.

You were almost at the shrine's door when you felt something hit the back of your head violently.

You knew it was going too well to last.

When you opened your eyes, you were inside the shrine, tied up.

“Ah, great, you’re awake. Perfect timing, really”

You turned around to see detective Bailey coming towards you.

“W-wait Ghostface, he-” you started, before being cut off

“I know, I know” the man said as he lifted you up and led you to the main room of the shrine.

When you got there, you saw Sam and Tara being held hostages by two people; Ethan -as you could have predicted- and…

“Quinn?”

“Hey pretty girl” she smirked and waved at you, knife in hand

You were completely lost; she was supposed to be dead!

In your confusion, you noticed Chad was nowhere to be found, and so was Kirby. You hoped they were safe.

“Enough talking.” Detective Bailey declared, pressing his knife against your throat “Now Y/n… I’ve been told you had trouble making choices”

Quinn winked at you.

“I figured you might want some help” she said

“It’s just a little plus to what we planned” Ethan added

“What? What are you talking about?” you asked

“Let me explain simply” the older man started. He pointed at Sam and Tara. “You get to choose who lives, and who dies”

Your eyes widened at his words.

What…?

You looked over at Sam, held by Quinn, knife dangerously close to her throat, then at Tara, whom Ethan was keeping still, also threatening her.

“So, Y/n? What do you decide?” the redhead asked

“Fuck you” you spat

“I’d rather fuck you, honestly” she smirked “If you knew how many times I’ve wanted to just pin you against a wall and fuck you right there, I-”

She didn’t have time to finish her sentence, as Sam threw her head back, hitting the other girl right in the face. Taken aback, she let her guard down, which allowed your girlfriend to take the knife from her hand.

Next to them, Tara managed to kick Ethan where it hurts, and tried to take his knife as well.

If Bailey was surprised by all that sudden action, he didn’t show any sign of it. Instead, he plunged his knife right in your stomach.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” he told the girls, who were about to stab the two other Ghostface

They turned to look in your direction and stopped all movements. They were hesitant now.

“Drop your weapons, now.” the man said

As they weren’t moving, considering all the possibilities, he twisted the knife to the side, making you whimper in pain and spit out some blood.

“Okay okay, stop!” Sam said, almost pleading him to stop hurting you

“You know what to do if you want me to stop”

He punctuated his words with another twist of the knife in your stomach.

Sam dropped the knife, and so did Tara.

As Quinn and Ethan bent down to grab their weapons again, a gunshot was heard and Bailey’s legs seemed to get weak. You took the opportunity to escape his grip.

Sam kicked Quinn in the face as she was still bent over, probably breaking her nose in the process -and maybe even a few teeth. Tara was quicker than Ethan to grab the knife, but slower to get back up. He grabbed her by the throat and tried to choke her, laughing like a psycho. The smaller girl had trouble moving.

Her sister was busy fighting Quinn, so you were the one to help her.

You took the knife from her hand and stabbed Ethan in the mouth.

“Don’t. Fucking. Touch her.” you said as you twisted the blade in his mouth, before pulling it out, letting his body fall to the floor

You turned to Tara.

“Are you okay…?”

She nodded, and was quick to hold you when she saw you stumbling.

“Are you okay? You’re bleeding a lot…”

She was worried, and afraid you were losing too much blood.

Sam soon arrived next to you, as concerned as her sister.

“Tara, please, can you try to slow down the bleeding?” she asked her

The youngest nodded.

“What are you going to do?” she asked her sister

Sam turned to where Bailey was, starting to stand up while holding his bleeding leg.

“Take care of him.” She said with a stern, cold voice

Tara led you away from the fights and took care of you. You were barely conscious at this point.

You didn’t see Sam and Kirby close to Bailey. You didn’t hear Kirby tell Sam she would just shoot him and it will be over. You didn’t hear Sam deny her, and stab the man at least 30 times, punctuated each stab with cold words, filled with venom.

She was so mad he hurt you. She was enraged. No one had the right to hurt you. No one had the right to even lay a finger on you.

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Months after this day, everything was back to normal; you were happy with Sam, and Tara had moved on. She even had her eye on someone.

Your wounds were healed, and the only remaining thing of them were scars. As you thought, you now had a matching scar with Tara, on your left hand. And just like her you had to train your hand everyday so you could use it properly again. Some nerves were cut when the blade went through your hand, which wasn’t the best thing.

But let’s see the positive: it gave you an opportunity to spend more time with Tara and bound together over something, even if it wasn’t the thing you would’ve imagined.

You braided each other’s hair every day, and you were regaining more and more control over your hand. It was like before, just you and your best friend.

Sam’s relation with her sister also improved after the events. They took time to talk, to really talk and listen to each other.

To say it briefly, you were back to an almost normal life, and you hoped it would last.

[Previous part]

[bloodynereid]

Hellllooooo! I was wondering if you could write a Jordan Li x freshman reader where they hide their relationship because they have more important matters at hand like The Woods.

Maybe they don't want to spoil a good thing, so secret moments and glances in a crowded room and going back to each other's arms late in the night will have to do for now.

Until one day they get caught? Maybe reader got hurt and Jordan looses their shit? Idk, anything's fine rlly. Have a nice one!

Stolen Kisses | headcanons

pairing: jordan li x gn! reader

tw: depictions of violence, kissing, broken bones, concussion, compound v, vought, mentions of jordan's parents

description: sometimes horrible things have the best outcomes.

a/n: hiii sorry for how long this took to write! originally this was going to be a fully fleshed fic but i have like zero energy to write atm so you get some headcanons! anyways hope you enjoy and lmk what you think <3

You met Jordan in a lecture at the beginning of the year. She was a sophomore but needed a certain credit to be able to graduate and had somehow chose to go to the lecture you were also attending.

It started out with sharing notes and memes over texts, that quickly evolved into long hours spent talking over the phone until the early hours of the morning.

You both had feelings for each other but were hesitant to say anything, especially because you constantly saw Jordan out with other people at parties.

It was a trip to Europe over the summer that changed things. Jordan kissed you under the Eiffel Tower and you constantly reminded him how cheesy that was but they said it was worth it.

You had wanted to tell the world about your relationship but because of Jordan’s relationship with their parents and the stakes of God U, you both kept quiet.

Once you both went back to classes and the summer was over, life became even more complicated when things (Luke) more or less blew up.

You were obviously happy to help your friends figure out what was going on with The Woods and you thought it would allow you to spend more time with Jordan.

However, this only pushed your relationship into being more secretive because Jordan was worried sick that Vought might come after you just for being involved with them, even after your constant reassurances that you were in this together.

So your relationship devolved into stolen kisses in dark corners and brushes of clothes.

That all changed when you were trying to subdue Luke’s brother, Sam. You ended up getting thrown through a wall, and since your powers didn’t involve rapid healing, you were left a bloody mess in the garden.

Jordan realized that they had been so wrong about hiding your relationship when he cradled you in their arms.

Thankfully, you were able to get to a hospital quickly and made it out with only a minor concussion and a few broken bones - thanks to Compound V.

Jordan had been sitting in a very uncomfortable hospital chair when you started to stir, finally showing a sign of life by clutching her hand in yours.

You groggily came to and smiled at Jordan, who immediately hugged you (carefully) and kissed you with so much passion and love that you could hardly believe you were actually awake.

All in all, it had only taken you nearly dying to make Jordan realize that they were ready to scream to the world that you were theirs.

[satans-helper]

Eat You Up

Pairing: Danny Wagner x (F) Reader x Sam Kiszka

Word Count: ~5k

Warnings: this is a threeway with HEAVY slash ft. fingering, food play (is that a term? Idk. It's whipped cream. Y'all know I'm not big on fetishes lol), oral sex, unprotected penetrative sex, facial, dirty talking. 18+ only <3

Thanks for the V-Day request, @brokebellsgvf ❤️💕 I spent zero time working yesterday and today. Instead, I wrote this LOL I really hope you enjoy!

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Your heart buzzed with excitement when you opened the front door and stepped onto the beginning of a trail of red and pink rose petals. You bent down to pick one up, feeling the silky softness between your fingers, and smiled to yourself as you imagined what might lie at the end of the trail, undoubtedly in the bedroom–a bottle of champagne, perhaps? A box of chocolates? Or maybe even chocolate sauce and whipped cream, and maybe some strawberries too, since sugar and your boyfriend just went so well together regardless of it being Valentine’s Day or not. But Danny always knew how to make each holiday exceptional, especially Valentine’s Day–he loved every aspect of it, no matter how tacky or commercial, because it meant he had even more of a reason to dote on you, to show how much he adored your and how much he enamored you. 

Too bad he wasn’t home yet, you thought as you dropped your bag and hung up your coat, then walked down the length of the rose petal trail. It would be difficult to not break into whatever was waiting down the hall for you without him, but he’d be home soon enough and then you two had the entire night together, and it wouldn’t be a short one. 

But when you opened the bedroom door and flicked the light on, it wasn’t a pile of romantic gifts on the bed that you saw–it was Sam, spread out and lounging atop a big smattering of those rose petals, and he was chewing on a strawberry in nothing more than a pair of bright red boxers.

“Samuel!” you shouted, bringing a hand to your chest. Totally unexpected in every way, his sudden appearance had given you quite the fright. Sam having his own key to yours and Danny’s place sometimes proved to be a total disruption. “What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you,” he answered, sitting up and crossing his legs. “And waiting for Daniel.” 

Since you’d been given a moment to catch your breath, you could see the bowl of strawberries next to him and the bottle of champagne, the box of chocolates and a can of whipped cream all on the floor–you’d guessed correctly about those. You just hadn’t guessed right about your boyfriend’s best friend being there too, because that thought had never entered your mind.

“What? Why?” you asked, remaining standing in the doorway, arms crossed over your chest. You loved Sam with all your heart, but Danny had your heart and soul, and you’d really been looking forward to Valentine’s Day with JUST your boyfriend. 

“He said he didn’t want you to have to spend one single minute of Valentine’s day alone,” Sam told you, then patted the empty space next to him. “Join me, Y/N. I’ve been waiting for fucking ever.”

“Sam, you know I get off work at five,” you replied, still motionless and still feeling bristly from this unexpected turn of events. All day, you’d been thinking about Danny, not his best friend.

“Ah, that’s right. I forgot.” Sam grinned, those Bambi eyes turning scandalous as he looked at you. “Well, between now and whenever Danny gets home, I could also get you off for real. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

You sighed with more irritation than was sincere, because a tingle was already between your legs at the thought of that and at the image of Sam before you, always so beautiful even when he was annoying and obscenely intrusive. It wouldn’t be cheating. You and Danny had an arrangement–both of you could fool around with Sam and only Sam whenever you wanted as long as the other knew about it and gave permission. It had never been an issue, primarily because the two of you had always involved Sam together, not separately. Sam proposing some one-on-one time with you was brand new. 

“Did Danny say that was okay? Really?”

Sam nodded fervently. “He said we can do anything and everything until he gets here. So what do ya say?” He gestured to the nightstand lamp that was glowing a soft, warm yellow light. “And turn the light off–you ruined the mood.” 

You considered all of that, lips pursing as you narrowed your eyes at him. You unlocked your phone and swiped to Danny’s number. “I’m gonna call him. Just to be safe,” you said, and you caught Sam rolling his eyes in response. 

“Hey, babe,” Danny said when he picked up, so casual–like he hadn’t orchestrated all of this. So had he really?

“Hello, my love. I have a quick question,” you said, eyeing Sam, who looked way too comfortable nearly naked and on your bed without Danny. “Did you really invite Sam over here?”

Danny laughed. “Yeah, I did. It was a surprise! I just didn’t want you to be alone. But I’ll be home soon.” His pitch dropped and his words slowed just a bit as he asked, “Are you guys having a good time?”

You were in shock all over again, but at least Sam hadn’t been sneaky about any of this. Well, so it seemed. You still had some questions: “So you’re okay with us…killing some time together? Just the two of us?”

Sam grinned in front of you, leaning back on his elbows against the mattress, while Danny said, “Sure. Just one thing–hands only.”

“Oh?” you chirped, glancing down at Sam’s big yet graceful and lithe hands spread out over the comforter. 

“Kissing is also allowed,” Danny told you. Even though he was talking about you and Sam, his voice had returned to being deep and seductive, making that tingle between your legs return. “But not down there. You know? Not until I come home, anyway.”

Before you could reply, Sam chimed in with, “Ask him if we can drink the champagne.”

“I heard that. Tell him no,” Danny answered. “And don’t tell him about the other bottle in the fridge. All good, princess?”

“Yes, all good. This was all just so surprising,” you admitted. “How much longer ‘til you’re home?”

“Probably another hour. I’ll text you when I leave but I, personally, won’t be surprised if you don’t check your phone.” Danny let out a soft chuckle before he added, “Have fun. Just not too much fun.”

“Okay. Love you,” you said, only hanging up after Danny said it right back. Suddenly you were a bundle of nerves with this new venture, and you wished you could crack into the champagne without Sam hogging it for himself. Instead, you reminded yourself that this was just Sam, one of your best friends, Danny’s own best friend, and someone you’d already kissed and touched more than enough times to be comfortable with doing all that again.

“Danny said to save the champagne,” you said as you flipped the ceiling light off. Then you were stepping forward; Sam was watching, eyebrows slightly raised. “He also said hands only.”

Sam tsked and rolled his eyes again. “Oh, come on.” 

You were directly in front of him now; you placed your hands on his bare shoulders. “Those are the rules, Sammy, and we’re gonna follow ‘em.”

Sam’s head turned, his eyes landing on your right hand on his shoulder; when he looked back up at you, dark eyes wide with what you surmised as his own version of surprise, his visage of smugness totally fell away. That was all it took for your nerves to cool off, and it didn’t take more than a few moments until you were also just in your undergarments, the two of you lying on the bed with your hands all over one another. Things always moved quickly when Sam was around.

“No special V-day lingerie?” he asked as he ran one finger down your bra strap. He was on top, straddling you, and his apparent erection was tenting his boxers and pressing right into your thigh. 

“I was going to put something on,” you said. “But just for my boyfriend.” It was true–you had a matching set of red and pink lace tucked away in the dresser. Instead, you were now still in basic black, though you knew that it was nothing for Sam to complain about. He was lucky to see you in anything–or nothing–at all, especially with Danny being absent. 

“I’m your boyfriend right now,” Sam replied, slick and easy, and you laughed and shook your head. He chuckled and brought his hands lower to squeeze your breasts, making your heartbeat speed up. “What do you think he’s gonna wear for you? Do you think he’s got some sexy briefs on right now or something?”

You looked up behind yourself, thinking about it for a moment, imagining what Danny truly might be wearing beneath his innocent blue jeans. “Maybe. He’s clearly full of surprises. Besides, he might want to top what he wore for me last year.”

Sam wiggled on top of you a little bit. “What’d he wear last year?”

You could still see it so clearly in your mind. “A purple crushed velvet g-string.”

Sam’s jaw dropped. “He did not.”

You laughed and ran your hands up and down Sam’s arms. “He did! It was made for men, but it still barely covered his junk. I loved it. It was also totally unexpected.”

Sam hummed in thought before he said, “Yeah. Danny does have a really big cock.”

It’d been a while since you’d heard Sam say that word, and it had the same effect on you as it always did–sweeping arousal that made you blush furiously. You could feel the flush spreading up your chest to your neck and face, and Sam, of course, took note. He bent down, cupping your face in his hands, and pressed a long, soft kiss to your lips. 

Although it had taken only seconds for Sam to help you strip down to your bra and panties and climb on top of you, his kisses remained slow and lingering–also surprising. It was as if he was a little nervous too, though he was skilled at playing it off and masquerading as confident, even cocky. Instead of the rushed, over-eager gnashing of teeth and tongue you’d imagined, he was gentle and considering with each brush of his lips and small swipe of his tongue; his hands were the same along your body, with those longer fingers dancing over your skin, his palms skating gracefully over the the planes and curves of your muscles and flesh. 

You reciprocated, touching him wherever you could. Sam’s shoulders were slighter than Danny’s and his back was narrower and, unencumbered by anyone else, you were able to touch him completely freely. His skin was satiny and warm, inviting beneath your fingers, which slipped lower and lower, traveling down his waist, over his belly, then finally to linger at the elastic waistband of his boxers.

“Should I take them off?” Sam asked, his lips pressed against your chin while the kisses were paused. 

“I think,” you said as you indeed thought about it, quickly coming to a conclusion while Sam ground against you. “We should leave what we have on, on. Let Danny unwrap us both when he gets home. It’s the least we can do.”

Sam gave a huff of disapproval, but your hand wrapping around his cock cut the noise short. He sighed with what sounded like relief instead and nuzzled his face into your neck, his breath warm against your ear as he said, “Fair enough. A few scraps of fabric have never truly impeded me.” 

“You hate clothes,” you said with a small laugh. You caressed Sam’s upper back with one hand while the other still managed to stroke him down below, the weight and structure of his dick still very obvious in your hand despite the layer of cotton acting as a barrier. 

“Yeah, but I like you enough to respect your wishes.” Sam hummed and humped into your hand as his nose brushed against the side of your neck. “This feels good, but you sliding your hand down there might feel better.”

To spare him from chafing and ruining the whole night, you obliged and, when you did, Sam reciprocated by slipping his fingers beneath the top of your panties. Though the contact was expected, your breath still hitched at the sensation, then a quiet moan slipped out when Sam’s middle finger slid right over your clit. 

It was a little funny, or that was the best word you could come up with in your Sam-filled haze, that just as you were fully relaxing into everything, Sam said, “This is kinda weird without him, isn’t it?” You didn’t have time to reply before he deliberately circled your clit and went on: “If Danny was here now, what do you think he’d be doing?”

It didn’t take long to conjure the image in your head which you relayed to Sam: “I’d have my head in his lap…and he’d be leaning over me to kiss you.”

Sam popped up, looking into your eyes now with rejuvenated excitement. “You think so?” He glanced up while his fingers slid down, spreading through your warmth and wetness. “Yeah, I could see that.

Your groin tightened as Sam, seemingly unknowingly, teased you, still looking up as though he were still musing to himself. “Do you like kissing Danny?” you asked, already knowing the answer. Sam never did anything he didn’t want to do, and he had kissed Danny a lot. You were pretty sure the two of them had kissed long before you and Danny had kissed. 

Sam’s eyes met yours, and a tiny smile just barely curled one side of his mouth. “Fuck yeah, I do.” He dove back down to plant a kiss on your mouth–this one was searing, stealing your breath away, and you didn’t doubt the sudden surge of passion was inspired by him just thinking about kissing your boyfriend again. Soon, that would be reality for both of you.

As you fisted Sam’s cock beneath his boxers and the kisses carried on, a dribble of precum helped the slide and you imagined Danny behind him, holding him and kissing his neck. You moaned softly against Sam’s mouth as your imagination kept constructing those pictures behind your closed eyes, and as two of Sam’s fingers slid inside you to curl and pump slowly. 

The slightly distant sound of the front door opening and closing made you both pause. You turned your cheek, breaking your swollen, tender lips away from Sam’s, and Sam also turned his head to listen. When Danny’s gentle footsteps sounded over the wooden floorboards, he looked back down at you with a broad smile, white teeth gleaming. He winked before he rolled off you and laid on his back, tucking his arms behind his head and staring at the open doorway. 

You stood up, legs slightly shaky, and met Danny just before he could step inside the room. He smiled even bigger than Sam had, eyes brightening as soon as he looked at you, and scooped you into a tight hug with his face pressed into your hair.

“Happy Valentine’s day,” you said against his shoulder. One of Danny’s hands trailed down your waist to your ass, giving it a squeeze, and you sighed. You leaned back and reached to touch his face, guiding it to yours, and the kiss your boyfriend gave you felt like the only gift you really needed. Everything else was a bonus.

Danny pulled back, that one hand still on your ass while the other caressed your hair and the nape of your neck. “Happy Valentine’s day, babe. What have I been missing?”

“We’ve been thinking about you, big man,” Sam announced from the bed, and Danny peered past you to look at him. You pivoted to lean against Danny’s side and look back at his best friend. 

Danny laughed, but you caught him also blatantly raking his eyes up and down Sam’s long, nearly-naked form, then your own. “Red boxers, Sam–so festive.”

Sam held his hands up over his head. “You said hands only, so I kept them on.” 

“Appreciate it,” Danny said, hooking his arm around your waist and holding you close, his eyes still fixed on Sam.

“We have to get your clothes off,” you declared, revved up by just the unwavering and smoldering eye contact those two boys were sharing. You tugged at the hem of Danny’s sweater, lifting it up past his stomach, then Sam was shifting in your peripheral vision. A second later he was standing there next to you, unbuckling Danny’s belt as you got the sweater completely up and over his head. 

Once Danny’s upper body was clothing-free and his jeans were being yanked down by Sam, he grabbed a handful of Sam’s hair and pulled him up. You watched, thighs pressing together with an ache, as Danny enraptured his mouth–he held the side of Sam’s sharp, pretty face while their lips moved together and a slip of their tongues interrupted, and Sam’s hands gripped Danny’s hips tight, his fingers digging into his lower back. 

You and Sam ended up both swarming Danny with hands and mouths; Danny had to cajole the two of you to the bed and he ended up on his back with you on one side, Sam on the other. Both the boys’ boxers were discarded, then Danny’s hands were back on you, tearing your panties away and unhooking your bra. 

“I waited all day for this,” Danny said, cupping the back of your head and bringing you closer for a sweet kiss that made you melt against him. 

“Me fucking too,” you heard Sam say, then you glanced toward him, watching him latch his mouth to Danny’s neck. His hand roamed down Danny’s body to grab his cock and Danny gasped while he threw his spare arm out to clasp Sam’s shoulders. 

“I still can’t believe you guys planned this without me,” you said, sliding down the bed on your knees. You pulled one of Danny’s legs to the side to kneel between them, giving Sam another minute of stroking your boyfriend’s cock before you knocked him away and took it over for yourself. 

“We both felt pretty confident you’d be into it,” Danny explained, then exhaled deeply. He was idly running his fingers over Sam’s shoulder while he watched you jerk him off, then his thighs quivered around you when you sent a trail of saliva dripping down over the head of his cock. “Oh fuck,” Danny said softly, transfixed on you for another moment until he looked at Sam, Danny’s dark eyelashes fluttering while Sam stared right back at him and licked his lips. Sam’s hands found Danny’s chest, fingers toying with his nipples while he leaned forward and stole your boyfriend away into a sequence of heated kisses that made that ache in your belly intensify.

You just couldn’t take much more. It’d been a while since the three of you had gotten together like this, and you hadn’t clearly remembered how viscerally turned on and bewitched just watching those two made you. Their kisses were fluid and full of passion, so much history and love between them that, every once in a while, got the most profound physical outlet and expression–how could you be even slightly annoyed at Sam’s interruption of Valentine’s Day when what you were witnessing was so beautiful?

A few more strokes, then you were hiking yourself over Danny’s hips and sinking down onto his spit-slick cock. Neither he nor Sam expected it–Danny groaned, peeling himself away from Sam’s flurry of kisses, and both of them were looking at you now. You had to glance away for a second, biting your lip as Danny’s impressive size stretched you out and instantly hit all the little sensitive spots–the extension of your tender pussy lips, the slight brush of his shaft against your clit, the jab of the head of his cock against your g-spot when you leaned forward. Everything sent shudders and tingles up your spine.

You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, hands planted firmly on Danny’s chest, then you were whisked away by his hands on your waist and his mouth on your cheek. Soft kisses spread over your face to your mouth, then everything was interrupted by a sharp grunt.

“And you think I move fast!” Sam remarked with a hand in Danny’s hair, tugging it hard enough to make your boyfriend wince and grunt again.

Danny’s hands flailed upwards to cease Sam’s torment. “Jeez, Sam. Chill with that. Tell me what you want.”

Sam looked down at him with a grin. “The whipped cream.” Before either you or Danny could reply, Sam hopped off the bed, dick swinging, and retrieved the can of it, nearly forgotten, from the foot of the bed. 

Danny’s eyes found yours, his hands gentle on your waist. “What do you think he’s gonna do with that?”

“Eat you up, apparently,” you replied, because Sam was working fast too. He shook the can and uncapped it, then sprayed a line of foamy, white cream up Danny’s sternum and neck.

“That’s right,” Sam agreed, bending down to drag the tip of his tongue through just a little bit of it over Danny’s chest. Then he straightened and pulled you into a kiss, knocking you forward more; you gasped sharply at the pressure of Danny’s cock inside you, then Sam said, “And you are too, right?” 

Well, how could you not? Danny had clearly thought about using that whipped cream for more than just strawberries too, and though it was strange, the perfect white cream that was already starting to melt over his golden skin and through his dark chest hair did make him look even more delectable. 

You bent down too, licking up his sternum, getting him clean, then licked up the streak of whipped cream from the warm column of his neck. You could feel one of Sam’s hands in your hair while Danny’s hands moved down to squeeze your ass again; when you were sliding your tongue up the underside of Danny’s chin, you felt him pulled to the side. Sam was the culprit again–his other hand was caught in Danny’s curls, tugging him closer, and then his hand in your hair was gone to wrap around his own cock instead.

“Oh my god,” you said, transfixed as Sam squirted some whipped cream onto the head of his cock and Danny wasted no time. He swapped one of his hands for Sam’s ass too, urging him forward while he stuck his tongue out; he slid it around Sam’s sweetened cock, slurping the whipped cream up, then Sam pushed forward, sliding himself deeper into Danny’s mouth. 

Sam’s head tilted back, his lips parted in ecstasy, eyes closed and cheeks flushed. “Fuck yeah, Danny. Show her how much you love sucking my dick.” You trembled on top of Danny, feeling paralyzed and so tight with red-hot arousal. Your own mouth fell open in endless surprise when Sam, dropping his head forward, hair hanging in his face, went on with, “Fuck up into Y/N while you suck me off, okay, beautiful?”

Danny could only let out a stifled moan in response. You were stuck on studying both of their faces–Sam’s plush, pink lips still parted as he gazed down at Danny, his dark eyes even darker with stormy arousal. Danny’s long lashes were pressed beneath his eyes, his strong brows knitted slightly with his effort, his cheeks hollowed. Beneath your hands, you could see his chest was flushed and still a little shiny with leftover spit and remnants of that whipped cream, then you saw his ribs press against his skin when his hips shoved up, taking Sam’s request seriously. He started to fuck up into you and a moan tore out of your chest, and one hand flung out to grab Sam’s arm.

Sam twisted his upper body to meet you, his long fingers finding your cheek, stroking your own heated skin, then tangling in your hair. You made him taste the whipped cream on your lips and tongue and swallow your shallow moans as Danny kept thrusting upward, apparently unencumbered by the dick in his mouth. His hand on your ass found your clit, his thumb brushing over it while his fingers splayed over your belly, and Sam began to moan more freely too while he was, undoubtedly, brought closer and closer to the pinnacle of his pleasure.

Suddenly Sam hissed and shook himself away from you. His head fell back again and his entire body was shuddering while he tugged on your hair and tugged on Danny’s with the other; you saw Danny’s eyes open and look up at him. That shared, prolific stare and Danny’s thumb circling your clit with his hard cock deep inside you, repeatedly jutting against your walls, had you mentally scrambled and physically in shambles. 

Danny popped off Sam’s dick to say, “Oh man. You two are gonna come at the same time, aren’t you?” and that expert prediction was timed perfectly with your shuddering orgasm, your pussy squeezing tight around Danny, and Sam’s very vocalized one to match. As Danny jerked him off and gave little licks to the tip of his cock, Sam huffed and groaned, whimpered and whined, and as the aftershocks of your own orgasm were running through you, another, wilder shock shot through as Sam came all over Danny’s face and into his mouth.

Everything seemed beyond your control, really–Sam and Danny were such an enchanting duo that you were lost, wrapped up in them, uninhibited and free to feel as much as you wanted. And there was a lot to feel, and a lot to give, and one thing you thought Danny deserved was to feel just a little less messy. Though he really did look beautiful like that, Sam’s cum painted over his cheekbone and jaw, a dribble caught on his bottom lip, so you took in the image for another moment before you lowered yourself and licked all of it away.

“Wow, Sammy,” you said, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You wanted to give more, to ride Danny now and make HIM come, but your whole body felt like jelly. “You taste better than I remember.”

“Clean living,” Sam said breathlessly, his eyes still closed, staying closed as he collapsed back onto the bed next to Danny in a heap. He seemed to forego that clean living for now, because he opened his eyes and reached for the whipped cream to uncap it and spray a heaping glob of it into his mouth. He turned and blinked slowly at Danny as he swallowed, then said, “Why didn’t you finish?”

“I was close,” Danny said. You were going to offer to get him there as you were, still clenching around his cock and steady over his hips, but he rolled you over instead. He started to move his hips again, giving shallow but dense thrusts into you; he whipped his head to the side to look at Sam and added, “You shooting your load all over my face distracted me.”

Sam snorted and crawled over to meet the two of you, his hair hanging above your face, his throat bobbing slightly as he tilted his chin up and replied with, “You loved it, Daniel.” Then he peered down at you and touched your forehead, petting your hair back, as you caressed Danny’s biceps and hooked your legs around his hips. “But I won’t be insulted when you love coming inside Y/N even more.”

Danny chuckled, then he gritted out, “God–fuck!” You chuckled too, gazing up at him, who was only blatantly blasphemous while in bed. As his own warm slick filled you up, you pulled him down and let him pant in your ear as you kissed and nibbled on his neck, then down to his shoulder, letting his thrusts die down into tiny rocking motions. 

You wished you could see what Sam saw too, though–how Danny’s traps locked up for a second, how his shoulders squared before slumping, how his thighs and ass tightened just as his cock and balls swelled before softening. But what you actually saw was good as well, even more so when Danny lifted himself up and smiled at you–that perfect, charming, sweet-as-sugar smile was the cherry on top. 

Or maybe the strawberry, which Sam was eating another one of, coming back to life in full lines, shapes and color once Danny moved off you and took you in his arms. Sam met you two against the headboard, leaning on your right side as Danny leaned on your left, and topped a strawberry with whipped cream before he extended his hand to feed it to you. You chewed and relaxed between your boys; Sam prepared another strawberry and passed it off to Danny.

“So can we open that champagne now?” Sam asked, resting his head on your shoulder. “Or are you guys gonna kick me out now for your own little love fest?”

You exchanged a glance with Danny, who then leaned forward and said to Sam, “I mean, you’re already here. You could stick around for a while longer.”

“And yes, we can open the champagne,” you added, to which Sam gave a victorious smile.

“Excellent,” he said with a contented sigh. A moment of bizarrely comfortable silence passed between you three unorthodox, codependent, brazen and deeply adoring people before he asked, “Does this mean I can see you in that lingerie?”

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The First Time || Jake Seresin x Reader

Warnings: This is kinda angsty but also not... idk you tell me. I’ll add warnings y’all think are necessary because I suck at that and I’m sorry.

A/N: I randomly came across a song on TikTok one time and that is what sparked this idea. You should check it out. It’s called The First Time by Sam James

There was a faint snoring that was coming from the man beside you, a ticking of a watch that was placed on the bedside table echoed as well. Normally these sounds wouldn’t drive you as crazy as it was right now. A slight glance at the glaring red numbers on the alarm clock next to him told you it was just passed 3am. What felt like days ago when you crawled into the bed with him those numbers had only read 9pm.



As you laid awake memories ran through your head like a carefree child running through a field of daisy’s. Nights like this used to be your favourite. Here in the eerie silence with the cold black of night and the miles between you and the man next to you, that was no longer the case. It was rare that Jake was home early on a Friday night with no plans for Saturday. They used to mean early nights of movies and cuddling and talking until the sun came up. Now, you weren’t sure when the last time was that you shared something other than surface level pleasantries.



Nearly two years together was a huge accomplishment for the both of you. Neither of you had been big on long term relationships prior to each other. That was why you found yourself silently suffering in nostalgia. Things had been a little different lately. You’d both fallen into a routine and slowly started neglecting the things that made you feel so close to each other. Almost like you’d forgotten why you fell in love.

Pulling you from your musings, Jake huffed as he rolled onto his side. Watching him turn away from you, a deep ache settled into your chest. An ache like this had never happened to you before. You missed a man that was right beside you. The absence of his snoring was only slightly comforting while you allowed yourself to spiral down memory lane. You couldn’t help your own sigh while thinking about the late night walks down the beach, holding hands the whole way. Those ended a while ago.



It was almost 3:30 in the morning when you couldn’t take it anymore. You slid out of bed as slowly and quietly as possible. Nights like these, when he knew he didn’t have to worry about waking up, Jake could be a heavy sleeper. Creeping down the stairs you were glad tonight was one of those nights. Tonight, while the house was quiet and dark you would wallow and eat ice cream from the carton.



Tomorrow with the sun rise, you would pretend like you slept fine and things weren’t off between the two of you. With the sun rise, you could pretend like the little bickering that had started recently was normal. You could pretend like it didn’t bother you. With daylight you could act like you weren’t hurting because despite it all, you were so stupidly, madly, crazily in love with the man in your bed.



It would be nice to be best friends with your boyfriend again but this was uncharted territory. The waters were choppy, and the waves won’t stop coming in for their attempt to drown your love. The last thing you wanted to do was make him feel like this wasn’t good enough for you and it all to end. You would rather doggy paddle for your life to keep him in this way than risk losing him forever to the tide. So, a night of wallowing and ice cream would just have to be your coping mechanism.



The refrigerator door was hanging open, the light shining bright enough to illuminate the spoons in your silverware drawer. Your phone was quietly playing Jake’s Spotify playlist, a mix of songs he always said reminded him of you. It’s been at least two months since he’s added a song to it. You had gotten one bite of ice cream before you felt arms wrap around your waist.



“What are doin’ down here, darlin’?”



His voice was thick with sleep and the drawl of his accent sent shivers in all the right places. When you turned around in his arms you could see his hair sticking up in every direction. He looked like something the cat dragged in but you’ve never thought he looked more handsome. The spoon was still in your hand as you wrapped your arms around his neck and did your best to hide the fact that you were allowing the waters to pull you under. Even if just for a moment.



“Couldn��t sleep, so ice cream. Obviously.”



You felt the low rumble in his chest rather than heard his laugh. His arms tightened around your waist when you planted your feet firmly on the ground so you could turn back around. He had no intentions of letting you move from his view. There was an intense scrutiny happening and you hadn’t even realised it at first. His brow knitted together slowly and yours arched in response.



“You gonna tell me what’s really botherin’ you, sweets?”



The silence was different down here, mostly because of your music playing. Still the faint buzzing from the refrigerator was his only answer, aside from the slightly ashamed look that crossed your features. If the floor opened up a hole to swallow you, that would be preferable to answering that question. It was still dark. No sun on the horizon yet. Just a pale blue glow in a tiny kitchen shining on the wallowing you were allowing yourself.



Another song started up, faint guitar building into one of your favourites on the playlist. He had sung this song to you so many times, back when things weren’t so stuck. Part of you was hoping he’d just start humming, spin you in a few circles and forget about the pain in your eyes. You knew him too well, which was why you sighed.



“I really miss you.”



Confusion splashed across his face as you fought to come up for air. He clearly didn’t understand why you were drowning in the same water he was floating happily in.



“Do you know how long it’s been since we’ve talked about anything with substance? Since you’ve kissed me on the beach like we were the only two people on the planet? You’ve not sang me this song in so long…”



You hated how it sounded like your voice was cracking as if you’d swallowed too much salt water. A look flashed across his face, one you couldn’t place. The impending tide was slowly sweeping in and you were too tired to doggy paddle against it. And then it swept out, leaving nothing but sandy beach beneath your toes. You had no idea you could still touch the ground until the water was gone.



“It’s been too long,” he sighed heavily and you didn’t know it was possible but his arms tightened around you even more. “I’m so sorry, darlin’. You deserve so much better than what I’ve been givin’ you lately.”



It was startling to realise that the ground was still under your feet, and that Jake had a hold of you so tightly you couldn’t have drowned if you wanted to.  As you looked up into his face you could see the weeks, the months tallying up in his head. You could see the choppy waters finally catching up to him.



The sand beneath your feet was a jolting feeling. It sunk between your toes and anchored you to the ground as the waves started to roll in again. You noticed almost immediately that you weren’t needing to doggy paddle anymore. Maybe Jake’s arms around your waist and his chest pressed to yours was the buoy you needed.



“I think I know what we need,” Jake finally muttered. The slow growing smirk on his face had the beat of your heart racing, but this time it wasn’t in fear of drowning. Now it was anticipation. You’d been together long enough to know that look in his eyes.



An arched brow gave him enough but you hummed in question still, hoping he’d elaborate a little more. Instead of words though, his arms unwrapped from you as he reached for the ice cream still sat on the counter. Ice started melting down the sides of the carton, pulling into a puddle on the counter top which was surprising because of the chill from the fridge still being open. Once Jake had replaced the lid and shoved the sweet treat into the freezer he grabbed the spoon from your hand and replaced it with his own.



“We gotta put time in to get back to normal, right? So, tonight I’m taking you back up to bed and I’m gonna fuck you like it’s the first time,” he’d tossed the spoon into the sink and had pulled you into his chest as he spoke. That smirk still prominent on his face. “And then tomorrow, we’re gonna stay in bed until noon. We’re gonna party with our friends in the evening, and then I’m gonna take you on a walk down the beach so you can fill me in on everything I’ve missed the last few months.”



A hand came up to your cheek, cupping your jaw as his eyes met yours. For the first time in so long you felt like the waters were calming, like you were no longer in water too deep to touch. You could stand here, and if the waters ever got choppy again you knew that Jake was your buoy. A smile pulled your lips up, and you didn’t have to worry about a mouthful of salt water anymore.



“I think you had me at taking me back to bed, Cowboy.”

[yourtearsaremyink]

It's Just This Once

Chapter 3

Author's note: Enjoy!

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Not many. Bucky and his PTSD, my life choices to write this, nightmares, Bucky's regret and self hatred. Idk. There's not even language in this thing its mostly fluff.

Summary: Bucky opens up.

Chapter Word Count: 1,764

Chapter 3: As the Storm Rages

"Hey"

"Hi"

Y/N's heart broke the second she saw Bucky. He looked so tired, he was curled in on himself and a little pale. She tried to mask her sadness but didn't succeed very well. He eyed her carefully as she bent down to pick up one of the books she hadn't finished reading from the coffee table. She inched towards the couch and asked,

"Mind if I sit?"

Bucky sighed heavily,

"Free country." He nodded at the opposite side of the furniture. She sat down and stretched her legs towards Bucky, he tensed up a little as she got comfortable. Part of Bucky just wanted to sit in silence but also thought this would be a perfect time to eliminate some of the awkwardness that still lingered from earlier. He risked it and cleared his throat,

"How's Wanda?"

Y/N was confused as to why he was keeping up a conversation.

"She feels guilty." Bucky brought his fingers to the bridge of his nose.

"I didn't mean to scare her." His voice was quite and horse from screaming.

"She wasn't scared of you, she was scared for you. We both were."

"You should be scared of me."

"Why?"

"I almost hurt Sam," he put his book in his lap. "and if you and Wanda weren't careful you could have been hurt too."

"You as well, you know. Don't disregard your well-being for our safety, we can take care of ourselves."

Bucky looked away for a moment before replying.

"Did Sam send you in here to lecture me?" He said with a little more bite than he intended.

"Nope. I couldn't sleep so I came in here. Why? Do you want a lecture?" She said it with the same smile she had when she reminded him about his shirt.

"No..."

"Then I won't give you one." She went back to her book and moved her feet closer to him so they lied across his lap. Bucky was skeptical from the start, there was no way she came in here to not try and get him to open up, but what he didn't know is that Y/N really wanted to help him. She again felt obliged to heal his mind as well as his body, she'd be lying if she said she didn't think the nightmare was something of her doing. She wasn't going to push it so she thought it best if he came to her. She noticed how Bucky kept looking back and forth between her and his book.

"Bucky-"

"It was my arm." He interrupted. She immediately panicked thinking he was referring to when she healed him.

"My nightmare, it was about when Isaiah Bradley destroyed half of it."

She was shocked when it dawned on her that he was opening up to her. She put down her book and moved to sit closer on his right side. She gave him a look that said she wanted to hear the rest.

"After the fight in Goyang, I made it back to the Hydra base I was stationed on. To say they were unhappy with my failure would be an understatement, they were furious." He swallowed dryly and put his hands on his knees. Y/N put her hand on top of his and stroked his knuckles with her thumb, encouraging him to continue. She never broke eye contact.

"The handler assigned to me at the time was even more so. He had me tortured and then some. I got a new arm eventually and that was excruciatingly painful. After that they put me in the chair, being there for hours was not uncommon but I was there for days. Making me remember my failure by making me forget. In time I forgot my mistake, but never the punishment. I dreamed of the new arm getting installed, the chair, and the dozen ways they tortured me." He was shaking, "T-the chair used electric shocks to wipe my mind, it always reminded me of lightning, and with lightning comes thunder so... "

It clicked in Y/N's head, that's why he didn't like thunderstorms.

"Oh, Bucky..." She drew him into a hug and held tight, reluctantly he hugged back. She rubbed soothing circles in his back as his breathing shook, she could feel his heartbeat through his shirt. She finally let go as she saw that his eyes were brimming with tears.

"Why did you feel the need to tell me all this?" Bucky had never opened up to her like this before.

"I saw the look you gave me after I woke up, you looked guilty, as if it were your fault." He saw right through her, she tried not to express her inner thoughts when she had the idea it might have been her fault. She glanced away.

"It wasn't believe me, I just hated the thought of you blaming yourself. If anything you should be blaming my broken mind." He gave a sad smile.

"Not broken, hurt." She interlace her fingers with his.

"You are not broken, you're still healing from the things Hydra did to you."

"You're not going to tell me it's time to move on from all of that like everyone else does? "

"Everyone heals at a different pace." He looked down and place his head on her shoulder. She brought up her arms and held him tighter. Thunder once again rumbled outside and Bucky tensed. She moved to a position where they could lean on each other.

"You need to relax. Listen to me and not what's happening outside." She held his hand and they breathed together. She could feel his muscles loosen once again.

"Seems like you can heal more than just bodies, doll."

They sat there content before they both drifted off to sleep.

The two of them woke up to the sound of footsteps. Bucky was laying on his left side with Y/N curled up to his chest and his arm was around her shoulders. They both looked at each other confused until the realized what situation they were in. Their eyes went wide and they quickly moved to sit up. A little panicked, Y/N rolled off the couch and towards the ground. Bucky, in an attempt to catch her, just ended up tumbling onto the floor as well. At that moment they both had the exact same thought, now it's awkward again...

"Uh..." Bucky began but was interrupted.

"Good morning." Sam said walking into the room. They scrambled off the floor and back onto opposite sides of the couch. They looked at Sam as if nothing had happen.

"Good morning!" Y/N and Bucky said in unison. They didn't react other than just staring at Sam. He had a very confused look on his face and asked.

"I was gonna ask if you two wanted coffee."

"Yes please." Y/N said a little too cheerfully.

"Sure." Bucky said trying to play off the tension and not really succeeding.

"Something happen between you two?" Sam pointed between them.

"No." They both said again.

"Uh huh." He said not really believing them. "Don't forget about that 'in the morning' thing Bucky."

"Don't forget about that meeting with Rhodey Sam." Bucky replied in the same tone.

"Yeah, yeah I know." Sam said as he left the room. Bucky and Y/N each let out a breath.

"What meeting with Rhodey?" Y/N asked.

"I don't really know, neither does Sam, Rhodey was pretty vague when he talked about wanting to meet with him."

"We'll find out soon I guess. Come on let's eat breakfast." They made their way down to the kitchen to help Sam. Y/N took over the cooking so Sam could go down stairs and see Rhodey. Wanda even showed up but didn't speak much with Bucky still in the room. Sam came up with their guest and ate breakfast. When they were done, Sam and Rhodey left to talk and Wanda went back to her room. She said she was going to practice some magic but Y/N guessed she was just trying to avoid Bucky. After a while Sam came back to see Bucky and Y/N watching some TV.

"How'd it go?" Bucky asked. They were both curious as to why a meeting was called in the first place.

"Rhodes and I have a mission." Sam sighed as if he wasn't too happy about it.

"What's it for?" Bucky wanted further detail.

"Top secret Air Force assignment. Sorry man." Sam still looked pretty guilty.

"Oh okay. How long?"

"A couple weeks at least." Bucky's heart sunk at his words. His mind began to wonder. What if he had another nightmare like last night? What if he needed Sam to pull him out again and neither of the girls could do it? What if he hurt them?

"I can still be in touch with you guys so it's not like you won't hear from me."

"When are you leaving?" Y/N asked.

"As soon as I pack, which I should get started on now." Sam nodded and walked towards his room, Bucky quickly followed. As soon as they got there Bucky shut the door. Sam knew exactly what was going through his head.

"Are you going to be okay without me here?"

"Maybe, I don't know. I don't like the idea of Y/N or Wanda bringing me out of a nightmare."

"Not Y/N, really?" Sam knew what he saw that morning. "She looks like she can really help you Buck."

"I think she is actually, but I don't want to put her in danger because of me."

"Let her help you, accept that she cares about you and wants to see you happy. We all do." Bucky looked down still unhappy with the fact that Sam is going away for longer than he expected.

"Come here man." Sam said as he brought Bucky into a hug.

"So you gonna tell me what that was this morning?" Sam asked smiling.

"How about I tell you that 'in the morning' thing."

"Sounds good to me."

Bucky told him about his nightmare as he packed. After they were done, they made their way down stairs to see Sam and Rhodey off. Even Wanda arrived to say her fair well. They took off and left the rest of them alone at the Compound. As soon as Sam left Bucky felt a darkness shroud around him. At the same time, Y/N felt her intuition tell her something bad was stirring. They made their way inside as they expected the worst.

[welcometogrouchland]

i'm suffering under the curse rn BUT. i am 3 episodes in to The Magnus Protocol and so far my thoughts are that it seems pretty good! on the one hand i should probably do my best to separate tmagp from tma but at the same time, i mean, the only reason i'm listening to tmagp is bc of prior attachment to tma, so it's interesting to me to contrast and compare them (though in all fairness it's been a while since i listened to tma).

the new cases are definitely cool so far in terms of allowing for more formats, i wonder if we're gonna get any future explanation for their eloquent presentation like we did in tma since idk if there's any hints so far at what the whole worldbuilding deal is with that so far in tmagp.

i will say that- do to the different formatting and immediate bigger cast who gets more focus and whatnot- tmagp feels more 'TV' in a certain way. which isn't a pejorative statement and i actually really dislike it when ppl assume something being 'TV' means it's low quality or shallow, lol. tmagp is a good example of something feeling 'TV' but it's a notable difference and is casting my mind back to the discourse/discussion about a tma tv adaptation and what that would look like back when archive 81 got one. i imagine it'd feel a lot more tmagp inspired.

cast is cool so far! i admire alice's actress for being able to pull of the extremely tumblrific dialogue (which i know is on purpose but was also VERY off-putting to me at first- it's the kind of thing that i love when written but spoken aloud in a fictional setting sometimes raises my hairs for some reason). i already love gwen, she's defs gonna be the toxic woman i get attached to and then regret it (assuming i listen to more episodes which i hope i do? i'm not great at it but i do like finishing things, my brain is just pulled into all directions rn if that wasn't already apparent). Colin you're great, i can't wait to watch you break down. Sam you're great too in a way that your personality rn makes me very excited for your potential future corruption arc (obligatory reminder i'm only 3 eps in and just making educated guesses based on what jonny and co did for tma, though i do acknowledge that there's a lot more fingers in the proverbial protocol pie rn)

in general i'm curious about the direction of the show, namely how they're gonna make it tragic in a way that's different to tma? bc i always maintain that the beauty of tma is the slowburn, and how everything happens so slowly that by the time you realise what path we're on, it's too late to stop any of it, and the more you learn about these people and this world, the more you realise it was always going to end like this, even if it didn't have to.

it's a tough feat to pull off and the inherently different structure of tmagp makes me wonder if they're gonna have to pivot what kind of tragedy this is. it's probably apparent right now to anyone who's properly caught up but as for me? i'm curious and cautiously interested. idk if i'm ever really gonna get involved with the fandom like i did with tma (bc that was a mostly great but also wild and formative experience for me and in general i'm bad at being multifandom no matter how much i wish i could be bc it would make my life sooo much easier. but unfortunately the shape of my autism (title of my new movie and/or hit single /j) does not allow for it with any ease. only struggle)

anyway i have an essay on political cinema to write so i really need to close this window lmao. will perhaps consider some kind of liveblog or sequel post to this as my listening progresses

[leelixen]

a question and you. -----------------------

fluff-ishy? non-idol!au Felix, collegestudent!reader, Felix is called Helix, un-revised, written in first-person pov, curse words, that's it, idk (1.65k words)

"what would happen if your soulmate, just pops out of nowhere? Like parang isang notification from your phone. would you click on it and face your reality?"

my best friend Jia asked me. Hi, I'm (Y/N). A Working College Student at Pyeiru National University. 

"shut your mouth jia, and just listen to the prof," I said in a whisper. I wouldn't want our professor to catch us chit-chatting while he's discussing.

"(Y/N), Would you mind answering the question written on the board?" Our professor asked.

"Yes, sir." I stood up from my chair and walked my way to the whiteboard. I picked up the pen and started writing the formula and solutions for the question. It's not like I'm going to school without even advanced reading, right?

HEALTH BREAK

"So, can you answer what I asked you earlier?" Jia asked as if she couldn't be bothered until I answered her question.

"I would, of course. But I want our relationship to grow even when we started as friends, the way we start being comfortable with each other. So that when we move to the next level, our relationship will continue to grow stronger. but you know, ji, I don't believe in love. I don't want to get my heart broken, again."

Jia smiled as if I had said something that made her happy. I was talking about my ex, Sam. Yes, we broke up on good terms, but I knew he cheated on me behind my back. With my ex-BFF, Lia.

"What?" I asked with a confused face. 

"amazing, bff! the answer is Miss Universe-like! what if you join Miss PNU This Year?"she said while giggling.

"You're full of what ifs, what if you eat first, right? to fill your brain," I said then rolled my eyes.

"fine, I'll eat a lot." she said sarcastically then chuckled." luckily, the bell rang.

"We don't have 3 subjects together? aw I hope you don't miss me too much, my (Y/N)~"

Jia said while walking towards the hallway. I pouted, but in my mind, I was happily sad.

we parted ways and finished the rest of the day. I walked home with Jia, and her boyfriend Jake.

"Alright, my house is near. I can walk by myself. It's like I'm the third wheel to you guys. HAHAHA" I said smiling

"alright then, bye bff!" Jia said, habang naka-holding hands sila ni Jake.

"bye bye ji! jake!" I smiled at both who looked so cute.

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A Week After. University's Entrance, 6 AM

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"EXCUSE ME! I'M GOING TO BE LATE!" I said While running to my classroom.

I panted while I tried to control my breath to normal speed.

It's a good thing, I'm not late. Whoot whoot! Overthinker (Y/N) indeed.

I walked inside my classroom and made my way to my table. I saw a black-haired boy that I never saw around the campus. Is this guy new? I wondered.

He saw me, And Looked at me right in the eye. And Oh boy, I never felt this kind of feeling before. You know? The feeling as if the worm in your stomach shook and then your bones weakened.

"Good Morning." He greeted.

"Good Morning!" I greeted him back with cheer.

"Are you new here? Hindi pa kasi nakikita around the campus." I asked curiously.

"Yes, I'm new here. I'm  Helix Lee, By The Way. You?" He replied.

It's like I was so nervous that with one more word from him, I could faint.

"(Y/N) at Your Service! This class' and Student Council's President!" I said proudly.

"wow, you must be very smart! no wonder you are a beauty," he said while staring into my eyes.

"hey, I'm being fluttered here." 

I said to my brain. do you think i'd have the nerve to tell him that? NEVER.

"Thank you! But I'm not that pretty, nor smart." i smiled at him.

The professor entered and our eyes were glued to the board. Jia messaged me that she won't be able to attend for the week, due to family matters. The weird part is, Why is Jake with her?

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HEALTH BREAK

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Helix was stuck to me like glue. It's alright since he's new, and I volunteered to give him a Tour Around the campus. We were now eating our snacks while chit-chatting.

"So, can I see your timetable?" I asked. He gave his timetable to me and I smiled.

"Wow, we have all subjects together! Looks like you'll be stuck with me throughout the rest of the school year. HAHAHA" I laughed

"Yeah, But I Don't Mind HAHAHA," Helix said. 

a month passed, and We were getting closer by the day. 

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"HEY LEE HELIX! GIVE IT TO ME!" I screamed while running through the campus hallways. 

"CATCH ME IF YOU CAN~!" he shouted back at me.

5 minutes later, napagod din kami. I went to my locker and grabbed my book, cursing him under my breath.

"look at you, Helix. I hope you'll have nightmares later when you sleep, fuck you, bitch."

I kept whispering to myself, not knowing he was right behind me.

"fuck you too, babe," he said while holding my phone.

I could almost faint when he said the word "babe", gosh, helix lee! what are you doing to me...

"Whatever. give me back my phone!" I said bringing back the topic.

"a boy texted. who is it?" he asked curiously.

"none of your business, lix. now leave me alone!" I said while my eyes were glued to my phone, checking my notifications.

"How can I leave you alone if you're the only person I'm close to here?" He replied to me that I'm really his only friend but he has his own friend group.

"go to Lewis and Jay!" I said turning my eyes from my phone to him.

"They are absent, so I will really stick to you today" ethan said while smirking.

The bell rang. Oh gosh, A whole day with him? I can't.

on our way to our first class, ang daming tanong ni ethan.

"So what did the message say?"

"No, it's just shopee delivery, are you a gossip too?"

"ahh, I thought it was your boyfriend."

"You think I already have a boyfriend? Sorry, I'm studying first." I said while I chuckled.

he laughed.

We finished the day, and we walked together to go home.

"Where are you from, Helix?" I asked due to curiosity.

His accent is different, even though it's English, I hear something else.

"I was born in Australia, Then we moved here when I was 8," he said, and then smiled.

Why does it seem like I know him.. Have we met before, you heart-stealer?

"Did you have a boyfriend before?" he asked while still walking, his eyes on me.

"I... Yes." I said nervously.

"If I may, Can I Ask why you broke up?" he asked carefully.

I felt really comfortable near him, and it has only been a week.

"he.. he was cheating behind my back. with my ex-best friend, but I didn't tell him that I knew. I just told him that I needed to focus on my studies." I told him, and I really felt relieved that I told someone that I could trust, other than Jia, of course.

"Oh. I'm so sorry for asking." he looked at me with his eyes, like he was about to cry.

"it's okay. I'm here, thank you for walking with me. Bye, Lix." I said and waved my hand to him as I was walking inside my house.

"Bye, Baby." Helix said, but Euri didn't hear him say "Baby".

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jia my bbq  😘👹

heyy, when will you go home? imy 😭

i'm sorry (Y/N), my parents extended:( myt!

aww, I decided to run for Miss PNU, I was expecting you to be there!

Omg!? don't worry! I'll find a way to book a flight back immediately!

gtg, mi Amor! byebye<33

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I closed my phone and went to the front door.

"Hi (Y/N)!" Helix said.

"Oh, Why did you come here?" I asked politely, of course.

"It's boring at home, can I come in?" He asked with puppy eyes.

"Yes, thank you, I'm separated from Dad, or else he'll kill you," I said chuckling.

"Your dad is scary." He said while entering.

"Come on, Let's play Roblox"

"What game?" I asked as I opened the game.

"Tower of Hell"

When I heard those words, I knew I was going to die. I'm bad at such games!!

30 Minutes later...

"FUCKING HELL! I'M CLOSE TO THE TOP"

I screamed, I was really close to rage quit.

"It's just a movie, you can kill people later. HAHAHAHAHA" ethan said, making me laugh.

Let's just say, It was a not-so-good or too-good idea.

There was an 18+ scene in the movie.

of course, it will be awkward!

"Uhh.. I'm just going to get some snacks from the Kitchen." I said, excusing myself.

I washed my hands after making some snacks. But then..

Helix hugged my waist, making me freeze from my spot.

"H-helix..?" I asked, nervously at what could happen at any time.

"Hmm..?" He hummed in response.

His breath fanged through my neck as he rested his chin my my shoulder.

Oh gosh, Lord, I'm not ready to die!!

"(Y/N).. Don't you really remember me?" Helix spoke, breaking the silence.

"Huh..?" I asked

I couldn't say anything, I wanted to speak but nothing came out.

"Childhood Best Friend..? Heli?" he asked, trying to ring any bell.

and he sure did.

 I turned around, and our faces were inches apart.

"Heli..?" I asked if he knew that nickname.

"Yes?"

"Is it really you?" I asked just to make sure.

My heart was glad, and I felt like that puzzle in my heart was complete.

"Yes, that's it. It's me, Helix."

I hugged him so tight that I forgot the faucet was open, And I still didn't realize it.

"Have I ever told you how much I loved you since we were kids?" He asked me, waiting for my reply.

Was this his way of confessing..?

"Oh Heli, I love you too."

Saying that I felt his soft lips on mine. It was amazing.

Our kiss was a passionate one. he made me feel like We were the only people in this universe. A Euphoric, Dreamy, Passionate Kiss.

That experience... He made me feel a way others can't make me.

We both pulled out and decided to cuddle in my room and Reminisce our old memories together.

And then I realized..

"Oh my, the Faucet in the Kitchen is on!!"

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[according2thelore]

2023 top five!

@preseriesdean thought it would be fun for artists/authors/creators to post their favorite five creations this year, and i agree! it can be anything: your favorite posts, fics, art, edits, fanvids, anything!

i saw some folks turning this into a tag game, so here are some tags! @deanwinchesterpregnant @dyed-red @mercette @crucifysam @weirdbrothers @togethertogethersoulmates @pookeenpie

if you end up doing it, pls tag me! i'd love to see y'all's works! :)

-lizzy

so in no particular order, here are the five fics i liked the best/am the most proud of!

considering that everything i’ve written on this account (240k words of it good lord) was published since february 23rd, i’ve got a lot to work with!

i was in the fandom back in 2012-2013 until 2016-2017, and when i rewatched it recently with some friends, i realized just how many words and feelings had been broiling since. i wrote a LOT for spn back in the day (not published, just for the pure joie de vivre), but everything on the ao3 is completely new since feb!

1. tell me, why are you still so afraid?

or, the "what do you want, sam?" fic. this one might be a surprise! it did moderately well, but i'm really happy with it! i love writing weechesters/pre-series, and i hope this fic did them justice! it hit a lot of points i liked, and i had so much fun writing it!! i'm proud of it! :)

2. you're pretty when you don't speak

or, sam's wife pov. i was shocked!!! aghast!!! frankly agog!!! at how much folks loved this one! i had the idea in the shower of all places, lmao, just the idea that wait, being sam's wife must be so lonely. it was not the usual fare (and written in second-person pov), so i was expecting it to gently and quietly flop. but no! i wrote this fic in two sittings at one a.m. the night before a paleopathology exam, so i'm shocked any of it was coherent in the morning. thank you, dear reader, if you interacted w it at all! :)

3. romans 3:10-11

ahh, romans. to other folks that write, this was one of those fics that scratched in my bones until i sat down and wrote it all out. does that sound pretentious? it was stifling; it was all i could think about. even now, i look back on it and feel like there are things that are missing, extended scenes and extra themes that i wished i had teased out. the response was overwhelming and positive and i'm so glad you lot liked it! if you ever want more...idk...lemme know...

4. we didn't get it right, but love we did our best

or, the Heaven fic! this one took awhile to make, and a lot out of me to do! it's the longest fic i've made this year, by a lot! the planning process was a lot of fun (even though charlotte was mostly asleep), and i even colour-coded themes and turning points i wanted to include. the sense of accomplishment when it was done was a great part of this year!

5. there's no such thing as a clean break, when your heart starts bleeding out

or, the stanford!era fic where dean bleeds out on the highway and decides to not tell sam about it. one of my favorite things to write is a character getting more and more out of it as they lose control (or blood), and this one was a fun challenge! i love stanford!era dean, because he's so mangled and angry and sad. i feel like that one tweet that william shatner posted where he said ELECTROCUTE HIM!!! this also feels the most like the things i wrote back in 2014, so it brings nostalgia :,)

this was WAY harder than i thought! i loved and was so proud of so much of my work this year! a top ten would be easier, but i'm happy with this list!

thank YOU for reading! :)

we are holding hands now and there's nothing you can do to stop it. y'all keep this up and we might even have to stare lovingly into each other's eyes.

[gigglz]

Brother, NO.

Hii! I’m finally writing a fic cuz I somehow got the motivation to write one.

Also idk when I’ll get to writing any requests, but someday I will.

lee!Loki, ler!thor

Warnings: Swearing.

Summary: Loki being mischievous, that’s all.

Word count: 1,800+

Everyone wanted to watch a movie together, except Bucky and Sam because they were working out.

“I pick!” Thor said while reaching for the remote.

Tony snatched it, “No, you picked last time. I pick. Plus you have no taste in movies.” Thor rolled his eyes but smiled.

“What about.. this?” Tony picked a thriller movie.

They all agreed.

Tony pressed play.

Halfway tru the movie Bucky and Sam walked into the living room.

“Hey! Wanna watch a movie with us?” Steve turned to the two men.

“Sure! What are you watching?” Bucky asked as he and Sam hopped on the couch next to everyone else.

“Just some movie Tony found, it’s pretty boring,” Thor said, he was extra sassy today.

“Hey! Don’t do that, that’s my thing!” Tony joked.

Everyone chuckled.

When the movie ended Sam suggested watching another one, cuz why not!

“Ok, then what are we watching?” Nat asked Sam.

“Hmm.. oh I know!” Sam clicked on Toy story 3.

Everyone looked at Sam.

“You’re joking, right?” Wanda looked at Sam.

“Oh come on! You’re a kid, plus when was the last time any of you watched this?” Sam looked at Wanda.

“Fine I guess. Could be worse.” Wanda laughed and looked back at the TV.

“I have never watched this!” Thor and Clint said at once.

“What?? Oh well, you’re in for a treat! This is the best part.” Sam looked surprised.

“Yeah, I strongly disagree. The first movie is the best.” Said Tony.

“Uhhh, no? This is the best one! You have no taste.” Sam shot back.

Thor let out a laugh and Tony rolled his eyes.

“Hey! Why don’t you call your brother? Maybe he wants to watch? He’s technically still a kid!” Bucky turned to Thor.

“Ha! Maybe on Asgard, but he’s still older than all of you combined!” Thor laughed.

“Even older than these two combined?” Sam pointed to Steve and Bucky.

Everyone laughed.

“Were not that old.” Steve rolled his eyes at Sam.

“I guess you’re right.. you’re just from the fucking ice age!” Sam couldn’t keep it together after he said that.

Everyone burst out laughing. Even Steve and Bucky.

“Hah! Ehh, I bet your brother would’ve laughed at that, no Cap,” Sam said to Thor.

Thor laughed at the stupid pun, “Loki? HAH! No, there’s no way. Think about it! Have you ever seen him laugh? I think not! Even I haven’t! I mean not really..”

“Oh just go get him! There’s no need to burst his little pride bubble.” Tony laughed.

“Hey! That was a good joke!” Sam looked at Tony.

“Nope,” Nat said while sipping her tea.

“Ouch!” Sam put his hand on his heart and fell backward into the couch, what a drama Queen.

“Fine, I’ll go get him!” Thor scoffed and stood up.

After what seemed like an eternity there was still no sign of Thor or Loki.

“What’s taking them so long?” Bucky whined.

“Be patient, it’s Loki after all,” Bruce said from the kitchen, that he was getting some snacks cuz they have eaten them all while waiting for the brothers.

“Can’t they be faster? These guys are gonna die soon!” Sam pointed to Steve and Bucky.

Nat chuckled.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” Steve playfully punched Sam in the shoulder.

Bruce came back with two giant bowls filled with popcorn, drinks, and other snacks.

Suddenly there could be heard fast footsteps running down the stairs.

It was Loki.

“FINALLY! Oh, wait you actually ca-” Sam got cut off by Loki shushing him.

“SHHH!” Loki looked around, went to the corner of the room, and made himself invisible with his magic.

“LOKIII!!” Thor’s voice rang thru the entire Avengers compound.

Then Thor stormed down the stairs, but he wasn’t angry. Instead, he had a smirk on his face.

“Oh boy, what did he do?” Tony turned to look at Thor.

“Oh, he wouldn’t come down to watch the movie with us!” Thor looked around.

“So... why are you chasing him exactly?” Steve asked confused.

“.. No reason.” Thor was still looking around and walking around the room trying to find him.

“Ya know he’s right th- mm.. MMM!” Sam got cut off by something.

“Ah, right.. he’s using his magic.” Thor looked at Sam and chuckled while finally understanding.

There was a sound of footsteps behind Thor, he turned around and saw Loki trying to sneak up the stairs.

“There you are.” Thor ran after Loki.

Everyone looked confused, cuz they had just seen Loki turn invisible in the opposite corner of the room.

“So...” Bruce started but got cut off.

*huff* Everyone looked at the real Loki.

“Exactly why were you hiding?” Nat asked with obvious confusion.

“As he said.. I didn’t want to watch a movie.” Loki said as he started to walk away.

“Yeah, it’s much better to read a boring book!” Sam mocked Loki.

“HEY! Books are way better than.. whatever that.. is.” He pointed at the TV.

Loki didn’t even hear anyone coming down the stairs behind him.

“Mhm, and?” Tony asked with an amused grin as everyone saw Thor coming down the stairs.

“And? And what? You obviously have never read a bOOK-” Thor tackled Loki from behind.

“Hello there brother.” Thor smiled down at his brother.

“Wrong.” The fake disappeared under Thor.

Loki smiled sheepishly from the other side of the room.

No one even bothered to ask anything.

“Also, brother. I think your cape and armor look much better in pink.” Loki smirked.

“Oh no, you did not.” Thor stood up.

“I’m pretty sure he did.” Nat had snuck away to grab Thor’s “armor”.

“HA! It’s really pink!” Sam looked at the suit and laughed.

“Oh, you mischievous motherfucker.” Thor started speed walking to Loki.

Loki’s face turned from smug to *oh shit*.

“Wait! Wait! What are you doing?” Loki asked in panic as he circled the couch.

“Getting you back, bitch.” Thor now had a smirk on his face and gave him THAT look.

“Brother NO.” Loki now was panicking.

“What are they doing?” Steve asked confused as the brothers continued to circle the couch.

“I’m about to kill him.” Thor said in a teasy voice.

Loki let out a small panic giggle.

“OH! OH! Did you guys hear that??” Sam looked at everyone else with sparkles in his eyes.

Loki looked at him confused, “.. what?”

“Loki, did you just laugh?!” Even Wanda looked shocked.

“It appears so.” Vision said entering the room.

Loki was still circling the couch and looked at everyone REALLY confused, “..And?”

“AND?? You have never-” Clint got cut off by Thor.

“And you’re about to hear some more.”

Loki hadn’t noticed that Thor had stopped circling the couch and bumped into him.

“Brother don’t you dare.” Loki gave him a death glare, but Thor didn’t care.

“Oh, I think I do.” With that Thor pounced on Loki tackling him.

“Ok what is happening..?” Bucky was confused.

“BROTHER. BROTHER NO. NO.” Loki was screaming at Thor.

“Loki seems to be panicking.” Vision said.

“Yeah, we can see and hear that.” Steve looked down at them.

For Tony, it finally clicked, and he smirked.

Sam noticed that, “What?”.

“You guys are really dumb,” Tony said as he started laughing.

“AHAH!” Everyone was snapped back to reality when they heard a scream.

“Ah, there we go.” Thor looked amused.

Everyone looked at Thor and then Loki and back to Thor.

“You guys are really shit, he tickling him!” Tony said and everyone’s face turned from confusion to *oooh* to a smirk.

“AAAAGH! BROTHEHER!” Loki tried to fight back.

“Don’t fight it, just let it all out.” Thor chuckled.

Vision looked confused.

Wanda noticed.

“You don’t know what tickling is, Vision?” Wanda looked at vision and laughed.

Everyone turned to look at Vision’s confused face.

Vision shook his head.

“..no?” Vision tried to recreate what Thor was doing in the air.

Sam laughed at Vision.

“AAAAAUUH!” Vision jumped at the sound of the scream.

“Why is he hurting him??” Vision looked concerned.

“He’s not hurting him, Vision don’t worry!” Clint said.

“OK OK OK OK! IHIM SORYHIHI AHAH!” Loki shook his head.

“Anyone else wondering how the fuck we didn’t know about this?” Bucky laughed.

“Well you never really tried it, did you?” Thor looked up at him.

Thor drilled his fingers into Loki’s hips.

Loki bucked like crazy. “AGHAHA! THOHOR I SWEAR TO-  AHAHAAA!”

“Okay, okay fine... joking,” Thor said with a big smirk.

“NO. BROTHER. YOU CAN NOT DO THIS!” Loki pushed at his chest to try to get him off.

“Yes, yes I can,” Thor said as he lifted up his shirt.

“NO NO! SOMEONE STOP HIM PLEHEASE!” Loki shut his eyes and threw his head back.

“Since when does he say please?” Steve laughed.

“I’M NOT JOKING! JUST GET HIM OHOHOF!” Loki yelled.

“Ehhh?” Sam looked at everyone and wondered if he should help.

“FUHUCK!” 

“Uhh.. yeah. I don’t think I’ll help him. I mean how many times have you seen him laugh? That’s right 0.. also he messed up one of my suits.” Said Tony.

“Friday come to record this!” Tony’s suit arrived and started recording.

“AAAHAHA! YOU BETTER FUCKHING DELETE THAHAT!” Loki threatened, but it wasn’t really threatening ya know... since he was laughing so hard.

“Ok NOW last thing,” Thor said as he bent down and blew a big raspberry on his belly.

When I tell you that Loki SCREAMED.

“Ok, I’m done here. Have you learned your lesson?” Thor still had a smug smirk on his face.

Loki turned on his stomach and curled in on himself. “yehes..”

Thor laughed “I know that still means no but I got my revenge.”

“Uhuh.. you’re awful.”

“Watch it!” He poked Loki’s side.

“okahayokayokayokay!” Loki put his hand up in defense.

Loki flopped on his back and just stared at the ceiling.

Vision hurried over to Loki and started checking for injuries.

“Ohoh! Fuhuck ohohoff!” Loki pushed Vision’s hands away.

Thor laughed at his brother.

“I’m sorry! I think he’s injured!” Vision said in a worried voice.

“I swear if you touch me one more time I’m going to rip that stone out of your fucking head!” Loki threatened and Vision backed away.

“Hey!” Wanda yelled at Loki.

“Don’t worry Vision, he’s not injured. I just tickled him that’s it!” Thor put his hands up.

Sam started laughing. “HAH! Oh my fucking god! That was hilarious!”

Loki looked at him with a death glare.

“O-or not.” Sam stopped laughing.

“Did you get that, Friday?” Tony asked the robot.

“Yes sir.” The suit replied.

“You better delete that.” Loki stood up and brushed himself off.

“uhhh, I don’t think I will.” Tony smiled and turned back to the Robot.

“Okay then..” Loki walked behind Tony.

Loki pointed at Tony and looked at Thor.

Thor shrugged.

“Ok since when do the two of you have telapat- AGH!” Tony flinched away and turned around to see Loki.

“Delete. it.” Said Loki.

“Fine. Friday delete it.” Tony gave the command.

“You humans have no durability.” Loki scoffed as he walked away.

[incomingalbatross]

Doctor Who fancast of LotR, current draft:

Bilbo: Patrick Troughton <3

Gandalf: Peter Capaldi (this is only partly on account of his eyebrows)

Frodo: Paul McGann. I'm VERY committed to this

Sam: ???

Merry: Ian Marter. He's a posh lad, our Merry

Pippin: Frazer Hines (who otherwise would be a shoo-in for Sam)

Lobelia: ?? Don't know but she deserves the best in terms of casting. Considering SJA-era Liz Sladen

Gildor, Farmer Maggot, Fatty: All ?? (Farmer Maggot MIGHT be John Levene. Might be Sylvester McCoy.)

Tom Bombadil: Colin Baker. Listen, I was very torn here because OBVIOUSLY Tom Baker has the correct energy, but Colin does too and I think he would have more fun with the little songs. Also I want to save Tom Baker's voice for someone else

Goldberry: Lalla Ward (...unfortunately another point for Tom as Tom)

Butterbur: ...I feel like there's an obvious choice but I don't have him

Aragorn: Nicholas Courtney, YES my Brigadier bias is showing through, but you know he could handle "running herd on the hobbits"

Glorfindel: Peter Davison

Elrond: Matt Smith. Listen I like this choice so much. Old and wise and the last of his kind!!

Arwen: ?? This just feels like a game of "which dark-haired DW actress do I declare the Most Beautiful," except they also need the correct Elvish Vibes. For the vibes especially, I'm considering Carole Ann Ford. But then there's Mary Tamm, who is properly Tall. idk.

Boromir: ???

Legolas: Peter Purves?? I can't even tell you why he just kinda seems to fit and that's the best I got.

Gimli: Michael Craze??? See above.

Galadriel: ?? Again, this should be easier. DW has so many good actresses. But I can't think of anyone who's quite right. Mary Tamm in a blonde wig? Jacqueline Hill ditto? Lalla Ward would be great if she were just taller, but I don't regret giving her Goldberry either.

Celeborn: ??

Eomer: David Tennant. Eomer has a good range of Big Emotions, which I feel is important when casting David Tennant. (And yes I'm waiving the hair color here too.)

Treebeard: Tom Baker. THIS is what I was saving his voice for. You get it right??

Quickbeam: ??

Theoden: William Hartnell. <3 This one is very important to me.

Eowyn: Karen Gillian. Listen. She could DO it. (Also this makes both siblings Scottish, which amuses me.)

Grima: ??

Saruman: Jon Pertwee. I wanted him for Denethor too, but if I have to choose... Saruman.

Gollum: ?? Casting anyone as Gollum just feels mean.

Faramir: Hnggggh... I am considering both William Russell (Ian bias) and Arthur Darvill (to be opposite Karen Gillian but also he likes cool parts with gravitas). I don't know.

Denethor: ?? All wizard-adjacent characters should be played by Doctors but I've used all the applicable Doctors. ...Anthony Ainley?

Beregond: ?? He FEELS like a John Levene character but John Levene also feels like he really should be a hobbit. I am considering Duggan's actor on the grounds that he's also an everyman

Bergil: ?? I don't have any child actors on hand

Halbrand: ??

Elladan and Elrohir: ??

Prince of Dol Amroth: Okay actually THIS is William Russell

Ioreth: Catherine Tate I think

The Master of the Houses of Healing: pick any half-decent Time Lord, they'll fit the bill :P

Farmer Cotton: ??

Rosie Cotton: Either Anneke Wills or Katy Manning, probably. Or maybe Jenna Coleman.

[trippingonthelight]

One Line Prompts #4: Danny - (“You make me feel safe” and “just tell me everything’s gonna be okay”)

an: okay so you ever have those almost-relationships that could be so great if they worked out but it’s so tense trying to get it to work out bc no one will admit their feelings for eachother so u just stand there like🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️waiting for the other person to speak up… yeah this is about when it works out <3

cw: this is kinda sort of a flashback in a way (if you squint), reader and Danny are both set in high school so underage drinking (but be honest who didn’t…), angst, mutual pining, Sam being an instigator, josh has literally no dialogue idk what to tell u he just didn’t have anything to say. Enjoy Danny lane <3

You could tell from the way your shoulder harshly smacked against the doorframe as you tried to shuffle past the partygoers and into the busy house that you made a mistake coming here tonight. At your friend’s house on the block where you grew up, they threw a graduation party for everyone who got their diplomas today. The party marked not just the end of school, but new beginnings for the graduates. A proper home-town sendoff into the real world… 

God you hated this part…  God you hated him right now… 

Childhood friends from the beginning, your summers were always filled with Danny’s presence. For days on end you would hang out till the sun went down, then with the other neighborhood kids (Kiszka’s always in tow) you would keep each other company in the dark woods where bonfires roared for hours into the languid summer evenings, cool fall nights, and frigid winters. As you grew up, time spent with him started to feel different. It started as an innocent connection of young souls trying to navigate growing up together, and finding joy wherever they can; whether it was going on adventures together in nature, shopping with the other kids at the mall, or just enjoying each other’s company while you sit on the docks and asked all the questions to each other that you were too scared to ask adults yet…

“hey y/n, what do you think being in love means…” 

“Danny, what do you do when you get scared… “

“what are we gonna go when we have to leave home?” “I dunno, guess we’ll figure it out together…” 

But as you got older, you started to see him. Really see him. His presence wasn’t just a constant comfort anymore. He changed, but in all the good ways. He got older and taller and grew out his hair. He became more introspective, reflective, soft spoken, though his loud laughter remained. Not too long after you met as kids, he started playing in a band with the Kiszka’s on the weekends and eventually every day after school. You remember the first day you were invited over to watch them practice. Jake was the loudest over everyone except for Josh, who in turn just tried to out-do Jake’s incredible volume. Sam hung back with Danny, keepers of the rhythm and the peace between the fiery twins. If they can mellow out a little and not physically fight each other on stage, you think they could really make it one day. 

This was your routine for years. You were there with him through it all as they developed their sound, watched them all grow… One night you were over and you watched them play this new song they’re trying to work out. You can’t really remember the name, some sweet tune with a line about morning birds… But you’re watching him closely, a gentle curiosity with his every move. 

You saw him smiling and laughing with his best friends, the five of you in your own world in the Kiszka’s garage where all that matters is music and togetherness. It was undeniably your comfort place… 

You saw the way the dim work lamps they set up as makeshift stage lights casted a gentle glow on his features. He looks so soft, you think to yourself as you fiddle with the sleeves of your sweatshirt, wishing it was his hand instead you were grasping. It seemed like over a matter of months he went from this sweet boy you loved to hang out with to a kind young man who you still loved to hang out with, except now he makes you nervous. Because you like him… “like” doesn’t even seem right. “Liking” someone means you don’t really know them yet. You knew Danny well, better than most, actually… Your young heart didn’t want to admit it out of fear, but looking back on it now you would absolutely call it love. 

You saw the way he caught you staring, and grinned at you. He jokingly says, “you got a staring problem, sweetheart?” Sweetheart….. it makes your heart jump up in your throat. It made him just as nervous to say it, he doesn’t really know why it slipped out. Maybe the adrenaline of getting that new beat down perfectly, maybe the pride he felt performing in front of you, or just your presence in his favorite place…he loved having you here… loved spending time with you… loved you too, even if he couldn’t tell anyone else but Sam. Jake and Josh would be too practical, tell him to go for it. But the trepidation remained and Sam would tease him about it for years, “ya know one day Daniel, she’s just gonna slip through your fingers if ya don’t say something… but who am I to meddle in the affairs of young love…”

“Shut up, Sam…” 

Your feelings for each other raged on internally all throughout high school. You got to watch the band take off, got to watch them get more and more attention, got to watch them bloom… When Jake and Josh graduated they got really serious about the band, even signing contracts and planning recording sessions for a real album… You only had a year left of school yourself, and you had so much you wanted to accomplish. You would imagine life after graduation and how amazing it will all be, you and Danny finally free from the necessary evil of education and setting off into the world with a freedom you can’t even comprehend yet. You realized that high school isn’t forever, and life is out there waiting for you… 

But, you also came to the realization that when he gets that diploma in his hands, nothing would be left to tether him here anymore. Family, friends, holidays… sure he would come back. But it slowly settled upon you, the weight of  knowing he couldn’t stay. Not when the life he always dreamed of is right there waiting for him. Why would anyone stay when all that opportunity was just out there for the taking?

Earlier today as the graduates sat in anticipation of their diplomas, you sat with his family in the stands of the football field nervously bouncing your legs. Being here meant that you were acknowledging the end, welcoming it even, and that made your stomach turn. It pissed you off…

You had to leave the ceremony early. He wanted a picture with you on the football field, but tears had already stained your cheeks and your dress. He texted you, 

where’d you go? 

just had to run home real quick. I’ll see you later okay? 

okay! see you later :) 

never has simple punctuation hid so much emotion from the receiver. He puts his phone in his back pocket and tries to smile through more pictures with Sam. His mom snaps one of all four of the guys; he wishes you were there.

—

So yeah, it was a huge mistake coming to this party. And it was an even bigger mistake getting a little drunk beforehand, shotgunning a couple of beers your dad won’t miss from the fridge in the garage and hopping on your bike to head to the party. Your head felt swimmy and clouded, aware of the feeling of the alcohol snaking its way through your bloodstream but no longer aware of your sadness. The anger though… that was harder to get rid of. 

Even harder to do was reign it in. So when Danny saw you walk in he excitedly came over to you, hoping whatever happened earlier had worked itself out for the sake of tonight. He wanted to just forget about it, intending to grab you in a hug and take you to the corner the boys had co-opted for the evening and just be in each other's company.

You really didn’t mean to snap at him...

He gave you a big smile, “Hey!” reaching for your arm. When his fingers barely make contact with your heated skin, you flinch and pull away. His face drops. 

“What’s up Danny?” You try to sound casual, but your anger seeps through. You can’t say too many words to him without tears welling up again because you know he’s on could nine right now, with music and touring being the only things on his horizon. Except for you. To him, you were still there. If only you knew it.

But your own misery at the idea of him going away eclipsed all the pride and happiness you felt for him at the moment. You were happy for him. That’s what made this so hard.

You weren’t proud of yourself for it, but you rolled your eyes at him when he didn’t respond. To be honest he just didn’t have the words. Didn’t know what to say.

“Whatever…” You shrug him off and head to the kitchen. 

He looks back at the guys, silently asking them if they just saw that. Josh and Sam confirm that yeah, weirdly enough that just happened. Determined to know what’s wrong, he follows you to the kitchen and leans back against the island as you pour a generous shot. “Think that’s a little more than a standard pour there, kid…” 

Kid… He was one year older than you… Kid…. you say it over and over in your head and coat it in an extra layer of disdain and resentment every time. Kid… you start to fabricate another reason to be upset so you don’t have to face yourself. that’s all I’ll ever be… some kid he hung out with… 

“Yeah that’s the point, Daniel.” You throw the shot back, it burns your throat but quiets your head a little. A fair enough trade. You walk away from the island and kept your distance from him for the next hour, huddling with a group of girls you barely spoke to during school but with the performance you were putting on, they could have been your lifelong friends. You concoct the story in your head to make this all seem easier, justified even. He doesn’t even need me. He’s gonna go off and be so successful and forget this ever even happened… what a waste of time, you lie to yourself. Fuck him… 

You were angry, that much is true. But never at him.

You were angry at the clock, at the calendar, at the map… at the distance apart you’ll be from each other that will change every night for him as he goes on tour. At the hours you wasted mulling over in your mind how to tell him you loved him instead of just saying it. At yourself, for running out of time and for being mad right now. For every new realization like this that hit you it felt like the air became vaporized agony, each passing breath more shallow and painful than the last. You took a swig from what ever bottle they were passing around at the moment. What ever will make it stop… 

He had never seen you like this. Swaying a little where you stood and your laughter so hollow. Like you were laughing to respond to the group, to blend in, but nothing was funny. He saw it in your eyes, you were hurting, bad. He knew you better than anyone, he knows how you can be when hard stuff hits… It made him sad, what happened? He couldn’t watch you wince again after taking another pull from the bottle you had at the moment. 

He approaches the group of girls whom you tried to hide in all night. “Ladies, do you mind if I steal her for a sec?” The girls didn’t know any better and were all giggles and smirks when he asked that, pushing you forward to him in a way that made you feel like a lamb going to the slaughter. Truthfully, he made you feel safer than anyone else in any other circumstance. But now, you can feel the conversation you’ve been needing to have is imminent, and it scares you.

You grabbed the closest bottle in one hand behind your back as he took your other and led you away. Away from the music that beat against the inside of your head violently. The lights that flashed and changed in a way that made you feel sick. It started to settle in, the reality of your decisions. What if he hadn’t stood there all night with you… where would you have gone? The thought terrified you and the bottle you snagged on the way out of the kitchen clattered to the floor, thankful that it didn't shatter and that it was out of your hands.

You felt a little more sober when he pulled you both into the hallway bathroom. For the first time all day you were grateful to be near him. The noise quieted and the soft interior of the room made you feel a little safer, less on edge. A little nightlight was the only light source, but that’s all he needed to see you stiffen, cross your arms, and lean against the counter. He leans back against the door, drink still in hand. He takes a swig and a beat before saying, “so you wanna tell me about it?” 

No. You don’t, actually. You shake your head like a petulant child, eyes cast down at the floor with a knowing shame. This isn’t how this was supposed to happen……… the phrase repeated itself over and over in your mind. You’re just feeling too much. Guilt, anger at the situation, anger at yourself, anxiety about so many “what ifs” you lost count. You mumble the phrase out to yourself. Your voice is meek, but he heard you. He doesn’t press for you to speak up, just takes a step closer to you. 

“How what was supposed to happen?” His voice is gentle. He just wants to know what’s wrong, how he can help, not knowing he’s the problem.

“This… you and me…” You wave your hands between the both of you symbolizing your palpable connection and also inability to coherently speak. Your head was buzzing and you felt the spins about to set in from your heart rate going up. You try not to say much, because the more you speak, the more your emotions start to build up in your chest. Rising to your throat and settling behind your eyes. You feel frantic even though you’re standing completely still, feel like he can read it all over you face even though he has no idea. You feel a crack in the dam that’s holding your emotions back, the alcohol not making it any easier to contain them. Then he speaks…

“what about you and me? come on y/n just talk to me… please…” he gently takes your hands, holding them halfway down so he can grip your wrists. He’s just so worried. Worried about what he did, worried about what someone else did to you, worried about what you did to yourself, why you’re self medicating when you hate to drink around anyone but him and the guys. You’re so special to him and this was such an important day, he just wanted you around for it all. Wanted to tell you… so many things..

When you weren’t there he was upset. But he’s trying to be with you now, you’re just not letting him. His plea finally tipped you over the edge, begging you for an answer when you would rather never speak again than give it to him. All at once you give it up. The dam breaks.

“Please what, Danny…  tell you how I’m so mad at literally everything right now?” The words slur together at first but you take a breath when his eyes go wide. You continue, “tell you how I’m scared shitless about what I’m gonna do without you when you leave? About how I think about where you’re gonna go and if you’ll be safe? If the guys will be safe? How I’m already so anxious about having to be here without you and how I’m gonna miss you so much?? How I love you and I always have, and I’m so mad at myself for telling you all this now that you’re leaving? Is that what you wanna hear about? Because I don’t fucking feel like talking.” 

There it was… he couldn’t explain why he was shocked. It’s what he wanted to hear more than anything, “I love you and I always have,” he couldn’t have put it better himself, and now he wants to sell all his plane tickets. Wants to unpack all his kits and equipment, wants to tear up the contracts, wants to undo it all, for you. He guesses the shock he feels is that you actually said it, and he didn’t have to imagine what it would be like to hear it anymore. He can just replay the memory now… or maybe hear it again. Your voice snaps him out of his own thoughts. 

“just… just tell me everything’s gonna be okay…” your voice cracked on the last word as you hid your face in your hands. nothing’s gonna be okay now…. or so it felt. You wanted to stomp and yell and let your tears run hot and angry down your ruddy cheeks. “Tell me it’s gonna be okay when you’re gone…” A little sob breaks through.

He silently reaches for you and pulls you into his embrace. He says it when he has you, “honey, c’mere…” pulling you impossibly close to him. You can’t help but fall into it. It’s what you wanted all night. What you both wanted.

“I’m just really scared, Danny. Everything’s about to change and I’m just not ready…” You finally admit.

He gets it, and he gets why you tried to hide it, tried to numb the pain of the inevitable… he just wishes you’d let yourself feel it - the shitty part that he had to come to terms with too. The part of this that meant the times that you get to spend together will be further apart. The part that made him think about how he can’t just show up to your door anymore either when he feels lonely or just wants to see you. The part that hurt you both too much to talk about until now. 

“I’ll stay…” He says, knowing he can’t. 

But seeing you cry hurts too much he would do anything to stop it. You’re drunk so you laugh at that even through your tears, “Now that would just be silly.” He laughs a little too, tears welling up around his amber eyes. Of course she would say that… The moment required silence, the heavy knowing kind of silence that both of you can feel. He tried to keep his breaths deep and steady so you can match them, but they’re shaking a little in his chest. He didn’t want to feel this part either. 

But now that you have, it’s not so bad. It stings, the pain and the sadness. Nothing has changed, he still has to go. You still have to finish school and go after dreams of your own. But everything has shifted. He smooths over your hair and makes you look up at him. His voice is so soft, you haven’t heard him like this before. Been this close before…

“It’s gonna be okay, ya know.. it’s gonna suck. Absolutely..” that makes you giggle. He smiles at that, remembering you’re actually a very happy drunk. The last bonfire of the summer taught him that. He continues, “but it’s not forever. And I’ll be home more often than you think.” He taps the top of your nose with his finger, just wanting to coax a other giggle from you. It worked. So he keeps going,

“Maybe when you graduate we’ll have a world tour scheduled and I can take ya across the pond. There’s some gorgeous golf courses over there I want you to see.”

You’ve never heard anything more genuine. He’s not trying to sell you on this little vision of the future. It’s just what he wants. The sweet admission makes you feel like maybe doing it all together is still possible. At least it can be, right now. 

You finally relax into his arms and he leans his head on top of yours. You just stand there, letting him hold you. And you hug him back, no longer wanting to be away from him. It slips out of you so easily when you said it to him, “you make me feel safe…” Your protector, your best friend… He feels safe with you too, signaling this to you by gripping you tighter and rubbing his big gentle hand up and down your back. 

“I’m sorry I was being so mean.” You look up at him, chin resting on his chest as your eyes lift to meet his stare. He puts a hand on the top of your head and smooths over your hair. He understands why you did it, doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. “Apology accepted… but you can talk to me… about anything. You know that, baby..” 

Baby…. you just like the way it sounds in his voice. 

“I know I can. This is just….” 

“heavy…” he finishes the thought for you. He understands. “Yeah, heavy…” you confirm his suggestion as you mess with the necklace he wore. It’s one you gave him, a crystal wrapped in wire and strung on a leather cord. He wears it most days. He wore it today when he walked across the stage, was holding the stone as he looked around for you in the crowd. Makes him feel connected to you even when you’re not around. So he doesn’t hesitate to take it off and put it around your neck. He thinks that you can keep talking later, there’s still time before he has to leave. So he chooses to lighten the moment as he finishes tying the cord, 

“Just a little something to remember me by…” He grins and you giggle, playfully thumping your hand against his solid chest. You feel grounded by the stone you picked out for him, grounded by his hands on you, grounded by how he’s looking at you. He tips your chin up again and makes you look at him. He needs to know, “so, we gonna do this?” 

You know what he means, you try to let him out of this one more time, try to give him an escape hatch. “Well,” you start. “it’s gonna hurt sometimes…” You thought he might reconsider, might step back and walk away. But he doesn’t, he just says, “then let it…” 

You didn’t know what your first kiss with Danny would be like. You definitely didn’t expect it to be in the bathroom of your neighbor’s house. But when it happened you couldn’t wait for the next one. He threaded his fingers through your hair, holding the back of your head with such sweetness. It was so soft you could have missed it if you weren’t listening, “can i kiss you…” a hurried nod from you and his lips are on yours. The first contact was a little awkward, in the sweet way where both of you realized too late that you were kissing your best friend, leaving you smiling too hard to keep going. You laugh, feeling the alcohol again make your brain go all swirly… only this time it doesn’t hurt. This time there’s no fear. Just you and him, and whatever’s on the horizon. The next one lands just perfectly. The plush of your lips meeting the soft curves of his own, bumping noses together and grabbing at him in the way you’ve dreamed about for so many nights now. Getting to hold him, be intimate with him. Finally… you feel yourself relax even more. Especially when he pulls away, holding your face in his hands and says,

“Let’s get back out there before people start talkin’ huh?”

He leads you both out and you follow him.

You’ll follow him anywhere.

[gleekto]

Klaine Advent 2022: Chemistry Sucks (9/?)

Summary: Nerd!Kurt/ Popular!Blaine high school AU - Kurt joins Glee club in his junior year to please his dad, though he’d rather just hide out in the library until he can graduate and get out of Lima.

Turns out he’s not the only gay kid in town. Too bad the other out gay kid is cocky and popular senior, Blaine Anderson. Sure of himself, gets all the solos, things served to him on a platter. Kurt finds him shallow and infuriating.

Blaine finds Kurt square and irritating.

Yet at a party one night, they promise to sleep together if they don’t have other opportunities by the end of the year. A dare. Naturally competitive spirits.

Day 1, Day 2,Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7, Day 8

Chemistry Sucks (Day 9: Value)

Kurt isn't exactly sure why this dumb competitive bet with Blaine has so drastically shifted the dynamic between them, but somehow since Regionals, Blaine has gone from not wanting to be associated with the nerdy gay junior to his BFF. Or maybe not quite his BFF, but Blaine sure does text him a lot.

Or maybe it wasn't the bet. Maybe it was the winning duet. Kurt having proved himself an asset rather than a liability to the ultra-competitive leader of the Glee club. The unpredicted value of a Regionals victory to his social life. Regardless, Kurt is apparently suddenly very textworthy.

Today alone, his phone hasn't stopped buzzing. Even during class.

B: Are you taking history next year?

K: IDK. I haven't decided yet?

B: Try to avoid Ms Pattinson. The worst. Dry and a lot of work.

K: Sounds like chemistry.

B: Come on, chemistry can be fun ;)

Kurt honestly has no idea how to respond so he just leaves it.

Then an hour later -

B: Do you think they'll give us another duet at nationals?

K: You sure have a lot of questions today. I don't know. You'll get something though don't worry, leading man.

B: I'm serious. We sounded great together. You could help us win.

K: I feel so used.

B: No. I mean you were great too.

K: Thanks?

B: That sounded cocky sorry.

K: When have you ever apologized for being cocky?

And just when Kurt was finished his nightly moisturizing routine, ready for bed, his phone buzzes again and he just knows it's Blaine. Again. He rolls his eyes but feels a twinge of he doesn't want to even think of what -

B: Do you think Harry Styles is hot?

Another important conversation that needs to be had right now.

K: He's straight.

B: So? And no, I think he's bi.

K: I've learned not to fawn over straight guys. Don't get your hopes up.

B: I do not think Harry Styles would be in to me. I just think he's hot.

K: Glad you've maintained your grip on reality.

B: I think lots of guys are hot.

K: Not just photoshopped celebrities?

B: No seriously. I appreciate real guys too.

K: Sam?

B: Like my best friend, Sam?...Yeah, he's hot. But don't tell him ok?

K: He would be flattered.

B: Oh I know. Just don't want him to get a big head.

K: Of course I won't tell him.

B: Like you've never thought your friends were hot.

K: Worse. I used to have a terrible crush on Finn. Now he's my stepbrother.

B: Yikes. You win. Finn is pretty good looking though.

K: Him too?

B: I told you, I think lots of guys are hot.

K: Artie, Puck, Mike?

B: In that nerdy-hot kind of way, I'm not really one for the bad boys, and Mike is definitely hot.

K: True. Well you pretty much have a crush on all the guys in the Glee club.

B: You missed one.

K: Seriously?

B: Are you fishing? And no crushes. Just physical appreciation.

K: I never fish.

B: Well I think you're hot too.

Kurt is relieved this is all on text so Blaine can't see how clammy his hands are and the unintentional smile plastered on his face.

K: You're not so bad yourself.

B: That's a relief.

K: ?

B: I mean if we end up sleeping together, I hear it works better that way.

K: Mutual physical appreciation.

B: Exactly. Leads to better outcomes.

K: We're stopping this right now Blaine.

B: ...

B: Goodnight Kurt.

K: Goodnight. No more texting.

B: Until tomorrow.

K: Fine.

[bonesandthebees]

Then there’s what everyone else thinks is happening. Let’s start with Sam. He thinks it’s just an exercise to see how his heir think. A way to be pushed to pick an heir or an idea from Techno to help him make up his mind. Tomys comes out the best. Sam probably doesn’t notice that Phil set it up this way. Both of them are narrative foils or like parallels. Both in Stubbornness in listening to other people (Phil and Wilbur respectively). Probably also in personality. Idk I get the feeling that Sam is very fond of Tomys because the kid remind him of his younger self, aka he’s a vague idea of what the kid Sam never had could have been like.

Anyway, depending on how much Techno knows about his students (and he definitely knows about Niki) it!s set up to make the other two look bad. Tomys then looks good. Sam now feels like his decision to bring in a new potential heir has been justified and might stop pushing back against Phil as much. Similarly, now that Tomys is proven to be a decent option and a more favourable future for Wilbur, Phil can start sorta pushing that by manipulating Sam via playing into his ego and how good of a decision it was.

Niki and Quackity might think Wilbur had something to do with it since, at first, it seems like the perfect opportunity to show off their skills while Tomys makes a fool out of himself. Wilbur is there and this is literally what they talked about at the meeting and what Schlatt tried to goat him into.

But then both Quackity and Niki “mess up” (by Phil’s standards) and Tomys comes up out well. While this doesn’t incriminated Wilbur perce. It does make him look like he knew about it and didn’t warn them before hand (even though they might be away he had no option to do so. Either way, everyone always seems to assume he knows everything, which makes it interesting when he doesn’t and I can’t wait to see that play out more. Wilbur not knowing about something while his friends accuse him of doing would be very good angst.

Anyway, I wonder if Niki thinks he knew and is lying / keeping things from her again. [Across the table, Niki’s expression darkened. Wilbur didn’t notice it.] I’m eyeing this. There’s a lot of reasons for he being upset. It probably has to do with Sam smiling at Tomys which proves the kid ‘won’. It’s not necessarily directed at Wilbur, but it probably,y still has consequences for him. She does still look to him to try and see how badly she messed up. She assumes he knows.

(2/3)

-🌲

sam definitely has a soft spot for tomys. it's partly because he's the youngest and sam gives him a lot of leeway for his behavior as a result. he's also older now than he was when niki and quackity were children at the palace (not by much but yknow), and in my mind sam's the kind of guy who gets nicer and more fond of kids the older he gets. and like you pointed out, he sees some of himself in tommy, whereas he never saw much of himself in niki or quackity.

like I said in the previous ask, it wasn't necessarily designed to make quackity and niki look bad but rather just compare the three of them side by side. but then phil was able to take advantage of the answers and twist them to make tommy look like the best option out of the three of them.

while the whole situation definitely doesn't make wilbur look good, I think in this scenario both niki and quackity recognize wilbur probably would've warned them if he had the opportunity. it's not a strict test per se, and yes it looks bad but it's not a huge huge deal. and I will say, niki's darkening expression was not directed at wilbur.

I like where your head is at though!! I love seeing you analyze all the minute bits of these interactions it's so fun for me

[breakaway71]

20 questions writer meme!

Tagged by @galauvant, thank you bb! Retrospectives like this always give me the best kind of nostalgia about my writing, and I could use that right now, in the middle of some heavy projects. <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 242

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 1,200,157

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently? Julie and the Phantoms, Back to the Future, and Stranger Things are the biggies. I also always include Supernatural, because one way or another it always drags me back in unexpectedly.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Say it Sweet (Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, truth serum)

2. Give All My Secrets Away (Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, hurt/comfort, wing!fic but not in the way you expect)

3. All That's Best of Dark and Bright (Teen Wolf, Dere/Stiless, trans MTF Stiles and falling in love and rescues and ~feels)

4. Family Matters (Julie and the Phantoms, gen, Ray accidentally adopts the whole ghost band and Reggie in particular and some stuff happens, idk, lots of good dad stuff)

5. Ad Astra Per Tentaculum (Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles, space AU, Stiles is an alien. With tentacles.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try really hard, but often fail. Not because I don't appreciate my readers, I do, so much, but it often feels like social interaction in my brain, and some days, that's a lot harder than others. It really comes down to how many spoons I have. I have better luck with new fics, and even then, it's a real toss-up if I manage. *hides face in shame*

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Oh. Hmm. I don't write a lot of angsty endings, honestly, but probably all those things i didn't say. Supernatural Dean & Sam gen fic, and it's. I mean, it's major character death, but in a weird way, and the ending...okay, yeah, it's a lot, but it was also meant to be hopeful?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Basically everything lol. No, really, I love me a happy ending, if I tried to pick, we'd be here all day. I guess one of my more recent(ish) ones I have a serious soft spot for is the 88 mph (take off, last stop) verse (Julie and the Phantoms band-as-family time travel gen fic) - the ending of the main story itself is pretty damn fluffy and happy, but the timestamps kind of add to the feeling. :)

8. Do you get hate on fics? I've been very lucky that in a couple solid decades of writing fanfiction, I've only ever gotten a small handful of negative comments. And maybe only one or two I would consider actually hateful.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Rarely, these days. I did so a lot more before I realized I was deeply ace. Sometimes I still indulge, but the mood of a story has to fit just right for me to go there. As for what kind, I mean, I've hit a lot of bullet points lol, but overall it tends to be more about ~emotions than the actual smut itself.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? CROSSOVERS ARE MY WHOLE ENTIRE JAM, seriously, I live for them, the crazier I can write and make work in a way that makes people screech about me using black magic, the happier I am. Probably the one I'd consider "craziest" in terms of HOW DID THESE TWO FANDOMS WORK TOGETHER THEY ABSOLUTELY HOULD NOT HAVE WORKED TOGETHER was Good Dreams, Sweet Prince - a Julie and the Phantoms/The Sandman crossover, canon-compliant to both universes, where Reggie is Dream's son. (It's also probably one of the crossovers I'm most proud of, honestly.)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not any I'm aware of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I've been asked many times, but it was never something I was comfortable with. There's a level of trust you have to have, not being able to be sure that a translation is true to the spirit of the fic, and it's a level of control I've never quite been able to give up. I feel bad about it, honestly, because I'd love more people to have access to my work. Maybe someday I'll get past my brain stuff about it.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No(t yet)

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? This question is deeply unfair and I rebel, I have too many I love with every piece of my heart, too many I've never been able to give up even when my fandoms have shifted and changed. I can't even pick an all-time favorite just for Supernatural!

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? There are a lot of them, unfortunately, but I'll probably say my Julie and the Phantoms/Voltron Reggie/Keith crossover fic for sure. It was something I started at the height of my love for both fandoms, but the ideas got way too big for me at the time. Then I lost the fic notebook with most of my outlines and notes for it, and that was kind of the nail in the coffin.

16. What are your writing strengths? Overall, I think my ability to get into a character's head and really nail the characterization. (Which is not to say it's always perfectly true to canon - I've taken a lot of liberties with Reggie, for example, because the show didn't give us a lot to work with besides "comic relief". But I at least know when something I write is veering a little too far from canon to be believable anymore.)

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Action scenes, for sure. And plot. Most of my fics are just ~vibes where plot occasionally creeps in. Sometimes it works and comes together surprisingly well, sometimes it's just ~vibes right through the bitter end lol.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I will do so very sparingly, but it's not something I generally trust myself to do well.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Pokemon, although Harry Potter was the first fandom I ever finished anything for. (Sadly (or, well, not) none of those stories exist on the interwebs anymore, they were all on older sites/forums that either no longer exist or went through a few too many purges. I still have a few of them fics in theory, but they're on floppy or zip discs I can't access, and most were written in programs that don't exist anymore.)

20. Favorite fic you've written? Oh hell. My answer to this changes with the tide, honestly, but one of my most favorites is my Detention trilogy. Dean/Gabriel, student/teacher AU. I think a lot of people were scared to read it because, well, teacher/student (not to mention an unpopular ship), but I worked damn hard to balance a very fine line with that fic, and I was so proud of how it turned out.

Tagging @ladyeternal178, @bananakarenina, @zubenpics, and anyone else who sees this and wants to participate in the fun!

[kamelpferd]

THE MAGNIFICENT 7

I am bored and so fucking tired. I don't want to go to school because I am failing. Anyways, here is this.

kill me please

Introducing: the boys

by: me

just do me a favor and imagine this as a funny Tik Tok or so idk.

1. Jack Horne

lives in the mountains

would and will stab you multiple times if you are mean to him

unlock his tragic backstory

prays to the Lord every day

feminist

hungry af

violent but only if the Lord approves

funny voice

had a wife and kids once

prays only little prayers for people that don't deserve big prayers

cute laugh

a bear in peoples clothes

did kill many indigenous people for money but is a changed man

big softy

probably gives the best hugs

my sisters favorite

dies a tragic death

2. Red Harvest

hates white people food

speaks white man english, but decides not to

will kill you if you are a bad person

befriends you only if you eat the heart of a deer

has a different path than most people from his tribe

better than Merida

nice horse

very much very adorable if he likes you

doesn't ask questions - will help you with whatever

would show you his culture

also one of my sisters favorites

both of my parents' favorite

survives yay

3. Vasquez

smart enough not to drop his first name

would not tell you what it means in spanish if you asked him a word

mexican tm

is not a texican

calls you guero if he likes you

scared of taking responsibility

has 3 Marias (bitches)

eating habits worse than a pig (means both his hands are dirty when he eats with a spoon)

smokes and drinks because he can and he will

funny as fuck

probably in love with Faraday

would let him eat me out ngl

has no family or friends

his head is worth 500$ for killing some important guy

gun skills 100

doesn't care if you don't understand him, he will still talk in spanish

would be a great father ngl

I love him very much

stands a bit weird every now and then

still hot tho

survives yay

4. Goodnight Robicheaux

'What we lost in the fire-'

has PTSD

it keeps going on, and on, and on-

best sharpshooter alive istg

can shoot you even if he doesn't see you

definition of the word gentleman

respects everthing and everyone

heavy drinker

adorable and kind

southern charm has me weak

has the biggest puppy eyes

literally perfect human being

love him more than my own life

would marry him without hesitation

is baby - will always be baby

gets angry if you keep being a bitch

would not lay hand on you tho

stronger than he thinks

dubbed 'the angel of death'

23 confirmed kills at antietam

he is a legend

but that is not all he is

everyone fears him even tho he is such a nice person

Faraday kinda not likes him idk

he is not a coward

oh so french he could be a baguette (wtf)

speaks french fluently

would call you 'ma chére'

would kiss your hand as a greeting

has trouble killing people since he came back from war

bffs with Billy

but I think they had sex at some point

thinks an owl followed him and told him he would die a ghastly death

heard a voice

an old friend of Sam Chisolm

would support every decision you make

would randomly call you pretty

husband material

would play along as fuck if you'd try to mess with somebody

can be hillarious

the voice of an angel

can sing very well and play the piano

Aura Lee <3

god he is so hot

he knows all the shit

read like every book existant istg

Did I already say that I literally love him?

his death breaks my heart every time

5. Sam Chisolm

'-we'll find in the ashes.'

duly sworn warrant officer of the Circuit Court in Wichita Kansas

also licenced peace officer in the Indian Territory Kansas Nebraska and seven other states

shoots you without you noticing it

Dad of the group

old friend of Goodnight

would eat a deers heart if offered for a befriending ritual

nice laugh

justice is worth more than life

everything matches with black, even his horse

wants revenge for his family

had a sister

'Hell I don't know. Avenge me?'

very understanding

would tell you he is proud of you as if he was your father

would kill hundreds of people just to help you out

righteous and honorable

plans everything

leader person

would help you get out of a shitty situation

can't do speeches

doesn't drink or smoke

will accept you no matter what you do (except if you kill his family then not)

bounty hunter (if money on your head high enough, he will want to kill you)

good man

a little awkward sometimes but he is cool

dope scar on his neck

nice fuzzy moustache

probably slept with Goodnight

survives yay

6. Joshua Faraday

him and I are very similar

'you're just a little bit too much like me'

his dick does all his thinking

still probably packin' tho

gives you shooting lessons you never asked for or wanted

he shows off a lot

so proud of himself

'Guero'

something about Goodnight bothers him

doesn't know what a syllable is

there is no forgiveness for men like him

so has a crush on Vasquez istg

horse name Jack

will make fun of you no matter what

drunk 24/7

traded his horse for Whiskey and would probably trade you too

homophobic gay vibes

always been lucky with one-eyed jacks

has a wife called Ethel (his gun)

and a sidechick called Maria (his other gun) which is not Vasquez' Maria

plays poker like a pro and shows you card tricks to get your attention before he just shoots you

funny as fuck

will flirt with you, your sister and your mother. Probably even your granny

never had a relationship before istg

probably cries after sex

bottom who thinks is a top

doesn't know how to english

probably never picked up a single book in his entire life

mommy and daddy issues

actually adorable

probably an Aries

doesn't fear death the slightest

Irish American

didn't fall from a horses ass

can't stop talking

thinks he is so cool

ladiesman

hot as fuck even tho it's Chris Pratt

would fuck him

'worlds greateat lover'

gets shot multiple times but still alive and slaying the runway - dies later on

last thing he wanted to do in his life was to have a good smoke

always wanted to blow something up (ends up blowing himself up)

dies a tragic hero death

7. Billy Rocks

mysterious chinese guy

can and will kill you with a hairpin

Goodnights sidekick

knows how to handle knives

probably has a knifekink

so in love with Goodnight it's getting embarrassing

majestic hair ong

doesn't talk a lot

usually doesn't drink (only when Goodnight left)

natural beauty

very adorable and kind

would always comfort you

good boi

very small, very much baby, but always there for Goodnight

small but stabby

the skills he had omg

kills racists (don't rip Arcade)

probably fucking with you atm and you don't even know it

once fought a whole salloon bare knuckled and won

not a man to arrest

a man to befriend

would take a fag and kiss you to blow the smoke into your mouth - very erotic

would call you 'beautiful' as a nickname

very attractive

handsome boi

amazing laugh

earns money for killing people in shooting games

bffs with Goodnight

they fucked at one point tho

my 10 yr. old cousins favorite

eats with his hands only, and still cleaner than Vasquez, who eats with a spoon

his last words were Goodnights name

dies next to Goodnight

Thank you for your attention

if you have any more suggestions of things to add to this list, let me know.

Also sorry for spelling mistakes. Typing this shit with my eyes half open, but I refuse to sleep because as soon as I wake up I only have one day left before school starts again and I want to escape reality by pretending it just doesn't exist.

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