#im going to go to a temple after the high holidays

[explorations-in-judaism]

My interest in Judaism was recently resparked by a conversation with my girlfriend. She is a devout catholic considering converting to Islam. Her reason: she believes in the teachings of Mohammed and has been drawn to it for years.

I told her I had the same prolonged interest in Judaism but worried it wasn't enough to convert. She asked me what would be

I'm trying to find the answer but there's just so much confusion. I don't know if I believe in Gd and it's scary to grapple with how this would change my family. Judaism fills my thoughts

[boyfriendstevie]

may i humbly request…. 15. Character A hiding their face into Character B’s shirt because they can’t keep the noises at bay, and hoping to God they’re not being too loud. i can’t think of anything to keep it wintery but… maybe a handsie moment at a work christmas party? hehe whatever u like!

Jay my angel baby love <333 thank u for this & im sorry it took so long, pls enjoy having to be quiet while staying at the harrington household ft menace Steve hehe; 18+!!! mdni!!! fem!reader, fingering, hand job, use of nicknames like good girl

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“Baby…” Steve coos softly from somewhere next to you. It’s hard to tell… hard to focus. All you know is that his body is pressed to yours, and he’s got two long fingers in your cunt. “Gotta be quiet, honey. Don’t want anyone to hear you, do you?”

Being home for the holidays is always nice, but staying with family makes things difficult. In a number of ways, but it makes being intimate with your boyfriend particularly challenging. And after staying with your family for a number of days, in a small house where sound would definitely travel, you’re feeling pent up when you make it to the Harrington household. It didn’t take long for you to excuse yourselves to Steve’s old room where you were staying, and end up under the covers together. 

A kiss presses to the crook of your neck as you shake your head, Steve’s breath hot against your skin. You’ve only been at it for a few minutes, but between the kisses and all of his attention, you already feel like you’re going to melt, and besides, you don’t have much time anyway. You whimper again and his hand stills as he huffs out a quiet laugh and says, “Babe, I’m serious… can’t have my parents catching us.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” you whine, squirming under his touch as his free hand roams up your torso to cup your breast, squeezing not-so-gently, “I’ll be quiet, please don’t stop, just— need you, please—“

You can feel the curve of his lips on your shoulder and he shushes you again, this time more reassuringly as his fingers curl inside of you, “I gotcha, baby, shhhhh.”

But then, his hand pulls away completely as he shifts away from you, leaving you clenching around nothing and hissing his name angrily, “Steve! What the fu—“

Your complaint dies on your lips as he rearranges both of you so you’re on your side facing him, only mere centimeters separating you. One of his arms curls around your shoulders to hold you close while the other maneuvers between your bodies until his hand can cup your cunt, the palm of his hand brushing against your clit. His middle and ring finger dip between your folds to find your dripping entrance, fingertips circling it lightly. Teasingly.

Before you can complain again, his fingers ease into you, making you sigh softly, a quiet, content noise. Your leg hitches over his hip as you press closer, relaxing against him. Steve noses against your temple, a small laugh escaping his own lips as his fingers push deep, “Told ya I gotcha, honey.”

“Mhm,” you breathe out absentmindedly, all high-pitched and whiny in your attempt to stay as quiet as you can, which feels nearly impossible with his fingers fucking in and out of you. Especially hard when his fingers spread wide, stretching you open for him. His thumb finds your clit with practiced ease, rubbing over it in just the right way, making your hips roll into his touch. 

He keeps saying you can’t be too loud, but it seems like he’s doing everything in his power to make you fall apart, to make the loudest moans possible fall from your lips, “Stevie— fuck, Steve, need—“

A particularly loud moan escapes you, and you instantly worry he’ll stop again, but instead, his arm curls and tightens around your shoulders, pulling you into his hold. Your face presses against his chest, the fabric of his pajama shirt soft on your cheek. When you moan again, this time at the way his fingers crook, brushing against the most sensitive spot inside of you, the sound comes out muffled into Steve’s chest. You can hear the smirk in his voice as he asks, “Feel good, baby? That’s what you wanted, huh? Such a good girl, letting me know exactly how you feel.” 

Steve’s words, the smug sound in his voice, makes you whine again, though it’s barely audible against his chest. Your own fingers curl around one of Steve’s biceps, digging into his skin a bit more harshly than you intend to, though he doesn’t seem to mind, reveling in the reactions and noises he can draw out of you from his fingers alone. You’re desperate to cum after so long, and you’re so close, the coil in your gut twisting tighter and tighter, but you still need more. But he knows you better than you know yourself, and so before you can even ask, a third finger pushes into your tight heat. 

With his thumb rubbing small, quick circles on your clit, and his fingers pumping in and out of you, pleasure twists in your tummy. You clench around his fingers, face buried into your boyfriend’s chest as you finally tip over the edge. Your body writhes against his, moaning and whining into Steve’s chest, and you distantly hope that you’re not being too loud, though you can’t find it in yourself to care too much. 

“That’s a girl,” Steve hums, kissing along your jaw and neck as you come back down from the high. The leg hitched over his hip shakes and Steve pulls his hand from your center to grab at your thigh, squeezing your flesh gently, “Y’alright?”

“Yes,” you murmur softly in reply, face hot against the fabric of his shirt, “Your turn? Been too long…” You trail off as you move just enough to get your hand under Steve’s boxers. Precum leaks from his tip, and he hisses loudly as your thumb rubs over his slit, spreading the wetness down the length of his cock. 

Your fingers wrap around the base, and you stroke him once — just enough to pull a deep groan from his chest. You’re more than pleased, and a little smug, as you repeat the same thing he’d said to you earlier, “Gotta be quiet, love, yeah?” 

“Shut up,” he laughs, jaw clenching when you squeeze him gently, “Maybe I need to hide my face in your chest, too.”

“Be my guest,” you grin at him, free hand tangling into the hair at the back of his head, pulling him in closer for a kiss that leaves both of you dizzy. 

[shyvioletcat]

this prompt seems made for fireman whitethorn and aelin: “Sitting on the doorstep in the cold, waiting for their S/O to come home from working on christmas day (emergency services?) and hugging them for so long whilst whispering ‘merry christmas’ into their neck and kissing any inch of skin they can reach.” 😭❤️

Here it is! The last one, getting it in on the last day of December with day 5 of the Rowaelin Holiday Celebration. And it’s another baby’s first Christmas thing but I’m not even mad about it. I hope you’ve all had an enjoyable holiday season, considering everything. Thanks for reading guys, sending hugs to everyone. Striking Matches Masterlist

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Aelin sat on the swinging bench on the front porch of her home. It was bitingly cold, almost freezing, to try and keep it out she rearranged her fluffy scarf and hugged her mug of hot chocolate tighter. If she were sensible, she would be inside in front of the gas fireplace or even better in bed. But instead she was outside in the cold, waiting for her husband to get home.

Rowan was coming off a night shift and she was waiting for him, too excited and desperate to see him to do anything else. They had been stressing that his roster would have him working for the entirety of Yulemas Day and they were both heartbroken at the prospect. This Yulemas was not just the first in their new home, but it was also their first as a family of three. So when the roster had arrived, showing that his team would be on the night shift during the holidays, Aelin had just about jumped for joy. She had a sneaking suspicion that Lorcan may have had a hand in Yulemas miracle so his present had been particularly good this year as a very heartfelt thank you. Aelin sighed, the cold air biting at her lungs, holding her mug in one hand she reached down for the baby monitor that sat on the bench beside her and held it up to her ear. The only sound she heard was the hum of the feedback, Elspeth was still asleep.

It was then she heard an all too familiar vehicle approaching and Aelin put everything down, her face splitting into an unstoppable grin. Rowan pulled into the driveway and parked his truck, Aelin could see his smile through the window and the shaking of his head. Her knee began to bounce with excitement as Rowan got out of the car and she didn’t let him get much further before she was up and bounding down the steps, throwing herself into her husband’s waiting arms. She felt him breathe her in, his face burying in the scarf around her neck. Then he was kissing her, anywhere her skin was the least bit exposed. That set her giggling as his lips tickled her cheeks, her nose, her earlobe that peeked out beneath her beanie.

“Happy Yulemas,” Aelin whispered into his neck.

Rowan finally pulled back then. “Happy Yulemas, Aelin.” Then he kissed her lips. “What are you doing out here? It’s freezing, love.”

Rowan put her down and Aelin shrugged, tucking herself in close as they walked to their front door. “I couldn’t wait to see you.”

“What about Elsie?” Rowan asked, a gentle expression on his face that only appeared when talking about his daughter.

Aelin left the warmth of Rowan’s side to grab the baby monitor and she smiled as she heard soft babbling coming from it. “Looks like she just woke up.”

The two of them bustled inside, shedding layers and hanging them up on the coat rack.

“You go get her,” Aelin said as she unwound her scarf. “I’ll get you a tea.”

Rowa just nodded and headed upstairs while Aelin headed to the kitchen, prepping the tea and the pasties she had bought especially for breakfast today, and some puréed apple for the baby in a fancy little squeezy tube with a spoon on the end. By the time she had put the teabag in Rowan’s mug they two of them arrived in the kitchen. Rowan was whispering to his daughter, her hands on his face, dressed in her festive pyjamas covered in little cartoon reindeer. The sight made Aelin’s chest feel all fuzzy and she walked over.

“Happy Yulemas, my darling,” Aelin said as she kissed Elspeth’s chubby cheeks, earning the mother a smile. “Food or presents first?”

“Food,” Rowan said, depositing Elspeth in her high chair. He pulled it closer to him so he could feed her while he drank his tea and ate as well.

Aelin just watched them together, twin green eyes watching each other. She managed to eat two chocolate croissants by the time the other two were done, and started on a third while Rowan started the clean up. When that was done he picked up Elsie, kissing her cheek like he just couldn’t help it.

“Coming?” He asked wryly when Aelin didn’t move, too busy watching them.

“Yes, yes,” Aelin said, abandoning her croissant. For now.

A large Yulemas tree was set up in the corner of the living room, decorated to perfection and wrapped presents underneath it. Rowan sat on the floor beside it, putting Elsie down to let her roam free. She had nearly perfected crawling at 8 months old, Aelin put it down to her determination to follow her cousin Ruben around. The baby went straight for the tree and found the largest present, which conveniently belonged to her. Aelin sat down next to Rowan and he put his arm around her, kissing her temple before they watched what exactly their daughter was going to do.

Elsie sat on her butt, keeping her hands on the present so it fell in her lap. Her parents laughed as she slapped at it, squealing in delight. Rowan lent forward and ripped the paper a little, giving her a spot to focus on. Elsie took the hint, her little fist clutching at the paper and pulling at it until it started to rip. Aelin lent on Rowan’s shoulder, just watching and thinking. After presents Aelin would send Rowan up to bed for a nap and she would start getting lunch ready. Her parents were coming over, Aedion, Lysandra and Ruben too. Rowan’s big Yulemas present was the surprise of his parents coming as well, sneakily flying in a few days ago. For Elspeth’s first Yulemas they wanted to keep it simple, just spending time with family. Aelin couldn’t imagine it without his parents being there.

But this morning, it was just for them.

Rowan sat forward again, Elspeth making good progress on her present, but he didn’t lean forward to help her. Instead he grabbed a small box from under the tree.

“For you,” he said simply, as he dropped it in her lap.

“Oh, thank you,” Aelin replied, shaking the box.

“You didn’t snoop while I wasn’t here, did you?” Rowan asked, brows high.

“No, of course not,” Aelin said innocently.

Rowan pinched her side, making her yelp. “Why don’t I believe you?”

Aelin just smiled at him before ripping the paper off in one clean swipe. It was a pair of earrings, she could tell by the packaging then she had most definitely checked out last night. She flipped open the lid and choked out a laugh. It was a pair of rose gold hoops, but what had made Aelin laugh was what hung from them. Two little padlocks.

Aelin turned to Rowan, smiling so much her cheeks were starting to hurt. “I love them.”

“I thought you would,” Rowan murmured, his lips meeting hers in a gentle kiss. “Happy Yulemas, Aelin. Thank you for all of this, this life together.”

Tears were starting to prick Aelin’s eyes as she kissed him again. “I wouldn’t want it any other way. Happy Yulemas, Rowan.”

The moment they were sharing together was broken by musical laughter and excited clapping. Little Elsie had finally got the wrapping off her present, revealing a pack of small animals she was trying to pull from the packaging. Rowan smiled, moving forward to lie on his stomach so that he could help her.

“Let me help you, my little love,” Rowan told his daughter and started to dismantle the packaging. Then he booped her on the nose, making her giggle, “Happy Yulemas.”

Elspeth took that as an invitation to tackle his face and try to kiss him, making Rowan laugh as he tried to wrangle her before she took out an eye. It all made Aelin laugh too, wondering how she had been lucky enough to end up with all this, a husband who loved her and a darling little girl who was the light of their lives. It was a very happy Yulemas indeed.

~~~~~

Officially my last fic of 2020. Of course it was going to be Striking Matches.

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[nolongerironicteenwrites]

is it too late to have a naruto phase?

three years pt. 1 

message me and talk to me i have a lot of feelings 

also read this and other works i have on my ao3 

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29640645/chapters/72872319

Kiba kicked the grass in front of him. He looked like a kicked puppy. You felt it in your heart. You were leaving your home, the place you spent the last seventeen years of your life, and everyone around you looked so sad for you.

    “Guys. I’m not dying. I’m just-”

    “Leaving.” Kiba finished.

    “Kiba come here.”

You pull him down to you and you kiss his forehead. Kiba smiled at you but he still looked sad. Akamaru even nudges your hand, making you drop to your knees, to kiss him and tell him goodbye as well.

    “Where’s your boyfriend? Waiting for him is such a drag.”

You looked at your childhood best, Shikamaru.

    “Shikamaru.” There was a tone of warning in your voice.

    “What? All your friends are here telling you bye and your boyfriend isn’t here? Our teachers even came to see you off.”

You flushed and punched him in the shoulder. He had a point. He fake winced then went back to a regulated deadpan expression.

    “If you must know. He had work. So we said goodbye already.”

Shikamaru tisked. Tenten and Lee took this opportunity to hug you with Neji. He just offered you a small smile and a side hug. You took it, you knew how he could be. Your heart squeezed at that.

    “We got you some gifts,” Neji spoke quietly. “We all kind of worked on it with Sai’s help.”

Choji and Shino handed you a bag. It caused you to sit on the ground to open the bag. First, you pulled out a small box. You unwrapped the box and opened it out to pull out a pendant and chain. Everyone produced similar things. It was a friendship pendant. Neji had it on his keys like Sasuke and Shino. Everyone else with the exception of Shikamaru wore them as bracelets. Shikamaru wore a necklace like yours was set to be. You smiled putting it on.

    “I love it. We all match.”

    “There’s more.” Tenten sang.

You couldn’t believe it, there was more. You pulled out a frame. Sai looked so excited and proud. You flipped it to see a picture. An adorable picture.

    “It’s a screen print but before we all took turns coloring each other,” he explained grinning ear to ear.

You smiled.

    “If you want to know who colored who, Sai and I colored each other along with Neji, Neji ended up coloring you since you couldn’t know. Shino and Naruto, Tenten and Kiba, Lee and Sasuke, Hinata and Choji and we even got Ino and Sakura to get along to make this for you.” Shikamaru explained.

    “I love you  guys.”

Everyone smiled and chimed “I love you too” all around. Giving you hugs all around Even your old teachers gave you hugs. You felt the love when you were given a college survival kit from the teachers. You smiled and waved. Shikamaru grabbed your wrist before you walked away.

    “Troublesome woman. Making me already miss you.”

    “What a drag.”

He hugged you tight. You felt him smirk against your temple. You felt your eyes get misty-eyed. The Leaf was your home, leaving it to go to school was hard for you since you were going nearly two cities away and had no friends. But this program was the gateway into your future, especially in music. You looked out over the town before going to your car, you’ll be back. You promised.

That was three years ago. You had made good, you would go home once a month and then again during the holidays. A lot for you has changed. You meet the greatest roommate ever and her siblings. You four started a band with them. You got cheated on about halfway through your freshman year. Released an EP with them. Graduated early. You know the works. It was a change.

Before the concert, you were scheduled to perform for your EP when someone knocked on the door. You were confused. Normally one of the members just opened the door. Temari and Kankuro just let themself in, Gaara never. You sighed and called for them to come in. Temari opened the door looking a bit annoyed holding, Shikamaru.

    “(Y/N)? Do you know this guy?”

    “Shikamaru?”

He pulled his arm away from her. She nodded and walked away. Once she was out of earshot Shikamaru looked at her go, almost like he was checking her out.

    “She is..”

    “My keyboard player…” You replied by getting up. “Why are you here? It’s like- we’re like two hours both from the show and home.”

    “We made the trip to come to see you?” he looked more confused than anything.

    “All of you?” You asked skeptically.

     “I got Neji to drive..” he responded

You snorted. It felt hard to believe. As you were getting ready to respond Kiba nearly smashed into Shikamaru and then Naruto over his shoulder.

    “(Y/N)!”

You tripped over yourself backward. But someone grabbed them by the collar and pulled them backward.

    “You two need to be leashed. Hey (Y/N).” Sakura smiled.

You waved and moved aside to allow others into the room. Soon all your friends were standing in your dressing room with you sitting on the makeup counter. Everyone was really interested in your new look.

    “Your hair..” Neji pointed out.

    “Yeah, um breakups will do that. You decide the time to change.” you felt the sides. You decided to pixie your hair before the release of the EP. “Do you like it?”

He nodded. Reaching out himself to tuck a part of your bangs behind your ear. You blushed a little and looked at him. His eyes were soft and very blue in stark contrast to his long black hair tied up in a ponytail and black shirt. You took in what he was wearing, he was dressed in a black t-shirt and light wash jeans, pinched and rolled with a pair of black hightops. He had on a bomber jacket and his hair pulled back. You caught the look of shock on Shikamaru’s face. You flushed more and looked at the time.

    “How I’m sorry I have to finish getting ready- I uh. Look come back here after the show- and I’ll introduce you to my bandmates.”

Everyone took turns hugging you before leaving. Shikamaru hung back to look at you.

    “What was that?”

    “I don’t know Shikamaru. I don’t know.”

He smirked and walked away for you to get ready. You were not going to think much about that interaction. Neji and you were just friends. That’s it nothing more, nothing less.

The show went off without a hitch. It was great. You haven’t felt this alive in years. You saw your friends out in the crowd. It’s been a long since you’ve done something like this, you never felt more alive in your moment. You danced and sang your heart out with Temari and Gaara. You worked the crowd. You caught Neji’s eye and sent him a wink just to see what happened and he flushed and continued nursing his drink.

You got backstage and rushed to your room to change. Then another moment passed while you calmed down a knock came. You opened the door to see Gaara. You smiled at him and invited him in.

    “Gaara you were amazing.”

    “You are too sweet. I wanted to run a different setlist by you for tomorrow before I left.”

Temari and Kankuro showed up too and the four of you were discussing what the next plan was.     “Uh (Y/N)?” asked Shikamaru.

You lit up and invited them in.

    “Guys these are my best friends I’ve told you about. Shikamaru and Temari meet. But Temari, Gaara, and Kankuro meet the leaf. Leaf met my band.”

One by one they all introduced themselves to one another and fell into quiet conversation with each other. You leaned on your makeup mirror and Neji jumped up on the counter with you and smiled.

    “You were great.”

    “Thank you.”

He smiled a soft, reserved smile for you and leaned against you. He asked you some basic questions and then he hit you with an unexpected conversation.

    “So you and Gaara have some really good um are you two well?”

    “No. God no. He’s gay as hell.”

Neji blushed and looked at the redhead. Who was engulfed in a conversation with Rock Lee. You smiled at him. Neji didn’t know what to say he just looked nervously at you. You didn’t need him to speak more, you knew why he was asking. You leaned your head on his shoulder, he tenses up a bit before relaxing with you. Hinta saw this and slapped Ino.

    “Finally!”

You both jumped and looked at each other before both of you flushed. You shrugged. You weren’t sure what was going on but you weren’t mad. You had a soft spot for Neji, always. Even when you were dating Koma. He kissed your shoulder and you laughed. Shikamaru smirked to himself. Everyone pretends not to see anything. Hinata was nearly vibrating in excitement for her cousin. He’s never shown interest so this was new for everyone. Neji has always had feelings for you, he always has even back when you were with your ex. And you two were going to figure that out. Everyone funneled out after an hour or so. Neji and you parted ways with a promise to talk more about whatever this will be when you get home but for now, you’ll settle for texting non-stop like you're in high school. And that made you happy.

You were packing up when your phone vibrated, you pulled it out to see two text messages. One from Neji and one from Shikamaru.

n. hyuuga

    I had a great night. I’ll have to come to more shows of yours. Thank you. <3

you

    be safe driving back please. i cant wait <3

s. nara

    im gonna date ur keyboard player

you

    pls no

s. nara

    ima date her harder now.

You groaned getting into your car beside Temari.

    “What?” she asked.

    “Just Shikamaru.”

She hummed, nodding crossing her legs. Kankuro was removing his makeup and looking at you too. Gaara fell asleep against the window.

    “I’m gonna date your best friend.”

You headbutted the steering wheel and she laughed at your reaction. You left grumbling you couldn’t believe this.

[flowerbeom]

Double Pepperoni | LJB

Part of The Pleasure Chest | A GOT7 Cringe Collaboration

Lim Jaebeom x Female!Reader Genre: College AU, Crackhead Comedy Smut Rating: Mature. So very mature. Warnings: Bad puns, Swearing & Explicit smut scenes. Word Count: 4k

Concept:  to: cassandra.l@unisk.edu.com hey cass, its me. your best friend. or what’s left of her. remember that kinda hot but kinda gross pizza delivery guy? the one with the nose ring and always smelt of cheetos? yeh, he’s looking less gross these days. what?! don’t judge me. desperate times call for desperate measures. it has been 154 days since i’ve had sex. shit’s dire here man.

A/N: If you lean into how bad this is purposefully meant to be, you’ll really enjoy it. 

All GIF credits for this series go to @defsenses.

Day 97 

📧 to: cassandra.l@unisk.edu.com hey cass!  yes my phone is still broken, and i have no idea when im going to get a new one cause im broke from visiting you in another goddamn country - so just suck it up and reply to my emails like the good best friend you are.  fuck i miss you already! why the hell did you have to be smart and shit and get into that international program and go to college in Seoul of all places!  do you know how far away that is?! 16 hours cassandra! 16 fucking hours on a plane with no leg room, subpar food and a middle aged balding man snoring next to you the entire time so you get no sleep on a 16 hour flight AWAY FROM YOUR BEST FRIEND.  it was really good to see you though, can you thank mrs kim again for me - you really struck gold with that housing sitch you got - especially your roommate! that fine ass college freshman you DID NOT allow me to fuck!  yeh yeh whatever, i get it - how the hell are you meant to look mrs kim in the eye again when your childhood best friend who you talked up to be an angel fucked her only son on the fold out couch. yes i get it, stop rolling your eyes at me.  either way, its still the dry season down here. miss you, love you. bye. 

It’s funny how jet lag after coming home from a holiday feels almost identical to a hangover; it’s a painful reminder that something that was quite enjoyable is over. The headache feels almost the same, along with the cotton mouth, hunger, dehydration and utter disappointment and resentful emptiness that the fun you were having is completely done - but only one makes you hurl your guts out at the smell of orange juice. Condolences to those who are unlucky enough to hurl in both instances. 

Either way, that’s where you found yourself - Thursday night, half unpacked suitcase lay in the middle of your living room, eyes bloodshot and staring blankly at the television; an all consuming headache pounding between your temples. Lucky for you, you knew a sure fire way to get rid of it without painkillers. Insert Mr. Pene Falso. No literally, insert it. You didn’t call your vibrator Fake Penis in Spanish not to insert it. And in case anyone hasn’t caught on yet, an orgasm legitimately helps get rid of a headache. Try it next time. 

As ever, positioning is important - preparation is key. Sweatpants pushed down to your ankles, one leg completely fished out. Sideways lean, cushion under one elbow, completely bare leg propped up onto the couch; allow for maximum spread when those pre-orgasm hip rolls start. Set Mr. Pene Falso on one, there is no need to go hard straight away - ease into the session, let the endorphins build. You have been deprived of a real penis for a while, so you know you’re eager; but a little self control will yield the most delicious of results. 

You will run the long race to Destination Stimulation and you will bite that bottom lip as your eyes roll back into their sockets as your long awaited, slow built, easy increase of settings on Mr. Pene Falso brings home the most delectable of orgams. It will not be a dry night, no sir. So lower that beautiful vibrating, bright pink silicone wand onto your clit-- 

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK 

Who the fuck..? Your eyes snapped to the front door, your hand clenched around your vibrator just millimetres away from your clit. A small loosening of your grip dropped the angle and the tip of your vibrator dipped against your clit, sending shockwaves through your body. A gravely moan escaped you; your focus immediately brought back to the task at hand. Literally. 

Ignore it, it’s probably no one important. That’s what you told yourself, shaking your head and leaning back against the couch once again. You licked your bottom lip at the enticing notion of self-induced euphoria. Spreading your legs further than before, you corrected your grip and pushed Mr. Pene Falso into you. Your head dropped back involuntarily, your teeth marked your bottom lip and those pre-orgasm hip rolls started slowly. It felt devine, finally some release; a little bit of pleasu--

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK 

“Who the fuck?!” 

“Pal’s Pizza!” 

Tossing Mr. Pene Falso aside, you yanked on your sweatpants, wiped the one bead of sweat off your brow and stampeded to your door. 

“You got the wrong house, buddy!” Ripping it open, your rage was greeted with a face you had not seen in a long time. Your eyes blew wide, as the eyes of the man before you narrowed; complimenting the smirk etching across his face. The ever familiar smell of cheetos, weed and pepperoni of years passed filled your nostrils and nostalgia wasn’t a word you wanted to use in that instance, but repressed memories were being dug up nevertheless. 

A few moments of stone-cold silence passed before a subtle hum started to invade your auditory peripherals. Leaving your eye-line, Mr. Pal’s Pizza leaned sideways, throwing his smirk into the apartment behind you and directly onto the bright pink silicone wand still vibrating on your couch. All colour drained from your obviously stiffened face. 

He scoffed. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt your alone time. Mind if I join you instead?” 

Day 106

📧 to: cassandra.l@unisk.edu.com hey cass did you know that there’s a woman in Georgia, who due to a rare disorder, experiences hundreds of orgasms a day? she’s just persistently aroused and will climax any time, anywhere - even in the most obscure of places. whereas I cannot even have one, in my own goddamn apartment.  because you will never guess who delivered a pizza to the wrong house last week. Crusty Jae. Yyu heard me. Fucking Lim Jaebeom from high school! Who by the way, still looks like a tryhard 2006 Skaterboi with his stupidly baggy jeans, Stussy t-shirt and bad haircut - or lack thereof who fucking knows.  AND he still smells like damp. No no, he doesn’t smell damp. He smells like damp. Like the idea of damp. but istg i could still cut myself on that jawline of his. and come to think of it, I haven’t had pizza in ages.  miss you. love you, bye. 

Day 114 

“Seriously dude, you need to stop ‘delivering pizza to the wrong house’. It’s getting pathetic.” You feigned irritation despite taking the box out of Jaebeom’s outstretched hand.

“Bruh, I am not. The guy’s next door never answered. So you--” He shook back his overgrown fringe and shifted all his weight back, angling his pelvis towards you. His eyes traipsed up and down your frame, saliva clearly pooling under his tongue. “-- get a free pizza delivered by this handsome mug.” 

You didn’t even try to bury the scoff that escaped you as Jaebeom dug two thumbs into his chest; a pungent smugness wafting from his stained Pal’s Pizza t-shirt. You practically laughed in his face. Yet he didn’t waver. 

“You’re still the same overconfident creep from highschool, Jae.” Jaebeom faked offense, a hand slapped on his heart - leaving a faint damp hand print. 

“And I still managed to nab all the ladies.” Sliding his tongue over his top teeth, he winked and you almost gagged. The fact that Crusty Jae, the school’s resident stoner, managed to have the highest body count by graduation is something that still baffled you. Something must have been seriously wrong with the girls who let that inside them. There were rumours of course, but you weren’t willing to explore any of them to prove if fact or not. 

Lifting the lid, you inhaled a glorious whiff of mozzarella and pepperoni but caught Jaebeom scratching his head from the corner of your eye; little flecks of dead skin floated to the ground and you couldn’t help but focus on the flakes of what looked like parmesan on the top of your pizza. Horror ensued, visible in the quiver in your voice. 

“You.. you don’t make the pizzas do you?” 

Jaebeom smirked, and ran a clammy hand through his greasy hair. 

“Nuh babe, I just deliver them.” He punctuated his statement with a wink and pucker of his lips. You were not comforted and turned away before he could see the grimace on your face. You dropped the pizza box onto your couch and fished a twenty-dollar-bill from your wallet and returned to the door to slap it into Jaebeom’s hand. 

“Nuh baby, it’s free.” He insisted with a stupid slanted grin. You shook your head, pushing the money harder into his hand and away from your door. 

“Keep the change.”

“Damn, thanks for the tip.” He smiled softly. Maybe he isn’t so much of a creep anymore. 

“Want a taste of mine?” 

You couldn’t have slammed the door in his face any harder.  

Day 129 

European. What about Lebanese? Kirby? No, too short. Continental? Way too long. But then again Kirby cucumbers have girth, and it’s not all about length. It’s how you use it. Would you go raw? Or would you wrap it? How sturdy are Kirby cucumbers? You’d obviously have to wash it first. Oh shit, could they poison you if it smooshes up while inside you? No, well you eat them so they can’t be too dangerous. How much lubrication would you need? 

“Little to none if you’re warmed up enough.” 

Cutting off your mental ramblings and ripping you back into reality, your head snapped towards the voice. Jaebeom’s voice. Of course it had to be Jaebeom. Why is he suddenly everywhere? 

“Excuse me, what?!” 

“Lubrication. You wouldn’t need any if you’re warmed up. Cucumbers just slide right in.” He said with total confidence as if speaking from absolute experience. If anything, the pompous smile was enough to tell you what he was saying was true. You tried to swallow and gasp at the same time, causing you to start choking in the grocery store. 

“Wh-wait-what, I was saying all of that out loud?!” You prayed it didn’t say all of it out loud. 

Are you really that delirious from lack of sex that your pathetically curious and completely comedic wonderings about cucumbers as dildos was said out loud in the grocery store?! Have you become that incapable of controlling yourself that you can’t even keep being a horny bitch on the inside?! Must you zone out in full stereo?! 

Jaebeom giggled. 

“Maybe. I heard from about ‘What about Lebanese?’.”

You froze, the hand gripping your shopping basket growing dangerously limp.

“So pretty much all of it.” Jaebeom laughed again and reached across you to pick up the thickest Kirby cucumber from the pile and dropped it into your basket. 

“Think of me.”

“What!?” 

His smirk thawed you completely, leaving you standing in a lukewarm puddle of distaste. “Later babe.” 

Seriously, you needed to find every girl who fucked him in highschool and just ask them “WHY?!” 

Day 147

📧 to: cassandra.l@unisk.edu.com hey cass he ran out of battery I have no spares I live in a wasteland of despair miss you love you bye

Day 165

ring-ring-ring

“Pal’s Pizza, can I take your order?” 

“Hey Jae, it’s me. The usual please.” 

“Stuffed Crust?” 

“No thanks.” 

“No probs. How about I stuff you?”

“Bye.” 

“See you in twenty minutes!” 

Day 167 

📧 to: cassandra.l@unisk.edu.com hey cass I think I’m living in a permanent fever dream today in my tech drawing class my professor told me if I lick the tip I’ll get better results so I asked him, if i let him lick my tip would I get extra credit? HE MEANT MY PENCIL CASSANDRA, HE MEANT TO LICK THE TIP OF MY PENCIL SO I GET THICKER LINES what the fuck is wrong with me?!  oh I know.  it has been 167 days since I’ve had sex ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY SEVEN DAYS and Mr Pene Falso still does not have new batteries.  miss you love you bye

Day 175

You had never felt more accomplished in your life. In one hand rested your brand new phone, shiny and in-built with all the things to keep your easily distracted brain entertained. No longer did you have to make calls from the decrepit pay phone outside your apartment building. No longer did you have to sit on buses and pretend to like reading. No, you were reunited with the technology of your generation and you were ecstatic. Full time college and part time employment didn’t always meet the needs of your demanding lifestyle, but you saved enough to finally get a brand new phone.

And in the other hand lay two beautiful AA batteries. You know perfectly well what they were for. You were equally as ecstatic. But for some reason there was one person you wanted to talk to about it. 

Your fingers dialed the number almost on their own; muscle memory taking over. It rang six times. 

“Hello?”

“CASS!” So excited to hear your best friend’s voice you tripped on the corner of your rug; your body colliding with the couch. 

“Holy shit, you finally got a phone. Took you long enough.” 

“Shut up, I’ve been busy.” Rubbing the part of your shoulder that managed to miss abundant cushioning on the couch and hit the tiny piece of wooden framework beneath it all. 

“Sure. Busy trying to get yourself off every chance you get.” 

The fingers trying to unscrew the bottom of your vibrator halted; your bottom lip folded between your teeth - a pout formed in your silence. 

“I--” Lost for words you resumed unscrewing the cap, placing one battery into each slot. 

“You’re probably gonna go masturbate after you get off this call.” 

The last battery dropped in with a clang, albeit muffled by Cass’s muffled laughter. 

“You know I’m messing with you right?”

“..Yes.” 

“Good. So how’s Crusty Jae?” She continued to laugh as you groaned.

“Dude, can you please explain how he managed to pull so much in high school?! Please! Am I the only one who doesn’t get it?!” Suddenly incredibly frustrated, you screwed on the vibrator cap with so much gusto that your grip accidentally turned it on; the abrupt buzzing ripping out a quiet yelp. 

“You know his nickname used to be Double Pepperoni.” You scoffed so hard, you felt it in your ribs. “Nuh apparently he was packing.”

“What? Like what, like he always had slices stuffed in his pockets?”

“No, like p-a-c-k-i-n-g.” 

“I highly doubt that flat-ass McGee is huge.” You smirked while Cass tried to stop herself from choking on laughter. “And even if he was, dude, I still don’t understand how that seemingly unhygienic mess can score so much.” 

“Bro, I don’t know either. But from all the girls I’ve ever talked to about him, they all say that whatever he did to seduce them or whatever - their reactions were purely carnal.” You made a pathetic noise, like a dying car horn to highlight your skepticism. “Like apparently, he would do something or they would see him do something and they’d just snap. Fuck him once, have a great time but then refuse to ever bring it up again. Except to me.. Cause after all, it was Crusty Jae.. But that’s beside the point.”

“They’d just ‘snap’?” 

“Yup. Like a fresh green bean.”

“Weird metaphor.” 

“But you got it.”

“Sadly. I’m going to go now.” 

“Happy Orgasm!” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Miss you.”

“Love you.”

“Bye!” 

From putting down one electronic device to picking up the other, you settled into the couch cushions with Mr Pene Falso in hand - recharged and ready to go. Yes, you were obviously going to prove your best friend painfully correct by getting off as soon as you hung up that call, but honestly - fuck it. You deserved it. 

Remember, preparation is key. Sweatpants pushed down your ankles, one leg completely bare. Hair pulled up into an overeager and messy as ever bun. Sideways lean. Mr Pene Falso, setting one. 

It’s not meant to be pretty, the faces you pull while masturbating. And the sounds one makes, equally as carnal. But who the fuck cares. You’re doing this for you. And as those pre-orgasm hip rolls get more and more intense as your clit is vibrated right down to Destination Stimulation, you moan in pleasure for you know you are finally getting what you’ve wanted for so lon-- 

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK 

“Hey it’s me!” Your head snapped so fast to the door it cracked every bone in your neck. 

“Jae!?” 

“Yeh, can I come in please?”

“Oh come on, what the fuck!?” Fury swallowed you whole, Mr Pene Falso slamming into the ground in a fit of rage. “What do you fucking want, Jaebeom?!” 

“Please, I need--” Jerking your pants back on, you charged at the door; ripping it open. 

“Need what?!”

“-- to use your bathroom.” Sheepish eyes met your own; blown wide and shaking. Jaebeom stood before you, pizza delivery bag hung loosely in his hand; completely soaked from head to toe. 

“Sorry, it’s fucking pouring outside and I delivered next door and I just want to dry off a little, that cool?” 

His usually loose shirt clung to his body, every inch of his torso outlined. His hair, normally shaggy and overgrown, was completely pushed back off his face; slick and saturated to show every carved line of his face. Was his eyes always this piercing? Or was it only because it was in context with the rest of his beautiful face? 

“So..?” Jaebeom reeled you back from your slow descent and you shook it off violently. 

“Uhh yeh, that-that way.” Throwing a thumb over your shoulder to show him the way, Jaebeom slinked past you; a marginal waft of damp weed followed behind. 

What has gotten into you? This is Crusty Jae we’re talking about here. You are not meant to find him attractive. Nothing about him is meant to be attractive. But there you were - standing in your hallway, dumbfounded as you watched Jaebeom take off his shirt and wring it into your sink. You tried to tear your eyes away from how broad his shoulders were, or how all the muscles around his waist tensed as he squeezed all the water out of his shirt. You couldn’t even fight off the shiver that crawled down your spine when you watched his triceps flex when he pushed his hair off his face. You swallowed hard when that shiver landed right between your legs. 

“Like apparently, he would do something or they would see him do something and they’d just snap.” 

He didn’t see you come up behind him but he felt the hand you placed in the middle of his back. Turning to face you, his eyes were as dark as yours were crazed.  

“Sup.” His cheeto breath didn’t deter you.  

“You’re a pal, right?” You swore you couldn’t sound any more desperate. 

“Says so on my shirt.” You couldn’t quite figure out if it was Chipotle or Flamin’ Hot cheetos. But it wasn’t the time or the place. You had needs. 

“Be a pal then.” Jaebeom quirked a lewd and curious brow. “Get me off.” 

The speed of which he had his hands under your arms and lifting you onto the benchtop was frighteningly fast. Your shirt was pulled hastily over your head and thrown aside, your pants were torn down your legs equally as fast. You had no time to question, no time to doubt - not when Jaebeom’s mouth was on yours, his tongue rolling over your teeth as if searching for hidden cheetos in your cheeks. But with the way his thumb circled over your clit through your underwear, you weren’t going to complain. Go on, fish for those cheetos baby. 

Through wet and messy kisses, your hands tracked down his chest; stopping at his belt buckle. Of course, you thought, it was one of those snap closure canvas belts - ridiculously too long and matched his ridiculously baggy jeans. Nevertheless, you snapped open the buckle, fished it out of the loops and his pants fell instantly to the ground. 

Jaebeom broke away from your mouth, leaning back to make room for his hands to pull off your underwear; just to have his lips crash back into yours the moment the lace garment hit the floor. 

“Conmg-do. Cone--. Con-” You mumbled against his mouth. Strong hands pushed against his chest; disappointed eyes flashed for a moment, before turning devious at the sight of your naked breasts. 

“Condom.” He nodded and you swung around to grab one from the medicine cabinet. Rounding back to face him, you saw his underwear was on the ground, his very erect penis greeting you fully. Double Pepperoni…  

He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth, slid the condom expertly onto his length and caged you against the mirror in one fluid movement. He waited, paused for effect if you will and you weren’t having any of it. One hand scratched into his hair, the other pulled on the chain around his neck.

“Oh, you want me to stuff you do you?” Said with total hubris. 

“Like cheesy crust.” Who have you become?! 

Jabeom’s heavy hands found themselves on your hips, pulling you down onto his dick. He filled you wholly, deliciously; throbbing against your walls so achingly good that you didn’t even care that you could feel crumbs of garlic bread that did not belong to you in your mouth. 

He pounded you roughly; each thrust making you bounce on your porcelain sink. His hair, still wet, dripped onto your shoulder and down your back as his teeth marked your neck. Your bathroom began to fill with lewd and erotic noises, squelches and squeaks of wet flesh against wet flesh and some against hard surfaces. 

Jaebeom snapped his hips harder and harder into you, moans tumbled from your mouth as the orgasm you have craved for finally rounded the horizon. He was merciless, relentless, completely determined to drive you home. 

You yanked harder on the fist full of hair in your hand, ripping a loud and gravely groan from Jaebeom. Not one to be upstaged, Jaebeom shoved his hand into your hair, tangling his fingers into your bun and pulling down to expose more of your neck to him. His pace had not slowed down at all. 

He marked your neck, sucking and biting on your flesh so gloriously that you began to mewl - high pitched and needy, and it’s what sent Jaebeom over the edge. His hips snapped harder, forcing his dick deep into you; hitting spots you had forgotten about completely. 

Different colours were flashing behind your eyelids and you were close, so close. 

And as Jaebeom neared climax, he tore his hand out of your hair. Though in his earlier fervour, got so much of it tangled around his fingers and stuck under his ring, that your whole body was torn sideways and off the bench. 

Landing on the floor, shocked eyes watched Jaebeom ejaculate all over your sink as your own orgasm retreated away; shrivelling up into dust and blown away in the wind - his hand still stuck in your hair. How the fuck, wasn’t he wearing a condom, you thought, only for you to reach down and find it stuck inside your vagina, half hanging out. There was literally nowhere lower you could go. This, this is rock bottom. 

“Haha, holy fuck. Sorry babe.” Jaebeom leaned down and carefully untangled his fingers out of your hair. Towels were passed around for hygiene purposes and you almost vomited when you saw cheeto crumbs wedged between Jaebeom’s butt-cheeks. 

You weren’t really sure what happened after. You think Jaebeom said something crass. Or maybe he said thank you. In a crass way. Either way, he eventually left and the two hour shower you took still didn’t make you feel clean. Especially not after finding a half-dried pearl of cum on your toothbrush. 

But there was one thing you knew for sure. You totally snapped. 

Day 0

📧 to: cassandra.l@unisk.edu.com hey cass in the interest of our friendship and for the purposes of full transparency it has been 1 day since ive had sex and we will never speak of it again

[hopelikethemoon]

First Steps (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]

Title: First Steps Rating: Explicit Length: 2500 Warnings: So much fluff and some smut (woman on top) Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in Februrary 1994.  Summary: Josie takes her first steps. 

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“It’s going to be so weird going to work without you,” You remarked as you brought your beer bottle to your lips, but you didn’t take a sip yet. “I’m sure if I could get you a job with the P.D. if you wanted to get back into the swing of things.” You added, taking a swig.

Javier’s jaw tensed and he shook his head, “I need a fucking break, baby.” He dragged his fingers through his hair, before rubbing at his cheek. “I was already in Colombia for a couple years before you got there.”

You knew it had taken a lot out of him. Hell, it had taken a lot out of you. But there was this weight on his shoulders that you weren’t entirely sure he’d be willing to let you carry some of its burden. 

It wasn’t an easy job. Tough decisions, bad decisions, too many mistakes. 

“Staying home with Josie is going to be good for you,” You scooted towards him on the sofa, resting your cheek against his shoulder. 

Javier shifted so he could wrap his arm around you, keeping his beer bottle perched on his thigh with his other hand. You watched the way he ran his thumb over the side of the bottle, the way he picked at the edge of the peeling label. 

There was still a part of your mind that hadn’t fully processed your departure from Colombia and the DEA. The trip to Texas — spending Christmas with his father — it had all felt like a holiday. But it was less of a vacation and more of a new beginning. This was home now. You didn’t have to live with the anxiety of your relationship anymore. You could just be. 

And now that Steve and Connie knew about your relationship, there was no one else you were keeping this secret from. Everyone that mattered knew. You and Javier were finally free to be happy. 

Josie squealed loudly, drawing your attention back to her as she chucked the baby doll that she’d been contentedly playing with across the floor. Javier snorted as she started scooting her butt across the floor to get to the discarded doll. 

“What a goober,” Javier remarked, shaking his head as he gave your shoulder a squeeze. “JoJo, are you playing fetch with yourself?”

Josie tilted her head as she looked towards both of you, babbling nonsensical things as she snatched up the doll and tossed it towards the sofa.

Again, she scooted herself on the floor towards the toy. 

“At least she’s happy about it.” You laughed, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as you stayed nestled against him. 

Josie squealed, slapping her palms against the floor before she held her hands out towards Javier. 

Javier pressed a kiss to your temple, unwinding his arm from around you as he sat his beer bottle aside. In the time it took for him to sit up, Josie had concocted a better plan for getting what she wanted. She grabbed onto the side of the coffee table with one hand and hauled herself up off the floor.

“Oh my God!” You nearly dropped your own beer bottle in your haste to get up. “Shit, where’s the camera?”

“Bedroom.” 

You ran down the hall, ducking into the bedroom to grab the camera off the dresser. You took off the cap, slinging the strap around your neck as you headed back into the family room.

Javier had her by her hands, helping her stand up in front of him on the sofa. “Baby, looking at her!” He grinned and you focused the camera on his smile as you started recording. 

“We should’ve known she’d start walking because we weren’t quick enough to give her attention.”

Javier laughed and Josie echoed his laughter with a little put-on chortle of her own. “I’m gonna let go of her hands.” He explained as you approached with the camera. 

You positioned yourself on the floor a few feet away from Josie. He released her, staying close as she teetered on her feet like she might fall over. Instead she took a step towards you, wobbling from side to side as she tested the action again.

Javier covered his face as he laughed and you couldn’t help but turn the camera back on him, capturing the look of sheer joy on his face. God, he was so happy. If only you could put a pin in this moment and revisit it again and again. 

Josie started to lose her footing and you quickly turned the camera back on her, catching her as she thumped onto the floor on her butt. Her eyes widened like she might start to cry, but Javier was quick to sweep her into his arms. You laughed as you watched him cradle her against his chest and shower her little face with kisses. 

“Someone’s a daddy’s girl.” You remarked as Javier tossed her into the air a little, earning him more squeals and giggles. She was beside herself with the attention and forgot all about being upset over falling over. 

Javier sat her back down on her feet, letting her clutch at his hands as she walked forward towards you. “Someone’s going to drive daddy crazy now that she’s walking.”

You laughed softly, “You’re going to be dying to get out of here in a week.” 

“Maybe.” Javier held his hand out to take the camera from you so you could trade off with him. You took ahold of Josie’s hands, guiding her across the family room. 

Javier turned the camera on you, “And who’s that gorgeous woman?” He questioned, “JoJo, is that your mommy?”

Josie babbled her response, an utterly ridiculous combination of sounds. 

“You know if she’s single?”

She lifted one foot and looked up at him curiously, but didn’t provide an answer. She was too busy trying to walk without your assistance. 

“Uh-oh.” You remarked, grinning at the camera. “What does silence mean?” You questioned, keeping one hand in Josie’s hold as you both moved towards Javier. 

She grabbed at his legs and you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “She’s happily taken.” You told him. “By a very handsome man.”

“Yeah?” He put the camera in your face again.

You rolled your eyes, pretending to push the camera away. 

“What’s his name?”

You bit down on your bottom lip, giving the camera a coy look. “Some fruit loop I picked up in Colombia.” You shrugged. “Javier Peña or something.”

“Damn and here I was thinking I had a shot.”

You snorted, “Maybe after our little walker goes to bed.”

Javier chuckled, peering the lense back at Josie. “Are you an official walker now, JoJo?”

“Mmmm!” She responded, slapping her little palm against his knee. 

You grinned at Javier, “We are officially the parents of a walker.”

The smile he offered you in return made your heart leap in your chest. 

 ——

 Javier was already in bed when you entered the bedroom after your shower, “You’re not asleep already, are you?” You questioned as you toweled off your hair and tossed it over the hamper to dry. 

“I’m awake,” He assured you as he sat up, taking his fingers through his hair. “I did fall asleep in the rocking chair with Josie.”

You laughed and shook your head as you peeled back the covers and joined him in bed. “You were crying weren’t you?”

“Is it that noticeable?” Javier made a face, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek as he met your eyes. 

You curled up beside him, reaching up to wipe a stray tear from his cheek. “This was the giveaway.” You whispered, before stealing a kiss. “I broke down in the shower.”

“Your eyes are red.” Javier curled his arm around you. “She’s already walking.”

“And she’ll be in high school by Friday.” You remarked with a mirthless smile. 

“I’m not ready for her to grow up.”

“Me neither.” You stroked his cheek, “At least I didn’t miss it. Shit, if she had done that while I was at work tomorrow…”

“I would’ve lied and waited until she did it in front of you.”

“Sweet, but you’re a terrible liar.” You ran a finger down the length of his nose, before tracing your thumb over his lips. 

Javier narrowed his eyes, “You think I’m a bad liar?”

“It’s all in the eyes,” You kissed him again, letting your lips linger against his. “Though, it’s sweet that you’d wait until I was there for it to be the first time.” 

“You sure you’re ready to go back to work?” He questioned, brushing his nose against yours.

“It’s only three days a week. One of us needs to make money.” You remarked with a sigh, “It’s still four days with you and Josie. Which was more than I had in Colombia.”

Javier tilted his head and kissed you, “It’s been nice. These past couple of weeks.” He cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb over the rise of your cheekbone. “Just the three of us.”

“It’s spoiled me.” You laughed, rubbing your hand down his chest. “I’m going to miss you tomorrow.”

“Maybe we’ll come visit you on your lunch break.” Javier suggested, covering your hand with his own. 

“Really?” You grinned. “I think the Captain said lunch is usually around one. I have a meeting with their narcotics team at two.”

“I’ll be there at ten til one.” He drew you in for another kiss and this time you let it linger, slowly moving your lips against his as you deepened it. 

A low groan rose up in the back of Javier’s throat as he sank his fingers into your hair, cradling the back of your head as he slanted his mouth against yours. His tongue swept out, dragging over your own, teasing the roof of your mouth. 

You trailed your foot up the length of his calf beneath the covers before you shifted to straddle him. Javier sat up, an arm curled around your waist to keep you pressed to him. You wrapped your legs around him, settling yourself against the hardening length of his cock — rocking against him. 

“Javi,” You breathed out as you broke the kiss, your fingers tugging at his hair. 

“Hmm?” Javier questioned, his hands sliding down your curves. “What is it, baby?”

You scraped your teeth over your bottom lip as you caught your breath, your eyes searching his. “Let me take the lead on this one, Javi.”

He nodded slightly, “Whatever you want.”

“I figured you’d be into that.” You quipped, pressing your palm to his chest and pushing him back onto the bed. You sat astride him, grinding your core against his cloth-covered cock as you pulled your tank top off of your head and tossed it aside. 

Javier groaned, his hands skimming up your stomach and waist, but not quite reaching your breasts. He was so good about not touching them, even though you knew he desperately wanted to. 

Javier Peña had always been a breast man. 

You leaned down, your wet hair falling into your face as you peppered kisses along his collarbone and down the center of his chest. You relished the feel of his warm hands as they trailed over your back, greedily touching wherever he could reach.

Sliding off of him, you quickly did away with your sleep pants and underwear, leaving them on the bed beside you as you moved back to straddle him. 

Javier couldn’t help himself, he tugged you back downwards so he could kiss you, curling his fingers around the back of your neck. You wiggled atop him, seeking friction as your slick core dragged against the fabric keeping you from his cock. 

“You should’ve showered with me,” You whispered, nipping at his bottom lip, pulling it back before releasing it as you sat up. “I had no luck taking the edge off alone.”

Rising up on your knees, you reached down between you and slid his boxers down his hips, letting his cock spring free. “Fuck.” You breathed out as you curled your fingers around him and pumped it along his straining length. 

Javier’s hands curled around your thighs, his gaze locked on yours as you rose up just enough to sink down onto his cock. You moaned as his cock pressed into you, filling you deliciously until you were sat astride him. 

“Baby, fuck. You feel so good.” He told you, rubbing his hands over your skin. “Fucking gorgeous.”

You smirked, “I feel fucking gorgeous riding you.” You pried his hands off your thighs, interlacing your fingers with his as you drew them towards his head, pressing them back against the mattress. 

His grip on your hands tightened as you started moving, rolling your hips as you built up a rhythm. “That’s it, baby. That’s it — fuck. Ride me just like that.”

Your nails bit into the backs of his hands as you moved atop him. It felt like heaven. And it was just the cure you’d needed to chase away the first day jitters that were plaguing you. It wasn’t like either of you could enjoy yourselves tomorrow morning. 

A flicker of pain crossed his features and you instantly released his right hand. You weren’t about to exasperate an old injury, just to enjoy the upper hand.

“Thank you.” Javier whispered as his hand moved to your thigh, brushing his thumb over the skin there. “Can I?”

You nodded, letting your eyelids flutter closed as Javier’s fingers found your clit. His thumb rubbed circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves, timed perfectly with every upward rock of his hips. 

Your release took you by surprise, a wave of pleasure washing through you, pooling hot and heavy in your core as you clenched around him. You’d didn’t stop — riding him through your release until you felt him tense beneath you.

“Baby.” Javier urged, his voice tight as your eyes snapped open. The look on his face made your heart flutter — pure unabashed desire and adoration, quickly replaced by his own moment of pleasure. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head as he came apart — his cock pulsing inside you as he spilled out his release. 

You kept rolling your hips, grinding down against him even as you sank forward against his chest. You let him wrap his arms around you, your own snaking beneath him, pressed between the mattress and him. 

“Is that how much you’re going to miss me tomorrow?”

You snorted, nuzzling at his throat. “Even more.” You told him, winding your fingers through his hair as you leaned up to kiss him. 

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writing max richman as jewish: a beginner’s guide

hey y’all! as a jewish person, i haven’t really seen much content in this small but still growing fandom we have that depicts max as jewish other than an offhand mention, and while that’s also essentially what we have in canon, i thought it would be nice for goyim (non jewish individuals) to know how to write him in accordance to judaism.

let’s begin!

a bit about denominations

there are multiple branches of judaism, just like christianity. the most notable branches include:

orthodox (traditional judaism, these are your people going by the old law and believe that old laws hold true and don’t change)

reform judaism (your people that believe that judaism Has to change and evolve with the times)

there are other branches such as conservative and reconstructionist that are kind of in the middle of these two, but reform and orthodox are definitely the largest and they’re essentially the furthest to each ‘side’ of judaism (conservative errs a bit more to the orthodox side, and reconstructionist to the reform side).

the creator of the show, austin winsberg, grew up a reform jew, so one could assume that max, too, is reform.

one more thing about denominations: messianic judaism is NOT a form of judaism. messianic judaism is both a way to forcibly convert jews to christianity and for goys to appropriate our culture by slapping jesus on our culture and holidays with little care or kindness. do NOT have max as a messianic jew, and remember that they are NOT actual jews.

a bit about holidays

hanukkah (also spelled chanukah) is not, contrary to popular belief by goyim, the largest and most important jewish holiday. basically, it is not jewish christmas, nothing is jewish christmas. hanukkah is actually a rather small holiday in the grand scheme of things. do NOT, however, make max celebrate christmas, no matter how small hanukkah actually is. he and zoey can have joint hanukkah & christmas celebrations if they want, but under no circumstances does he celebrate christmas.

the largest and most important jewish holidays are the high holidays, rosh hashanah and yom kippur . rosh hashanah is the jewish new year (judaism has a different calendar, at the time of writing this in july 2020 it’s 5780, but jewish people use the secular calendar. the jewish calendar is used mostly for ceremonial purposes, such as determining holidays, torah portions, and the like). yom kippur is the holiest day of the year, and it’s when jewish people atone for their sins in the old year and start fresh for the new year.

the high holidays fall usually in september, and last three days. most jewish people, even those who don’t usually go to temple, will go to temple for these holidays. a thing you’ll see jewish people doing on these holidays is tashlikh, where we symbolically cast away our sins by throwing bread crumbs or rice into a body of water, which is a thing max could mention doing. another thing is that yom kippur is a day with a 25 hour fast, usually spent almost entirely in temple (yes, the entire day). after the fast, there’s a huge feast.

every saturday is shabbat, which is technically jewish sabbath, but it takes place from sundown friday to sundown Saturday. while christians can use electricity and even work on the sabbath, there are a whole list of things that you are not supposed to do on shabbat that qualify as working (called the 39 melachot), including using electricity and cooking. however, some modern jews have made allowances for using cars to get to shabbat services, since many people do not live within walking distance of a temple.

max says that he goes to temple, but we can probably assume that he’s not the most hardcore practicing jew, and you do not have to say that he’s not doing anything on saturday because of shabbat. many jews do not observe shabbat due to practical reasons, because we live in a secular world, where once it was very easy to practice shabbat, it is not now. many events in america are scheduled on saturday for christians who go to church on sunday, so keep that in mind.

another jewish holiday, passover, has a tradition of a ritual feast, called a seder, max could specifically invite zoey to his family’s seder. for more info on seders & other jewish holidays you’d like me to talk on, send me an ask!

a word on stereotypes

there is no law saying that you cannot portray a jewish character as a stereotype. but that doesn’t mean you won’t hurt people by doing that, especially if it’s a particularly harmful stereotype.

if your jewish character is dirty rich and horribly greedy with money and has no redeeming traits, that is not okay. that doesn’t mean that your jewish character cannot be rich. the DIFFERENCE is that you need to not portray things in a harmful way. so that greedy jew could be rich, but it would mean a lot, if you are a goy writing a jew, not making the character greedy. if your character HAS to be greedy and HAS to be jewish, something is wrong.

you can give max a jewish mother as a goy if you don’t go too over the top with it (take pointers from jewish writers, im glad to help you with this, myself), but please don’t give him a JAP sister if you can help it. also, don’t describe any family members as having hooked noses or droopy eyes or, god forbid, horns, and don’t have them constantly saying mazel tov.

something you CAN do: go ahead and use oy vey, if you’d like. you may also say oy vey gevalt, which is an oy vey telling of impending doom, and oy vey ist mir, which is just the non-shortened version of oy vey. it is also a YIDDISH saying, not hebrew, please keep that in mind.

religious texts

the torah is NOT the same thing as the bible. the torah itself only includes the Old Testament, but the torah is not the only bit of religious text.

the jewish bible is known as the tanakh, and it has three parts: the pentateuch (torah), the prophets (nevi'im) and the writings (ketuvim). the torah is the most important piece, however, and torah portions are read at temple every saturday from a priceless torah scroll, usually very old and always very very sacred. the other most important piece of jewish religious texts is the talmud, which is basically a bunch of books interpreting and explaining the tanakh. we love our religious texts so much, that we even have a whole holiday celebrating our religious texts where we take the torah scrolls out of a special case and parade them around with pride.

in conclusion:

if you have Any questions, any questions at all on how to write max (or any other character) as jewish, feel free to dm me or shoot me an ask! i would love to answer your questions, and no question is stupid. this is just the beginner’s guide, judaism is very complex and very rich and honestly amazing, and i do love to talk about it.

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Don’t Come Looking (Part.3)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Labor, cursing, some good ol’ demons, Dean holding a baby (because that's a fucking warning)

Summary: After months of staying hidden and not seeing your family, You are finally reunited, but not in the way you exactly expected.

A/n: Im sorry it took me so long to get this out lovelies, writers block is no joke. I just hoped it lived up to all of your expectations. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated! SPN taglist is open.

Lonely.

If you could use one word to describe the last few months, that was it.

They had been the longest few months of your life. Every minute you weren’t near Dean, it felt like time moved slower. It was lonely moving around by yourself, (then again, you weren’t really alone.) the first few days after the boys had taken off, you stayed with Donna. After that, you took off yourself, ping ponging back and forth across the states, staying low and under the radar, making sure no monsters or demons caught your scent. You never stayed more than a month in one place. The risk of something catching up to you was too high.

Meanwhile, Dean was moving at the speed of a bullet train. When he wasn’t actively cutting off monster heads, he was nose deep in research, looking for the next case. Sometimes he was looking for a new case before he had finished the one he was working on. In the beginning, Sam tried to tell him to slow down- but it was no use. Eventually the younger Winchester gave in and offered his help. Cas wasn’t far behind after that.

Dean had made a promise to you, and he was going to keep it. He was going to do everything he could to make the world a safer place for a child. For his child.

*. *. *. *. *.

With a sigh you leaned back on the porch swing you were currently residing on, feet grazing the stained wood of the porch. The sun had just disappeared beyond the line of trees as a warm breeze tickled your skin. You were glad you were some place warm. You didn’t tend to do well in the cold.

The place you were currently calling home was a place from your childhood. . . More like from a summer from your childhood. You had only been here once, during Fourth of July when you were around twelve. It was a big farm house, nestled in the countryside of southern Georgia, complete with a massive wrap around porch and garden. It used to be a vacation home for your family. . . But that was a long time ago, back when they were all alive.

You would like to think that maybe in another timeline, in another life, you could have lived here, really lived here. One where you could have lived a calm life, free of monsters and blood and every holiday was celebrated and backyard barbecues happened year round.

Before you could fall deeper into your fantasy land, you phone rang, the cracked screen lighting up with Deans name. A smile spread across your face as you swiped to answer, holding the device to your ear.

“Y/n?” Deans voice crackled out of the speaker, gentle and soft.

“Hey, you. Was waiting for your weekly call.”

“Yeah, sorry for being a little late. I fell asleep at the library table.” He admitted, and you could only picture him rubbing the sleep off his face.

“Again? Dean, there’s this thing called getting a good nights rest, you should try it sometime.” You sighed, rubbing your temple as you looked down at your growing belly.

“I’m fi—“ there was a pause as Dean yawned into the speaker, only making you roll your eyes.

“Sure you are. Do me a favor and go to bed. Really don’t feel like hearing you snore into the phone.”

“Seriously, I’m all good. Enough talk about me. How are you?” He asked, his tone laced with a hint of worry. He always asked that, and he always sounded worried.

You paused, trying to think of the best answer to give him that wouldn’t have him worrying more, “I’m fine, apart from the fact that this child I’m carrying keeps kicking the shit out of me every morning at four.” You sighed, hand coming to rest on your belly.

“Oh, that sound like a lot of fun.” Dean chuckled, the sound making you smile.

“You know it.”

Your smile didn’t last long as your mind went through the past months. You felt so lonely, and Dean? Dean was missing so much. The first time the baby kicked, a massive smile covered your face, until you realized Dean had missed it. It was the same with the ultrasound.

“Y/n, you still there?” Deans voice, pulling you back once more.

That’s when you felt the first tears forming in your eyelids, “Yeah, yeah. Sorry, I just zoned out for a second.” You admitted, rubbing your temple.

“Hey, don’t apologize. It’s fine.” He spoke quickly, trying to assure you.

There was another pause from your end as you battled with your mind, trying to find words, “Dean?”

“Yeah?”

That’s when the dam broke, the words leaving your mouth in shallow sob, “I really miss you.” You choked, “And I’m really sorry for leaving. I’m such a fucking idiot.” feeling the tears finally escape your eyelids, you let out a sigh.

On the other end, Deans face fell, his eyes snapping shut as he hung his head in defeat, pressing the phone closer to his ear. “Hey, don’t say that, and like I said before; don’t apologize. You were doing what you believed to be right.” Hearing your shaky voice on the other end was breaking him. All he wanted was to be next to you, holding your hand.

“I should have just gone back to the bunker with you when you found me. If I had done that, you wouldn’t have missed out on all these little things.” You added, shifting in your seat so your elbows could rest in your knees. “But I think the real main reason why I didn’t go back was because I knew that if I stayed in the bunker, I would have wanted to still go on every hunt you and Sam could find. Hunting has been my life for as long as I can remember. Seeing you and your brother work cases would be the equivalent of taunting a dog with a piece of meat. Plus, nine months in the bunker would have driven me insane.” You admitted, waiting in silence for an answer from Dean.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

You let out another sigh, falling back into the porch swing, “To be honest, I didn’t really realize it until just now. I think I’m on Dean Winchester withdrawal.”

A small grin tugged on Deans lips as he rested his elbows on the table he was currently seated at, “oh, the the worst type of withdrawal. We should fix that.” He mused.

“Soon. I promise. And then your kind of stuck with me. . . and a baby.” You chuckled.

“Doesn’t sound so bad to me.”

Your smile grew as you took in the last few moments you had talking with Dean, “Goodnight, Dean.”

“Goodnight, y/n.”

*. *. *. *. *.

Three weeks later, you learned two things very quickly.

Very.

Quickly.

One, going into labor is not fun.

Two, it is especially not fun when you have to drive yourself to the nearest hospital while it’s happening.

The sun was beginning it’s decent as your car tore down the empty back roads, the nearest hospital plugged into your GPS. Of course you had to pick a place to lay low so far from a hospital while you were so close to your due date.

Terrible choice on your part.

The headlights from your car quickly illuminated the next sign, telling you that you were over halfway there.

Everything was fine. Everything was going to be just fine.

And then your phone rang, knocking your senses off even more. Quickly swiping, you brought it to your ear, unable to stop the deep breaths you were taking to get air into your lungs.

“Hey, what’s up?” You breathed, letting out a light yell as another contraction racked your body, your face tensing up in pain.

“Y/n? You alright?” Deans worried voice almost echoing through the vehicle as he quickly spit out the words.

Your grip on the steering wheel tightened as you tried to fight the pain, your foot pressing further down on the gas, “Yeah, so about that, funny story-“ you let out an airy chuckle, “I’m in labor.”

You could tell Dean was in the impala because you heard the squealing of tires as clear as day through the phones speaker, along with a muffled shout from Sam telling Dean to give him a warning next time.

“I’m sorry, your what?!” Deans voice cracking as he yelled.

You let out another strangled yell as another contraction hit, “in labor, yeah. Surprise.” You panted.

On the other end Dean was looking at his brother, the fear in his eyes becoming incredibly clear.

“Y/n, where are you?! And this time you better fucking tell me!”

“Uh, Fa-Fayetteville Georgia.” You stumbled, squinting at the next sign you passed. “I’m driving to the hospital now.”

“I’m sorry, you’re driving?!” Dean sputtered, eyes widening with each second, making Sam believe he was in the verge of a panic attack.

“Oh, I’m sorry, would you like me to pull over on the side of the road and deliver this baby myself?” You fired back, white knuckling the steering wheel as you did.

“Damn it, just get to the hospital. We’ll be there as soon as we can.” With that he ended the call, throwing his phone into Sam's lap.

Within seconds, Dean was yanking the wheel of the impala and making a sharp u-turn on the road they were on, making Sam's head collide with the window with a thunk. In another few seconds, Dean was climbing over the speed limit and shooting down the interstate.

The only thought in his mind was getting to you.

*. *. *. *. *.

After a lifetime of hunting, you had been thrown, punched, slapped, knocked out, stabbed, shot- the list could go on.

But labor made all those other things seem like a walk in the park.

Labor fucking sucked.

You couldn’t recall pulling up to the hospital, and you definitely didn’t remember the medics helping you inside.

One minute you were in your car, the next, you were propped up in a hospital bed, screaming bloody murder, which was mostly a long string of curse words. The contractions were awful, hitting you like a truck every few minutes, white hot pain taking hold of every limb in your body, coating you with a layer of sweat.

You knew no concept of time in those very long hours. The pain muting all other senses. You were almost surprised when the doctor began telling you to push.

Where was Dean?

Where was Dean?

Blinded and so preoccupied by the pain you completely failed to notice the flash of black eyes as one of the nurses passed by. . .

*. *. *. *. *.

With the speed the impala was going, Sam swore he could feel himself being pushed back into the leather of the seat. The car probably looked like a streak of lightning as Dean blasted through the south, hands white knuckling the steering wheel.

“Is she gonna be okay?” Dean whipped around to look at his brother, eyes glazed with fear and begging for reassurance.

“She gonna be fine, Dean. She’s the strongest person we know.” Sam nodded, giving him a small smile.

“okay, okay.” Dean mumbled to himself, nodding his head as he turned his attention back towards the road.

Long story short, Dean made what should have been a twenty three hour car ride into a clean twelve. He was surprised the wheels weren’t smoking as he gave one final tug to the steering wheel, the back end of the impala swinging as he pulled up to the front doors.

Sam barely had time to regain his bearings before Dean was yanking the keys out of the ignition and tossing them at Sam. Dean was oblivious to most of his surroundings as he threw open the drivers side door and vaulted out of the vehicle, slamming it shut behind him and rushing through the sliding glass doors, leaving Sam behind.

Jade eyes quickly locked on to the woman behind the front desk and Dean was running forward, placing his hands firmly on the counter.

“I’m looking- I’m looking for Y/n Y/l/n.”he panted, eyes desperate and still very much filled with fear.

The woman simply nodded, swiveling in her chair as her fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up your name and room number.

As each second ticked by, Dean grew more impatient, pacing back and forth until he was leaning over the counter, “Okay, is there maybe any way you could do this faster?” He shrugged lightly, still out of breath.

The woman looked up at him through her glasses, staring daggers into him before turning back to the screen, resuming her search.

“Dean Winchester?”

The sudden voice sent Dean spinning on the spot, eyes settling on the nurse walking down the hallway towards him, her hair pulled into a tight ponytail.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” He stepped forward, now ignoring the other woman behind the desk.

The nurse let out a light laugh, shaking her head as she tucked a clipboard under her arm, “No, but y/n was saying that a flannel clad man might burst through the doors.” She gave him a smile, motioning with her head to follow her back down the hall.

Deans eyes narrowed momentarily, not fully trusting the woman in front of him. He stayed close on her heels though, his mind taken up with thoughts of you.

It had been so long since he had last seen you. You and your big y/e/c eyes, and contagious smile. Every fiber in his being was itching to see you.

Pushing one of the buttons to the elevator, the nurse turned slightly to look at Dean, “you know, your wife is quite a badass.”

The hunter froze momentarily before stepping into the elevator, “Oh, uh- she’s not my-“

“Oh, well anyways, she’s quite the powerhouse. Never seen anyone like her.” She grinned.

For the first time in awhile, Dean smiled, even if it only was for a second, “Yeah, she’s one of a kind, easily the bravest person I have ever met.”

There was silence for a moment as the elevator shifted, And then the doors slid open, and Deans eyebrows knitted together in confusion, the uneasiness in his gut skyrocketing.

There was no way you were being held on this floor of the hospital. It looked like it was in the middle of a renovation, scaffolding and tools littering the area, the lights dull and flickering.

And the very strong scent of of sulfur.

As his hunter instincts kicked in, he whipped around, only for a solid figure to harshly slam into him, knocking him out of the elevator.

Dean stumbled, trying desperately to regain his balance on his feet as he patted himself down, hoping that Ruby’s knife was somewhere in his jacket. Thankfully his fingers wrapped around the blade and he was whirling around, weapon raised as the nurse advanced, eyes filling with an inky black.

“Come on, can I please just catch a break?” Dean sighed, flipping the knife as he stepped backwards, “kinda in a rush here.”

The demon smirked, swiping her leg out in front of her, knocking Him to the ground quickly, the knife sliding across the linoleum tiles and away from his hand.

He barely had time to move before she was straddling him, pinning him firmly to the floor, a wicked glint in her eyes.

“Okay, now this was too easy, I was hoping for a bit more of a fight.” She laughed, Dean struggling violently against her hold, making her grip tighten.

“Why are you here?” Dean hissed, his head lifting from the floor, eyes blazing as he stared up at his attacker.

“Why do you think? For your sweet baby girl of course.” She smiled, letting her nails dig into the flesh of Deans wrists as she felt him pause in his struggle, eyes ever so slightly glazing over in surprise. “Oh, you didn’t know? Oopsy. . . .”

“If you have touched either of them, I swear—“ Dean growled, only to be cut short by one of her hands slamming down over her mouth, rendering him silent.

“You’ll what? Kill me?” The demon raised an eyebrow, “because I don’t exactly see you getting out of this one, and once I’m done with you, I’m gonna take a trip down to y/ns room and do the same thing to her, and then I’ll take the little ankle biter.”

Dean felt his heartbeat thundering in his chest, his blood boiling as he clenched his jaw, still trying to fight desperately against the demons hold, “How did you even find her?”

“By pure accident actually.” She shrugged, “I was working a crossroad deal a town over a few weeks ago, when I caught a glimpse of your sweet little y/n. She was just going about her day, grocery shopping I think- “she smiled again, feeling Dean writhe under her, “been keeping an eye on her ever since, waiting for the right moment to strike-“she paused, eyes shifting to look at the clock on the wall, “Which should be soon, seeing as she’s been in labor for quite awhile now.”

That’s when the anger in Dean bubbled over quickly, and he was thrusting his head forward, slamming it into the demon chin and successfully sending her falling backwards, clutching at her face. The hunter rolled, hand fusing the blade once more before rushing forward and driving it into her chest.

“Think again, you black eyed bitch-“ Dean breathed, watching firmly as the demon sparked, only slumping to the floor when he yanked the blade back out.

At the same time, the elevator dinged, doors sliding open to reveal a very surprised and confused Sam. The younger Winchesters eyes falling from his brother to the corpse in front of him.

“What the hell happened?”

Wiping the blade over his jeans, Dean stepped over the body, handing the weapon over to his brother, “demon. How the hell did you find me?”

“Uh, I went to y/ns room briefly, saw that you weren’t there, thought something had happened,” Sam paused, eyes going back to the demon, “which clearly, it did-“

Upon hearing your name, Dean snapped back into focus, remembering why he was there in the first place, eyes widening as he drew in a breath, “Y/n, is she okay?”

“Yeah, from what I saw briefly-“ there was another pause as he read his brothers expression, shoulders relaxing, “Go. I’ll take care of this and meet you down there. The two of you have been apart for too long already. . . She’s on the third floor.”

Giving Sam one last look, along with the demon on the floor, Dean gave him a small nod, sucking in another breath before rushing into the elevator, and rapidly pressing against the proper button that would take him to you.

That elevator ride was the longest of his life, and he found himself pacing the interior until the doors rolled open once more, revealing a bustling hallway.

This time though, he kept his guard up, watching each set of eyes he passed until he found a nurse that he knew he could trust, quickly asking them where he could find you. They quickly pointed him down another hallway, and he was off again.

It felt like another lifetime had passed by the time his eyes fell on your room number, his breath catching in his throat as he froze in front of the threshold, the door already propped open.

He couldn’t help that his eyes began to glaze over with tears as he stood there, it had been months since he had last seen you, seen your smile, your eyes. So much had happened, and in all those months, it had felt so empty without you.

The lights in your room were turned down low, your back facing him as you laid slightly on your side, the much smaller form almost completely hidden by your own.

Dean didn’t know why he was frozen, why he was afraid to enter, but here he was.

“Are you just gonna stand in the doorway, or are you gonna come in?” You spoke softly, already knowing full well who was behind you.

Hesitantly, Dean stepped into the room, taking slow steps towards your bed, even though all he wanted to do was rush forward and pull you into a bone crushing hug.

And then his eyes finally found her, and Dean Winchester was a goner. Wrapped in a bundle of blankets and tucked gently against your chest was the cutest baby he had ever laid eyes on. He hadn’t even held her yet, and she already had him wrapped around her finger.

Tearing your own eyes away from the small human nestled against you, you locked on to a very familiar set of jade eyes, ones you hadn’t seen in a very long time, which only made another round of tears pool up behind your lids.

“Dean?”

The hunter let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding, giving you a relieved smile, “Hey, Sweetheart. You miss me?”

“You know I did.” You quickly nodded, letting tears trail over the bridge of your nose before turning your eyes back to the infant besides you, your index finger being grasped by the smallest hand you had ever seen. Shifting, you moved to cradle your daughter against your chest, “you wanna meet her?”

Dean found himself speechless again as he sidled you next to your bed, nodding. You gave him a soft smile as you once again shifted, allowing him to take the baby in his arms. In that moment, his heart instantly melted, shoulders relaxing as he let out a light chuckle, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. She was so small, so fragile- and he never wanted to let her go.

“Nice work, baby mama.” He chuckled again, eyes moving to meet yours.

“Thanks, but I can’t take all the credit,” you grinned, propping yourself up more on the bed as Dean sunk down to sit besides you, “she’s got your eyes, you know.”

“Then let’s hope she has your smile. . . “ Dean slowly fell silent for the millionth time, completely in awe at the small bundle cradled against his chest, “does she- does she have a name yet?”

Resting your chin against Deans shoulder, you glanced down at the small child in his arms. “I really like the name June.” You hummed, allowing her to latch on to your finger again, “but if you don’t like it, we can keep brainstorming.”

“No, no! It’s great, she’s great.” Dean smiled, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple.

“Almost like that Beatles song you hum all the time, the one your mom loved? Hey Jude.” You added, watching as Dean gave you a starry eyed look.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You drew your eyebrows together, pulling back in slight confusion.

“I really missed you.”

Your face fell at his words- you couldn’t help it. It just reminded you of how lonely the last few months had been, and you felt so ashamed. “I’m so sorry. I never should have left. It was a mistake. I was selfish, and because of that, you missed out on things you should have been there for.” You admitted, allowing yourself to sink back against the bed.

“Woah, hey, stop apologizing. You are not selfish, and sure, even though I missed out on some things, I’m here now- I’m not gonna miss anything else. . . You’re stuck with me, y/n.” And then he was leaning forward, as much as his position would allow, and sealing his lips against your own.

He had missed you. God, he had missed you so much. . . And you had missed him- probably even more.

The moment he pulled away, his eyes were back on June, almost missing the sad look on your face as you gazed back down at her.

“Hey, you alright?”

You shook your head, tracing the pad of your thumb lightly over her small cheek, “you know, I don’t know it was possible to love something this much, and to be honest. . .” You took a deep breath, “a part of it feels awful. All I want to do is protect her from the world, keep her tucked away so she’ll never be hurt. . . But that’s not possible, and that just breaks my heart.”

Dean felt his face fall as he listened to you. He understood what you were saying, he felt it in his gut. “Well, we can do our best.” He nodded, resting his head against yours, both set of eyes glued to June.

“Yeah, we can.”

Another pause.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t get here earlier, but trust me when I say I flew fifty over the speed limit almost the entire way.”

You let out a yawn, eyes blinking slowly as your tiredness only settled in more, “I’m not surprised at that, and it’s alright. Sure, it was the most painful thing I have ever experienced, and my voice is practically gone due to the amount of screaming and yelling I did,” you shrugged, falling back against the pillow, “but hey, I survived.”

“Well, you are a survivor, you probably made this all look like a walk in the park.”

You couldn’t help the chuckle that left your lips, “I wouldn’t say that, but thank you.”

There was a knock on the door, making both of your heads spin around, conversation falling silent, replaced with small smiles.

“Hey, Sam.”

“Y/n.” The other Winchester stepped into the room, striding up next to your bed, “sorry I didn’t say hi earlier, had to go find this idiot for you.” He smirked, slapping a hand over his brothers shoulder.

You and Dean both watched as Sam's eyes lit up at the sight of June, drawing in a small breath.

“That’s alright, and you are welcome to hold her if you want. . . That is if Dean is willing to hand her over.” You raised an eyebrow at the man perched next to you.

His face fell momentarily before he caved in, “fine.” Getting up from his spot, he rounded the bed, passing the small new-born over to his brother, taking extreme care as he did.

“You drop her, I drop kick you out the door.”

“I’m not gonna drop her, Dean. God, trust your brother at least a little.” Sam sighed, adjusting his arms as he looked down at June. “She definitely won the gene pool.” He smiled.

You didn’t have time to get in any words before Dean spoke up, “I know right?!” He exclaimed, nodding, “We have the most beautiful baby ever!” Extending a hand, he allowed you to high five him, his grin wide and happy.

This man, you swore-

“Sam, how many panic attacks did he have on the way here?” You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow as you tried to change the subject.

“Bold of you to assume he had multiple. It was more like one long ass panic attack. Pretty sure he broke the steering wheel with how hard he was gripping it.”

“Okay, that a bit of an exaggeration-“ Dean tried, “I was fine.”

Looking up from June, Sam raised both brows, “Dean, we both know that’s a lie.”

Dean pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, slowly nodding. He definitely had not been fine. He had been consumed with panic, and he would be lying if he said he hadn’t felt like throwing up a few times.

But he was here now, and that was all that mattered.

There was another wave of silence and then he was stepping forward again, motioning at his brother, “Okay, you’ve held her long enough. Give her back.”

You smiled, watching as Sam rolled his eyes, surrendering June back to Deans arms, his eyes lighting up the moment he was holding her again.

June already had Dean wrapped so tightly around her finger that it was almost hilarious. He deserved something good in this life, and this was it.

“Dean, you alright?” You slowly questioned, swearing you could see his eyes gloss over as he nodded, ever so slightly rocking June in his arms.

“Yeah, yeah, still just getting used to this and all.” He admitted, walking back over to you and finding his place once more on the bed.

You let out another yawn, trying desperately to rub the sleep from your eyes, catching Deans attention.

“You should get some sleep. You need it, and we arent going anywhere.” He promised, one of his hands reaching out to squeeze yours.

You wanted to fight him on it. You hadn’t seen him in months and the last thing you wanted right now was to close your eyes.

But you were so fucking tired.

You caved, nodding slowly, “I’m glad you came looking for me.” You mumbled, eyes slowly blinking shut.

“Always. I gotta protect my girls.” Deans smiled, eyes shifting between you and June, seeing you already asleep.

Never in a million years did Dean Winchester ever believe he would get anything like this. That he would be this lucky, yet here he was.

Dean rose from the bed once more, pressing his lips softly against June’s forehead, letting them linger for a moment as he lived in the moment. She was so small, and so breathtaking. He still couldn’t quite believe he had had a part in creating her. He was so used to destroying thing, that even the thought of creation alone left him speechless.

“You sure you’re alright?”

Dean almost jumped at the sound of his brother, momentarily forgetting that he was there.

Dean smiled again, feeling the infant grab onto his index finger. “Yeah. You still carrying that ring I told you to hold on to for me?” Eyes darting back to your sleeping form, heart swelling.

The End.

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[plasmavamp]

just. all of them. all of the ones you haven't answered yet. whatever the numbers are bc i cannot for the life of me keep track of which ones I've asked for already glfhsgslfksd

1, 6, 11, 16, 17, 18, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 30*cracks knuckles*

1. Who makes the first move and how?     Morgyn. And it’s only because both of them are so charged with...many emotions. After so, sooooo many years of not seeing each other, they’re practically strangers again. But they have questions to ask and answers to explain, and after spending a whole night just talking, Morgyn just pulls Caleb in a long, soft, heartbreaking kiss before leaving the conversation.

6. Who would they ask if they ever had a threesome?      Bold of you to assume Caleb would share.     jk @morgynnember eralens invited     im fucking joking but now its a crack ship ericka i swear to fucking GOD YOU MEME LOVING FUCK ILY LMAO

11. What do they hide from one another?      Well. It wasn’t so much as hiding from the other but more so as the other didn’t know. Morgyn ran away from their life at age 15, stumbled upon Aine and she took them under her wing, trained them proper magic and such, and over the span of 5 some years, Morgyn grew up a bit and went through transitioning and growing into the person they were meant to be, and not long after their 20/21 birthday, they learned (and then binded to) the immortality spell, a dark magic spell that rarely anyone knows.     Caleb, however, was turned into a vampire roughly a year after Morgyn disappeared.     So for 200 odd years, they didn’t even know the other was alive until [redacted] happens present day when they see each other for the first time in so long.

16. When the zombie apocalypse comes, how do they cope together?      They either bunker in the Realm because separate realm of worlds, they go hide out in Strangerville where actual bunkers are, or they take care of things themselves because like...they can lol. idk how to answer this??? lol

17. When they find a time machine, where do they go?     I highkey feel like...they’d impulse go back to the era “before things changed”; Morgyn specifically. I can see them wanting...to just see Rowan, in the flesh, and happy. Maybe convince her to not do anything crazy that would put the turmoil on everyone. Caleb would be there to convince present!Morgyn not to do anything to change the past because, it is what it is, and would they be where they are now? Truly 100% happy and safe from the dangers and alive and well, with friends and family, etc? If things were different, it would probably be worse. And now I’m sad.

18. When they fight, how do they make up?      OOF okie hm. If/When they have little bout of arguments of something, Morgyn is the stubborn loud angry but is quiet when sulking and fuming. They’d go hole up somewhere and try to calm down with some spells and magic and some reading, possibly. About an hour later they’d just...feel bad. And Caleb would know because telepathy, and after leaving them alone a moment, he’d find Morgyn and just sit with them and hug them close and tight and press smol kisses to their temple/forehead/hair and hug it out; Morgyn eventually softens up and climbs into his lap and just hugs him. Fighting is useless, tbh.

20. Where do they go on holiday?      Probably somewhere warm and sunny and has nice weather!! Caleb’s immune to sunlight so he’s cool with wherever Morgyn wants to go ^-^

21. Where do they get nervous about going with one another?     Hmmmmm I’m not sure 👀 (not sure how to answer lol)

22. Where does their first kiss happen?     On the rooftop space outside Morgyn’s window; refer to my answer to number 1. It’s emotional, a long lingering kiss, and it happens at the brink of sunrise while the dark starry sky brightens with the orange autumn sun rising at the horizon. Morgyn leaves to go back inside just before the sun breaks over the horizon.

23. Where is their favourite place to be together?     Literally anywhere the other is at, but mostly at home, being comfy. 

24. Where do they first have sex?     In Morgyn’s room heh

25. Why do they fight?     They don’t usually fight; sometimes they’ll have little spitspats over dumb shit then makeup afterward but I mean, relationships amirite. The only “fight” I can see them having is before they have the first serious catch-up talk (pre-first kiss) and it’s literally just anxiety and high strung emotions of what’s happened and suddenly seeing each other for the first time in over two hundred years. Caleb urges for answers and Morgyn snaps at him before telling him that they’ll talk later.

26. Why do they need to have a serious chat?     To catch up with things, answer questions, etc.

27. Why do their friends get annoyed with them?     I think their friends don’t get annoyed with them, they actually encourage the two to be cute and together because they’ve been so heavily depressed and sad and lonely for so long that them being together is like seeing a puzzle being completed.

28. Why do they get jealous?     Morgyn is, obviously, a gorgeous cutie. Caleb doesn’t get jealous when others look at the golden-haired cutie at his side but he does get a tiny bit possessive and does a lot of public displays of affection with Morgyn such as random from-behind hugs or cheek smooches, actual kisses by surprise, the cute hair smooch while walking and talking, you get the idea. Morgyn doesn’t get the whole jealousy feeling for Caleb when people notice how hot cute he is, though. But they do notice Caleb being lowkey clingy and they tbh don’t mind it.

30. Why does it work (or not work) between them?     They are soulmates. They are the twin flames, the red string of fate, the sun to the moon, etc. Polar opposites that fit so well together. While alone, they are lonely, broken, and incomplete. When together, they make the other glow and colorful and bright like nothing else could. They help each other when one is down, and they are, to be blunt, perfect for each other. It was by literal chance that Morgyn took the immortality spell to live forever to be with their niece eventually, and Caleb being turned into a vampire—and one day, their lives crossing again. They are the yin-yang, the light to the dark; I literally could go ON. 

[sanders-sanctuary-au]

eyyy its a 2 in one here we go

Name: Rose Arztin

Age: 19 (18 when arrived at the sanctuary)

Gender: Female

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Aroace

Looks: Blonde wavy hair down to shoulders, blue eyes, a lil pudgy

Height: a few millimeters short of 5 inches

Personality: Spunky and high-energy and slow to anger. She tries to always look on the bright side. The only thing that can hold her still are Doctor Who marathons.

Preferred clothing style: A mix between jeans and hoodies and brightly patterned dresses. (her favorite is one patterned with cassette tapes that swoops out when she spins in circles (i actually own one like this and its so cute!!!!!!!!))

Backstory:

Rose was born in captivity under another name. When she was 12 she was bought for a 13 year old girl named Laura Arztin in hopes that having a Tiny friend would cheer her up. A few weeks before, Laura was diagnosed with lung cancer and the hope was that a friend would give her the motivation to fight.

The two hit it off right away and grew to be very close. They adored each other and Rose went everywhere with Laura. They were close like sisters and the very best friends. One of their favorite things to do was have marathons of Doctor Who on the days Laura wasn’t in the hospital. Laura eventually beat the cancer and went into remission at 14. For three happy years the two were as close as ever, though the Rose was sad when Laura had to leave for school.

But when Laura was 17 and Rose 16, Laura got sick again. And this time she didn’t survive. The Tiny took on the name Rose in honor of Laura’s favorite character from DW. (She didn’t use Laura because that name was too painful for her at the time. So she went with the character Laura loved so much.) Rose was taken care of by Laura’s relatives for a while, no one wanting to give up the Tiny their family member adored with all her heart. But they couldn’t keep her forever due to financial issues and so, after doing some research, left her at the Sanders Sanctuary. (or one of its offshoots. im not picky lol)

Extras:

Has a set of pictures of herself and Laura cut from a reel of photo booth pictures that she keeps in her room

Has an intense squish on a close friend of hers named Simon

she always misses Laura. sometimes she has bad days where she just wants to hide away and mourn but they are getting less and less frequent as time goes by

Name: Simon

Age: 21 (20 at time of arrival)

Gender: Agender (ze/zir pronouns)

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Ze sure as hell doesnt know but “girls are ok i guess”

Looks: short black curly hair, brown eyes, stick thin but strong, has a scar on the left side of zir face that stretches from zir temple to zir chin

Height: a head taller than Rose

Personality: loves messing with people in small ways but is laid back and kinda lazy. but never ever EVER talk bad about Rose within earshot or ze’ll fuck you up good

Preferred clothing style: short shorts and hoodies. is it hot? thin hoodie. cold? put some mcfuckin leggings under them shorts. favorite outfit: bright yellow hoodie with a star pattern and jean shorts with purple striped leggings underneath. Ze is a fashion disaster and ze loves it.

Backstory:

No one fuckin knows. Ze just wandered up to the sanctuary one day and decided to stay. Ze believes the past should stay in the past and likes to live in the present.

Extra:

Anyone who asks about the scar on zir face gets a different ridiculous story. ex: “i once wrestled a squirrel for dominance. i lost” “i got in a knife fight with god behind a chilis” “i got abducted by mothman and had to fight my way out”

loves hugging Rose & adores how soft she is

can and will just pick Rose up and carry her away if shes getting too hyperactive

has a MASSIVE FUCKIN SQUISH on Rose. Like giant. Huge.

Is planning to ask her to be QPPs on the next big holiday

[ittookthelightforever]

Tell Me Why - Chapter 12 (smut)

Hi,

It took absolutely forever for this come but it’s here. It might be absolute shite, or not. I hope y’all like it!

Love, Lina

(chapter 1) – (chapter 2 - smut)  – (chapter 3 - TW) – (chapter 4) – (chapter 5) – (chapter 6) – (chapter 7) – (chapter 8) – (chapter 9 - TW) – (chapter 10) -- (chapter 11)

“Careful! If Alex catches you there, he will kill ME!” Charlie laughs, climbing down from the top of the ladder, “Calm down, Niall. I’m fine, tha’ holidays display is perfect now and I’m absoluteleh fine.” Niall’s face blanches and she turns to find Alex behind her, “Charlotte, weh’ve talked about this, love!” Charlie wraps her arms around his neck, getting as close as to him her bump would allow, “I just ‘ad to fix a tiny display fing.” Alex holds her by the waist, “Yeh are bloody pregnant, my love, yeh shouldn’t be climbing no ladders.”

Charlotte kisses him and Alex can’t resist, no matter how worried he gets, when Charlie is in his arms all is right again, “C’mon love, weh ‘ave to get goin’ or weh’ll miss our train.” Alex nods, completely wrapped around her finger, “Thank yeh for covering the store through Christmas, Niall. Are yeh sure yehr mum won’t come after meh for keeping ‘er son away from home on Christmas?” The blonde laughs nervously, folding the ladder, “No, I’m… I’m spending it with Phillip here in London.” Charlie smiles brightly, “I see now, yous two ‘ave fun then.” She winks, causing Niall to blush furiously, and then she looks down to her stomach, “You better not get aneh ideas, mister. You’ll bring your partner or whomever you want, but yeh’ll alwaehs spend Christmas wiv yehr mum and da.”

Alex shakes his head at the sight, but truly he couldn’t be happier. This was what he’d always wanted and if he had to be honest there were moments where his mind would drift off into a scary place where he didn’t feel like he could handle all of it, a marriage and a kid, so fast. Thankfully Charlie was always there to pull him out of his own head, quite literally sometimes, “Alexaaander, the train.” Charlie has a cocky smile on her lips, the knowing look that told him she knew exactly what had been happening in his brain.

“Take care of my first born, Ni! I believe in you!” The blond laughs, clutching a pile of books to his chest, as he watches Charlie wrap a scarf around Alex’s throat and while the rockstar picks up their suitcases, dragging them to the awaiting cab. It’s a true movie scene, Charlie with her long cheetah print scarf flowing in the wind, fretting over the bags positisions, and Alex laughing so carefree, his long coat’s flaps swaying as he winds his arms around Charlie and pulls her into a kiss, both giddy as their lips meet.

—//—//—//—//—

“Oi, wot yeh doing?” Alex interjects as Charlie removes her engagement ring, looping it in her necklace chain and tucking it inside her blouse for safekeeping, “Love, if weh want to keep the engagement a secret for a little while longer the ring won’t ‘elp at all.” After Charlie’s proposal Alex rushed to Tiffany’s with Miles and got her a proper ring, a classic round cut diamond with a smaller sapphire on either side that fit Charlie’s finger perfectly, “But yeh like the ring, reight? ‘Cause there were so maneh choices, a-and Miles ‘elped meh, but I can get anotha one…”

Charlie takes his hands in between hers, gripping them soothingly and pulling him against her, “Alex babeh, I love the ring, it’s perfect. I joost fink it’s best to not just show up to our parents and be like, ‘yo, weh’s engaged!’” Alex laughs at her attempt at street talk, smoothing down a strand of Charlie’s hair, “I love yeh, tha’ knows?” She nods and kisses his lips softly, relishing the feeling of his chapped lips against hers, “I love yeh too, now quit worrying about the ring, I’m in this for the long run regardless of aneh ring.” Alex grins at her, cheeks flushed either from emotion or from the cold wind blowing at the train station, “Meh beautiful Charleh.”

He leans in again, rubbing his cold nose against Charlie’s, who giggles at the feeling, “Oi love birds, yehr carriage is ‘ere.” Alex looks up to find Jamie leaning against his car, arms folded in front of his chest, and flips him off before kissing Charlie passionately. Charlie pulls away, giggling at Alex’s silly behaviour, “Ei, don’t piss meh favourite Cookie off like tha’.” Jamie meets them, taking one of the bags in his hand as Charlie envelops him in a tight hug, which he reciprocates with one arm, “ ‘ey Charleh, ‘ow you doin’?” Charlie smacks her lips against Jamie’s ruddy cheeks.

“Absoluteleh fantastic, Cookie!” Jamie shakes his head, giving Alex an one armed hug, “Wot did yeh give ‘er?” Alex’s eyes sparkled at the sight of Charlie’s giddiness as she walked towards Jamie’s car, “My ‘eart, mate.” The blond smiles and wraps an arm around his friend’s shoulders, leading him to the car. “Where are yeh two staying? Yehr mum, Al?” Charlie hadn’t made up with Emily yet where she would usually stay, she was hoping the Christmas spirit would soften Emily’s hard set stance on Alex.

“Meh nanna’s, Jamie. Weh, weh ‘ad a couple fings fixed so weh ‘ave our own place ‘ere.” Charlie turns to the back, taking him hand and blowing him a kiss, she knew how hard it was for Alex to come to terms with his grandma’s death and the fact that they would be making her house their home in Sheff filled them both with great joy, as it is a small homage to their time spent there with Nanna, “Look forward, love. No need to make yehrself sick.” Charlie follows his command, knowing better, “Ugh, I do love staring at your perfect face, Alexander.”

“ ‘as anyone mentioned yous two are realleh going all out wiv this relationship fing?” Charlie giggles, still holding Alex’s hand, “Gotta make up for lost time, Cookie.” The drive to Nanna’s house is a relatively short one, her cottage was located in the older part of High Green, farther from the center of Sheffield than their parents’ homes. “Yeh goin’ to Mal and Kelly’s parteh tonight, reight?” Charlie exits the car, taking a deep breath of the old country air, “Most definiteleh weh will. Al even got ‘imself a  sober driver to boot.” Alex pulls a guilty face, “Babeh, I told yeh… If yeh want I can stay sober wiv yeh.”

“Stop love, I’m just pulling yehr leg. ‘elp Jamie wiv the bags tho.” Alex promptly complies, taking his and Charlie’s suitcase off the guitarists’ hands, “Yeh’ve trained ‘im well.” Jamie chuckles and Charlie hugs him again, “Fanks for the ride, Cookie. See yeh tonight.” Alex takes the bags up the small flight of stairs, running back to say goodbye to Jamie. Charlie goes up the steps and opens her bag, trying to find the keys, “Al, do yeh remember where I put them keys?” Alex chuckles, pulling the keychain out of his pocket, “Yeh gave it to meh… For safekeeping.”

Alex kisses her temple and reaches out to unlock the door, but once the door is open they stand in front of the threshold, unable to move. Alex had hired someone to clean and fix minor things at the house in preparation for their holiday, but the sight of his grandma’s house still as it had always been and the knowledge that she wouldn’t be there, that was hard to move past. Charlie takes his free hand, entwining their fingers, “C’mon love, reight foot forward. She would’ve wanted us to make this as ‘appy a ‘ome as it was when she was ‘ere.” Alex nods, bring her hand up to his lips to kiss, “I’m so lucky to ‘ave yeh, meh love.” They take a step forward and Charlie smiles at him, “Indeed yeh are.”

--//--//--//--//--

Charlie wakes up from her nap to the sound of Alex singing in the shower. Taking the opportunity she takes off her t-shirt and underwear, tiptoeing to the bathroom and getting in the tiny shower with Alex, “Morning love.” He reaches up her neck, gripping her jaw gently under Charlie’s increasingly soaked hair, and pulls her against him in a deep kiss. His other hand finds her stomach easily, “ ‘ey there you.” Charlie giggles as he kneels down in front of her burgeoning belly, “Be careful, weh don’t need a shower accident.” Alex waves her off, pressing a sweet kiss to the stretched skin, “Mummy worries a lot, I fink it’s ‘cause she loves us… Or she joost likes to be a big know it all.”

“Oi, no talking about mummy like tha’.” She flicks him on the forehead playfully, “ ‘m sorreh, love. I’ll make it up to yeh.” Charlie begins to protest, but Alex shushes her with a single touch to her dripping core. “A-Alex…” He slowly backs her into the seat built into the wall, which had been an amazing addition made by Nanna, “Seat down, my love and let meh take care of yeh.” Charlie whimpers at his words, bending down to take a seat, “Yeh look so beautiful.” Alex looks up to her, breasts dripping small beads of water over her ever-growing belly, her face settled in a relaxed expression, half-lidded eyes still marked with sleep.

Alex settles himself between her legs, one hand on the crook of her leg as he bends to place his lips against hers. With a skillful tongue he oscillates between long deep strokes and pointed circles against her clit, “Ohh A-Alexander…” Charlie’s moans egg him on, encouraging him to go deeper, so he brings the tip of his finger to her entrance. The smallest pressure immediately elicits a string of moans and curses from Charlie’s lips, her hand coming to rest on top of his head, fingers gripping at his short hair, “Babeh, ‘ow come yeh taste so fooking good? It’s like yehr pussy got even more addictive.”

His words reverberate on Charlie’s core, causing a rush of wetness, “Oh yeah, all for meh. I’ll take care of yeh, babeh girl.” Alex dips one finger, then two, proceeding to pump in and out of her. Charlie’s toes curl and she holds herself against the wall, panting between moans of absolute pleasure. Sensing her imminent orgasm Alex dives in deep, “Cum for meh, babeh.” Fingers curling against her core, Charlie comes with a scream, not even attempting to hide her release. Alex gives her a couple minutes to come down, pulling his fingers out of her soaking core slowly and bringing them up to his, sucking the juices off, “Hmmm delicious.”

“Aleeex, hmmm can yeh not reight now?” Charlie is slouched against the wall, a hand resting on her bump as she tried to recover her breathing, “I’m sorreh, love.” Alex gets up and presses a kiss to her forehead, “I’ll let yeh shower in peace.”

--//--//--//--

“Where’d yeh get that dress, never seen it before…” Alex turns from the mirror where he’d been fixing the collar of his shirt to check out Charlie, who gives him a twirl in her red velvet gowl, “It’s new, meh little Christmas present to mehself. Yeh’ll never guess the designer… Wait, I fink I need ‘elp wiv meh shoes.” Alex sits down next to Charlie on the bed, taking her foot and strapping the black low heeled shoes, which had a diamante bow detail, “Will yeh make meh guess?” He motions for her to switch feet, “I don’t fink yeh deserve such torture… It’s this brand called The Vampire’s Wife, which was created by Susie Cave… Nick Cave’s wife, tha’ knows.”

“I ‘onestly wouldn’t ‘ave guessed, tha’.” Alex smoothes the strap of her shoe against her ankle, giving it a soft squeeze, “Do yeh fink I should become a fashion designer?” He chuckled, turning to kiss her temple and bringing her close against his chest, “Yeh can beh whatever yeh want. But I’d suggest yeh stick to books.” Charlie cuddles into his embrace, “Good, I agree. Weh’ll let Miles be your fashion designer spouse.” Alex chuckles and presses a kiss to the soft skin on the crook of her neck. “Let’s go, or Kelly is gonna kill us.”

The pair heads outside to the garage, “Are yeh sure yeh don’t mind driving back? Or I can stay sober.” Charlie shakes her head and opens the door to the Mini, “ ‘Course not, love. Plus, I miss driving this beast.” Alex climbs into his side, settling into his old car, “I can’t believe meh Nanna kept this… Do yeh remember when I first got it?” Charlie nods, blasting the hot a/c to counter the frigid December cold, “Oh do I, blissful times of not havin’ to brave public transportation wiv a famous individual.” Alex scoffs, “It weren’t tha’ bad.” Charlie rolls her eyes, “Yeh alreight.”

Less than half an hour later they reach Nick and Kelly’s home and are welcomed by the couple, as well as Jamie and Katie, for a small family dinner of noodles and lots of wine. Jokes were made and stories were retold, a whole blissful night of happy memories was made.

--//--//--//--

“Jameh…” The blond hums a positive response before taking a sip of his beer, “Were yeh ever… Scared? Of doing this…” Jamie turns to him with a puzzled look and Alex sighs, running his fingers through his short cropped hair, “The marriage… A Kid. ’m frightened out of me mind.” Jamie chuckles, shaking his head, “Course I were… But yeh figure fings out as yeh go.” Alex doesn’t seem satisfied with the answer, in his drunken state his mind was spinning hazily through all his frightful scenarios.

Luckily, Jamie had a PhD in getting Alex out of his own head and helping him work through his fears, “ ‘ey… Al, c’mere.” Alex scoots into Jamie’s side and the blonde wraps an arm around the small man’s shoulders, holding him close, “Al, yeh’ve nowt to worreh about… Yeh and Charleh ‘ave known each other since birth and yous are alreadeh practically married. As for the kid… Al, yeh are great wiv the kids, and as scarreh as it is, those little buggers are worth it. It takes one moment, at 4am, when yeh ‘avent slept in weeks, and yeh show up to pick up the screaming kid from the crib and he just smiles when he sees yeh… That makes everyfing worth it.”

“Jameh Cook yeh are quiteh the poet, huh…” Alex sniffles, hugging Jamie tight around the waste, “Shhh, don’t wunt anehone finking I’m a softeh. I’ve an image to maintain.” They laugh and Alex kisses his cheek, “I love yeh, Cookie. Dun’t know where I’d be wivout yeh.” Jamie pats him on the head affectuously, “I love yeh too, Al… Now go find Charleh, I’m sure she’ll love to see yeh like this.” They laugh, knowing Charlotte would be amused by this drunken and loving side of Alex, “Thank you, Cookie.” Alex smacks his lips against the blonde’s cheek one last time for good measure before traipsing away towards the party.

Alex finds Charlie talking to Katie a Kelly on the couch, so he kneels in front of her and props his chin on her knees, “ ‘ey…” Charlie smiles down at him, running her fingers through his hair, “Talking to meh or the bump, love?”  Alex looks up at her, his eyes shining bright at the sight of Charlotte, “Both… I love yeh so much, my Lottie…” The other girls sense the moment and take their leave, “Oh babeh, ‘ow much ‘ave you ‘ad to drink?” Alex hiccups in response, parting her tights to snuggle his face against the fabric of her dress, “Not mooch… Hmmm, this is so soft, almost as soft as yeh, love.” Charlie giggles as she has to hold back a full blown laughter as Alex tries to reach under her dress but struggles with the ruffled edge, “Alex, what are yeh doing?”

He refocuses his puppy eyes on her and the confused look gives way to a lopsided smile, “I love yeh so mooch, Lottie. Yeh and the babeh, I love yous so mooch.” Tears sprout at the corners of his eyes, blurring his sight, and Charlie reaches out to hold his face, caressing his cheek, “Oh darling… My love, weh also love you. I fink it’s time to go ‘ome.” Alex nods in agreement, burrowing his face into Charlie’s dress again, “Alex, love, can yeh get up?” Nick and Kelly walk in at the perfect moment, “Need sum ‘elp?” She smiles and nods to the bassist, who proceeds to bend down and gently help Alex to stand up.

“Hmmm, I’m tired, Nicky…” Alex yawns, scoring himself against Nick, who chuckles at Alex’s adorable drunkness, “Do yeh need any help to get home, love?” Charlie shakes her head, “Fanks Kel, we drove ‘ere.” Kelly smiles, caressing Charlie’s bump, “Be careful, the roads are iceh. Are yeh sure yeh don’t want to stay? We’ve plenty of room.” Charlie thanks her again, “I better take ‘im ‘ome, or ‘e’ll continue to grope Mal.” Alex had snuck his hand inside Nick’s jacket, hugging his bandmate around the waist, “Alexander, let’s go ‘ome?”

Alex raises his head from Nick’s shoulder, “ ‘ome?” Charlie giggles, taking his arm, “Yes, ‘ome. Now say bye to Nick and Kelly, fank ‘em for ‘aving us.” Alex pulls away from Nick, moving towards Charlie, he blinks a few times against the light, “Night, Malley and Bossy. I love yous. Fanks for everyfing.” The couple laugh, “Yeh’re welcome, Al. Weh love you too, be careful taking Charleh and the babeh ‘ome, alreight?”

Thankfully Alex wasnt drunk to the point of being unable to walk by himself, he’s just giggly as they walk to the car and get inside, “Did yeh ‘ave a nice time, love?” Alex’s answer is drowned by the sound of the engine as Charlie turns the key multiple times before it sticks, “Ugh, weh got to get a car for here, weh can’t keep using yehr old mini.” Alex spreads his arms over the dashboard defensively, “But Charleh…” Charlie laughs and takes his hand, placing it on her bump, “Weh need a famileh car, one where weh can fit a car seat so weh can take babeh and show ‘im our ‘ome.”

For one last time that night, Alex’s eyes are brimmed with tears as he kisses Charlie and the bump, his family.

[jack-kellys]

HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVE DAAAAAY!!!

here's a fic for the holidays that will make up for @suddenly-im-respecsable's and @papesdontsellthemselves's angst

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a snow party for the rest of our lives

words: 1800ish a bit more

warnings: cursing, nsfw jokes, its race guys

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“Can we open any?”

“No.”

“Pleeease?”

“Race, you are a grown-ass man and you still use that tone with me?”

Albert slumped forward as he felt Race drape himself across his back with a long sigh.

“Albie, how am I not supposed to think about presents for an entire day?” Race asked, fitting his chin in the crook of Albert’s shoulders.

“Well,” Albert considered, bringing Race’s arms around his stomach. “Know how it snowed last night?”

He felt Race nod, his gold curls tickling his neck.

“You know how a lot of people are away or inside, too?”

Race nodded again.

“Then do you wanna…have a snow party in Central Park?” Al smirked.

Race let out a long gasp at the prospect, making Al laugh. Exactly the reaction he wanted from Race.

“Uh how about abso-fuckin-lutely?” Race beamed. “Acting like we’re ten years old on Christmas Eve day is an immediate yes.”

Albert kissed Race’s temple, then hooked his hands under Race’s legs and hoisted him onto his back, making Race laugh—and Albert’s heart melt—and kiss the back of Albert’s neck as he carried them to their room. He dumped Race on their bed and went to his dresser, pulling out clothes for Race.

“I can pick my own shit, Al, what,” Race laughed.

“No, you can’t, cause you never put enough on, and I’m not letting you get frostbite,” Albert countered. Race shrugged in agreement, putting on what Albert picked as Al went to go get changed himself.

Soon enough, the two were both bundled up and ready to go. Albert couldn’t stop smiling at Race, with his soft blue scarf matching his eyes like that.

“You look adorable,” Albert said, rather shyly. Race blushed, leaning down the slightest amount to kiss Al’s forehead.

“So do you, beanie boy. Now let’s go!”

•••

Race practically pranced around the streets as it started to snow again, spinning whenever there was enough space on the sidewalk. Albert couldn’t stop smiling—Race had this special naivety about some things that made something in Albert’s chest bubble with happiness. He couldn’t imagine never feeling that way again.

“Albie, c’mon! We’re almost there,” Race grinned behind himself, practically skipping the last steps into the park.

“I know this was my own idea, but Jesus, man, you’re like, five,” Al huffed.

“No, I’m twenty-five and having a good fucking time! You should try it,” Race said with a cheeky smile, making Albert roll his eyes.

They walked a few steps inside, taking in the trees laced with white, the air filled with the silent beauty of snow.

“I forgot how amazing it was this time of year,” Race breathed, a serene expression on his already pale face, eyelashes adorned with snowflakes.

Albert’s eyes were only on Race, watching his excitement with a full heart. He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, really amazing…” he said softly.

And just like that, the moment was over, Race looking at Albert with mischief in his eyes. “Do you wanna build a-“

“Yes, but no singing that or I’ll literally punch you so hard you’ll miss Christmas,” Albert said with a straight face, zipping up his pockets so nothing would come out of them. Race gave a singular nod in return, his lips pressed together before laughing. He knelt down to the snow, packing a small snowball and then rolling it to accumulate its size.

“You do the bottom one. I ain’t into that heavy shit,” Race said, presumably working on the middle.

“Yes you are. You’re only like thirty pounds behind me on the bench press,” Albert deadpanned, starting on the bottom anyway.

“Shush, babe.”

They continued their snowman, laughing as their proportions were way off.

“Oh, no,” Race gasped, “we don’t have anything to put on him!”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” Albert said, dejectedly taking his beanie off and placing it on the snowman. Race removed his scarf in solidarity, wrapping it carefully around their creation.

“Our son’s all grown up. He’s come so far from just being the bottom,” Albert said, wiping a fake tear away.

Race smirked. “So have you,” he snickered, making Albert’s jaw drop before his face went red.

“The worst part,” Albert growled, “is how fucking good that was.”

“Haha, that’s what I say whenever you to—“

Race didn't get to finish his dirty sentence because Albert tackled him into the snow after screaming “you little shit!”

Albert leaned over Race, Race’s eyes scrunched closed. He blinked one open.

“‘The worst part,’” he mocked, “‘is how fucking good this is.’”

Albert was in a state of shock. “I literally—oh my god, we’re not gonna fuck in Central Park,” he groaned.

“Yeah, but I’m on fire today, ain’t I?” Race smirked. Albert slowly returned it, an idea forming in his head.

“Fire, huh?” he said, gathering some snow in his hand. “Better cool you off then.” Then, he dropped it directly on Race’s face without any sign of emotion.

Race immediately shrieked, swiping it off of him as Albert burst out laughing, only to earn him a wad of snow in his face as well, his nose quickly feeling like it was going to freeze and fall off his face. Albert scrambled off of Race a good distance, packing a snowball and chucking it at where Race still lay. It broke apart on Race’s stomach, making the other boy sit up with a furious expression. Albert nervously started making another one. Race’s wrath was quite terrifying. His own would be, too, if he didn’t show it so often. Race’s was almost secret. Albert scootched himself backwards, throwing another one at Race. He dodged it, now coming towards Albert, who froze mid-backward crabwalk, resting on his arms as he watched Race storm towards him, snow whipping around his icy eyes. Al stared at his stomach as Race put his boot on it, pushing Albert into the ground with a small “ouff.”

Race leaned down. “This is so nostalgic. Just like old times, if ya catch my drift.”

Albert rolled his eyes. “There is no way you ain’t happy when I top,” he said, resting his hands behind his head with a sly smile.

“You cocky bastard,” Race shook his head, taking his foot off of Albert, who took it as an invitation to sit up. “Nope,” Race said simply, kneeling and pushing him back down, meeting his lips with his own.

Albert wanted to resist it. He really did. He was cold, and in the snow, and his face was still wet from the snow Race had pressed into it.

But he kissed back anyway, hands coming away from his head and moving to Race’s cheeks, immediately feeling warmer. Albert felt Race’s hand sneak up his side, and rushed to meet it with his own before it could reach his pocket.

“Race,” he muttered around Race’s mouth, “I already said we cannot fuck in Central Park.”

“Not my fault you get hot in the wrong scenarios,” Race hummed.

Albert thought back to Thanksgiving at Katherine’s house. Whoops.

“Well, it is a little your fault,” Al shrugged, pulling his lips away from Race’s.

“Not my fault you can’t resist meeeee—“

Albert sat up and heaved Race over his shoulder, then stood, grabbing their belongings from their snowman.

“Fuck you, man,” Race said, banging Albert’s back with his fist.

“Yeah, y’ clearly wanted to, which is why we’re getting a coffee break. Cause of your bad behavior,” Al retorted. Race kept whining as Albert took them to a nearby Starbucks.

Finally they were settled with their respective drinks, Albert blowing on his hot chocolate while Race sipped his white chocolate mocha, Al rolling his eyes.

“Ain’t that practically just warm milk?” he scoffed.

“Ain’t yours?” Race retorted.

“Fuck off.”

They ended up talking until it was dark, which was no big surprise. They always found something to talk about.

“Shit! We have to go skating!” Al said suddenly, standing up.

Race followed suit. “Have to?” He cocked his head.

“Yes,” was all Albert said, offering his hand to Race as they threw out their cups and left.

“Alright, well, we going back to the park or try Rockefeller?” Race asked, Albert thanking the heavens he had dropped his inquiry.

“I was thinking back to the park. Not as many people,” he shrugged.

“Sounds good!” Race smiled, swinging their hands.

They made it back to the park, finding the rink all set up with lights The ice glowed against the dark, making Albert smile.

“Haven’t been skating in a while, have we?” Albert murmured. “Kinda wild, considering….the entirety of high school.”

“Let’s make up for it then. You go really fast the whole time using your hockey skills and I will only spin the whole time,” Race said, effectively making Albert laugh.

The moment they got on the ice, though, it was like someone hit a switch.

They started out slowly, holding hands and gliding along, but quietly. The earlier jokes and name calling was gone. Albert felt like they were the only two people in the ice, like it was a performance—a dance between them, everyone else only watching, not skating along. Race turned inward, resting his hands on Albert’s shoulders and skating backwards as Albert placed his hands on Race’s hips. Race was smiling, a small but sentimental quirk of his lips that sent Albert’s heart reeling.

“You look really perfect, Tonio,” he breathed, blushing slightly.

Race’s smile widened. “So do you, Albie.” He pressed a soft kiss to Albert’s lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Sunshine.”

Soon enough, their time was done, and they had to get off the ice for the next group.

“That was so perfect, babe,” Race beamed. “Best Christmas Eve ever!” He unlaced the skates quickly, putting his boots back on and standing up. “But I am so ready for blankets, holy shit.”

Albert grinned, his heart hammering in his chest as he stood up as well. “Me too. Let’s go home.”

They walked through the park again, the path still snowy, Race rambling about how much fun he had today, but Albert stopped walking.

“Oh my god, Al, and then we—Al?” he stopped to, turning around. He gasped, his hands over his mouth. “Oh my god…”

Albert was kneeling, a knee in the cold snow, and pulled a black box out of his now unzipped coat pocket.

“Hey,” he said.

“H-hey,” Race laughed, gesturing for Albert to continue. Albert took a shaky breath.

“You know that I’ve loved you since we were fifteen. You even called me out on it, scaring the shit out of me until you kissed me. And then I knew it’d be fine, y’know? Cause you were by best friend. You are my best friend. And I know it’ll be fine—well, more than fine, the best, actually—if I could spend the rest of my life with you. I want to so bad, Antonio. I can’t spend my life without my best friend. So...Sunshine, w-will you marry me?”

He swiped at his own tears as he looked at Race’s face, tears streaming from his as well. Race nodded, coming down to where Albert was kneeling.

“Yes, oh my fucking god, a thousand times yes!” he cried, throwing his arms around Al, enveloping his lips in a passionate kiss. Albert kissed back, arms tight around Race's back as they crashed backward into the snow. They laid there for a moment, giggling and crying, until Race asked, "wait, shit what's the ring look like?" Albert laughed, sitting them up and actually opening the box. Inside was a silver band with tiny yellow gems circling in the middle.

"Yellow?" Race smiled. Albert blushed, looking shy.

"You're my sunshine, babe."

Race hugged him tighter. "Jesus fuck, I love you so much!"

They walked home arm and arm, a new accessory on Race's finger.

[hopelikethemoon]

Reunion Part 2 (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Reunion (Part 2) Rating: PG-13 Length: 1400 Warnings: None Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set December 24th 1998. Part 2 of yesterday’s update. And a shorty, because I was working on my room all day. Unbeta’d because we ride like warriors.  Summary: Mitch and co. enjoy dinner with Reader and her family

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The afternoon had gone smoothly. Catching up with Mitch had proven easier than you had expected it to go. He was an easy going guy, but you had still been nervous about revisiting those parts of your past. 

You and Connie helped Chucho with dinner, which proved to be a bit of a smorgasbord of different side dishes and choices. Proof of the blended nature of your families. 

“What is it that you do, Monica?” Darla questioned as she primly forked up a bite of the brussel sprouts that Connie had brought. 

“Well, I’m a student right now.” Monica answered, wiping at her mouth. “I graduate in May.”

“Oh, that’s right.” She nodded. “Have you decided what you plan on pursuing after graduation?”

“I’m considering law school.”

“She’s incredibly smart,” You boasted. “She’s got the drive, passion, and intellect to really go places.”

Javier was quick to add on after you, “She’s top of the class. She puts a hundred and twenty into every project.”

Monica rubbed at her cheeks, “Guys, come on. You’re going to make me turn into a puddle.”

Nadia nudged her, “She’s brilliant and humble. A winning combination.”

“And what are you studying?” Mitch questioned. 

“Already graduated.” Nadia explained, “I’m working at NASA. My internship transitioned into a full time job.”

“NASA?” Mitch pursed his lips approvingly. “That’s pretty impressive.”

“I’m gonna go to space!” Josie announced, shoving a piece of bread into her mouth. 

“Please don’t choke.” You chastised her gently, “I thought you were going to wrangle dinosaurs.”

“In space.” She said as she chewed.

“Mouth closed.” Javier tapped her arm to get her attention before giving her a stern look. “Manners.”

She stuck her tongue out.

Mitch laughed, “Someone’s a spitfire.”

“We have our hands full,” You shook your head, taking a swig of your beer. “And someone is going to go to bed without dessert.” You warned Josie.

“So, Tate,” Javier cleared his throat and took a swig of beer. “Still in college or thrust into the job field?”

“Fortunately, I’m done with college.” Tate offered. “I recently got hired at a big architectural firm in the city. Mostly working as a consultant on a few rehabs downtown.”

Javier nodded with interest, “I had a friend in college who went on to become a pretty successful architect. Designed a bunch of the Holiday Inns in Texas.”

“That’s a sweet gig if you can land it,” Tate agreed. “Architecture sort of fell into my lap.”

Darla coughed politely, “Tate had initially attended Syracuse.”

“That’s a big party school, isn’t it?” Nadia questioned and the face Tate made in response was answer enough. 

“We got him transferred back home sophomore year. Temple.” Darla shrugged. “The head of the architecture program’s wife is a dear friend of mine. We serve on the DAR board together. She put in a good word for Tate.”

“Fortunately,” Tate shifted in his seat nervously. “I enjoy it. I always loved building tracks and Lego models.” He shrugged. “So, uh… what do you both teach?”

“I’m not teaching yet,” You answered, as you watched Mitch converse with Chucho to his left. “But it’ll be an elective in the criminology course at UM.”

“They’ve got me teaching a handful of courses,” Javier explained. “The thing people fail to recognize is just how much government overreach and bureaucratic bull you have to put up with if you wanna go into a field like the DEA.”

Steve leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “It’s not for the faint of heart. I just got out myself. Starting up my own consulting business.” He shrugged. “The government doesn’t care about the people affected by the narcos. Just look at what the US did to Mexico.”

You watched Javier then, searching his expression for any signs of discomfort. You knew he despised bringing up Colombia — but these last few months had made it impossible. 

“Is Santa in Mexico?” Josie questioned.

Chucho clicked his tongue against his teeth, “I bet he is. You gonna be good the rest of the night so I don’t have to tell him to fly by?”

“I’m a good girl.”

“I know you are.” Chucho winked at her. “But you’ve gotta be good right up until the moment he shows up… and then for a whole year after he’s gone!”

“Is Sofía going to be on the good list?” She looked at her sister then. “Sissy cries a lot.”

Javier leaned over and kissed the top of her head, “I have it on good authority that both of you are on the good list. Right alongside Emily and Olivia.”

Monica dropped her voice, “I heard that even Nadia was on the good list.”

“Speaking of the good list,” Nadia gave Monica a look, “My momma’s going to be expecting us soon.”

“Oh? Are you still going?”

“Yeah,” Nadia shrugged. “She’s still a little iffy with the whole girlfriend thing, but I think she’s coming around.”

“I’m glad. Still coming over tomorrow afternoon?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Monica beamed, clearing off their dishes. “Mitch, Darla, Tate — I’ll see you tomorrow. It was a pleasure to meet you.” She looked to Chucho then. “Still need a ride to the hotel?”

“Stephen here offered to give me a ride.”

“Drive safe and have fun.” You called out as they got ready to leave. “See you in the morning.”

“You two have been awfully chatty down there,” Javier pointed out as he gestured between Chucho and Mitch. “Should I be afraid?”

You chuckled, “I wasn’t going to say anything, but… What horror stories are you telling?”

Mitch gave a good natured laugh, “We’re just commiserating on how good it is to see you both happy.”

You smiled warmly, “It’s hard to believe we’ve spent seven Christmases together.”

“More if you count the years prior,” Steve pointed out. 

“Yeah, but you were always trying to pair me off with someone.” You made a face. “Mitch, can you believe these two tried to pair me off with doctors.”

Mitch laughed, “She hated the hospital.”

“I got chickenpox.” You grimaced. “No sixteen year old should have the chickenpox.”

“Well, how was I supposed to know you were in love with Javier?”

You shrugged, “It all worked out in the end.” You reached around Josie to rest your hand on Javier’s shoulder. “Can you get dessert ready, while I get Sofía down?”

“Of course, baby.” Javier nodded, scooting his chair back. 

“I’ll help,” Mitch offered. 

“He’s not bad around the kitchen.” Darla assured you. 

You scooted your chair back and grabbed Sofía out of her high chair, hauling her back to the nursery. 

Sofía was quick to fall asleep, clearly worn out after an afternoon of entertaining everyone. Josie would be quick behind her — you doubted she’d make it past dessert. 

And the sooner they both went to sleep, the sooner you and Javier could put out the gifts from Santa; and drink down the milk and eat the cookies she would leave out for him too. 

Christmas was fun as a parent. 

 ——

 “The bells have been put on Josie’s door, we’ll know if she tries to escape.” Javier told you as he quietly shut the bedroom door behind him and moved to join you in bed.

You rolled over to face him, reaching out to run your hand down his arm. “Do you think she’ll like the bike?”

“She’s been dying for one.” Javier smiled, “Santa did good.” He shifted closer to you, until his lips were mere inches from yours. “What did you get me for Christmas?”

You brushed your nose against his, “You’ll have to be a good boy and wait until the morning,” You teased as you traced your fingers over his cheek. 

“I don’t know if I’ve been good.” He retorted with a smirk as he curled his hand around your hip. 

You cupped his cheek and kissed him. “You were great today. It went so well.”

“That was all you, baby.”

“It was everyone.” You kissed him softly again. “What did you think of Mitch?”

“He’s a hell of a guy. Down to earth despite…” He made a face. “Darla’s loaded, isn’t she?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I mean, our dad was middle class. But Darla is a whole different league.”

“Did you enjoy today!”

“It was so weird to see them again,” You chewed on your bottom lip. “I think I’m going to keep in contact with them.”

“They seem like good people.”

“And I want the girls to know their aunt and uncle. Aside from Steve and Connie. I want them to have a family… a big happy family.”

“I could get used to spending Christmas like this. A full house… a full belly.”

You poked him in the gut, “That's all your pops. He cooks the best holiday dinners.”

“Yeah, he was always good about making the holidays special. You know, we always had these big extended family get togethers around the holidays.” He shrugged. 

“They’re overwhelming, but they’re fun.” You stretched your legs, reaching one over to slot in between his. “Thank you.”

“What for?”

“Being mine.”

Javier missed your forehead. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

You smiled to yourself, remembering the first time he said that to you. 

That photo album had long been filled with photos of the two of you and the family you’d made together. 

[rileygoldsteins]

i’ve literally copy and pasted my app and that’s the best i can do RN!!! pls skip to the second section if you just want to get her personality + feel with judaism ( though, there’s a lot of that in the bio too ) but !!! i’ve love to plot even though riley can def be a muse who your muse hasn’t talked to because she is pretty to herself and antisocial so if you’d like to go with that let me know!! IM JINX i also play rose!!!

❝ In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.❞ Riley Goldstein, Margaret Qualley, Almost Eighteen ( Virgo Queen! ), Seventh Year, Hufflepuff, Cis-Female, Halfblood, She/Her

PINTREST: [ x ]

BIOGRAPHY:  ( parental abandonment, mentions of drugs and alcohol. )

When you meet Riley Goldstein, a picturesque childhood in a picturesque suburbia in Virginia is not what you would expect and yet it was exactly what she had. Born on the cusp of summer and fall, Rachel and Christopher were over the moon to have their daughter, Riley Hayes, born on August 28, 2000. Finally, a child to complete the perfect family unit. Maybethey had hoped for a boy despite what science said ( hence the name Riley & a full name for a boy they had prepared ) but, they had a daughter and for the first ten years of her life they pampered her greatly. Trips to the coast every summer to visit his side of the family where Riley was praised for being such a pretty, good girl, and what seemed like infinite love from her father was doled out as long as she was what hewanted her to be. The younger girl was cooperative, it was in her nature it seemed, because she loved seeing her parents happy with each other. As long as Riley stayed within the lines, stayed within Christopher’s lines at least, everything would be well. Even when Riley started to develop a few habits and interests that were off the wall, he brushed them aside as childhood obsessions. Never could he accept his family for what they were which is exactly why he left.

The ugly truth was, Riley was an accident and the picture painted had been a lie – not that Riley knew until then. While she knew they had gotten married young she’d never known how much exactly her mother had given up to be with her father. Rachel Hayes had left her family, forsaken her religion ( as Christopher was a very religious Christian man ), the semi famous Goldstein Wizarding name, and moved down south into this suburbia all with the promise of a family. The biggest thing? Magic. When Christopher left a year before Riley entered school, Riley was forced to grow up and pick up the pieces of a broken lost woman who simply couldn’t find herself in the rubble that was the aftermath of her father leaving. But finding out she was an accident was the least of her worries. No matter how much poetry she wrote trying to figure out her mind, oftentimes thinking she was losing it, something within her was different, something within her felt different.

It took a few months to coax the why from her mother, and truly she was her caretaker. It wasn’t until her 10th birthday when she got the letter from Ilvermony that she realized what exactly was off. When she confronted her mother – her mother just poured everything out to her. Who Riley was, who her family was, what she was doing with her life before she met Christopher. At first, Riley couldn’t believe it – – she’d grown up hiding comics under her bed, hiding anything about the supernatural away. Even if her whole life she had felt a weird pull to these people who didn’t belong in her comics, these freaks, she never in her wildest dreams thought she’d have something in common with them. It all made sense though, and finally the pieces of her life started to come together. Riley knew what she had to do, so at the age of 10, she went with her mother to Wizarding NYC to try to find out more. To try to find the family her mother left behind.

After that, everything fell into place – her family was beyond accepting, even if they gave her shit, more than she’d ever known from her dad’s family and her mom started to get better as she become more true to herself. The family reconciled, helping Riley and Rachel move into a flat in NYC, in Chinatown. Rachel got a job at the ministry as an assistant and with the help of some family members and Riley started to prepare for school Wizarding School. She’d never been more happy in her life. New York City was her home, more than her podunk shitty town ever had, and she felt a freedom that made her wander the city, she felt a freedom to finally be herself. The only issue then? Riley wanted to go to a school far away from everything, because even if New York was her home, she needed to a break from being in the states. A break from all these people who knew who her family was & really, a place that was her own to find her own in the world. Easily, she picked Hogwarts and was delighted when they accepted her no matter how far she was. Hufflepuff was the perfect house for her, even if she wasn’t the most conventional or stereotypical kind of one.

For years, she pushed away a lot of the pain she felt – she figured her pain was her own, it was selfish of her to dwell on it or even think about it when she had this new fantastic life. Only in her poetry would she divulge her feelings, only her poetry knew that she felt inexplicably lost in the world the more she saw it. Around her 14th birthday, she met two boys in school who were a bit older than her but the twins ended up being her half-brothers – as they found they shared a father. A scumbag father who’d also been horrible to them. It was then that Riley wanted to distance herself from her father even more, fiercely signing and writing her last name as Hayes-Goldstein or just Goldstein when she could get away with it.

The thing was, the reminder of her father, the reminder that he was out there ruining more people’s lives, that he was out there spawning more children really intensely messed with Riley’s head. Why wasn’t she good enough for him to stay? Why couldn’t they have been enough? It was stupid, but the thoughts started to consume her and the lost feeling just got bigger. Picking up vices like smoking, smoking pot, drinking beer like she was her own father after a long day of work, anything to escape the feeling that she didn’t really have a place in this world. Not one she could see. What was she even going to do with her life after school? What did she have to offer the world? A loneliness she could not shake slept with her at night like any blanket did, every day felt like she was smothered. Every day there was a new realization that she didn’t know what the hell she wanted to do with her life, and that she didn’t really have a place in the world. Having the family members she does in New York is comforting, but, there’s still a feeling of not quite belonging – no matter how much she loves them.

II. PERSONALITY.

CHARACTER PARALLELS: Daria ( Daria ), Seth Cohen ( The OC ), Veronica Sawyer ( Heathers ), Ron Swanson/Ben Wyatt ( Parks & Rec ), Quentin Coldwater ( The Magicians ),Pam Beasley ( The Office ), Zari Tomaz ( Legends of Tomorrow )

LIKES & INTERESTS: Cult Classics - Movies ( Heathers, Dead Poets Society, Sixteen Candles, Ferris Buellers Day Off, Cruel Intentions, The Breakfast Club, Almost Famous ), Blue raspberry Slushies, Donuts, Judaism, Arctic Monkeys, Lana Del Rey, The Strokes, The Smiths, the color blue, writing poetry, e. e. cummings, art museums, greek mythology, rmemes, exchanging memes with Sahar, Rolling joints on her favorite books, biblical mythology, astronomy, astrology ( she finds it very entertaining in a mocking way and would never admit there’s a small part of her that enjoys it ), Star Wars, black cats, black cats named Boggart, black nail polish, tattoos, carnivals, comic books, ferris wheels, puns, the sea, jellyfish, NPR every morning, going to the beach at twilight, 4 am drives, 5am runs, spliff.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Observant, Cooperative, Strategic, Witty, Intelligent, Resilient, Morally Responsible, Loyal.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Reserved, Pessimistic, Sardonic, Secretive, Curious ( it will get her into trouble ), Awkward, Suspicious.

III. HISTORY / CONNECTION WITH JUDAISM. 

Judaism was once a rarely talked about religion in the Hayes house, in fact, Riley knew barely anything about the religion at all. If she had realized it was taboo instead, it would’ve been something she would’ve dipped her mind into much earlier. The Hayes family were church goers, Sundays, Easter, Christmas, that was the religious practice they followed and had been since Rachel Hayes had forgone her roots in Judaism. Once she married & became Mrs. Christopher Hayes, she lost the part of her that made herher,that connected her to her family, all because of a pregnancy that was unplanned, and a marriage that needed to happen in result of it.

Once Christopher left, Riley dug up old numbers, old things, anything she could find that would bring her mother back to herself. Here, the woman gave so much of herself to her father and Riley felt she needed to get some of her back. Anything would do, anything at all. When Riley found an old Siddur, stuffed in the back of her mother’s side of the closet, she had a pretty good idea of a way to start.

It started with looking at temples in NYC when they finally moved. All the two did was walk around, taking in the city itself. Taking in the fact that there were even so many people in one place as opposed to small town Virginia where they lived. Taking in people coming back synagogue, the dress, and while it was painful at first for her mom, Rachel slowly started to explain to Riley different things, different details about Judaism. Soon, Riley and Rachel learned together and go at least once a month for Saturday evening services as well as for most High Holidays. From then on, the rest of the Goldstein family also invited them to family event after event, Passover, Rosh Hashanah, Hannukah gatherings.  

Riley’s favorite Jewish holiday is Yom Kippur: the day of Atonement. While she knows she had absolutely no control over being born, she does feel she has a lot to atone for. A lot to cleanse from her soul. A lot of regrets, a lot of guilt for the things she’d done and the people she’s not been able to become. Like a failure, failing her family, failing their legacy. Her poetry may be fair game – it’s raw, it’s unforgiving and it’s brutal – to herself & to others. For being what she is, for being something else other than human and purposefully standing by while others cause havoc – she feels she needs to cleanse & atone for that. It’s the day that she for once feels clean, cleansed and not like the figure from Greek mythology: Atlas.

Is your character involved in any summer programs? Do you wish for your character to be a Prefect, Head Student, or a member of the Quidditch team?:

Truthfully, Riley has no clue what she wants to do with her life but she knew that she’d have to do something over the summer for her mother to allow her to stay there for the majority of it. So, after not getting into three of the departments under the Shacklebolt Internship Program, Riley submitted her writing and a desperate application to Obscurus Books Publishing and got a small internship there. She also works in an extension of her cousin Sahar’s great grandfather’s bakery in Diagon Alley.

[alylionheart]

To Dream

Summary: A trip to the market brings out the imaginative side of Vision.

Pairing: Scarlet Witch x Vision

Word Count: 1,049

Warnings: Im...plications...of smut? In a way?? Its one sentence

Author’s Note: Part of the series-not series of events that occur between Civil War and Infinity War! The other parts are: If The World Stood Still and The Stars but you do not have to read those to understand and enjoy this one!

Masterlist!

The sky is a beautiful shade of orange, like her hair. It’s been like that for almost two years now. He loves the way it brings out the green in her eyes. She’d said it was to help keep herself under the radar, but he couldn’t understand how. It only made her more beautiful in his eyes. To him, she’d draw more attention simply by entering a room.

He tries to focus on reality.

The sky is orange and the sun is starting to set. Her voice is like a melody, a beautiful song he felt honored to hear. She spoke of her childhood, stories of her twin and their parents. She talked of races around the temple, stumbling into the dirt and scraping her knee, Pietro quick to help her to her feet. Vision admired the tales of her brother, his adoration for his sister, the lengths he’d go to protect her. He was cocky when they’d met but had a heart of gold. That was the expression, right?

Reality, Vision. Come back to Earth.

They walked through the town, somewhere in Romania, and she stopped for a moment at the scent of some herbs. It was a small booth amongst others in a marketplace.

It felt like home, she’d said when they first saw it. All the booths; produce grown and picked by the hands that sold them, linens handwoven with beautifully intricate designs, and even handcrafted furniture pieces that had soul in each carved angle. Wanda had begun to talk to the vendor at the herbs and spices stall, a sweet looking woman, and they shared a laugh over something he didn’t hear.

He wasn’t paying attention to them at the moment.

There was another stall that caught his eye, one that sold intricately crafted jewelry. He stepped over to the stall, staring down at the pieces. The necklaces, the bracelets, and rings.

Rings.

Some were colorful and sweet, shaped like hearts of flowers. Most of these were small, possibly intended for young daughters.

Some were beautiful and grand, meant for romantic words, a dirt scuffed knee, and a vow for eternity.

Those were the ones he liked, the ones that grasped his mind and held it in a dream.

Maybe they wouldn’t have eternity.

He didn’t think he’d be so lucky.

Yet, his mind ran with it. It sped off with the idea of eternity with Wanda Maximoff.

Mornings in her arms, her eyes flickering over his face like he was a work of art, as if she wasn’t a masterpiece herself. Breakfast spent watching her prepare her meal, the swing of her hips as she sang a catchy song she’d fallen in love with in France. Other mornings where he’d wake her with a tray of breakfast and the promise that the food was well prepared. Afternoons, the two twisted together in bed, her head on his chest, the television playing a show only she watched, his eyes settled on the glow of her face. Evenings in that same bed, fingers intertwined against the sheets, her gaze filled with adoration, lips parted with breaths that fogged up the room, the sounds she emitted like an elegant tune with beautiful high notes.

All this spent in a house, perhaps, somewhere on the outskirts of Sokovia. She could help rebuild it, like she wanted, put her powers to good use as she’d said. The house wouldn’t be much, nothing grand like what he’d want to offer her, no paradise like the Avengers facility. It would be quaint and sweet, photos they’d taken together, of each other, with each other, hanging on the walls. Fresh flowers in vases on every surface, perfectly picked from the garden in their front yard. A menorah for the holidays, but only on that looked like one she’d had when she was little.

Holidays they’d spend together, every year, just the two of them…and maybe two more of them. They’d be replicas of her image because he couldn’t create them with her. She would teach them Sokovian before English and how to pray in Hebrew. She’d teach them politeness and how to be courteous and kind-hearted, like she is. He’d homeschool them, teach them science and math and everything his internal database could supply, and Wanda would have to reel him in, remind him their only children and can’t understand aerodynamics. Not just yet.

Children of their own. She would be able to accomplish the impossible, creating the kids they’d love. He was sure she could do anything.

After all, she taught a synthetic being how to love.

Maybe this would all stay a dream, maybe they wouldn’t have the time they needed to get close to a life like that.

Yet he stared at one ring, a gold one with a white stone in the center and red stones on both sides of it. It was beautifully made and it just…embodied her soul.

----------

“Vizh? Are you alright?” Wanda asked as she stepped into their hotel room, walking over to the small kitchenette, setting the paper bags of produce and spices down on the counter. “You haven’t said a word since we got back…is something wrong?” She looked back at him with worry filled eyes and something stung in his chest as he realized he put that look on her face.

“Not at all.” He sat down on the bed they shared and held a hand out, inviting her to join him. As she sat beside him, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I bought you something in the market…I wanted to wait until we returned here to give it to you.” She tilted her head in curiosity and he pulled out a ring from his coat pocket. It was silver with a ring of vibrant blue stones around it. “I saw it and it reminded me of Pietro, the color of the trail his speed left behind. I thought it would be a nice reminder…i-if you don’t like it, you don’t have to worry, you don’t have to-“ Her finger to his lips cut him off and he looked over at her. Now he felt a hole in his chest, staring at her beautiful green eyes blurred with tears. “W-Wanda-“

“I love it, Vizh…” She smiled at him, leaning up to close the space between them, kissing his lips softly.

The gold ring he’d seen, he had purchased as well, and sat in his other pocket. For now, the silver one would do. Perhaps the gold one could wait for their next rendezvous…in Edinburgh, Scotland.

Tags: @irndad @animelover929 @saltymermaid @scarletwitchvision

[agent-aly-parker]

To Dream

Summary: A trip to the market brings out the imaginative side of Vision.

Pairing: Scarlet Witch x Vision

Word Count: 1,049

Warnings: Im…plications…of smut? In a way?? Its one sentence

Author’s Note: Part of the series-not series of events that occur between Civil War and Infinity War! The other parts are: If The World Stood Still and The Stars but you do not have to read those to understand and enjoy this one!

Masterlist

The sky is a beautiful shade of orange, like her hair. It’s been like that for almost two years now. He loves the way it brings out the green in her eyes. She’d said it was to help keep herself under the radar, but he couldn’t understand how. It only made her more beautiful in his eyes. To him, she’d draw more attention simply by entering a room.

He tries to focus on reality.

The sky is orange and the sun is starting to set. Her voice is like a melody, a beautiful song he felt honored to hear. She spoke of her childhood, stories of her twin and their parents. She talked of races around the temple, stumbling into the dirt and scraping her knee, Pietro quick to help her to her feet. Vision admired the tales of her brother, his adoration for his sister, the lengths he’d go to protect her. He was cocky when they’d met but had a heart of gold. That was the expression, right?

Reality, Vision. Come back to Earth.

They walked through the town, somewhere in Romania, and she stopped for a moment at the scent of some herbs. It was a small booth amongst others in a marketplace.

It felt like home, she’d said when they first saw it. All the booths; produce grown and picked by the hands that sold them, linens handwoven with beautifully intricate designs, and even handcrafted furniture pieces that had soul in each carved angle. Wanda had begun to talk to the vendor at the herbs and spices stall, a sweet looking woman, and they shared a laugh over something he didn’t hear.

He wasn’t paying attention to them at the moment.

There was another stall that caught his eye, one that sold intricately crafted jewelry. He stepped over to the stall, staring down at the pieces. The necklaces, the bracelets, and rings.

Rings.

Some were colorful and sweet, shaped like hearts of flowers. Most of these were small, possibly intended for young daughters.

Some were beautiful and grand, meant for romantic words, a dirt scuffed knee, and a vow for eternity.

Those were the ones he liked, the ones that grasped his mind and held it in a dream.

Maybe they wouldn’t have eternity.

He didn’t think he’d be so lucky.

Yet, his mind ran with it. It sped off with the idea of eternity with Wanda Maximoff.

Mornings in her arms, her eyes flickering over his face like he was a work of art, as if she wasn’t a masterpiece herself. Breakfast spent watching her prepare her meal, the swing of her hips as she sang a catchy song she’d fallen in love with in France. Other mornings where he’d wake her with a tray of breakfast and the promise that the food was well prepared. Afternoons, the two twisted together in bed, her head on his chest, the television playing a show only she watched, his eyes settled on the glow of her face. Evenings in that same bed, fingers intertwined against the sheets, her gaze filled with adoration, lips parted with breaths that fogged up the room, the sounds she emitted like an elegant tune with beautiful high notes.

All this spent in a house, perhaps, somewhere on the outskirts of Sokovia. She could help rebuild it, like she wanted, put her powers to good use as she’d said. The house wouldn’t be much, nothing grand like what he’d want to offer her, no paradise like the Avengers facility. It would be quaint and sweet, photos they’d taken together, of each other, with each other, hanging on the walls. Fresh flowers in vases on every surface, perfectly picked from the garden in their front yard. A menorah for the holidays, but only on that looked like one she’d had when she was little.

Holidays they’d spend together, every year, just the two of them…and maybe two more of them. They’d be replicas of her image because he couldn’t create them with her. She would teach them Sokovian before English and how to pray in Hebrew. She’d teach them politeness and how to be courteous and kind-hearted, like she is. He’d homeschool them, teach them science and math and everything his internal database could supply, and Wanda would have to reel him in, remind him their only children and can’t understand aerodynamics. Not just yet.

Children of their own. She would be able to accomplish the impossible, creating the kids they’d love. He was sure she could do anything.

After all, she taught a synthetic being how to love.

Maybe this would all stay a dream, maybe they wouldn’t have the time they needed to get close to a life like that.

Yet he stared at one ring, a gold one with a white stone in the center and red stones on both sides of it. It was beautifully made and it just…embodied her soul.

———-

“Vizh? Are you alright?” Wanda asked as she stepped into their hotel room, walking over to the small kitchenette, setting the paper bags of produce and spices down on the counter. “You haven’t said a word since we got back…is something wrong?” She looked back at him with worry filled eyes and something stung in his chest as he realized he put that look on her face.

“Not at all.” He sat down on the bed they shared and held a hand out, inviting her to join him. As she sat beside him, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I bought you something in the market…I wanted to wait until we returned here to give it to you.” She tilted her head in curiosity and he pulled out a ring from his coat pocket. It was silver with a ring of vibrant blue stones around it. “I saw it and it reminded me of Pietro, the color of the trail his speed left behind. I thought it would be a nice reminder…i-if you don’t like it, you don’t have to worry, you don’t have to-“ Her finger to his lips cut him off and he looked over at her. Now he felt a hole in his chest, staring at her beautiful green eyes blurred with tears. “W-Wanda-“

“I love it, Vizh…” She smiled at him, leaning up to close the space between them, kissing his lips softly.

The gold ring he’d seen, he had purchased as well, and sat in his other pocket. For now, the silver one would do. Perhaps the gold one could wait for their next rendezvous…in Edinburgh, Scotland.

Tags: @irndad @animelover929 @saltymermaid @scarletwitchvision