#reading the book and seeing them be like “oh yeah no one liked Billy and White as much as we did” I was like ??????

[weaponizedmoth]

For the art requests, can I ask that you draw Pete and Billy? :3

They're my favorite characters, thank you for this.

[littlemissmiller]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑵𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝑫𝒐𝒐𝒓

Pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

Summary: (au) (Joel is dad to a 9 year old Sarah) Joel has been your neighbor for some time and you and him have become friendly. In an attempt to spend more time to him (and a desire to show off your summer body) you throw a pool party…

Warning: 21+ (drinking), smut, fluff, friends to lovers, use of nicknames (babydoll, baby, darling), p in v, ass eating, cowgirl style, fingering, couch sex, porn with a plot

Work count: 4.1k

A/N: hi all! the official first day of summer is today and i got inspired by a pool party i went to with my mans so i just had to write this cute lil smutty, fluffy story. i have a billy request coming and hopefully i get ch 3 of Summer Highs out soon (i know i said it would be soon don’t trust me on a release date which is why i don’t do them) ok that’s it! much love and enjoy ❣︎

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It’s always a hot summer in Texas. It would feel weird if it wasn’t, but this year it feels like the earth is a legit bun in the oven. The whole neighborhood is feeling the heat, so given you have a pool in your backyard, you invite people over for a summer kickoff. Of course it has nothing to do with the fact you are desperate to see Joel Miller in nothing but a pair of swim trunks. From just his work shirts alone, you could see how tight his shirt hugged his muscles. How toned his back was whenever he would sweat through it doing yard work. You would always wave over to him from across the street, occasionally bring him water or lemonade while he worked. And today, your excuse for seeing him was to invite him to your pool party. You catch him outside after work, in his garage tinkering around under his truck. You stroll across the street and walk in. You knock on the side of the garage walls and Joel slides out from under his Silverado.

“Well hey there!” He beams, striding towards you

“What’s up cowboy.”

“Not much, waiting for Sarah to come home from soccer camp.” He informs

“Oh keeping her busy.”

“Well between so and the library reading contest she’s more or less keeping herself busy. Determined to get those Astro tickets. I promised we would do a road trip and she reaches thirty books by the end of June and wins the two tickets. She’s already at twenty five. She has a whole strategy.”

“Wow. Good for her. Well I hope she’s not too busy this weekend…” you state

“Oh yeah why’s that” he smiles, leaning his arm against the garage and above your head. You feel totally lost here with him looking at you how he is. His big brown eyes, so curious and pleasant, simply wondering what you have to say. He raises his eyebrows in anticipation.

“Well I sent out an evite a little bit ago, but I wanted to come tell you in person that I’m having a pool party Saturday. I thought we could all beat the heat ya know.”

“Yeah we‘ll be free.” He steps back, taking a rag from his waist and wiping his hands. He heads toward his garage fridge and gets out two bottles of water, offering you one.

“Thanks. So you do have your own water.”

“Yeah I always keep that fridge full. Especially with Sarah and her friends I practically always got Gatorade.”

“So you just like my water better?”

Joel smiles at you, combing his hair with his fingers. You watch his muscles flex and wish that you can be wrapped in them. He starts to look through his tool box and nods.

“You could say that. So Saturday you said? What time?”

“It starts at 12, but you can stay for as long as you’d like.”

“I’ll talk to Sarah, but I have a feeling she'll say yes. She loves you, so any excuse to see you, she’ll take.”

“I’m sure.”

“We’ll see ya Saturday then.” He winks and disappears back under his truck

You waltz out of the garage and back to your house. You trot inside gleefully and close the door behind you. You could jump, squeal, practically combust. Not only did you just figure out Joel had his own drinks on deck whenever he works, but always accepts an offer from you no matter what. God he must like you. He must. You hope you're not thinking too much into it but, you couldn’t help but think when he said “She loves you, so any excuse to see you, she’ll take…” he really was talking about himself. You bite your lip and roll your eyes. You want him so badly. So bad you feel like you are going to explode. You lean your head back against the door and sigh.

Saturday comes around soon enough, and you spend the whole evening and next morning preparing for the day. You clean your house, chop lettuce, tomatoes and onions for burgers, cut up a watermelon and make a macaroni salad. Even though you hadn’t explicitly asked for his help, you had a feeling Joel would want to help grill and you’d gladly take it. You prepare a cooler with a few beers and some water and put it in your garage fridge. Next you set up the pool area. You lay the cushions on the pool chairs, unwind the umbrellas and set out a few pool noodles. Everything looks perfect and your first guests start arriving around 12:08. More and more people arrive and at around 1:30, you finally see Joel and Sarah pulling up. He walks in with his own cooler and a swim bag. He approaches you while Sarah runs off to the other neighborhood kids.

“Well hey cowboy! Glad you could make it.”

“Yeah sorry we are late. Work called last minute and I had to help them order some more flooring for our site.”

“No worries. But these people are getting hungry and maybe you could help grill. I hate to put you to work…”

“Ain’t no trouble darling.”

“Ok I’m going to change. The patties are already formed, just in the fridge.”

Joel follows you inside and heads into your kitchen, poking his head in the fridge. You walk upstairs to your bedroom and change into your swimsuit. You had gone out that week and picked out a new suit. It was white, a two piece, the edge frilled, and it shaped your figure so well. You spin around and admire how it sits on your ass. The back had a cheeky build, and totally gave the viewer an idea of how your cute little ass looks. Not to mention the way it rides up, exposing your cheeks slightly, it’s perfect and you can’t wait for Joel to see you in it. You put your jean shorts back on and find one of your white, open-knit, pool coverup and a red, and a worn USA baseball cap. You pull your ponytail through the loop of your hat and spin around one last time.

Rushing down the stairs, only to find Joel already outside starting the grill. You sigh in disappointment. You take a beer from your fridge and try to open in on your own. Then Joel walks back inside. Even though your back is turned to him, he can tell you are struggling.

“Need help?”

You jump and turn around, your tits bouncing slightly as you turn, which Joel notices. He also seems slightly speechless as you turn to face him. His sentence cut off, face frozen, as if you stole the words from his mouth.

“Uh yeah, thanks.” You hand him the bottle and he takes it, uncapping it like it’s nothing. He hands it back to you and you take a swig.

“Oh hey so because I was so outta sorts getting out the door, I totally forgot to get sunscreen. You got any, Sarah is itching to get in the pool.”

“Of course” you run back up to your bathroom, find a 50 SPF bottle and head back down stairs. Joel calls out to his daughter and she comes rushing inside. At the sight of your face she enthusiastically calls your name and rushes towards you. You hold her in your arms.

“Hey sunshine!”

“We brought brownies!” She proclaims

“Oh did your dad make them?”

“Mhmm. Well he helped, I really was the baker!” She insists

Joel lets out a playful chuckle and rolls his eyes in amusement.

“Yeah, especially with all those eggshells you had to fish out?”

“At least I know how to preheat the oven.” She claps back

Joel smirks and then looks at you. He has always appreciated how loving and kind you are to Sarah. He appreciates knowing that when she’s with you, she’s in more than good hands. And you adored her as well.

“Hey! let her get that sunscreen on ya.”

“I’m fine! I’ll stay in the shade!” Sarah protests but before she can scurry off you’re already squirting it into your hand, applying it to her shoulders.

“You know you don’t have to listen to him. I thought you’re supposed to be the fun one!” She whines, and you smear her face. She scrunches it up in displeasure.

“I am the fun one. This is called fun in the sun, sunshine.”

She groans and pulls her face away.

“You know I think I saw a bomb pop with your name on it out in the garage fridge, if you can still hang in there for one more second.” You promise. “Ok there. Top shelf in the garage. Bring a few for the other kids. Ok?”

“Yes!” She states firmly and rushes off into the garage

“She just loves to keep ya busy…”

“Tell me about it.” Joel rolls his eyes “you uh…you look nice…” he swallows nervously

“Thanks, it’s new. I got it for today actually.”

“Oh really. Trying to impress someone?” He asks

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You quip back, smirking “how’s those burgers coming along”

“Grills still heating up, this is really nice of ya to invite everyone. Sarah hasn’t really had much pool time with soccer.”

“Well you two are invited over anytime.”

“Appreciate the offer. What else do you need for these burgers?”

“Here” you state, turning to the fridge and opening it.

You grab the toppings, cheese, and condiments and follow him outside. As Joel grills, you make your way around, chatting with your fellow neighbors. Eventually you get in the pool with a playful “go on sugar, I’ll holler at ya when they are ready” from Joel. As you strip off your top and shorts, Joel checks you out from across the pool. He can’t help but let his eyes linger on the curves of your body, the way your bikini bottoms hug your ass, and how nice and perky your boobs sit on your chest.

You notice him checking you out, your own eyes hidden behind your sunglasses. You try not to look so much, but with his back to you, it’s easier to admire his broad shoulders. And you have to admit, Joel is absolutely radiating domesticity. You could easily get used to this sight. Sarah splashes around you, pretending to be a mermaid looking for pearls and you throw sinking rings for her to dive for. Joel catches you playing with Sarah, and smiles. The smell of hamburger meat fills the air and Joel calls to you. You throw some more rings in to keep Sarah occupied and head out of the pool.

“How are these, little lady?” Joel asks as you approach

“Fantastic! Let’s put cheese on half of them.”

“You got it!”

People start to gather for food and you help Sarah dry off and get her a plate.

“Cheese or no cheese baby?” Joel asks Sarah as she approaches the grill

“Cheeeese!” She smiles, showing off her big smile to her dad

“What about you doll?” He asks you

“Same as her.”

After you eat, you wait a while to get back in the pool. You lay out with a few of the girls from the neighborhood Wine Club. As you chat, Joel admires the way the sun glimmers off your body. With most of the food served, Joel joins his daughter in the pool. You watch as he takes off his shirt, gawking over his bare chest. His shoulders cut into his neck so sharp and clean and you can help but want to feel how strong he is. And You smirk to yourself, happy to finally see him exactly how you wanted to. And he looks damn good in his turquoise-green trunks.

“I’ll be right back…” you excuse yourself, striding over to Joel, swaying your hips

“Can I get you a drink? I’m getting another beer, and maybe one of those brownies I heard about.”

“Oh I want one!” Sarah exclaims

“If you get out you’re getting more sunscreen on ya babe..” Joel promises

“She can bring me one and I can eat in the pool!”

“No, no baby. C’mon.” He argues, lifting Sarah out of the pool and onto the pavement.

“Awww!” Sarah whines, swinging her arms and legs.

You hold her hand and take her to the food, you grab a towel, wrap her in it and get her a small plate. You place a brownie on it and hand it to her.

“Can I have two?” She bats her eyes

“Go ask your daddy…”

She waddles over to Joel, squatting down to ask him. He rolls his eyes and nods and she trots back to you.

“He said I can!”

As the afternoon turns into evening, more and more people head back to their homes and pretty soon the sun is setting. You start to clean up, picking up plates and empty bottles and taking them inside the house.

The last few neighbors pop in to thank you and say goodbye and behind them is Joel.

“Hey…need some help?” Joel asks you

“Oh you’ve done more than enough. Y’all headed out?”

“I uh...sent Sarah home with the Adler’s. They said they’d watch her for the evening until I got back.“

“Oh! Well I would have loved to say goodbye to her.” You frown

“I bet she would have too, but she passed out on my knee even with everyone running around. Danny wanted to get his Ma home anyways…” he explains

He walks up to the kitchen counter and places a few empty beer bottles down. You smile and thank him. He helps bring in a few more bottles and follows you around with a trash bag as you pick up plates and plastic silverware. After everything is cleaned up and the pool is closed up, you and Joel head inside.

“Well I don’t wanna keep you from Sarah much longer.”

“It’s ok, unless that’s your way of kindly kicking me out, then by all means I’ll head out.” He smirks

“No no, you can stay if you like…”

“You sure?”

You nod and he closes the sliding door leading out to the pool, locking it.

“I don’t have much beer left, but you seem like a whiskey guy to me.” You imply

“I sure do.”

You pour him a glass and he leans over your counter. He smiles and he holds the glass to his lips and sips.

“I really appreciate ya Joel.”

“It’s no trouble.”

There is a brief moment of silence as you take a sip of your whiskey and gaze into his big brown eyes. You can’t help but feel he’s looking at you in the same way. A wave of desire washes over you and just as you're about to speak, possibly trying to make a move, Joel strides over to you.

“Ya know if ya ever need my help, I’ll always be willing. Whatever you need…”

“You’re too sweet Joel, I feel like I need to make it up to you.”

“Maybe you can, baby…” the words slip from his lips and steal your breath away. You gasp and move in closer to him.

“I’m sorry, can I call you baby?”

You nod wordlessly.

“Yeah? Well then baby, kiss me…”

You lean up, cupping his face and pressing his lips against your own. He holds your face in return, rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks and moaning into your mouth. Your hands move to cup his neck as you move your face, deepening the kiss. Joel clutches your jaw, pulling you closer and raising you onto your tippy toes. You chuckle against him. This is finally happening. You’re finally kissing the man you’ve dreamed of. Ever since him and Sarah moved in, you have wanted him. It was no secret. Perhaps that’s why the Adler’s offered to watch Sarah. To give you this moment. And you’re ever so thankful.

Joel’s calloused palms move to your waist, slowly trailing down your body, feeling the sides of your bare skin. You hadn’t bothered putting your swim shirt back on after the pool and you were grateful. You welcome his fingers and let out a girlish giggle, his feather light touch overwhelming.

“How late do you wanna stay?”

Joel checks his watch. It’s 8:10.

“I told the Adlers I would be back by 9 so I mean…is that enough time for you…”

“I’ll take whatever you give me.” You smile against his face, kissing his cheek.

With that he returns his mouth to your own and he moves to cup under your shorts. He squeezes your ass and moves his hands under your thighs. In one swift motion he picks you up and is moving you both to your couch. You and him stumble into it and he sits down with you on his lap. You gasp and pull back.

“Ok that was fucking hot Miller, my god could you get any sexier.”

“You know what’s sexy…” he implies, pulling on the front of your bikini top, snapping the strap

“You like it?”

“You look like an absolute snack in this thing darling. And your ass, fuck I couldn’t stop looking at it by the pool.” he pants

“Glad you noticed. I was trying to impress you if you didn’t pick up on that when I told you.”

“Oh I did, and it worked. It definitely worked.” He sighs, sealing his words with another searing kiss.

You rock against him as his mouth moves with yours. You simply can’t get enough of him like this and he desperately wants to devour you. His hands wrap around your back, pulling you flush against his chest. He moves to squeeze your ass again, fingers dancing underneath your jeans. He grabs and gropes you, causing you to whine and whimper into his mouth.

“I love those pretty little noises you make, baby. I can’t wait to hear what other noises you make for me.” He whispers

He pulls at the hem of your jeans, tugging on them until they slide down your ass. You stand up, pulling them down your smooth legs. He starts rubbing the back of your thighs, moving his hands up and down and settling them underneath the cheek of your ass. He pulls your waist close to his face, your pelvis practically grinding up against his nose and lips. You delicately place your hands on his shoulders as he admires you.

“Let me see that cute little ass of yours again, babydoll”

Then suddenly you are spun around and he grips the strings of your bikini bottoms slowly pulling them down. As he does, he kisses the bear skin that’s being revealed to him until his lips are consuming your ass. You let out a sigh, arching your back slightly as his mouth finds your core. He dives in, placing his hands on the meat of your ass and nuzzling into your cheeks. His soft lips began to kiss your folds, and you buck up against his face. He growls against you, groping your cheeks and diving in to taste you. His mouth and tongue finds your clit and he begins to lap at it. He’s so hungry for you. So desperate to drink up your juices like a sweet nectar. Your legs quiver slightly and Joel notices. He wraps his hands around the front of your thighs, steadying you , while simultaneously pulling you closer to his mouth. He pulls back quickly, replacing his mouth with his fingers. He rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves feverishly, cooing as you moan and whine.

“Tastes so good. So fucking good baby.” He whispers.

He mouths at your pussy, his saliva mixing with your juices, making you so wet. You’re throbbing into his mouth and he places a few chase kisses to your cunt, before pulling away. He takes his shirt off and tosses it aside. He gives your core a few more open mouth kisses then spins you around once more, and you take off your top. You slowly pull the dainty string, letting your bikini top fall off you and onto his lap. He moans, clutching the top in his hand. You move to straddle him and he tosses the top on the ground.

Before you can put your weight on him, he bucks his hips, taking his trunks off. His cock springs forward and he takes his incredible length in his hand. He slowly pumps himself and you lower your ass onto his thighs. You don’t quite sink into him yet, wanting to appreciate this moment with him. He cups your ass and you clasp the back of his neck. He leans forward to press feather light kisses along your jaw and neck. Then his actions get more aggressive as he starts to manipulate your breasts. You mewl and arch into him. Your entire body starts to slowly rock against his, teasing him with your wet core on his cock.

“Fuck I want you. I can feel ya. So wet.”

You nod, biting your lip and Joel loves his hand down in between your legs again. He plays with your clit for a moment, before sinking a finger in you. You buck up on him, and steady yourself on his shoulders. He pumps his finger into you, loving the way your heat and juices consume his digit. He adds another one, and you feel so incredibly full.

“You ready for me?” Joel murmurs against your neck.

“Mhmm, please Joel. I’ve wanted this for so long!” You gasp as he removes his fingers. He wraps his hand around his cock, guiding it to your entrance. The tip pokes in, then you engulf the rest, taking his full length in you. He lets out a staggering moan as he works his lips down to your collarbone and valley of your breasts. You move your hips, slowly grinding on his cock and your tits bounce in his face. He chuckles and looks up at you. He sits back, holding your hips as you ride him.

“Fucking look at you girl. So gorgeous my god.”

You giggle in return, feeling up your body and playing with your boobs.

“That’s it, put on a little show for me.”

You bounce on him, continuing to feel your body and then you touch your clit, swirling it around in between your fingers. You let out a long, breathy moan, tilting your head back.

“Mmm Joel, Joel Joel Joel….” You hang his name as he squeezes your ass harshly. He helps you move, shoving your body onto his cock and moving his hands to hold your hips.

“That’s it. Oh my god you’re perfect…”

You learn back slightly, rolling your hips and tummy. He splays his hands over your waist, his breath hitching. He loves watching you move. He loves how you feel and needs more. Joel moves expertly to stand up, keeping himself buried inside you and, placing you on your back, you yelp as he lays you on the couch. He dives in for your lips again. He crawls on top of you, wasting no time shoving his length into you. Cupping your face. He rocks his hips, his cock filling you up once again. He speeds up, drilling into you. Your legs fold up to your chest, giving him better access to your pussy. As he thrusts into you, his beautiful eyes meet your own, his gaze thirsty for more. He rests his forehead against you and pants.

“You close?”

“If you touch me again. Play with me a little then I’ll come… please Joel…”

“Yeah? Like this baby?”

He aggressively rubs your core, his hand in sync with his hips. You nod and let out a series of incoherent babbles. You move against his hand and cock, a pool of ecstasy filling your stomach and drowning your senses. Your heat builds and builds until you break. You clench down around him, your breath leaving you as Joel’s mouth falls onto your own. With a few more of his own pumps, his seed is spilling inside you.

“Oh shit” he curses “fuck baby it’s just you felt so good shit I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine I’m on the pill.”

“You sure it’s ok?

You nod and he kisses you deeply, lips pressing firmly on your own. You moan, holding his face.

“You just might be the most perfect thing on the planet, ya know that?”

“Whatever you say.” you chuckle

“I know this may come off as formal given what we just did, but I really wanna take you out for a drink sometime. Like an actual date. If you want?”

“Yes Joel, I’d like that very much.”

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[fluffyprettykitty]

thor nsfw alphabet

Pairing: Thor Odinson x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: ~1800 words

Warnings: : pretty much everything, ejaculations, penetration, sex toys, oral sex, size difference, oral fixation. if I missed anything major please let me know!

Author’s Note: Thor won that poll by a landslide! coming after him at the poll were billy & joaquin so let me know if you want one with either if them, and as always if any of this sparks an idea or you wanna see me explore something please let me know! Yeah, that was supposed to be written 2 months ago, what about it!

PS: dividers & banners by @saradika

Main Masterlist ・❥・Thor Odinson Masterlist

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Thor takes his time to soothe you and your body after the act, he holds you close and uses a washcloth on your body if you can't move to go to the bathroom. He rocks you slowly until you fall asleep on him, making sure to kiss you everywhere and relax your heartbeat a little, warming you up with his pure god heat and smothering you in love and dedication.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Thor is lowkey obsessed with your neck and collarbones, he loves grabbing it and turning you around or caressing you softly before he is kissing you tenderly. Not to say that he doesn't worship any and each part of your body but something about an uncovered neck makes him go crazy.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Thor as a god has a different flow than that of a mortal man. Thicker and shinier in its consistency Thor's cum is also filled with incredible breeding potential, that's why he is always careful when he cums inside you. Rich in its nutrients when you get to swallow some it always leaves your skin shining.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Now Thor's biggest secret is that he loves it when you initiate it and especially when you want to be on top, he would love to be pliant for you and do exactly as you say. He loves following a good order and worshipping every single word that you say, most of all he loves being yours and your own personal toy, although he'd rarely admit it he loves when someone wants to take care of him.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Thor could not be any more experience. Firstly he has read every single book or guide there is to know about sex and female pleasure and second, he always keeps himself in check by analyzing the way you take him and the way you react to him.

F= Favorite position

Oh, Thor's favorite position is missionary, direct eye contact with you, your breasts moving for him, his hands on your waist when he is inside you, moving you as he does, able to watch his cock inside your stomach, your thighs around his waist. He could never get enough of it, although he does switch you on your back so he can get deeper inside you, the first one remains his favorite.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Thor can be incredibly goofy during the act, he is a giant ball of fluff anyway so he always takes his time to make you feel as comfortable as possible and he will use his charms on you, although there are times when he is serious but only when he hasn't seen you in a long while and he just wants to worship your body.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Thor as a prince does keep himself very well groomed, he has a legion of people taking care of him anyway so he knows how important it is to be very clean everywhere.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Thor is incredibly romantic, he loves looking deep inside your eyes and holding your face firm for him when he is deep inside you. He loves admiring you and your body for all that you do for him and he never forgets to praise you and worship your every move.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Thor is not known to masturbate often, only when he is very far away from you, he is disciplined and knows how to keep his pleasure just for you.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Thor is big into bondage. He knows a lot of different knots and rope styles and he loves taking his time, tying you up, dressed or not, in many different styles of ropes such as silk or rougher material. He loves moving the ropes on you and later on tracing the markings on your skin with his fingers.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Thor is into every place really just as long as he can get to have you all to himself. He has the ideal cause of his size to being able to carry you and lift you anywhere he needs to so the location itself doesn't matter although his favorite place has to be right behind any door the minute he can get you alone.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Thor is motivated just by looking at you, your body, and your figure, and your face is enough to keep him going and make him attracted to you. He is allured and enamored with you in a unique passionate way and watching you laugh and throw your head back or his favorite licking your lips together is enough to make him come close to you.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Thor is kinda possessive, so he would not be too cool with a threesome, he wants you all to himself and doesn't like the idea of ever sharing you with anyone else.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Thor is really good at eating you out. His big tongue allows him to touch your nerves in all of their sweetest spots until you are trembling. He likes using his fingers and tongue and burying himself down there for hours although he is never opposed when you want to swallow him whole. He loves watching you eager and desperate to deep throat and he easily guides you on him until you got the handle of him ready. He also doesn't mind teaching you a way to check your gag reflex until you can take him. His preferred position is for you to lay on the bed while he is guiding his cock down your throat because it's easier than you being on your knees. On the other hand, he doesn't mind getting on his knees himself, your legs on his shoulders when he decides to eat you out.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Thor can be fast, it's just that he prefers not to in order not to hurt you. His vast size and huge cock need some preparation to get used to so he tries to be slow enough for you to handle him until he can let himself a little looser.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Quickies are not his preference although he does like them fast and hard, it's just that he prefers a combination of slow, sensual, and fast. He can fuck pretty roughly when he is fast so he prefers allowing himself to slow down a little to better suit you.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Thor is an innovator and a curious person, there is nothing he is not willing to try including allowing you to peg him or following any sex guide book you might find.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Thor is the king of stamina. He could go again and again if your body could keep up instead he is more than willing to wait for you whenever you need him to. Each round lasts up to how much you can take.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Thor is a gadget guy, always fascinated by technology and the such and whenever he finds something new or learns something new he wants to try it with you or on you. He doesn't mind using cock rings either albeit it's very hard to sustain him. But he is very willing to try.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Thor likes teasing you, he doesn't have to do much because his just existing is a tease but he will take his time to whisper to your ear when he doesn't have to or kiss you below your neck or place his hand on your waist to pull you close. He is not big on being teased himself because when he starts something he wants to finish it and getting him hard in the middle of the day is something that will inconvenience him. Not that he complains though.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Thor is a talker only when he decides to edge you, the other times he is more focused and is fluent in moans and groans and repeats of your name. He is loud when he cums as well, a deep growl leaving his mouth, especially when he cums on you and he can see the glistening liquid on your body. The more pliant you become the louder he is with his actions. The distinct sound of skin on slapping skin due to his enormous size is enough to make for a very noisy scene.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Thor loves using his thunder powers on you. Although he only does it in a well-established relationship and after getting his time to know you and confirm that this is alright but the first time that he does it, it's slow, zaps you a little on your hand as you are cumming to intensify your pleasure. At later times he will always use it directly from his cock to your inside, to shoot his cum deep inside you to breed you and to watch your own eyes turn blue in thunder colors.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Thor is huge. He has the girth, the curve, the veins, the length. His cockhead is so big that makes you tremble the first time you see it. But he knows exactly how to work it for your pleasure. Although he does love holding it close to your head and laughing. Just for fun.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Thor has a godly sex-drive, he could constantly be horny and hungry for you but he rarely acts on it. He will wait for the right time to take his sweet time with you as opposed to something fast therefore he keeps his needs under control and can keep it for hours once he starts having his way with you.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Thor is a big sleeper after sex, he loves cuddling you close and nuzzling you matching your breath, engulfing you completely into his arms, and kissing the top of your head. Usually, he drifts off first, although he tends to sleep less than you do.

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If I Should Stay

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Steve blinks at him like he’d forgotten he was there. He gestures at Steve’s head. “Concussions?”

“Oh,” Steve says, like it’s obvious. “Yeah. I got hit in the head, like, four times.” He tilts his head, thinking. “Was it?” He asks rhetorically. “Jon clocked me first, then the Russians and Billy. And I don’t think the last time counts as a concussion, really, but in Lover’s Lake? When the bats dragged me through? I definitely hit my head. And there was the choking happening too, which definitely didn’t help.”

He shrugs, like he’s counting something inconsequential, like sticks, instead of brain injuries he’s had. “So, like, three and a half.”

Again, what the fuck.

He says so out loud, and Steve just shrugs. “I mean, I’m okay. I was okay, even, I just had to learn how to do things differently.”

Eddie looks at Steve like he’s crazy. He’s starting to think he is. “You’re talking about brain injuries. Life-changing injuries that, if you didn’t take care of them, could be life-threatening.” He shakes his head. “How are you not wrapped in bubble wrap twenty-four seven?”

“I’m fine,” Steve stresses, “and it’s a moot point anyways, the concussions are gone, so it doesn’t matter.” He sighs, shakes his head. “Anyways, how far are you on the song?”

“Oh, right! I’m having a little bit of trouble on this one part, but I should have it mostly down by the end of the day.”

Steve chuckles, shaking his head. “Incredible.”

Eddie frowns, suddenly defensive. “What?”

Steve blinks at him. “What? I mean it. I think it’s really cool how you can do that. And to be able to learn an entire song in a day especially. Not to mention one that sounds as challenging as that one does.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, desperately hoping he’s not blushing. Based on past experiences, though, he thinks he’s probably about the shade of the tomatoes Steve’s slicing. “Thanks.”

Steve smiles at him, closed-lip but no less real, and Eddie escapes out to the living room.

“Eddie!” Dustin says, motioning him over. “Okay, look. The Upside Down, right? And Eleven’s basically got True Sight. She can see anything that’s happening down there. So why not use her as a lookout?”

Eddie raises a brow. “You mean besides the fact that using her powers drains her, and we might need her for the final boss?”

“Oh,” Dustin says, disappointed. “Right.”

Eddie ruffles Dustin’s hair and sits down, studying their papers. “I think you’ve got the right idea,” he tells Lucas. “They said these things are vulnerable to fire, right?”

“Right.”

“There’s this book I read called Fahrenheit 451 about firemen who actually started fires, instead of put them out. Think about the trucks you see, right? With the big hoses? Imagine fire instead of water. Or even just some kind of flammable liquid that we could light quickly. If we can concentrate the jet enough to not worry about spraying everything-”

“We spray what we want and light the suckers up,” Mike finishes, grinning.

“Exactly,” Eddie agrees, pointing at him. “The trouble comes when we start thinking about all the little drops that land everywhere, not where we want them. Water mists everywhere. If there’s a solid-enough line of mist from the fire back to us, we’re in trouble.”

“So hairspray,” Dustin says. “Aerosolize it. Put it on a long hose with a long tube, far away from us, and mist everything we want to mist.”

“And wind?” Eddie asks. “If it blows back in our faces…”

“Right,” Dustin nods.

Lucas looks between them and sighs. “Steve!”

“What?” Steve calls back from the kitchen.

“Is there wind in the Upside Down?”

Steve walks out, frowning. “Wind? Not that I can remember. Why?”

Lucas grins, first at him, then at the guys gathered around the table with him. “I think we have an idea.”

Steve catches Eddie’s eye. “You’re helping?”

“Trying to,” Eddie shrugs, stretching as he stands. “Trying to get them to think outside the box in a different way.”

Steve grins, nods, and disappears back into the kitchen, coming out less than a minute later with a platter of sandwiches. “The rest of planning can wait until after dinner,” he tells them. “And thank El, she helped.”

A chorus of “Thank you, El,” rang from the table, and Eddie snags a sandwich before stepping back to where Steve is. “Thanks,” he murmurs, taking a bite. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but whatever happened during those four years in the future… I think it might’ve changed you for the better.”

Steve grins at him. “I couldn’t agree more.”

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Hey! Could you do Charlie Swan x wife fem!reader where she own a bakery and they first met there (sort of flashback) and their journey through their relationship. And please add Bella (as someone nice & she accept her). Tag me later! Thank :)

Black Coffee and a Bagel (Charlie Swan X Baker!Reader)

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Summary: Chief Swan coming into your bakery for breakfast one day turns into a life full of love, baking, and coffee.

A/N: this took forever to write holy shit. i usually dont add the word count to the actual fic, but i feel like i should tell yall this is over 5k words… when i read the twilight books (its been so hard getting through them bc they’re lowkey boring guys…) i envision charlie as billy burke but with kinda curly hair bc that’s what he has in the books, so that’s how he looks in this lol reader’s age isn’t specified so she can be read as charlie’s age or younger (legal obvi). maybe a bit ooc charlie but idc

***

It was a usual cloudy day in Forks, Washington. Like most other town residents, you didn’t really mind the gloomy weather. As long as your heaters worked and you had a decent jacket, you didn’t really care.

You were always the busiest in the morning. You owned a bakery in the middle of town, the only one open at six in the morning. Almost everyone came through your shop for breakfast or a drink before heading to work or school. 

But every now and then, you had a first-time customer.

The bell above your front door jingled, and you heard footsteps enter with a bit of hesitancy. You looked up from the espresso machine you were cleaning to see a man with curly dark hair, a mustache, and a badge.

“Chief Swan,” you smiled, moving to the counter. He was looking around the bakery with mild curiosity. “Haven’t seen you here before.”

“Yeah, I uh… I forgot to grab a coffee before I left the house.” He sounded like he was a bit embarrassed by his mistake. Then he finally looked up, chocolate brown eyes locking with yours. “And a lot of people talk about this place, so I figured it’d be a good opportunity to check it out.”

“Well, I’m glad to have you here. Welcome to Bear Claw Bakery.” You smile at him, maybe a bit too cheerfully for how early in the morning it was, but it was all part of your brand. Seeing such a handsome face also helped. “I can make any coffee you’d like.”

“I can see that.” Chief Swan said, gesturing to the convoluted drink menu on the wall behind you. He seemed a bit intimidated by all the choices.

“How about a black coffee?” He lit up, seemingly relieved by your suggestion.

“Yes, please. Large.”

As you made his coffee, you fell into a comfortable silence. You became focused on his drink, and he decided to peruse your display cases of baked goods. After all, this was a bakery.

“See anything you like?” You ask as you put the lid on his cup, remembering to add a sleeve so he wouldn’t burn his hand.

He hummed, staring at a tray of bagels for a few seconds before looking at you. He straightened up, pointing to the baked goods.

“Could I get a bagel? Plain.” 

“Of course!” You slid the glass door open and grabbed a bagel with your tongs, putting it in a goody bag and folding the top a few times. Chief Swan watched you for a small moment before fumbling for his wallet, keeping his eyes on the counter in front of him. You watched him pull out a bill and waved your hand. “Oh, no. On the house.”

“What?” He looked up at you in surprise, and you just smiled at him.

“Think of it as a first-time discount.” You shrug as you push his coffee and bagel towards him. 

He folded the bill but didn’t put it back in his wallet. Instead, while maintaining eye contact, he dropped it into the tip jar beside him.

“Thanks, uh…” He said as he pocketed the wallet and grabbed his coffee. It was then that you realized that he didn’t know your name.

“Oh! Y/n.” You stuck your hand out without thinking. But before you could pull it back, he shook your hand with a polite smile. “And you’re obviously Chief Swan.” You said with an airy laugh.

“Please, call me Charlie.” He punctuated his name by squeezing your hand before letting go. There was a softness to his tone that you didn’t suspect, but you enjoyed it.

“Charlie,” you repeated, liking the sound of it. “I hope you like the coffee and the bagel.”

He nodded once, grabbed the goody bag still on the counter, and left with a small wave. You didn’t have much time to think about the interaction because a group of high schoolers soon came in, chattering loudly about different things. One thing you knew for sure, though, was that you hoped he’d be back sometime soon.

***

You were surprised to see Charlie back at the bakery the next day. You were unlocking the front door when he pulled up next to your car in his police cruiser.

“Right on time.” You laughed as he exited the car. “I’m just starting to open.”

“Sorry, I didn’t know your hours,” he said, checking his watch. The sun was barely starting to peek out from the clouds. “I have to go to the station early today, was hoping I could get coffee and a bagel.”

“Of course! Come on in,” you say, holding the door open just long enough for him to catch as you rush to behind the counter.

You started on Charlie’s coffee before going to the back to get a bag of fresh bagels. At the front, he was leaning against the counter, waiting for you.

“So I’m guessing you liked it?” You asked with a smile as you bagged up a bagel for him, putting the rest in the display case. “The coffee and bagel? Since you came back.” You added after a moment of silence.

“Oh, yeah!” He said, sounding as if he was a bit distracted by something. “Both were delicious.”

“I’m glad.” You placed his bagel and coffee on the counter.

“Now I’m hoping to actually pay this time,” Charlie said, raising his brows, and you couldn’t help but giggle. You told him the total, and when you gave him his change, he dropped it into the tip jar. “Thanks again. And sorry for coming so early.”

“It’s no problem, Chief-” You cut yourself off, receiving a knowing look from him. “Charlie. It’s really no problem. Hope you have a good day.” 

“Same to you, Y/n.” 

Charlie grabbed his things, waved at you, and walked out. After watching him drive away, you continued to open the bakery for the day. As you served the people coming in, you wondered if Charlie’s coming in would become a regular occurrence. Deep down, you hoped so.

***

Charlie Swan coming to the bakery became a daily habit. It pleased you not only because you were proud to have such a loyal customer, but also because the man was handsome and very nice, despite his usual awkward demeanor. He’d be one of the first people to come in, or the first if he had to go to the station early. You always savored the small talk you shared with him, silently begging for no one to come in when he talked because then he’d stay a little longer, no matter how many times he said that he should really be going.

You were really starting to like Charlie Swan, both as a friend and something more. Of course, you kept that part to yourself.

“Black coffee and a bagel.” It was more of a statement than a question as Charlie opened the door. He ordered the same thing every day; honestly, you admired his consistency.

“Yup.” He responded, pulling out his wallet before he even reached the counter. “Oh, by the way, I was wondering if you did like, deliveries? Or something like that?”

“Depends.” You answer. “I do catering and delivery for parties and stuff.”

“Ah,” Charlie clicked his tongue, seeming a little disappointed. “Was just wondering because I’ve been having to work a lot of late nights with all those bear attacks.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard a bit about those,” you sighed. “Poor people.”

“Yeah, I know. And anyways, if I’m being honest, your coffee’s better than the stuff we have at the station. But I get it if you don’t do that sort of thing.”

“I can do it!” You decide before even thinking about it. But when you gave it some thought, you remembered that you were the boss. If you went while one of your employees was working, they could surely hold down the fort for the ten minutes you’d be gone. “I, um, I can do that for you.”

“Really?” Although his expression didn’t change much, you could tell that Charlie’s eyes were lighting up. He must’ve really loved your coffee.

“Yeah! Perks of being your own boss.” You laugh, grabbing a piece of paper and writing down your number. “We don’t have a phone for the bakery yet; I just keep forgetting to do that. So this is my number.” You slid the paper over to Charlie, who grabbed it without letting his eyes leave you. “Just call me, and it’ll probably take me five to ten minutes to get to the station. We close at nine, but I stay way later than that most nights, so feel free to call whenever.”

Charlie pocketed the piece of paper like it was a precious item he didn’t want to get wrinkled or crumpled. 

“I’ll do that,” he said, reaching for his breakfast. “I’ll see you later, Y/n.”

“See you later, Charlie.” You watched him leave, and once he was out the door, you finally realized that you had just unabashedly given the cute Chief of Police your phone number. Telling him to call you anytime. 

And he did. At around eight that night, you got a call from an unknown number, and a somewhat groggy Charlie was speaking on the other end.

“Y/n?” He asked, as if he was unsure whether or not you had actually given him your number.

“Hey, Charlie!” you responded, clearly more awake than him. “Need a coffee?”

“Please.” He sounded desperate, and you were a bit embarrassed by the fact that his tone needed you to take a moment to recompose yourself. The way he said it was a bit whiny, but his voice was husky, probably from his tiredness. A long sigh came from the phone. “I feel like I’m going crazy over here.”

“Then I’ll be over soon.” 

You and Charlie said quick goodbyes to each other, and you went to the counter to make his coffee. You told Maddie, who was working the closing shift with you, that you’d be back soon, but she could lock up without you if needed. Then you were on your way to the police station.

The parking lot was empty except for one cruiser, which you guessed was Charlie’s. Walking into the building to find it empty and dark, aside from an office at the far end, confirmed your suspicions.

“Delivery for Chief Swan.” You say, knocking on his office door, which was cracked open the slightest bit. Charlie looked up at you from his desk, and you wouldn’t be surprised if your presence had awakened him from an unplanned nap. His dark curly locks were a tousled mess, probably the result of his hands constantly running through them, and his eyelids seemed heavy.

“My savior,” Charlie grumbled, sitting up the slightest bit and reaching for the large cup. You stood in silence as you watched him gulp down the hot liquid, wondering how he didn’t immediately stop in pain. You guessed that his fatigue made him immune somehow, or less caring about burning his throat. “Good stuff.”

“Maybe instead of drinking it and scalding yourself, you should head home?” You suggested with a small laugh.

“Too much to do,” Charlie said with a sigh, leaning back in his chair. “Too much going on for me to stop.”

“Well, it’s better to stop before you reach your limit, or you might be stopping for good.”

Charlie thought about what you said with a slight hum. His half-lidded eyes scanned his messy desk, cluttered with reports and other papers. To be completely honest, he was starting to doze off a little by the time you came, and words were starting to jumble together when he tried to read. 

“M’kay.” He sighed, taking another sip of coffee, this time wincing a bit at the heat. “You got a point there.” 

You watched as Charlie somewhat sluggishly got ready to leave. He threw on his jacket and turned off the lights, gesturing for you to leave the office first. When you got to the station’s front entrance, he held the door open for you.

“Thanks for the coffee.” He said after walking you to your car. “And drive safe.”

“Anytime,” you respond, opening the door and getting in the driver’s seat. “And the same goes for you.”

Charlie smiled, patting the top of your car as a farewell before walking over to his cruiser. Although he had turned on his car before you, he didn’t start driving until you left the parking lot.

***

A few months later, you were at your absolute busiest. Graduation was just around the corner, and almost every senior’s parent in Forks called asking if you could cater or do pick up orders for graduation parties. Although it meant your business would be booming for a while, you were slowly losing your sanity.

“Just a second!” You yelled from the back room after hearing the bell above the door ring. Carefully, you slid a large tray filled with cupcakes into one of your fridges and closed the door.

“Take your time!” Charlie yelled back, making you want to be as quick as possible. You wiped your hands on your apron and ran to the front, where Charlie greeted you with a smile. “Hey, Y/n. You busy?”

“Always am,” you laughed, leaning against the counter. “But I always have time for you, Charlie. Black coffee and a bagel?”

“You know me so well.” Charlie watched as you moved around, making his hot drink and picking out a bagel from the stack you had made this morning. “How are things?”

“Hectic.” You answer, rising from your crouched position to bag up the bagel. “But it’s nothing I can’t handle. Almost every parent has been ordering at least seventy-five cupcakes for their kids’ graduation parties, and there’s at least three parties happening every week.” You grabbed Charlie’s coffee, putting a lid on the cup before handing it to him. Despite it being scalding hot, he took a sip while he listened. “I’m grateful, obviously, but if I have to frost another cupcake, I think I’m gonna get carpal tunnel.”

“I forgot graduation parties were a thing,” Charlie said with a slightly embarrassed laugh. “I don’t know if Bella would want one, though; she kind of hates being the center of attention.”

“Well, if she decides to have one, you know who to call for the baked goods.” You say with a smile, taking Charlie’s cash and watching him put the change in the tip jar. You loved the familiarity and routine that you had with Charlie. Every day, he ordered the same thing without fail, asked how you were doing, used a bill that was anywhere between a few dollars more to over twice the amount needed, and put the change he got into your decorated tip jar. 

“I’ll ask her about it.” To most, it looked like Charlie was wearing a straight face. But you could tell that there was a slight upward curve to his lip. “Kinda hoping she says yes. I think it’d be fun.”

“Have a good day, Charlie.”

“Have a good day, Y/n.”

Later in the day, the bakery was crowded. School had just gotten out, and most of the kids came for a little pick-me-up, whether it was some kind of caffeinated drink or a sweet treat. Plus, some parents came by to pick up their party orders.

You didn’t expect to see Charlie in the crowd today, accompanied by a girl who seemed around high school age. You assumed that this was Bella, his daughter.

“Hey, Y/n.” Charlie greeted you once they reached the counter. “Place is packed.”

“Yup! I think finals are just around the corner, so these kids need all the help they can get.” You looked over at the young girl who stood next to Charlie. “Is this your daughter?”

“Yeah. Y/n, this is Bella. Bella, this is Y/n.” You greeted each other before Charlie spoke again. “I asked Bella about the whole graduation party thing, and she said it sounded like fun. So I decided to meet her here on my break so we could set up an order.”

“Awesome!” You grinned, grabbing an order form. Usually, you would be slightly dying on the inside if someone was making an order like this. But there seemed to be something about Charlie that diffused any annoyance or dread you would normally feel. “So, what were you thinking? Cupcakes?”

“Actually, we were thinking of a cake.” This answer made you perk up. Bella nodded, confirming the decision, which you quickly jotted down. While the three of you talked, Charlie’s radio on his shoulder sounded. “I gotta take this, I’ll be right back. Bells, just tell Y/n what you want, and I’ll pay for it. And if you want a drink or something, go ahead and order. Oh! Could I get a-”

“Black coffee?” You finished, giving Charlie a knowing smile. His usually pale cheeks seemed to turn pink, but you just chalked it up to the slightly warm and crowded room. “Of course, now go take your call.”

You waved Charlie away, who fought against the small crowd of students to get out of the building. You asked two of your employees to get on the register and start taking orders before turning back to Bella. As you wrote down what she wanted, she spoke somewhat timidly, as if she was saying something that was supposed to be a secret.

“He talks about you sometimes.” You looked at her with slight confusion. “My dad.”

“Oh?” Your heartbeat quickened at the information. It surprised you that Charlie thought of you outside of the bakery, let alone talked about you. “Really?”

“Yeah.” She bit her lip, trying to keep more from spilling. But it didn’t work. “Half of the time, he’s raving about your coffee.”

“It’s just black coffee,” you said with a shrug, flipping the pen around with your fingers to release your giddy energy.

“Yeah, but you’re the one who makes it. And the other half of the time, he’s talking about how nice you are.”

“He thinks I’m nice?” You were glad your employees were taking care of the other customers because you were now completely distracted from the task at hand. Bella nodded, and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “Well, I think he’s nice, too.”

“Who’s nice?” You and Bella jumped at Charlie’s surprise return.

“Uhh, no one.” You brushed off, quickly filling out the rest of the paper before turning it around and handing Charlie your pen. “Sign here, and we can get started on the order. Oh, did you want to do pick up or delivery?”

“Delivery,” Bella answered before Charlie could, eyes darting from you to her father. Neither of you opposed, so when you got the paper back, you marked the delivery option.

“Delivery it is.” You said, putting your pen in one of your apron pockets. “Charlie, I’ll get you your coffee. Bella, did you want anything?”

“No, I’m fine, thanks.” You nodded and quickly made a large black coffee. After checking them out and Charlie putting his change in the jar, you waved goodbye to the two Swans. “See you next week, Bella. And I’ll see you tomorrow, Charlie?”

“Of course.” He said with a smile before guiding Bella out of the shop.

You couldn’t wait to see Charlie Swan again.

***

A week later, you loaded Bella’s finished graduation cake into your car. After telling Maddie you’d be back soon, you got in the driver’s seat and drove to the Swan house. Everyone knew where everyone was in this town, but you still had your eyes glued to your map when they weren’t on the road, too scared to miss a turn. 

Soon, you pulled up to a white two-story house. You were confident that it was Charlie’s place when you saw his police cruiser and a red truck, which must have been Bella’s. There were a few cars scattered up and down the street, but you found a free spot right in front of the cop car. When you got out and grabbed the two-tiered cake, Charlie emerged from the front door.

“Y/n! You made it!” He jogged over to you as you closed the car door with a swing of your hip. “Here, lemme get that for ya.”

“You’re sweet, Charlie.” You carefully handed the cake to him and followed him inside. The place seemed to be packed with teens and their parents. Some stood out, and you knew exactly who they were from their pale complexions and beautiful features.

“Did you wanna stay for a bit?” Charlie asked as he set the cake down on a table. He scratched the back of his head, growing a bit shy. “You, uhh, you could taste your masterpiece. Mingle and stuff.”

“I should probably be getting back to the bakery…” You looked down at your watch. You supposed you could spare a few minutes. After all, you were the boss. Maddie was responsible; she would call you if she had any problems. “Well, I think I could stay a few minutes.”

“Great.” Charlie put on a large grin, one that you had probably never seen before. But it suited him nicely. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”

Charlie laid a hand on the small of your back to guide you through the small crowd. You already knew most of the people here, either regulars of yours or having recently become well acquainted with them because of delivery or pick-up orders. But then Charlie took you to a small group of people that you don’t remember every meeting, but you knew of them well.

“Y/n, these are the Cullens.” Charlie introduced. “Doctor Carlisle, his wife Esme, Bella’s boyfriend Edward, and his sister Alice.”

“It’s nice to meet you all.” You said kindly, shaking each hand that reached out to you. Their hands were cold, but that didn’t bother you. It was actually a bit refreshing after having your hands in and out of ovens for the past few weeks.

“Y/n made Bella’s cake,” Charlie said, proudly pointing to your creation on the table. “She owns Bear Claw Bakery. She’s… pretty amazing, at what she does.”

“I see that,” Carlisle said, looking at the cake. “Amazing detail, I bet it looks even better up close. You’re quite talented.”

“All you need is a steady hand.” You said, not used to compliments or attention like this. 

“Well, I know a thing or two about that,” Carlisle said with a laugh. You laughed along, and you couldn’t help but notice Charlie’s hand move to wrap more around your waist.

“Thank you for making Bella’s cake,” Edward said, his voice cool and even. “I’m sure she’ll love it.”

“She will,” Alice said with finality, as if she had already seen Bella’s reaction to the cake.

“Thank you.” You couldn’t help but lean slightly into Charlie; he was just so warm and comfortable. He seemed a bit surprised but didn’t reject your actions. Instead, he welcomed them with a squeeze on your waist. “I was happy to do it, really.”

“Do you want a drink?” Charlie asked, leaning close to you to ask.

“Sure.” As Charlie guided you to the kitchen, you looked over your shoulder at the Cullens. “It was nice to meet you!” They all gave similar and polite responses. And then they were out of view, and you and Charlie were alone in the kitchen.

For a while, you and Charlie stayed in the kitchen, watching people pass by to talk to others or get a refreshment. This was the first time you were around Charlie in a non-professional environment. You were both nervous and ecstatic.

“So, how’d you get into, uh, baking and stuff?” Charlie asked, taking a swig of his beer. You took a sip of your Coke before responding.

“My mom, I think. Every birthday or special occasion, she always insisted on making a giant cake or cupcakes or whatever, instead of buying it from the store. I liked to help her, mainly because she’d let me eat the leftover frosting and pour the batter in the pan.” You leaned on the counter, smiling fondly at the memories that ran through your head. “Even when you’re by yourself, I think it’s really special. I dunno, that’s kind of a sappy answer, but-”

“No, no.” Charlie shook his head before smiling at you. “I think that’s really sweet.”

After a brief moment of eye contact, you both took a sip of your drinks, lifting them to your lips and setting them down simultaneously.

“Are you doing anything this Saturday?” The question surprised you and Charlie, even though Charlie had asked it. But he didn’t take it back. Instead, he waited for a response while anxiously tapping his fingers against his beer bottle.

“Maybe.” You said with a shrug. “Why do you ask?”

“Well…” Charlie’s fingers smoothed over his mustache, which you had noticed to be a habit of his when he was thinking. “I’ve never really baked before, I think. And you make it sound like a lot of fun. So… I dunno, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come over or something, and we could make something?”

“I’d love to.” You said, butterflies filling your stomach. 

“Really?” Charlie seemed relieved by your answer, and you nodded swiftly to solidify it. “Great! Maybe this time, I can make you a coffee.”

“I’d like that a lot.” You took a sip of your Coke to contain your growing smile, but it didn’t help much. Your giddiness was infectious, Charlie feeling the exact excitement you were.

***

When Saturday came, you had an extra pep in your step. You made sure to put a slight bit more effort into your appearance before you left. You knew you didn’t have to impress Charlie in any way, but this felt like a sort of milestone. You were going to spend time with him outside of work, doing one of your favorite activities together.

“Bella’s out with Edward,” Charlie said as he let you into the house. “So we’ll have the house to ourselves.”

“Sounds good to me.” You responded, setting your bag on the kitchen counter and pulling out a recipe card.

“So, what are we making?” He asked, clapping his hands and rubbing them together as he looked over your shoulder.

“Black Forest gâteau.” You answered, looking down at the card and then up at Charlie. He seemed slightly confused, but looked like he didn’t want you to know he was confused. You laughed lightly. “Basically, a chocolate cake with cherry filling.”

“Ah.” Charlie nodded in understanding. “Sounds delicious.”

While you started taking ingredients out of your bag, Charlie made a pot of coffee for the both of you. After pouring himself a plain black coffee, he asked you what you wanted in yours. When he was finished, he handed you the warm mug, and you both simultaneously took a sip. You sighed in delight.

“Delicious.” You said, giving him a wink before turning back to your ingredients. Charlie took another gulp of coffee to hide his flusteredness before moving to stand next to you.

You guided Charlie through the recipe, working together to measure ingredients and mix them. While pouring the batter into a few cake pans, you made light conversation about your days since Bella’s party. After the pans were put in the oven to bake, you made the cherry filling to put between the layers. 

“This is really nice.” You said, slowly dropping down to sit in front of the oven to watch the cake layers bake for the next few minutes. Charlie dried his hands and walked over to you, looking down at you curiously. “Thanks for having me over.”

Charlie crouched next to you and sighed, probably because he wasn’t used to sitting on the floor. He mirrored your position, legs crisscrossed and elbows resting on his knees.

“No problem.” 

The two of you watched the cakes slowly rise through the small oven window. Basking in the quiet and comfortable moment, you couldn’t help but lean over and rest your head on Charlie’s shoulder. 

“This is really nice.” You repeated, albeit quieter, even though there was no need to whisper. Charlie’s head tilted to rest on yours, lifting his bent right leg and planting his foot on the floor to be more comfortable.

“Yeah…” Charlie’s hand drifted towards yours, and in a moment of bravery, you grabbed it and intertwined his fingers with yours. “It is.”

***

Over the next two months, you and Charlie grew closer than you ever thought possible. He still came to the bakery every day for his coffee and bagel. But almost every weekend, you’d go to each other’s house to make some kind of treat, and Charlie always insisted on making coffee for both of you. 

Getting closer to Charlie meant you also got closer to Bella. She was a bit reserved, spending most of her time with her boyfriend and his family. But you were able to make conversation with her whenever you were both at the Swan house. It was usually only a few minutes, the sweet spot where you had arrived and Bella was about to leave. But it was special to you.

You were a bit shocked when you found out that Bella and Edward were getting married in August, just under two months after they had graduated high school. Bella hadn’t even turned nineteen yet. But you knew love when you saw it, and it wasn’t like you had a say on the matter. Bella was grateful, however, for you being able to calm Charlie down when he found out about it.

When she told you she was getting married, Bella asked if you could make the wedding cake. You didn’t even think before saying yes, feeling honored that she wanted you to do it. After some talking, you both decided on a green triple-tiered cake covered in fondant flowers to resemble a meadow.

“You did amazing.” Charlie had snuck up behind you during the reception, the two of you looking at the cake you had worked so hard on.

“Thank you, bear.” You don’t really remember how Charlie’s nickname came about, but it fit him so well that you started to refer to him with the nickname more than his real name. Although you weren’t together, it was said with all the affection and love you held for him.

Music echoed throughout the Cullens’s backyard, where the wedding and reception were held. It was a beautiful forest, lit by fairy lights strung around tall trees. 

“Do you wanna dance?” Charlie asked timidly, looking at the dancefloor littered with people for a moment before returning to you. “I mean, I’m not much of a dancer. But if you want to, I-”

“I’d love to.” You cut him off with a bright smile, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the crowd.

Despite saying he wasn’t a dancer, Charlie moved well. He kept one of your hands in a gentle grip while his other was planted firmly on your waist, radiating warmth. As you listened to the music, you rested your head on his chest, sighing contently. 

“I love you, Charlie Swan,” you said softly, too relaxed and in the moment to keep your filter. You felt Charlie stiffen under you briefly before he, too, relaxed. He held your hand tighter, keeping it to his chest.

“I love you too, Y/n L/n.” You lifted your head just enough to look at him. The soft look he gave you made you weak at the knees, but you found the strength to reach up to kiss him. 

“Alice,” Bella said softly to her new sister-in-law, the two girls watching you and Charlie closely, unbeknownst to you. “Do you think this’ll last? Them, I mean.”

Alice turned to Bella and smiled before looking back at the two of you. You broke apart from the kiss and continued to dance.

“I’ve had the same vision of them since I met Y/n. They get to grow old together.”

“So Charlie will be happy? And Y/n?” Alice placed a comforting hand on Bella’s shoulder, knowing why she was asking these questions. The Cullens knew what Bella wanted, and Bella knew it would probably kill Charlie when she got what she had been chasing after for so long.

“The happiest. Whatever it is they have, it’s special. You won’t have to worry about either of them.”

Bella sighed in relief, patting Alice’s hand.

“Thanks.”

[cloudycera]

Guardian Shazam interactions I’ve decided make sense.

*HomeSchooled?*

Freddy: I’ll give you whatever book you want but I can’t teach you nothing.

Mary: No one was asking, Billy when you first said you were home schooled I was under the impression you meant it. You know like someone was teaching you.

Billy: I did mean it Mary, I just teach myself at home, that counts. I can read perfectly fine and I can do basic math and stuff.

Freddy: Then why do you want the textbooks?

Billy: It’s nice to know what kids are up to nowadays!! Always exciting to get my hand on actual schoolwork so I know I’m not that behind.

Freddy:……..Please just ask me to get you something inappropriate next time-OW!

Mary: Be quiet. I get it Billy, learning is still important even if you don’t go to school, I’ll bring you some of my homework and teach it to you if you want.

Billy: Thanks Mary :D

*Lovely Little Lady in the Justice League*

G.Shazam: I know it’s weird but I can fling half of you 50 feet in the air with one hand so please stop staring at me.

Superman: I apologise I’m just still confused on how you and Batman came to this agreement?

G.Arrow: Yeah what could’ve possessed him to string you into the league.

G.Shazam: Oh I wasn’t “stringed?”- em- “Strung along”? It’s not like that I wanted to join because it seemed like it’d be nice to get to know more heroes.

Batman: And I lost a good game of Poker in hell.

Flash: Excuse me?

Batman: Long story, Ms. Shazam helped me out and I when she asked if she could join I couldn’t say no…..apparently Lucifer is really scared of her.

G.Shazam: Oh you didn’t lose Mr. Batman, demons don’t play regular poker so they were definitely cheating and Mr.Lucifer never calls them out on their bad behaviour. I didn’t help you to get in the league promise, it’d be mean if I just left you with all that trouble.

Wonder Woman: Hahah! No need to be shy young one we can all see your honesty.

Superman: *whispering* Are you sure this is a good idea, she’s a kid?

Batman: She’s level headed, humble and works good in a team. With enough guidance who knows how far she’ll go, plus there’s nothing wrong with adding a youthful perspective.

Superman:…….”Youthful Perspective” Bruce….. You have like 9 kids how much youthful perspective do you need.

Batman: They’re not in the League.

Superman: That’s your only justification?!

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Modern AU where there are books based on what happened to them like in Supernatural (you're not supposed to take this seriously, it's a humerous take):

Robin: *shrieks* Steeeve!

Steve: *drops everything and runs into the living room of their shared apartment* What?

Robin: I'm reading online, and these people are shipping me with Nancy!

Steve: You mean my ex-girlfriend Nancy? The one who I was maddeningly in love with and who I once pictured being a stay at home dad for while she took the world by storm? That Nancy? I'm no longer in love with her, so if you did want to -

Eddie: *popping his head in* I've met Nance, so I don't blame you for once being in love with her. Hey, why are we talking about Nancy?

Robin: They're shipping me with Nance online.

Eddie: Is it possible to unhear something? Don't they know you're into blondes and redheads?

Robin: They did not get the memo. *scowls* They hate Vickie. For no reason other than the fact they're we are too much alike. I love that! We never run out of things to talk about! I love to talk! I love you, Steve, but we have to have some boundaries.

Steve: Well, if things don't work out with Vickie and you did want to date Nancy, I wouldn't have a problem with it. I just want you to be happy.

Robin: Aww. That's the biggest load of crap that I've ever heard you come with for me. *calls Vickie and puts her on speakerphone* Hey, babe.

Vickie: If you're calling me to tell me that you're leaving me for Nance, I understand. I just want you to be happy.

Robin: Oh, boy. You're hanging out with Steve too much. By the way, if we ever break up and that's a big if, and you date Steve, I'll be devastated.

Vickie: *gasps* I would never! That's a huge boundary to cross. I would never do that to you or to Eddie.

Eddie: Thanks, babe!

Steve and Robin: Don't call her babe!

Robin: See, you would have a problem with it.

Steve: Yeah, but I would just bury it deep, deep down, and let it fester just to make you happy.

Robin: Aw, babe, that's really unhealthy. It's okay not to be okay with something.

Steve phone rings. It's Nancy. He puts it on speakerphone.

Nancy: They're shipping me with your platonic soulmate, Steve! Don't they know that I cheated on you with Jonathan?!

Robin: Yeah, there's a whole Ross and Rachel, "we were on a break" thing about it online. Some people don't think you broke up, and some people think you did.

Nancy: We just called each other bullshit!

Vickie: *sniggers* Guys, shipping is supposed to be a fun, not so serious thing. It doesn't have to mean anything.

Nancy: This does not feel very fun. I would never get in the way of two best friends. No, offense, Robin, but you're not my type. I just broke up with Jonathan so I could focus on my career. Why can't I be single for once?

Robin: There's nothing wrong with being a strong, independent, career driven woman!

Vickie: *gasps* Oh, no. You guys should not see who they ship Steve with.

Robin: *scrolls through Tumblr and gasps* Oh, babe, you have it way worse.

Steve: *looks at her phone and shrieks* Billy?! The same racist who nearly killed me and smashed a plate over my head?! The same guy who threatened to run over the kids? Who broke Max's skateboard? The same guy who made Max feel too scared to go to sleep at night? That Billy?!!

Eddie: Stevie. . .do you want to live off the grid and escape the internet?

Steve: How would we stay in contact with people?

Eddie: Birds, baby, we'll train them to send messages.

Robin: Oh, hey, I found a fic where you're being railed by Hopper, Steve.

Steve: *shrieks* My dad?!

[winniethewife]

It's undeniably real (Layla El-Faouly x The Moonknight system x Reader)

Chapter 1: Then, it's the best feeling I've even known

Words: 1282

Warning: sex mentioned not described.

Three months ago when my best friend, and childhood crush, Layla El-Faouly reached out asking if I would like to possibly be in a threesome with her and her Husband Marc I was surprised. One they never seemed the type for Non-Monogamy, and Two I was pretty sure Layla was over her Bi-curious phase a long time ago. It was a pretty amazing night. I was pretty sure I would never have sex that good again, but I was very wrong. I have sex like that all the time. About a week after that night they had invited me over again, this time, I found out a lot more. About Marc’s DID, About Steven and Jake, about Moon-knight, and their adventures around the world. I felt like I could probably take that all into stride as their friend, then came the next surprise.

They asked me out.

They wanted me to be in a relationship with them, all of them. I had felt like my heart stopped that second. It took me sometime to process it and decide.

It had been a long day at work, I had just managed to get in the door and get out of my work clothes when there was a knock at the door. I went to take a look though my peephole It was Marc. I opened the door with a half smile on my face.

“Hey, Marc. Come on in.” I smiled and gestured for him to come inside.

“Hey, I’m sorry to not call or something before coming over I...I needed to see you.” He says in his usual gruff voice. He needed to see me? This was something else.

“Oh, um Okay.” I closed the door after he walked in. “Is something wrong?”

“Look, I thought it would be a good idea if, I asked you on a date, and they Want to ask you on a date as well, Especially Jake, He and Layla, don’t exactly get along…It’s a long story.” He seemed anxious about it, about asking me out.

“Does Layla also want a date? Is this some kinda trail period? First four dates free?” I try to lighten the mood with a joke. Marc smirks and chuckles.

“Yeah, something like that. I’m sure Layla would enjoy that. Sorry…this is still new to me…to us.” He rubs the back of his neck and averts his gaze.

“And not to me.” Admittedly my last triad hadn’t ended well but I had more experience in this than they did. “Anyway you feel about it is totally normal. Its how you act on those feelings that matters.” We sat in the living room for hours after that. Talking about how he felt, talking about how the others felt, and talking about how we all felt about Layla. I put my hand on his knee at one point and he after thinking for a second put his hand on mine, and that’s when I think I knew, no matter how those first dates went, I was saying yes.

~

Now three months later I’m grocery shopping with Layla, trying to figure out what one of the boys wrote on the shared grocery list, her arm around my waist as I’m holding the list.

“I can’t read Jake’s handwriting, what the hell does this say?” She points at it.

“Horchata Mix.” I laugh

“How can you read that?”

“He leaves me little love notes, like in the book I’m reading or on my bathroom mirror. I had to figure out what they said. So I made a cipher.”

“Well Jeeze, For all the times I managed to get him to talk to me all he could do was cuss me out.” Layla chuckles. Layla and Jake had a rough start of it, when He first showed up he brought chaos into their lives again and after they had just managed to settle down again. Layla had every right to feel like she did, but Jake also had a right to live a life, and for some reason, He really liked living his life with me. Which made me think of our first “free date”

~

“Dress for dancing. Can’t wait to see you. -J” That’s all the text said. The text made me laugh. The short black dress that hugs every curve of my body, the comfortable dance heels from my days in dance class, delicate makeup, hair done nicely. I thought I did well. I was surprised when Marc and Layla had said Jake wanted to take me out first. Apparently he had practically begged. I thought they were kidding at first, until I had gotten the text from Jake. Once I was ready I checked my phone to see a text from Jake.

“Outside. –J”

I felt my heart start to race as I left the building. He was standing outside his car, a flirtatious smirk on his face, It was a little odd to see Marc’s body but know it wasn’t him, how he held himself, the way he dressed, it was all very different. I walked up to him. I looked him over for the first time, he was dressed very nice, dress pants, white button up, dark tie, and the pageboy cap pulled over his dark curls was a good touch.

“It’s good to finally meet you Hermosa. You look stunning.”  His Spanish accent was a bit of a surprise.

“Thank you Jake, It’s really nice to meet you too.” I smile and lean in to kiss his cheek, a soft chuckle leaves his lip before returning the favor.

“Tu eres muy dulce…” His Honeyed words hit my ear and a shiver goes down my back. He opened the car door for her and she sat down in the car. As we drove to the dance hall we made some simple conversation. We pull into the parking lot of the dance hall and Jake is a gentleman the whole way in, opening doors, taking my hand, ordering my drink, it was quite sweet. But I had no idea what I was in for when we hit the dance floor.

He takes one of my hands in his and his other wraps around my waist, and he gives me a warm smile. It was my turn to surprise him by knowing where to hold myself in a starting dance position, a small smirk on my face as he chuckles and we start to dance together. I feel my heart thumping in my chest as His dark brown eyes met mine, something in the quality behind them, was different then when Marc looked at me. Everything about him was sensual, every touch, every turn, every second I felt like I was dancing on air. At some point we took a break and sat down to talk.

“Where did you learn to dance Muñeca?” He asks

“I took a bunch of classes in college, and some more recently with my ex. ” I answered honestly “And you?”

“If I told you I’d have to kill you.” He says with a chuckle. I laughed.

“Alright keep you’re secrets Lockley.”

“How else am I gonna keep you on your toes? Hm?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me and I couldn’t help but laugh again.

~

I put the blue bag of Horchata Mix in the cart with a smile then looked up at Layla. Her coffee eyes looked at me with an affection I had learned to enjoy over the last three months. I was thankful every single second I had with them. I had learned many times over the years that love like this is rare and fleeting, I just hope this time it lasts.

~

Masterlist

Chapter 2

[in3rci4]

Hi, can i get a tbp x male (or gn) reader that is new in town and they're the same age as the tbp boys but only looks older since they're taller and a bit more muscular than them. They don't speak English but understand it.

Thanks, have a great day/night

Thank you for sending a request <3 , I'm thankful you gave me the GN ! Reader because I feel it's the most comfortable one to write , I hope you also have great day / night too buddy !

〰️THE BLACK PHONE BOYS X NEW IN TOWN READER 〰️

Characters included : Finney Blake ( Minus mention of Gwendolyn Blake ), Robin Arellano , Bruce Yamada , Billy Showalter , Griffin Stagg , Vance Hopper

Warning of following headcanons ¿? : The Black phone x reader characters content , since it was requested the reader will have a certain type of looks and doesn't speak English , slight angst ¿? , bullying , GN ! Reader , the reader does exercise , some characters may take longer to read than others , reader is good at mathematics ¿? , desk mates thrope sometimes ¿? racism , mute shaming , agression ¿?

FINNEY BLAKE

You were a new student in school and everybody talked about how old you look and that you're probably a repeater He believed it at first too

Except for the slightly notorious musculature in your body , you were pretty average at first sight , so yeah , you were someone new in town , but that's it

Until you get inside the classroom ( the same as Finney ) and tried to talk with the teacher about your situation since you wouldn't be able to be as participating as you wish since you can't speak English yet

Everybody started to laugh and mock your poor attempts , the teacher sushed the giggles down and explain that you're a foreigner but you're still understand everyone's words

You appreciated the gesture , but the damage was already done , now everyone's side eye and mean starting was even worse than before , and it's not like you can talk back either ...

If there's something worse than a hairy eyeball , is a entire class giving you that type of glare or giggling shamelessly in your presence

He felt bad for you , and since his table was the only left to sit on , you were his new desk mate now

" don't listen to them , at least you tried "

You smiled and he smiled back

He thinks you look really pretty when you smile .

The next minutes were free since the teacher got outside to talk with a parent , he told you that even if he's not that fan of participating , he could read the answers of your work if you wanted to , maybe teach you to speak English better

You wrote a note " Can you stop at my house after school tomorrow so you can teach me ? I'll pay you , don't worry "

You passed the note , Finney was going to grab his pen and write too , but instead he said :

" Yeah sure , if that's cool with you I'll go , and you don't have to pay me , I'm just helping , that's all "

Yeah .... That's was all ....

You smiled and moved your lips to say "Thank you " in silence

You got yourself a pretty handsome tutor , huh ?

Oh if Gwen didn't tease the hell of out him , but he couldn't stop smiling like a idiot , can you blame him though ?

Tomorrow it would just the two of you , and he'll hear your voice much clearly and appreciate it like he wants to

GRIFFIN STAGG

He was on the library reading " Pleasant Dreams : Nightmares " by Robert Bloch when he saw a shadow towering him , and when he lift his head up to see , he told you almost automatically by instinct that he doesn't have any lunch money

You frowned in confusion and shook your head , and pointed at the book

Now Griffin was the confused now , you're interested in what he's reading ? Or you're confusing the book with another one that school tells you to read as assignment ?

You weren't speaking , and neither him , wich was very awkward , so you decided to sit next him , take notebook out of your backpack and write in a teared page :

{ Sorry , I don't speak English but i understand it , you also had read it too ? It's really spooky and has a lot of cool stories }

So that was the reason you weren't speaking.... Interesting . Well , besides your looks you don't seem like a bad person , maybe he could try and write something too ?

{ I didn't finished it yet , I was just about to start the " Catnip " story , you read it before ? Do you like horror books ? }

You tossed that piece of paper around until it was full and you tore apart another page to keep the " conversation " , you both had a lot in common , and he didn't expected you to be the same age as him !

The time was over and you both needed to head to class , but surprise , surprise , you two shared classes !

When you two got your homework done of the day during class , you continued your paper writing until the class was over

Now how could he keep talking to you if he didn't have any papers to write anymore ?

Wait .... He can , but he needs to be one talking

Darn , he's not that much of a talker , or well , he never had the opportunity before

Guess he has to do an exception for you , huh ?

For the following time , he became your friend and extrovert one of the two so you don't lose interest in him

For the sake of your friendship , maybe if you want to , in the future something more

VANCE HOPPER

" New kid in town " , that was your nickname , "Pin Ball Vance Hopper " was his

But one day , your nickname changed , and that day was the day you met Vance at the Grab n Go

You were taking your time looking at the snacks on the shelves since you never tried them before and wanted to spend your money fairly , and then you felt someone pushed you out of the way

Disoriented , you tripped , and bumped into the Pin Ball machine , his Pin Ball machine

The kids on the mall gasped when they heard the sound of the score lowering down , like a rabid dog , he grabbed your arm and started to shake and yell you :

" You fucking piece of dumbass , you made me lose my game ! You know how many times I tried to beat that fucking score , huh !?"

You were so shocked that you couldn't even move or plead for some mercy over you , just stay there and look at him like a deer in lights

" So !? Speak ! Are you mute or what !?"

It was almost like your staring and silence was way worse than any insult that Vance has received , are you challenging him ? Are you waiting for him to throw a punch or an insult at you ? Why are you looking at him like that with those eyes ?

Then with a stuttered voice , you tried to say that you were sorry and that you were pushed against the machine by other people that no longer are on the mall in the best way you could mixing your language with english words

With a irritated sigh , he let go of your arm , but not before saying :

" You own me , remember that dip shit "

You went out of the mall almost running away , kinda relieved it didn't end in something worse

Then the next day , your first day in school , you found yourself in the same room as him , again , and the cherry of the cake , you were gonna be his desk mate

You avoided the slightest eye contact or accident that could happen so you didn't made him mad again , he was a short fuse even with the teachers that pissed him off

The mathematics exam day came and you were about to finish the whole thing in the first 10 minutes ( good thing that the mathematics are almost the same around the world ) , but in the corner of your eye you saw a puzzled Vance trying to figure out the content inside of that paper

And yeah ... He was an asshole , and you didn't need to risk your grades for him , but you owned him , right ?

When the teacher turned around , you touched his arm and silently pushed a little bit your exam to his side . He was confused at first , but the same eyes that stared at him in terror at the Grab n Go before , were telling him now to take the opportunity

Smirking , he noted your answers with the smart of a student that has cheated multiple times before , and then pretended to be frustrated by the exam a few minutes more for " extra credibility "

The very next day , when you both received A+ in your exams , he looked at your direction with hesitation

" Thanks for the A I guess , but why you did it ? "

You wrote in your notebook with his pen that was near by and showed it to him

" I owned you :) "

Since then , you started learning to throw hands with him and Vance to insult in your language , that was if he wasn't playing his adored Jungle Queen Pin Ball Machine with you by his side

Let's just say that your nickname changed to " the new in town kid " to " Vance's protected one" real quick

BRUCE YAMADA

He was the one assigned to guide you through school and he was excited to do so , he tried his best to make you feel at home because even if he's a very popular boy , he still understands the struggles of changing schools and being a foreigner

So he invited you to sit on his table , be on his team on P.E classes ( where your teacher jokingly told Bruce to watch out for the competition , although he understood this as a " This kid can be better than you " because of your body than " you have watch out for any other trying to steal them from you " way ) , go to his games , community reunions , etc

You liked his social and outgoing nature and appreciated his invitations and including in his group of friends , but you felt like a fish out of the water , you couldn't talk that much and you only listened and responded one or two questions that they had about you

Not only that , you felt like his friends weren't that fond of you , almost like they only tolerate you because of Bruce

Your theory was confirmed when Bruce invited you to a party and in the moment you were alone , they started to ask you passive aggressive questions like , " You also came here for easy jobs ?" " Your parents are immigrants too or one of them married an American to get free pass ?" " In your country people are quiet like you ?" " If you are able to understand us , then why you can't talk to us too , huh ?" " Do you talk at all or what ?"

Uncomfortable with their tone you tried to leave and tell Bruce however you could that you wanted to leave , but they didn't let you , and started to push you around in a circle while laughing that you couldn't tell them anything back while insulting you with all the names they had for your people

It wasn't until Bruce asked what's going on and put an arm around you in a comfort and assertive way that they stopped , Bruce told them that it wasn't cool to make someone feel that way for where they come from or their personalities , but they started to clap back racist insults and mute shaming you and you couldn't handle it anymore

He tried to find you inside and outside of the party , but you were already gone .

The next week on the hallway he grabbed your wrist gently asking you to go somewhere private , that it wasn't anything funny , just to talk about what happened that night on a empty art classroom that nobody uses

" Hey I'm really , really , sorry for what happened that night , I didn't know they were going to do that or say those things , I wouldn't let you alone or go to the party in the first place if I did . I just wanted to let you know that I don't share at all their opinions about you , nobody chooses where they come from or learns to speak a entire language in one day , if they can't understand that , then it's better for them to mind their business "

You nodded , but you were just not going to sit near him or his friends anymore , he seemed sincere on his apology , but a voice in the back of your mind was telling you to keep your distance , because maybe , just maybe , it was his idea all along

On the old local gym where the entrance money is cheaper than the modern one in town that everyone goes , you were exercising on your own trying to clear your mind and letting the stress in your body

Until you hear a familiar voice from behind you

" Hey , mind if take those dumbbells ?"

Is he following you ? You only nodded and continue to work out

" Hey , uh , do have a minute to talk ? Or well , listen ?"

You frowned but listened anyways

" I know that things have been awkward lately but... It's ok for you if we hang out somewhere else ? Just the two of us , no one else "

You thought about it for a second.... But damn if he wasn't cute and made you fell for his charm every single time

Bruce with time got closer and more comfortable to be open with you and vice versa , he recommended you an English tutor to help you speed up your pronunciation , started to invite you and only you to his house , plan " dates that weren't dates " until the rumours of you two going around became true

What can he say ? Athletic , smart , attractive and non judging , he felt free to be himself with you , and that , is something that the girls that were crazy over him could never do

That's why they and his old friends give you the hairy eyeball , but you couldn't care less about it

ROBIN ARELLANO

Robin was minding his business while looking inside his locker for that stupid mathematics book , but he noticed that the next locker on his right wasn't the same big dude with sweat smell anymore , but you , a new pretty face that seemed to like being in shape

Contrary of what students think , he's an awkward boy maybe that's why he gets along with Finney so well , and yes he had some street and fighting knowledge , but he wasn't a Casanova at all

So lost in his thoughts about what he could possibly do or say to look cool and start a chit chat with you , that he didn't notice that you were already gone

Carajo , you really don't like being late to class , huh ?

He damned himself for being too slow and headed to Mr Johnson's class

But , but , but , his locker " neighbor" was already inside , sitting right in front of his seat . Mr Johnson , being the energetic and hurried man that he is didn't waste no time in telling Robin to sit down to start the explanation

He didn't care to listen before , it was useless on his opinion because either way he wouldn't understand a thing , but since his grades are being under the line of average he needed to pay attention , but with you " blocking " the view , it was more difficult if only you weren't so cute to look on

Explanation over , class assignment was on , and you were the first one to finish it , and for everyone's surprise , Mr Johnson didn't find any mistake , so you were free until everyone finished their ones

But there's something that Robin noticed , and it's that you never speak in class or with anyone at all , maybe you're shy ? Perhaps mute ?

Well , he needed to find out . He touched your shoulder and tried to ask you how did you resolved everything in no time , you were hesitating in talking , so he thought that you being a shy was a thing , but then you started to slowly try to put English words together in a sentence , and then he understood everything

You are not only new in school , but also a foreigner . He then sighed and , without realizing , smiling at you while saying :

" Hey it's cool , chill , no need to try if you don't want to . You understand me , right ?"

You nodded and smiled shyly

" Ok , how about I speak , and you answer with yes or no until you learn a little bit to talk English , sounds good ? "

You nodded once again , and turned back with your cheeks burning from the blush . He's not that much of a talker , but he more than anyone knows how hard it is to go to school and not having English as your first language that's why he fails with fast talker teachers so why not befriend you and letting you know that he has your back ?

He skipped P.E before your arrive , but now , he's showing the hell off , every chance that he gets to prove how strong he is will be taken

He needs to climb a rope faster than any other kid in P.E ? Right on jumping to action . Need help with a heavy book or backpack ? Does the teacher want strong boys to move chairs and tables ? He's the first one to offer help

It's already obvious , or at least for the majority , that you being one of Robin's best friend crush makes you , even without you noticing it , untouchable , and whoever dares to touch you , would be in less than a week with a serious injury on their faces for testing your kindness and Robin's patience . Trust me , he will make sure they will stay visible for a long time for others that had the same thought back off

Finney catched the attentive attitude of his friend and started to help you learn English or other subjects that you both are having difficulties ( He has a love - hate type of relationship with being the third wheel , but he knows Robin would do the same for him , so he accepts it )

You shared your exercise routine and he loved it , well , he loved everything about you , the food you make , the music of your origin country , your language slangs , everything

Be patient , one day he'll loose the fear of ruining the friendship between you two and you'll be going around like lovers do

BILLY SHOWALTER

Thanks to his job he knows almost everyone in the neighborhood or at least recognizes their faces ( this last thing is the most common one )

Coming back home after finishing his route he saw you carrying a bag of groceries , he didn't recognize you , but didn't give it that much of attention until you fell down to the ground for tripping over a tiny little rock

He stopped his bike and ran in your direction to help , he tried to put back all the groceries but Harper started to lick them off while barking when she got scolded for it

He grabbed your arms and helped you to get up , unintentionally feeling your biceps and getting a little flustered but didn't showed it ( damn you must strong if you had those in your arms he thought )

Just a little clumsy , but he can't speak that much either , counting how many times he fell down his bike for one sec distractions

You put back what was left of groceries and thanked him in your language , he was surprised , he never heard anyone speak another language before outside English except on the TV , so he asked you to repeat yourself , not in a threatening way , he just wanted to hear again the words that you spoke

You repeated yourself , and he laughed in surprise , its so cool !

Even if you did what he asked you to , he didn't know that if you understood English completely

" Wait , you understand English , right ? like , everything in English ? Did you already tried one of our best America's stuff ? Do you listen american or british singers or ..? "

He never speaks that much , he's somehow someone reserved with his words but this time he was too excited to hold back , although he came back to himself when he realized he was being a little too much

He walked you home asking a you a lot of questions that you only answered shaking or nodding your head , giving advices that he thought would be useful to you , telling how nice the the neighborhood is , America's best traditions , food that you needed to try , movies , in general being excited to show off his love for the United States

Once you got inside waving your hand , he couldn't help to hop on his bike again and ride as fast as he could to his home and tell his family about you , he met a strong and cute foreigner for the first time today !

The times that he encounter you , now in a much calmer way , he would try to get to know you and your culture , so slowly you two got a cultural exchange , he inviting to his house and 4th of July festivals , carnavals , thanksgiving , you get it

And since he was nice to you and didn't mind you or your inability to speak English , with time he started to go to your house as well , your family jokingly making you embarrassed by saying you didn't waste time on finding a boyfriend

So in general , don't be afraid to be yourself around him , he would love to show you how great America is , and it's ok if you don't want to try everything that he says , as long as you still being friends with him , he's satisfied

Who knows , maybe one day you both could live the American Dream together

[nebulablakemurphy]

Total Eclipse Of The Heart (Part 13)

Summary: Jacob Black, alpha of his pack, would never fall in love with a bloodsucker, much less imprint on one. The problem is that Y/N Swan was human…until she wasn’t anymore.

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Jacob is out the door of Billy’s without a word. Preparing to run, as fast and far as his legs will carry him.

“Jacob,” Y/N trails after him.

“Go back inside, honey.”

“Please,” Y/N tries again, “don’t go.”

Jacob sighs, his feet firmly planted by the imprint and her hold on him.

Y/N closes the distance between them. Content in the safety of his arms, his warmth. “I’m sorry. I need you.”

He rests his heated cheek atop her head. “I’m here.” The wolf inside of him begs to be released. It feels wrong to stand on two legs when he wants to run.

“I can talk to Carlisle, see what he can do if you don’t want to…” Y/N forces the words past her lips, “do this right now.”

Jacob shutters, fighting the intense urge to phase. “No.”

“Then what do you want?”

“We are going to talk to Carlisle and figure out how to make this safe for you and our baby.” Jacob murmurs, “we’re gonna read baby books and choose a name. Set up a nursery and hang your dreamcatcher over the crib. This is ours, Y/N. Our kid, our family. The rest of it doesn’t matter.”

Y/N nods against his shoulder.

Jacob slips a hand between them, resting on her lower belly, feeling the slight warmth of the life growing within.

“I like Jacob.”

“I would hope so, it’s a little late to change your mind.”

“I mean as a name.” Y/N smiles, “I like Jacob.”

He doesn’t feel like the type of person they should name their kid after. “I like Y/N.”

She huffs a laugh. “We should keep looking for baby names.”

“Whatever you want.” Jacob presses his lips to her hair.

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Y/N and Jacob arrive at the Cullen’s door, to find them standing watch with worried faces. It’s late, Renesmee must be asleep, Edward and Bella must be in their cottage.

Jasper is there, he can feel the worry and despair and betrayal.

No one’s seen them in weeks, only catching up via call and text. It reminds Jacob of the night Y/N was bitten.

The door swings open and Carlisle doesn’t need to read minds to know what’s happening. Jacob is wearing the same expression as Edward returning from his honeymoon.

Esme makes her way to the entrance beside her husband, “what’s happened?”

“You said we were a family.” Y/N murmurs, unable to meet her eyes.

“We are.” Carlisle offers a gentle smile.

“We need our family.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Esme is beside Y/N in an instant, wrapping her up in a hug. “Come in.”

Y/N holds her, tightly. It feels good to hug someone besides Jacob, without the fear of hurting them.

Jasper inches closer as Y/N’s shoulders begin to shake, she doesn’t need tears to convey her devastation, it is palpable. He tries to soothe her, but there is so much pain. Centuries worth she couldn’t have acquired in only eighteen years.

She cries for Renee and the relationship they might have had. She cries for Jacob’s mother who lost her life too soon. She cries for Charlie and all the ways she has betrayed his trust. She cries for Billy and Sam and the pack. All the lives she’s lived and forgotten. It cuts deep like a knife and doesn’t stop twisting.

Emmett stands guard over her, watching as Alice and even Rosalie begin trying to comfort her.

“It’s going to be alright now, you have us.”

Carlisle stays back with Jacob, putting a hand to his shoulder. “Come on, son. She is well tended; we have much to discuss.”

Jacob scratches the back of his neck, “yeah, I guess we do.”

Carlisle closes the door of his office behind Jacob. “Have a seat.”

“Thanks.” Jacob sits in the pristine white chair.

“The ability to create life with the one you love is not something all vampires or even humans possess.”

“Yeah I’m…we didn’t know if it would be possible.”

“I assume you want children.”

Jacob shifts uncomfortably, “we do.”

“Yet you both seem upset by the prospect.” Carlisle wants to understand.

“It was a wolf thing,” Jacob clears his throat. “We weren’t planning to start a family just yet, but it happened and we’re grateful. My only concern is making sure Y/N and our baby are safe until delivery.”

“You must realize this is unprecedented, even in our family. We have no way of knowing how the child will grow or for how long. Y/N will not be able to labor, that’s not the way our bodies work.” Carlisle explains. “We can design a birth plan, but as you saw with Bella, it is subject to change.”

“So how do you think…the baby will be able to-” get out.

“I say we try a vaginal delivery, puncturing through the cervix to the uterus.”

That sounds terrible. “Is that our only option?”

“It will cause the least amount of damage to Y/N’s body. Going through the abdomen is several additional layers-”

“We can fix it, right?” Like when Victoria tore off her arm.

“Of course.” Carlisle assures him. “Then, unless you plan on blessing us with a gaggle of grandchildren, I would advise you to start implementing safe sex practices.”

Jacob blanches. He didn’t say grand puppies or a litter. Carlisle Cullen referred to their child and any future children as his grandchildren. “I mean, I’d like a gaggle but it depends on Y/N. I want her to be happy and safe more than I want kids.”

Carlisle’s expression softens, “you’re a good man, Jacob. Your love for her is unconditional and we are proud to have the both of you in our lives. Truly.”

“Thank you,” Jacob mutters. “Never thought I’d be here of my own free will, but for a bunch of blood suckers, you’re not all that bad. Although Blondie did feed me a hot dog out of a dog bowl last week.”

“Progress.” Carlisle pats the younger man’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s go join the others. It seems we have a guest.”

The guest in question is Paul Lahote. Standing a little too close to Y/N for Jacob’s liking.

“What are you doing here, Paul?” Jacob asks.

“I’m here to see my friend.”

“Here I am.” Jacob stocks up to him.

“Not you,” Paul scoffs, “Y/N.”

“Everything is fine, Paul.” Y/N tells him, crossing both arms over her chest.

“Now you’ve seen her,” Jacob steps in front of Y/N. He hates when he gets like this, lost in rage and possessive. He wants to rip Paul to shreds for even looking at Y/N. He hates it. He exhales harshly through his nose. Staving off the urge.

“Sam said you were upset,” Paul realizes that’s an understatement. “I wanted to check on you. You’re not alone in this. You have us.”

They have the Cullens and the pack…

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Surprisingly enough, Charlie is overjoyed at the news. “Well, we have to leave Bella’s old room for Renesmee. I’ll clear out the office. I’m sure we can fit a crib in there.”

Y/N smiles. “I’m sure we can.”

“Do we know uh- boy or girl?” Charlie asks.

“It’s a surprise.” Jacob tells him.

“I’m thinking yellow for the walls then.”

“Sure,” Y/N agrees. Their child will have four rooms. One here, one at Billy’s, the Cullen’s and the Denali house that Carlisle has given them full rights to.

“You’re not gonna be picky about this, are ya?” Charlie narrows his eyes at Y/N.

She shakes her head. “I’m really glad you’re so into this.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know.”

The nursery at Charlie’s place becomes their new project, a way to spend time together like they used to.

“Alright,” Charlie says, pulling out his camera. He never questions why the months have passed and Y/N’s belly hasn’t grown. He learned to stop asking with Renesmee, there are some things he doesn’t need to know. “Let’s take a picture of mom and dad.”

Mom and Dad.

Jacob wipes his paint stained hands down the front of his shorts, wrapping his arms around Y/N, with her hair tossed up on a messy bun. Streaks of yellow paint smeared across her skin.

The picture makes it into the baby book Jacob is hand crafting for their bundle of joy. Along with the monthly snapshots of Y/N’s pregnancy where no progress can be seen. “We can add their foot prints too.”

Y/N runs her finger along the edges, resting a hand on her unchanged belly. Feeling the child stir. “I found a name I like…”

Jacob grins, resting his hand over hers. “Tell me.”

“Rowan.” Y/N searches his eyes.

“I like Rowan.” Jake nods, “there’s a name I like too, but it’s…different.”

“I wanna hear it,” Y/N insists.

“The pack’s been giving me a hard time about it.” Jacob sinks his teeth into his bottom lip.

“Can’t be that bad.”

“It’s Indigo.”

“Indigo.” Y/N tries it on for size. “They’re not big fans? I think it’s cool, we could call her Indy.”

“They think the name is fine.” Jacob lifts a shoulder, “it’s the why they’re making fun of me for.”

“Why?”

“Your eyes,” Jacob admits, he’s down bad.

“You know,” Y/N leans forward, “sometimes I feel ridiculous for being so obsessed with you. Then you say stuff like that.”

Jacob huffs a laugh.

“And I feel alot less stupid about it.”

Chapter 14

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[veeluvss]

✮⋆˙ snowed in

day 4 of 12 days of Christmas

the team (Emily JJ, Hotch, Derek, Spencer and Rossi.)

1226 words

the team are stranded due to the snow so start to enjoy it

Emily groaned and threw herself onto the nearby sofa. Rossi shook his head, frustrated he was going to miss his poker game. JJ pulled out her phone to text Will. Derek sighed, frowning out of the window – almost threatening the weather to change. Spencer pulled out his book, ready to settle with another few hours reading.

“I know it sucks. I wanted to get back for Jack,” Hotch sighed.

“Do you have any idea when we can fly back?” Emily asked. “Sergio can only hold off so long.”

“You don’t feed him at all when we’re away?” Derek exclaimed.

“No, I starve him,” Emily rolled her eyes. The whole team looked at her with raised eyebrows, genuinely concerned. “I’m joking! Garcia feeds him. I meant he can’t hold off long not seeing his mommy.” The team fell into laughter, relieved that Emily wasn’t actually cruel to her cat.

“You know, we could make this delay better…” Derek said after a few minutes.

“Don’t say it, Morgan,” JJ sighed, looking at his smirk. Snow was falling pretty heavily outside now. Having already checked out, the team had no where else to go and nothing else to do.

“I agree with Derek,” Emily laughed, standing up.

“About what? What are you all talking about?” Spencer asked, looking up from his book with his confused frown.

“They want to build a snowman,” JJ sighed, rolling her eyes at their childish antics.

“Come on JJ, it’ll be fun!” Emily whined, pulling her up from the sofa.

“I’ve never built a snowman before,” Spencer perked up.

“Oooh pretty boy, you are missing out!” Derek said, slapping him on the back. Spencer put his book away. JJ groaned again.

“Emily the snow is cold,” she huffed.

“It’s part of the experience. Oh please come JJ.”

“Yeah, it’ll be fun JJ! You can teach me the tricks of building the best snowman,” Spencer encouraged. JJ thought about it for a few minutes. She looked down at what she was wearing and then out at the falling snow. It did look kind of fun. She knew she’d have to pass the time some how.

“Okay fine,” she sighed and threw up her arms. The other three cheered and then they turned to their boss, wide grins across all of their faces.

“I’m not helping you build a snowman,” Hotch said, not even looking up from his file.

“Oh Aaron please!” Emily begged.

“Nope. I have work to do,” he said.

“Fine, come on let's leave the billy no mates here,” Derek said and began heading outside.

“At least put warmer clothes on children, you’ll freeze out there.” Hotch said, trying to hide his smile.

“HEY!” Spencer gasped as the snow ball collided with his back. Derek laughed and shrugged.

“That’s what you get for not moving out of the way baby boy.”

“My back was turned and you didn’t warn me, how was I supposed to know you were throwing a snowball at me?”

Emily slapped Spencer’s shoulder. “Just throw one back.” She handed him the perfectly round snowball and Spencer frowned, eyeing it. JJ laughed from behind the tree she’d found and Emily smirked.

“What do I do?” Spencer asked Emily.

“Throw it, straight at him. Like a baseball.” Spencer scoffed, remembering how bad he was at baseball.

“Come on Reid. I’ll give you an open target,” Morgan said. He spread out his arms and legs, standing facing straight towards Spencer and Emily. What he failed to see was the other snowball in Emily’s hand and the two in JJ’s who had moved from around the tree. Reid, however, had seen them in the hotel window’s reflection and knew the plan.

“Will you count me down?” he asked, keeping up the nervous act.

“Of course, on three.”

“One.”

A wide, cocky smile spread on Morgan’s face.

“Two.”

Emily and JJ both got into their positions and Spence lifted his arm to throw the snowball.

“Three!” Emily screamed as five snowballs flew in the direction of Derek. Hotch had come from behind another tree, a pile of snowballs curled into his arm. Spencer and Emily ducked as JJ launched more from the pile by her tree. Derek shrieked, shrinking into himself as piles of snow hit him with force.

Once the snowball fight, well - attack, was over, the team worked together to build a snowman. A few other families had come out of the hotel and were building their own but Emily and Derek wanted theirs to be the best.

“You know, they’re mainly kids, you have to go easy on them,” JJ said, laughing at her competitive team mates.

“JJ, my snowman will be the best whether you like it or not-” Derek said. Emily shoved him and he fell into the snow behind him.

“OUR snowman,” she reminded him. Derek scoffed and got up, shoving Emily into the snow. JJ rolled her eyes and turned to help Spencer with the head.

Hotch had gone back inside, claiming he did actually have work to do.

They built the snowman as a team, JJ and Spencer working on the head and Emily and Derek worked on the body. They had to of course make sure it was a body builder snow man with defined muscles, big legs and fists of iron, as Derek said. It was the tallest and best built in the garden and they were impressed.

“I’m cold now, can we go in?” Spencer said.

“Me too, come on Spence,” JJ said, turning away.

“No, wait! Get Hotch to take our picture with it!” Emily suggested. Derek turned to the hotel, seeing Hotch through the window, who had been watching his children with amusement.

“Hotch!” He screamed, causing everyone to look at him.

“Derek!” JJ scolded. “At least go over and ask him!”

Hotch was, however, already on his way out.

“Right, stand nicely and pose. Big smiles!” Hotch teased as the group stood proud around their snowman. Derek and JJ kneeled on the ground in front of it and Emily and Spencer stood behind it.

“Okay, now a silly face!” Emily exclaimed before any of them could move. They laughed and pulled their funniest faces.

The trudged inside, tired and cold from the snow fun.

“Oh amigos!!” Rossi smiled and opened his arms as they came in. “Come this way for some warm pie and hot cocoa.” He lead them into the hotel restaurant and they all smiled. In each place was a steaming bowl of pie and vegetables and they each had a hot chocolate, piled with cream and marshmallows by their places.

“Oh Rossi this is sick!” Emily exclaimed, sitting in her spot.

“That’s something Henry would say,” JJ laughed, sitting beside her.

“Yeah, I saw it on Twitter. I’m trying to be more down with the kids,” Emily said.

“It’s not working,” Spencer replied, mocking what Emily had said to him years before.

“Eat up guys, pilot said we can fly home tonight since the weather cleared up.” Hotch announced, watching his kids delv into their post-snow antic food. At least they had fun, despite the back stop.

[mangywayway]

“You should wear glasses more often, you know?”

Steve raised an eyebrow, without lifting his head from the book he was reading. He knew if he did that he would be too distracted to continue reading.

"Why on earth would I do that? I don't need them that much and it makes me uncomfortable to wear them" Steve muttered to the boy blissfully lying on his lap. "Because," said Billy, reaching out to better adjust the glasses on the other's nose, attracting his attention, "they look good on you and they suit your face very well. And then" and here Billy smiled broadly "they make you look like one of those sexy professors" concluded the harpy, accompanying it all with a suggestive movement of his eyebrows.

Steve, caught off guard, couldn't resist and burst out laughing when he looked at his boyfriend's face. Steve closed his book once and for all, as he had already given up for a while and given up on reading; he was convinced that he had gotten used to Billy's outings and yet he always managed to surprise him with something new. He wiped the tears from his eyes while Billy continued to look at him all pleased. It looked like the emblem of a big, chubby cat, which was saying something considering which of the two had feline origins.

There was a silence between them, broken only by the soft purring that rose from the young gattu's chest.

Steve's hands were tangled in Billy's hair and he let himself sprawl even more on his boyfriend's legs, so relaxed that he allowed himself to leave one of his wings free so he could stretch it a little.

Billy had let himself go so much that he didn't notice how Steve, after observing his face for a while, decided to remove his glasses and then place them delicately on the harpy's face. Feeling the added weight, Billy opened his eyes, blinking quickly to adjust to the change in view before him. He turned to Steve questioningly, his face slightly distorted by the lenses, but clearly curious as to why Steve's glasses were on his face. The latter shrugged his shoulders, replying "I don't know, I think they suit your face better. Although I don't think the role of teacher is for you"

"Oh, really?" Billy sneered. "In my opinion I could be a great teacher, what do you know," he said, moving his wing animatedly, as if he were illustrating something to an imaginary audience.

Steve rolled his eyes "Yes of course, as if I didn't know you enough. And then we both know that if you were a teacher you would have classrooms full of people who would spend more time looking at you than at the blackboard" the latter grumbled.

Billy was surprised for a moment, a little twinkle in his eye.

"Don't tell me you'd be jealous Stevie"

A light blush appeared on the young cat's face, and he didn't bother to respond, except for a muttered under his breath, you're an idiot, Billy Hargrove.

To his mortification, the harpy had heard it (because of course he had), so much so that he exclaimed "Ah! I may be an idiot, but remember that I am your idiot Steve Harrington, and you can't say anything against it".

Steve looked up at the ceiling, a big smile present on his face.

He would never admit it out loud, but what Billy had said was true and he would never change it for the world.

Okay, gouache defeated me (this time). I started this illustration with gouache, ruined it, and then draw it again and colored it digitally. I will keep practicing with gouache but with smaller subjects, because in this case I really went overboard lol. Also yeah, there it was a book in the original sketch (I'll leave it below) but I didn't like it at the end so I removed it. The illustration was based on this small thing I wrote; as always I tried to pay attention and translated it the best I could (even if there is something I'm still not sure about but eh) but yeah, if you see errors or change of verbs and stuff, just ignore them 🗿 (adding that I'm a big reader, but absolutely not a writer. Still, having them in these comfy settings is like free therapy to me so I'll probably try and do more stuff like this)

Pencil versione below ✨

[angeldiarybook]

𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 pt 1

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐒𝐭𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬.𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭

(Readers pov)

2010 September 2nd

I’m walking into the halls of my new school. Woodsboro high. It’s alright I guess nothing too special.I’m sitting on the gym bleachers by myself when two girls come up to

“Hi!I’m Kirby this is Jill”she said while gesturing to her friend next to her Kirby was a blonde and Jill had this brunette dark hair

“what’s your name you must be new here?” She said

“oh my name is Y/n and yeah just moved here not long ago” I said

“Cooolll you wanna hang out with us” shes asked

I nodded my head “sure why not”

(After school)

I got home and walked inside of my new home

“I’m homeeeee” I said

There was no response I walked past my dad’s room. Where he talks to his Patients He’s a therapist

I peeked into the room to see a beautiful boy with my dad he has greasy brown hair he has these gorgeous eyes…

(Billy’s pov)

“So billy tell me about your dreams..thoughts” the therapist asked

“It’s always the same I prepare for the murder massacre” I said with a low demeanor

“do you target people who have wrong you?disrespect you?” He asked me

“I target people I like” I lied

“Some of them beg for their life I don’t feel bad I don’t feel sorry at all” I said with a shrug

“Some of them beg for their life I don’t feel sorry I don’t feel anything it’s a filthy world it’s a filthy god damn world we live in”I said and looked him dead in the eyes

“You think I’m crazy don’t you?My dad is probably worry about me isn’t he?” I asked him

“I’m sure he is” he said

“He’s a man whore.My mom left me because of him She left me with a man whore” I said with a scoff

That’s when I see from the corner of my eye a girl peeking through the door she caught my eye I’ll keep her in mind

(A week later)

“You don’t mind if I record this?” The therapist asked me at our meet

“No go ahead” I said

“You’ve been taking your meds?” He asked

“Yeah” I replied

“Any side effects?” He asked

“They keep me up at night I started taking them in the morning” I said

He looked at me as if he was questioning me

“You think I’m lying?” I asked defensively

“You think I’m lying to you” I said in a dark demeanor

He shook his head and went to say so on about how I could be a danger and about calling the police

“Did you call them?” I asked

“Not yet” he responded

“I’ve treated people with Psychological problems that just can’t be reached” he said

“You think that’s me you think I can’t get better?” I asked

“You?you kidding me no you’re hopeless” He teased jokingly

That made chuckled

“Everybody can get better,Billy.everybody” he said reassuring me

“I just think you’re scared of what I’m not sure yet…maybe abandonment certainly of what your mother did to you” he said

As I glared at him and nodding my head

(After)

As I was about to leave

I walked passes what I believe was his daughters room

She’s pretty

And was reading some book

I knocked at her wall

And she jumped

“You scared me” she said while chuckling

“You’re one of my dads patients aren’t you?” she asked

I nodded “nice room” I said as I look while looking around her room from her door way

“You wanna come in?” She asked

I nodded making my way in

(An hour later)

(Y/n pov)

The Boy’s name is Billy and we’ve spent about an hour talking and getting to know eachother

“My new school is alright nothing real special” I said as he sat across from me from my bed

“What school you go to?” He asked

“Woodsboro high school” I said

“I used to go there ,the worst.I got thrown out of there” Billy said

“I don’t know it’s kinda boring here I don’t hate it I just hate everyone and the leaves barely change here” I ranted

“I like it when the leaves change” he said

“Me too!” I said happily

He smiled and chuckled

“Why’d you move here?” He asked

“My dad had an affair.caught him in the act and snitched”I said with almost no emotion

“That’s horrible.same thing happened to me sort off my dad cheated on my mom so she left him and me” billy shrugged

“I just think if you love someone you shouldn’t hurt them” I said pitying him

Billy shrugged once more

“Agree”

He came up to me and started caressing random bruises I had on my arm

“Why are you seeing my dad?”

I asked him while looking in his eyes

“Don’t ask questions you already know answers to.you’re smarter than that” he said in a low demeanor

I smiled and got up looking through my movie CDs

“You wanna watch Friday the 13th?” I asked

“Got psycho?” He asked with a smirk

I nodded while looking through my horror CDs

“You like scary movies don’t you?” He asked

I nodded my head while smiling

“Yeah I guess I’m a geek when it comes to them” I said

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” He asked me

“Hmm probably the original Texas chainsaw massacre or Carrie ” I said softly

“I use to have a horror geek friend he was insanely annoying and I know for a fact he had a thing for my girlfriend at the time” billy said with a smirk

I chuckled

“What happened to him?” I asked referring to the word ‘use’

Billy got quiet while glancing at me

“He moved…” he said

I put Psycho in as it started playing

“I have a friend..” billy said

“You seem to have lots of friends” I teased

As he chuckled shaking his head

“No I just mean I’ll think you’ll get along you got friends here in woodsboro ?” He asked

“I mean there’s some girls at school they’re cool I guess” I said with a shrug as billy hummed

“Well I think you’ll like him you joke and tease. That’s what you guys share he goofs off a lot and jokes” he said

“What’s his name?” I asked

“His name is Stu”

Note

Hey bitchesss😛 I hope you guys like this

It’s basically a cross over of American horror story x scream 1996

I’m just taking the plot of murder house and having the scream story with it

So yeah there’s ghost in the house

@vzp1kl

[dragonflylady77]

a royal wedding

Rating: G | 613 words | fluff

C3 - blazing sun for @harringrovesummerbingo

Summary:

Max takes her daughter and her daughter's best friend to the beach and overhears them talking about a royal wedding between a prince and a king with very familiar names...

The fic on Ao3

The Vanity of Devils is a real book, written by Mikayla Rand and you can find it here on the zon if you feel like looking it up. It's a paranormal romance with demons and other creatures. The author is one of my besties and I love that book so very much.

Max leaned back on her elbows, her eyes never leaving the two little girls playing in the sand a few feet away. She was glad she’d remembered the sun umbrella this time and taken the time to slather everyone with sunscreen. She had gotten sunburned one too many times growing up and didn’t take any chances with anyone’s skin anymore. 

She’d picked up the girls from school with the beach bags already in the trunk, and waved at Steve who had to sit through a few hours of parent-teacher conferences before he joined them for dinner. It was nearly four o’clock yet the sun was still blazing and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The girls hadn’t come to ask for a snack yet, but Max knew it was only a matter of time.

She grabbed her Kindle from the bag and turned onto her belly, determined to at least finish the chapter she was on. Mikayla Rand’s The Vanity of Devils had been on her TBR for a while and it was really good, but working from home with a six-year-old and an older brother who kept showing up to ask for advice on his love life did not leave a lot of time for reading.

“...then Prince William arrives on his black horse…”

The girls’ chatter made Max pause her reading to listen. She glanced at her daughter and her daughter’s best friend who had made a sand castle and decorated it with shells and ribbons of seaweed. They were each holding a stick they had wrapped with seaweed and tiny shells.

“Yes, and Princess Rosalinda is so happy to see him.”

“And he gives her a letter from his favorite niece, saying she will be there for the royal wedding. She’s coming soon with Queen Maxine and King Lucas, and they’re bringing presents.”

“Yay, I love presents!”

“Then Prince William gives her a great big hug then lets her ride on his horse with his helper person so he can go find the king.”

“Oh, the king missed him a lot while he was gone. And Princess Rosalinda is glad she’s not in the room when they start kissing because, ew, kissing is gross.”

“So gross. You know, I saw my mom and dad kissing the other morning when Dad was leaving for his work. Yuk.”

Max bit her lip to stop herself from snickering and checked the time on her phone. “Girls, would you like a snack?”

Roscoe and Rosie dropped their embellished sticks and ran to Max, happily drinking the water she offered them before digging into the food she’d packed for them.

A hand landed on Max’s shoulder, causing her to choke on her sip of iced tea.

“Uncle Billy!!!” Roscoe shrieked, jumping into his arms like she hadn’t seen him a few days ago.

“How are my favorite girls?” Billy asked, putting Roscoe down after a twirling hug and sitting next to Max. He pushed his sunglasses off his nose and listened to the two little girls giving him a run down of their day. 

Max noticed they didn’t mention the castle they’d built or the story they’d made up.

“Uncle Billy, can we go for a swim?” Roscoe asked, trying her luck with him since Max had told her she wasn’t getting in the water.

“Yeah, just give me a minute to catch up with your mom, okay? You girls go back to your sandcastle, I’ll be right there.”

The girls happily went back to their game, and Max turned to her brother, waiting for him to take a sip of his water to ask, “So, you and Steve are getting married, I hear?”

[opposums-love-arson]

Scream Queen Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

Chapter 6

Chapter 5 / Chapter 7

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I had pulled up one of the large lounging chairs to the front porch where I now sat with Tatum and Sindey. The girls were sitting on the railing talking to each other while I was reading a book. A book more specifically about a girl who is madly in love with a serial killer so much so that she ignores the possible signs and because of it he kills her claiming it will make their love immortal. Yeah not a very happy ending, just like most of life. 

  Sid told us about what she said to Gale this morning. How Sidney resolved my little...accident and about how she wasn’t sure that Weary was actually her mother’s killer. 

“What if Cotton Weary is telling the truth? Maybe he was having an affair with your mom?” Tatum asked as she twirled her hair in her fingers. “I mean your dad’s always out of town on business, maybe...your mom was just a very unhappy woman.” Tatum finished with the start of her eyebrows pointed up. 

“If-if they were having an affair then how come Cotton couldn’t prove it in court?” Sid said, as if she just created the world’s first unsolvable puzzle

“Well. You can’t prove a rumor, that's why… it's a rumor,” Tatum responded as she swished her head side to side. 

“Right, created by that little tabloid twit, Gale Weathers,” Sid said, seeming to choke on the name.

“It goes further back Sid...there’s been talk about other men,” Tatum fidgeted with her hands.

  “Hey, I’m going to leave you two alone out here. It sounds like I’m intruding so I’ll be inside. Just shout if you need anything!” I said, hugging my sister and giving Tatum a light peck on the cheek. When I got to the door I looked around a little bit, it felt like someone was staring holes into my head. Once inside I go upstairs to put my book back on the shelf. When I open my door I’m startled by the two tall figures known as Billy and Stu. “What the fuck are you guys doing here?!” I said as I slammed the door shut. “Chill out babe, we just wanted to stop by su casa to see how our fin-” Billy discreetly nudged Stu, “favorite girl was!” Rolling my eyes at the two idiots in front of me I asked, “Why didn’t you just use the front door?” Stu walked up to me and snaked his arms around me while Billy laid half way on my bed. “We wanted it to be a surprise,” he whispered, hot breath fanning my ear. “Yeah because I’m sure Sid and Tatum will be so pleased by this surprise,” I said, unlatching Stu’s hands from my waist. Billy sat up, pulling me to him by my hips, “Why wouldn’t they? We’ve been in your room plenty of times.” I removed his hands from my body, putting them on his lap. I walked over to my desk chair. “Yeah when Sid and Tatum actually knew about it!” I shouted just above a whisper to the two boys. They completely ignored me as Billy went right back to laying on my bed and Stu turned on my stereo. My cassette copy of some Michael Dulin songs playing through the speakers. Stu grabbed me by the wrist hoisting me out of the chair as we swayed to the music. I forgot about every horrendous detail of the past few days. “If I’m being honest, when I’m with the two of you I feel like nothing bad can happen in the world,” I say as I look up at Stu as we spin in circles. He has that same goofy grin on his face. All of a sudden just like earlier today he hoists me over his shoulder and marches over to my bed flopping both of us down next to Billy. “Do you really feel that way, (y/n)?” Billy asks, looking over at my meek form. “Yeah of course, why wouldn’t I?” I asked looking back at him. “You’re the one that was like ‘Oh but Tatum and Sid’, remember?” Stu said, mocking my words. Propping myself up on my elbows I look down at the boy laying on my stomach, “Stu I just said I feel happy when I’m with you two, not I want you to rail the fuck out of me?!” I got a little defensive. “Jeez okay, chill out girl.” He says as he wraps his arms around me. “It could be arranged,” Billy said, still looking at me. “Hmm?” I said, turning to him. “The whole… railing you thing,” Billy said with a smirk. My face contorted into a shape I never knew possible, “Ew Billy fuck off, I already said no!” He was practically about to topple over laughing at how bright red my face was when we heard a knock. “Oh shit,” I whispered. I rushed both Stu and Billy out the window as I shouted, “One moment!” 

  Coming to the door I adjusted my clothes and combed out my hair, “Hey what’s up?” “Tatum and I were wondering if you were hungry?” Sid asked, peeking her head through the door like she was searching for something. “Hmm, need something?” I asked. “Huh, oh no, well did you have people up here?” She asked, eyes still darting around. “No, I was just listening to some music,” I shrug trying to seem as collected as possible. “...Okay just let us know if you need anything, We’re going to head out in a bit.” Sid said as she closed the door. I went straight for my window sill seeing the boys standing by the truck looking up at me. I waved down to them and they waved back before driving off. 

  As we drove down Main Street it wasn’t very hard to notice that practically nobody was around. 

Stepping out of the car Dewey said, “Sure is quiet.” 

“Yeah, look at this place, it’s like the Town that Dreaded Sunset,” Sid spoke in astonishment about our own town. 

“Mhm, we’ve got the hooded killer and all,” I said, stepping to her side. 

“Yeah, saw that movie, it’s about a killer in Texas huh?” Dewey asked messing with whatever he’s holding

“Hey girls just think, if they make a movie about you two, who’s gonna play you…” Tatum asked with a chime in her voice. 

“Ugh I shudder to think,” Sid says as she places her hand to her forehead. 

“I see you as a young Meg Ryan myself.” Dewey said with a squinting smile, hiding from what’s about to be none of the sun’s glare. 

“Oooh (y/n) it’d totally be (___ ___) for you,” Tatum said as she spun me around. 

“Hmm, lesser known but great in her field, ya know I actually like that,” I said as I put my hand to my chin and wore a silly smile, “Who knows maybe Leonardo will play one of the boys?”

“With my luck they’d cast me as Tori Spelling,” Sid said before walking off to the market. 

“Ahh I’m just gonna’ be a few minutes,” Dewey calls out to us but we didn’t really care to listen. 

Once we rounded the grocery store corner Sid asked, “Is Billy going to be there?”

“He better not be, I told Stu to keep his mouth shut.” Tatum said as she strutted down the concrete ground, “I think we can live without the endorphin rush for one night.” 

“I don’t think it’d be so bad,” I grumbled to myself. 

I pushed the cart down the back aisle as Tatum and Sid threw bags of junk food and soda into the basket. 

“Billy’s right you know, whenever he touches me, I just can’t relax,” Sid said as she looked at the drinks. 

“So you have a few intimacy issues as a result of your mother’s untimely death, it’s no big deal Sid,” Tatum shrugs, “You’ll thaw out.”

“Yeah but he’s been so patient with me, ya know with all the sex stuff? How many guys would put up with a girlfriend who’s sexually anorexic?” Sid asks as she tosses some ice cream into the cart.

“Billy and his penis don’t deserve you,” Tatum said as we walked on… I really wish I didn’t hear any of this.

  As we pulled up to Stu’s house, which I can never get over the size of, Dewey told us to have fun but “Not too much fun or I’ll bust ya,” yeah sure. We got out of the car, music from the house was louder than anything I’ve ever heard. A lot more people were there than Stu had promised...intimate gathering my ass. 

“Caterer’s here!” Tatum announced to the entire house as she waved around the food we bought. 

Everyone whooped and hollered out in a cheering response. 

“Wow that’s so mature,” I said as we entered the kitchen where Stu and a couple other boys were drinking beer out of a funnel. 

“Hey just trying to get the party switch started,” Stu said as the kid to his right finished.

“My man,” Stu congratulated the greasy looking rat as they did, what looked to me like, the handshake from Predator. 

The girls and I put the food out on the island moving some bottles in the process. I accidentally ran into Stu spilling some of  the beer. “Ah shit man,” Stu exclaimed as he pulled on his shirt and stupid Hugh Hefner robe. “I’m so sorry about that, here,” I said as I handed him a towel on the counter. “Nah that’s covered in beer, Imma just throw on something else,” Stu says as he walks out of the room. I throw my head back and place my hand over my eyes. “Hey (y/n), don’t even worry about it, he has like a million of those ridiculous robes,” Tatum says as she leaned over the counter. Crossing my arms I look over at her and say, “I know but I still feel bad, I don’t want to ruin his mood.” Tatum laughed a little and rolled her eyes. “It’s not going to ruin his mood, (y/n). This is Stu we’re talking about,” Said Sid as she grabbed a bowl from the cabinet. “Yeah you’re right, hey I’ll be right back,” I said as I left the kitchen. 

  When I come back to the kitchen I notice the girls are gone. As I’m wondering where they might be I hear a loud “(y/n), over here!” for Tatum. Turning around and peeking down the hall I noticed her, Sid, and Stu on the couch. There were a lot of people surrounding them and Randy standing in front of the tv console holding two vhs tapes. “I saved you a seat,” Said Sid as she looked up at me, patting the empty space to her right. “Thanks sis,” I responded as I flopped down next to her. “What ya got there?” I looked down at her lap. “Just some movies that Randy tossed at me,” She said with a shrug. 

“How many Evil Dead?!” Randy shouted to the group around us. A bunch of kids hollered as they raised their hands. 

“How many Hellraiser?!” Randy shouted again, more kids repeated the actions from the last. 

Stu incoherently said something but Tatum’s response of, “Stop!” as she batted his finger away. 

“The Fog, Terror Train, Prom Night…” I mumbled as Sid went through the movies. 

“How come Jamie Lee Curtis is in all of these movies?” She asked, looking down at the pile with me. 

Randy knelt down beside us, “Because she’s the… Scream Queen.” he said as he put his hands together in a prayer formation. 

“Ah yes a Scream Queen, a woman who has filmed a repetition of horror movies keeping her in the frightening spotlight. A lot like a Screen Queen but scary,” I stated to my step sister. 

“With a set of lungs like that she should be,” Stu said grinning from ear to ear as he as he played with Tatum’s hands. 

A small but stupid, “Yeah” was heard fro Randy.

“Tits, see?” Tatum said as she leaned against Stu. 

The doorbell rang repeatedly causing Stu to jump out of his spot and say, “Oh I’ll get it!” as he hopped over the back of the couch. 

Or tried to at least.

He tripped and fell right onto the floor but popped  up to ask Tatum to, “Grab another beer, would ya?” 

“What am I? The beer wench?” Tatum asked as she flicked her wrist out. 

“Apparently so, my good friend, or should I say wench?” I said looking at Tatum earning me a roll of her eyes, click of her tongue and shove on the shoulder. 

Tuning into Sid and Randy’s conversation I can hear Randy say, “...Nominated,” Sid nodded and said “Yeah,” with a giggle. 

Randy went on to say, “She was nominated…” Blah blah blah, it was too loud to understand. 

Just as I was really getting comfy Stu came into the room and shouted, “You’re not going to believe who’s here! It’s that chick from Top Story!” 

“Gale Weathers!?” Randy asked.

 Meanwhile Tatum, Sid, and I turned to Stu in disbelief. “Shit,” Tatum said before she stood up. 

I could hear Dewey’s voice in the background… oh no 

“Dewey,” Tatum said as she gestured him over with her index finger, “Oh Dewey.” 

“What is she doing here?” Tate asked once her brother was finally in the room. 

“She’s with me,” Dewey said, looking like a kid who just got free ice cream, “Just checking things out,” 

I watched as Sid stood up, “Where are you going?” I asked...and was ignored.

“So you did, now leave,” Tatum peered over at Gale, “and take your media stuff with you.”

Kids were complimenting Gale left and right but all I could think of is how I wanted to punch her again...square in the nose.

I watched as Sid and Dewey talked, looking to my left I noticed that Tatum was gone. Must’ve gone to get those beers?

[pinkkinoko]

That one time Billy told Max he, too, had a nerd boyfriend

The sound of the front door opening and closing let Billy know that Max was back from Lucas’s house, she was holding a milkshake in one hand and had her skateboard tucked up under her other arm. She propped the skateboard up against the wall and made her way to the kitchen, flinging her backpack onto the sofa as she went.

Billy was leaning against the counter, eating a sandwich and flipping through a magazine. He was wearing his reading glasses, something nobody believed he even owned. One time, when she was late getting to the movies, Max had offhandedly explained that it was because Billy was giving her shit since he was convinced she’d touched his glasses. The truth was he just couldn’t find them because he’d left them at Eddie Munson’s house. Lucas just looked weirded out, and Mike had yelled “He reads?”

To which Dustin had replied: “It’s probably just playboy magazines…”

Billy didn’t really wear his glasses around anyone—though it looks like now he wore them around Eddie—and he was actually a pretty big reader. To be fair, she never thought Billy read anything other than the road signs—and that was just so he could do the opposite of what they said. But Billy read a lot; she noticed it a few weeks after Neil had moved in, though he didn’t read out in the open. She’d caught the scene by chance as she was skating back from the boardwalk, Billy’s car was parked in a relatively empty space, his eyes fixed on a heavy book about what she later found out was marine biology.

It was the first time she’d seen him look quiet.

Not bored, or angry, or lazy; not wound up like when he was with his friends, or dangerous like when he was at the dinner table. For once, he just looked quiet, and she thought that maybe, just for that moment, he seemed like every other dumb high school sophomore she’d ever seen.

She was surprised by the glasses, he’d always been pretty, but now he even looked somewhat boyish—if she imagined him with a different hairstyle, one less ambitious and more subtle, she could even see him as a nerdish bookworm.

Still, as she had passed quietly by his car, she could hear the faint sound of his favorite metal tracks playing from the speaker. It was like a reminder, at that time, that he was still Billy, all hard-edged and dangerous.

Things had gotten better, between them, after Neil left. So many things had happened over the summer in Hawkins, especially after Billy got fed-up with lifeguard duty—and Neil—and took a road trip back home to Cali. She’s kind of glad that Billy hadn’t been there, not just because shit had hit the fan with the whole upside-down shit-show, but because of what had happened to Heather, too.

Things between her and Billy weren’t kittens and rainbows, even if they’d gotten better, but the thought of what happened to Heather possibly happening to Billy too—

It made her feel like razors were scraping all down her back.

“Oh no way—what are you wearing?”

Max stood on the threshold, between the carpeted living room of the trailer and the tiled kitchen area, noticing for the first time the dumb shirt she’d had the bad luck of seeing everywhere lately; the glaring words “hellfire club” written in bold across the front.

“Shut up Max, it’s a lame fucking shirt, I can wear lame shit too, alright.”

Billy didn’t bother to look up from the magazine, Max had a feeling it was mostly because he knew she would give him the biggest shit-eating grin in all of Hawkins—and he wouldn’t be able to say anything back. Max thought the shirt was the stupidest thing, and so she knew Billy had to think the same. They disagreed on way too many things to keep track of, but call it a sibling-sense, she just knew he agreed with her on this.

“My boyfriend is in that dumb club and he couldn’t pay me to wear that thing, what bet did you lose?”

The magazine slapped against Billy’s thigh as he let his arm fall forward, an annoyed sigh leaving his mouth.

“Yeah, well mine’s the fucking president, Max. Don’t get used to it, same thing I told Eddie, it’s a one time thing.”

Max had seen Billy kissing Eddie once, it was late and she’d gone out to feed the dog. She saw Billy getting out of Eddie’s van and following him up the steps into his trailer. Before they’d gone inside, Eddie had turned to say something that they’d both laughed at before Billy pulled him down into a kiss.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t caught off guard—it made her rethink a whole feature-film’s worth of stuff in her memory—but after the initial shock wore off, she was left with mixed feelings.

She didn’t really like Munson. Sure, Lucas seemed to think he was alright, and Dustin had pretty much found a new older brother in the guy, but she still wasn’t really convinced.

Not to mention Mike liked him, which was not good advertising; the only good choice Mike had ever made was El, and he still managed to royally fuck that up.

Maybe she was worried whatever issues Billy had, they’d only get worse with Munson around. Saying Munson was a “bad influence” felt like she was pushing Billy around in a stroller; that kind of sentiment was reserved for sweet, over-protective moms who kept track of curfews and supper-times, women like Mrs. Byers.

Still, maybe because it looked like things could actually start to work between her and Billy, Max felt nervous.

Turns out she didn’t really have anything to be nervous about. If anything, Billy mellowed out after meeting Munson, she can’t say it’s not 80% weed, but even 20% feels like miles compared to before. Apparently, the guy can even get Billy to wear the dumbest shirt on the planet, so maybe he’s not that bad after all.

He can even get Billy to date.

Max didn’t even know Billy knew what that word meant, she’d only seen him switching through girls faster than he drove, but maybe she was just looking at it wrong from the start.

Either way, she was happy for him. There was still a ton of shit to work through before she could really feel herself around Billy, she’s sure it was the same for him, but the point was that they had time now.

That’s more than could be said for a lot of people after Starcourt; people like Jim Hopper.

“Well, I guess it looks alright on you.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, and there was a tiny millisecond in which Max was scared again, that maybe he’d snap at her—that maybe Neil was going to walk in the room with her mother on his arm, looking small and timid all over again. But it didn’t happen, Billy’s lips gave a little pull to the right, a smirk, and he bit back;

“Everything looks good on me, Max, even this nerd shit.”

He then went back to reading his magazine, and as she opened the fridge to grab something to snack on, she found a sandwich saran-wrapped and sitting on a plate. She knew it wasn’t her mom, not just because she wasn’t even home since this morning, but because the sticky note on top of it that read “Max” was in Billy’s handwriting.

She smiled, they’d be alright, somehow; if it was the three of them, they could do it.

Billy did, by the way, keep wearing that shirt. It was only around the house, or when he knew nobody but Max would see him in it, but she could tell he liked it.

God, her brother had horrible taste.