#the library literally pans over his face

[madwheelerz]

I think that Mike is going to be the fifth and central victim in season 5. When the Cali gang reaches Hawkins, this is their formation-

Mike is in the middle and there are five people. The formation seems pretty calculated, but it also isn’t the first time we’ve seen this type of formation.

Mike is in the middle of five here too. It’s interesting because these scenes occur in the final episodes, near the end, of the even numbered seasons. It’s an interesting overlap that’s for sure. I don’t think he’s going to be the one to be vecan’d on the hill, however.

They don’t have music so the only reasonable option for a vecna attack on that specific hill it would be Will because we’ve seen him escape without music. Mike has been able to pull him out and we saw in the shed scene that Joyce and Jonathan could break through to him as well.

Part of the reason I can see something like this happening is Victor’s use of “voice of an angel” to describe what broke him out of his vision and Mike is associated with the archangel. Anyway, back to central five. I think Mike will likely disappear just before the time skip and that it will be the inciting event for the time skip either at the end of episode one or two.

He’ll end up in the center again. The library.

[twirlyleafs]

”Start of the season-drama”

Max Verstappen x reader

TW: angst, assumed cheating

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“I wish you could come with me.” You looked over at your boyfriend next to you by the kitchen counter. He didn’t meet your gaze, face contoured in concentration as he formed the ground beef into patties.

“I know baby.” You agreed, reaching for a bowl to put the cut cucumber in. Max grabbed it for you.

“Are you sure you can’t come with? Bahrain is nice.” He softly bumped his arm against yours, offering a playful smile. You chuckled, shaking your head.

“I would love to, you know that. But I have my thesis to write.”

“You can do that on the road.” He tried, but you both knew the answer. This conversation had been on repeat for the last few months and every time it ended with Max, somewhat disappointed, agreeing that it would be best if you stayed home. You weren’t surprised he tried one last time tonight.

“Even if I could Maxie, I still have to work and I can’t do that from Bahrain.” Even before he spoke up you knew what his next argument would be and if anything got under your skin, it was this.

“You don’t need to work though. You have me.” The way he said it so casually, like he always did, had your stomach twisting. You hated that he saw it like that, and no matter how many times you talked about it Max didn’t seem to understand your point of view. You clenched your jaw, physically biting your tongue not to say anything back. Instead you concentrated back on the work on the cutting board, brows slightly furrowed. Things were quiet for a few moments, Max being busy with the meat in the frying pan, and you had almost blocked him out completely, deep in your own thoughts, when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist. Your back was softly pulled flush against his chest and a second later he nudged the side of your head with his nose.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, pressing a few kisses against your cheek and down your shoulder. “Of course you have things to do here, I get that. I’m just going to miss you, that’s all.” You couldn’t help but smile, the frown melting of your face in a second. How could you ever stay annoyed at him when he was this cuddly and cute? You placed the knife down, turning around in his rather tight grip to face him. Max looked down at you, tilting his head slightly as to ask if he was forgiven. You just reached up to grab his cheeks, bringing his face down to yours for a kiss. You felt him smile against your lips.

“I’m going to miss you too.” You said when the two of you finally pulled apart. “But it’s just two weeks, right?”

“Hmm.” Max nodded, fingers pressing into the skin just above your hips. “Then I’ll come straight back home and I won’t leave your side for at least a few days.” You laughed at that, snaking your arms around his torso and leaning your head against his chest. Max pulled you even closer, a deep breath leaving his lips. You were going to miss him, but two weeks went fast and you told yourself that he’d be back, preferably with two wins under his belt, before you knew it.

~

The first race had been amazing. You had watched from home with some of your friends, absolutely ecstatic and somewhat tipsy as your boyfriend passed the finish line in first place what felt like hours ahead of the rest. When he called you after the win you had literally screamed into the phone how proud you were of him and hearing him laugh loudly on the other end had you smiling the whole night.

That was four days ago. You had been busy, work was more chaotic than normal and your limited freetime was spent in the library working on your thesis. Unfortunately, this also meant that you had missed a few of Maxs phone calls and when you’d called him back he had been busy instead. You texted a lot, but it had been a few days since you last heard his voice and you were starting to miss it.

Getting back late from the library, not at all happy with the work you had done, all you wanted to do was to call Max and have him tell you about his day. You knew he had been at the annual banquet in Jeddah last night, which he hated, and you were excited to hear all the gossip. You sunk down in the couch, making yourself comfortable as you searched up the results of the first practice round. You always wanted to know how things were going for Max before you spoke to him, partly to show him that you cared and partly because you wanted to know what mood he might be in. You smiled to yourself, pleased, when you saw him at the top of the rankings. Absentminded you begun to scroll down among the tweets, rolling your eyes at the people hating on Max and grinning proudly at all the people joking about how this season would just be win after win after win for him. Suddenly you stopped, a tweet written all in caps catching your eye.

MAX VERSTAPPEN LOOKING DAPPER WITH MYSTERIOUS BLONDE! DID HE LEAVE HIS GIRLFRIEND AT HOME?

You raised your eyebrows, not being able to stop yourself from clicking on the photos. Surely it was going to be something dumb, you were used to the rumors surrounding your boyfriend and you had simply learned to just tune them out. Scrolling through the pictures now, however, you could feel your stomach drop. It was blurry, but it was clearly Max. The photos were taken from far away but you saw him, dressed handsomely in a suit and bowtie, with his arms tightly wrapped around a tall blonde. Her back was turned against the camera so you couldn’t make out her face, but you didn’t recognize the body at all. The two of them seemed to be alone, standing outside what looked like the building where the banquet was held. In one picture Max was shown grabbing her cheeks, staring down at her. You squinted, as if that would help you distinguish his expression, but you couldn’t quite tell what was happening. You couldn’t deny that it sure looked like he was about to kiss her. Quickly locking your phone you dropped it in your lap, staring down at the black screen with wide eyes. That wasn’t just some rumor, something someone had claimed to see or made up. Those were real photos, photos of Max being way too close for comfort with someone who clearly wasn’t you. You knew you should calm down, take a step back until you could talk to him and let him explain. Surely there was an explanation that didn’t involve him actually cheating on you? Right? Before you had time to spiral further your phone lit up again, the picture of Max sleeping, drooling, in a cab you had as his contact photo illuminating your screen. Acting on reflex you picked it up, sliding your finger across the screen.

“Hello?”

“Baby!” He seemed surprised that you answered but quickly regained himself. “Am I disturbing you? Are you at home?”

“I just got home.” You answered, frowning at the shortness of your own tone. You weren’t sure how to approach him, you weren’t even sure what to say. Were you mad? Sad?

“Good. Feels like we’ve just missed each other the past few days.” Max shuffled around on the other end and you assumed he was laying in bed. With a content sigh he spoke again and you could hear the smile on his face. “How are you my love?”

“I’m good.” You mumbled, clicking on the speaker icon and placing your phone down in your lap.

“How’s the thesis coming along? I assume you just came from the library?”

“Hmm, yeah I did. It’s fine.” Max obviously picked something up in your voice because he was quiet for a few seconds before speaking up again.

“I hope you’re not spreading yourself too thin baby, you have to take a break sometimes.” His voice was full of concern and you don’t know if it was that or the pictures still haunting you but suddenly all you wanted was to be next to him. “Have you eaten today?”

“Actually,” you began, deciding what to say as the words were coming out of your mouth. “I was thinking about maybe coming to you? I think I can make it to the race if I leave tomorrow and-“ you stopped as you heard Max laugh on the other end, stomach twisting at the sound you usually loved. That was not the reaction you wanted.

“You know I miss you but that’s crazy baby.” He chuckled. You could feel the pressure take form behind your eyes. “You have things to do and I’ll be home in less than a week.”

“Yeah but I want to see you now. I thought you’d want that too.” You hated that his reaction, a very reasonable reaction at that, left you feeling so hurt.

“Of course I want to see you, but you shouldn’t come all the way here when we both know-“

“I shouldn’t?” His choice of words felt like a punch in the stomach and you frowned down at the phone. Max took a second too long to respond so you spoke again. “Why shouldn’t I? You don’t want me there?”

“What’s all this coming from?” The smile was far gone from his voice and now he just sounded bewildered. “You’re the one who opted to stay home because you had work to do.”

“Yeah well that was before I knew you’d cozy up with some other girl if I’m not there.”

You pressed your eyes shut, cringing at your own words the second they left your lips. You did not mean to put that out there like that. The line went quiet for a moment before Max broke the silence, voice as confused as it gets.

“What?”

You wanted to cry. “Nothing.”

“No, what did you say?”

“Nothing Max. Don’t worry about it.” You snapped, hating yourself more every time you opened your mouth. You really needed this conversation to be over, preferably before you started to cry. “I’m actually really tired, I think I’m-“

“No no no, you don’t just get to throw something like that at me and then hang up. What did you mean by that?”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.” You were rambling. “Just forget it. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” You heard Max say your name before you hung up, heart feeling like it was beating out of your chest.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of both worlds (part 7)

Tw: vomiting, sick reader, implications that the housemates r jerks before, imo boring chapter just some comfort for sickness times

Vote the poll down below n im gonna start making the next part after 20 votes

part 8

You can barely get out of bed.

That means you didn't get to clean up your post-exam clutter. Making the entire room miserable and almost unhabitable. You couldn't sleep because you had a terrible fever, needing to eat a couple of paracetamols to cool yourself down.

Anything that goes in your mouth comes back up. You wouldn't want to waste your food anymore, so you simply stopped eating.

You woke up to loud knocking, borderline banging on your door and to the voice of your housemate. She's yelling about someone being here to see you.

That can't be right. Why would anyone want to visit you? You're not asking this in a self depreciating way, but in a logical sense where you knew no one knew you're suffering from food poisoning.

Except...

Realization dawns upon you when you hear a series of softer knocks. You heard Yves's muffled voice from the outside, asking you to open the door for him.

You checked your phone. It's four in the afternoon. He should still be at the library, why is he here?

Then your focus went to the notification banner about the four missed calls he left.

"(Name)? It's Yves. You haven't been answering my calls. I'm worried about you."

The last person you want to see now is goddamn fucking Yves. Yesterday already took a toll on you, having him over is going to worsen the illness- if the fever didn't fry your brain, the stress would.

You refused to answer, covering your head with your pillow as he continued to knock.

Eventually though, he stopped. The walls are thin so you could hear him ask your housemate about you. She said you were hurling all night, keeping everyone awake. They witnessed you trying to eat a cooked packet of instant noodles, but you immediately threw it all up the moment you swallowed a forkful.

"I see." You hear him reply. "May I see the kitchen?" He asked.

She was taken aback by the request, a kitchen shared by 7 other students isn't going to be the cleanest. There was a pause before she told him that it was messy.

"That does not matter." He responded. You heard a sigh and she verbally told him to go ahead.

You're sure he knows what the condition of it is. He was there yesterday for the trash bags. You wonder what business he has there.

When you hear him walk away from your bedroom door, you force yourself and your aching muscles to creep out of your room. Planning to eavesdrop on his conversation.

"Is this all they eat?" His voice echoed through the hallway.

"Yes. I literally have never seen them eat anything else. Maybe the occasional cold pizza slice or two, but that's it. I don't think they even own a frying pan. Sometimes I wonder how that bastard is still alive." Ouch. A simple Yes would suffice. Why did she have to air your dirty laundry like that?

You heard the fridge open.

"Yeah, this was supposed to be their side of the fridge, but it was always empty. So we used it as a spare." Yves hummed in response.

You rushed back into your room when you heard his heels begin to strike the floor. Quietly shutting the door and tucking yourself into your bed.

Perhaps he's giving up, you're not coming out of your-

You stared wide eyed as the knob twisted by itself.

You forgot to lock your door. Shit, you fucking forgot to lock your door.

You heard one last set of calm knocking and Yves voice: "(name), I'm coming in."

He pushed it open and you see his tall, slender frame coming into view. His hair is flowy and luscious as usual, clear skin and pristine makeup on his beautiful face. While you look like crap. And your room looks like crap, you can barely see the floor.

You gape at the square of translucent hydrocolloid dressing on the back of his hand. Looks like his burn yesterday started to blister.

"Damn! You live like this?" Your housemate expressed her disbelief when her eyes landed on the clothes, indiscernible between used and washed, strewn all over the place. The opened drawers and stacks of empty cups.

You hid under your blanket, you told her to shut up and get the fuck out of your room.

"Alright, you're a grump cause you're sick. But just so you know, you're still on garbage duty this week." She responded.

You groan, telling her that you knew that already. You told her to go away. But she doesn't respect you, none of your housemates do.

"Could you excuse us, please?" Yves politely dismissed her. She agrees and leaves your room immediately. Yves closes the door to maintain some privacy.

You remained hidden under the sheets, not wanting him to see you so vulnerable.

"You poor thing." He sighed. You felt the bed dip as he sat on the edge. He gently peeled the blanket off your head, using the other hand to stroke your hair.

"You haven't eaten today, have you?" The fingers running through your grimy hair was... comforting. Too comforting, perhaps. You involuntarily started tearing up and crying, being reminded of a simpler time in your life. It brought back the feelings of security and safety, which you haven't felt in such a long while. You forgot how it felt, and it felt extremely good.

He stopped his caresses, but rested his hand on your scalp.

You told him you didn't mean to weep. You had no idea what has gotten into you. However, you're sure you're crying because of the state of your room and how two people had to see it- which includes someone with opinions you value very much: Yves.

He continued his affectionate touches as tears kept falling from your eyes.

No further words were exchanged between the two of you. Yves kept you company until you fell asleep from his rhythmic stroking. He pressed a kiss on your forehead before standing back up.

Yves sets his bag on your bed, he gets to work picking up stray articles of clothing from the floor. He dropped them all into your laundry basket in a messy pile.

Yves picked it up with no effort and carried it on his hip. He left your room and headed towards the basement, where the dryers and washing machines are kept. He knows where it is despite no one ever telling him.

--

You woke up with a jolt, thinking that Yves intruding your room was just a crazy fever dream.

Except, the presence of his unique luxury bag is right next to you. Scanning your surroundings, you definitely can tell Yves made his mark here.

You can see the floor again, you didn't know that it's that shiny and clean. All your clothes are missing and the corners are clear of any old trash. Everything you own is organized neatly, the shelves are displaying their respective categories in order. Your desk was wiped down and your textbooks arranged by colour.

Your room is unrecognizable, it wasn't even this nice when you first moved in.

Yves is nowhere to be found. You weakly got up and dragged yourself to the door. Locking yourself in and Yves out.

You always wondered what is in that bag. It seems to be carrying an impossible amount of items. Though, he uses a briefcase for his laptop and notes on weekdays, it's impressive that he managed to fit an umbrella in this small bag among other things.

You opened it and began rummaging through.

A lipstick, a compact mirror, disposable wet wipes, a hydrating facial spray, dry facial tissues, a hairbrush, his phone, a tin of breath mints, his oddly thin wallet- it made sense, the rich wouldn't carry around wads of cash. Only cards; An army Swiss knife, bandaids, a rectangle of a foldable grocery bag...

A set of keys attached to his car fob, a pen, some unidentifiable medication; it's printed in a foreign language, a case containing his reading glasses, another case that contains his sunglasses, portable eating utensils, a bottle of hand sanitizer, disinfectant spray, a power bank, charging cables, a portable fan, a hand fan, electronic ear buds, ear plugs...

Your jaw dropped in disbelief as you kept finding more things; perfume, a scrunchie, a couple of hair ties, sun screen, ointment, his reusable stainless steel thermal cup, lip balm, a face mask, portable paper soap, a stack of sticky notes and of course, an umbrella.

You dug deeper and found out that he's also hiding a scarf in there!

All that with heaps of space to spare, it doesn't look bulky from outside or in. You tried lifting it up by the handles, but it felt like you were trying to lift a barbell with one hand. It was bizarre how he could find what he wanted in the nick of time with all these things. Granted, it was neatly partitioned before you searched through it- oh. You messed up his system.

Shit! You're going to embarrass yourself again!

Well, you still have time. The door is locked and he isn't here yet, you could try putting it back.

You heard the door knob rattle. That must be him, he can't possibly get in right?

Your blood turned to ice when you heard the jingling of some keys. Of course, it's Yves. He would know to take your own keys with him. You heard him unlock your door.

You panicked and tried to hop out of bed, so you could barricade the door with something. But while doing so, you knocked the bag off the bed and made the contents of it spill out.

You let out a distressed yelp, his ten million things spread out all over the floor, some rolled under your bed.

"Did I startle you? I apologize." He came in with a laundry basket filled with freshly washed clothes. They're dry and warm to the touch. The basket looks noticeably clean too. Did he scrub it down? The dust and mold are gone, it went back to looking brand new.

You began apologizing, saying that you didn't mean to knock his bag down. You saw that as a potential escape from getting caught snooping around.

"No, it was my fault to leave it near the edge. It was bound to fall." He set the basket down and calmly began picking his belongings off the floor.

You let out a discrete sigh of relief. You're off the hook.

But obviously he knows what you did. His scarf shouldn't even be out of his bag, as he packed it at the bottom. His keys, lipstick and wallet should be the first to leave, yet it remained safely in the toppled bag because you flipped everything upside down while being a nosy person.

Plus, it was zipped up in the first place.

If he didn't want you peering in, he would have hidden it under your bed.

You got down on your knees and helped him collect the items. You dumped it back into the handbag, but Yves nonchalantly pulled it all back out to organize them himself.

"Thank you." He stood back up and securely placed it on your nightstand.

He turned to you and crowded you against the bed. Yves slid his hands under your chin, where the pulse is, checking your temperature by touch. You flinch and squirm because you're ticklish, but he paid no mind to it.

"You're having a fever." He noted. You release a baited breath when he lets you go, reaching for something inside his handbag.

You watch him unscrew the lid of his thermos cup. There isn't any particular Colour to the liquid. But there was a faint fruity scent emanating from it. The ice cubes bob around the mystery fluid. He also produced a metal straw which he plunged into the drink, you must have missed it when you were rummaging through.

He popped two tablets of paracetamol out of a blister pack and brought them to your lips. It's better to just let him feed you, so you took it in your mouth.

"Take small sips." He brought the straw to you.

The beverage is... salty. And sweet. It's sickeningly fragrant for a drink that's supposed to be enjoyable. Except it's not, it's an electrolyte solution he prepared to make up for the ones you lost. The coldness saved it.

You didn't realize how thirsty you were, he placed the cup in your hands before walking back to the laundry hamper. He opened a drawer and began folding your clothes into a neat stack.

You're starting to think he just likes silence. He has a perfectly functioning pair of expensive earbuds, but he doesn't use them neither does he want to initiate a conversation with you.

You put your drink away and flopped down onto your bed. You picked up your phone and decided to check your notifications.

You received a number of messages from the group chat with your housemates.

"(name) u gotta get ur bestie to visit more cuz this is the cleanest the kitchen has ever been!!!"

Attached to it is a series of before and after pictures of the entire house. You almost couldn't recognize the place, it was tidy and sparkling clean.

The rest of your housemates agreed in text, telling you that he was such a pleasant conversationalist.

"oh ya idk if hes still here but he made a massive pot of congee for u, its a fuckin banger u should try it" "Damn u lucky as hel to have him take out da trash on ur behalf, that shit was nasty and he did it without gloves too" "His car is still outside, he has got to be here." "oh shiiiittt hes gotta be LOADEDDD with a hot ride like that. where did u find him??" "Omg!! I need his recipe!! Can you ask him for it, pretty please, (name)? Maybe his number too??" "lawlz not u being hornyz on main" "lmaoo fuckin simp" "im not!! :(( he's just so sweet and handsome, im not stealing their man or anything, i just wanna get to know him!! you guys are just mean!!" "whatever u say president desperate"

You read all their text messages that devolved into banterings, looks like all your housemates know him now. You wonder what he talked about with them. What was there to talk about?

You were brought back to reality when you heard him shut the draw. He left your room once more to retrieve something.

Your phone pinged, alerting you of another text message.

"BRUH hes really still here"

Shortly after, you received a picture taken in the kitchen. Looks like the photographer tried to be subtle from its angle.

The photo showed Yves's back as he scoops something from a pot into a bowl, using a metal ladle.

"shit (name) how did u pull such a fine man It's literally 9pm rn" "What time did he come here tho?? Ik i came home at 6 and i saw him mopping the floor" "like 4pm" "FIVE HOURS ?? (NAME) TELL UR BESTIE HES WELCOME HERE ANYTIME WE WILL OPEN THE DOOR FOR HIM"

At least they seem to be less of pricks to you than before, all thanks to Yves. But it's such a shame that it took a good-looking servicing stranger to get them to act nice towards you.

"(Name), you have to eat something." You looked up from your cracked screen to see Yves holding a bowl of steamy congee. He pulled the chair from your desk and sat next to your bed.

"Sit up straight." He caressed the small of your back. You complied with his command while he stacked your pillows to make a backrest.

It has a mild, pleasantly savoury aroma.

He fed you by the spoonful agonizingly slow, you're horrified that you're now used to this gesture. It isn't something you feel flustered about, it just feels... right. It feels normal and it's as if he's done this for your entire life.

You're getting more comfortable with him and that scares the fuck out of you.

You're surprised that it's not making you want to hurl, the meal is actually bettering your stomach and you wanted to eat more even after finishing the entire bowl. It's definitely bland in your dictionary, since it's only seasoned with salt, pepper and freshly made chicken stock. But it was heavenly. And its the only thing you can stomach now.

You asked for more. You were shocked when your request is denied.

"You're full. You are going to vomit if I give you more. That's enough for now, I'll give you another bowl an hour later." He dabbed the corners of your mouth with a facial tissue.

You froze.

He is right. You are full. You wanted more because it tasted great, but you would have thrown it all up again.

It's eerie how he knows you better than you know yourself. And this is only the third time you have spoken to him. This doesn't seem right, does it?

Yves left your room once more to keep the dishes away. Predictably, the group chat blew up with astonished reactions that Yves appeared right before their eyes again.

You massaged your forehead, wondering if you should have been a bit more firm in saying no to Yves. But he just makes you so weak against him.

You checked the time and the digits turned from 9:59pm to 10:00pm.

It's getting very late.

[my-own-walker]

On The Other Line - Epilogue

note: sorry this took so fucking long i literally forgot about it lmao. many thanks to the anon that reminded me.

summary: the happy happy ending, marital bliss and such

warnings: none, just like fluffy stuff

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The vanity mirror in front of me lit up my face unforgivingly. I sat staring at my reflection, all too critical of the person staring back at me. Sighing, I picked up my moisturizer and got to work. An attempt to not feel so gross.

It had been years since Colin and I made the promise to each other to be together. 6, actually. 6 years ago to the day.

The date held a certain significance to both of us. Exactly two years after Colin's plea for us to give things a try behind the library, we got married. It was a small ceremony in the Easttown Fire Hall, the cheapest venue. The reception began as soon as we said our 'I do's.' We cleared out the makeshift 'altar' and it became our dance floor.

Small, yes, but also beautiful. I wore a vintage gown. A yellowing babydoll fit floor-length dress with deteriorating lace detailing and sheer fabric sleeves. It was my grandmother's. Colin had only proposed a few months prior. He was so excited to marry me, we rushed the whole ceremony. Looking back, I wouldn't have it any other way.

He wore a deep blue suit. He stood so stiffly at the altar it was as if he was in the police academy again. He cried as he said his vows. We danced all night in mutual bliss, surrounded by our closest family and friends. My Uncle Nick cried, too, when he made his speech, harkening back to the night we first met in his bar. It made him happy to take ownership of the beginning of our relationship like that.

Our first dance was to 'Waterloo Sunset,' by The Kinks. I didn't want anything sappy. Colin cried regardless.

Our tradition became going on a date every year on our anniversary as if we were only first dating again. We owned a house together, yet he'd still show up at the front door and ring the bell, flowers in hand like he was picking me up for our first date. He'd go visit his mom for the afternoon and get ready there, all so he could make things seem authentic. I loved how fresh it made things feel.

Only this year, I actually had butterflies. Not first date jitters, of course. No, this year I had a secret. One I was going to tell Colin about at dinner, or whenever it felt natural, I guess. Putting the brush down, finally satisfied with my work, I opened the bedroom closet to see a dress with a note attached to it.

'I saw this and thought of you. I can't wait to see you tonight. Love, Colin.'

I giggled to myself at his terrible handwriting. I unpinned the paper and brought it to the box I kept all of Colin's handwritten notes in. The dress was a precious brown floral mini-dress with a ruched chest and a white Peter Pan collar. There were puff sleeves and a tie in the back. It was exactly something I'd wear. My heart swelled when I noticed the price tag on the sleeve (the actual price hastily scribbled over by Colin) and saw it was from my favorite vintage store in town.

I slipped it on, softly praying it would fit, and to my surprise, it zipped up with no issue. A wave of nerves and nausea hit me. I doubled over slightly, scared I'd ruin the dress, trying to let it pass.

The doorbell rang so I forced myself to straighten up, slip on some shoes, and meet my 'date' at the door. I turned the knob and saw Colin standing on the step, wearing a brown shirt that matched the color of my dress perfectly under a suit jacket. His tie was knotted pristinely, signaling to me that it was his mother's handiwork. He had a bunch of daisies in his hand, my favorite type of flower.

'Holy shit,' he breathed, drinking me in.

'Oh shut up,' I giggled, feeling shy like I was a teenager all over again.

'That thing looks fuckin' awesome on you,' he grinned. 'I did a good job.'

'Ever the humble man, Zabel,' I quipped.

'Well, Mrs. Zabel, shall we?' he suggested, extending his hand to guide me out of the door. We walked arm-in-arm to the car, daisies now in my hand. He was sure to open the door for me demonstratively, further playing up the chivalry.

The restaurant he picked this year was a pretty good distance from home. I wasn't surprised to see it was an Italian place when we arrived. His favorite. The meal went well. It was a place we'd never tried before but we both ended up loving it.

Shortly before the dessert menus came, Colin produced a small box from his jacket pocket along with a handwritten letter.

'Colin, you didn't have to do that,' I whined.

'Uh-huh, yes I did,' he smirked. 'I don't wanna hear none of that shit, you're my wife and I want to spoil you.' He slid the box over the table to me and gestured with his hand for me to open it. I looked down and weighed the object in my hands.

I looked up at him, gazing through the strands of hair that had fallen in front of my eyes disapprovingly, knowing he spent all too much on an insignificant 4th wedding anniversary. I opened the tiny black velvet box to reveal a pair of dainty gold dangly earrings. One a sun, one a moon, each one possessing both of our birthstones.

'These are beautiful, my gosh,' I breathed, getting all choked up. 'I didn't get you anything nearly as nice!'

'You didn't have to get me anything, gorgeous,' he replied with a smile.

I took the earrings out of the box and put them on, then took a moment to admire how they looked on me using my phone's camera. I grabbed the letter off the table and slipped it into my purse for safekeeping.

'If I read that here I'll probably cry so embarrassingly we'll never be allowed back,' I laughed. 'Now my gift to you.' My stomach lurched at the thought. I couldn't exactly pin down why it made me so nervous to tell him my secret.

Colin took the card out of my hand and opened it. It was a regular anniversary card, but I made a very intentional writing error.

'The 3 of us have an amazing year ahead?' Colin read aloud.

'Mm-hmm,' I nodded, smirking.

'Who's the third?' he laughed, trying to make fun of my mistake. I didn't reply. I just sat there smiling until I saw the look of understanding wash over his face. 'No...'

'Yes,' I grinned.

'You're pregnant?!' he exclaimed, as calmly as he could, given we were in a public setting. I nodded. 'How long have you known?' His words came out in a breathy whisper. Tears brimmed in his eyes. He couldn't contain his smile.

'Just a couple of weeks. I figured it could wait until today.'

He sprung out of his seat and came over to the other side of the table, taking me by my hands to pull me to my feet.

'We're gonna have a baby,' he declared as he wrapped me in a tight embrace. 'I'm gonna be a dad.'

He pulled away, holding me at arm's length, looking at me with sparkling joy in his deep brown eyes. I had never seen a smile so big on his face. I was at a loss for words. His utter delight with the news told me everything I needed to know about our future.

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The happy ending Colin deserved :') I'm literally so sorry I forgot about this story idk what happened lmao. Thanks again to the anon that reminded me and thanks to all of you for your continued patience!

[gemini-sensei]

Hawk x Chubby!older!Larusso!reader, Sam introduces her to them all and reader and hawk hit it off, even tho reader is older she’s still really shy, and Sams catches them making iut in a corner in the halls at school?

What the Hell is Going on Here? | Hawk Moskowitz x Chubby!LaRusso!Reader

Fem!Shy!Reader ○ Read is 1 year older ○ y/n used ○ Fluff Blurb ○ Slightly Suggestive

Pls send more of these Hawk x LaRusso!Reader, I'm literally obsessed with this dynamic. There's so much that can be done with it, honestly. Please please please.

Their paths had never crossed for a multitude of reasons; they were in separate grades, taking completely different classes, didn't hang out with the same groups of people, but mostly it was because she was quiet and kept to herself. Her friends spoke for her when meeting new people, she didn't raise her hand in class let alone do anything like take up a position on a sports team or in student government. She wasn't a prominent student that demanded attention simply because she hated it.

Hawk didn't even know Sam had a sister until he and the other students of the dojo were invited over to her house for a "team bonding" movie night. When he showed up with Bert, Chris and Mitch, she was helping Sam put out snacks. He didn't know her name, but soon he would.

Y/N LaRusso.

She originally wasn't going to stay for the movie, but Sam talked her into it after introducing her to everyone. She gave a shy wave and hugged herself in attempt to appear smaller. She was shapely, with beautiful curves and a nice ass packed into her jeans. She was gorgeous and Hawk was immediately taken by her. He thought she was stunning, simple as that.

He didn't say much to her that night, but what he did say made her giggle. He threw popcorn at her because the movie was boring, she was far more interesting. She eventually threw a piece or two back, but before they knew it the movie was over and no one wanted to watch another one.

The rest of the evening was filled with socializing, which wasn't Y/N's thing. She crept to the back of the scene, let herself escape to the kitchen. No one noticed but him, so he followed.

"How come I've never seen you around?" he asked, startling her.

She jumped, the ice in her cup rattling and he couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him. He gave a small apology and she accepted it, then answered his question.

"I'm not really around, I guess," she said nervously. She looked down, thinking he didn't get her humor like most people. But he smiled, amused, and she missed it. "I mean, I go to school but I, uh, I don't do much."

"You don't do karate," he said, but it was more of an observation than anything else.

She looked up. "Not as a sport, no."

"What for then?"

"Exercise, meditation, mostly to relax."

He hummed, further intrigued by her. "Well, maybe you and I can spar sometime, not sport-wise."

She giggled and said she didn't know about that, then all too soon it was time for him to go. And on the drive home, which was a little longer than usual because he was dropping people off at their homes, he only thought of her. He thought about how she hide herself away, how she blended into the crowd, how she tried to disappear, but it was too late for that now.

He'd seen her, he knew she existed, and there was no going back now.

○●○

A few weeks later, Sam was walking down the school hallway with Miguel, a bright smile on her face. They were talking about their history reports and the topics they'd chosen for them. It was as exciting as it sounded, but they'd at least tried to pick interesting subjects to do their reports on. Whether that panned out well for them was yet to be seen.

As they were making plans to go to the library together after school, they were suddenly distracted by an obscene moan. They stopped talking, frozen in place as they looked at each other, silently asking if they'd heard what they thought they'd heard. When they heard it again, they knew their ears weren't playing tricks on them.

Too curious for their own good, they continued forward with a new goal. When they peeked into an alcove leading to some classrooms, Sam saw something she wished she could unsee.

Hawk was trying to eat her sister's face, at least that was what it looked like upon first glance.

In actuality, they were furious making out, tongues twisting together and lips mashing against each other in some kind of harmony. His hands were holding her ass, squeezing the meaty flesh tight and pressing her body against his. Her own hands were holding onto him, too, one on his shoulder and the other placed on the back of his neck. She was pinned to the wall, save for her lower back as it gently bowed to press her front against him.

She was letting out soft moans into his mouth, even whimpering. He was the loud one, groaning as if he didn't have a care in the world as to who might find them. They probably thought the halls were empty, but they didn't account for students who had a free period like Sam and Miguel.

His hand slid down to her thigh, gripping it and making her gasp. Then he started guiding it up onto his hip, which allowed him to slot himself between her legs. He groaned again once they were closer and his hips rocked into hers.

That was Sam's breaking point.

"Oh my god!" she let out, causing the two to pull away from each other's lips.

Y/N's already heated cheeks became hotter, burning her up as she stood caught in the act by her own younger sister. She didn't pull herself out of Hawk's grasp, but rather leaned into it and tried to hide her face in his hoodie. He licked his lips, trying to hide his smirk as he wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her into him as if they could possibly get closer. He knew she was embarrassed, and he didn't want her to be, but he let her hide and he held her in order to comfort her.

"What the hell is going on here?" Sam asked, her voice raising a pitch as her confusion and frustration mixed.

Beside her, Miguel stood shocked. His eyebrows shot up as he looked at the two, his best friend and Sam's sister. Anyone would say they seemed like an unlikely pair, his charisma and outgoing nature a hard contrast to her meek and shy personality.

However, Miguel's face softened from its sharp shock as he realized Hawk had an advantage other extroverts didn't: his former life as a nerdy introvert. As it clicked into place for him, Miguel understood a little more, whereas Sam was a little lost.

"Well?"

Hawk let his smug grin show. "Y/N and I are dating, if you couldn't figure it out for yourself."

Sam scoffed, looking between the apparent couple. "Since when?"

Y/N lifted her head, but wouldn't look directly at her sister. "Since... since a couple weeks ago?"

It came out as a question in hopes Sam wouldn't be too upset with her. She smiled nervously, looking up at her sister's still dumbstruck expression with hopeful eyes.

Sam continued to stare, blinking a few times to see if she'd wake up from a bizarre dream. However, she remained in her spot, feet stuck to the school's linoleum floor. Then she let out an exasperated breath. "Does Dad know about this?"

Y/N shook her head and Sam slapped her palm to her own.

"Oh my god."

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Run, Little Witch (Part 5)

Mary faces her demons.

It had started out as any other boring school day when her teacher had handed out their textbooks for what they were studying that week. The Twelve Labours of Heracles. An hour later, she had been engrossed in the stories of heroes and monsters and grand epic adventures. Once home, she had practically dragged her dad to take her to the library to take out as many books as she could on Greek mythology. For one of the few times, they'd had something to bond over, as she'd watched the old screen adaptations he thought a seven year old girl would never be into. Jason and the Argonauts. Clash of the Titans.

But it wasn't so much the heroes that little Louise found herself obsessed with. It was the gods and goddesses, particularly the latter. Her family wasn't religious but her school was CofE, same as most British primaries. She'd been taught stories from the Bible and made to sing hymns each morning at assembly. It had bored her to tears. Her parents had never discouraged any belief in the Christian god but she'd never felt as though there was anything there.

But when looking at the images of the Hellenic pantheon, on these magnificent and complex characters that were as much a part of nature as its creators and overseers, she felt a connection like never before. When she looked up at the full moon and called to Artemis, Selene and Hekate, she felt them call back to her. When she felt the tendrils of anxiety begin to coil around her chest, a call to Ares or Pan or Athena was enough to make them recede.

Finally, she no longer felt alone.

But tonight, as the family she had believed the gods had delivered her to in a strange twist of fate, dragged her towards the ancient well, she began to doubt her faith for the first time in over twenty years.

What would eternal darkness in a cramped space be like? How long would it take for her to lose her mind, even with being asleep most of the time? Would it come as a blessing? Would there ever be a way for Alison to get her out?

Will she even bother?

She barely has the strength left to keep fighting as they stop a metre from the moss covered stones.

"Any last words before we cast you out, witch?" The Captain asked.

Part of her wanted to leave with one sassy quip or smartass comment. She wanted to twist the knife in. But she was tired. So fucking tired.

"Just....know that, I don't blame any of you." She spoke, weak and broken. "I dunno when you'll get your true selves back but, whatever happens, it's not your guys' fault. I know you'd never want this. And...if you can just come visit and speak to me now and then, I'd appreciate it. I...I love you. All of you. Remember that."

A pause.

Then they all burst into laughter around her.

"Oh, that was so cringe, as the kids say." Julian snorts.

"Even I would never be that sappy." Kitty sneered.

Whatever. If it was her last chance to say the words, she wasn't going to waste it.

"Disappointing, I'll admit. But we won't delay putting you out of your misery much longer." Cap tucked his stick beneath his arm; "Robin, I think you should do the honours."

No, not him, please, any of them but him.

Refusing to go down, literally, without a fight, she thrashed and wailed as Robin attempted to pin her arms to her side and lift her up, holding her without a fraction of the tenderness he had held her so many nights before. She met his growls for her to be still with her own, snarling and spitting in his face. Her fingers clawed at his jagged mouth.

Let her be like Atalanta, she thought to herself. Let her be Boudica. Goddess, give her strength and power. Save her.

"Pius Montgomery!"

Everything went still as the name echoed across the field. Robin dropped her to his feet but kept a tight grip on her arms.

All the ghosts turned to where the interruption stood.

"What is it, woman?" Captain asked, irrate.

"The name be Mary. Not that I's expects you to remembers that. But you asked me earlier if we hadst met before. And we have." She said, more calm and confident than Silver had ever seen her be; "You oversaw my death on this here field."

He rolled his eyes; "I sent many a Mary into hellfire, wench. Common a name as there ever was one at that time."

"Ah, but there be only one Mary that you dids put to the pyre."

She raised her hands up, smoke billowing out from beneath her dress and sleeves and bonnet. The wind carried the scent of charred flesh. Human flesh.

The Captain's eyes widened.

"Of course. The Guppy woman!" He began to chuckle; "How did I not see it? Oh, you were an accursed creature if there ever was one. I still recall how you wailed before the flames even touched your feet."

His words cut enough to make Mary wince at the memory, just a tad, but she held her ground.

"That is troth. And yet...I remain your biggest failure."

A beat.

"How so?"

Mary smirked, "Because I still be here! You thought you'd sent me down to Hellfire but look! My body may be but ashes in the wind, but look at me!" She raised her arms in triumph; "My spirit doth thrive! I do nots suffer in the river of Styx and plea for redemption. Instead, I be more free in death than I was ever so in life!"

Silver could feel Robin's claws digging into her upper arms, but she knew the anger coming from the spirit inside him wasn't directed at her. All of the ghosts were glaring at Mary as she made her speech. Cap's knuckles turned white as he gripped his stick.

But...this meant that Mary really hadn't been affected by the spell. She hadn't been lying when she'd offered to protect Silver before. Fucksake, she'd jumped out of a rescue plane and back into the fire.

"You dare to blaspheme before me, woman..." Cap seethed.

"Oh? Can't handle that you lost?" Mary continued to taunt; "It be the truth. I spend my days in the sun without caring for a man's needs. I spend the Lord's time being idle. I revel in gossip with my fellow wenches. I curse the menfolk for all their misdeeds. I speak as a find, I laugh, I act, I sings...and I even fornicate!"

Everyone turned their heads to look at Robin, who merely cleared his throat.

"Filthy whore..." Cap grizzled.

"I even mades love with another woman." She admits with pride.

"SILENCE!"

Silver couldn't help but laugh. Whatever Mary was doing, she was just happy to watch this play out. One last moment of entertainment before her descent.

"And look at yous now! You failed to get me so you be going after a little girl with no real power, just misguided faith in fairy tales." Mary continued to mock him; "You be a piss poor servant to your Lord. How abouts you leave the silly wench and get what you truly want? Or be ye a scardey cat?"

Fuck. Is that what she was doing? Trying to sacrifice herself to save...

No. Goddess, no.

"Mary, don't-!" She tried to move forward but the cavemen held her down firm.

"How about I send you both down? Witch Mother and Witch Brat together forever." Said Cap, already advancing towards the smoking woman.

Mary smiled.

"Let it be. But yous haves to catch me first!" She ran back towards the house.

Silver's mind threw itself back into panic mode.

No. Don't leave me. Please, don't leave me.

"All of you stay with the young one. I'll get the crone." Captain marched towards the house. "She won't slip away from me this time."

Inside James' head, he was screaming.

One moment he'd been at the window of the common room, looking out across the moonlit field as he waited for the others - late as usual - to arrive for Story Club. The came the sound of glass smashing on the floor down the hall. Before he could go to investigate, to check if Alison was unharmed, something had caught his attention in the reflection of the windowpane. Then, before he knew what was happening, a thousand tiny worms were wriggling their way through his eye sockets and into his brain.

Suddenly, his body was not his own. His hands, his feet, his voice were being controlled by whatever interloper had invaded his soul. Silver had entered the room and his eyes were immediately drawn to the pentacle around her neck. A symbol which had caused him some weariness on first meeting her, but then grew to appreciate after she'd explained its meaning to him.

Balance. The four elements and the spirit in harmony. Protection. He might not share her beliefs but they were a part of her personality, for better or worse. There were many frequent reasons for them to clash but her pagan religion was of no concern to him.

But the entity within him had burned with rage at the sight of her. Not just the symbol, but her clothes, her attitude, the very existence of her.

He'd tried to fight. Good Lord, he had fought with all his strength as his own hands had been made to strike at her. As the stick, Anthony's stick, had been used as a weapon. An instrument of torture.

And to make matters worse, he wasn't the only one. The curse had fallen upon the others. Even sweet Katherine. Even Robin, who they all knew adored the girl as if she were the daughter of his precious Moonah.

He would never forgive himself for the pain Silver had been put through. If she was sent down the well by his command, whether it was his will or not, he would spend every waking moment of his existence trying to bring her back into the light.

But then came Mary. Brave, wonderful Mary. She goaded the demon within him. She lured him back to the house, intent on finishing the work he'd begun four hundred years before.

And she lead him straight into Alison and Mike, the two of them holding up a cracked mirror.

His own reflection stared back at him, startled by the sight of his black eyes.

"In the name of the Lord, I do banish thee from this world." Mary spoke with urgent clarity, moving to stand behind him; "In Jesus' name, I do cast thee out of this stolen vessel and into the mirror."

"No....No, you won't put me back! I refuse to go back!" He bellowed, furious.

But there was already a gravitational pull emerging from the glass. James could feel it, he could feel the parasite losing its grip on him. His mind finally had the give to wriggle free and push against him.

"Mary, I dunno how long I can hold this for." Alison warned.

"Yeah...I keep feeling the need to drop it." Mike confessed.

Come on, you two. Just a little bit longer.

They all had to work together to see that this was done. James gripped his stick, thinking of Anthony, of the words of encouragement he'd give if he were here. Fight, Sir. Fight, Captain. Fight, James. Don't give up. Your friends are waiting.

"God in Heaven, we ask you to lend us your power! Send this creature to a place He can never cause harm again!" Mary prayed aloud; "Release your servant! Seal the monster! Let him be bound for all eternity! In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen!"

"No, no...No, no, no!" The spirit thrashed like a child having a tantrum; "I won't go! I won't go back!"

"Yes you will." James regained control of his voice, "Now, in the words of my foul mouthed young friend, piss off!"

With one final mental kick, he dismissed the creature from his ethereal body and sent it hurtling into the mirror.

Alison and Mike struggled to keep their grip as the black onyx gems shimmered.

And then there was silence.

Everyone stumbled forward, clutching at their stomachs and retching violently. Darkness wafted out of them, like the pineapple scented fumes that occasionally came with Kitty's vomiting. Only this left them with the taste of burnt flesh on their tongues.

They put their hands out to keep their balance, the world seeming to spin around them as if an earthquake had just passed. Kitty and Fanny reached for each other while Julian grabbed Pat and Thomas nearly collapsed into Humphrey's body's arms.

"...That was a bad dream. Right?" Julian was the first to break the silence, "We all snorted some stuff we shouldn't have and had a really bad joint trip, yes?"

The look everyone gave him said enough.

"....Thought so. Damn it." He cursed, leaning forward to rest his hands on his knees, catching his breath.

Robin blinked, then looked down to the source of the soft sobbing coming from beneath him. His fingers were still dug deep into two pale arms.

"Moo...Moonah girl?"

He let her go and she scrambled back, away from them all.

"Woah, woah, pet, it's all right." Pat attempted, reaching a hand out to her as she staggered back like a wounded animal; "Easy now, Silver, love. He's gone now. There's no reason to be afraid."

That didn't seem to be nearly enough to reassure the traumatised young woman. Her eyes, unnaturally bright from the permanent contacts within, gazed at them all with fear and distrust.

Robin stared in bewilderment at his paws. Then he made a move towards her.

"Silver-."

"DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME!" She screamed, then collapsed against a tree. Sobs wracked her body, making each breath short and shallow.

Kitty clutched at her mouth; "Oh no. What have we done?!"

They propped up the mostly restored mirror against the living room wall.

"And you're sure it's done?" Alison asked Mary.

"Can yous still feel him slitherin' in your brain?"

She shook her head. When she thought of Silver, there was no sense of unease or caution. She was just Silver. Their sweet but occasionally obnoxious and opinionated Wiccan.

"Then I thinks it work." Mary said, breathing a sigh of relief; "Best make sure this glass holds and doth not risk being broken again."

"Mike's friend has a crate load of screen protectors. They're for phones but he's gonna see if I can tape them all together or something. We'll sort it, don't worry." She smiled at her friend; "I know better than not to take you seriously from now on, Mary. I feel awful."

"And sos so you shoulds. But I is glad you learned."

They turned to look at the Captain, sat on the sofa, head in his hands. He'd already asked to be given a moment while he grappled with the nights events. Understandable. Pius seemed to have honed in on him in particular as his main vessel for whatever reason.

If he was free then surely the others were as well.

As if for confirmation, Pat passed through the wall, out of breath from running but looking very much the kind Yorkshireman they knew.

"Mary. You're needed, love."

Her screams had subsided into endless crying as she sat on the grass, hugging her knees to her chest, tears falling onto her patterned leggings.

They'd all given up on trying to approach her. Every movement and soft word just seemed to upset her more.

Robin, instead, went over to Kitty, also quietly crying, and put his arm around her shoulder. Thomas and Julian hanged their heads in quiet shame as Humphrey's body carried his own sullen head.

What could be said to fix what had occurred tonight, the tragedy had been narrowly avoided?

"Darlin' girl!"

Silver raised her head at Mary's voice, blinking through her tears to see the older woman jogging towards her.

The young witch released another sob and reached her arms up towards her.

Mary fell to her knees and pulled her into the biggest hug, Silver clutching onto her, grabbing at the folds of her dress and burying her face against her chest.

Alison followed close behind, quietly herding the group back to the house to give the two of them a moment.

Both Robin and Kitty looked back, guiltily, before tearing themselves away.

Silver cried out every bit of anguish she had been through for this one evening. It had felt like so much longer. She couldn't even look forward to the mercy of sleep for another twenty eight hours.

Until then, she just wanted to bury herself in the arms of the one person who hadn't hurt her with words or fists this wretched night. The one who had been willing to put herself in harms way to save her.

"There there, little'en. T'is over now. I'm here. I's got you, my darlin'."

[quodekash]

AAAAAA HIDDEN AGENDA ITS FINALLY HERE

I CRIED WHILE WATCHING THE TRAILER TWO WEEKS AGO AND IM STILL NOT SURE WHY, BUT I DO KNOW THAT IM FREAKING EXCITED FOR IT SO LETS GOOOO

friends and foes, ladles and gentlespoons, humans and robots and aliens, i present to you: the very first line in this entire series.

truly eye-opening.

same.

also LOUIS

HELLO LOUIS

ILY LOUIS

dunk with glasses is a gift we dont deserve but we do love it and are eternally grateful for it

boy you're whipped already

IM CRYING

WHY AM I CRYING AT THAT

HES JUST STARING AT HIM WHY IS THAT CAUSE FOR TEARS

why are people attractive.

we have this bitch. we have dunk in glasses.

im dying over here.

"i booked the studio. and you're over by 5 minutes. how would you pay me back?" idk man, i think you should make out for 5 minutes. it only seems fair.

BRO I WAS KIDDING WHY ARE YOU STEPPING THAT CLOSE TO HIM

OISHI SPONSORSHIP

(welcome to my blog, im obsessed with oishi despite never having tried it (YET, ill find an asian grocer with it one day))

THEM

IM PRETTY SURE THEYRE ONE OF THE MAIN REASONS I CRIED DURING THE TRAILER

I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH

is this the library from my engineer.

it is not the library from my engineer :(

ITS SUCH SIMPLE HUMOUR BUT ITS SO FUNNY TO ME

bro louis' character is such a mood in this

what is it with characters called pat and being me-coded

interesting book placement, right next to the book theyre looking for

i get that its in the political section but i like that 'gender violence' and 'violence against lesbians and gay men' and 'breaking the silence: violence against women in asia' are just right there, like gmmtv is trying to say something

idk what theyre saying, im too tired to decipher it, but i think thats pretty interesting

anyway

AJ IS SO TALL AND LOUIS IS SO SHORT AND ITS SO FUNNY TO ME

dO YOU MEAN PRANSOCOOL????

pls theyre gossiping about him on the bus and they have no idea that HES ON THE BUS and his reactions are so funny, i love him so much

nice. very casual. he'll have no idea that you like him.

THEYRE BOTH SO PRETTY

AND ALSO HOT

AND ATTRACTIVE

AND SO PRETTY

I LOVE THEM

I LOVE PEOPLE

IM TOO PAN FOR THIS, SEND HELP

WITH WHO???

IS IT PERHAPS WITH UH

THE CHARACTER PLAYED BY AOU? i forgot his name

g u y

not kidding, guy is literally his actor's name

G U Y

i think it's entirely unfair that joong is so pretty and attractive AND he's so talented at singing. its very rude

awww he caught him

REASSURING BACK RUBS WHILE HE THROWS UP THATS SO SWEET

IF THIS LINE GETS TAKEN OUT OF CONTEXT IM--

oh you think he's so cute (you're right)

HSDFSDFSHDFDS

WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THIS

that conversation was literally

"punch yourself" "okay." "wait dont punch yourself" "so youve forgiven me?" "nope. now come with me to a room where itll just be us two and i'll probably end up serenading you with my voice and guitar, and itll leave you feeling really confused"

like. what the hell.

HIS HAIR IS SO PRETTY

kiss.

b r o

theyre so queer and i cannot deal with it

ITS SO UNFAIR HOW PRETTY HE IS

bro is just being so upfront about stuff, gosh damn. i could never.

also that line reminded me of "i just like to see your face (when you lose)" from bad buddy

THE EPISODE IS OVER ALREADY??

he's gay, hun, that's gonna be a little bit difficult

THAT WAS A LOVELY START TO THE SERIES

im not quite obsessed with it yet, but i suppose thats because there hasnt been a side couple introduced yet, and i am an unfortunate example of Side Couple Syndrome, BUT as of currently, joke and zo are lovely and joongdunk are lovely and this series seems lovely, and i am very excited for episode 2

[kaixserzz]

From what i read on your old blog, zandik is the better cook, so it got me thinking of a lil scenario:

It was zandik's birthday, but he didn't care. What so special about birthdays anyway? It's no different from any other day, at least that's what he thought. You seemed to have a different view, 'of course it's important!!' your voice echoed in his head, he let out a sigh. He'd rather be tending to his reaserch and experiments right about now, but you've kicked him out of your shared little home, telling him to 'get himself something nice' and sent him off with a bag of mora in his hands. He honestly couldn't believe you'd managed to do that, granted, you did shove him all the way out of his chair and out of the house, but he didn't try too hard to stop you either. He'd humor you this time, but only because you were being much more tolerable lately.

The bag of mora jingled with each step zandik took as he made his way back to your shared house, of course he didn't get anything, why would he? Anything he needed you'd get him before he'd even ask for it, he'd just be throwing your hard earned money away.

The strong and chocking smell of smoke was what first assaulted zandik's poor nose as he opened the front door. 'what have you done this time??' as he stomped his way to the kitchen, the main source of the smoke, and-

.

.

It was quite... a sight, it left him and baffled. The kitchen was a wreck, flour and batter was covering the counters, and... the ceiling too?? Your face was covered in soot and flour, your hands covered in thick, strawberry patterned oven mitts, the same ones you insisted to buy because 'the little strawberries are so cute'. In your hands was a cake, well, what's left of it anyway. It was burnt beyond recognition, and still in the silver pan you baked it in, which was now also somehow, burnt. You were trying (and failing) to scrape the cake onto a plate, but it seemed to have literally fused to the pan.

It was only due to the sound of zandik dropping the bag of mora on the ground that you'd finally noticed his presence. Clear shock was written all over his face, his red eyes met yours

"uh... Happy birthday?"

STOPPP NOT MY OLD BLOG 😭😭 but i guess i both hc that zandik can cook, and can't cook. ITS JUST. IT FEELS LIKE HE COULD COOK, BUT LIKE, SOMETIMES IM LIKE "that bitch should never enter the kitchen".. IT SEEMS SO SILLY FOR HIM TO BE THE ONE WHO'S GOOD AT COOKING (thats why my writing may differ time to time)

BUT THIS IS SO FUNNY AHAHAH,, he'd really rather be in his room because, well, birthdays were never important to him. it's not like people wanted to celebrate his birthday either way. you on the other hand? you're more sentimental on things that shouldn't be a big deal, but you are anyways. that's one of the things that makes you, you.

however, he does not appreciate you kicking him out of the comfort of your shared dorm room... he didn't complain, but that's besides the point (you looked so excited, he couldn't say no)! so he spent the day in a library to read whatever that interests him, and ignoring the stares and whispers behind his back.

he didn't except to come home to such a catastrophe. there are many reasons why zandik has banned you from the kitchen, and you making an absolute wreck of the kitchen as if a hurricane just passed your dorm was one of the reasons why he made those rules!! he pinched the bridge of his nose, holding back from showing any more irritation to not break your poor fragile heart. he should've known you'd pull something like this.

so he literally spent the majority of his birthday helping you clean up the kitchen. he sent you to the bathroom to take a bath halfway through and when you finished, he's putting back the rest of the messy plates on the drying rack.

zandik sighs when he looked at you. you were like a dejected kicked puppy with the way you acted, a frown on your lips and eyes all teary. you just felt extremely bad for fucking up :(

"i just wanted to do something special for your birthday..." you mutter, fidgeting with your fingers and refusing to look at him. you hear him sigh again, and you tried not feel more humiliated than you already do. but the unexpected happened.

zandik wrapped his arms around your body, his face buried on your neck. then he pulled away quickly, not before planting a kiss on your cheek. "you're always so thoughtful. i appreciate that. next time, try not to make a mess."

the way you instantly brightened up, face completely flushed in embarrassment, but happy he's not that pissed at you for wasting a day away from his work. "i promise! i'll just buy you a cake." you grinned, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. zandik could feel the tips of his ears burn before he pushed you away, glaring at you.

"don't get any ideas just because i thanked you!" you only laughed at that, and he felt his insides melt at the sound of it. maybe just by having you around was enough as a birthday gift for zandik.

"now, tell me..." he hesitated. "when's your birthday?" the shit eating grin on your face makes me regret that he ever asked.

THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA ANOND SHDSAGHDA zandik could NEVER be too mad at you!! esp when he's hopelessly inlove AHAHAHA <33

[ithinkabouttzu]

Hiii, first of all, I love you blog and the whole vibe. You're probably the first blog I've seen with the combination of kpop and band of brothers, cool combo.

I would like to request a band of brothers ship :))) My pronouns are he/him, I'm pretty short. I play the guitar and love drawing, photography... just anything artistic. I'm always optimistic and am very social. I love giving gifts whether its art or self baked food or random rocks... fun fact, I'm Belgian and I've been to bastogne a whole lot of times growing up,hope that enough information ;)

Also, I think you would really like @rogue-barnes-durin-main they're lovely and your blogs are somewhat alike ;)

Have a great day!

Yes hii thank you so much for your request and i’m so glad you like my blog! 💖

I ship you with…

David Webster!

Song recommendation: Cruel Summer - Taylor Swift

- OMG what an iconic couple

- Okay so I think you guys would meet in a public library or something like that, both of you are so artistic and smart (in your own respective ways ofc) but he’d be trying to find a seat in there, and that’s when he sees you

- You looked so handsome but angelic at the same time, it almost took him of guard for a second because he wasn’t expecting someone so pretty to be in a library on the weekend.

- You would be so focused, on whatever you were doing, and he would be nervous to come and sit by you because he wouldn’t want to disturb you

- And you obviously catch on to his extreme staring at you, when you look up from your work and give him a sweet smile

- He almost passes out in that moment, you just smiled at him? Btw your gorg smile literally has his face in a deep shade of red

- He has to go over to you now, when he finally does, he can finally see how nice you look in the window sunlight, he can also see what you’re working on, it’s a drawing, and that’s when he’s like wait, that’s actually like so good??

- “That’s a real pretty drawing you got there, by the way, what’s your name?” AHHHH that’s exactly how he says it

- And of course you guys start talking together, immediately hitting it off, talking about all kinds of stuff, like what you usually draw, and his writings, the best books to read all of it, even to where the librarian has to tell you guys to leave because you guys are way too loud for a library

- he would find you extremely fascinating, you guys would go to a cafe afterwards because he just wants to get to know more and more of you atp, and the rest is history.

- He loves and admires your positive attitude so much, it really uplifts him in days where he feels like absolute shit, on his bad days, you can always bring a smile to his face with your encouraging personality

- You’re more of the social one in the relationship, but overall both of you are pretty outgoing when it comes to hanging out with friends, y’all are always talking to others and making friends with people, I think you guys would be a very charming couple in terms of talking and socializing, y’all are just so nice who wouldn’t wanna hang out with y’all?!

- Okay, when you bake him dessert as a gift for the first time, this man swears he fell in love, like actually swore up and down he was gonna marry you after he had a bite of the brownies you gifted him

- speaking of baking, I think you two would spend just one day where you guys bake up a whole bunch of cookies and such at it would be so fun and cute, he would be like such a romantic the whole time, putting cookie dough on his finger for you to eat, kissing your cheek and holding you while you prepare the baking pans and the dough, it would be so nice oh my gosh

- Or if you give him something that you drew or painted, his heart would literally melt, he knows how much thought and time you must’ve put in it and just that alone makes him fall in love with you all over again, he literally with thank you over and over again til you’re just like, “Dude, chill” LOL

- and in return of course he writes you a small poem that’s so romantic and sweet, it would literally bring you tears to your eyes, cause literally the thought of someone writing you a poem, confessing how much they’re in love with you is so adorable 😭

- He would find it SOO cool that you play guitar, like that’s just so neat to him and he would literally beg you to play something for him, he’s honestly such a fan girl for you when you play it and he just full on loves when you play the guitar, it also gives him hella butterflies

- omg omg omg, how could I forget your photography, he would jokingly always ask for you to take a pic of him while you guys were out together, and whenever you guys have a date outside or out in nature he would ask you to bring your camera stuff or whatever you use for photos,

- Like say you guys were on a picnic, he’d become the temporary photographer 🤣 he’d just be like, “babe look” and he would talk all kinds of photos, and even if they’re completely horrible you can’t tell him that because that would break his ego into pieces LMAO

- But I think you guys would go together sooo well, I can get like 100% that he would completely treat you like royalty and it would be so cute 😭 you never have to worry about anything ever when you’re with him

Thank you again so much for your request!! And i’m def going to check out @rogue-barnes-durin-main ‘s blog RNNNN 😋💛💛💛

[speckostardust]

Blueberry, Looking Out Of The Closet

A 5 + 1 fic about coming out.

The first chapter is out on Ao3 now! Check it out! It takes place in a modified post-pacifist Underswap!

The next chapter is set to be released in either March or April.

Read it on Ao3

Chapter 1: Nights of Giftmas

The heater is on, blowing warm air into the room. Blue’s room is left dark, save for the small light under their blanket, coming from their laptop’s LEDs at the lowest setting. 

Blue is opening their favorite game, AUniversity. The intro begins, a short cinematic, and Blue doesn’t skip it. Why would they ever? They love it.

The camera pans above water, showing a large school overlooking a lake. It zooms into a courtyard, with two large goat-like monsters passing out free samples of some kind of food on a stick. One is wearing a tropical-patterned with huge curved horns and long blond hair, and the other wears a purple sundress and sunhat with a purple ribbon, with small horns poking out from them. Boxes slide in from off-screen to under their face as the camera zooms in on the two smiling, naming them as Kingsly and Quinn. Blue knows them as the nice ones. They do a bunch of charity work together. Quinn likes to help out her fellow students and tutor them for free, and Kingsly likes to cook meals for those in need.

The camera zooms off to another part of the campus, right outside of a dorm room. Inside, two humans argue: One has very tanned and dark skin, wearing a blue shirt, and the other is pale, with a slight blush, wearing a green hoodie. The boxes slide in as the one in green throws a book at the other, naming them as Sirik and Harac. The troublemakers. Both love to prank pretty much everyone.

The camera goes through the room and out the door, into the hallway, where two monsters are talking: a cheery light blue rabbit wearing a soft yellow polo and deep red pants, and a brown cat wearing a pink sweater and leather jacket, who looks like he’d rather be anywhere else. The boxes name them as Henry and Harper. The top student and the bad kid. Henry is almost always studying, and trying to drag Harper into his studies. Harper constantly tries to skip class, but Henry literally drags him to class.

The camera runs through the halls and into a classroom, with a teacher teaching the class. The teacher is an enthusiastic, tall skeleton, and a box slides in to name him Roman. The best teacher in the school. He teaches history and is super passionate about it. He wants all his students to feel safe in his classroom.

The camera exits through another door in the classroom and rushes down another hall, then into another doorway leading to a library. At a table sits two monsters: a tall, angry-looking fish lady with red hair, with her head in her hands over a book, and a much smaller yellow lizard patting the other’s back. The boxes slide in to name the two as Nerco and Phonse. Nerco came to the school on a sports scholarship, and really struggles with her studies, and Phonse tutors and helps Nerco as much as she can.

The camera goes past the two and into a dark corner of the library, where a skeleton with a green scarf and black jacket sits on a bean bag, crocheting a small blue blanket. The box slides in to name him Kaushan. Blue’s favorite character. He's the librarian, and often sleeps in the corner of the library to avoid doing his work. He’s not the best at communicating, which is why Blue relates to him so much.

The camera then moves to a book on a nearby table, where it opens to a painting of the school itself. In the sky above it, the title fades in, and under it the main menu.

Blue smiles as they start the game itself. Their avatar climbs out of bed in their dorm room, a little chibi skeleton. It’s dressed in a white sweater, black pants, and a light blue scarf, and its eyes are bright stars. They spent a while trying to get it as accurate as possible. They move their character out the door and to the library in a practiced motion.

In the dark corner of the library, Kaushan sits on his beanbag, just like in the intro, but in a chibi art style. With the game prompting them to, they sit down on a beanbag next to him. 

A text box slides in from the bottom of the screen, as a much more detailed image of Kaushan slides in from the right, and a more detailed version of Blue slides in from the left.

“Oh, hi, Blue.” The text box says. Kaushan’s name appears under him over the text box. “How was your winter vacation?” 

Oh, that’s right! Giftmas had just passed. They had spent the entire day with their brother and a ton of friends! They had planned to come out as non-binary to everyone that morning when they were opening gifts, by giving their brother a gift that had confetti and stuff in it, but they got too nervous, and…

Well, the gift is still sitting under their bed.

They look at their options to respond. 

“> I didn’t really do anything exciting. > I went on vacation to a cooler place. > I spent it with my family.”

They select the last option. “I spent it at home with my family.” They whisper the words on the screen out loud, to better feel immersed in the game. 

“> It was great! > It was nice, but something happened. > It wasn’t the best.”

“It was nice, but something happened,” Blue whispers.

“Oh no, what happened?” the digital skeleton asked. 

“> I wasn’t able to tell them something. > It just wasn’t too great. > There was an incident.”

“I… wasn’t able to tell them something,” they whisper, reciting the words on the screen, before deviating from them. “I really wanted to tell them all, especially Paps, that I’m non-binary, but I just wasn’t able to do it.”

They wonder why the game had such an accurate answer for what they wanted to tell Kaushan. Sure, they had saved the game right after the winter midyears, but these text prompts were way too close to reality.

“Oh, I see.” Kaushan’s sprite changes to a smiling pose. “I hope that, even if it’s far in the future, you’re able to say what you want to say.”

“Thank you, Kaushan,” Blue whispers, going off of the game’s text once again. “I wish I could tell them. I want to tell them so bad! But even if I plan everything, down to each and every reaction, I just can’t do it!”

A knock comes from the door of Blue’s room, causing them to jump a little. 

“Hey, bro?” Papyrus’ voice calls. Blue cringes slightly at their brother misgendering them, even though they haven’t come out to him yet. “We’re having ice cream downstairs. You want some?”

Quickly, they save the game and shut their computer, then pop their head out of the bottom of their blanket to look at their brother. Still, they speak in a whispered voice. “Do I have to go downstairs?”

Papyrus chuckles. “I thought your social battery was empty. Brought some up for you. Mind if I sit in here? You don't gotta talk if you don't wanna.”

Blue ponders for a moment, a speculating look crossing their face. After a moment, they nod, crawl out of the bottom of their bed awkwardly, and stand up to face their brother. Papyrus offers a bowl of ice cream and Blue takes it. Together, the two sit on Blue's bed.

The two eat their ice cream silently, the only sounds in the room coming from the talking downstairs and the slight clinking of their spoons against the porcelain bowls. 

“Hey, Paps?” Blue starts, still whispering. “I uh, um…”

“What’s up, Sans?” Papyrus responds.

There it is again. That name that they are so deeply connected to. The name that they were given when they were born, the name that’s on all their papers, and the name that they grew up with. 

But still, even through all that, the name that they have grown away from and feel disgusted by. Small tears start to well up in Blue’s eye sockets.

“Hey, hey, bro, it’s okay, take your time.” Papyrus desperately attempts to comfort his sibling. He takes Blue into an embrace, where Blue is attempting to stop their tears.

Slowly, Blue’s sobbing stops, but the tears don’t stop flowing from their eye sockets. “I uh… I’m sorry.” Their words are barely even a whisper yet. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” I’m sorry for not being able to tell you is what Blue wants to say, but the words never properly come out.

“Don’t say you’re sorry. What’s wrong?” 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I…” They gulp, swallowing nothing but nerves. “I… I want to be called Blue.”

“I… could you repeat that? I couldn’t hear you.” Papyrus leans a little closer to his closeted sibling.

“It’s nothing, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have even tried.” Blue panics to say something else, change the topic, c’mon, they can do something. “T-the ice cream’s good!” They say a little too loud, flinching at the volume of their own voice.

Papyrus looks at them, a small frown crossing his face. “Yeah, it is.” 

Silence takes over between the two again, the warm air from the heater drying the last of Blue’s tears. When they’ve finished their ice cream, Papyrus takes the bowl from them and goes to leave the room.

“You know, I really care about you,” Papyrus says. “If you ever want to talk about anything, you can talk to me.” He pauses with a sigh. “We could get you a therapist, if you want.”

Blue stays silent, but shakes their head slightly.

“Just… think about it, ‘kay?” Papyrus starts to pull the door closed. “G’night, bro.”

The door clicks shut, and Blue collapses onto their pillow, letting the blanket fall on top of them, and moving their laptop to their bedside table. All they want to do is tell their brother. They could’ve done it right then and there. It’s all they want to do…

[countrymusiclover]

35 - Past Comes Calling

Part 36

His Golden Princess

@lostweasleychild @fanficismydrug @misskitty1912-blog @drakoneve

Do you want me to start including more flashbacks of Emma and Astrid??? Let me know down below.

Shutting one of the books from the clock tower library I huffed resting my arms on top of it eyeing my husband. “I don’t understand why we can’t just melt the whole ice wall now. I mean my sister is safe and the person who literally created the wall is now staying in my parents apartment.”

The woman in the blue dress named Elsa was concerned with finding out what happened to her sister Anna. She desperately wanted her back safely where I could understand that. But I didn’t understand why her ice wall was still a problem. “Yes we can obviously melt it, lass. But we have no idea what that girl spelled it with. She could curse the entire town if we provoke her spell.”

“Am I hearing that right? The man that is literally named the Dark One is concerned with a spell. I thought you didn’t let anyone or anything stand in your way.” I teased him by flipping my hair out of my eyes, sending him a slight glare.

Rumple moved around the glass counter gently snapping me by my wrist quickly tugging me into his chest. “I am…” He said in a low growl making me hitch a breath in my throat blushing a little at finding it rather intriguing. His eyes held sternly for a moment before he spoke his next words softly. “Except now I have you and this little one of ours on the way. I don’t want anything happening to you.”

“If you say so. Now I am going to get some ice cream. Do you want to join me?” I asked breaking away from him.

He shakes his head no, gesturing towards another pile of books sitting near us that we needed to go through. “I’ll let you take a break on your own. If you want, bring me back a cone.” Heading through the shop door the bell rang with me walking a few blocks finding the shop. Henry had gotten me turned onto this shop before Pan’s curse and now I love it.

“Hey, are you open yet? Holy crap it’s you.” I paused in my steps seeing a familiar blonde woman that used to mean everything to me and my sister when we were kids.

The woman who I remembered was named Ingrid. "Astrid. Oh my gosh it's been so long. Look at you, you're all grown up. Is your sister here?"

"That's none of your business. I'll just take two chocolate cones and then I'm leaving." I responded back in annoyance. This woman is the reason Emma and I didn't talk for a few years before she ended up in jail pregnant.

She slowly handed me two cones watching me leave. "Come back soon."

Making my way back into Rumple's shop I slammed the door behind me scoffing under my breath. He comes out from being in the backroom seeing my current state. "What happened, lass?” He takes his ice cone and mine from my hands.

“Someone from my past is here…here in Storybrooke.” I muttered pressing my back against the red wooden door feeling my heart quickening inside my chest.

“Emma. Em wait!” I called chasing my sister down the street. We had been spending the day at the fair with Ingrid and she told us that she was thinking of adopting us.

She halted in her tracks spinning around on her feet with some tears in her eyes. “That woman is insane…she nearly got us kicked Ast. I can’t believe the first person who would actually want to adopt us both turns out to be nuts!”

“Maybe she is right. That we are special and I don’t mean normal special. We could be something more than we even realize…like uh…like we have magic or something.” I stumbled on my word’s trying to remain hopeful that we would find a home like someone would in a kids story book.

My sister put her hand over, sighing heavily. “Astrid just stop. That woman is insane and I can’t believe you think that she is onto something.”

“Well it’s better to believe in something crazy that might give you hope then to just get your heart broken over and over!” I raised my voice feeling some tears falling down my face. “Maybe we have to change what we are doing…and go our separate ways.”

“You mean get adopted by different families…Astrid we probably won’t ever see each other ever again.” My sister’s voice cracked at my suggestion but it would come to pay off later in a few years until she met a girl named Lily.

Shoving my hands in the pockets of my jacket I turned on my heels and walked away from her not talking to her until we got back to the house. “Maybe having magic like Harry Potter wouldn’t be so bad.”

Sliding down onto the floor I gripped my blonde hair in my hands finally meeting the deep gaze of my husband. He stands in front of me since he couldn’t bend down very well with the limo even though he had magic. “Rumple I…I need something to take my mind off it. I buried my feelings on that momester kf a woman years ago.”

He throws away the melting ice cream and offers me his freehand pulling me up to stand where I fling my arms around his neck sniffing into his shoulder. “Sssh lass. What do you want me to do. Give me her name and I’ll handle it.”

“No…no nothing like that. Let’s just talk about magic…um you’re dagger. Tell me about your dagger.” I begged him wiping away tears with my sleeve letting him lead me into the back room where I sat down on the cot bed waiting until he re-entered carrying the knife in his hands since he had put it back inside the safe behind the painting.

Moving over I made space for him to sit watching him spin the blade in between his hands not looking me in the eye for a few moments. “Astrid there isn’t much about this and the powers that come with it that you don’t already know.”

“Immortality. You can be controlled with it and it can kill you. Whoever kills you becomes the new Dark One. But there has to be more, there’s always more with any magic.” I responded by intertwining my hands together in my lap feeling my blood boiling. I really wanted to throw a fireball at Ingrid because she made me and my sister have our very first heated fight. It took almost five years before we reunited and had moved past it.

He nods, holding the blade out where I slowly take it into my hands. Rumple closely watches me hold the blade. He knew for certain that you would never use it to control him by any means necessary. “Indeed it can do those things, lass. But I can also hear the voices of the past Dark ones. It is a tricky thing to handle.”

“I assume they wouldn’t be happy to see what I do to you, make you good.” I pointed out feeling him tuck some hair behind my ear, making me look into his brown eyes.

He sent me a weak smile squeezing my hand before I handed him the dagger back grabbing the keys to the shop door. Rumple pushed the painting back, messing with the safe lock sitting the dagger back inside. “Astrid….Astrid..” Blinking my eyes a couple times I could have sworn that I heard an eary voice call my name with a little giggle at the end.

“Astrid. Sweetheart you alright?” Rumple’s tone drew me from my trance so I closed the door following him outside.

“Oh uh yeah. I thought I heard something but it was nothing I guess.” Sneaking one last look through the window at the painting I got a bad feeling at the thought that it really was a voice I heard. Like it was some kind of magic.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[oopsitsstella]

Wrong Picture Pt. 2

Peter Parker x Reader x Michelle “MJ” Jones

Fandom: The MCU

Summary: When Peter finally gets to the library, more secrets get revealed

Warning: Reader is nervous, so is Peter, but MJ is pretty calm. Fluff, some mentions of pining, little bit of anxiety, I think that’s it?

A/N: Once again, there’s a text conversation at the bottom of the fic! Click on it for better resolution

“I’m here! I’m here, what did I…miss?”

Peter stopped when he finally made it to their table at the library. Y/N and MJ were sitting across from one another, Y/N had her face in her hands and MJ was simply looking at her.

“Everything okay?” Peter asked, and Y/N abruptly looked up at him.

“No! No, not really!” She said, clearly quite upset. “I mean how are you so calm right now? Your girlfriend literally just kissed someone else!”

“Oh, you actually did it?” Peter asked, looking at MJ.

“Of course I did, I wasn’t gonna pass up the opportunity.” She shrugged.

“Oh my god.” Y/N said, placing her head back in her hands.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Peter said, sitting down next to her at the table. “This didn’t exactly pan out how we were hoping.”

“No shit, Parker.” MJ mumbled, and Peter shot her a look and Y/N looked back at him.

“What do you mean hoping?” She asked, looking at him suspiciously.

“We’ve kinda been wanting to ask you out for a while now.” He replied nervously. “We thought we might do it today, but someone,” Peter looked at MJ with a pointed look. “-got ahead of themselves.”

“Do you blame me?” MJ retorted.

“Wait, wait, wait, pause.” Y/N said. “You’ve been wanting to what?”

“Ask you out.” MJ said plainly. “Both of us. Like all three of us on a date.”

“Oh my god.” Y/N said, leaning back in her chair.

“I know this is pretty sudden- okay a lot sudden, but I mean, we could give it a chance?” Peter said. “Only if you want to, of course, but-”

“Pete, slow down.” MJ said, placing a hand on her boyfriend's arm.

“No, sorry, I’m just so amazed.” Y/N said, chuckling. “I’ve been pining over both of you for months now.”

“Wait, seriously?” Peter asked.

“Yeah!”

“Is that why you’ve been spacey lately?” MJ asked, and Y/N nodded.

“Yeah, little bit.” She said. “I mean, do you know how daunting it is to be crushing on both people in a relationship?”

“Yeah, doesn't sound amazing.” Peter said.

“It’s not.” Y/N agreed.

“But I guess I won’t have to worry about that now, huh?” She continued after a pause, a smile on her face.

Peter perked up at her words, and MJ smiled.

“Wait, so you’ll do it?” Peter asked. “You wanna go out with us?”

“I thought you were supposed to be smart, how could you have gathered anything else from that?” MJ asked him.

“I just wanna make sure.” Peter defended himself, and Y/N smiled.

“Will this help reassure you?” She asked, and leaned forward, placing a kiss to his lips.

When they pulled away, Peter cheeks had turned bright pink, making both Y/N and MJ laugh.

“Yeah, that definitely helped.”

“How mad do you think Ned will be if we don’t do any work?” MJ asked. “Because I really wanna ditch right now, but that means Ned won’t get any of those history notes he asked for.”

Y/N glanced at the books and papers she’s already laid out on the table, before looking at MJ and Peter with a smile.

“Fuck it.”

Taglist! @teenybean @copper-boom @gabrielthearchangel

[strawberryspence]

A Dinner and A Future

Fluff | Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer just wants your first date to be perfect and surprisingly, it goes really well.

Word Count: 3,7k.

Warnings: some cursing, first date nerves, but that's it. just pure mindless fluff.

Writer’s Note: Hello! I've been going through a writing dry spell and the thing that solved it was writing this. I've been seeing a lot of edits on tiktok about Spencer's traumas and I just wanted to give him something simple and happy. I was also listening to Kodaline on repeat while reading this, so yeah it's going be hella sappy. Enjoy! <3

Gif is mine. Lesley Smith-Juniment, you have my heart.

Spencer is nervous.

Wait no, scratch that, nervous is not good enough. He was brimming to the edge with worry and queasiness. What other synonyms does nervous have? Spencer was antsy, anxious, perturbed, uneasy, at this point he can recite the whole thesaurus.

Spencer closes his eyes and takes a deep breathe. He can do this. He has waited for this for a long time and he won’t waste it because of burnt pasta.

Okay, he looks back at the note that David Rossi himself wrote in his own special handwriting.

1. Cook 1 pound pasta until Al Dente. Boy Genius, Al Dente should be firm when bitten. You cook it on a boiling water with salt and oil. SALT AND OIL.

2. While that’s cooking, do nothing. LITERALLY DO NOTHING. Watch it. Do the sauce later. In some miraculous way, if you don’t watch the pasta you’ll burn it.

A grin spreads across Spencer’s face as he puts down the paper and reaches for the fettuccine pasta and dropping it on the boiling water (which he measured with measuring cups he borrowed from JJ)

“Okay, now I wait for it to boil.” Spencer stares at the pasta as it cooks. Did he buy enough parmesan cheese? or enough pecorino cheese? Oh no. He looks over the other side of his counter where all the (complete) ingredients sit and he sighs in relief as if he hasn’t checked it 15 times since he started.

The pasta was still cooking and isn’t going to be firm anytime soon. Spencer ponders if he should just cook the sauce while waiting but he knows he’s going to mess it up if he doesn’t give it his undivided attention.

He looks at the watch on his wrist as it ticks to 5:21. He has one hour, thirty nine minutes and forty six seconds. He still has time before the date. The date with you.

It took him nine months, Derek and Emily annoying him to death to just ask the pretty librarian out, one extensive background research from Penelope, two separate talks of the “You deserve to be happy” advice from JJ and Hotch and one lecture about marriage from Rossi to finally ask you out.

He’s kinda annoyed really because he spent so much time thinking about you and thinking of the perfect way to ask you out but he shows up at the library you work at one day with a cup of coffee in hand and his heart on the other.

You didn’t even hesitate. There was no pause to process what he asked, there was no questions following the embarrassing stumbling of the words, “W-will you go have d-dinner with me? L-like a date... Date?” You immediately said yes with a small hop and the biggest smile on your face.

This date has to be perfect. He asked you to come to his apartment at 7. Spencer would’ve picked you up but he was making you a home made dinner and the date was taking place on the rooftop of you apartment, which Penelope and Derek helped him decorate with lights.

He tries the pasta and when its finally firm to the bite, he takes this as his queue to read the paper again. Of course, he can remember all of the instructions but Rossi still wrote it down and reading it calms his nerves.

3. If its cooked, drain your pasta water but leave a little pasta water on the side. Then you can continue.

4. In a pan on MEDIUM heat (just around 2-3 on the stove setting) cook one pound diced pancetta and 1 cup chopped onions in olive. Put this down and chop chop!

Spencer puts the paper down as he follows the instructions to drain the pasta. After he was done with it he puts the pan on the stove and starts chopping up the ingredients he needs.

Cooking is strangely calming. He never thought he’d find it calming. He always found himself burning stuff. So he sticks to the microwaveable meals and fast foods, even if he knows the statistics about these kinds of food.

After finishing the chopping he reaches over the paper and reads it again.

5. Are you done? Okay. Put the chopped stuff on the pan with olive oil and cook it until the pancetta is browned and onions are soft.

He immediately follows the instructions written. The onion and pancetta create a silent hiss as it hits the pan. As it cook he looks down again.

6. That’s going to take a while, so leave it but stay by its side. I am giving you permission to do two things at once. Dr. Reid, please be mindful of it.

Spencer rolls his eyes before proceeding to #7.

7. Combine the two cheeses. Then divide it in half. Then pour the half into 4 egg YOLKS. Just yolks! The yellow ones! Then beat it lightly until its really combined.

He has already separated the egg yolks from the whites (a job he didn’t think would be that hard but was surprisingly very hard) before he started cooking. He adds the combination of cheeses to the eggs and lightly beats it as he watches the pan of onions and pancetta sizzle.

When done with the egg and cheese combo, he gives the pan a stir before looking back down.

8. Is the egg done? Yes? Good. Is the pancetta and onion good? Yes? Good.

9. Okay, now you put your pasta in the pancetta pan.

10. REMOVE IT FROM THE HEAT! REMOVE IT!

Spencer follows the instructions to the T. He puts the pasta on the pancetta, gives it a stir and immediately removes it from the heat. He sighs in relief. He hasn’t burned anything yet.

11. You haven’t burned anything yet? I am proud of you.

12. Now, pour the egg mixture into the pan and toss the pasta until coated. TOSS IT GENTLY. If you’re scared use tongs.

13. Pour about 1/4 cup of the pasta water I told you to set aside earlier. You don’t have to pour all 1/4 cup, just until you get the creaminess you want.

Spencer reaches over the nearest tongs. He’s not going to toss anything tonight that involves pastas or pans. He’s taking the safe road because he wants everything to be perfect.

14. Add the rest of your cheese! Toss some more and then add salt and pepper as NEEDED!

15. You can serve it with parsley.

16. Now, go take a shower and change into some cleaner clothes.

17. Just be you and have fun, Spencer. Goodluck! :)

Spencer smiles as he puts the paper down and makes the finals touches to the pasta. He starts doing what was instructed and it surprisingly, ends up in the perfect texture. Just like the one he tasted when Rossi had a pasta night.

He was proud of himself as he takes it off the stove and makes sure that all the stoves are turned off. There was this report he read in 2018, that cooking and leaving the stove open was the leading cause of home fires.

He takes the food, puts it into a fancy tupperware (another thing he borrowed from JJ) and puts it in the microwave. He cleans up a little and stuffs the pans and pots to the dishwasher, because you are coming in his apartment even for a second.

He starts getting himself ready for the date with a shower. As the warm water glides through his body he thinks of how funny life could be.

Spencer first meets you in the library. He has not slept well in weeks so instead he opts to go to the library to get some reading done. But as soon as he sits in one of the (surprisingly) comfortable leather chairs, its as if sleep knocks him out. It wasn’t until the closing time that you wake him up and he thinks that you were an angel sent for him. This elicits a giggle from you.

“I am sorry, I am not an angel. I am just the librarian and we’ve been close for over an hour now. I just didn’t want to wake you up. You looked like you really needed that sleep.” Spencer immediately jumps to his feet as he apologizes profusely to the kind librarian, “Oh, it’s okay! Don’t say sorry. I was also reading so I didn’t mind the peace and quiet.”

That’s how Spencer meets you. He comes back a few days later after a case with coffee, croissant and an apology. You immediately become friends and thats how all of this started. Spencer finds himself falling in love with the kind, gorgeous, clever librarian faster than he expected.

Every week after that, Spencer comes to the library with pastries and coffees for his favourite librarian and every week, you welcome Spencer with a warm smile and a new book for him to read. He can read it in one sitting but he reads it in the slowest pace he could so it can last for a week.

Spencer comes out the shower and stares at his closet. Should he go casual or formal? Casual or formal? Its just dinner, he’s chill and casual is the way. He picks one of the few plaid shirts that he has and puts it on with a white shirt underneath. He tries to brush his hair, it sits for a moment before it starts curling again. He cringes but leaves it be.

Spencer proceeds to the kitchen to start packing the food into a wicker basket (that he also borrowed from JJ, he basically borrowed her whole kitchen). He packs the utensils in a table napkin that comes with the basket. The main course for the date was the carbonara, and the dessert was a tiramisu Penelope made.

He reaches over his sofa where the bouquet of paper flowers are. He made it a few nights ago with Penelope’s help. He stayed up to make more of it with old books he found in the BAU.

Because what kind of flowers is the best flowers for librarians? Origami flowers made with old book pages.

He shouldn’t be nervous. You’ve been friends for all the months that he didn’t have enough courage to ask you out. You’ve taken trips to old bookstores together for book hunting. This shouldn’t be different from your other trips.

The pitter patter of rain against his window takes him out of his thoughts.

“Shit! Is it raining!?” Spencer yelps, before opening the closed curtains. Beads of water runs down his windows and if its any other day he would love it. But not tonight, when he planned a rooftop date. He cringes as he thinks of the fairy lights hanged up and the table set up that is probably soaked now.

“Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Think, Spencer, think.” Spencer thinks fast. He finds the extra table cloth that JJ gave him because “Just in case.” He reminds himself to buy her a bottle of wine as a thank you. He places it in his small kitchen table before taking the utensils out of the basket and placing it on the table in a fancy way.

Candles. Does he have candles? Spencer scrambles around his kitchen, like a chicken without its head, looking for candles and he finds it underneath the kitchen sink. He lights some of it up and props it into some glasses (he doesn’t have a candle holder he realizes after lighting it up).

With the lights dimmed down leaving the light from the window and the light from the candles, his dark apartment gives off a romantic, kind of comfortable, vibes. It was kind of perfect because with the books on his shelves and the lighting, it actually has the same vibes a library gives off.

He was ready now, bouquet of paper flowers in hand. He can’t believe how smooth things are going, minus the damn rain. Only thing that’s missing is you.

A knock comes to the door and he instantly opens it. There you were, hair a bit wet and messed up from the rain.

His future was bundled up in a cozy cardigan and a pair of jeans right in front of his eyes and he didn’t even know it.

“Hi.” Spencer smiles.

“Hi.” You smile.

-

“A little to the right. No. No. Too much right, now give it a little bit to the left.” You sigh, your hand under your chin, “No, no, baby, its crooked.”

“Love, can we do this later? The pancetta is going to burn.” Spencer laughs as he climbs down the ladder with the frame.

“But you said you’ll help me with putting up the frames!” You pout at him, Spencer chuckles before kissing your nose, “I know but you also asked for my famous carbonara and I can’t do both at the same time.”

“Hmmm. I still don’t think you can call it yours when its originally Dave’s.” You follow him to the kitchen, zigzagging through the boxes of books you’ve both barely opened.

“What he doesn’t know, won’t kill him.” He winks at you before giving the pancetta and onions a stir.

“It already smells good, love.” You snake your arms through his waist and lean your head on his back. Spencer lets go of the spatula and spins around to face you.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Go unbox some of the books and I’ll call you when its cooked so we can fix the frames. Okay?” Spencer kisses the top of your head and lets you go.

You walk out of the kitchen to the hallway full of boxes full of books. You chuckle as you open the nearest box and its just full of chemistry books. You push it to the room where Luke, Derek and Spencer has built shelves for all of your books. An olive green couch sits in the corner beside the built in fireplace.

Hmmm. This is your home library but as a former librarian the dewey decimal is calling you. But then again, the books you and Spencer have doesn’t have classifications on them. You began unpacking the chemistry books and placing it on the shelf. You can hear the distinct hiss of the pan and Spencer humming Kodaline’s The One.

You push in another box from the hallway to the room and its another one of Spencer’s, this one full of philosophy books. You start unpacking it to the shelf below the chemistry books before stopping as you pull out a book that doesn't belong with the philosophy books. A smile graces your face as your hands glides unto it. It was the book Spencer bought for you on your first anniversary.

The Peter Pan cover is a bit tattered, it was an older edition he found in your favorite old bookstore. You open the book and Spencer’s messy writing greets you with nostalgia.

“We are most alive when we are in love. Thank you for making me feel alive everyday for the past year. Happy Anniversary, love. I live a full life as I love you fully.”

You smile at the book before hugging it to your chest. You sigh deeply as you looked around the room and how it felt so surreal to be in the new home you share with Spencer.

“Love, I am finish. Come meet me in the hallway!” You leave the book on the shelf as you hear Spencer calling you.

“Are you helping me with the frames?” You clap, excited to finally put up the frames. Spencer smiles as he sees you excited to put up the pictures.

“Yes, okay you need to tell me if they’re straight okay?” He instructs before climbing the ladder.

“To the right, just a bit. Oh! Perfect!” You scramble to reach for another frame as he comes down the ladder to move it, “Here! This one.” He climbs again and you instruct him with directions for the frame again.

After a few more frames, he finally comes down and looks at the frames you asked to be put up.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Spencer smiles down at you and gives your cheek a kiss as he wraps his hands around your waist, “It is. Thank you for framing them.”

The frames comes in different shapes and forms, the biggest one in the middle is the picture of your wedding day. Your wedding took place in a library you immediately fell in love with when looking for places to get married at.

In the picture, you were smiling, your head rested on Spencer's shoulder as he reads a Harry Potter book he found in the kids section. It was a candid moment, both of you running to the back of the shelves to get a moment to yourselves after the wedding and the photographer snapped it before leaving the two of you in peace.

Beside it are pictures with the team on the wedding day, some on thanksgiving, christmas, new year with the BAU team, some with your family, some with Diana and in the corner is a shadow box containing the paper bouquet that Spencer gave you on your first date, the same exact flowers that was in your hands as you walk down the aisle to him.

“So, how's the first six months of officially being a Reid-Y/L/N?” Spencer teases as he lets you go from the back hug to face you and you roll your eyes at him, “Oh very hard. They hear Reid and they immediately expect greatness.”

Spencer laughs, “Same as the last name Y/L/N.” This time your the one who laughs at his statement, “Uhhh. I am not the one with 3 PhDs and 3 BAs.”

“And I am not the one whose a New York Times best selling author.” Spencer laughs even more when he sees your nose crinkles, making his heart dance and swell in glee.

“Hey, let’s dance.” He takes your arms and leaves it on his shoulders as he wraps his arms on your waist.

“We don’t have music, you silly goofy boy.” Spencer rolls his eyes at the endearment used, “I’ll sing.” He hushes you down.

“You make my heart feel like it's summer when the rain is pouring down.” Spencer’s singing voice was soft and sweet in the edges. Most nights you lull him to sleep with your humming to keep the monsters at bay and some days, his better days, he’s the one who sings and these were the days you treasure the most.

“You make my whole world feel so right when it's wrong, that's how I know you are the one... That’s how I know you are the one.” He sways you to the gentle buzz of his voice. You close your eyes as he sings the same song he sings to your ears on the dance floor for you first dance as a married couple.

“When we are together, you make me feel like my mind is free and my dreams are reachable hmmm.” Spencer hums as he runs his hands on your back. Your head on his chest and your ear listening to the way his heart is beating for you.

“You know I never ever believed in love, I believed one day that you would come along and free me.” Spencer feels at ease as he sways and sings, knowing that he’ll have you in his arms for the rest of his life.

The song ends but you and Spencer continue to sway to the music of silence.

“Can you believe its been 4 years since our first date?” Spencer asks, in disbelief of how fast time is running when he’s with you. You pull away from his chest so you can face him. You find a small spark in Spencer’s eyes as he thinks fondly of the night.

“Really? 4 years since our first date got rained on and Penelope cried because we broke all her fairy lights?” Spencer laughs before protesting, “Hey! I paid for that!”

"4 years later and I still can't get enough of that damn carbonara." Spence cackles, like an evil villain, "Don't tell Rossi that I stole his recipe for my beautiful partner."

"4 years later and I am still completely in love with you." Spencer smiles as he leans down to place a small kiss on your temple.

"4 years since I almost completely lost my mind because I was so nervous about our date." You roll your eyes, "Love, our first date was perfect. We've had this debate how many times now?"

"19 times." Spencer answers and you pinch his nose before looking around the room that’s still full of unopened boxes, “See. We should probably eat lunch and unpack. Why do we even have so many boxes of books?”

“Honey, you were a librarian and you are a writer. I am a professor and FBI agent that can read 20,000 words per minute.” Spencer answers as he looks around the unpacked house.

You smile fondly at him before standing on your tiptoes a bit to reach him and give him a kiss and he immediately steadies you with his hands. Kissing you was intoxicating and Spencer loves every bit of it. You only pull away when the kiss finally takes away your breathe.

“I love you, Spence.” You smile as you hold his face in your hands, “I love you more, sweetheart.” He smiles at you as you untangle yourself from him.

“Let’s eat your famous carbonara and unpack the rest of our house. It doesn’t really feel like home when all we can see is boxes.” You giggle before dragging him to the kitchen, making Spencer sit on the island as you prepare the pasta he cooked. Spencer watches you as you sing and dance through the kitchen in one of his old cardigans.

He doesn’t say anything but you were wrong. Home is not four walls with unpacked boxes and hundreds of books.

Home was when you showed up bundled in a cardigan, wet from the rain for your first date with him and home is still you, four years later, bundled up in his old cardigans and singing songs that magically fills and heals the crevices of his heart.

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the recipe i copied for the famous carbonara!

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Be Ours (IX)

WC: 1.7k words Warnings: Fluff, cooking, Dean being a territorial cook, oral sex/cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation.

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Be Ours (The Series) - Masterlist

When the boys were out hunting and Cassandra wasn’t with them - home alone, like when they made her sit hunts out to recover from injuries, or just be straight up protected from whatever monster they found a little too dangerous - she knew she could do whatever she wanted for food. When they were home, though, Dean owned the kitchen.

And he was a great cook, too.

The problem was that he hated being helped.

“Okay, you know what, let me do it,” he walked to her, shooing her away from stirring the sauce for his… what was he making, again?

“Dean,” Cassie protested.

“Let me,” he argued. “I’ll do it, go...  I don’t know, go see Sam.”

“Dean, I’m literally stirring sauce,” she argued. “How can I get this wrong?”

Her boyfriend rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

“You are stirring it wrong!” he argued. “It’ll never thicker up if you don’t do it right.”

She pouted and stared at him, slowly sticking out her finger and earning an angry look from him.

"Don't you dare," he spoke slowly.

Still, Cassie slowly moved her hand to stand over the pan, feeling the fumes over her skin.

"Cassandra, if you stick your finger into the sauce, you're going to pay for it."

She pouted.

"What, you're gonna spank me?" she asked.

Dean raised her an eyebrow, and Cassie was about to do it, pushing her finger into the liquid, when her boyfriend simply threw her over his shoulder, slapping her ass for a second and walking out of the kitchen.

She squirmed, wiggling to get out of his grip and yelping when Dean pinched the back of her thigh, walking into the library and dropping her down onto Sam's lap.

"And keep her out of my kitchen."

She pouted, crossing her arms.

"Sam," Cassie whined.

He giggled and held her waist tightly, pressing soft a soft kiss to her cheek.

"Banned from the kitchen, uh?" he chuckled.

"I always cook for you two, and he never said anything about it," she reminded him. "I don't get it!"

"Dean hates sharing the kitchen when he is cooking," he caressed her thigh. "You know, he banned me from the kitchen when I was twelve."

But Cassandra just crossed her arms, pouting more.

"I've never been back there ever since," Sam caressed her arm, apparently trying to cheer her up.

"Does he hate my cooking?" she asked, bummed out.

She always cooked for the boys once they were back from hunts. Did that mean Dean didn't like her food?"

Sam sucked in a breath behind her, and gently turned Cassie, so she would be able to look at him.

"That is not the reason," he assured her. "Baby, you know Dean. Anytime he cooks, he wants it to be perfect! And if he is not in control, then it is not perfect."

He caressed her leg gently.

"You know it's not personal," he kissed her shoulder. "It is nothing to do with you."

She rested back, hiding her face in the crook of his neck and whining when he squeezed her.

It was comforting to have his smell around her. There was a reason why she was always wearing their clothes.

"I just wanted to help him," she pouted.

"I know, baby," he kissed her temple. "You just want to be a good girl."

Cassandra moved away, staring at Sam.

"Samuel Winchester, don't you dare to make me horny when I'm upset with your brother."

He chuckled, and she rolled her eyes, laying back on his chest. Alright, she wasn't so upset now. But being kicked out of the kitchen was no fun.

"Do you want to come to see the dungeon?" he offered, caressing her knee. "It is almost ready."

Her eyes got wide in curiosity, and Sam smirked.

"Alright," he sighed. "Do you want me to carry you there, or you'll just walk?"

Cassie lost her smile, quickly standing up.

"What is it with you two and carrying me around?" she asked him.

"It's because you are tiny," he grinned. "And adorable."

Cassandra scoffed.

"Says the giant," she rolled her eyes. "Come on, take me there."

He walked out in the corridor's direction, and she followed him with her hands in her pockets. She was wearing Dean's flannel and a bra, but in her own shorts.

Sam guided her silently until they were right in front of the dungeon. At least one of them, the boys would never give up their little demon torturing space.

"Ready?" he asked.

Cassie nodded and Sam slowly opened the door, pushing it and stepping aside.

Her eyes took in the room slowly. There was a lot placed there. A cross, the sibyl under hanging chains, and she could see how it was supposed to either keep her arms up or just down.

"We got you a bed," he told her. "We'll put it in the middle, so you can rest while we..."

Sam traced off, and she put her hands on her waist, turning to look at him.

"You?" she asked.

He chuckled, pinching his nose.

"You don't want a surprise?" he asked.

Cassandra rolled her eyes.

"Sam, you're already showing me the room. Just tell me the rest of it."

He bit his lip.

"We got a machine," he told her, looking down a bit, eyes a little dark as he looked like he was imagining what they were going to do with her. "It will... well... fuck you."

Cassie felt a shiver running all over her skin, and squeezed her legs together.

“What do you think?” Sam moved to her, wrapped his arms around her body and slowly swinging her side to side a little bit, and bit her earlobe. “Being tied to the bed… legs spread wide, dildo fucking you in and out, a vibrator pressed against your clit while Dean and I watch you…”

She whimpered a bit, closing her eyes and letting her head fall down on his shoulder.

Sam’s big hands climbed her torso and squeezed her breasts slowly.

She could almost see herself there, feeling watched, completely under their power.

"What do you think, princess?" he slowly unbuttoned her flannel. "Are you sure you still don't want me to make you a little bit horny?"

She whimpered.

“Sam,” Cassandra whined.

“Dean is cooking, baby,” he remarked.

She squirmed a little bit, whimpering when his fingers pinched her skin.

“Sam…” she whined.

He licked her neck slowly, sucking on a spot under her ear.

“Shorts off,” he commanded. “Sit on the chair.”

She complied with his words, looking around the room and quickly kicking off her shorts and underwear and sitting down on the chair that had been abandoned against the wall.

"Wait," she looked at him as Sam fell on his knees in front of her. "Did you plan this?"

Her boyfriend snorted, spreading her legs and kissing her thigh softly.

"Maybe," he pushed his hands up her skin.

She was ready to protest, but jumped when he stuck out his tongue and made a long line from her entrance to her clit.

"Do you care if I did?" he asked, caressing her folds with his thumb.

Cassandra whimpered.

"I don't think so."

Sam smiled, and Cassie moaned when he played with her clit.

"Wanna make you cum," he kissed it. "Please, baby?"

She whimpered. It was a rare moment, honestly, having him actually pleading for her.

"Yes, Sam," she whined.

Her boyfriend smiled and pulled Cassandra to the edge of the chair, squeezing her hips as his lips simply devoured her cunt, his big fingers circling her entrance and pushing into her, curling against her g-spot.

She squirmed, reaching down and grasping his hair in her hands.

"Sam," she moaned.

He didn't say anything, usual dirty mouth busy on her pussy.

His hand was tight on her hip, and his two fingers moved fast inside her. It wasn't long until she was already moaning and crying from pleasure, quivering in pleasure.

"Fuck," she pulled on his hair. "Sam!"

He sucked on her clit, not stopping playing with her and driving her into madness.

Cassandra came with a loud moan, quivering in near madness, and tried to move away once it became too much, but he wasn't satisfied. Instead, Sam just held her closely, fingering faster and playing more with her sensitive cunt.

His fingers rubbed against her g-spot, humming against her sensitive skin and smiling largely when she came again.

Sam pulled away softly as Cassandra came down, moving up and kissing her lips, and she moaned at how she could taste herself on his tongue, and how wet his face was.

"Perfect pussy," he bit her lower lip, big hands squeezing her. "My messy girl."

"Sam," she sighed.

Before he could answer, Dean knocked on the door.

"Hey, you two," he called the two.

Cassandra raised her eyes, and found him smirking as he leant against the frame of the dungeon door.

"Don't want to spoil your appetite," he looked over the two. "But dinner is ready."

Sam pushed himself to his feet, adjusting his cock, hard and bulging, in his pants.

"Come on, baby," he smiled at her. "Let's not make mama Dean wait."

She giggled, and tilted her head to the side.

"But you didn't finish."

He smirked.

"We'll put a pin on that," he assured her. "Don't worry."

She followed after him, ignoring her shorts on the floor, but stopped when Dean held her arm as she walked past him.

"Come here, sweetheart," he called gently.

Cassandra stood between him and the walls, and he caressed her lips.

"I'm sorry," he caressed her cheeks. "I was a little rough on you. I didn't mean to upset you."

She nodded, and he leant in her direction, kissing her lips gently.

"Thank you for trying to help," he caressed her skin with his thumb. "I'm just... a little territorial."

Cassie nodded, and pushed her chest up when he traced his fingers down over her neck.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he rubbed his nose over her cheek. “I promise.”

She put her arms over his shoulders.

“It’s okay,” she assured him. “Don’t worry.”

Dean bit her lower lip gently.

“Can I still make you cum while feeding you?” he smirked. “Sammy had his turn.”

Cassie gigged.

“Maybe,” she teased him.

He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Maybe?” he asked.

“Maybe.”

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Flufftober - Day 8

8 - Cooking Lessons

Written for @flufftober2021 ’s event.

Pairing: Loki x GN! reader

Word count: 1,1K

Tags: teeth rotting fluff. That's literally it.

Loki has always been a prince. He’s been raised in a Palace and, for good or for worse, he’s never been given the chance and the need to cook for himself. He never, ever, ever learned how to cook.

This amazed you when you first realized it. He was always so good with crafts, with anything to do with his hands, and you knew his common sense surely wouldn’t be an issue either. But he couldn’t cook.

When he first moved to the compound and had no other good relationships with the Avengers other than with his brother and you, he had no way of asking for help in the kitchen. And he needed it, because just looking at all of those ingredients, the unbelievable amount of possibilities between pans and plates… he was overwhelmed.

So, of course you would offer him a homecooked meal when you came to the compound in search of some food and found him leaning over the counter, munching on an undercooked plate of white rice.

“What are you doing?”, you asked him with a grin.

“Eating dinner, what does it look like?”, he answered annoyed. He hated to be pointed out the things he did wrong.

“And… why does it make a sound?”.

“What? Do you Midgardians not eat rice like this?”, he said unconvincingly, and you walked towards him and stole his chopsticks to try some. “Hey!”.

“Mmmh… this is terrible, prince”, you mocked, and his face went red. “Where did you learn to cook rice?”.

“Well…”, he blushed even further, if that was possible. “I’m still not accustomed to that strangely difficult platform you always use for looking for information —and I don’t mean the library—”, he clarified, and you laughed.

“I know you don’t mean that, you’re the most accustomed being in the universe to that place”.

“Perhaps”, he chuckled.

“So, you googled it?”.

“Yes”.

“And you… found anything helpful?”.

“Very clearly, not”.

You grabbed his plate and he complained as you threw it on the garbage without hesitation.

“What have you been feeding yourself for the past few months, prince?”.

He blushed every time you called him that, and that only made you say it more often.

“Fruits. Sometimes some of those… aberrant, revolting, repulsive, disgusting things my brother seems to love so much”, he said, and you laughed so loud, it made him smile.

“Did you also eat a dictionary?”, you said, and he chuckled. “Come on. You’ve been only eating that? I’m gonna make you dinner. No, no. Don’t even think of rejecting me. Do you like garlic?”.

“I… I love garlic”, he muttered.

“And do you have any food allergies or do you not like something in particular?”.

“I’m not overly fond of asparagus”.

“Got it. You just wait here and in about half an hour you’ll be eating like royalty again”.

“That good, huh?”, he smirked.

“I’m good at many things, you’d be surprised, prince”.

You turned around and couldn’t appreciate the blush that covered the entirety of Loki’s face and ears, defying his Jötun cold skin, threatening to melt him and become a liquid-form God right there.

After a while, you took two plates to the kitchen counter and sat facing Loki, looking at him expectantly to see his reaction. He admired the presentation first. It looked really tasty, and you took the time to decorate it —even childishly—. Steamy and with a godly smell, he truly felt like it was a royalty-like meal.

He took a bite and he felt like his soul came back to his body. After months of not eating anything that would satisfy his taste buds’ needs —if even his beastly appetite—, being greeted by your smile and such a warm meal made him beyond grateful.

“You like it?”.

“I adore it. Thank you”, he said with honesty. You blushed at his words now; he’s never shown gratitude so straightforwardly before. You ate the rest of the meal in silence, and when you two finished, you offered to cook for him more often. “I wouldn’t want to burden you with such task”.

“Hey, I have to cook for myself, too. And it’s better with company”.

So, you two agreed that you’d cook dinner with him everyday. He insisted on helping, and observed you the first few nights. Everyone in the compound was amused at seeing you saying Loki things like “you can cut the carrots” and “please don’t set that on fire again”, and watching you two get along so well.

Weeks passed and those nights had become not only a great tradition, but also a huge learning experience for Loki. He had been having those cooking lessons for almost a month now, and you decided to go to your apartment for dinner, for a change.

You had put on music from the speakers and as you were cutting vegetables and he was mixing some dry ingredients, you two danced to the music. You moved around to the beats, and couldn’t help but have a smile tattooed to your face. You were loosen up, probably because of the relaxed atmosphere you two had when you were alone, and the glass of wine that sat on the counter and was being shared.

He was dancing, too, and your concentration moved from the vegetables to his hips —ever so subtle, yet he catched your eye with a smirk. He moved closer to you and slowly placed his hands on your hips, while still dancing. You moved along, and the music felt slower—and slower. His chest leaned against your back and you could feel his breathing, his heartbeats.

You’ve never been this close to him before. And you liked it.

After a while of this slow-dancing, his lips grazed your earshell and you felt the tingling of the air giving you tickles on your skin. He hummed along to the song, his vibrations resonating on your shoulder —right where his chest was pressed up.

You couldn’t take it anymore when his hands traveled to your abdomen with a gentleness you didn’t imagine a God could have. You turned around and were now trapped between the kitchen counter and him. The tip of his nose touched your forehead, and he looked down and you with the most caring look he’s ever had.

“Hi”, you whispered, not trusting your voice.

“Hello”.

“You’re very close”, you pointed out. He smirked and reached his lips to your cheek, right under your eye, and placed a few little kisses.

“Is that bad?”.

“Yeah”.

“Why, darling?”.

“You could be closer”.

A/N: Yeah, I’m sorry that lately all of my fics are ending where nobody wants them to end. What can I say, this is my version of torturing you without angst.

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[thewritetofreespeech]

noe archiviste x reader

plot: just a small little thing about Noe being the cutest

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“[Y/N]-chaaaannn….I’m hungry….”

“Do I look like your maid?” You ask Vanitas, no particularly looking forward to his answer, as you pull book after book from the shelves in the library. “Go make yourself something to eat then.”

“But you’re so much better at it.” The blue-eyed boy replied, rolling around on his stomach on the chaise more like a cat than a person. “After all, a woman’s place is in the kitch-EN!” Vanitas sexist remark was cut off by the book you threw at his face. Hitting him square between his eyes.

You growl and go back to your current book, but realize that he was only going to get more & more annoying until he got what he wanted. It was Vanitas’s one true skill.

“I’ll make you a snack. But only because I wouldn’t mind some popcorn right now.”

“Popcorn?”

You look over at Noe, who was looking at you with his adorable trademark head tilt, at his question.

“Yes. Popcorn. You’ve never had it before?” The white-haired vampire shook his head wildly. You had to chuckle. “Well, I guess I’ll have to make it then. Come on. You can watch me.” Noe beamed with stars in his eyes at the prospect, eagerly following you into the kitchen.

He watched with rapt anticipation as you gather a pan, some oil, kernels, and salt for the stove. “When does the popped corn start??”

“You’ll see.” You tell him with a soft smile as you poured the kernels into the hot oil and waited.

Noe literally watched the pan in determined focus. Face and fists scrunched in seriousness. You have to hold yourself back from giggling at how significant he was treating this moment.

Then, finally, one of the kernels popped off the pan and into the air. Startling Noe as one lone white puff came down. “Amazing! It exploded!”

“Yep. The heat cooks the kernels and they turn into this. It’s a popular treat around the city, especially in summer.” You take the single piece and hand it to Noe, who examined it closely before popping it into his mouth. Letting out a childish hum of delight as he ate it.

“You’re amazing [Y/N]! To make something so delicious from such a simple thing. It’s like alchemy!”

“I..It’s not that amazing…..” You stammer out. Shy now in the face of Noe’s enthusiasm. Your heart fluttering in your chest.

You let the rest of the kernels cook and then put them into three separate bowls. Vanitas’s bowl was significantly smaller as you returned to the library. He complained, but you couldn’t pay him any mind as you watched Noe happily munch his new found treat.

You suppose you’d have to make it again sometime soon. It was worth Vanitas jeering to see Noe so happy.