#the smiles on their faces. their chemistry. like two snakes doing that weird thing where they wrap around each other when they fuck

[freshydip]

everyone always loses their mind over "we dug coal together" "that's right", and rightfully so, but can i please hear some noise for "I know you have never believed a word that has come out of my mouth, though I have harbored the secret hope that you have nevertheless enjoyed hearing them"

[missymurphy1985]

The Premiere

The Premiere of Peaky Blinders, Series 6. You've had a secret lust for your co-star for the last 10 years, would this be your last chance to finally get your way with him?

This was a request from @noctvrnalmoth

Taglist - @queenshelby @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @margoo0 @being-worthy @janelongxox

Lights flashing, cameras clicking, paparazzi calling your name left right and centre... God you hated premieres. But you plastered your game face on and gave the what they wanted like the good little actress you were. Series 6 of Peaky Blinders was premiering in Broad Street, Birmingham, appropriate as the series was based in the city - it felt right that that's where the final premiere should be.

You heard the crowd of fans behind you suddenly go wild as a car pulled up to the red carpet and the man himself stepped out of it. Your breath caught in your throat as you suddenly remembered the cameras were on you, and you quickly switched your game face back on. You couldn't hide the cheesy grin though, as Cillian Murphy stood smiling for the cameras. He made his way to the group of fans be happily signed a few autographs and took a few selfies with them. Thanking each of them for coming out, he waved and made his way over to you.

"Hey Ada," he smiled in his Brummie accent, knowing it made you laugh when he called you by your character's name.

"Tommy Shelby has arrived I see, did you leave Cillian in the hotel room?" He snaked an arm over your shoulder and you posed for more pictures together. Rumours had abounded for the last ten years of a romance behind the scenes between you, but none of them were true. You were good friends, that was all, no matter how much more you wanted.

"He was cramping my style Ada, can't have that at a premiere can we?" You giggled as he squeezed your shoulder, before reverting back to his Irish accent. "Reckon they've got enough photos, it's fucking brass knuckles out here!" He led you both into the hall where a waiter stood with a tray of champagne glasses. He took two and handed one to you. Clinking your glasses together in a toast.

"Here's to the end," he smiled, a touch of sadness in his eyes.

"It's been one hell of a ride though Cill, we've had a blast haven't we?"

"That we have y/n, that we have. Let's go cringe watching ourselves on camera, yeah?"

"Let the clenching begin!" You linked an arm with his and made your way into the auditorium together to the waiting interviewers.

Sitting on a chair each, the two of you glanced at each other and smiled. Both of you hated these promo interviews at premieres but at least you were doing this one together. Answering the questions as professionally as possible, the interviewer suddenly changed the topic to a more, personal, one.

"You must have seen the rumours flying around about the two of you in recent years?"

Cillian shrugged as you tried to hide your blush with a hand, pretending to laugh.

"There will always be rumours like that when co-stars of the opposite sex have chemistry onscreen - we've learned to let it go." Cillian always had an answer for it.

"It's a weird one though, I mean, I play his sister, you'd think the rumours would be about you and Tash, or Annabelle!" You smiled, your eyes meeting Cillian's. Did he just glance down at your cleavage?

"Tumblr has gone WILD about the two of you, fan made stories about you making out in secret onset, sneaking off together? Clear it up for us now - is there any truth to them?" The interviewer probed, hoping for some kind of sexy exclusive. Cillian's famous eyebrow raise quickly followed.

"If there was, we wouldn't admit it would we? The whole point of 'sneaking around' would mean it was a secret, wouldn't it? Be pointless to ruin the illusion now.." he smirked. The interviewer was stunned. So were you - you'd never done anything of the sort.. what was he doing? The papers would go wild with this tomorrow! You hid your face in your hands and snorted. He wasn't having the upper hand in this.

"He wouldn't stand a chance anyway." You smirked.

"Is that so y/n?" He turned to look at you. "These blue eyes didn't make you weak at the knees when we were filming? The strong jawline not having the Tommy Shelby effect?" Those blue eyes were staring you down now, you had no words. Just then the bell rang to signal the end of interviews - the premiere of the new series was about to begin in the auditorium. The interviewer was still slightly agog - what exactly had he just witnessed here?

"That was amazing wasn't it? They did an incredible job editing it all, just brilliant!" You gushed as you and Natasha left the auditorium.

"Not bad at all!! I'm gutted we won't be filming together again though y/n.." she hugged you tight. "And I'm sure Cillian will miss you too." She smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh god don't you start, those rumours have been plaguing me for years!! We're just friends Tash!" She nodded, still smirking, and glanced behind you, seeing Cillian making his way over.

"I'll see you at the party, yeah?" She made her way to the casino next door where the after-party was being held.

Two strong hands clipped your waistline making you jump, nearly spilling your champagne.

"Too easy y/n," Cillian chuckled.

"Asshole," you laughed, slapping his arm playfully. He smiled and, arm over your shoulder again, he walked with you to the casino.

"I'm not staying long y/n, so I'll say it now yeah?" He ordered the two of you a drink at the bar and turned to face you. The loud music drowning out most of the noise. You couldn't hear him very well.

"What?"

"I said, I'm not staying long y/n! I need to tell you something." Louder now, bending down to talk into your ear. Your drinks arrived and you made your way to a slightly quieter corner.

"Should I be worried Cill?"

"Maybe.." your breath caught again. "See, you know those rumours? The ones about us basically fucking behind the scenes?" Your cheeks burned.

"Oh those? Um.. yeah.. what about them?" He cleared his throat, bending to whisper loudly in your ear.

"Didn't you ever wish they were true?" You pulled back. The fuck did he just say?

"What?!" You nearly dropped your drink from the sudden movement.

"Just once, didn't you ever just wonder what could've happened?" His blue eyes so dark, looking right into yours.

"Listen, I'm not asking for a relationship, god knows neither of us need that right now, but this is the last time I'm gonna get this opportunity before we part ways for good. Meet me on floor 7 in 15 minutes. Room 712. If you don't come, I'll know the answer. If you do... Well..." He squeezed your hip, downed his drink and walked away. You stood in shock for a minute, collecting your thoughts. Okay, so he was right about one thing - neither of you were interested in a relationship. This would be a one time thing, no strings attached, which suited you down to the ground.. yes you found him impossibly attractive, but you both just came out of very high profile serious relationships... Maybe a quick fling wasn't such a bad idea? Get it out your systems, move on... You downed your own drink and left the party. What room was it again....

Room 712. The door was slightly ajar. You checked your watch - 18 minutes. You knew he was a stickler for timekeeping but you couldn't resist being a little late. Without knocking, you pushed the door open to find an empty room. Shit... Being late wasn't such a good idea now... Quickly scanning the room, you saw the ensuite door emitting steam from it. He's in the shower... This could work... Opening the door you saw his outline through the shower door, rinsing his hair under the hot water. You quickly slipped your dress to the floor, along with your underwear, and slowly eased yourself into the shower with him, quietly. You snaked your hands over his firm waist and he jumped, turning to face you, wiping water and soap out of his eyes.

"Too easy, Cill." He composed himself and smiled.

"So you did come then?"

"Well, not yet, but I'm hoping you could help with that?" You smirked, and looked down to see his erection already forming.

"Wanna let me get out first?"

"Nope, no need. There's plenty of room in here..." You sank to your knees and took him into your mouth.

"Ah... Fuck me..." He gasped as you sucked him to full erection.

"Now now, Mr Murphy, we'll get to that part soon enough..." Taking him back in, your tongue swirling around the tip, teeth gently scraping the underside of his cock. Sinking his head down, and backing into the shower wall, allowing the water to cascade over your back, he watched as you expertly sucked him, groaning into his shaft and cupping his balls lightly, giving them a sharp tug now and again. He couldn't take much more and lifted you to your feet.

"I'm not finishing in your mouth y/n.. I have a much better destination for it..." He knew you were on birth control, you'd spoken about it before when you were both going through yours respective breakups. Both of you also getting your checks done after your partners had cheated on you. All clean and ready to go.

Moving you against the wall of the shower, he angled the water away slightly, pressing his lips to yours. Snaking a hand down between your legs he was impressed to find you already wet for him. Smiling against your lips, he slowly inserted a finger deep inside, causing your hips to buck against him.

"Yes... Cillian yes..." Pushing a second finger in, he tipped them up and towards him slightly, catching hold of that sweet spot inside. You jumped again.

"Too easy y/n..." You couldn't help your hips rocking against his fingers, groaning deeply as he fucked you with them, picking up the pace. Your orgasm built quickly and he felt your walls clenching, but he quickly removed them and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, he pushed his hard length into you. Your mouth opened wide with a loud groan as it hit that magical spot on the first thrust, and you screamed his name as your orgasm finally hit, Cillian pounding into you as you called his name. You just prayed the room next door was empty...

He tangled his hands into your hair as he continued thrusting up into you, your nails were clawing his shoulders as you moaned loudly - a second release quickly building.

"Need to move, my legs are killing me!" He groaned into your neck, and begrudgingly lifted you off him, keeping your legs round his waist as he turned the shower off and carried you into the main room. Sitting in the chair, he sat you back on his lap, a leg either side of him

"Want me to ride you Cill?" He nodded as you ground your hips against him, not taking him inside you just yet. If this was the only chance you had to do this, you were making it last as long as possible.

"Fuck.. don't tease me y/n..."

"Want me to ride that big cock of yours Cillian? Bounce up and down, back and forth, round and round.." your hips mimicking your words making him gasp. Your mouth teasing his now, tongue tracing his lips. He kept moving to kiss you fully but you kept pulling back.

"Jesus y/n..." You sank down onto him, taking him inside you. Riding him hard, your second orgasm burning inside desperate for release. He pushed you back slightly and moved your fingers down to your own clit. "Rub it... Wanna watch you..." You happily complied, head thrown back in pure ecstacy as you rode both him and your fingers to your orgasm. Shuddering with the release, feeling your juices coat him, he picked you up again and lay you down on the double bed, relentlessly pounding into you now while you clutched at his back, nails surely drawing blood now. He was like a man possessed, harder than he'd ever been before.

"That's it... That's it... Fuck... Cillian!" You were screaming his name as he grunted against your neck.

"Gonna cum y/n... Fuck..." With a loud groan followed by your name he came hard, filling you completely as a third orgasm took you along with him. Pulling out slowly, catching his breath, he remained on top of you.

"My shoulders are fucking shredded y/n..." He laughed, feeling the sting from where your nails had scratched him.

"Sorry... You were just too good..." You breathed, still coming down from your high. He rolled onto his back and pulled you into his arms. You lay there silently for a while, playing with his chest hair.

"That was worth the wait.." he smiled and kissed the top of your head. All you could do was nod, words suddenly becoming impossible. You'd never been fucked that good before in your life.

"Let's make a deal," he tilted your face up to look at him, gently leaning down to kiss your lips. "If we work together again in the future, and we're both single, we do this again. What do you say?" You smiled. You were worried for a second he was going to profess his undying love for you - definitely not what you wanted from this.

"Deal. Hey, there might be a role for me in the movie yet," you winked, biting your lip. He smirked down at you and rested his head back on the pillow.

"Can't wait." You sat up to get ready to leave, you both knew you couldn't stay. One of you had to go back to the party so as not to arouse too much suspicion.

"This was fun, right? And we're okay?"

"Yes, and yes. All good. Stay in touch? No matter what?" He watched you get dressed and fix your hair, reapplying your lipstick.

"Definitely." You leaned over him to steal a final kiss, and headed out the door smiling, both of you silently praying Ada had a place in the movie, and vowing to remain single for the foreseeable future.

[jisungsplatforms]

Humph!!

Pairing: Seo Changbin x fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut, minimal amount of angst (if you squint), fluff (happy happy ending!); non idol au, enemies to lovers, college au

Warning: Mature content! (DNI if you are uncomfortable or UNDERAGED); language, name calling, reader is kind of a jerk, erotic asphyxiation, use of pets names, hint of degrading, praise kink (implied), fingering (f), oral (f&m), PIV, unprotected sex (be careful with this!), unintended voyeurism (Chan and Jisung accidentally hears reader and Changbin getting it on)

Seo Changbin.

Or as you like to call him, the bane of your existence. You wouldn’t exactly call yourself the ‘petty type’ but how could you ever forget about the boy who pulled on your hair and cut in front of you during lunch time, only to get the last middle piece of pizza- a slice that was supposed to be yours, in middle school? And yes, while it is something so small, so trivial, that you should’ve easily forgotten all about it, you just couldn’t for he just seemed to pop up around you every. single. day. Oh, the list of ways he picked on you could go on and on. It was like whenever he saw you, he just had to push your buttons as if it’s his little demented mission to irk you for the rest of your life.

No one has ever made your blood boil more than he has. It makes your blood boil even more when you, yourself, couldn’t even deny the fact that the once scrawny, immature boy turned to the hottest, most muscular (and fuckable) man you’ve ever seen. Now here you are, as college juniors, and you two are still going at each other’s throats. And of course, no matter how older you get, the two of you will always find time to bicker with each other for the littlest things

“WHAT KIND OF AN IDIOT ARE YOU?” you yell, looking at Changbin in disgust. “WHAT NORMAL HUMAN BEING DOES THAT?!”

He rolls his eyes at you, clicking his tongue, “Well, excuse me for having COLD FEET. SO WHAT YOU THINK ITS WEIRD? I GET COLD EASILY AT NIGHT SO LET ME WEAR MY SOCKS TO SLEEP IN PEACE, WOMAN!” Changbin yells back, glaring at you.

Ahh, yes. Today’s fight is now on whether or not wearing socks to bed is considered ‘abnormal’. Cause what else could you argue about?

“BUT…It’s so WEIRD! Can’t you, like, invest in some thicker blankets instead? There are better options than wearing SOCKS IN BED.”

“WHAT? IS IT A CRIME TO WEAR SOCKS TO-”

Jisung interrupts Changbin by slamming one of his hands down onto the table. “God… SHUT UP! CAN YOU TWO JUST FUCK ALREADY?!” he moans in irritation. Chan lightly shoves Jisung in retaliation, scolding him for being too loud. Jisung looks at him and pouts, mumbling a quick ‘sorry’. Chan sighs, finally looking at your startled faces .

“He’s kinda right though,” he says, calmly, “not exactly about the, uhm, having sex part, though the sexual tension between you two is nauseating. But I mean about getting along with each other and finally putting an end to this ‘rivalry’.”

You and Changbin glance at each other for a brief second before scoffing. “Please. Hell would freeze over before we do,” you sneer, side eyeing him.

“I’d rather kiss an electric eel than make up with that snake of a woman,” Changbin mumbles, looking away from you.

“How about I arrange that for you?” you smile, using the fakest sweet voice you could muster. Changbin turns to you with a scoff.

“You are such a-”

“Enough!” Chan says with a stern tone he almost never uses. The look Chan was giving you both was enough to shut you up and intimidate you; hell even Jisung was scared! “Either make up on your own by the end of the month, or else. Understand?”

Both you and Changbin sigh in irritation before agreeing. “Yes…”

“I mean it! Y/n, Changbin! This is getting ridiculous now. Honestly, you guys are full grown adults but you act like children, and not the good ones! Think of the other people you’re affecting with your behaviors.”

Silence fell upon your whole table. You could only nod your head shamefully at Chan’s words, while Changbin clicks his tongue but not say anything else. Jisung looks around the table, the uncomfortable silence making the poor boy feel antsy.

“Good,” Chan leans back, his cheerful demeanor coming back, “One month, that’s it. And play nice!”

“This is stupid,” Changbin groans, leaning back on his chair. You roll your eyes at him.

“Shut it. Remember, this is for the sake of our friends.”

Ever since that day- the day Chan scared the shit out of you both- you and Changbin made an agreement to try and be civil around one another. It wasn’t very nice, but you both knew Chan was right. You didn’t want to lose your friends because of some stupid rivalry that started 9 years ago. To fix your problem, the two of you, begrudgingly, decided to hangout with each other for the next month. Today marks your one week anniversary of your treaty.

Needless to say…you both hate it.

“If we have to hangout, can we not spend our time in a library?” the short man complains, looking at you with his sharp eyes.

“Well, sorry, but I have a chemistry test in a few days and I’m sure as hell not failing that. You know Science isn’t my best subject.”

Changbin groans, sliding down his chair. “Whatever.” he mutters distastefully. You shook your head.

“Don’t you need to study for anything too?” you asked, not even sparing him a glance.

“No. I’m done with all the tests I have to do and none of my other teachers prepped us for another one. So I’m basically free, doll.”

You cringe at Changbin calling you ‘doll’, hating how that simple pet name sent a delighted shiver down your back. You scoff.

“Disgusting,” you grimace, “Never call me that again.”

Changbin smirks, now sitting up on his chair to lean closer to you. “Whatever you say, doll.”

You look up at him with a nasty glare, resisting the urge to yell at him. “You are so lucky we’re in a library.” He laughs sardonically at you. You huff, standing up to look for a chemistry book. Changbin looks at you questioningly.

“Where’re you going?”

“Looking for more books.”

He sighs, starting to stand up as well. “No,” you stop him, “By myself.” He put his hands up, slowing sitting back down. You turn around and walk to the aisle containing the textbooks. After almost 10 minutes of searching, you still couldn’t find the book you were looking for.

“Damn, I was beginning to think you left me here by myself.”

You jolt at the sound of Changbin’s rough voice. You turn to see him leaning against the bookshelf.

“I’m not that much of a jerk,” you answer scornfully, going back to your search. You could hear Changbin’s heavy footsteps grow closer. You turn to see him standing right beside your crouching figure, looking down at you. The angle you’re seeing him in shouldn’t be making you think of such indecent thoughts. You snap your head back to the shelf as Changbin crouches with you, softly groaning as he goes down. You were trying your best not to make contact with him.

Changbin helps you look for a chemistry book, trying to be nice. You could feel yourself getting hotter at his courteousness. You really didn’t want to admit that Changbin was actually a decent person, so you couldn’t help but put up a front.

“I don’t need your help, you know?”

He sniggers, “I’m not trying to be nice. I just wanna get out of here faster.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, not getting his joke. “Geez, then get away from me,” you raised your voice, still keeping the fact that you’re still in a library in mind. “I can do it myself.”

Changbin looks at you, a little shocked. He huffs, sticking his tongue against his cheek. “Honestly, you don’t have to be such an ass around me all time, you know?” he says, quietly. You stop your actions, feeling a little bad for snapping at him. “You said yourself, you want us to try getting along, why can’t you act like it?”

You bit your bottom lip, still not looking at him. “Simple. It’s cause I hate you,” you lied. He looked at you for a few seconds before standing up. You didn’t see the look of defeat on his face.

“You know,” Changbin says slowly, “I thought we could be friends. Deep down, I really thought we actually could.” You stayed quiet, looking down. “But now I know, you’re really just a stone-cold bitch.”

That. Now that lit a fire in you. You stand up abruptly with cold eyes. “Never call me that ever again.”

“What? A bitch?” He challenges, eyes equally as cold as yours. “See, here’s the thing; It’s true. I’m trying to be nice here and you’re just shutting down every single nice act I try to do for you. And what have you done for me? Drag me around like I’m some dog? You couldn’t even have the decency to even ask where I wanted to go.”

You could feel yourself get smaller and smaller with every step he took closer to you. For someone who was only 5’6”, damn did he look big. You bit the inside of your cheek when you felt your back hit the wall.

“What’s your problem with me, Y/n? I’ve seen the way you are with Jisung and Chan. I’ve seen the way you are with your other friends. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but ever since we started college, I’ve been trying to be nicer to you. But I guess it makes sense that someone as self-centered as you wouldn’t notice.”

You let out a sarcastic “ha”. You shake your head and stare into his eyes. “I told you. I. don’t. like. you. Do I need any more of a reason?”

“Yes. Yes, you do actually.”

“Hm. Find then. You’re annoying, you’re loud, you’re simple-minded, childish, irresponsible, you don’t take things seriously, you’re whiny, messy, irritatingly cocky and seeing your face is just so infuriated that it makes me nauseous,” you list. “Want more?”

The deadly look on his face simultaneously frightens and arouses you. The sarcastic smirk he gave you, though, was hotter. “Continue.”

“You’re nothing but a show off.” With those words, Changbin’s arrogant facade broke. “You act so cool and cocky when really you’re just average at best. Everything you do. Average. You don’t have much to show for. Nothing you do is worth being proud of.”

Changbin slams his hands onto the wall, making you gasp. You stare at him with wide eyes. “Take that back,” he snarls. If you thought he was intimidating before, boy were you wrong. But something in your touch starved mind made you more horny than frightened. Feeling bold, you tilt your chin up, maliciously. “Or what, Seo?”

All of a sudden, he wraps his veiny arm around your neck, choking you. It was so arousing and so sudden that you let out an embarrassingly whiny moan. “Oh?” Changbin raises a brow with a smirk. He tightens his grip on your neck, laughing cockily when you let out another whine. “Oh, I see now,” he whispers in your ear, “You act so high and mighty, always trying to take control of things, when really you’re just some sub in disguise. Isn’t that right, doll?”

You bit your lip, eyes tearing up in sexual frustration. You eyes roll back, biting your lip harder, when his grip on your throat tightens. “Aww~ how cute. You look so pathetic like this, baby,” he says, biting the shell of your ear. You arch your back at the stimulation, grinding your hips into his with a whimper. You were so glad that you were at the farthest corner of the library. Changbin moves away from you and grabs your arm. “Let’s go. We’re leaving.”

He drags you back to your table and carelessly stuffs your belongings into your bag. He slings it over his should and harshly pulls you out of the library. His apartment wasn’t that far from the library so the two of you didn’t bother picking up a cab. The walking distance between the library and his house was only about 10 minutes or less, but to you guys, it felt like hours.

Changbin fumbles with his keys, wanting to unlock the door faster. When he succeeds, he pushes you inside, slamming and locking his door roughly. He throws your bag to the ground then proceeds to pull you into his room. He turns the knob and kicks his door open.

Once inside, he pushes you onto his bed, hovering above you. The two of you were panting heavily from the tension. “Please tell me to stop,” he breathes shakily, staring at your lips, finally saying his first words since the library. “If you don’t want this, tell me to stop before I lose it.”

Did you really want this? Do you really want him? Or is it just your hormones talking? You contemplate, thinking back on all the years you’ve known him. Yeah, you thought that he was annoying when you were younger, wanting nothing more than to push him down a well. However, as you grew up, you started to notice how mature he has gotten throughout the years. He still does make fun of you, but it wasn’t as bad as before. He did treat you like an actual human being when he wasn’t irritating you. Especially recently. He really did treat you nicely but you were too prideful yourself to admit that.

Even up to now, you said some really hurtful things to him, and he was still making sure you were okay when he could’ve just lashed out on you and done whatever he wants. Changbin is genuinely a really nice guy and you were just too stuck up to see that. In that moment, you realize that you actually like Changbin, as in, have genuine feelings for him. Maybe even way longer than you realize but you were being stubborn to acknowledge it. Speaking of, you seem to realize that you were so lost in thought that Changbin took your silence as a ‘no’.

Just as he was about to remove himself from your body, you grab onto his shirt and push your lips onto his. He was taken aback. He was convinced that you truly didn’t like him but you seem to have proved him wrong. Before he could kiss you back, you parted away from him, leaning your forehead against him. “Make me yours, Bin,” you whisper.

Without any hesitation, Changbin kisses you with fervor. The kiss held so much passion, desperation, and desire that it made you moan. You wrap your arms around his neck, messing with his dark hair. Changbin groans, grinding his hips against yours. He pulls away to take off your shirt and start marking you up. You mewl, feeling him suck, lick, and kiss your neck.

One particular suck on the juncture of your neck made you moan out loud. He smiles against your skin, taking extra time on that area. You cry out, pulling on his hair to get his attention. “Changbin…” you say breathlessly. He looks up and nearly loses it on the spot. You laying underneath him, neck covered with sexy red marks that he created. You already look so dazed out that Changbin wonders how much more beautiful you will look when he actually fucks you.

He moves up to your face, stroking your hair. “What’s wrong, doll?” he questions you softly. You whimper as you roll your hips up to meet his. Changbin hisses at the feeling.

“Inside,” you whine, “Want you inside me, please.”

“Do you now?” Now his tone was condescending. You pout, nodding your head. “Cute. What makes you thing that I’d just give it to you after how much of a brat you were earlier?” You rub your thighs together, pouting.

Tears starts forming in your eyes. “Please? I’m sorry for being a brat. I’ll make it up to you, I promise!”

Changbin chuckles darkly. “Oh, you will, doll,” he says, rubbing both your thighs. He glances up at you to read your expressions, only continuing when you gave him a confirming nod. He sits up and takes off your pants. He chuckles, licking his lips when he realizes that your bra and panties were a matching set. “How adorable.” he sings, making you flustered.

Changbin kisses your stomach before slipping his hand down your panties. You clench your thighs, trapping his hand, as he plays with your clit. He rubs slow circles on your clit, stroking your slit before sliding one finger inside you. You grab a fistful of his bed sheets, moaning. He lazily moves his finger in you, adding another one to fill you up a little more. You were already breathless. Your sweet moans filling up the entire room. Changbin starts to move his fingers faster, bending them, making you arch your back and whine louder.

You could already feel your high getting closer. You start squirming around in response. “Close, baby?” he asks, rhetorically. You nod your head frantically.

“Y-yes, fuck. Oh shi- yes.”

Changbin pumps his fingers faster for you, feeling yourself clenching tighter and tighter before you finally cum around them. He lets you ride out your high before slipping out of you. He brings his fingers to your lips, prying them open. “Open up, doll.” You let his fingers inside your mouth, swirling your tongue around his digits, tasting yourself, making the two of you groan. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, sliding down so his face meets your wet core.

You look down at him, questioningly. You were about to ask him what he was doing until he licks up your slit. Your eyes widened as you threw your head back, letting out a moan loud enough that it borderline sounded like a scream. His tongue explores your pussy, occasionally sucking on your clit as you pant.

“N-no,” you stammer, “that’s not-n-no. I-I’m still sensi-ah!” You grip his hair, not sure if you’re trying to push him away or pull him closer. Changbin chuckles at this, the vibrations from it shooting up your core. Your sensitivity from your first orgasm brought you closer to your next release. You start bucking your hips, thighs closing in on his head as your core tightens. He grabs your thighs, prying them open. One last harsh suck on you clit made you cum again, this time on his tongue. Changbin licks up your slit, gathering up every single drop of your juices.

He sits up and smiles at you, his chin covered with your excess wetness. He rubs your thighs to calm you down. “You good, Y/n?” he worryingly asks, “Think you can handle one more?” You lazily nod your head, a little overwhelmed with the over sensitivity. Changbin wipes his mouth before crawling back to your face. He kisses you leisurely, taking his time with your lips to give you more time to calm down.

You hold onto his muscular biceps as he cups your face. You were still panting harshly even before he started making out with you. He peppers your face with gentle pecks, encouraging you to continue. “How ‘bout now? Can you handle one more orgasm, babe?”

This time, you could actually reply to him. “Y-yeah. ‘Think I can.” you said, quietly. Changbin smiles and gives you one more peck on your lips. He leans up and takes off his clothes. Even after two orgasms, you still felt needy for Changbin. Your eyes rake down his form, eyeing each one of his bulging muscles. Damn, no wonder why he’s always bragging about going to the gym everyday, cause he has every right to do so.

Now, if you thought his body was impressive, then his cock was another story. Your eyes widens, breath hitching when you see it. Holy shit, now I know why he’s so short, you thought. He has a monster cock that totally makes up for it. “Holy fuck-“ Changbin looks at you with a smirk.

“What’s wrong, doll? Bigger than you expected?” You nod dumbly, mouth ajar. Changbin could feel his ego skyrocketing. He pumps himself, throwing his head back in pleasure, finally feeling some kind of pleasure before lining himself to your hole. He adjusts his position, spreading your legs wider as well. “I’ll go as slowly as I can,” he mutters. You mumble a quiet ‘thank you’ as he starts pushing in.

Your mouth opens in a silent scream, eyes clenching as you try to take him in fully. Changbin moans rather loudly, your tightness a little too much for him. “W-wait. Fuck…” you call out with slight hiss. He stops his penetration, waiting for you to adjust. Your grip on his shoulders tightens, silently giving him the ok to move. He continues his advancement slowly until he bottoms out inside you. The both of you moan, giving each other time to relax.

Changbin leans down to kiss your cheek, whispering encouraging words to you. You stay in your positions for almost a minute before pleading for Changbin to move. At first, his thrusts were slow, testing out how well you could take him in for now. You moan softly, the way his hips move softly is already shooting bursts of pleasure throughout your body. Gradually, he picks up his pace, his once slow, loving thrusts are now hungry, desperate ones.

His hands were now on the back of your thighs, folding you in half. The new position allows him to reach deeper inside you. “B-bin,” you whine, clawing at his back, “hmm…fuck. M-more. Fuck me harder.”

“Harder? You really think your pretty little pussy can handle my cock, doll?”

“Yes! P-please g-give me more. I can handle i-it!”

Changbin laughs at your desperation, picking up his pace. You moan louder, moving your hips to meet his thrusts. Changbin’s soft moans and growls and your own whiny moans filled his bedroom. Neither of you knew who would break first, both of your releases nearing. The tip of his cock starts hitting right on your sweet spot, making you scream. He throws his head back with a loud, raspy moan when he feels you tightening around him.

“I’m s-so fucking close, Bin,” you cry, “Don’t s-stop!”

“My, what a desperate slut you are.”

He bites his lip, hips moving harder and deeper, as he leans closer to kiss you. Remembering the scene from the library, Changbin’s right hand snakes around your neck, firmly but gently choking you.You let yourself enjoy the feeling of him blocking your airways, closing your eyes in pleasure. You whine loudly when he slips his tongue in your mouth. You let him explore your wet cavern, loving the feeling. Your eyes shot open when you felt his thumb playing with your clit.

“Sh-shit! Changbin!” You moan, arching your back. You could feel the beginnings of your release.

“C’mon,beautiful,” Changbin whispers, “Cum for me.” His words seem to have triggered your orgasm. Your body went stiff, cumming around his cock, mumbling a bunch of expletives. You start trembling, the feeling of your orgasm was too intense. Changbin hisses, pulling himself out of you when he felt his own release nearing.

He pulls you up, pushing your head close to his throbbing dick. Getting the memo, you lean down and take him into your mouth. You bob your head up and down as you pump the rest of his cock. Changbin moans, his rough hand in your hair. He starts rocking his hips, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. One harsh tug on your scalp made you moan, the vibrations sends waves of pleasure down his cock making him throw his head back yet again.

“What a dirty little girl,” he pants heavily. “Love my cock that much, huh, doll?” Tears pool your eyes as you try humming in agreement. The second round of vibrations sent Changbin over the edge. Hot spurts of cum shoots down your throat. He holds your head in place until he finishes cumming. “That’s it, beautiful. Swallow it all. Don’t let anything go to waste.”

He lets go of your head and gently pushes you down his bed. He cups your cheek, rubbing it tenderly with his thumb. Changbin reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, throwing it down onto his floor and rubbing at your breast to soothe you, only letting go of them when you let out an uncomfortable whine. He moves up to your face and kisses you softly.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” he questions you. You nod, too fucked out to respond verbally. Changbin giggles, moving to lay beside you and petting your hair as you calm yourself. You turn your body to hug his, slightly catching him off guard. He immediately relaxes, however, and continues stroking your hair. The two of you lay comfortably until Changbin broke the silence.

“Did you mean it?” he asks, quietly. You note the tone of uncertainty in his words. Your eyes meet his in question.

“Mean what?” you slur, still having a bit of trouble talking.

“Did you mean what you said in the library? Do you really hate me? Was this just a…one time thing?”

You look at him sadly, his expression matching yours. He didn’t want this to be just a one night stand. He genuinely wants to be friends with you. Scratch that, he wants to be even more than that. You nibble on your lips, shaking your head.

“No…I don’t actually hate you…Yeah, you piss me off a lot but…I can’t actually hate you,” you say, moving your hands to cup his face. You could feel Changbin leaning into your touch. “Honestly, I don’t even remember when I started liking you. I guess I only just realized it now when you pushed me onto your bed.”

Changbin moves away from you in shock. “You…like me?” You timidly nod your head, a little embarrassed now. He lets out the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on him and kisses you. This time, this kiss was soft, filled with so much love and unsaid feelings. You giggle into the kiss, holding his face. Changbin pulls away from you and rests his forehead against yours, his eyes twinkling in joy. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”

You smile, moving to peck his lips. “I’m sorry,” you tell him, “For everything I said. It was uncalled for and kinda mean. Scratch that, I really was a fucking bitch to you. You didn’t deserve that.”

Changbin hums, rubbing your back. “It’s okay. I’m sorry too. I get why you said all that. I mean, this whole rivalry started ‘cause of me, so this was kinda my fault to begin with.”

“No, it’s not. We both brought this upon ourselves, Bin, so we’re both at fault.”

“I guess…Let’s just start over?”

You contemplate. “I think,” you start cautiously, “It’s better if we don’t.”

“Huh?” Changbin was confused. “What do you mean no?”

“I mean, I don’t really want to forget about our past and pretend our years of bickering never happened. We already fell for each other’s bad qualities, so why should we, you know? There’s nothing for us to hide at this point.”

Changbin had a look of realization on his face, drawing out a long ‘ah’. “I like that,” he laughs. “You’re right. Let’s do that!” He pulls you closer to his broad chest, kissing the top of your head. He hugs your form tighter, as if he was afraid that this was a dream. “Oh yeah, what’re we gonna tell Chan and Jisung when we show up together all lovey-dovey?” he wonders out loud.

“No need to tell us anything!” a voice sounding a lot like Jisung’s calls out from the other side of Changbin’s door. “We’ve been home for 15 minutes now. We heard almost everything! Chill out goddamnit!” You both could hear Chan in the distance, yelling at Jisung for saying that while he goes on about how you two “actually did it, they finally got laid!”.

“Oh my god…” you groan in mortification while Changbin drowns with laughter. You hide your face on Changbin’s chest, feeling it shake from his laughs. “Looks like we got that down!” he jokes. You slap his chest with a whine.

Yup. Today now marks the end of the Seo-L/n war, and damn were you glad it did.

~End~

A/n: hi. if you didn’t know, this is actually a repost yay :) cause after all this time, this fic still hasn’t shown up in the tags cause t*mblr is a little bi-

[yhwhsdaughter]

Wife material

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕁𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕪𝕒

Requested by @iwannabeacowboahbaybee: Would you be comfortable writing a Jiraiya x reader where the reader pretends to be his wife for a mission. Then during the mission he realizes he actually would not mind settling down on with someone? Maybe the reader 👀? Please let me know if you’re not comfortable with this idea! Thank you ❤️❤️❤️

so this will be younger Jiraiya before the snake thot defected and all that

“Haah? You want me to be your what?”

You were enjoying the day, lounging in a hammock, reading a book when you were approached by Jiraiya.

Apparently he needed to infiltrate a village under the guise of a feudal lord. He’d been comisioned to pose as said person and obtain information crucial to the ongoing war between the two lands. The only problem was that the feudal lord was married.

“So? Can’t you hire someone? What about Tsunade?”

Jiraiya didn’t think it would be this hard to reclute you. The two of you had been friends for the longest time, so why were you being so apprehensive? “We don’t have chemistry. She’d probably punch me if I touched her and ruin the mission.”

You continued reading, making a face of understanding when he mentioned that. It did sound like something Tsunade would do. “If I hired a woman, it would take too long to fill her in. Plus, they’re not shinobi.”

“Neither am I.”

Jiraiya was getting exasperated. While not a shinobi, you practiced taijutsu so you were capable of protecting yourself.

“What about Orochimaru?” He was a talented ninja, skilled enough to take another figure if he desired. At the mention of his teammate, Jiraya shuddered. “Don’t even mention it.”

He sighed. “Please (Name), I need you.”

Hearing his pleas, you put your book down. Your face felt hot. “Stop begging, it’s unlike you. I’ll do it.”

The white haired nin had to use a transformation jutsu but you didn’t. Unlike your usual attire, you had to do wear elegant robes fit for a feudal lord’s wife. You donned them well, bringing out your best features.

“They’re uncomfortable.”

You weren’t used to so many layers wrapped around your figure. Jiraiya looked you over, “Fits you really—” his words died in his mouth when you jabbed his side. Looking at Jiraiya, it was weird seeing him as someone else. He too, was dressed differently than his normal outfit.

“I like you better as yourself.”

“That so?” you looked away from his analyzing eyes, “Don’t let it get to your head.”

The ride was rather boring.

Since it was going to be a long journey, you stopped at place for the night. Seeing as the two of you were ‘married’ it meant sharing a bed. It wasn’t a new concept to the both of you, having had many sleepovers during your teenager years. However, this time it was different.

The annoying white haired kid you once knew had become a man that you deeply desired. Though you’d never voice it, you would do anything for him. But Jiraiya didn’t belong to anyone. He was a ladies man; he couldn’t be tied down.

Getting into bed, you prayed that Jiraiya wouldn’t sense your racing heart. Too late. You felt yourself being pulled into the arms of your companion. “Oh?? Are you nervous (Name)?”

His heart, too, couldn’t sit still so you retorted, “Shut up. Yours is also beating fast.”

Jiraiya fell silent but did not release you.

No, he longed to hold you this close since you first smiled at him. Jiraiya had gotten his ass beat in practice pulling him into a bad mood.

You found him sulking. “Stop pouting. What are you, a child?” He didn’t respond to your teasing as he normally would. You poked him with a stick. “Oi.”

“What can I do to cheer you up..” you wondered aloud.

Hearing this, Jiraiya got a devious look on his face. “I want you to smile for me.” Seemingly surprised by this, you moved backwards, eyes wide. Jiraiya thought you wouldn’t do it. He knew you to be a serious girl, after being orphaned, so it wasn’t often that you smiled freely like the rest.

Jiraiya didn’t realize this back then, but you were happy to smile for him. Despite you insisting that he was a dummy, Jiraiya always found a way to brighten your day. What kind of friend would you be if you didn’t return the favor?

Smiling for Jiraiya, he felt his little heart beat faster, almost stop, before settling down. The sun held nothing to the warmth of your smile. He decided then that he would always love you.

Arriving to the village, important political figures of the land met at the imperial garden for a picnic. They’d all brought their families to discuss and celebrate.

One of your hands held onto Jiraiya’s arms, linking hands together, bodies pressed together. The wedding bands brushed against each other. Though you felt blissful your eyes scanned the area without trying to look suspicious.

You figured Jiraiya would join the men. Instead, he led you downwards. The white haired nin placed his head on your lap, closing his eyes. Had it not been for those present, you would’ve thrown him off.

Feeling awkward, you began to play with his hair. If it was possible, Jiraiya snuggled closer, freezing you. “You’re enjoying this a little too much aren’t you?”

“Not my fault you’re comfortable.”

By now, most of the wives, husbands, and children had moved to the other side of the garden. Jiraiya nudged you, making you lean down to hear him better. He whispered in your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

“Everyone’s gone. We should use this chance to consummate our marria-ACK!”

Pushing him, Jiraiya landed face first onto the grass before you mounted him to slap his dirty thoughts away. “You’re—on a mission— stop it!”

The best he could do was grab at your hands. Some of the guests must have heard the commotion because they peaked in to see you straddling Jiraya.

Distracted, you lost your balance. Jiraiya’s hands gripped your hips tightly to help but it only looked worse. The position, your red face, Jiraiya’s smug smile was all they needed to know before leaving the area again.

“Pardon the interruption!” “We’ll leave you now!”

You couldn’t even explain. Shooting your partner a glare, Jiraiya quietly explained that he needed to make a distraction so one of his toads could steal a scroll. “It was the only way to rile you up!”

“My ass-!” He could’ve just asked and you would have gone along with the plan.

“Yeah it’s very nice 👍 ”

Jiraiya hurried to meet the other men before you actually strangled him. It was boring but he payed close attention to every word that came out of their old mouths.

One of the leaders glanced at something, causing the rest to follow. It was you comforting a crying child.

You never imagined having kids, but you had an innate talent for calming them down. The little girl stopped crying, giving you a smile which you returned. It was a sweet scene, kind of dazzling in its own way. Those around couldn’t help but be affected and attracted.

“You got a good one feudal lord.” “Yes. I’d take her if she wasn’t married to you.”

Jiraiya laughed amicably but on the inside he was fuming. It was one thing for him to tease you, his life long friend and another for these old farts to ogle at you.

Sensing their states, you turned. Your eyes instantly became colder, sending shivers down their spines as if you knew what they were saying.

As the mission was complete; Jiraiya had extracted all the information he could, he transformed back.

Everyone, including you, stared at him with saucer eyes. You were confused. He wasn’t supposed to reveal his identity at all?? A bodyguard, figuring it out, jumped to attack but you kicked him away.

A fight ensued.

Jiraiya got the chance to use his abilities freely. By the end, every threat was down. You looked exhausted, it was difficult to fight in a long ceremonial robe. Not to mention that Jiraiya’s toads had made a mess. “Did... did you have to go all out?”

He didn’t.

The reason why Jiraiya went through all this trouble was to get back at those men for speaking too intimately of you. But, you didn’t need to know that so he gave you a shameless grin.

“Ugh. You’re so troublesome you know that?”

“But you love me~”

Things went back to normal when you returned to Konoha. You kept the ring, not taking it off and staring at it from all kinds of angles. It was fitting. Jiraiya did the same, which caused some comments from Orochimaru. Oh boy.

At night, you both missed the warmth of each other.

It took a while for Jiraiya to realize that he wouldn’t mind settling with you. Even if you didn’t want marriage, he would be happy just to be at your side. To sleep next to you for as long as he lived. Deciding it was time to say this, he ran to your house.

You laid in bed, bored. Your thoughts eventually led you to reminisce on the mission. Wife. Jiraiya’s wife. Wife of Jiraiya? You voiced it aloud, trying to decided which one sounded better. “Aaagh! It’s no use!” It was best to take a walk to clear your head.

Opening the door, something hit your forehead a bit hard. You nearly stumbled back, “Ow!” Jiraiya blinked in surprise. “Oh! My bad.”

You opened one eye, “Jiraiya it’s you.. I was— come in.”

It was aaaaawkward.

Jiraiya sat in front of you, silent. You stated at him, wondering why he showed up. He merely toyed with the glass of water you’d offered. You bit your lip anxiously. It was your chance to confess.

“So about the mission—”

“I want you—“

Both of you stopped midsentence. Jiraiya cleared his throat. “I want to settle with you. Marriage, kids, living together.. whatever you want. As long as I can be with you.”

You could not help your excitement. “I want that too!!”

“I mean, it’s whatever. Yeah I could live with you and stuff...”

The white haired nin couldn’t help but laugh.

He loved you.

And you loved him.

[hervoidfury]

Unexpectedly — Austin Gunn. [ one shot; part one ]

; will this be a series? perhaps but welcome to my second attempt at writing on tumblr, it still feels new but I'll get used to it. Austin Gunn has grown on me, and he deserves appreciation sooo let's get on with it. [ this is a developing story but I figured I can post some blurps here ] — ( also no disrespect to his real life girlfriend cause she's cute asf )

— genre; fluff ... a whole lot of fluff

p.s special thanks to my girl Tish aka @worldxwonders for letting me use her badass character Jordan Taylor.

also Austin is so freaking cute okay 🥺

" Oh no! " muttered Vanessa as she checked the recent text on her phone.

Jordan glanced at her best friend from where she sat, " What's wrong? "

" My best friend Connar, she's getting married to Aaron and has decided to do a small wedding, she invited me and said I should bring a plus one " said Vanessa, " emphasis on the 'plus one' cause she has been on my case in terms of dating again "

" She isn't wrong " Jordan snickered, " Vanessa you've finally moved past Colby, you're in the best place of your life — and rumor has it that a certain son of a Gunn has his eye on you "

" Stop with the nonsense Jordan, there is no way that Austin likes me, I mean the guy can get any girl he wants; why would he go for someone like me? " said Vanessa, reaching for her makeup brush to start getting ready.

" I beg to differ! " said Britt Baker from where she sat. " I saw the way he was looking at you last Dynamite, if that isn't the definition of heart eyes I don't know what is! "

" Plus, he turns into a babbling mess whenever you are around " said Nyla chiming in with a grin, " I think it's so cute "

Jordan was smiling, " good to know I ain't the only one noticing "

Stella, the head make up artist who was currently working on Jordan's look smiled, " Last week I overheard him chatting with his brother over wanting to get you a present for your ten year anniversary of being a wrestler " she added.

The girls released a unanimous " Oooh " over what Stella had said, Vanessa's cheeks reddened — " Guys " she whined shaking her head, " can you just stop? "

" Not until you admit that y'all have something! Don't think we didn't notice the flirtatious comments " said Jordan.

" Or how protective Austin gets whenever he sees MJF flirting with you " said Britt.

" It's true " Nyla laughed, " He does look like he wants to kill him "

" You should ask him to be your date to the wedding " said Stella. " That way you two can finally come face to face with what everyone has been seeing all along "

" Remind me why I agreed to be a part of All Elite Wrestling again " said Vanessa.

" Because you wanted to make a change and here you are making a change " said Jordan smiling. " and hopefully getting your second chance at happiness "

Vanessa ignored them and continued on with applying her makeup, despite Stella's insistence — Vanessa told her not to worry as Vanessa wanted to go with a more natural look since she was only accompanying Jordan for her match against Tay Conti.

— Later on,

Austin had remembered hearing how Vanessa liked talking about the moon and constellations; when he found the necklace which had two sets of constellations on it — he knew it was the perfect gift for her ten year anniversary of being a wrestler.

Austin's older brother, Colten peeked at the necklace with a grin. " She'll love it, especially since it came from you. Don't worry so much "

" I am not worrying about anything, I just ... Vanessa's a unique girl man, she's not like anyone I've ever met " muttered Austin.

" Instead of pining over her like that, ask her out " said Colten.

" She wouldn't go for someone like me! She's like two years older, she's probably looking for someone more mature " said Austin.

" Dude, are you serious? Two years is nothing — and I know for a fact that she likes you because you guys have chemistry, it shows just ask Dad " said Colten.

Kip piped up from where he was sitting, " That girl is good for you kid, she brings out the best in you so I agree with your brother, you should ask her out "

Austin shook his head, " I'll see " he mutters.

Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he sees Vanessa entering the catering area, once their eyes locked he immediately glanced down at his phone hoping she didn't notice the pinkish tint across his cheeks.

" Hi Vanessa " said Colten rather loudly, grinning at his brother's glare.

" Hi guys, um ... Austin, can I talk to you for a minute? alone " said Vanessa sweetly.

" Colten, come on we got something to do " said Kip standing up.

" You're right Dad, we do. Let's go, see you later Vanessa " said Colten, leaving with his Dad.

Vanessa waved at them, then sat down across from Austin. " This will sound weird, okay maybe not too weird but you get my drift "

" Okay! " Austin smiled.

" So here's the thing; my best friend Connar, she's getting married in like two days and um ... she suggested or more like insisted on me going with a plus one, she's been on my case when it comes to dating for a while and I figured since we're um, friends maybe you can come with me to the wedding. it's a small affair you know, with the pandemic so ... would you um, be my plus one to the wedding? "

Austin was surprised, just earlier; both his brother and father were suggesting he asks her out only to be presented with a window of opportunity. " I don't see why not, I'll go with you " he answered smiling.

" You have no idea how much you just saved my life, thank you so much " said Vanessa smiling in relief.

" Hey anything to help you out Snake girl " said Austin.

" I better go find Jordan, I'll text you the details later. Thank you so much again " said Vanessa rushing out of catering.

[once-upon-a-scenario]

The Pillars with Pets; Part 2 of the Modern AU

:D __ Mitsuri -so Mitsuri actually wanted a dog of her own so bad and took the first opportunity to get one -she adopted her bab from a shelter -originally, she was thinking more along the lines of a small, floofy dog -like a Pomeranian, maybe, or a poodle -but -b u t -look. The huge, ambiguously mixed dog was. Right there. And she had such big, sweet eyes. -‘twas love at first sight -Aki-chan is an older dog and has a limp, but she shares her owner’s zest for life -together, they’re so full of energy that it’s downright terrifying -but in the best possible way! -Aki-chan gives the best slobbery kisses. Aki-chan is always there to wake Mitsuri up with happy barking in the morning. They cuddle together at night. -Aki-chan is an absolute sweetheart but considering her sheer size, she acts as a very effective deterrent for folks who are just plain Not Nice to Mitsuri -it’s like…the dog has a sixth sense for when her owner is uncomfortable or sad -Mitsuri likes to knit sweaters for Aki in the wintertime -they don’t always fit quite right but it’s fun! -also bakes Aki dog treats at home -tends to want to share food with her; has to remind herself that feeding dogs human stuff isn’t generally that good of an idea -(however, Aki will inevitably end up getting a few tidbits when Mitsuri’s cooking/baking) -(only the stuff that’s ok for her to eat, though!) -also also Aki is exactly That Kind of dog, the type that you’d think only appears in animated movies -the type that matchmakes -she does that 101 Dalmatian thing to Mitsuri and this cute brunette dude they met at the park -(y’know, the whole “lol hoomans I am apparently the only one smart enough to notice the chemistry between you so I shall tie you together with my leash until one of you breaks”) Obanai: -I mean he canonically has a snek -Kaburamaru is a pure boy -Iguro first got his snake as a teenager, when he was still living with his family -it was the only true gift he was ever allowed from them -his home life…was not the best -he hated his parents and siblings and used to dream of the day he’d be able to leave -moved out as soon as he could afford it with Kaburamaru in tow -he loves his noodle all the more because snakes live long lives; Kaburamaru’s been with him through thick and thin, through all the bad times in his life -and Iguro moved out, he really was Iguro’s only friend -at this point, Iguro treats him more like a person than anything -he’ll sit next to Kaburamaru’s enclosure with a book in hand and chat to him about how ridiculous the plot is -will sometimes just let the snek boi out and let him wiggle around his neck while he does other stuff -hates social media but will post pics of the noodle -it’s all his Instagram has: -Aesthetic pics or cute videos of Kaburamaru just chilling -hates his neighbors and will answer the door with Kaburamaru on his shoulders + talking to the snake just to freak them out -kids in the neighborhood spread rumors that he’s a ~witch~ -he literally doesn’t give a damn as long as they leave him alone lmao -the reptilian equivalent of “Crazy Old Cat Lady” -funny thing is that he isn’t particularly fond of animals in general -Kaburamaru is, he’s decided, his first and last snake/pet -has heart attacks on the daily once he starts dating this really wonderful woman who owns a heckin dog, and a huge one at that. Iguro is not used to animals that shed. -also dog-proofed his house at first out of paranoia that Aki would eat his snek -(though he later warmed up to her and decided to trust that she probably wouldn’t lol) Uzui: -has two ferrets -one is cinnamon, the other is white -white bab is named Momo -cinnamon bab is named…Chanel -(can you guess who got naming rights on Chanel) -(hint: it was not one of Tengen’s wives) -the ferrets were bought because everybody in the household wanted a pet but nobody could agree on what animal they were going to get -(Tengen wanted a bird, Makio wanted a dog, Suma wanted a bunny and Hinatsuru wanted them all to shut up and actually do some research) -eventually, they somehow came up with a combination of the desired pet traits and decided that ferrets were the best fit -anyway Momo & Chanel are spoilt rotten -they live the most Expensive, most flamboyant lives a pair of ferrets could possibly live -Suma thinks they’re adorable and babies them -Makio loves how energetic and spunky they are -Hinatsuru is just quietly affectionate. It’s so cute to watch the rest of the family coo over them -Tengen considers them his children -he is the pet owner who dresses up for Halloween with them -(once he and the other three went as pirates with the ferrets as their parrots ack I hate that that rhymes lol) -and makes them Instagram famous -is probably considering dedicating a Youtube channel to them as well -it’s like -bruh -how obsessed could you possibly be with a pair of small furry slinkies -(very obsessed, apparently)  -Chanel & Momo: *exist*  -Tengen: fucking superb, you flamboyant little goblins :D  -shows them off constantly to his friends  -it was especially bad for the first couple of months after he got them  -not that the showing off has died down over the years, the others have just…gotten used to his dramatics by now  -tbh usually somebody (probably Hinatsuru) would stop him, but the other three are also too obsessed with their babies to be Mature about it  Sanemi:  -“Maybe I’ll get a dog,” Sanemi said to himself  -“Other animals are kinda stupid and not my thing”  -“Hi,” said Fate, dumping a betta fish in a plastic cup on his doorstep. “Will it work if I try to appeal to your soft side?”  -Sanemi is  r a g e  -what kind of bastard just dumps a living fISH on a stranger’s doorstep  -bro  -wtf  -he’s so angry  -hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh  -well, he keeps it in that plastic cup on his kitchen table, because he has *no clue* what to do with it  -tries to call a few people and make them take it  -fails  -he stares furiously at the fish a little more before starting to feel uneasy because…can it…really survive in such a tiny cup  -buys a cheap secondhand fish tank and some fish food that’s apparently for bettas  -(Genya: no, see, this one’s specially for betta fish  Sanemi: wtf is the difference)  -posts stuff on social media “is there any sad shithead out there willing to take a stupid blue fish”  -some people answer, Sanemi makes it clear that they have to chat with him first before coming to pick up the fish because he’s not a *monster,* he’s not gonna send the creature to a neglectful owner  -turns out, he hates every single candidate. Or maybe he’s just…getting really knowledgeable about betta fish. Maybe he’s joined a group for first-time betta owners. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe he bought a new tank and new food and the betta is actually starting to look kinda perky and flashy  -(Siamese fighting fish. It’s a fighting fish. It’s Fierce. Sanemi…does not dislike it. It’s kinda rad.)  -Come to think of it. He did own stag beetles as a kid. Maybe dogs aren’t the only pets worth owning…?  -the betta is eventually named Dragon, he gets a big tank, balanced diet, and a Marimo mossball friend, and Sanemi becomes a fish expert despite the fact that he swears this is “temporary”  -(Shinobu, dropping by for lunch/to antagonize him: lmao right a ‘’’temporary’’’ tank that you decorated yourself and ‘’’temporary’’’ bloodworms in your freezer and ‘’’temporary’’’ smiling when you come home and your fish swims out to greet you)  Himejima (warning: a little sad compared to the others. Some brief mentions of death/loss and grief) -has a seeing eye dog  -she’s a black Labrador named Nana, and has been living with him for a few years now  -they’re honestly a perfect match  -Nana’s a sweet, steady dog and is good company for her owner  -when she isn’t working, she’s pretty content to amble around the house and/or snuggle up to Gyoumei  -having her has had a huge positive influence on him  -he wasn’t exactly in the best state, emotionally, after losing his kids all those years ago  -it took him a while to heal  -and Nana’s presence grounded him throughout  -she kept him from kind of shrinking into himself  -at his darkest moments, Gyoumei might have preferred to reject help, even when his friends came to call  -but Nana always barked happily and ran up to the door to welcome visitors  -she’d whine and wake him up in the mornings  -offer a ton of slobbery doggy kisses  -it helped him open up again, little by little  -Gyoumei is of the opinion that Nana was his main teacher in relearning how to trust people  -he occasionally organizes playdates for her with Aki and Mitsuri  -Mitsuri also knits matching sweaters for Aki and Nana  -she sometimes throws in a sweater for Gyoumei, too  -Nana is often bamboozled by Gyoumei when he prays or works out  -hooman  -hooman what are these strange and repetitive movements that you do  -hooman why do you sit still with your hands together and ignore me  -it’s kinda funny how she gets confused and starts sniffing Gyoumei or nudging him with her nose  -though Gyoumei no longer truly requires encouragement to get out of bed in the mornings, Nana still makes a point of waking him up with kisses -and nuzzles -and doing this weird thing where she puts her paws on his cheeks like she’s trying to cup his face in her ‘‘‘hands’‘‘ lol -it coaxes a rare smile out of Gyoumei -Nana’s existence in general makes him smile

[heuristicallyinclined]

MallekWeek2020 Day 1 Writing Prompt

Day 1: What happened after Mallek's Friendsim route

(AO3)

If someone told you you would be spending your evening on the less dirty side of a couch belonging to a guy who genuinely thought you were a robot when he met you, you probably would have absolutely believed it. Honestly, you might have felt some relief knowing you would get a break from the usual life-threatening antics. Things might have started out weird, but chilling on someone’s couch was a nice change of pace. Even if there is a giant snake staring at you from across the room, seemingly unblinking. Can snakes blink? Do alien snakes blink? You don’t think this one does at least. You hope Mallek comes back soon.

The two of you had gone for a dip in some sewer water, willingly and otherwise, and had come back up to his apartment to get cleaned up. He offered to let you shower first since he did push you. You let him know you weren’t holding a grudge or anything, but he insisted. You did get a much needed change of clothes out of it though, so that was nice. You offered to see yourself out after your shower, not wanting to overstay your welcome, but he said it was cool. You are now wondering if he was just saying that to be polite. You mean, other people haven’t had much of a problem telling you to fuck off, but you think you are really feeling a friendship from him and you don’t want to risk it losing it because you can’t take a hint. You guess it is too late now, since while you were weighing your option, he enters the room.

Mallek plops down next to you on the couch and you look up at him and give him a friendly smile. You thank him again for being cool about the whole robot and palmhusk in the water thing, but he stops you.

“dude; its cool; you already apologized; were good;”

You relax a bit more at the reaffirmation. People have done worse for less and he felt bad enough to make it up to you. Maybe you are just waiting for the other shoe to drop?

“anyways; im hungry and am getting delivery; what do you want;”

Wait you’re getting fed? Oh he doesn’t have to do that and you don’t have anything to chip in right now an-

“i didnt really expect you to have money; im buying;”

You don’t have to do that, you’re good, you even ate today!

He shoots you a look of concern. Maybe you saying it like that was less than reassuring that you’re “good.”

“im not just going to eat in front of you; come on; plus my original plans fell through;”

You’re about to ask what when he nudges you with an easygoing smile. Oh, he was probably hoping to mess with a robot.

“here; what sounds good to you; i pulled up grubhub;”

What.

“oh yeah you = alien; you can get food off of it; here;”

He shows you his palmhusk and you scoot closer to see the screen. What the actual fuck. How is this a universal constant? Like you know they have a kind of bug theme going on and slap the word grub on things in ways you don’t really get. This still is a lot for you though. He is explaining it to you and you stop him. You fill him in. He chuckles and seems to be amused by this.

“that = weird dude; how about the food;”

Nope, the food is still eluding you. Some stuff seems to have Earthen equivalents and just have bugs or grubs on them or something. Others you have no idea what to make of. He can get whatever he thinks is good and you’re cool with getting whatever he is gets. He puts an order in.

“sure; but grubs = the best part;”

You disagree.

He laughs, “dibs on yours then;”

They’re all his.

You smile at him and it feels easy to do. You ask what you two are doing until then.

“how about a movie; = you cool with that”

Sure!

Okay, you are actually really pumped about this. A movie night with some delivery? That sounds like a really fun night. This is something actually you want to do, instead of just getting through to try to be his friend. You tell him to choose whatever, you haven’t seen anything other than a few romcoms anyways. Plus, him asking you to choose between two movies would take him ten minutes just to get through the titles. He chuckles at this and starts flipping through titles.

“do you like action movies;”

Yeah.

“how about bad ones;”

Like a really cheesy movie?

“yeah;”

Sounds fun. But you haven’t seen a lot of Alternian media, so whatever he picks is going to inform your opinion of his species. No pressure.

You hope he gets that this is a joke. Joking has felt easy to do with him so far and you want to keep doing it. You would hate to ruin it by saying the wrong thing and having him tell you to get out. By the way he is laughing though, he seems to appreciate it.

He grins at you, “okay; then this is going to be accurate as hell; enjoy;”

You’re ready for it.

Except you aren’t because there is a knock on the door. Mallek starts to get up, but you tell him you can at least grab it for him since he ordered it. You bound up to the door and open it with a delivery guy reading off the order for you to confirm. You realize you don’t know what Mallek ordered and the delivery guy looks up when you don’t answer. You also then realize he wasn’t expecting to see an alien answering a highblood’s door, based off of how he was looking at you. To his credit, he doesn’t drop the food. You just just grab it and thank him, basically slamming the door in his face with mild panic. You turn around and Mallek is there. You two look at each other and he doubles over. His laughter is contagious and soon you are too. You eventually collect yourself.

You feel bad, you know the poor guy doesn’t get paid enough for that.

“hes fine; does everyone do that when they see you;”

Depends on if they’re looking for a robot or not.

He chuckles and shakes his head. You settle back onto the couch with him with some plates and pop the box open. You see what looks like a very creative interpretation of pizza covered in mostly plants. And grubs. Cool. You grab a slice and start picking them off. It tastes good, not what you were expecting, but not bad. You grab another slice.

“how = it;”

You let him know you like it.

“enough to try it with grubs;”

Absolutely not.

He grabs one of the ones you picked off of your plate and into his mouth, “suit yourself;”

The two of you get back to watching the movie and you get comfortable. It has so many explosions and unrealistic combat scenes. Which you feel you now have the authority to judge based off what you’ve seen with Skyyla, Remele, Konyyl, Azdaja, and wow actually this is a concerning amount of violence you’ve seen. Hope that doesn’t have any long term consequences.

The acting is also just so bad. Like you know very little about quadrants, but based off of that and how prickly trolls can be, this is forced as hell. They have no chemistry in a love or hate way. God Polypa would be having a field day with this one. The characters are just. A lot. Some douchey main, secondary buddy dude, the veteran, romantic lead. There are so many cliches and you are having fun hating it, wait, did you just accidentally understand kissmesitude? Because of this shitty movie? Damn it.

There is one hacker character who does tech stuff for the leads. He uses a bunch of technical sounding jargon that you suspect means nothing based off of how Mallek is rolling his eyes. You don’t feel too bad interrupting the riveting dialogue.

So did any of that mean anything?

“fuck no; none of that made sense;”

You continue watching it, curling up fully on the couch now. More explosions and fight scenes. You wonder if humans and trolls have more in common than you originally thought just because of how you share so many tropes, just spun a bit differently. The hacker character utters, “I’m in,” and you can’t help it and smirk.

That’s you.

“that = me; you = right;”

This is easy and you like it, Just dumb side commentary during dumb movies.

Seriously, have you ever hacked anything and said “I’m in”?

“no;” he pauses and smiles at you, “but i have thought it;”

You wouldn’t be a real information specialist if you didn’t.

You grab another slice and immediately put the grubs on Mallek’s plate. The hero saves the day and triumphs doing some backflips off of a burning building. The buddy makes a joke that falls flat. The two kiss. Everyone is happy and the credits roll.

You look over at Mallek, sprawled out on the couch, legs on top of yours. He seems to always keep up a cool demeanor, but this is probably the first time you’ve seen him be genuinely relaxed. You wish you could be that relaxed, you were having fun, you really were, but the movie was over now and you didn’t know where that left you. As reluctant as you are to break the silence, you do.

So the movie is done now, do you want me to help clean up before I go?

“it = getting late; do you want to go;”

You hope you aren’t reading too far into this but you think he maybe doesn’t want you to leave yet.

You were down to watch another one if he was.

“Sweet; i =”

You were actually having a lot of fun.

He raises an eyebrow at you when you make this admission.

“Actually;”

Wait, by that you me-

“im just messing with you; yeah; i havent had a movie day with friends in a while; it = nice;”

He said friend! You were beaming at him. He returned the look albeit more tiredly.

“= you ready for the next one;”

You nodded and he pressed play.

[lolabean1998]

This Better Work Part 7

Sweet Pea X OC

Summery; Hey guys, not sure how well this is going to go but I originally put it on Wattpad so its way long, but hopefully its not horrendous. Let me know what you think! So, it follows the story line kind of, it’s not exact but I have tried and it follows my OC Ali as she navigates through the hell that is Riverdale. Whilst struggling with financial, social and romantic difficulties, she has the added pressure of keeping up with school work and bonus of being thrown into the frightening world of the criminal underground.

Side Note; None of the gifs or pictures I use are mine, I’m not talented or smart enough to even begin an attempt at making my own. Thank you to those who have such abilities and if you don’t want me using them then please let me know so I can remove them for you. 

Word Count; 

"Hey Ali! Ali Cat! Why the hell are you siding with the Southside scumbags?" Reggie bellowed down the corridor at Ali as she threw her unneeded Chemistry and Geography books in her locker. 

"Really Reggie?" She questioned sternly, slamming her locker and spinning to face the jumped-up Bulldog. Being met by the whole squad, her arms folded as her eyebrows raised in amusement. 

"Are you serious? You got the whole damn squad out just to confront me about a HOODIE? A FUCKING HOODIE REGINALD? I'm not taking anyone’s side. I'm just trying to keep the peace. Something you clearly aren't capable of!" Ali bellowed. How dare he challenge me! 

"You need to get your affairs in order and get your head out of your arse, IT'S NOT A HAT!" Ali warned before slamming past him cutting through the see of Jocks. 

"I'm not the one wearing their clothes. That hoodie warm is it? Looks more like a snake skin if you ask me." He spat stopping Ali dead in her tracks. Her bag dropping to the ground as the last string of her temper snapped. She spun quickly on her heels storming back down the corridor towards Reggie. Her hand reached out grabbing his throat. Slamming him against the lockers. 

"Yes. Its very warm. But so is the River Vixens t-shirt underneath." Ali growled through gritted teeth. Her faces inches from his. 

"I live on the border so I'm neither one nor the other. I'm Both! Remember that before you open your mouth next time." Ali snarled. Her fingers curling round Reggies throat increasing the fear and disgust in his eyes. 

However, this didn't last long. A pair of strong arms wrapped around Ali's waist heaving her up and pulling her away from Reggie. 

"Settle down Ali Cat you nearly got yourself expelled." Jughead cautioned as he placed her on one of the sofas in the common room. All eyes on her. Betty and Toni arrived seconds later carrying Ali's bag. 

"Damn girl that was bad ass!" Toni exclaimed with an impressed smirk as she slumped besides Ali on the sofa. Ignoring the warning glare Jughead shot her.

“Don’t encourage her.” Jughead groaned.

"I leave you alone for one minute and THIS is what you do?" Ali smirked handing Sweet Pea a beer before kneeling beside him to look at the boiler he had just stripped. He looked over at her with a boyish grin plastered across his face, before taking a large swig of his drink. Turning back to the boiler pieces scattered in front of them.

"I had to see what was broken. I know where it all goes. I'm not an idiot!" Sweet Pea replied nonchalantly, a cocky twinkle in his eyes. 

"Besides who are you to judge me? I'm not the one that nearly got myself kicked out for standing up for a bunch of actual gang members." He smirked shoving Ali's arm lightly. He loved spending the weekends helping her around the garage and fixing up her old run-down house. She made him laugh and he swore whenever he was around her, he felt as if his luck would change forever. But that was him. He knew there was no way she would feel the same way. They were friends. End of.

"You too good to say gangsters now?" Ali teased, her usually bright smile was brighter than ever and this time, it was real. 

"You know you've taken this apart only to find the whole damn thing needs replacing. Right?" She asked after a moments glance over the corroded parts.

"Yeah I know." Sweet Pea sighed. Knowing full well that this meant Ali and her family going without heating. 

"I'll think of something Ali Cat. Hey if worse comes to worst my caravan is always warm and I have room for three more." He smiled sympathetically. His words making Ali chuckle for a moment before she fell silent. Her eyes trained on the parts in front of her as if they would run away if she blinked. 

"Hey, Princess. It's going to be ok." Sweet Pea soothed, turning Ali's face to look directly at him. 

Her eyes welled with tears. For the first time ever, her guard was down. Her walls had fallen. There was no longer the endless reals of hope and joy that once resided in her eyes. Her bright, contagious smile had faded and all that was left was the fear and misery she had always hidden so well. Sweet Pea's heart broke at the sight of her feeling so vulnerable. Before he knew it he had wrapped her up in an enormous, warm bear hug. His chin resting on top of her head. His hand wrapped in her hair whilst the other pulled her deeper into the hug. He could feel the tears soaking through his t-shirt and onto his skin. They sat there for a moment. But when Ali pulled away her bright shining smile was back, her eyes filled with false happiness as she looked up at him.

"With all do respect Sweet Pea. You barely fit in that caravan. How would we ever fit around your giant ass." She replied, the thick sassy sarcasm flooding her voice like nothing had happened. Ali felt a rogue tear fall down her rosy cheek. Swiping it away with her finger tips, staring at it a moment before flicking it away. 

"Ugh gross I'm leaking. Think its time for my M.O.T." She complained. 

"Want a cup of tea?" She offered making her way to the kitchen before Sweet Pea had a chance to reply. 

Good job Ali. Cry in front of everyone like a fucking wimp. Good one dick head. Ali scolded herself, pottering around the kitchen for Tea and mugs.

"You know you don't have to be like that Ali. It's ok to cry." Sweet Pea soothed from the doorway.

"Why because I'm a girl? Because that's what girls do? I have nothing to be sad about. I have a roof over my head, amazing friends, a loving family and I'm a jack of all trades." Ali snapped. Who was he to say she was allowed to cry? 

"My tears are pointless and selfish. There are people in the world with far less than me so why should I allow myself to cry?" She continued, her words taking Sweet Pea back a step. 

"Ali I was just trying to help. No one, male or female should have to be an emotionless robot. Its ok to feel." He reasoned, trying to defuse the situation.

"So, NOW I’m an emotionless robot. Oh gee thanks Sweet Pea. I feel much better now!" Ali thundered, her eyes flooding with red mist as she glared aggressively at Sweet Pea. 

"You should go." She growled.

"I was just trying to help! You were sad so I tried to comfort you! How am I the bad guy?" Sweet Pea retaliated. Arms flailing angrily as he spoke. But Ali was a stone-cold bitch, it would take more than that to persuade her.

"I DIDN'T FUCKING ASK FOR YOUR HELP THOUGH DID I SWEET PEA?! I TOLD YOU BEFORE I DIDN’T NEED A KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR THEN AND I SURE AS HELL DON’T NEED ONE NOW SO GET THE FUCK OUT! DON’T STAY WHERE YOU CLEARLY AREN’T WANTED!" Ali roared, her vocal cords screaming at her in pain with every syllable.

"Wow." Sweet Pea stepped back, his word quiet and upset. His heart crumbling to the floor at her last words. 

"You're right. I don’t know why I bothered helping such a pompous, stuck up Northsider anyway." He snapped before spinning sharply on his heels and strutting out the house. Slamming the front door in frustration as he went.

"I mean, what a wanker! Can you believe the balls on that over-sized shoe lace?!" Ali ranted. She had been ranting to Cheryl for the last hour whilst they all made cookies for the local homeless shelter. 

"I told you Ali. Serpents are the scourge of Riverdale." Cheryl stated putting the last batch of cookies in the oven.

"Oh yeah? That including Topaz?" Ali smirked raising an inquisitive eyebrow. She had seen the two girls eyeing each other up all week at school. 

"Pffft please. She's Queen of the hobos". Cheryl snorted turning her face away from Ali so she wouldn't see how badly she was lying.

"Really? That's not what your eyes have been saying." Ali teased knowing full well what was going on in her best friends head. "You've been giving her your come to bed eyes all week." 

Ali's phone went off before she had a chance to reply. The song Sharp-dressed Man playing loudly from her jet black, well armoured Iphone. 

"What the fuck does Hiram Lodge want?" Ali mumbled wiping her hands before picking up her phone. 

"Hello Mr. Lodge, how can I help?" She answered politely.

"Ah Ali. I was wondering if you could do me a small favour? Unfortunately, I cant ask anyone else to do it as I cant have anyone catching word of this. Is that understood?" He asked carefully. He was up to something and since Ali needed the money, he knew she'd do it no questions asked.

"Of-course Mr. Lodge. I'll come round later to discuss this in further detail. Shall we say 6pm at the Pembroke?" Ali replied. It wasn’t the first time she'd done something under the radar like this for the Lodges. She knew the drill. 

"Perfect. I'll see you then. Oh and Ali, it is my understanding that you are in need of a new boiler. Is that correct?" He quickly stopped her before she hung up.

"Um. Yes Mr. Lodge, may I ask why?" Ali questioned curiously. "I'm sending a boiler round tomorrow. Someone will be there to fit it in at 11 o’clock sharp." He answered happily before hanging up.

"What was that all about?" Cheryl pondered, watching Ali jot something down on her phone.

"Hiram Lodge has a job for me and he's paying me with a boiler." Ali puzzled staring at her phone.

"That's not weird at all." Cheryl commented just as her phone began buzzing like crazy. 

"Oh my god what is with people today." She muttered grabbing her phone. "Yes, dear cousin." 

"Cheryl hi, I was wondering if you and Ali fancied going dancing at the White Wyrm tonight? I don’t want to go on my own." Betty responded sheepishly.

"Ali, want to go out dancing at the Wyrm tonight? Betty has something going on there." Cheryl muttered to Ali, her phone pressed to her chest muffling their voices. 

"Yeah I'm down providing we're drinking. I should be finished by about 7 so I'll come back here, and we can all get ready and eat at mine." Ali agreed, she needed a release.

"Be at Ali's for 7 we can get ready here. Toodles." Cheryl instructed before hanging up. 

"Ready to get the last batch of cookies out and hit the road?" She asked, skipping over to the oven when Ali nodded, her eyebrows still knitted in concern. 

"I'll grab the containers for them." Ali muttered disappearing to the storage room by the bathroom.

[shhh-no-ones-home]

friends forever* justin morrow x reader

+++++++++ Request from @ryansitkowskiswifey "May I request one where the reader is dared to give Justin a lap dance and things get hot and heavy?"

This was kinda weird to write at first 😂😂 I was at a loss there for a bit but I think I figured it out and I hope you like it. thanks for the request!

* - she agress

Song: kiss by pale waves

tag list: @thisplace-ishaunted @alilpunkrock @theoneandonlykymberlee +++++++++ I sat on the couch and bounced my leg. How did we even get in this situation? Stupid Twitter debate.

"Look all I'm saying is that people shouldn't be worried about my love life."

Chris said annoyed.

"I think we can all agree on that but you're the one who did the interview."

Ricky piped back, glaring at him from his place behind the couch.

"Why does this even matter? People are in our shit all the time trying to figure out who we're dating."

I motioned to the other two on the couch, Justin and ryan. Chris rolled his eyes.

"Yeah but it matters cause I'm the front man. People are in my business way more than they are you all."

I laughed. But Chris had a straight face.

"Why is that funny?"

I raised a brow.

"Oh come on, how is it not? You don't think the fans care enough about what the other people in this band are doing?"

He shrugged.

"Well yeah, I'm sure, but who else has gotten an interview like that before?"

We all kind of looked around at each other.

"Look, all I'm saying is that anywhere on the internet you're gonna find people. Fan clubs. Anti fan clubs. For each one of us. All talking about different things: relationships, what we do for the band, who's a favorite, who's problematic. Hell when you asked me to join to do keyboards people went ape shit."

He rolled his eyes at me.

"Fine, I'll take it, but I just wish they would mind their business sometimes. Next thing you know there's gonna be blogs dedicated to you two."

He motioned towards Justin and I and we looked at each other.

"Why?"

Justin asked turning his attention to Chris.

"What, you don't see it too?"

He looked around at the rest of the band.

"Come on guys, you can't tell me you don't feel the chemistry."

I raised a brow.

"You trynna wing man me Chris?"

I laughed and he shook his head. He held up his finger and got his phone out, scrolling for a second.

"Here, the fans see it."

He handed me his phone and Justin and I looked down at it. He had found an Instagram fan page that was only pictures of us together. I hadn't really noticed it before but we really did do a lot with each other. A lot of the pictures were us next to each other at meet and greets, us playing next to each other on stage, screen grabs of Ricky's tour update videos of us hanging out, stuff like that. I looked up at Chris.

"That doesn't mean anything."

He smirked at me.

"Sure it does, clearly you two are into each other."

I scoffed and looked at Justin who was pushing himself further down into the couch.

"Okay fine, so what? It's not like we're together or anything."

"So you admit that you like him."

I rolled my eyes.

"He's a cool dude Chris, what can I say? But It's not like he's into me, we're friends."

I turned my gaze to him but he was trying not to look at me.

"Wait, are you?"

He looked up and shrugged.

"Okay so he's kinda into me, what of it?"

Chris crossed his arms over his chest.

"How much do you like him?"

I raised a brow.

"What are you talking about?"

He motioned towards us.

"Why don't you show him how much you like him?"

All the guys looked a little uncomfortable, specially Vinny in his chair opposite Chris. He looked like he was trying to become the chair he was so far into it.

"If you like him so much why don't you show him?"

"Your hilarious."

He raised a brow.

"Give him a lap dance. No, better yet, I dare you to give him a lap dance."

I turned my attention to Justin who was already blushing.

"No."

"Come on y/n it's not like you haven't had practice."

I glared at him before looking down at Justin.

"Only if he wants me to."

I said, crossing my arms over my chest. He just shrugged and Ricky placed his hands on his shoulders from behind him.

"Don't lie man, we all know you'd love that."

He looked up Rick and swallowed hard.

"A lap dance."

He said nervously. Then we all looked up at Chris who was dragging a folding chair into the middle of the room.

"Here ya go, get to it."

I sighed and looked down, shaking my head.

"Fine. Justin, if you wouldn't mind."

He stood and walked slowly to the chair, sitting and getting comfortable.

"Are you all planning on staying for this?"

I placed my hands on my hips and looked around at them. They all kind of exchanged glances, Ryan standing up.

"We'll see how far you get."

Chris said crossing his arms over his chest. Ryan looked around before sitting back down and dropping his head against the couch in defeat. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine."

I moved to straddle Justin and he held my hips lightly, watching as I flipped my hair to the side. I looked passed him at Chris as I placed my hands on his shoulders. Then Ryan smacked his lap.

"Yeah nope, can't do it."

He stood up and walked to the door, followed by Vinny. Ricky hesitated but was still leaned into the back of the couch. I rolled my hips into Justins and he held my hips tighter.

"Doing something different are we?"

Chris asked and smirked at me.

"Ya know, you could leave."

Justin turned to look at me but I kept my gaze on Chris. He rolled his eyes.

"Fine. But you had better call me after."

I watched him and Ricky walk to the door and when everyone was gone I got up. Justin sighed.

"What, did you actually want a lap dance?"

He side nodded.

"I wouldn't necessarily be opposed now that everyone is gone and it's just the two of us."

I raised a brow.

"You really are that into me?"

He shrugged.

"I think you're cool. I mean life would be kinda hard if we were in like a relationship but I wouldn't be opposed to something else."

I raised a brow.

"Oh?"

He shrugged and stood up, walking to me and placing his hands on my waist. I ran my hands slowly up his arms.

"Yeah."

He said lowly, looking down at me admiringly. I swallowed hard, looking between my hands before looking back to his face. Then he leaned down and kissed me harshly. I pulled away, backing up a bit.

"Is something wrong?"

I shook my head and cleared my throat.

"No, I guess I just didn't think we'd get this far."

He stepped a little closer to me.

"You were willing to give me a lap dance and didn't think it'd go this far?"

We both laughed a little.

"Yeah I guess you're right, but what? You wanna do it right here in the living room?"

He shrugged.

"Might as well."

I shrugged.

"Okay."

He stepped slowly to me, backing me into the wall by the door.

"You sure you wanna do this?"

I nodded.

"Yes."

He smirked at me before snaking his arms around my waist and picking me up. I gasped as he pinned me against the wall, bringing my legs to wrap around him. I held onto his shoulders as he kissed me roughly. We both breathed heavily as he began kissing across my jaw and down my neck, holding me tightly to him. I moaned as he began sucking and biting at the base of my neck.

"God, please touch me."

He licked a stripe up my neck before moving his hand to rub me over my leggings.

"How's that?"

He smirked at me as I dropped my head back against the wall.

"Its so good."

I sighed out and he removed his hand. I pouted for a second before he let me down. I watched him intently as he grabbed the waistband of my pants and panties and pulled them down my legs at the same time. We smirked at each other and I stepped out of them as he did the same to himself, pushing his pants down past his hips. He picked me up again, holding me against the wall.

"You ready?"

He asked and I nodded.

"So ready."

We both looked down as he guided himself into me. We both moaned at the same time and laughed at each other. He thrusted into me a few times, pushing me further into the wall. I held onto him tightly as he fucked me hard.

"How's that?"

He asked through gritted teeth and I nodded quickly.

"Fuck it's great."

I moaned as he squeezed my ass, hooking my ankles together. I moaned again as he held me closer to him, fucking me deeper.

"Oh my God!"

I said as he hit something in me. He pushed us off the wall, keeping me on him as he walked to the couch and sat me on the arm rest. I let go of his shoulders and held onto the couch instead, leaning back but catching myself before I could fall. He continued pounding into me and I came.

"Fuck!"

I yelled as he kept going. He gripped my thighs tightly.

"Fuck."

He grunted out before pulling out of me.

"Turn around."

He demanded through quick breaths. I did as told and he pushed into me from behind, leaning me over the arm rest. I moaned out as my legs shook, my orgasm hitting me again. I held onto the couch tightly and felt him pull out. I turned around to see him back into the one chair, pumping himself as he fell into it and came. He moaned loudly before going limp where he sat. We both breathed heavily and I walked over to kneel between his legs. He looked down at me and let out a short laugh.

"Thanks for that."

He panted out and I smiled at him.

"Any time."

[snarkwrites]

FFT: gingerbread family; sam and dean winchester

Notes:

So, uh.. Idk where this came from but.. It was fun to write. And maybe one day, I’ll go further with it, idk. I just really wanted to make sure it wound up on here when I started moving fics.

Summary:

What if Sam and Dean woke up one morning and their lives were.. Semi normal? Or as close to normal as it can reasonably get for the two of them? What would they do? Obviously, here, they rolled with it. 

Pairing:

Sam Winchester x OFC, Raine, Dean Winchester x OFC, Jenn

Warnings:

total au - not even a little bit canon compliant here, tbh. mentions of alcohol, angst, fluff... a groundhog day but make it christmas plot?

The bleak sunshine beamed through the window right into Sam Winchester’s eyes. His response was to shove his head beneath the pillow and try to burrow deeper down into the bed.

From somewhere nearby, the television turned on. He could hear the opening strands of a cartoon theme song and he grumbled to himself sleepily. “Dean, turn it off, man. It’s too early.” he mumbled.

He realized that he wasn’t at a hotel or the bunker around the same time that an arm slipped over him and the soft warmth of another body pressed against his bare back from behind. Sam’s eyes popped open wide and he felt himself starting to go into fight or flight mode, but from behind him, lips brushed against his shoulder.

“Will you be still, Sam?”

Sam sucked in a breath and after a count to 3, he rolled over, preparing himself for what he might be about to come face to face with.

… The blonde from that bar?…. He remembered Dean sending him into the bar in town to pick up these subs they started selling… And to hang around, make sure that the blonde bartender was okay.

Which had lead to Sam talking to said bartender… And realizing that it was Raine, a girl he’d met a few years back.

He tried to push himself to remember more, but nothing came for a second or two.. And then suddenly, it all came in a rush, memories that didn’t make any sense, things he knew couldn’t possibly have happened were bombarding him. As he tried to pick through what he knew and what he was ‘remembering’ as he lie there on his back with her draped over his body, the bedroom door swung open.

“Daddy, Uncle Dean’s on the phone. Are you and mommy gettin up?”

Sam swallowed hard as his eyes fixed on the 6 year old in the doorway, clutching a galaxy colored unicorn against her as she stared at him.

Her eyes were the exact shade of his own.

“Yeah, I’m getting up.”

Beside him, the blonde stirred. “Bed is warm. You’re warm. If you get up… It’ll be cold.”

And then he caught sight of her finger when he went to raise her arm so he could slip out of bed.

And he saw an engagement ring and a wedding band.

His eyes darted around the room as he rose to a sitting position, making a show of stretching and waking up.

Something in this room had to spark some shred of memory. Real memory. Not whatever those memories were earlier.

On the other end of the phone line, Dean sat at a kitchen table that apparently, he’d built with his own hands. In the background, a woman named Jenn that he remembered Sam telling him about while he was talking to Sam on the phone, who was apparently now his wife was in the kitchen with their son, making dinosaur shaped pancakes and laughing. It’s A Wonderful Life was playing on tv and the irony in the movie’s plot and it’s similarity to what Dean Winchester woke up smack in the middle of was not lost on him, either.

Dean would never admit it, but deep down, he wasn’t even sure why he was calling Sam about this. Every part of him wanted to hang up, go into the kitchen and just… Enjoy whatever this was.

But he had to know if he was the only one.. He had to know if Sam was alright, if this was happening to him too.

“ Hey, darlin?” Dean called out. The red head peered out of the kitchen, flour on the bridge of her nose. “You rang, grinch?”

“Oh haha.. What are you makin in there?” - it wasn’t what Dean was wanting to ask, but it was just a question to distract his racing mind. He was currently in problem solver mode on his end, wondering if Sam were ever going to pick up the damned phone.

“Dinos and snakes.”

Dean’s brow raised and Jenn laughed, shaking her head. “Not literally, Winchester. Pancake form. Our son and his thing with dinosaurs, remember?”

“Ah, oh yeah.” Dean cleared his throat because fuck no, he did not remember. And the sooner he got to the bottom of this, the better. Jenn eyed him. He’d been acting plain weird since they woke up this morning.

Almost like he was out of it, like that one time he tangled with a pack of shapeshifters in New Mexico and wound up with a bit of a concussion.

“Dean?”

“Yeah, hon?”

“You’re good, right?”

“I’m fine. Promise.”

Jenn stared at him a few seconds and then nodded to the tv. “No football?”

“Nah, this is kinda… Amusing to me.”

“Okay then.” Jenn lingered a few seconds, the back of her hand on his forehead.

“I mean it, darlin. Totally fine. Is there any chance we’re gonna have pie today?”

His statement about pie seemed to convince her. She smiled and leaned in, brushing her lips to his forehead. “Possibly… If you’re gonna save some of that whipped cream spray for a little later?” she met his gaze with an intent and hungry look in his eyes and he gulped, nodding.

“Definitely.”

… okay, Sammy, c’mon, pick up the damned phone…. He thought to himself as Jenn disappeared back into the kitchen and his son ran out, climbing up into the chair with him, chewing noisily.

…. Okay, so maybe… he thought to himself, stifling the urge to grin as he watched what was apparently his kid, take a bite of food similar to the way he tended to chow down when food was nearby.

“Hey, whoa, champ… You’re gonna choke.”

“But daddy, you eat like this.”

“I’m big, little guy. You’re not.”

On Sam’s end of things, Sam was getting out of bed. His daughter climbed onto his back, talking a mile a minute about how excited she was that it was Christmas and wondering if Grandma and Grandpa were going to come by later.

When she mentioned that, Sam stopped for a split second and tried to search his mind… She had to be talking about Raine’s parents.

Both of his were dead.

They got to the cordless phone in the hallway and Sam picked it up, all the while, preparing him for what version of Dean he might be getting. Dean spoke up quickly.

“Hey, yo… Sammy.. Everything okay?”

Sam hugged the little girl and told her with a smile, “Go in and sit by the tree. Don’t start opening presents yet, princess.”

“I promise, daddy. Oh, I hope one of ‘em is the unicorn I wanted! Or the chemistry set!”

Sam picked up the phone again, peering out to make sure no one could overhear. He hadn’t… Exactly been able to bring himself to tell Raine that he didn’t exactly.. Remember the last decade they’d apparently been together.

“Dean? Is that really you?”

“ Oh thank God, Sammy.. You’re good, right? Nothing wrong?”

“I mean aside from the fact that oh, apparently, I have a wife and daughter that I didn’t have last night?”

“Oh thank god. I thought it was just me.”

“Wait, you too.. Right?” Sam caught sight of a photo sitting on the console table next to the phone’s base. He picked it up, snickering.

“Your wife is familiar….” Sam trailed off and Dean muttered mostly to himself, “Well, that makes one of us because I haven’t seen her before.. I mean… that red head you mentioned on the phone last night… But I didn’t see her….”

“That’s right, she worked at the bar too. Remember? She was the feisty one, the one who twisted that drunk frat boy’s arm behind his back when he tried to grab her ass as she walked by.. I did tell you about it when you called to tell me you changed your mind on the sub…”

“Yeah, now how’d I wind up the lucky bastard married to her, because damn…” Dean cleared his throat and peered around, closing the bathroom door behind him as he stepped inside. “That still doesn’t explain any of this. Think, Sammy… Did you come in contact with anything weird? I know I didn’t.”

“I don’t think I did.. I mean.. Raine and I were talking before I took her home and we were talking about where we thought our lives might be if things worked out differently.” Sam watched Raine and their daughter as they flipped through the tv set, stopping on the Christmas Parade. The little girl’s joyous laugh had a smile tugging at Sam’s lips and he sighed.

“Oh… Oh hell.” Dean finally managed to snag one solid memory of the night before that didn’t feel false.

He was sitting in the bunker, about an hour before Sam finally made it in from his ‘mission’ down at the bar. The bottle of Jim Beam was sitting in front of him and he’d had some classic rock station playing.

He’d just been sitting there, drinking. Trying to imagine what their lives would be like if they weren’t always in danger. He couldn’t see himself ever not hunting, but maybe on a lesser extreme basis.

Only taking cases he was sought out for or something like that.

He’d just talked to Sam on the phone - Sam had been telling him about the red head he suspected was currently in the kitchen right now.

Dean rubbed the back of his head.

“What do we do?” Sam’s question broke through Dean attempting to piece together what might be going on.

Dean rubbed his chin and took a deep breath. “I’ll stumble through the whole present opening thing and then I’m comin over. We’ll try to figure out something then.”

Just as Sam hung up, he felt a gentle tug at the leg of his plaid pajama bottoms. “Daddy?”

Sam knelt down to her level. “Yeah?”

“Can we please, please please open presents now? I really wanna give you yours.”

Sam smiled and even though he was half afraid he’d wake up at any second and discover this was some kind of dream or something, he pulled her into a hug. “Yeah, let’s go, princess.”

She grabbed hold of his hand, attempting to drag him into the living room and Raine eyed him.

“Everything alright? You seemed kind of out of it earlier.”

“Huh? Yeah. It’s good, everything is good. Dean was just calling to let me know he made it back and that they were gonna come over later.”

God he hoped that in whatever version of reality this was, Dean just popping in was a normal thing, he thought to himself, otherwise, he was not going to just be able to explain it without raising any concerns.

Raine eyed him and leaned in, feeling his forehead with the back of her hand. “Your brother and Jenn and our nephew come over all the time.. What’s going on, Sam?”

“Nothing.”

Raine eyed him. He almost acted like the time he got hexxed by a witch in Vegas.. When the witch tried to make him forget he already had a wife and tried to lure him to a 24 hour wedding chapel to marry her instead. She bit her lip, opened her mouth to say something, but something in her kept quiet.

She closed her mouth and leaned against him, grabbing for a box. “Oh here. This is yours, daddy..”

Sam eyed her, then the box, biting his lip as he caught on to the special emphasis on the word Daddy.

“Well? Are you gonna open that or not?” Raine was fidgeting, heart racing a little bit. Having another kid wasn’t really something she and Sam talked about. They had both mentioned at odd and off hand times that they wanted another kid, but they never actually sat down and talked it over or planned it out.

Which worked better in Raine’s opinion. Happy accidents were better than planning and stress and frustration when things started to prevent what they wanted to happen from happening.

Sam tore open the box and as soon as he saw the EPT sitting there, he tried to pull himself together.

Parts of him were really really wishing this was real and parts of him were waiting on the other shoe to drop, waiting on demons to burst in or Chuck to show his snivelling face.

“Okay, you’re freaking me out here, Sam.” Raine was sitting next to him, taking shaky breaths as she stared at him waiting on some kind of reaction.

Sam pulled her into his lap and hugged her. “When did you find out?”

“ Earlier this week..” Raine pulled him closer and eyed him. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. This is great.”

…. Maybe I can just sort of go with it.. Until something happens.. And I know it will, it always does… Just once… Sam’s mind was racing as he tried again to pick out anything tangible in his mind that might indicate what was going on or when the other shoe was going to drop.

“ Layla, why don’t you bring daddy what you got him?” Raine told their daughter. She leapt off the floor and went racing out of the room, coming back with a book that looked almost as heavy as her.

Sam chuckled. “What’s this, hmm?”

“Just look!”

Sam chuckled as he took the book, opening it to the first page. He pulled her onto his lap and hugged her close. “I love it, sweetie.”

“You’ll read it to me, right?”

“Yeah.” Sam promised as he reached for a box nearby, recognizing his own handwriting immediately. He held it out to Raine, giving his best smile because he had not one single clue what was actually inside the box.

“Sam, I told you…” Raine took the box and bit her lip as she unwrapped it carefully, bursting into laughter.

“You seriously… went and bought the matches to my purposely mismatched socks.” Raine was about to put the box away, but she caught sight of something silver in the bottom and when she pulled it out, she gasped.

“Oh.. Oh… Sam.” Raine moved to sit in his lap, cupping his jawline with her hand, pulling him into a deep kiss. “How in the hell did you get a picture of me that night?”

Sam coughed, raking his hands through his hair. He knew she was waiting for an answer but honestly, given the situation, he didn’t really have one..

“I took it earlier in the night and I kind of… I’ve kept it all this time. Then I saw that locket.”

“I helped, Mommy!”

“And she helped.” Sam added quickly, praying to fuck that Raine didn’t question it. He let out a breath when she did nothing beyond snuggle even closer to him.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it, Sam. It’s.. I… I’m gonna cry now, damn it.” Raine giggled as she wiped at her eyes.

XXX

He couldn’t get over it. Every look around the place revealed something totally new. Dean wasn’t very good at hiding it, either. Jenn eyed him as she saw him standing there, holding their first “family photo” in his hands. She made her way over, leaning against him.

“You know I told you not to get him that dirtbike, right?”

“Yeah, well…” Dean shrugged, chuckling. It was a little too easy to just go with the situation he found himself in. Every part of him really did believe that had he chosen… Had he been able to choose.

He would have definitely chosen Jenn.

His arm slid around her and he admitted quietly, “Just kept thinkin about how Dad, he… He kept saying we’d get one, but we never really got around to it.”

Jenn sighed, nodding as she stared up at her husband. “I know. It’s okay. We’ll just have to teach him how to be careful on it. I knew you were going to go back and get it.”

Even as she said it, while she watched their son sitting on the orange and black dirt bike replica, she still got this feeling that something was off with Dean today. She tucked her fingers beneath his jaw, guiding his gaze down to her own.

“Level with me, Dean.. Are you really okay? Because you’ve acted a little off since we got back last night.”

Dean took a deep breath. He was just about to tell her the truth, all of it, but when he opened his mouth to do so, it just wouldn’t come out.

The song on the radio had him kind of biting his lip and thinking real long and hard about what the song suggested, ‘Let It Be’.

Maybe until he and Sam figured things out, letting it go -and going along with it wasn’t too bad, right?

He just had to hope this didn’t come around and bite him right in the ass like so much other stuff in the past had. Jenn was eyeing him again with that look. Dean put his arms around her, hands slipping down and squeezing her ass. “I’m fine, Jenn. I mean it, okay?”

“Okay.”

Dean couldn’t help but relax a little when she seemed to believe him.

“Let’s go finish opening presents, hmm darlin?” he muttered the words against her mouth and she playfully walked her fingertips up the front of his tee shirt. “And then maybe I can open up a little somethin else, hmm?”

Dean swallowed hard, coughing a little, but he gave a wink and smirk in response. “Maybe so.”

XXX

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Raine asked the question and Sam nodded. Raine eyed him suspiciously, but she shook her head and muttered something about horomones and past close calls he’d had.

It hit him then. He knew by now that he still hunted. That Dean still hunted. So, it went without saying, he’d most likely kept hunting throughout the beginning stages of their relationship.

But did she hunt now too?

After a few seconds of watching her watch their daughter through the bay windows in the living room, he made his way over, standing behind her, his hands at her hips. He turned her around. “I’m fine, Raine.”

“ Okay.” she seemed a little more convinced. The Impala came to a stop in their driveway and Sam chuckled as he watched his daughter dart straight for it. He honestly thought it’d be Dean and his wife and their child getting out.

He swallowed hard, mouth opening and closing when his mom and dad got out instead, his dad with a pile of presents so high that the man couldn’t really see over them and as a result, was having to look around.

“Daddy! Grandpa and Grandma are here! They did come! I told you they’d make it back from Arizona!”

Sam walked to the door, leaning in it’s frame, rubbing his hand over his hair. A red Impala similar to their father’s pulled to a stop behind where John parked and then with a squeal, Sam’s daughter took off at a run for Dean’s legs.

“Oh! Uncle Dean, did you get those bad wolves? When you went huntin?” his niece was looking up at him, that same look in her eyes that Sam used to get whenever Dean told him the plot to some movie as a bedtime story when they were kids and left behind in the hotel.

Dean swallowed hard, trying to take everything in. Apparently, his parents were still alive in this alternate universe. And apparently, hunting truly was a family affair, because on the way over, he’d gotten into a conversation with his son about his last hunt.

All he could think at the moment was that at least he was doing it right. From what he gathered from Jenn and his son, he and Jenn and Sam and Raine alternated. Whoever wasn’t on the case stayed by phones and kept in touch. And kept the kids safe.

It wasn’t the way his father had done things when he took it up, not at all.

And then it really hit him.

His parents were still alive here. He had his whole family.

They finally had their entire family.

Sam made his way over, laughing when his daughter climbed up and into his arms. He leaned in and whispered to Dean, “What’s the verdict?”

“Remember the last time this happened, right?”

Sam nodded. They’d all been together in the bunker. But everything around them had been totally different.

This time, aside from their own personal lives… Nothing really had been so far. Nothing so catastrophic that they’d want to just keep poking around for answers.

“Yeah.. You don’t think?” Sam asked, staring at his brother intently. Dean eyed everyone and green eyes darted around the cul de sac his brother lived on. “No.. I mean, nothin’s obviously wrong.”

Kids across the street were outside throwing a football back and forth. Further down the street, a few older kids and one or two teenagers were heading towards the diner a few blocks away.

Everything felt okay. There wasn’t this air of something horrible waiting to happen. Despite that being the case, both Sam and Dean had their guard up. And things got even further interesting when John and Mary wandered over, talking quietly amongst themselves.

“Okay, now you both know how I feel about makin deals..” John started, with Mary nodding in agreement, glancing back and forth from son to son. Dean and Sam shared a look and shook their heads, raising their hands.

“I swear neither of us did.”

“I know neither of us did. We were just going about Christmas eve normally… Workin a case here in town.. I ran into Raine at the bar and I was actually telling Dean about his wife Jenn when we talked on the phone.” Sam was quick to say it and John rubbed his hand over the back of his head.

“They all think everything is fine. But we all know there’s somethin at play here..”

“John, it doesn’t feel off like last time.” Mary’s hand closed around her husband’s arm as she took a deep breath and watched their grandchildren running through the yard.

Dean chuckled, nodding to his son. “He’s got a pet snake.”

Sam nodded to his daughter. “She pouted a little earlier because we didn’t get her an exact ‘big girl’ chemistry set. Raine said something about her last experiment and the way it exploded on the kitchen ceiling..” and he took a deep breath. “And Raine is pregnant.”

Dean chuckled, nodding to Jenn. “We were talkin about that on the way over here. You took it okay, right?”

“Considering I literally just woke up in the middle of all this today? I hope I did. I tried to.. I just…”

The four of them muttered at the same time, “Don’t wanna leave this all behind.” as Mary hugged her sons. “ I know. I definitely know that feeling.”

“So what do we do?”

“Keep our eyes open. Let all of this ride it’s course. See what tomorrow brings.” John said it quietly and all eyes shifted to him.

“This is all I wanted, from the start. Now I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m gonna roll with it. Everything I’ve seen so far indicates that we’re still in the game, we’re still doin what we’ve always done. Maybe this is finally a reward for all of that.”

“Careful Dad.. you sounded kinda optimistic just then.” Dean watched the kids and called out to his son, “Hey, whoa buddy… Slow down and don’t go so close to the street.”

“Okay, sorry.”

“In the meantime, let’s just get inside. I’m freezing my tits off standing out here. And this cold can’t be good for the kids.” Mary smiled at her sons and made her way over to where her granddaughter sat on the edge of Sam’s porch, hugging herself.

“You cold, sweetie?”

“Mhm. Is everything gonna be okay?” the little girl asked, the question catching Mary off guard for a split second.

Remembering the situation, she plastered on a reassuring smile and hugged the little girl tight. “It is, sweetie. C’mon little man!” she called out to Dean’s son who ran over, grabbing hold of her hand.

“I’m starvin. Can’t wait to get inside and eat.”

Mary laughed softly.

John caught up to her, laughing as he told the kids, “So… who wants more presents, huh?”

“I do!”

“I DO!”

Sam and Dean lingered outside for a little while and Dean finally cleared his throat.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what, Dean?”

“Don’t do that thing you do where you overthink. I’m tryin not to myself.”

“Careful, Dean, you almost sound like you want things to stay this way…” Sam chuckled and Dean mulled it over, waving at Jenn, who came to the doorway with Raine in tow. “Will you two hurry? A Christmas Story is on and the turkey is almost done.”

“Comin darlin!”

“I’ll be right in, sweetheart.”

The brothers shared a look and took a deep breath.

“I think maybe Dad is right… I mean stoppin for gas on the way over here and there were no weird headlines…” Dean said it, Sam letting out a ragged breath as he pointed out also, “Look… We’ve both always wanted this exact thing.. So the way I see it? If it works and nothing is broken, we don’t try to fix it.”

“We just be really careful.”

“Super careful.” Sam echoed, chuckling as he saw Raine and Jenn waiting on them to come in. “I mean… we’ve always said we can’t have both.. And… we have that here. I want it, Dean.”

“So do I. Let’s just roll with it and see what happens.”

And on that note, the brothers made their way into the house just as Raine and Jenn and their mother were starting to put food out on the dining table.

And as they sat around, laughing and talking and eating, they both felt genuinely happy for once.

A true Christmas miracle, if you will…. Now, they both just had to hope that this miracle extended beyond Christmas… That somehow, this was their life.

[cygnetofthesea]

Spectrum: WA AU

Iris let out a gasp as she was pulled into the abandoned stairwell before she felt familiar lips upon hers. She sighed into the kiss, her body relaxing as she felt those familiar and curious hands explore her body, dipping under her sweater to feel her soft, warm skin.

Unfortunately for her, these happened to be ice cold in that moment. She jerked at the contact before pulling away from the kiss loudly. 

“Oh my god, Barry, your hands are freezing!”

“Oh, sorry,” he murmured, pulling his hands away and sticking them in his armpits even as he kissed the side of her face. 

She couldn’t help but giggle at that. “You’re such a dork,” she said quietly, pulling his hands into her and breathing into them before rubbing them. “There, all better.”

“You’re so good to me,” he said, looking at her softly. “I’m sorry I’m so weird.”

She looked up at him. “Hey, you’re not weird. Why would you say that?”

“Because I’m weird about going public with our relationship,” he replied, looking away.

Iris brought his warmed hands back to her waist and pulled his face up to look at her. He kept his eyes downcast and she waited until he finally met her gaze.

“I understand. I understand that this is a new experience for you and that you need some time to adjust before the rest of the world swarms in because it’s high school and that’s what people do.”

“Especially when the beauty inexplicably went for the freak.” He lifted his right shoulder in what she came to know was a nervous tick of his. It was almost as though he was trying to shield himself with that one movement. He tended to do that when his insecurities came up or the death of his father. 

Iris smoothed a hand over his shoulder to ease the tension until he let out a long breath and slowly dropped his shoulder.

“You’re not a freak, Barry. It’s ok, I understand. I mean, I’ll be honest, it kind of sucks that I can’t tell people I have boyfriend, especially a wonderful one at that,” she shrugged, “but I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything by not being public about us. We still get to do things couples do, so I’m not in any rush. I just want you to be ok and feel comfortable, ok?”

His eyes softened even more if that was possible and Iris could have sworn he loved her in that moment. She told herself to settle down and take things one step at a time, so she let out a deep breath before shoving one of his shoulders.

“The only thing I do ask though is that you please, please quit smoking. I’m quite fond of you and I’d like to see you have a nice, long, healthy life you know?”

He wrapped his arms tighter around her, bringing her closer until their foreheads were pressed against one another. “Yeah, ok.”

“Yeah?” she asked, pleased.

He nodded against her, his soft locks brushing her skin. “Yes. I’ll go on the patch or something.”

Iris beamed. “Really, really?”

His answering smile was achingly beautiful, nearly blinding her with its sunshine. It was moments like these he seemed like an actual seventeen-year-old boy and not one that was so weighed down by his grief and tragedy.

“Really, really,” he nodded, pressing a kiss to her lips.

She did a little hop even as she leaned into the kiss, throwing her enthusiasm into it. Just then the bell rang, indicating passing time. 

“Ok, time to go,” she said, pulling away. “I have a chemistry test to fail.”

“You’re not going to fail,” Barry assured her, picking up her fallen bag from when he unceremoniously grabbed her. “You nailed ions emission spectra even quicker than I did.”

She gave him a bored look as he settled her bag on her shoulder. “Ok, maybe not as quickly as I did,” he amended, “but definitely quicker than we both were expecting.”

Iris frowned. “Hm, yeah, I have to stop psyching myself out. Anyway, thank you very much for being a wonderful and very professional tutor.”

“Anytime,” he murmured, his cheek going bright red.

She shook her head with a smile. Even months into dating and having had his hands up her bra, somehow he managed to blush at the most unexpected things.

“I’m off,” she said leaning up to kiss him. “Wait like a minute before heading out? That should be good enough.”

He looked at her quietly for a long moment, searching her eyes before finally nodding.

“Ok?” she asked.

He nodded. She could feel his eyes on her as he made her way out of the stairwell and into the bustling hallway. She was barely a foot away when she felt someone grabbing her hand.

She whirled around, “What the—?” but the words were caught in her throat when she saw Barry there, sheepishly smiling at her while lacing their fingers together.

“Barry, what…”

He shrugged, swallowing thickly. “I wanted to walk you to class and wish you a proper good luck.”

Iris could feel curious eyes on them but she couldn’t bring herself to care as she stepped forward and laid one on him right there in front of everyone. She stood on her tiptoes even as Barry snaked his arms tightly around her to keep her close so that she was practically lifted from the ground. 

For a moment, she just let herself get lost in him, the feel of his body, the sensation of his tongue exploring her mouth in that always eager and curious way, his hands spreading wide across her back as though trying to feel as much of her as possible.

“Hey, you two!” they heard a familiar voice calling out. “West and Allen, break it up! West...Allen?”

Iris pulled away to see the Assistant Principal looking at them in bewilderment before shaking himself out of it and adopting a frown. “No PDA in the halls. Break it up before I write you guys up.”

They slowly let go of each other, just keeping their fingers linked. 

“Sorry, sir,” Barry said quietly. “Didn’t mean to…”

Iris looked over at him and saw the deep blush travel down his neck and her heart squeezed at the sweet sight.

“Yeah, sorry Principle Albert. Won’t happen again,” she said while dragging Barry away.

They walked to her class in silence and it was then Iris looked up at him again. He was glancing at the students nearby that were clearly gawking at them and whispering among each other. Iris’s heart dropped to her stomach. She didn’t know what caused him to make such a bold move, but she was hoping he didn’t regret it. 

He looked at her, meeting her eyes with determination. “I don’t regret it,” he said, as though reading her mind. 

“Are you sure?” 

He nodded, stepping closer. “I love you, Iris. That’s just a fact I’ve never been able to hide and certainly can’t now that I’m with you and I don’t want to anymore. I’ll deal with the looks no matter how uncomfortable they make me because it means I’m with you. Exactly where I want to be.”

She was sure her brain short-circuited at the admission as she stared at him in awe. “You...love me.”

“Yeah,” he said softly, lifting his right shoulder and it was that sight that snapped her out of her stupor. No way was she going to let him think she didn’t love him too. 

“I love you, Barry.”

It was his turn to stare at her in awe as he let out an astonished breath of air. Just as she leaned up to kiss him, the bell rang, signaling the end of passing time.

“You’re going to be late for class!” Iris said. Barry had an impeccable attendance record and now that was going to be messed up. 

A hand came out of nowhere with a hall pass in Barry’s direction. Iris looked up to see her chemistry teacher, Mr. Wells, peering at them over his glasses.

“Ms. West, I believe you have a test to take,” he said. “Mr. Allen, I’m sure you have somewhere to be as well.”

Barry took the hall pass from him. “Thank you.”

He turned to look at Iris and even though the tips of his ears were still bright red, he leaned down to kiss her before ambling away, glancing back at her with a smile.

Iris’s heart pattered at the sight, leaning against the doorway with what she was sure the goofiest smile on her face. Who would’ve thought the boy who craved anonymity would give that up for her? She supposed that was love, she thought dreamily.

“Ms. West!”

[flowesona]

Bluebells - Yandere! Jimin x reader

Colour Blind Soulmate AU! Where you're completely colour blind till you meet your soulmate. Things go back to black and white when they die.

The world had always been black and white for (Y/N), in a figurative and literal sense. People had described to her beautiful scenery, but she could not see it. They were happy, they had met their loves.

Knowing that upon sight you would see your true love had advantages. People with great looks but a horrible personality were avoided. She didn't have heartbreak, but she didn't have love.

It was a gift, but a curse.

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She was at a club of some sort. There was pounding music and flashing shades, yet in her current state she was unable to register the bright colours.

Until her eyes met those of a young man, and her world burst into light.

She smiled at the boy, who smiled back and made his way to speak to her. The blinding neon lights did little to help her newly acquired coloured vision, but her breath was taken away nonetheless.

This boy was the sort that at first glance wasn’t too extraordinary. However, the closer you were, the longer you looked, the more beautiful he became. His smile alone radiated pure sunshine.

"H-hi." (Y/N) managed to piece together her most basic and pathetic introduction.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Hoseok." The radiant boy replied. "And this is Jimin, my friend."

"Hey." The guy Hoseok gestured towards waved nervously, blushing slightly.

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"It's about time to call it a night." Hoseok yawned, stretching his legs from exhaustion after being sat idly with the girl on a bench for half an hour.

"Good night!” (Y/N) smiled, waving at the disappearing angel.

"Can I walk you home?" Jimin offered, giving a kind yet substandard smile to (Y/N)'s expectations.

"Sure." (Y/N) replied with a slight drowsiness, not fully recognising the euphoria she'd sparked within him just by accepting his offer.

                                          »»---------------------►

The moon had taken over the sun's job, its light bouncing off the rippling water of the canal. Jimin was nervous, at how perfect this moment could be if he had the guts. To take her hand, to kiss her.

But (Y/N) wasn't paying attention to him, caught up in her utopian daydream about her new world filled with colour.

"Hey (Y/N)?" He asked, trying to achieve his dream; his Eden was so close to him.

"Yeah?" She replied dreamily, an emotion that he interpreted as infatuation with him, not with his close friend.

"C-can I hold your hand?" He asked, looking away so she couldn't see how pink his face was.

"Sure!" She said carelessly, her mind only filled with mirth and dreams and not focused on the nervous boy standing next to her.

Jimin wiped his hand on his trousers, ridding the sweat that had built up, and clasped her smooth, soft hand.

                                          »»---------------------►

The morning light streamed through the translucent curtains, like in a dream. (Y/N) awoke, stuck on her slippers, and took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the sunrise, a sight she'd never enjoyed before.

The beauty was unreal, like that of a fairy tale. Soft shades of pastel orange and pink, dappled with white clouds.

She walked downstairs, her slightly-too-big slippers slapping against her feet.

Flicking on the kettle, she attempted to fix her hair. But even little things like that were exciting. She felt like her life before was like being blind - such a beautiful world was hidden from her.

A tiny ring sounded, letting her know that she had a message. Excitement buzzed through her at the memory of last night, and seeing the burst of colour indicating her soulmate's presence.

She picked up the phone quickly, but the anticipation faded when she saw it was just the timid Jimin. Asking if she wanted to meet up.

(Y/N) simply ignored him, returning the phone to it's original place before making herself the coffee she'd been craving.

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"This is the place?" (Y/N) stared at the grassy slope still glowing in the early evening light.

"Come on! I know the best spot to sit!" Hoseok tugged her hand slightly, directing her to the shade of a tree. (Y/N) wrinkled her nose, but he just laughed and told her to give him her trust.

Of course that was what he deserved. The sunset was amazing with the subtle shades of orange being simply breathtaking, like an artist had painted the sky.

(Y/N) was caught up in the sight that would never be forgotten, yet became pleasantly surprised when Hoseok snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

"I've been told this is the perfect sight to see with someone once you're in love. That's why you being here with me is the greatest thing I could ask for." Hoseok sighed pleasantly.

Before (Y/N) even had time to react she'd been pulled into a sweet kiss, one she'd craved, been waiting for over the years. But it was worth it.

(Y/N) knew something was wrong. She could sense it in the air, a miasma of despair.

She shrugged this off as her own pessimism and went about her day as usual, not questioning the lack of communication  from the boy she'd consummated her love with.

Until she received that fateful phone call.

Her eyes filled with tears and heart swelling with fear she abandoned all plans of work and rushed to A&E in a near blind panic to be met with her second worst nightmare.

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"We've asked around and no one saw the license plate. The most we can do is hope for an anonymous tip-off." Jimin sighed, placing a comforting hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder as her eyes stared blankly into the ground.

"I need to see him again" was her only audible response.

Jimin frowned, a cold look glazing over his face for a second before he resumed his mournful comfort.

"Would you like to go for a walk? Get some fresh air, yeah?" He offered the rhetorical question, standing up and leading (Y/N) with their linked hands.

The two seemed an odd couple to those passing by, a melancholic girl and struggling optimistic boy.

"It's kind of weird that they're called bluebells, huh?" Jimin indicated to the purple flowers after a short while of complete silence in the serene company of nature.

"What do you mean?" (Y/N) finally replied monotonously, with a look of such confusion that struck ice into Jimin's heart.

                                          »»---------------------►

The young man knocked politely despite being aware of the spare key hidden under the doormat.

"(Y/N)? You in?" He gripped the Tupperware with leftover to repress the anxious feeling rising in his stomach.

Making a somewhat short decision to enter regardless, he fished the key from underneath her doormat and let himself into the flat only to be greeted by an ominous silence.

Curiosity took him over as to why she wasn't responding, as there was no doubt that she wouldn't have left the apartment in her emotional state.

He quickly made his way to her bedroom, and panicked seeing her motionless body next to a bottle of sleeping medication. His initial motives for visiting were forgotten in his immediate panic as he shook (Y/N)'s shoulder aggressively.To him nothing else mattered but for her to wake up.

Her eyes slowly opened, sliding over Jimin's panicked face in confusion.

"What are you doing?" She slurred, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

"You're okay?! I was so scared seeing you and the medication and I know you've been struggling and you just can't do something like tha-" Jimin grasped her shoulders, fingernails digging into her skin until she shrugged him off, cutting off his rambling.

"Just fuck off Jimin. You're really starting to get on my nerves." In her half conscious state she didn't realise the crack she'd struck into his heart yet again with her words.

He immediately straightened up, leaving the room with such a silence that left (Y/N) unsettled but somewhat relieved.

                                          »»---------------------►

When (Y/N) awoke on the following Tuesday morning, her brain didn't register anything different from the past three weeks. Same grey walls, same cool white sunlight peeking from the top of the curtains.

Still stuck in the typical morning drowsiness she shuffled into the kitchen, and picked up the coffee that had been eagerly awaiting her for 5 minutes, still fresh and at the perfect warm temperature.

The bitter taste slowly turned sour as the caffeine boosted her consciousness. She picked up on how the dishes she'd procrastinated washing were stacked neatly.

This line of thinking was interrupted by her ears perking up at the faint sound of whistling. She didn't have to connect any dots with this however, as there was a  click of keys turning in the locks and entrance of Park Jimin himself.

"Are you feeling better today?" He shot her a hopeful smile and placed down the basket filled with fresh laundry before fishing out the keys again.

Dread rose in her stomach like bile as she stared in shock at his casual invasion of her apartment, alongside the possession of her keys around his neck like an accessory.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Her confusion and fear combined to create a spitting tone, which unlike previously didn't make Jimin flinch.

"You can't take care of yourself properly nowadays, can you?" He responded, approaching her and ignoring the way she backed away. "Therefore, it's my responsibility as your soulmate to step in and make sure we can both live our lives in the most glorious colour!"

The insanity swirling in Jimin's eyes was enough to make her start planning an escape route, until the memory of him locking the door with her own set of keys stuck down majority of her plans.

"What do you mean? Hoseok's my soulmate, not you. Isn't that obvious?" She instantly regretted bringing up her lover's name when she saw the furious look in her current captor's eyes.

"Hoseok? No, no, no he was just an obstacle, he tricked you into thinking you were in live but I know that the true chemistry is between us!" She took advantage of his insane rambling to edge her way towards her bedroom, before making a mad dash for her phone.

She had barely entered the second digit of emergency services before her phone was ripped out of her grip.

"There's no need for this anymore." He declared, apathetically throwing her phone against the wall and delighting in the resounding crack. "After all, anything you could need I can provide for. All I ask for in exchange is that you stay with me forever, it's only our destiny."

As she tore her eyes away from her smashed hope of escape to the boy demanding her attention, she saw the worst nightmare she could face. The pure obsession hidden in Jimin's grey eyes.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Your New Favorite Kind of Day

Characters: Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader, minor characters

Word Count: 1,763

Warnings: pure fluff, implied smut

Summary: On your days off from work you dedicate them to your pool, making it pool day. When Matthew comes over, pool day turns into something new.

Author’s Note: This is the July 1st fic “Pool Day” for the 30 Day Writing Challenge and if you have any requests, please send them in! this is unbeta’d and every mistake is all on me.

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Glad to finally have a day off work, you wanted to spend most of it in the sun. It was a good thing you lived so close to set just in case they needed you, you could be right over. However, Thomas had informed you that the directors were experiencing some technical issue that was going to take all day to fix, therefore, giving you and the rest of the cast a day off. Every time you had a day off, you were most likely swimming in your gigantic pool. When you bought the house, you had the architect make room for a big enough pool to have a party in. The water was heated, there was a jacuzzi attached to it, and it went deep enough to have a diving board which you loved. Whenever your nieces and nephews came over, that was a popular thing to play with.

Since it was just you, you decided to just relax in the pool and maybe get in a few laps. The bathing suit you wore was brand new, and it happened to look very sexy on you. Granted it was a one piece, but you kind of rocked it. The whole thing was flower print, but it was the delicate kind and not the kind that felt too overwhelming. It was backless, and there was a love design in the front around the chest area that tied the whole thing together. The other reason why you loved pool day so much was because you got to show off your tattoos that the directors made you hide when you were filming.

The biggest one you had is on your left outer thigh. It was of a huge dream catcher with three red roses at the top of it with feathers and beads. The words “dream as if you’ll live forever” were etched on the side of it, and you couldn’t have been more happy of it. There was a total of six tattoos to litter your body, but that was the biggest and most beautiful one. When the artist was finished, you could not believe your eyes. It hurt like a bitch, but it was all worth it in the end.

Grabbing your sunscreen, you lathered it all over your skin before heading out. Dismissing the diving board, you ran and dove into the deep end, enjoying the feel of the water caressing your skin. Ever since you learned how to swim, you have always enjoyed the water. When you went on vacations with your family near water, you were always the one to beg to go into the water whether that be the beach, a pool, a lake, or a river. Any kind of water activity had you on your toes, and you’ve tried to get your castmates to come with you. The only one who was likely to do these things with you was Matthew.

He was such a free-spirited person that would try almost anything. He was weird, smart, goofy, and had a heart of gold. He was such good company to have, and there was never a dull moment with him. He brought smiles and laughter on set when things were serious, he loved to joke around and pull harmless pranks, and everyone seemed to love him.

Especially you.

When you first got hired on the show, your character was meant to be Spencer’s cousin who was just as smart as he was with a bit more personality. However, when the directors saw how much chemistry you two had, it was clear they didn’t want to go in the direction they originally wanted to go in. Instead, they made you Spencer’s love interest, and you’ve been that since the beginning. The more you had gotten to know him, the more you fell in love with him. The directors and other cast members could see just how well the two of you worked, and that meant they could tell how big your crush was on the guy.

Shemar made the point about you asking Matthew out first, but you had always been a traditionalist kind of girl. When the guy asked the girl out first, you thought that was romantic, and you told him you were going to wait until he either asked you out first or got a different girlfriend. Shemar left it alone, but he wished you would see things differently. Matthew was by no means shy, but he was when it came to liking someone. He was just a weird adult that was into childish things, so he was scared of asking a woman out in fear they would make fun of the things he was into. It’s why you two were such great friends. You always encouraged him to talk about the things he loved, and you often participated in those activities.

When he came to you and told you he wanted to write a children’s book, you were nothing but supportive, and now he has sold a million copies of Rumble Buttercup. Every day you tell him how proud you are of him, and that he was the bestest friend a woman could ask for. He loved so close to you, you often had sleepovers that ended in at least one of you without any clothes on. There was no say in how a night would end with Matthew which is why you loved being around him. However, right now, you enjoyed the peace and quiet by yourself.

After taking a few laps, you got out of the pool and walked over to your phone to see if you had any messages. While your back was turned to the door, you heard a low whistle and the voice of your favorite person.

“Damn Y/N, you should wear that on set,” Matthew jokes. Turning around, you smiled at the welcomed but unexpected visit. He was the only one out of everyone on set to have a key to your house.

“Ha-ha, very funny,” you grinned. “What are you doing here?”

“Thomas texted. We’re all wanted on set. They finally got everything fixed and needed to film what they couldn’t yesterday.”

“No, I was enjoying time by myself. It’s pool day,” you groaned as you pointed to the pool that begged you to jump in.

“I know,” he chuckled.

“Do they need us right away?”

“We have a few scenes, but it’s mostly Thomas, Shemar, and Paget.”

“Then we can afford to be late,” you grinned as you ran towards the pool and jumped in. Matthew couldn’t help but smile at this, and he set down his phone and bag by your things before walking over to the edge of the pool.

“We really do need to go in. I’ll buy you ice cream,” he proposed, trying to get you out of the water. Looking at him, the light bulb in your head went off when you got an idea. He was so close to the edge, and he was more inclined to stay with you if he was wet.

“Strawberry flavor? With chunks of strawberry in it?”

“Is there any other kind?” he laughed.

“Fine, help me out?” you asked. He held out his hand as he leaned down. Swimming to the edge, you slipped your hand into his, and he used his God-given strength to pull you out of the water. However, you caught him off guard when you yanked on his arm, sending him toppling into the pool. Grinning, you waited until he came up for air.

“Now that was the most childish thing you could have ever done,” he said as he spit out water and moved his hair away from his eyes.

“Come on, you’re already in the pool. Stay a bit.”

“Only because you dragged me in here,” he chuckled. Maybe Shemar was right, maybe you did need to initiate things if you wanted anything to happen between you and Matthew. Taking a gulp of air, you swam closer to him so that you were a few inches apart.

“Please? Stay with me,” you whispered as you caught his gaze. He stared into your questioning eyed with an emotion of his own—and it wasn’t questioning.

“Y/N…” he breathed, itching to put his hands on your body.

“Come on, Matthew. Just for a little bit. I’ll make it worth your while,” you grinned as you swam even closer to him.

“What would I want?”

“This,” you whispered just as your legs wrapped around his torso. He immediately placed his hands on your hips as yours went around his neck. Your lips planted themselves over his, and passion erupted immediately. The grip on your hips tightened as you moved your lips against his soft ones. Your tongue poked out to swipe at his bottom lip, but before you could invade his mouth, he snaked his tongue into yours. Grinning into the kiss, you pulled him closer if that were possible.

He turned you to face the edge of the pool, and he backed you into it until you couldn’t go any further. Moaning softly in the kiss, you let him detach his lips from yours before he kissed down your neck.

“Matthew,” you whispered as your fingers threaded through his soft hair. He latched onto the piece of skin his character knew so well, but this wasn’t acting. This was something different because it was just the two of you, and these were real feelings instead of the feelings coming from your characters. He sucked at your pulse point, no doubt leaving a mark. This made you come to the realization that you would proudly wear his marks if it meant he would replace them.

“Fuck,” you groaned before pulling him up back to your lips. He would have continued, but your phone rang which broke the silence.

“That’s probably work,” he whispered.

“Probably.”

“We can finish this afterward, yeah?”

“Hell yes,” you grinned before kissing him once more. Breaking the kiss and the connection your bodies had, you led him out of the pool through your steps before making your way over to the phones.

“It looks like they didn’t need us after all,” you grinned when you read the message from Paget saying the problems are continuing so they won’t be filming anything right now.

“How about we finish what you started?” he grinned as he backed you into the wall.

“You know where my bedroom is,” you said before jumping into his arms and resuming the kiss. Pool days were your favorite days for a whole new reason.

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[georgecostanzaatemysoup]

Episode 10... Oh shit, Alice Cooper was a Serpent...?

Teens partying!! Fuck yeah!!!

She is the Queen of Chaos, Jug. I doubt she gives a crap about order.

Teens partying!! FUCK YEAH!!

All of his line? Iconic.

I understand why he and Hermione broke up, but I’m not happy about it :(

All of her lines? Also iconic.

Would it, FP? Would it?

She’s adorable, trying to give her Emo Boyfriend a surprise party. What could go wrong? EVERYTHING!

Some might say he’s weird. A weirdo. Has anyone ever seen him without his stupid hat? That’s weird.

The Scooby Gang:

Your face does not match your advice, ma’am.

I shit on Jughead a lot for some of the stuff he says, but I kinda related to his stance on birthdays. The idea that we pretend like our lives are picture perfect a handful of days a year while ignoring the core problems. Yeah, that does feel lonely when you think about it.

Veronica:

Out of everyone she has the MOST iconic lines.

Teens drinking?? WHY NOT. This is the quintessential party episode after all.

Of course she’d team up with this dick. The most predictable thing about Cheryl is her inherent need to ruin other people’s lives to make herself feel better. I hope she gets better in later seasons.

The face you make when your dad threatens you by threatening your mom. **Hey, Riverdale writers, why is it so goddamn hard to find a good parent in this series. Fred Andrews is literally the bar, and I know it’s hard to compete with perfection, but come on give it a go**

Can we get a show just staring these three? I’d watch it.

Yeah! I mean, Kevin you poor misguided soul, but yeah! **Btw, I KNOW Joaquin likes Kevin a lot, but he is still kinda, sorta using him**

It’s loving Jughead hour! **again, I give him shit, but he does deserve a hug or two... except for when he pointed out that Kevin wasn’t his friend. Bullshit, give that hug back, Jug**

This is the only character who could say this line unironically.

Again, only Riverdale’s Jughead could say these words and mean them 100%.

**bebe rexa’s bad bitch plays in the background**

Archie is the dancing queen! Young and sweet only... “fifteen? or something?”

The Agents of Shield’s arch nemesis.

I have never related to Jughead harder than I do in this screenshot.

"Jughead, it is I, your father.”

Thanks for remembering that Kevin is gay and dating Joaquin, Riverdale. I nearly forgot with how little screen time you give him **btw, hey Riverdale, I’d enjoy this show more if Kevin got more screen time... just saying**

Ooh, listen to that zinger. How long do you think he stood there, thinking up a clever line?

Parental Supervision, Ronnie. Next question.

Betty:

*rockwell’s somebody’s watching me plays in the background*

This speech? Iconic! 10/10! Would listen again!

When you realized you fucked up.

I see the Andrews decorated for Halloween... ten months early.

I know we were all thinking it, but I wasn’t going to say anything.

Like I said, he was there for parental supervision.

I should’ve known. She has that shady aura about her; almost snake like.

I still say she had something to do with Jason’s murder. Fight me.

Aww, he slept on the floor. Fred Andrews raised him right.

Not gonna lie, they have better chemistry than Jughead and Betty.

Aww, he CAN smile.

Veronica:

Oh boy!!! Buying your daughter’s love I see, Hiram. Father of the year...

**harp music** Mooooooolly Ringwaaaaaaald

Okay, so... yeah more suspects were just added to the list but again no real questions were actually answered. They’re gonna drag out this mystery to the very last second aren’t they? Figures.

So, yeah, I’m not gonna lie. This:

Was where my head was at for most of Cheryl and Jason’s scenes. Like, I get that they were close (I’m close with my brother), but the way the show depicted their relationship... *shakes head*

Anyway, yeah, I’m going to go watch episode 11 now.

[peytonhudson]

Girls After Dark || Peynah

tagging: @doveporthannah & @peytonhudson

location: hannah’s house

timeframe: Jan 10 midnight-ish. 

warnings: none. 

notes: it’s a sleepover. they’re obviously in their underwear and having pillow fights. 

hannah

Hannah stepped out of her large shower and wrapped herself in a towel, she'd piled her hair on top of her head, figuring it could wait to be washed until tomorrow, before stepping out of her bathroom and into her adjoining bedroom, where Peyton had already started making herself at home. "Is this an open a bottle of wine kind of night, or are you actually tired?" She asked, unfazed by her presence in the room. She crossed over to her dresser and removed the towel, patting the remaining droplets from her arms and legs before throwing on a tshirt and pair of booty shorts.

peyton

Peyton was mid pulling a t-shirt over her head when she heard Hannah’s familiar voice, “Every night is an open a bottle of wine kind of night.” She replies with a slight smile as she climbs on into the same side of the bed she’s slept on for the last eight years. “I’m definitely not tired.” Without Lexi home, and without Puck in her own bed it was apparently far too easy for Peyton to do everything besides sleep. There was a tendency to overthink that came when she was by herself.  Sighing she props herself up on the pillow with her elbow to watch as Hannah got herself ready to join her. “As it turns out, I hate going to sleep by myself these days. Go figure.” She comments with a shrug before pausing and smirking. “Sooo... how was Micah? You’ve seen him twice in two days, that has to mean something.”

hannah

Hearing confirmation that wine was necessary, Hannah stepped out into the kitchen and opened a bottle of red and a couple of mugs, because no one wanted to worry about precarious wine glasses while having a snug-sesh, and brought everything back into the room. "I knew it." She said, setting everything down on the dresser and pouring two generous helpings. "I knew you were going to get all Peyton on me over Micah." She handed Peyton her mug and slipped into the bed next to her with a shrug. "He's just easy, we have good chemistry in bed, he's no frills but always gets me off, and if he's not tired he can get really into what I like." She took a generous sip of her wine. "But there's nothing more than physical there."

peyton

Feigning shock, Peyton takes the mug of wine and sits herself up in the bed just enough to bring the drink to her lips. “I am not going all Peyton on you, that’s not even a thing, thank you very much!” She says jokingly, though with the knowledge she may have had a habit of reading too much into Hannah’s sexual encounters in the past. “But chemistry in bed, can lead to chemistry in... other places. I’m just saying. And Micah is a nice boy.” After taking another,  larger, sip, Peyton places the mug next to her and bites down on her lip for a second as she snakes her arm around Hannah’s shoulders, tugging her in towards her side and squeezing tightly. “I’m not sorry, I haven’t seen you in three weeks, you have to deal with my tight hugs.... Don’t spill your wine on me though, this shirt isn’t technically mine and if it smells like wine it’s going to be hard to return it and pretend like he’s just misplaced it for a few days.”

hannah

"Perhaps if he ever grows up, or at the very least changes his sheets more than once a month, I'd consider it, but until then, he's just a fuck buddy, plain and simple." Hannah leaned into the hug, secretly loving when Peyton got all lovey dovey like this. Though she did clutch her wine mug protectively. "I seriously doubt Puck cares if you have his shirt." She teased. "Speaking of which, enough about my sex life! You're really going to talk to him?"

peyton

Groaning playfully she pulls away from her bestie’s side, “But your sex life is sooo much more exciting than my life at the moment.” Actually always. It’s something Peyton had always admired about Hannah, the way she was so bold and carefree when it came to putting herself out there, while still being one of the most independent and caring people she knew. “Yeah... I’ll talk to him. I just hate talking about that night. And what if bringing everything up again when there’s finally a small resemblance of normality just ruins us all over again?” She admits, hating that a night which was her decision was still something she had to think about. “Would it be weird to just... do it over text?”

hannah

Taking another sip, Hannah nodded. "Peyton, you have to trust him to be able to handle an adult conversation if you ever want to actually be able to move past this. Look at it this way, would you rather constantly have this thing between you, forever, while pretending to feel normal, or would you rather know that you genuinely put yourself out there and fought for him, regardless of the outcome, and have an actual chance at a real, healthy, functional relationship with him." She knew she was slipping into therapist mode, it was a habit she found hard to break unless she was naked. "I think face to face is better, but if you can only handle it through text, then.... at least that's something?"

peyton

After this long, Peyton had accepted that sometimes when she spoke to Hannah she didn’t just have a best friend, she had a therapist. And right now the therapist was actually a welcome addition to the conversation. Sighing, she picks up her mug and takes a few gulps before replying. “Don’t use the word relationship to Puck.” She chuckles sadly, her fingers circling on the side of the cup. “But you’re right. You know, I hate that you’re always right sometimes. I will be an adult and talk to him about it face to face... That way if it gets really bad I’ll just get naked.” Peyton was half joking, but sometimes when it came to serious conversations it paid to really know the other person. “Seriously though... Can you not go away for that long again? It’s like you leaving just causes a domino effect of stress in my life, and talking to you on facetime is just not the same.” Peyton puts the mug back down and frowns a little as she lays down into the bed and rests her head in Hannah’s lap. “Never again, okay? You can have a fantasy threesome here.”

hannah

With a sigh and a smile, Hannah took one more generous sip of wine and put her own mug down, turning her attention to playing with Peyton's hair. "I promise, never again. From now on, a week TOPS, even if I have to fly back and forth to take care of you between holidays." She smiled fondly at Peyton. "What else do you need to tell me about? Something's happening with KJ?" She asked, her finger combing lightly through Peyton's soft hair. She knew how close the other girl was to her brothers, and she knew it must be killing her that KJ was mad at her, no matter the reason. Though she couldn't really think of anything Peyton had ever done to make anyone in her family mad before, so it must have been something big.

peyton

Peyton’s eyes flutter shut as Hannah’s fingers comb lightly through her hair, it was a comfort she felt like she’d needed for three weeks. “I’m going to hold you to that promise.” She responds softly, and eyes squeezing tighter at the mention of her little brother. It was a topic she’d tried not to talk about, even more so than the one with Puck. KJ was her blood and her whole life it had just been her and her brothers. “KJ had... something happen to him.” Peyton begins to tell her, feeling a lump in her throat growing saying the words out loud. “I didn’t know how to cope, so I told someone... I know it wasn’t my story to tell, but he’s my brother, you know? Every time I thought about everything I couldn’t breathe and I needed to breathe again. But KJ doesn’t see it like that, he just sees it as me betraying his trust?” She shrugs. “I don’t know... I have no idea how you deal with other people’s problems all the time. It’s draining.”

hannah

Hannah breathed a laugh at Peyton's last statement. "Well, for one, I don't become emotionally attached to my clients, it's a lot harder when it's someone I love." She kept her hand moving through Peyton's hair. "And as for KJ, I can pretty much guarantee you he's not really mad at you, oftentimes when we are feeling lost or overwhelmed by emotions or situations we can't control, we take it out on the people we love. It's easier for him to be mad at you than at himself, or at whoever actually deserves it, because he knows that no matter what, you will always love him and be there for him. His anger, as misplaced as it is, is his subconscious way of telling you he trusts you with it." She really needed to get ahold on not turning into a therapist with her friends. "Give him some time and a little space, when you feel the time is right, just remind him that you love him, and you're sorry for overstepping a boundary."

peyton

“See, this is just another reason you’re not allowed to leave me.” Peyton turns into her lap to look up at her best friend, quickly wiping the loose tear from her eye. “I clearly can’t function without you.” She tells her with a sad smile and reaches up to bop her nose. There were perks to having someone constantly in her life who knew human emotions much better than she ever could. “Tell me something exciting about your life to make me feel better... And it can’t be about Micah because I already know all about that.”

hannah

"Hey..." Hannah frowned, she knew Peyton had missed her, but the idea of her being so upset, she'd never imagined the other girl needed her this much. Or maybe, she told herself, it just happened to be a rough few weeks and it had nothing to do with you not being around. Either way, she shifted, wrapping her arms around Peyton and pulling her in so her head rested on her chest, Hannah pressed a kiss to the top of her taking, taking in that Peyton smell. "I promise I won't leave for that long again." She said, holding out her pinky so Peyton could take it without moving. Then she sighed, trying to think of something exciting, to her, life was pretty standard. "Well, you know about my holiday threesome, and you know about Micah, and... that's been pretty much it..." She tried to think of maybe something non-sexual. "Oh! Did I tell you one of my cousins lit himself on fire with my Nana's birthday cake?"

peyton

With the kiss to her head, Peyton felt like she could finally relax into the girl’s embrace, all the talk about feelings was done, and with Hannah here she didn’t have to overthink everything. Hannah was, and has been for a long time, her logical voice of reason. “You don’t know this, but there’s a secret recording device in here that i’m going to bring out if you decide to go again.” She joked, extending her pinky to link with her friend’s. She wrapped her arms around her, and settles comfortably into her chest. “Oh my god! Honestly? Really glad it wasn’t your nana. At 102 the last thing she needs is to get lit on her birthday.” Peyton laughed to herself, finding amusement in her own terrible jokes. “Thanks for ditching a boy’s bed for me tonight.”

hannah

Hannah chuckled softly. “And here you are threatening to straight up move away from me.” She teased, giving Peyton’s arms a squeeze. “Trust me, if you added up all of the hair product my Nana has used over the course of her entire 102 years, it still wouldn’t be half as much as this kid had in his hair. You ask me, he had it coming.” She laughed. “But he’s fine! His eyebrow should grow back eventually.” Shaking her head, Hannah opted not to remind Peyton that she had been planning on leaving Micah’s anyways because they did not do sleepovers. “Anytime, babe.” She said instead.

peyton

“Shhh, you’re coming with me, we’ve established that. Give me three to five years to convince you.” She chuckled tiredly. Her head shook against Hannah as she imagined one of the girl’s cousins suddenly with no eyebrows. “When I move to LA I’m determined to meet every single one of your cousins. They’re all stuck with me,” Peyton tells as her eyes start to feel heavy now — possibly from the wine, though more likely as a result of no longer feeling alone. “You know you’re always welcome to crash at my place... if you’re feeling lonely, that is. mi casa es su casa. My shower isn’t as good, but I have the best tub around.”

hannah

Closing her eyes, Hannah just let Peyton relax into her arms, her thumb grazing gently over the soft skin of the girl's arm. "My family will love you as much as I do." She said softly, not mentioning the fact that she had already talked their collective ears off about her best friend, showing them pictures and everything. She rarely felt lonely at night, honestly preferring to sleep alone, but it did make her feel warm and safe that Peyton was willing to offer.

[girlobsessed21]

The 100 6x03 review and predictions

Another magnificent episode. So far, season six has yet to disappoint. It gets more interesting and thought-provoking as we dig. It might just turn out to be my favorite so far.

“We’re from earth, we come in peace.” Clarke takes the lead as her natural proclivity kicks in, while Bellamy barks orders to everyone else on how to behave. This power duo, tried and tested, works. Bellamy and Clarke are like two elements with perfect binding properties that create a vigorous chemical.

We see a black toxin slurring through Murphy’s veins before Russel declares him dead. Bellamy’s face falls; he realizes he’s responsible. And because cockroaches can’t die, there’s a cure for being exposed to seaweed during the red sun. Now, we learn of a new danger that will surely come back into play.

A hideous snake has to be some sort of symbolism. I love all the Biblical references in this show. In season 5, Eden was destroyed forcing our heroes to leave earth. Genesis tells the story of the snake (Satan) causing Adam and Eve’s shun from the garden. Here, that “same snake” gives life. Oh hell no, is our beloved Murphy crossing the veil back to the dark side? My fear for this is strengthened by, “I’m pretty sure I’m going to hell.”

The allusion deepens with the episode’s name and Russel’s mention of the demon Gabriel believing he could walk on water. Gabriel was the angel that delivered the news of Jesus to mother Mary. Demon Gabriel - an oxymoron, so is cold sweat and only choice. Mmmm, I think our sanctum leader is the only evil spirit here. He is shady as hell (no pun intended).

The Blakes

So far, Echo has had no purpose but to end the war between the siblings. Bellamy’s furious and as much as I love Octavia, he has a good reason to be. In the previous episodes, we’ve seen the logic behind her decisions. I understand where she’s coming from, but her wicked side has to be tamed before she can be trusted completely.

There’s an aching need for Bellamy’s approval that comes to show, yet she cannot discard of Bloodreina. This becomes clear when Octavia ignores her brother’s pleas not to engage when they encounter the “outsiders”. I felt for both of them when Bellamy scorned her, but he did that for her own good as well as his people. Here we see “the heart and the head” clearly. No way the heart would have closed that door on his sister. When he tells her, “My sister died a long time ago.” I believe that was him begging her to return to him.

After the incident, Echo offers him some awkward comfort while he sheds a tear. Please, give this character something else to do besides being Bellamy’s lapdog. She used to be a spy, now she’s reverted to a loyal girlfriend with little identity.

Jordan and Delilah

I’m not usually interested in relationships that are sprung onto me within two seconds, but this one is unique. Jordan has never been off the ship and seeing a beautiful girl, whom he has heard no stories of, has his heart bouncing in all directions, obviously. There are chemistry and adoring looks and I’m all for it. That is until I realize Delilah is another name taken from the Old Testament.

Jordan is, in Gollum’s voice, my precious. I want to protect him at all cost. The innocence and purity he radiates is inspiring. At the age of twenty-six, he deserves some good old lovin’. But of course, the girl uses this to trick him into revealing secrets about his people.

Not too sure whether there’s a real connection between them or this was pure betrayal. She still wanted to be with him after the info was retrieved, guess we’ll find out. But that face, when she undresses and crawls on top of him, deserves to be framed.

The primes

I’ve had the suspicion of Clarke becoming a host for Josephine for some time now and this reveal enhanced that idea. So, the founders of the settlement were four families, considered royalty. Russel Lightbourne is still their leader - referring to the previous episode: “Sanctum is mine!” He will do whatever it takes to remain in power. 

A lot of people speculated that Josephine survived since she wrote the book, but I doubt it. Russel, in my opinion, developed some presence manifestation device, such as the flame, to transport their beings from one person to the next. Only those with nightblood of course, which led me to believe this is what the naming ceremony entails. The “chosen ones” are blessed with the spirits of their forefathers.

Russel’s daughter died six years ago, thus no host available for Josephine, making Clarke the perfect candidate. The way he looks at Clarke when he discovers she’s a nightblood revelas a novel’s worth of plans. She’ll co-operate to pledge her loyalty to her new home and protect Madi.

I’m all for this idea and cannot wait to explore the possibilities. Josephine captured my heart in one small flashback, I think she’s gonna be good for Clarke, maybe even help her with the Bellamy situation.

“Princess Clarke, perfect.” Yes, Murphy that is perfect. Here’s to hoping Bellamy calls her that again.

Or she’ll discover the evils of Sanctum through Josephine’s eyes. We’ve seen the love she had for Gabriel, perhaps the girl will show her that they are indeed the good guys.

“There are worse things in this world than eclipse induced psychosis, most of them are outside the shield.” I highly doubt that, I believe their inside. Madi refers to Clarke needing her help, meaning she’s currently in danger, in Sanctum.

Bellarke

When asked if Clarke’s the leader and Bellamy chimes in with, “She is. She can speak for us.” That needed loud applause. The parallel to 5x03, the trust in his co-leader, everything was perfect. And Russel, being no idiot, recognizes their bond immediately. 

Bellamy promises to bring Madi back and Clarke agrees. Their past differences have been pushed aside; she trusts him to take care of her child. The affinity with which they look at each other from afar proves their deep connection. 

The rest of the episode

Raven and Murphy's insults are getting old, can we please move on from this. Clarke, on the other hand, is amazing. Her adversity towards Murphy, reminding him he did bad things too, deserves a pat on the back. The refusal to bow before Russel earns her instant respect. She’s strong, fierce and vibrant and you’ve just got to love her. As well as Sanctum’s breathtaking landscapes, except for the clear atrocity it hides.

Our female lead’s first encounter with a dog was the cutest thing ever and then she descends the steps in a red dress. Clarke (or Eliza Taylor) is gorgeous and I’m willing to bet the blue one will ensure even more dropping jaws, hopefully Bellamy’s as well.

She handles the dinner with Russel with easy diplomacy, which she lacked when confronting Indra about the worms. Until she’s ambushed with her morally grey past. What does one say to this? Ultimately they decide the earthlings are dangerous based on stories they haven’t witnessed firsthand. I guess that’s reasonable.

Just a side note, I haven’t liked Abby for a long time, but her nurturing and pep talks are starting to change my mind. We’ll see how it goes.

On the dropship, we learn about the dark commander, whom we’ve already encountered in the trailer. I can’t place him in a box just yet, need some more information. Madi’s sarcasm towards Diyoza is delightful, seeing as Diyoza is the queen of quip. 

The Colonel’s skills and observations never cease to amaze. That knife throwing accuracy - wow! She is one of my favorite characters and I’ve bought a front-row seat to the Octavia/Diyoza partnership now that they’re both outcasts.

Gabriel’s children seem harmless, albeit weird. They want the old man to return and yell, “Get the prime, get the prime!” Now, I’m assuming they require a nightblood to bring Gabriel back; the reason why they abduct Delilah and Rose, but I can’t figure out the second moon’s function.

Luckily, Clarke takes action and saves Delilah but the outsiders run off with Rose. I wish I could say the rescue mission is the reason Russel is letting them stay, but I believe it’s her blood. He has his eye on her and if that requires salvation for her people, he’d gladly bestow them.

Term and conditions apply. No more of them, which includes Indra who is still in cryo. When will she make her appearance? I miss her. And what will happen to Diyoza’s baby?

To wrap up, I’ve seen a lot of people’s comments on Bellamy’s reluctance towards Echo’s hug at the end. I see him smiling at her? I’d love to hear your thoughts and theories.