#“there was a lot of manwhoring and ya know I was a manwhore” and then he specifies that he at least tried to be respectful about it

[mynameismckenziemae]

All of Me

Part 7

(previous part here, next part here)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x You

Summary: Jake shows up when he doesn’t have to and it just makes you want him more.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, ass play, oral (both m & f receiving), femdom kind of?, p in v, idk probably more. Lmk if I missed anything.

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“Look who I found wandering around like a lost puppy,” Bradley says as he enters your office with his lunch on Monday. “Said he was on his way here?”

Jake comes in behind him, looking a little worse for wear.

“Yeah,” you reply, “We talked about it on Saturday, he’s got a little bit of a medical phobia so we’re gonna try having lunch in the medical center and see if it helps.”

“Makes sense,” Bradley nods, buying the ruse. “That’s why you kept putting your physical off, eh?”

“Yeah,” Jake replies, picking at his food.

“I won’t tell anyone,” Bradley tells him, trying to put him at ease, “Can’t say much when I’m terrified of clowns,” he turns to you. “What time is Drew’s game on Wednesday?”

“6,” you pull out your phone to double-check.

“I should be able to make it then. Wanna come?” He asks Jake.

Jake looks at you, not wanting to overstep.

“Drew would love it,” you say honestly, giving him the okay.

“Sure,” he smiles, “I’ll be there.”

“Hey, did you sign him up for that camp yet?” Bradley asks, “he’s been talking about it nonstop and asked me to remind you.”

“Yes, last night. It’s a 2-week sleep-away camp,” you explain to Jake. “I was a little hesitant; he’s only 8 and it’s right after school lets out so I won’t get to spend much time with before he has to leave but I decided to let him go. I never got to do fun stuff like that when I was a kid.”

Jake nods. “Some of my favorite memories were made at summer camp.”

“Agreed,” Bradley says. “Plus you’ll have 2 weeks to all to yourself. Maybe you’ll finally get laid.”

Jake’s trying not to smile as you choke on the water you were sipping. “Jesus Roo.”

He shrugs. “What? Maybe you’d sleep better after getting dicked down.”

“Please stop,” you mutter, hiding your face in your hands.

“I’m just saying,” he continues. “Maybe Jake here could help you out?”

It’s Jake’s turn to choke.

“Just because you’re a manwhore doesn’t mean the rest of us have to be,” you tease as you throw a crouton at him.

“I’m not-hang on I’ve gotta take this, it’s Cyclone,” Bradley says, answering his phone as he steps out in the hallway.

Jake gives you a knowing smile as you shake your head at Bradley’s antics.

“…be right there,” Bradley says as he returns a moment later only to grab his lunch and turn back to the door. “Gotta go, he wants to talk to me quick before our hop this afternoon. See ya guys.”

“Bye,” the two of you reply but he’s already gone.

“So what’d you do yesterday?” You ask.

“Not much, just caught up on some laundry. You?”

Missed you. Thought about you all day.

“Cleaned, caught up on some laundry too, and played baseball with Drew and Ron,” you reply.

“You play baseball too?” He asks. “Is there anything you can’t do?”

You smile. “I played a lot of sports growing up,” your smile fades as you continue. “Anything to avoid going home.”

“Understandable,” his foot nudges yours under the desk; comforting you. “Drew’s lucky to have such a cool mom.”

“He thinks so too. For now at least,” you laugh.

The rest of the lunch passes quickly and soon Sophie’s in the door frame letting you know your afternoon is starting.

“We have lunch meetings the next few days, but I’ll see you at Drew’s game,” he says as he stands.

“Sounds good. I won’t tell him just in case something comes up and you can’t make it,” you say, giving him an out if he wants it.

“I’ll be there,” he says softly, looking towards the door before giving you a quick kiss. “See ya.”

“Bye,” you smile as butterflies take flight in your stomach.

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Another package of Reese’s peanut butter cups sits on your desk the following morning, and the next. Knowing now that he avoids the medical unit like the plague, makes his early morning chocolate deliveries even more special.

You’ve texted back and forth a few times but there are lulls in responses from both of you due to busy schedules. So by the time you’re done with work Wednesday, you’re anxious to see him again.

Your phone buzzes as you sit on the bleachers beside Tina and Ron who brought Drew early for warm-ups.

Jake: Our last hop ran late but we’re on our way.

Reese: Sounds good, I’ll save you guys a seat.

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Drew’s on deck when the Bronco pulls in and his face lights up like Christmas morning when he sees Bradley and Jake walking up.

“Look!” He mouths at you once he finds you in the stands, pointing in their direction.

You nod with a smile on your face, blinking back the unexpected tears that spring to your eyes.

Jake always looks good; but his damp hair, tight jeans, and showing up to your son’s little league game has you ready to jump his bones.

“Who’s that with Bradley?” Tina whispers. “He’s cute. Is he single?”

You laugh, happy that her eyes are on Jake so she doesn’t see the way you flush. “His name’s Jake, he’s in Bradley’s squadron. I think he’s single,” you lie.

“I’d hope so with the way he’s looking at you,” she murmurs, nudging you.

She’s always been observant. Too observant.

“He’s younger than me,” you tell her. “Only 30.”

“Yeah. That’d totally make you a cradle robber,” she replies sarcastically with a snort. “Looks like Drew’s already a fan,” she continues noticing the way he waves at him excitedly.

You smile as they approach and have to swallow a whimper when you catch a whiff of his cologne as he sits beside you.

“Hey,” his eyes flick to your lips, and leans in, almost like he’s about to kiss you but he stops himself. The cutest blush rises up his neck.

“Hey,” you reply, wishing he hadn’t stopped. “You’re just in time. Jake, these are my…Drew’s grandparents, Ron and Tina.”

“Nice to meet you,” he shakes each of their hands.

“Keep that elbow up, bud! You got this!” Bradley calls from Jake’s other side. Drew nods as he steps up to the plate, his right elbow up.

He swings at the first pitch, but it’s a miss. The next 3 are balls, and the following is straight down the middle but he realizes it a second too late, his head dropping forward in frustration.

“Shake it off,” Jake yells and Drew’s head pops up and he meets Jake’s eye. “Let ‘er rip it if it’s in there.”

Drew takes a deep breath and nods as he steps into the batter's box.

It’s another one right down the middle. He swings, making contact. You rise to your feet and the ball sails over the center fielder’s head.

“Run!” All of you yell as Drew stands there, stunned.

With that, he takes off. Rounding second base as the outfield recovers the ball. It’s thrown to third as he approaches that base but it’s overthrown.

“Go home!” You call, bouncing on your heels.

He slides in just as the catcher gets it and you can’t see anything from the cloud of dust.

But as the dust clears the ump calls “Safe!”

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Drew beams the rest of the game; playing better than ever from the confidence boost of his first home run.

Everyone goes with you for ice cream after and Tina gives you pointed looks all night that have you rolling your eyes but you can’t help but smile.

Knowing you have her approval makes your heart feel lighter than it has in a long time.

You type a quick text to Jake while you wait for Drew to buckle in after.

Reese: Do you want to come over tonight? After Drew’s asleep?

Jake: Yes.

Jake: LMK when I’m okay to come over.

Reese: Will do.

“Do you think Dad saw it? My home run? Do you think he’s proud of me?” Drew asks as you pull into the driveway.

His words tug at your heartstrings. He usually brings up Andy when big events like this happen.

“I’m sure he saw it,” you reply truthfully, turning around to look at him. “and I know he’s proud of you.”

He nods and gives you a small smile before heading inside.

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“Can you be good and stay quiet for me?” You murmur later as you bring Jake’s lips to yours for a searing kiss as you reach back to lock the door of your bedroom.

“I’ll try,” he breathes as he rucks your shirt up and over your head. “Wanna be good for you.”

You shiver at his words while he unbuttons your shorts before pushing them down your legs, leaving you only in your pretty lace underwear and matching bra that you put on earlier.

“Pretty,” he murmurs as his fingers trail over your cleavage, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You smile and guide him backward toward your bed, stripping him naked before pushing him gently onto his back, pressing kisses down his neck and across his collarbone. He jolts when you flick your tongue over his nipple.

“This okay?” You ask, looking up at him. When he nods you do it again before giving it a gentle suck while running your fingers over the other.

You play with his chest for a while, seeing what he likes and what gives the biggest reactions; and like he admitted to you before, he likes a little pain.

“Like that?” You ask as you pull your mouth off the sensitive bud, fingers still pinching the other.

“Yessss,” he sucks a breath in through his teeth when you pinch harder; both of them now.

You kiss your way lower, wanting to pleasure him in other ways.

Precum is steadily leaking from the tip and he gasps when you pull it into your mouth with a satisfied hum. Giving him a few sloppy bobs to coat him fully with your saliva before going lower to mouth his sac, enjoying the way he shudders. You wet your fingers in your mouth and sit back up.

“Have you ever been touched back here?” You ask, fingers tracing just behind his drawn-up balls, waiting to hear what he says before going further.

“No,” he shakes his head. “Heard it can be good though.”

“Want me to?” You ask before sucking the head of his cock into your mouth again. “I’ll stop if you don’t like it.”

He nods, head falling back on your pillow when you start sucking him off again. Once his hands slide into your hair you move your finger lower, tracing a wet fingertip over his tight ring of muscle. His fingers tighten in your hair and he tenses at the first touch eventually relaxing when you begin to circle.

“Fuck,” he rasps when you gently press; the broken sound making you clench. “That-ah…that’s good.”

“Mmm,” you hum around him, taking him a little deeper into your mouth, using your unoccupied hand to stroke what you can’t swallow.

“Ree-Reese,” he gasps, gently tugging on your hair to pull you off. “I’m gonna-can I cum?”

You nod, not letting him pull you off.

“I-where should…fuck!” He pants when you keep going, wanting nothing more than to taste him.

His eyes widen when he realizes your plan. One of his hands leaves your hair and you glance up to watch him pull one of your pillows over his face to muffle his wrecked groan as he cums.

You moan around him at the taste, swallowing each burst greedily, releasing him only when he begins to twitch with overstimulation.

Chest heaving, he tosses the pillow aside, eyes instantly catching on the movement of your thighs rubbing together.

He pulls you over him so fast your head spins; not taking the time to take off your underwear, he just licks you through the soaked lace as soon as your thighs straddle his face.

Your hands scrabble, finding your headboard as he pulls you down further onto his mouth, the grip on your thighs bruising as he eats you out.

When your thighs begin to shake, he slips his fingers inside you, curling them just how you like and that’s all it takes.

You nearly draw blood, biting your lip in an effort to stay quiet as you tremble through your release.

Before you come all the way down, there’s a rip of fabric and his tongue is on you again.

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You don’t know how much time passes (or how many orgasms occur) when he finally helps you off his face.

A glance shows you he’s hard again. Reaching into your bedside drawer you pull out a condom and slide it on him before straddling his hips reverse cow-girl style and sinking down. His hands come around to grip your hips as you begin to ride him.

Just as you’re about to wipe the excess condom lube on your thigh, an idea comes to mind and your slick fingers slide behind his sac again. He bends his knees, welcoming your touch.

Your motions remain the same as earlier as you ride him slowly; circling and pressing, not wanting to push him too far. But when he thrusts up at the same time as you sink down, your lubed finger slips and breaches him.

“Are you-“ you start to ask.

“Fuckkkkk,” he rasps, tilting his hips up in a silent plea for more.

You press further, clenching at the strangled moan that’s ripped from his throat and the way his hips jerk when you find his prostate.

Knowing he’s not going to last long, your free hand finds your clit as you continue to ride him, rubbing fast circles to his slow presses.

“I-oh God,” he sounds wrecked; barely coherent as he tries to tell you he’s close.

“Cum for me,” you murmur as you press more insistently, toeing the edge of your release already.

You fall off the edge when he pulses around your finger, filling the condom with a guttural groan.

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[i-arch-my-backula]

Only his: Bo Sinclair x GN reader

I got a domestic Bo fluff idea and after deleting my initial idea I got something I'm so excited to share with y'all. This is pure romantic fluff about Bo so if you're an angst lover sit this one out.

Warnings: Brief mention of religion and brief mention of violence

It’s a quiet morning. A rare day Bo decided to just take off completely. He’s always doing something around town or luring in victims but today he’s completely free. You’re free with him too. Today is a day where you can just breathe and love and relax. You’re watching the sun rise from your window as you lay on Bo’s chest. He often pulls you close to him after he has a nightmare. It took awhile before he even admitted he intentionally pulled you over to him, but he can’t deny it now.

“You know I picked up a copy of ‘Pride and Prejudice’ from a victim’s bag. It made me think about marriage. I know you’re not the most religious person but I think marriage sounds nice.” You say softly, running your hands over your hair to push it out of your face. “I always had fantasies about a beautiful wedding when I was younger. I guess I just got reminded of it when I picked up that book.” 

Bo stays silent but he runs his hand up then down your back, repeating this motion over and over again. You can tell he’s listening to you. He won’t admit it ever but he’s a big softie for you now. You’ve worn him down to a point he can be a bit more open with you. 

“I never thought I was gonna get married. I just never thought I’d have anything past a one night stand or a friend with benefits. But marriage does sound nice.” You chuckle and look up at him from where you’re laying. 

“I forgot how much of a manwhore you were before you met me.” You say teasingly. The first time you ever called Bo a manwhore he didn’t talk to you for the rest of the day until you apologized. Lester told you one time he called Bo a man whore and Bo almost broke his arm when he twisted it, granted that was when Bo was 20. But now Bo laughs and pushes your head down on his chest to shut you up. 

You laugh too and move your head to the side again to watch that sunrise. It’s silent in the house, but a comforting silence. It’s a time where you don’t have to worry about any victims walking in and interrupting you. Either of his brothers pulling him away for something. This time belongs to you and him, this time is yours to share. This time with him is more valuable than anything you can own. This time and love is yours, truly and wholly yours to share with him. 

“If things were different Bo, I’d love to marry you. I’d marry you with no ring, I’d marry you even if we couldn’t have a ceremony, I’d marry you no matter what.” You pause for a moment and wrap your arms around his neck, “I love you.” Bo pauses. 

“I love ya too.” He whispers, almost like the words are too valuable to share with anyone but you. 

A week later you’re sitting with Bo in his shop while you flip absentmindedly through a magazine. You have developed a routine over the almost two years you’ve been living with Bo. Every time he comes in here to work on this car you join him. Sometimes you talk, sometimes you help him. You’ve actually learned a lot about cars through this. 

But today isn’t any different. Bo is mumbling something to himself and he eventually sets down the tool he was using. 

“I need some grease. Do ya mind gettin’ that jar in the back for me darlin’?” Bo asks, wiping off his hands. You get up from where you’re sitting and you shake your head. 

“Not at all.” You say before walking into the back of the shop and searching for the jar he was talking about. You’ve practically memorized where everything in the shop is at this point. But today you can’t seem to find where this jar is. You look around the whole back, then again, and again, and on your fourth time looking around you still can’t find it. 

“Come on, where are you?” You check behind the shelves and boxes and in every possible place this could be and you still can’t find that damn jar. You groan and give up before walking back over to Bo, “I don’t know if it just decided to leave or something but the jar is,” You notice Bo’s hands are surprisingly clean and he seems a bit nervous, “gone.” 

Bo doesn't show that he’s nervous, or most of his emotions really. It took him months to even tell you when he was feeling upset. While he doesn’t look nervous, you can tell he’s nervous. He walks over to you and presses a kiss on the top of your head. 

“You know I’m not good with words.” He says, reaching into his pockets and pulling out a ring. “I remember what you said before. I know my mama would’ve loved you. I want you to marry me.” He says, holding up the ring to show you. A large, toothful grin grows on your face and you nod your head, positioning your hand so he can put the ring on. 

He slides it on and it’s a little loose, but you can’t even tell because of how strong your heart beat is. Your eyes start to water and you look down at the ring. 

“Oh come on now don’t cry.” He says with a chuckle, trying to downplay the moment. You playfully swat his chest and look up at him, your smile still wide. 

“I…You’re…This…” You say as you try to gather up your words but all you can do is wrap your arms around Bo and start to cry happily into his shoulder. You feel his arms wrap around you too and that just makes you cry even harder. “All I want is to be yours. Even when you’re gone I’ll still be yours.” You say, your smile quivering with your tears. 

“It’s funny you think death can get you out of this relationship.” Bo says with a chuckle. You swat his back this time and look at your ring again. The world is too small for the amount of love you feel for your husband. The world is too small for someone as lovely as him. 

[sshbpodcast]

Character Spotlight: William Riker

By Ames

A Star to Steer Her By is continuing on our diplomatic conference Who’s Who in Starfleet with the Enterprise-D’s bearded dynamo, Commander William T. Riker. He’s The Next Generation’s answer to the Captain Kirk character, but with possibly more manwhoring around and he leaves the actual leadership to Captain Picard. Ya know, so he can do more manwhoring!

But of course, Will Riker is so much more than a pretty beard. So swing your leg over the back of that chair and have a seat as we focus on Picard’s number one (and we don’t mean the dog). Some of our favorite and least favorite Riker moments are outlined below and you can listen to this week’s podcast episode (jump to 1:05:52) for the full discussion. Shields up! Rrrrrrred alert!

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Best moments

Guess I’ll go eat worms Whoops, I was wrong on the podcast when I said Riker ate the mealworms in “Conspiracy” (I was probably thinking of the next item on this list); he’s about to take a big bite before he turns the tables on the baddies. But he still does get to pretend to be mind-controlled by the bug monster, infiltrate the admirals’ dinner, and then utterly explode Remmick and the queen bug!

Gagh is always best when served live Now in “A Matter of Honor,” Riker does get to eat some gagh when he’s on the officer exchange program with the Klingon ship. And he really takes charge while he’s serving aboard the IKS Pagh, punching the biggest brute in the room, making eyes at all their women, and challenging Captain Kargan all while upholding Klingon customs to a T.

Pinocchio is broken. Its strings have been cut. Ignoring that Phillipa Louvois put Riker in a situation that could have been avoided if they had an actual attorney represent Bruce Maddox in Data’s sapience trial in “The Measure of a Man,” Riker actually does a pretty good job lawyering. But what really does well for his character is the final scene where he is lamenting how close he got to getting Data dissected, and that’s lovely.

The illegal move, hachidan kiritsu We discussed a little bit how shitty a father Kyle Riker was to Will in our Parents blogpost, but we’ve got to give the younger Riker some credit for figuring out that daddy has been cheating him for years and years in anbo-jyutsu in “The Icarus Factor,” overcoming the influence that he’s had over his life, and making the decision for himself to stay on the Enterprise.

Mr. Worf, fire Not only does “The Best of Both Worlds” introduce us to Picard as Locutus, in all his glory and defeat, but we also finally get a taste of what Riker would be like as a captain. He’s been dodging getting his own ship for years now, and it’s rather surprising since we see that he can make the difficult decisions when he needs to, in this case firing on his own Borgified captain.

You don't have to be alone anymore We also see in several episodes on our list that Riker tends to get abducted an awful lot, and he figures out the respective ruses pretty smartly! In this case, in “Future Imperfect,” there’s practically a multi-part escape room for him to solve, and at the center of it is an abandoned young orphan who was one of the better children we discussed in our Kiddos post!

Star Trek says LGBTQ rights! You’ll see when you move on to our naughty Riker moments that a lot of his shitty relationships made the cut, but an actually meaningful and progressive relationship comes out of “The Outcast.” It was very moving watching Riker stand up for Soren, the J'naii scientist who just wanted to express the gender she identified as, which makes the episode’s resolution all the more heartbreaking.

Computer, create table Don’t worry, this won’t be the last time Riker gets abducted by aliens and deduces his way out of the problem. In “Schisms,” many crewmembers have been getting stolen away and experimented upon in their sleep, but Riker (with help from the holodeck’s renowned table program) goes in mostly conscious, saves a crewmember, and escapes. Now it’s time for a well-deserved nap!

Don't let them tell you you're crazy We have one final alien abduction in this list because we have to include the absolutely phenomenal “Frame of Mind”! Jonathan Frakes acts his ass off in this mindfuck of an episode, alternating between screaming about hallucinating things to actually hallucinating things. When he finally figures out that he’s being experimented upon yet again, it feels like a triumph.

Play “Night Bird”! For all intents and purposes, Tom Riker is the same entity as Will Riker, so we’ll include his great moment in this list as well! We’ve got to give him credit in “Second Chances” for staying sane while abandoned for eight years on Nervala IV, which is a feat unto itself. So it’s just gravy that he also finally mastered playing “Night Bird” on the trombone and creating some fine phaser art!

I think the resemblance is rather striking We’ve got a couple of moments from “The Pegasus” to recount to you, on both batches of lists, so let’s start off with how cute it was for Riker to be so into celebrating Captain Picard Day! It’s just a delightful little exchange that shows the admiration that the first officer has for his captain. Imagine how fun Commander Riker Day must be!

It was wrong twelve years ago, and it is wrong today Riker impresses us throughout the rest of “The Pegasus” by turning against one of Jake’s Corrupt Admirals, Eric Pressman, who is planning on using a phased cloaking device, utterly violating the Treaty of Algeron. It’s a great little character arc watching Riker’s guilt trip from having taken Pressman’s side years go to watching him defy orders to be on the side of what’s right!

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Worst moments

If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it The Troi-Riker relationship throughout a lot of TNG was a bit confused and inconsistent, especially in the early episode “Haven” when Troi’s arranged marriage pops up. Riker is suddenly super jealous all episode long, moping about, whining at Troi, being mean to Wyatt, the works. Dude, you had your chance. And dude, she’s not pleased about it either! Chill out!

Taking mansplaining to another level Have we ever had a take on a matriarchal planet that wasn’t just plain sexist? That’s definitely on display in “Angel One” when all the Elected One of the society needs to see the errors of her people’s ways is for Riker to swoop in, take her to bed, and then have him take charge in that manly way of his. Why couldn’t this have been a job for Troi? Or Bev? Or Yar?

I don’t mean to be indelicate. But who’s the father?! Speaking of Troi (but not Yar because she was dead by this point), that weird relationship between Imzadis gets weirder in “The Child” when Troi gets knocked up by a lightning bug. And Riker, in full crazy ex-boyfriend mode, gets on her case about who the father is, and then starts trying to make decisions for Troi about the fate of her child. 

You can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs This is just a small detail we like to harp on, and that’s that Riker is supposedly making omelets for everyone at the top of “Time Squared” but what he actually makes are scrambled eggs. And not even good scrambled eggs! And evidently his cooking never gets better later in life, as we’re forced to watch him burn a pizza in “Nepenthe” in the series Picard as well!

One William Riker is unique, perhaps even special Oh boy, we’ve already talked a little bit about how problematic “Up the Long Ladder” is in our Picard post, but it’s more messed up than that. The Mariposans end up stealing DNA from Riker and Pulaski, and Riker is so enraged by this that he murders the clones that are created without any discussion first. Pretty much everything about this episode is a travesty though.

Always look before you leap I just think this one’s kinda funny but worth including if only for how dumb it is that Riker gets snared by some kind of trap Kevin Uxbridge set in “The Survivors.” A dangling Will Riker is just so goofy and ridiculous that I wanted to rewatch that scene a couple of times to laugh at what a buffoon this scene made of him.

I've always wanted to make love with an alien So it’s pretty much implied that Riker bangs Lanel in the episode “First Contact” (not to be confused with the movie First Contact), right? I’ve said it to Nicolai Rozhenko and I’ll say it again: No sleeping with primitive people you’re observing while under cover, no matter the circumstances! No matter how thirsty she is! No matter what she’s offering in return! No!

You will follow Starfleet uniform code aboard this ship, Ensign You rarely see hardass Riker come out and it’s really inconsistent when he does. So it practically comes out of nowhere when he suddenly orders Ro to take out her Bajoran earring in “Ensign Ro” even though it’s a part of her culture. No one makes Worf take off his baldric. And it’s not until Captain Jellico demands it that Troi has to get out of her damn pajamas.

Let's drop the ranks for a moment Speaking of my man Jellico! Riker not only acts insubordinate to Picard’s replacement during “Chain of Command,” he just comes off as a whiny little bitch the whole time because Jellico does this differently than Picard. And Jellico has to come begging this petulant brat to pilot a shuttlecraft. Do your damn job, Riker. You’d never act like this to Picard.

Mutiny on the Pegasus On the flip side, Riker had no problem following orders like a little sheep when he served with Pressman. Sure, he makes up for it later as we described above in “The Pegasus,” but first Riker sided with the obviously wrong and dangerous Captain Pressman, effectively sentencing every mutineer on the ship to a horrible death. Grapple with that, Riker. Oh, you already did.

Smooth as an android's bottom It’d be kind to just call Insurrection extremely uneven. On the one hand, we get great speechifying from Picard, as we mentioned last week. But on the other hand, the fountain of youth jokes and the failure to explore whatever the hell was happening with time are just as groan inducing as watching Riker shave off his magnificent beard because he was feeling horny.

Full-beard Riker > Goatee Riker Because we’ve already decided Tom Riker is fair game, let’s give the transporter duplicate a little bit of guff when he appears in the Deep Space Nine episode “Defiant.” Just… what the hell was his plan? Steal the Defiant for the Maquis… and then what? Kill Kira? Kiss Kira? Make up your damn mind! I’m glad this idiot is stuck in the Cardassian mines for life.

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It’s time to put our trombones away now until the next time someone requests a recital of “Night Bird.” Join us next week as we have more TNG crewmembers to analyze, specifically the fan favorite yellow-eyed android of the show. We’re also still fighting our way through Enterprise over on the podcast side of things, so keep up with our warp-five watch through over on SoundCloud or your favorite podthing, beam on over to Facebook and Twitter, and toot toot toot!

[chaoticfvckingdisaster]

I wanna talk about my lab rats queer and neurodivergent hcs cause... fuck u that's why

Chase

he/him

honestly I like transmasc chase, I relate to him a lot so it might be projecting lmaoo

this might be basic but I think hes bi. or pan!! boy could be pan (me fr)

autistic. mans is autistic. cause I say so. u can just look at him (also maybe some adhd too?)

Bree

she/they

I also love transfem bree. could be why she wants to be like other girls so bad

I wanna say she's a lesbian, cause I love bylar sm, realistically they might be bisexual, cause ik she's gone boy crazy a lot. but I think I'm leaning towards lesbian

again, the whole family has a touch of the tism. I think they have adhd too

Adam

he/him?

this one isn't one of my favs, but I gotta trans the whole family. I think he gives off genderfluid vibes, but he would stick to he/him pronouns for simplicity cause he doesn't want to bother with new pronouns and he actually doesn't mind

ARO.ACE. ADAM. screaming throwing up omg I love this hc. he pretends to be interested in girls to seem "normal" but he's actually aroace.

both autism and adhd

Leo

any pronouns

listen listen hear me out. nonbinary leo. it's been on my mind for a while I love it. they would not care ab pronouns at all, so most people would default to he or they but he rly doesn't care

I feel like he's just attracted to girls. they don't know if that makes them straight or lesbian or what but she's only attracted to girls (janelle my pan queen does not give a shit)

adhd. god, so much adhd. and a touch of the tism for good measure lmao

Marcus

they/he

transmasc agender. since he's a robot genders a little wacky. when they decided he was trans he went to douglas and douglas modified them a little to look more masc

I literally don't know about sexuality. I think he would be on the ace spectrum, graysexual sounds about right. I saw someone say he was polysexual (romantic in this case), and that's all I can think about so

I maintain the whole family is autistic

Daniel

he/him

I think he's technically cis, but cis in a way that like he really doesn't care. like if you called him "they" or "she" he'd be like "chill ok". he likes to be very gnc, so hes,, like cis in a spicy way?? 😭

bisexual. I don't even have an explanation it just feels right. like father like son

Mostly adhd

Douglas

he/him

trans male king but still kinda gnc

bisexual. dudes a manwhore. love that for him.

combo adhd and autistic

Donald

he/him

(I can't believe I'm headcanoning donald) i think he's cis. but he has a trans brother and 4 trans kids so he supports

hmm bi? I don't think he cares. like bros attracted to whoever he's attracted to ya know

mostly autistic, a little adhd

[beardedmrbean]

Actually it interesting hearing how you are blown away by the first ac game as I’m 23. Hmm, my first game from memory was a plug in play pac man game. My dad got a Xbox and got X-men legends and halo 2 but I mainly played halo 2

Psst xbox, make a deal with Disney to port old marvel games onto current xbox consoles since you own activision now.

Anyways, while I got into ac after I went to live with my aunt (help with the healing) and I fell in love with it

Also ac3 taught me things about the founding fathers i didn’t know about

Also they sneak in Benjamin Franklin suggestion to bang older ladies as long as they have a bag over their heads

That man was a nerd AND a whore.

Also the assassin creed games starting in 2017 they created a non combat mode called discovery tour, you can buy it without the games now the most recent ac game don’t have. But I suspect red will.

Here one in polemic Egypt: https://youtu.be/l_KOpq_BH1g?si=8TCe5ZLzcEAhPLz5

And here a guy using it in Ancient Greece that take place during the pelopsian war: https://youtu.be/VRuHLCpOoF0?si=qOcfRgYVmBu8UsIk

Imagine what ac red’s Japan discovery tour will be like as with Yasuke being a mc, the game will take place in 1580’s-90’s Japan and you will probably lead into the edo period

Ya, he was a manwhore, not sure if the story about all the brothels in Paris closing for a day when Victor Hugo died is true or not but if so that might give him the edge over Ben on biggest manwhore of the last 300 years contest. (You'll see why I thought of him in a moment.)

Psst xbox, make a deal with Disney to port old marvel games onto current xbox consoles since you own activision now.

They could probably use the cash about now, lost their top spot to Universal after ticking off enough people to get theatre receipts down.

Don't have the 19 min to watch that video, but jumping round it does look very cool. After Notre Dame burned down they were giving away copies of one of the AC games that has it as a big part of it, I think I remember people saying the accuracy to the real thing was so good the reconstruction would be using it as a reference in places, but I don't know how true that is.

They did want people to be able to still visit the place though (Ubisoft that is) which is why they made it free on steam, I should have it in my library but I can't remember.

They make a beautiful game, at least for those, and apparently getting more and more period accurate, which story wise there's not a whole lot of information. Did just run across this

Wild how I never saw any outrage over the VA choices for this one, looking through the names only 6 I could find that were obviously Asian who were in 4 or more episodes.

But We're not supposed to say anything about that I don't think.

But I digress, that video of Greece looks awesome same thing as the Notre Dame thing the one for this is going to be incredible I imagine, what a wonderful way to take a trip through history.

[ursbearhug]

Somebody asked me what were my least and most favourite things working in vet clinic, so yeah. I'll share since I don't have anything to do anyway.

Favourites: I got to work with puppies. Puppies are delight. They're mini little fluffly creatures. They'll let you vaccinate them if you give them something tasty and they won't even remember it. They're also very cuddly and curious fellas. Sometimes, they're so excited to see you, they'll wet the floor a little bit.

Working with 'regular' clients was somehow neat. Normally, you don't want your clients to come back because that means you're doing rather shitty job at being doctor (not me, I'm not a doctor) or there is some larger problem at hand. But seeing same faces makes the meeting with people on a daily a little easier to stomach. If you're also incompetent like me, they don't trust you with tasks and thefore I have less to worry about. I wasn't a shitty worker but I was far cry from good sport.

I liked how silly folks are sometimes. Like, one time a guy called to ask if he can come over with 7 puppies he found in the river/on the river bank. For anyone curious, those were otters. Other time there was this older lady who said that syrups are smarter than tablets, because they go straight to the lungs and tablets are big stupid and go to the tummy first. There was this one lady who tried to scratch of her dog's nipple. There was this one doggo who got his leg absolutely annihilated by the buckshot and despite having 90% femur shattered, he was too busy playing with me to be bothered about not having a bone anymore.

Least favourite: I didn't like cats before going into the school and working with them just made me like them even less. I once read that people who don't like cats, are spiteful because they cannot control them or something similarly asinine. I cannot mansplain, manipulate and manwhore my way out of working with cat and I have to live with it. I've worked with hundrends of cats and dogs, and dogs are significantly less likely to try to claw my face off at first sight. Yeah, they can be whiny but at least they don't attempt murder. Cats are just too much of a main character for me to stomach and I don't vibe with it. I worked with one nice cat, she was clinic cat for a short while and then got adopted by some assholes. I tried to put the cat into my friends' homes but ya know. Animals can be a handful.

I hate working with other people. Whether with multiple doctors or with owners. Im the former it's just screaming at me a lot and the latter is me trying not to scream a lot. Owners often only pretend that they're listening to you and it's very obvious and it's vexing. Older men are the worst because they obviously think they're the smartest being in the universe, when it's pretty clear they wouldn't be able to put their shoes on without a map, a wife and a prayer. Sometimes they ask me stuff I cannot answer and won't take "I don't know" as an awnser even when told I'm learning and have been at it for like a week or two. This also sometimes cause paradox when they're smarter than you because you're just a wee highschool but dumber than you because they ask you in the first place. Go figure?

I hated the profiting off of suffering that the workplace kinda entail. I worked in two different places and from my classmates, I know their places operated similarly. If you're pricing yourself fairly and to make it affordable for the people, you're barely keep the place running. If you decide to siphon from them, you can become a rich bitch and have flourishing place but your clients literally cannot afford your services and sometimes, you tax them to death. I cannot in good conscience do the latter and the former doesn't help out with already failing economical state of household.

Lastly, I wouldn't call myself an empath but I would call myself a sponge for sadness and sorrow. And that doesn't really bode well in a workplace where you often face untreatable problems and being in position of responsibility of saying "that's enough, we tried everything" and then sleeping at night. Thankfully it didn't happen often when I worked, but this few time it did it was actually pretty hard not to kill myself on the spot with the room that made me so morbidly depressed in a 0,001 seconds.

[theflyingfeeling]

ohhhhh the drama!! 🫣 thanks for your input, that sure would make one helluva plot 😅👀 I haven't gotten quite that far myself as of yet, but...

mostly they're just having lots and lots of sex lol, that's like, 80% of the plot sjdhshdhdhhdhhd I'm sorry but the prince is kind of inexperienced (apart from getting himself off) and Olli is more than happy to help him figure out what he likes/doesn't like 😇

and yes Olli broke up with his gf (she got an amazing job opportunity in Paris and is very happy about Olli fucking the prince actually!)

but nah, Olli is still hooking up with Joonas occasionally lol (Prince Alex knows this and is cool with it because it's only sex)

btw, one crucial detail I forgot to mention in the original post was that for their night out, Olli would (maybe with a little help from Joonas?) style Aleksi to look unrecognizable not only with make-up but also with coloured contact and fake piercings & tattoos 🥴

and STILL some dipshit paparazzi would recognize him ugh. However, in my mind, instead of it becoming a huge dispute, the royal family just tries their best to damage control it to the minimum and, due to pressure from the public, tries to accept this...preference the young prince is displaying (meaning the older members of the family are totally not cool with it although they pretend to be for the sake of the public image, while Aleksi's immediate family is more accepting)

so he is allowed to keep seeing his manwhore boyfriend! 🥰 but yeah, obviously the more conservative/spiteful tabloids will indeed be calling Olli and his blond friend (Joonas) manwhores lol

to be fair, Joonas did very much indeed suck off Tommi the royal chauffeur (yes I decided he'd be the prince's personal chauffer lol) in the car while Aleksi was visiting Olli 🤭

and maybe Prince Alex even becomes curious about the prospect of some threesome with Joonas if he's up to it 👀 (trust me, Aleksi, he very much is, in fact Joonas has been fantasizing about it ever since Olli and Aleksi got together)

also, I like to think Olli and Joonas' relationship would be so casual that they'd often talk to each other about all the lther hook-ups they have, the prince being no exception, even if Olli leaves out the juiciest details to protect the prince's privacy 😌

and regarding the tabloits that keep writing ablut them weekly, Olli is outraged when he gets labelled as a "twink" lol ("A twink?! I'M A TOP!!")

I like the idea of a Lapland hideout! I have actually imagined Prince Alex and Olli having retreated to some forestry cottage (in summertime) to have a little love-making holiday in peace. Obviously there's paparazzi lurking in the forest lol, but they don't really get much material that's suitable to be published, since they're not that kind of magazine ya know (poor paparazzi has to witness horny boys having aaaaaaall the sex in and on the side of the pool 🙈)

Also! Previously I said I have nothing for Niko, but since then I've come up with a funky little side plot for him and Joel (not very closely related to the Olli/Allu plot I'm afraid). As you may remember, Joel is Olli’s and Joonas' roommate who works as a model. He suffers from severe anxiety however, and when he's not working he's just locked up in his room hiding from the world, often too scared to even go grocery shopping. Joonas is very protective of him (and maybe just a tiny bit in love with him, but he's not ready to admit that to himself, especially because he knows Joel is aro), and fears for Joel's wellbeing when the paparazzi start to swarm around their house. In addition, Joel tries to control his anxiety in all the wrong ways (substance/meds abuse). Theb we have Niko who is a photographer working with Joel for the photoshoot with the grey fur coat (you know the one drom earlier this year?) and becomes interested/concerned for the man (maybe he notices him literally shaking as he tries to fish some pills out of their bottle during a break). Eventually they hook up and Niko wants to help Joel with his issues but it's complicated (Joonas is the only one Joel lets anywhere near his heart)

Aleksi also becomes a regular visitor in the Matela-Porko-Hokka household because he likes how he can act like a normal person there and live that domestic dream with Olli (and yeah, he's definitely considering giving up his title so that they could be together like this 🥺). But a minor crisis arises when one morning this random stranger comes out of Joel’s bedroom and they have to have Niko swear on his mother's life ("she died 5 years go actually") to not tell ANYONE that he's seen Aleksi there (because ehhhhh the royal family kinda doesn't know Prince Alex sometimes sneaks out to stay the night with his commoner boyfriend in some commoner suburb 🤫). Luckily Niko couldn’t really give a shit lol

Also, while the royal family has (reluctantly) accepted Prince Alex's new relationship, it doesnt mean they're not trying their best to control it in all the ways they can 💀 for example, they force the two of them to go to see a match in some prestigious tennis tournament together, because watching sports is "manlier" than whatever the tabloids keep telling they do 🙄 (neither of them care for tennis whatsoever)

I literally explained the most unhinged fic to you, you don't get to do this. We like ridiculous and thrive in unhinged. Please do share this royal/ballet dancer au idea

as if I could actually shut up about my fic ideas on main 🤧 ping @mosvu and also @goth-automaton @sparfloxacin @cosmicfire 🖤

(still hiding it behind a readmore though lol)

Starting off with a disclaimer: I don't think there's anything revolutionary about this fic idea, it sounds very familiar to me and I swear I've read/seen something similar but I can't pinpoint it... In any case, it's not my intetion to copy anyone!

Then I'm just quickly gonna give you some pictures for aesthetic reasons / to illustrate what I'm imagining them to look like in this AU (clean-shaven and twinky for Olli, comfy-casual and twinky for Aleksi 🥰)

(pretend they're drinking tea lol)

And as I said, this is absolutely ridiculous lol, but I've been watching a lot of The Crown recently and this is not inspired by that per se, apart from the fact that Aleksi is some sort of royalty, a prince maybe but spare instead of direct heir to the throne, because I cannot imagine even a modern-day monarchy that wouldn't be sort of home-of-phobic lol. Anyway, Prince Alex is super lonely because he doesn't really go out much because he's an introvert and doesn't know how to handle all the attention, so he rather stays at home most of the time, trying to avoid any sort of public appearances if he only can help it.

The only place he goes to willingly and often is the Royal Ballet. There could be some sorta backstory to this actually 🤔 Maybe he had an aunt/uncle who he really liked as a child and would always take him to the ballet (this aunt/uncle was obviously queer and only years after their passing when Aleksi's already a grown-up he realises this).

One day Aleksi notices a new soloist, and even from the royal booth he can tell this new dancer is the most beautiful person Aleksi has ever seen 😭 He goes to watch the same ballet again literally the next day because he can't get the beautiful male dancer out of his mind and becomes so enamored with the man that he sends him flowers the next time he goes to see the show 💐

Meanwhile Olli is dumbfounded by his new admirer and can't really believe his luck after being handed the comically huge bouquet of flowers backstage after the show 😳 His fellow dancers all tease him and maybe also make fun of poor Prince Alex, who's always presented in the tabloids as this socially clumsy simpleton or something along those lines. Eventually Olli laughs along and decides it must be some sort of practical joke from his friends or whatever, because WHY would Prince Alex be sending flowers to him, of all the dancers in the Royal Ballet?

A couple of shows (and pompous flower deliveries) later, Olli is fetched by a fellow dancer again, telling him some important looking men are asking for him, and so he's taken to some kinda secluded room where Prince Alex is waiting to speak to him 😨 It's awkward more than anything else, and they're both uncomfortable because Olli doesn't know how to act around a member of the fucking royal family and poor Aleksi is desperately trying to appear casual and "normal" but he just doesn't know how 😭 He does manage to invite Olli "for tea" in the palace though, and obviously Olli agrees even though he's not entirely sure what he's agreeing to, because he can't say no to an invitation from the bloody prince now can he?! Prince Alex then leaves and Olli is freaking out and his colleagues keep asking what the prince wants with him and he doesn't know and later in the evening he rants the ears off his roommate Joonas about it 😩

At this point I need to give you some background info about Olli: he's bi and has a sort-of-girlfriend (another ballet dancer); I say 'sort of' because they're mostly just having sex instead of actually dating. Olli also occasionally hooks up with Joonas when they're both horny enough. This is relevant later on 😏

The day of Olli's "tea party" with Prince Alex comes and he's picked up from his apartment by a black car and driven straight to the palace where he's taken to the prince's personal chambers (this is already starting to sound kinky lol). They do drink tea but nothing much else happens because Aleksi is just too goddamn nervous in front of this beautiful human being to think of much to say (relatable af eh? 😭), and Olli feels sorry for him but he can't really come up with anything to talk about either because he's still not quite sure what's going on and why he's even there in the first place and what could a commoner like him even say to an actualy real-life prince? 😬

I mean, I haven't quite figured out myself what Aleksi's intentions here are lol, only that it's not as creepy as it may sound. I guess he just wanted to get to know this beautiful ballet dancer better and couldn't think of any other way to do it other than having him driven to the palace 🙈 I need you to imagine him tossing and turning in his bed unable to sleep because he just can't stop thinking about this ballet dancer, and maybe his brother the crown prince fished enough information out of him to learn his little bro is lusting after some ballet dancer and, thinking it's a female dancer, tells him to just "have them come over for 'some tea' lol, you know grandpa used to do that all the time with dancers from the Royal Ballet" (🙃), and jokes on the crown prince, Aleksi does exactly that, because it's not like he'd ever be able to hang out with this person in public 😶 And just to clarify, he did NOT invite Olli over for the same reason his grandfather may have been inviting those dancers (🙃🙃🙃), he just wanted a friend to talk to other than his brother and maybe the occasional entitled af cousin 😭

After the first meeting Olli tells all about it to Joonas who cackles all through the story as he imagines Olli and the prince just sitting in silence and sipping tea and Olli even spilling some on a very expensive-looking royal rug. Olli doesn't think it's quite as funny at first until they're both laughing about it, because he might as well, since the prince won't definitely be inviting him over for tea again, right?

Wrong! Some days later he receives a similar invitation which he simply doesn't know how to turn down (this time the invitation is delivered just from a royal security dude at the door of the backstage room at the ballet, before the show so that Olli almost trips on his own feet stressing about it on stage). The next day he's fetched from his apartment again, and this time the prince seems a tiny bit more relaxed and asks Olli all sorts of questions about his dancer career to have him relax too. It then occurs to Olli that the prince must just be incredibly lonely and in need of a conversation partner, although he still can't figure out why he was the one chosen for the purpose.

Time passes and Olli starts visiting the prince more regularly, so that he can no longer hide it from his sort-of-girlfriend, who is just as curious as Olli is to find out why the prince has taken such a liking to Olli. Olli wishes he knew, especially because the more he spends time with the prince, the more he begins to like him; his sense of humour and his kind, calm nature and, of course, his looks, both with and without glasses. He curses his horny bisexual ass for beginning to fantasize about the prince, because what chance would he ever have with someone so above him in the class hierarchy? And even if he would, he's a prince for fuck's sake, so it would be doomed before it would even begin.

He talks about prince Alex to his roommate Joonas aaaaaaall the time, enough for Joonas to get the gist eventually, although he says nothing of it, because he reckons he should let Olli have that realisation by himself 🤭

I don't think I'm ever actually going to write this (the perfectionist in me would not want to half-ass any ballet nor royalty-related details), but if I did, it would be so incredibly slow burn that Olli and Prince Alex wouldn't even kiss until chapter 12 or something lol. But when they do, it quickly escalates from there, because they're just so into each other and it just feels so nice 😭 so that eventually they start making out the second Olli enters Aleksi's chambers lol, and maybe there's also some dry humping on a very old and expensive satin sofa 🥰

And I hope you hadn't forgotten about the 'anal fingering' tag I talked about lol, because oh my oh my 😌 So Olli is still seeing that girl from his ballet company, mostly just to hook up because he doesn't really know how to say no to people (and the sex is still pretty good tbf). One day while blowing/wanking him, the girl sneaks a finger up his bum. Olli sort of freaks out, mostly because he's caught off guard but also because it felt surprisingly good, even though he asked the girl to stop (he's a top and has never been penetrated before; btw this is low-key inspired by a scene in the latest season of Sex Education lol). He becomes curious though and later asks Joonas about how it feels. Joonas, the good fuck-buddy he is, offers to finger Olli, and......... yeah. Imagine Olli arching his back in pleasure as Joonas fingers him 🥵

So the next time he visits the prince and they get all hot and bothered, he instructs Aleksi to finger him and 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 (now imagine Aleksi sitting on that royal sofa and Olli straddling him, sort of 'riding' his fingers until he cums 😳🫠

Aaaaaaaand that's about how far I've gotten with this as of yet, I sort of got stuck with the visual image of Olli being fingered 🙈 obviously this has a happy ending, although not without drama, but I'm yet to figure out the rest of this. I'll keep you updated? 😇 One scene that I have imagined that would take place way after Olli and Prince Alex are deep in their secret relationship is one of Olli helping Aleksi put on some black eyeliner and other cool make-up to make him unrecognizable (at least at first glance) and oh-so-hot so that they can hit the club together and make out on the dance floor without no one batting an eye 🥰 (obviously this would eventually end up on the tabloids when someone recognizes him but sshhhhh let's not talk about that 😭)

The others will be there too, of course, even though I haven't really given that much thought. I was thinking Tommi could be Joonas new-found fuck buddy since Olli is now too busy fucking the prince. I was also first thinking Joonas could be a ballet dancer as well, but I think I'd prefer him to be doing something else (or maybe he used to be a dancer and that's how he and Olli met but he had to retire because of an injury or smth). Joel could also be their more grumpy roommate, a catwalk model maybe. Niko? No clue. Any ideas? 👀

[yakumtsaki]

It’s a new day and Half-Alien Prof is still on the premises because SHE STAYED THE NIGHT. I legit still can’t believe this is happening, VICTORIA IS ROLLING IN HER VAST MAUSOLEUM.

-What the hell am I looking at?

You’re looking at the consequences of your actions, Eliza, not that you give a fuck.

-I sure don’t.

Meanwhile, DJ Verse destroys Sophito with FACTS and LOGIC.

-Nice try, manwhore, you think I don’t know you’re banging your way through every sorority? -Hey! I’m banging my way through the fraternities, too!

Ya you tell her, Soph!

-What are these darn kids doing in the hot tub, I wanted to soak my arthritic bones and then bang Reginald in it!

First of all GROSS, secondly they’re on a date having a fight about ladybugs, as one does.

I hadn’t noticed until now that DJ has a modified version of the Wyatt template, so she and Sophito have the exact same nose LOL. I still miss Wyatt💔

My dedication to Sophito’s awful LTW truly knows no bounds, apparently I’m even willing to sacrifice his education as I completely spaced out during this date with Blossom Moonbeam (who I thought was named Blossom Moonblossom and was disappointed to find it’s not so) and he missed like half his final exam. 

-Uhh, Soph, shouldn’t you have left like 2 hours ago? -Nah it’s fine, Junie, I’m taking it same time as Liz and she said she’d come get me when it was time to go. -Ya, she left 2 hours ago. -Of course she did. ‘Xcuse me, Blossom Moonblossom. -That’s not my name. -It should be, it’s way funnier. 

Thankfully nothing, not even Eliza’s sabotage, can beat those brainchad Sophie genes! I’m not even gonna show you everyone else’s grades, but rest assured, they were horrible (as usual) except June’s (as usual). We’re officially half-way through college now, man does time fly when you’re on the worst college run ever.

Liz is currently going through it, so I cave and have her throw this toga party she wants, even though our last party was the stage of Reginald bringing untold shame on this family.

Well that’s just great. Having fun, Liz?

-It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.

Obvious Business Major is very cute but since we’ve already gone on a date with her it’s time to dump her for Phineaus Furley’s r/atheism ass.  

-Hey there ;) -Oh my God, someone wants to talk to me!!! Of course, there is NO GOD.  -Greeting you was a mistake ;)

Good Lord, Phineaus Furley, will you stop ranting at Sophito?? You are the worst date of all time. 

-And don’t even get me STARTED on the fact you have a butler. -Ya I know, he’s so glitchy. The last one was super glitchy too, he almost crashed our lot until we fired him. -YOU FIRED HIM?!?! -Well, not me, my ex-girlfriend, Eliza. Well, she wasn’t really my girlfriend, she was my uncle Reginald’s girlfriend, who is now dating Half-Alien Professor. We were just banging. -With the ‘Half-Alien Professor’?? -No, with Eliza. But Eliza is now banging my cousin Wilfred. Well, not only ‘now’, she was also banging him when I was banging her. She’s re-banging him now. Also my grandpa Jojo used to date both of Eliza’s fathers. -’Your grandpa Jojo used to’.. What the fuck?! You know what, I’m just gonna go. Don’t call me! -FINALLY, I thought he’d never fuck off. Had to bust out the family dating history.

At least we’ve found a use for it!

The party’s over, and having learned nothing from the Furley Fiasco, we ask passerby Tom Freshe out.

-Hey, I’m Sophito Union ;)  -Say no more. 

Unlike the previous disaster, this date is actually going pretty well since Tom does not appear to be criminally insane- 

-unfortunately, we are interrupted by YET ANOTHER FIRE. Ok seriously, does it seem to anyone else like this entire generation we’ve been having WAY MORE fires than one should??? Like between all the kitchen fires, the thunder fires, and the trainset fire THAT KILLED CYN this shit is for real starting to feel like the number of fires directly correlates to the number of affairs-

-ARE YOU KIDDING ME. BREAK IT UP

-Wow Liz, I can’t believe we almost died. -I can’t believe you passed that exam. Imagine what you could achieve if you actually applied yourself. -Sorry, the only thing I’m ever gonna apply myself to is hooking up with 50 people ;) -God, why are you such a himbo loser?  -I don’t know, why are you such a coldhearted bitch??

Why am I still playing this household???  

ALRIGHT THEN. Can I order a thunderstrike for this bedroom? Thanks so much.

[the-wee-woo-royal]

Birthday Excitement

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY DEAREST DT!! FINALLY AN ADULT!!!

I know you're not really in the Renegades fandom anymore but the characters are all I can write at the moment so bear with me.

I made you a lil something special inspired by this wonderful, creative and visually appealing drawing from a while ago. Now, this fic has two of my favorite of your old headcanons for these men (1. Simon being a fem manwhore -in the best way, I still think about this one sometimes lol- and 2. Hugh being a certified himbo -like that isn't common knowledge lmao- and Hugh being French and Simon being some type of Spanish speaking latino… I used google translate so be nice.) There's also a few callbacks from a few of your old stuff (i underlined em and there's a google doc at the end with it all. Yes, I did my work. Only the best for you.)

A small ittle trip down memory lane with a little royal touch to it (get it… cuz ‘royal’... I’m royal. I’m so funny)

Plus a little added surprise, your welcome (Will I probably not be able to read this later out of embarrassment? Yes. Yall can probably guess...😏)

Trust me, my friend, you're gonna want to read this.

Fic under cut—

Joyeux Anniversaire (Happy Birthday To You)

Feliz Cumpleaños A Ti (Happy Birthday To You)

I… just feel we need more… excitement.

I'm not following, Si.

Ya know… excitement.

It took Hugh getting a random drink of water at 4 o’clock in the morning to realize what Simon meant, but ‘excitement’.

When it came to Simon there was only one thing that would need changing in the excitement area. Not that either of them were… lacking… but a little change wouldn’t hurt.

Simon's birthday was soon, so Hugh waited until then.

Hugh’s been married to Simon for… 5 years now, known him for even longer. It's only right that Hugh knew his husband's favorite animal.

A cow.

The little black and white ones that were so adorable and heart stopping to Simon.

It brought a smile to Hugh’s face when they would have to drive in the mountains and see the cows littered throughout the hills. To see his beloved's wide eyes and adorable grin looking out the window like he’d never seen them before. And the passerby fairs that had a petting zoo. There was always at least one cow. You could bet that it took a lot of convincing to get him to move on when there was a baby cow that he could brush, pet and feed right in front of him. Simon even once tried to buy it from the owner, but was sadly rejected.

With that memory aside, it wasn't too hard to find something that would make Simon's special day. Neither were too particular men, and although Hugh didn't have the best taste in clothing, this was… well … this. Upon opening the package, he already could tell it would look great on him, even he knew that.

In honor of Simon's favorite animal Hugh got himself a cow costume that Simon would certainly enjoy. Among other gifts that were nice and meaningful, but this one was by far the most clever.

He has Kasumi, Tamaya and Evander take Simon out for a brunch. Simon had questioned why Hugh wasn’t joining, his best response was that it was unfair of him to have Simon all day.

Yeah, not the best.

Simon insisted and Hugh said he had some work, which got Simon mad.

Again, not the best.

They had made a series of unbreakable rules a while back to make sure work didn’t take over family time. One of those rules was not a bit of work was to be done on birthdays or holidays unless the world was ending (which had actually happened more than a few times, but they were in the clear now, so there was absolutely no excuse.)

This was why Hugh hated lying. He was so bad at it. For a self-proclaimed politician, he sucked at the lying and fibbing part. His excuses were always either outright dumb or outrageous.

It reminded him of a movie scene he’d watched it Adrian, (Play dumb.. NOT THAT DUMB…).

He eventually got an irritated Simon to go out to brunch alone with their friends while Hugh secretly set up a mini celebration in their Simon’s, it was all of theirs in spirit but it was Simon’s house that they lived in before they got the mansion. He and Simon, the last of the council to be in that house, moved out around 3 years ago, and surprisingly the place hadn’t been bought yet. The landlord did not allow rentals so Hugh he bought the place outright so he would ever have to see those sharks again. He doubted Simon would mind considering what this place meant to the both of them.

It was the first place that they lived together, they experienced everything there. There were so many memories here, one being Simon teaching Hugh how to bake a pie. Another where they talked about Simon's invisibility and that conversation leading up to how Hugh sometimes poops chromium. Also the place was close to one of their favorite parks where they would go on little short dates when they could get away during the Age of Anarchy. Everything about this place holds memories.

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Toi Cent Dux (Your One-Hundred and Two)

Tu Ciento Dos (Your One-Hundred and Two)

Kasumi texted Hugh that they were almost done. She and the rest of them didn’t know exactly what Hugh had planned but just that it was a surprise. Simon, however, was oblivious. They could tell that he was a little angry that Hugh had to do ‘work’ on his birthday.

For a man that can be smart he was so dumb at times.

They did their absolute best to get any negative thoughts out of Simon’s mind, and they succeeded. He seemed so happy and they knew that it would only grow. Hugh may be a himbo, but he knew how to make Simon the happiest man in the world (he could upset him just as fast, not on purpose of course, but that isn’t relevant right now).

Simon tried not to sigh or let the fact that he would be met with a husband that didn’t seem to care about him today. He didn't even get a compliment on his outfit. He put on some nice tight pants that made his butt look big and plump and a crop top, plus his make-up was fire. He’d forgotten his jacket but it didn't take away from the fit.

HE LOOKED HOT AND SEXY!

Absolutely stunning, sex on legs… maybe even better… but nope, nothing out of Hugh.

They walked into the parking lot together, they had all parked together so they didn't need to split.

“Si, keys.” Evander said with a snap of his fingers.

Simon snorted, “Like I’d ever willingly let you drive my car.”

Evander grinned like an idiot, “Well you won't need it because that,” he pointed to a really fancy and expensive looking car that came into view, “is your ride.”

Simon looked between their friends and they all just smiled as they shooed him toward the car.

The very tinted driver rolled down to reveal Hugh. He got out and Simon was able to see all of him. He was wearing… his old cool-guy outfit from Highschool. It was a pink muscle-tee with jeans and a thick belt. The letterman jacket that was always a bit tight was thrown over his shoulder. He leaned against the car, “I was just driving around the neighborhood and spotted something very sweet.” He said in a low voice, tilting his sunglasses down, giving Simon’s body a seductive look.

Evander gagged from behind him, “OK, I'd like the keys now. I wanna leave.”

Simon didn't break eye contact with his husband as he handed them over.

Hugh held out a hand and Simon took it instantly and allowed himself to be pulled in close, “I thought you didn’t care…” Simon whispered, a bit ashamed he thought so lowly of his husband.

Hugh only laughed, “How could I not when you look like this.” He took the jacket and put it around Simon, “Sorry for hiding your jacket and making you forget it. I just really wanted you to wear this one. Like old times.”

Simon slipped his arms in place and his stomach erupted in butterflies.

Exactly like old times.

In the spirit of the past, Simon poked Hugh’s chest, “Since you're wearing the outfit, can you do the thing I've always liked?”

Knowing exactly what Simon meant, Hugh let his arms fall and stood straight. Rolling his eyes, he bounced his pecs a few times and Simon bit his lip.

Hugh stopped, earning a soft whine from the other, and made his way to the passenger door and opened it for his love, “Enough horniness, get in, we’re not done yet.”

Simon looked at him wide eyed, licking his lips, “ Ok, Pap-”

“IN THE CAR!”

Simon giggled as he got in.

Hugh, mi vida, what do you have planned?

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Bonne fête (Happy Birthday)

Feliz cumpleaños (Happy Birthday)

Simon would recognize this neighborhood in a cloud of thick fog. He would be able to tell where he was blindfolded just by the feel.

He knew that after the last turn there would be a pothole and only a few seconds after that the car would stop.

He saw his home.

The old one, the one where everything started.

Dos Mios, it was already great but this is…

No words could describe his surprise and happiness from just being near this place.

“H-how. Does no one live here?” Simon said, perplexed, getting out of the car. Hugh shook his head, “Nope… and nothing’s changed either.”

Simon stood in place while Hugh came around the car, “You went inside?”

“Well… I had to tour it to buy it.”

“Yea, that makes sen- Wait, what?”

Hugh smiled, “Left pocket.”

Simon reached inside the pocket and pulled out a key. He saw the initials he’d written as a kid.

His key.

He hid it under one of the stones in front of the house. He told everyone it was just in case the next owners wanted it but in all reality he just didn't want anyone else using it.

S.W with a n added ‘E’ that stood out against the other faded letters.

“Yeah, I added that. Felt right.” Hugh covered one of Simon’s hand with his own, “You wanna go inside now, baby?”

Simon all but ran to the door, unlocking it and going inside at record speed.

When he stepped inside, he instantly made his way to the living room, as Hugh predicted, where a mass of presents awaited.

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Mon très cher DT (My Dearest DT)

Mi Querida DT (My Dearest DT)

Hugh watched as Simon finished up the slice of cake he’d been working on. He smiled at him and Hugh couldn't help but smile back.

“You like everything?” Hugh said, bring his plate to the sink. Simon let himself fall on the couch, “Of course! It's all perfect.”

“Well I hope you are not all birthday-d out ‘cuz there's still one more thing…” Hugh trailed, pulling one last gift from behind his back.

Hugh handed Simon the last gift, “Wait,” he interjected before Simon could open it, “Ima go to the basement, wait… one minute, then open it and put it on. Meet me there after.”

Simon raised an eyebrow and Hugh grabbed his chin lightly but firmly, “Only this.”

Simon nodded, his breath catching in his throat.

The minute couldn't have gone by any slower. The instructions rang in his head like a tempting bell.

Only this.

When he’d reached 60 in his head, he tore the wrapping off to find a nice, soft and flowy purple holographic skirt. Just the shade he liked too.

Only this.

It just covered his ass, it was merely an inch from showing. He did a little twirl to himself. It was pretty, the colors changing every so slightly.

Hugh’s words stayed true as he only wore the skirt. He wasn't an idiot, he knew what was about to happen. He waited another minute to give Hugh time to finish up whatever he was planning. He grabbed the letterman jacket.

Yeah, Hugh said only the skirt but Simon doubted there would be any bad feelings to him wearing the jacket.

“Oh Hubby… I'm coming down…” Simon called, when there was no response, he took that as an invitation.

No amount of daydreaming could've made him guess that the great Captain Chromium would be ‘w’-sitting on the bed dressed in cow lingerie.

They made eye contact, Hugh blinked at him with a tilted head and a sly smile taking over hip lips, “Moo.”

Simon walked forward slowly, admiring the sight. His eye caught on something familiar.

The corner of the sheet was pulled up, revealing the floral blue mattress they had way back when, “Is this the same mattress?”

Hugh followed his eye line, “Umm, I don't think anyone changed it.. So yes?”

Simon wiggled his eyebrows, “We lost our virginities on this mattress.”

It took Hugh a moment to remember but he mimicked Simon’s face when he did, “Then let's put it to good use once again.”

When Simon was close enough, Hugh reached out and pulled Simon to him, pressing small kisses to his bare chest, “You like the outfit?”

Simon looked down at him, stroking the side of his face. “I love it.”

He knelt on the bed to Hugh’s level and kissed him slowly and sensually. As they invaded each other's senses, Hugh grasped Simon’s bare ass from beneath the skirt, “Good boy,” he whispered, causing Simon to shiver in excitement. Hugh reached behind him and grabbed the mini bottle of lube he’d brought, “It's your birthday, let me pamper you.”

Simon nodded and Hugh took over his mouth, their tongues clashing together in an ongoing battle. There was a slight cold feeling at his entrance but it quickly turned to pleasure as Hugh pumped his fingers in and out of him.

Hugh added another finger after some time, then another, preparing him

When the time finally came Simon allowed himself to be bent forward on the edge of the bed and Hugh took over him. Lifting Simon’s skirt up, Hugh pressed the head of his dick slowly in Simon’s entrance. There was a labored breath from Simon and Hugh leaned forward, biting his earlobe, “Do you want more?” Simon whined in response and Hugh let loose a low laugh, “Words, mon amour.” Simon groaned, “Yes! Please! I want more… so much more… please.”

“As you wish.”

Simon fisted the blankets as Hugh pressed more of himself in him. It hurt a little bit, but the pain was worth it. The reward was worth it.

The low creek of the bed was arousing, the soft grunts from both of them as Hugh started slowly, building both of them up.

Hugh was pressing him deep in the bed, the friction on his own dick making him leak from his tip.

“F-Fuck” Hugh groaned as he hooked Simon’s leg in the cook of his arm and drove himself as deep as possible in his husband. Simon arched his back, his mouth parting letting loose a beautifully deep moan as his prostate was hit. Hugh pulled out half way and repeated the action, watching the way it slipped in and out, rhythmically.

The pleasure took over their bodies in waves. Pulling back, then coming back at them full force.

“H- Oh… Hugh?”

He slowed his thrusts to a stop, allowing Simon to breath and talk.

“Ca- Oh my..” Hugh started sucking on Simon’s neck. He knew exactly what he was doing to the man, “Speak, I can't promise I'll w-wait for much longer…” Hugh tried to play the tough dom for tonight, but the slight stutter reminded the both of them that Hugh’s body was for Simon.

For him to use anyway he pleased. Most assumed that Hugh was ‘in charge’, but more often than not, it was Simon who had Hugh wrapped around his perfect little finger.

“I wanna see you.” Simon finally breathed.

Hugh waited until Simon was situated on the bed before making his move, “Where do you want me, Love?”

Simon sent in a smile, his eyes full of arousal, “Still on top… please, Papi.”

Hugh wasted no time setting himself between Simon’s open and awaiting legs. Hugh removed the horned headband from his head and placed it on Simon, who tilted his head and mimicked him from earlier, “Moo.”

He captured Simon's mouth in a deep, rough kiss and took that as an opportunity to slip himself back into his husband. They both moaned at the feeling and the noises only got louder as their movements got faster and rougher.

Neither man liked to be handled delicately.

They were past the soft touches and hesitation. They left that stage of their relationship years ago. It was rough, now. Just as both of them liked it. Hugh couldn't be marked but it didn't stop Simon from acting like he could. Sucking and grabbing Hugh’s body to ground himself. Though it was him whose body was battered in the best way. Bite marks and hickey's littered Simon’s body. Being able to touch them the next day and have his body erupt in tingles at just the memory.

One of Hugh’s hands was on the headboard, and Simon would feel his back muscles working underneath his hands. The other was holding his leg wide open. Simon’s other leg was wrapped tightly around Hugh’s waist, allowing minimal space between them. And Hugh wouldn’t stop attacking his neck and jawline. Not that he wanted him to stop.

Anything but stop

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Joyeux Anniversaire (Happy Birthday To You)

Feliz Cumpleaños A Ti (Happy Birthday To You)

“I'm guessing you're hungry right now” Hugh sighed into his husband's neck. He felt the slight laugh in Simon’s chest and he groaned, “for something actually edible, mon amour?”

“Boring… but yeah, kinda.”

Hugh got up and Simon admired the sight. He didn’t know when exactly their special clothes had gotten taken off, but wasn’t complaining. Hugh picked up the discarded costume, “Would you like to enjoy this a little bit longer?”

Simon bit his lip, “Maybe…,” he sunk into bed, pulling the cover up to kid his reddening cheeks.

Hugh chuckled, “Well then, give me a moment, this thing is hard to get on and I'd rather not me struggling be a turn off so I’ll be in the bathroom.”

Simon took his leaving as a sign for him to get up too. Stretching out his back, he spotted his discarded skirt and Hugh’s jacket. After a few minutes of mentally preparing himself to get out of bed, he put them on, not even asking Hugh if that's what he wanted. He already knew that answer, if he did ask, “Is that even a question, Amour?”. He could hear it in his mind perfectly.

When Hugh came back out his heart did a flip in his chest. They had just had sex like this but he couldn’t get over how damn sexy he looked.

They made their way back upstairs and Hugh pulled two bowls from the refrigerator and put them in the microwave.

When they came out Simon couldn’t help but laugh, “My favorite noodles!”

Hugh laughed with him, “It's your birthday, Was I not going to get them?”

Simon leaned over and kissed him, “Thank you for bringing me back here. Thank you for showing me love in so many different ways.”

“Anything for you, mon coeur.”

Happy Birthday

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-The doc mentioned in the begining: here

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‘Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know’: Part 2 (Javier Peña x F!Reader)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 

Description: After the night in your apartment together, things between you and Javi have been... well... awkward, to say the least. If you didn't know any better you’d say he was actually avoiding you, which isn’t ideal considering you’ve now been partnered together for a raid in the jungle. What could possibly go wrong?

A/N: So, ok. I did NOT expect such a lovely and overwhelming response to the one shot I did for this prompt. I was so touched that basically I couldn't resist giving in to @delorena​‘s request for a part 2... and a soon to be released part 3, as this baby was getting long XD Sorry!

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, canon-typical violence, reference to death, references to drugs, threat, my poor ass attempts at translating Spanish, Javi being an idiot (let me know if I missed anything)

Masterlist:

It had been a month since that night in your apartment: the night that had seen you waking up next to your partner, Javier Peña. 

Yeah.

Even now, it felt like some kind of surreal dream to think about. It probably didn’t help that neither of you had actually spoken about it since then, simply heading out the door the next morning, off to work like nothing had happened. 

Then again, what had happened? Other than you making a drunken ass of yourself in front of the guy who was both your colleague, but also your crush. It wasn’t like you’d kissed or slept with each other, in the usual sense of the word. Instead, you’d actually just slept. Fully clothed. With Javier Peña. 

If anything, that fact alone should have been enough to tell you not only had nothing happened, it most likely never would. This was the Javier Peña, after all. He normally slept with anything with a pulse. So, despite his confession that night about his recent lack of companions, you were surprised to say the least that he hadn’t made some kind of move. Not then, and not in any of the days since.  

Maybe he didn’t see you as attractive? God. Wouldn’t that be the fucking kick in the teeth you didn’t need. Or, maybe he was just trying to preserve your working relationship? After all, you did spend almost every minute of your waking lives together, watching each other’s backs out in the field and the treacherous world Escobar had created. You couldn’t afford distractions. Distractions could get you killed. 

But even if that was the case, why did it do nothing to soothe the hurt you felt in your gut? A hurt that had been impossible to shift since the moment Javi had woken you that fateful morning and hurriedly shot you a ‘goodbye’ as he ran out the door without you. 

“This way Steve won’t see me leaving your apartment,” he’d explained casually, pulling on his shoes as you watched from the doorway. 

You’d only been awake for two minutes before noticing that the bed had been empty next to you. Not only that, but it was cold to touch, as if no one had slept on it in some time. The thought had made your stomach turn, and you knew you couldn’t entirely blame your hangover for the sudden urge to hurl as you hurried out of bed and found yourself here. 

Needless to say, you were more than surprised to see Javi fully dressed, and almost creeping out the front door like some guilty one night stand. 

A one night stand who’d made pancakes? God. Could this have got any stranger?

“Y/N. You’re up?”

If you didn’t know better, you’d have said he sounded disappointed by that fact. Like, he’d been planning on being gone well before you woke up. That would explain the stack of pancakes and glass of OJ on the side, and the hastily scrawled post-it note beside it. 

- Eat these and drink some water. You’ll feel better.

That was all he’d been planning to give you after last night? 

Not even a goodbye?

Just some home cooked food and a crappy note?

You felt like you had to still be drunk. There was no other explanation for this bizarre scenario, not considering the genuine vulnerability Javi had shown you the night before. Had you dreamt half of the things he’d said and done the night before? After all, for someone who had kissed your forehead and called you ‘querida’ he seemed pretty keen to be rid of you. 

Had he just been pandering to your drunken state? Had he simply not meant it in any other way than friendly? Had you read more into it, hoping for what wasn’t really there in some kind of grief fuelled haze? 

If so, you’d really fucked up and had no one but yourself to blame. It would take more than one good night to prove Javier Peña - the manwhore of Bogotá  - had changed. To think otherwise had been foolish and naive, and most likely due to the amount of alcohol in your system.  

“You not eating? Why make it if you’re not gonna eat any of it?”

“I already ate,” Javi explained hastily, “I hope you don’t mind. I should get going and I didn’t want to wake you yet. I figured you could use the rest after...”

“Yeah, of course,” you’d stammered, blearily trying to make it make sense as you noticed the freshly washed frying pan beside the sink. How long had he been awake? Had he even slept at all? “You uh, you want some coffee before you go?”

“No, thanks. I’ll grab some at work. This way, I can get back to mine and shower before I leave.”

“You can use the shower here, if you want?”

“No, thanks,” he’d repeated, rubbing the back of his neck and hauling on his jacket. If he sensed the sharpness to his tone, he didn’t address it. Instead, he just scoffed as if this whole thing was just some cosmic joke between the pair of you. “Last thing we need is for Steve or Connie to see me coming out of here and start making assumptions about last night, am I right?”

You’d frozen. 

Would that have been so bad? Bad enough to make Javi look like he was trying to escape from sicarios, and not you? 

You didn’t trust yourself to do much more than fake a laugh back and nod in agreement. Burying your hurt was for the best as you thanked him one last time for his help the night before. “I’ll see you in a couple hours, then?”

“Sure thing, Y/N. See ya in a bit.” 

With that, he’d shut the door and left you staring after him, just as confused as you were now, a whole month later.

It just didn’t make any sense, no matter how many times you’d played that night over and over in your head - which was quite a lot, if you were being honest. The sudden lack of leads from Escobar’s men had seen to that, forcing you, Steve, and Javi, to spend a hell of a lot of time stuck at your desks at the embassy, sorting paperwork and trying to find ways to keep yours minds from wandering. 

It was easier said than done. 

No matter how many extras files you offered to handle, you still couldn’t get Javi out of your mind. Not when he was always sat opposite you, smoking away or making conversation with Steve… and occasionally you, but only when he had to - something you’d noticed early on. 

Even Steve had noticed Javi’s sudden aversion to being left alone with you. It was beyond odd, and had lead to him staring at the pair of you with a baffled look on his face as Javi seemed to always find somewhere else to be just as he was about to leave you two alone. 

It was like your own version of hell. 

At this point, you’d almost pay one of Escobar’s men to give you an excuse to get out of the embassy and away from the suffocating tension that lingered between you. 

“What the hell is going on between you?” Connie had pried, barging into your apartment as soon as Steve had filled her in on the latest situation between you and Javi. One look at her determined expression had warned you she wasn’t leaving without answers. “Did something happen the other night? When he walked you home after the bar?” 

With a sigh, you’d told her everything from first to last, hoping she’d be able to make some sort of sense out of it. 

“I just don’t get it, Con. I mean… he made fucking pancakes and slept in my bed. Then the next day, it’s like he can’t even look at me.”

“Did he say anything about it?”

You groaned, busying yourself with opening the bottle of wine Connie had brought with her. It was easier than letting her see the guilt on your face as you replayed your failed attempts to confront the man. 

“I… I haven’t actually asked him about it,” you whispered. 

“Y/N!”

“I know Connie-“

“Are you kidding me?”

“No,” you protested, ripping off the cork and emptying a worrying amount of the wine into your glass. Once you’d deemed your glass full enough for this conversation, you passed the bottle back and tried to ignore her disapproving glare. She looked scarily like your fourth grade teacher when she did that. “I know how it sounds, ok? I just can’t! I chicken out whenever I try and, I have tried! It’s like trying to wrestle an eel trying to get him alone with me for more than thirty seconds.”  

It was Connie’s turn to sigh, running a hand through her hair as she leant back into the couch. “So Steve tells me.” 

“Oh? What else has Stevie been saying?”

“Just that he’s worried about you two,” Connie continued, smirking at the outraged expression on your face. “I’m his wife, Y/N. He’s gonna tell me stuff, and by the sounds of it, you two aren’t exactly being subtle about the whole thing. It’s been driving Steve mad. I had to talk him out of locking you both in a closet until you two worked this out.”

You paused. Oh, Steve was gonna get it next time you saw him. 

And he called Connie dramatic? Locking you in a closet? What was this? Some cheesy telenovela? 

“For a DEA agent, he can be an idiot sometimes. As if that was gonna work.”

“Who knows,” Connie laughed, shrugging her shoulders. “But at least it might have got you two talking again, even if only about how much you both hated Steve. It would have been a start.”

Sure, but the start of what? 

You weren’t sure anymore of where your life was headed, or even where you wanted it to be headed. Your relationship - or non-existent one - with Javi, was just one more murky variable you had yet to decide on. 

Did you even want to fix things? He had been the one to cut you off after all. Why should you go running after someone who clearly didn’t want you, or value you? You were better than that. You were worth more than that. 

Whatever his problem was, it wasn’t on you to fix it. 

“A start of a court case after we murder each other, you mean?” you grumbled, taking another desperate gulp of wine. However, you did your best not to spit it out a second later as Connie said something you’d never thought you’d hear… not outside of your dreams, anyway. 

“Or, the start of a relationship? I mean, honestly, Y/N? I think he likes you.”

“What?”

“I mean it,” Connie hummed thoughtfully. “Why else would he spook like this? I saw how he was looking at you that night, gazing at you in the rearview the whole way home. He likes you and knowing him, he probably doesn’t do feelings very often. He’s probably scared to feel like that about someone. Especially, someone he works with.” 

You snorted at the absurdity of it. Did Connie hear herself? She was talking bullshit. Sure, Javi had said that he hadn’t been seeing his informants in his usual sense any more, but he could have been lying. Or, he could have found some other source of comfort. Either way, it wasn’t proof he had feelings for you. Not real feelings. Not feelings that would warrant this level of panic. 

“Holy shit. You sound like my Mom.”

“What?”

“She used to tell me crap like, if a boy’s mean to you it’s because he likes you,” you sniggered, trying to ignore the brief flicker of hope that lingered, even now. ”But he doesn’t. If he’s mean, he’s mean and you should shove him on his ass.”

Connie smirked. “You wanna shove Javi on his ass?”

“Yes, no, I mean…” you babbled, caught off by her logic. “I’m just saying, he doesn’t like me. I thought he did, Con, but he doesn’t. End of story. He made it perfectly clear when he ran out my apartment like I’d given him a disease. This is Javi, we’re talking about, Connie. You know him as well as I do. He slept next to me and didn’t make a single move the whole night. What does that tell you about how he sees me?” 

“I think it says a lot,” Connie sighed. “And that he has enough of a conscience not to make a move on an upset, drunk, grieving woman.” 

“Be that as it may, he doesn’t get a medal for being a good person.”

“No, but it does tell you a lot about him and how much he cares about you. Why else would he do all that? And, not tell anyone about it either? It’s not like he did it for the good-guy points.”

You hated how right she was. You also hated how this conversation wasn’t making anything clearer at all. If anything, it had just got more complicated. 

It was official: things had been much simpler before Javier Peña had come into your life. 

——

As with most things in your life, there was a certain inevitability about things. Like, no matter how hard you tried to avoid something - or someone - they nearly always ended up catching up with you eventually. Honestly, you didn’t know why you were surprised to find Javi was one of those things. 

Clearly, the universe was done with letting you two try and work things out by yourselves. Fate had got bored and decided to step in and intervene, or so you grumbled quietly, listening to the Ambassador’s orders with horror: You were off on an assignment. 

Not just any assignment either, but a raid. A big raid at that, hoping to bust one of Escobar’s labs located out in the jungle. The intel had come via one of Javi’s informants and had somehow been proven as true enough to act on. But of course, things were never simple. 

Not only were you going on a raid, but you were partnered off in teams with individual areas to take charge of once you hit the ground. It was standard procedure and nothing to throw you off your game, but it was who your teammate was that concerned you. 

None other than Javier Peña himself - a fact that made you wonder if there was any way you could beg Steve into swapping with you. You’d much prefer teaming up with Carillo instead. Even if he was a little cold towards you, at least he didn’t treat you like a nameless nobody. His nonchalance came from professional courtesy, not personal disgust. 

However, you’d never even had the chance to ask. Not when the Ambassador had ordered you all off there and then, piling you into a chopper and dumping your asses on the ground with barely enough time to strap yourselves into tactical gear, let alone negotiate the particulars of the operation. 

At least being out in the field meant Javi had to talk to you. There wasn’t really a way he could avoid it, or even you, given that you were supposed to be keeping each other alive long enough to shut down the operation being run out here. 

One look at the tents and workstations dotted around the surrounding jungle told you this wasn’t going to be easy. There were a lot of workers, and even more weapons between them. Weapons as big and as powerful as your own. 

“Close in on your positions,” a voice ordered, crackling into life over the radio you had hooked up to you. One look at Javi, crouched in the brush beside you, told you’d he’d heard loud and clear. The well-rehearsed signal his hand made, followed by a slow nod, also told you he was ready to move in on the specific area your pair had been told to target. 

“Stay close,” he whispered, almost as if it was an after thought. 

You wanted to roll your eyes, and had you not been about to entire a life threatening situation, you probably would have. Instead, the best you could do was repeat his words back mockingly. 

“You stay close.”

Javi looked surprised by the venom in your voice. 

Thankfully, he was spared the chance to reply as a shout echoed throughout the clearing, sending men charging in all directions, gunfire quick to follow. 

“Go, go, go!”

The command was clear. 

You gripped your gun tightly, raising it and hurrying out of your hiding spot to join the others. Without even looking you could tell Javi was following alongside you, opening fire on the sicarios who were firing back at you. 

You were quick to pick off the immediate threats, choosing your targets and pulling the trigger with a familiar ease that - to this day - made you worry for your soul. Still, as Javi had once told you, it was you or them. When it came down to it, pulling the trigger wasn’t a choice but a necessity. 

You hated the fact his words brought you comfort as you turned and fired a shot at a passing assailant with surprising speed. If only all problems could be removed as easily. 

“Y/N! 9 o’clock!”

You turned, firing again before registering it had been Javi that had warned you. 

So, he did remember your name after all. 

You didn’t know if that made things better or worse between you considering he’d just been choosing not to use it. Either way, you knew the aggression as you stormed through the tarp flaps of the tent wasn’t entirely due to the men you knew would be inside. 

“¡Detener!” you bellowed, watching as Javi mirrored you. “Deje el arma y levante las manos donde pueda verlas.” (*Stop! Put down the gun and put your hands up where I can see them)

“Estas bajo arresto!”  (*You’re under arrest!)

Your voice was loud, even if your Spanish was still a little rough despite being in Colombia for almost eight months. It wasn’t like you had Javi to teach you while you worked anymore, but you knew enough by this point to get by. 

You also knew a remarkable amount of insults and swears - words that were quickly thrown at you by the men in front of you, hands raised and cocaine powder staining their hands from their nearby work stations.  

“Maldita perra americana,” one spat, as if not caring you had a gun pointed at his head.  (*Damn American Bitch)

“Puede que sea una perra, pero soy el que tiene la pistola, pendejo,” you warned, reminding yourself that you couldn’t kill the bastards for simply annoying you. They were unarmed and workers, even if people like these had been behind your sister’s OD. It was their cocaine, shipped in to the US, in packages like the ones surrounding you, that had lead to your sister’s demise. 

(*I might be a bitch but I'm the one with the gun, asshole)

“Sigues siendo una perra-” (*You’re still a bitch)

“Want to say that again? Huh?” Javi barked, surging towards the one who had spoken and grabbing his sweat-stained wife-beater in his fist. With surprising ferocity, he slammed the man back against the wooden pillar in the centre of the tent and pressed his gun into his cheek. “¿Quieres decirme eso a la cara? O eres un bastardo muy valiente o muy estúpido.”

(*Do you want to say that to my face? Either you are a very brave bastard or a very stupid)

“Javi!” you scolded, eyes wide at your partner. Sure, this wasn’t the first time Javi had been a little unorthodox with his methods, but he’d never been so openly violent or unhinged in front of you. He normally left that to Carillo, or at least waited until you weren’t watching. He knew how you hated it. “Javi! Let him go! Just cuff him already.”

“Oh, I don’t know. What’s one more dead asshole?”

The man had the decency to finally look terrified as he whimpered, squirming under Javi as he looked at you, as if begging for you to rein in your partner. 

“I could pull the trigger, here and now. No one would care.”

“No! NO! Por favor. Lo siento.” (*Please. I’m sorry)

“Javi,” you snapped. “Fucking stop, already! What is wrong with you? Jesus!”

Your horror must have finally got through to him as Javi tensed, throwing the man to the floor before looking at you with guilt in his eyes. 

This man was just a puzzle wrapped in an enigma. You could never work him out. Never. After all, this man was the man who’d been treating you like you had the plague, but now? Now he was seconds away from losing it over one sicario insulting you? 

It wasn’t like you weren’t used to it. You’d been called a lot worse by a lot more terrible people. 

What was wrong with him? It couldn’t just be because you were his partner. You were Steve’s partner and it took more than the odd asshole calling you a bitch to rile him up. 

Speaking of your partner, you were pleased to hear his voice interrupting over the radio, speaking to you from his position the other side of the site. It was like he knew something was wrong between them. “Come in, Peña? L/N? Can you hear me?”

“Yes, Steve. We hear you,” you replied swiftly, unable to look at Javi as he finally cuffed the guy, beginning to hand him and the other workers off to the soldiers that were now joining you. “This side is secured.”

“Good. We’re headed over to you guys now. We’re just processing how much damn product there is. My bet is it’s worth at least a couple million. Carillo says closer to ten million.”

You scoffed. Typical. You’d been in a war zone a matter of minutes ago, and your colleagues were already placing bets like this was just some game? 

“Put me down. $10 says it’s five million.“

Steve laughed. “You got it. Escobar is gonna lose his shit. Peña?”

Javi was slow to respond, taking a deep breath as he ran a hand through his hair. You knew he was trying to look like he was thinking it over, but his eyes gave him away. Even behind his signature yellow aviators. He was too busy staring between you and the floor to be paying all that much attention. 

Suddenly, the tent seemed all the more stifling and it wasn’t because of the humidity of the Colombian jungle. 

“Uh… seven, put me down for seven.”

“You got it! Hurry your asses up and meet us at the rendezvous. We need to fucking celebrate.” 

You were quick to follow his instruction, turning and hurrying out of the tent before you could pass out. Unfortunately, the sound of footsteps behind you told you Javi had done the same. Perhaps it was Steve’s promise of celebrating that had him moving with surprising speed as you began to make your way back to the centre of the site, where Carillo would be co-ordinating the effort to wrap this operation up. 

It would take a while, if not the rest of the day, to catalogue everything and start moving the detainees somewhere for interrogation. Even if they were just grunt workers, you knew someone likely knew something that could give you a lead towards catching Escobar. 

That was why you were here, after all. To catch the bastard behind all of this. Not to make friends, or have an adventure, or all the other bullshit you’d been telling yourself since you’d moved down here. This was just a job. One that you’d be glad to finish, sooner rather than later, especially if it meant you didn’t have to deal with the agent walking behind you. 

You could feel his eyes boring into the back of your head as you marched across the clearing. It was like he was just waiting to say something but couldn’t bring himself to spit it out. 

That was a first. A speechless Javier?

“You want to tell me what happened back there?”

Your words hung in the air, the offer clear even without you looking at the agitated agent behind you. All you could hear in response was the undergrowth crunching beneath his boots as he took a breath, as if debating whether to answer. 

“Nothing happened.” 

“Oh, really?” 

“Yes, really.”

“So you don’t want to explain to me why you almost went ape shit back there?”  

“I did not,” he huffed, sounding oddly bored by the conversation. “I was merely apprehending a possible threat. He was disrespecting you but also the DEA. You’re not going to make me explain defending a colleague, are you?”

“Like how Steve’s cat was DEA?” you scoffed, disbelief evident as you stopped dead in your tracks and whirled to face him. God. Even through your hate you couldn’t help but admire the way he looked, with his sinful dark green button down clinging to him in the heat. Even with his tactical vest still on, you could see that the top two buttons were undone, which didn’t help matters at all. “All he did was throw a few nasty words my way, Peña. I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

Javi looked stunned you’d even suggest otherwise. “I never said you couldn’t.”

“Then why did you-?”

You never got the chance to finish the question. 

You’d barely even opened your mouth to start before you were interrupted by the sudden chorus of startled shouts, echoing across the clearing. Panic was almost tangible in the air as your head turned, staring towards the structure nearest you as a shout of “¡Bomba! ¡Hay una bomba! ¡Todos se mueven! Es una trampa. Va a explotar. Carrera” rang out. 

You weren’t fluent in Spanish, but as you said before, you knew enough words to get by. The words ‘bomb’, ‘trap’ and ‘run’ were definitely clear enough for your heart to race and your eyes to widen in shock. 

Before you could even move, you felt arms wrap around your body, hauling you to the ground as an earth shattering explosion sent the world turning. 

The entire world felt like it shook as dirt and debris erupted overhead, causing you to curl in on yourself tightly. You could only hear ringing in your ears as you struggled to make sense of what had just happened. 

A bomb.

There had been a bomb. 

Fuck. Escobar had likely left it as a fail safe in case the place was raided as it had been today. Someone had likely set it to explode the moment your team and Search Bloc had come running out of the trees. 

Oh god. 

A weight was pressed against you, arms holding you close to someone as your world began to righten itself. Only as your vision stopped spinning were you able to realise someone was holding you, shielding your body beneath theirs as they’d thrown you both to the ground. 

The sudden smell of cigarettes, whiskey and cologne told you exactly who it was on top of you. The feel of his hands around you was also a pretty big clue, given how you’d memorised their feel a month ago, when he’d held you similar to this… in a bed… soothing you as you’d drifted to sleep, safe and sound. 

“Y/N?”

Javi’s voice was soft in your ear as he repeated your name over and over until you seemed to acknowledge him. It must have been shock that kept you still for so long, unresponsive as he sat up, releasing you and checking you over with pure unadulterated terror on his face. 

“Y/N? Can you hear me? Are you hurt?”

“Javi?” you whispered. 

You had to be concussed. Maybe you’d hit the ground harder than you’d thought? There was no way Javi would be looking down at you with such kindness and relief, an expression all too similar to the one he’d worn as he’d put you to bed before. 

The old Javi? Maybe. But this new Javi, the one who had appeared in old-Javi’s place, recently? No. He could barely give you the time of day, let alone do something as monumentally stupid as this. Risking his life to save yours without even hesitating? 

It was enough to make your eyes water.  

“I… I’m fine,” you croaked, pulling away all-too quickly and scrambling to your feet again. The world swayed dangerously, but you weren’t about to give Javi the satisfaction of holding on to him for support. You were fine, all things considered. “You good?”

Javi nodded, also getting to his feet. “Yeah. Yeah I am.”

You’d been lucky. A quick glance behind you told you the explosion’s epicentre had been close enough to you both to knock you down, but far enough away to avoid any real damage. Hopefully, no one had been injured… or worse. 

Suddenly, it all became too real, too fast, as you realised what had almost happened. You stared at Javi, trying to prove to yourself that you were both ok. 

He wasn’t bleeding. 

He wasn’t wounded. 

He was simply coated in dirt and sweat, and still looking unfairly handsome for it. 

It wasn’t fair. Not by a long shot, and considering the hellish day you’d had, it was no surprise your temper finally seemed to snap, terror quickly gave way to relief, which quickly gave way to something else… Rage. 

“You asshole!” you seethed, slapping Javi’s arm as hard as you could. The yelp he gave wasn’t nearly as satisfying as you’d hoped for, but his surprise was. He looked at you like you’d lost your damn mind. Maybe you had? Who knew anymore? “You utter asshole, Javi! What were you thinking? Actually, you clearly weren’t thinking else you’d never have been so stupid as to pull a stunt like that back there-”

“Stupid? I was looking out for you!”

“I didn’t ask you to, Peña,” you snarled, pointing at him. “Why would you even care if I got a bit of shrapnel in me? It would do you a favour, actually, if I ended up in the hospital for a few days. Give you a break from me and trying to avoid me.”

“What?” he choked, looking genuinely horrified by your declaration. So much so that it took him a minute to realise you’d started to march away from him, intending on getting back to the others and the hell out of here. “Y/N. Stop. Don’t be ridiculous.”

His hand was warm as it touched your arm, turning you to face him as he had that night in the hallway. Yet again, you were forced to recoil, growling at the pity you found staring back at you. 

“Do NOT touch me!”

“What-?“

“You can’t even look at me for a whole month, Peña, and suddenly you’re willing to be some hero? Taking a damn hit for me? Throwing yourself on top of me like that? How dare you!” you hissed, pure rage and hurt coursing through you as the adrenaline wore off. “I am as capable an agent as you are. I know you don’t think all that highly of people without pricks between their legs, but I don’t need you protecting me. I don’t need anything from you. Not when we both know you don’t care. You made that pretty clear last time.”

Javi blinked, hands on his hips, as if trying to process what the hell was happening. Even through your outrage, you hated knowing that the pain in his eyes was your fault. “Last time? Now wait a fucking minute, if you’re talking about the night Xiomara died-”

“What other fucking night would I be talking about, asshole?” 

“I don’t know! Stop yelling at me and calm down!” 

“I AM CALM!” you screamed, hating the irony of the moment. At least Steve and Carillo weren’t there to witness it. As it was, you could feel the eyes of several officers staring at you as you gave them a show you didn’t need. “Now, why don’t you just do us both a favour and fuck off. You’ve done your hero thing. It worked well last time. Your job is done. Completed. Finished. Wouldn’t want me to think you actually cared about me.”  

“Y/N-”

“No, Javi!”

“Y/N,” he snarled, rooting you to the spot as something cold ran down your spine. The feel of his hand loosely gripping your arm was enough to make your heart stop all over again. “Just… let me explain, ok? Please?” 

You’d hardly ever heard Javi say that word: please. Let alone so desperately, so brokenly, as if afraid you’d say no. That you’d walk away and leave him standing there. 

On one hand, it would have served him right given he’d all but done the same thing to you. However, you didn’t have it in you to be petty, and it would have been petty to carry on this feud just to spite him. To cause him pain. To make him feel how he’d made you feel. 

Was it wrong to want that? 

Was it wrong to not want that? To replace this rage with something better? Something else entirely that would make the ache inside of you go away and allow you to get back on with living your life. 

Then again, how could you? How could you go back to how things had been before, with your shared jokes and hidden smiles? With his habit of bringing you coffee from the place you both liked on the corner, every morning? With his kind words and ability to put a smile on your face even after the darkest of days? 

To go back to that also meant going back to him seeing you as a friend and nothing more. To acting as if the private conversations, and the vulnerability he’d gifted you with in your apartment, hadn’t ever happened. To watching as he drank, smoked, and fucked away any real emotion he had. 

Be that as it may, despite it all, he’d at least acknowledged your existence… 

A minute passed before you took a breath and mustered the courage to look back at him. 

“Ok.”

Javi’s body instantly relaxed as he realised what you’d said. “Thank you,” he sighed, gesturing to the waiting helicopter further down the hill. The invitation was clear. “But… just not here, ok? We can talk back at the embassy or at your place, or mine, just… somewhere private.”

You nodded. You had a feeling you’d both need it for the conversation awaiting you both. 

“Ok. We can talk back at mine. Let’s just get the hell out of here first.”

You didn’t have to ask him twice. 

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

C I and O for Nick Jackson please 👀

F I and O for our favorite manwhore Matthew 👀

AHHHHH. I LOVE YOU FOR THIS. But also, I insist, he might be your favorite manwhore (Ignore me, i tell lies hes one of mine so yeah, more attention whore matty coming right up, ma’am! with much love) anyway.. Lets do this!!

After this posts, the letters C I and O are off the table for Nick and the letters F I and O are off the table for Matt Jackson, loves.

[ send me letters and wrestlers; get back sweet filth ]

Warnings:

Sexual content below. This is not intended for minors, even though it’s not that wild or anything. If you’re a minor and you choose to keep reading after the warnings, that’s on you and there’s nothing I can do about it. You were warned here.

Body fluids & Oral sex tw.

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[ faq | masterlist | tag list doc ]

NICK JACKSON;

Yes, I did my favorite Buck first, lmaoo... Gonna spank me for it, bb? You know i like that shit.

C - Cum, anything to do with cum, we’re all dirty thirsty hoes here. fuck I know I am.

Groans like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted in his entire life when you cum in his mouth while he’s going down on you. Then he makes sure there’s not a drop left. He’s also very very messy, so he’ll lock eyes with you and your juices will still be glistening on his chin.

If he has to pull out during sex... He will cum on your tits. And drag a finger through it, to let you taste it. He gets off on that shit, idk man..

I - Intimacy, how intimate are they in the moment?

Oh god, he’s so fucking intimate. The act of sex is an act of love to him and he cherishes you ( obviously, he’s laying the pipe to you and he’s choosier than his brother, so.. there ya go) so the entire time is spent with him basically worshipping you and being so fucking gentle, kissing and licking and touching you that you’re just blown away.. Even when he’s being a lot rougher with you, he’s such a sweetheart...

O- Oral, their preference in giving/getting, their skills, etc.

Nick prefers giving. Because one, he knows perfectly well how fucking good he is at it and how it makes you feel, and two, it’s his way of showing you just how much he wants you. Again, another sloppy one when it comes to going down on you, but he will definitely lick you clean. Like I’ve said before on a few others, not a drop is wasted. 

When you’re going down on him, the deeper you can take that thick cock in your throat, the more he will whimper and buck his hips and pull your hair and encourage you. And if you swallow and he watches, he will grab you up and fucking wreck you after because it just turns him on that much.

MATT JACKSON;

F - Favorite position, this goes without saying.

This is Matty, the manwhore. Any position he can get you in is his favorite so long as he’s fucking/making love to you. He’s not picky about positioning at all, I don’t think.

I - Intimacy, how intimate are they in the moment.

He’s kind of lowkey intimate? Like.. He has his moments where he’s sweet and soft and gentle with you and he’s pressing his forehead against yours, but then he has his moments where all intimacy is out the window and he’s only focused on getting you both off. The latter is usually after/during an argument. Because if you think for one second he won’t continue the fucking argument well into fucking, you’re mistaken. But all the other times, he’s lowkey intimate. He’s not all hearts and flowers and over the top. Especially if he doesn’t feel a particular connection. But.. this is not always a good thing, because when he’s being sweet and charming, you will find yourself thinking maybe this is more to him than an in the moment thing...

He’s not an asshole, I swear, he’s just.. Not as quick to realize or own up to it when he does feel things.

O- Oral, their preference on giving/getting, skill level, etc.

Matt prefers getting. There’s just something so fucking hot about him looking down and watching you take his cock deep in your throat, inch for inch. The way you whimper and beg for it, the way your tongue feels swirling around his member that just.. He prefers the way it feels. Not to say he won’t give you oral at all, but I am saying he strongly prefers to get it than give it a lot of the time...  Oh, he knows what he’s doing. Trust me. He knows exactly how to work his tongue and fingers. He knows just the right way to lick and nip and suck at your clit to get you dripping and begging and coming apart beneath him.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

A HIGH PRICE TO PAY

Prompt: When Y/N pranked Finn for his birthday,she could never have imagined that a certain Prince would appear to collect the debt of her bad behavior.

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Prince Devitt(Finn Bálor) x Reader

Warnings: +18. Degradation,name calling,cursing,bondage,zapper wand(electroshock),masturbation(female),slight chocking.

@ziasaph I hope I can make you proud sis

Notes: What can I say? I love me some Fergal Devitt hahahahahaha,this man does things to me y’all...Alright my loved ones you know the drill,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

Tsc,tsc

*Oh no,I know that sound,and I don’t like it even one bit* I thought

“What’s the matter my reckless little fuck toy?Are ya scared?” He deeply chuckled,before continue “Ya thought it was funny when ya pranked me!Now it’s not so funny anymore huh?”

“I knew that stupid shock pen prank was going to come back and bite me in the ass!” I whispered to myself,while tightly tied up to the Saint Andrew’s cross.

“And you’re right about that my brat little girl,but if I would have to say it, I wouldn’t use the word ‘bite’ ya in the arse... I would go for something more accurate,like ‘shock’ “ He touched my ass with the zapper and I jumped and gasped loud at both the surprise of the action and the slight pinch due to the electroshock. He laughed out loud,amused with his own action.

“Ya should’ve known better than to disrespect your Prince like that! I think it’s so funny how ya thought that your little bratty behavior would have no consequences.After all this time that you’ve been my play toy,ya should’ve known by now that it doesn’t matter how long it takes...I NEVER forget and I will ALWAYS put ya in your place.”

He proceeded to touch me with the ‘devil’s wand’ (as I like to call it) only this time,on my upper thigh.

When I pranked Finn on his birthday(precisely one month ago),he was leaving for a one month European tour with the WWE.Today’s he’s first day back home and I honestly couldn’t see this coming.I thought he had forgotten about it.Hell,I did! But one thing I could NEVER have expected was that my innocent prank would push ‘Prince Devitt’ out,and I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss that sadistic fucker! He was nothing like my sweet Finn.Devitt was a cold hearted,sadistic,sarcastic,egoistical,cocky asshole! And fuck me,I like that man,I like that man a lot!

Don’t get me wrong, I love Finn,I really do! He’s funny,smart,sweet,caring,goofy,loving man.But there was something about Devitt that fulfills all of my dirty,slutty,wet,kinky fantasies! When Finn is able to ‘bring the Prince out’ his whole energy changes,he becomes more dangerous,more cynical,his eyes become a cool shade of blue,he smells like trouble...you know that one guy your mamma warned you about? That’s what he becomes and I could die a happy woman being able to have the best of the both worlds: the gentleman and the manwhore in just one beautiful Irish man.

“I‘ve missed ya my sweet brat! It’s been too long,don’t ya think? Too long since I got to play with ya...”

Tsc tsc

“Devitt,I swear it wasn’t my intention to disrespect you.It was an innocent joke!”

“Oh c’mon now lass,I don’t believe that,and neither do ya! We both know that ya were dying to see me” He stepped closer until his face was mere inches from mine “We both know that ya were dying to have me play with ya,just the way ya like it: rough and dirty...” He pinched one of my nipples,hard enough to make me whimper. “Treat ya like my good little whore” He pinched my other nipple “My filthy little slut” He zapped me underneath one of my breasts and I gasped loudly

“Oh no,Devitt please don’t do this to me! I’m sorry my Prince,don’t punish me like this please..” He backslapped my face.I gasped again,more from the surprise slap,than from the actual pain.

“Don’t ya dare lie to me! I know and YA know that you’ve had ya fingers buried deep inside your pussy every fucking day thinking about me! Because you can’t get enough of tha Prince! I got you addicted to this dick haven’t I?” He said grabbing his hard cock through his jeans.

“Tell me,tell me what do I do to ya?Do I make ya so turned on that ya want to rub yourself everywhere like a fucking horny dog? Do I make ya so wet that ya thank God the fact ya work from home,so ya don’t have to deal with people staring at your wet pants? Did I made ya so hungry for my cock that not even your fingers can help you anymore?” His words were getting dirtier and rawer with every sentence.Working that primal need inside of me.

“Devitt..” I whispered and he got so close to me that our lips brushed together.

“You’re my favorite of them all ya know that right? Ya are my favorite,dirty,filthy,fuck hole.” He roamed one of his hands through my body and Zapped my belly with the other.

“Look at ya,so helpless..” He wrapped his fingers around my neck and applied some pressure enough to make it hard for me to breath.

“All tied up,looking so deliciously beautiful with the thing I love the most about ya at my mercy.” He stated,gliding two fingers through my wet folds.Once he felt how wet I was,he darkly laughed before saying

“See? That’s what I mean! Where else can I find such a perfect cum dumpster like ya?” He slides two fingers inside of me before continuing “My favorite toy” His fingers started moving at a agonizing slow pace. “You’re my perfect little slut,aren’t ya? Always such a filthy little girl...just for tha Prince!” He begin to finger fuck me at such a brutal pace that my mouth molded a perfect O shape.

“ ‘Oh’ what brat?” He cackled “Do ya want me to go faster?” I shake my head at a ‘no’ motion,just to have him laugh at my face and say “Well,since ya insist!” And he turned up the pace of his fingers.

I was a whimpering,whining mess.

“Please,Devitt..please can I cum? Please let me cum on your fingers?Pleaaseee?Have mercy on me..”

“Mercy on ya?Oh little pet,WE know ya didn’t want to play with me for my merciful side,right?!” He zapped my arms,breasts,thighs and ass.

“I love the power I have over ya! This face you’re making right now...this cum slut face ya make when you’re about to cum,makes me wanna fuck ya until ya can’t walk straight for a week!” He zapped the side of my hips,threw the Zapper on top of the bed and begin to rub my clit at a furious pace while his fingers mercilessly fucked me.

I was so hypersensitive from all those stimulations that I felt like I would pass out once my walls started to clench around his fingers.

“Is my lovely slut gonna cum for me?” He smiled and I could only nod in response.His lips came near my ear and he whispered

“So what are ya waiting for? Show me how much of a whore ya are.Soak my fingers,now!”

My orgasm was so intense that I lost the track of time and space, I didn’t realized he had unbounded me from the Saint Andrews cross until my knees hardly hit the ground with a loud thump. He looked down at me,deviously chuckled before saying

“And where the fuck ya think you’re going slut?” He pulled my hair so I could stand up “I’m just getting started with ya!” He smiled before tossing me onto the bed.

Oh how I’ve missed my Prince...

[kurts-still-here]

Don’t You Want Me Baby Glee TOT Challenge FanFiction

@celery-elliry @useless-fanfictions @gleethisorthatchallenge

Hi everyone, this is my first fic for the Glee TOT Challenge and the prompt I choose was Accidental Sexual Tension because it was perfect for Kurtbastian which is my OTP. Hope everyone enjoys and tells me what they thought of it etheir on here, A03 OR FanFictionNet. Happy reading 🤗🤗😁😁

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“I hate you,” Kurt sneered at Sebastian from across the table.

“I hate you too,” Sebastian snapped back.

“You make me sick,” Kurt retorted. “I’m gonna puke,”

“Good,” Sebastian rolled his eyes, “It’ll ruin that god awful outfit you’re wearing. Don’t you realize you’re a boy?”

“Fashion has no gender. Besides I’ll have you know that my “god awful” outfits get a lot of attention from people. I wish I could say the same for you,”

“Hey, I happen to get a lot of attention from guys,” Sebastian defended.

“I don’t mean sex and hook-ups Sebastian,”

“Oh you so wish you were me. My hook-ups are amazing,”

“Thank god I’ll never found out for myself,”

“You’re such a prude,”

“Meerkat,”

“Priss,”

“Craigslist,”

“I don’t even know what that is so ha,” Sebastian said, crossing his arms and sounding like a child.

“Well then let me add idiot to the list,” Kurt said back.

“You guys,” Blaine yelled at the two boys. Kurt and Sebastian snapped out of their feud with one another to realize that they were still in the choir room and that everyone was staring at them with their jaws dropped and their eyes wide. “You two are supposed to be getting along,”

Ever since Sebastian had transferred to McKinley, the tension between him and Kurt grew and now it was unbearable for the rest of the New Directions. Any chance they got they both went at each other and they both just had to have the last word so they wouldn’t stop until someone butt in and took them away from each other.

It got so bad that Santana and Blaine had betted them that they couldn’t go a day without insulting each other and if there was anything that the two boys hated more than each other, it was being proved wrong. So they had accepted the bet and they had actually been doing pretty good, even complimenting each other, even though their intentions weren’t sincere. But no one knew what had happened between them now because here they were fighting again and this time it was even worse than their previous matches.

“It’s impossible Blaine,” Kurt said, gesturing over to Sebastian. “He’s completely intolerable. I don’t care about the bet anymore, I simply can’t be nice to him,”

“Me neither,” Sebastian pouted “Princess over here is ridiculous,”

“Don’t call me that, my name is Kurt,”

“I’ll call you whatever I want, babe ,” Sebastian said, teasing Kurt with the word “babe,”.

Kurt gasped like Sebastian had just said a homophobic slur and put his hand over his chest. “Don’t call me that, Smythe,”

“Oh come on, you love it,” Sebastian continued to tease. “Just admit it, you’d love to get up on this. I’d rock your little, gay world with all the rainbows and the unicorns,”

“Never,” Kurt huffed, shaking his head, “In your wildest dreams,”

“You’re blushing,” Sebastian said, walking towards Kurt, getting closer and closer. Kurt was indeed blushing but he wasn’t going to admit it.

“It’s hot in here,” was the best excuse he came up with but he knew he wasn’t convincing enough.

“Is it because you’re nervous?” Sebastian asked him, a smile playing on his lips. “Cause you don’t have to be nervous, babe ,”

“I’m not nervous,” Kurt said a little too quickly. “Why are you looking at me like that? Stop walking towards me,”

“Come one Kurt,” Sebastian said, now standing arms length away from him. “Why do you think I’m always trying to rile you up? You’re hot when you’re all angry and prissy. Don’t you like me back,”

Kurt shook his head even though he was starting to think that maybe he did like Sebastian. He wasn’t ugly or anything, maybe he was even handsome. But there was more to a guy than looks and Sebastian’s personality was a big problem. He was arrogant and obnoxious and selfish and he wasn’t funny and he had so many flaws but yet Kurt almost found him… charming. Wait, was he falling for Sebastian? The person who was number one on his list of people to one day humiliate and show up. The person that he had bickered with since the moment they had met each other. He was, wasn’t he?

“You do,” Sebastian continued. “I know you do. Give me a chance and you won’t regret it,”

“I have a feeling I will,” Kurt said, starting to get nervous. Was he going to kiss him? Was he going to ask him out? Were they going to date? Him and Sebastian, what would people think of him being with such a manwhore?

“I’ll prove it to you,” Sebastian said, leaning into Kurt's face. “Kiss me or let me kiss you,”

“No,” Kurt said, trying to move away but Sebastian held his grasp on his wrist. It wasn’t like when Karofsky had kissed him, that was rough and tight but Sebastian’s grasp was almost comforting, soft and light.

“Come one Kurt,” Finn said, encouraging his brother to kiss Sebastian.

“You know you want to, Princess,” Puck shouted over to him.

“Kiss your man boo,” Mercedes smiled over to him and he gave a tight smile back. He was nervous, which was saying something about how much power Sebastian had over him. He was always getting into arguments with him even though he hated the fighting and here he was now, making his heart beat fast and his knees feel shaky. Did he want to kiss Sebastian and did he want Sebastian to kiss him? Yes, he thinks he does.

So he stood up on his toes since Sebastian was much taller than him, wrapped his arms around his neck and brought him closer to himself before kissing him on the lips. It was just supposed to be a small peck on the lips but once Kurt pressed his lips to Sebastian’s they both deepened the kiss and Kurt didn’t want to stop. Sebastian was right when he said that Kurt wouldn’t regret his decision and he was glad that he gave him a chance.

But now he was worried that Sebastian was just using him so he could have a perfect record of sleeping with every gay man in Ohio and that once they had slept together that Sebastian would leave him. Kurt was a romantic, he didn’t do one-night stands or hook ups. He did flowers and candle light dinners or evening strolls. And now having realized his feelings for the boy, he didn’t know if he should go further and risk being disappointed or if he should just accept the kiss and think nothing of it.

They stayed with their lips attached to each other for a few moments more before Kurt gently pulled away, out of breath and still blushing. Sebastian just gave him a true, genuine smile so he smiled back while everyone else in the room broke out into applause and catcalling. They all guessed that this meant no more fighting between the two and they were ecstatic.

“So,” Sebastian asked, “Did you regret it?”

“I don’t think so,” Kurt admitted. “It actually felt nice,”

“Told ya so,” Sebastian teased him, tapping Kurt on his nose. “So what time should I pick you up?

“Pick me up?” Kurt asked, already knowing what Sebastian was talking about but not fully  understanding.

“Yeah, for our date,” Sebastian said, casually. “I’ll take you to dinner,”

“A date?” Kurt breathed. They were dating. He was going on a date with Sebastian. What had happened to fighting and bickering?

“Yeah, ya know, two people who like each other go out with one another to dinner or a movie and they get to each other,” Sebastian explained, making Kurt roll his eyes. He knew what a date was.

“I know,” Kurt said and was about to say something sarcastic but bit his tongue and instead said, “That sounds fun. Pick me up at seven?”

“Of course, babe ,” Sebastian said and Kurt’s heart swelled with the nickname. Sebastian kissed him on the cheek and took his hand before leading him over to Blaine and Santana, probably to brag about how they had stopped fighting. Kurt was glad.

[elencelebrindal]

Sorry if they're too many, you don't have to answer everything! What is your fave novel of the three? Favorite/least favorite character for each one? Favorite male/female character for each one (aside from you all-time fave)? Favorite canon ship? Favorite non-canon ship? Least favorite of them (and why)? Favorite tool/weapon in the three? They're so many, sorrysorrysorry!

Don’t worry, I love answering questions! There might be some spoilers here, so... be wary of them. 

Ok, let’s go in order:

1.

My favorite novel of the three is Tian Guan Ci Fu. When I read Mo Dao Zu Shi I told myself “okay, I don’t think anything could beat this”, and then TGCF came around. I think this novel is, in general, one of my favorite books of all time. Aside from the romance part of it (which is often what people mainly focus on when it comes to MXTX), I really loved the characters and the story is absolutely incredible. I ended up getting so involved in it that I read the entire thing + the extras in three days, subsequently read what was out of the manhua in... maybe two hours? and watched the entire donghua as soon as it came on Netflix in one sitting. The only time this happened to me before TGCF was with the Silmarillion. 

This tells a lot. 

2.

Favorite SVSSS character: Luo BingHe shares his first place with Shen QingQiu.

Least favorite SVSSS character: Immortal Master Lao Gongzhu of Huan Hua Palace. I cannot even begin to explain how disgusted I was by that character, I almost never hated anyone more than him. 

Favorite MDZS character: Wei WuXian. He’s been my favorite character from the beginning. His story follows exactly one of my favorite character dynamic, much like many other favorites of mine (from good to evil to neutral/somewhat good again, even if in this case WWX didn’t actually turn evil). I’m pretty sure the same can be said of almost everyone in my favorite list... oh well.

Least favorite MDZS character: it’s a tough choice between Su She, Wen Chao, and Jin ZiXun. I just... I disliked them so much. It’s not even hate, I just didn’t want to see them on screen. Maybe Wen Chao is the worst of them... yeah, he’s the worst. I could count Jiang Cheng in my least favorites as well, but my reasons for not liking him are way too complicated so I won’t insult him so much. 

Favorite TGCF character: Hua Cheng!!!!!!!

Least favorite TGCF character: I don’t have a least favorite character. 

3. 

Favorite SVSSS male character aside from LBH and SQQ: MoBei-Jun and LiuQingGe. I’m not troubling myself with trying to choose between them.

Favorite SVSSS female character: I used to be torn between Sha HuaLing and Liu MingYan, but SHL follows my general preferences way more so she wins. 

Favorite MDZS male character aside from WWX: Wen Ning. He deserves all the love in the world. All of it. Also I really love Nie MingJue and Xiao XingChen. 

Favorite MDZS female character: Jiang Yanli (because I fell in love with her gentle personality while watching The Untamed and I can’t bear myself to stop loving her). Wen Qing is right up there with her.

Favorite TGCF male character aside from HC: well, first of all Xie Lian. Second of all, Bai WuXiang and He Xuan.

Favorite TGCF female character: Ling Wen, but only because I don’t count Shi QingXuan as a fully fledged female (I am too in love with both forms to choose one side, sorry guys). 

4. (they’re all going to be the main ones, lol)

Favorite canon SVSSS ship: Shen QingQiu x Luo BingHe, though... MoBei-Jun x Shang QingHua is a really close second. 

Least favorite canon SVSSS ship: I don’t think I have one? I mean, there’s not much material to examine when it comes to canon pairings.

Favorite canon MDZS ship: Wei WuXian x Lan Wangji.

Least favorite canon MDZS ship: it’s not really a ship (I think, maybe it’s just me?) but whatever they tried to do with Jiang Cheng and Wen Qing in the drama doesn’t sit right with me. For reasons that are a bit more complicated than it seems, and that would need me explaining my opinion about JC first. 

Favorite canon TGCF ship: Hualian! Hualian! Hualian! Hua Cheng x Xie Lian is one of my all time favorite ships, in general. I stand by the statement “Hualian invented love”. 

Least favorite canon TGCF ship: that weird bullshit the mortal realm like to do with Shi QingXuan and Shi Wudu. Poor guys. It’s canon only because their perverted followers say so. 

5.

Favorite non-canon SVSSS ship: I don’t think I have one...? Maybe ZhuZhi-Lang and TianLang-Jun, but I’m still way too confused about that. I know people ship a lot Liu QingGe and Shen QingQiu, but I never saw the appeal of it.

Least favorite non-canon SVSSS ship: again, don’t have one, mostly because I never delved too deeply in the world of non-canon SVSSS ships. 

Favorite non-canon MDZS ship: Xiao XingChen x Song Lan. It’s probably the pairing that makes the most sense (to me) out of everyone else. And it’s heartbreaking, so bonus points for that. 

Least favorite non-canon MDZS ship: Xiao XingChen x Xue Yang. [heavy spoiler alert] I absolutely HATE this pairing. I love Xue Yang, he’s an amazing villain, but this pairing is straight up abuse, no matter how you look at it. I am a sucker for angsty shit, but I really draw the line at the fucked up pairing that is this one. Xue Yang literally destroyed Xiao XingChen psychologically, lied to him for years, gaslighted him, forced him to kill innocent people, forced him to kill Song Lan, and then ended up ruining him so much that Xiao XingChen killed himself and destroyed his own soul. 

I have no idea why people love this pairing so much, but I genuinely hate it. There’s nothing redeeming about it. 

Another ship I don’t like is Jiang Cheng x Lan XiChen, but once again this has more convoluted reasons that revolve around JC, mainly. There’s also Lan XiChen x Jin GuangYao. Please, no. I really don’t like it. 

Favorite non-canon TGCF ship: Pei Ming x Shi Wudu and He Xuan x Shi QingXuan. We all know why beefleaf is important in our hearts, so let me explain something about Pei Ming and Shi Wudu; this pairing doesn’t mean I completely disregard everything else about Pei Ming. He’s our good old manwhore womanizer and I haven’t changed that (too much). But this pairing... in my headcanon, which is something I’m also going to write in my desperate attempt and being a good fanfic writer, Pei Ming fell in love with him so hard that he was like “okay, fine, there’s just you now, I’m done with sleeping around”. After Shi Wudu dies, Pei Ming keeps his word and doesn’t cheat on him for the reminder of his life. My own headcanon is the reason why this is my favorite non-canon ship. I stumbled into it my complete chance, but I genuinely love it. 

Least favorite non-canon TGCF ship: anything that has Xie Lian and Hua Cheng not with each other. I don’t like seeing them paired with anyone else. 

6.

Favorite SVSSS weapon/tool: Xin Mo and Xiu Ya. 

Favorite MDZS weapon/tool: Chenqing

Favorite TGCF weapon/tool: E-Ming and Fang Xin

If you want to ask anything else, feel free! My blog is mostly Saint Seiya, but I do write about other stuff if you ask me! ^ - ^

[julessworldd]

Cheerleader and the future rockstar

Warnings: cussing, there’s a jock being an ass talking about the Oc in a gross, sexual way. arguing a little.

A/N: I don’t know much about Izzy’s family life, like his mom and brothers name. I think the one I had is right for his younger brother. And what year he finished high school, bare with me. Oc’s home life is sorta sucky even though she’s the rich cheerleader. she’s not snobby at all like the sterotype everyone has about cheerleaders. I will make a part 2!

@slashscowboyboots​ @roger-taylors-car​ @reigns420​ @awildkaitlynhasappeared​ @ginny-rose-sixx​ @izzysguitar​ since you liked the post last night about the upcoming fic :)

High school Au of Izzy.. Izzy falls for the cheer captain after, she offers her help on an essay in English. Here's the thing the cheerleader has loved Izzy since he grabbed her from falling down the stairs, sophomore year. 

Many know Jeff Isbelle or now Izzy for lots of things. He was the cool, stoner, who was planning on being a rockstar with his buddy, Bill Bailey. To some teachers he was hell on wheels, "The badboy" even though he barely talked. Jocks: Izzy was a creep, just another shadow, stupid stoner who needs to have better life plans. To Judith Channing Izzy was: her crush of two years, wanted to spark a conversation, but her red and black cheer uniform stopped her. Izzy hated the cheer squad because their "Loyalty" to the jocks, they were too happy for his liking at 10 am. Judith remembers when Tommy Lockeler tried to push her down the 3rd floor stairway after, she told him she thought he was nothing but a whore and didn't want to go on a date.  Felt like it was yesterday.. 

I stared at Tommy as he was putting his claim about him being a manwhore. His face got redder and redder by the minute.. 

"Keith told me you had such a tight pussy, Channing. Wanna let me test his theory out? Probably won't you're just a bitch", Tommy spat back.

"Fuck you, Tommy. You just proved my point right there! God, you're so stup-", I felt the air out of my chest leave as I tumbled backwards into someone's arms.  "Whatever", I heard Tommy stomp away. "Hey, hey. You okay?", I heard a soft but gravely voice ask. I opened my eyes to see a tallish boy with medium brown hair, hazel eyes holding me, face with concern. "Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks for not letting me bust my head open, uh?", I said, holding my hands flat on his chest, one hand clutching his Rolling Stones' shirt. "Jeff, but I go by Izzy. Aren't you that Channing girl?", Izzy said, pulling me up, pushing a hair out of my face. "Yeah, I'm Judith. Nice to know my hero's name, Izzy", I blushed.  Izzy grinned, "What made Tommy try to commit murder after lunch anyways?" I smoothed out my uniform skirt, "Just the guy I lost my-", I realized what I was about to say to the new guy. "My hat, this summer. Tommy wanted to- '', I said, but Izzy nodded and seemed to understand what my 'hat' actually was. 

"Well, Keith needed to keep his mouth shut. Tommy is just an asshole, he's a jock they're all the same'', Izzy grumpled. "Yeah, you're right", I said. "Judith! We're gonna be late to practice, come on!", Erin yelled down the hall. "Thanks again, I appreciate it a lot. See ya around, Izzy", I smiled. "No problem. Have a good practice, Jude", Izzy said, reaching into his jacket pocket for his Malobros.  I watched Izzy smirk and skip down each stair, his cute ass bouncing as he went down. "Judith!", Erin yelled again, taking me away from my hero. 

Crazy how that's been two years ago, Izzy doesn't recognize me or chose to at least. After that day, I had a big secret crush on the Johnny Thunders of Lafayette. No guy gets me like Izzy does, Izzy barely knows me but he has such a big affect on me.  I walked into Mr. Allan's senior english class, there was a seat by the window, behind this dark headed boy. I sat down behind him, judging if I liked this seat. It was close enough to board, not in the very very front, nice view outside. "Oh Mike?", the kid turned around. "Oh, you're not Mike. Hi", I looked up and it was Jeff Isbelle. "No, sorry. Is this seat taken?", I asked as my heartrate rose. "No, he came in for a minute, guess he left before I noticed", Izzy said. "Okay class, let's get started!", Mr. Allan clasped his hands together. Allan was going over what we would be doing in the class before we graduated in June. Same bullshit honestly. Read Shakeperse, write essays, read other dead guys' writings. 

Two weeks later, Izzy was still seated in front of me. Making 3rd period class time hell, if you call getting to see his beautiful self plop down everyday. "Alright guys, we finished McBeth and now I'm wanting you to write about how you took the play. I'm asking if you liked the ending, if not write how you would have ended instead. You can use the books, notes we took, even chapter tests I gave back. Due in two weeks", Mr. Allan stated before sitting back at his desk.  It was getting close to 4th period, meaning I could leave for the day, no cheer practice today too. 

"Hey Judith?", Izzy asked. "Yeah, what's up?", I asked from writing my draft. "Did you keep anything from this unit? I lost my binder", Izzy asked. "Yeah, what do you want?", I smiled. "Notes, I guess. I'm not sure how I wanna write this shitty essay", Izzy grinned. Damn what a beautiful smile. I handed him every note I took on the play, side notes, everything.  "Pretty smart for a cheerleader", Izzy said, grabbing my notes. "I liked the play really well, okay?", I fought back.  "If you say so, Judith", Izzy turned back around. 

I walked in the empty room, well thought it was empty. Izzy was sitting in a desk next to Mr.Allan's desk, "Oh sorry, sir", I started to turn around. "It's okay, Judith. Actually, I need you for something", Mr. Allan smiled. I stood next to Izzy. "With what?", I asked. "Mr. Isbelle said you gave him his notes, the first day I assigned this essay. I'm just wanting to make sure he's not lying is all", Mr. Allan said. "Jeff is telling you the truth, sir. He asked if I still had anything about the play and wanted my notes for a starting point, I guess. You said we could use anything we did for the play", I said, starting to get offended he would assume Izzy stole my notes and wanted to cheat. 

"Okay, Judith. Well, since you're here go sit down.", Mr. Allan breathed out, probably embarrassed and a 17 year old girl started him out. The ball rang making Mr.Allan go out for hall duty and talk to other teachers. 

"Hey", Izzy said, standing in front of me. "Hi, Jeff", I smiled. "Thanks for backing me up with dickhead. If I tell you this, will you promise me you won't go to practice and gossip about me?", Izzy said clenching his jaw, he looked really hot. "Of course, Jeff. What's up?", I asked, rubbing my thumb over my other hand. "Your notes helped some, but I'm still stuck. Maybe, it's writer's block I need you to help me crap out this dumb essay. Please?", Izzy said. "Yeah, no problem, Jeffrey. I have cheer until 4:45, but I can meet you somewhere after.", I smiled. Izzy stared at me for a second, "Sure, that's cool. I can give you my address, mom's working late." 

I pulled up to Izzy's place, couple cars were parked outside. I decided to stay on the side of his street and yard, leaving a place for his mother. Izzy stepped out for a smoke as I got out, pulling my brother's t-shirt down. "Boyfriend's shirt?", Izzy blew out smoke from his lips. "No, brother's actually", I said, slinging my bag on my shoulder more. "Oh. Didn't know you had siblings, you gave me the spoiled only kid vibe", Izzy deadpanned. "No, three older brothers and two younger sisters.", I said, feeling small and embarrassed by Izzy. "My brother is here, just ignore him the best you can. He brought home some hamburgers, if you're hungry.", Izzy said, holding the door open. It was an average, but comfortable home. Pictures of Izzy and his brothers, with their mother lined the walls and a few tables. Tv by the wall, couple couches, chairs. Something wet touch my shein, "Sadie! Down. I'm sorry I thought Kevin set her out.", Izzy started to pull Sadie away by her collar. "She's okay. I have two dogs myself, I'm in her house, she's just checking me out. Yeah, you're a pretty girl", I said, bending down to pet her. "What kind of dogs?", Izzy said, sitting on a chair next to Sadie. "German shepherd, named Phoenix, Golden Retriever, Jagger. Jagger is new she's my baby like Phoenix", I said giggling as Sadie licked my hand. "Cool", Izzy mumbled. "Do you wanna start your essay or let me see what you have? Might not have to even start over", I got up and stood by his chair. "Damn, you're really about that essay", Izzy got up, going where I amused his room. 

 "Boys, I'm home!", A woman's voice entered the room. "Oh hi, dear. I didn't know Jeff had a girl over.", She smiled. "Yeah, I'm helping him on an english essay. I'm Judith Channing", I got up and grinned. "Channing? Channing? Is your father's name Frank?", She asked. "Yes, that's him", I said. "I went to high school with him, how is he?" "That's nice, uh he's good. Still in Chicago", I said. "Chicago?" "Yeah, business trip", I said, hoping Izzy would dash in or holler for me to come to see his room. "Does Jeff know you're here?", She asked with a worried look. "Yeah, we met outside. He went to his room for his english stuff, guess he fell to China '', I giggled. "Tell me about it, damn boy takes forever. Jeff! Did you forget about Judith? Jeffery Dean!", His mother yelled. 

"Mom, hey. Though I told you to come with me, Judith?", Izzy said standing beside me. "How was work, Momma?", Izzy hugged her. "Hi, I'm Kevin and you are?", Kevin, Izzy's younger brother checked me out. "Kev, let her alone she's with me", Izzy said, standing beside me protectively. "You're way way out of my brother's leguage. Hey Mom", Kevin said. "Come on. Holler if you need anything", Izzy grabbed my hand, pulling me with him. He grabbed my bag on the way. "Crack your door, Jeff. I mean it!", his mother yelled.  Izzy's room was nice, typical posters, navy blue bed set, desk with papers and pens, small nightstand with a picture of his family, set of records by his recorder player. I slid my shoes off by his desk and sat on the chair. Izzy flopped on his bed, unamused. 

"So what did you think about McBeth?", I asked. Izzy shrugged. "Izzy, your perspective is gonna help write this essay. Tell me", I scoffed. "Just a crazy dude that got killed for letting his power go to his side over what a couple hags had to say. I liked when he got ambushed by the people", Izzy sighed, rubbing his hair around.  "Okay, see that helps. So,you liked the ending and we can stretch your thought out into five paragraphs", I said, looking for a pencil.  "Listen, Judith I'm not in the mood for a stupid play from a dead guy from 400 years ago. Mr.Allan can go fuck himself", Izzy scoffed out. "If you didn't want me over why did you ask for my help. I do have other shit to do, Izzy", I pinched the bridge of my nose. This fucker made me drive half way cross town for this essay. "Then why did accept to come over and help?", Izzy spat back. "I don't know? Probably because I always help people who need help. It's what nice people do anyways", I rolled my eyes.

“Why did I have to ask a smart cheer captain for help?”, Izzy groaned.

“Sorry to break your little stereotype of cheerleaders being dumb and only want to fuck. You know what, Iz? I’m leaving, who cares if you finish the damn essay. Not like you care if you fail or pass, L.A won’t care either way”, I stood by his bed at his nightstand. Izzy stared up at me with confusion. “How do you know wanna go to L.A? I’ve never had a conversation with you before english”, Izzy raised up. “Bill told me you were thinking about if after graduation, he asked my help for math. We have talked before, Izzy. Sophomore year, you caught me from falling to my death after Tommy Lockeler, pushed me down the stairs. You had a Rolling stones shirt on, your hair a little shorter, guess I landed in your arms on a good day.”, I said, with tears in my eyes. “That’s you? No wonder you look familiar besides being a cheerleader. I’m sorry for being a dick, you did come out of your way for me.”, Izzy stood up from his bed. “It’s fine, Izzy. Why don’t you just bullshit it? I’m not feeling too great”, I sighed, walking to his desk for my bag. “Wait. Please don’t leave, I really need your help. I really liked the book and I’m sorta stuck.”, Izzy grabbed my wrist. 

“Okay. If I see you slacking I’m out, Isbelle”, I said. “Sit”, Izzy said, pushing his office chair to me. “Thanks”, I smiled. Izzy pushed a hair out of my face, “Sorry, it was bothering me”  I blushed, before looking away from him. Izzy chuckled, “Something you hiding from me, Judith?” “Tell you what, if you finish the essay, I’ll tell you what I’m hiding, deal?”, I bit my lip. “Deal”, Izzy smirked. Izzy’s brain was flowing and his hand was scribbling on the paper like he didn’t need me over. “Anndd done”, Izzy said, throwing his pencil in the cup he had on his desk. “Let me read it first”, I grabbed the two pages. “You lied”, Izzy whined. I scanned his paper looking for details of the play, if he had the right grammar, punctuation. “Looks good, Izzy. I’m proud”, I laid the paper down. “Thanks, now tell me why you were blushing?”, Izzy laid his hand on my jean clad thigh. “Do I have to?”, I whined. “I did my part, so it’s your turn, Channing”, Izzy said, not breaking his poker face. “Okay, don’t get mad. I have had a crush on since you caught me that day, at times I’m happy Tommy attempted to murder me that day. You happy?”, I stood from his chair and paced besides his bed. “Judith”, Izzy said.

“Hey, Judith, calm down. I have to tell you something too”, Izzy said, grabbing my hand. “What?”, I asked, scared to death he was gonna kick me out. “I like-”, “Hey dinner is ready”, Kevin opened his door, looking down at our hands. “I better get home, mom’s probably worried.”, I lied, she didn’t give a damn about me and my whereabouts. “Okay, I’ll walk you out”, Izzy said. We reached my car, “Well,thanks for the help. Guess I needed to be forced to write”, Izzy said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “No problem, I liked hanging out with you”, I smiled. Izzy nodded, “Be safe” “Sure thing. Night Izzy”, I said, unlocking my car door. Izzy stood until I turned at the stop sign from his house. I tried to skip school, to avoid the awkwardness between me and Izzy. He got really quiet after his brother barged in yesterday, at least he was nice enough to walk me to the car and waited for me to get on the main road again. 

I was headed to lunch but was really wanting to sneak out to my car and drive around for a while. Looking through the glass doors that lead to the front parking lot, I could hear my car whine for me to leave. “Fuck it”, I thought grasping the door and pushed it open. “Where do you think you’re going, missy?”, A deep male voice startled me. I turned around to see Izzy grinning. “Oh it’s just you. Come on, let’s ditch”, I smirked. Izzy nodded and opened the door. We ran down the stairs, to my car, laughing. “Why did you wanna skip? You have a good attendance record?”, Izzy asked, plopping into the passenger seat. “Just ready to leave, school was boring. I don’t have cheer practice today. You?”, I asked, starting the car. ‘Shattered’ The Rolling Stones played quietly. “Same reason as you, just fuck it. Didn’t take you as a Stones fan?”, Izzy smirked as I pulled out of the school parking lot and headed towards town. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me Izzy. My dog is named after Mick Jagger, remember?”, I smirked. Izzy nodded his head to the beat of the song, going through my cassette tape collection. 

We got out of my car and went to a pair of swings, Izzy groaned. “What’s the matter, afraid one of the stoners will catch you with the cheerleader?”, I smirked. “No, princess. Just haven’t swung since I was 9”, Izzy grumbled. “Suit yourself, Jeff”, I pushed my legs to swing. “You like cheerleading?”, Izzy asked. “It’s alright”, I said. Izzy lit a cigarette and watched me swing my legs back and forth. Izzy caught me as I slowed down, holding the chain, pulling me close to him. I looked in his hazel eyes, cigarette creeped on his breath. “After, I killed Kevin for bargin in on us last night. I got to thinking, we’re getting closer to graduation. I’m bailing this hoosier state, you’re probably going on to join a sorority at Purdue. I wanna tell you something”, Izzy said, breath fanning my neck. “What is it?”, I whispered. “I like you and wanna know if you’ll be my girl?”, Izzy nipped my bottom earlobe.  I pulled him into a kiss, holding his shoulders, “Thought you would never ask, Jeff” Izzy smiled down at me. “And I’m not going to college, Iz. I don’t have to pay to have friends, just so you know. Thinking about going to New York actually”, I whispered. “Wanna join me out west? Don’t go to New York, just cold as Indiana, baby”, Izzy held my waist. “I can do that”, I grinned, kissing his cheek. 

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28. for the prompt requests if you’re still doing them💞💛❤️💗

28. “You’re being dramatic.” 

(here y’all go ya filthy animals!!! just kidding i love u happy holidays)

“oh god. oh fuck. robin, robin, jesus christ. i’m - hide me.”

steve crouches behind robin’s small frame, desperately hoping that somehow she’ll become ten times larger and help hide him from view.

“what?” robin asks, sipping her eggnog. she arches a brow, twisting her head to look back at steve.

steve crouches lower, huffing out a sigh. “it’s my - it’s my aunt sheila. can you just - i just need you to hide me. please.”

robin purses her lips, glancing over at steve’s aunt. she’s making her way across the room, arms already outstretched and a wide smile on her face.

“what’s the deal with your aunt?”

“she smells like tapioca and constantly asks me who i’m dating,” steve explains. he can’t help but grimace at the thought.

robin snorts. says, “just tell her that you’re not dating anyone. i don’t see what the big deal is.”

“because,” steve hisses, “she always makes a big scene when i tell her i’m single. basically announces it to the whole room and tries to play matchmaker.”

“steve,” robin says, placing a hand on his shoulder. “i think you’re just being a tad bit dramatic.”

the thing is, he isn’t. his aunt sheila is a nightmare. at the last christmas party his parents threw, sheila had gone so far as to try to set steve up with one of his cousins.

though, in all fairness, sheila does drink a lot. and steve has about a million cousins, so it’s hard to keep track. but still. that christmas party was a disaster and a half.

steve is pretty sure that this one is rapidly heading in that same direction.

“no, you don’t understand - oh, hi, aunt sheila!” steve exclaims, righting himself and plastering on a smile that he hopes doesn’t look completely forced.

“steve, honey!” sheila coos, tugging steve in for a hug. “look at you, so handsome!”

she squishes him too tight, and steve can practically taste the stench of old lady perfume and tapioca on his tongue. he tries not to gag.

“heh, yeah...oh, right,” steve says as he wriggles out of her arms, scratching his head and gesturing towards robin. “this is my friend robin, we went to school together. we both work down at family video during the holidays.”

“such a lovely girl,” sheila says with a gasp, leaning in to pinch one of robin’s cheeks. “steve is so lucky to have such a beautiful girl like you.”

robin snorts into her eggnog, coughing hard enough that steve has to pat her back. “oh, oh no. i’m sorry, but i’m heather’s girlfriend. steve and i are just friends.”

steve cuts her a glare, but robin is too busy pointing out heather in the crowd. he opens his mouth to get in front of robin throwing him under the bus, but sheila beats him to it.

“oh, sugar. you’re such a good-looking young man, i just can’t believe no one has swept you up yet,” sheila tells him, aghast.

and so it begins. steve groans internally, knowing what’s about to happen. sheila will start tapping her wine glass to get the attention of everyone currently at the party, and she’ll talk steve up like he’s a fucking contestant on the bachelorette.

but. right at that moment, the sliding door to the kitchen opens, revealing a snow-dusted billy hargrove. he’s returning from the cold, where he’d been having a cigarette. though steve is pretty sure he’d just been trying to escape the mass of steve’s rich, snooty family members and friends more so than satiating his nicotine craving.

steve isn’t sure why billy had even agreed to come. sure, they’ve been best friends since they were kids, but billy has never had the desire to attend any harrington family event. it’d thrown steve completely off balance when billy had actually volunteered to come to this one, texting him to let him know he’d be ‘happy to come score a hot milf for the holidays’.

as happy as it makes steve to have both of his best friends here with him helping him get through the night, that particular comment from billy has been weighing on him. because billy isn’t just steve’s best friend, no.

steve has been in love with billy for as long as he can remember.

billy may be known as the town asshole, a womanizing hothead who’ll pick a fight with a toddler if it so much as looks at him wrong, but steve is just — he’s head over heels. can’t even begin to help it.

he even remembers precisely when it’d happened. they were about nine years old, playing video games up in steve’s room late one night. billy had kicked steve’s ass once again, cheering and bragging with the goofiest grin on his face.

billy had met steve’s eyes, his own big and bright and blue and filled with excitement. the greenish glow of the television set had illuminated the already sharp angles of billy’s face, and steve’s heart had melted in all the right places. when it came to their friendship, things were always different for steve from there on out.

they’re in their twenties now, away at separate universities, reuniting only during summer breaks and the holidays and the occasional mid-semester visit. in all that time, steve’s feelings have never wavered. he’s dated plenty of girls and guys since falling for billy, but each relationship has been tumultuous and short-lived.

steve wants to believe that it’s because he’s just picked the wrong people. but he knows the reality of the situation. it’s a sad reality - one where steve can’t have a steady relationship with anyone due to one simple fact.

none of them are billy. plain and simple.

it doesn’t stop him from trying, though. dating around and hoping to find a connection with someone stronger than the one he has with billy. but the truth is, steve’s ultimate dream is to be the one to approach sheila at any given harrington party — to be able to introduce billy as his. no one else has ever taken billy’s place in that particular dream.

it’s a silly dream. a hopeless dream. billy has been the town manwhore since he was fifteen, bedding anyone and everyone that suits him in the moment.

everyone except steve, that is.

at least tonight billy hadn’t made good on that vocalized desire to bed some older woman. he’s been lingering close to steve all night, strangely enough, save for the random moments where he makes a graceful exit to go smoke.

“i’m telling you, he’s such a bright young man,” sheila is saying when steve zones back in, a small group now clustered around them. steve recognizes them as several of the interns from his father’s company. “and would you just look at that face? he should have someone on his arm tonight, shouldn’t he? such a shame!”

billy is watching the scene unfold with an amused smile, taking a swig from his flask and arching a brow at him. steve just shoots him a desperate look, one that screams save me.

what happens next will forever be imprinted in steve’s memory. forever burned into his mind as one of the most defining moments of his young life.

“what’s all this, sweetheart?” billy says, smooth and casual, sidling up next to steve and wrapping an arm around his waist. “you trying to trade me in for one of these corporate goons?”

robin chokes on her drink again, this time having to excuse herself to find some napkins. steve is frozen in place, staring at billy’s profile with his mouth hanging open in surprise.

“billy hargrove,” he introduces, taking sheila’s hand and giving it a polite shake. really turning on the charm. “steve must’ve forgotten to mention he brought his boyfriend along this year. isn’t that right, babe?”

“i - he - we just - ” steve breaks off when billy elbows him, coughing. “um, yes. this is my - this is billy. my...boyfriend. yes.”

sheila looks at billy with stars in her eyes, giggling and blushing just like every other woman when they find themselves in billy’s presence. “oh my, aren’t you just the most handsome thing i’ve ever seen? steve never mentioned having such a striking young man by his side. i’m steve’s aunt sheila.”

“it’s a pleasure to meet you. and yes, he’s like that,” billy tells her easily, pulling steve in flush against him. “so modest, never one to brag. i have to say, though, it’s just another reason i love him so much.”

steve’s heart feels like it’s about to beat right out of his chest and plop onto the floor. he’s still staring at billy with wide eyes, his skin burning at every point of contact between their bodies. just hearing billy say he loves him, even if it’s not real, is enough to have steve’s head spinning.

“what can i say,” steve finally says, his voice weak. “i’m the only one who can put up with this one.”

billy rolls his eyes, but gives steve an endearing smile. and it all feels so real, so right, and steve just wants to roll himself in the feeling, wrap himself up in it and never forget what this feels like, because he’s liable to never have this again, and —

then billy kisses him. everything around steve falls silent, save for the faint ringing in his ears that hasn’t let up since billy started this whole charade moments ago. it’s just a gentle press of lips, the kind of kiss shared between veteran couples who don’t need excessive PDA to prove their love for each other.

steve’s eyes stay shut for a moment when billy pulls back, just reveling in the feeling. when he opens them, he finds billy staring right back. the expression on his face strikes steve to his core. because it’s almost like billy is seeing him for the first time, a look of pure wonder and adoration written all over his face. one that steve desperately hopes has some shred of truth to it.

sheila is still in front of them, practically vibrating out of her heels in her excitement. “oh, just look at you boys! i’m so happy for you, sweetie. it’s wonderful to see you so in love.”

“we’re truly blessed,” billy acknowledges, milking this for all it’s worth. steve has to smother his snort. “but if you wouldn’t mind, me and my best guy need to go grab some gifts from my car. right, honey?”

“y - yes. lots of gifts, so many. so little time,” steve rambles while billy tugs him away, giving sheila a half-hearted wave.

when they make it down the steep driveway, finally reaching billy’s camaro, steve lets out a breath he didn’t even realize he’d been holding.

“your best guy?” steve questions with a small smile, the first to break the heavy silence. “think maybe you overplayed it a bit?”

billy just shrugs, still watching steve like a hawk. still looking at him like it’s the first time he’s ever really seen him. “she bought it, didn’t she? thought that was kinda the point.”

“thank you,” steve acknowledges, slumping against the camaro. “she’s - i dunno why she’s always been so obsessed with my love life. she’s always trying to get me laid every time she comes around.”

“that a bad thing?” billy asks, mildly amused. he pulls his cigarette pack from his pocket, retrieving two smokes. he passes one to steve, keeping the other for himself and lighting up.

he takes the lighter when billy passes it to him, his gaze staying trained on his feet. “i mean, i guess not. they’re just...”

billy looks at him expectantly, his head tilted ever-so-slightly to the side. “they’re just...what?”

steve takes a long drag off his cigarette, holding in the smoke for a long stretch before breathing out. he’s stalling, but finally meets billy’s eyes. says, “they’re just not who i want.”

“why not go after the one you want, then?” billy asks, taking a step closer. watching steve with curious eyes.

steve sucks in a deep breath, goosebumps erupting across his skin. “i’m pretty sure they don’t feel the same way.”

“how do you know?”

“they’ve never...” steve trails off, pressing himself even farther back into the camaro with every step billy takes. getting closer and closer. “they haven’t shown any interest.”

billy is now completely up in steve’s space, standing between his legs. he’s so close that steve can feel the soft puff of his breath across his cheeks. billy runs his knuckles across steve’s cheek, his touch feather-light, before moving to thumb at steve’s bottom lip.

“‘m pretty sure he just did,” billy murmurs, his gaze fixed on steve’s mouth.

steve doesn’t have a chance to answer, because in the next moment billy is closing the distance and capturing steve’s lips in a bruising kiss.

the whimper that escapes steve’s lips would be embarrassing, if it weren’t for the fact that such a simple noise causes billy to crowd in closer, cradling steve’s face in his hands and sucking his bottom lip into his mouth.

he threads his fingers through billy’s curls, his tongue making its way into billy’s mouth and making a home there. steve maps out every inch of him with his tongue, delighting at the little shiver that runs down billy’s spine as he does.

billy breaks away first, moving to nose along steve’s neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to every inch of exposed skin.

“i’m sorry,” billy mumbles into his skin, his teeth grazing over the thin skin covering steve’s pulse-point.

“for - jesus - for what?” steve pants, one hand still knotted in billy’s hair, the other grasping onto one broad shoulder for dear life.

“for not not seeing until now.”

steve pushes billy back gently, still holding onto his shoulder to keep him from moving away completely. his brows furrow in confusion. “i’m not following you. seeing what?”

“how much i - um.” billy pauses, scratching his head. looks up at the stars, his cheeks tinged pink. “how much i care about you. or whatever. you’ve been here this whole time and i’ve just...been a fucking idiot.”

“billy,” steve says softly, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “it’s okay. i’ve always loved you, in a lot of ways. just having you in my life was enough for me.”

billy looks startled by steve’s words, his mouth dropping open just a little. he just searches his eyes for a long moment, and then, “you’ve been waiting all this time? for me?”

“maybe not waiting,” steve tells him, shrugging. “but hoping, i guess. that i could have this, someday. if i’m being honest, though, i was always okay with the possibility that you’d never feel the same. ‘cause i’d still have you in my life. you’d still be my friend, and that was enough for me. still is.”

“but you want more?” billy asks, a hint of desperation weaving its way into his voice. “with me?”

steve laughs, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to billy’s lips. he lingers close after they break apart, his eyes still shut. when he opens them, he finds billy staring right back. “of course i do.”

“can we?” billy’s voice is soft and small. completely uncharacteristic but sweet enough to make steve’s heart do a funny dance in his chest. “me and you?”

in lieu of a response, steve just laces their fingers together. a lighthearted giggle escapes his lips as he nods, his eyes still locked with billy’s.

and billy? he looks so relieved that steve almost cries for him. because steve gets it. maybe billy has just realized these things in the last hour, whereas steve has known for half his life. but the paralyzing fear of not being wanted by the person you care about most in the world?

that’s a feeling steve understands all too well.

they linger out in the driveway for a little while longer, before heading back to the house, hand-in-hand.

“i’m sorry for making you wait,” billy is apologizing again as they cross the threshold, only to be cut off by robin and heather.

“nuh-uh,” heather tsks, pointing at something above their heads.

steve looks up to see a fresh bundle of mistletoe now hanging above the entrance to the living room. he and billy are directly under it, their hands still locked together.

when they kiss again, it feels like everything between them has solidified. like the deal has been sealed once and for all. and it has been, because not only had they established it outside, but billy also makes it known in the way he kisses steve. like he’s a rare treasure, a delicate artifact that billy wants to keep discovering for the rest of forever.

steve thinks he’d be okay with that. he pulls back, pressing a few quick, gentle kisses to billy’s lips before he speaks, his smile soft and warm.

“it was worth the wait.”

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