#THATS TWO APPLES IN A PAIR OF JEANS

[doppel-dean-er]

idk if ur still doing drawing requests but. if you are. troy and abed cuddling on a beanbag?

You gave me a simple request and my brain went "actually, you should spend all day drawing this and getting it 100% perfect." Also cuddling? Nah they're straight sucking face dawg

+ where's that post that is like "Troy has an atomic back arch that only appears around Abed" because I was thinking of that while I drew this

[waitimcomingtoo]

Uranus

Pairing: Peter Parker x Avengers!Reader

Synopsis: you fix Peters science project while he’s out on a date with another girl

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You walked by Peter’s room and paused in the doorway. The empty bedroom reminded you of where he was tonight and it send a sick feeling down to your stomach. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air as you looked at all the discarded outfits he had left on his bed.

“I’m not cleaning his stupid room.” You decided and walked away. You were barely halfway down the hallway when you turned and sprinted back to his room to start to put things away. You knew it wasn’t your job to take care of him but you simply couldn’t stop yourself from tidying up. You assumed he’d be getting back late from where he was and probably wouldn’t want to clean up all his clothes just to get into his bed. As you folded a pair of his jeans, you looked up into his vanity mirror and sighed.

“You’re so pathetic.” You told yourself through a groan.

“Stop talking to yourself.” Your reflection replied and pointed at you with a scathing finger. You jumped and looked down to see your finger was pointed as well.

“Right.” You mumbled and left his room.

You then went into the living room and saw Peter’s science project sitting on the couch. He had been building a model of the solar system for weeks now for his astronomy class with a little help from you here and there. All you did was hold pieces together after he glued them but he still insisted that he could not have done it without you. You smiled at the memory of the two of you working on it together and picked it up.

“Why would he leave it where someone could sit on it?” You sighed and moved it to the bar counter in the kitchen. You left the living room to use the bathroom just as Thor was entering the room. He stepped onto a bar stool with ease and took a seat on the counter to eat the apple he had taken from a lunchbox labeled “Sam’s: do not touch”. He munched his apple for a moment before feeling something digging into his back. He sat up a little and pulled a small ball out from under him that was painted to look like Mercury.

“Hm. Thats strange. I don’t remember putting that up there.” Thor frowned as he rolled the planet between his fingers. You walked back into the living room and smiled at Thor until you saw what he was holding. Your heart stopped at the same time your feet did and you let out a dramatic gasp that sent you into a coughing fit.

“Thor!” You exclaimed. “You just destroyed Peter’s science project!”

“These tiny colorful balls were his science project? What was it on? Tiny colorful balls?” Thor asked as he stood up to look at the science project he had completed crushed.

“No. It was a model of the solar system. And you just crushed it. How did you not feel that when you sat down?” You whined as more parts of the project fell from Thors jeans and back into the counter.

“Lady Y/n, you must be mistaken. I’ve seen the solar system with my own eyes. And then I had my eye cut out. And then I had my eye replaced and saw the solar system again. Peters little balls looked nothing like it.” Thor told you, making you roll your eyes up to the ceiling and stamp your feet like a little kid.

“I don’t care about your optic history.” You groaned. “Peter’s been working on it for weeks and your giant butt just crushed it in seconds.”

“Thank you. I eat a lot of yams to get these yams.” Thor smiled at the presumed compliment and patted his thigh. You watched him for a moment before letting out a deep sigh.

“Okay.” You was all you could stay in your effort to remain calm.

“I don’t see what all the petulance is about. If he formed one solar system out of tiny colorful balls, surely he can do it again. All the pieces are right here.” Thor pointed out.

“Yes, but that doesn’t erase the fact that you ruined the project he spent weeks working on. He’s gonna be devastated when he sees this. And who taught you the word “petulance”? Have you been watching The Twilight Zone again? I don’t know why you do that. It always scares you.”

“Never you mind.” He wagged a finger. “I do feel bad for the boy. I’ll collect the tiny balls since it was my behind that crushed them and then Peter can glue them back together.”

“He can’t. It’s due tomorrow and right now he’s on…I don’t know. He’s just busy and he can’t fix it tonight.” You sighed and started to collect the scattered pieces of the project.

“Busy doing what? You’re here and his small balls were finished. What else could the boy be doing?” Thor wondered. You paused for a moment and felt that sick feeling in your stomach again.

“He’s on a date.” You said for the first time out loud since Peter told you his plans for the evening. You’d been quietly stewing all day over it and letting it settle in a massive dark cloud over your head.

“Well I’m sure the man he’s with will be understanding that he has to come home to fix his balls.” Thor told you.

“Stop saying balls!” You scolded. “And the date is with a girl, for your information. A very pretty girl from our business class who smells like a vanilla and my broken dreams.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Lady Y/n. I never knew why but I know that small boy means a lot to you.” Thor said sympathetically and put his hand on your shoulder. You gave him a sympathetic smile and patted his hand.

“Seems like a lot of things are broken tonight.” Thor continued. “Your dreams, Peters balls-“

“Say balls one more time.” You said through clenched teeth.

“Or what? You’ll stab me?” Thor challenged you.

“What? No. Jesus Christ. Who hurt you?” You mumbled and pushed his hand off your shoulder.

“My brother. And then he hurt me again. And then my sister hurt me. And then my brother once more before he died before my eyes. Enough about me, why are your dreams broken?”

“It’s complicated.” You sighed. “Can I tell you something personal?”.

“No.” Thor replied and left the room without another word. You shrugged in defeat and wondered why you even bothered.

“Well that was a fine howdy do.” You mumbled and finished collecting the pieces. You laid out all the broken bits of Peter’s project on the kitchen counter and folded your arms. It would be a lot of work for Peter and you had no idea what hour he’d be getting back. As much as you hated the idea of him being on a date, you more so hated the thought of him coming home happy and his smile falling when he saw what had become of all his hard work.

“I need to fix these balls.” You whispered to yourself. You grabbed Saturn and one it’s broken rings and started to see how you could glue them back together.

“No. I can’t do this.” You said out loud. “I can’t fix every little thing in Peter’s life just to make him happy. I’m not his girlfriend. I’m not the one he asked on a date. I’m just a friend.”

You put the pieces down and folded your arms to keep your hands off it. You knew you should walk away, but you couldn’t stop thinking about all the nights you walked past his room and saw him working on the project. He’d put so much effort into it and now it was in pieces on the counter.

“A girlfriend would spend the next few hours working on a project that has no impact on me just to save Peter the trouble. A good friend would feel bad that his work got destroyed and offer condolences when he got home. And I’m a good friend. Not a girlfriend. It’s not my problem. So I’m walking away.” You decided and left the room. You lasted all of three minutes before you ran back into the room with a tube of crazy glue.

“I gotta fix the balls.” You exclaimed and plopped yourself down at the table. Once you organized all the planets and parts of the solar system, you went to Peter’s room to get the sketched out drawing he had made of the project to use as a blueprint. You silently thanked Peter for being so meticulous and followed his sketch to rebuild his project.

Time went by slowly but your hands cramped up quickly as you worked on the model. It was around the time you glued on Saturns 30th moon, you understood why it took Peter so long to complete the project. All the moons and planets looked the same to you so you had to carefully study his drawings and rely on your memory of when you helped him with the project to guide you as you worked. You had to stop every so often to rub your eyes and roll out your wrists to keep them from getting stiff.

You drifted off into sleep at some point when staring at Jupiters moons became a little too mind numbingly boring. Peter got back from his date about midnight and strolled past you on his way to his room. He backtracked when he realized you were asleep at the table and frowned. His completed science project was beside you, save for one missing moon next to Jupiter. His eyebrows knit together in confusion over the sight so he gently shook you awake.

“Hey. You awake?” He asked in a soft tone as he shook your shoulders. You shot up immediately and nearly knocked your head into his.

“I’m not snoring.” You blurted as you pulled the hair that was stuck to your cheek away.

“I know.” He chuckled. “What are you doing here? Why is Ganymede stuck to your face?”

“Why is what?” You asked through a yawn. Peter smiled and pulled the missing moon off your cheek and held it out to show you.

“Ganymede. The largest moon in the solar system.” He told you and put it in its correct spot on the model.

“There is no way you saw a random gray ball stuck to my face and correctly identified it as Gammy meme.” You insisted.

“Ganymede.” He corrected. “And I only know because I labeled them. See?”

Peter pulled the moon back off to show you a tiny G written on the bottom with the word “Jupiter” in parentheses beside it.

“They’re labeled?” You nearly shouted. “Well that would’ve been helpful four hours ago.”

“Four hours? That’s how long you’ve been here? What happened?” Peter frowned and took a seat beside you. You gave him a sheepish smile and looked at the model.

“I’m sorry, Peter. Thor sat on your project by accident.” You admitted. “I’ve been putting it back together ever since. I think I got most of it the way you had it but I never found Pluto. I honestly think it went up his ass and he just didn’t realize.”

“You spent four hours fixing my project?” He asked with a surprised smile.

“Of course I did. I know how hard you worked on this. I didn’t want you to have to start all over.” You told him. He gave you a fond smile and placed his hand on top of yours. Your eyes flicked to your hands and you gulped but said nothing.

“I really appreciate this but you really didn’t have to do this. You should have called me. I could’ve come home and fixed it myself.”

“But I knew you were really excited about tonight. I didn’t want to interrupt your date.” You said without looking at him.

“Well that was very selfless of you. And I hate to tell you this after all the work you did, but the date was bad. I would’ve loved an excuse to leave.” He admitted, making you smile involuntarily.

“It was bad?” You asked and quickly cleared your throat to cover up your smile.

“Woah. Don’t sound too happy.” He snorted.

“What?” You asked in a high pitched voice. “I’m not. Why would that make me happy? But please elaborate anyway.”

“It was bad.” He grimaced. “Like, season 6 of Glee level bad.”

“That bad?” You gasped. “So many forgettable characters. So many odd couple choices.”

“They sang Let it Go. They worked Let it Go from Frozen into the plot and made them sing it.” Peter shook his head.

“That was not the worst for me. The worst was when Mr. Shue rapped Same Love. They let the straight adult rap a song about being gay when the entire cast of queer young people were right there. And wasn’t there a child in the club for some reason? And twins who were lowkey dating?”

“Yep. All of that. And yet, my date was still worse.” He shrugged. You looked down at your lap and smiled a little before quickly dropping it.

“It was that bad, huh?” You asked and tried not to sound too interested.

“So bad.” He sighed. “She was a great girl, don’t get me wrong. We just had no connection whatsoever. She didn’t laugh at any of my jokes and then there were a few times where I thought she was joking so I laughed but she didn’t and then we sat in awkward silence.”

“That’s the worst. I hate awkward silence. I once pretended to forgot the word for “seatbelt” just to keep a conversation going with an uber driver. I kept calling it a strap on.”

“Wait, is that not what a strap on is?” Peter played dumb. “Should we Google it to make sure?”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes. “Keep going. I want to hear more about this awful date with the girl you’ll never see again.”

“There was just no spark. We realized pretty quickly that we didn’t have anything in common. At one point, she asked me if Star Wars was the “movie with the things you can’t feed after midnight”. So I don’t foresee a second date.”

“Wow. She had to have a serious lack of knowledge about two major huge pop culture movies to ask that question.”

“I know. I told her yes and she believed me.” Peter replied, making you laugh. He laughed as well over how ridiculous the whole night had been before stopping to look at you. When your laughter died down and you realized he was staring at you, you smiled shyly and looked over at the project to avoid eye contact.

“Well, I’m sorry it didn’t go well.” You told him. “Maybe the next girl will understand you more.”

“Yeah. I hope so.” He said in a soft voice and never stopped looking at you.

“You’ll have better luck next time. To be honest, I thought the date was doomed as soon as you told me you were going for sushi. You hate raw fish.”

“Because I’m not a seagull.”

“Because you’re not a seagull, yeah.” You laughed. “I think of that every time I eat sushi. I’m no better than those damn seagulls.”

“Don’t say that. You’re way better. A seagull would not have done all this for me.” Peter insisted and gestured to the project. You looked over at the solar system you had given too many hours of your life too and smiled as you realized something.

“I had to fix it. I didn’t want you to be stressed.”

“But didn’t this stress you out? Designing this thing gave me gray hair and premature menopause.” Peter replied, making you laugh softly.

“A little.” You admitted. “But I felt better when I remembered why I was doing it.”

“Why were you doing it?”

“Because I’d do anything for you, Peter.” You said simply. You watched his ears turn pink and he turned his head so that you wouldn’t see his smile.

“I’d do anything for you too, you know.” He said in a quiet voice.

“Careful.” You warned him. “You already owe me big time for fixing this unnecessarily detailed solar system. If you tell me you’d do anything for me, you’re really at my mercy.”

“Uh oh. Sounds dangerous.” He laughed softly. You shared another moment of eye contact and smiled softly at each other.

“It’s late. We should probably get to bed.” You suggested.

“You’re right. Thank you again for this.” Peter said and picked up the project. You didn’t know if you were sleep deprived or delirious from working on the project all night but you felt compelled to share every secret you had with Peter.

“Honestly, Peter, I was happy to do this stupid science project because it kept me from thinking about you on your date.” You told him as you got up and rubbed your tired eyes.

“Really? Why didn’t you want to think about that?”

“Because whenever I did think about you on your date, I wanted to throw up.” You admitted. “And then rip out my hair. And then eat my hair and throw it back up. And then kill my self or something.”

“Well,” Peter said slowly, “I see your urge to rip your hair out and raise you the fact that I only said yes to this date because she wears the same perfume as you. And I needed a night off from staring at the ceiling and thinking about what would happen if I just told you how I felt.”

You stopped mid yawn and gave him a confused look. His eyes were darting everywhere except for your eyes and you could see the rosy glow on his cheeks even in the dim light of the kitchen.

“Oh? And how do you feel?” You wondered and crossed your arms. Peter gulped before sitting up straight in his chair.

“I don’t know. Why did me being on a date make you so upset?” He challenged you. You narrowed your eyes at him and he looked nervous but didn’t back down.

“I asked you first.” You shrugged.

“Well I asked you second.” He replied. “And as Aristotle or whoever once said, first is the worst. Second is the best. Third is the one with the hairy chest.”

“Ew, what?” You grimaced. “It’s treasure chest. Third is the one with the treasure chest.”

“That makes no sense. Why would a person in third place, the very last place, be rewarded with a treasure chest? They’re the loser so they get a hairy chest. Now that’s sensical.”

“No it’s not.” You scoffed. “It makes even less sense. If I come in third place, does that mean my chest will grow hair? Or does it mean I will be given a torso with a hairy chest? Or, hear me out, does it imply that my chest is already hairy. And that’s why I came in third.”

“You did what in third?” Peter mumbled.

“Shut up. Can we get back to what we were talking about?”

“You’re right. We should go to sleep.” Peter said and tried to walk past you. You placed a hand on his shoulder to keep him in place and he gulped.

“Hold up.” You told him. “I’m cashing in that favor you owe me right now. We gotta talk. Sit back down.”

“I’m sat.” Peter said quietly and sat back down in his seat. You pulled your chair up to be across from him and sat down as well.

“I’m going to ask you again and I don’t want to hear another single reference to chests or placement.” You prefaced. “How do you feel?”

Peter scratched the back of his head to spare some time because he knew he was caught. He suddenly got a shy smile on his face suddenly and looked over at his project.

“Can I show you something?” He asked you as he pulled the sun off the center of the project.

“Dude.” You sighed. “I just glued that.”

“I know. And I’ll fix it. But look.” He said and turned the sun over. You looked at him in confusion and leaned forward to see what he was talking about. On the bottom of the sun in Peter’s hand writing were your first and last initials.

“My initials? Why? You smiled in surprise and looked up at him.

“Because the solar system revolves around the sun.” He explained. “But my solar system revolves around you.”

You stayed quiet as he put the sun back on the model and took your hand. A look of skepticism stayed on your face as he looked into your eyes.

“I know I do a good job of hiding it. But there is a piece of you in everything I do.” He said. “There always has been. This was just one of my more obvious ones.”

“Wow.” You said after a beat. “I really should’ve looked at the bottom of these.”

“Yeah. You should’ve.” He laughed and leaned in a little.

“Yeah. I should’ve.” You cracked a smile and leaned in as well. You stared into big brown eyes for a second and decided this was the last night you and Peter were just friends.

“Can I ask you one more thing?”

“Is it about the solar system?”

“No.” You rolled your eyes. “Did you kiss her tonight?”

“I don’t know. Ask me that question again one minute from now.” Peter said as he closed the gap between you and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer since you’d been waiting for this for a while. And it was everything you imagined it would be. When the kiss started to heat up, Peter slipped an arm around you and picked you up with ease. He hastily placed you down on the counter and you jumped apart when you heard a crunching sound.

You pulled out of the kiss and looked down to see that Peter had placed you directly on top of the science project that you had just spent hours fixing. You both stared at the scattered pieces in stunned silence for a moment before he gave you a sheepish smile. You didn’t smile back and instead stared daggers at him while trying to explode his head using your mind.

“I can fix it?” He said through a nervous laugh. You held your hands up in defeat and hopped off the counter without a word.

“What? That’s how this night ends? Come on.” Peter whined and followed you as you left the room and continued your silent treatment towards him.

“You’re seriously going to walk away after that? We had something going there. Don’t go now.” He whined some more and trotted after you like a puppy.

“Go get something going with the planets I spent the last four hours glueing back together.” You grumbled and held up your middle finger for him to see as he trailed after you.

“Come on.” He half laughed, half groaned. “You can’t send me to bed after a kiss like that. We need to at least talk about it. Let’s go back and…” Peter trailed off when you passed his bedroom and he caught a glimpse of his clean floor.

“Wait, did you clean my room too?” He asked, knowing he had left it a mess before he left for the date. You froze in your tracks for a moment but decided to keep the upper hand instead of admitting to Peter that you were so down bad that you had in fact cleaned his room.

“I don’t know. I don’t have all the answers, Peter. Goodnight.” You said and slammed your door in his face. He barely had time to react before you opened your door back up and grabbed a fistful of his shirt.

“Get your ass in here, loser.”

“Don’t you mean get your anus in here? Because it sounds like Uranus?” He said with a proud smile. You stared him dead in the eyes and didn’t crack even a hint of smile.

“Do you want to come in here or not?”

“I already unzipped my pants, yeah.” He admitted as he dashed through your bedroom door.

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[calthinez]

Pie kinda guy

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: Dean loves all pies. He loves apple pie on festive holidays like thanksgiving, and cherry pie in the summer. But Deans all time favorite pie... is cream pie ;)

A/N: Have you guys watched 'The boys'? I think it's so weird watching Jensen play Soldier boy after watching him play Dean for so long. Also, I have no idea if somebody came up with this idea before me. If there has been a post like this before, let me know. I hope you guys enjoy this <3 This could also be summarized as "a collection of times Dean has nutted in you" but I think my wordplay is much more fun.

Warnings: smut (obvi) creampie, fingering, quickeys, unprotected sex,

The first of many times is when you and Dean are at the bunker alone. Neither of you felt like going out into town to shop for groceries, so you both volunteered Sam to go out.

After seeing Sam out, you and Dean ventured into the 'dean cave' to watch some stupid hospital drama show about sexy doctors. "What's your deal, huh? What did Dr. Sexy ever do to you?" Dean asked you, accusatively. You rolled your eyes at his childish behavior, the both of you walking to the two-seater lazy boy couches. This show was Deans ride-or-die, and Chuck forbid anybody had anything negative to say about it.

You sat down in the seat next to him with your blanket and curled your legs into your body while Dean pulled the lever to recline his seat back. "Nothing, I shouldn't have said anything." You knew Dean would die defending the honor of this show, and you really didn't want to go back and forth with him. "Mhm yeah." He's being smug now. Smug because he knows you'll stay and watch his doctor show, even though you think its stupid.

Not even ten minutes into the show you're bored out of your mind. If you were to make a list of 100 things you could do with Dean to occupy your time, this show would be at the bottom of the list. After a while of daydreaming of all your could-be activities, you come up with a devious plan.

"I'm cold." You whine to Dean, scootching and snuggling up close to him. He coos at you as he slings his arm around your back, his hand resting just above your ass. "Well, I'll warm you right up, sweetheart."

He was completely oblivious to your plans.

A few minutes later and you start resting your hand on his upper-thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. He doesn't say anything about it though, thinking maybe that's just where you hand coincidentally landed. Towards the halfway mark of the episode, you move your hand from his thigh to directly on his groin. He looks at you with a devious glint in his eyes. "Watcha doing there, Y/N." You smirk and don't respond, instead, you gently squeeze his cock through his jeans.

Dean is now completely ignoring the show playing on the TV. He's got you on his lap. your legs straddling his thighs. Both of your pants long discarded. He's kissing you so fast and forcefully you think your lips might bruise.

You slide your hand up and down his bare chest a few times before you finally reach down to his ignored cock. You wrap your hand around the head of his cock. Softly dragging your thumb to collect the precum you start to pump his shaft.

Dean has always been vocal when it comes to having sex with you. Anytime you fuck or you suck his sock he's always moaning like a whore. Hell, even when he eats you out its like its just as enjoyable for him as it is for you.

This time is no exception, he's moaning into your mouth through kisses. "I want- I want to be inside of you." He says in-between kisses.

You smile against his lips and nod your head. Dean pushes your panties to the side as you hoist yourself up with the help of his shoulders. After positioning his cock into the enterance of your pussy you sink down, letting out a high-pitched mewl into his open mouth.

"Thats it.. that's it, pretty" Dean encourages you as you're getting adjusted to the stretch of his large cock. You take him balls deep, the burn from the stretch is familiar and welcomed.

One of Deans hands rests on your hip, the other makes its way to your clit to rub fast tight circles. You moan into his mouth as the heat creeps its way into your belly. "You're drenching my cock, sweetheart." He mumbles into your ear, his gruff voice sending shivers down your spine.

You can feel your orgasm quickly approaching. "You close, Y/N? I'm close." Dean moans. You known neither of you are going to last much longer. You lay your head onto his shoulder, no longer holding in your moans. "I'm gonna cum- can I cum in you, sweetheart, please?" He begs as he erratically kisses your jaw and neck.

You nod your head and squeak out a few 'yes's. Deans movements quicken as he hums sweet praises into your ear. The tight coil in your belly abruptly snaps, you cum hard around Deans cock. He isn't long after you. He releases into you, the both of you now panting from your orgasm.

*

The next time is at one of the dingy motels during a hunt. It was definitely more risky than before. You Sam and Dean all decided to share one motel room. The three of you drawing straws to see who would have to sleep on the crusty couch.

In the middle of the night, while Sam is fast asleep, Dean comes to your bed. "Bathroom quicky?" He asks you in a hushed tone. Dean smirks when you nod your head and follow him to the bathroom.

He shuts the door and you hop up on the sink. Dean stands in-between your legs. "We cant be loud, Dean," you tell him. "What? I'm never loud." He lies to you. You shake your head and lightly laugh at him, "Mhm, yeah." You say to him just before he kisses you.

You've been hunting with the boys for maybe two and a half years, sleeping with Dean for a year. Never once have you guys had sex in the same "room" as Sam, you always thought it was too risky. Dean was definitely getting more needy for you. He even lets you sit up front in Baby with him.

You dont have the chance to think too much more about the nature of your relationship with him because soon enough Deans hands roughly grab at your boobs over your shirt. The kiss is messy, also. Tongues meeting together in a slobbery mess. The hand not occupied by groping you is wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his body. You can feel his hard-on through his pajama pants, staining against the fabric.

Dean abruptly stops kissing you for only a moment to pull both your pants and panties from your body, letting them fall to the floor. "You're so wet already." Dean praises to you as he feels you with his middle finger. "Do I make you like this?" He teases, his middle finger slowly circling over your clit. You eagerly nod your head.

"Just fuck me already, Dean." You're sick of his teasing and want to feel him already. He smirks and drops his pants. He sets one of his hands on your thigh and the other grips the base of his cock to pump it a few times. He lines himself up with the entrance of your pussy and teasingly slowly bottoms out. Dean grabs your jaw and brings your face to his to kiss you again.

Its an awkward position to be fucking in but you don't really care, with his cock inside of you and his thumb circling your clit you don't focus on the face that your ass is going slightly numb from sitting on the resin top. Trying to be as quiet and as quick as possible Dean starts pounding into you.

The only sound coming from the small bathroom was both of your held-in moans and exasperated breathing along with the wet sloppy sounds of skin meeting skin. You were sure that is Sam woke up he would her you, you hoped he was still passed out on the bed. Because that would be very awkward for all three of you.

Soon enough you feel the familiar tightness in your belly. You're sure Dean feels it too, with his stuttering hips and his jumpy breathing. "You wanna cum with me?" He asks in your ear. You nod and pull him back into a kiss. He rubs circles on your clit faster, bringing you closer to cumming.

It all suddenly snaps, the coil in your belly shatters and your legs shake around Deans waist. Dean cums not even a second after you, the squeeze from your orgasm brought him to his. He cums inside of you and he stays inside for a few moments. Collecting himself.

He kisses you on the mouth as he pulls out of you and pulls his pants back up. "I think I'm gonna shower." You say softly, breaking the silence. Dean smirks. "Without me?"

* Yet another time is in the back seat of Baby. You were honestly shocked when he brought it up to you. You never thought he'd ask you to get back seat freaky in Baby, that's his- well- baby.

He was on top of you, your legs were wrapped around his waist as he pumped into you in a slow speed. His mouth is on your tits, his tongue flicking over your nipples. The sensation was fueling the fire in your belly. The car windows actually started to fog from the released breaths of you too.

This time was much more drawn out. You guessed he was making up for the quicky that took place just a few days prior. He moves his head to your other breast to lick that one and massage the one he just had his mouth using his free hand.

Your moans are much louder than before, there isn't anything around where Dean parked the car. He kisses his way up to your lips from your chest, paying special attention to your collarbone to suck a light hickey onto your skin. Your nails scrape against the skin of his back.

Once he gets to your lips he speeds his pace up. Both of your mouths melting together. You whine into his mouth.

"There you go, sweetheart." he says as you grind your hips up to meet him mid thrust.

His hand reaches down in-between your bodies to rub circles on your clit. You feel the fire in your belly once again. Dean kisses you like he's a dying man, licking and nipping at your bottom lip.

The both of your bodies are slowly moving in sync. Your hand traces up his bicep to hold onto him. You squeeze his right bicep and he flexes his muscle against your hand. His scruffy cheeks tickle your face. All of these sensations are like a drug to you, you cannot get enough of Dean Winchester.

You cum first this time. It takes Dean a little while longer, desperate to make you finish first. He moans into your mouth when he finishes. Singing you quiet praises. He pulls out of you and he takes a moment to look as his cum seeps out of your pussy.

Dean pinches your cheek after he helps you clean up the mess between your legs. "You ready to head back?"

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do all of them....... silly willy for posting this thinking i wont' say do all of them

01.     pockets. very minimal loose change. a pocket knife. sometimes one of those packs of matches that you get from motels or bars. other than that its the usual stuff: wallet, phone, house keys, lighter.

02.     bag. if we're talking about the travel bags that they can keep safely in the motels and stuff: nothing out of the ordinary. clothes, a bar of soap cause he likes his better, shampoo and conditioner, the usual care items. maybe a spicy time device if they're feeling it, so dig at your own risk.

but if we're talking the hunting bags that they keep in the trunk: matches and an extra lighter, a bulk container of salt, a fully stocked first aid kit that abe makes certain to refill if they use certain items after bad hunts. whatever they need in order to finish the case be it their salt shotguns, extra guns, machetes. he also carries a mix of very specific dried herbs and plants for spell work, plus a separate bag for the symbols and specific items made for them from by people they can trust, or by them in prep for spell work. stuff that may or may not be needed one day. abe is the definition of prepared for anything.

03.     car trunk. everything you'd expect to be there cause after a while abe stops using his personal truck because there's simply no use for it and they just use the impala. but when he did use his personal car a very long time ago, it was probably pretty empty. he might have carried a few crates in the back for the apples he'd take to market every once in a while, but thats about it.

04.     car glovebox. same as before, but i feel like abe probably likes to make sure that there is a roadmap in the glovebox even after smartphones get better and better cause "you never know," but also makes sure there are extra flashlights and maybe a few lil snacks that won't go bad if they're left in there for a while for an emergency. probably also keeps wipes in there cause he knows how dean is and how messy their job is. an extra spell bag that doesn't go in with the others, this one mostly filled with protective charms. better safe than sorry.

05.     closet. listen abe is a very simple man, jeans and a t-shirt guy at heart. there are a few simple jackets, one or two hoodies that are oversized because those are just comfier, maybe a good carhartt jacket. a rather decent selection of "nicer clothes," meaning he probably has two or three good suits with a tie collection he shares with dean for cases (lets be honest they probably share the whole closet). one pair of nice shoes to use during cases, a pair of work / casual shoes, and a pair of boots for hunts. thats wardrobe wise anyways ..

as far as what else is in the closet? a mini safe that holds most of their various ids when they're not on hunts: park ranger, safety inspector, etc., probably has the original blue-prints to the cabin in a sealed box somewhere buried under the rest of the things. honestly, there's probably not a lot of things in the closet that you wouldn't expect to be there.

06.     bedside table drawer. this is where it gets interesting because abe always, whether they're in the cabin or sleeping in a motel room, has a gun on the bedside table. there's also usually one under the bed just in case but for the most part they stay on the bedside table. always a thing of holy water in a little container too, which should never be confused for the bottle of lube which, ironically, they put in an old holy water bottle that has "sex" written on it in permanent marker because they thought it was too funny to pass up. at least the travel one is. the real bottle stays at home in their bedside drawer, safe and sound, tucked away with the rest of the miscellaneous stuff.

07.     medicine cabinet drawer. allergy pills. grape cough medicine as its the only one dean likes. pain medications like advil, a few icy-hot patches they tried one time for dean after a particularly rough hunt that just remain as an extra option, just in case. some extra strength excedrin (especially during and post michael). a variety of band - aids and bandages, a pair of scissors, needle and stitch thread that he keeps in abundance. alcohol.

08.     wallet. id, one or two separate cards, no more than $100 cash at a time and that is used mostly for emergencies. he also carries a little photo of dean in one of the pockets of his wallet. its a little bent at one of the corners and faded from age but its his favorite picture and he will never take it out.

also has this old zolatar fortune card that he got from some old shop out in the middle of the midwest one time. it was one of those in between cases moments when they stopped somewhere and took some time to unwind and time for them so they could just be, probably before getting sam, and it said something about how he was holding on to something from the past and that what he has in front of him is his future, his way forward, that the only way to truly have it is to let go. its a nice little reminder to have so he keeps it, plus it reminds him of the fun he and dean had that day.

09.     “junk” drawer. probably a shit ton of batteries of all sizes and rubber bands, truth be told. change that just kinda got dropped in there for whatever reason. old keys that probably don't belong to anything anymore. both dead and perfectly working pens, good luck. old written notes (good morning, ran an errand and will be back soon. going to the store, be back in an hour. out in the orchard, coffee is still warm) to dean that can probably be tossed. an old owners manual for a fridge that abe had in the 50s that should have probably been tossed a long time ago. a bunch of miscellaneous stuff like paperclips and pins, a few safety pins, the works.

10.     pantry. honestly it stays pretty stocked with fresh things. plenty of apples from the orchard, onions from the farmers market in town, peppers and herbs that he collects from the same market. little snacks that dean likes.

a lot of what abe keeps at the house is fresh goods, a lot of things that he uses for making meals from scratch with the best ingredients possible. locally grown produce, if not his own. so every other week or so he has to make a grocery run to make sure things stay stocked.

11.     phone home screen. abe is a pretty basic man, most of the things on his phone are default things that were already on the home screen to begin with. camera, calendar, a search engine. there might be like one game on it that he and dean play and get a little competitive with from time to time, but its really kind of generic default stuff from there.

12.     frequently used emojis. 🍆 - this one requires no explanation whatsoever. 🥰 - same with this one. 🙄 - this one is usually at other people.

13.     to do list. as follows: dean. pick up extra flour and butter from the store. dean. check to see when the market begins to set up for fall harvest this year. dean.

14.     computer home screen. mostly pretty empty. his background is of him and dean though, one of those times they were just relaxing in the orchard after a long days work. probably about the only thing that he actually uses on the computer is google for cases.

15.     bookcase. abe has a whole stockpile of books from various eras and regions of the world. a lot of them are likely in different languages, ancient and modern, and some are even first edition copies / very rare finds out there in the world anymore. he has so many books in his collection, in fact, that the study shelves are completely filled (some books are even leftover from when will was using the study during his life), stacked sideways, and there are piles of 12+ high on the floor around the old desk and in front of the book cases.

a lot of them are various lore from around the world, some are different versions and translations of religious texts, others are studies of the supernatural from around the world and, in a very select few, published works about the possible existence of immortal peoples. there are fictional works between the occult stuff and some business publishes and law studies that were a part of will's things in life that abe doesn't have the heart to throw out.

16.     cd collection. abe is more of a records kind of guy, and even then its not very plentiful. anymore they probably play things through the system on the tv abe has in the living room when either of them want to listen to music in the cabin, but abe probably didn't collect a lot of cds or vinyls.

for a long time he was content to just live in silence and take in the sounds at the cabin more than anything. but with each dean, there were different moments they sat and listened to music. a radio, a vinyl record, the cassettes in the impala, through the bluetooth system on the tv.

17.     calendar for this month. nothing too specific. mostly just working on his plan for the fall season. apples are going to be in high demand for pies and ciders, and he'll definitely be among those at the market hoping to sell later in the month through all of autumn.

18.     “secret” hiding spot. there really isn't one. not really. the cabin itself is technically an escape but its not really a hiding spot, nor is it really a secret. there used to be an old cellar on the property where they'd store certain things for winter, but it likely collapsed one spring due to a collection of moister over the years and was never rebuilt.

but i guess if we want to get really truly technical, there is ONE hiding spot that remains a secret and thats where he buried his guns he used during his time as a hired gun after promising never to touch them again. and thats at the back corner of the property, next to the little creek that runs through. abraham has never told a soul where he put those things, and it remains an unspoken secret to this day.

19.     five most recent in contact list. dean, most contacted. sam, second most contacted. cas, probably, on a rare basis. wendy and george, the elderly couple who run the market most days, rarely contacted.

20.     refrigerator. a lot of fresh produce, just like the pantry. eggs, milk, peaches and strawberries, vegetables. sometimes there are pie leftovers that they put in the fridge from the night before, maybe some from dinner too. some coffee creamer. some of deans favorite beer.

21.     home safe. not a lot, truly. their most unused id badges for various occupations, the original deed to the property that was passed to him and will's last documented wishes. his mom's personal bible, both to keep it safe from the elements but also so he doesn't have to look at it anywhere because he can't bring himself to.

22.     amazon shopping cart. nothing. abe rarely uses amazon, doesn't even have a membership. abe tries not to use it as often and likes to do a lot of his shopping locally, and if he can't find it THEN he'll try other places like amazon.

23.     bank account. thats a big number that i'm not even going to try and figure. just know that he's set both from his own wealth through the years and what will had passed down to him, adjusted for inflation through the last few turns of the century and just ... they're not going to be struggling any time soon. abe could truly get away with a lot of things financially if he truly wanted to.

24.     first aid kit. various kinds of pain killers, alcohol + alcohol wipes, gauze and various bandages and band - aids. scissors, stitching needle and thread. a clean knife. tweezers. little vial tubes in case they need to keep a sample of something. antibacterial spray. bug cream for those ridiculous bug bites. burn gel. emergency blankets. blood cleaning kit. anything and everything you can think of.

o25.     five most recent in google search history.  cases of supernatural hauntings in rural areas in the states. cases + studies of immortality. lore on a specific monster for cases they work on. hotels near me.

26.     most used playlist. deans playlist. abe has a few songs in the mix of that list but its always deans playlist.

but i feel like they have a road playlist and an at home playlist. ones for keeping them busy and entertained on the road between cases and driving back to the cabin, and ones for when they want to just relax. the smooth relaxing kind of music you can put on in the background to cook or to settle into a warm bath to.

27.     least used playlist. the at home playlist probably. sometimes they just want to crawl into bed after everything, settle in with the natural sounds of crickets and the occasional owl in the distance.

28.     five most recent sent text messages.

to dean, saved under - husband: i found the remote to dean, saved under - husband: when you come back in, i have a surprise for you (; to dean, saved under - husband: i love you to sam, saved under - sasquatch: i found something of interest, call me to sam, saved under - sasquatch: DO NOT DISTURB. 1 hr.

29.     five most recent received text messages.

from dean, saved under - husband: where the hell was it ?? from dean, saved under - husband: oh i like the sound of that (; from dean, saved under - husband: ❤️❤️ from sam, saved under - sasquatch: ok. 1 hr. from sam, saved under - sasquatch: get dean and call me, i have something

30.     netflix watch history. probably just scooby doo cartoons and old clint eastwood westerns. not necessarily on netflix but wherever they can find them. its a bunch of classics for them, really.

[apimpnamedlo]

That’s just my Baby Daddy (headcanons)

warnings: fluff, a little angst, mentions of pregnancy

A/N: These are just little headcanons I thought up with @shisoaya 🥰 Thank you bby for keeping my head straight when it comes to these men.

Enjoy!

Eren

For starters, your first bundle of joy was conceived in the last year of your college careers.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t convince Eren that just because you were on the pill DID NOT mean that he could “shoot up the club” 😐

He probably got the message loud and clear when you passed him a positive pregnancy test.

He was probably really upset that you two didn’t have anything together, but you wanted to keep the baby and he respected your decision. Thankfully, this man had a reason to buckle down and start taking his studies seriously. By the time you graduated, he graduated with marks thats showed his effort. Please be proud of him 🥺 he did it for you and the baby!

Gets all of his teachings from Carla and unfortunately, has her and his dad on speed dial whenever you mention the slightest of things.

Mumbles to your stomach in the sweetest broken German, getting a head start on bonding with his baby. He’s really just so sweet 🥺

Wants to know the gender IMMEDIATELY. He’s at every appointment with high hopes.

Probably tears up at the little shoes he comes across, and will walk around the store with a matching pair for the three of you until you reluctantly agree to let him buy them.

You two have a perfectly healthy baby girl, and from that point on Eren has TWO apples of his eye.

Later on in life, Eren took time to make sure the both of you had another one just so that your oldest wasn’t lonely. Your second was a boy. Even then when your home wasn’t rowdy enough? The two of you sat down and discussed adoption. A few years after going through the process, you brought home your second sweet little boy.

He’s so proud to have completed such a loving family with you.

And all it took was him wanting a nut LOL-

LEVI

This man didn’t think about kids when the two of you got married. Honestly, he was probably waiting on you to take the first move when you were comfortable.

But when you asked him to start trying, who was he to say no?

It took time and preparation. Levi wasn’t producing a high enough cell count, and a baby seemed so far away. It seemed over time, the two of you tried everything.

When the light of having one looked a little too dim?

You called him at work with the big news. Finally you two were blessed with a baby.

You think your nesting was bad? Levi was horrible when it came to having the house spotless in the duration of your pregnancy.

Doesn’t want to know the gender until the baby is born. This man is more than excited to be surprised.

The both of you are all too familiar with the house smelling as sterile as a hospital.

Once, Hange came over just to hang out with him and before they could even sneeze? Levi was spraying the air with disinfectant 💀 and them-

Bright side? He’s going to spend so much time with your bump as possible, making sure the baby knew he loved him and that he’d be there for them always.

He’s a master at making soothing teas for your stomach or anything else that’s bothering you. I wouldn’t be surprised if he took up giving you rub downs whenever you asked just to make sure you’re always happy. 

And don’t mention the fridge full of whatever you were craving or things to make meals you asked for any time of the night.

Surprisingly enough, yours and Levi’s son was born on Christmas Day, the same as their father. Smooth, evenly scheduled process on his part, he really got things done aside from labor. It really was a miracle that day because out of the pictures you do have with the often stoic man, his smile of pride and joy made everything worth it.

ZEKE

Ever heard of the term one and done?

Zeke has. He wants a kid, but he’s just so busy.

He really makes sure to make sure to work on the two of you first, the first few years of marriage being blissful and full of nothing but communication.

Zeke probably would worry about making the same mistakes as his divorced parents, and that’s why he steadily worked through himself to prepare to give your child nothing but love and support.

Don’t worry. He’s building his fortune in the duration of his residency, and honestly all that’s left is to be able to swipe a card without checking his balance. After that?

He’s on you like white on rice.

Planned sex is definitely a thing with you two, carefully calculated to your fertile windows. This man is skipping work to make sure you two conceive, leaving meetings or family/friend outings without so much as a bye 👋🏾 You two have a baby to make

Before you got pregnant, he definitely tries his best to stop smoking cigarettes 🥺

He’d like to be surprised. Probably will invite your close friends and family to a gender reveal.

When you conceived, he probably already knew. This man studies the hell out of you. The slightest thing will bring his attention to you, and just like that he’s gonna know.

Knows how heavy the baby would get so definitely picks up your belly when you look like you need the relief 🥺 He’s such an observant daddy-

Like Eren, speaks German to your baby but his is much better and thicker in accent. Zeke will speak to your baby and compliment you while he’s at it. He can’t wait to teach them 🥰

“Your mother has to be a warrior to carry you.”

“Calm down, little one.”

BASEBALL. ONSIES. ALL OVER. This man is READY to play catch with his kid, no matter what.

Will argue with the doctors at your appointments. He just will. If he can’t attend, bet your ass he’s gonna chew someone out over FaceTime for even the slightest mistakes.

When your son is born, Zeke is definitely scared after all of his preparations. Would he be good enough? Could he keep his family together? Could he really be the doting father that his son needs?

When he looks into his eyes that are an exact copy of yours?

He’s sure he can.

JEAN

I don’t think you two were trying, but the pregnancy was surely a welcomed surprise.

He’s a mama’s boy, so be prepared to be catered to every second of the day.

Still is gonna complain tho, with the stupidest smile on his face.

Wants another and THIS ONE ISNT DONE BAKING YET-

Honestly, I think Jean would want to know the gender immediately because he’s a little too excited for a baby. And he’s so happy to be having a little girl 🥺

The two of you are probably going to butt heads on names a lot. The two of you have a list of names that are stubbornly crossed out, and you only get two options until one is left standing you agree on.

Is probably plotting out the cutest little outfits with his mom, who’s making sure her son is taking GOOD care of you.

You definitely are going to eat probably the best with him during the pregnancy.

I don’t make the rules, this man’s daughter has him wrapped around his finger when she’s born.

The both of you are neck and neck when it comes to checking her 24/7 the first year of her life. Cant be too careful, right?

ARMIN

Definitely wants kids.

Would be another planned pregnancy, but the surprise came in the form of two sets of feet.

That’s right 🥺 He’d be the proud father of ✨identical ✨twins.

Armin is so gentle through the entire pregnancy. He’s always studying how to best care for them, quietly prepping your home while you rest to house your growing family.

He’s the one to remind you to take your vitamins daily.

You’d be so cherished 🥺 The bby is becoming a father, and he’s gonna be emotional about it. Not out of fear, but the pride and joy just well up sometimes, ya know?

Wants the gender to be a surprise for a gender reveal he planned 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I wanna have a baby for him too-

Has an app on his phone telling him how big your baby is, what they’re the size of, etc.

Slow dancing in the delivery room? I’ve got to say, Armin wouldn’t be scared to get in there and help you through the entire process. He’s probably the most hands on.

When the twins are born, Armin takes sweet time in learning his sons and the littlest things about them. He knows them by how they sneeze, the look of their little toes and the thick mess of hair that looked like a mixture between the two of you

10000/10 would make this man a daddy.

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Sweet Pea//don't know if you love me or you want me dead

Request: I dunno if this'll go through or not but can i request a Sweet Pea/reader based on this text post, I can't find the original version lol 

hey! sweet pea imagine based off this ^. originally posted by @riverdalecentral​, so thank you! its enemies to lovers!! which is a trope that i adore! (side note, if you ever see anything to do with enemies to lovers you can 100% just send it to me with literally no explanation and i absolutely will not mind). title is from ‘teeth’ by 5sos! i had so much fun writing this! i hope you all enjoy it! i also hope you’re all having a lovely day/night!

No matter where you are in the world, you never want to be in a forest at night. But if you live in Riverdale, thats just a given. Nobody in their right minds goes into Fox Forest at midnight, however, spending five minutes with Sweet Pea can make anyone go insane. And so here you are, trekking through the woods like you’re in some sort of shitty horror film. 

“I can’t believe Jones has got us running around town like we’re in fucking Scooby Doo.” Sweet Pea huffs as the two of you walk through the trees. You let go of the branch you’re holding, and it narrowly avoids hitting Sweet Pea. You can feel the glare you’re getting and a small smirk twitches at your lips. 

You and Sweet Pea have a complicated relationship to say the least. You’ve both been part of the serpents for the same amount of time. (You were actually initiated 5 minutes before him but he doesn’t like to admit that). You have grown up in the same trailer park, five trailers from each other and you share the same friends. But there’s just something about him that makes you want to stick pins in your eyes. And there’s something about you, that makes him want to repeatedly stub his toe every single minute of his life, rather than spend five minutes with you. So yeah, its complicated. 

There’s been so much speculation around why you two hate each other. Fangs says its because you’re both too stubborn to actually have a proper conversation (whatever Fogarty). Toni says its because you secretly like each other (gross), and there was once a theory that it was because you had secretly dated and then broke up (again, you would rather stick pins in your eyes). 

You just hated each other. That was it. 

Although, despite the fact that spending five minutes in the same room with him makes you nauseous, he is kind of attractive. If you’re into the whole ‘bad boy, gang member, secretly soft at heart’ thing. Not that you’d ever admit that to anyone. 

“You’re Shaggy!” “You’re Scooby.” You both say at the same time making your expression mirror his. You both glare at each other before reluctantly turning away and continuing to walk.

“If you’re implying that I’m lesser because I’m the dog...1. You’re an idiot. Everybody loves dogs and Scooby Doo is evidence of that. And 2. Scooby Doo is the main character. The whole franchise is named after him, making him the lead. He even has a snack named after him. Its Scooby’s world and we’re just living in it.” 

“What. The. Fuck.” He stops and you roll your eyes, turning around to look at him. 

“You know I’m right...Shaggy.” You shine your torch in his eyes and he squints before flipping you off.

“How am I Shaggy?” 

“You give of major stoner vibes, you’re always eating and I never see you wear anything other than a dark t-shirt, black jeans and your serpent jacket.” You look him up and down and he huffs in response, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“They all wear the same outfits...they’re cartoons.” 

“True.” You nod. “But the other two are right. Plus, you’d be nothing without me.”

“I’d be a lot happier without you.” He replies and you send him a sarcastic smile back. He returns it and the two of you continue through the woods, your torches casting a variation of shadows against the tall trees. Its less like Scooby Doo and more like Blair Witch. And despite your company being Sweet Pea, you’d rather him than nobody.

You suddenly get the feeling your being watched, and the intensity of it makes you stop in your tracks, Sweet Pea soon catches up to you, stopping beside you and also looking around. 

“What is it? Did you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror?” He teases and even though you’re absolutely terrified, you still find it in yourself to punch him in the arm. 

“We’re in the middle of a forest. Where would I find a mirror?” 

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “I’ve found some weird things in the woods. I once found a pile of bones, a belt and a half eaten apple.” 

“I-What?” You look up at him and he shrugs casually. 

“To this day I have no idea why they were there. Although, the belt does look pretty good on.” 

“Hm-Wait what?” You glance at his belt, the silver reflecting off the rays of your torch and he quickly looks away. 

“Nothing.” 

“What exactly are we looking for?” You ask, changing the subject. 

“I dunno. Jughead just said ‘anything strange’.” 

“In Riverdale? Yeah, that’ll be easy.” You huff before quickly pointing your torch to the side of you. Sweet Pea joins, the two of you silently listening and watching (and praying) that its just an owl. After a minute you both continue walking, this time in silence and you’re sure you’ve huddle a little closer to each other, but neither of you seem to mind. 

Twigs snap underneath your shoes and a gust of wind makes the trees rustle around you. It makes you shiver, and you swear Sweet Pea pauses for just a second to look around. The whole atmosphere makes you feel suddenly claustrophobic, despite being in the great outdoors, and right now you’re unsure who you hate more, Sweet Pea...or Jughead.

“What did he mean by strange?” You whisper and look around again. 

“I don’t know. Anything that could explain the weird going ons at his preppy new school.” 

“Why would that have anything to do with the woods. They’re in the opposite direction of each other.” 

“Ask Jones.” He holds his hands up defensively making you huff loudly. Your barely make it two steps before freezing again, Sweet Pea grunts as he walks into you but you don’t acknowledge him, too busy trying to decipher whether the noise you heard was a bird or a murderer. 

“Did you hear that?” 

“What!?” He looks around quickly and somehow, the two of you end up closer together than you were before. “Y/n, I swear to god, if you’re fucking with me, I will actually kill you.” 

“Surprisingly, you don’t sound that threatening when I can feel you literally shaking beside me.” 

“Shut up.” 

“Why did Jones even pair us together. You’re about as much use as a wet sock.” You mutter angrily, but you cut yourself off when you see a shadow move out of the corner of your eye. Before you can stop yourself you’re reaching out for Sweet Pea, grabbing his arm and squeezing. “Sweet Pea?” 

“Yep?” His doesn’t even hide the fear in his voice, and if you were in any other situation, you would have definitely made fun of him. 

“Did you see that?” 

“...yep.” He nods. “Do you think we should investigate?” 

“Do you think we should investigate?” You mock. “Its like you want to get murdered.” 

“A lot of people wouldn’t be opposed to that.” 

“Getting murdered, or you specifically getting murdered.” 

“Either, or.” He shrugs. 

“I think at least a few people would miss you.” You reply and a smirk appears on his face. 

“Am I dead? Have I already been murdered? Are you actually being nice to me?” 

“We can find out if people would miss you if you want.” You smile sarcastically at him and he shoves you lightly. For a second, the two of you forget where you are and what you’re supposed to be doing. It feels light, even if you are being rude to each other, and you swear, for a split second, you feel yourself enjoying each others company. But of course, he ruins it. 

“No thanks. I’m happy knowing that you’d miss me.” 

“I never said tha-” He only looks away for a few seconds. He saw something move and he thought he’d check it out. But in the time that he turns around, that he pulls his eyes away from watching your lips as they say whatever sarcastic comment you’d come up with, you vanish. Your sentence being cut off. 

He swears he’s never moved faster. Instantly he turns back around, shining the torch in every direction he can. It suddenly feels darker and the only thing he can hear is his heart beating in his throat. “Y/n?” It starts off as a whisper, unsure of what to do. But when you don’t answer, he manages to find his voice. “Where did you go? Y/n? I would very much like to hear your annoying voice.” His eyes close, despite every fibre of his body screaming at him not too. He’s seen horror films, he knows he shouldn’t close his eyes, but he needs to wish and prayer and do anything he can to find you. 

“...sweet pea?” Your voice is quiet and trembling, but he hears it and his eyes snap open, frantically looking around. 

“Y/-” Your name dies in his throat once he sees you, and he can’t speak anymore. 

For as long as Sweet Pea can remember, he’s been day dreaming about you getting into traumatic accidents. There’s a running competition between the two of you, over who can come up with the most gruesome and violent end for the other.  Unfortunately he is winning due to a very traumatizing death that he said was inspired by both Saw and Final Destination. 

Right now though, your actual life is in threat and he has never wanted anything less in his life. 

A blonde, creepy looking boy around the same age as both of you holds you tight to him, one arm over your chest while the other holds a knife to your throat. There’s a dark haired girl stood beside him, also holding a knife, and even though she doesn’t look as intimidating as the blonde, it does nothing to make Sweet Pea feel better. 

“Wow, Jones was too scared to find us himself he sent his lackeys to do his dirty work.” 

“Let her go...please.” His voice breaks and he takes a careful step towards you. His hands already reaching into his pocket, desperately searching for his knife and brass knuckles, but he stops when he makes eye contact with the boy. 

“And we are not his lackeys.” You protest, despite the knife digging into your skin further, and the hold on you becoming tighter. 

Whatever Sweet Pea was feeling, whether it was fear, vulnerability or something in between completely disappears. And his gaze shifts from the man holding you, to you yourself, the same annoyed expression on his face. “Maybe focus on the knife being held to your throat, and then argue about what we are to Jughead.” 

“Don’t tell me what to do.” You roll your eyes. 

“Oh sorry for trying to save your life.” 

“Save my life? You couldn’t even sav-” 

“Is this a bad time? Do you want us to come back and kill you later orrr?” The girl asks sarcastically as she looks between you and Sweet Pea. Both of you look at each other before looking at the floor. 

“Continue.” You grumble and you feel the knife slice into your skin. A small cry escapes your lips and Sweet Pea looks up quickly. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so frightened, and you definitely didn’t think you’d be on the receiving end of such a look, but there’s something about it that stirs something inside of you, in spite of the very inappropriate moment.

“Okay.” She says, twirling the knife in-between her fingers. “We can either do this the easy way, or the even easier way. We’re going to make it look like a fight that went wrong. And then we’ll stumble out of the woods, covered in blood, crying, saying that it was self defense.” She smiles wickedly. 

“Even better idea, we don’t even have to be here. We could make it look like a fight between two gang members.” 

“Hmmm.” You and Sweet Pea say at the same time. Both of you know it’s very rare that Serpents kill each other, so that wouldn’t work, but as soon as you look at each other after the collective thought, do you realize the mistake you made. Never say ‘hmm’ when faced with death. 

“Aww, thanks for helping us plan your death.” The boy says. “So no to the fight between gang members. What about a fight between two lovers.” 

“Ew.” You mutter. 

“Gross.” Sweet Pea adds. 

“I’d rather just die.” You shrug and Sweet Pea sends you a look. 

“Y/n.” He sighs. 

“Fine, we’ll just go with the fight.” The boy huffs, moving the knife to the other side of your neck and digging it in. Blood trickles down your chest making both you and Sweet Pea wince. 

“You want to fight?” Your force the words out of your mouth and you can feel the look Sweet Pea is giving you. “Come on then, fight me.” The two of them exchange glances, they clearly weren’t expecting an answer from you. Whoever sent them to do this, definitely underestimated how stubborn serpents are, so maybe Fangs was right about you and Sweet Pea, maybe you were both too stubborn to get along. 

The ten seconds that they’re distracted, gives you and Sweet Pea a chance to look at each other. A silent conversation happens between the two of you and even though you’re not entirely sure of what he’s saying, you just hope you got the basic idea and so you send him a nod. 

While they’re distracted, Sweet Pea reaches into his pocket, slowly pulling his knife out, and as soon as they look back, you start your plan. Quickly you kick the guy as hard as you can in the shin making him fall and push you away from him, dropping the knife as he does. You swiftly pick it up and Sweet Pea uses the distraction to grab the girl, pressing his own knife against her neck. 

You stand a few feet away from them, holding your own knife and the one you stole out in front of you. 

“Touch her if you never want to see the light of day again.” He whispers in the girls ear and he sends a look to her weird friend that makes him stop in his tracks. 

“Now.” You smile. “Do you want to do this the easy way, or the hard way?” 

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Dawn breaks as you both stumble out the forest. You’re covered in cuts and bruises, but thankfully you’ve stopped bleeding so you’ll take that as a win. Usually you enjoy beating up rich kids, its one of the few things you and Sweet Pea can bond over, but right now you just want to go home. 

They may have been preppy, but they definitely knew what they were doing. And they’d managed to escape, slipping away from you and through the trees. They may have gotten away, but they were barley in one piece, and so you figured that would be enough to bide Jughead some time with whatever he was planning. 

There’s a togetherness about fighting. For a while you, both you and Sweet Pea were sure you were going to die in there, and so now that you’re walking through the sleepy streets of the town, there’s a part of you thats glad the other made it out. 

They say fighting changes you. It awakens something in you. Usually that something is hate or anger, but both of you already have enough of that. 

No, this is something else. 

Respect for the other? Or maybe fondness? Whatever it is, its new and it swirls around the both of you, leaving you unsure of how to act. So you walk to Jughead’s house in silence, your arms brushing gently against each other every so often. 

Jughead’s house is quiet as the two of you walk through the front door. The Jones/Cooper house is full, serpents mill about the place, with either food or drinks in their hands. And Jughead is in the middle of them, stood right in the centre of the living room. It seems you and Sweet Pea weren’t the only people sent to their deaths last night. 

Everyone looks surprised as you walk into the living room. They probably expected at least one of you to be dead, whether that was because of something is the woods, or one of you, its surprising to see you two alive, with just a few cuts and bruises. 

“Did you guys find anything weird.” 

“Oh, you know. The usual.” You shrug. Jughead nods, deciding to talk to you about it in private later on. And so he starts talking to the group again, you and Sweet Pea practically blending into the background. But there’s a definite shift in atmosphere. 

Usually when you and Sweet Pea are in a room together there’s tension, and everybody is aware of it. But this time, its different. It feels light, despite the tense subject being discussed. Everyone can feel the change, but nobody can figure out what it is. 

Only you and Sweet Pea know what has changed. And as he squeezes your hand in his, a soft smile appearing on his face as he looks at you, you have a feeling a lot more things are going to change. Some of them may not be for the good, it seems like there’s a lot more to be uncovered in Riverdale, but one things for sure, you’re glad Sweet Pea is by your side for it.

[mtherhino]

One side, Two lives

Chapter two

Somethings off, something

First Next

Warnings: slight mention of eating disorder, I think that’s it though

He seems a bit off, Virgil thought to himself. He was honestly not very good when it came to emotions, so he didn’t really have a place to judge, but still. Virgil watched as the Prince went back to his room after his flamboyant wave. The Former Dark side shrugged off the others weird demeanor and put on his head phones. He as still very tired so he just selected MCR and put it on shuffle.

He decided to head over to to the kitchen, a light snack before dinner couldn’t hurt much. He passed Logan on his way there and saw that he was reading some kind of murder mystery book. Probably going to have a few scenes from that in Thomas’s nightmares tonight. Virgil grumbled a bit as he headed over to the fridge. It looked liked Patton was a almost done making dinner so he couldn’t eat a lot. He grabbed an apple from the fridge and went to sit on the counter.

Logan, somehow sensing him, he turned to the Anxious side and gave him a glare, to which Virgil just gave him a smug smirk. Ever since the others risked themselves by going to his room uninvited he’s become a lot more confident and open with them. It was honestly, nice, to have friend again.

Though as todays events came to mind his smirk turned into a frown. Deceit trying to make Thomas lie to his friend just to go to the call back had really stressed him out. Sure, he wanted to go to the callback to, but his friends needs where more important than his! I mean, if they found out Thomas lied for his own gain, they might think he’s horrible and wont want to be his friend anymore! What if-

“Virgil”

The hoodie covered side looked up to Patton who had a worried look on his face.

“Are you ok kiddo?” Patton asked. Oh, Virgil thought, I almost went into a panic attack. He took a few deep breath before looking up once more and giving the fatherly the side a small smile.

“Yah Dad, I’m fine, todays just been really stressful.” Patton gave a comforting smile, “ok son, well diners ready so could you please grab Roman for me?” “Sure pop star” he said as he jumped of the counter.

Virgil hummed along slightly to his music as he headed down the hallway. Romans room was pretty close to his, which Virgil found kinda odd since the farther along the hallway goes the darker the mind gets.

He stopped at the Princly side’s door and pulled off his headphones and opened the door just a crack. Soft humming came from the room and Virgil couldn’t help himself but to look in. He saw Roman siting on his bed, listening to what he could only guess where Disney song and oh so softly singing along.

Virgil was slightly amazed. It was so odd to see the flamboyant side being so calm and peaceful. Another odd fact however was that he had on sweatpants and and a dark grey crop top. Cute.

Before he could be amazed any further, Roman sniffed the air, probably smelling the pasta, and sat up. Nearly panicking, the purple side closed the door and knocked lightly.

“Just a minute!” Roman yelled from the other side of the door. Only now did Virgil notice that his ears where slightly red.

What the heck! Why are my ears so warm! He threw his hoodie over his head and silently panicked as too why he had thought cute when he saw Princy. It took longer than expected but eventually the Prince came out with a pair of loose jeans and a red t-shirt saying “royalty” it gold letters.

Why did he change? The anxious boy wondered in his head while looking up at the prince.

“Hey Ro, Pat said that dinner is ready” “Alright Virge, lets get going then!” Roma said with a smile.

The two walked to the kitchen together and saw that the table was already all set up and Logan was already in his seat, book still in hand.

“Hi guys! Grab a seat and get ready for some great chicken Alfredo!” Patton shouted form the kitchen as he was picking up a large dish off pasta.

The table was small and round, but it felt so comforting to Virgil, the entire light side of Thomases mind was, in his opinion, a lot better than the dark sides area. They had their own main room and kitchen there but it always smelt like something was burning and the lights were flickering no matter what any of the dark sides tried.

“I figured after the stressful day we all had that we deserved a nice meal to brighten the mood.” Patton said smiling and setting the pasta down. Roman’s smile looked a little more forced after that comment, but no one seemed to notice.

Every started to fill their plates with food, Patton’s plate seemed to have a small mountain on it. Virgil chuckled softly as Logan reminded everyone health facts throughout dinner and reminded them not to over eat.

However he smile turned into one of confusion as he saw Romans plate. I the amount must have only been a small handful of pasta and the side was mostly just pushing it around the plate with his fork. When he did take bites they were extremely small. The purple side found this a bit weird but just reasoned to himself that the royal must have had something to eat earlier on.

Dinner went well, Patton tried to make puns, accused Logan of making a few of his own and overall a nice family time. A bit surprisingly Roman offered to wash the dishes so that the others could talk a bit more, it wasn’t that Roman didn’t help out or anything, but he usually loved to tell the others about whatever project he was working on.

However, Virgil just had to start up a bit of banter with him, what could he say, it was their thing.

“The Prince is willing to lower his pride for us commoners?” He of course meant it as a joke, but he saw it. Princy stumbled, ever so slightly, when he heard the word pride. But being the actor he was, he quickly corrected himself and turned to the other with a smug face.

“What is a Prince if not chivalrous?” He retorted.

After everything was put away the sides dispersed to go to their own rooms. Well, except for Virgil, he always like to sit in the silence of the night for a few minutes. He sighed in content as the threw himself onto the couch and put his headphones back on, this time selecting Panic! at the Disco. Dying in LA started playing and Virgil started softly singing along. Sure, it was a supposed to be a sad song but he just found it so calming and soft compared to others.

He was so focused with his music that he didn’t notice the other side walking into the room, at least not until he heard a soft “Wow” from the walkway. He quickly looked up and saw Roman standing their with a form of wonder painted on his face. Virgil blushed from the embarrassment of getting caught.

Sure, he sometimes sang a bit in videos, but he always played it off as if he was kinda forced to sing along  with the others. So being caught red handed about the fact that he actually enjoyed seeing was a bit embarrassing.

Roman seemed to shake himself out of his head.

“That was, um, some lovely singing Virgil.” He said as he scratched the back of his neck and tried to seem less completely and utterly amazed by the others soft side. He tried to hide it as best as he could, but he did indeed have a light blush on his cheeks.

“Ha, thanks Princy, what are you doing up? Don’t princes need their beauty sleep or something?” Virgil said, trying to steer away form the previous topic. Roman was slightly caught of guard in his head, having completely forgotten what he came to get, but as always he didn’t let his thoughts reach his face.

“Just getting some water Hot Topic.” The Prince said with a smile. Virgil watched as Roman went to the kitchen and got the smallest glass of water possible that was filled to the top with ice. Well, that’s odd. The royal walked back over and the anxious side didn’t feel the need to shut off his questions this time, maybe with Roman tired he could get an actual answer.

“Hey Roman, are you doing ok? You seem a bit, off, today.” Virgil tried to phrase carefully, he didn’t want to offend the creative side, though with his ego he doubted he could do any real damage.

Roman looked back at him and seemed to be considering something in his head, finally sighing and putting a hand though his hair. “It’s just been a long and eventful day Virgil, I’ll be right as rain by morning.” He said back to his worried friend. In all honesty. Virge thought that wasn’t the full truth, but he had to agree, it had been a long day.

I mean, seeing Deciet again, having to skip something that could help Thomas’s carrier, and being accused of just overall being a bad person was a lot for anyone to have in one day. Plus with Roman having the final vote on the matter, that must not sit quite right with him, seeing as he is Thomas’s hopes and dreams.

“Yah, its been quite a day, guess we could all use a good nights sleep. Good night Princy.” Virgil said with a wave. Roman smiled and waved a he walked of towards his room, “good night emo.”

Virgil gave a sigh as he put his headphones back on, he hoped that Roman would be ok and get some sleep. Although he would never admit it he cared about the creative side quite a bit. He was exhausted so even though he was on the couch, he closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep still listening to his music.

Another chapter! Sorry thats its short, this has been a stressful week for me. Anyways, someone asked to be tagged for this strory so I guess their will now be a tagged list? Sorry I’m still new to this but if you want I’ll tagged you for the chapters that are to come! Anyways, thats all for now humans, have a good day!

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Oh! Here’s the first chapter if anyone is looking for it

[everyday-is-brighter-with-you]

CRYING IN THE (WINTER)CLUB

Before starting the ID I want to say there are some OC characters in this, and I’ve described their general appearance in this google doc for ref!

[ ID: Wide front view colored art drawn traditionally and colored digitally. Every character is in fullbody except Dr Habit whos drawn till above legs. In the scene many people are gathered out in the winter snow at a backyard. Snow falls everywhere. Overall pic is light blue toned. There is slight pale vignette around it.

Dr.Habit is looking away and wiping a tear, smiling. In the artists interpretation he has yellow fur, pink hair, stitches on hands, deep red nails.He wears long brown fur coat, big white knitted scarf, black fingerless gloves, black fur ushanka with orange fruits and green leaves design. Wears hair in a long plait. A dark grey maine coon leans into him.

Putunia is laying down, hands on cheeks making a ''ooo'' face in anticipation and glee. In the artists interpretation she has long dark brown curly hair. She wears a purple petunia shaped dress, blue pants, short brim straw hat with fake purple flowers,  thick yellow socks. Wears hair in big pigtails tied with pink bobble ties. She is looking at Lil Habby( the puppet) holding a fire gun to a melting chocolate bar, melting into a cup for making a drink. He wears the usual with a pink flower in hair. He has long thin simple shadow arms and legs here.

Marigold is sitting idle on the grass, looks curiously at snow on his petal hair, maybe even irritated. Near him on a pink cushy sofa with green highlights and little yellow flower designs sits Rose playing his flute eyes closed and legs kicking casually. In this picture his hair is longer. His hair tie rests on a sofa arm.

Behind him the Carlas are making a Snow Carla. Fortune Teller Carla is smiling and keeping a camellia on the snow figure. A red sleeveless dress and red gloves are drawn on her, wears hair in double buns with sparkling grey flower bands encircling buns, green eyeshadow. Another Carla laughs heartily, adding more snow.  A green buttoned dress with yellow ''fluff''  and striped brown cap with same fluff is drawn on her. The third Carla's face is away from viewer, she too is adding snow. A blue dress like Elsa's icy dress and a purple flower crown is drawn on her, though the cape is actually worn. The Snow Carla has one swirly eye dug in, a button eye with leaf lashes and branch eyebrow, carrot nose, red wax lips stuck on. From the camellia tree behind the red-clothed one, a pair of green cat eyes with thick brown brows stare.

Farther away on the other side Kamal is walking in, holding a half eaten pitha in hand while approaching. He holds a bag with a box saying ''To Kamal, with love''. In the artists interpretation his face is acne scarred. He wears a blue-black sweater, purple scarf, blue pants, brown winter shoes with white fluff at the top, one gold earring, frog shape chew necklace, hair is in a bun.

At the center Trevor is reaching up  with a stool and fiddling with a giant vibrating hot chocolate machine. He wears his usual coat with added blue jeans, red scarf with yellow and black stripes, leopard print heels, green goggles, mask for mouth, silver ear piercings. Hair is in a mullet and nails are sharp and black. The machine has a funnel streaming black smoke, and many bright devices on it. In the center of it is a radioactive symbol. On one side to its bottom is a part reading ''DEVIL MODE'' in allcaps with fire graphics, a big red button in a glass case is above it with a note that reads ''Never(underlined) touch'', stuck with a smiley face pin. There is a mounted fish figurine on one handle. The hot chocolate is fizzling over the brim.

Behind him a long table laiden with food is seen. There are swirl designs on the wood's sides. There are red and green apples, borscht, three colored drinks, yorsh, glintvein , 3 tier chocolate cake, shchi, cut open peaches, cut round bread, bowl with sweet bread cakes, three small buns, full breasted chicken in aluminium foil. Lily is looking over the table edge, grinning with the aim of stealing the cake.

There are plants around, a winter garden. In some places a green color overtakes the snow with grass growing. All over the yellow fence, to the left side, are huge clumps of winter jasmine.

To the horizon trees in blue-green shades with snow coverings are seen, closer and then farther and farther away. In that distance the silhouettes of Jimothan smiling and waving to Trencil, while dragging Parsley through the snow behind him are seen. Trencil stands and smiles, a little of his towering purple castle with red highlights, many turrets, visible.

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DESC UNDER CUT 

yisssss MFERS I made a winter piece before winter was FUCKING OVER sobsob

heres my yearly tribute to the season of nosebleeds cracked lips and flies aND SNOW!!!!!!!!(NOT WHERE I LIVE ;W;)

Also my birthdays really soon. Like next week soon

Ermmm ahffjd to talk a little about what I drew...hmmhfhg...well idk if the perspective( god i tried) makes this look different so ill just throw it out there thats Habits not looking at my sonaJDJVNJ hes looking away and crying due to found family feelings. Carlas doing some gay shit. Pabit+Putunia about to start a small localized natural disaster. I mean how else do u make hot choco without setting chocolate on fire tbh. Hotted chocolate. aNd YeS mY fAmIlY SeLf iNsErTs ArE ThErE tOo >:3. The machine will explode tommorow but its OK. They can make bath bombs from the carnage. Hrhggh I had a different idea but then my sis changed my HC so Im just gonna say Habit built it but with Trevors help hence the flashiness nd DEVIL MODE. Now that ive watched hlvrai i cant stop dropping references this series is so quotable .   Sawww those guys in the back? Honestly Trencils probably a winter person with the low light, fog and blocked sun.

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EDIT: WELL MY BIRTHDAY GOT OVER AND JANUARY ALMOST TOO DAMN..GETTING OVER MY HEAPING ANXIETY AND POSTING

I dont Expect a lot of notes or anything but I suppose its alright, one of the important things to me is just archiving my art somewhere.

I know the IDs long but I’d recommend reading through if u also wanna like know the specifics of what I drew, OVER 15 PLANTS I THINK   I’d be flattered,

If you reblog with tags i’ll be happy though!!

[ID: The same drawing but with no editing- no vignette, snow overlay, blue overtone or color correction. end ID]

EDIT: Shortened the rlly long ID, but if someone wants to know the plants i drew under ‘winter garden’;  The flowers and plants visible at front are virginia rose, red chokeberry, snowdrops, a single frost covered rose, piers japonica in pots. To the middle inkberry, more snowdrops, colored hellebores patch,  glory of snow, black hellebores patch, pansies, cyclamens, yellow aconite, some more snowdrops. A little farther are two winterberry plants, a camellia tree, witch hazel, english primroses, staghorn sumac. 

[kozumebunny]

Dabi x reader (with minor x bakugou)

Prompt: During the USJ incident the villains kidnapped you. UA has been on high alert after that incident, metal detectors at gates, students having to check in during breaks on campus, and more. You have been at the villain bar ever since, quirkless thanks to All For One, and with no memory of UA or your life before it. When Dabi started hanging around the bar, he became attached to you, playfully teasing you for being forgetful. Things fall apart when Bakugou is captured during the summer camp training and he gets to see you, his stolen s/o again.

-When you woke up in a wood panel room with no memory you panic and look for a way out

-The door was unlocked so you opened it, found an empty hallway with the staircase at the end, so you go down it

-Its only kurogiri there at the bar, you look towards the door and bolt for it

-Kurogiri terrified you at first

-Kurogiri just teleports you upstairs

-It repeats for about three more times before you come down and hug the wall asking who he is

-“Kurogiri.” he makes a glass of apple juice and puts it on the bar counter. You walk over and take it

-“Are you hungry?” “yeah”

-He starts asking about you, gauging to see what you remember

-He makes you food and keeps talking to you

-He tells you you can’t go outside yet

-You ask him if he knows why you have amnesia and he says you had a mental break of sorts

-Your family left you in their care with no phone number

-Shigaraki comes in, he’s very demanding and childish

-You all get to know each other, you play minecraft with shigaraki, specifically those hunger games ones

-He gets better, calms down and learns how to be more strategic

-You never meet all for one, and shigaraki and kurogiri are careful never to mention him around you

-Enter: dabi

-Shigaraki HATES him lmao. He hates how Cool and Chill he is

-So he saddles dabi with babysitting you, and he lets dabi take you outside

-Dabi keeps a hand on your wrist the whole time, he never lets you out of his sight and he doesn’t let you let go

-You two had never talked outside of introducing yourselves

-You happily thread your hand through his and tug him through the shopping district

-You’re constantly talking to him and wanting to explore so he goes along with it, sticking to the busier parts of the shopping districts to help blend in

-He has on glasses, a beanie, and a face mask so no one can see him

-There are cameras that identify you in the district so UA is alerted. The heroes immediately head out to get you back, the local police are alerted

-Dabi notices that there are more police around, he doesn’t even know what you’re doing at the villain hideout all the time. All he knows is you have amnesia and that you’re quirkless. He immediately withdraws his hand from yours and slings it across your shoulders. He leads you into a shop, “follow my lead, doll.”

-He picks out a dark pair of sunglasses for you, sloppily restyling your hair and picking out a big jacket and a new outfit for you

-He rips the tags off them and says to change and wait outside the dressing rooms. He comes back to get you, giving you a face mask too

-There are police and heroes there in the whole area. Dabi tightens his arm around your shoulder and walks faster. He’s calling kurogiri trying to coordinate a way out.

-The police and heroes are going through the crowd picking certain people removing glasses and masks. 

-The whole area is closed off, there is no way to a private spot for kurogiri to open a portal

-Dabi calls someone else

-And then someone behind you says excuse me

-Dabi’s fingers loosen off your shoulder and his palm starts to hover so he can move his hand if needed

-He slowly turns the both of you around

-Its a kid

-‘You guys dropped this’

-Its a bracelet you bought

-You say thanks and take it back

-The kid blanches. He grabs a piece of his hair and awkwardly scratches it, then throws it to the ground

-Its a purple ball

-Seriously what the fuck

-Dabi panics and moves his hand

-Nothing comes out

-All might is running at you yelling to let go of one of his students

-But you arent his student

-Does he mean the kid in front of you

-Dabi is panicking youre both stuck in place

-And then the floor falls under your feet

-Dabi puts his palm back on your shoulder pressing down to keep you close

-And you fall into the bar hideout, shigaraki pacing and toga, twice, and shuichi all watching you

-Toga is asking about deku, twice comments how uncool it is for dabi to not even say a villain one liner to the heroes and shuichi is grateful you guys are back but thinks dabi is an idiot for not keeping on moving

-It unconsciously puts a target on dabi’s back, the heroes cannot have it confirmed that the masked man who had you was in league with the league of villains

-Twice, toga, and shuichi all take turns hanging out with you

-Twice likes to be dramatic so you guys get screenplays and act out scenes together

-Toga likes to do boy talk and make up and shop online

-Shuichi likes to watch anime. The sword fighting ones that are super philosophical. Kill la kill. Attack on titan. THAT philosophical stuff.

-They go away on missions often but they always come back with stuff, plants, flowers, something from the outside world

-You have not been able to go back out after the shopping district incident

-Dabi realizes from your amnesia you cant read

-He bought you a very cheesy very embarrassing very risque manga

-He teaches you to read, do math and you learn it all very very fast

-Its more remembering than relearning

-He also brings music

-You all have small dance parties together and kurogiri doesn't mind

-Shigaraki is NOT invited he just stands and. Watches. Its unsettling.

-Kurogiri teaches you how to make drinks in a flashy bartender style

-Dabi tests out what you make

-You two typically spend time casually but movie nights with you all is fun

-And then they have a big mission to go on

-He has to go to a forest camping trip to take one of the students

-Hes gone for about three hours before coming back 

-Kurogiri and shigaraki have you go upstairs

-They lock you in

-You can hear angry yelling and then it gets muffled

-You go to sleep for the night

-You wake up from the door being unlocked and yelling

-Dabi pulls your blankets back and you are immediately awake

-A little embarrassed to be caught in your star and rainbow pajamas

-He puts one hand under your chin and makes you look at him

-Toga is behind him saying not to

-Twice is saying that theyre being rude for barging in

-Dabi talks “what do you remember?”

-“I don’t remember anything.”

-He turns to twice and toga “told you everything is fine”

-He looks at you, “remember that outfit from the shopping district? Change into it. We have a guest”

-Its a simple outfit, a big hoodie, casual jeans and a white t shirt with a smiley face heart on it

-You step out of your room and dabi is in his same outfit

-He puts a hand on your shoulder and saunters down the stair with you

-He looks smug

-You come downstairs and there is a boy with spiky blond hair yelling muffled things from behind a steel mask

-His hands are bound too

-You think that this must not be a nice guy

-Shigaraki is hunched over at the bar while twice and toga are laying on the couch

-Spiky haired blond boy looks surprised to see you

-Dabis hand drops to your waist and spiky hair’s eyes follow it

-He looks angry and starts thrashing

-You take a step back but dabi’s hand keeps you in place

-“Are you willing to listen now?”

-Dabi takes a seat in a one person chair and you sit on the armrest

-Shigaraki gives a big long winded speech about everything wrong with society and how heroes are not bettering society but protecting the one thats already in place

-Dabi eventually gives you a tug and sits you in his lap

-Spiky hair has his eyes on you the whole time and he starts yelling again when dabi puts a hand on your knee and rests his chin on top of your head

-You don’t like this kid, he seems violent

-Thats how the first day of bakugo’s kidnapping goes

-Bakugou has to sit and see you his upper classmen crush sit in the lap of a villain and look at him with fear

-You’ve been here this whole time, why haven’t you left?

-Shigaraki wants you two to play this up, wants dabi to pursue you and rile you up in order to help break bakugou’s spirit

-Enter fake dating au

-Becomes real when all might saves you and dabi almost loses you when one for all forcefully opens the portal

-Bakugou is so angry to have you then lose you again

-You and dabi live happily ever after uwu

[canumoveurseatup-no]

listening party

summary: he can’t get enough of you and the others like to hear it.

word count: 1.9k

pairing: bruce x black!reader 18+

warnings: straight up smut, rough sex, Daddy kink, age gap (18+), exhibitionism(?), voyeurism(?), slight subspace (pls remember subspace is different for everyone so if the descriptions in this don’t match your experience- doesn’t mean it’s wrong) this... is just about to be nasty. i have a crying during sex kink so yeah that’s in here good

a/n: i want bruce to ruin me. that is all. also, this was very last minute so i am sorry if it’s not the greatest.

————

“The rabbits are going at it again, I would not suggest going down that hall” Sam warned.

“I can hear them from here- what difference does it make?,” Tony scoffed.

You were the apple of everyone’s eye, but only Bruce caught your attention in that way. You found it amusing that everyone thought Bruce couldn’t keep hulk contained in bed but you hit them with the

“Who says Hulk isn’t present anyway?,”

There was nothing extremely exclusive about you and Bruce, no dating, nothing, just him rearranging your guts whenever you two were in the mood. Everyone knew not to go anywhere near you, despite them wanting a taste.

“Are we gonna have another listening party? or are we going to mind our business this time?,” Wanda played with a straw in her cup while the others shrugged.

“I don’t know, guys,” Steve shrugged, “Don’t you feel it’s a little invasive to listen in?,”

“Invasive my ass,” Bucky chuckled to himself, “This is the closest we can get to actually being with her and don’t act like you don’t blow a nice one when you finally head to your room,”

“Buck!,” Steve frowned and scowled at his best friend putting him out there like that.

“Plus I’m sure they know. Y/N is a fan of exhibitionism so,” Natasha smacked her lips and made herself comfortable in her seat on the couch. A comfy position where she could clench her thighs together and get enough friction that she even has a mini orgasm right with you and Bruce.

“Fuck!,”

Your voice rang through the room and Tony muted the television and sat with a bowl of popcorn in his lap

“Let the show begin,”

————

Bruce pretty much had you in the shape of a pretzel, legs crossed at your calves and pushed towards your chest, the burn in your thighs was ignored as you felt Bruce deep inside.

“Hhhhhh,” you whined, “Don’t stop! fuck, please don’t stop!,”

You could never get enough of practically feeling him in your stomach. He loved watching the way your eyes rolled, he loved the way your breath hitched, he loved the way tears ran down your face because he made you feel so good you could barely comprehend it.

“You’re so fucking wet. Who did it?,” He couldn’t help but taunt you, knowing you were a good girl for him, always answering his questions despite his dick being buried deep inside you.

“You! Only you,”

“That’s right. That pussy is so wet it’s soaking onto my sheets,”

“S-sorry Daddy,”

You knew he meant it as a good thing but damn you couldn’t help but put on a show of innocence. You loved that he made you feel so small in these moments. You were a sucker for a greying, well established man who put you in your place and took you to ravish as his own.

“Look at that little pussy taking all of me in,” he groaned and you felt your walls spasming at that sound. If it were socially acceptable, you’d have his moans and groans set as your ringtones.

Bruce wasn’t abnormally huge but a good 7 inches had you swooning, especially since he was an older man that still knew how to use it.

“You’re gonna make me cum, again,” you sobbed.

Bruce smiled at your tear smeared face and hiked your hips up a little higher and that had you speaking in tongues, screaming so loud it echoed down the hall.

“That’s right, baby. Scream,” he grabbed your face in his hand and his eyes bored into your soul which was halfway fucked out of your body, “Look at me when you cum,”

“Yes yes yes!,” you wailed. You could barely keep your eyes open as your jaw dropped as your body gave in, succumbing to his ways and convulsing in an orgasm.

“Keep cumming. Love feeling your pussy pull me in,”

God, he looked so heavenly above you, hair on his chest, glistening with a layer of sweat. Your toes curled so hard they cracked and it felt like you were experiencing astral projection.

“Come back down, baby. I’m not done with you yet” he pulled out and looped his arms around your thighs to pull you right to the edge of the bed so he could bury his face right in your pussy so he could devour you until you see the planets swirling around the room.

Bruce had a skilled tongue, and the way he flicked your clit had you flinching away from him. Another pit formed in your stomach and had you grabbing for your breasts for leverage. Two of his thick fingers easily pushed in you, curling up and moving back and forth in a come her motion. It made you weak every time. Fingering was a big weakness and had you gushing each time.

“Bruce!!,” you looked down to see him smirking at you, you both knew he was your undoing, “just like that, just like that, don’t stop, baby please!,”

Your clit throbbed in his mouth and he slurped up everything you had to offer, “Fuck, I love how good you taste.”

He removes his fingers and pushed them past your lips, ever the sharer he was. Watching his pink tongue swirling around your pussy, kissing your chocolate lips, with his fingers in your mouth that were once covered in your juices until they coated your tongue had you cunning in no time. Both hands on the back of his head as you announced another orgasm.

“That’s it baby, let them hear it. Let them know who you belong to,”

———

“Daddy, fuck!,”

“I told you they knew!!,” Steve hisses, “Now they’re gonna think we’re perverts for listening,”

“We literally get off on hearing them fuck- though I doubt they’re thinking that of us- they wouldn’t be wrong,” Tony adjusted himself in his jeans, and rested his head back against the back of the couch with a scotch in hand, “Little dove knows how much we wanted her so of course she’s gonna beg him to bang her brains out, it makes her loud and if she’s loud, we hear and if we hear, we crave her more. Attention greedy little sub- it’s quite cute,”

“How do you know she’s a sub?,” Bucky asks

“She’s a junior intern in college with a daddy kink. She’s had heart eyes for ‘Brucey’ ever since she walked through those doors. She loves older men, that’s why she likes to tease Tony too,” Natasha’s thighs clench at your pleas to be fucked faster, wishing she could just go get her strap and give it to you all night, “So I think it’s safe to say, little dove is a sub, a bratty one at that,”

Everyone knows of the times you’d purposely sass Bruce so he’d put you in your place, in front of everyone or not. No one really remembers how you two came to be, just one night they heard all the ruckus from Bruce’s room and the next morning you stalked out of his room, curls matted to your head, walking with a limp and marks covering your chest. You were grateful your class was cancelled that day.

“Choke me, Daddy. I need it- want you to feel my pulse pound for you... want you to f-feel it against your fingertips,”

Clint groaned and shook his head, “This girl is going to be the death of me,”

————

“Thats right, little dove. Your pulse pounds for me and only me,” nose touching yours, your held his hand tighter around you neck, wanting to see the Big Bang happen right in front you, you wanted to be choked out so hard you saw the universe being created.

“You look so pretty smiling while my hand is around your throat, cheeks damp from me fucking those cute little tears out of you,”

Your teeth dig into your lip as you looked up at him, body moving back and forth m the sheets from the force of him fucking you relentlessly. Your eyes began lulling closed so he removed his hand, your back arching off the bed with a gasp big enough to create a whole new generation.

You saw the Big Bang right in front of your eyes. Seeing a bunch of pretty colors, adoring the creation of the stars and planets.

“Oh, God,” Bruce moaned to himself. He was close. He turned you on your side, you curled your legs into your chest for comfort as you were getting the life fucked out of you to the point where you saw all your future lives- the lives after this one.

“D-Daddy I can’t take it- not another!,”

Your body was preparing you for another orgasm but damn, you were spent, over stimulated, you’d fall right into subspace and it wouldn’t take much right now.

“Be a good girl and take it, dove. You wanna be my good girl, don’t you?,”

———

“Y-Yes yes yes, daddy I d-do,”

“Oh she’s deep in it now,” Wanda smirked.

“That’s record time isn’t it?,” Sam looked at his watch. You two were going at it for a while before they decided to sit here and listen but by the sound of your shrill mewling, you’ve hit euphoria. They know just by your noises when you’ve hit subspace.

“Seriously just about to have a hand free orgasm because she... is killing me,” Tony ran a hand over his face and squeezed his eyes shut.

“I would be grossed out if I wasn’t in the same boat,” Bucky muttered.

Small mumbles of “me too” and “same” We’re heard from around the room.

“Cum in me, daddy. P-please!,”

“Oh God,” Nat hissed, hips bucking up into nothing

————

“Want you to come for me one more time before I give you what you want, baby,” his lips kissed your cheeks and shoulder, soothing you, knowing you’re feeling a million nerve endings being set on fire in this moment.

You couldn’t even announce that you were cumming, the words wouldn’t come. You became incoherent while your ears began ringing. The rhythm of his hips stuttered as your pussy gushed all over him.

You couldn’t even hear yourself as you let out the cry of a banshee.

Bruce bottomed out to cum deep inside of you.

“Such a good little dove,” he have a hard thrust, making sure to get his seed deep inside you. His body fell on top of yours while you whimpered and shook in cold chills. Bruce wiped the sweat and tears from your face to hold

It in his hands and pepper kisses here and there, “you did so good, dove. I’m not going anywhere,” after a few minutes, he pulled out and just laid beside you, massaging the convulsions out of your body and giving you sips of a drink to hush your hiccups and replenish any energy your lost.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,”

————

“I’m ashamed,” Wanda covers her face and walks away to her room.

“I’m not,” Tony shrugs, “That shit’s hot as fuck,”

“I’m... going to my room,” Steve rushed away and they all filed out one by one to their own rooms to either wash their shame away or add to it.

Tony say comfortably on the couch and chuckled to himself.

“Friday!,”

“Yes, Tony?,”

“Save the audio from Banner’s hall to the ‘listening party’ file, please”

————

i know it’s short and i apologize!! but i will make up for it 😭

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[all-hail-the-witcher]

nobody likes a claggy bit of cheese

this idea came to me in mid november while i was watching an episode of the great british bakeoff and crocheting a scarf for my sister while eating a very very healthy college lunch of apple sauce and caramel corn. someone (maybe it was paul) said the word “claggy” and i was like Wow That’s British. and then someone else (probably paul again) said “stodgy” and i was like WoW ThAts BriTisH. and then i was like you know who would appreciate these Very British Words?? my dumb friend who likes to pretend he's british. and thEn i was like Oh Shit what if he hosted great british bakeoff that would be energy oh my god. and i was About to text him that when i was like No Wait! instead of a baking competition it would be a Mac And Cheese competition because that's like,,,his wholes pride and joy. and then i was about to text him that but then i was like wAIT! this has fic written all over it oh my god i can see it now. and now here we are.

also mikey in case you didn't realize, you are my dumb fake british friend and this is your present but i mean its more of your persona slapped on race and i called it a day. its not a mothman shirt but it'll have to do eye guess

anywaymst 

enjoy this trash pile 

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ship: eye guess its platonic ralbert

genre: pure ass crack

warnings: uhmmm, race is an idiot, poorly written british accents, paul hollywood stare, uhhh, albert is Annoyed, jack is an idiot who makes bad mac, spot get Angryyy, idk im writing there before the fic is finished, katherine definitely knows the mafia

editing: lol that's funny

words: enough to fill a few pages but not enough to bore you to death like the metamorphosis

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“CHEESE!”

Blankets tornadoed around the room as Race jumped off the bed in a half awake sleepy haze, barely landing on his feet in a fight stance, wielding his phone like a weapon in front of him. He glared into the dark corners (not that he could even tell where the corners were considering that it was pitch dark) of the room before stumbling out into the hallway, muttering madly about cheese.

“Cheese...blue cheese…..string cheese…...mozzarella cheese….” Race barely heard his own half-mad whispers as he opened all the cabinets, rummaging around in the same matter a hurricane floods a basement, in a mad search for pasta. When he came up empty handed he scowled, sat himself up on the counter and yelled for the next best thing:

“ALLLLLLLBBEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRT!”

CRASH! That would be Albert falling out of bed. Race kicked his feet against the cabinet impatiently.

WHOOSH! SLAM! And there was Albert’s door opening and closing at an alarming speed.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! The pictures in the living room began to shake, announcing his arrival.

“Race?! What’s going on? Are you okay??” And there was Albert, sliding into the kitchen in nothing but a pair of socks and boxers (despite the fact that it was probably 3 degrees out), weilding a single black converse high top. Race wasn’t quite sure how the shoe was supposed to help him, but he decided to ignore it. He couldn’t afford to get distracted by Albert’s weird antics when there was a legitimate crisis at hand.

“Race…?” Albert asked again, slowly lowering his shoe. “Is everything-” “We’re out of pasta.”

“We’re- what?” The shoe Albert had been holding banged to the floor. “You’re telling me that you woke me up at” he peered at the oven clock over Race’s shoulder, “three fifteen am  to tell me that we’re out of pasta?”

“It’s horrible isn’t it?” Race slammed his head into the cabinet behind him. “Now I can’t make mac and cheese!” “W h y do you want to make mac and fucking cheese at three fifteen in the goddamn morning?!”

“BECAUSE ALBERT-” Race jumped down off the counter, “-I had a dream. A dream where I was competing on The Great British Bakeoff and I made my Famous mac and cheese. And Paul Hollywood, the man, the legend h i m s e l f, tasted my humble mac and said ‘Race. That is amazing.’ And gave me a handshake! And I was so honored that I awoke hungry for the wonderful, delicious, creamy taste of mac and cheese. So I wander into the kitchen and what do I find? A fridge full of cheese, but no pasta to be found!” He stepped closer to Albert, planting his hand firmly on his shoulder. “This is an emergency!”

Albert swatted away Race’s hand and rubbed his eyes, already turning back toward his room. “If Paul Hollywood deemed your mac and cheese so amazing then just hold a competition of your own and make other people make mac and cheese for you. That way I don’t have to go to Walgreens at three thirty.” He glanced back over his shoulder. “I’m going back to bed. Don’t make us lose our security deposit.”

Race stood in stunned silence as Albert disappeared down the hall and his door closed.

“That sleep deprived idiot might actually be onto something,” he muttered, launching himself onto one of the bar stools and opening his laptop. He had work to do.

•••

“You know, when I told you to host your own mac and cheese competition I thought I dreamt that entire encounter, and, now that I realize that I definitely didn’t, I especially didn't expect you to make me host it, and I certainly didn’t expect you to make me wear this dumb costume.” He tugged uncomfortably at the dark blazer and black wig.

“Oi mate, if you’re gonna be Sue yew gotta start actin like ‘er!” Race glared.

“But Race-”

“Thas Paul Hollywood to you. I don want none uh this ‘Race’ business,” he crossed his arms and gave Al his best Steely Eyed, Paul Hollywood Glare.

Albert just rolled his eyes and stomped off.

Race sighed happily as he turned to survey the tent in front of him. He had called Katherine last night after his missing pasta crisis and asked if he could use her Dad’s Hampton’s estate to host a mock version of the Great British Bakeoff but for mac and cheese. Katherine, like any good rebellious daughter, had loved the idea and called several of her “contacts” that apparently “owed her favors.” (Race didn’t understand the life of rich people, it seemed very extravagant and two-faced) And that was how Race had come to be standing in a tent with what could very well be the set up of the Great British Bakeoff laid out in front of him with he himself dressed in his very best blue button down and jeans, a spitting image of Paul Hollywood. Well, maybe Paul Hollywood 30 years ago.

His friends that he had invited on to be the contestants of the show were setting up at their stations. There was Jack, Davey, Romeo, Mush, Blink, Finch, Buttons, Specs, JoJo, Spot, Crutchie, and Smalls. Katherine had opted not to participate and instead film everyone to make it seem more like the actual show.

Someone (probably Katherine) had forced Albert to stand next to him to announce the signature challenge that they had prepared.

“Alright bakers-”

Race shot him a side glance.

“-er, mac and cheese cookers?” he tried to amend. “Today Ra-uh, Paul would like you to make a nice, hefty batch of mac and cheese. You may use whatever ingredients you would like, but he would like it to be cheesy, delicious, and contain pasta. You have 45 minutes.” Race could practically hear the sigh in his voice. “On your marks, get set, ba-cOOK!”

Finally, Race thought as his friends scrambled around their respective stations, I’m going to get some good mac.

•••

It was becoming very clear very quickly that Race may not actually be getting any good mac.

He wandered from station to station, Albert following begrudgingly behind him, progressively becoming more and more disappointed in each and every one of his friends. Didn’t any of them know how to cook?

“Roight Jack.” He leaned on the one empty scrap of counter in front of him. “What are yew makin?”

“It’s a surprise.” Jack - well he assumed it was Jack, he couldn’t really be sure with all the flour flying everywhere - ran around his workspace, which was crowded with every ingredient imaginable, from shredded cheese to, was that maple syrup?

“Jack for the sake of the show yew gotta tell us what yew’re makin.” Jack must not have the braincell today.

From somewhere in the flour cloud a timer went off. Jack yelped and dropped what sounded like several pots with an amazingly loud clatter.

“If you really must know - ouch!! - I’m making - god fUCK! - baked mac and cheese with a - SHIT! - crispy top.”

“Alright well,” Albert dodged a flying blob of flaming cheese, “we’ll leave you to it. Hopefully we get to actually eat something edible.”

“Good luck,” Race turned away from Jack’s workstation and leaned towards Albert as they made their way to Mush’s station. “Do we ave a foire extinguishah here?”

“I think so?”

“Good cause we moight need it.” Albert looked at him knowingly for a long minute before the two of them snapped out of it and approached Mush.

“So Mush,” Race said, taking in the polar opposite of the mess of a station that had been Jack’s, “what ave yew got for us?”

Mush smiled, looking up from the block of cheese that he had been grating. “Today I’m going to be making my signature mac and cheese with three kinds of cheese.”

Race let out an audible sigh of relief. Finally something that sounded edible!

“Is that pleasing enough for you, Your Highness?” Mush winked mischievously and Albert giggled.

Race straightened up, checking his mouth for drool (there was none). “Yes, oim looking forward tew it.” He watched as the cheese mush was grating flaked satisfyingly into the bowl, his mouth watering at the very sight and thought of cheese. Oh cheese. Beautiful, rich, delicious cheese. “Oi would like tew sample some cheese if yew don't mind.”

Mush straightened up, putting his hands around his cheese protectively. “And I want someone to slap me so hard my eyes fall out. We can’t all get what we want, Susan B. Anthony.”

“Hollywood, moi name is Paul Hollywood.” Race glared at Mush, horrified that he would decline him the judge a cheese sample! Paul Hollywood always got ingredient samples when he asked for them! Maybe he should have put more effort into his hair today…

“I know very well who you are,” Mush went back to grating his cheese. It was as if he were mocking Race with every bit of shredded goodness that fell onto the glorious cheese mountain.

“I do believe you’ve upset Mr. Hollywood.” Albert smirked. Of course he had to join in on the make-Race-feel-like-hes-being-mocked party.

“I don’t particularly care about Mr. Hollywood’s feelings,” Mush put down the grater and reached under his counter for a pan. “What I do care about is the fate of my mac and cheese so,” he stared at the two of them, deadpan , “be gone Thots.”

“But-”

“I SAID BE GONE THOTS!” Mush pointed a wooden spoon at the two of them menacingly and Race half expected sparks to shoot out of the end like some kind of sorcery bullshit, but all he got was a cloud of flour to the face and twelve sets of confused eyes looking at him.

“Uhh,” he mustered every ounce of Paul Hollywood that he could, “thank yew Mush.” Quickly he turned away, brushing the flour out of his sharpied on beard and mustache while Albert stifled laughter next to him. “Shut up,” he muttered.

“But that was-”

“Oi said shut- oh hoi Smalls!” He tried desperately to regain his composure as they approached the final station.

“Gucci Prada my fuckin clown wig I- oh, uh, hi!” Smalls quickly put the spatula that she had been holding behind her back.

“What are yew makin for uh today?” Race took in Smalls’s station. There was a wide array of cheese on the counter, we well as spices and breadcrumbs and pasta. But something seemed...different.

Smalls looked down at her feet, suddenly very interested in the carpet.. “I’m making gluten free baked mac and cheese.”

“Why gluten free?”

“Because,” Smalls glanced behind her briefly before hissing, “because that was the only kind of pasta I could find in my cabinet that's why you feet fucker.”

Race’s toes tingled with happiness. He do it! He could say the trademark Paul Hollywood meme thing!

“Now, when yew make mac and cheese gluten free it tends to get stickey and lose some of its taiste. Ave yew tested this to make sure that wont appen?”

“Y e s,” Smalls rolled her eyes. “I put extra oil in it so the pasta wont get sticky a n d there’s lots of spices for added flavor.” She brought her spatula out from behind her back in a soldiers salute. “I won’t disappoint you, your Highness Mr. Paul Hollywwod Sir.”

“Yew bettah not,” Race laughed as he walked back to his very official looking director’s chair (he didn’t want to know how many people Katherine had had to kill to get this).

“Sue, how much toime is left?”

“TEN MINUTES COOKERS, TEN MINUTES!”

There were varying screams of frustration from around the room as his friends scrambled to get done. The smell of cooking cheese wafted from several ovens and stoves and Race smiled contentedly. Twas almost Mac Time.

•••

Ten minutes later, as promised, Race was standing behind a Very Official looking wooden table with a fork and a glass of water, ready to taste (or spit out, depending on whose it was), his friends’ mac and cheese.

“Oilright, Davey, why don’t yew bring up yewr mac.”

Davey strode up to the table confidently, somehow without a spec of food on his apron, and placed down a plate of gooey looking pasta. Man oh man he was excited! But no, today he was Paul Hollywood. No excitement. Only glares.

He picked up his fork and took a scoop of pasta, glaring at Davey for good measure as he tasted.

He chewed for far longer than actually necessary to give Davey just enough time to get nervous before giving his verdict. “Whot yew’ve actually done is quite noice, Oi rather loike the blend of the cheddar and the goat cheese, but what yew’ve done is create something that’s so soft that its lacking textah. It’s loike Oi need somethin crunchy to offset it.”

Davey nodded. “Okay.”

“But overall noice job.” He nodded, the silent cue for Davey to take his dish and return to his station.

Race surveyed the contestants and grimaced. “Jack bring yew’re flamin bomb up here.”

He thought he heard Jack mutter some half-decent curses under his breath, but not decent enough for him to repeat.

A few seconds later a lump of orange stuff with green (???) blobs on top on a plate was placed in front of him. “Roight,” he sighed. “What ave yew got there?”

“Well this is my baked mac and cheese with green goldfish topping!” Jack said proudly.

Race looked at the plate as if it were a flesh eating disease that could kill him at any second. And, knowing Jack’s track record with food, it just might. “Any reason why you chose green goldfish?”

“Adds a pop of color!” Jack bounced on his toes.

Good gosh. Race took the tiniest bite possible on his fork and lifted it to his mouth-

“Make sure you get a goldfish!” Jack insisted. “Really adds a burst of flavor!”

“Oh sure, sure.” Race picked one up before shoving the whole abomination into his mouth. He chewed for a few seconds before swallowing down as best as he could.

“Wow that is pitiful,” Race coughed. “The pasta is overcooked, and the cheese, yew’ve cooked it too much so that it’s become gummy, and all the moistah has gone into the goldfish and made them soggy.”

“Oh,” Jack sounded deflated.

“Overall the textah is a bit claggy, and no one loikes a claggy bit of cheese.”

“Right, right.” Jack stroked his invisible beard.

“Overall its dreadful and Oi’d loike it if you removed it from my sights, preferably to the bin. Next!”

•••

Almost a half hour later Race was practically done testing all of the mac and cheese, save for Mush’s and Smalls’s. Along with Jack’s trashpile, Spot’s had also been notably horrible, it was somehow burnt and undercooked at the same time? Race didn’t even want to know. Crutchie’s and JoJo’s though had been surprisingly decent, and both were in the running to win.  

“Oilroight Smalls, bring up yewr mac why don’t yew.”

A few moments later a plate of mac and cheese was dumped in front of Race with no class whatsoever. “Here you go Mr. Paul Sir.”

Race stabbed his fork into the pile of noodles. “This was the gluten free baked mac and cheese, roight?” “Yes your highness.”

Race rolled the noodles around on his tongue for a few long moments while his taste buds analyzed the flavor combinations.

“Roight so, I warned yew about this bein tasteless roight?” Smalls quirked up her eyebrow. “It’s tasteless isn’t it.”

“Yes. Get it away from me at once.”

“Of course, your lordship.” Smalls snatched the plate from the table, even curtsying to Race before making her way back to her station, picking up a fork, and digging into her own mac and cheese.

“I don't know what you’re talking about Mister Colonel Hollywood Sir, this tastes great!”

Race bushed imaginary crumbs off of his table. “And Oi’m goin tew pretend Oi didn’t hear that.” He pointed to Mush. “Mush, bring up yewr creation, if yew pleathe.”

“But of course!” Mush placed down his plate of mac and cheese in front of Race, who dug in immediately. “What you have there is parmesan, cheddar, and american cheese with elbow pasta. Enjoy.”

Race let the glorious noodles glide over his tongue as his palate was enveloped in a wonderful cheese flavor. He was amazed. He was astounded. Hell he was even speechless! What did Paul Hollywood do when he was speechless? Oh right!

“Well done Mush,” he stuck out his hand for the famous Paul Hollywood Handshake. “That’s a really great plate you’ve made.”

“Oh, thank you sir!” Mush smiled joyfully as Albert tried to sneak a bite of the mac and cheese. Race swatted his hand away with his other hand.

“In fact, it’s the best that Oi’ve had today, and Oi announce yew as Star Cooker!”

The room erupted into cheers and everyone ran to hug Mush while Race quickly finished his mac and cheese. His plan had worked perfectly. The next time he was out of pasta at three am he knew exactly who to call.

•••

“Hello? Do you need help burying the body?” A tired voice answered the phone.

“Mush, it’s Race. I’m craving mac and cheese and I don't have any pasta. Can you-”

“NO!”

_________

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Get Away

Wow has it been forever. I tried to get back into some writing and this isn’t my finest work but that’s what happens when you don’t write in forever! I’ve missed you all and hope this will help get the creative juices flowing. No promises on when I’ll post more frequently but I hope you enjoy. Feedback much appreciated as always! Thank you all for being amazing as always! Love you! (This imagine is all cringe mushy gushy lovey dovey stuff!)

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Some mornings you wake up with an urge to do anything and everything. Determined to defeat all purpose of daily life and what is expected. Driven to sacrifice all that you wake up for and just once play hooky. Today is the day they forget the world exists.

It’s Sunday, yet barely Sunday. The sun has yet to rise. The moon still shines bright and the sound of crickets fills the night in song. Inside it’s warm. She’s cuddled into his side, breathing faintly into his neck. He’s awake, gently stroking her hair with the tips of his fingers. Something inside of him wants her all to himself today. The world cannot have any of her today.

He’s driven to give her everything he can. Let’s get away he thinks to himself. Let’s get away right now. And it’s as if she reads his mind in her slumber. She moves against him, her hold around his torso wearing off. Her lips press to the neck if his skin. His free arm wraps around one of her thighs and she breath the feeling of her lashes fluttering against his skin.

“Are you alright?” She whispers faintly waiting for his answer. He’s quiet and she focuses on his breathing trying to keep her eyes open. The sensation of his fingers in her hair soothes her like a lullaby.

She’s tracing patterns on his bare skin, her finger rising and falling at his every breath. “Ethan ...” she whispers again, just loud enough over the crickets.

He smiles to himself, wide awake and ready to drive away. “Let’s get out of here. Let’s just get out of here”. She doesn’t hesitate to lift herself up, surprising him with a firm kiss to his lips. When she pulls back she’s got a soft smile on her face. “We better hurry”

Within minutes they’ve thrown clothes, toiletries and other miscellanies objects into their bags and dressed ready to go. They’ve presumed it’ll be a warm day. He’s got on a pair of jeans and shirt. And she’s wearing his favourite little white flowy dress, the one thats been worn far too often but holds a special place in his heart. She slips into sandals, throwing her hair quickly behind her ears. Scanning the room they search for anything they might have missed, but they soon realize it doesn’t matter. They just want to get away.

They’re the only ones up at the early hour. The sun is slowly making its way up and the crickets have quieted down. The Chevy pickup roars to life, and she’s already got her feet up on the dashboard. She’s got a map in her hands and a pencil in between her teeth. The look of deep concentration on her face as her pretty orbs scan over spots they circled in the past for adventures they’ve awaited to pursue.

Windows are down. The radio plays soft tunes of songs they’ve woken up to, made love to, and sang on foreign adventures. He’s slowly driving down the main road, every so often watching her. She mumbles to herself, making a list of pros and cons as she always does. She’s so damn smart he thinks to himself.

When he pulls up to a red light she’s emitted a sound of satisfaction. “The cabin” her face gleams and he wants to kiss her right there and right now. “Let’s go to the cabin” He nods in agreement, a smirk on his face as he leans over the console planting a soft kiss to her lips.

“Eyes on the road my love” she teases sinking further into her seat with pink cheeks. He clicks his tongue continuing on down paths he’s recognized all to well.

The drive has been quiet so far, small talk of the nature they’ve seen, the songs they’ve heard and the frequent glances to one another they’ve caught red handed. Her legs haven’t moved from the dashboard and her dress has risen up but she’s far to innocent to notice. He’s smitten, the dress sits just far enough revealing only skin and he doesn’t tell her anything. She’s far too infatuated with what’s before her. And he wouldn’t have I any other way.

They pull over for a stretch and some breakfast. The sound of her stomach growling and the explosion of giggles that proceeded it from within her sends his heart fluttering. They jump out of the truck and onto concrete. The pit stop is empty for a few truck drivers and a small family of four.

She absently reaches for his hands and when they join they stretch their arms till they’re on their heels. He’s relieved to stand and with an arm around her shoulders they proceed to a small diner for a quick breakfast and then it’s back to the road.

For breakfast they feast on pancakes and coffee. Secluded in the back of their pickup they watch the sunrise close to one another’s side. It smells like dew and maple syrup. They come up with ideas of what they’ll do for the day. Lunch by the lake. Flower fields and flower picking. Reading to him by the campfire. Endless talks on the couch with the fireplace keeping them warm. And whatever else more.

When it’s time to go back on the road the sun has fully risen, and she adores the way it gleams down on him. His dark hair seem a dark brown and she imagines his hazel eyes glowing under the sunglasses. She loves the way he drums along to the song playing.

Her hair flourishes with the wind. She doesn’t seem to mind because she’s far to deep into her book. Her legs are crossed beneath her and she’s wearing her favourite jean jacket to keep her warm. He awaits the minute her sunglasses will fall back before her eyes. Currently they sit atop on her head, holding back hair threatening to fall before her face with the wind.

“We’re a couple minutes away” he announces as they pull up to a red light. They’ve been on off roads with no one around and lights are scarce. He chuckle to himself because she doesn’t hear. Completely tuned into the work of The Great Gatsby. He resorts to keeping it that way, far to infatuated by her concentration.

“Want me to drive?” She asks as he pulls over for another stretch. He rests his head against her shoulder and her fingers gently wisp through his hair. He closes his eyes for a few seconds before responding with a mumble. After allowing him time to stretch she’s in the drivers seat. Always a little to short she’s perched up, leaning slightly forward. Her sunglasses remain where they were minutes ago, and the last thing he see’s before he drifts off to sleep is her smiling at him telling him “I love you babe”

“Eth! Ethan! Get up sleepy head we’re here!” When he opens his eyes he’s met with her figure outside his door, gently shaking his shoulder. She smiles in content and rests her head on her arms folded on the open window. “Hello sleeping beauty.” She raises her eyebrows in amusement and he can’t help but laugh. “Now are you going to get out or not Eth?” She teases, before running off into the field of flowers.

Her jean jackets is falling off her shoulders. The sunglasses still sit on the top of her head, and when she looks up towards the sun she looks heavenly. Breathing in the pungent flavours of nature’s greatest beauty he’s mesmerized at how glorious she is. Sun paints her skin in gold. Like a layer of paint. Her eyes are shut and she’s breathing, breathing it all in. Alive and well. Never felt better.

He pulls his shirt over his head allowing the heat to sink into to his skin. He makes his way to where she stands and looks far out to where the flowers in a scatter of colours never seem to end. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” She asks, a wide smile on her face. He chuckles, infatuated with how happy flowers make her. Her tips her glasses down before eyes before planting a kiss on her cheek. “Very”

Soon they’re sitting in their Chevy. Her jean jacket lays in the back discarded. His shirt beside it. They’ve got all the doors wide open. He’s seats pushed all the way back and she’s seating in his lap. Her legs hug his torso, and she’s mumbling sweet nothings as she makes him a flower crown. He watches her face intently, holding waist gently. His lips is filled with golden flowers and she’s picking off the tiny beauties, dropping their stems outside. Carefully and with every detail she places flowers into his hair, the soft tendrils enlightened with golden hues.

She giggles when she’s done pleased with her work. She hands him another flower still on its stem. Confused he takes it, careful not to move as she reaches over to pull out a Polaroid camera stored under the passenger seat.

“Smile in 3 ... 2 ... 1”

Catching him off guard he opts to place the flower between his teeth, a foolish half smirk on his face and eyes crinkled. The photograph comes out and she shakes it to reveal his reflection. She laughs amused and he can’t help but agree. “What a babe” she mutters before pulling him closer to her. “My babe” she mutters in between kisses. The flowers fall from his head. Her dress slouches from her body and there’s nothing more than he desires in this moment to feel every inch of her skin, painted with the yellow sun and smell of dew.

The cabin is warm. Smells of fire wood and honey. They place their luggage in their bedroom and she’s already hungry for a new adventure. Quickly they pack a lunch and she’s rushing him out the door. To the lake they go.

The walks hand in hand talking of the past , present and future. Nothing can seem to spoil their day today. Nothing else exists except for them. For lunch they enjoy sparkling apple cider and an arrangement of cheese and grapes. She’s made her infamous grilled cheese sandwiches, he eats two with content. Like children they play to see who can catch the most grapes in their mouth. To his surprise she wins. After it’s a game of tag.

They run barefoot. The grass is slightly wet, and it prickles their toes. It doesn’t matter though because he’s it, and she’s running for her dear life. The air fills with their cheerful laughter and playful threats. When he catches her he can’t help but hold on. And for a while they watch the water, his head on her shoulder. Arms wrapped around her and her hands resting atop his.

It’s almost dark when she pulls out her copy of The Great Gatsby. They sit together on the couch. He’s laid down, his head resting on her lap. And he closes his eyes as she reads, her voice like a song. And every so often she trails her finger through his hair and everything is perfect.

She doesn’t realize how long she’s been reading for and it’s dark out. Sighing she glances down to her lover who’s fallen asleep. He seems so peaceful she doesn’t have the heart to wake him but she knows he must get to bed. Gently she leans down and plants kisses all over his face. He wakes with a smile before grabbing her cheeks and planing a firm one to her lips.

“Didn’t know Gatsby bore you this much” she teases as he gets up. He can’t help but laugh, leaning his head back on the couch as she smiles at him eyebrows raised. “I was just comfy” he retorts. “You should sleep Eth, you’re exhausted” her voice is laced with concern and she rubs the back of her hand softly against his cheek.

He responds with a disapproving look. “Not at all. I’ve got a surprise for you” she’s smiling now, putting her book to the side as she sits on her knees facing him. “Are you being serious?” She asks. He smirks and can’t help but rush her out. “I’ll meet you on the balcony in 40 minutes. Go to our room and open the closet. I’ve got something there for you” before she can respond he’s up rushing towards the kitchen.

When she arrives in the room and opens the closet a beautiful dress awaits. It’s a pale pink. Thin straps, three little buttons on the front and the most delicate of flows on the bottom. Her hands run over the fabric and she almost misses the pair of nude heels sitting below the hanging dress. Whatever he’s got planned she’ll go with it. Because there’s no stopping Ethan.

After bathing and combing out her hair she’s in the dress and the heels. The slightest of makeup to enhance her features and a soft pink lip. She admires her reflection in the mirror. She feels beautiful. She hears him call her name, and she knows it’s time. One last glance in the mirror and she’s out the bedroom door.

Upon arriving to the balcony, which is lit with hanging lights, she gasps as he waits by a small table arranged with a delicious dinner. “I hope you don’t mind another round of grilled cheese” he smiles at her and she shakes her head smiling at him. “My goodness Ethan ... this is perfect” she’s breathless as he walks towards her dressed in a white dress shirt and black formal jeans. He spins her and take her all in. “Beautiful” he breaths out as he leans in to kiss her. She tastes like her lipstick and apple cider. And she smells like her perfume.

As they enjoy grilled cheese and another round of apply cider the moon shines bright. The night is warm and quiet. After dinner they proceed hand in hand to a log and soon he’s started a fire. He wraps himself and herself in a warm blanket. Together they prepare and eat s’mores. All throughout their meal kissing, laughing, and talking of whatever and ever they can think of.

Soon they’re dancing under the porch lights, swaying together with music playing from his Chevy. He sings to her softly. She listens to his voice and the way his heart beat is loud in her ear. They hold each other close. And when the song ends he slowly backs her up against his truck. Her cheeks turn crimson, dark enough that he can make it out with the bare light they’ve got. Admiring her he wants this to never end. Her breath hitches in her throat as he leans down and kisses her. She reciprocates. Their lips mould into one and they kiss like it’s the last time. The song starts again, but they don’t dance they just kiss.

He sits in bed with nothing but his trousers. His head rests against the headboard and his eyes closed. The bedroom is warm and smells of her perfume. When she opens the bathroom door he doesn’t open his eyes. So she takes it upon herself.

Feeling exhilarated and curious she carefully makes her way across the room. Swiftly she blows out the candles farther to their bed and soon she’s at the bed side. With ease she lifts one leg at a time and soon she’s sitting in his lap. He opens his eyes in surprise.

She sits before him bare faced, wearing his dress shirt and her soft naked legs wrapped around him, knees sinking into the mattress. He knows the look in her eyes, innocebt yet fierce, and he’s not one to stop her. “What are you up to babe?” He can’t help but tease, because he loves the way her cheeks burn red and her eyes fart anywhere but to meet his. He smirks in content and reaches out to grab her waist and hold her in place when she’s ready to remove herself off him. He leans in closer his forehead meeting hers. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it” he watches her lips curl into a smile.

She leans in and kisses him softly. He’s gentle with her. Her dainty hands roam his muscular arms. As the kiss intensifies he’s find his hands under her knees hoisting her up. She pulls away and is pleased with the look of dissatisfaction from his face. “Patience Eth patience” she teases. He gulps letting his head rest back against the head board when she bites her lip.

Hesitantly her digits work through the buttons of his shirt she’s got on. He bring out his hands to the collar when she reaches the last one and swiftly he pulls down the shirt. She reveals to him lacey undergarment. He has to catch his breath, and he’s stunned. Pretty in pink she is. His eyes skin her over countless times filled with immense love and admiration for the girl he calls mine. They’re lips meet again, the shirt hanging at her elbows. Soon it’s on the ground and she emits sounds of pleasure as the rough fabric of his jeans rubs against the skin on her inner thighs.

She loves the way his lips feel against her neck. She loves the way he whispers sweet nothings into her ear. She loves the way blood rushes to her head every time he bites her lip. Eventually she’s beneath him allowing him to kiss every inch of exposed skin. She crumples the silk sheets within her own hands as his lips near her own lotus. One last kiss to her inner thigh and their eyes meet again. His hips gently push against her as is she’s glass. Her nails delicately scratch his back and he can’t help but love the way her mouth emits mellifluous sounds. With ease he boosts her up, his legs off the bed feet firmly on the ground and her legs wrapped around him. His bites the softest spot on her neck sending a wave of warmth through her.

“Ethan” she breathes out before he unclamps the lacey garment off her sternum. He pulls away from her neck. He examines her kiss swollen lips. Her burning cheeks and passion filled eyes.

He nods at her to encourage her to go on, his hands supporting her back. She gently hold his cheeks. “I don’t want to go back” she whispers. “I want to stay here with you forever” he smiles at her words.

“I can’t keep you here forever babe” he whispers back, gently placing a kiss to her lips. She hums in response searching for an answer she would like to hear.

“But I can take you away for a little while” and with that her back meets the mattress , their bodies mergee into one, silk feels like milk against the bare skins, and for a little while longer it’s just him and her. Her and him. The world doesn’t exist.

[neganandblake]

Just shelterin’ from the storm, Darlin’ - A Negan & Blake AU PART 3

When Negan returns to the place he once ruled over, will he find anything there worth sticking around for?

Part 1 here

Part 2 here

Negan scratched at this bearded cheek as he followed the blonde down the eerily dark hallway.

Memories of this place, once bustling with life filled his mind and flooded his senses. But here and now, apart from the three of them, the place was otherwise quiet and still.

Upturned and ruined furniture littered the long corridors, the two adults almost dancing along to avoid them in the near darkness.

Negan wondered what had happened here so long ago. Had the place fallen straight after he had been locked up, or did the ruin of the Sanctuary come long after?

But his thoughts on this subject were short lived, his short-term memory forcing its way to the forefront of his mind instead.

What the shit had that thing been back there?

Hell, that was like no damn rotter Negan had ever seen before? Had they learned to use goddamn knives now?

Shit.

What the fuck had happened to the damn world in the short few years the dark-haired man had been locked up for?

“Hey, that shit back there? With that damn biter? You seen anything like that before, Darlin’?” asked Negan, speeding up a little on his long legs and closing the gap between him and the blonde woman, coming to walk at her side now.

He noticed her hold the little girl tighter to her chest for a moment, and her eyes never met with his as she answered.

“I’ve heard rumours...but…...I don’t know…” she murmured, trailing off and shaking her head, as though not wanting to talk on this subject anymore,  as they reached a large and familiar staircase that led up to the upper levels.

Another rumble of thunder crashed overhead, sounding closer this time in the empty, echoey hallways.

“We found a room upstairs,” she explained with a nod, as she gestured for him to follow her up the large metal staircase. “The only one with carpet.”

He caught her green eyes flicker up to his a little nervously, looking almost embarrassed by her circumstance.

But Negan just nodded, narrowing his eyes at her, not really listening to what she was saying, merely pondering as to why this woman, with such a young child would end up here, seemingly all alone.

“So...where’s your baby-daddy?” Negan asked, his voice sounding harsher than he meant it to.

But Negan watched the blonde flinch suddenly at his words.

She didn't answer for a moment. But when she did, she sounded pained, as though trying to put a barrier up against the memories that sat in her mind.

“Dead…” she said what was barely a whisper now. “...I hope.”

Negan stared at her, his eyes roving across her side profile.

Shit. What the hell had happened to this gal?

Whatever it was, it was mirrored in the heavy purple bags that sat under her eyes, and the whiteness of her knuckles as she held, what Negan could now only presume was her daughter, oh-so tightly to her.

“So it’s jus’ the damn two of you?” Negan asked with a small, sorry frown.

And at this, the woman chanced a glanced up at him.

“It’s better this way,” she said softly. “This way we’re safe.”

She shook her head, her long caramel hair fluttering around her as she did so.

The pair were silent as they climbed the remainder of the stairs up to the third floor. Negan’s thoughts on nothing now but this woman and what the fuck she had been through.

Apart from the visible tiredness, she and the kid both looked good. Fucking healthy even.

It was obvious she was a good Mom, despite the hardships she had likely faced out on that road.

“I-Its just down here,” she said quietly, nodding down the lengthy corridor ahead of them.

Even in the darkness and the gloom, Negan recognised this hallway very well indeed, and he stopped suddenly in his tracks as the blonde reached a large set of oak double doors he had not seen in a long, long time.

But seeing him so still, both she and the little girl offered him a curious look.

“You...uh...you coming?” she asked tentatively. “We're just in here.”

And with that she disappeared into the room.

Negan’s room.

Well, his old fucking room at least.

It had been the biggest, plushest room in this whole place, with a large four poster bed, the slickest leather couches, and of course carpet.

He should have figured it out sooner on that basis alone.

And so giving a gulp and allowing his adam's apple to slide up and then back down his throat, Negan turned the corner and peered into the large, expansive room.

It certainly wasn’t as nice now as Negan remembered it once being.

All of the soft furnishings had likely been looted by the rest of his people after his capture, but the sofa, armchair and the enormous bed remained, likely too big and heavy to be removed.

But compared to the four damp walls and creaky old camp bed Negan had been used to for the past seven years, it looked like a paradise.

The little girl was now sat on the squishy leather couch ahead of him, sucking on her damp sleeve again and watching him, as he entered the room, closing the door behind him with a  snap.

He noticed for a second the blonde woman, who was on her feet lighting a small gas lamp, flinch at the noise and glance over at him, still looking a little nervous about him being there.

But fuck. Negan couldn't blame her for that.

You couldn't trust anyone in this fucking shit-show of a world. So why should he be treated any different?

“So,” Negan said his hazel eyes looking her up and down as she worked, trying to break the obvious tension and silence that filled the room. “You got a name?”

But she didn't answer, silence consuming them all once more.

Once the lamp was lit, the woman set it on the carpeted floor in front of the couch where a coffee table had once stood, long-gone by the looks of it.

She stood up straight, brushing her hands down on the hips of her black jeans, before parting her lips and staring at Negan.

For second it looked as though she was about to say something but she quickly changed her mind, instead tucking her hair behind one ear and dragging her eyes hurriedly away from him, and instead, setting her attention on a large black rucksack that sat on the floor next to the sofa.

Reaching down into it, she pulled out two cans.

“We don't have much,” she said, her cheeks reddening profusely, her gaze lowered away from his as she held one of the tins out towards him. “You can have the peaches, she doesn't like them.”

The blonde glanced back at the little girl say on the sofa, before shuffling away and taking a seat beside her.

“Thay slimay!” the baby girl suddenly exclaimed, causing Negan to grin, as her Mom shushed her gently.

“Come on, eat your veggies baby,” hummed the woman in a voice like goddamn honey.

Negan gazed at her for a lengthy moment. At the two of them in fact.

Shit. They didn't deserve this life. Neither of them.

For Negan had known that he was darkness, even before the damn apocalypse. Apart from Lucille there had been nothing good in his life and Negan had made everything he touched, even her, that much darker, plunging them into a dismal gloom-filled existence with him.

But these two….well, to him there were light, and goddamn music, and everything good in this world. It was like a glow emanated from them both, cuddled up together on that couch, in that same seat Negan had sat in, so many years ago, barking commands at his damn men and giving the orders for people’s communities to be burned down, giving the order for people to be killed.

But where there once was darkness, there was now something new and good, and somehow, here and now, it was all Negan could see.

But he dragged his eyes away, staring down at the battered old can in his hand with a faded old image of plump and juicy and syrup covered peaches peeling off of it.

“Darlin’....you don’ need to give me this,” he said with a hard sigh.

But the woman glanced up at him.

“We’re not gonna eat it,” she simply shrugged, offering him, for the first time since they had met, a tiny smile. “It’ll just be left here for someone else if you don't.”

Negan pondered this for a moment, before giving in.

Fuck, well, he was fucking hungry as shit, his stomach giving a loud rumble as if on cue.

And so, being careful not to knock over the lamp, Negan paced across the small space and with a stiff groan he slumped down into the armchair opposite the two girls.

He noticed the woman’s eyes immediately flutter up to him and in a second, with a flush crossing her cheeks,  she leant across the space between them and passed him over a fork.

Negan took it graciously, before lowering his own eyes and peeling off the lid of his can.

Normally Negan didn't shut up But right now with these two girls, he found himself at a  complete loss for words.

Shit. What the hell were these gals doing to him?

But he glanced up again at them, as he took one of the slippery peach slices onto his fork.

“I’m Negan by the way,” he offered, causing the blonde to pause in feeding the girl at her side to look up at him.

He waited for her to respond with her own name, but she merely looked away again.

“Come on, Sweetie…” she whispered instead, spooning just a little more cold vegetables into the her baby girl’s mouth. “That’s it.”

But the tiny girl made a face, swallowing down her last mouthful before pouting. “No mor!” she said bossily, causing the blonde woman to sigh tiredly, rubbing her face with her hand before setting down the can disheartenedly.

Negan blinked, lowering his fork into his can.

“What?” said Negan suddenly causing the two girls to stare up at him. “You don’ like peaches…”

He sat up a little peering over into the can held in the woman’s hand.

“... or carrots now?”

The tiny girl blinked at her a couple of times before shuffling in her seat.

“Noh...Noh...I laik...I laik carrits!” she said almost a little scoldingly now, which caused Negan to grin widely.

“Then you gonna finish what’s left for your Mom, Beansprout?” he tried.

And for a moment the little girl pondered this before shuffling her tiny butt towards her Mom once more.

“Okway, littul bit mor, Mama,” said the baby-girl opening her mouth white in an o-shape.

The blonde glanced at once to Negan and offering him an appreciative look, before quickly turning back to her daughter and spooning a little more supper into her awaiting mouth.

Silence soon filled the room once more and Negan went back to his peaches, finishing half the can before placing it down onto the floor beside his feet.

And it wasn't long, after finishing her food, did the little girl give a tiny yawn, smacking her lips together tiredly.

“I think someone’s ready for bed,” said the woman in a kindly voice, hauling the toddler up by her armpits and holding her into her chest as she stood and made her way over to the large four-poster bed in the corner of the room.

In a blink, she had plonked the little girl down and tucked her in, sitting down beside her and whispering gently to her, words that seemed secret between the pair that Negan couldn’t quite hear...

….until the tiny girl was fast asleep.

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[m3gantr0n]

Garbage

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? That was my boss, so no.

2. You talked to an ex today, correct? I don't have any exes.

3. Have you taken someones virginity? No.

4. Is trust a big issue for you? No. I'm picky about who I get close to, but I don't consider it an issue.

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? I only hang out with people I like. lmao

6. What are you excited for? Hanging out with friends next weekend, going to a music festival the weekend after that.

7. What happened tonight? I ate some candy and watch NJPW.

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? I don't care for being around any person that's really wasted and at my age, it would just be kind of sad.

9. Is confidence cute? No, I like sad boys. haha

10. What is the last beverage you had? Mountain Dew, because I'm a horrible gross person.

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? One. Maybe two.

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? Yeah.

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? Nothing because I'm old and work all week and want to die on the weekends.

14. What are you going to spend money on next? Something SO exciting like cat litter or soap or sponges to wash dishes with.

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? Yeah.

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? People are constantly changing.

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? My boyfriend of 9 years. My two best friends of 15 years.

18. The last time you felt broken? About a month ago.

19. Have you had sex today? No.

20. Are you starting to realize anything? I'm realizing time goes by faster than a motherfucker.

21. Are you in a good mood? Sure.

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? I can't even swim.

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? No.

24. What do you want right this second? Nothing.

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? I would not be happy, but like most of my problems, I would probably ignore it and let it eat me up inside. lmao

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? No.

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? Nooo.

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? The "Birds of War" song from Its Always in Philadelphia. lol

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? No.

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? I don't think so. It depends on the offense.

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? Not at all.

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? We've been together for almost 9 years, so I think he's gotten the message. lol

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? I drink it all of the time like the fat fucking fatass I am.

34. Listening to? An announcer say "single leg boston crab."

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? Not often.

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? Right beside me.

37. Do you believe in love at first sight? Sure. Anything is possible.

38. Who did you last call? My mom.

39. Who was the last person you danced with? Probably my cat.

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? Because he was going to work and thats what I do every time he leaves.

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? A month ago???

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? Both.

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? Of course. I can't talk to cute people.

44. Do you tan in the nude? I don't tan. I just stay pasty white like the belly of a fish.

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? No.

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? I have a life, so no. lol

47. Who was the last person to call you? My dentist (I'm not a popular person. lol).

48. Do you sing in the shower? No.

49. Do you dance in the car? Mostly just sing.

50. Ever used a bow and arrow? Yes. It was really fun.

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? Probably in high school.

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? Yes, but in a great way.

53. Is Christmas stressful? No.

54. Ever eat a pierogi? I don't think so.

55. Favorite type of fruit pie? Apple, probably.

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? A clothes designer, then and interior designer, then just a plain ole artist. I was dumb.

57. Do you believe in ghosts? No.

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? Yes.

59. Take a vitamin daily? No.

60. Wear slippers? No. I don't wear any shoes in the house. I hate wearing socks and shoes.

61. Wear a bath robe? Nah.

62. What do you wear to bed? T-shirt and shorts.

63. First concert? Forecastle Festival - Beck headlined. Saw the Replacements and Billie Joe Armstrong was with them playing guitar. It was amazing.

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Yo, this shit is old because Kmart only exists online now. Walmart makes me want to die, and Target is expensive and their clothes suck.

65. Nike or Adidas? Adidas look cooler, I think. Own neither.

66. Cheetos Or Fritos? Neither.

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Peanuts.

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? Hard pass on all T. Swift songs. Thanks.

69. Ever take dance lessons? Lord, no.

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? I hope he can be a writer one day, like he wants to be.

71. Can you curl your tongue? Yes?

72. Ever won a spelling bee? Maybe.

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? Yesssss. When I got my dog over 14 years ago. I still love her and miss her.

74. What is your favorite book? Sadly, The Disaster Artist. Its fucking wild.

75. Do you study better with or without music? Without.

76. Regularly burn incense? No, I'm not a pot head. lol

77. Ever been in love? Yes!

78. Who would you like to see in concert? Jeff Rosenstock. I came so close earlier this year, but didn't have the money to travel to it.

79. What was the last concert you saw? Against Me.

80. Hot tea or cold tea? Cold tea.

81. Tea or coffee? Tea.

82. Favorite type of cookie? Chocolate chip, I guess.

83. Can you swim well? I can't swim at all. Poor kids never learn to swim.

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Why would I do that?

85. Are you patient? No.

86. DJ or band, at a wedding? Band. A crust punk band. lol

87. Ever won a contest? I won an art contest in middle school.

88. Ever have plastic surgery? No, but if I had money, I totally would. Life is short. Buy big titties. Get lip fillers. Suck out all your fat. Who cares.

89. Which are better black or green olives? Gross.

90. Opinions on sex before marriage? Love it.

91. Best room for a fireplace? None, because fireplaces increase your home owners insurance. lol

92. Do you want to get married? Sure. I'm in no rush, though. I'm happy to just live together.

[a-concerning-toad]

This is something I wrote last year. Still needs some work though.

So there’s this curse… My family has harbored it for generations back and now it will fall upon me. On my 20th birthday, this Saturday, I will die. Well I won’t exactly. I first will be plagued with a horrible illness that will mutate me until I am so sick I can’t go on. Sounds fun, right? Yeah no, I’ve been dreading it since I was told as a twelve year old. If you’re looking for something cool to tell your kid this is definitely not the idea of perfection.

My parents have only survived the curse because they had me. Basically if you have a kid it will be passed onto them somehow. Thanks for the great gift dad! I refused to have one of those demons so young and really I don’t think I’d want to pass this crap onto them so this is the result. So I decided I will at least have a last meal. I finished making my lunch and sat down. An egg and cheese toast sandwich with some apple juice. My one bedroom apartment wasn’t the best thing but it was cheap. 

The living room’s light blue walls were empty and the couch stood lonely in the room. I just started taking my first bite as Jack almost broke my door down.

“ Could you not destroy my house? I pay good money for it… well some money at least.”

“ Sorry but I found this great snow cone place and they are amazeballs,” He said basically jumping off the walls. He did not handle sugar well. “ You should really try them.” “ You know how I am with sweets,” I said lifting an eyebrow annoyedly. 

“ Come on Mal you never have any of them,” He complained.

“ Shut up, you know I don’t like them. Plus they give me stomach aches,” I scowled.

“ Fine,” He surrendered slumping down on the couch like a stuffed animal. I finished off my sandwich, quickly washed it, and sat back down.

“ Hey how's Bronwyn doing? I haven’t seen her for like…. A week.”

“ She’s been working on a school essay, something about how incest creates problems in the family line, I don’t know its weird.”

“ Thats our Bronwyn,” He smiled goofily with it going across his whole face and showing off his strangely white teeth. Bronwyn has been my best friend since we were 12. It was a nice break from having no friends and tons of anxiety, you know the usual. Thunder rippled outside as a knock banged against the door, or what was left of a door.

Looking at you Jack. I got up and stuck my eye through the peephole. The girl that stood outside, now soaked, was Bronwyn. I quickly unlocked the door Jack that had locked, his agitation is to be blamed, and she walked in, taking the rainstorm with her.

“ Jack get her a towel.” He was already jumping up when he yelled,” ON IT!”

“ Thanks,” She shivered hugging herself. I led her over to the couch and I know what you’re thinking don’t let her sit on the couch she’ll get it wet! Well I’m gonna die tonight so whatever. Jack ran back in and squished her in the towel his dirty brown-red hair flopping around. I sat next to her and picked at my nails.

“ Why are you here? I thought you had an essay due tomorrow,” I questioned.

“ Well I couldn’t miss my best friends birthday,” She shivered her teeth clacking together. Appearance wise we were almost opposite. Her with long blonde hair, light fair skin, a bit of acne on top her forehead (which she hid under her bangs), cute chubby cheeks, dark hazel eyes, a pair of thick black glasses, shortest of us all, and was chubbier than me and Jack. Least to say she was gorgeous. I on the other hand had dark skin, black frizzy hair, thin cheeks along with a thin body and practically no curves, short nails because of my nail biting problem, am tall, and have light toned blue eyes. The only similarity between us was that we both had long hair and even then it was different textures. She smiled and handed me a slightly crumpled up package saying,” Here, I know it's not much but I thought you would like it.” I ripped open the gift and inspected the necklace inside. It was simple, a light marble arrow head hung on some black string. 

I placed it around my neck and clutched it in my hand.

“ Thank you,” I smiled at her. She smiled back at me and scooted closer trying to warm up then a thought occurred to me. “ Hold on you can change into something I have.”

She bit her lip worried and said,” Well, your clothes are kinda small for me.”

“ Don’t worry I have some stuff.” I picked out something simple: dark green baggy jeans and a red t-shirt that said chill on it, also big on me. Newly dried, she came out of the bathroom in the clothes. Not her usual clothes as she mostly rocked but cute. She pushed her long, wet hair to one side, reapplied the chap stick she always wore, and thanked me for the clothes, pulling at the shirt. Jack laid out on the couch, taking the whole thing of it, and opened his mouth to catch a piece of popcorn when the window set and door blew open. The wind almost threw us back and rain hit us like boulders.

I looked over to Bronwyn to see her sprawled out on the ground, knocked out. Rage poured out of me, somehow channeling into energy. I pushed through the wind’s force and slammed shut the windows and door then ran over to her. I put my fingers to her neck and felt for a heart beat. Weak and faint. She, luckily, was strong and hopefully was only knocked out.

I turned around and yelled at Jack, who was just getting his head back,” What time is it?!”

Disoriented, he whimpered back,” 9:47.” I had two minutes until I was 20. Two minutes until my death. I couldn’t let them get hurt by this but there was no time left. I looked at Jack and suddenly knew what to do. 

“ Jack give me your hands I have to tell you something important,” I commanded. He lifted his arms out towards me and I grabbed him by the wrists. Immediately the visions flooded through me and into him, showing him what my curse was. Or what I thought it would be. 

___

Side note if anyone has ever possibly read this far, all body types are beautiful Mallory just has a bad mindset of herself. <3

[sassysweetcollegegirls]

The thing about Loving you pt2

Lance woke up his head was pounding and his eyes felt like they had been dunked in sand and put back in his head to see what stuck. The light was different and he had to rub his eyes and squint to realize the blinds were closed and he wasn’t in his bed.  

Lance bolted upright trying not to panic as he clutched a blue knit blanket to his chest and looked around him. The room he was in was bare aside from a single small photo on one wall with a door to the bathroom that was shut and a white dresser and was that a dog bed? Lance was lost the last thing he remembered was being at the welcoming party and drinking strawberry wine with Kincaid...But Kincaid didn’t have a dog did he?  Then an even worse thought struck Lance. 

He closed his eyes before lifting the blankets up to see if he was wearing clothes. To his surprise he was settled into a pair of sweatpants and he lifted the waistband nervously Still has his kitten covered boxers on. His party clothes were sitting folded neatly and then he notices the hoodie big and black with the gold lettering that spells out Classic. 

OH No. 

Only one Person on the Atlas he knows owns a hoodie with the word Classic and a dog bed. It’s not for a dog thugh more like a giant Black space wolf. 

“SHIT.” Lance murmurs panic filling his chest.

“Nice of you to join the land of the living” Keith says standing in the door of his bathroom. He is wearing a pair of identical sweats to Lance’s and he’s topless. His shoulders are large and relaxed the muscles seem to stretch as he towels the ends of his hair. 

“W-what are you doing here Mullet?” Lance asks as he pulls the blanket up over his shoulders almost as if to hide the evidence of his hoodie being anywhere on his body. 

“This is my room Lance.” Keith chuckles and leans against the door looking at Lance with the violet eyes that Lance had fallen for a long time ago. The thing with Lance was he knew he had feelings for Keith. He knew what the little twist in his gut meant when Keith touched him during training, he knew what it meant when Keith looked at him and he felt all his skin tingling just at the very idea of him looking. 

“I tho-”Lance starts his cheeks are pink 

“That you went home with Kincaid?” Keith scoffs and turns back into the bathroom and grabs his toothbrush and starts brushing his teeth he turns back to look at Lance. 

Lance watches Keith’s toothbrush with almost a sadness. That toothbrush had gotten closer to Keith than he ever would. Keith turns to spit in the sink and Lance watches his adams apple wanting more than anything to press his chapped lips there and see what kind of noise he could draw from the black paladin. 

“He found me as I was leaving, asked me to take you to your room. I couldn’t remember which one it was. Thus we ended up here.” He steps forward tossing his towel into the bathroom and turning off the light in one smooth step and Lance closes his eyes trying to remember. 

He remembers coming in to Keith’s room how Kosmo had been sleeping and how he had suddenly blipped out. 

“Did I send Kosmo away?”

Keith snorts and it’s one of the snorts that Lance likes the one where he’s smiling and trying not to be insulting at the same time,” You mean before or after you called him Ka-Floof, and tried to touch him while he’s sleeping on his back?” 

Lance pulls the blankets up over his head and groans loudly as Keith smiles crossing his arms.

“is there anything else I need to apologize for now?” he asks Keith while he’s stashed carefully away under the blankets. 

“I carried you here. Changed your clothes. Tucked you in.” 

“YOU CHANGED MY CLOTHES” Lance shouts and throws the blankets down and he looks at Keith who is standing over the bed arms crossed smiling softly. 

“Yes. I quote,’Kif the buttons are mean.’ you were fucking helpless.” 

Kif. Oh god. He’d said the one name he’d sworn to god he would never ever speak out loud to Keith ever. The one the little kids called him that he thought was so cute and freaking dumb but it fit,” Is there any other reason I shouldn’t melt into a puddle right now?” Lance asks quietly and Keith sits down on the bed his back to Lance. 

He is quiet. His back is full of scars that Lance has seen before. Each one is different some are pink and long others are pale like his skin and blend in. Keith takes a deep breath,” You asked if I hated you...” his shoulders don’t move but Lance can see him counting time on his wrist.

Every single cell of Lance is screaming to reach forward and ask if Keith answered him last night. IF somehow in his drunken idiocy he had actually done something beautiful and wonderful and like what he wanted. He reaches forward to try to see if thats the case but Keith door slides open and Shiro steps in his eyes are wide as he looks between the two boys Keith sitting head hung on the end of the bed 

“Uh...Am I interrupting something?” Shiro asks his voice is hesitant. Kosmo whines and Shiro winches at the sound,” Kosmo won’t stop whining.” 

“Did you take him on his morning run?” Keith asks getting up as the wolf bounds into the room to greet him. 

“I tried but he kept blipping around and I was nervous I’d lose him. Lance are you Alright?” Shiro asks stepping up to the bed to touch Lance’s forehead in a very paternal manner. 

“Just a little hungover Right Buddy?” Keith offers for him and Lance looks at him and then at Shiro who frowns not to pleased with the idea of him drinking. 

“Yeah...I’m just gunna get going. Have you seen my shoes?” 

“’Gone’”  Keith says pulling a t-shirt over his head making Lance turn away. 

“Shoes don’t just disappear Keith.” Lance grumbles looking through the stack of neatly folded clothes.” 

“’Magic. Kif. Magic.’” Keith whispered as he passed and Lance gasped because it brought back a clip of a memory.  Keith handing him a pair of pants and him struggling with the button and then Keith coming forward to undo the button for him. His hands had lingered on Lance’s hips as he carefully handed him the sweatpants and then that’s it. 

“Keith wait.” Lance calls shyly wanting to ask him suddenly unsure. 

Keith stops and turns to look at Lance his hands tangled in the coarse fur of Kosmo. “ Just make sure you wash them okay?” 

“Okay...” and then Keith is gone but Lance is wondering. Did they maybe? Wouldn’t he know if they had?

***

He was sitting in the Kitchen with Hunk after he’d changed and done all the important coalition duties he’d needed to. Well more like Lance was laying on the kitchen Island with Hunk mixing ingredients on his belly in one of his big metal bowls. 

“Why are you moping on my counter?” Hunk asked as he cracked an egg

“ I think I may have slept with Keith....” Lance mumbles covering his eyes with his hands not willing to look at the yellow paladin as he confesses. 

“ YOU DID WHAT?”

“I Don't know if I actually did or not okay!?!” Lance huffs and he looks at Hunk and then he tells Him exactly how he woke up how Keith was showering how he was dressed and the two little bits he does remember and Hunk listens all the while pouring and measuring spices and adding them to whatever he is making in this said bowl. 

“Lance I hate to break it to you but I don’t think you slept with Keith.” Hunk says as he leans back against the counter and looks at his friend content to let whatevers in the bowl just sit. “It sounds like Keith was 100% a gentleman and you asked him if he hated you. “ 

Lance swallows and looks down at the hoodie the gold Lettering and black was hard to pass up because of how comfy it was and warm. It smelled like Keith too. 

“So...what do I do Hunk?” Hunk looks at Lance and then at the bowl on the counter and at Lance’s hoodie. 

“You go ask.” 

***

Lance is standing outside Keith’s door with this little bag of terrible shaped treats for Kosmo. He’s wearing a different shirt that doesn't have buttons and jeans but he still looks nice. Keith’s clothes are sitting in a little black bag he borrowed from Hunk and he looks at the door worried that maybe he’s being dumb. 

He raises his hand to the door and knocks closing his eyes and waiting. Theres a soft curse as Keith opens the door and Kosmo’s snout sticks out between the door and the hallway. 

“Lance?” 

“Hi....Can I come in?” 

Keith takes a moment and then he opens the door inviting Lance into the space which is dark. The whole room is lit by Christmas lights around the floor that he didn't notice this morning. 

“ This is neat..” Lance remarks referring to the lighting and Keith shrugs taking a seat on the bed where He’s been not more than a few hours ago shirtless,” I brought Kosmo treats...and your clothes...” 

Keith looks at both articles and then at Lance like they are some sort of Alien offering and Lance sets them awkwardly on the dresser. Before he goes to sit next to Keith on the bed. Keith is softer looking somehow. His entire posture is relaxed almost like he'd just needed time to soften into this shape of Keith. Lance nervously bites his fingers. 

“Keith?” 

“Yes Lance?” 

Lance looks at Keith's face and he can se the calm purple of his eyes and how Keith is watching him waiting patient,” D-did we..Did we maybe...”

“Did we what Lance?”Keith prods gently.

“Did we have sex last night?” Lance blurts his fingers go to his mouth and he bites down hard on the tips nervous and ashamed for even asking this dumb question. Would someone like Keith even touch him?

“I told you you shouldn’t do that.” Keith sighs reaching up and taking the hand that’s in Lance’s mouth out. He doesn’t wipe the saliva off he simply just pulls the fingers into his and starts rubbing circles into his skin. The action is so soothing and domestic it makes Lance ache,” No Lance. I got you a pair of pants and I tried to help you put them on and you said you could handle it..Then I tucked you into bed. I laid down with you, and you asked if I hated you...” Keith’s voice was soft like he was holding onto the details of the story for himself. He sounded sad about the last part. 

“Are you mad at me?” Lance asks because he can't help it. He feels so insecure and heres Keith rubbing circles in his hand willing to fill in wherever he asks. 

Keith closes his eyes and shakes his head softly his voice is soft,” It’s hard for me to ever really be mad at you.” 

“Then why do you look so sad Keith?” Lance can’t help it he reaches over and grabs the other boys chin. There are tears falling out of the corners of Keith’s eyes. 

“Because I’m an idiot.” He responds his voice is sure 

“Says the one who didn’t get drunk of their ass and end up having to apologize.” Lance scoffs and theres a smile but the tears just seem to flow harder,” Keith what did I say?” 

“Nothing.” His bottom lip trembles and Lance’s heart feels like it’s breaking into pieces. 

“Well did you respond to me?” Lance asks and Keith’s face is a mix of pain and just wanting to admit it. Slowly he nods. Lance just wants Keith. He wants to pull him into the space of his arms and just not let go. 

“You fell asleep though.” 

Lance blinks and he realizes why Keith might cry. Had he said something important had he said something meaningful that he wanted Lance to know...” You could tell me now you know...” Lance offers and he makes a show of looking around the room under the bed and through the bathroom. “ It is just us. “ 

Keith closes his eyes and bows his head into his lap. His words are soft,” I told you how much I love you...” 

Lance sits there his brain clicking into overdrive. KEITH KOGANE LOVED HIM? The man who teased him infinitely and said he could die in a hole when he fucked up. The one who carefully carried him from a party and dressed and cared for him. Sure he’d loved Keith for years. He’d pictured kissing him, sleeping next to him and numerous other activities. But to finally have those activities, be a possible reality? 

Lance couldn’t tell who reached for who first. Keith was still holding his hand moving with small circles and then He was looking at Lance his face clear. Then his nose was bumping Keith’s jaw as he was trying to kiss his cheek but Keith wanted something else. He sought Lance’s lips like a dying man sought water and Lances couldn’t satisfy the the thirst. 

Their lips made sloppy sounds that made Lance more turned on then any porno he'd ever watched and Keith’s fingers found their way to his hair and he couldn’t help but groan because Keith was warm and in his lap and more than willing to his touch. When they drew away Keith’s eyes were closed and he was panting 

“Were idiots.” Keith panted 

“Excuse you.” Lance snorted

“ Your telling me you didn’t feel that?” Keith asked

“ I was waiting for you to catch up.” Lance teased 

Their laughter filled the room and Keith pulled lance into his lap,” Call me that stupid name.” Keith pleads 

“Keef?” 

“No the other one.” 

“Kif.” Lance says laughing as he is settled firmly into Keith’s lap. 

“Yup. That’s it. You heard him Kosmo. He’s drunk. He’s stuck here.” 

Kosmo rolls his eyes and curls up on the bed while the two boys hunker into Keith’s bed. This time both of them are sober. Theres no secrets. No hurt feelings. Just two boys in love and a space wolf.