#also my mom and brother got here yay

[delulu4dean]

“Withdrawals”

Warnings: suicide, depression, anxiety

Pairings: Dean Winchester x sister!reader, Sam Winchester x sister!reader

Prompt: withdrawal from Cymbalta. Based on my own experience

Word Count: 3,624

You are all packed up to go with your older brothers. They were going all the way to the Redwood Forest, and you didn’t want to be in the bunker all alone.

You aren’t a hunter like them, not yet at least. You’ve studied the lore, and you’ve trained a bit, because after all, you are a Winchester. And the name alone is like wearing a giant “kick me” sign if it said “kill me” instead. No, you’re a student, getting your associates online in the exploratory major because you have no idea what you would want to do other than hunt with your brothers.

Sam and Dean promised John they’ll never let you into the life. Your mom died shortly after you were born. Your dad met your mom on a hunt nineteen years ago. She was a nurse in a hospital. There was one patient who was wrongfully treated, and died due to medical negligence. And boy does a vengeful spirit do a lot of damage. John saved your mom’s life, and they celebrated that night. She got pregnant, and she kept John’s number so nine months later, he picks up the phone to find out he’s got a daughter. Dean overheard the conversation and when John said he wouldn’t go, Dean said he has to. It resulted in a huge argument. John eventually gave in, and they went to the hospital to see you, and Dean knew right there and then he’d do anything to protect his little sister.

Your mom killed herself after she brought you home. Family history of mental illness was bad enough, but the postpartum depression pushed her over the edge.

It was not easy showing up at Stanford trying to explain to Sam that he had a baby sister, and that also your dad was missing. It was especially not easy looking for your dad while they had to take care of a baby. Dean often got babysitters to watch you in the motels they stayed in.

And now here you are, nineteen years old, aimlessly walking through life. You’re getting an associates in nothing specific just to get some general education done. And that history of mental illness in your family is hitting you hard. You’re on antidepressants, a specific one that treats your depression and anxiety.

Dean parks at the motel, and goes to get keys for a room. You don’t mind sleeping on the couch, out of the three of you it only makes sense, you got tall and taller with you, and it just doesn’t seem fair to make them sleep on the couch when you fit so well on it.

Sam and Dean throw on their FBI getup and go start asking questions while you connect your laptop to the motel wifi. Yay statistics, said no one ever. You’re only doing this to make your brothers happy, you don’t see a reason to get a degree. They say it’s useful to get some sort of decent job, or to one day get a further education when you decide what you want to do. But you already know what you want to do, you want to hunt with them.

You don’t know how you ended up on the couch. One moment you were doing homework and… yeah, that’s enough to make you snooze. You look at the time and it’s 8am the next day. You look into your bag and your eyes wide as you realize you left your antidepressants in the bunker.

“Shit!”

Your sudden outburst awakens your brothers as they both shoot up to see what’s wrong with you.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Sam asks as they both run to your side.

“I forgot my meds at home,” you pout.

“Your meds?” Dean raises an eyebrow.

“My antidepressants,” you clarify.

Dean makes an “O” shape with his mouth in response.

“Have you ever missed a day before?” Sam asks you.

“No, and this is going to be longer than a day. How am I going to manage without it?”

“Managing your existing problems is the least of your worries kiddo. You’re going to go through withdrawals,” Dean takes a seat next to you. “One of us can stay with you.”

“I’ll be fine, let’s get breakfast, you guys do your research and then I get back and work on more homework, I’ll keep myself occupied,” you assure your brother. They give each other a worried look, not feeling too sure, but you insist you’ll be fine.

The three of you head to a diner, and you check out the menu while Dean checks out the waitress.

“Perv,” you mumble under your breath.

“Good morning, what can I get for you?”

Dean orders the greasiest breakfast on the menu, with bacon of course. Sam orders some omelette made with just egg whites.

“And for you, hun?” the waitress looks at you with a smile.

“I’d like a plate of eggs, over easy, and sausages. And an order of chocolate chip pancakes with extra whipped cream if that’s possible. And a cup of coffee if that isn’t too much trouble,” you order.

“Coming right up!”

After a couple of minutes the coffee is ready and she serves you and your brothers your coffee. You add a couple of vanilla creamers. You take your first sip, and immediately regret not blowing on it first. The hot liquid burns your tongue. You set your cup down as your stomach growls, begging to be fed.

On a normal day, you could be patient, wait for your food. But today isn’t a normal day, and even though it’s probably a five minute wait, ten at most, you need the food now. Your leg bounces up and down, as your fingers tap on the table.

“Hey kid, are you alright?” Dean asks you.

“Mmhm. Just hungry.”

“The food will be out any minute,” Sam assures you. You nod but it doesn’t make the time pass by any quicker for you.

You watch as the waitress walks over to your table with your food and you sit up. The moment she places your place in front of you, you dig in. Your brothers watch as you focus on your meal. They’ve never seen you eat like this. Normally you try to stay neat and clean while you eat. You talk to them. But right now, your brothers know better than to comment on you eating.

It’s not Dean doesn’t go crazy about food either. It’s just out of the ordinary for you, and you’re off your meds for the next few days, so they’re worried. Eventually they start getting to their research.

After breakfast, your brothers drop you off at the motel, and get on with the case. You open your laptop, log into your student portal, and look at your assignments. This is going to be a long day.

✰✰✰✰✰

You’re sat on the chair in front of your laptop, as you have been all day. It’s been hard to concentrate, you kept checking your phone, playing games. Every time your brothers texted to check in on you, you used it as an excuse to be on your phone again. And then when you finally started concentrating, you didn’t understand it.

You’re sat on your chair, tears streaming down your face. Hugging your knees, you just stare at the screen as the numbers blur together. Math was frustrating. It’s not like you’re bad at it, you’re actually great at it. But your mind is cloudy, and even reading over everything again and again, you’re not processing anything.

You barely made it through your other assignments, and this is all you have left for the day. You’ve been going at it since breakfast, you even skipped lunch to make up for the distractions.

The motel door clicks and creaks open, and footsteps enter the room. You don’t look up from your screen, you just hope they don’t notice your damp face.

“We got dinner,” Dean says, placing the bag on the table in front of you.

“ ‘M-not hungry,” you mumble.

“What do you mean you’re not hungry, what did you have for lunch?” Dean sits at the table, and Sam joins.

You still don’t look up as your brothers take out their food from the take out bag. Dean places your food in front of you as you push it away.

“I’ve been doing homework all day, no time to eat,” you attempt to speak but it all came out in a raspy whisper.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Sam scoots closed to you, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“I’m stupid, that’s what’s wrong,” you break down into sobs. “I can’t do simple math equations.”

“You’re great at math,” Dean tries to assure you, but it doesn’t help.

“But I can’t do it today.”

“Hey, hey. You're off your meds. You’re not stupid, you're just not in the right state right now,” Sam tells you, and you nod. “Eat up, and after dinner, I’ll help you with your math, and anything else you need help with.”

Your sobs become small whimpers until you stop crying altogether. You sniffle before grabbing the dinner your brothers got for your. Sam sits next to you and reads over your math homework and explains things. Just reading it didn’t process, but hearing it out loud, from your brother, that helped process what you were actually looking at. Not long after, you finish your homework.

“Thank you, Sammy,” you hug your brother, tightly, and he hugs you back.

“Of course, (Y/N/N),” he keeps you close.

✰✰✰✰✰

You toss and turn, unable to sleep. You’re really starting to miss your antidepressants. Huffing, you get up from the couch, throw on your slip on vans, and take one of the motel key cards. Maybe a walk with some therapeutic music will help you feel better. It really sucks how just after 24 hours, the withdrawal kicks in. You throw in your earbuds and start walking around the block.

Your skin feels all tingly and a burning sensation travels up your leg but you ignore your body screaming. Maybe the walk is what you need. You've been sitting all day, no wonder you can’t sleep.

You put your hands in your pocket as you sing along to the next song under your breath.

“Running low, on serotonin. Chemical imbalance got me twisting things. Stabilize with medicine, there’s no depth to these feelings. Dig deep, can’t hide from the corners of my mind. I’m terrified of what’s inside.”

You take in a deep breath, letting the cool air fill your lungs.

“Please don’t let me go crazy. Put me if a field with daisies, might not work but I’ll take a maybe.”

As the song ends, you reach the motel door, but before you can use your key card, the door opens. You look up to see Dean frantically walking out until he sees you.

“Y/N! Where were you?” He whisper-shouts.

“I just went on a walk,” you explain. “I couldn’t sleep. Thought it would tire me out.”

“How are you feeling?” he asks you, putting his hand on your back, bringing you inside.

“Honestly my legs hurt, my skin feels all tingly, and my head is starting to hurt.”

“Come on, you’re sleeping in my bed tonight. We can tell each other ghost stories until we fall asleep.”

You smile softly, remembering that’s what Dean would do to get you to bed growing up. You lay down underneath the cover and look at the ceiling.

“Instead of a ghost story, you can catch me up on what you and Sammy have figured out about the case,” you suggest.

And so Dean goes into detail about his day, and how he things by tomorrow night things should be done. Dean is thinking it’s a siren, since these victims were last seen talking about seeing a pretty woman.

“But what were the victims doing before they got killed?” you pose a question.

“One was smoking, another littered, the third being really disruptive,” your eldest brother answers you.

“Hm. Could be a dryad,” you tell Dean.

“A what?”

“A dryad, forest nymph, not a fairy or a goddess but sort of in between. Magical, gorgeous women. There are different nymphs, like water nymphs for example.”

“How do you kill a nymph?” Dean asks you.

“She’s just protecting the forest,” you pout.

“She’s killing people.”

“Talk to her.”

“How do you kill her?” Dean presses.

“You don’t,” you finally give in. “Not without killing nature. Do you want to burn down a tree, Dean?”

“… no.”

“Thought so.”

“Then what do I do?”

“Technically if you can find the one tree she’s attached to, you can kill her. But you shouldn’t.”

“I’ll try talking to her, for you.”

“Thanks Dean.”

✰✰✰✰✰

The next morning you and Dean are both awaken by Sam, who brings you breakfast burritos.

“Good morning,” he says.

“Mmm morning,” you yawn.

“Did you have a nightmare?” Sam asks.

“No, I just couldn’t sleep. So Dean caught me up on your case.”

Sam nods. After breakfast and some research, Sam and Dean get what they need to summon her.

“Since it’s not that dangerous, maybe I can come along,” you offer.

“Homework for the week all done?” Sam asks.

You nod.

“Legs feeling better?” Dean asks.

You nod again.

“You’re lying,” he squints his eyes at you.

“How would you know?”

“The second nod was slower and less confident.”

You groan.

“If you need one of us to stay with you, we can arrange that. If what you said is true, it will be easy enough for just one of us,” Sam suggests.

“I’m fine,” you lie. You’re not fine. Your body is aching, and the anxiety and depression are starting to really sink in.

“Sam, you’re better at talking things out than I am. I’ll drop you off, then head back here. You can call me if you need backup,” Dean says.

“Sounds like a plan,” Sam nods.

The two of them leave the room and you sigh, laying down. You can’t just stay sitting in this room the whole time. You’re at a bear themed motel close to the redwood forest. You need to experience the nature. You’re feeling trapped and panicked. Your breathing accelerates and you sit up. Pacing back and forth for the next forty minutes, you wait for Dean to get back.

The door opens and he walks in with a bag in hand.

“You’re five minutes late!” you yell at him.

“I just stopped to get some pie,” he sets down the bag. “I got you powdered donuts.”

You nod.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to yell at you. I’m just feeling really trapped in here. Think we can go for a walk, or a drive at least?”

“A drive sounds good,” Dean nods. “But eat the donuts before. No powder on Baby.” He points a finger at you.

“Yes sir,” you grab your donuts and eat, while dean digs into his pie.

After dessert, you two get into Baby. You look out the window as he pulls out of the motel parking lot.

“You want to play some music?” Dean asks you.

“What happened to driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole?”

“This is a one time opportunity, Y/N. You don’t wanna miss it,” he nudges you.

You use a cassette adapter to connect your phone. You continue the playlist you were playing last night.

“You wanna listen to sad music?” Dean raises an eyebrow.

“I am sad. I don’t have my happy pills,” you mumble.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Honestly? I just want to cry. For absolutely no reason. Well there is a reason, withdrawals.”

Tears well up, and you take a shaky sigh.

“I’m sorry kid. I’ll make sure we get home as soon as possible.”

You just nod. The medication doesn’t stop the bad thoughts from happening, but they stop them from hurting as much. The problem was the medication isn’t as effective anymore either. You’ve built a tolerance, so right now the only difference is instead of mild depression, you want to kill yourself. You hate how you look, I mean both of your brothers are considered attractive and you feel like you look… dorky. School is stressful especially when you’re working towards a degree you don’t want.

And then you think of your brothers, who swooped in to take care of you. John wasn’t a terrible father to you, but you know he was too tough on Sam and Dean especially when it came to you. And then when John died, Dean became basically like your dad. He already raised Sam during his youth and then he had to take care of you. You couldn’t help but think that Sam and Dean would have it so much easier without you.

You try to hide your cries, looking out the window, letting tears stream down your face.

“Y/N/N? Talk to me,” Dean coaxes you. “What are you thinking about.”

Your silent cries become wails and sobs. And the crying triggers a headache and you feel nauseous and everything is just awful.

“Dean, why do you keep me around?” You take a deep breath trying to calm yourself but it doesn’t work. “I’m a burden. You don’t need to be taking care of me, especially when I’m an adult. I’m just dragging you down,” you cry out. “If I were dead, or never born, you’d be so much happier!”

“Woah woah!” Dean pulls over, then looks over at you. “I would not be happier without you. We don’t keep you around to take care of you. You’re grown, independent. We love you. And we’re happy you like being around us too. You’re our family.”

You look up at him, and you can almost see his heart breaks as he looks at your face. He wipes your tears and pulls you in for a hug.

“Are you thinking of hurting yourself? Are the suicidal thoughts back?”

You nod, crying into the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry.”

“Shh. You have nothing to be sorry about, baby, these thoughts aren’t your fault.”

You feel something going on in your throat, and you pull away quickly, opening the door, emptying the contents from your stomach. Dean quickly gets out from the drivers side and runs over to you.

“Ew,” you cry. “God that’s gross. I’m sorry.”

Your shoulders continue to shake as you resume crying. Your older brother crouches down (avoiding where you threw up) and pushes your hair back behind your ears.

“You don’t need to say sorry.”

“I might have gotten some on Baby,” you say, looking around to make sure.

“I can clean it. It’s just a car. You’re my baby sister.”

You sniffle as a smile creeps on your face.

“You do really love me. You’d never say she’s just a car unless it was that serious.”

“Of course it’s that serious. You’re having withdrawals. Now lets get something in that tummy,” he pokes your stomach. “Something light and comforting. You can wash up in the bathroom. And then we can get Sam and get you home.”

You nod and the drive resumes. You head back to the diner you had breakfast at yesterday. For lunch you get a grilled cheese and tomato soup. Dean gets a burger, obviously. As you wait for the food, you head into the bathroom and wash up.

After lunch, Sam gives Dean a call, saying it’s all over, and to also check up on you. You guys go on your way to pick up Sam. Dean hands the key over to Sam and Sam looks at Dean confused.

“Long drive from California to Kansas. Don’t want to leave her alone. After dinner we can switch off and you can sit in the back if you want,” Dean explains.

“It’s fine, it looks like you got control of the situation.” Sam looks over to you. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling like absolute shit. But better than before.”

“When we get home, you take your meds, get your sleep, then we can do a movie night,” Sam suggests.

“That sounds great Sammy,” you smile. You kiss his cheek before going into the back seat with Dean.

“Thanks for being here for me Dean,” you say, kissing his cheek as well.

“Of course. I’ve been here since day one,” he ruffles your hair.

✰✰✰✰✰

The next 21 hours end up being hell. Dean said the wrong thing while trying to comfort you, sending you spiraling. That’s when Sam sat in the back while Dean sat up front beating himself up over it as he drives the rest of the way home. You apologized for being a difficult kid and Dean didn’t deny you were difficult, he just said easy is boring.

Now Dean pulls into the bunker garage, and you run to your room to get your medicine and take it. Dean follows you, wanting to apologize.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. You aren’t a difficult kid. You were a great kid. Fun, and a great listener.”

“It’s okay Dean, I’m over it. Really.”

He nods.

“Can you stay with me until I sleep though? You and Sam? I want to hear about the dryad!”

“Sure thing. Sammy!”

Sam runs up to you guys.

“She wants you to tell us about the dryad.”

“Was she pretty?” you ask.

“Yes, she was very pretty.”

You lay in bed as your brothers sit on each side of you. Sam talks about how your plan to talk to her actually worked, and how the conversation went down. You smile as you listen. Your eyelids get heavy and soon you’re out.

[watchingblsnowandforever]

Hello!!!

Welcome back! =D

Part 2

Warning: long, long post (also a part 2 but I think y'all are used to it by now-) 😊😅

MattMick!! Also, Beer looking between them like that and Q and Toey peeking from behind cracked me up hehe

Also, does that mean Beer is single? Wait, maybe he's aroace. That'd be really cool.

I did see some hints of a throuple of him and MattMick, but I'm happy with either option.

SO CUTE 🥺🫶🏼

Poor QToey 😭

Their romantic moment got rained on so hard-

Exhibit: Here you can see three males from the species Homo sexuals. Two of them are already mated, and the third is in the courting process. We think the other male is interested too.

Oh- But I thought- oh, this makes sense actually. So the others know. I mean not really surprising when you think about it, to be honest.

With his unprecedented levels of obliviousness? Yeah, no, I get where you're coming from, Chain.

That's your biggest concern about getting a penguin?? 😭😭

Why does Peem look like the exasperated mom friend of the group 😭

After all the tiny crumbs of the past *checks notes* 8262 eps, this is a lot of progress.

HANDS. (I will never stop screaming about hands.)

Cuteee

Peem, babe, he hardly ever goes to class anyways. He's too busy following you around like a puppy.

Me, who holds handholding above everything else (yes, even sex): *DEEP BREATHS THROUGH THE NOSE* I'm fine. *SMOKE COMING OUT OF EARS* Totally fine.

Nothing to say, just a really good shot. (Also, Phuwin's exasperated smile seemed too real and then I learned Pond improvised that scene and yeah, that explains it)

ChainPun: only two people with matching pillow cases

QToey: missing (me?) [Sorry I couldn't resist 😭]

TanFang: peacefully asleep

PhumPeem: chronic insomnia, aggravated by Tan's snores

Matt: cuddling Mick

Beer: dreaming of him and his friends and their boyfriends all graduating with good grades

ChainPun. <33

Let me wrap this moment in my memory forever. (I tried to adjust the lighting a bit but it didn't really work out 😭)

AJSSHUJKJ!!!!! THEY GIVE ME TWO MAKE OUT SESSIONS WITHIN THE SPAN OF LIKE 4 MINUTES AND EXPECT ME TO BE SANE ABOUT IT???

No.

Look, we all expected this. I even said on record I wouldn't survive. And all that mental Muay Thai still didn't prepare me for this.

Till now, I have watched 60 BLs, give or take, so I've seen a lot of NC scenes. Compared to some of them, this is very PG-13, but this one really got me, like very few sex scenes have managed to. The intimacy, the palpable love, want. It all came together so beautifully in this scene.

Them saying 'I love you' during sex is canon! Yay! I knew it in my guts (wrote a fic about it) but feels so good to be right in canon hehe.

"I love you too, now kiss me again."

HANDS!!!! (It's canon now, they hold hands during sex, and so I can freely write a fic about it. Not that something not being canon ever stopped me but yeah.)

Fang: my brother is in safe hands. 😌

Also, love how Peem didn't hesitate to at the chance to kick both brothers and make it a streak 😭👍🏼

Honestly though, this scene shows that Peem is going to go to very long lengths to make sure Phum is okay, even kicking his own brother (which assures me that Peem maybe wouldn't hesitate that much to sucker punch their dad either, which is important information to have for possible future fics.)

How can one man be so goddamn cute??

The whimpering puppy noises- 😭

Cakes are so hard to bake, for real. This one is so cute though 😭😭🫶🏼

Puppy Phum- honestly is anyone surprised? No? Thought so.

This smile-

It holds so much happiness and the brunt of so many years of trauma. It's so beautiful. I'm probably gonna rewatch the heck out of this scene.

I end Part 1 here, Part 2 will be out (hopefully) soon!

If you got this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊 (All mistakes are mine, but in my defense, I literally fell asleep while writing this.)

Here, have a pie (of your favourite flavour) 🥧

[ubemango]

commission 6: friends-to-lovers!Hoseok

note 1: for Miss Sam!!!!!!!! Thank you for your help back in November!!!!!!!!!! I hope sexy sexy brother’s best friend/f2l!Hoseok is Good To you!!!!!!!!!!! Mwah!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕💕😁😁😁😁😁

note 2: a little background--the premise for this story did not come easy to me. Like At All!!!! I was struggling--AGAIN--with Exposition and you know what I learned? in medias res never fails me. Truly she is God. I love her. Anywho, Keyword(s): Talking to your dog for emotional support! Tension! Mutual pining!!!!!!!!! Being so close you don’t know what to do with yourself anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Word count: 4.5k. Class is in session!

note 3: a big big biiiiiiiiig Thank You to @b1usides and @angelguk for helping me out with this ;_; Truly would not have come out with this without you I love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you for ur input and insight and interest and MWAH !!!

(note 4: I wrote all those previous notes back in 2020. GOOD LORD IT IS 2025. This is not a come back I just wanted to post this because I wrote so much of it and I’m tired of thinking my writing is too ugly to post. It can be ugly but also exist on this blog. Yay!!!!!!! Mindset mindset! I wuuuvvvv youuuu my friends I hope you’re doing well!!!!)

“Now?”

“Now,” Yoongi says, “and don’t come up with excuses about being busy because I know you’re doing your dalgona shit right now.”

You slide the bottle of instant coffee a little closer to your chest for protection. He probably overheard you talking to your mom about your plans in the kitchen last night. “You’re evil.”

“Whatever. Just–come, please? Everyone’s busy and Hoseok won’t finish unpacking today if we don’t get the help.”

Hearing that name sends electricity down to your toes. “What’s in it for me?”

“Being a nice sister–“ Yoongi’s breath is stifled with effort, probably from lifting a box– “and helping my best friend move into his new apartment?”

“I just got home–“

“I wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t important. The air conditioning here hasn’t been turned on yet,” he baits, and you hiss at that. “You know what that’s like.”

You do. The sun is unforgiving in the throes of late spring, and even you’d been contemplating holding out on your move back to avoid the heat. You’d made sure to finish unpacking last night, the loom of today’s plus-twenty weather with humidity heavy on your shoulders. Yoongi’s strangled tone tells you Hoseok’s got a billion and one things to unpack.

“Fine,” you concede. “Just text me the address.”

“Don’t take too long.”

The line cuts. You get the text in three seconds.

You stare forlornly at the whisk and bowl you’d gotten out, watching your phone screen light up with Yoongi’s text. To think you’d be hauling ass with cardboard boxes instead of making frothy coffee. What you thought would be a little welcome-back activity now that you’ve moved back home with your family instead lies toppled since you’ve been voluntold for other plans.

Plans to see Hoseok for the first time in years.

Immediately, you hold your breath. Maybe if you restrict your airflow then things won’t be so real and sudden, and why couldn’t Yoongi have called Namjoon, or something? He’s ten times as strong as you are. He lives in the city, too. You feel cheated. Older brothers don’t like taking things into consideration.

Your lungs burst into a yelp when something furry brushes against your leg, which, thankfully, stops you from contemplating all of Yoongi’s wrongdoings with revenge. You realize you’ve got your fist tight around the whisk.

“Girl, you scared me!”

Boppa stares at you with her long eyelashes and sits down at your feet. She’s the picturesque prettiness of a ten-year-old cockapoo. It’s kind of insulting looking at her sometimes.

“Boppa, I think my life’s about to fall apart and it’s all Yoongi’s fault,” you tell her.

She offers no response. You drop the whisk, reach over for her treat jar, and pop the dried meat into her mouth. Just a reward for the anxious rambling you’re about to dump on her pretty little head.

“Remember senior year, Boppa, and I couldn’t do my calculus homework because I missed too many classes? So Hoseok helped me out with all the problems I didn’t get?” You don’t think she does. She just pants, watching you put your mise-en-place away. “Or when he helped me make soup for Yoongi when he had the flu that one time?”

In your head, a dam breaks, and it all comes roiling back.

The way you remember Hoseok is different every time. Little disjointed moments throughout high school, college, and it starts with junior year, when he’d come over after a music council meeting with Yoongi. He’d walked past the living room, caught sight of your puffed face from crying over Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds; so startled by your hiccuping that he’d offered you a coupon to the pizza place near school and told you to get lunch with it the next day. Because pretty girls don’t deserve to cry, and Yoongi slapped his neck for being too nice to his little sister and dragged him upstairs to practice for their sectional.

It’s who he is, has always been. The kindness that never wavers, always there when you need help–carrying groceries into the kitchen when your mom complained about bad knees, patiently waiting for you to work through a difficult log function, walking Boppa when Yoongi was too lazy to do it. College Hoseok disappeared for a bit, busy with obligations and social circles. But like all strong currents, he came back with a force, seeking refuge on your couch after an overnight stay at school. 

(You’d made him a snack, that time. He gave you the prettiest smile ever. When you’d settled into bed, you could hear his snoring from your bedroom.

You slept so well that night.)

“Boppa, why,” you wail. “Why is this all coming back. I just got home.”

She blinks. You toss her another treat. She eats it well.

“I’m not in love with him.” Affirmations, affirmations. It’s good to air out your grievances, especially since no one is home to hear them. “I’m not!”

Boppa looks at you as if to say, I haven’t accused you of anything, so why are you so strung up?

“I don’t know what’s going on!” You shriek, slamming your palms on the counter.

Logically, you’re correct: you aren’t in love with Hoseok. He was just so overwhelmingly good. Attachments formed. Hoseok came to your home all the time. And home is a permanent fixture you could never get rid of, and you’d been away for two years, living in the western side of the city, forgetting you had a life back here, learning new intersections, knowing where to touch fruits to see if they were ripe, seducing the hot pharmacy man into a spicy romance (and subsequently dealing with the heartbreak), living, accomplishing, and these things end. Some parts of life end so you come back home, and Hoseok is home, you’re home, and the one thing about all of this is that it’s all Yoongi’s fault!

You close your eyes, feel the rush of your entire life come to a halt right at this very moment. You wanted coffee, not an attack on all your senses.

“Boppa,” you say, realizing something else. “I need a housewarming gift.”

You hear her get up, and you watch her stop where you’d left your extra bag of rice from unpacking. She lies down in front of it.

“Do you think that’s a good gift?”

She yawns. You google the meaning of offering jasmine rice as a gift for new homes.

“Abundance of love and food,” you say from your findings. It’s good. “Smart girl.”

She makes a grunting noise when you carry the bag away from her, and accepts the kiss you leave behind her ear as your goodbye for now.

She’s due for her mid-afternoon nap. You’re due for a reality check.

The drive over to the apartment is short, and you’re thankful because your seat belt scorches you when you shift the wrong way,  and suddenly your mood is sour all over again. But your parallel parking, though–it’s so immaculate you almost start crying. The balance of good and evil in your life makes you tired. The giant bag of rice almost makes you tip into the asphalt of the sidewalk.

Security buzzes you in with the code Yoongi sent you, and no later than 20 seconds pass when you find yourself in front of unit two-eighteen. You knock, and steel yourself.

The door opens.

“The fuck is that?” Yoongi snorts.

You heat high in your cheeks at the interrogation. “Boppa told me to do it.”

“Our dog told you to bring rice?”

“It’s a gift,” you seethe, “and our dog is a magical dog.” (It’s the truth. Somehow when Boppa howls, your mom will suddenly come up with cryptic news. The last time, an old auntie died.)

“I like it,” a voice says, and suddenly Hoseok is nudging Yoongi out the way. His entrance freezes you in your spot. His fingers brush against yours when he takes the bag from your hands. “Really. My mom brought rice for when my sister moved out–means abundance, or something.”

“Exactly,” is all you can breathe out, and he smiles–just as you remember–and then he disappears into another room. Never one for grand gestures; he comes and goes. Maybe it was just a ghost who happened to look like Hoseok and really liked lifting rice into the netherworld.

The slam of the grain against what’s probably the kitchen counter interrupts the thought. Yoongi makes a disgruntled noise, which more or less means come in before I start insulting you.

“We’re fixing the bed frame right now,” he explains, the door squeaking shut under his hand. “It’s already super hot in there so just–don’t come in.”

“Man sweats?”

“You know how meat smells when you’ve left it out on the counter all day?”

You recoil automatically. “I–? Ew.”

He’s joking. Probably. But it’s enough to make you stay away from that part of the apartment. The living room space is comfortably small; enough square feet to classify as cozy, not cramped. The linger of heat is a silent threat–you can already feel yourself starting to get sticky under your collar. They’ve got a mini-fan propped on one of the many boxes littered on the carpeted floor, though, whirring through little bursts of air.

There are so many boxes. The thought alone is making you sweat more.

“Thank you for the help.” Hoseok pops in again. Brushing his hair away from his sticky forehead, and you’re almost offended at how suave that move was. The audacity of good-looking people to do good-looking things unprovoked. “I really appreciate it.”

You could never refuse him. This is the truth you’ve always known. “It’s no problem. I didn’t think you’d have this much stuff.”

He flounders with a sheepish smile. “Yeah. I didn’t think I did either, but I had a whole nest of shit that I had back home in my closet and I didn’t want to throw anything out.”

“So for nostalgic purposes you’re risking heat exhaustion, is what you’re saying,” you joke.

“So mean.” Hoseok puts his hand over his heart. “You really wound me, you know?”

Yoongi interrupts with a cough. “You guys are boring, I’m going back to the bed frame.”

“I’ll be there in a sec,” Hoseok calls after him. He stands rigid for a second, gathering his thoughts. Probably just avoiding responsibility for a few precious seconds because going back to the proclaimed Meat Room sounds like a painful thought. “Um–I would catch up more but I just–I really need this done before we actually pass out.”

“It’s okay. Really.” He nods his gratitude. “Where should I start?”

“We’ve already done the bathroom, so… you think you can start with the kitchen?”

You nod. Hoseok sighs another “thank you, again,” and takes two steps backwards, as if to keep that soft gaze on you for as long as possible. He spins away before you can think too hard about it.

The kitchen is separated from the living room by the sink, and this is where all the goodies sit. One box is labeled with nothing on the side. Another has nothing but a picture of a smiling plate, a tiny fork and spoon holding hands. But the most enticing one is the box that says MUGS, SO MANY MUGS! MOM CAN’T FIT THEM ALL!

His mom’s loopy handwriting is so cute. You start with this one. In the bedroom, Yoongi screams.

“Are you okay?” You yell out, ripping at the tape with your nail, sorting the bubble-wrapped mugs by… colour? Shape? Who even owns a mug made out to be a literal octopus? The suction cups are so weirdly detailed. You put that furthest in the cupboard above your head, and pop a couple bubbles of bubble wrap to feel better.

“‘M fine,” he calls back. “Hoseok almost hacked off my thumb.”

“I did not!” Hoseok responds passionately.

They stay silent, save for more banging on wood. You organize to the clipped rhythm of the fan swaying back and forth.

It barely dawns on you that you’re in Hoseok’s new kitchen, voluntarily fixing his stuff. And if you thought about it, he would absolutely do the same for you. The symbiotic relationship of being nice just because. It’s the only way you know how to interact with each other. Someone gives, someone receives.

(You missed home. You missed Hoseok.)

It takes half an hour to sort through all the kitchen essentials. The plates and the bowls are stowed away neatly, cutlery in the first drawer below the counter. All the cleaning supplies are safe under the sink. The bag of rice sits heavy in its spot where Hoseok had left it. You’re sweating.

Not as badly as Yoongi and Hoseok are, though. They trudge in the kitchen, breathing hard, eyebrows wet with their effort.

“We’re done with the room,” Hoseok greets. Yoongi ignores you and goes straight for the handle of the fridge. He reaches for two water bottles, and hands the second one to Hoseok. “Wow, you cleared this fast.”

The compliment should not be as hard-hitting as it should be. Your giddiness is silent. “It was easy. Also your octopus mug really freaked me out so I put it, like, as far away from reach as possible.”

“I got him that mug,” Yoongi complains.

“You couldn’t have gotten him a nicer mug?”

“No?”

“You’re ugly,” you retaliate. Yoongi scrunches his face, and drinks his water angrily.

“I like the mug,” Hoseok inserts, brushing past you to open the drawers, eyeing your work, “but yeah, it is kind of. Uh. Out there.”

“Am I being insulted right now?” Yoongi asks.

“It’s an ugly mug,” you say.

“And you got him an ugly bag of rice.”

“I told you Boppa told me to do it!”

“How’s Boppa?” Hoseok interrupts, checking where you’d put the medicine, the first-aid.

“She’s–“

“–good,” you and Yoongi say at the same time. The look he sends you is venomous.

“Stop copying me.”

“You’re ugly,” you say again.

“You guys need to stop giving me whiplash every five seconds,” Hoseok complains. You know he’s used to it, though. Banter that toes the line of actual hurtful words. It’s a common conversation. He inspects the cupboard above the sink next, making little approving noises. “Ooh, bowls on top of the plates. Very nice.”

“I taught her that,” Yoongi says. Which–yes, he technically did, but now you’re just annoyed because he ripped the compliment right from your nose, and now he’s smiling because he knows you’re pissed.

The fan sings its mechanical song. Fighting Yoongi burns up so much energy you fear you’ll collapse once it comes down to fixing up the living room.

Except.

Your brother opens his stupid mouth again, and announces, “I need to leave.”

Hoseok whips around from where he was inspecting the cleaning supplies. “What?”

“Shit. I had to pick up mom from the station.”

The green-lit time on the stove says it’s five till seven. You picture your sweet little mother waiting behind the doors to the passenger pick-up parking lot, and confide in the thought that she’ll probably smack Yoongi once he pulls up. “You’re gonna be late.”

“Oh really,” he mocks. “If I get pulled over for speeding you’ll bail me out, right? Yeah? Cool. I’m sorry. Good luck. Don’t die. Hoseok, take care of her. Or–whatever. It was fun.”

Before either of you can respond, he bolts out, and slams the door behind him in a spectacularly hard fashion.

“Well,” Hoseok says.

“Huh,” you comment.

You make a mental note to kill your brother. Preferably by means of limited gore, maximum pain. Because now you’re alone with the bane (boon?) of your existence in the kitchen with too many thoughts in your head again and again it’s Yoongi’s fault and you wonder why your breakdowns always have to happen in the kitchen.

Calmly, you drink your water.

“So, uh…”

Hoseok fidgets with the empty mug box on the counter. His ears are bright red.

“You wanna–get started with the living room?” You attempt to save the conversation before it gets too awkward.

“Yes,” he agrees quickly, and scurries out with the same swiftness as Yoongi’s departure.

Did he not want to be close to you? Did you smell like meat, too? You put your deodorant on this morning. You sniff at your armpit secretly while Hoseok chooses a stack of boxes to open, and conclude that it is not your good-smelling sweat that’s driving him away, but something else you’re not aware of.

“Honestly, there’s not much here to unpack, a lot of these are just like–winter jackets, the electric cords for the TV…”

“Why don’t we start with the bookcase?”

It looms with emptiness, tucked away into the corner. The dark oakwood that housed all the precious things he said he couldn’t throw away. It feels a little personal, knowing it contains his accomplishments. His secrets? His school yearbooks? A family picture, maybe, stuffed toys he might’ve won from a carnival. For a second you imagine how it would feel, unpacking your things and his things in your own shared space.

“Sure,” Hoseok decides.

You pick the biggest box to open first. The tape has ripped at the corners, sides bulging slightly from the things crammed inside. Some dust flings off when you whip the top open, and inside is way too many books. Elementary school yearbooks, a massive cookbook, the entirety of A Series of Unfortunate Events.

“I didn’t know you read,” is the first thing that comes out of your mouth.

Hoseok startles into laughter. “Uh..?”

“I meant–oh god you know what I mean.” You blush at the slip-up. But Hoseok pays no heed, just laughs even harder.

“It’s fine. It’s–yeah. Back in high school. Found the first book in some second-hand store and ended up buying the rest.”

That explains why the first one is so much more worn down than the others. Loved, flipped through. You heave the box onto the floor, sit down next to it. Criss-cross applesauce. You begin sorting through it one by one.

“So how are you? Now that you’re back home, and all.” Hoseok handles something that clinks slightly–pots of succulents. He staggers on his tip-toes to fit them pretty on the top shelf. You think back to your brief crisis of identity in the kitchen at home.

“I wanted to make the dalgona coffee today but I had a change of plans.”

Hoseok sighs. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“All good. But to answer your question…” There was no exciting answer to impress him with. You’re back for convenience, lack of work. Ordinary reasons. You don’t want to entertain lengthy stories in the fog of this heat, anyway. “It’s… I’m just back. That internship was all I had going for me, so I’m still on a job hunt.”

“That’s really cool, though. I remember your sketchbooks. And when you built that seat to look like a huge-ass Converse shoe.”

It was one of your projects for junior year. “Yeah, it… I don’t know where that is now, probably stuck in the basement somewhere.”

“Sell it on eBay.”

“Like anyone would pay for that shit.” It literally was a giant wooden slab made to look like a shoe, soft enough for reclining. “It’s ugly.”

Hoseok shrugs. “It wasn’t. But keep thinking that, silly, go ahead.”

“It’s just–I can’t believe you know I built that. Like you remember that? I don’t even remember building it.”

He contemplates. “I’ll always remember you,” he answers, very simply, and for a while he lets it linger, like it hadn’t just gotten your heart racing so fast.

The silence is scary. Maybe he’s trying to read your mind. Maybe if you made a loud noise in your head, he’d be startled. You start thinking about the most obscene moaning noises, straight out of soft, amateur pornography that you see floating on your timeline sometimes. But Hoseok doesn’t budge. 

Damn. He just continues on.

“Do you still cry when The Proposal comes on?”

“Oh spare me,” you beg, itching to slap his leg. He shudders with his laughing. “How about you? You still cry when someone talks about the White Lady?”

You think back to a 16-year-old Hoseok sleeping over at your house once, so vexed by Yoongi’s searches on horror forums that night he’d made sure Boppa slept in the room with them. “You’ll curse my apartment!”

“I’d have to say the name three times, you know.”

He watches you from above with frightened eyes. “You wouldn’t.”

Hoseok should know better than to trust his best friend’s sister. Right as you taunt him with the first syllable–(“Whi…“)–he tucks the last succulent away on the shelf, drops down on his knees, and shoves a hot hand over your lips.

“I will actually, genuinely, really, reallyreallyreally hate you forever,” he threatens.

Well.

You wouldn’t want that.

He is devastatingly close, his gaze so frenzied you’re starting to feel bad. The heat comes in waves: the stifling living room, the pathetic blows of wind from the fan. Hoseok’s body. Proximity you haven’t known in forever. He just stares.

You garble from behind his mouth. “Sto’ wooing ame.”

“What?”

You slide his palm off your wet lip. “Stop looking at me,” you repeat.

“I can’t just look at you?”

Oh. He –?

“You – !” You swat at him like he’s a pesky mosquito, warding off the thirst for your embarrassment. He sits next to you, laughing. “I’m sweaty and my concealer is creasing.”

“You look fine.”

“To you.” You pat under your eyes. “I’m ugly to me.”

“Me is stupid,” he counters.

“Me will kick you if you don’t finish clearing this shit out!”

Hoseok relents, careful to test your aggression. He’s sweating, too. He wipes at his neck, sighing into straight posture from creaky knees. “We can just finish this then call it a night,” he offers. “Are you almost done with that box?”

You lug the cookbook into the remaining space of the shelf. “It’s done.”

“Cool. Then could you just–” he gestures to the cardboard near his feet with one hand, arranging more succulents with the other– “grab that for me?”

You reach over with a grunt, gentle in your hold of the pot. It’s a money plant. “From your mom?”

“I don’t even like plants,” Hoseok complains. He looks to the side of the bookshelf, realizing there’s no space to accommodate the larger pot. Dejected, he just leaves it where he stands. “I’m fixing this tomorrow, I don’t care. Let’s go outside.”

Outside is the balcony, which isn’t as oppressively hot as it is inside but still has you disappointed that it’s, well, hot. There’s no escaping it. Hoseok has to use his entire body weight to slide open the glass doors. “Shit fucking doors. Do you think Yoongi carries WD-40?”

“Probably. Tell him it’s his welcoming gift for you.”

He snorts. “I’d feel guilty. He already did a lot, building the bed with me.”

You follow him to where he leans on the railing. His unit faces west. Perfect for this time of year, when the sunsets are longer. It bleeds low behind the fading bricks of the faraway houses, the inner city high-rises, and if you angled yourself correctly it’s almost as if they lean on the sun itself. 

“This is the real reason why I chose this place,” Hoseok says. “Saw this sunset and knew.”

“I didn’t know you were so sappy.” You scrunch your face like you’ve been fed something sour. He laughs. 

“How else do you think I get all the hot ladies?” He teases. You stop at that. It suddenly occurs to you that Hoseok is a man who’s lived a million lives just as you have, and just as nothing stopped you from trying to date around (re: hot pharmacy man), the same laws should apply to him, too. 

You aren’t hurt, but it does cut a little. And before you can stop yourself, you ask: “Are any hot ladies coming over anytime soon?”

He sounds like he chokes. “God no.”

“Oh.”

“I – it’s boring stuff. Just. No. Maybe there could have been, but no.”

In your heart of hearts, you believe he’s stuttering because he’s embarrassed. But a part of you wishes he’s trying to appease the part of you that’s bristling, like he knows it’s not information you want to hear. It’s almost like a puppy nipping at their owner for forgiveness, though why would he want to be apologizing?

(Unless.)

“Okay,” you say. You try not to think too hard. “Sorry. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

Your top lip is sweaty. Every crease in your body is sweaty. You’re also very much aware that Hoseok is looking at you like he wants to say more, but he just hangs his head low. “Thanks. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You know.” He wipes his brow. “Anything, really. Plans for the summer. Hot men to woo. Or hot ladies, I don’t know.”

You watch the sun set lower. It’s cooler now, and the cicadas are humming loudly. “I… no. I’m not really… I don’t know.”

Good lord. You have the strangest feeling to cut open all your guts and let Hoseok see you for everything you are. He does it so easily, to you. This is the universal truth that’s defined your existence since he entered your life.

“Ugh. I’d offer you beer to cheers for being lonely but you’re driving.” He pouts. “Fuck. Sorry. I don’t want to keep you any longer than you want to stay.”

“I don’t mind.” And because you like to torture yourself, you add: “Not if it’s you.”

(You can almost hear your brother’s voice. You’re so easy. The you in your head gives him a sucker punch and says: Well maybe I like to be easy! The Boppa in your head also kicks him in the shin. You think she’d be cheering you on.)

Hoseok’s eyes widen. “Really.” It’s not a question but a reaction, and Mind-Boppa gives you a fist bump.

“Yeah. Or you can tell me if that was weird. Like. Really. You can.” You’re about to ramble more but Hoseok interrupts you.

“No!” He says this a little too loudly. You flinch. “Sorry. No. No. That wasn’t weird.”

For the umpteenth time today you almost burst into tears. It’s everything sweet and bad and hot pressing in on you, and is Hoseok smiling? He’s laughing. You’re about to spontaneously combust and he’s cackling like he’s cracked the code of something. You must look horrified, because he starts to flounder.

“I’m–sorry. I’m sorry. Please. I’m not laughing at you. I’m just gonna ask you something, and I want you to walk out on me and forget everything I’m about to say if you choose to. Does that sound good?”

You think: it��s hot when he takes initiative.

You say: nothing.

You: nod for him to continue.

“Can I please treat you to dinner for fixing my kitchen for me?”

Catholics say the universe was created in seven days. Hoseok bursts and collides five hundred of them with one question.

“Will you pay for me?” You ask.

“Yes.”

“Do I have to look pretty?”

“You’re always pretty to me,” he says.

“What if I say no?”

“Then I’ll pretend I never asked you and you can go woo another hot person. But I prefer you don’t.”

The sun has set. There’s pink in the sky, and there’s pink in your eyes. You wonder if your pupils have turned heart-shaped. 

“Then my answer is yes,” you decide.

.

.

.

When you sit in the driver’s seat, you think about Hoseok’s smile and what you’d do to keep it there. Then, you declare to your driving wheel, “I’m going to kill Yoongi,” then pull off into traffic.

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.

.

Hoseok closes the door behind him, and slides down with his back against the wood. “Yoongi’s going to kill me,” he says to himself.

[spacelessbian]

thoughts on Agatha All Along FINALE

Full spoilers ahead, 100% don't read if you haven't seen episodes 8 and 9.

I really enjoyed the finale, both episodes had a lot to offer and overall I am quite happy with how the show concluded. Things that I liked in no particular order:

The REVEALS. There is simply nothing better than a reveal that recontextualizes everything. And we didn't get just one, but two! Personally I found Agatha running a con and murdering women for centuries the more fun one, but Billy actually creating the Road was also really good and even though I've only seen the show once (unlike many people on here, no doubt), I can name many points in the story and in the dialogue where this is worked in and suddenly makes sense. Really great stuff.

Agatha and Nicky. I was dreading this part a little bit because I know Nicholas Scratch is some sort of big name in Marvel comics and I truly couldn't care less, so I'm pleased with what we got – a genuinely sweet yet tragic story of a mom and her son, destined to death even before being born. I was surprised (but in a good way) by Agatha's quiet reaction to Nicky's death because we know his death hurt her badly, but that's just how it is sometimes.

Agatha and Rio. I won't say I'd always had fate in Marvel to not mess this up, so yay! I don't think they did. This relationship is the heart of the show (and it is black and beats for the queers) and I think the writers did it justice (apart from one thing which I will get to in the next section). The kiss was intense, sexy, beautiful and also tragic and both Kathryn Hahn and Aubrey Plaza did a fantastic job with every piece of dialogue and every expression. I want them to play doomed lovers in five more projects, at least.

The coven. I already blogged about Jen but man, is it funny. Even this was Agatha all along, but she is such a menace she hasn't even realized that. I'm truly happy for Jen making it through and getting her power back. I'm glad we saw Alice's last moment and I liked how much Billy cared about her, Lilia and Sharon.

Agatha's death. I can't help myself, I need to go to that moment again. I was destroyed by that. It was so beautiful, both thematically and also visually and all. The flowers and mushrooms? The sun coming up? I kept thinking about Hozier's Work Song: When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold dark earth. No grave can hold my body down. I'll crawl home to her. (whadup, Rio reference)

Agatha and Billy specifically in that last battle scene. She was blue you guys, she was just completely blue and in the exact same blue that Billy wears in his silly Marvel costume. And Billy just offered her his power, without questions and without wanting anything in return! And she didn't kill him! (Writing that down, the bar is on the floor for Agatha lol.)

There are other small things (like the Subaru lol), but I am ready to go to the bad section now. Two things I did not like (hidden for lenght but also because not everyone wants to read negative stuff):

Agatha's ghost. I'm gonna say it. Agatha as a ghost looks fucking terrible and her existence itself diminishes her death scene. I do understand why they did it and even why she looks like that (Agatha in the comics, as I understand it, is Wanda's mentor and also an older white haired lady, so they wanted to keep that but it didn't make sense with Wanda anymore), but I just hate it. Especially the wig.

The Marvel stuff. Yes, I realize this sounds stupid, it is a Marvel show after all. We wouldn't get a stupid gimmick like ghost Agatha joining Billy to look for his brother if this wasn't a starting point for the Wiccan. And I like Billy, I do, I also (obviously) love Agatha, who was first introduced in WandaVision (I realize the hypocrisy), but it just doesn't work for me. I would rather think about the beautiful death scene with it's poetic tragedy than about white haired Agatha floating on a washing machine, I'm sorry.

That being said, I really really liked the whole show and I am happy to say I hooked in my best friend (if you are reading this, you are contractually obliged to like the post, you know how it is) and that I actually know other people irl who watched it and enjoyed it. I'm sad it's over and even sadder that in this day and age, noone will talk about it in about two to three weeks. Anyway, it was lovely.

[tieronecrush]

hot & heavy

chapter eleven: star-spangled eyes

neighbor!joel x f!reader

series masterlist

series rating: E (18+ MDNI)

series summary:

over the course of three summers, joel miller becomes woven into your life. the first summer is spent falling for him; nannying his daughter and sneaking around with him in a burning love affair. you know how you feel about joel, he isn’t so sure about how it all is gonna work. the second summer is brief. a month spent at home after graduation and before you move to boston for your dream job. one look at you, one time hearing your voice, and joel is hooked again. he pines over you for that month, but you think — how is long distance of over a thousand miles going to work for a single dad? the third summer, you return home burnt out and pride bruised from your post-grad life. you need time to feel at home again, like your complete self, so you’ve come back home with no return ticket booked. it’s only a matter of time before joel seeks you out, slowly spending more time with you. without an inevitable end to the summer looming over you both, what chances are you willing to take?

word count: 7.9k

warnings: NO OUTBREAK (don’t need to worry about the mushies), no use of y/n, inexperienced reader, age gap (joel is 30/31, reader is 22), canon-divergent (sarah is 7 y/o), nanny au, pet names (sweetheart, darling, sweet girl, mariposa, etc.), polite southern manners, feeling familial and self-pressure, ESTABLISHED relationship FINALLY, spanish cause joel is latino, unprotected p in v, dirty talkkk king joel miller, soft (and soft dom) joel, possessive joel, mentions of depression and symptoms, struggling with self, discussion of parenting, angst, MAJOR doubt! and displays of nationalism! yay!

a/n: thank you as always to the bestie/cousin/sister wife/sweet, sweet gf @northernbluess for beta-reading this chapter, seriously i can't write without you so don't ever leave me pls. also thank you all for being so patient with this chapter while i was away! enjoy xxx

“Morning, Millers! Happy Fourth!” Your dad’s voice booms in your ear from where he stands behind you at the garage door, waving to the three Millers as they walk over to your driveway. “Y’all ready for a day on the lake?”

“Sure are. Thanks again for invitin’ us, can we pack up the cooler and everything in my truck? Might make it easier to access since you’ve got the boat hitched up here.” Joel glances your way, the slightest curve of his mouth when you catch his stare, turning toward your dad.

“Well, that’d be just great! We’ve got a couple more bags inside, but think you can take care of these things for now?” Your dad gestures to the things behind you both, clapping his hands when Joel confirms and steps forward to grab the supplies. Slipping back into the house to help your mom with last-minute prep, your dad leaves you with the Miller crew outside.

“Long time, no see, Posey.” Tommy teases as he grabs a tote from his older brother as Joel gives him a glare, earning a smile and shrug from you. “Definitely didn’t hear you sneaking out the kitchen door this mornin’ from my place sleeping on the couch.”

“Get all of that out now before we’re constantly around my parents all day, Thomas.” Joel straightens up at the slightest edge of your voice, masked with teasing as he walks away from you standing with Tommy, grumbling to himself as he goes to load everything for the festivities into his truck.

“Yeesh, somebody’s in a mood. Sometimes he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed, but you probably know that.” Tommy hikes the bag onto his shoulder further, grimacing slightly with a familiar furrowed brow — you can see even more of the resemblance with that.

“I’ve seen him crabby, but it’s honestly been pretty rare. He was fine this morning.” Watching from your driveway, Joel’s shoulders move underneath the navy t-shirt he’s got on, lifting everything into the bed of his truck. Tommy follows over there, loading up the rest of the things that your dad brings out from the house. You pick up one tote, Joel approaching behind you and skimming a hand over your lower back.

“I can take that, sweetheart.” He holds a hand out at your side, giving you a tight lip smile as you nod and stutter out an agreement, handing the bag over to him. Your parents walk outside at that moment, your mom rifling through her purse while your dad calls into the house for your brother, Chris, before shutting the door.

“Everyone ready to go?” Your mom looks up, meeting your eyes as Joel gives her a nod and a smile, walking over to his truck to get Sarah in. “Oh gosh, we really overpacked, didn’t we?”

“You always pack for the boat as if we’re going on a sailing trip out to the Gulf. But at least we’ll be prepared,” you say with a laugh, adjusting the strap of your swimsuit underneath your cover-up dress, turning around, and exchanging another look with Joel as he climbs into his car.

There’s the smallest flash of those ‘what ifs’ that plagued your mind a few nights ago, tamped down for the last few days. You clear your throat of the acidic burn, climbing into the back of your dad’s truck and watching Chris shuffle out of the house still half asleep, climbing in next to you with a mumbled greeting.

After you ignore it, he asks, “What the hell has you in a mood?”

If only you could say something.

You climb out of the back of your dad’s truck once you reach the docks, making your way over to Joel’s truck parked in the lot to help unload while your dad and Chris drop the boat in. Sidling up to him at the back of the cab, you reach for your personal bag that you packed with your things like a book and extra sunscreen and a change of clothes. His hand intercepts yours, looking at you with one side of his mouth lifted.

“I got it for you, Mari. D’you mind walkin’ with Sarah?” He nods to where she’s stood on the sidewalk nearby, observing all of the boats in the small lakeside harbor. Glancing back at Joel, you give him a gentle smile, reaching to give his arm a squeeze.

“Thanks, J. I’ll take Sarah down there. You sure you and Tommy don’t need any help?” You suspiciously eye the amount of stuff occupying the truck bed, quirking a brow at him.

“Positive, darlin’. Y’all head down there, we’ll be right behind you both.” He leans in a few inches as if he’s going to kiss you, halting in his movements and letting out a barely audible sigh before straightening up again and looping a few more bags onto his arms. Your stomach flips around with the need to complete his motions, to close the gap that was there between you, but you respect the boundaries he wants to keep around your family, instead walking over to Sarah and taking her hand. 

Guiding her down the winding path, she tells you all about how excited she is to go swimming and to see the fireworks later, swinging your joined hands. You stop at the end of the dock, waiting as your dad and Chris pull around to where you and your mom are; Joel and Tommy come up behind you with all the goods, loading them onto the boat with your dad and Chris when they come around. Tommy hops on after swinging the cooler over the side, Joel stepping down after. Your dad offers your mom a hand while Joel picks up Sarah easily and sets her down, reaching a hand out to you afterward.

Gingerly taking it, you swing one foot onto the seat, bringing the other over and tripping a bit. You sway back and forth, a heavy hand tightly gripping your side to steady you.

“Y’alright? Nearly fell in there, sweetheart.”

Nodding and taking a breath, Joel drops his hand from you and helps you the rest of the way down and onto the seat. Your mom digs out a child’s life jacket from one of the storage compartments, passing it to you.

“D’you mind getting that on Sarah, honey? She’s gotta wear it to stay safe. Too many nutcases out on the water today.”

You call Sarah over, smiling as she stands in front of you and explaining that she has to keep this on while everyone’s on the boat. Easily slipping her arms in, you close it in front of her chest, clipping and securing the clips one at a time. Joel sits next to you, a few more inches apart than normal, patting Sarah’s curls and giving you a sideways glance.

“You wanna sit here between us, mija?” Joel pats the spot, helping Sarah scoot back onto the bench. He stretches his arm behind her, grazing your arm and brushing his fingers against the knit material of your cover-up. Joel relaxes for the first time all morning, content to stay like this all day if it was his choice. Both of his girls next to him, as close as he can get to you without breaking the boundaries he set himself.

With everyone seated, your dad at the helm, the boat lurches to life when the engines turnover and it idly cruises out of the harbor area before picking up speed to drive around the lake for a bit. The wind blows against all of you, Sarah giggling at the excitement of the ride. You turn to look at her, beaming a smile as she holds onto your arm. Joel watches the small interaction, his heart pumping the subtlest bit harder in his chest.

You’re so patient with Sarah, so kind, compassionate, silly, and serious — you’re exactly what she needs right now, what she’s missing that Joel can’t quite ever be no matter how hard he tries.

The words burn into his mind, sitting in his throat where he holds it back on his tongue. Later. He can say it later. At some point.

After a few laps and weaves around the lake, your dad idles the boat up to a cluster of fellow lake-goers, dropping the anchor and turning off the engines. Everyone shuffled around, Sarah popping up and asking to go in the water straight away.

“Gotta put some sunscreen on ya first, Bug. How about we do that, wait a few minutes for it to dry and you can drink some water and then go swimming?” Joel stands up, glancing around for their own bag they packed. You’re still seated, sorting through your own tote and pulling out your sunscreen.

“Here, use mine. Sure we’ll find your bag in a minute but don’t think Sare-Bear here wants to wait any longer than she has to for swimming.” You smile at her before handing the tube off to Joel, a quiet “thanks” in response. He gets some on Sarah, asking her to sit and wait for it to dry before handing the lotion back to you. Joel steps around you to find their bag on the other end of the boat, walking back over with spray sunscreen and stripping off his shirt to apply some himself.

Stealing glances at you, his mouth dries out when he watches you peel off the cover-up, setting it aside and leaving you clad in your bikini. The sight of you applying the sunscreen sends him back to that first summer, the view from his window into yours of you naked and applying body lotion — a show only for him. He swallows hard and shakes himself out of his thoughts, ignoring you off to his side until he hears you speak up.

“Hey, Tommy, d’you mind gettin’ my back for me since you’re waitin’ on the sunscreen from Joel?” He watches you cross over to Tommy before he can call out a protest, the words dying in his throat when he knows he doesn’t have any claim over you today. Tommy shrugs at Joel, helping you out while he watches on enviously.

Huffing out a sigh, he finishes his own application, throwing the bottle back in the bag and sitting back down in the sun. He slips his sunglasses down onto the bridge of his nose from the top of his head, closing his eyes and basking in some of the warmth before Sarah begs to get into the water.

Joel hears you mumble a curse under your breath, feeling your presence next to him. Tilting his head down and opening his eyes again, he glances at you sideways and questions, “Something wrong?”

“I stupidly left my sunglasses in the car. I set them down next to my bag instead of putting them inside of it,” you sigh and look around the boat in hopes that some sort of idea pops into your head. Joel reaches up, takes off his own pair of glasses, and hands them to you.

“Here, y’can borrow mine. Won’t need them in the water with Sarah anyway, just gonna lose ‘em if I wear them in the lake.” He gives you a shrug and a thoughtful smile, your fingers brushing his when you exchange the sunglasses. Your own smile that you give him flips his insides, a knowing look shared that says ‘I’d kiss you right now if I could’.

And he desperately wants to.

“Thanks, J—oel. Joel,” you catch yourself with the affectionate nickname, stuttering out the rest of his name and making him chuckle as he stands up.

“Anytime.” A flash of a wink nearly makes you stutter again, slipping the glasses on as Joel, Sarah, Tommy, and Chris all get in the water to cool off from the already blazing heat.

About a half hour later, Joel and Tommy rumble up the ladder back onto the boat, leaving Chris in charge of entertaining Sarah by spinning her in the inner tube that’s been inflated. The Millers measly dry off before Tommy wanders over to the cooler. Joel steps over to where you’re lying out on the bench, shaking his curls out over you with your eyes closed behind his sunglasses. The cool water drips over you, opening your eyes in a flash and sitting up.

“Rude,” you mumble as you wipe the drips of water and Joel sits next to you where your thighs once were. He chuckles and shrugs casually, leaning back against the side of the boat and propping his elbows up behind him. He’s sitting only a few inches away, and with your parents sitting and chatting at the other end, they don’t hear as he leans in and speaks low to you.

“Y’looked hot. I was only tryin’ to cool you down.” He winks and smirks smugly, dragging his eyes up and down your body when you stand and patter over to the cooler where Tommy’s retrieved a beer from.

“You want a drink, Joel?” you ask over your shoulder, nodding in confirmation when he says yes.

“Probably should get some water as well. You, too. Gotta stay hydrated in the heat.”

“Hm, guess so.” You grab a plastic bottle and turn around, lobbing it to him to catch. You pick up another for yourself, grabbing a can of beer for Joel and a popsicle for you. As you turn around with your pickings, you take the beer can in one hand, heading straight on for Joel and press it into your skin against your sternum, sighing a bit extra as the icy cold aluminum sits against your sun-warmed body.

Dragging it across, the condensation drips across your body, dropping the can down in between your breasts as you stand with your back to your parents. Another sigh breathed directly towards Joel, the slightest pitch change up at the end indetectable to Tommy across the boat but unignorable for Joel.

He clears his throat, taking the can from you gingerly as you hold it out for him, equally as smug of a smirk on your face. You take your seat next to him again, setting your water bottle to the side of you and unwrapping the popsicle as Joel cracks his beer and takes a sip.

“Lucky it’s still cold,” he grumbles under his breath, making you laugh quietly and a smile tug at the corner of his mouth.

Between your thumb and index, you grip the wooden stick of the red, white, and blue rocket pop, bringing it up to your lips and starting to lick it as you make conservation with Tommy, a thought popping into your head as ‘Fortunate Son’ by Creedence Clearwater Revival starts playing over the boat’s speakers.

“D’you get a lot of people thanking you for your service when they find out you were in the army, Tommy?”

“Eh, some really. Fellow veterans really don’t, and I don’t care to mention it that much to people. Most they notice is the sticker on my car in like the grocery store parking lots and they’ll say it quickly or give me a nod,” he shrugs and waves the question off, “Plus, you definitely don’t get people saying it to me on the Fourth. People gettin’ too drunk outta their minds in the name of their freedom.”

“Well, if no one else says it today, then thanks, Tommy. War is the stupidest thing man invented, but m’glad you made it home safe.”

Tommy holds up his can of beer and tips it toward you while you pop the icy, sugary treat out of your lips and hold it up with a laugh.

“Cheers,” he says with a smile.

Joel merely listened to you two the whole time, chatting back and forth while Tommy pounds his beer and tossed it into the recycling bag before jumping back into the lake. You’ve still got your popsicle, sliding it between your lips absentmindedly next to Joel, who keeps glancing to the side as you.

At the next, admittedly overdramatized, suck of popsicle between your lips, slurping the sugary juice before a drip slips out of the corner of your mouth. You wipe it up with your thumb, about to turn to Joel to ask if you’ve got food coloring on your face when he shifts next to you, one hand attempting to adjust himself before he grumbles a few curses and stands up. The water and beer are left ignored in cup holders, the small, subtle bulge in his trunks giving you a smirk that you bite back as he stomps over to the side of the boat and jumps in to cool off.

Throwing out the popsicle stick, you drink some of your water before meandering over to the side of the boat and climbing down the ladder and into the lake water. An instant chill is spread across your body, relaxing your muscles and washing off the slight sweat that built up under the blazing sun. Paddling over to the rest of the group in the water, you exchange a quick look with Joel before Sarah and Chris pull you into some sort of game. Twenty minutes go by before Sarah gets bored of the water, hungry and thirsty, and when Joel moves to help her out of the water and onto the boat, Tommy offers to get out with her to have another beer and some snacks himself. Chris gets out along with them, leaving you and Joel alone in the water.

He swims over to where you’re treading water, a soft, friendly smile on his face. “Hi, Mari.”

“Hey, J.”

A wider grin spreads across his lips, swimming away for a moment to fetch the inner tube that Sarah was using bringing it over and slipping it over your head. A laugh leaves your lips when you can’t see over it for a moment, pushing the tube down and climbing onto the side to lean on it. You float above Joel’s eyeline, his neck slightly tilted to look into your eyes hidden behind his sunglasses.

“You look nice today, darlin’,” he hums and treads water in front of you, reaching out a hand underwater and toying with the material of your swimsuit at your hip.

“Only nice?” you tease, leaning over the side of the inner tube a bit more, biting your bottom lip.

“Well, I could say more but probably don’t want my thoughts overheard,” he mirrors your smirk and snaps the elastic of the swimsuit against your skin, fingertips trailing down your thighs, “You do look more than nice though. You look beautiful. S’a pretty swimsuit and, uh, that dress thing—”

“My cover-up?”

“Yeah, yeah. I like your cover-up. It’s nice. A shame it covers up all this, but y’know you still look gorgeous either way.” He gives you a wink and squeezes one of your thighs.

“Thanks, J. You look pretty, too. But you always look pretty — got your curls and your tanned skin and broad shoulders and big brown eyes,” you giggle quietly as he rolls his eyes and shakes his head bashfully.

“You’re always pretty, too, Mari. You always look beautiful. La mujer más hermosa del mundo (The most beautiful woman in the world).”

It’s quiet for a moment as the two of you look at each other, silently admiring before you break first, your voice covered by all the commotion of the lake around you but audible to Joel right in front of you. “I wish I could kiss you right now.”

His shoulders sag underwater and his brow creases subtly, bottom lip pouting, “M’sorry.”

“It’s okay, J. Wasn’t a good time to tell them. Later, right?” You give a sad smile that he returns, squeezing his hands against your thighs with a short nod.

“Later.”

After floating around and chatting with Joel until you were turning pruney and nearly falling asleep in the water, he pushes the inner tube toward the boat and follows behind you to get back.

“Y’need to get some water and somethin’ to eat, sweetheart. Probably dehydrated at this rate cause you look like you’re about to pass out.” Joel pats the tube with his hand to silently ask you to get out to go up the ladder.

“M’just sleepy, the sun feels warm. Like a cat, jus’ wanna nap in the sunlight,” you mumble out, stretching your arms up and your legs toward Joel underwater, pointed toes hitting his thighs. He grabs you by the ankles, tugging a bit to move you closer before he nods to the blown-up floaty.

“Maybe so, but you still haven’t had any water for at least an hour and you haven’t had anything to eat besides the popsicle. Let’s go up, Mariposa.” His voice is decided — filled with care and not control. It compels you to follow what he says, slipping the tube over your head and wading over to the ladder. Joel follows you out, dripping on the boat and grabbing his towel as your brother tosses yours from the bench.

Drying off and wrapping your towel around you, drops of water trail off of you all the way to the seat where you plop down next to Tommy. Joel heads to the cooler, grabbing out water for both of you. He asks around if anyone else wants one, getting a few hollered answers as he throws them all around. When he returns to sit down again, he hands you yours along with a snack — one of the Tupperware filled with some chopped fruit. Sarah wanders over when you open it, standing in front of you to share. Joel throws the bottle of sunscreen over to you, asking to reapply for Sarah and reminding you to do it for yourself. 

“Alright, everybody, heads up. The plan right now is to move the boat and park up by a friend of ours’ house on the lake here. And there we’ll grill out and have some dinner and then come back onto the boat for fireworks before headin’ home,” your dad explains as he moves back into the driving seat, “Sound alright for y’all?”

Everyone’s in agreement, kicking it into gear as you let Sarah next to you to continue sharing the snack while your dad lifts the anchor. Holding onto her while you ride over, Joel takes in the sight of you two across from him, a steady flap of butterfly wings smack dab in the middle of his chest.

Su Mariposa y su mariposita. His butterfly and his little butterfly — his Bug. His girls.

He finds himself thanking the universe for leading him to someone as nurturing and patient and kind as you to love. A lonely road ending with you.

It’s a thought he continues to have throughout the rest of the evening, small moments that he sees of you with his daughter, his brother, your own family and friends. Effortless. You make it all seem so effortless and natural, but Joel knows how much energy a day like today will take from you; from your spirit. He can’t claim to know exactly what’s on your mind, but all he can do is fight the urge to blurt out a loud ‘thank you’ in the middle of the lawn.

Even through everything, you have a smile on your face for him and your loved ones. You’re strong, perseverant. Someone he looks up to, and hopes that you can be that type of role model for his daughter. Not perfect, not idolized. Real.

“She’s just completely enamored with Sarah, isn’t she?” your mom’s voice pulls Joel out of his thoughts, realizing his eyes were trained in you and Sarah as you help her make a plate for dinner from the large spread on the deck tables. Joel looks up to his left, a gentle and sheepish smile on his face as he nods slowly.

“She’s great with Sarah. Has been since that first summer. I think Sarah has way more fun with her and listens to her way more than she does me,” Joel chuckles softly and your mom laughs with a nod.

“That’s how it always is. The kids always loved their babysitters and looked up to them in a different sort of way. We were lucky to have the sitters we did to help raise the kids right, y’know?”

“I do know. Feel the same way since we moved in next door. The whole family’s been a real help—“

“But there’s just something about her, isn’t there?”

“Exactly. Can’t quite put my finger on it. But there’s something special there. Maybe she should consider it for a career, nannying I mean. Always seemed to be happy with Sarah during the summer.” Both sets of eyes are still on you across the way, focused on Sarah and guiding her through the muck of people to keep her from getting overwhelmed.

“I think there might be something just special there. In all of her babysitting and nannying years, can’t say she’s had as much fun as she did with Sarah.”

“Guess I should thank you for volunteering her that first summer. Probably the best recommendation I’ve gotten from a neighbor,” Joel laughs to himself, shaking his head subtly as he thinks of all the time you two have had together over the years.

“Thank me later, how about that? End of this summer, you can thank me for getting her to do what she was too chicken to do,” your mom laughs quietly, “Talking to the new neighbor and getting a job.”

“Uh, yeah, alright.” Your mom shares a smile with Joel before walking off to chat to some friends, leaving Joel to wonder what she meant by that exactly.

Back onto the boat after dinner with the larger party, your family and the Millers caravanned into the middle of the lake with a bunch of other boaters, dropping anchor in the cluster.

There is a platform in the middle of the lake, installed there with taut chains to the bottom where the same family lights off an impressive fireworks display every year. Helping your mom hand around the last bit of drink and some cookies for dessert, you finally are able to snag a spot by Sarah and Joel on the other side of her. Once you get settled, Sarah looks over at you with her sun-kissed face and big brown eyes just like her dad’s. Wordlessly, she scoots closer to you before deciding to simply climb onto your lap, you accepting her company with open arms.

“You comfy?” you wrap your arms around to hug her to your chest and keep her on your thighs, smiling as she nods with a quiet yawn. Her head leans back on your shoulder, one of your hands coming up to run your fingers through her curls.

Joel slides over a few inches, a hand’s width away from you, relaxing with you close by. The sight of Sarah so comfortable with you, and you her, brings back those butterfly wings stronger than before. What he would give to be able to put his arm around you and give you a kiss — to have his little unit of three together.

Damn, maybe he should have said something to your parents…

No, no. This was the smart choice. It’s the smart choice to keep it this way around them until things are certain. He’s all in for you, but there is still a small whispering of doubt that he feels every once in a while.

Are you going to resent him at any point? Will you want to leave again at the end of summer, to leave him behind and continue your life somewhere else? He knows you care about him, he knows how much you care about Sarah. But does he rely too much on you? Is it too much to sign up to be with him and also sign up to have a daughter along with it all?

Every time he thinks about telling your family, all he can imagine is the worst scenario. Disowning, no contact, moving. Joel’s insecurities fester in these imaginings, finding out how to make every new thought worse than the last.

It’s not fair to you, he knows that. But he needs time. Time to find the right words, to make the right promises.

A small, pathetic pop of a firecracker grabs everyone’s attention, the fizzle of the main display filling the air. Sarah sits up in your lap, eyes turned up along with yours as the fireworks start to go, drowning out whatever you’re saying to her as you point and smile widely. The reflection of the lights dissipates in your eyes each time, short explosions fading out to the night sky again.

Joel seems to be the only one with his gaze turned away from the opening in the clouds, a thought flashing into his head like one of the fireworks before he acts on it. Fingers brush your hip, catching on the open-knit and your head turns to face him, the same smile you had with Sarah still on your face. He leans in behind her head, his nose brushes against yours before he kisses you — soft and delicate and not nearly enough for what he needs in the moment but it satiates something for him.

You’re smiling against his lips, stealing one last quick peck before pulling back, the same wide grin from before spread across your cheeks as you whisper to him.

“Naughty.”

“Yeah, well, you’re to blame for it with the teasing all day. Better be coming over tonight after all of that,” Joel responds back, the noise drowned to everyone else on the boat by the repeated launches of large fireworks.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, J. I thought I was being peaceful and relaxed all day.”

At that you turn your head up again, listening to Sarah as she talks about the bursting lights and starts pointing at all of the cool moments again. Joel continues to watch you fall back into the moment with her, he content with being an observer — and for giving you a tiny token of all that he’s been feeling today.

But damn is he eager to get you alone.

It was a long while to get home and get everything unpacked from the car and into the garage, but you’ve finally managed to shower and change; behind you, you slowly pull the sliding glass door closed to your basement studio, wandering across your backyard and into Joel’s to his backdoor.

Knocking lightly, it isn’t long before the door opens, and Joel’s hands find your waist to tug you inside, tripping over your feet across the threshold.

“Hey, J—” Your words are cut off by his lips on yours, a heavy kiss enveloping your breath while your hands search across his arms and up to his chest. Returning his kiss gives more energy behind his movements, fingers digging into your hips and directing you backward until your lower back hits the edge of the kitchen counter. There’s a split second that he pulls away to help you up onto the surface, his large frame leaning in again to catch your lips with his.

Pressure at his chest from your palms keeps him a few inches away from your face, eyes meeting his as your breaths recover shallowly.

“What a greeting,” you laugh, voice hoarse as you keep your volume low.

“Missed bein’ able to kiss you, Mari. Holdin’ you. And you were such a fucking tease all day, darlin’,” he rasps out, brow creased as he holds your gaze.

“Was not.”

“Was too, Mari.” Joel slips his hands into the bend of your legs, spreading them apart to step between them. He pulls you further to the edge pressing his bulge into your thigh as he sighs, letting his breath fan over your face, “Feel what you do to me, pretty girl? Been wanting you all day. Need you so bad, Mariposa.”

Your own sigh matches his, eyes closing for a moment as he starts to grind against your clothed center, stuttering out a response, “Cou—Could’ve touched me today. Maybe we should’ve snuck off at the barbecue…”

Both of you chuckle, Joel’s much darker than yours, “Don’t tell me that now, baby. You’ve got no idea what I would’ve done to you if we had a second alone.”

“We’re alone now. Show me what you would’ve done.”

“Yeah? You wanna know?” His parted mouth trails warm breath against your skin, his nose ghosting against your cheek before he presses kisses into your jawline.

“Please, J,” you whine, mouth right against his ear as he leans over to kiss your neck. One hand tangles into the curls at the nape of his neck, damp from the shower that you can smell on him — the sandalwood musk scent of his body wash. A deep breath of the scent races your heart along with his wandering hands, him standing fully in front of you again.

“Gonna have to be quiet, baby. Have a full house tonight. Silent, got it?”

All you do is nod in response, holding his head as you close the gap between you two with fervor. Joel rumbles out a moan into your mouth, tugging you close and off the counter, his impatience reeling after the day.

Fumbling around with cheeky grabs and gropes over each other, you get turned to face the counter and Joel’s hands hook into your waistband — sleep short and panties — to tug them down just enough to drop them down your legs and let you step one foot out. He pulls himself free from his shorts and boxers, a handful of your ass in his palm as he quietly moans to himself. One swipe of his fingers through your folds tells him exactly how much you want him, devilish smirk crossing his face.

“Felt like this the whole day, pretty girl? Must’ve been so needy, Mari. Don’t worry, I’ve got you now. Déjame cuidarte, cariño. Déjame sentirte. (Let me take care of you, darling. Let me feel you.)”

“Please, please, J—“

“Shh. S’alright, sweet Mari. Think you can take me, want to take my cock like the good girl you are?” He questions you in a raspy whisper, taking himself in one hand and guiding the head of his cock through your wetness.

“Fuck…” you draw out quietly, nodding quickly as you look over your shoulder at him, “I can take it, please give it to me.”

“Pretty girl jus’ begging for me, yeah? Got to be quiet,” Joel reminds you before he lines himself up, slowly opening you up with his cock. The stretch is painful at first, whimpers echoing in your closed mouth while you grip the counter’s edge and bite the inside of your cheek.

With slow, shallow thrusts at first, Joel works you to relax around him, nodding to himself when he sees your shoulder relax and your head fall forward out of pleasure when he starts to pick up the pace behind you.

“That’s it, baby, such a good girl. Mi buena chica. Sabes cómo tomarlo, Mari. (My good girl. You know how to take it.)”

A moan slips from your lips and cuts through the relative silence, your head snapping over your shoulder to Joel. He shakes his head, sliding one hand up your side to hold around your mouth, covering up any more noises and giving him leverage to arch your back for him as he fucks you harder.

“Shit, pretty girl, not gonna last—Fuck, muy apretado y mojado. (Fuck, so tight and wet.)” You nod behind Joel’s hand, gripping his wrist when his free hand reaches for your clit, rubbing hurried circles that push you to the edge further, teetering there while his hips hit into you harder and brush your g-spot. Feeling yourself clench around his cock, you move your own hips to meet his thrusts, eyes rolling back as the top of him hits your g-spot square on.

“That’s right, my girl, can feel how close you are. Give it to me, baby, please—“ A vibrating moan interrupts his rambling thoughts when you come, walls gripping around him and fluttering inside. Your own noises are stifled by his palm, body limping in his hold while he rocks his hips as deep as possible and ropes of his come fill you up. “Such a good girl, goddamn…”

Breathless, he holds you up and presses you against the counter as he hunches over your body from behind. Using whatever energy is left in him, Joel peppers your neck and profile in lazy kisses, lingering around your ear.

“Love you, Mari.”

Once you’ve both recovered enough from the quick, hasty fuck, limbs regaining their abilities to move, Joel leads you up to bed and drags you under the covers. The two of you chat about the day and plans for the rest of summer while he lays his head on your chest, eyes closing while you run your fingers through his hair. Index twirls some of the rare ringlets, nails scratching his scalp soothingly.

In a few moments of you talking to him about bringing Sarah to the aquarium, his breaths have leveled out and his lips have parted, a large muscular build curled around you sleeping. It’s a few moments that you steal while continuing to play with his hair, admiring how young and boyish he looks. The perpetually creased brow of his has relaxed, his parted lips giving him the slightest of pouts.

Joel, your strong, independent, capable, protective, caring, loving man, is still a boy at times. When you feel young around him, you know you’ll think back to this moment — when you realized he’s just as much in the ‘figuring how all this shit works out’ stage. Permanently.

The last two or so years have been filled with moments that it seems that you took what Joel had to think or say as written in stone; his confidence and decisiveness was something you were envious of at times. But it also meant that all those times, even if he knew what he was doing, he was still a young boy, a teenager, a man, all the ones in between — figuring it out. Wondering if the choices were right. If it would all work out in the end.

That first summer, when you fell completely in love and let him know before you were leaving for nearly a year. It was genuine, of course, but it was naive. Thinking about long distance, a single father trying to make that work. It probably scared him at the time, and was too much to attempt to work with.

And the next summer, when he had his time to figure out what he was feeling. His confession of love that had your heart in your throat, terrified to admit anything close to the feeling before you were thousands of miles away. The feeling was there, it was always there. But you couldn’t bring yourself to say it back, to open up for the pain you felt the year prior.

His denial of you, yours of him — looking back, you can’t blame Joel for these hiccups, just like you can’t blame yourself. He was only trying to figure it out. It was all new to him, navigating a life with you in it was something he hadn’t had to do before, hadn’t imagined before.

You’re in the exact same state, each and every day. And it made you so afraid to be all in, the uncertainty of life blinding you to actually opening up.

Fingers have paused their movements in his hair, Joel stirring awake against your chest when your touch leaves him completely. His head is tilted to face you, masked in an expression that you can’t quite read. Comfortable, drowsy, affectionate. Half asleep, droopy eyes find your own, holding your gaze as he breaks the quiet and stillness of the bedroom with a gravelly voice.

“Was thinking about you in my sleep just now.”

“Oh yeah? What were you thinking about, baby?”

“How you’re my best friend.” The arm slung around your middle tightens as a goofy smile finds its way to his lips. “D’you know that, Mari?”

Looking at him, in that simple moment, a realization dawned on you as if it was the most obvious discovery.

He’s the only one you want to be figuring it out with.

“I love you, Joel.”

It comes out meeker than you wanted for this first-second time around, almost inaudible if it weren’t for the complete and utter quiet of the early morning hours.

A dreamy but wide grin stretches across his face, waking him up a bit more in the moment. He picks up his head from your chest, sitting up a few inches to look you properly in the eyes as he asks, “Yeah?”

“Mhm, I love you,” you can barely get it out without a happy giggle tagging on the end, barely squeaking the last syllable out before Joel’s skittering kisses all over your face, that same wide grin on his lips.

“Say it again, please, Mari.”

“I love you, J. I’m so in love with you.”

His attack on your face and neck continues, his own chuckles mixing with your giggles, his arm tightening around you and fingers tickling your sides.

“Am I still asleep? Am I dreaming right now?” he questions, pausing his peppered kisses to give you a tender one on your lips, that same goofy grin knocking your teeth together.

Before you respond, or he asks for you to say it again, Joel takes a pause to look into your eyes head on. Silence overcomes the room again, goofy grin morphing into a sweet, softened smile of his. Disbelief painted across his face as he took you in, shaking his head.

“Te amo, mi Mariposa. Siempre. I love you, Mari. Always.”

“I love you, Joel.”

Holding your eyes for a moment longer, there’s a shift in the air from the giddy confession. Joel inches down, connecting your lips in a ghosting kiss, your lips following his to feel more. After a beat, the kiss heats up, slow and sensual. His hands roam your sides, hiking up the material of your sleep shirt and pressing his palm against your exposed skin.

There’s no break in the embrace, only pushing further to feel each other closer and constant. The slight lack of oxygen, the breathlessness of it all, is making your head airy and dizzy, limbs tingling with electricity when you slip your fingers under the collar of his t-shirt. In the moment, you could drown in the feeling of Joel’s lips against yours.

The only breaths you get are when he separates from your lips to pull your shirt over your head and then follows it with his own, easily sipping your elastic waistbands down your legs again. You kick off the material from your ankles while he strips out of his own shorts and boxers, messy kisses shared while your hands skate over his bare skin. Fingertips work to memorize the dips and peaks, the trail of hair from his belly button down. Joel’s own hands explore your curves, relishing in the softness of your skin.

He pulls away from your mouth, breathless and blown pupils before he rasps out, “I love you so much, Mariposa. Got no clue who I’d be if I didn’t meet you…You’re it for me.”

Your voice is thick with emotion, one hand tangling your fingers with the hair at the back of his head, “I love you, J. It’s only you, s’always been you.”

Joel’s hand lifts one of your legs to bend next to his hip, lining himself at your entrance before he slowly thrusts in, savoring the feeling of you around him, body pressed against his skin in every place possible. Airy moans muffle into and against each other’s lips as he fills you up, the rhythm of his movements languid and steady. The pace is reeling your brain into a building of pleasure, whispers from Joel adding to the euphoric adoration between the two of you.

“My beautiful girl, so perfect. Love everything about you, sweet girl. M’so lucky to have you…Mine forever, right Mari baby? Mi hermosa, mi amor. I love you, fuck, I love you so much, Mari. Always got me feeling like m’floating around you, like I got a butterfly flapping it’s wings in my chest with how giddy you make me feel with just one look. Mi mariposa. My butterfly. Mine…”

The words are absorbing with each shallow breath you take, nodding along to his ramblings and feeling tears well against your waterline. Hands grip hard onto his shoulders, folding yourself around him tighter as you leave lingering kisses along his profile.

“Yours, J, yours always. I love you so fucking much—Oh my god, you’re everything to me, baby.”

“Never letting you go again. My girl, my fucking beautiful girl. Gonna make you mine forever, gonna make you my wife, mi esposa, one day, sweet, perfect girl. You’re made for me, Mari. Mi media naranja. (My other half.)”

His thrusts pick up only slightly, but enough to spill the tears waiting at the brink of your eyes, Joel’s mouth catching each one with featherlight kisses. Sitting right at the edge, your eyes lock with his, vision slightly blurred from the tears continuing to fall. Joel’s features fill the vignette, hooked nose, pillowy lips, soft brown eyes, olive skin sprinkled with crinkles around his eyes, subtle lines at his forehead. Nothing more beautiful to you than those parts making up the whole of him.

“Te amo, te amo, J. I love you, baby…”

His breath catches in his throat, smile spreading as his nose nudges against yours to speak against your lips.

“Te amo, mi Mariposa. Los amo a todos, cada poco. Eres todo lo que podría haber soñado y más (I love all of you, every bit. You're everything I could have ever dreamed of and more). I will spend every day earning your love and giving you all of mine.”

The words you understood have your frayed edges pulled taut, snapping one at a time as your brain floods with pleasure. Your walls flutter around his cock, your leg hooks into his ass to drive him further inside to fill you up. It is only a moment longer before he’s spilling into you, your name falling from his lips over and over as he searches for your lips in his state of ecstasy.

One last heavy kiss is shared before he slumps onto you, similar position to the start of all this; his head on your chest, strong form curled around you and his eyes closed. It last for a moment, your fingers playing with his hair, before he’s pushing himself up to hang over your torso, tender eyes studying your messy hair and blissed out face.

A smile crosses your lips, eyes sparkling even with the lights out in the room and the curtains only cracked apart to let moonlight stream in.

“Gonna make me your wife one day, huh?” you tease as you look up at him from your spot laying back on the mattress, crumpled sheet pulled over top of your naked body.

Joel rolls his eyes playfully, leaning over you and smiling, “As if you didn’t know that from the first time I spoke to you. Knew you were trouble from the start, just turned out to be the best kind of trouble.”

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[kira-broflovski]

Exposed || Kenny McCormick x Reader

note: characters are aged up

Another uneventful day in South Park. Minutes ago, your friend had called and asked you to come over again. You agreed, naturally. Why would you pass up the opportunity to hang out with Kenny?

The walk to his house didn't take long considering you only lived down the street from him, so you were already here. You knocked on the door and waited, before hearing various bangs from the other side. You would be concerned, but this was normal. Well, you are concerned... but you were used to this sort of thing and you knew what happened when you aren't around.

After a couple minutes, Kenny's mom opened the door and smiled at you. "Come in, Y/N. It's nice to see you again."

She couldn't deny the fact you were making Kenny and his siblings happier by being around, she even caught herself feeling relieved as they tended to argue less (if at all) when you were here.

"Nice to see you too, Mrs. McCormick." You smiled back at her.

"Please, you don't need to be formal with me." She waved her hand in dismissal of the formality, "you know you can call me Carol."

"I know—" you were enjoying the meaningless conversation, but you were interrupted by a voice from the hallway.

"Y/N's here!" Karen yelled joyfully and ran over to you.

"Hi, Karen." You smiled down at her.

"C'mon, Kenny was just talking about you!"

She began dragging you to his room at the end of the hallway, where he had music on full volume, so he didn't realise you had arrived yet.

Karen didn't bother knocking as she swung the door open, startling her older brother, and dragging you in behind her.

"Karen! Jesus..." he jumped slightly from where he laid on his bed.

"What?"

"Hey, Y/N." He momentarily ignored her as he greeted you. As he got up, he lowered the volume on the radio and walked over to you. "It's good to see you again."

Laughing at his endearment, you remarked, "you saw me yesterday Ken."

"What can I say?" He shrugged. "I just like hanging out with you."

"Yeah, he likes you a whole lot." Karen snickered from where she stood next to you, and you smiled down at her again. You didn't notice him glaring at his younger sister.

"Does he really?" You asked, deciding to play it cool.

"He has a name." Kenny muttered, "whatever."

"Yeah, he said how he likes it when you—"

"Anyways!" He covered her mouth with his hand, knowing she wasn't strong enough to force it off, so she just shouted. Even if her shouts were muffled.

Raising an eyebrow, you looked up at him and noticed his face had gotten considerably more red than before. You'd be lying if you said you didn't find it cute.

"How about we go get some fresh air, Y/N?" He suggested, changing the subject.

"Sure."

The two of you made your way to the front door when his mom called from the sofa, "take your sister with you!"

"But, mom—" he turned around to argue, only to see Karen swinging on her feet behind you.

"Bring her or you're grounded, Kenny!"

Kenny felt guilty for wanting to leave Karen at home, considering how horrible their home life, but he also didn't want his chance with you to be ruined. On the other hand, if he got grounded it meant he couldn't see you at all for a while.

"C'mon, we can go to the park." He grumbled.

"Yay!" She grabbed her coat and dashed out the door.

"Sorry, Y/N."

"Sorry?" You echoed, making him look over at you while you walked side-by-side. "I love having her around." A soft smile on your face.

Adoration was all Kenny could feel in this moment. The way you cared for his younger sister as if she was one of your own. How could he not fall in love with you?

"He loves having you around too, Y/N!" Karen shouted back from in front of you. "He always tells me about how much he misses you after you leave."

"Oh my god."

"I'd sure hope so," you laughed in response. What was that supposed to mean?

"Do you ever keep to yourself?" He asked, the question clearly directed at Karen.

"It's not my fault you won't make a move on the girl you say you lo-"

"Karen!"

"What!?"

Getting caught in the middle of an argument between the McCormicks was one thing, having the argument partially involve you was another.

Karen was trying so hard to wing-woman for her older brother that was too awkward to just make a move on you already. So she decided to take it into her own hands.

"Kenny's in love with you, Y/N. Do what you want with that information, I'm going home." That was the last thing she said, before turning around in the direction of their run-down house and walking away.

"Karen. Karen! For fuck sake." He considered running after her, or even going home as well, but thought against it when he noticed you stood still in the corner of his eye.

Refusing to look at you, he kicked a nearby stone and internally panicked. Why weren't you saying anything? But what could you possibly say in this situation? How have you just stood there the whole time?

You were stood in shock.

"Uh," you took a deep breath and prepared for the heavy conversation you were about to have. "Were all those things your sister said true?"

"Possibly." He turned his body to face you, but his eyes could have burned holes into the pavement with the way he was staring intensely, still refusing to look at you.

"Just give me a straight answer." You groaned and his head snapped up to look at you. Why were you so persistent.

"Karen doesn't like lying because it gets her in trouble. Does that help?"

You didn't know what to do. He was avoiding the answer, but his response and body language all screamed the fact she was telling the truth.

"Kenny."

The way you said his name was enough to make his heart skip a beat, as if it wasn't already drumming intensely in his chest.

"Look at me." It was a command, but you said it so gently that he complied.

Terrified eyes met yours. Both of you were too afraid to now break that eye contact, in fear of what could possibly happen next.

"Y/N..." he began, but he was unable to find words. What was there to say?

"Kenny, you do like me, don't you?" You asked softly, slowly stepping closer to him.

He wanted to stay silent, he's never felt so embarrassed in his life, but he couldn't stop his emotions pouring out of his heart. "Yeah, and I have for what feels like forever."

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "I feel like I've been exposed. I hope this doesn't change anything between us, I mean I can't imagine how awkward you feel as well, Y/N, so I'm sorry—"

"Kenny."

"I understand if—" he kept going, not hearing the utterance of his name.

"Kenny!" You raised your voice, making him jump a little.

"Huh?"

"Shut up for a second," you laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"I like you too, dumbass."

[uluvjay]

You are in love- L. fantilli

Gif by frostbees

Summery: you and Luca find your way to each others hearts

Luca Fantilli x Hughes!reader

Warnings?: kissing

Got the inspo for this listening to “You are in love” by T swift so a little inspired by that!

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You and Luca met when Luke had introduced you two at the beginning of the season, you had heard a little about him from Mackie and Duker but still had yet to meet the boy and his brother. “Hi I’m Luca” he said and you couldn’t help but just look at him for a moment, the floppy brown hair and big smile was doing something to you and you felt yourself blushing for absolute no reason. “I’m Y/n Luke’s twin sister” you said shaking the hand he had held out.

You got introduced to Adam as well but they were soon being pulled away by the rest of the boys into the living room of the sophomore house to watch a football game. “What was that?” Your twin asked, “what was what?” You replied a little confused. “Your blushing, Is there something I don’t know about” and here came the overprotective brother, “What? No Luke I just met him” you said feeling a little embarrassed that he caught your blush. He stared at you a little longer before pulling you into him and pulling you into the living room with everyone.

—

Over the next few months you and Luca got to know one another pretty good, and by December half of your friends were convinced you two were secretly dating. He was currently laying on your bed while you packed your bag to go home for the holidays, with Luke and Adam being away at worlds you two were together all the time.

“Do you really have to go home?” He asked with a pout and puppy dog eyes. “Yes Lu” you said with a laugh, “Lukes already not going to be home and Quinn isn’t sure if he’s gonna be able to come home because of the weather in Vancouver, I think my mom might have a heart attack if me or Jack don’t come home” you said. “Why aren’t you going back home again?” You asked. “It’s just a lot and mom said weather has been horrible she doesn’t even know if planes have been taking off” he said.

You felt bad for Luca, him and Adam never really being far apart from each other especially during the holidays you knew this was hard for him.

For you however this wasn’t your first time at the rodeo, pretty used to your siblings not being home for holidays and being far apart. “You could always come home with me if you’d like” you said, your mom had invited him as soon as she found out he wasn’t going home.

“I already told you I appreciate your mom offering but I don’t want to impose on your guys Christmas” he said. You put the hoodie in your hands down and put them on your hips, “Don’t give me the mom look, I’m not coming home with you that’s your family time Y/n” he said.

“Cmon Luca, please? You won’t be imposing and I’m pretty sure my mom got you gifts already” you told him. “Y/n! I told you to tell her not to do that” he replied. “She wants you there to…do you want me to beg? Because I will” you told him, “y/n no-“ he said getting cut of by a laugh as you got on your knees and started begging in a British accent. “Okay, okay I’ll come home with you” he said between laughs, “Yay! My moms gonna be so excited” you said jumping up and attacking him in a hug.

—

Christmas went great, Quinn made it in, Jack had already been home for a few days before you got there, and you were correct your mom had gotten Luca a large amount of gifts that made him blush and tell her he didn’t deserve any of them. Your brothers had interrogated him the second they seen him come in with you, they knew who he was of course they tried to pay as much attention to Michigan hockey as they could. But didn’t change the fact that they wanted to know why he was coming home with their baby sister.

Your mom and dad loved him but they also wanted to know what the deal with the two of you was. You knew you had feelings for Luca but you didn’t know if he felt the same, you guys were together all the time, sat next to each other everywhere, knew each others orders at, he always had a hand lingering on your lower back, and he had recently got you to start wearing his jersey to games.

Today was New Year’s Eve meaning your parents were going to host their annual party and you had one thing in mind, going into the new year with a boyfriend. Tonight you were telling Luca how you felt and there was nothing that could stop you.

You hadn’t seen each other for most of the day as your brothers had him on the frozen pond all day while you helped your mom cook. But as the evening rolled around you finally caught him coming out of the guest room in a nice shirt and jeans while you were coming out of your room in a black dress you ordered weeks ago. “Well who do we have here” you said scaring him slightly as he was looking down at his phone.

“Y/n!- oh you-you look incredible, beautiful actually. Is that the dress you showed me? It looks really, really good” he said blushing and not taking his eyes off you. “Thanks Lu, you don’t look to bad yourself” you said smiling at him as the two of you finally made eye contact. You stayed like that for a moment until Jack came out of his room ruining the moment, “The hell are you two weirdos just standing here in silence for?” He said walking down the stairs.

“Uh we should probably head down” you said, “yeah right, let’s go” he said extending his arm out to you so you could hook your arm through it. As the night went on you didn’t see a whole lot of each other, you being pulled in every direction by family members and your parents friends wanting to know how you were but as you finally got a moment to breathe you noticed the time 11:50. Shit you only had ten minutes till midnight and to find Luca and tell him how you felt.

Lucky for you he was right in the couch in the living room, you leaned down over the back of the couch and asked him to come with you for a moment, he quickly did with no hesitation. You lead grabbed your coats off the rack by the door and lead him on the front porch with you. “Everything okay?” He asked worried that you pulled him outside in the middle of family event. “I’m gonna tell you something, and it’s okay if you don’t agree with me but I have to tell you” you said playing with your fingers.

“Y/n your scaring me a little, is everything okay?” He said slightly grabbing your chin and making you look at him. “Everythings fine I-I’m..I have something to tell you”

“Okay..”he said, he was hoping you were about to tell him what he really wanted to hear. “Luca..I’m in love with you, have been for a little while now. Your the sweetest person I’ve ever met, you’ve been treating me so good these past few months and your not even mine. You walk me to classes if you can, text me goodnight and good morning , my family absolutely loves you, and I’ve never felt this way before” you finally let out.

Luca didn’t know what to say, he had so many emotions running through his head right now. He’d been in love with you from the moment he shook your hand in your brothers kitchen and you felt the same. “It’s okay if you-’’ you started but he cut you off by pulling you into a kiss. As soon as your lips hit you heard “Happy new year” come from in the house and the sound of who you assume was a drunk Jack banging pots together. “Happy new year baby” he said you pulled away, “Happy new year Lu” you replied pulling him in for another kiss.

The next morning you woke up in your boys arms and a text from your mom that held a video, as you opened it you seen it was the ring doorbell recording of Luca pulling you in for a kiss and it had captured your little moment for all of time. You smiled even harder at her message

I’ve spent your whole life hoping you found someone to love you right, and from the looks of it you two angels are in love🤍

—

Sorry for any errors, I hope you enjoyed!

[moonfang256]

New Newsletter, yay!

Look at that, all white and snowy! Let's react to it! ❤️

♡ Daww, Miss Tory having some good time in the snow.

❤️ <( Sans, no need to be "cold" to your lil brother. You left him "frostrating" right there.

♡ Ohh it’s monster kid and… YES, IT’S FRISKY BITS!!! ❤️ I missed you so much! Wait…

Or could it be little Kristopher...? 👀

♡ It seems like something is going to happen to Berdly after the Snowgrave route, right? Is he gonna defrost himself or somebody is going to help him? There’s also a possibility he may become a goner just like the rest…

♡ Is there gonna be some kind of party or sleepover in Noelle’s house at Sunday night? Hmm...

♡ Ohh, are the weather guys a recruitment at the level of tasque manager?

♡ Look at him, he’s got ready for his date (not for much tough, Bratty is going to destroy him).

♡ I wish I had the money to buy this and some of the plushies, but… I'm a middle poor person and my money always goes to help my mom with the debts, food or other stuff.

Maybe in the future I can learn how to knit it.

❤️ <( Ahh, I’m sorry for you old friend and what he did to you. Here, let me hug you old kitty and bring some tea for both. I also saw too deep in the dark plushie, but even so, I try to keep some light, mind and hope despite this. Maybe my actions will be of no use in the end, but at least I want to make the best of it by helping everyone I can and make them happy.

Just like a soft kiss in the head before sleep...

♡ DECEMBER!!!

♡ Noelle… I want to find her sister, but I can't promise anything. I'm not even sure if we'll find her safe or just what's left from her… The least I could do is let her know if I find something about her later, when she finds out the truth about us.

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And that's all that came to mind when I saw all this. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. 🥰

[bingbongsupremacy]

Pen Pal

Pairing: Ellie Williams x reader

Warnings: Slight mentions of homophobia

Summary: You've been Pen Pals with Ellie since you were in 5th grade. Will you finally get to meet her in person?

*Not Proof Read* TLOU Masterlist

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

*****

November 3, 2028 (10 yrs old)

Dear Y/N,

My name is Ellie. I'm a fifth grader in Miss James' class in Wyoming. I like Savage Starlight and cookies. My best friends' name is Riley.

Do you have a best friend? Do you like Savage Starlight?

Sincerely Ellie Williams

November 10, 2028 (10 yrs old)

Dear Ellie,

Hi! It's nice to meet you! I love Savage Starlight! My brother hates them though. He never takes me to buy them at the book store :(

My bestfriends' name is Julie! Cookies are cool! I like ice cream. I have a dog. Do you have a dog? Do you like frogs? I like the color pink. Do you like pink?

Sincerely Y/N L/N

June 20, 2030 (12 yrs old)

Dear Y/N,

How's your dog? Joel's teaching me how to play the guitar! I learned how to play a song yesterday! I'm so happy.

Riley and I are planning on going to the fair tomorrow. I wish you could come. I bet you'd love Riley! Maybe some day you could meet her.

I finished the new addition of Savage Starlight yesterday and I'm so fucking sad. Did you finish it? I won't spoil. Let me know if you did so we can talk about it!

Sincerely Ellie!

June 28, 2030 (12 years old)

Dear Ellie,

I have bad news. Pepper died.

She died last night. Mom said she got really old and died in her sleep. Pepper was a good dog. I'm going to miss her.

I'm really sad. I wish she was still her.

I haven't finished Savage Starlight yet. I'm waiting until I feel happy. Maybe in a few days.

Sincerely Y/N

August 3, 2032 (14 years old)

Y/N,

Riley's moving away. She came over and told me today. I'm really sad about it. She's been my friend ever since kindergarten.

She's moving to Boston.

I found an a cute ice cream shop yesterday and thought of you. Maybe some day you can see it. We could get ice cream there and then look at the comic book store.

I can't believe Savage Starlight is fucking ending. I've been reading it since fourth grade. I don't want it to end. How do you feel about it ending?

Love, Els

August 9, 2032 (14 years old)

Els,

I'm so sorry about Riley. That sucks. I hope you guys can still talk.

I'd love to go to the ice cream shop and comic book store with you one day. My brother went off to college today. He's studying to be a doctor. Cool right?

I don't want Savage Starlight end either. I wish it could go on forever. Fucking sucks.

I think you're my best friend.

Love, Y/N

September 12, 2032 (16 yrs old)

Y/N,

I won first place in the art show! I'm so fucking happy. Joel took me out for ice cream with Sarah yesterday. We had so much fun.

Do you think we should start using email? Or texting? Joel got me phone yesterday! I'm so excited! Here's my number if you want to text xxx-xxx-xxxx and my email: elwilliams@email.com

I've started working out at a local gym. I love it. I'm going every day. I think I might do something with space when I'm older. I really like space.

Also, I'm gay.

Love, Els

September 18, 2032 (16 yrs old)

Receiver: elwilliams@email.com

Subject: Hi

Els, this is my email! I'll send you a text right after this. I'm so happy for you! First phone yay!! Also congrats on the art show!

The gym is fun! And space is so cool! I'm not sure what I'll do yet when I'm older. I'm still deciding. I'm glad you know what you want to do though.

Also, cool! I'm glad you feel comfortable telling me! I love you, Els. <3

My brother's being a fucking asshole. He refuses to come to my birthday party because his girlfriend's parents want to have dinner the same day.

I wish you could come. Maybe some day.

Love, Y/N

May 2, 2034 (18 yrs old)

Receiver: elwilliams@email.com

Subject: So

I think I might not be straight. I'm not sure. I've only told you. I can't tell my parents. I don't know how they'd react. I know my brother would hate me. He's a fucking dick now. I don't know why he's the way he is.

My parents have started fighting a lot. Money problems I think. I think my dad might have cheated on my mom too.

I'm excited to go to college next year. I'm glad we got into the same school! We'll finally be able to meet. I've been wanting to meet you for years. Maybe I can finally get away from all the shit that's been going on lately.

I don't know why this all happened so fucking fast.

I hope you're well.

Lots of Love, Y/N

May 2, 2034 (18 yrs old)

Receiver: y/ncup@email.com

Subject: So

Hey, so I know how you're feeling. It'll take some time to figure out, but you'll get there. No matter what, I'll love you.

You're family sounds like a bunch of dicks. I'm sorry you have to go through that.

I've been talking with Joel and he said I could do this.

Do you want to come stay with me and my family over the summer? Maybe get a break from your family? We could idk finally fucking meet?

Let me know if you want to come to Wyoming. You could meet my friends. Then we could drive up to school together. It's not too far from my house. Maybe day or two away.

Also, I got a girlfriend. her name is Cat. She gave me this cool ass tattoo. I'll send a pic.

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Love, Els

My eyes scan over the email again, making sure I didn't imagine what I just read. Ellie just invited me to Wyoming for the summer! There's no fucking way I'm missing this opportunity.

I'm finally going to get to meet her!

My eyes land on the last line. I got a girlfriend.

Fuck.

[lotusarchon]

Since we are at the last day of the year, I'm gonna be real with you guys

I should not be here, like. At fucking all.

Not even kidding. The fact I survived 2024, and actually lived to see my 18th birthday is quite literally the most out of world experience I've ever gone through. And I've done dumbass shit

I remember being like what, 10? Think I was 10 (was at the time when my mom took my brother and left again so it was just me and my older sister, except she had her friends so it was just me existing) and making the decision that this world is absolute dogshit and I am NOT living to be an adult. I didn't care what the fuck happened, I just needed to die either immediately or until my 18th birthday arrived, if only because I was also curious about how alcohol tasted.

Still have the list on how I wanted to die. Most of them were crossed out though, if only because cutting is painful, suffocating is scary and drowning was too boring. I did try dying in my sleep though, but i guess only lucky people got that one...

Jesus. The morning after my 18th birthday I was so lost. Because I didn't die?? On that day?? And somehow I had to live with everything else right after? Even though I have nothing planned with my life??

And I'm such a loser that the other attempts I've tried failed so much I just fucking gave up. Last one landed me in the hospital too (I hate hospitals). It was so pathetic and stupid I just gave up. I gave up trying to kill myself cause clearly I suck at that too.

Damn. I cannot process I've survived 2024. Willingly, somehow. Euthanasia exists, I should try that when I can...

Welp. I'm stuck here now until fate decides when I die. I guess I suck so much balls whatever deities exist immediately decided I'm not allowed to die when I want too. So fun...

....

i fucked up 2024 badly.

I'm alive now so ummm let's hope 2025 won't be the same. Yay.

I'm happy I'm alive though. I'm happy it didn't work out. I'm really glad that...things failed. Because I do have people to care. And its nice.

For what it's worth, even though 2024 was one of my worst years, it introduced me to amazing people who have become the highlights of my life.

And I wouldn't trade it for the world.

As much as it hurts...I wouldn't mind doing it again. Maybe I could change some things, especially my actions, but definitely not the people I've met.

I know I'll probably start to think I'm a horrible person again but right now, I'm super psyched to meet 2025 with people I care about. Pome, Hongtao, Eevee, Laurie, Oliver...god I'm so happy to have met you guys, my followers and the people that like my content. All of you. I'm happy to have met you guys and I'm happy to be here and I'm happy you guys like it too!

....

I hate being sentimental so ummmmmmmmm GAAAAAAAAAY BLOWS UP

(Pome if you see this you are incredibly gay)

[stargazing-imagines]

Jealous for you — Steven Conklin x fem!reader

Warnings: kissing *making out* teeny bit but not much, kids being annoying

Fandom: the summer I turned pretty

Requested: yes

A/n — this one is long so embrace yourselves! And also sorry the gif is bad, I had to make it because there’s a lack of Steven gifs 😂

Your brothers are 10 and 6 in this one!

“Mom are we there yet?” Asked one of your younger brothers Zane as he looked out the window, you were seated in the front seat while SpongeBob was playing on one of the boys iPads.

“Mom can you tell Xavier to stop watching SpongeBob?” You asked “it’s annoying…”

“Honey if he wants to watch it he can, now what are you guys plan this summer?” Asked your mom

“I want to go to that ice cream shoppe, Jeremiah said he will take me.” Said Zane

“What about you Y/n?” Asked your mother “are you going to finally get the courage to ask Steven out?”

“Mom…”

“Steven and Y/n sitting in a tree, kissin-“

“If you finish that sentence I’m going to hurt you.” You said as you looked at Zane straight in the eye

“Mom! She tried to threaten me!” Said Zane as he pointed a finger at you

“Kids! Settle down!” Said your mom as she looked at you then your little brother in the back seat “please calm yourselves before we get to Susannah’s beach house.”

“She started it-“

“I don’t care who started it just don’t ok.” Said your mother “I have a lot going on and I really need you kids to be calm this summer.”

After finding out that your dad has been cheating on your mom as well as forcing a divorce on her, things have been hard. But with the help from Susannah and laurel, things were looking up… sorta

“Mom, dads an idiot for leaving you for his secretary.” You said “you have us.”

Your mother gave you a smile before saying

“Thanks y/n.” Said your mother before she pulled into the drive way of the cousins house as she parked her car

“Jeremiah!” Shouted Zane as he quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, jumping out of the car

“Zane Albert L/n! What did I say about getting out of the car with the engine running!”

“Just… let him be mom.” You said before getting out of the car as well, your mom slung her head back before throwing her hands up in the air

“Does any of my kids listen to me!” Said your mom as she turned off the car, before turning to Xavier “please promise mommy that you will be my good boy.”

“Jeremiah!” Shouted Xavier as he threw his arms in the air as he unbuckled his car seat and walked out

“Cami, there just kids.” Said Susannah as she was hugging both of the little boys “why don’t you go up to your rooms and Watch SpongeBob.”

“Yay!”

“Please no running!” Shouted your mother “ugh what’s the point, how are you doing? Where’s laurel?”

“I’m great, I should ask you after what happened with your husband.”

“Ex-husband.” Said your mother “we got a lot to talk about but first, where’s laurel? I thought she would be here.”

“Her and the kids are on there way.” Said Susannah “why don’t we let the older kids catch up and we go inside and watch the younger kids.”

“Sounds like a great plan.”

The two of the then walked in the house, leaving you with Jeremiah

“So… how has the school life been treating you?” Asked Jeremiah “I heard that you got first place at national championships.”

“Yeah, it was fun, we went to Florida and everything.” You said

“Have you talked to belly yet?” Asked Jeremiah “I know for a fact that she is excited to hang out with you.”

“Yeah we talked all year.” You said

“Are you finally going to have to guts to ask out Steven this summer?” Asked Jeremiah as he smiled, you nudged him in the arm before rolling your eyes

“I don’t know, what if he doesn’t like me?” You asked “it would be horrible.”

“Don’t worry y/n/n.” Said Jeremiah as he placed his hands on both of your shoulders “he will ask you out.”

After he said that, a car rumbled into the driveway, you smiled as you saw belly exit the car

“Y/n!” Said belly as she ran over to you, engulfing you in a giant hug

“Belly!” You said as you returned the hug “we have so much to talk about!” You said

“I know right, a lot has happened this year.”

“I can tell, you look gorgeous by the way, and I’m living for this new look of yours.”

“Hey y/n.” Said Steven as he came up to you, giving you a side hug

“Hey… Steven.”

“Joining us for the big bonfire tonight?” Asked Steven, the Jeremiah piped in

“Yeah, you should totally join us.”

“I’m flattered but I think I rather stay in tonight and hang out with belly,” you said as you slung your arm around her shoulder “besides, we’ll probably be on babysitting duty.”

“Again? I’m getting tired of hearing the SpongeBob theme song.” Said belly

“You and me both sister.”

——

It has been a couple of weeks, 3 weeks to be exact, and you received news that Steven has been hanging out with Shayla, Susannah thought it would be a great idea to sign both you and belly up for the debutante ball, and after overhearing the girls talking about Steven and Shayla, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Asked Nicole as she walked up to you, giving you a arm rub with her hand

“Nothing, tell Paige that I’m feeling under the weather and I’ll unfortunately have to miss practice.”

“Sure, get plenty of rest.” Said Nicole as she gave you a reassuring smile, which you returned back with.

——

You walked down the hall of the country club with your hat in your hand, Jeremiah suddenly walks up to you.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as he noticed your glum look

“Tell me the truth, and don’t sugar coat it,” you said, you sighed before talking “is Steven hanging out with Shayla?”

“Yes y/n… he is, I think he’s also taking her to the deb ball…” said Jeremiah “I’m sorry.”

You scoffed, looking to the side

“No wonder he’s been calling off our plans and being rude to me.” You said looking down at your hands that was shaking “to hang out with someone who was prettier then me.”

“Y/n, don’t say that, you are ten times prettier then Shayla is, but if he can’t see you for who you are then he doesn’t deserve you.” Said Jeremiah

“Thanks jere but I think I just need to be home with my family away from this.. deb mess.”

——

You we’re currently at the beach house watching tv with your brothers who we’re currently watching ten hours of random stuff that they can find.

“Look y/n… it’s a potato chip spinning to funky town from shrek.” Your brother said as he laughed, slapping his knee with his hand mockingly

You looked at him before smiling

“I see that Xavier.”

Your brother turned his attention back to the tv before laughing some more at a potato chip, your thoughts were interrupted when you heard Jeremiah and Steven walking in along with belly.

“Woah Is that a spinning potato chip?” Asked Steven as he sat next to your younger brother

“Yep, cool isn’t it.”

“Very cool.” Said Steven as he laid back on the couch, “hey jere since your near the kitchen can you get me a a bag of Doritos?”

“Me to!” Said Xavier as he raised his hand

“On it.”

You couldn’t believe it, the first time since Steven has ignored you in forever, you got up from the couch walking up the stairs

“You guys are so weird.” Said belly as she walked up the stairs

“Girls are weird as well.” Said Xavier

“I’m out, this is starting to get annoying.” Said Zane as he walked into the kitchen, when he did he met Jeremiah halfway who gave him a head rub, messing up his gelled styled hair

“Easy on the hair dude. I have a date with Jess tonight?” Said Zane as he smoothed out his hair

“Who’s Jess?” Asked Jeremiah

“A girl he met at the country club pool.” Said your mother as she was getting the groceries in, with laurel and Susannah following behind her

“Kids can you turn that off? It’s starting to freak me out.” Said laurel

“I think it’s fun.” Said Susannah as she nudged laurel on the shoulder

“I feel like my boys are so immature.” Said cami as she eyed her son “for a second he had this weird obsession with D-day on Minecraft.”

“I know, I still remember him showing me the graves that he made for his family.” Said laurel

“I thought it was cute.” Said Susannah

——

You sat on your bed in your room thinking, which was interrupted by Jeremiah coming into the room

“I think I finally figured out a way to get back to Steven.”

You perked up

“What?” You asked

“Do you have an escort to the debutante ball?” Asked Jeremiah

“No… I was going to ask Jackson from back home but I figured he probably wouldn’t want to do it so… no I don’t have a escort.” You said “why?”

“How would you like for me to escort you to deb ball?” Asked Jeremiah, you were confused for a moment

“Wait… I thought you were going with Belly?”

“I can get Conrad to take her, it’s no big deal.”

“Sure I would love to.”

——

It was the night of the deb ball and you were all dressed in white, with your hair in a half up half down hairdo. You looked at yourself in the mirror then at Shayla, who looked gorgeous then you did.”

“You look great.” Said belly as she came up behind you “don’t worry about her, my brother is a a-hole for not seeing the girl you really are.”

You chuckled before looking at Belly

——

“Mom I want juice!” Whined your brother as he was seated next to your mom

“Honey. I’ll get you juice in a minute.”

“But I want it now.”

“Don’t worry I’ll get it for him.” Said Susannah as she got up

——

“I can’t believe you came here with Jeremiah.” Said Steven as he pulled you the side to talk

“Well… you were to busy with Shayla so I asked him.”

“If you had told me then I would have taken you.” Said Steven “look I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Well you did.” You said as you walked away but were soon pulled back in by Steven

“Look, I’ll break up with her.” Said Steven “the we can be together.”

“Look I-“

“No.” Said Steven “I want to.”

“Alright, you win.” You said

With that you two kissed not having a care of who was watching you two because you didn’t care at all and neither did he.

——

The summer I turned pretty masterlist

[puffyducks]

DCRC Week #22

Guys I'm gonna be so fr I couldn't even think of anything to put at the beginning of this post. We're reading PKNA #18: Ancient Future that's all I got 😭 it's my last 2 weeks of the semester give me a break

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH THEY'RE ON A DATE OOOOOOOOOOO

What a nice night surely nothing could go wro-

nvm I forgot that this Duckburg is a crime-ridden hellscape worse than St. Canard

snoozer abuse </3

Ok so for the record, I'm fully convinced that whoever was responsible for this comic just played a game of DnD and was like "holy shit... I could put this in a duck comic" and that's why this chapter exists. And like I don't know a lot about the behind the scenes of this chapter but I haven't seen anything to prove me wrong sooo

Huge shoutout to the subplot here of Uno just fucking around with these robber guys, I love him

GUYS WOAHH NO WAY NEW ORB CHARACTER JUST DROPPED!!

Oh wait nevermind it's just like a crystal ball thing it's not alive

Bro is loredumping and PK doesn't give a fuuuuck he might be me

*squints* is that Odin's mansion

Lyla Lay the most beautiful and stunning woman in the whole wide world and then PK who is just like some little gremlin man

Ok so (spoiler for the ending of this comic I guess) I know this isn't actually the real Lyla but GOD please tell me it's still canon to her design that she has a big fucking rocket in her chest cause like COME ON. IT'S SO COOL. I love when Lyla does freaky robot shit and she should do it more often. She should just straight up vaporize people actually, I'd support her.

STOP SHUTTING HER DOWN DONALD YOU'RE RUINING IT

THE X-TRANSFORMER GOT THAT DAWG IN IT, WOOF

haha uh oh!! that sounds bad

Oh brother not THIS guy again (((person who actually really likes the Raider hey bud what's up how's the kid))

He misses his wife

Crying PK is third wheeling so bad

No Lyla always looks like that idk what you're talking about

FRIEND?!?!?! NO WAYYYY YOU GUYSSS WE'RE FIXING HIM. EVEN IF THIS ISN'T THE SAME RAIDER PROBABLY

Uno scolding Donald like a mom who's mad that her son stayed out late. "You should've left me a NOTE before you got vaporized to another dimension young man!!!"

"ok now tell me everything :333"

Don't worry guys we're not done yet cause it's time for BURTON LA VALLE.... yay....

ok but like who gaf about burton la valle BOOO BOOOOO BRING BACK TRIP!!! at least the art is nice

Mf used the word BOMBASTIC 💀

AAAAAAH THIS IS A DONALD DUCK COMIC YOU CAN'T SAY ASS!!!

Oh so they're from Earth

WHO KEEPS PUTTING THE R SLUR IN THESE COMICS 😭😭😭

Ok NOW I'm done. The only thing I really have to say about the main comic is that I really wanna know where the actual Lyla was during all this, cause presumably the evil droid thing was there from the very beginning all the way at the restaurant. And also I'm a little sad that Donald and Lyla didn't actually get to eat dinner together cause that would've been cute... platonic or romantic is up to you idc either way.

I will also add that this comic piques my interest just a little more on reread, specifically in regards to The Organization and some of their later developments that I'm not allowed to spoil. But like there's food for thought here that might come back later.

I miss Trip.

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

2024 Fic Roundup

Thank you for the tag, @carlos-in-glasses @nancys-braids @henrygrass

It's late, but I wanted to get to this because I did the math and I wrote 364, 497 words on my Ao3 this year, give or take (keep in mind, approximately 198,395 of those words were for just one ongoing fic).

And not to get too personal on main, but there are almost no things I like about myself... but I love to write, and I love what I write. I just think it's neat, and I want to share it.

Growing Up, Strand Style - (M; 329K words and counting) A canon-compliant au; an in-depth look at TK's childhood with the caveat of he isn't an only child. Contains two timelines; one starts when he is five years old and his little sister is born and is currently progressed to where he's eighteen and his sister Sophie is thirteen. The other timeline starts in season two when Sophie arrives in Texas to join her family and develops feelings for someone her brother works with. Here's a morsel -

TK hovered in his sister’s doorway. “Hey Soph, got a sec?”

“Sure, what’s up?” Sophie turned around in the chair at her desk. “And I don’t have your iPod”. She added quickly.

“Yes you do,” TK said, pointing to her desk. “I can see it right there”. His sister looked back at her desk and hastily threw a stray headband over it. “But that’s not it”. TK added as he closed the door most of the way. “I, um… I’m kind of here to ask you for a favor”.

“Really?” Sophie said, looking interested. “What is it?”

Boy, was that a loaded question. TK wasn’t sure where to start. “So, here’s the thing,” he began. “Dad called me just now to cancel on us going over there Friday cause of work”. When his sister didn’t interrupt, he continued. “But… Mom doesn’t know that. She still thinks he’ll be there Friday. And I’m kind of planning to still go over Friday when he’s not there”.

“Why?” Sophie asked, confused. “That seems dumb”.

“So, that’s where the favor part comes in”. TK told her.

The December Baby - (G - 12K words and counting) Enzo and Jonah come to celebrate TK's 30th birthday with him; a fix-it fic for 5x07. Here's a morsel –

“Oh, my,” TK said, clutching a hand to his heart dramatically. “Jonah, you have my word. We won’t have pizza while you’re down here”.

“Yay!” Jonah said, bouncing up and down on his dad’s lap. He looked up at his dad. “Daddy, I want to play with Butt-cup. Pwease?”

“I don’t know,” Enzo said. “Did you get enough to eat? Did some food make it into this tummy right here?” He tickled his son’s stomach and he wriggled and giggled.

“Yes!” he giggled. “All full, Daddy. Promise”. He reached up and placed his hands on each side of his dad’s face and tickled his chin. “Pwease Pwease?”

“He doesn’t make it easy to say no,” Owen noted.

“This, he just started doing,” Enzo added. “Okay,” He said, taking Jonah’s hands and kissing them. “You can go play with the doggy. But be careful”. Jonah kissed his daddy’s chin before scampering off his lap and getting down on the floor with Buttercup.

“How can he not like pizza?” TK shook his head.

“Babe, remember he’s still your brother,” Carlos said. “Even if he’s turned his back on pizza”.

Halloween: A Strand Family Tale (Teen and up, 12K words) – Owen receives a frantic call from Gwyn that their fifteen-year-old daughter lied about her plans for Halloween. Since Gwyn is at work, Owen and TK drive up to get TK’s wayward sister, Sophie. Here’s a morsel —

His sister just rolled her eyes. “My god, you sound like Mom. Which,” she added, “I know she’s pissed. She can kill me tomorrow. Good bye”.

“She wasn’t willing to wait,” TK said, taking a step to block her path. “I drove up here with Dad. He’s right outside. If you don’t come with me, I will send him in here to get you”. He saw the wheels turning in his sister’s head. She was thinking about it. She also clearly had been getting drinks already.

“You’re bluffing,” she said, shaking her head. “Dad wouldn’t come all the way out here. He has work and shit”.

“Not until Sunday”. TK shook his head. “And Mom called him freaking out cause she didn’t know why you were out here. And she hasn’t even seen what you look like”.

“It’s Halloween, you jackass,” his sister snapped, tugging her top up a little bit; it still left almost half her chest exposed. “And this isn’t even that revealing”.

“Uh huh”. TK sighed. “Soph, you can come with me, or I can send Dad inside”.

“Do whatever you want,” she said, turning to walk down the stairs. “I don’t believe you. He’s not here”.

He Had to Know… right? (M; 15K words and counting) In the wake of his father’s murder, Carlos struggles with if becoming a ranger is truly what he wants — which takes center stage after being badly injured on a call. Here’s a morsel — “Your eyes said it for you,” TK said as he got out of the car. He went around and opened Carlos’s car door and, as he pulled his husband out, he continued, “Those are the eyes that say, ‘oh, I am two tons of muscle. No mere mortal can lift me’. Have you forgotten that you are married to a former firefighter?”

“You think I weigh two tons?” Carlos clarified as he followed TK into the elevator.

TK giggled. “I think I could throw you over my shoulder like you don’t weigh a thing,” he said, stretching up to kiss his husband’s nose. As the elevator stopped on their floor, Carlos’s arms wrapped around TK as he gave him a tight hug.

“You are the best husband in the entire world,” Carlos murmured into TK’s collarbone. “I love you so much”.

“I love you too”. TK said when they broke apart. “You do everything for me. Let me take care of you tonight?”

Hot Wheels (M, 6K) TK takes Mateo’s new car out for a spin and gets a lesson in being careful on the road. Here’s a morsel —

“Man, this thing is nice,” TK marveled as they started down the street. “I should have gotten a new car when I had the chance”.

“Why didn’t you?” Mateo asked. “Didn’t you get your car when you were working for Paragon, and making like, a shit ton more money?”

“Yeah, but it was bad money,” TK reminded him. “Dirty money. Money from soulless people pumping their unsuspecting patients full of drugs they didn’t need or ask for”.

“I guess”. Mateo shrugged. “But you get what you pay for. And both your dad and Judd told me…” his voice trailed off as he watched TK merge. “Uh, TK? Why are you getting on the highway?”

“You said I could drive”. TK grinned. “Oh, come on,” he said when he saw Mateo shake his head. “It’s not even seven-fifteen. There’s practically no one out here. There’s no better time to drive on the highway than right now”.

“Fine”. Mateo laughed and shook his head. “But you crash this car, you’re buying me a new one”.

“How little faith you have in me,” TK shook his head. “I am a good driver”.

“Really?” Mateo snorted. “Do all good drivers get on the highway without their seatbelt on?”

You Aren’t Broken, You’re You (Teen/Up, 22K words and counting) A Littles Are Known fic; TK struggles to accept the Little side of him when he and his father move to Austin for a fresh start.  Here’s a morsel— “Tyler Kennedy Strand, you are not broken,” Owen told him fiercely. “Your mother knew that. She looked at you and saw her son who has such a big heart, and loves people so fiercely, and always wanted to help someone who needed it. And what do you mean she doesn’t know?” he squeezed his son’s shoulder. “She’s looking down at you always. I know how proud of you she is.

“How?” TK asked.

“Because,” Owen said, gently tugging on his son’s ears, eliciting a smile. “When we couldn’t talk about anything else, we could talk about you. And how much we loved you. And how proud you make us both every day. And how we didn’t screw everything up, to get this great of a kid”. TK blushed and shook his head.

Listening Allergy- (M; 5K Words) TK disagrees when Judd and Carlos say he isn't ready to ride a horse solo; he decides to test if they're right or not. Here's a morsel -

“[Judd] is totally out of line,” TK said huffily to Carlos. “He’s just being a jerk”.

Carlos pulled TK closer once again and rubbed his back. “He’s only saying it because he’s concerned about you,” Carlos said softly, kissing TK on the forehead. They were now the only ones in the stable. “And I know you might not be happy about it,” he added, “but I agree. I don’t want you hitting up the horse solo just yet”.

“Well, I wasn’t going to hit them,” TK joked. When his husband’s face didn’t change, TK traded in his grin for a pout. “Babe, do you ever think you’re being too overprotective?”

Carlos looked at his husband, eyebrows raised. “You know, I don’t, baby. And for someone who spends as much time on Wikipedia as you do, are you telling me you never looked up what happened to the first guy who played Superman?”

“I know Christopher Reeve had a horse accident”. TK said. “And how do you even know that? You’re allergic to pop culture”.

“Everyone who has or had horses knows that story,” Carlos responded. “And put the pout away. You can still go out later. I would just be going with you. Would that be so bad?”

“No”. TK grinned despite himself. “I would like that”.

Fuzzy Hitchhikers (G, 3k Words) - TK and Carlos see a petting zoo across the street from their farmer's market, where two small friends come home with TK. Here's a morsel -

“The baby chicks!” TK said in an awed whisper, gently cradling two chicks in his hands. “They must have crawled in there. How long did they sleep in there?”

“Probably since you laid down on the floor of a petting zoo?” Carlos suggested. “I’m going to put the cold stuff away. Then we can take them back”.

“Take them back?” TK looked at Carlos like he had suggested they throw puppies off a rooftop. “We can’t do that!”

“TK”. Carlos rubbed his hands up and down his husband’s arms. “Baby… we can’t keep two baby chickens in our loft”.

“What are we going to do?” TK scoffed, holding them close to his face. “Let them wander the streets of Austin? Look at the size of them”.

“We’re going to take them back to the petting zoo, TK”. Carlos said. TK took a step back so he was out of range.

“Well, we’ve got all day for that”. TK said, going over to the windows. “They want to see the loft. Can you two believe how big our windows are?”

Close Call (G, 4K words) inspired by beautiful art by @heartstringsduet - I would link it here if I knew how to do that - but Carlos tries not to worry when TK takes the Camaro solo for an afternoon... until he doesn't come home on time. Here's a morsel -

The caller ID read APD – Jacks, 14.

“Hello?” Carlos answered his phone.

“Hi, Carlos? This is Colby Jacks, from the 14?”

“Hi, Colby,” Carlos said. Colby and Carlos were in the academy at the same time; he worked at the fourteenth precinct now, but Carlos never minded running into him. Colby was a lot more open-minded than a lot of the APD were, and Carlos had given Colby a ride home a couple of times when they were rookies and he saw Colby waiting for the bus after his shift. “How are you?” Carlos asked.

“Not too bad,” Colby answered. He sounded nervous. “I wanted to call because… is your husband’s last name Strand?”

“Yes,” Carlos said, his stomach dropping. “Yes, yes it is. Why?”

The Moviecation of Carlos Reyes (T, 11K and counting) While TK is laid up on from an on the job injury, he learns Carlos doesn't have a favorite movie and strives to find one that Carlos can call his favorite. Here's a morsel -

“I don’t think you can moonlight as a one-man band,” Carlos objected. “That makes it sound like you’re getting paid”. They kept watching for a few more minutes before Carlos spoke again. “The nanny came home without the kids? That’s not a good nanny”.

“Her care.com reviews would not be good,” TK agreed. “But she’s quitting, so she doesn’t care”.

Carlos nodded. “I like how the household staff join the mom in her song. They seem very into it”.

“You know, the actress who played the mom only passed recently?” TK mentioned. “She was over a hundred”.

“Wow”. Carlos said. “They have to put the banners away because the dad is coming home and he hates them? The dad kind of sucks, doesn’t he?”

“Yes!” TK exclaimed eagerly. “That’s one of the central themes of the movie! And it’s not all his fault, but that’s a big part of it”.

Bad Habits and Consequences - (M, 4K words) Carlos learns the hard way that TK has a bad habit when he drives alone at night.... and gives TK a hard lesson to combat it. Here's a morsel -

TK waited nervously as he heard the footsteps of the officer walking towards his window. He didn’t look up until he heard a voice say, “License and registration, please”.

TK knew that voice.

TK looked up and grinned at the flashlight shining in his face. “Hi, baby”.

Carlos’s face didn’t waver; not a flicker of a smile, nothing that indicated he was addressing his husband. He didn’t even blink as he repeated, “License and registration, please”.

“Carlos”. TK whined. “You know who I am”.

“Yes, I do”. Carlos said, leaning his elbows on the open window. “TK, do you know why I pulled you over?”

Carlos's Secret Talent (G, 3K words) TK is having trouble sleeping after his bout with hypothermia; Carlos uses his talent of swaddling his sister's kids in blankets to help his boyfriend get some shuteye. Here's a morsel -

“Baby, you are home and breathing without the help of a machine,” Carlos told him softly. “You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. You will be cleared for work if you let yourself rest now. There’s no rush. Okay?”

“Fine”. TK sighed. “But I still…” his voice trailed off as he took stock of what Carlos was doing. “Carlos”. He moaned softly. “Come on. This is so not fair”.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Carlos murmured, his thumb stroking down the middle of TK’s face. It was a trick he had gotten from Owen when they were staying at his house. To start with his thumb in the middle of TK’s forehead and stroke down the middle of his face to the end of his nose and it had a Pavlovian effect on him; without fail, it always lulled him to sleep.

“You fight dirty,” TK murmured as his eyelids started feeling more and more heavy. “I’m going to get…” Carlos smiled as TK’s voice trailed off as he watched him fall to sleep before his eyes. He kept stroking down TK’s face for a few more minutes until he was sure he was really asleep.

“Anyone who doesn’t want me to swaddle them should speak up now,” Carlos murmured as he rocked TK in his arms. “No? Okay, then. This worked once, baby. We’ll see if it helps again”. With one arm still around TK, he grabbed TK’s favorite blanket with his other arm. He laid it on the couch, keeping TK as close to him as possible. He made sure his breath was still landing on TK’s ears.

You Learn Something New Everyday -(NR, 3K words) TK takes it upon himself to rid their place of clutter to put Carlos at ease. Carlos is NOT at ease when he learns exactly how TK has been decluttering their place. Here's a morsel -

“TK”. Carlos put his hand over his husband’s mouth. “Sweetheart, I need you to back this up for me. When I take my hand off your mouth, I need you to tell me how you know the person who is at our door asking for you right now”. He took his hand off TK’s face.

“I’m sorry, babe,” TK said, an all-too-familiar mischievous look in his eyes. “I wasn’t trying to get you worked up. But Sebastian’s totally cool. I met him on Facebook Marketplace. He’s here because he bought the skis from me”.

Carlos’s eyes all but popped out of his head. “You… met him on Facebook Marketplace?”

“Yeah”. TK nodded proudly. “Just doing what you told me”.

The hits just kept on coming. “I told you to put our address on the open internet and to invite complete strangers over?” Carlos asked, mystified. “Cause… you know, I think I’d remember that”.

The Shady Lane Five - (G, 9K words) TK offers to help Carlos's sister when she mentions how the vet she works for gets rid of unwanted dogs. Here's a morsel -

“Carlos”. TK said in a much more whiny voice than he meant to. “You know you’re just leaving your nephew to fend for himself?”

Carlos reached around TK to close the front door. “Babe, he’s not out in the wilderness. He’s in his own driveway, with two friends, and most likely, a smart phone in his pocket”.

“Oh yeah”. TK nodded, droplets of water dripping from his hair. “He’s got a really nice one”.

“TK”. Carlos crossed his arms. “Didn’t we say no razor scooter?”

“You said it”. TK said mutinously. “I decided that I didn’t agree. What?” he said to combat the incredulous look his husband was giving him. “Carlos, I never had one of these as a kid. It’s fun”.

“Really?” Carlos said, his eyebrow raised. “So the story your dad told me about the fifth grader who rode his razor scooter down the steps at his school on a dare and broke both of his wrists — who was that about?”

TK’s face dropped. “He told you about that?!”

Sid and Tabasco - (G, 2K words) Carlos and TK go riding at Judd's brother's ranch. Tk helps some horses face their fear. Here's a morsel

TK would describe their horse going over the fence as more of a hop. He still let out a whoop of excitement. Carlos reined the horse in and looked back. “How was that, baby?”

“That was amazing,” TK said, bouncing in the saddle. “I’m glad you weren’t on horseback when we first met”.

Carlos’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Why?”

“Because I would have asked you to marry me that first night”. TK said as he kissed him.

Captain Judd - (M, 6k words) Judd reminds TK why he needs to use his listening ears, no matter who is in charge. Here's a morsel -

“I get it”. TK groaned. “I thought I could get the kids. I didn’t think the branch would give way”.

“No, you didn’t think, end of sentence”. Judd told him. “Hell, you ain’t even a firefighter now, you’re a paramedic. One who already almost died in water. If any medic was going to do that, it never should have been you”.

“Where are my pants?” TK said, rifling through his bag. “Did I really not grab them before I went to shower?” He looked over his shoulder. “You can keep going, Judd. I’m listening”.

“The hell you are”. Judd stood up to his full height. “What was the last thing I said to you, TK?”

TK looked up at him with a smile. “It was ‘what was the last thing I said to you, TK?’”

Sometimes Love is Lizards (G, 5K words) - Love knows no bounds, and love leads Carlos to accompany his baby to his personal hell; a lizard convention. Here's a morsel -

Carlos was very familiar with the TK pout. But he couldn’t wrap his arms around his husband’s waist in public, so he pulled him closer by his backpack strap. “Really?” he asked softly. “Cause even if you got one of the snakes that are only $150, rest assured, baby. There’s nowhere you could hide it on your person that I couldn’t find it”.

“I think that came out a lot hotter than you meant it to,” TK said, beaming at him. “And it wasn’t anything like that,” TK added. “But what I wanted to do next is something I think you’d want to stay away from”.

“Try me”. Carlos said, unblinking (he kept to himself that Carlos felt that way about every single thing they’d seen today, right down to the guy selling freeze-dried ice cream).

“Okay”. TK started. “Cause I don’t know if you saw this when we were looking at this online, but they… they sort of have… bug tables… here”.

That, Carlos wasn’t expecting.

“Bug tables?” Carlos repeated. “There’s… no chance you just meant ‘big’ tables, is there?”

“Well, I mean, they do have those too,” TK nodded. “The freeze dried ice cream guy’s table is massive. But they have vendors here with different bugs. And I heard about this guy who builds different enclosures for jumping spiders, and I… kind of wanted to check it out”.

But I don't WANT to go to bed - (M, 7K words) TK has trouble getting to bed on time when he's home alone - Carlos helps with that after learning TK has been saying he's gone to bed when he hasn't. Here's a morsel -

“Don’t get yourself all worked up,” Carlos said softly, kissing TK above his left eyebrow. “Let’s get ready for bed”.

“Right now?” TK said, trying not get his hopes up too much. “I’m not in trouble?”

Carlos watched as hope and eagerness washed over his husband’s face. His husband, who no doubt had lied to him the past couple nights. Moments like this reminded Carlos that no matter how sneaky or naughty he was, he truly loved this man with everything in him and then some.

Of course, that didn’t mean Carlos couldn’t have some fun now.

“Come here, baby boy,” Carlos said, pulling TK closer. He put both hands on TK’s face and started with kissing the top of his head and working his way down. “You’re not in trouble,” he said, watching TK’s eyes light up. As he got closer to his ears, Carlos leaned in and whispered, “You’re in big trouble”.

The Magnificent Owl - (G, 4K words) TK sees an injured owl on a call and schemes to see if he can take it home. Here's a morsel -

“Thank you,” TK murmured into Carlos’s lips as he kissed him. “You’re the best husband in the world”.

“I know”. Carlos smiled. “But so are you”. He had kissed every part of TK’s face before he whispered, “Have the grapefruit this morning if you can”.

TK pulled back with a groan. “So not sexy, babe”.

“I’m just saying,” Carlos said, still holding TK in his arms. “I know you’d complain if I didn’t include the teddy grahams, but those aren’t the first thing to use up. You need the energy”.

“The same cannot be said for you,” TK replied, running his hand through his husband’s perfect curls. “Babe, this is your day off. You’re supposed to relax”.

“I am relaxing”. He said. “I haven’t put my contacts in yet. And I slept in today”.

That, TK couldn’t let slide. “You were up before six”.

“No, I was up at six”. Carlos said proudly. “You were almost up before me”.

A Boy and a Cat - (G, 5k words) Austin first responders all are given a shift at an animal shelter on its last legs. Carlos expected his husband to fall in love with every animal in his eyeline. He didn't expect to find one he would bond with. Here's a morsel -

“This is Leon.” TK said, with the pride of a parent holding their newborn child. “Isn’t he magnificent?” Carlos swallowed. He had a few other words he would use to describe Leon.

Leon, who was a fully grown ostrich.

Leon, who was a good three feet taller than them — if not more.

Leon, who was watching them with big, unblinking eyes, and made Carlos remember something he had learned in school about how birds were the closest living relatives to dinosaurs. Carlos had never been this close to a bird this big, but getting a look at his talons, Carlos would have to agree.

“So,” TK said, nudging Carlos’s side. “What do you think?”

“I think…” Carlos looked up at Leon, then back at TK. “Baby, please tell me you know that we can’t adopt Leon”.

“Yeah, I know”. TK chuckled. “His last owner had an ostrich farm, he needs to hold out for something like that. Although,” he added with that smile on his face, “we do have those high ceilings…”

“TK”. Carlos groaned, but his husband was off to the races.

“And ostriches don’t eat bearded dragons,” TK went on eagerly. “I checked. And you know how you and Paul have an ongoing debate of who makes better omelets? Well, imagine the omelets you could make… with ostrich eggs!”

I did this late and it's NEW Year's Eve but I wanted to share my writing... cause I just think it's neat... but open tag to anyone who hasn't shared this yet and wants to!! :)

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Witch Among Gods

Light Yagami x Reader Pt. 2

Pt.1

A/N- so I came up with a name for this little series, Yay!

Here's the next bit.

Yagami’s room was exactly what you would expect from a kid like him. All books, no fun. Now don’t get me wrong, I love reading. Transporting myself to a different world with amazing characters and life that’s actually interesting. But I bet if I were to get a closer look at Yagami’s bookshelves, all I would find are textbooks. Maybe the occasional book that was assigned for a language arts class. Absolutely nothing interesting or fun. Just like him. 

“How are you able to see Ryuk?” Yagami asks me as I look around his room.

“Why is your room so boring?” I counter, sitting on his bed.

“You're avoiding the question. How can you see him?” Yagami persists.

“Even I’m interested in how,” The thing, Ryuk, says.

“I just can, all right,” I tell him. There’s no way I’m going to tell him that I’m a witch.

Light just stares at me. Like he’s trying to read my mind. Oh, shit maybe he can! I mean he did summon a Shinigami, somehow. I need to think of something. Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala.

Light door knob jiggles like someone’s trying to get in. I didn’t even realize he locked it. Really shows how unobservant I am.

“Huh? Weird.” The person on the other side says, “Hey, Light, what’s going on? Why is your door locked?”

“What is it, Sayu?” Yagami asks. Must be his little sister.

“Can you help me with my homework?”

“Uh, yeah, but I have a friend over.” 

He gets up to unlock his door.

“I didn’t know you had friends.” Sayu teases him.

“He doesn’t. We were just working on a school project.” I answer before Yagami can, “And I am leaving so you two can get to that homework.”

“Awe, don’t leave.” Sayu whines, “We’re doing quadratic equations in math. I need as much help as I can,” Sayu walks over and sits at Yagami's desk, “I’m like the only one in my class who doesn’t get this stuff.”

“I mean I don’t know how much help I’ll be. I hate math.” I tell her.

“And yet you still get high marks in math.” Yagami comments. 

“Hey, what’s your name?” Sayu asks, swirling the chair in circles.

“My name is L/N Y/N.”

“You should stay for dinner. I’m sure Mom wouldn’t mind, and then I could get to know you.” Sayu suggests.

Ryuk starts laughing, “This just keeps getting better and better. Also, I’d be careful if I were the two of you. If anyone else touches that notebook you’ve got hidden in the drawer right now, they’ll be able to see me too.”

Light stops and stares at Ryuk for a second. He really isn’t good at keeping a secret. 

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” Sayu asks her big brother.

“Hm? Oh, nothing. So, what exactly don’t you understand?”

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My live thoughts on The Sign Special Episode

Let's go!

IS MY BABY DEAD IN THE FIRST GODDAMN TWO MINUTES AND THE HOT CAPTAIN TOO??? Oh wait, it’s one of Tharn's dreams that hasn't come true yet.

I'm dying at Tharn waking up from a terrible dream where three of his homies are dead/hella fucked up, and Phaya's just like "what about some dick to start the day?" I know he's stayed on that man every day since he came back.  FUCKING RIGHT UP ON THE DOOR??? NASTY ASS. I love that for Tharn. I love that for Phaya. I love that for me. 

OH A FINE ASS WOMAN CAPTAIN HAS SHOWN UP ACCUSING THE FINE ASS MAN CAPTAIN OF STEALING HER CASE They have ~tension~ are they exes? Cause damn the fine ass Captain is reading her down. No matter what happens, I am choosing to believe they're exes cause like this feels ~personal~ 

Aww there's a cute little baby here. And everyone is just watching her cry and talking about her like she's not right in front of them. Can someone act like they've seen a child before? Damn. lol Oh fuck my boy is gonna talk to her, and I love him, but I know he’s about to make it worse. Well I guess Thongthai ain't getting a baby anytime soon cause Khem just made this little girl cry. lol At least Mayris hugged the baby. But I am crying at the fact that the room was obviously full of Team No Kids cause they had no idea what to do with a crying kid. 

Yai being all "aww don't be worried about me, I got people looking out for me" is, in fact, making me worried. lol Not Phaya getting jealous of Yai. That is his brother!

Khem and Thongthai coming up with the gossip! I love one messy ass couple. That's how you know they've been together too long cause they're just here for the mess. Not Tharn and Phaya going in on gender inequality and KhemThongthai standing there like ...well we just wanted to gossip but now we feel bad. 😬😬😬

As always, I'm crying that Khem and Thongthai are not only allowed to work together, but on the same team. Khem is just touching him all the time and calling him baby. That's not professional in the office, not at all. And they've been like that for 14 years, I know this in my spirit. At least Phaya and Tharn handle their shit better. lol

Okay. Phaya. Tharn is telling you how sad he was when all his people died and he mentioned his asshole bestie and you're just trying to fuck away your jealously. Phaya please. Also, there is a traumatized baby girl in the next room? Let's not. And okay. I get what Phaya means, and I absolutely hated how stupid Tharn was about Chalothon, but that man was in his life for like two decades. He's gonna come up and it's really not that cute for Phaya to be mad about it. 

Phaya is really out here trying to get his dick wet while this traumatized little girl is locked in an unfamiliar house with unfamiliar people. Not the time bro. lol

PLEASE DON'T POINT GUNS AT THE CHILD. Thank you Tharn for having sense. So far it seems like Tharn and Mayris are the only two people who have ever been around a child before. Which is wild cause Phaya has a baby sister that I thought was significantly younger than him. 

Okay that was a good move to bring the cat in. Cats make everything better. One point to Phaya.  Aww this little baby. She's only speaking English. So she's even more out of her element. 

Phaya was just watching Tharn with that baby and def wants that man to have his babies now.

Aww poor sweet baby girl. She doesn't want to sleep alone. If y'all don't get in that bed and sleep with her.

GET HIM THARN YOU CAN BE THE DAD AND HE'S THE MOM Oh Phaya pulled the uno reverse and said "that's cool, I can be the mom and you can be the dad." And honestly yeah. Phaya would have Tharn's babies if he could, I believe that. He just wants Tharn with a baby now however possible. JELLYFISH NICKNAME MENTIONED YES

I appreciate Phaya's garuda brother being like "I did help you but you caused these problems, so you have to deal with them the most." A beautiful representation of an older/younger sibling relationship.

Phaya's phone be ringing for eight years. It should have gone to voicemail by then.

Oh the hot lady Captain is in a leather jacket. My god. I'm so gay.

I do love how Phaya earlier was like THARN IT'S JUST A DREAM and now Tharn is like "your dream MIGHT be important but let's just WAIT." Like these two men aren't reincarnated gods and Tharn didn't spend a whole year in the naga world. 

NOT YAI AND KHEM. KHEM WHY WOULD YOU EVER SAY YOU WERE A SWIMMER. Like I know he is but like. Baby. Why would they have sent Khem for this mission? That is my baby but he is not bright. Like. What the fuck was this plan. Also they're talking all kinds of shit about the plan knowing the building has cameras? Like. I'm sorry my stomach is IN KNOTS.

This is WAY TOO TENSE for me okay. Why on god's green earth did they send the dumbest two in to do recon??? I assume it's cause they're the strongest but like. I don't like this. Not at all. They’re dumb! And not good actors! They're gonna get caught out!

(But damn at least I get to see Gap's body. Cause that man is fine as fuck and fit as hell.)

NO WHAT DID THAT MAN GET ON HIS PHONE. Like okay I'm not scared for Phaya, Tharn, and Deeni cause they're not gonna kill a baby. But my babies Khem and Yai, however, those are grown ass men so you know. I don't want to dance, I'm scared to death.

HE JUST TURNED OFF THE LIVE FEED. Oh my fuck. They know they're cops. I am fighting for my fucking life.

Okay so this crack team is just gonna go in three deep? God this team really just has no brain cells, it should be the hot lady Captain leading cause Captain Akk just like. Doesn't have the best plans. You gotta bring more than THREE dudes against a tio in that shirt. Cause now everybody is disarmed and captured. 

HE'S MAKING KHEM AND YAI FIGHT TO THE DEATH??? IN FRONT OF HIS MAN??? OR THREATENING TO KILL THE OTHERS OH MY GOD HE JUST SHOT THONGTHAI IN THE LEG. Khem is def gonna have to fight now and like. NOT KHEM HITTING YAI AND SAYING SORRY. AND YAI TRYING TO BE LIKE KHEM DON'T WAIT STOP. Yai baby. He has to. It's Thongthai. That's his baby. 

Captain Akk is standing there stuck and restrained looking dumb. Like yeah baby maybe you shouldn’t have a damn married couple of like 14 years on your team? Especially when it was already shown that they can't really be objective about each other. (See: Khem getting shot and Thongthai useless for the last battle)

Okay now we're at the start. Those three aren't dead but Yai and Khem are still captured. But damn these three are all beat. So Khem had to see his man get shot AND beat? Guys. Thongthai can't be rational about this. I'm glad he called Phaya out about that. Captain Akk still sitting there like "maybe I shouldn't have picked a married couple for my team."

Okay Captain Akk. Baby. Let Captain Achara help. I don't know what your beef with her is. But it's not noble babe.

I'm sorry not Thongthai standing there beaten with a shot leg. He really wouldn't be much help here. But I get why he's there. He NEEDS to not only see his man, but get him back himself.

Oh yes god. Is she gonna switch the flash drives? MY QUEEN.

Phaya's garuda brother FTW!

I'm sorry. Yai got his ass beat like ten hours ago and is now hand to hand fighting. Yes Khem! Kiss your man and then go kick some ass!

Is this man and his turtleneck a tiger man (never 4get)??? Why is he growling? Phaya, please. It's time for your garuda powers to activate babe. Get those wings boo.

Yes! He has his wings! Or his brother's wings, I don't know which. But still. Wings baby! Wings!

YES QUEEN SHOOT HIM MULTIPLE TIMES SHOOT HIS CORPSE I WON'T TELL 

Of course Yai is calling Sand. I love that.

Aww, Deeni hugging and saying goodbye to Tharn and Phaya. 

I don’t like kid fic, but in my HEART, I know these two adopt a baby at some point. I know in my SPIRIT.

Did Singh just call Mayris a box bitch? That’s why he’s the single pringle cause my girl was looking fine as hell in that swimsuit.

(GAP'S DICK IN THESE SWIM TRUNKS. I eagerly await that gifset.)

WHY IS THARN IN A BANANA HAMMOCK???

This Avengers Assemble ass ending shot. It's so cheesy. I love it so much.

And on that note, we are done. I had a very good time during this episode. Did the plot make any sense? Not really. But it didn’t really in the show either so I mean. I got everyone looking great and everyone happy and in love and shit at the end. I got Thongthai losing his shit over Khem and, to me, that was worth my $16. I also got a hot ass lady captain running around in a leather jacket. I won.

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Yay requests are open!!

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Skiddad x male reader who is Skid's older brother, but instead of chosing to live with Lila and pretend his father is dead, reader actually knows the truth and decided to help Skiddad with the cult and such. Reader is very stoic and logical, respects Skiddad a lot and is also very strong physically (not mentally though.) Also, reader is the youngest member of the cult.

You can also add two other members of the cult (Bob and Ignacio) but this is completely an optional since you just came back! Have a nice day/night!

- 🎬 anon

Aaa thank you for requesting 🎬 anon! Honestly, a spooky month fic right now is great for the changing seasons (at least where I am)

I think I'm gonna have the reader go on a Lil mission with skidad if that's alright! ^^

I hope you have a great day/night, too! Thank you again

Now onto the thingy

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(💀🎃☁️) - spooky month fluff

(reader type) - male / AMAB

(‼️ warnings) - none

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The picture on your desk seemed to stare at you. You stared back at it, of course.

It was a picture of your family. You, your mom, your brother, and, of course, your dad. Your mom and brother's faces seemed to be faded, even though you hadn't touched the picture in forever.

You couldn't stop thinking about them, about how they were doing, about what they were doing. You could've thought about them forever.. had someone not knocked on your door.

"—Come in!" You stuttered, regaining your focus. The door creaked open to reveal your dad. He was holding plastic bags, a robe, and matches.

"Ah, hello, father." You greeted, spinning your chair around to face him properly. You never called him anything else but 'father'. 'Dad' seemed too informal.

He greeted you back, made his way over to you, and handed you your robe. Fresh from the dryer. "Would you like to go out and help me get rid of some evidence?" He inquired as he leaned in and smiled.

Your face lit up a bit when he said the word 'help'. Getting to spend time with your father was something you'd never pass up.

"Ignacio usually does the evidence-destroying, but he set himself on fire last time, and he's still recovering."

You nodded to signal you understood. You got up from your seat to put your robe on.

"Ready to go?" Father put his hood on.

"Of course." You mimicked him and put yours on as well.

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You both peered into the window of the police station. Those meddlesome cops were apparently off to the mayor's office for some meeting. Which was the perfect time to destroy their hard work.

Your dad snuck in through the window and helped you inside. You made sure to cover all the cameras, just to be thorough. From there, you found the desk full of evidence and clues about your little.. organization. It had been restarted here since the previous evidence was at the smoker cop's house.

"Seems as though they've stepped up their game." Your father admitted as he couldn't help but admire their work. You admired with him and had to agree it was impressive. They were efficient.

But not as efficient as the both of you.

As fast as you arrived, you began to pick apart their findings, talking with one another to decide which ones to burn.

In the end, you decided that you'd toy with them a bit and leave them only unimportant bits of what they had.

You shoved all the evidence that was to burn in your plastic baggies and made your great escape through the same window.

This time, instead of burning the evidence where it was, you burned it in front of the mansion. That way, you could make sure it didn't get out of hand like it did last time.

As you drizzled the gasoline onto the pictures and notes, you looked to your dad. "Father?" You began, putting the bottle down and reaching for the matches. "This was fun. I enjoy doing things like this with you."

Your father handed you the matches but didn't look at you. He just smiled. "And I too, (Y/N). You've grown quite a bit since you've joined our cult. So strong-willed and yet so young."

You lit the matches and tossed them onto the police work. "I'm proud of you." He said to you, placing a hand on your shoulder and pulling you in. You smiled a smile as big as your pinkie. That.. meant a lot to you. "Thank you, father."

You leaned into his small embrace, watching the fire burn. The night seemed still, like it was watching you. But you didn't care. All you cared for was your dear old dad and nothing more.

You were glad you chose to live with him, instead.

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