#hear his dad and brother fighting and pretend he didn't hear it then go out 20 min later and say something silly to get a smile outta bruce

[lillybearrie]

i like to imagine that jason was just like- the normal one before his death, to the point that it kinda scared bruce and Alfred, like wdym your not bouncing off the walls (literally) 24/7? wdym you did your homework already? Wdym you don't need to be reminded to watch your language when we go to events? And were Dick would have been attempting to see what was sturdy enough for him to swing around on Jason was just... up in his room, reading sense and sensibility. And don't get me wrong he still a little rough around the edges sometimes like Bruce has to remind him to pull his punches a little more than he had to with Dick but overall he was a good kid who got good grades and did overall good work in the field while not as brilliant a detective as his successor nor as nimble as his predecessor Jason was a good Robin in his own right. And tho no one ever says it bruce was probably his happiest when jason was his robin.

[mysunshinetemptress]

2007

Leah Williamson x brothers best friend!reader

Warnings: thought I better post something so here’s part 2 of 2005, slow burn to shit

You huffed taking a breath after passing the ball up the pitch to find Jacobs feet letting out a smile as you sprinted towards the boy ready to congratulate him on the goal "what a goal Jacob." Jacob grabbed you squeezing you tightly "that long ball assist Y/n I swear you have gotten so good." The pair smiled at each other before hearing Amanda and Natalie screaming at them to get back to their positions as their opponents took tip to restart.

Leah couldn’t help but laughed at the six year old holding her medal looking at it like she had won the World Cup "happy with it then." You looked up at the now ten year old "I know it doesn't compare to any of your Arsenal medals Lee but this is my first one." Leah smiled grabbing the medal to look at it "nah this medal is better then any of my ones trust me." You couldn't help but smile happily as you grabbed the older girls hand walking to the car. "Hey don't leave me behind." The pair turned to Jacob as he ran up holding his golden boot trophy under his arm "Leah, Y/n guess what Dad told me there's trials at Tottenham and that I could go he signed me up already." Leah smiled at her younger brother "that's great buddy you will do amazing, but Y/n." You looked up at Leah "what do we think of Tottenham." You looked around quickly for any parents that might scold you before whispering to Leah "shit." Leah laughed before continuing on "and what do we think of shit." You couldn’t help but smile at Jacob as he pretend to be annoyed "Tottenham." Leah laughed swinging her hand that was holding Y/n’s "that's my girl." Jacob let out a laugh "no it's no she's my best friend." Leah smiled tugging you towards her "oh yeah bet you can't take her away from me." The pair gotten into a friendly fight of pulling and pushing you between each other as you laughed.

Jacob had been gone all day at the Tottenham trial as you sat in the front garden waiting for any sign of him. Amanda looked out her window watching the younger girl smiling softly before going out to you "hi missus what are you doing sat out here." You looked up smiling softly at the older woman "waiting for Jacob so we can play." Amanda looked at you confused"oh honey he won't be home till Sunday night  did he not tell you his dad and him are going to the match tomorrow after his trials today." You sighed standing up dusting yourself off letting out a quite oh in disappointment, Amanda's eyes softened as she looked at the girl "I'll tell you what is your Mum home." You nodded "right then let's head inside while I talk to her for a second." You sat in between Charlie and Melia tapping your leg against the couch as you anxiously waited to see what the older women were talking about, “Y/n stop moving your leg it’s so annoying” Melia snarled as she let out a huff you apologised quietly stopping your movements before your mum called for you "Hey Pumpkin could you come here for a second." You raced off the couch happy to get away from your sisters and into the kitchen. "I was just talking to your Mum and Leah and I have a spare ticket to the Arsenal women's match in Meadow park tomorrow as well why don't you come with me to Leah's training for Arsenal you can see what it's like tonight and your Mum has said if I think your good you can have a sleepover yeah." Your eyes lit up like you had just been told you was getting a puppy "can I really that would be so cool." Amanda smiled at the young girl "go get your clothes and head over to me when your ready then we will go get leah alright." You didn't need to be told twice as you raced up the stairs.

You stood on the sidelines watching the older girls go through their drills as Amanda stood beside her "you ok Y/n." You didn't take your eyes off the scene in front of you but nodded letting out a soft hum. The girls had broken into pair's practicing their passing when Leah looked around realising they where a player down "Lucy pair off with Casey I'll get a new partner." Leah walked over towards her Mum and the younger girl "everything alright Bubs." Leah smiled nodding at her mum "all good we are just a player short Y/n want to pass with me." Your eyes sparkled nodding your head before grabbing her hand as the older girl led you over before grabbing the ball "right stand here and we are doing long passes y/n just like in the back garden yeah." You nodded getting ready to receive the ball "and don't worry if yours goes the wrong way alright” Amanda couldn't help the smile that took over her face as she watched the pair pass back and forth you concentrating extra hard trying to make sure you could connect it to Leah as best as possible. "That was perfect y/n now this one is chipping it yeah” you nodded again getting ready to receive the ball. Leah's teammates watched on amazed as the six year old connected some of the balls to Leah as well as received it on a first touch no problem.

You was passed out in the back of the car on the drive home as the trio made their way back both Leah and Amanda keeping an eye on the younger girl making sure she was comfortable "I think you have a teammate in a few years Bubba." Leah smiled watching you sleep.

You woke up excitement coursing through her with the realisation that they would be going to an Arsenal match today. Leah groaned at the sound of her door opening "Lee it's match day." Leah let out a huff "I know but shhh it's not time to get up yet y/n go back to sleep." You sighed before looking at Leah “can I stay in here.” Leah sighed pulling open her duvet “come on.” You smiled running over to her and snuggling into Leah's chest closing your eyes as Leah welcomed it knowing she would get a lie in.

The pair had been screaming the minute Arsenal where lead out by Kelly Smith all the way to the final whistle when Leah had grabbed your hand pulling her in front of her as the players began their lap "stand here they might come over then mum can take a picture yeah." You nodded watching excitedly as Alex Scott came over "hi there what's your name "Y/n oh my god your Alex Scott you’re my favourite." Alex smiled looking at Leah "who's this then "you smiled at the older girl "this is my second best friend Leah she's a massive Arsenal fan." Alex laughed at Leah's offended face at the second place she had just been awarded "shall we take a photo and sign something." You nodded turning to smile at the camera Amanda was holding beside Leah grabbing her hand as a comfort before turning back to Alex "I don't have anything for you to sign but Leah has her jersey." Alex smiled signing Leah's jersey before looking around "I'll tell you what have mine I'll sign it." You nodded you head enthusiastically muttering out a thank you before Alex began taking off her jersey. Leah couldn't help but laugh as she watched the likes of Kelly Smith and Rachel Yankey make there way over offering to sign the jersey and Isla refusing but taking a photo instead stating it was an Alex Scott jersey and she was the only signature allowed (something that both you and Alex would laugh about shortly after becoming friends)

The excitement of the Arsenal match lingered in the air as you and Leah made your way back home. "That was amazing, Lee!" you exclaimed, your eyes still sparkling from meeting some of the players. Leah grinned, her excitement matching yours. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Y/n. Maybe one day, you'll be out there playing with them." The thought made your heart race with excitement. "I'd love that, Lee! I'll train hard, just like you do." Leah tousled your hair affectionately. "I have no doubt about that, Y/n. You're a natural."

As the days passed, you found yourself spending more and more time on the pitch, honing your skills and soaking in every bit of advice Leah offered. You were determined to improve, fueled by your passion for the game and the dream of one day playing for Arsenal (or Man United) just like Leah.

At Leah's next training session, you were invited to join in a mini-match with some of the younger players. Your heart pounded with excitement as you stepped onto the field, wearing a borrowed Arsenal jersey that was a bit too big for you. But none of that mattered as you chased after the ball, dribbling past defenders with a skill that surprised even yourself.

Leah watched proudly from the sidelines, cheering you on with Amanda by her side. As the final whistle blew, you collapsed onto the grass, exhausted but exhilarated. "You were amazing out there, Y/n!" Leah exclaimed, rushing over to give you a high-five. You grinned up at her, feeling a sense of accomplishment like never before.

That night, as you lay in bed replaying the day's events in your mind, you couldn't shake the feeling of pure joy that filled your heart. Whether it was scoring goals on the pitch or simply spending time with Leah.

[puppyscatorccio]

Idk if you’ll write this but hear me out……

Stepbrother!Nat entering innocent virgin!R room and realizing they sleep naked. They’re too sleepy to understand what he’s doing and he shamelessly touches them. ☺️

you know what. i WILL write for this! i would say this is a guilty pleasure of mine but i'm not catholic so it's just a pleasure. enjoy! / stepcest, somno

stepbro!nat who wasn't exactly excited about the idea of having a new dad and a step-sibling, but the moment he met you, all his opinions changed.

stepbro!nat who gets obsessed with you so quickly. he tries to convince himself that he just thinks you're cool, that he really just wants to get closer to you like a brother would, but it gets harder and harder to pretend that it's platonic when the night comes and he can't stop fingering himself while thinking of you.

stepbro!nat who becomes a HUGE perv after just a few weeks living with you. when you're in class/work, he'll sneak into your bedroom, go through your things, even masturbate in your bed while sniffing your sheets. sometimes, he'll even be a little daring and steal some clothes, hiding them in his room and pretending not to know about it when you ask.

the first time he sneaks into your room while you're asleep, he just lays beside you, taking in the sight and commiting it to memory. slipping under the blankets, the gasp he let out when noticing the lack of clothes was almost enough to wake you up. he couldn't control himself, hand running down his own body and touching himself, imagining it was you instead, picturing your fingers playing with his tdick, your hands on his chest, your mouth on his neck.

after that, it was impossible for him to think about anything else. you slept with your door unlocked and naked, it's like you were just asking for it. when he heard one of your friends teasing you about being a virgin, that's when he knew he had to be the first person to ever touch you.

so, one night, he slipped into your room again. he didn't waste any time, going straight to your bed and carefully lifting off the blankets. he was throbbing in his boxers, so desperate to have you that he could cum just from touching you. at first, he started slow, carefully, hands roaming through your chest, thumbs circling your nipples and even leaning down to press a few kisses to them. getting bolder and bolder, to the point that he wasn't caring anymore about waking you up.

when his hands finally reach between your legs, thumb circling your clit and a middle finger teasing your entrace, you do wake up. you feel a weight next to you, a warm hand between your legs that feels surprisingly good, but it's hard to tell what's actually going on through the sleep-induced fog. "shh, it's okay, let your bro take care of you, yeah?" is all you hear, followed by the feeling of a finger sliding inside your cunt. the words don't really process in your brain, drifting in and out of consciousness while nat slowly works his way inside you.

seeing that you're not fighting back or calling him a creep, he goes all out. pushing his boxers off, moving awkwardly until his cunt was against yours, his tdick against your clit. nat desperately tried to stay quiet just in case your parents were still awake, but it was so damn hard when it felt so good. he managed to somewhat muffle his moans and grunts, but the bed's creaks were loud, echoing through the room. it hardly took him long for him to cum all over your cunt, using a few fingers to push it inside you. before you could actually wake up and understand what was going on, he was slipping out of your room and back into his own.

it became routine after that. nat always slipped into your room late at night, touching you and fucking you while you were half-asleep, before disappearing again. for a while, you were convinced it was just some weird, hyper-realistic wet dreams you were having, but when you caught him red-handed slipping out of your room, you knew that it was way more than that, but it just felt so good that you never bothered to actually confront him about it.

[missmarveledsblog]

It's just pretend right? ( Bucky barnes x reader ) part 6

summary : revelations and secrets are finally revealed as kitty comes to terms with everything she thought she knew and was about to know and well once one avenger is attack well it's an attack on them all as the team visit the ranch .

warnings : this is a happier part sad but happy and sort of goofy

previous part

“ she not the only one , gonna need a little more than that terminator “ tony called his eyes locked on screen as friday was running it’s test on the dart . 

“ jessie , he was like her only he knows he’s adopted just not all of it ,  but her dad he said he was the same as her , it’s not what it looks like he’s not hydra not fully he’s a double agent  look it hard to explain either he or fury can explain the dynamics but we’re going to have to run some test make sure he doesn’t burst into flames” bucky explained placing her on the cot .

“ or shooting vines … oh yeah she does that too  so i guess we’re going to have to see what else our girl body is hiding from her and us “ tony said as their heads shot in his direction . 

“ why couldn’t she be just be the normal one , healthy family life but nope it’s like become an avenger and the trauma follows “ nat mumbled checking over her once more ignoring bucky. “ oh give it over “ she pushed him away .

“ stop fighting over me it gonna give me big ego like stark” she groaned 

“ hey Look she ok “ tony rolled his eyes . 

“ other than my life was a lie and my brother could be whatever i am what is going on and who is after me  “ she sat up as nat and Bucky helped her .

“ well hydra is after You , you brother well who might be your brother is from same lab rest i don't know fury kept his lips tight on this one and well  seems as they want you back” tony explained .  

“ that is just magical no seriously this fan fucking tastic” she scoffed. 

“ maybe let your dad explain “ nat smiled sadly .

 “ i will, you wanna Test My blood right ?” She looked to to tony who nodded . “ well lets do this first “ she pulled her sleeve up  looking down at her  arms  remembering what it was that came from them . 

“ how did you get your abilities how did they start” tony asked pulling the kit out from . 

“ you Dont have to tell him doll” bucky squeezed her should he could feel her tense , could hear the breath that got  caught In her throat . 

“ no its fine erm my cousin , terror twins we call them well they told me jessie was hurt climbing Into a water tower, they said It was accident but they pushed me in and  i thought i was going to drowned … no one was going to find me  then it came Like i just felt this feeling like building and building i thought  It … It was me dying  then boom fire to point all the water turned into steam that steam well   Actually did nearly kill me no oxygen And  i was in a coma for like a month , they laughed when i cried now everytime I see their stupid faces i remember like im trapped in that water tower “ she sniffled . “ nat and fury only people after family to know that well tony And steve cause a file that wasn't suppose to exist “ she laughed dryly Wiping  tears from her eyes . 

“ kitty” she turned To see her Dad and maybe he didn't expect it but she ran into his arms . She could see it , see that guilt and yet That Unconditional love in his Eyes . 

“ papa you need to tell me the truth The whole truth please”  she looked up at him and suddenly it was like looking down at the little girl he put to bed so many times after nightmares  or scared of monsters under the bed .

“ best sit down , please know this before i tell you this kitty none of it was fake for me  not one second did i think of you any different then my daughter” he smiled sadly . 

“ maybe we should give them space to do this “ nat winced , she knew  , steve knew and bucky knew . 

“ but i wanna … fine” tony pouted following the widow out while bucky squeezed her shoulders . 

“ i was in the military that part was true and i was good  , so good i caught the attention of shield who wanted me to work for them  , it was no brainer  whether to take the job or not really it was probably one of quickest yes  i said in my life first  they told me a baby was found little boy taking out of lab would we care for him and we said yes actually your mother said it  we got jessie then a few years later actually jessie was eight and the twin well were 6 and then nick fury came to me a mission so classified that not even the director alexander pierce knew it was going down , he said they found a lab pierce didn’t wanna bother with it but fury well couldn’t let it go so i went undercover pretended i wanted to be hydra said it was the future shit like that , they believed me  i’d send in the intel to fury and work in some lab one night they got this woman i and she had most beautiful baby girl i ever seen  , the lady fought she said she couldn’t do it again but they killed her so i called fury the raid happened and he slipped me out the back told me take this baby and not to stop for anyone he would come when he could so i did i brought you home and your mama she fell in love with you i went back and we told pierce everything and left out the part of you fury burned the place down so they would think you went with it  we got promoted i stayed for couple of years then i retired said i would help with the kids and ranch wanted to watch you grow up and that wasn’t a lie” he looked at her she could see it all in his eyes  . 

“ why didn’t you tell me , why didn’t fury tell me  was that how he found me in new york? “ she asked . 

“ i called him new places and that gift of your never did work so i asked him make sure you weren’t locked in a lab somewhere like .. “ 

“ E.T” She chuckled. 

“ jessie mom i don’t know if you both got same mama , she was pretty like you “ he held her face. 

“ then how come they won’t accept me ? they accepted jessie ? “ she asked softly . 

“ because your grandfather left everything in your name and their vultures …. Thanks  young man “ she turned to see tony letting her grandmother in . 

“ i like her … shit sorry i leave you too it … touching stuff really sorry for doubting you “ tony waved as he left . 

“ stop listening you over grown toddler” she yelled. 

“ couldn’t hear you “ his voice rang out over intercom of the jet . 

“ this is weird airplane” her grandmother looked around . 

“ ok back to it  the old guy left everything to her “ 

“ TONY “ 

“ Fine i’ll stop listening “ not that she believed that. 

“ yes as voice said he left it to you  most of it all is a bit of exaggeration some for jess and the twin not the horrible ones   cause you guys cared even still you write me every week telling me of your stories although i don’t like the gods part there’s only one of him “ she sat down . 

“ maybe wait before bring loki and thor here?” she whispered to her dad who nodded in agreement. 

 “ that’s why they pushed me in that water tower” she gasped . 

“ they heard  your grandpa talking with his lawyer “ her dad confirmed . 

“ you know no matter what they say your our kitty right? “ her grandmother asked . 

“ i do i’m sorry i ran off earlier  i mean it’s a lot still in tbh “ she winced . 

“ good now go say sorry your poor mother is beside herself in there “ her grandmother swatted her arm sending her to her feet  and kept swatting as she walked out the door to the house . 

“ hey stop .. can’t get around my ass  OWWW … sorry ma’am “ she yelped after the woman pinched her arm . “ stop laughing stank” she grumbled . 

She walked into the kitchen and seen her mama sitting and she felt instant guilt yes they did keep a lot from her  and yeah she was still right to feel  betrayed but giving the other outcome she did really have a great childhood and they didn’t treat her differently even with her gift they still treated her with same love and care  probably more so .

“ mama “ she smiled as the woman looked up rushing toward her honestly kitty was surprise how she still had tears left .

“ i’m sorry really baby we just wanted to keep you safe” she cried . 

“ i know now , i’m sorry for scaring you … also think your moms more lively then she letting on “ she whispered last part . 

“ hey pyro on the prairie your gonna wanna here this “ tony called . 

“ jesus what now is my birth parent actually aliens “ she scoffed  as she , izzy and her mom walked in just as jack and jessie walked in carrying cassies things . 

“ hey good timing this concerns you to  … bruce let them have it ?” tony called. 

“ hey kiddo you ok “ bruce voice came out the phone . 

“ i mean as well as i can come on lay it on me are me and jessie ET” she sighed . 

“ actually no  your from earth but hey wouldn’t be surprising giving it all really ..” 

“ today big little guy “ tony huffed. 

“ well you and jessie are sibling  you share the same dad , his mom died giving birth  and well your actually related to another member of the team “ bruce explained . 

“ please don’t say it bucky .. i mean i may be from south but not that far down south “ she grimaced . 

“ no it’s not bucky or steve actually it’s nat it would appear you two share same mother “ . 

“ holy shit i had dirty dreams about my little sisters sister “ jack blurted out .

“ please say i’m adopted too “ izzy face scrunched up in disgust as she stood away from her twin . 

“ your birth father well he was also part of nats life” bruce  went more quietly . 

“ shit bruce are you my dad” she gasped. 

“ do i look old enough to be your…. Nevermind actually turns out alexei shostakov is who your birth father “ bruce called . 

“ i did not see that coming “ nat mouth fell open 

“ wait the dude that pretended to be your dad then … you have got to be shitting me really?  Can we not pretend it was an alien “ she whined. 

“ sorry kiddo we’ll see you guys soon “ he hung up . 

“ what do he mean see you soon” she turned to tony. “ who’s we “ . 

“ the team hey your one of us mean priority is to stop whoever’s after you “ tony shrugged. 

“ i knew we had a sisterly bond” nat smirked . 

“ so my dad is guy that sold you?” jessie finally spoke up as nat nodded .” what the shit “ he sighed . 

“ i know right but you got two adoptive sister lets hope you didn’t have dirty thoughts about nat too “ she winced. 

“ nah i like that wanda chick we ain’t related to her in anyway are we?” he asked. 

“ ok moving on from that how the hell is alexei my dad?” she asked  . 

“ i’ll see if yelena can find out” nat pulled out her phone . “ hey lena we got more siblings “ she called walking out the room . 

 “ really no sign of being et “ she asked . 

“ sorry kitty cat “ tony patted her shoulder .  

Honestly she couldn’t believe one simple trip home well would result in all of this , nat being her sister  and the widows host/adoptive dad being her birth father and her being a lab experiment for hydra just tied it all in a neat bow serious how she wasn’t in a padded room albeit there was still time for that . she also had the team coming to the ranch in matter of hours and now she was hiding in her room trying to make sense of it all . 

“ come in “ she called as the knock on her door snapped her from her thoughts 

“ just wanted to check see you were ok “ bucky poke his head in .

“  i’m ok i think it still doesn’t feel real like this is so crazy all in a day i find out i’m adopted , nats my sister  so is yelena in a way which also mean i’m not even american right?  Oh god  what is my life” she fell on her bed staring at the ceiling. 

“ an your not an alien “ he pointed out . 

“ i was kinda hoping for that” she sighed . 

“ well turned out alexei volunteered for some red room / hydra thing back in the day before they severed ties  now he’s gushing about how his boy and his girls are well you know ” . 

“ yeah i think jessie would actually shoot him “ she laughed . 

“ he does want to meet you but nat told him that was up to you and to give you time  but yelena is on her way “ he said. “ she heard someone attacked and well “ 

“ she is very all for family “ she nodded. 

“ yeah jacks currently have a identity crisis asking is nat his sister too “  he lay beside her. 

“ bet you didn’t think this was going to happen when you agree to be my fake boyfriend “ she snorted honestly it had to be a joke right . 

“ i was thinking alien too cause doll you are out of this world “ he smirked as she broke out into laughter. 

“ oh my god you did not just say that  and steve said you were a ladies man sure you weren’t the dork back then “ .

“ you doubting my skills “ he sat up leaning over her . 

“ yes after that yess” she laughed alittle and yet she leaned up . 

They were mere inches apart before a banging on the door . 

“ hey teams here” nat yelled as bucky fell back . 

“ COME ON “ she yelled so close and yet so far . 

“ we could pretend to be asleep “ bucky groaned getting off the floor . 

“ nah nats waiting” she huffed. 

“ she’s right i am come onnn” nat sang . 

“ to be continued “ she winked before heading out the door .  

“ thanks natalia “ bucky groaned as the widow snorted . 

“ sorry barnes maybe  you can woo my little sister… so fun to say “ she smirked .

part 7

taglist : @vicmc624 @babble28 @scott-loki-barnes @ozwriterchick

[stupidvillainousposts]

I Giveth to You, Werewolf Ford Being Yelled at By Children!

Fidds, using a wet cloth to clean Stan's wounds: There ya go, hon. Just a little bit cleaner and we can get some coverin' on it, 'kay?

Stan: *Groans and Nods* Just get it over with.

Fidds: *Sighs* Oh, my poor darlin'.

Tate, entering the room: Uh, Pop? Stan? I think one o' the pups got too rowdy with a squirrel or somethin'. There's a whole lotta blood on the... walls...

Fidds: Now, Tate, I know this looks bad, but I promise Ford didn't mean nothin' by it.

Tate: Wait, Stanford did this? Stan, yer own brother did this t' ya?!

Stan, tiredly: It's Werewolf Law, kid. The stronger pack members are allowed to fight for the position of pack leader. Besides, he coulda banished me, then I'd really be S.O.L.

Tate, seething: He shouldn'ta fought ya at all! What kinda siblin' does somethin' like that?!

Stan, attempting to sit up: One acting on instinct; don't get so worked up, I'm feeling- FUCK! *Falls Flat Onto the Bed in Pain* Shit, guess I forgot about the bites.

Tate: *Turns and Storms Away to Find Ford*

Fidds: TATE!

Stan: Let him go, Honey Bunches. Hearing Ford get snapped at by a kid actually sounds kinda funny.

Fidds: *Groans* Stanley...

-Downstairs-

Tate: *Sees Ford Talking to Soos and Wendy About Cleaning the Lobby* YOU!

Ford, under his breath: Ah, crap. This kid? *To Tate* What do you want? I've got important matters to take care of.

Tate: Yeah, like pretending all o' this damage wasn't yer fault!

Wendy: Whoa, dude; that's a bit of a huge assumption.

Tate: Not an "assumption" if Stan himself told me what happened! You and yer stupid "Werewolf Law"! It's just an excuse t' attack Stan at his lowest and you know it!

Wendy: Tate, what are you talking about?

Soos: Yeah, little dude, those are big accusations.

Tate: Ya think I'm lyin'?! Go upstairs and see fer yerself! My dad can barely sit up without bein' in pain! Got blood runnin' down his neck and stainin' Pop's hands! And all so what? Ya could take head o' the family?!

Ford: Tate, if it was that simple of a construct I wouldn't have had to do what I did.

Wendy: Wait, what? So you did hurt Stan?

Tate: YES! Nearly killed him!

Ford: THAT BITE BARELY NICKED HIS JUGULAR! *Realizes His Mistake and Groans* No, I didn't mean- Just, let me explain-

Wendy: Explain what?! How upset you are that he's still alive?!

Ford: How dare you?! I would NEVER-

Tate: Try and kill yer brother? Tell that to the one who's bleedin' out rivers o' blood!

Fidds: Children, that is ENOUGH!

Tate and Wendy: *Go Silent*

Fidds: Soos, take the children outside so they can calm down.

Soos: But Dad Fidds-

Fidds: Jesus Ramirez, do NOT make me ask ya again!

Soos, surprised but understanding: Yeah. Y-yeah, okay. Sorry. *Leads Tate and Wendy Outside*

Fidds, once the other are outside: Look, I don't want anymore fights breakin' out, so as long as ya can learn t' walk away when the kids provoke ya fer any reason, ya can stay here.

Ford: What? This is my pack, you can't just-

Fidds: *Turns Into a Giant Bat and Screeches*

Ford, cowering slightly: Uh, yeah, uh-huh. Got it. Loud and clear.

Fidds, returning to his normal form: Good. Now go find some supplies and clean the lobby. I don't like lookin' at my own fiancé's blood splatterin' the walls.

[dinaanana]

What If Verlaine Trained Teenager!Reader?

the Character is from Stormbringer Novel

synopsis: Fluff/Crack

Paul Verlaine x Teenager!Reader (Platonic!)

(He's so pretty)

(Pretend you're Also a stormbringer Character aswell)

So first of all This Man is strict asf. so Brace Yourselves

(Didn't he also Train Kyouka and Gin? Yeah)

There's no problem with training you either

If you already know Any type of Martial Arts or MMA he's Glad to hear that.

When he Looks at you working out and f you do Something he doesn't like? You get the exercises wrong? He's making you Do 50 Push ups 50 Sit Ups and yeah☠️

And if you're still lazy Then you'll be doing 100 instead of 50 (He is really nice isn't he)

(Obv he trains You in his musty ass Basement)

Sometimes Chuuya Watches As His big Brother Trains you He's just Standing there like 🧍 while you're fighting for your own Life

And when you look at him with Tired eyes and drenched In sweat Asking for Help? he just Smirks and Shakes his Head

Verlaine doesn't care about Your age if you're young or not if you think that you're young and he's gonna go easy on you Nah you're wrong .

You're Training to be an Assassin for the Port mafia. After all

Not only he teaches you martial arts but he also teaches you how to use A gun a Knife Anything for self defence

''Oh my god I'm tired'' You whine as you Lay on your back all sweaty and breathing heavily

'Did I hear something?'' He Looks down At your lying form

''I- no-'' You know what's coming Next.

''Im not deaf,You're doing 100 push ups and 100 sit ups Right now.'' He Says in Stern tone with his French accent

We also Know that To become an Assasin you have to get used to Alot of Gore.

I mean You gotta see some Gorey shit everyday You're a Mafioso After all.

Training with him is Bit Intense

But you'll become Stronger and It boosts your confidence Everyday Around other Ppl soo It's worth it 100%

You're literally being trained By king of Assassin's how could you not be strong I mean.. you can knock Down 10 Grown men With Just Using your fists

After Years of training He asks you to have Hand to hand combat With Him

Well you put up A great right but you still lose ''You may not win against me But you put Up a great fight.Thing The Members older than you in Port Mafia can't do..'' He Says

(Bro the things I'll do To be trained by This Man omg I don't mean it cuz I simp for him and not in A creepy way tho☠️)

After Training for like Years You go on your first Mission and guess what

When you come back With the mission accomplished

You go down in the basement to tell him the News but he already knows That,Ge Comes near you looking down at you and He Pats u on Shoulder ''Good Job.'' with His French accent.

He's like a Proud dad when his Kid Gets high score in elementary school omg

He also Tells you to read books (If you don't like reading them) He'll tell you That Assasin Are suppose to be Smart and not dumb Like you (Not to Insult you just to Get you to read Them)

You agree after that and ask him what type Of books you shall read and he Suggest you to read Some detective Books By Some Authors Like Agatha Christie and etc.

And if you already read Alot of books? he praises you and tells you you're doing Great

(Except If you read Wattpad stories ☠️)

Anyways

Training with him is Amazing but Very I mean very exhausting even thought you Barely Can walk after all the Exercises and Training

Id rate him

10/10 tho

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

Here's part 2 of Caught. Just a warning that this does feature some homophobic language (the f slur a few times and Terry's nasty views on gay people as a whole)

I wrote it to show Colin's internal struggle. He loves his brother, doesn't care that he's gay but still lives with the knowledge of how Terry thinks and what he'd do. I also forgot to mention (I said it on ao3) that this takes place in s1 and Terry is in prison

Also I hope Fiona doesn't sound too OOC. In this universe since she's dating a Milkovich herself, she wouldn't really care all that much that Ian is doing the same thing with Mickey

@callivich

@zutaralesbian (I didn't know if you'd want to be tagged or not but I saw in your tags when you reblogged the first part that it was an interesting premise)

Anyway, here's chapter 2:

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Colin stood with his back to the front door for nearly a minute. While he promised Fiona he’d go talk to Mickey, he wasn’t really sure how to do that. Milkovich’s didn’t do heart-to-heart talks. They didn’t even apologize, just moved on, pretending it never happened. 

And what the fuck is he even supposed to say? Did Mickey need more reassurance? He already said he didn’t give a shit, should be enough damn assurance. 

He rubbed the side of his nose. Goddamn it, he wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t care but this was out of his expertise. Finding out his brother was a fag was just mind blowing. He’d never peg Mick as one of them. Weren’t they supposed to be weak and shit? Terry always said you could tell who was a fag and who wasn’t. But Colin wouldn’t have been able to tell if Gallagher or Mickey were by just looking at them. 

He was so fucking confused. 

“He needs to know you aren’t going to kick his ass over it.” 

He wouldn’t, and that’s what made the situation all the more complicated. He should hate Mickey on the spot, to think of him as nothing more than vermin. That’s what Terry said.

And well, Colin used to agree. Until he stopped giving a fuck. He didn’t know when that happened, when he would have willingly participated in a good ol’ fag bash to being indifferent so long as it didn’t involve him. 

He’d brush off Terry’s rants about them, not bothering to speak up because he knew it’d only earn him his dad’s wrath. But now, knowing Mickey was hearing all of this, living a life no one else knew about, made his stomach twist uncomfortably. 

He’d be expected to go in there and beat the living shit out of him. Kick him out and let him live on the streets. His little brother that he used to help feed and entice him to walk by dangling cigarette butts and other things a child that young shouldn't be touching. 

“Make sure he’s okay,” Fiona’s voice came back to him. 

Colin blew out a puff of air, going right towards Mickey’s bedroom without knocking. 

He found his youngest brother shoving clothes into a duffle bag, making him stop in his tracks. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” 

“What’s it look like, dipshit?” Mickey shot back defensively. His hand was itching to grab the handgun that was laying on his dresser. “I’m getting out of here.” 

“Why?” Colin demanded. 

“Don’t act fucking stupid. It’s what you want,” Mickey was incredibly tense, like he was expecting a fight to break out. 

“When the fuck did I tell you to leave?” Colin shoved him. Mickey took this as a sign to fight; he pushed with all his might so his older brother’s back would land against the wall with a thud. 

Fuck that. Colin hurled himself on top of Mickey, knocking him to the floor so he was effectively pinned. He tried to fight against it, but Colin had his hands pressed into the boy’s shoulders. 

“What is your problem?” He demanded. Mickey wasn’t responding, he was doing whatever he could to get away. “Fucking hell-Mickey! Answer me or I swear to fucking God I’m going to knock your teeth out!” 

His shout had stirred Mandy, who shrieked at them to shut the fuck up. 

Below him, Mickey was breathing heavily, staring up with wide, panicked eyes. 

He was supposed to look his brother in the eyes and beat him within an inch of his life, to make him think twice about fucking other guys. 

“Calm down,” Colin probably should have known that wasn’t going to do much but give him a fucking break. He was new to this. “I don’t know what your fucking problem is but I said I didn’t give a shit about you liking dick.”

“Like I believe a damn word of that,” Mickey snapped. 

“What the fuck do you want me to say, dickhead?” Frustration leaked into Colin’s voice. “You want me to hold your damn hand or somethin’?” 

“Fuck you!” Mickey tried to kneed him in the balls. If it weren’t for Colin being stronger than his brother, he would’ve been nursing some black and blue balls. “You’re just gonna go and tell Dad anyway!” 

“What?” Colin stared down at him. “Why the fuck would I do that?” 

This seemed to make his brother freeze, staring back up at him warily. 

Jesus. Mickey really thought Colin was going to tell him like he got some sick enjoyment out of knowing what would end up happening to him if their psychotic father knew. 

And he didn’t- a horrible feeling crawled up Colin’s back with the realization that while Mickey had seemingly reacted well out there, he must have been fucking terrified about what was going to happen once they were alone. 

He didn’t know. Didn’t think about this at all. Other than a few obligatory dick jokes at Mick’s expense, Colin didn’t think this was going to be an issue. 

“God, Mickey,” Colin sat back, taking his hands off his brother. “I’m not-I won’t tell Dad about this.” 

He peeled himself off Mickey, standing up. His brother slowly did the same, eyeing him suspiciously. 

“Why?” He said. 

Colin raised his eyebrows. “Do you want me to tell him?” 

“No, you asshole,” Mickey said, looking like he was gearing up for another fight. 

“Okay, then. What’s the problem?” 

“But...” Mickey looked younger all of a sudden. The anger was gone, now he just seemed confused. “I’m a fag.” 

Colin shrugged. “Yeah. But you’re still my brother.” 

At this, Mickey’s gaze turned gobsmacked, rendering him speechless. 

“We both know what Terry would do,” Colin said, voice quiet. “I ain’t doin’ that to you.” 

Mickey blinked, arms limply hanging by his sides. He stared at Colin for what felt like a long time, nodding slowly. 

“Just be careful, okay? If you’re gonna suck some dick, do it where Terry won’t find you.” 

He didn’t want to think about Terry ever finding out. But one thing’s for sure, he’d fucking kill the bastard if he had to before he ever let him touch Mickey. 

“Yeah,” Mickey sounded a bit dazed. “Okay.” 

Colin contemplated his next thought, clicking his tongue. “I ain’t gonna make you tell Ig or Mandy, but they ain’t gonna care either.” 

“I ain’t tellin’ them,” Mickey was shaking his head. 

“Okay,” Colin shrugged. 

Silence permeated the air. 

They’d spent too much time in touchy-feely territory, so Colin decided to break it up. “So,” he said casually, “Ian, huh?” 

“Don’t fucking start,” Mickey said warningly. 

Colin couldn’t help but smirk at the blush on his brother’s cheeks.  “Didn’t know you liked redheads.” 

This just embarrassed Mickey further, much to his amusement. “Don’t you have a fucking date to get ready for?” 

“Fiona will understand,” he reasoned. Mickey scowled. “So, you gonna unpack your shit and quit actin’ so dramatic?” 

“Whatever,” Mickey grumbled, but he did just that, pulling his clothes out to stuff back into his dresser drawers. 

“I meant what I said, you know,” Colin said, watching Mickey slow his movements. “I don’t care. You’re my brother no matter if you like dick or not. That ain’t changin’.” 

Mickey’s eyes flickered to him. “Thanks,” he said, shifting his footing. 

“I just got one question,” Colin said seriously. 

“What?” 

Colin couldn’t keep up the serious facade any longer, and let a grin bloom over his face. “Who sticks it in who?” 

---

“So, a Milkovich, huh?” 

The Gallagher house was quiet. Surprisingly, none of the other kids were up yet so no one else knew about Fiona or Ian’s whereabouts last night. She’d rather keep it that way, at least concerning herself. No need to tell them anything right now. 

After having changed into fresh clothes, taking care of her hair and brushing her teeth, Fiona went back downstairs to wait. Ian changed too, but he was going to go back to bed once he got a cup of juice to quench his thirst. 

They sat across from each other, neither one speaking at first. Fiona observed the way her brother ducked his head a little, a flush taking over his face that made his freckles stand out more than they already did. 

“Yeah,” his eyes dropped down to his cup, hands wrapped around it. 

“How’d that happen?” Fiona said with curiosity. She never would have thought Mickey Milkovich of all people was secretly gay, and to be dating her brother on top of it. 

Ian raked his teeth over his lower lip, contemplating. “He was shopping from Kash and Grab,” he said. “Linda gave Kash a gun to keep him from doing it again but he took that too. So I went to the Milkovich house to get it back.” 

Fiona was dumbfounded. Not many people had the balls to go to that house after all the rumors that circled around the SouthSide about them. 

“Okay, and then what happened?” 

Taking a deep breath, ian said, “I went in his room and kind poked him with a tire iron-” 

“What the fuck?” 

“He tried to fight me,” Ian recounted, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Jesus, I’m surprised that’s all he tried to do,” she shook her head. “Then what happened?” 

Given the sheepish smile and the way he wouldn’t look her in the eyes, Fiona is fairly sure she won’t like the answer. “We fucked.” 

“You fought and you fucked?” She said incredulously. 

“Yeah...” 

There was so much she wanted to say, but it was probably hypocritical considering she had her own Milkovich. Instead, she tucked a curl behind her ear, choosing her next word carefully. “Does anyone else know?” 

“No,” Ian said, looking pleadingly at her. “And you can’t tell anyone.” 

“I won’t,” she promised, taking a glance at the clock on the microwave. 

Still had around ten minutes ‘till she had to leave. 

“You're not upset,” Ian began, causing her to look his way, “are you?” 

The question kinda threw her off. “Upset about what?” 

“Me and Mickey,” he said quietly. 

“Ian, you know I don't have a problem with you being gay.” 

“No,” he shook his head, “not that. I mean because he's a Milkovich.” 

“I can't really say anything, can I?” She shrugged. “It’s surprisin’ but if you're happy that's all that matters. Besides, anyone can see Mickey clearly feels the same.” 

This information made Ian beam. He'd never really had any crushes  before like Lip did, at least any that he told her about. There was his whole obsession with Justin Timberlake, though, when he managed to get his hands on a CD and for a long while they all had to endure that music. 

“What about you and Colin?” Ian said, “How’d that happen?” 

“Would you believe I was drunk off my ass?” Fiona rolled her eyes. “Went to a new bar after a shitty shift. He was there too, didn’t even recognize him at first.” 

“And you...fucked?” Ian clarified. 

“Yeah,” she said simply. “Made out before that for a while before I realized who he was.” 

She’d initially not known what to think once some of the haze in her head cleared up a bit, staring into the bright eyes of Colin Milkovich. She’d heard all the rumors, of course, who hadn’t? She knew what a screwed up mess his family was, but it wasn’t like she had it any better with Frank and Monica. 

So Fiona said fuck it and went for it. The two of them had sex in the single stall bathroom for what she believed would be the first and only time. 

Only, it hadn’t been. 

The two of them found more ways to be around each other, coming into each other’s presence unnecessarily, which led to them to fuck on a non regular basis. 

Ian nodded, taking it all in. 

“Just promise me something,” she said once the silence started to settle. 

He sat up a little straighter. “What’s that?” 

“Promise me you’ll be safe?” She said seriously. “Their dad isn’t like Frank. He’s much worse and he’ll fuck you up and get a bunch of his buddies to do the same. If you want to be with Mickey, fine, but you need to be smart about it.” 

“I will,” he said immediately. “Don’t worry, Fi. We’ll be careful Mickey’s scared about it too.” 

“He told you that?” 

“Didn’t have to,” Ian said grimly. She let out a heavy sigh.  

It shouldn’t be like this. She shouldn't have to worry about her brother or his boyfriend getting jumped or worse. But as long as people like Terry Milkovich roamed the streets, neither one of them would be safe.

Her brother’s voice brought her out of her musings. 

“I didn't expect Colin to be okay with it.” 

“With Mickey being gay?” She said. 

He nodded. “I know Mandy's not like that but from what Mickey said, his brother and cousins all follow his dad's lead.” 

“He's not his dad,” Fiona knew that for a fact. “Neither is Iggy. They just can't let Terry know that.” 

“Jesus,” Ian muttered. He looked at her, like he was able to say something else. “Do you think Mickey's okay? I think he was a bit freaked out that you and Colin know.” 

“He's probably fine,” Fiona said. At least, she thought so. Whether Colin would handle this appropriately was debatable. When Ian yawned, she smiled fondly. “Get some sleep, Sweetface. You still got work later.” 

“Okay,” he got up to rinse his cup, dragging himself up the stairs. “Night, Fi.” 

“Night,” she watched him disappear around the corner. 

[lgbtlunaverse]

Just read your post about Nie Mingjue not understanding Jin Guangyao’s excuses not to throw Xue Yang out of the Jin window. I love your insight!!!

May I ask what, in your opinion, was Lan Xichen’s view on all this? Because he is the peacemaker, he seems to side with jgy always, but also can’t possibly know about the demonic cultivation…

(that’s the post, btw. Don’t know if you’ve made more than one) https://www.tumblr.com/lgbtlunaverse/744152124570697728?source=share

I'd argue that lan xichen doesn't really always side with jin guangyao, and related to this exact incident we can later hear him telling jin guangyao not to "provoke" Nie Mingjue anymore, while assuring him that things with da-ge are fine. He's a peacemaker, like you said. His ideal solution is getting everyone to just be nice to each other. And because Nie Mingjue is the one most outwardly angry, his first instinct in any fight is to get him to calm down so they can have a civil discussion or, even better, just drop the subject and pretend it never happened. Since jin guangyao is usually also eager to drop the subject, this means they end up agreeing. But it's more of a sign that their methods of conflict resolution are compatible than a sign that they always agree. (There are certainly times lxc genuinely agrees with jgy and disagrees with nmj! But i'd say it's not as universal as fandom makes it seem)

Indeed, since Xichen also doesn't know about the demonic cultivation, I kind of believe Xichen sort of agrees with Nie Mingjue that Jin Guangyao could get away with killing xue yang– he just thinks da-ge's way is the wrong way to go about asking that of him– because as far as xichen is concerned, jin guangyao actually was planning on killing Xue Yang!

Remember, after the fight, jgy tells nmj that he'll bring him xue yang's head. To Xichen, this is a satisfying solution, because it gets da-ge what he wants so he can calm down, which is always xichen's goal. If he believed doing this put jgy in serious danger, he might have objected a bit more. But he evidently thinks the risk is minor enough to be worth it for the ultimate sake of peace.

Him stopping nmj is about just that, making sure no one gets killed. And reminding nmj that jgy's family mistreats him, in that light, sounds less like an argument that he can't do it and more of a plea to give him more time to figure things out. (Again, Xichen is always eager to delay or avoid confrontation)

To Xichen, here's what happened: Jin Guangshan refuses to kill xue yang, nmj got really mad at a-yao over that, xichen de-escalated the situation, and a-yao promised to kill xue yang, he just needed time to do so. Yay! Solved! Except then da-ge died. (Yes, jgy killed him, and was never planning on killing xue yang, but xichen didn't know that) And xue yang was freed, but a-yao and he were busy grieving their oldest sworn brother! They kind of had other things going on! And then, some amount of months later, Jin Guangshan died, A-Yao became chief cultivator, and promptly killed xue yang! (He wasn't dead, but xichen didn't know that) Everything worked out in the end, it's only an unfortunate tragedy that da-ge died too soon to see that a-yao really was dedicated to him. 😔

We don't know what his exact reaction was before the nieyao stairs confrontation, but it was probably in the rough shape of xichen very politely asking jgy if he could at least try to convince his dad, and jgy saying he would but he wasn't sure if it'd work. That seems like something they'd do.

[v3nusxsky]

We both know how much I love your writing so I have to request some more sub Larissa x dom reader. (Plot is completely changeable as always I'll happily read whatever you write.)

My idea was r and Larissa went to school together. They had a mutual dislike of each other, r thought Larissa was stuck up and a rich prick who didn't know anything about real life and Larissa was annoyed r didn't apply themselves because they were smart.

Flashforward to present and r is at parents weekend since they look after their little brother and Larissa invites r back to her office for wine for a catch up and they end up finally admitting why they both annoyed eachother so much is because they both had a thing for the other and they finally end up fucking and r lovingly teasing Larissa about how submissive she is for them compared to how dominant she pretends to be for her job?

If it fits could you include biting/marking kink, bondage, breeding kink, bratty Larissa 9

Wand lots of after care?

Thank you so much!

Smoke and mirrors 18+

*Authors note~ only one tonight guys I’m sorry! I have to go on a family trip tomorrow so it’s been stressing me out preventing me from writing. Also car trouble which is equally as stressful! But here we go, I hope this is okay for you all*

Trigger Warnings~slight angst? Sub l dom r biting/marking kink breeding kink degrading and praise kink mommy kink strap on, oral sex

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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You'd changed a lot since your Nevermore days, that much was certain, you and your brother Emerson had lost your mother three years ago. Since then, you'd raised him as practically your own son. Your ability is telepathy while he was a siren. So it really made sense that you were to send him to Nevermore just like your parents had with you. Your time at Nevermore was nothing but enjoyable apart from the stuck up rich prick that you had a dorm with. The raven haired girl wasn't so bad, hardly ever stayed in Ophelia hall but the blonde? God you couldn't stand how she acted or held herself. Really she didn't know anything about real life where you have to fight for everything and anything. Nothing is handed to you on a plate. Running to daddy wasn't an option because daddy was never there. It wasn't just you though, Larissa found you irritating, to her you could apply yourself more to your studdies, stop leaving everything to the last minute and take some responsibility for yourself. You had the brains and she knew that, she just wished you would use them more.

Arriving for Emerson's first parent's weekend was exciting, you'd missed the young lad and truly couldn't wait to hear about his experiences at Nevermore. What you were not expecting was to be greeted by Larissa. Surly she would've left Nevermore like you? It appeared not. "Emer? Who's that?" You whispered to your brother causing him to smile, "Principal Weems, she said I can go her anytime I miss mom or dad." So it appeared she did have a kind part of her. Interestingly. Maybe your younger self misjudged the blonde.

After she did her talk to officially start parent's weekend she began to mingle, making a beeline for you. "Emerson is this your sister darling?" She practically purred as the young boy smiled and happily introduced you to her. "Well well well, how many years has it been love? I'm sorry about Diane, she was always wonderful to me" she murmured and you nodded in thanks, "it's been a while, your principal now?" Pleasant conversation was made until Emerson's friend came to ask if he'd go into Jericho with his family and him, of course you chucked and ruffled your brothers hair okaying it. "Well it seems your at a loose end, would you like to come and catch up in my office? I have wine" she chuckled hoping the wine would sell you, truly she wanted to know about you, this air of maturity and responsibility allowing her to see how truly magical you are.

That was how you found yourself three glasses into her bottle of wine staring at the blonde, wondering how she would taste on your tongue. Perhaps that's why you did it, you lunged forward to capture the blondes lips before practically mounting her lap. Glasses of wine long forgotten as you straddled her lap, your hands roaming her clothed body as Larissa just let you. A submissive act. A smirk adorned your now slightly swollen lips, "do you want this Larissa?" You practically purred her name causing her to nod enthusiastically and cry, "please god please."

That was all it took for you to move down her body until she could lay flat on her back. Only then did you tear through her clothing to admire her in all her beautiful glory. "God you're stunning" you whimpered to her as you kissed every inch of her bare skin, loving the little gasps of need mixed with pain as you pinched and tugged on her pert buds. "Oh god please" she whined to you causing to nip at her breast, "who am I darling?"

"M-mommy?" She whispered causing you to find her stuttering adorable, the all dominant principal being nothing but a slut for her mommy just added to the power play. "Good girl darling, mommy will fix it okay?" The speed the blondes head was nodding almost had you feeling it would fall off, "please gods I need you!"

After teasing her thighs you took your first swipe from her glistening folds and you were a goner. As if you'd taken a hit of your favourite drug and needed more you dove back into her cunt, licking sucking and lapping at it. It was if you thought she'd run dry and you'd never get enough. A starving woman for the blonde. Larissa's whines and mewls for more only spurred you on in your task. You couldn't help but moan around her clit at the taste of her before slipping two fingers into her soaking cunt. "Oh god! Mommy god please wanna cum" she mewled as you lightly scrapped your teeth over the rock hard bud.

"Cum for me gorgeous" was all you offered before you went back to harshly sucking on her aching bundle of nerves. With a very undignified squeal you were reward for all your effort as her cum drenched your fingers, her hips bucking wildly to ride her orgasm out. Of course you stayed there to help her through and saver your reward before kissing back up her body. "Shall we move this to your bedroom baby?" The hazy smile and nod of her head followed by her attempting to stand on shaky legs gave you your answer. "Oh no you don't princess, I've got you" you murmured before picking the blonde up, despite her blatant attempts to say she's far too heavy only for you to capture her lips to shut her up.

Tossing the blonde on a bed like nothing more than a mere rag doll you asked where she kept her toys and of course like the good little submissive she directed you to them. There you found a wide range, so it appears the snobby uptight blonde is actually rather normal. Who would've known? Selecting what you wanted, a double ended dildo that could vibrate you made your way back to the blonde. You were admiring the marks you left on her ivory skin, the desire to make more, to add to the collection running rampant in your mind. The blonde squirming in anticipation on the bed gave you more ideas.

Larissa Weems most certainly wasn't planning to spend her parent's weekend bound to her bed at the complete mercy of her ex roommate who she thought still hated her and vice versa, but it was true what they say, there's a thin line between love and hate. You couldn't help but smile at the blonde being helpless and at your mercy. "Look at the Principal of Nevermore being nothing more than a whore for me" you teased as you secured the faux dick before teasing her soaking slit with the cock head. "Mommy! Please please put it in" she whined feeling sensitive from her previous orgasm. "Okay princess, but I will not be stopping till I've come, using you like nothing more than a flashlight for mommy."

You did just that of course, you were humping the faux cock into her pussy at such a force and pace that all she could think see and feel was you. The sight of her eyes rolling back into her beautiful brain with every brush the head of your cock made with her cervix. Her moans now nothing but incoherent babbles and pleads to continue. Of course you complied, using her fluttering hole until you wanted to stop. "God I'm gonna fill you up so good princess, gonna make you so round and full for mommy. You'd like that huh? Nothing more than a cum dumpster for mommy. Watching you swell as you carried my child. God you look so beautiful all pregnant from me" you panted as your orgasm took over your thrusts.

Larissa came around your cock for the third time as you both rode out your climaxes together before you slipped from her now extremely sensitive cunt. Her cum still seeping from her hole giving you a sense of pride. You tossed the strap to the side and immediately came to hold the blonde to your chest. It is common that submissive people find it hard to regulate after such intense feelings but the beating of your heart could work to ground her. What you were not expecting was to feel a wetness hitting your bare chest. Her shoulders shaking with sobs but no sound. She was crying.

"Larissa? Darling talk to me what can I do love?" You murmured coming to stroke her hair. Hopefully you were providing some kind of comfort. "I - m sorry for how rude I was at school. I just I didn't want you to fail because you are capable of great things. I was hard on you because I wasn't ready to admit I liked girls. I liked you. I'm so sorry" she sobbed not really taking any breaths in between her words but some how you still caught them all. "Such a silly golden goose, Larissa I knew that. I wasn't ready either darling, I saw you as something I desire but can never have that's why I said those things. I like you too my goose."

The silence that overtook you both was pleasant and comfortable, both just soaking in the words the other said. But you were the first to break it. "Can I take you on a date Risa?" You murmured to the blonde causing her to smile and nod happily, "yes!" You matched her smile and tilted her head to steal a kiss. "Can I tell everyone that the Principal of Nevermore is my very own personal and private submissive little whore?" You teased causing the blonde to smack your arm, "and ruin my reputation? No way mommy!" The sounds of your laughs filling the blondes bedroom as she snuggled impossibly closer to you. "You are so perfect my golden goose" you murmured before a sweet kiss was pressed to her blonde curls. "Sleep my darling girl, you need your rest, I plan to use my pretty pet in a few hours time."

Word count~ 1910

[mrssoapmactavish]

maneater - chapter one

"if you're in it for love, you ain't gonna get too far"

this is the 'first' part of the andromeda series! still working on an official title for it all, but when it's set in stone, that'll be how you can easily find these works :)

mdni at all times! ageless/empty blogs are not welcome here!!

steve harrington had always had a bit of a thing for the emotionally distant women, even if no one would dare point it out to the boy. maybe it's the abandonment from his parents, but it's most definitely not the healthiest thing in the world for him, in fact more often than not leaving him heartbroken, such is the case with the last 'girlfriend' he'd had, nancy wheeler.

after barb's disappearance, she had gone from interested like the sweet, naive schoolgirl falling head-first for the captain of the basketball team like his parents would've hoped for him– if they were actually around, mind you– to detached, then eventually very obviously palling around with jonathan byers.

after accepting the fact that nancy was never really his to begin with– and accepting the heart-aching sting of unrequited love, another emptiness in his life that swallows him whole with loneliness– things had mostly re-stabilized. he was back to hating classes, having tommy and carol still chirping in his ear like nothing had happened. like him and tommy didn't get into a fight last year around this time, before steve had been back into the endless cycle of girls throwing themselves at him, basketball, and feeling oh so alone.

and now, lo and behold, the year he's bound to graduate and he's been applying to colleges and universities left and right, he saw billy hargrove and his two sisters.

sure, he already had a bone to pick with billy himself– the kid had the whole bad-boy thing going on, all the girls that hadn't had a chance to get swayed or swooned over king steve were utterly enamored– but he was pretty indifferent about the young redhead, knowing that the kids would eventually have something to say and he'd get an earful secondhand from nancy.

no, his interest was in the dirty blonde in the leather jacket with cherry-red lips and a furrow in her brows.

she'd been cold and detached when he had first approached her. fine, cool, he totally gets it. but seeing the way billy had given him the nastiest side-eye for greeting his sibling? it lit a fire in him, something he hadn't really felt for a while, and seeing her in his first class of the day stoked it, the flames licking within him, even if he can feel the sting of guilt knowing that this new student is just as interesting to him as nancy had been.

his eyes were locked on her, even as he pretended to laugh along with whatever stupid jest tommy had made that had carol smacking his shoulder and lecturing him, and the way she shifted her balance from foot to foot in front of the class as the insufferable chem teacher continues to ask her about herself.

"we moved from orange county. me, my brother, our half-sister, step-mom and our dad." her tone is full of boredom; she'd rather be anywhere but here, he can feel it coming off of her in waves, but his curious mind swirls at all the possibilities of what she'd rather be doing.

the thought of the girl in a cheerleading uniform just didn't fit. no, she's not the type of girl to spell out a cheer, to shake those ruffled pompoms and get the crowd roaring with excitement. nor was she the sports type; the idea of seeing her in short volleyball shorts is being filed away for later, though, don't get him wrong.

no, the first thought that comes to his head about what she would be doing is something steve harrington would've avoided a year ago.

it's strange to him; he'd never been a big fan of heavier music, always preferring catchy, danceable songs about love, parties, and other light topics, but he could close his eyes now and hear music blasting from an amplifier. she's the type to smell like vanilla and cinnamon, mostly to cover the smell of nicotine from sharing a pack with that ratty brother of hers.

the longer he watches her clash against the teachers' attempt to integrate the outsider into the class community, the more he can imagine of her. the type to drink beer at a party, to hang around whatever friends her brother had because the girls bore her with their chatty nature and mindless gossip.

as much as he wants nothing to do with the 'hargrove' name, he'd give up as many practices as possible to get so much as a glimpse into this girls personal life.

watching the girl walk with confidence but no real anger in her gait to the back of the class, sitting herself down at a table with no other students to be left the hell alone, steve finds himself staring down at his watch. he could swing skipping practice today, maybe, just to see if she'd talk to him more.

"this kinda looks like your old girlfriend, hahaha!" - scotty, evil dead (1981)

steve is, quite honestly, indifferent about the fact that he didn't choose to just skip basketball practice today. on the downside, hargrove is here, smirking and snide and really just giving far too much sass, making him seem like a scrawny kid who only got called the captain of the team because he was king steve.

he'd be absolutely fuming and ready to bitch and moan about this all afternoon and evening to anyone who'll listen– tommy, probably, and try to tone it down a bit more when he's around nancy later– if there wasn't a certain cherry-lipped blonde sitting on the stands, flipping through some boring, keep-you-busy magazine.

sure, he knows the girl won't talk much with him, but it means that the very least he can do is focus more on the game, if only to selfishly hope he'll catch her eye and at least be talked to more than a scowled out greeting. he's dying to talk to someone who doesn't know him as the same prick he was throughout highschool, he's realized.

someone who doesn't, hasn't, or never will associate him with that horrid label of king steve. maybe someone who'll look at him, what he does hanging around the school and occasionally chauffering around some of the kids, and see someone interesting. valuable. worth her time.

too bad his train of thought distracts him from keeping his footing, because it makes it much easier for billy to knock him off his feet, leaving steve to slam down against the scuffed gym floor. now that's embarrassing, he thinks to himself, what a way to make a first impression.

he's not sure whether or not billy had seen the glances towards his sister, he assumes it's the reason for the abrupt shove to the ground, especially in a no-contact sport like basketball. one thing he's very well aware of, however, is the pair of eyes on him from high up in the stands, watching his movements. it makes part of him feel elated; the idea of finally catching her attention, even if it's just because of a loud noise and a human concern for pain, sends a ripple of excitement through his veins.

steve is helped up to his feet, but not before billy mutters something he doesn't quite catch or process right away. "should've planted your feet," the californian mutters, then continuing on with the game like nothing had happened, the jeering and taunts continuing.

steve is no fool; knows that billy hargrove is aiming to dethrone him as king of hawkins high.

a year ago, that might have irked him. his popularity was all that kept his facade together, the glue that kept steve harrington from being exposed as a kid, desparately seeking meaningful connection, something he'd never gotten from his parents. he doesn't like seeking external validation, but because he'd never truly gotten it unconditionally from his parents, he knows it's what he needs to survive. and christ, what's so wrong with him that he doesn't deserve even a single attaboy?

but now? now that he and nancy have been slowly falling apart and he's having to face the fact that he's lost his first love, who he's been turning around for, reforming from his old ways for? now that tommy hagan and carol perkins are only faking friendship with steve, all because steve wouldn't let them call nancy a whore for hanging around jonathan byers?

he couldn't care less. as long as he has something to keep his mind off of the loneliness that seeps into his bones, a reason to stay as far away from his empty home as possible, a reason to come to school every day.. he's alright. at least, he hopes he is.

as he puts on the facade of not being affected or rattled by this entire revelation from the floor of the hawkins high basketball court, he notices that billy hargrove's sister watches intently from the stands, no longer bored and flipping through her magazine to occupy her idle hands and mind.

it's strange, how even just that brings a smile to his face.

[gretavanfunk]

Fighting Fire (Series)

Chapter Fourteen

Word Count: 8,120

Summary: Stevie and Sam never seemed to be what people refer to as "two peas in a pod" growing up. He got under her skin more times than she could count and Sam was desperate to be on a level playing field as his older brother and Stevie's best friend, Jake. One summer, Sam is forced to face his demons and in turn, Stevie is too.

Warnings: sexual content 18+, minors DNI

This story is written and edited by me and it is my baby so I hope some people out there can enjoy it as much as I enjoy creating it! If there are typos, bear with me lol we are getting close to the end, you guys!

Chapter Fourteen Playlist for the vibes!

Sam pouted as he reached for his wine glass and noticed it was empty. Stevie had originally planned to rush and get Sam to go home, but after reconciling, she realized she just wanted him to stay. So now, they were tangled in each other and drinking orange juice from wine glasses on the couch.

"So," Stevie smiled, taking the glass out of his hand and setting it down on the coffee table, "Circling back to this, why do you have Josh's car?"

Sam chuckled and reached his hands for her hips again, pulling her close to him, "The twins are in town visiting my parents. They pretty much forced me into the car."

"Oh, I see," Stevie narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips together, "So, you only came over here and professed your love for me because your brothers told you to."

"Stevie," Sam rolled his eyes, "Give me a break."

She laughed and kissed him quickly, squeezing his shoulders with her hands, "Remind me to thank Josh later."

"Well," Sam scoffed, "You'd be surprised to know that Jake was the most convincing."

Stevie backed away from Sam and raised her eyebrows with a smirk, "Oh really?"

Sam nodded, humming in confirmation, "Oh yeah, it was very dramatic too. You would have loved it!"

"What did he say?" Stevie eyed Sam suspiciously and he smiled, "Something like 'you can't let her go" or along those lines."

"Aww, Jake," Stevie blushed, "That's sweet."

"Yeah, yeah," Sam rolled his eyes, "He's great. Moving on!"

"Sam, come on," Stevie chuckled teasingly, "The jealousy has no leg to stand on anymore. You are my boyfriend now."

Sam's cheeks flushed and he smiled wide, "Can you say that again?"

Stevie groaned and Sam kissed her jaw before nuzzling his face against her neck, "Come on babe. Humor me."

She sighed and hugged him close to her, "You're my boyfriend."

"Ah, it's just so satisfying to hear you say it," Sam let out a little giggle and Stevie smiled.

"It feels kind of weird," Stevie giggled, "We're dating?"

"I mean," Sam laughed loudly, "We were doing a lot more than dating before we got here."

"Yeah," Stevie snuggled into him, "I guess we did everything backward."

She pressed a soft kiss onto his jaw and ran her hand through his hair, "I didn't know how I could ever forgive you, but I have slowly realized that anything material doesn't matter at the end of the day."

"Stevie," Sam whispered, "I can't go back and change what happened, no matter how much I wish I could."

"I know," Stevie sat up and looked at him sadly, "Nobody loved that boat as much as my dad did."

Stevie sighed and shook her head, "But, he's not here. And nothing is the same anymore. I don't want to go on pretending that everything I do needs to be for him. I don't want to go on pretending that I don't want you."

Sam hummed, resting his head on her shoulder, "It's okay to be upset with me, Stevie. It doesn't make me love you any less."

"No," Stevie smiled, "It's stupid to be mad over something so irrelevant to my life. I don't even fucking know how to drive a boat, Sam."

He smiled when he heard her laughter, feeling the vibration of her voice against his cheek. Sam didn't want to rush in and tell her that he had it fixed. He thought it would be better to see the look on her face when she saw it for herself. Honestly, he thought he'd have to beg her to come back to the lake house before she even thought about forgiving him, but it was more validating than anything to know she felt the same way he did about her.

"So, are you coming back to the lake house then?" Sam asked, lightly chuckling along with her.

She nodded and laughed harder, "Apparently my job is fully staffed for the first time ever."

Sam scoffed, "Well, I'm glad. It's not the same without you."

"You've been there the whole time?" Stevie pulled away from him, cocking her eyebrow.

Sam sighed and held his hands up in defense, "Yes, but I couldn't just go home! I had to do something, anything at all."

Stevie kept her poker face for another second before the corners of her lips curved up into a small smirk, "Of course you did. I knew you wouldn't leave."

"What?" Sam narrowed his eyes and sassed her, "How would you know?"

She crossed her arms over her chest and smiled wider, "You never do anything I tell you to do, Sam."

"That's not true!" Sam argued, "I do lots of things you tell me to do!"

Sam wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and inched his way towards her, making Stevie roll her eyes, "Yeah! When it benefits you!"

Sam smiled and shrugged, "Touché."

Stevie stopped fighting him off and let him wrap his arms around her again, sighing at the warmth of his body and resting her head in the crook of his neck.

"Why don't we go now?" she asked, and Sam looked down at her confusedly, "Right now?"

"I mean why not?" Stevie sat back and looked up at him with excitement, "I'm wide awake! I could drive the two hours, no problem!"

"It's kind of late, Stevie," Sam smiled, "I don't have any problem just holding you here all night."

"True," Stevie hummed, "But it would be nice to wake up to the sun on the water in the morning, don't you think?"

Sam rubbed the back of his neck and bit his lip nervously, not wanting the surprise of all of the updates he did to the house to be wasted on the very minimal lighting of the middle of the night. However, this didn't go unnoticed by Stevie, who watched him with careful eyes.

"Sam," Stevie taunted, "Why are you getting all weird about going tonight? You love spontaneous plans!"

Sam drew a sharp breath and fought back laughter, "Well, I sort of have a surprise for you and I don't know if the middle of the night is the best time to show you."

Stevie gasped and sat up straighter, pulling herself off of him completely to pry, "Oh, God. What did you do?"

"Nothing! Nothing bad," Sam sighed with a smile, "I promise you'll love it! It just might not have the same effect at night as it will during the day."

She crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head, "Well fine, we don't have to go tonight!"

She stood up and held her hands out for him to take, "But, come on!"

Sam made a face, questioning her motive, "What are you doing?"

"Let's go! We're not staying here," Stevie tilted her head and smiled, "We're going to see your family."

"What?" Sam groaned, "Why? Don't we see them enough?"

"You do," Stevie teased, "I gotta take what I can get! Besides, I haven't seen Ronnie in weeks!"

"Stevie, it's late! Let's just stay here," Sam pouted and she scoffed, "You can stay here if you want, but I know for a fact your whole family is still awake."

Sam narrowed his eyes and took her hands with a huff, "Fine! See? I do what you say."

"Yet you always put up a fight," Stevie shook her head, pulling him to his feet.

Sam groaned and Stevie laughed, "It'll be just like old times! All of us together, none of us fighting!"

Sam grinned and nodded accepting how much Stevie craved that normalcy and he pullled her into another hug, "Okay, okay. Let's go then."

Stevie squealed and went upstairs to get some clothes for the night. Sam cleaned up the wine glasses and put her Rumors album away while he waited, smiling to himself when he saw his note on her fridge. He rummaged through the junk drawer once again to add a new one to her collection.

"I love you."

Once Stevie came running down the stairs, Sam took her bag from her, swinging the keys around his finger. He opened the front door to put the bag in the Jeep and Stevie looked over the kitchen and made sure everything was turned off. He jumped when his foot hit the untouched box Stevie had left on the ground and called out to her.

"Steve," Sam shouted, "Your box is still out here!"

"Oh fuck," Stevie muttered, and she hurried to go and grab it, pushing past Sam and sighing, "All of this is probably stupid junk anyway."

"There might be something important in there, otherwise why would he bother bringing it to you?" Sam asked, crouching down to pick it up and hand it to her.

"Probably just to be a pain in the ass," Stevie rolled her eyes, and she dug around in it.

"My Michigan hoodie, didn't even know I was missing that," Stevie chuckled, "Pictures I'm going to end up burning, yeah. All of it is junk."

She saw a small box at the bottom of it and tilted her head with a frown, "What the hell is this?"

She picked it up and popped the box open to see a tiny opal stone perched on top of a golden band and she gasped, "What the fuck?"

Sam inched over her shoulder to get a better look, and he bit his lip, "A ring?"

"My mom's wedding ring," Stevie stated through gritted teeth, "How the fuck did Ryan get his hands on this?"

"Did your dad give it to him?" Sam asked and Stevie slammed the ring box shut, tossing it back into the pile of stuff, and shook her head, "I would hope not. My dad should've known better than to have Ryan propose with something so cursed."

"Stevie," Sam sighed, "It probably meant something more than your mom to him. I mean, he did pick it out, didn't he?"

Stevie took a deep breath and threw the box inside before shutting the front door and locking it, "I guess so, but he would know I wouldn't want to wear her ring. He would know it would piss me off to even see it."

Sam laughed lightly and shrugged, "Maybe that's why he suggested it. Maybe he didn't want you to say yes."

Sam started walking to the Jeep just as Stevie looked up to glance at him and she stood back for a moment, thinking about what he said before a smile crept across her face and she followed him. Maybe Sam was right. Perhaps that was her dad's plan all along. Something like that would make a lot more sense to Stevie and it was just her dad's smart-ass way to tell her to get her head out of her ass. She chuckled at the thought of him telling Ryan that she would love it and the way his eyes were probably full of mischief that Ryan couldn't see.

Stevie snuck up behind Sam as he was putting the bag in the back seat and she wrapped her arms around his torso, squeezing him so hard he grunted, "Jeez, woman!"

He turned around and smiled down at her as she continued to hug him, smiling up at him too.

"I love you," Stevie mumbled, and Sam leaned down to kiss her, "I love you too."

"Thanks for coming back for me," Stevie said, and Sam laughed before wrapping his arms around her too, "I'll always come back for you."

He kissed her forehead and reached over to pop open the passenger door, motioning her to it, "Come on, let's go hang out with the in-laws."

Stevie laughed and rolled her eyes, climbing into the Jeep and buckling herself in as Sam shut her door and made his way around to the driver's seat. When he started driving, Sam's hand quickly found its way to Stevie's thigh and she laid her hand on top of his, lacing their fingers together. She let out a sigh of relief, thankful that she was, for once in her life, taking a risk wholeheartedly with him.

Sure, everything about this summer had been risky but up until now, Stevie had been overly cautious regarding Sam. Making things official with him felt like an ode to her true self and made her feel more authentic than she ever felt before. It was finally just Sam and Stevie out in the open. No secrets. No hiding. That was part of the reason she wanted to see everyone else anyway. She was excited and she wanted to share that, especially with her best friends who had all been waiting on the sidelines, watching this saga transpire and hoping it would work out.

When they pulled up to the house, Stevie could see Josh's face peek out of the curtains in the front window and he smiled when he saw them, running to the front door and opening it. Sam sighed with a smile and shook his head at Stevie, "This is what you wanted isn't it? My never-ending embarrassment?"

Stevie laughed, unbuckled her seatbelt, and rolled her eyes, "All of that time spent pining after me and now you're embarrassed to be seen with me? Make up your mind!"

Sam narrowed his eyes and unbuckled his seat belt too, "You know what I mean, Stevie."

They both got out of the car and Sam met her on the passenger side of the Jeep, grabbing her bag and reaching for her hand.

"You finally have bragging rights, ya know," Stevie smiled, "Making it out of the friend zone and such."

"The teasing will be insufferable," Sam muttered, and Stevie brought his hand up to her lips, kissing his fingers and letting it fall back into place, "You love the attention, Sam."

He bumped his hip into hers as they walked up to the house and Josh started clapping, "I have never been prouder in my life."

"Oh, shut up," Sam groaned, and Stevie laughed, "I would've ended up crawling back to him anyway."

Sam gasped and glared at her, "Are you serious? You have always been way too proud to do something like that."

"It's different now that it's you," Stevie shrugged, "But showing up to my house unannounced definitely helped."

Josh cooed in adoration and wrapped them both in a group hug, "We were waiting to hear for an update, ya know! Took forever!"

The three of them ushered inside the house where Ronnie and Jake remained chatting on the sofa. They turned to look at them walk in and Ronnie waved a fist in the air, "There they are! Holding hands and everything."

Jake and Stevie exchanged soft smiles, and he crossed his arms over his chest, "So, what's the verdict with you two?"

Sam looked at Stevie nervously and she chuckled, turning back to face them and shrugging before muttering sheepishly, "He's my boyfriend."

The three siblings erupted in cheers and Stevie squeezed Sam's hand as she watched his cheeks tint pink. Josh threw an arm around Sam and Stevie again and squeezed them tightly, "Ah, everything in the world makes sense again."

Sam shook his head, let go of Stevie's hand, and shoved Josh off of him, "Okay, diva. Enough."

He gave Stevie a knowing look and headed to his room to put her bag away, so Stevie looked at her friends before her and smiled, "It's good, right?"

"Look at the way your eyes are shining," Ronnie giggled, "It's gotta be good if you feel like that!"

Jake nodded in agreement, "Yeah, as long as it makes you happy. I knew it would too considering the questions you've been asking me."

He wiggled his eyebrows and Stevie laughed, walking over to him and punching him lightly before nuzzling her way in between him and Ronnie, "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

She wrapped her arms around Jake and squeezed him and Josh sat on the floor, "So, tell us what happened!"

"Yes! I have been so far behind, you're gonna have to catch me up," Ronnie said as she adjusted her seat.

"Oh my God," Stevie laughed, "It was like a movie, you guys. Sam showed up and Ryan was on my porch."

"What?" Jake asked and Josh gasped, "He was not!"

Stevie nodded aggressively, "He was! He was bringing some of my stuff to the house and before I even realized what was happening Sam punched him right in the nose."

"Oh God," Josh laughed, and Jake shook his head, "Not exactly as smooth as I was hoping he'd be."

"Well, Ryan left and then me and Sam fought for a while. I'll spare you the details of course."

"Oh, Jesus Christ," Josh held his face in his hands, "You fucked before you even made up didn't you?"

Stevie made a suggestive face and started laughing earning groans from either side of her and Jake shoved her, "Gross, Steve."

"Hey! I said I'd spare you the details!" Stevie exclaimed with laughter and each of them shivered in discomfort. "So, what now?" Jake asked and Josh nodded, "Yeah, are you going to move to Nashville or something?"

Stevie shrugged, "I don't know. I haven't figured anything out at all. Nashville doesn't feel like it's my speed though. I guess I'll have to think about it."

"You guys will make it work," Jake sighed, "He won't lose you now that he's finally got you, that's for sure."

Stevie smiled as she saw Sam round the corner and lean against the doorframe to the living room, "Are you guys done with the teasing?"

Josh turned around with a wide grin, "Sammy, you know better than to hope the teasing will ever end!"

"Congrats little brother," Ronnie scrunched her nose with a smile and applauded, "You bagged the best woman you'll ever get."

Sam rolled his eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he shrugged, "I know."

Stevie's heart twisted and for a moment, she wished it had just been the two of them in the room but she took a sharp breath and turned to Ronnie, hitting her knee.

"You, lady!" Stevie exclaimed, "Tell me about your Florida trip! What'd ya get into?"

"Oh my God," Ronnie started laughing loudly, "I completely forgot I have news of my own!"

"You're pregnant!" Josh shouted and Stevie gasped, throwing a pillow at him, "Josh, shut up!"

"God, no!" Ronnie made a face of disgust, "Tyler asked me to move in with him!"

"Oh my gosh," Stevie gasped, "Finally! What'd you say?"

Ronnie chuckled and shrugged, "I told him I'd think about it. I'm obviously going to agree but I can't give my eagerness away."

"Wow," Sam laughed, "I'm sure that makes him feel absolutely thrilled."

Ronnie flipped Sam off, "You don't get it, Sam. That's why it took you, what, like twelve years to get with Stevie?"

Sam scoffed, "I'll never pretend to understand the ways of the female mind."

"Anyway," Stevie laughed, "Congrats Ronnie! That's so exciting!"

"No ring though?" Josh grabbed his sister's hand and examined her fingers.

Ronnie ripped it away from him and narrowed her eyes, "No, weirdo. That doesn't matter."

"I know," Josh chuckled, "Just teasing. See Sam? Nobody is immune!"

"Finally getting out of this place, Ron, good for you!" Jake smiled, "I like Tyler. I hope I still do in the future."

Jake gave his sister a knowing look as he took a sip from a beer and Ronnie rolled her eyes, "Yes, because if you punch your own brother in the face, I can't imagine what you'd do to him."

"Psh," Josh laughed, "Ronnie, getting punched in the face is nothing compared to what we've all done to each other in the past."

"Do I have to remind you of the sliding glass door incident?" Jake smirked at Ronnie and then glanced at Josh who immediately cracked into a fit of laughter with his twin.

Stevie studied them with a look of amazement and chuckled, "I'm so glad you guys can laugh about that now."

"Good times," Josh said, wiping the corner of his eye.

The four of them remained that way for the rest of the evening, sitting around and talking about memories they've made or plans to make in the future. This was exactly what Stevie had wanted them to do all summer before all of the drama got in the way and she was excited to put all of that behind her, eager for what this change would mean to her going forward. The best part about that was she didn't need to figure it out now. She could just hold onto this moment without any worry in the world.

It was well into the late hours of the night when the group decided to toss in their towels and say their goodnights. There was a new sense of nerves surging their way through Stevie as she lazily followed Sam into his room. Staying in Sam's childhood bedroom with him after so many sleepovers and years of bunking with Ronnie felt like official, tangible evidence of the lines that had been crossed from friends to more.

There was something so adolescent about the butterflies in her stomach as she and Sam got ready for bed together. She never thought about it when they shared a bed at her place, but now the tables had turned, and she was the one staying over. All the comfort and control were out of her hands now and for some reason, that made her feel anxious.

"You okay?" Sam asked as he sat beside her on the bed, sighing in relaxation and wrapping his arm around her.

"Yeah," Stevie confirmed, "It's just so weird to be in here with you like this."

"Really?" Sam scoffed, "Why? We've spent the night together plenty of times by now!"

"Well, yes," Stevie rolled her eyes, "But not here in your childhood bedroom!"

"Oh," Sam chuckled, "Does it freak you out?"

Stevie hugged her arms to her chest and cuddled up into him without saying anything and Sam hummed, leaning over to plant a kiss on her jaw, "Or does it secretly turn you on?" "God, Sam," Stevie giggled, "We are in your parent's house!"

"That wouldn't stop you and you know it," Sam whispered, and Stevie felt goosebumps creep across her skin.

She hated that he was right because even though it made her slightly uncomfortable, she wasn't stopping him from sneaking his hands under her shirt or moving his kisses from her jaw to her neck. No, if anything, she was tilting her head to make the process easier for him.

Over the time Stevie had spent with Sam intimately, she was always surprised by how quickly Sam could flip the switch into something sexual. She had never been one to be that way, but the way he could be so enticing to her made the switch just as easy for her too.

"Mmhmm," Sam hummed against her skin, "I knew it would turn you on. There have been countless times I've laid here in this very bed and thought about getting you in it."

"Sam," Stevie sighed, "Just shut up and get on with it."

Sam pulled away from her but kept his hand where it was, tracing over the skin on her stomach lightly, "You should know better than to rush me, Stevie. That never gets you what you want."

"Hmm," Stevie smiled, and she turned away from him, getting herself situated under his bed covers and snuggling into a pillow, "Goodnight then."

Sam let out a loud laugh and he crawled under the covers too but wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him, "You're not going to last, Stevie. I know you and I know you're already thinking about it."

She bit her lip and turned to face him, smiling at him, "You're such a little shit."

"But I'm right," Sam smirked, and he pressed his forehead against hers causing Stevie to close her eyes as the warmth of his breathing hit her face. Her hands touched his chest, sliding their way up over his shoulders and to the back of his neck, "So, what foul things would you imagine doing with me in here, hm?"

"Oh, so many things," Sam hummed and shook his head, "But there's something in particular that I have been thinking a lot about recently."

"What's that?" Stevie opened her eyes to meet his gaze, and her stomach twisted by the intensity of his stare.

"Lay on your back and find out," Sam winked and lifted the blanket to get under it. Stevie rolled her eyes but did as he said, gasping when Sam grabbed her thighs, parting her legs aggressively.

"Sam," Stevie whined, "I don't like when I can't see you."

Sam let out a muffled snicker from under the blanket and Stevie lifted it to peek at him. His head was in between her legs, and he winked again, leaning over to press a kiss into her inner thigh.

"Stop peeking," Sam said, "Just close your eyes and let the element of surprise have its moment."

"Ugh," Stevie groaned, "But watching you adds so much more to it!" "Flattery. You're smart for that," Sam laughed, "But you always rush, babe. Just relax and stop being so wound up."

Stevie glared at him but smiled, letting the blanket fall again and biting the inside of her cheek when she heard Sam giggle. She stared at the ceiling and ran her hands through her hair nervously. Sam was moving at such a slow pace, barely moving her underwear down her legs and she tried to do what he said and relax, but not knowing what he was doing was annoying. When her garment was finally completely off, Sam gripped her thighs again, pushing them even farther apart and Stevie bent her knees involuntarily.

"Are you relaxing like I told you?" Sam asked, "You're being a little fidgety."

"Sam," Stevie muttered, "I am doing my best up here!"

Sam wiggled his way up the bed and popped his head out from under the blanket with a shit-eating grin on his face, "I think you might like this more than you think you do, Stevie."

He tilted his head and laid it lightly on her chest and Stevie smiled at the little twinkle in his eyes, but her smile quickly morphed into a gasp when Sam's fingers raked through her folds, alerting her of how wet she already was.

"Feel that?" Sam licked his lips quickly and sighed, "I haven't even done anything yet."

"Mmm," Stevie shifted herself slightly and smiled, "Could you move up a little higher, babe?"

"No, no, no," Sam removed his hand from her and kissed the center of her chest, "That is not how this is gonna work."

Sam went back to his previous spot and Stevie pouted, "Fine, fine! I'll do what you say."

"Wow, I'm surprised you broke so quickly," Sam chuckled, "I guess I need to boss you around more often."

"Ah, I wouldn't get used to it," Stevie combated but hissed when Sam blew lightly on her core, "I already miss your submissiveness."

"I bet you do, you little control freak," Sam laughed but he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him, making her laugh.

When Sam's tongue finally met Stevie's clit, she sighed in relief and let her eyes flutter shut, trying to be as relaxed as she possibly could. Of course, she wanted him to quicken the pace a bit and she had to fight the urge of grinding her hips against him, but something about the gentleness was sweet, so she decided to trust Sam and follow his lead. She was trying to live out his fantasy anyway.

Stevie knew she was stubborn, and being with someone like Sam, maybe even more stubborn than she was, posed difficulties. However, she was convinced that this only made things more exciting between them. She never had so much pushback from someone before and the way Sam challenged her more than anyone else made her think more deeply.

Like right now, Sam was focusing just on the act of pleasing her and forcing her to use her imagination on what he looked like going down on her. It was infuriating, but it was also hot in a desperate kind of way. He did have a point about her constant need to rush and finish as quickly as possible, so without admitting any fault, she was relishing the fact that he was teaching her to take her time with her pleasure.

And Sam really took his time too. He started out slowly, lapping his tongue against her softly, but he would switch up and suck her clit into his mouth when he wanted to hear her moan a little louder. As much as Stevie was relaxed, she was also very in tune with the fact that they were still in Sam's family home and she knew she'd be clowned until the end of time if anyone overheard.

Sam pulled his mouth away for a minute, replacing it with his thumb, "Stevie, stop overthinking up there."

She moaned softly before scoffing, "What? What are you talking about? I haven't even done anything."

"Exactly," Sam jested, "I wanna hear you, baby. Stop thinking about if anyone else can. For the last time, relax."

"I am relaxed!" Stevie whisper-shouted, "But your sister's room is right across the hall and Josh's room is right next door."

"Let them hear you," Sam laughed, "I want them too."

"You are sick," Stevie chuckled but Sam pulled the blanket down to look at her.

Seeing his face immediately made Stevie's heart pound by how rosy his cheeks were, and she had to bite her lip to keep from giggling.

"I know you're holding back, Stevie," Sam raised an eyebrow at her, "I am familiar with how you sound."

"You wanna hear it for real?" Stevie asked, "Then let me watch you."

Sam shook his head, "No. I want you to lie down, close your eyes, and only think about the way it feels. Use that amazing imagination of yours."

Stevie rolled her eyes at him but laid back and sighed, "Fine, fine. Whatever you say."

Sam smiled and lifted the blanket back over himself, knowing that she needed something more. So, he held her hip with one hand and let the other hand snake up her torso to her chest, holding onto one of her breasts. His mouth quickly found its way back to her clit, quickening the movement of his tongue against her, and sure enough, Stevie was louder.

"Oh, shit," she groaned, "That's better."

Sam laughed against her, causing goosebumps to creep over her skin from the vibrations. Once she finally listened to him, she screwed her eyes shut, completely enveloped in the way everything felt so slippery and warm. That thought alone made her stomach tighten. She thought about the sheen of sweat that must've been forming on his skin under this blanket or the way his face would be completely drenched by her and she groaned at the thought. She could feel Sam's lips curve up into a smile and she let a hand fall beside her, gripping the sheet beneath it.

"Holy fuck," Stevie whispered, "Go faster!"

Sam's hand left her chest, coming back down to her other hips as he tightened his grip on her. His tongue fought against her, and he buried his face deeper into her. Now, Stevie had no choice but to grind against him. Her stomach was knotted, and she couldn't stop the embarrassing string of high-pitched moans that escaped her as the ecstasy of an orgasm washed over her.

Sam had only eaten her out once before and each time the feeling had been so mind-boggling that she wasn't able to control herself. Which she figured was the point of his incessant need to tell her what to do the whole time. When she finally came down, Sam kissed her clit softly and tore the blanket from over him, crawling up her body with a smile.

"You finally listened to me," he praised, and she smiled, still panting, and flipped him off. Sam laughed and kissed her forehead, "Good job. Do you think you could come again?"

Stevie furrowed her brows together and shook her head, "No way! Now it's my turn to have the fantasy."

"Oh?" Sam smirked, "And what's that?"

Stevie took a deep breath and sat up, pointing to the edge of the bed and pulling her hair up into a ponytail, "Go sit."

"What? On the edge of the bed?" Sam asked and she rolled her eyes and laughed, "Yes, you know what I mean. It's not rocket science."

"Damn, okay," Sam held his hands up, "You're bossy."

"Hmm," Stevie shook her head, "Says you."

Sam did as he was told and he watched her as she stood from the bed and walked in front of him, settling on her knees on the floor in front of him. She smiled at the excitement in his eyes, and she lifted her arms over her head, giving him a knowing look. Sam sunk his teeth into his bottom lip and reached out to her, hesitantly gripping her t-shirt and pulling it from her.

"Fuck," he whispered, "This is even better than I pictured it."

Stevie smiled and commanded, "Stand up."

Sam stood and Stevie quickly grabbed the waistband of his pants, pulling them down and smirking as she watched his dick break free from the restraint of clothing.

"Sit," she instructed, and Sam followed suit as Stevie scooted on her knees closer to him. Her tongue raked over the length of him and Sam's lips parted as he watched her intently, leaning back on his hands.

"So pretty," Stevie muttered and smiled, making Sam immediately blush.

Her eyes flicked up to his and he groaned as her mouth wrapped around the tip and sunk down until he touched the back of her throat. Stevie held her hand up to Sam and she started to bob her head, not even bothering to tell him what she wanted from him before he took her by the wrist and licked the length of her palm. Stevie then gripped his dick with her hand, pumping him against the moment of her mouth. The sight of it and the way she didn't even bother to stop and tell him to lick her was extremely pornographic to him. It was hard for Sam to even keep his composure, already letting a spew of profanities leave his lips.

Stevie worked quickly, too quick for Sam's comfort, but just watching her was enough to make him come. He had already been so hard from listening to her earlier. Sam's hand gripped her hair, moving her faster and Stevie flicked her tongue around him, adding to the sensation. He hissed and squeezed his eyes shut, twitching in her mouth.

"Fuck," Sam moaned, "I'm gonna come."

Stevie watched him closely, never breaking eye contact as she removed her mouth from him, using her hand to guide him to his finish. She watched him come, letting it drip down over her chest and smiling down at it like a piece of artwork. Sam's eyes widened in amazement at how proud she looked of herself and she met his eyes again with a smile.

"I knew you'd picture me on my knees for you in here," she smiled, "Was it everything you dreamed of?"

Sam rolled his eyes and leaned forward, taking her face in his hands and kissing her quickly, "Nothing could've compared to reality."

Stevie smiled and grabbed her shirt from the floor beside her, using it to wipe her chest clean and Sam gasped, "Don't do that! Don't ruin your shirt!"

"Eh," Stevie shrugged, "Who needs clothes anyway?"

She grabbed Sam's sweatpants and balled them up, tossing them to the other side of the room and he laughed, grabbing her hand and helping her up.

"I love you," he whispered, and she pushed his hair back, smiling, "I love you."

"Come on," Sam pulled her into him, kissing her again, "Let's go to sleep."

The next morning, Stevie was relieved that nobody mentioned anything about what they possibly could have heard the night before. The five of them went out and got bagels together before Sam and Stevie made the trek back to the lake house. Stevie felt even better when she discovered that the twins were staying in Michigan until Sam was ready to go home, so they would be much closer and available for more hangouts if the time ever came for it.

It took some time to get Rosie situated in Stevie's car, but Sam didn't need to bring anything else since all of his stuff was still at the house anyway. So, he took it upon himself to be the chauffer for the day and they started their journey by stopping back over at Stevie's place.

"This won't take long, I just need to get all of my stuff together," Stevie explained as they got out of the car and filed into the house.

"Okay, do you need my help again with the packing?" Sam gave Stevie a smug look and she hummed, hugging him loosely and shaking her head before reaching up to kiss him, "No, I'll be right down!"

She hurried up the stairs, but not before Sam reached out and smacked her ass, earning a scolding look in return. He blew her a kiss and watched her walk away. Once she was out of sight, Sam took a deep breath and inched his way to the box Ryan left for Stevie, snatching the ring box from the top of the pile. He slipped the ring out of the box and set it back, trying to not make it obvious that it had been touched.

Sam had no idea what he was going to do with it. He just knew he didn't want it to go to waste knowing that Stevie would throw it away. Stevie had always had tense feelings towards her mom, and Sam knew this, but he also knew that this ring was more connected to Stevie's dad than it ever was to her mom. Sam remembers the story fully well. Stevie's dad recited it to him many times, although Stevie had her own version of the same story.

They were high school sweethearts. Nathan was so in love with her. So, as soon as he had saved enough money from playing gigs, he picked out the simplest ring with her favorite stone and proposed to her. Their marriage wasn't a long one. Not even a year after Stevie was born her mother split town and it left her dad devastated.

Stevie's version had more curse words about how her mom was a selfish bitch, but Sam's dad also lived through this with Nathan and because he already had three kids of his own, it was easy for them to support each other through it. To Sam, the ring still felt like a piece of Stevie's dad and that meant something, even if he wasn't entirely sure what it was.

He slipped the ring into his pocket and went to the kitchen, trying to play it cool as if he wasn't snooping around. Stevie jumped to the head of the stairs with her bag thudding on the ground beside her, "Samuel! Are you ready?"

"I'm just waiting for you, babe," Sam peeked around the corner up at her and grinned, "Time to go?"

"I'm officially ready! Record timing for the packing, am I right?" Stevie picked up her bag again and skipped down the stairs to him, grabbing his hand and tugging him out the door.

"Yeah," Sam laughed nervously, "Honestly impressive. I haven't seen you this excited in a while!"

Stevie opened the front door and pushed him out, closing it behind her and locking it, "I am excited! I'm happy."

Sam took the car keys out of her hand and grabbed her waist, pulling her into him, kissing her quickly, "Good. I'm happy too! Now, let's go enjoy the rest of our summer."

They loaded up into Stevie's car and she rubbed her hands together anxiously and batted her eyelashes at Sam, "Before we get anywhere, we need to get some road trip snacks. Please?"

"Anything for my girl," Sam nodded, turning the car on and pulling away from the house.

Rosie inched her way in between them from the back seat and Stevie turned to her, petting her head and planting a kiss on her face, "Don't worry girl. I'll sneak a snack for you too!"

"Be careful," Sam raised his eyebrows at Stevie, "Her tummy is sensitive."

"I'm sure it is with how much human food you sneak to her," Stevie teased and Sam rolled his eyes, "But she's my happy girl, isn't that right Rose?"

Sam delivered on their snack run and filled up Stevie's car with gas. The two of them talked and laughed, held hands, and sang songs for the rest of their trip. It was very reminiscent of their youthful years spent in the car on the way up to the lake with all of them and her dad leading the circus.

That was something she always loved about Sam, even when he would get under her skin, and she'd want to rip his head off. He always had been goofy with a sense of childlike wonder. And after all of this time and the hell he had been through over the years, Stevie was relieved that he never lost that.

As they pulled up to the lake house, Stevie laughed when she heard the squeal of excitement escape Sam's lips. She captured the moment in her mind as she watched the edge of his eyes wrinkle from the smile that was wide across his face.

"We're here!" Sam exclaimed, "I can't wait for you to see everything! I'm just hoping you like it."

"I'm so scared," Stevie admitted with a nervous chuckle and Sam gasped, pouring at her, "Scared of what? Don't you trust me?"

"Not really," Stevie laughed some more and Sam rolled his eyes, "Well... just keep an open mind."

She nodded and they got out of her car, gathering their stuff. Sam let Rosie out and instructed Stevie to just leave her bag by the door, too eager to fiddle with any of their stuff in the moment. He held onto her hand and walked up to the front door with her, passing the key to her and she smiled, taking it from him and hesitantly unlocking the door.

When she pushed the door open, there wasn't any obvious change so she gave Sam a careful look and tip toed inside. Sam chuckled behind her and urged her to walk in.

"Don't be scared! Go," Sam said, "Start in the living room."

Stevie took a deep breath and picked up her pace, walking down the hallway to where the living room opened up and her eyes widened at the sight of it. It looked straight out of a magazine the way Sam had decorated it. Almost lining up exactly with all of the inspiration she found on Pinterest.

It was still very much her dad's lake house living room, but there were brighter pops of color and some updated pieces of furniture. For instance, the chair that everyone hated was no longer there and was replaced with a much comfier, modern option.

There were more throw pillows and blankets, giving a much more psychedelic and bohemian vibe than her dad's old rustic, hunting like decor. Some of the posters and albums from her dad's study hung up as art pieces too and she smiled at the sight of them being used in that way.

"Wow," Stevie sighed, "This is beautiful, Sam!"

"It is?" Sam bite his lip and smiled, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah!" Stevie nodded, "It's better than I could've even made it out to be! You did this yourself?"

Sam nodded and held up a finger, "Oh, that's not all, Stephanie!"

Stevie glared at him but bit her tongue, letting him have his excitement instead of pestering him about her name and she followed his lead up the stairs.

"I'm not sure if you wanted to update some of your old bedroom stuff," Sam explained as he gripped the doorknobs to the master bedroom, pushing them open, "But, I went ahead and moved all of your old bedroom stuff to this one."

"Oh no," Stevie gasped, mortified, "You went through my old bedroom?"

Sam laughed and he gave her a knowing look, "Don't worry, I didn't find anything embarrassing."

"I don't even know all of the stuff I had in there," Stevie sighed but she smiled as she looked around, "Jeez, it's crazy how different it already feels in here."

"A good different, I hope," Sam said and she looked back at him and smiled, "Yes, very good different."

She laughed as she looked around again, "I'm gonna need to update this though for sure!"

She pointed at her old cork board from her middle school days that was covered in girly photographs and corny inspirational quotes, "Not really my thing anymore."

"Aw, you don't want to be reminded to keep calm and carry on anymore?" Sam jested and she rolled her eyes, "Maybe you could keep it on your tour bus!"

He stuck his tongue out at her and reached for her hand again, "Okay and one more thing in the house to show you!"

"Ah, I'm nervous!" Stevie exclaimed and Sam led her to the door of the study, which now had a very nice wooden art piece hanging above it.

Inscribed into the wood said "Where the magic happens" and Stevie snorted a laugh, "What is this? A sex dungeon?"

Sam's jaw dropped open and he furrowed his eyebrows, "Get your head out of the gutter, lady! I wouldn't put any of that on display! That's for my eyes only, thank you."

Sam popped open the door and what was once her dad's music room was transformed into the office of Stevie's dreams. The walls were painted with solid color on three of them and a beautiful mural on one. There was a sturdy, dark wooden desk that homed her computer and had plenty of space for storage. Not to mention, so many books tucked away in bookshelves along the wall. Sam kept the remainder of the music memorabilia hung up in here too, including a nice wall mount for Rosetta.

"Oh my God," Stevie gawked at the room and her smile widen, taking in all of the details.

"See? This is where the magic happens," Sam wore a proud smirk and crossed his arms over his chest, "Your own study where you can write and focus while you do so."

"Sam," Stevie whispered, "This is absolutely incredible. I can't believe you did this!"

"I didn't want to risk you not doing this for yourself because of my mistakes," Sam explained, "Plus, that's not even all of it."

"What? There's more?" Stevie looked at him with a bewildered expression and she laughed, "This is already so much! You perfectly incorporated everything to be my own with hints of my dad! I don't even know what to say."

"Don't say anything," Sam said and he held his hand out for her to take again, "Just follow me!"

Stevie still looked shocked as she took his hand and let him lead her back downstairs and outside. They stopped at the garage and she could feel the nerves bouncing off of him as he went to the keypad by the garage door, typing in the code and standing back beside her as the door rose.

As each inch of the door rose higher, it was slowly revealed to her that the boat, Pearly Queen, had been fixed. It was almost as if it had never even been touched.

"What the fuck?" Stevie scoffed, "But.. how did you-?"

"I had someone come and fix it," Sam shrugged, "I know how much this thing meant to your dad and I felt absolutely crushed knowing that I destroyed it."

"But, how? How does it look almost brand new?" Stevie waked closer to the boat, touching it lightly with the palm of her hand and Sam chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.

"Beats me! That guy was an absolute wizard," Sam said and Stevie smiled up at him, removing her hand from the boat and rushing towards him.

She grabbed his face in her hands and pulled him into a kiss and when she broke apart from him, she wrapped her arms around him tightly.

"Thank you," Stevie said, "I don't even know how you got all of this done but it's all extremely sweet and just thank you!"

Sam's arms wrapped around her loosely and he kissed the top of her head, "Of course, babe. This is your place now even if you decide not to keep it. You deserve something that's yours even if only temporary."

Stevie looked up at him with a soft expression on her face and she hummed peacefully, "The only thing is, once that piano's fixed you're gonna need to find a spot in the house for it."

"What are you saying, Stevie?" Sam glared at her suspiciously and she rolled her eyes, smiling wider.

"Of course I'm keeping the lake house," Stevie chuckled, "I just can't keep both places so I'll have to move here. And you're going to come visit me on all of your time off so you'll need the piano inside, of course."

Sam smiled and took a moment to enjoy the pure joy he saw in Stevie's eyes before he spoke again, "I'm hoping I'll see you more than just my time off, but you've got yourself a deal!"

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@fleetingjake

@musicislove3389

[destinywillowleaf]

lifeswap AU: 6-2 reunion

because apparently i'm contractually obligated to think about this au every few months (even if i don't actually post anything of it, oops). original concept by @greentrickster

summary: talking to apollo in defendant lobby no. 3 has a... different outcome than nahyuta would've hoped for.

As Ema was apologizing to Trucy, the doors to the lobby opened and Nahyuta felt his heart stop.

"Oh!" Ema turned to address the new arrival.

"Prosecutor Justice?" He forced the words out of his mouth, old familiarity and Khura'inese threatening to spill through. "What are you doing here?"

The prosecutor barely spared him a glance and focused his attention on the detective. "Detective Skye."

"Y-Yes?"

"I require your forensic expertise in order to close this case." It felt wrong to hear his voice come out so quietly. That wasn't how it was supposed to be. "Come, let us go."

Ema gave the group a small wave and started to walk off with him.

"W-Wait!" Nahyuta called. "Prosecutor Justice!"

He didn't turn back. "The trial is over, Mr. Helios."

"So what? You—"

"There is no need for us to interact any further. We are strangers, and nothing more."

His heart froze.

Strangers.

Fifteen years was a long time. It was long enough to make his own memories of home fuzzy, but that didn't mean he forgot everything. He barely knew what was happening in the country at this point but that didn't mean he ignored things completely. But… did… "Did you really forget all about me?"

"What?!" Athena practically shouted in his ear. Widget chimed in with a relatively quieter ⟨YOU KNOW HIM?!⟩

His brother stopped walking away.

«I thought you were dead.» Nahyuta tried not to wince at his own Khura'inese. He knew it was rough, but hearing his brother speak it to cleanly in court made the difference all too clear. «Instead you turn up as a prosecutor and treat me like a heretic, like nothing Dad or Datz said ever meant anything. What happened to being a dragon? What happened to fighting to put an end to all this?» He closed the gap between them, hand fidgeting at his side. He wanted to reach out. They could pretend like nothing was different and reconnect and put everything that happened in the last 24 hours behind them. He could find out what changed and how he could help. It didn't have to be like this.

"What happened to you, Apollo?"

Apollo tore his hand away with a glare. "I have no time for a heretic bearing a dead man's name." With that, the prosecutor was gone.

The door slammed shut and his heart shattered.

"…Nahyuta?" Athena was uncharacteristically quiet.

Everything felt hazy. "Huh?"

"What the heck was that all about?" Her voice regained some of its usual energy. "How do you know Prosecutor Justice, and what in the WORLD did you tell him to get him to answer with… with THAT?"

"…I don't want to talk about it." He'd survived fifteen years without being able to contact his family and living with the knowledge that nearly everyone at home thought he was dead. He could survive another fifteen knowing his brother never wanted to speak to him again.

"Yuta…" Trucy looked worried.

"It's fine," he lied. "I'll manage."

Trucy pointed at him. "You're grabbing your right arm. You're not fine."

"Ignoring the problem is only going to make it worse," Athena chimed in. "You were skittish about him yesterday, too. Don't think I forgot about that."

Sometimes he hated being surrounded by lie detectors. It wasn't like chasing after Justice would help things, either. He was stuck in the same place he started all those years ago: that horrible, horrible limbo of wondering if the pieces would be put together and if he would die that night.

Athena sighed. "I know I was bad about not telling you guys about Simon, but this seems more… serious, than that."

"It's really not." It kinda was.

"Then what was all of that about a dead man's name?"

"I don't—"

Of course that had to be the moment when the phone rang.

[fnaftalexreader]

Headcanons for Fredbear on a picnic, please!

Fredbear x an unspecified reader on a picnic!

The entertainment era

How the hell did you get him out of the diner?!

If you're having a proper picnic with him outside, you either somehow got Henry's permission, or you kidnapped fredbear for this.

You're most likely having a pretend picnic at the diner, though.

Charlotte is definitely there, after all, Fredbear is her big brother!

All the food is Fazbear Brand. Pizzas, burgers, Fazfloats, etc.

He'd probably "eat" the ballpit balls, just to feel included. As he knows his dad would get frustrated if he gunked up his system.

He would also probably keep advertising the food as you eat.

"Good golly! That Fazaeroni Delux Pizza sure looks delicious! Bet that tastes great with the Foxy Flooded Ship cheese fries! I see people buying them together all the time!"

He probably would sing advertisement jingles if you're not convinced.

To add some angst, if you're having a "picnic" at the diner, it's probably because you're homeless, an orphan, or from a struggling family. Most likely, you'll be given a coupon for more food, to have "another picnic sometime soon!" Fazbears was made to be a beacon of hope, after Henry and William survived WW2 as kids. A place where no kid, or person in general would ever feel unsafe or unwelcomed.

Underground era

You're probably having a picnic in Lillygear Falls, as that's one of his favorite places to be.

It's most likely going to be takeout from Scraphouse, as fredbear "can't" cook.

That is in fact a lie. Fredbear is an AMAZING cook. He just didn't want to cook.

He'll be making puns every now and again, trying to annoy you as you eat, but it's all in good fun.

He'll probably be distracted, looking up at the glow worms on the roof. Pretending they're stars.

35 minutes in, he's going to fall asleep. He's always tired, as he doesn't really sleep well at night.

If you're really close with him, he might make you some food from his father's cookbook, but that would be pretty unexpected. He doesn't like cooking for people, despite his talent for it...

Era of grief

You're probably a fellow endodorian or a human fighting for endodorian rights in R.O.R.A (Resistance of Robot Abuse).

You're most likely in Fredbear's new backyard, or in lillygear falls again, as it’s too dangerous to go to an actual park.

Now he's actually going to cook, as he now has a daughter named Stellaursa at this point, and he's gotten more healthy habits!

Homemade sandwiches, soups, etc. All of them are his dad's recipes, right down to the bread of the sandwiches.

You'll probably hear a lot of gunshots and screams, but Fredbear would make lots of small talk, and use his old showman skills to distract you and his daughter.

He'll probably make you all go inside after a while, if things get too dusty outside. There he'll make you and Stella make pillow forts in the basement, until everything blows over outside.

Era of the Endodorian Empire

You're most likely a friend he made, years ago, or at a large group picnic that would be considered a religious ceremony (friendship is literally worshiped in endodorian culture, and their love for it only becomes more fanatic over the years)

Fredbear by now would be famous for having the most ideal cooking talent when it comes to recreating his father's recipes. He even is able to make his own, with the same style as his father, using the new animals and plants that grow on Toehasheolinmfe (new name for earth.)

He'll probably make you play with his grandkids, or great grandkids, or whatever grandkids are alive at this point. Endodorians can mature as fast as humans, or purposely slow their development, as their bodies need outside help to physically age, so depending on when this picnic tales place, he may have descendants millions of generations down his family tree alive while he's still kicking.

He'll have a lot more energy, and will sing songs just like he would have as a kid during his showman years. Though this time, the songs will be part of a religious sing along, leading to the lafyemalinmulowdielfly singing with him, in a large chorus. This would happen with any endodorian starting a group song at the picnic. The songs would all be about friendship, adventure, and-or never giving up. If he wants to make the king cry, he might even sing some show songs from the 1960s, that he still remembers.

At this point, he'd also be the most fatherly towards you, as all species inevitably mentally regress to being like children, so even if you're in your 60s, you'll still be acting like an excitable little kid.

[zeninsama-moved]

not to get into big brother analysis right now but... let's talk about aki hayakawa and unintentional corruption

tw for incest and abrupt endings and lack of proofreading and "sweet girl" used once

it's important to note that aki could go his entire life without laying a finger on you. that's not the nature of his feelings. there's nothing perverse about the way he touches you, no ulterior motives behind his loving gestures. it's all emotional.

as the only other surviving member of the hayakawa family– his sweet little sister – you're all he has left, and he'll fight tooth and nail if it means keeping you safe, untouched by all the cruelty in the world.

after all, you're safer when he guides you. when your big brother holds your hand and murmurs gently in your ear, showing you the world as he wants you to see it. giving you everything he couldn't have for himself because you're his precious little sister, his purpose for existing, and he'll see to it that you get everything you want in life.

(deep down, he's afraid that you'll be taken from him too. if he doesn't keep you close, nurture you like a precious flower, you'll be taken from him the same as mom, dad, and taiyo.)

maybe his love for you is more intense than the ordinary sibling, maybe his protectiveness can come off as overbearing to anyone that doesn't know the bond you share. he's had girlfriends throughout the years and it didn't take long for them to notice exactly where they stand – how quickly their seemingly normal boyfriend folds when it comes to you.

(how fast aki drops everything to dote on you, leaving them to watch the movie alone, pretending they can't hear the giggles coming from the kitchen as he throws some food on the stove for you.)

maybe you've become spoiled as a result of his love, because even as an adult, you still cling to him. you still look to him for guidance because you've become so dependent on him, you don't know how to do it alone.

you need him.

it's you who makes the first move, sitting yourself on aki's lap and kissing him insistently, parting his soft lips with your tongue.

his entire body goes rigid, frozen in horror. no, no, no, he's thinking to himself. it's not supposed to be like this, you're not supposed to be like this.

it's then that the thought crosses his mind. did he ruin you?

“you said it yourself, nii-chan,” you’re murmuring when your lips part, reaching down to gently take his hand in yours, guiding it to cradle your cheek. his eyes soften as you nuzzle against it, pressing a kiss to his palm. “nobody loves me more than you do. nobody will look out for me the way you do. there’s nobody i can trust more than my nii-chan, right?”

aki's stomach churns from guilt. you’re pressed right up against his dick, he knows you can feel it throb from how badly he fucking wants you, but he can’t. if he allows himself to give in, put his hands on his little sister, it would be truly unforgivable.

his protests are weak. "we can't do this."

“do you love me, nii-chan?” you press, sounding almost desperate.

before aki can answer, you take his thumb into your mouth and suck softly around it, still staring at him with the sweet eyes he can't resist. his body reacts on its own, pressing down on your tongue, feeling your cheeks hollow as you hum in quiet content.

“you know i do,” aki sighs, voice cracking from the weight of the situation. “you’re everything to me, sweet girl, you know you are.”

“then kiss me again.” you’re always so needy, pressing kisses to his lips and the corner of his mouth, whining softly under your breath. “kiss me, aki, please."

[mysteriouslybluepirate]

Criminal Justice (2007)- Episodes 1-5. Watching Con O'Neill's old stuff cause it's fun. Day #? RALPH STONE!

Warnings: Murder. Blood. Drug Use. Needle Use/Injection is shown on the scene. Drunk driving. Accused/discussed sexual assault. Abusive parents, grief, and general bullshit in the justice system.

Should you watch this if you haven't: YES! Five episodes, each being an hour, but if you don't have any issues with the warning, it should be a fun time. I was on the edge of my seat for most of this show and Con is a very important character! He is on screen more than most of his other tv parts and is having a great time. It's a story about one defendant and the shit that goes down as he's tried for the crime.

Special thanks to:

@dianetastesmetal who I chatted with around midway through about the show! (For me it was ~2 in the morning, so it was a whole lot of fun!)

The Usual Suspects! I would love to hear your thoughts about this show down alone! I want to thank all of you for following me and giving me love. Y'all are enabling my current fixation, and I thank you all! If you haven't seen it, just ignore me <3

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Criminal Justice- EP 1 (Guest starring my brother)

Why does that kid look like Benedict Cumberbatch?

He just needs a haircut. That hair looks awful.

This takes place in 2008 right? 

Why didn't the dad knock?

He's going to go have sex, huh, he's not going to his friend's house. 

Is he going to abuse his position here? Pretend he's a cab driver?

I feel like cab drivers are trained to drop a rando with no destination to a hospital or a police station. 

Also, a situation that's only playful because it's a young woman. If this were a homeless person? This shit isn't flying. 

DON'T SHARE YOUR FUCKING DRINKS WITH A STRANGER??!?!?!

I got to inform my brother that in England they call soft-served ice cream 'whippies' after the popular brand 'Mr. Whippy', to which he just said 'it's a clown land'

DRUGS! Here we go!

This is suspicious as fuck. Don't take her booze! She's a chick you just met! 

WHY IS THIS HAPPENING

NOOOO! NO. NO. NO. KNIFE GAME IS TAPPING, NOT FUCKING STABBING! WTF! 

Society would be a lot further on if we just stopped caring about peer pressure.

WHAT? HE STABBED HER!?!?!?!?!? WHY ARE THEY FUCKING? 

We have seen so much of this man's ass, why? 

We are 12 minutes in?

Oh. She's dead. She's so dead. 

OH SHIT. Yep thats a stabbing

Brother guesses it was the parent, I say ex lover.

God, he's just bad at this

BRO WENT BACK AND NOW HAS A WITNESS?????

This is an actual ACE ATTORNEY CASE WTF

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. HE THEN CRASHES THE CAR? ACE ATTORNEY LEVELS OF DUMB!

Bro, is this your first break in?

Ohhh he's fucked. 

Ohhhhh, this is the cops best day of his life

Oh, good luck defense attorney Con. You better get Phoenix Wright levels of bullshit. 

Oh my god, don't fucking fight the cops. 

Bro, take a nap. It's been a long night. 

OH MY GOD IT'S HIM. 

Hello Con! Lovely to see you. Love the rat man fit. I know it's on purpose, but damn. He looks wet.

This is where my brother bullies the shit out of Con. 

OH I LOVE HIM-He's actually giving good legal advice! The cops are going to do whatever they can to get a false conviction.

'No comment man'- Hard nose solicitor I FUCKING LOVE IT

RALPH STONE! TROLLIN'. I love it. GOD I LOVE IT.

It's so much easier to be quiet when you're nervous. 

Lessons to be learned from this tv show: Don't random desperate women, don't fall to peer pressure, don't say shit to the police. 

They wouldn't have left her body there. They would have taken photos then taken the body out of the house asap. It's weird they've waited so long to investigate. 

Solicitation of evidence. It's illegal to receive testimony from a private source without giving the evidence to opposing council. 

Nice that she packed him a sandwich. 

Why is the shitty cops boss so much taller? That's funny. 

Whelp. RIP Ralph, you did all you could. Having the guy almost assault a police officer isn't fun.

OHHHHH!!!!!! RALPH I LOVE IT- GOOD GOD IS HE FUN

Oh this whole detective thing feels illegal. Without his attorney to represent him.

Yeah. Sure. Don't get buddy-buddy with the guy who wants to put you away for years.  

IS THIS DETECTIVE A VILLAIN? Oh, he likes you? FUN.

They're in a public spot, there is no expectation for privacy and this can be recorded, HAHAHAHAHHAHA. GOOD, HE DIDN'T SAY SHIT. 

It's 2007, a bit of weird transphobia was to expected. 

UHHHHH….. I SWEAR TO GOD. DON'T SWAP ATTORNIES!

CLASSIST BRITISH PEOPLE AHHHHH-

OH I'D BE PISSED!!!!!! RALPH IS SO GOOD!!!!!

Oh good, Ralph corrected himself about his client's name and pronouns, nice. 

Ralph at the end of ep 1-'I looked into his eyes, and we vibed. He can't be innocent'

AWWW RALPH STILL WANTS TO HELP HIM EVEN AFTER HE GOT SCREWED OVER BY HIS POSH LAWYERS! God, I love him. 

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EPISODE 2: This is where my brother dipped out, but I summarized as much as I could for him. 

I'm going to be honest I skipped through this ep a ton. I generally got the gyst. I'm here for my guy, you know. 

I watched a bit, but this just establishes our protagonist's life in jail. 

I skipped Ralph's scene/ the trial. Seriously the preview in ep 1 gives you the gist. Read a summary. Etc. His roomie is great.  

AHHH RALPHS SMILE. "I don't care what you'd do as a lawyer, just as a human being" AHHH. 

GOD HIS CELLMATE IS SO GOOD.

HAHHHAHHAHAHAHHAH! WTF?!?!?!??! Oh, poor ralph. You guy just blowing up in court.

At this point, if I was Ralph Stone, I wouldn't really believe him, but that's what that whole grin was for. He just knew our guy was innocent!

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Episode 3

Oh good. Protag was able to deep throat the drugs. 

Ralph! AHHH!! God, he has great outfits in this show. 

WHY DOES RALPH HAVE A FOOT THING? I noticed it earlier, but why are we drawing attention to it. 

Oh good, Ralph doesn't want to senselessly tarnish a dead girl's name. Nice. 

THAT FACE! Uh, the reluctant face! Chewing on the lip! 

Ralph! AHHH!! God, he has great outfits in this show. 

WHY DOES RALPH HAVE A FOOT THING? I noticed it earlier, but why are we drawing attention to it. 

Oh good, Ralph doesn't want to senselessly tarnish a dead girl's name. Nice. 

THAT FACE! Uh, the reluctant face! Chewing on the lip! Love it.

Ohhh, god. Ralph's a good actor. That's cute. 

OHH THE DETECTIVE ALSO BEING THERE! SHIT. RALPH RUN!

GOD HIM BEING VAGUE AS SHIT TO A WITNESS! I love it. 

'With alpha brain?' What the fuck?

AHHH! I LOVE RALPH. 

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA. I got to see his chest :)

Oh, Ralph doesn't like this at all. But shit. Not much he can do. 

Oh no. It's really not ethical. And this yonger lady is going to mess it up. 

AHAHHAHAAAHAHAAA. THE WIGS! 

Is this inadvertently informing the audience of how fucked the courts can be. Which is both good and bad. People deserve to know exactly what our lawyers know.   

RALPH BEING THE FUCKING SAD DOG MIDDLEMAN THAT NEEDS TO RUN BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM IS SO FUNNY. 

Ralph with glasses gives me life. 

OH SHIT THE FRIEND SHOWED UP?

Okay, this is fun. But maybe let's not make jokes in a murder trial?

I love the one juror struggling to stay awake. Showing that even with all these verbal chess, they still need to convince the jury. 

Hey, babe. If you really fucking hate prison, maybe don't give a shit about how your mom reacts here!

Good on Ralph. Trying to speak up for her. 

(Seeing Ralphs…ex? For the first time) Oh I love them. WHAT ARE THEY ON?

OH SHE MOVED ON, GOD HIS ACTING. A SECOND TO SEE THAT FULL FUCKING FACE JOURNEY! 

Oh good. We can really hate the cops now. I mean, I already did. BUT. 

OHHH DO THEY HAVE FOOTAGE. 

OH, HE COMPLIMENTS RALPH WHEN IT LOOKS GOOD IN FRONT OF THE JURY. 

God I hate her(lead defense lady), but this scene is fun. 

RALPH IS HAVING SUCH A GOOD TIME. He's watching the divorced parents fight and he loves it. He should be allowed to smile.

Ha, she's sowing seeds of guilt but that's really not how the law works. 

Ralph-'I told you not to talk two episodes ago, and you do it fucking now?!?!??!?!'

Is Ralph being kinda shitty? Yes. Is there any other option right now? Nope. 

Them showing how mentally I'll people in prison are severely punished without being able to seek help is cool. 

Back to court- OHHHH! SHIT. Yeah, digging at how the medical examiner is only going on prosecution for the state is suspicious as fuck. 

FUCK. ASSHOLE DON'T SAY SHIT! DONT CONTRADICT THE DEFENSE!!!!!

SHIT

Ralph, mentally deciding if now is a good place to just call it a day when his client is just begging to go to jail.

OH ANOTHER FUCKING CON CHARACTER WHO FELL IN LOVE THE WRONG WAY!!?!?!?!??!?!!? Well, that fills out my bingo card. This makes maybe 20 characters. I swear to god, if he ends up sad and alone I will make a Con O'Neill drinking game. 

"Are you calling me a hypocrite?" *Slight head tilt* -ME rolling on the floor laughing

Good on Ralph for staying with him though. 

AWWW. Ralph's an asshole but this is one of the few cases that's gotten to him! I love it. :)

Aww, they are sweet as a couple, but he needs to reorient himself. Find his own center and work on not 'always looking for doubt' before moving on. 

OH GOD! Don't fucking smile Con. It's mean. To me. Personally. 

AHHH! HIS TICKS WHEN HE'S LYING! Okay, that's funny as shit. I love him.

It's good that the main defense younger lady and the defendant trust each other. AND CON'S GRIN!

Say what you will, this man loves his job

OH SO YOU'LL LET THE SENIOR DEFENSE CHAT AND BE EXTRA BUT NOT THE JUNIOR! RUDE!

OHHHH SHIT THEY GAVE HIM BACK (the inhaler) EVIDENCE

AHHHHHHH!H!H!H!H!HH!H!HH HE TOOK EVIDENCE BITCH! It proves that he stayed in her bed

RALPH SMILING AHHHH!H!H!H!H!H!HH!

Oh they're getting him addicted to drugs to keep him loyal. Whelp. That's going to ruin him.

EPISODE 4:

Why is Ralph going into his clients home? 

Ralph(I'm paraphrasing)- Look, I'm a hard ass. I'm a dick who usually has guilty clients and does what he can to abuse loopholes and police mistakes to get them free. If I have a gut feeling, that really fucking matters. So I'm going to do what I can. 

Yeah, the neighbor did it

OHHHH! SHE PULLED RANK ON RALPH AHAHAHAHAHHAHA

Stone is pissed, and doesn't want to freak out in court. OR HE'S GOING TO EXAMINE A WITNESS?

What act is he playing here? I love it. He's being a clever cheeky bastard. Knowing how people want to treat court like they're the important heros that can save the day! AHAHHAH! I love it. 

"Are you the kind of person-"- SHUT THE FUCK UP-He's just trying to establish his character before crushing it.

OHHH THEY ARE ABUSING THE SHIT OUT OF HIS COYNESS AND NERVOUSNESS WHEN TALKING ABOUT SEX. 

AND HE'S HIDING EVIDENCE

Ralph, I love you. Babe. This is the kind of trust in the justice system I need. 

Another court scene goes by without note. But Ralph shows up? Oh boy, I'm typing. 

OOOOHHHH RALPH GETS TO BE A DETECTIVE!

SCENE SKIP

WHY ARE THE CLIENT AND YONGER LADY DEFENSE ATTORNEY SMOOCHIN? EXCUSE ME? ISN'T THAT AGE GAP WEIRD??!?!?!??!?

Oh good. Ralph. 

OH MY GOD HIM FUCKING SITTING ON THE TABLE? Me Moment. Queer? Coded. I'm assigning it to him. I'm giving him an honorary badge even though this is probably one of his straightest roles. 

Ralph- "I like getting my clients off." YEAH so does she! *Ba Dumb Tisk*. See, Ralph is smart. Get entangled with others in the arm of the law, not your fucking client. 

Scene passes without note. But a few prison scenes go by. 

GLASSES!!!!!! Look at them! THE EXAMINER GENUINELY HELPED. I'd also be smiling at him like that. 

Aww, Ralph's trying to ask without asking to hang out with a friend. 

Skipped a bit. Back in court. 

AWW Ralph and the yonger female defense attorney leaning together to chat. 

BRO HE IS SO WHIPPED FOR THE EXAMINER! I LOVE THIS!!!!!

THAT FUCKING SMILE. GOOD FOR HIM! GOOD FOR HELLEN! I love that they're immediately like, yeah, this might be a conflict of witness BUT. She still has a point.

I WOULD BE SWAYED BY HIS CHARM! I HAVE BEEN SWAYED BY HIS CHARM.

DAMN. Good on the friend/witness. 

Oh wow, the cellmate is just as shitty and corrupt as everyone else? I'm shocked. 

I love Ralph trying his best here. 

"You're 46 years old, what do you know about justice?" :0. WOW.

OH SHIT THIS MIGHT FUCK THIS ALL UP. CALLING IN THE DAD IF HE HAS AN ALIBI

OHHHH FUCK. RALPH IS A SECOND FROM STEPPING IN. 

OHHHH FUCK. GOOD ON HER. CALL THE DAD OUT FOR BEING ABUSIVE. 

FUCK if they pull her in the case is fucked. 

YEP RALPH SEES IT! SHIT!!!!!! 

EP 5: 

JURY CONSIDERING VERDICT! 

HI RALPH! LOVE YOU BABE!

Hour and a half deliberation is good! 

Yeah, I should have seen that coming. 

WHELP. SHIT. 

He's going to kill himself within a year. Calling it now. 

That moment when you work the same job as our prisoner protagonist 😐. Hey, don't dis a dishwashing job, protag. It's nice and easy.

HI CON! 

"'Self-deprecating jokes get you out of hard questions'- avoids the question by shoving toast in his mouth"-me. God, I was messaging @dianetastesmetal during this bit. Who pointed out how loving these characters is a form of self-love, and I will partially embrace it. Maybe I just want to see a man with a nice chest and a nice smile huh! ;)

Oh good, the protagonist is doing more drugs. Love that

GLASSES! I AM BACK ON MY WHORE SHIT. 

The hugging of the book! THE GRINNING! AHH!

This is why Ralph is emotionally distant, 'cause he's lost good cases before. HAHAHAHHA HE CAN'T LET IT GO. 

AHHHHH!H!H!H!HH!!H  THE TUFTED-UP HAIR ENTERING THE PRISON!

OH SHIT! RALPH INVESTIGATING THEIR RELATIONSHIP! He's asking the protagonist to sell out his legal advisor! 

No, RALPH IS SO RIGHT! She abused her station and got too close. 

Oh good. Another arm of the law is weird around police reports and evidence. Great.  

AHHH! Her sewing that little tidbit in the cop's head! She's onto him! 

Yeah, good on our protag to stand up for himself. 

Cellmate is going to get killed cause he knew too much, huh. 

Hey, good on the cop for looking into it a bit more. Still a jackass. But you know. 

Skipped a few scenes without note.

OHHH SHIT HE FILED THE SUIT!!!!!!! GOOD ON RALPH! We love a man who cares about giving justice to his client. 

'Frances- out for blood after Ralph is about to ruin her career'

 'Ralph-Half passed out on a couch with a rag over his eyes, already done with this conversation. Ready to throw every insult she directed to him back into his face.'

Ralph knew to get romantically entangled with a medical examiner and not a fucking witness.

GET IT RALPH! God, good for him. SHE ABUSED HER POSITION! She took everything they worked for and threw it all away. She didn't let their client find justice. 

Yeah, cellmate's about to die, huh. 

OHHHH SHIT! GET IT!!!!!! Good on him! Yeah, he's going to get murdered, but good on him. MURDER THAT BASTARD! 

OHHH SHIT. THE ASSHOLE COP HELPED THE MOB! 

GOOD ON THE CHIEF FOR CALLING HIM OUT! DAMN! 

Oh, wow. Ben's life is ruined. He's hooked on drugs, and he thinks he has no prospects in life. 

Now he can't fall asleep without listening to the radio.

Hi Ralph. Why are we talking about your feet? 

Frances is fucked essentially. 

Yeah, going in for a mistrial was the right option. 

Yeah, no. Nothing would have changed if Ben told Ralph the truth the moment they met. Good on Ralph! Giving our protag a bit of closure on this whole thing. Telling that none of this was really his fault.  

Yep. He had his last few free years of youth ripped from him. 

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Final thoughts:

I think the fact that this was a mob member being the real murder and that it was covered up was the real thing here. The entire point and moral the audience was meant to learn. It didn't matter if Ben had the best case, the entire Crown was against him. Ralph and his team could have been the best defense lawyers in the world and it still would have gotten buried. I'm happy the final evidence came out, obviously, but Ben was fucked over in so many ways. Now what life does he have? He lost his friends, his trust in his family, and is now destined to fall back into the system he knows. It's a shame. 

Con: 11+/10. Long hair AND glasses AND he's Exhausted! Perfect role. I want him. I want to be him. He's divorced, and sad, and I love it.

Ralph saved this series for me personally. He was so much fun. I will be updating the Con list here soon to include bit TV roles. Ralph is going to be high on my ranking. We are given a Con character who has REAL impact on the story, introduces the audience to the rules of this world, AND GETS A HAPPY ENDING! It's brilliant. Obviously, there are moral issues to him being such a good defense attorney to allow criminals to get away, but this whole story was about giving Ralph a different perspective. He's a slime-ball but he's not totally against change. Willing to look at other perspectives. He started to genuinely care about his client, and didn't treat it as some weird game of chess. Him genuinely helping the younger defense attorney was nice, especially because he rarely blew up at her for her choices. He did his best to help where he could and didn't take things personally when shit blew up. 

Con's acting here is so fun and fluid! I hate being a person that ties OFMD into everything, but this is kind of what I want Izzy to become. Con's allowed to be fun! He's allowed to be mad, suspicious, have doubt etc. There are a few scenes that got me chuckling just by his face! He feels really confident and comfortable in this role. He talks with his hands! He's a dick, a total slime-ball, but he really cares about getting things done right! I love it. 

Everyone else: 8/10. Nothing really stood out besides our protagonist, and after a quick google, he won an award for this role. Which is deserved. He does great. I liked the characters the show wanted me to like, and vice versa. 

Story 7/10: Intriguing. I had fun, but this show sits more in the turn off your brain and gets swept along by the bullshit, vs trying to solve it yourself. 

Overall. 9/10: I highly recommend it if the tags don't worry you. Con is in this enough to justify a Con watch. I have a thing for Professor esk Con. I will not be ashamed about that. His whole speech about how he was perceived was nice. Now, this is about five hours of commitment, but If you need something longer I'd recommend it.

[sastielsfandom]

Sam's aware his emotions get the best of him sometimes, like when him and Dean were teenagers and he jumped out of the car in the middle of an argument. Raising a finger up to Dean as he landed in a patch of dirt.

Dean stopped the car, rushing out to check on his little brother, but Sam was stubborn and Dean had to pick him up and carry him in. Sam fought the entire way and didn't speak to Dean for three days.

The fight wasn't anything special. Dean was given an order to get them out of town, John had already left and would meet them some towns over. Already on a different hunt.

Sam wasn't ready to go, begged Dean to let them stay, but Dean never failed an order. Not from their Dad. Sam begged Dean to do something for himself just for once instead of playing good solider, and Dean begged Sam to be a good son for once and not go against their Dad.

Sam didn't think about it, he simply opened the door and jumped out, thinking he was going to die. Dean thought he killed Sam as he tumbled out of the car, but the kid raised his middle finger up, and Dean circled back around.

It became a thing unfortunately, but Dean wouldn't circle back around, he'd go ahead, speeding up, trying to discourage Sam from jumping, it only egged him on. Dean would try locking the door, but Sam always had it open before he could.

Dean didn't stop the way he did the first time, iantead driving a bit, forcing Sam to walk to the car. It allowed them both to calm down a bit, Sam would walk off his anger, Dean would turn up the radio, not letting any thoughts move further into hatred.

But times changed. The two weren't teens arguing about their Dad, and Dean's foot pressed on the gas, his anger getting the best of him.

They both kept cutting deep into old wounds, and Dean wouldn't stop. Sam was willing to let everything go, until Dean spat out, "My biggest regret was every saving someone like you."

Sam didn't even know what happened until he was picking himself off the side of the road with a bloodied knuckle, it wasn't his. He didn't bother to raise a middle finger, just walked off the opposite direction of the Impala. Dean didn't stop for Sam, he left him for the first time like this on the side of the road.

Sam didn't want to go back, in fact he didn't, he found a town the opposite way, but Castiel was ordered to bring them back together for a hunt. Usually after walking away Sam was able to let go of whatever Dean said or did, but this time, it was seared into his heart.

No matter how many times Dean tried to take it back or say something to change it, all Sam could hear was the genuineness in Dean's voice when he told Sam his biggest regret. But Sam's anger wasn't at Dean, it was at himself.

He couldn't be a good son, can't be a good brother, can't even save people right, what good was he? He wished he died when he jumped out, part of him did. But not nearly enough as he woke up and tried to pretend he didn't remember those words and repeat them in the silence over and over. It was an unwelcomed mantra that didn't shut up.

But Sam lived with it, unable to get it to shut up. Maybe the real problem was how much Dean sounded like John or how much Sam hated himself then. It didn't really matter. It was the last time Sam jumped out of the car, but it didn't feel like an achievement to either of them.