#i know she is so fun to hang around when she isn’t being cold and brooding

[yeahtimesten]

disaster date w/ tashi duncan

you and tashi started off the year as total strangers, sitting next to each other during lecture by coincidence, because neither of you knew other people taking this class. but her taking a chance and grabbing the seat next to you proved worth it. every group discussion was the perfect blend of intellectual and humorous, the both of you making each other laugh about what you two were studying. the dynamic was so good, you were eager to take it outside the classroom.

and that’s why you found yourself sitting across from tashi at a swanky little sushi spot in the city off campus.

no, you weren’t sure if this was a date. yes, you asked her out. you felt maybe it was implied when you asked her to join you at dinner with a movie afterword. but the word ‘date’ actually never left your mouth. and you totally skirted around that word on purpose, unsure if she even liked women like that. and you were equally unsure if she had picked up on the fact that you did.

earlier in the night, you had picked her up at her dorm, and you were totally in shock at how she looked. clearly, she was beautiful, naturally and effortlessly. but the effort she put in for you tonight was enough to make your heart wrench and ache. her hair was slicked back into a long low ponytail, with her curls and waves on display. she wore a black off the shoulder long sleeve that showcased her sexy shoulders and collarbones. and navy blue jeans that hugged her ass in such an excruciating way. yeah, you were smitten.

you let her be on aux on the way into the city, and her choice in music had you both singing along. check on it by beyoncé, from her brand new album, played. you had listened to the song plenty of times since its release, but still managed to fuck up the lyrics of the fast part.

“girl, maybe we should just leave it to beyoncé,” she had said, and your cheeks were rosy in embarrassment. she felt bad and grabbed your shoulder. “i’m just kidding.” a beat of silence hung over you two, and at first she was actually nervous she hurt your feelings. until you burst out singing again, making her laugh as she joined along.

you arrived just in time for your reservation, but they stuck you at this tiny side table, and were too busy to accommodate for anything with a tiny bit more surface space. so your table was overloaded with cups, long sashimi and sushi roll plates, condiments, and sides of rice. you loved that she ordered food at restaurants just like you did. she told you to pick a dish and she’d pick a dish and you could both split and share, which is something you had proposed on other dates before and was refused.

with chopsticks, she reached over the island of dishes and plucked a piece of sliced yellowtail on top of a bed of rice, but upon pulling her arm back, her elbow knocked over her glass of water, promptly spilling it all over the table and herself. shocked, she just sat there as it spilled over, wincing, before her face released into a look of annoyance. you were stifling back laughter, and you could tell she was too. you reached over to pick up her glass, and she began to wipe up her spill with a napkin. you made the same mistake that she did however, as you lowered your arms back down to your own body, your elbow hit the handle of a spoon perfectly, catapulting rice across the aisle, leaving a trail of food that reached all the way to the next table over. tashi couldn’t hold back her laughter no matter how hard she tried, sending you into a fit that elicited snorts, which only caused her to laugh even harder.

“holy fuck, we’ve made a mess,” you state the obvious.

“they are gonna kick our asses out if we don’t get it together,” tashi jokes with you. and in this moment, her smile is dazzling. you could be so embarrassed right now, and maybe you were a little bit, but tashi made you feel so comfortable and at ease with just the way her eyes met yours.

you finished your meals and apologized profusely for the mess. you payed for the bill and you both shelled out a fat tip for the poor server who’d be cleaning up after you. as you walked down the busy downtown street of the city, your both bumping hips with each other, possibly due to feeling the cocktails you both had at dinner a bit. tashi spotted those electric scooters resting on a street corner, and her eyes lit up as she walked towards them.

“have you ever ridden one of these,” she asks you. she looks about tempted to get on one.

“yes i have,” you admit. “and i do not suggest we do tonight, especially in your heels.” and she knows your right.

“we should come back some time and try them out,” she suggests, as she walks back to your side.

“maybe, but i’m sort of traumatized from the first time i did,” you laughed, and she gave you a puzzled look. you pulled out your phone and scrolled through your gallery, and handed her the device once you found it.

she grabbed your phone and immediately cringed at the image before her. she was looking at a photo of your thigh, all scraped up and bleeding. she studies it for a long time, and your cheeks start to flush because you realize a good chunk of your ass (in some cute panties at least) is showcased in the photo. she’s still looking at the photo mortified while you tell her about your drunken night out on the town when you and your friends decided to scooter around. you had mishandled a sharp turn and tumbled off, leading to a gnarly injury of road rash over a decent amount of your body.

“i have this crazy scar still there too, even though this happened like six months ago,” you told her.

“you’re going to have to show me that sometime, that’s crazy,” she says, glancing down at your legs. and as you step in front of her to navigate the busy walkway, you can feel her eyes still staring at your lower half, definitely checking out your ass to see if it compared to what was photographed.

the question of whether this was a date or not still remained as you two reached the theater. she insisted on not only paying for your tickets, but also for the popcorn, soda, and candy you both ordered too. was she just trying to be a good friend and pay you back, or did she want to treat you too?

the movie was proving to be a horrible choice. that was apparent maybe 20 minutes into the film. it was a late showing and despite it being the weekend, the theater wasn’t packed to the brim, just couples and small groups of people scattered evenly amongst the seats. except for the couple who decided to sit right in front of you two, despite having ample seating choices anywhere else. you wanted to feel bad for them, as you and tashi had been chatting and giggling and making fun of the acting in the movie the whole time, but they brought it upon themselves when they chose to sit directly in front of you two.

in the lull of silence between you two (that the people in front of you had been praying for), you decided rest your head on her shoulder. it was… a move, yes. that you overthought the whole time leading up to actually making it. you were terrified of creeping her out and making her uncomfortable by making a sudden move, but also extremely nervous that maybe she didn’t see this as a date at all, and just a hangout between two good friends, and that you making this physical connection with her was just you being an affectionate friend. but, she leaned her head on top of yours, and you melted a bit in your seat.

you sat like this for a while, until she went to readjust. as she pulled her head away, your hair locked into her hoop earring, pulling you along with her. you yelped and panicked, as she whispered apologies to you, and you to her. as you both desperately try to untangle your hair from her jewelry, you’re both laughing, a bit louder than the giggles from earlier in the showing. the couple in front of you finally turn your way, giving these terribly annoyed expressions, displaying some faux-intimidation hoping you two would quiet down. but that only sent you two spitting, attempting to hold back more laughter, unable to take them seriously.

as you both left the theater, you spotted the couple in the lobby talking to guest services, with stern looks on their faces as they demanded refunds on their tickets due to the excessive disturbance caused by you too. you’re both making fun of them, imitating their crazy faces as you exit the building. as you’re both laughing, tashi’s heel gets caught in the crease of the sidewalk, causing her to trip, but luckily you too were walking so cuddled up together you were able to catch her before she fell flat on her face.

“damn, i said you shouldn’t ride the scooter while wearing those shoes, i didn’t know they’d inhibit your walking as well,” you tease. she playfully slaps your shoulder and you two make the trek back to your car.

the city streets were quiet now, with only a few drunk college students hanging around outside the clubs they just got kicked out of, the only other sound on the streets were coming from the muffled music and cars whizzing by. the walk back was the most silent you too had been all night, but it was comfortable. you looked over at her and she was staring up at the stars, she admired how they sparkled as you admired her.

ok, even if this was a date, it was a disaster date. you had some quite horrible nights out with people, but nothing quite like what you experienced tonight. you could have been mortified by every mistake and accident. but tashi, despite being the epitome of grace and elegance in your book, made everything feel so comfortable and natural. if you weren’t crushing on her at the beginning of the night, you definitely were now. scratch that, this wasn’t a crush, you liked her. and you only hoped you’d get the chance to have a terrible night like this again with her.

once you reached your vehicle, you opened the door for her and motioned for her to get in, but she bumped it closed with her butt, leaning on your car. she grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you closer to her. your hands comfortably landed on her hips, as she stared into your eyes. your heart was racing now, unable to believe the physical contact being made.

“i had such a fun time with you tonight,” she said, voice sultry and alluring. she pulled you into her and planted the softest, most supple and sweet kiss upon your lips. “this was the best date i’ve ever had.”

[rafecameronssl4t]

My girl, my business || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

gif by @drewstarkeynation

Summary: You could never brush off what Sarah did to you during your last year at Kook academy, even when you started to date her older brother.

Warnings: suggestive, swearing, Sarah is a bitch in this one soz,

Word count: 508

A/n: once again, summary is shit. Whats new 😔

MASTERLIST

Divider by @yoonitos

“Is your sister home?” you question Rafe, slipping into one of his shirts as he watches you from his bed. “Which one? I have two,” he replies, his tone practically dripping with smugness.

“You know exactly which sister I’m referring to, Rafe,” you murmur, glancing at him over your shoulder as he chuckles, hands coming up behind his head as he leans against his bed frame. “What’s your problem with Sarah anyways?”

You throw Rafe a look, wondering if he was being serious. “Do you seriously not remember what happened when the cops got called at your sisters party that happened to be at my house?” Rafe pulls a face as he thinks for a second, “Oh, shit. Yeah. You got stripped of everything at school, didn’t you?” He snickers as you hurl a shirt in his direction, which he skillfully dodges.

“Not funny dickhead.” you huff, gathering your belongings from his side of the bedside table. “C’mon babe, you know I’m joking,” he says, taking your hands and drawing you close, planting a soft kiss on your lips, causing you to melt into him.

“And no, Sarah isn’t home. She hasn’t been since Tuesday. Probably off with those fucking pogues.” Rafe murmurs, his breath warm against your lips. You scoff, shaking your head incredulously, “Kook princess, my ass.” Rafe snorts at the rivalry between you and his sister.

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“What do you think you’re doing?” Sarah’s voice slices through the air, grating on your nerves as you click the door shut behind you. You turn to face her, meeting her intense gaze head-on.

“Isn’t it kind of obvious?” you retort, your sarcasm dripping like honey from your lips, accompanied by a subtle frown as she watches you, arm tightly crossed.

“Oh, come on, Sarah,” you scoff, trying to downplay the obviousness of the situation, though her piercing gaze makes it clear that she’s not buying it for a second.

“I was fucking your brother.” You say casually, the words landing with a blunt force that leaves Sarah slightly taken aback. The raw truth hangs in the air, mingling with the tension between you both.

Sarah’s voice trembles with fury as she starts, “Get the fuck out of my house—” but Rafe’s voice cuts through the air, commanding and firm, “Watch your fucking tongue, Sarah.” His touch sends a shiver down your spine as his hands gently snake across your waist, his gaze piercing and cold as he fixates on her.

“This isn’t any of your business, Rafe,” Sarah snaps defiantly, her eyes flashing with anger. But Rafe only chuckles, his amusement tinged with something unsettling as he glowered at her.

“It kind of is. She’s my girl so she’s my business. So why don’t you run along with your little pogue friends and leave us alone, sound good? Good,” he says, his voice dripping with authority and finality. With a firm grip, he pulls you back into his room, leaving Sarah standing there, stunned and speechless

“I could’ve handled it, y’know,” you remark, tossing your keys and phone onto his bedside table. He turns you around to face him, a playful grin spreading across his lips. “Mhmm, I knew you could. Just wanted to yell at her for fun,” he says with a smirk, prompting a chuckle from you in response.

[luveline]

more spencerxpregnant bombshell reader please 😩😩💗 i love it sm

“I can’t believe we’re back here again,” you say, your breath turning to white puffs of fog in the brisk air. “I hate Alaska.”

“I can’t believe we’re so heavily wounded,” Hotch murmurs. 

You raise your brow, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. He wears a quarter-zip sweater fastened to the neck, his pale skin grey with the cold. He’s frowning, which isn’t unusual, but you can tell now the difference between his resting expression and true perturbance. 

“Right? When was the last time you had half a team?” you ask. 

“A long time ago.” He thinks on it for a moment before shaking his head, and straightening up. “I’m lucky you could come at all.” 

You hold your baby bump, the distension bigger than ever and your growth showing no signs of stopping. The baby moves often enough to have desensitised you, but anytime they stop you stop yourself and wait again with a racing heart. The baby’s wiggling now right above your ribs, it feels like.

“Is Spencer taking good care of you?” Hotch asks. 

You nudge him mildly. “Worried?” 

“Of course not. Watching you two has…” Hotch, so rarely lost for words, smiles and takes your shoulder into his hand. “I’ve never been happier for someone.” 

“You know I can still make him blush?” you ask with a smug smile. 

“That doesn’t surprise me.” His arm moves across your shoulders and then drops. “If this is getting too much, let me know. You know what’s most important now is your health and wellbeing.” 

“I’m a taken woman, sir.” 

“Enough,” he says, “I can send you home today, if you like.” 

Spencer and Emily come around the corner with two white bags hanging from their elbows. Spencer must catch the tail end of Hotch’s teasing, his mouth pinched with worry that quickly clears upon further investigation of your face. “You okay?” 

“Fine, just teasing.” Spencer steps into your space. “Hello?” 

He takes his scarf from his neck and wraps it around you, one gentle loop at a time. “Your breath is turning to liquid,” —he touches your cheek— “because the air is at dew point. Which means it’s super cold out and you still didn’t bring a scarf or hat.” 

“Imagine me in a bobble hat,” you laugh. “No, thanks.” 

He tucks the ends of the scarf into your coat and the loop of the scarf up over your chin. “You know the baby can feel the cold?” 

“What?” you ask, pulling the scarf up over your nose quickly. 

“Seriously. Not as much as you do,” he adds, sensing your worry, “but she can feel it.” 

You don’t know if the baby’s a she, just Spencer likes to think they are, and you don’t mind enough to correct him. You’ll both love whoever it is you have in the end, of course, and waiting’s half the fun. “You know what else they can feel?” you say. “Hunger.” 

He shows you the straining bag on his arm. “I know, dove,” he says quietly, a rare seriousness, a protectiveness about him that emerges more and more these days about him as he finds your hand. “Let’s go eat, okay? You should’ve had something hours ago.” 

“I felt sick.” 

“I know, I’m not blaming you.” He kisses your cheek. 

Spencer leads the charge back the way you came to the hotel. Hotch catches your eyes as you follow and sends you a look that’s equal parts fond, approving, and bemused. 

“I’m sick of walking,” you say. 

“I can’t carry you,” Spencer says. 

“Is it me, or does he actually sound heartbroken?” Emily asks Hotch under her breath. 

Spencer is actually heartbroken. You lean heavily on him so he can feel useful, and so you can finally have a breather. You make it look easy, but being pregnant is very, very hard. 

[catch1ngmoths]

🫧𓇼*ੈTIME AFTER TIME✩‧₊˚🎐

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ “If your lost, you can look, and you will find me..time after time. If you fall I will catch you, I’ll be waiting…time after time” -Cyndi Lauper 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

Summary: after a one night stand with Joost you both can’t seem to get each other out of y’all’s heads. You were always on his mind since then and you couldn’t stop thinking about the blond boy with the cute accent… until your paths cross once more. This time Joost won’t walk away

Note: (all credit for the edit above goes to MCRBATS on TikTok!!) this is a part two for “only stay with you one more night” ITS FINALLY OUT GUYSSS!! I beg for more requests because yall give me the most scrumptious ideas for fics ever!! Also, this is kinda bad so please don’t jump me!!!

Warnings: SUGGESTIVE, Talk of past sexual relations, mostly fluff!

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It had been months, you hadn’t seen Joost since that night that left you both achey in a good and bad way. You’d pondered on your thoughts and feelings towards the blondie and you mentally scolded yourself for thinking he’d come back for you. It obviously meant nothing to him, he probably sleeps with people left and right. You were no different to all the others in his mind.

But you were. Joost couldn’t get your name out his mind. Couldn’t get your pretty face and voice out of his mind. He kept thinking about the way you said moaned his name and how soft your hands were against his rough ones. He wanted to go back in time and make himself bite the curb for leaving your apartment that early morning.

You were so so so much different. Sure, this one night stand wasn’t his first rodeo but the way he looked at you was. The way he felt towards you was, he didn’t know why. He really didn’t. He’d only fully been around you for around 5 hours but those moments gave him a feeling he’d never felt before. He felt so much love, care, and warmth towards your personal being and just wanted to protect you from everything.

He’d ruined it though, we walked through and out your front door that morning. He felt cold as soon as he did but there was no going back now. He had in his signature white earbuds in while he looked out the window of the Uber that was taking him home, his mind still on you. And just like that, that was the last time he’d seen your beautiful face and your addicting scent.

The sound of his friend, apson calling his name pulled him out of his trance. He was setting up for his concert in a few hours, when he was preforming it was the only time he could get you off his mind…well somewhat at least. He went over and helped out apson and the rest of his crew and friends. Helping them set everything up and getting everything done for tonight.

You on the other hand were at your friend, Alexis’s house just hanging out when she interrupted you while you were talking. Her eyes were wide like she’d just remembered something and her movements were one of excitement, taking you aback. “Oh my god!! Sorry to interrupt you but I totally forgot about something, so Mia, Rayo, and Lacey are coming over later and we’re all going to a musicians concert Mia likes!!”

You stare at her with a smile and sarcasm laced in your voice, “now why the hell would you wanna interrupt my story to tell me about that?” You say with a chuckle, “beaacauseee…I want you to come with! It’ll be fun and I know the others would love to have you there too!” You furrow your eyebrows, this reminded you of that night where they all begged you to come out to that club with them where you met that boy you haven’t been able to get your mind off of.

You take a deep sigh, “Lex you know how I feel about things like that.” You reply but Alexis isn’t ready to back down just yet, “no I know but this concert will be different, it’s not as big as mainstream concerts and Mia said it’ll be fun!!” Alexis says looking at you with those puppy eyes and pouting in a sarcastic way.

You groan and just like you did that night months ago you agree. Around an hour later the rest of your friends show up a to get ready. You hang with Rayo fixing your makeup before looking over to him, “who are we even seeing anyways?” You ask him curiously, “man I don’t remember, I just remember Mia putting on his music and showing me a picture of him. Good looking guy and his music isn’t bad whatsoever…soo” Rayo replies with a smile

‘Whatever..’ you think, ‘at least this will be something to get me out the house and doing something.’ You sigh as your friends squeal and run to the car, excited to go. You laugh at their childishness and run after them. It takes around 20 minutes to arrive and the whole time your driving you feel this sensation in your chest, you can’t stop thinking about Joost…he was always on your mind don’t get me wrong but something about this was just different.

Joost was backstage, talking with his friends and trying to calm his excitement for the concert. But something about this felt oddly familiar, he’d never felt this before any concert. His mind now fully immersed and focused on you, he shakes his head as apson calls him over. Trying to shake the thought of you out his mind, as he gets up from where he was sat to walk to apson.

“Het concert begint zo, zijn jullie er klaar voor?” (The concerts gonna start soon, are you ready?) Apson says to Joost, clapping his hand on his shoulder with a smile. Joost takes a breath and smiles at apson, “Ja, ben je er klaar voor? Heb je nog ergens hulp bij nodig?” (Yeah, are you ready? Do you need help with anything else?) Joost replies, nudging apson with his shoulder, this makes apson clasp his hands together. “Ah, Ja, dat ben ik helemaal vergeten. Kom met me mee” (ah, yes, I completely forgot. Come with me..) apson says as the two men walk to set one last thing up.

You and your friends finally arrived to the concert. You all scooted to the front, people being nice enough to let y’all shuffle through. You and your friends talked before music played out making everyone around you, plus your friends scream with excitement. A guy runs out on stage, dressed in a while collared shirt with a black tie and black pants.

He has…short, messy, blond hair.. the same hair Joost had. No way, that wouldn’t be him- that was what you thought before he turned to face the crowd. Those features. Holy shit. It was him. He spoke into the microphone and you immediately knew from the sound of that pretty accent. It was Joost, the boy you couldn’t get out of your head.

Your mind races and you can’t decide if you should be excited or mortified that he’s standing right in front of you. On one hand, this is the boy you’ve wanted to be reunited with for months. On the other hand, it’s embarrassing to face him now. You secretly hope he’ll see you and you’re also hoping he won’t.

He sings his song, “offline” as he looks at the crowd before he sees it. He thinks he’s imagining things, you’ve been a constant in his head for months but there’s no way you’re here right now. No way you’re looking up at him with the same shocked expression that his face definitely has. His voice slightly shakes but he keeps on singing. He’s imagining shit, god he needs to get it together

But it wasn’t his imagination. You were there, for the rest of the concert you and Joost made continuous eye contact. And after the concert was done and Joost was backstage he was his wracking his brain for any way he could catch you. He couldn’t let you leave again, he just got given a second chance and he wasn’t about to give it up.

You were thinking the same things, you were alone in your mind the whole concert. You were thinking and planing about what to do after this, once the concert was done and everyone was leaving. You panicked, “u-um you guys can leave without me, I can get an Uber back home! I need to do something..! I’ll text you when I get home safe!” You say

You knew they wouldn’t let you so you run away before they can protest against your words. You look around, after your far enough away. You second guess yourself once your by yourself. Your heart is racing but your thoughts won. What if he didn’t wanna see you? What is he forgot about you and everything about that night.? You shake your head and realize what you’re doing, your friends probably haven’t gotten far.

Before you can run back to your friends you hear heavy footsteps, you turn around frantically. And you finally see Joost turning the corner to the hallway to where you were. He turns his head when you both lock eyes, both of you freezing. You stared at each other, breathing heavily and hearts racing.

“J-Joost..?” You stutter out, your voice weak and body stiff. He immediately breaks out of his trace at the sound of that voice that he’d missed so much. He runs towards you and embraces you, it was strange…it really was. This amount of affection for someone you hadn’t seen a few months and only spend one night together.

But it felt like you both were intertwined, sewn together in some way (Adrianne Lenker mentioned?!) He smiles, picking you up and spinning you around. “Holy shit it’s really you, fuck I’m so sorry. I regretted leaving as soon as I closed your door. I’m sorry if I made you feel used or unimportant, your not and i-“ he’s put off my a soft kiss being pressed to his lips

You grab his face as his hands pull your waist to be flush against his hips. Both of you are out of breath, pressing messy and rough kisses to each others lips. You moan softly on his lips and joost took his opportunity to slip his tounge into your mouth. Nothing but love shown in the kisses as he presses you up against the wall behind you, towering over you as you finally pull away.

“I’m not letting you go again, I hope you’re aware of that..” he says with his signature smile and you giggle before responding, “I wouldn’t have it any other way..” you say before he lowers his head, catching your lips in his once more

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ “ Wanna listen to the sound of you blinking, wanna listen to your hands soothe. Listen to your heart beating, listen to the way you move” - Adrianne lenker 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

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TAGLIST: @timewillpasssoon @poppymelonz @pickle-juice-and-vodka @imsiriuslyreal

[emo-batboy]

thoughts on battinson with his like seven kids and they have to suffer through everyone wanting to fuck him cause have you seen him??

Alright so this response kinda works in a competely separate realm of canon than what I usually post. I’m gonna preface that right now, but BOY do I have thoughts :D

So when I think of Battinson and his (non)accidental orphan acquisition, I see Battinson as being on a much more even playing field emotionally than most other iterations. He’s not really as stoic and put-together, so having kids (especially multiple) would cause a LOT more chaos and drama. So in this case, I like to think that it happens at a very rapid rate. (Again, I’m saying this because this require straying from the film’s canon to a much larger degree than I usually do.) SO by the time he’s 32, he has an 11yo Dick, a 9yo Jason, and an 8yo Tim. And they probably grow with him much like teen parents do with their kids. He’s not as authoritative as most parents. Instead, he starts out as like half older brother, half dad, then graduates to the roll of batdad after his whole vengeance era.

THAT ALL BEING SAID!! BECAUSE THEY’RE SO MUCH OLDER AND BRUCE IS YOUNGER, THEY DEAL WITH A LOOOOTTTTTT OF CREEPY LADIES TRYING GO GET WITH THEIR DAD. (AND THEY ARE VERY. SMART. FOR THEIR AGE)

Dick, older brother and the leader of the “Save Dad and Our Childhood Innocence” brigade teaches the three everything there is to know. He is the most experienced with these awful public events like galas and charity auctions, so he is in control.

And it is SO much easier to get the creepy suitors to back off when they work as a team

Dick talks everyone’s ears off. He’s the golden boy (getting perfect grades and gold medals in his school’s gymnastics team) so he EASILY gets away with distracting people

Dick will insert himself into adult conversations all the time, and Bruce always lets him, which allows Jason and Tim to wreak havoc on whatever target they chose.

Whenever it isn’t too obvious or it’s late enough in the night, Jason will fake a cold or a headache sometimes (he’s prone to falling sick) and Bruce will insist that he take his kid home and tuck him into bed himself, very fatherly

Tim uses his Youngest Child points to woo the nicer ones and direct them away from Bruce, but it doesn’t usually works on the gold diggers (and thank god because Tim HATES acting cute) so he’ll use it on Bruce instead

When those three plans don’t work, the three gremlins start getting Creative TM

Jason, taking a swig from some wine glass and proceeding to spray it all over Vicky Vale’s white dress: “This isn’t grape juice!”

Tim, resident iPad kid and (despite popular belief) The Most Evil of the Three, sees some lady touching his batdad so he finds her phone number on an online directory and prank calls her every time she gets too close

Suitor: “Your father is very handsome.” Dick: “My father’s dead :(” “…” “Oh wait, you mean Bruce! Yeah, he’s nice.”

One lady starts hanging off of Bruce, but he needs to run off to say hello to an investor. Jason appears from nowhere in his dapper little tux and the lady just says, “So uhh, you like the Wiggles, right?” Jason: “Nope! Have you ever read Crime and Punishment? :)”

Dick “accidentally” slaps some obnoxious guests with his wild hand gestures “Oh no! I’m so sorry :(( Let me get you an ice pack” and pulls them away while the other two hide their laughter

One of the ladies who is WAY too comfortable and forward when flirting with Bruce is forced to sit down with Tim and he goes in head first “what are you doing with my dad?” “oh you know what adults do, honey. Messing around, having fun” and he’s like “well My dad doesn’t look interested” “of course he is! who knows? Maybe we’ll hit it off and make another one of you one day” which gives Tim intense psychic damage, but he’s a horrible little brat so he doesn’t give up. He hits her with the innocent doe eyes and asks in the cutest fucking voice “Where do babies come from?” she BOOKS IT (they never see her again)

Anyway, to answer your question: they are little terrors. and Bruce knows they’re little terrors, but he doesn’t care because he hates the creepy attention even more than they do, but this way it comes with a show :D

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Romy Fic: Intrusive Thoughts

Rating: T for suggestiveness and one bare ass ;)

Summary: Taking place during XM #4 post-Basketball game. How exactly does Remy get Rogue to agree to go on a date?

Notes: Next piece in my canon series. Wanted to write about how we got from the charged (literally and figuratively) basketball game to Rogue agreeing to actually go out with him. Thus this scene was born. Also, it was an excuse to write Remy in the shower. ;) Thanks @ludi-ling for the beta!

I decided I'm adding a panel to go along with each entry...

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Intrusive Thoughts

Remy LeBeau is in the shower, deep in thought.  It had been a hot day but that hadn’t stopped them from playing a good game. It had almost felt like being among friends instead of teammates.  Who would have guessed Jubilee would be good for his ego? And showing up the Wolverine is always a plus.  The physicality had felt good, so much more satisfying than the drills in the Danger Room the professor made them run.  Even as the game intensified, it had all been in playful fun.  They had been accepting of him more than he realized.  

Unintentionally, his mind starts to drift.  Starts to dig around in the dark parts that he prefers to keep hidden.  They tolerate him now, but if they knew…?  There are so many factors that may come into play, so many that may blow over his carefully stacked house of cards.  The Thieves’ Guild, would they take him back? (It’s been long enough - surely they would welcome him home?)  Sinister might want another favor.  (The screams of those poor mutants still keep him up at night).  Belladonna… (He doesn’t want to think of Belladonna… How long has it been since they’ve spoken? How long has it been since they’ve touched…).

He closes his eyes, trying to reach out onto something that isn’t connected to his past.  She is the first thing that enters his mind.  Rogue.   She has been on his mind constantly since he had arrived at the mansion.  A welcome distraction to the darkening intrusive thoughts that have been haunting him lately.  

Stormy had brought him to the X-Men, misguided faith that she had in him. And it’s been nice, for a while, pretending to be the hero.  Pretending that there is some actual good in the world he could do.  Pretending that this might be a family worth keeping.  He knows his track record though, and if he was to be smart about it, he’d take off and not look back.  It’d be better for them in the long run.  Maybe better for him, too.  

For as much as he feels the need to go, he doesn’t. Because she’s there.  A beacon of light enticing him.  A smirk climbs on his lips as he thinks back to the court, about holding her in his arms, about what it would be like if she were really under him.  Or above him.  Or anywhere close to him would do.  The beautiful apple of Eden; forbidden to touch despite knowing how sinfully delicious the taste would be.  He knows better, he does.  But she’s not just another pretty girl.  There’s something more going on with this one.  He just doesn’t know what it is yet.  

…Or maybe he does just have a death wish.  

He turns the shower to cold, needing to cool off.  They are, after all, community showers.  

The sound of a muffled jazz song floats through the air.  Intrigued, he finishes his shower. He then grabs a towel off the rack, giving himself a quick dry down, before wrapping it loosely on his hips.  If he’s hearing it right, the music is coming from the room next door.  And he knows whose that is.  He steals a quick look in the mirror, grinning at his own form, wondering how she will react when she sees him.  

Just his luck, Rogue’s bedroom door is wide open and welcoming.   The stereo on her dresser is playing a slow, soulful tune as she sits curled up on her armchair, reading a book.  She’s changed out of her uniform, and looking relaxed in a pair of sweats and an oversized t-shirt that hangs off one shoulder.  God have mercy on his soul. She doesn’t have to do a thing to be breathtaking.  Wanting her is a constant state he doesn’t mind having to contend with.  

She’s so buried in her book that she doesn’t notice him standing there, casually leaning up against the doorframe.  He takes a moment, just to watch her, just to enjoy the wonderful creature that she is before he lets himself be known.  

“That a good book, chere?” he asks. 

Startled, she looks up, finally noticing he’s there.  Her eyes bulge when she sees him, in shock but not with disinterest.  It’s enough to make him grin wider.  

“Gambit,” she says.  There’s a blush on her cheeks as she turns her head away.  “You have no clothes on.” 

“I was just walking by from my shower,” he says, ignoring her observation.  “And heard Glen Miller on the radio.  Beautiful sounds that old boy makes, I just had to stop and listen.”  He takes a step into the bedroom.  Her eyes narrow, but she doesn’t stop him.  “Surprises me, though.  Figured you’d be the type who’d like something a little more…country.” 

She rolls her eyes at him, but smiles.  “I’m allowed to like more than one thing, you know.” 

“So, country isn’t off the table?” 

She bites her lip, looking towards the ceiling as he walks in a little further.  “What do you actually want, Gambit?” 

He comes in close and leans over, nearly whispering in her ear.  “You already know what I want,” he says.  Her entire body tenses as he lingers over her.  He makes her nervous.  He enjoys that he makes her nervous.  He knows when to push and he knows when to stop.  The fact that she hasn’t kicked him outright from her bedroom is a score for the day.  With Rogue, it’s the long game he’s playing.  “What’s this book that has you so engrossed?” 

“Oh,” she finally faces him, surprised.  “It’s nothing.” 

“A Duchess in Need,” he says, intrigued by the title.  “A romance book?” 

“I doubt you have any real interest in my book.” 

“Nothing wrong with a good romance book.” he licks his lips. “I find them inspiring.” 

“I’m sure you do.” 

“So, you wouldn’t mind me having a look?”  He makes a grab for the book.  She tears it away, just out of reach.  He goes for it again, this time using both hands.  The lunge forward causes the towel drop.  

“Gambit!” she cries, dropping the book in order to cover her eyes.  She’s scandalized but he doesn’t much care as he scoops down to pick up the towel and grab the book.  He loosely holds the towel up to cover himself as he flips open the book.  He knows his ass is hanging bare.  He knows, as she peeks through her fingers, that she can see it in the reflection of the vanity mirror.  He wants her to.  

“Oh, this be a dirty book,” he says, very amused as he starts reading.  “Her lips tremble and quiver with desire…”

“Gambit, give it back.” She jumps out of her seat, attempting to get the book out of his hands.  

“His manhood throbs in her hand...” 

“Gambit, I swear, I’ll…” 

“She finally submits to her lust.” 

“Gimme that.” She finally tears it from his hands, pulling it close to her chest.  “I get that this may seem silly to you, but I’m allowed to enjoy my books.” 

He may have pushed a little too far this time.  She is more closed off than ever, holding herself tightly, her eyes once again looking off in the distance.  Only this time there is anger.  “Chere, this book - it’s no good for you.”  

“Why? Because they should only be reserved for perverts like you?” Her voice is sharp.  Cutting.  

“Because it isn’t real romance,” he says.  It’s the seriousness in his voice that gets her to pay attention.  Up until now it’s been all flirty games and teasing words.  Most women he’s encountered, that’s all they need.  Not Rogue.  She’s going to need more.  How far is he willing to go? He isn’t sure.  But he knows there’s something stirring in his heart.  Something he can’t quite figure out.  

He wants her.  He’s known that much since the day he met her.  But he’s learning he may want all of her.  And that’s a much more dangerous game to play.  

“Like you know what real romance is,” she spits out.  

“I do.”  He takes a moment to pull the towel fully around his hips, securing it tightly.  The gesture is not lost on her.  “We get dressed up nice.  I take you to a nice dinner.  We can find some live jazz and dance in the moonlight.  We can talk…” 

“And then?” 

He gives her a suggestive glance.  “And then I take you home like a proper gentleman.” 

She scoffs at him.  “I doubt that.” 

“Your call, chere.” He plays it nonchalant, but his chips are all in.   

A long moment passes. Her eyes flicker as the wheels turn in her mind. It’s like he can see them. Whatever she’s thinking… 

“Okay,” she says carefully. 

“Okay?” He almost can’t believe it.  

“But if you try anything, I’ll break you in two.” 

“I would expect nothing less.” 

He turns to leave, knowing that her eyes are lingering on him, and smiles.  

[muffinsin]

Hiii! I was wondering if you could do a hc on thhe dimi sisters on how skilled they are when it comes to cooking? Thanksies!

Hey! :) absolutely! Like in previous posts, I believe I’ve written of them cook in other HCs, but seeing as there’s none dedicated to cooking only, I’ll make it this one🙌

Let’s get into it!

Masterlists

Bela

She’s a surprisingly good cook!

While not being better than the kitchen’s staff, she isn’t far below their level of expertise

While all of her skills are self taught, she’s had centuries of practice

That being said, she doesn’t necessarily like cooking

Following Alcina’s lead, she doesn’t openly enjoy many tasks, reserving them for the staff instead

Still, especially during a period in time in which Cassandra, in a way, relapsed and was feeling particularly bloodthirsty and all staff members were threatened at all times, she began teaching herself

With staff members short and no new ones available, the weather too cold for them to hunt and Alcina only having so much time to bring flesh home, she had little choice

Often, she’d stand in the kitchens, studying books and trying new recipes while her younger sisters sat on the counters

Cassandra, growling and whining ever so often, feeling beyond hungry. Daniela, her expression soft bout pouty, her arms wrapped tightly around her sister even as her own stomach cramped with hunger

Of course, Bela and Mother took care of them

Mother, out, hunting for more meat. Bela, at home, preparing the meat that could no longer be prepared by the chefs

“All done!”, the magic words, it seems, for her sisters always jumped up and swarmed around her, hungrily nuzzling at her shoulders and head until their feral minds caught up with the food sitting on the plate

In time, Bela became better and better at cooking

Occasionally, at night, in secret, she likes to try out new recipes

Often, she ends up calling out to her sisters, who are always eager for a midnight snack, even as it means waking up

She likes to try different dishes, some even to surprise Alcina with after a long day, others to try for herself

Thankfully, her sisters are always more than happy to help her out during such experiments

For example, Bela had a fun time learning Daniela dislikes spicy food, whereas Cassandra can’t stand raw vegetables

Either way, she is thankful for their feedback, and indulges them when asked to cook more and larger portions

And, sometimes, she is rewarded with rare kisses pressed to her cheeks by both her sisters as a thank you

Cassandra

Cooking? Pfft! The thought would never even cross her mind!

Her? No way!

But…given a try, Cassandra actually would be rather good at cooking, or rather;

Butchering

She’d know precisely how to cut and prepare meat, how to and how long to cook it

She could prepare nearly any meat given to her, of any creature

Skinning it, cutting the meat, choosing only the best parts of such to prepare them

She has only once made food, steak

She’d remember it vividly, if someone asked

Daniela, her younger sister, whining and standing next to her bed in the middle of the night, clutching her stomach and tugging on Cassandra’s blanket and the hem of her nightdress

Hungry, whimpering, pleading for her sister to help her out

A wish to go hunting together, that would have to go unanswered

Of course, Cassandra could not let her little sister go hungry and bored. Unwilling to disturb their mother and older sister, she stepped up

With Daniela following close behind, still holding onto her sister’s clothing, they swarm into the kitchen easily

Of course, her eyes immediately find the hanging meat all around the room

Pig, horse, dog, chicken, bird, wolf, deer…

She chooses the first option eventually, her fingers strong enough to rip it right from its hook at the wall

Daniela watches in wonder as her sister works, usually so bloodthirsty and rough, now precise in her movements

For a moment, Cassandra almost seems like Bela

Adding blood and syrup, herbs she likes and whatever else she can find for the two of them, Cassandra gets to work

She works precisely and stays concentrated all the way until the meat is done, swatting her sister’s hands away a couple times during the process

When done and presented to Daniela, she wears a proud smile as her younger sister all but digs in, moaning about how good it tastes

After this, in the following weeks, she finds Daniela in her room a couple more times, asking for more

Sometimes, she indulges her. At other times she doesn’t

It’s rare for her to cook, and when she does, she does it in secret

A little secret shared only between her and her younger sister

Certainly, she’d have the potential to be a chef

A butcher, for sure, though she isn’t interested enough to pursue such a thing

No, she likes to stick to her routine, to hunts and chases, torture and games, playing around and teasing, creating art unique to her, content in the knowledge that she has such a hidden skill within her

Daniela

Cooking?…not so much, really

She can’t say she hasn’t tried, really, she has!

And still, it felt like one giant failure

From being indecisive in regards to what to cook, to being unable to tell how to make the dish when finally choosing one, to winging it and spitting it back out in the end again

No, cooking is not one of her strengths

Though, she can bake, and she likes to bake

She likes to experiment like that, has a good understanding of what to do and what to avoid even when she experiments

She likes to bake cookies, bread, cakes and make pies, bake, brownies, whatever picks her interest at the time

And, she loves sharing what she’d made with her sisters, who by now eagerly accept the food given to them

As such, for example, Daniela learns that Bela has a secret sweet tooth and is unable to resist when being brought small, bite sized portions of brownies or muffins, or even cookies adorned with sprinkles or cream

Never anything big, always barely bite sized

But still, she hears the buzzing of her sister’s flies and feels pride within her upon pleasing her and gifting her food she so clearly enjoys

In return, Daniela often finds herself hugged to her older sister, whining about her hair getting messed up even as she grins widely as the top of her head is showered in kisses and little scratches that nearly have her drop right on Bela’s lap for more

Cassandra, on the other hand, enjoys sweet, but never too sweet flavours

Cookies, plain cakes, soft, warm bread

Never sprinkles, never brownies, never fully decorated cakes and pies

Once, she has dipped the cookies made for her sister in some blood-wine “lended” from Alcina

Cassandra wouldn’t stop purring her flies acted up and buzzed extra loud the entire day, the murderous brunette almost high on it like a cat might be on catnip

And still, the cookies are a rare treat for her and earn Daniela a lot of praise and appreciative scratches at her scalp, neck and chin

Heaven, really, if she believed in it

Daniela’s favorite baking times are the ones she gets to spend with her sisters, when she allows them to lick at the spoon, especially so if she bakes using some of the maiden’s blood and her older sisters quite literally bump heads attempting to lick the last bits from the empty bowl

Yes, she’s quite good at baking by now. But cooking? Not quite so much

There’s simply too much salt, too little salt, undercooked, overcooked, missing ingredients, ingredients that don’t go with other ones, too bland, too spicy, too sweet, too sour

She sighs at the thought of cooking. No, it’s certainly not for her

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Saw another “why would Tech even be interested in Phee” take out in the wild, so here’s a partial list of Phee’s many attractive qualities, because the double standard of every other character vs Phee is exhausting:

(Quick disclaimer—this isn’t me saying anyone has to like the ship. You don’t. It’s fine. Don’t ship things you don’t want to ship. Dislike the way it’s been written in the show if you want. Ship these two with other people or with no one if you want. I don’t care. This is just me being tired of people being weird about Phee):

1. She’s smart. She can improv her way through dealing with death traps and she’s got an area (areas) of expertise that Tech knows relatively little about. That makes her interesting. Also hot.

2. She’s gorgeous. Look at her. She’s ridiculously pretty.

3. She’s a great storyteller. Yeah, she changes her stories every time, but that’s at least part of why Tech is paying attention, because he notices that.

4. She’s a stone cold badass. And she’s a FUN stone cold badass. Disarmingly charming stone cold badass.

5. She’s a remarkably good person. She steals artifacts so that refugees can hang on to a bit of their culture in diaspora. This seems to be what pushes Tech from, “Oh, she’s interesting,” to, “OH. SHE’S BRILLIANT AND I MIGHT BE IN LOVE.”

6. She’s not nice, but she is kind, and that’s honestly a quality that she and Tech share. Phee isn’t soft, she’s not going to talk in therapy speak, she’ll push a little hard sometimes, but gosh darnit if she isn’t the person who would always stop to help someone with a flat tire (or respond to finding out some friends are broke, jobless, and on the run by immediately taking them back to her secret refuge so they can rest and recoup).

7. She’s incredibly direct and unafraid to speak her mind and…okay. This is going to get long. And I know some people will disagree with this, and that’s fine because everyone is different, and wants different things. But. Speaking personally from my point of view. The fact that Phee gives as good as she gets would be a really reassuring quality to have in a partner. I see a lot of myself reflected in Tech, but one of the many, many ways in which we’re very different is that I’m a consummate people pleaser, and Tech is very much not. At all. I don’t think he has a people-pleasing bone in his body.

But, here’s the thing—about half of my people pleasing comes from being terrified that I’ll say or do something that inadvertently hurts someone, and that person won’t just tell me or give me the chance to explain or make things right. And for how that relates to dating, I had people—friends and family—keep trying to set me up with incredibly shy men through most of my early twenties, no matter how many times I objected, because they had this perception that I was soft, wishy-washy, and needed to be treated with kid gloves. And…no. I’m opinionated as hell. I’m relatively confident about certain things. I just shut down my ability to project any of that because I was terrified of running roughshod over people without meaning to. But when I’m around someone who I know is willing to disagree with me, who I know will explain why, and who I know will push back if I take something too far? About 90% percent of my people pleasing and social anxiety evaporates. I know I don’t have to walk on eggshells around them—and that they aren’t going to walk on eggshells around me, either. They’re going to be direct about their issues and treat me like a freaking adult.

And, honestly, the fact that Phee doesn’t walk on eggshells around Tech (who also gives as good as he gets—Tech isn’t soft, nice, or shy and retiring; he’s confident as hell and he should be, because hot damn)—is. I don’t know. I like that she’s direct, and that she will recognize and pull back if she’s gone too far. This is projecting a bit, but, speaking personally, I would rather be with someone who treats me like an adult and tells me what’s up even if it’s uncomfortable than someone who never, ever tells me when they’re upset because they’re afraid of hurting my feelings and just lets me stew in social confusion all the time.

8. She can more than hold her own in a fight and she carries a sword around. That’s hot, I’m sorry.

9. Phee’s fantastic with Omega. She talks to her like she’s a person, she doesn’t ever shut Omega down, she’ll tell her stories, she’ll joke around with her, and she’s generally very respectful while also not holding her to the same standard she would if Omega were an adult. She’s even a little protective of Omega, even though Omega isn’t at all her responsibility. I think the moment that took Phee from ‘cool’ to ‘fantastic’ for me was towards the end of ‘Entombed’ while the Deadly Giraffe of Death was collapsing; Phee’s right there trying to shield Omega alongside Hunter. And. Like. Omega is Tech’s baby sister, he’s probably going to notice that how Phee treats her. Massive points in her favor for this.

[abbyslev]

𝑩𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑭𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺- 𝑱𝑱𝑲

A/N: HEY BABIES i’ve been working on this lmao i’m currently in my jjk obsession era i fear 😋 I HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYS THIS HAHA I HAD SM FUN WRITING IT!! ESP GOJOS LMAOO lmk if you guys want PARENT GOJO HCS BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY CUTE IDEAS LMAOO

WARNINGS: not proofread i fear 💔

yuuji bsfs hcs here!

YUUTA

prepare yourself 

he’s very shy at first, never had friends really so when he saw how cool you were he was very shy to talk to you

ofc you initiated conversation !! 

he noticed how maki was very close to you, yet you were less tense and way nicer 

you showed him around and he noticed everyone knew you which kind of intimidated him 

he started opening up about his interest and you two traded numbers after a while 

after a month or so you two started hanging outside of class and training 

late night dinners!! 

you randomly buy each other stuff from the convenience store !! 

gojo started sending him on missions with you and you had so much patience with him

you were very sweet and walked him through everything 

of course in the middle of a battle he’d stay and watch over you, yet watching intently to make sure nothing went wrong 

late night calls 

always always always helping him study!! 

you could tell maki was holding back a crush and yuuta DEFINITELY had a crush on her 

you were trying to get them to date 

he holds your bags when you guys shop!! 

training together, he asks you don’t hold back on him 

sharing food. you put on his plate whatever you don’t like and he will gladly eat it up!! 

you like to mess with his hair a lot, especially since it’s already pretty ruffled 

once he opened up to you completely, you know when he’s upset 

you know how to comfort him best 

showing up at his door with takeout late at night (you had to beg gojo to get it for you) 

staying in his dorm while y’all eat and play street fighter 

you teach him more about your power and your energy, to which he looks more into !! 

takes interest in your interest, you do the same !!

matching outfits on non-school days on accident

panda laughs at you both btw 

you guys are inseparable basically, if one’s not there, neither will the other!! 

MEGUMI

a lot of people think megumi is this cold, hard kid with no emotion 

WRONG 

you grew up with him, basically being raised by gojo too

he took a liking more to you than gojo i fear 

as kids, you two would fall asleep against each other while his divine dogs protected you both 

gojo ofc had to have a photoshoot 

megumi genuinely respects you as a sorcerer, seeing the endless nights you’d spend in your room training 

he claims he uses full force on you when you two train, but he’s obviously lying 

meg can be a picky eater sometimes, so he puts it on your plate 

he appreciates when you slide your soup to him without a word though 

he likes his space, and he greatly appreciates that you know that!! 

sometimes he wants to sit with you in silence, and sometimes he wants to be alone, and somehow you can read his mood perfectly 

he will tease you sometimes when you guys are alone

if you’re sitting on his bedroom floor, he will ruffle your hair or even crack some jokes 

he actually does play some video games, whichever ones you get him as presents 

he’s not on his phone much, but he does text you back fairly quickly 

doesn’t like you going on missions alone, and if you do, he may send a divine dog with you sometimes 

genuinely doesn’t understand how you can stand gojo sometimes 

which by the way, he uses to make you two match as kids 

gojo literally tried to put meg in a dress and got kicked in the face 

how do you get kicked by a seven year old? don’t ask 

very very supportive, but also very honest 

you call him before you go on dates and ask his opinions on your outfits 

“isn’t that a bit much skin? what if she’s like…i don’t know…not into that? Is that how it works?” poor him he doesn’t know 

if he finds a cute girl and he tells you about it, YOU WILL TALK TO HER ABOUT HIM 

he gets all shyyyyy 

meg still gets shy telling you things 

pretty much trusts you though

“lemme see em hehehe” as he gets his divine dogs out for you so you can play fetch w them :((

his doggies also comfort you a lot so since he’s not very emotionally available he’ll let you vent while petting the dogs

only lets you call him megs. one time panda tried it and got the death stare from megumi 

“why can only they call you megs” “cause i’m his favorite :D”

doesn’t let anyone be mean to you, HE WON'T BE ACCEPTING THAT BEHAVIOR 

pls take care of bb megs HES THE BEST OK 

TOGE

it was kind of a rough start

you didn’t understand his cursed speech and you definitely got stressed with “bonito flakes” and “kelp” 

you would ask him things but you couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t reply 

shorty after you met panda and maki and they explained 

which right after, that night you bought a notebook so you could communicate 

toge thought this was the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for him 

you guys ended up trading numbers and stayed up LATE sending each other videos and gushing about video games 

toge actually is pretty interesting, he hates not being able to talk about stuff with you

you finally got around to understanding his language !! 

that made everything much easier 

one time you were cold and he wrapped his scarf around you </33

don’t let his lack of speaking abilities fool you, this man WILL BE YOUR WINGMAN

you see a cute girl across the street, he’s chasing them down 

you two are an unbeatable duo, which is why you complete harder missions together 

training is ok, he can’t really use his voice so it’s just you two wrestling 

on missions you keep throat medicine on you for him

you help him study a lot, he’s actually very smart 

study sessions usually end up with you two on his bed, junk food everywhere and controllers in your hands,  hushed arguments between the two

you usually buy his lunch and bring it to him, but if y’all are out together, he pays for everything like the gentleman he is 

your biggest supporter!! if you fail at a move or can’t perfect something, he text you words of encouragement 

pls protect toge he deserves the world 

GOJO

dear god hold on 

how you survived high school gojo is beyond anyone’s comprehension 

you basically rasied meg too 

he’s tall… HE WILL USE THAT TO HIS ADVANTAGE 

hiding things from you all the time

if you are texting your situationship or something gojo WILL take your phone and read everything outloud 

if you fall on your ass or something embarrassing happens, instead of helping you he will record to humiliate you in front of his kids 

which btw they are your kids too !!

esp megs, you raised him and (though he’ll never admit it) he sees you as a mom

you submit to nobara’s shopping addiction i fear 

you’ll be in the middle of a lesson and HERE COMES GOJO BARGING IN 

the students stare at him in fear as he lift up one side of his blindfold to show you a funny video he found 

also don’t worry about having to pay for anything, he’s got it covered 

you try and deny him but he’s like “we all know you need it” annoying ass 

you also swear to never take him to family gatherings again 

but you do every single time 

the one time you took him your cousins fawned over him and your aunties asked if that was your husband and you had to explain he was your best friend 

gojo waved at your cousins and even fucking posed ???? 

you yelled at him on the way home but all he did was smile 

you used to tuck in megumi in bed and gojo would be like “don’t let the curses bite” and you would stare him down

gojo sends you on wild missions, yet still makes sure they’re safe enough for you 

he takes a liking to yuuji, meg, and nobara so he sends you to watch over them 

he knows your parental instincts are STRONG so he knows you will protect the kids with your life

one time megumi was being very open and honest with you about a problem and gojo interrupted you guys 

megumi never talked about his emotions again i fear 

if you ever get seriously injured he will joke around and take you to Shoko, but he’s really worried and doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you

keeps you out of his battles, and will even fight yours

see a girl you like? he’s on his way to let her know and maybe even get her number for you! 

will literally bring you food at two in the morning 

it's just who he is 

knows he seriously fucked up when you pull his hair, lift his blindfold up and see your face like “>:(”

you usually call him saturo so when you say “gojo SATURO!” he knows he fucked up

he loves his kids…yet he leaves them with you and now you have to deal with their bickering 

on your off days he loves to take you to shopping and out to eat! it’s his favorite

“max out my card” as an apology but all you want is a real explanation to why he blew up your room and why his kids were laughing 

you flick his forehead a lot 

you and utahime gang up on him a lot i fear 

though she’s very serious and you just like to tag along 

he buys you cool little trinkets 

“what’s this?” “a special something” and its literally just a snow globe 

not very emotionally available either so he just jokes around and tries his best to help you 

you understand he can get upset and refuse to show it, so you just sit beside him and draw shapes on his knees until he says something 

his phone is full of you throwing fits and angry photos 

occasionally cute ones of you guys together 

he sends you thousands of photos of either him, scenery, his kids or strangers 

you do the same obviously 

one time you and shoko hung out and sent gojo a pic and he screenshotted shokos smeared lipstick and sent it with a “??”

you post him on your insta and all ur friends slide up asking for his @ 

yes his ego gets bigger 

your favorite thing to do is grab the back of his head and yank off his blindfold and curse at him 

use to shove megumi in your arms and scream into his hands 

“HE WONT EAT THE FUCKING VEGGIES PLEASE JUST HELP”

megumi gladly ate the veggies you fed him 

rivalry fr

“EW PUT SHOES ON” as he wiggles his bare feet in your face

will teleport to your room randomly 

you also steal his glasses randomly 

he KNOWSSSS when theres a woman in room

will start spam texting you for details 

he is part of the sassy man apocalypse i fear 

you and shoko shoo him away for some “girl time” and he goes “i AM one of the girls” with a little sassy eye roll

i could write about this man forever LMAOO

fav

NANAMI

its not a spoken title but trust everyone knows your nanamis best friend 

i mean why else would he allow you in his office just so you can gossip ?? 

gojo complains about being mistreated 

whenever he buys books he buys two, one for you one for him 

buys you lunch! 

since he does love food, friday and saturday night dinners are a must 

you guys like to try different foods from different countries! 

every once in a while he will drink wine with you 

you guys are pretty much a deadly duo 

will give you flowers! it’s sweet

he’s not big on social media but he will go on there to like your newest post 

gojo complains again i fear 

you planned a super big vacation for you both for his birthday and even got some days off for him

that was the only vacation he’s ever been on, and he couldn’t thank you enough

though you wanted to pay, he ended up paying for everything you wanted at the trip

you spent so much money on reservations and plane tickets, he was worried 

he refuses to let you pay for anything! 

he’s not a pro at dates, but he will help you plan out a date 

also buys you a new outfit and helps you get ready 

“Did you get her flowers? should we get her anything else, or is this fine?” 

biggest supporter, but also does not enable bad actions like fear 

“well you’re not my dad” “fine then, go and get butthurt” 

he’s very sarcastic and straightforward with you, you love it 

he’s very organized about his outfits, so you’ll mess with him by saying his shirt is untucked or something 

when he carries you on his back because you’re super drunk you’ll be like “you loveeeee mee” 

“you keep telling yourself that.” but he indeed loves you so much 

opens doors for you, car doors, keeps hygiene products for you in his car, never lets you pay, always has a jacket ready for you, carries your bags, gets you dinner, this man is THE gentleman 

“NNAAAAAAANAMIIIII” “oh god, what now?”

you bust into his office anytime 

you guys like reading the morning paper and sharing your thoughts on it 

you got eachother thin little matching bracelets 

he does wear his :(( all the time :(( he never takes it off :(( 

CUTE CUTE CUTE YOU GUYS ARE BESTIES 

tags: @saenora

[klaprisun]

One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley)(Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 32: Haley's POV

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

To my delight, I awakened in the early morning with the person I had just shared quite a night with still by my side. I do feel fairly guilty for not returning the favor for Danny, but she had rocked my world so intensely that I couldn’t even register what had happened. 

I also was feeling a little nervous with everything too, considering it was my first time getting down and dirty with a girl. I really don’t want to embarrass myself, or make myself a fool. Being bad at things on the first try makes me lose my mind too, so I can either be phenomenal or nothing at all. Little dramatic on my part, but I don’t want Danny to laugh at me or pity me.

She really isn’t that kind of person though, she wouldn’t laugh at me or make fun of me. I know she would be patient with me and let me take my time figuring things out, but I don’t want to disappoint her. Danny really set the bar high with her performance last night.

Just as I was about to sit up in bed, I looked down and noticed Danny’s arm strewn across my stomach. Her hand was caressing the side of my hip ever so gently in her sleep. She was sleeping, stomach down, head turned away from me with the blankets weirdly entwined with her legs. She is a really warm bodied person, so I can see how the blankets got kicked down to our legs like that. I would’ve been cold all night if it wasn’t for her body heat.

I watch as Danny’s bare back rises and falls slowly with each deep breath she takes in her sleep. She was truly okay with sleeping naked last night, which I really didn’t mind. It is a nice treat to wake up to this morning, that's for sure. 

Suddenly, as if sensing I was awake, Danny rolls over onto her back with a groan. She stretches her arms above her head and grabs onto the headboard. At this moment, all other thoughts have escaped my brain and my heart flutters in my chest.

“Haley,” Danny groans in another attempt to stretch, this time her legs. “Are you up?”

“Mhmm,” I sing back, soaking up her beautiful body. I try to be polite, but my eyes just keep finding their way to her chest. 

“I did end up having a dream where this ended up coming off.” As she said that, she tugged at my nightgown. Danny had rolled onto her side now to look at me, propping her head up with her hand. 

“Oh, did you?” I seductively respond, propping myself up as well so we are face to face. She wraps her other arm around my waist and pulls me closer, pressing our bodies together tightly. 

“Do you always look this pretty when you first wake up?” Danny whispers.

“I could say the same to you…” I feel my cheeks heat up and look away sheepishly. She brings my gaze back to her by taking my chin in her hand. She softly kisses my lips, which I quickly return. 

What starts off as a wholesome moment, quickly escalates to a continuation from the night before. Our lips move in perfect sync with one another, sometimes slipping a tongue into the mix here and there. I find myself rolling on top of Danny so that I’m straddling her hips. She effortlessly slips my nightgown off and hangs it up on the post of the headboard. She does a double take when she notices her cowboy hat hung up on the same post.

“Hey, there’s my hat,” she exclaims as she reaches over and places it atop of her head. She just got significantly sexier with the hat.

“Oh my Yoba…” I mutter, feeling my underwear getting a little soaked. And so early in the morning, how dare she.

I feel her grab onto my hips and flip me around so that I’m now under her. She grabs onto the headboard with one hand and keeps the other wrapped around my waist. 

“Ah ah ah,” I managed to get out between kisses.

“What’s wrong?” Danny pulls back worriedly.

“You had your time to shine last night. It’s my turn,” With my movement, I slowly guide us into switching positions so that I’m back over her. 

“Are you sure you are comfortable with that?” Danny sighs, biting her lip.

“Well when you make that face at me. I’ll do anything for you,” I reply, nipping at her neck. She tilts her head back and untenses her body, putting her arms behind her head. She still has her darn hat on too.

I start to venture down her body the same way she did to me last night. I place kisses all over her body, focusing mostly on her chest. Soon after I travel down to just above the hem of her panties and nip at her skin around there. Taking a deep breath, I go to slip my hand under the waistband. But just before I do, I notice my long, manicured nails. I hesitantly cringe at the thought of using my wicked long nails to pleasure Danny, but then get a bold idea. 

I made the decision so fast, Danny didn't even realize I had hesitated. Instead of slipping my hands down the front of her waistband, I slip them down the sides and tug her underwear off. I gently graze my fingernail along the inside of her thighs, giving her goosebumps. My thumb finds its way to her clit and I rub in circles. She is soaking wet at my touch, making my stomach flip in excitement.

I lower my head down to between her legs and push her legs further apart so I can start using my mouth. 

“Oh Haley…” Danny moans, arching her back as my tongue makes contact with her clit. “I didn’t expect you to do that…”

I don’t reply since I was a bit busy, but I bring one hand up and flash my nails at her as my only explanation. 

I feel her legs start to quiver and shake but I hold them down, not letting her squirm away from me. I’ve never felt so dominant in a relationship before. Even between Danny and I, she is usually the one doing the work so this is a nice change.

“You are doing so well,” Danny moans to me, making my heart skip a beat. I watch her hand fly up and grab onto her hat as she arches her back again. Her body starts to shutter, and I feel her start pulsing against my tongue. She lets out a moan, but I hear her try to hold back anymore from escaping. She is making sure Emily doesn’t hear what's going on. 

Slowing down and pulling away, I look up to see Danny panting heavily, closing her eyes and leaning her head back.

“You sure you’ve never done that before?” Danny breathes out. 

“I think I’d remember if I had,” I chuckle.

“Never know. What if you had too much to drink,” Danny teases, putting her underwear back on. I give her a playful shove as I get up to put some clothes on for the day.

“Round three?” Danny sneers, eyeing me up as I bend over to ruffle through a drawer of my dresser.

“Put your clothes on, silly,” I begin to put on a jean skirt and blouse. Danny tries standing up from the bed, but her legs wobble too much and she just falls back onto the bed. 

“I need a minute,” she huffs. I pick up her clothes from the floor and toss them at her, rolling my eyes playfully. 

She slips into her flannel and starts doing up all the buttons. She then finally stands up and hikes her shorts up and on. 

“Time for breakfast,” she slings her arm around my shoulders and walks us to the bedroom door to head out for the day. I have a sneaky feeling everyone is going to know something is up. Danny isn’t exactly the subtlest person ever. 

The two of us head over to the kitchen, Danny’s arm still slung around my shoulders. I feel a blush forming on my face as we near Emily who is sitting at the kitchen table. And just as I suspected, Danny cannot refrain from doing the most already.

“What’s up Emily!” She holds her hand up for a high five. Emily raises her eyebrow but smacks her hand against Danny’s. She quizzically turns to me for an answer, but sees the huge blush I have on my face. 

“OH MY YOBA,” She screeches. Her hands fly up to her mouth to cover it in shock. Danny goes to lean on the table, but stumbles as she just misses the corner of it. She cannot play it cool whatsoever. 

Time for me to get ready for a million questions and have the whole town know.

[leatherface-kisser]

Can I request headcanons for Drayton, nubbins, chop top, and Bubba with a little sister around 7 years old. I like to imagine she's the exact opposite of them and is very sweet and innocent

Absolutely! Thank you for your request! These were so precious to think about. I did go a little dark in the very end, but there's nothing graphic, it's only implied. Hope that's okay!

Warnings : Murder and Cannibalism (implied)

🧸The Sawyers with a young sister🌷

Now let me make something clear beforehand… good luck trying to stay 100% innocent as a child while growing up with the Sawyers. The house is FILLED TO THE BRIM with bones and other human parts. Leatherface is wearing masks made out of human faces. I mean, there are literal murders taking place within the house! And the cannibalism obviously! I’m not saying it would be impossible for a kid to be innocent and sweet in this family, don’t get me wrong. However, I think the innocence would be more so because the child is oblivious to the fact that all of this isn’t normal.

With that being said! With such a young little sister around, the older Sawyer brothers would be viciously protective of her. You know how big brothers get with their baby sisters. No intruder could even manage to get close to the property without rapidly being dealt with. They’re more territorial than ever. No one will ever hurt their little sister. If it happens, it will be over their dead, cold body.

With Drayton at the gas station and the twins wandering around god knows where most of the time, the little girl spends most of her days with Bubba and Grandpa. Grandpa, as much as she loves him, isn’t exactly the most fun to hang out with though… So she and Bubba are the closest and get along very well. Bubba is a bit relieved not to be the baby of the family anymore and he feels a bit more capable and confident due to taking care of her during the day. When he’s not busy with chores, he plays with her. They’re often playing pretend with tea parties, playing dress up… and Bubba is genuinely having a blast each time.

Imagine Bubba letting his little sister do his masks' hair, with little ribbons everywhere and everything. Picture his pretty woman mask with ponytails or braids decorated with flowers, adorable. He sits on the ground and patiently lets her have fun, he himself is enjoying the little makeovers for sure. He only intervenes when she’s being too rough on the mask or when she needs help.

There’s also lots of Tag you’re it and Hide and Seek. Can you imagine how cute that would be? There’s this giant who's poorly hidden in a corner of the house or behind a tree, oblivious to the fact his round belly is sticking out of the hiding spot. And his baby sister creeps closer and closer until she jumps out at him with a loud “BOO!”. Bubba jumps with a startled yelp, causing the little girl to giggle with glee.

The two of them are very close and it’s honestly super sweet. I have a feeling Bubba would get along well with children. They share pinky promises, little secrets and such together. Bubba often carries his sister around like a bag of potatoes much to her absolute joy and delight. She loves nothing more than when her strong brother lifts her off the ground with no effort. Leatherface might be terrifying to others, but to his sister, he’s the strongest, kindest, safest person around!

Everyone is very, very fond of their sweet sister. And Grandpa also appreciates his granddaughter of course. Sometimes, she settles near him and rambles on and on about various things. You know that thing kids do, talking about mostly nonsensical things. Grandpa isn’t completely there, but he seems to enjoy her presence. The girl also probably likes to “gossip” with grandpa, like how Drayton says a lot of bad words, how Chop Top kinda stinks sometimes and how Nubbins blew raspberries at her the other day (How rude!). She does this mostly because Grandpa never scolds her for gossiping. He never really answers, but she still loves him.

The girl will be wearing her brothers’ old clothes from when they were children. Almost all of them are patched up, some of them are a little baggy, but they do the job just fine! She may have one cute dress to wear for special occasions, but otherwise, she wears the clothes that have been passed onto her. 

Sometimes, when a specific piece of clothing reminds him of something, Drayton often rambles to her about an anecdote from when he raised his little brothers. “Oh I remember patching up that one! Nubbins got stuck in that tree over there, it took an hour to get him down! The shirt got all messed up… Fucken nitwit… At least yer sweet hm? You don’t get into trouble like that. Yer a good girl.” *head pats*

Oh yeah, Drayton swears a LOT. He would attempt to watch his mouth around his impressionable sister, but he quite often slips up. Bad habit he inherited from Grandpa. Chop Top also swears like a sailor, but doesn’t even attempt to limit himself. He would probably even go as far as to teach his sister bad words just to piss Drayton off. Nubbins only swears occasionally, his language is surprisingly clean compared to the other two.

Speaking of Nubbins, he makes a ton of little toys and trinkets for his little sister! They’re pretty… Morbid. But still! They’re made with care and love, that’s what matters, and the kid most probably loves them. I can imagine Nubbins crafting dolls out of taxidermied small animals, and plenty of other stuff. His artistic tendencies and imagination comes in very handy! He takes so many pictures of her also. Just... so many. This kid has seen the flash of the camera hundreds of times by now.

Chop Top listens to music with her. He's that cool brother who visited the world and has a ton of stories to tell about his time in Nam Land. And he knows a lot of songs! So smart! The young girl listens to him talk with music in the background. She's having a bit of a hard time keeping up with the narration, but it sounds very interesting and cool nonetheless!

Bubba also makes stuff for his little sister! He knows how to sew quite well and will spend a lot of time adjusting his sister’s clothes so that they fit her a little better. He might also use scraps of clothing from previous victims to patch them up, or even decorate them! The sawing looks rough, but it’s sturdy.

Bubba gave the little girl his old Teddy Bear one night when she came into his bedroom after she had a nightmare. Big bro Bubba is very strong, he can protect her from any mean intruder! In an attempt to comfort her, he dug into his closet and retrieved the dusty plushie from the back. Teddy could protect her! He had protected Bubba from nightmares just fine when he was her age! Now that he doesn’t need Teddy anymore, she can have it. A pretty bow was added on the bear later on. She carries the thing everywhere with her. Teddy has his own spot at the dinner table.

Almost all of her toys are either passed onto her, or were crafted by one of the brothers. Brand new toys are a rarity and only reserved for special occasions, the Sawyers can’t afford much when it comes to these things. No worries though, the toys already available to her should be plenty enough! I imagine the kid would have a blast playing in the bone room. You know, the one where Pam stumbles upon in the movie. Picture this kid playing with different skulls, making them talk and playing out little adventures, or her just having fun with the feathers on the ground. Heck, just going outside is the best activity ever for the girl! There’s a big property to explore, flowers to pick up, bugs to capture and chickens to pet!

However, it’s always a bit scary for her when there’s intruders or victims around. There’s a lot of screaming and chaos, and Bubba looks very scared too. The girl is a bit frightened each time, but she feels reassured when her big brothers laugh in these moments. They’re laughing, so everything’s okay right? Plus, the screaming always eventually stops, they’re all strong enough to protect her, especially Bubba. Also, when there’s a guest, that means the fridge is getting restocked, which means more food on the table! So it’s okay. The girl does not know any better, this is just life to her. Family is good, family is safe, family is everything.

Thank you for reading! 🌼🧡

[canadianfangirl-95]

Choose One. 

Triple Frontier character x f! reader

Don’t talk to me this was supposed to be a drabble but idk how to stop. No description because this literally feels like I took 4 pages out of a book and threw them down with no explanation.

No specific TF character is the love interest, choose one of them as your fave and enjoy the angsty ride. No description of reader, nicknames Black Widow and princess.

Warnings- mention of smutty stuff but pretty tame, Tom being an SOB, swearing, drinking 

Word count- 2700  

The evening air in the small South American town you were based in was growing cooler as the sun had set. You were seated, squished between two of your teammates, Frankie and Will, while Benny and Santi sat on the floor of the common area building, leaning against a small coffee table. Each of you were putting back beers like they were the last on earth, and just enjoying each other’s company. The conversation had swiftly changed to the favourite subject of the group, Santi’s love life.  

Will commented, “I think we all know the biggest slut around here is Pope. Didn’t you hook up with Tara from scheduling last week? She was only here for 3 days, and you still managed to get her into bed.” he said, leaning past you to give Santi a shit eating grin. 

The group let out a boisterous laugh at Santi’s copious infidelities. He threw his hands up conceding, “Hey laugh it up, if I’m gonna be teased for getting laid the most I will gladly take it.”  

Benny interjected, “Honestly, considering Black Widow is one of the only women at this base, I can’t believe she isn’t the one who’s getting laid the most.” He pointed at you, to which you shrugged and brought your cold beer to your lips with a smirk. You had your fair share of base affairs, but every guy you had tried out failed to truly satisfy you the way you needed, so they didn’t stay on the roster very long. Besides, they were only ever a distraction from what you truly wanted but couldn’t have. 

Santi nodded along, “Yeah why are you hanging out with us all the time when you could be getting it on every minute of the day?” 

You chewed the inside of your cheek in thought before responding, “Maybe that’s the thing, there’s not a whole lot of fun when it’s just like a guaranteed thing. I at least want to work for it a little, cuz in all honestly, I think with all single men considered, you guys are only one’s at this base who haven’t tried to sleep with me.”  

You let out a chuckle as the group went quiet, each of them looking at one another with an embarrassed look on their faces. Frankie’s ears grew red underneath his curly brown locks and baseball hat. You immediately noticed the way Santi downed the rest of his drink and Benny and Will exchanged a knowing glance.  

Your eyebrows furrowed with confusion at the sudden change in demeanor. “What’d I say?” 

 Frankie leaned in and shook his head, “Nothing, you didn’t say anything wrong.” 

“Okay, well then why does it feel like something just happened?” You questioned.  

Benny went to open his mouth but was quickly slapped on the arm by Will, causing him to look away from your gaze toward the dull beige ceiling that was adorned with water stains.  

You perked up in your seat between Frankie and Will on the old leather couch, “Okay, now you guys are freaking me out, what’s up?” 

The air grew thicker as Santi finally turned his attention back to you with a huff, “Widow, now don’t shoot the messenger here,” he said putting his hands on his chest to speak as earnestly as possible, “but when you joined the team, Tom made us all promise not to sleep with you.”  

Your mouth dropped; you had been a part of this team as their sniper for 8 months. Four of the guys had welcomed you with open arms, but not Tom. He had been nothing but a pain in your ass since the moment the Sergeant introduced you. You still remember the day vividly. Being transferred out of your old team after months of belittlement by the macho muscle heads you had been paired with. Each of them had welcomed you with a smile and worked hard to form a personal bond with you. Except for Tom of course, he immediately started calling you princess and continued the belittlement of your previous squad.  

Before you could speak, none other than Tom entered the common area room you were all seated in. Blood boiled to the surface as you rose from your seat and started towards him. Meak calls of protest rang out behind you from the group of men, but it was pointless. Your red face was met with his equally aggressive facade.  

Stopping mere feet in front of him you crossed your arms and raised your head high, “You son of a bitch who do you think you are deciding who I can and can’t sleep with?” You said with a strong tone.  

Tom’s eyebrows popped up with shock, he looked over your shoulder to the four men all seated with their heads down. He smirked and turned his attention back to you. “So, they finally told you huh? That’s fine, it was the right decision then and it’s the right decision now.”  

“I have worked tirelessly for this team for 8 months, and yet you still only have ever seen me as a,- a sexual thing and a fucking distraction. You’ve never seen me as the same as anyone else here on this team.” Heat rising in your voice with each matter-of-fact word.  

Tom scoffs and crosses his arms, “Don’t get all self-righteous on me princess. You’re no better than any of us when it comes to sexualizing your team. As if you haven’t thought about each and every one of us here. Even me I bet; you seem like you’d be into a little hate sex.”  

You stuttered, “In your fucking dreams Tom-,” 

“No, actually, in yours. Don’t think we haven’t heard you. We all share that bunk house.” His voice lowered to a seductive whisper, and you took a deep swallow.  “You really think we haven’t heard the deep breathing, the slight moans, the creak in the box spring, all coming from your bed late at night. Or maybe you wanted us to hear it. Maybe while you do it, you’re thinking about what would happen if one of us heard and decided to slide into bed with you. What would happen if one of us finally broke that boundary, offering to finish you off. So, before you come at me, claiming I only see you as a sexual thing, why don’t you think about how many times you’ve gotten off thinking about one of us in these 8 months.” 

Your body shivered and your hair stood straight on your arms. His words cut through you like a knife, as you knew that most of it was true. The four men behind you were some of the most attractive men you’d ever met and were kind to boot. Of course you had thought about them, who wouldn’t, but it was none of Tom’s business, nevertheless.  

He looked up in thought, enjoying your stunned moment, as the rest of the guys held breaths and chewed fingernails, desperate not to get pulled into the situation. “You know, I told the Sergeant that I’d be willing to make it work with you, but now I’m not so sure. Maybe it’s about time you transfer to another base where there are less, what did you call it? Distractions.” he said pointedly, staring into your eyes with fire.  

You glared back at him, considering your options. Finally, an idea sparked, and you were willing to try it if it meant you would be staying on this team. Not just to continue being a thorn in Tom’s side, but to stay with the guys you had developed so many feelings for. Especially the one you had felt your heart tug toward for months now. Pulling your stern look into a sly smirk, you take a step inward and drop your arms to your sides, caging Tom in with your body to the point that he was doing his best not to touch your chest with his crossed arms. “You know Tom, you actually missed the beginning of this conversation. In which I informed the guys that besides them, every other single man on this base has tried to sleep with me. Give that some thought, and then accept the fact that, I’m not going anywhere.” You bite your lip and step back, turning your back on him and returning to the seated area where the group was sitting. You decided not to make eye contact with them as you collected your drink and phone. Turning swiftly on your heels you started towards the door, calling out just as you were about to exit, “Don’t wait up for me boys, got some business to take care of.” You declare with a wink, flipping your hair over your shoulder as you leave.  

Tom turns his head away from the door and pinches the bridge of his nose, “Is the Sergeant single?” he asks with a deep breath out his nose.  

Nodding his head, looking down at the cool white tile flooring of the room Will responds, “Yeah, got divorced last year.”  

“Son of bitch, isn’t that fucking great.” Tom exhales. “What the fuck guys?” he asks, turning his attention to the men and opening his arms wide. 

Santi’s mouth gapped, “Us? What about you? You’re the one that came up with that misogynistic rule and that fucking violating monologue.” He pointed towards the door you left from, exasperated by the situation.  

Tom waved his hands authoritatively, “You know what, I don’t wanna hear about it. We have a meeting at 8 tomorrow, if she’s not there, she’s out and I don’t care who she’s slept with. I’ll personally escort her stateside if I have to. All of you get some shut eye.” He turned and bound out the door, slamming it closed behind him.  

A chill fell upon the group as they released the breaths they were holding, unsure of what was to come.  

Benny scratched his nose and said in a low voice, “I thought I was the only one.” 

Frankie crossed his arms on his chest and leaned back asking, “Only one for what?” 

He shrugged, “Only one to hear her. Have you guys?” he asked, looking between the three uncomfortable faces around him.  

Santi let out a groan as he stood from his seat on the floor, “We all do it man, keeps us sane. Just supposed to ignore it.”  

Frankie and Benny shared an agonizing glance and stood, all of them retreating to their bunks in silence. Each of them lay there awake, wondering if you were going to come back that night, and when the clock chimed for midnight, they knew they had their answer.  

In all honesty, sleeping with the Sergeant wasn’t something you were expecting would be happening. He was actually quite handsome with a Kevin Costner vibe to him and showed you a good time. Plus, you certainly wouldn’t have to be worrying about Tom medaling in your assignment now that you’ve got his boss wrapped around your finger. When you arrived back to the bunk house it was empty, all of the team had seemingly already left for the morning assignment meeting.  

“She’s gonna be here.” Frankie said sternly, leaning against a desk, bracing his hands on the cool wood top as Benny paced in front of him.  

“I don’t know man she was pretty pissed last night.” The younger man stated, scratching the back of his head and looking sheepishly at the door.  

Will and Santi sat at the desks lined up in the room, arms crossed and giving each other worried glances. Benny startled as Tom entered carrying his clip board of the assignment run down. He glanced around the room and smirked taking notice in your absence.  

“Well, if princess isn’t here in let’s see,” he pulls his wrist to his face to analyze the time on his watch, “30 seconds I guess we’ll be looking for a new sniper again. Shame really, she was a good shot, just couldn’t shut the fu-,” 

“Morning, gentleman, and Tom.” You say as you skip through the open door, brushing past Tom and taking a seat on the desk beside Santi. Crossing your arms and legs and providing Tom with a pointed stare. The rest of the men looked to one another with utter shock and fear of your boldness.  

Tom gave a strong huff, “Just on time, late night?”  

“Late night, early morning. The Sergeant says hi by the way.” You say with a wink.  

He bares his teeth and shifts on his feet, “Alright, I’ve been thinking about our little issue here. I may have over stepped.” He puts on a sly grin and your defenses only triple, unsure where this false change of heart might be coming from.  

“You’re right, you and the guys here should be able to sleep with whomever you want. So, by all means, choose one.” he says, squaring his shoulders with confidence. 

Your eyebrows pop up in confusion, “Choose one?” You repeat.  

He shrugs and gestures to the men, “Yeah, choose one. Clearly you want to otherwise you wouldn’t have thrown such a fit. I’m a reasonable guy, but I do still think it would be a bad idea for you to be toe curling with everyone here. So, as a compromise, you can have one of them.” 

You take a deep breath, considering his proposition. Glancing around the room at the four men, they all look at you with desperate faces. Your eyes meet with the one you’ve been falling for all this time and a shiver runs through your body as his eyes burn into you with desire. All that’s been unspoken between the two of you slowly bubbling to the surface as you both consider what Tom has said. This whole time you thought he wouldn’t be interested. Wouldn’t want you the way you wanted him. Knowing now by the look on his face, the only thing truly keeping the two of you apart was the juvenile rule Tom had thrust upon him. His eyes said a thousand words. I want you. I’ve wanted you this whole time. Choose me. Love me the way I love you. You’ve thought about it a hundred times. What it would be like to finally take his face in your hands and pull him close in for a kiss. What it would sound like for the words that hung in your throat to finally spill out and for him to say the same. How it would feel to have his hand skate up the back of your uniform and settle on the small of your back before falling desperately into the sheets. 

Your daydreams and pining were suddenly cut short when your attention was brought back to the clearing of Toms throat. You shift your weight on the desk, “Interesting proposition Tom, I’ll have to think about it.”  

He grits his teeth, “Oh come on princess, I think you should give us an answer right now. Don’t wanna leave the guys hanging. They deserve to know who is gonna get the absolute pleasure of the Sergeants sloppy seconds.”  

You shake your head and roll your eyes at his derogatory comment, “You had the night to think about it Tom, I think I deserve the same.”  

The group looks to Tom, awaiting his answer. He takes a scan of the room and sees the stern faces. Nodding confidently, “Once again, I’m a reasonable man. We’ll talk tomorrow. Today, we have a day trip to take, and I want everyone focused anyway.” he says, snapping his knuckles on the clipboard in his hand. 

As Tom drummed on about the plan, you stole your last weary glance at the man you longed for, that you may finally have within reach. The one you’ll choose and will choose you, everyday for the rest of your lives. 

[liliesonpandora]

A Father Protects

Jake Sully & Tuktirey

Plot: Jake and Tuk cannot sleep, so they stay up and talk. Jake checks in with her and she shares her fears with him. He comforts her until she falls asleep.

Warnings: discussion of trauma

Jake sat at the pier connected to his family’s home and stared out at the vast ocean in front of him. It made him feel endless and forever, regardless of how short life could really be.

On nights like these when he would toss and turn in bed, he often came outside so he wouldn’t disturb his wife and children while they slept. When his mind would not let him rest, he gave into it. He thought about a lot; his choices… his family… Grace… his brother…

Just then, he heard a small creak in the wood and his head whipped around to see what it was.

“Daddy?” Tuk called out as her figure appeared around the corner in front of her father.

“Tuk, what are you doing out of bed? It’s late.” he said as she walked over to where he was sitting. He grabbed her by her torso, planting her in his lap so that she was facing him. He held her so that her back was supported comfortably.

“You’re out of bed too,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Fair point” he admitted while running a hand through her short braids. “Whats wrong, my love? Why aren’t you sleeping?”

She reached up to fiddle with his necklace while she spoke. She always loved how pretty the river stones were. “I don’t know, it’s sometimes hard to sleep here. The sounds at nighttime are really different from home.”

Jake sighed deeply. “You’re right about that. The ocean waves seem like they should be calming, but it’s just… different.” There was a strange expression on Tuk’s face, and it was unchanging. Jake felt like there was something she wasn’t saying, but he decided to change the subject. “Well, I appreciate you coming out here to keep me company. I was getting pretty lonely all by myself.”

She looked up at him and smiled. “I get lonely too. Next time when we both cant sleep, can we always be together like this?”

“I’d love that, little one. I miss just hanging out with you.”

“You do?”

“Of course, you’re like the coolest one here.”

She blushed and looked down, her face getting red from embarrassment. “Thanks, Dad.”

Jake smiled at her in adoration. “How was your day today?”

“Uhhh pretty good. I went diving with Lo’ak and Tsireya, it was fun.”

“Is Lo’ak being a good brother to you? Cause I’ll deal with him if he isn’t, you can tell me.”

“Yeah, don’t worry. He’s extra nice to me when we’re with Tsireya. He tries to impress her.”

“What’s going on with those two anyway?”

Tuk popped her head past her father’s back to glance at the marui and make sure no one was listening. She spoke in a whisper, “well you didn’t hear it from me, but I think they’re dating.”

“Oh really, what makes you say that?” He whispered back. Jake knew exactly what was going on between his youngest son and the chief’s daughter. But he just loved listening to Tuk. Her playful and innocent nature always made him smile.

“I mean they’re always together and Lo’ak is always so nervous around her. I saw em holding hands yesterday, too.”

“Hm.”

“Wait Dad, please don’t tell him I told you! I don’t wanna be a tattletale.”

“Dont worry, my lips are sealed.” He motioned zipping his lips and throwing away the key.

They sat together for a while and Jake noticed she had goosebumps from the cool ocean breeze. “You cold, baby?She nodded in response and he wrapped his arms around her body. She instantly felt warmer in his embrace. After resting her head on his chest, a calm feeling came over her. In his big arms, she felt most safe.

“You’re so strong, Dad.”

He chuckled lightly. “You wanna know how I got this strong?”

“From fighting all the bad guys?” She asked with an eager expression.

“Nope. From carrying you around all the time! When did you get so big?!”

Jake was sure this would get a rise out of her, but he was wrong. She looked defeated.

“I dont know… next to everyone else, I’m still small. Well… everyone except Spider. I’m almost as tall as him.”

“It doesn’t matter that you’re small babe, you’re still strong.”

“I am?”

“Of course. I don’t think I ever thanked you for being so good when we came here. You adapted to the life here and hardly ever complained. I took all of you away from the only home you’ve ever known. I know how difficult it was for you, but you did it anyway. And that takes strength to do.”

She smiled at him, never expecting to be thanked for what she thought was expected of her. She only wanted to make her parents proud by living up to her brothers and sister.

Her smile began to fade slowly and Jake noticed this immediately. “I can see something is wrong baby. You can talk to me, please.”

Tears immediately welled up in her eyes and streamed down her face. Jake pulled her into a tight hug and rubbed circles on her back. “Shh it’s okay, I’m here. I’m right here, baby.”

After some time, she released from his hold and looked into his eyes. He waited for her to speak, wiping away her tears and searching her eyes for some sort of explanation. She spoke in a low and timid voice. “Sometimes I don’t feel strong. I try to be brave like Neteyam and Lo’ak, but I’m scared.”

He listened to her while caressing her cheek, waiting for her to continue. When she didn’t, he asked. “What are you scared about?”

“Of those bad people coming for us again. Im scared that we’ll have to leave again and go somewhere else. I lied earlier, I woke up tonight because I had a nightmare.”

Jake stared at her with concern. “What happened in the nightmare?”

“They captured us again, but this time you and mom didnt come to save us. They hurt Kiri. I didn’t know what to do, I just stood there. I was so scared Daddy.”

“C’mere.” Jake pulled her back into a hug. “I got you, no one’s gunna take you.” This was killing him. He failed her…she no longer felt safe.

“How do you know?”

“Because I will never let that happen. How often have you been having these dreams?”

“Almost every night.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before, huh? Does mama know?”

She shook her head.

“Oh my baby, you’ve been dealing with this all on your own.”

“I just wanted to be brave like everyone else. I didn’t want anyone to know.”

Jake thought about how hard he must be on his kids, how much they were suffering and not saying. He was just avoiding the reality of the situation, unsure how to be there for them. Deep down, he knew Neytiri was right… he needed to be more emotionally available to them. It’s not something he was used to, but he needed to try.

“Honey, being brave doesn’t mean you have to suffer in silence. It takes courage to tell me what you just told me.”

She sniffled. “Okay.”

“Im so sorry I wasnt there to protect you in your dreams. But your mom and I are always going to be there when you need us. We will always come and find you, okay?”

She nodded.

“And you and your siblings are gunna look out for each other too, cause thats what Sully’s do. I’m always gunna show up for you guys when you need me to.”

She hid her face in his neck and he kissed the top of her head and held her close. “I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry. From now on when you have a nightmare, wake me up and we’ll face it together.”

“Okay. I love you, daddy.”

“I love you forever, sweetheart. You guys are my whole world.”

Her little arms gripped his sides tighter, not long enough to completely wrap around his body. After a while, he released her and shifted her body so that he was cradling her. He could already see her eyelids getting heavy so he rocked her gently.

“I’m not even tired, Dad.”

He chuckled as he watched her drift off to sleep, her breathing becoming slower. He felt like it was just yesterday that he was rocking her to sleep as a baby. Time goes by too fast. He wished that she would stay this small forever, so he could keep holding her like this.

His baby.

Who knows what the future would bring… he needed to do better, be better. He would protect her with his life, so she would never feel this way again. None of his kids. He gently stood up with her in his arms and carried her back to bed, where she would sleep soundly for the remainder of the night.

[loveneversleepss]

1. Envy

Warnings: switch povs, cursing, degrading names, nicknames, Felix is a jerk, reader gets beat up, mention of blood, some tension, smut duh, unprotected sex, slight choking, aggression? Teasing. Mwah 💋

Long chapter y’all 🤷🏻‍♀️

My name is Lee Felix. I don’t know who I was before this. No one does. All we remember about our selves is our names. Nothing else. We’re cursed to roam the streets not knowing who we were before all of this. Now in this cursed society. Finding myself walking the streets on my way home.

Man this alley smells like shit. Like actual shit. I hate this. Why did this have to happen? No one has even found the first object yet.. maybe u should start looking for one. The envy object dies sound pretty cool. Just gotta find-

“Help!! Someone please!!”

I turn around to see a girl running towards me. Covered in dirt. Clothes ripped and no shoes. Tips of her hair pink. Watching her as she trips. Pathetic. I roll my eyes and turn around. Walking out of the alley and turning the corner.

“Look there she is!” I hear a male voice yell. I turn around and peek over the corner. Seeing the girl on the ground and a group of men walking towards her with bats.

“Haha so you try to run away. Think you can escape?” He grabs her by the hair forcing her to look at him. “Please. Let me go.” The group of men laugh at her. “Let me think about it.. no.” He laughs and kicks her. She tries to crawl away. Them kicking her in result. She lays on her stomach. Spitting out blood. Looking up and making eye contact with me.

Fuck. I turn around the corner quickly. Hope no one else saw me. Why do I feel so compelled to her. I want to help. “Look at her. Passed out. Should we have some fun with her?” The men laugh and I hear shuffling. Dammit. Why did she have to look at me like that. The things I do for people. I quickly walk towards them..

“Yah, why don’t you leave the poor girl alone.” The men all look at me. One of them laugh. “And who are you? Her boyfriend? Tsk.” He walks up to me with his bat. “You little-“ he attempts to swing at me. Me dodging and quickly fighting back. Idiot. I’ve done taekwondo for 12 years.

Next thing, they’re all on the ground. Knocked out cold. Walking over to the girl on the floor. Poor girl. I should help her.

Your pov~

Where am I? Who brought me here? How did I get here? Sitting up from the couch you were laying on. Your thoughts are interrupted by a noise. You see the door open. A blonde haired boy emerging. Eyes bright as the sun. A comforting small smile. The boy from earlier. The one hiding behind the corner. You frown at him.

“Who are you? Where am I? Why did you bring me here?” He sets down the bowl he was carrying next to you. “I should ask you that. Why were those guys chasing you, hmm?” You look away and frown once more. He tilts his head as he sits next to you.

“I’m Felix. I brought you to my home.. ish. I thought you’d be safer here than out on the streets. Just waiting for another group to attack you.” He grabs the bowl again. “Here you need to eat.” A bowl of soup. You grab it from his hands. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

He looks away and leans back into the couch. “I have no idea either. I’m not usually this nice. It’s just… something about you makes me wanna help you.” You take a spoonful of the soup. It’s good. You continue taking bites when you feel him touch your hair.

You quickly swat his hand away and get up. “Uh, sorry it’s just. Unusual. Did you dye your hair before everything happened?” You nod your head. Keeping a distance from him. “You should take a bath. I’ll warm up the water for you.” He gets up and walks to what you assume is the bathroom.

Still standing up and waiting. You decide to walk over to where he is. Seeing photos hanging on the walls. None of them look like him. None are him. You open the door slightly and he turns to you.

“This isn’t your house is it?” He shakes his head.

“I don’t know where I live so.. I just stay here.” You nod your head. You know how it feels too.

“The waters ready so. Go ahead. I’ll get you some clothes.” He leaves and closes the door. You looking at your self in the mirror. Seeing a cut on your lip. Bruises. Blood on your shirt. You look like crap. Undressing yourself and letting it slip down your body. Stepping into the bath. Watching the blood and dirt fall off your body and into the water.

Lix’s pov

What should I give her to wear? Crap I know nothing about this for girls. Maybe I should’ve let her pick. Christ. “Felix?”

I turn around and see her standing behind me. Wrapped in a towel. Hair soaking wet. The tips of her hair more visible now. A beautiful pink necklace around her neck. In a shape of a heart. I’ve never seen a piece of jewelry like that before.

“Uhh sorry. Um I don’t know what you like so.. just chose what you want to wear.” I turn around quickly. She walks to the closet and choses a black skirt and a loose low cut shirt. She stares at me for a couple seconds. “Oh right.” I say and turn around and leave.

I sit down on the couch and wait for her. “Uh is it alright if I take this?” She motions to the bag in her hand. “Yeah. Not like imma use it anyways.” She nods her head. “Anyways what’s your name?”

She looks at me for a couple seconds. “y/n.”

I smile at her. Fits her perfectly. I admire her outfit a bit. It shapes her body perfectly. Hair still wet but the cut on her lip makes her look pouty. She is pretty. Without all the dirt and blood. “Do you have any ointment? I have a few wounds.”

I nod my head and grab some. Her sitting on the couch and turning around. Pulling the shirt down and revealing her back. A wound emerging. “Can you put some on me.. please?” I do so trying not to hurt her so much. Placing a bandaid over it after. She pulls up her shirt and turns to me. “I should put some on your lip too.” I tell her. She nods her head and looks at me.

Eyes piercing into mine. A thousand stars inside. Lips perfectly kissable. Placing ointment on her soft lip. I can smell some of the shampoo from her hair. Looking down and seeing that necklace again. “My eyes are up here, pretty boy.” I look at her in the eye as she smiles. She pulls away and scoots away. “Aren’t you gonna shower too?”

“Are you trying to tell me I stink?” She laughs. “No just a thought..” I get up and walk to the bathroom. Turning the water on. Closing the bathroom door behind me.

I come out minutes later to find her gone. Like she was never here. Crap. I knew something was fishy about her. Should I look for her?

Hours later.. 9:00 pm

Walking around on the streets. Looking for something to eat. When I walk past an alley. Noticing a girl.

“Sorry I didn’t hear you. What did you say?” A girl says her heel digging into a man’s head. “Nothing nothing. I swear.” Smoking a cigarette, pulling it out of her mouth. Bringing it to the man’s face. “Shall I shove this in your mouth? What did you say about the envy object?!” The man screams out for help. “Shut your mouth, you pig. Tell me what do you know?” He whimpers. “Ok ok. I heard It’s in the tower. But it’s protected. I don’t know by what. That’s all I know.” Then she kicks him in the face and he knocks out. Turning around and seeing me.

Y/n. She sighs and throws her cigarette on the floor. Putting it out with her foot. “Just my luck. Hi Felix.” She walks towards me. “Hungry? My treat.” She grabs my hand and leads me. Her heels clacking on the floor as I watch her from behind. She walks into this club.

She shows them this card and they lead us into a room. It’s dark and closed. She sits down on the couch. She pats the seat next to her. “Mm let’s start with drinks.” She motions her hand and immediately drinks come out. Taking a sip from one of the beverages. “Come on don’t be shy now. Drink some.” I pick up a drink slowly and take a sip from it. It’s strong. “I don’t really do well with alcohol.” She pouts and sets her drink down.

“Come on drink up. Just one.” Her eyes piercing into mine. I gulp down the drink in one go. Already feeling the alcohol. She smiles at me. “Sorry about what you saw. I’m very serious about those kind of matters.” I look at her. My vision slightly blurry alrighty. “Jeez. Just one drink and you’re already buzzed lixie?”

Your pov

Haha cute. Maybe tonight you will have some fun. You grab your drink and gulp it down. Looking back at him seeing his cheeks flushed. You lean over and grab his cheek. “Awwwie so cute.” He grabs your wrist and looks into your eyes fiercely. “I’m not cute. Don’t make fun of me.” He pushes your hand away. “Ooo you’re a meanie when you drink.”

“Maybe you should change that, hmm” you tilt his chin to look at you with your finger. His eyes dropping to your lips. “You have a pretty girl in front of you and you’re being mean to her.” His hand cups your cheek. “Should I be nice then?” You nod your head. Leaning in closer. Lips inches away. Eyes switching from lips to eyes, biting your lips in reaction. You wrap your hand around his neck. Softly tugging in his hair. Then you going up to straddle him.

“Stop. We shouldn’t.” He says, eyes looking into yours with a million stars. You could count all the freckles on his face with this view. You move away from him. Your lips a bit pouty, as you look away. “We don’t have to do anything.. if you don’t want to.” He pulls you back in, cupping your face. “Trust me I do.. it’s just.”

You wrap your arms around his neck. Eagerly awaiting his answer. “If we do this. I won’t be able to let you go.. you can’t leave.” A soft smile appears on your lips. “I have no problem with that.” He returns a smile back to placing his hands on your waist. He leans into you.

Lips softly touching. Melting into each other as you start to move. Your mouth opens slightly. His tongue slipping into yours. Slowly and softly moving. His taste unimaginable. You moan into the kiss as it starts to get more heated thanks to the alcohol. Hands roaming into his hair. Tugging slightly as he groans in your mouth.

His lips leave yours to kiss onto your neck. His mouth opening slightly, sucking on your soft skin. “You drive me crazy.” He mumbles against your skin. Hands roaming the sides of your body. Feeling your pussy throb and wet your panties. You slowly start to grind to get some friction. You moan slightly as one of his hand gropes your breasts. “Fuck, lixie~” he starts to take off your shirt. Bringing it over your shoulders and throwing it away. His thumb grazes over your bra where your nipple is. Leaving wet kisses down your collarbone. Sliding behind your back to take your bra off.

Unclipping it and letting it fall off you. His eyes only looking at your now exposed breasts. His hands come up to cup them. His warm small hands. He gropes them slightly and his thumb teases your sensitive nipple. Your head slightly falling back from the sensation. He opens his mouth and licks one of your nipples.

The wet kisses. His kitty licks. His hands groping your body. You grinding on him. All of this you could do forever. Getting lost in the sensation. There’s no other feeling like this.

You grab his hair and yank his face off of you. “Mm I wanna take control, lix.” You say and start to crawl down him. Unbuckling his belt and throwing it off him. Then pulling down his pants and underwear off in one go. His eyes watching you carefully. You grab his length.

Admiring his angry red tip. The vein popping through. Precum dripping from the top. Your thumb rubs his tip softly. Smearing his precum all over. His hips buck up in your hand. You stare up at him through your lashes. “Does it feel good, lix?” He nods his head quickly. Laughing softly at him as your hand goes up and down.

Feeling him shake slightly under you. Head laid back. Breath trembling and the most precious soft whimpers escape his mouth. You blow your hit breath on him teasing him a bit. Watching his reaction, making you satisfied. “Come on baby, look at me.” His eyes meet yours and causes a small smirk to form on your lips. “So submissive.”

He scoffs at you. In retaliation he grabs you by the throat forcing you up. “Watch who you’re talking to princess.” He pushes you down on the couch. Throwing his shirt over his shoulders. His hand comes slowly down your body. Pulling your skirt up to reveal your panties soaked. His sinful fingers rolling over your clothed cunt, thumb circling around your clit softly. Causing your body to jolt forward at the sudden sensation.

“Mm sensitive, are we?” He teases you causing you to roll your eyes.

“Please Felix..” He places a small peck on your lips. Making you desperate for more. He slowly drags your panties off. Not once losing eye contact. “So wet, hm?”

He teases your folds sliding up and down. Finally giving in after a while. Pushing into you slowly. Gasps both leaving your mouths. Slow and careful thrusts start. His arms resting next to your head. “You okay?” Being cautious since he didn’t know how you liked it. “Please go faster, lixie.” He quickly acts on your words.

Speeding up his thrusts. Practically making your toes curl and your body starting to tremble in the pleasure. “You look so pretty like this.” Kiss. “So beautiful.” Kiss. “All mine.” His praises starting to add to all the cloudy thoughts. The feeling, the praises, and pure lust making you go crazy. Drowning in your thoughts as you feel him hit a certain spot.

“Found it.” His lips meeting yours again. Messy and wet. Not like earlier. More hungry. Moaning into his mouth as his thrusts become sharper, hitting that spot over and over. “You gonna cum for me, baby?” He mumbles against your mouth. You nod your head yes as he continues thrusting. Clenching around him like crazy. “Fuck, so tight.”

He wants to make sure you finish before him. That’s the only way he’ll come. Only if you do first. He’s determined to. His hand slips down as he finds your clit again. Softly rubbing circles to not overstimulate you. Your moans getting higher pitched as the pleasure gets more intense.

“Cum with me, Felix.” Gladly.

Your body begins to tremble again as your feel your high overtake you. Clenching and moaning uncontrollably. Coming down a bit from your small heaven as Felix pulls out of you. Deep groans slipping his mouth as he shoots his warm load on your lower tummy.

“Fuck. We definitely gotta do that again.” You smile at him as you start to get cleaned up.

A few days later ~

“Come on it should be here.” Running quickly up the stairs into the tower. Felix quickly running up to you. Reaching the end of the stairs, you walk into a dark room. Until the darkness leaves and is filled with green. Something straight out of a movie, green streaks filling the room. “There.” Felix says as he points out a box in the middle of the room. A green aura surrounding it.

“Go hurry. I don’t think we’re alone.” You urge Felix. He quickly runs over and grabs the box. Opening it and taking out a ring. He quickly puts it on his finger. Him falling back from a sudden gust of wind. Him looking up at you and you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes turn green for a moment.

“Well well well. Looks like I finally found my match.” A man appears from around the corner. “Looks like there will be 2 leaders for the Envy kingdom.” You both look at this man confused. You take notice of his appearance. Cocky smile, built figure, sultry voice, and good style. “How is that possible? I thought only one could rule.” Felix asks this mysterious man. “Wrong. The objects aren’t set in stone. They could have multiple or just one. It depends on the place.” He then shows that he has a matching ring like Felix now.

“And who are you? His girl friend?” He asks you with a cocky smile. You roll your eyes at him. “No, I’m not. Just was helping him get the ring.” He tilts his head at you. “In exchange for?..” you cross your arms. “Nothing. And who are you?” He walks towards you. Inches away now. “I’m Lee know. Your new king of Envy.” Two kings in one kingdom. How weird..

Next chapter coming soon…

Taglist: @whlfchn @moasworld @felix-housewife @bubblelixie @hyunsungbased

[lavendernlilac]

I’ve been slowly working on a fic (unrelated to strawblem— though I do have a wip for that too) and since it’s taking me so long, I offer a snippet under the read more <3

Grian stares at Hotguy’s back for the duration of the walk to their hotel room, seeing his tense shoulders. She doesn’t need to see his face to know he’s not happy, and a small part of her wonders if maybe she pushed it a little too far this time. Neither of them speak, not saying a single word as they walk, the atmosphere far too tense for any sort of idle conversation. Yet there’s something else hanging in the air alongside that tension, this slow building of emotion. It follows them with every step, encasing them.

When they get inside the hotel room, the silence continues. Hotguy doesn’t say anything, instead flicking on the light before walking toward the middle of the room. Grian wonders what’s going on inside his head as she watches him and his stiff posture. The air is cold around him, and Grian can perfectly picture the frown that’s certainly on his face right now. His demeanor is entirely different than it was when the night first began, a realization that leaves her both concerned yet antsy with anticipation as it builds in her chest.

Off to the side, moonlight spills in from the window, adding to the chilly atmosphere around them. She doesn’t know what the night will bring her, and the only way to find out is by poking, testing the waters. How much can she get away with right now?

Grian shifts on her feet, still standing near the doorway. Slowly, she reaches for her heels, slipping them off and leaving them by her bags. She makes a point to sigh in relief as she stretches her arms over her head. Offering one glance at Hotguy, she walks over to the loveseat in the room, plopping down on it. It’s soft beneath her, the red cushion plush and comfortable.

And finally, Grian breaks the silence, “Well I’d say that party was fun.” She pointedly doesn’t look at Hotguy as she speaks, leaning back on her arms. “Looked like you enjoyed yourself.” There’s a bitter lilt to her voice as she tests the limit, pushing on Hotguy until he snaps back like the string of his bow. She crosses one leg over the other, still acting relaxed, “I’m sure it was great, being—”

“Grian,” Hotguy interrupts her, tone flat and carefully measured. He walks over to the nightstand beside the bed and sets his mask down on it, leaving Scar Goodtimes in front of her. He stares at her with smoldering green eyes, “come here.”

It’s a clear command, one that she can choose to follow and be let off easy, or one she can fight and see how Scar responds. Does she want to provoke him further? The defiant part of her finds the idea intriguing. “Or what?” she challenges him. “Maybe you should come to me instead.”

Scar looks at her, eyes narrowing into a light glare. “I’m not going to repeat myself, Grian.”

Grian sighs, not making any move to get up or walk over. She only settles herself further into the loveseat, meeting Scar’s stare with a stubborn one of her own. “Neither will I, Scar.”

“Do you want to make things worse for yourself?” the man questions, causing Grian to still.

How much does she want to push right now? She doesn’t even know what Scar has in mind for her tonight, but oh does she want to poke some more. That being said, perhaps she’ll play along a bit, see how things unfold.

She makes a thoughtful noise before slowly stepping toward him, mostly curious to see what he does. Though she certainly doesn’t walk very fast, making Scar wait. Even if she’s listening to him (somewhat), Grian isn’t going to make it easy for him. She takes her time in approaching him, crossing the distance of the room to meet him with an innocent smile. “Yes, Scar?” Grian questions as soon as she’s in front of him, lifting a brow.

Scar stares at her for a moment or so before he’s reaching out, grabbing her by the waist and roughly pulling her toward him. By instinct, Grian sets her hands on his chest, stabilizing herself. He grips her hips tightly, although he does take care to avoid hurting her with his strength.

Grian feels his fingers tangle in her hair before he’s using his grip to push her into a kiss, all heated. She doesn’t hesitate to lean into it, moving her lips against his, meeting his heat and harshness with her own. They’re taking steps backward until Grian feels the door against her back, the wood pressing into her. Scar deepens the kiss, biting her bottom lip before he pulls away from her. “Care to explain what that was all about?” he questions, voice low.

“What was what about?” Grian asks him, breath heavy as she looks at him. She plays innocent, refusing to make it easy for him; she wants to see what he’ll do.

Scar grabs her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He squeezes her jaw in warning.

Unfortunately for him, Grian only digs her heels in further, continuing to push him. “Do I?” She watches him. “You’ll have to remind me.”

He kisses her again, a bit harsher this time. He doesn’t let go of her chin, keeping her still. “You left my side,” Scar mutters into the kiss. Grian feels a pang of guilt for that one, avoiding his gaze as he pulls away. “Someone else put their hands on you.” Before Grian can breathe, Scar reclaims her lips once more. “Now all this… you’ve tested my patience tonight, Grian.” He kisses her as if he were trying to steal the air from her lungs, leaving her breathless as he slips a leg between her thighs.

Grian can’t help her soft gasp as she feels him press against her, shivering. Need drips through her with little drops, heart beating faster. She grips the front of Scar’s suit as she presses her lips back to his eagerly. She soaks it all up like a sponge as he holds her hip with both hands, still gripping her firmly.

She’s left breathless as Scar pulls away, eyes dark, twinged with promise. “Do you realize how much trouble you’ve caused tonight, brat? I thought you were more behaved than that.”

“Well maybe you were wrong,” she retorts, hands sliding up his torso in order to wrap around his shoulders. She interlocks her fingers together behind his head so as to pull him into another kiss as she rocks herself slightly, needing the friction. “It got your attention, didn’t it?” Grian mumbles in a quiet breath, mere inches away from his lips. “I’d consider it a win, personally.”

Scar clicks his tongue as he looks at her, disapproval sitting in his expression. “I thought we already learned to ask for something when we want it,” he says, not leaning any further into the kiss she’s trying to take. “But instead you chose to be difficult with me, so I guess I’ll have to make sure the lesson sticks this time.”

[thekiltongrammarwriter]

What was I made for? (Maybe you?) Kindred Spirits Pt 1

Pairing: Bel price x fem reader

summary: “I find that hard to believe. Believe me y/n I’ve seen people…I know people…you are a rare breed. Your mom might not appreciate you or make you feel as loved…but I do. I see you.” Bel wanted to stop her words, to make them halt on her tongue, the screaming instinct in her gut told her to run, to flee. But the way your eyes were looking at her like you saw straight through her made Bel’s cheeks hot even though the temperature was beyond cold. Or Bel Price's introduction to love and her inner struggle to accept it.

Authors note: Started this a few weeks ago and am mildly proud of it. Bel Price is such a lovable complex character and it's been so fun to write her as I went. Of course, I am still getting the hang of it so it might not be perfect. This is especially dedicated to one of my favorite anons, 💌 I hope you enjoy this series as much as I have loved writing it.

Words: 10k+

warnings: Bel Price being revolted because of her love-sick attitude, Carter Price being the comedic relief, parent struggles, pre rachel's reappearance, angsty Bel thoughts, bonding through trauma, Bel Price owning my heart and the Price girls swearing like sailors

“Is Uncle Charlie going to go through with it? Did he even ask you if you wanted to do it? I swear if he didn’t-“ Carter spoke, her blue dimmed eyes taking in the sight of her cousin beside her. Bel walked lazily along the school’s sidewalk, her eyes tired and red-rimmed, shoulders sagging, and looking as defeated as she felt. She sighed, moving to rub her tired eyes but her eyes snapped to attention at Carter’s words. Darkening just enough at the hint of venom laced in Carter’s words.

“Of course, he asked me, Carter!! He’s my father isn’t he?” Bel hissed back, sighing when Carter eyed her with a hurt glance. Bel inwardly cursed herself. She was always doing this. Letting her anger get the best of her till it was all she had left. It was something she was working on. Something if she was being honest she didn’t want to work on. Slowly she slipped her hand into her cousin's, voice as soft as she could make it, “Listen that was stupid of me I’m sorry Carter. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m just…I’m just so tired. I didn’t get any sleep last night. Kept thinking about how this documentary is going to change my life. What do they hope to achieve anyway? Rachel’s long gone.”.

Carter sighed the air out through her nostrils. The hurt in her eyes was replaced by soft eyes. Understanding. “What did you and Uncle Charlie agree on?”.

Bel sighed, kicking the rocks with the tip of her Converse and enjoying watching it dip off the sidewalk into the street. “we need the money. Well, Dad needs the money for paw paw. It’s not cheap having Yordan look after him. And honestly Carter…I wish this would all go away. Being Rachel Price’s daughter. It’s wishful thinking, I know. but it’s for Dad. So I’ll just have to suck it up for the time being. I’m-I’m not looking forward to the questions. The leering. When will everybody understand that Rachel didn’t care about me? She left me there. In that damn backseat.” Bel’s chest was heaving slowly. The telling sign of yet another panic attack coming. Her grey eyes were hard and gleaming. Tears threatened to spill from her grey-hued eyes. She hated feeling this way, the way her chest ached and her heart roared in her chest at just the thought of Rachel.

“You don’t know that bel. You don’t mean that” Carter spoke. Her voice tentative yet firm. Her hand slowly moving to wrap around her cousin’s shoulders.

“It’s easier if I tell myself that I don’t care. Because I don’t. I didn’t know Rachel. I didn’t grow up with a mother…I don’t care about Rachel”. It was said like a mantra almost, bel letting the words sink in. But the emotions seemed to fade as Bel sniffed, a tactic of taking her feelings and shutting them in a metaphorical box. Bel was good at that. Turning off her emotions. Carter wondered how she did it, it must have hurt to not feel. Her eyes were vacant and cold as she eyed Carter “It doesn’t matter. I’ll just have to power through. Keep my head down. It will end eventually and everything will go back to normal for Dad and I. Like it’s supposed to be. Just dad and I”

Carter nodded, a small smile on her features although her heart was broken for her cousin. Grief evident in her voice. All her life Carter had learned to steer it because she knew bel well enough and she would catch it. The sympathy laced in her vocal cords. Changing her voice to a bright subtle vibrato “Course it will. Everything will be fine just as it always is” Carter reaffirmed.

“Enough with my shitty hormones tell me about this fundraiser thing you’ve got going on” Bel spoke, nudging her cousin's hip as they walked.

Carter sighed, nervous in the way she spoke. “Well it’s run by the new future student body president and honest to god she has got to be the cutest girl I’ve ever seen” Carter whispered. Bel laughed, her nose scrunched. “Why Carter Price I thought you were as straight as a ruler?”

Carter held her hands up, “I am!! I am! It just got me thinking now don’t take this the wrong way…and know that I love you…but I think she’d be perfect for you please don’t hit me”.

Bel halted. Shoes making indents on the sidewalk.

She eyed her cousin with wild eyes, sputtering out of nervousness. “What????! I don’t- I’ve never-“Her useless rambling was proved null and void when Carter eyed her with a serious gaze. Bell sighed, shoulders sagging. “Look I don’t date anymore. Not after Sam Blake. I hate her even more now than I did then. How could she say that about Dad? Even if you think it you don’t say it. What happened to common decency. It all goes to shit. So thank you Carter for the wonderful opportunity but I definitely don’t need you to match me. I’m not even dating material. I’m a mess. I’m mean and unruly. Not to mention I have a shit load of mommy issues. Just leave it be Carter”.

So Carter relented, changing the subject to something light and easy. She knew if she poked the bear too much it would manifest itself in a nice smack of the head and Carter wasn’t ready for one. Not this early in the morning at least. Carter knew it wasn’t as easy as that. She knew bel. Knew her tells. Could read her like an open book. She knew Bel was afraid. Afraid of emotions. Afraid to love. To be loved. ‘Because everyone leaves eventually’. Carter knew this wasn’t something she could magically fix. Even if she wanted to, more than anything. This wasn’t her battle.

As soon as the girls turned into the school’s property line they were met with hoards and hoards of teenage students, all in line and chatting away. Paper posters consisting of student body president candidates were plastered all over the school wall looking as horrible as the school’s paint job. Hoards of goodies and box stands lined about the schoolyard. Bel inwardly blanched. She despised days like these. Having to walk around the school having her fellow peers gawk at her like she was some strange hybrid animal with wings for arms and a tail for legs. So she was Rachel Price’s daughter and it was times like these that reminded her. It was all too much. The candidates never got her vote anyway. Some tried too hard, complimenting and making Bel laugh at the way they thought a simple compliment could buy her vote. It would take a lot more than a batch of cookies and a forced friendly smile to earn Bel Price’s vote.

Bel grumbled sinking closer into Carter, “oh great happy people” she muttered. Carter chuckled, bringing her cousin close, holding her hand as they weaved through the crowd trying desperately to get into class and past the voter's parade. “You’ll live. You know you could crack a smile every once and a while. It’s not like it’s going to kill you” Carter spoke back stopping at the threshold and turning to eye the crowd, eyes searching for something. Someone.

Bel rolled her eyes, “For one to smile Carter one has to feel at peace with the world and I unlike you with your meditation, and yippee do da I am not one with the world. In fact, I’d like to ram a mallet through it and then set it on fire for good measure”.

“Okay one it’s called ballet and it’s good for you and second ramming a mallet would not fix your problems”

“Nope but I bet it would make my day” bel grumbled out.

Carter was quick to dodge a few candidates, telling them very politely that they had a class to attend, leaving them to try to steal a few moments of the limelight and pass them both some pamphlets. “We’re not interested but thank you” bel managed to grumble out after the sixth candidate, a boy named Jimmy Henderson who was as tall as a light fixture and seemed to think he was god’s best creation. smiling smugly at Carter. Eyebrows raised and lips set in what was supposed to be an alluring smile but it twisted bel’s gut. The knot tight and firm. His eyes were aimed at Carter, puppy dog eyes. Bel had no problem telling boys off. She had done so many many times in her youth. But did she really need to bring Jimmy down a peg or two? Just to dowse him back into reality.

She was about to make a remark on the fact that he had used improper grammar on his pamphlet while also bribing them by promising ten bucks per vote (which Bel was sure was illegal and not in the school by-laws) when she startled by a pair of arms wrapping themselves around Carter. Bel confused watched as a new figure swung into the conversation.

Carter seemed relieved as Bel watched her cousin's shoulders fall back into place, her nervous fingers halting as a calm smooth voice spoke. It was a soft voice, the cadence calm and soothing like a melody of chords meant to lull you into submission. A voice that twisted the blonde’s insides.

“Jimmy you aren’t trying to buy the Price girl’s votes, are you?? I can’t imagine a smart clever young man such as you would ever entertain the idea. Especially since it is in the student handbook under section ten paragraph three that states this is unethical and a violation to the pupil's right to govern themselves and their choices. You wouldn’t happen to know anybody around here who done that would you Jimmy?”.

The way your voice was bright and cheery, carried you around with such grace that Bel wondered who the voice belonged to. She couldn’t see you properly because Carter was wedged in between you and she didn’t want to catch Jimmy’s attention any more than she needed to. And perhaps Bel wanted to see the utter look of terror grip Jimmy’s face at being caught in the act.

Jimmy gulped, his eyes wide as he eyed you. It took him a moment to get his bearings, to come up with his somewhat lame yet excusable excuse as to what he had been doing.

“No…” he began, shaking his head vigorously, “No y/n I would never! You know how I feel about our friendship! I would never break your trust! I was just…asking Carter if she had change for a dollar for the vending machine in the canteen it’s broken and only taking tens”. Bel could tell from his body language how far of the stretch that had been. After all, Bel had seen many people lie in her lifetime, everyone had a tell and Jimmy Henderson had about a dozen.

“Oh, what a shame. I’ll be sure to bring that topic up during the next meeting. Keep up the good work Jimmy you’ve really improved since last year”. Bel couldn’t help but notice how the last sentiment had left your lips. Analyzing how your voice had dropped from the soft chastising voice to genuine emotion when praising the young man. As if you had meant it.

Jimmy smiled, a bashful look on his face as he thanked you and waltzed off.

Carter was the first to sigh, “Did you see his pamphlets? Does he know he spelled ‘president’ wrong?”.

A laugh accompanied her statement, the cadence light and airy made Bel’s stomach twist yet again. From the way, it was the most beautiful laugh Bel had heard in a while.

“Oh be nice Price!” You spoke, your voice containing humor, yet a sense of urgency. “Jimmy might not be the brightest bulb in the shed but he is a hard worker. I just wish he’d rely more on his strength than he does on cheating.”

Carter only rolled her eyes, moving to push you. “Oh please! You with your glass half full take on life! You’ll cherish anyone that makes even an ounce of effort.”

“Well, I can’t help it. I like to see the beauty in people” was your answer.

Bel couldn’t help but feel like she needed to understand that statement as whole. Beauty in people? These people? The very ones that called her odd and would speak bad about her father? That was hard to believe.

It was Carter who spoke, eyes moving to Bel and you. A glimmer in her eyes told Bel something was up. “Oh, where are my manners?? Y/n this is my cousin Bel, bel this is my very dear friend Y/n. You might have seen her campaign posters on the school walls for a few weeks. She’s the one I’ve been helping campaign for her student council spot.”

Bel didn’t know what was worse. The fact that Carter was right, you were adorable. With your bright eyes and cheerful smile that made Bel want to smile too. A instinct almost. Or the fact that her cousin knew her too well to know that you were exactly her type.

Bel eyed your attire. A smart skirt just long enough to be school-appropriate, your legs outlined by the pale sun, a blazer that held the school emblem and that bel was sure to cost more than the school’s lunch budget for weeks. From the way you dressed, Bel would have thought you were some sort of preppy kid. Stoic, beyond caring about the underprivileged kids in the school. But from the way you were smiling at her now, sweet, shy almost made Bel rethink.

“Bel price, I must say your presence exceeds your expectations. I’ve heard so many things about you. None of which are true. Is it really true you haven’t smiled since kindergarten?” You had a playful attitude Bel noticed. Your eyes finding hers and holding her stare.

Bel could feel her eyes trail down to your lips. They were soft and smooth and looked…good. Really good. With the lipgloss that caught the light. God Bel had to have you. She had to. You were precious. Kind. So many other adjectives she couldn’t think of. Her mind was firing adrenaline at just your eyes on her, making her heart faster than any other teen in the school yard Bel was sure but those thoughts quickly deflated, why was she acting like some love-sick teenager? It was disgusting.

“Can you blame me? Jimmy peed in his pants over a spider in the courtyard. I’m not above holding my laughter”.

You smiled, “I hope you don’t mind but Carter told me a little bit about you. Said you liked trinkets. While I know this might have no value to you I wanted you to have one anyway. You can chuck it out later when I leave” you joked. But Bel watched as you fished out a couple of buttons from your jacket. Your name plastered on them with a nice blue background along with the school’s emblem.

“It’s not much but I know you like collecting things. Carter picked out the blue. And also just in case you need some help remembering who to vote for” your lips drew up into a large infectious smile. Bel could feel her heart race at it. Why did your smile have to be so flirty? Was it flirty?

You passed the button to Bel, fingers brushing ever so slowly against each other causing Bel’s heart to do massive summer salts. The button was nice and all..but bell knew she would keep it close. Brush her fingers against the button at night and think about the girl whose smile was almost as alluring as her clever comebacks.

“Thanks. Thank you for the button I’ll make sure I vote for you” Bel found herself saying, “because you're so charming and all”.

Bel tried not to notice the way Carter smiled smugly beside her. Like somehow she was the genius mastermind behind the operation.

You sighed, eyes turning back to the students, eyes seeming to remember there were others around. “Well I have to go, more votes and all but-“ you bit your lip looking sheepish. “Bel I hope I see you around. Don’t let them take away your fire…I quite like it” you blushed before walking off.

Bel watched you leave, noticing the way your cheeks turned crimson. She likes my fire. She likes me. Bel couldn’t remember the feeling of actually liking someone.

“I told you you’d love her. You see if you just listened to your dear cousin-“

“Just shut up and tell me more about her?”.

"Well, she's in our year, in our chemistry class. She's top of the class come to think of it she's too of "

Carter wasn't even done when Bel spoke again, her gray eyes serious, "that's not what I meant. Tell me about her. Where she grew up, her family-"

A family could tell you a lot about a person. If they were stable and came from a good nurturing background, or if you were raised by your father and had manners like the wolves at the zoo. "Manners of the wild ones" as Grandma Susan once said about a very young bel who had face-planted Carter into a chocolate cake for her seventh birthday. The only time Grandma Susan ever did visit. She also came and carted away some of Rachel's things. Clothes, books.

“Oh excuse me here I was telling you the bare minimum. You want the life story! Well, I don't have much on that article seeing as how I only talk to y/n about school and most of what we talk about is dance and her campaign. If you really want these details talk to her about it”

Bel halted, her brows furrowed. "I can't talk to her. I'm a shit conversationalist! I can't even talk to Mrs nosy about the weather when I put the bins out what makes you think a girl as sweet as y/n will ever talk to me!"

"What do you mean you literally just spoke to her? And I'll have you know y/n talks to everybody! She's not just for the student body! She's kind and cares about others. You sell yourself too short bel! You are fun witty and imaginative! Not to mention your humor is unmatched! So you might be a little rough around the edges and prickly but y/n knows the reason and she's not one to judge” Carter spoke, eyebrows wide as her cousin followed her into school. Huddling close as if a secret. "She did seem to like me" bel muttered out. A sense of vulnerability laced in her voice. It was almost cute. Too cute, too vulnerable, and vulnerable meant danger, it meant pain. and the pain was something Bel was well accustomed to. so she swept her feelings under a rug, her voice laced with disinterest. “Besides I’m not looking for a girlfriend right now. I’m just interested in her that’s all” Bel spoke, keeping her emotions at bay, fighting her inner demons that threatened to come out. Consume her.

Carter only shook her head playfully, “Of course bel.”

just interested. That's the mantra Bel used when she would pass by the school's poor excuse of a library and something in her would make her feet halt, shoes squeaking against the linoleum floor. The first time it had happened bel had been on her way to find Carter, eager to get home after a long eight-hour day of learning. She had stepped into the library when she had caught you huddled in the corner, the little wooden cubicles that looked ancient and so prehistoric that even Bel had never seen another student occupy the space. The other students prefer to study in the confinements of their homes. You looked...intriguing as you sat in the square, posture proper and books in front of you and a green-lit lamp on despite the sun glaring into the room.

You were eagerly writing notes, your pen moving fast and efficiently on the page, all while you eyed the book in front of you. Bel watched as your eyes trailed the page, your eyelashes looking long and...pretty. Your nose was smooth and your cheeks were flushed. Bel willed herself to walk away, to stop acting like such a creep, because standing a few feet away and watching somebody study, without reason was creepy. She was just about to walk away when she caught sight of your eyes, they had moved swiftly past the page in the direction of her, only the smile that lifted up on your lips was otherworldly.

Bel felt her stomach swoon with butterflies at the way your apple cheeks and lips were up in a smirk, for a millisecond Bel thought about what it must be like to have a smile like that, filled with joy and adoration aimed at her. The thought was sweet but quickly turned sour. Just the thought of letting anyone in, of letting them see her true feelings, her anger which was rampant in her, her anguish, her grief, having to explain to them her story have them eye her with sympathy..it was enough to make bel recoil.

but she didn't get very far because the person you had been smiling stepped out of the shadows and Carter was walking to you, backpack in hand and coppery hair tied firmly into a ponytail. The first thing Bel did not expect to feel was...she couldn’t explain it. The drop in her gut as she watched Carter and you laugh, you were showing Carter your book, and Carter had moved swiftly to get a good look but it was close enough that anybody could think...anybody could think you two were a thing. The thought was revolting and sicking and Bel didn’t know why. Didn’t know why her body reacted the way it did.

Before Bel even knew what she was doing she was walking over, pure instinct taking over. her shoes made noises as she crossed the library, fully intending to cart Carter away. She told herself the same excuse, it was for Carter. But deep down that was a lie, skillfully crafted lie. A lie that Bel told herself to deny the truth.

She had barely walked up when your eyes had shot to hers, and a minuscule smile had lifted into your lips. Barely noticeable, but still enough that Bel had caught it. She was an observer, had been all her life. Had to be the daughter of Rachel Price. “Oh, bel! Didn’t see you there. You look flush are you alright?” You were saying, and it scared bel how quickly you had known something was wrong. Like an innate ability. But it also scared her how genuine your tone had been.

“Oh, bel? She’s fine. She’s got an immune system made of steel” Carter joked, and you laughed, eyes eying Carter. Bel’s eyes flew down to the book on your hands, eyes reading the title. ‘The essential student government guide’ in big bold letters. A guide. You were reading a guide. How many students do that these days?

“Seems like a heavy book” Bel commented, “oh it is. But it’s been very helpful” you commented, and it was only then that bel let her eyes trail to your paper. In neat colorful letters were names, names of students and beside them a list, of likes and dislikes. A question bloomed in Bel’s gut. Especially under jimmy Henderson’s name.

Jimmy- Lacks confidence, and needs encouragement. Kind eyes, thoughtful personality.

Sam Blake- (need some more research before I can find any redeeming qualities)

Stella Chapman- likes Thursdays because of Taco Thursday, shy personality, may need some kindness

That’s how you kept track of all the students. Bel knew you saw her sneak a peek because you had simply smiled and gone to cover up your notebook.

Bel eyed you as you did, the things you wrote, needs kindness, is thoughtful, how did you know all those things? Why did you care?

“I best be going, I have dinner with my family tonight and my mother hates it when I’m late” you laughed, “Carter! I loved your thoughts for the campaign!”.

Carter's words were lost on Bel as she thought.

It was only till you had smiled and said bye to her that she registered. “It was great seeing you bel” you enthused, and Bel smiled, “you always work in these cubicles?”.

The question had caught Carter off guard, Bel could tell from her cousin's eyes, but you, you looked at her like you knew something. With your calm docile eyes.

“Yes. I don’t get much quiet at home, so I come here and study when I can. There are only a couple students who like to use them, it’s like my own world in there” you smiled. "I also tutor, not that the Bel Price needs tutoring" you spoke, a flush spreading to your cheeks. Bel stuffed her hands in her pockets, fingers nervously grabbing the edges of the hemlines.

Carter was the to speak next, swinging an arm around Bel and bringing her close, "I think Bel might need some help with the academic department" Carter spoke, and Bel felt dread fill her veins, she certainly did not!! Ok so maybe she lacked the right attitude to school work and GPA but she certainly did not need a tutor, and worse yet she didn't need you thinking she wasn't clever. Not that what you thought of her was important? Bel had learned long ago that the only opinions that truly mattered to her were hers. Not what reporters said or the police, not what the neighbors said or Philip Alves. So why did it matter to her what you thought?

If you thought less of her you didn't show it, simply smiled that kind smile yet Bel noticed the uneasy way you glanced at your phone, trying hard to keep eye contact with the two girls "Well I am always here if you guys need a tutor, now if you'll excuse me my mother keeps ringing my phone" you smiled one last time and pressed your phone to your ear, your backpack swung in your hands as you walked.

Bel couldn't help but notice the way your posture seemed to change as you spoke lowly on the phone, your wide charming eyes vacant as you sighed against the mobile, "Mom Please I said I don't want him there" were the words Bel could make out, could see in your face the discomfort. "Look I'm busy....if he's going to be there I'm busy. you can't expect me to change all my plans last minute because that man finally wants to show his face" The disgruntled snicker you let out as you scanned your library book was loud and the slight curl in your lip intrigued Bel.

You were angry. It was evident by the curled furrowed brows and your clenched hands. A stark difference from your peppy optimistic personality that had greeted her with a warm smile. As much as Bel would have loved to sit and dissect every sentence she had heard, especially the way your words had seemed to shake at the very end, seeming like a very stuck little girl at that moment it made Bel’s heart tug in her chest. She knew that voice, that feeling. Carter was beside her now, blue eyes peering at Bel as she eyed you from behind a book stack. "are we done leering like a creep at a park or can we go?" Carter spoke, laughing to herself.

Bel’s cheeks flushed red, her dark grey eyes peering at Carter with a death glare. “Never speak of this to anyone,” she said, but this time there was no playful glint or anything humorous about Bel’s tone. Instead, Bel locked eyes with Carter, her deep round gray-blue eyes seeming to convey something in their icy depths. Fear. Carter could recognize the look a mile away. Knew it like the back of her hand.

“I was just-“Bel spoke, tongue sweeping over her lips, eyes looking around the room desperate to cover up her lie. But as she peered into her cousin's eyes, she knew she didn’t need to lie.

“I’m not interested in love Carter”. “Love taints everything I am. So wipe that stupid grin off your face. I’m not getting involved with y/n”. Grey eyes held blues.

Then Bel was pushing away from Carter, walking away down the steps into the street but all Carter knew was that Bel was walking away from her. Walking away from happiness, a true unbridled desire to be loved. Bel would stifle her feelings, wouldn’t truly feel it. Just like she had done when she was a child. Carter even at age eight was clever enough to know that Bel would look at the parents as they picked up their kids, the mother’s specifically. Would eye them with her pained price price-blue eyes. So many emotions bottled up in her chest, envy, anger, pain. All of it was too much for her little body to bear. Wishing she could have had that, wishing that Rachel would have loved her enough to stay.

But now it was too much again, except it was a new feeling. And Bel was like a steel cage, like a beast a tamed, a colt unwilling to be trained. Bel Price was a stranger to love.

A few weeks went by and Bel’s mind was occupied with much more important matters. The documentary team had sent over the legal papers and documents to be signed, and Bel had known when her father had handed her the paper her life would change.

She couldn’t describe how she knew, an inkling in her chest. Told her maybe it wasn’t such a grand idea, but one look at Paw Paw and his old aging eyes and she was signing.

“I promise it will go fast bel” Charlie had said, his eyes soft and calm as he tutted her chin and gave her more hot chocolate in her mug. Bel had eyed the whipped cream in the hot mug, watched as it disappeared into nothing but white streaks. She eyed around the room, finally noticing her dad had migrated into the living room, Uncle Jeff next to him, whispering away like only brothers could. Carter was out at practice and would be all night. Paw Paw was too old and confused to be around the girls anymore, and Aunt Sherry was probably embarrassing Carter through some mirrored glass at a performance.

The realization was huge and hard to swallow, like a dry pill down your throat, the pain and dry sensation making you feel like all the air in your lungs had gone.

Bel was lonely. She was Alone.

There was never a time in her life where she felt this way, never a time where she felt so unseen, so unheard. She wanted to grab the documentary documents and rip them to shreds, she wanted to bash her mother's picture frames and any trace of Rachel's price in this home. She wanted to seep down to her knees and let out the most soul-aching scream. She wanted her dad to hold her tight and tell her everything would be alright. But she didn’t. She just sat in the cold dark kitchen, eyeing her mug of hot chocolate and pretending like her father hadn’t just left her in there after a rather hard and painful talk. ‘Here is this paper and you are going to have to drive up every memory and soul-wrenching trauma about your mother and I’m getting paid for it so bye’.

Was it selfish to feel this way? Bel didn’t know. She just knew there was this sinking pit in her gut. This deep dark pit that she couldn't get out of. She was alone. Alone in this world. Sure she had her dad, he was everything to her, everything. But…would he always be there? Would Carter? Would Uncle Jeff? Sherry? They all had lives and destinies of their own. Paths to follow. futures. Here bel was stuck in her forever loop of Rachel Price. Like some old snow shaker that no matter how hard you twisted and turned the globe the snow would forever stay in the glass boundary.

Bel could feel the way the room was cold, could feel it in the tips of her fingers, knew by the way her mug had gone lukewarm. She felt bitter inside, for one single second Bel let herself think about Rachel. If Rachel had been here at this very moment would she have stayed by her side when all the adults had abandoned her? Would she had pulled up the chair and stroked her blonde locks and spoken to her with kind warm eyes, provide that protected secure feeling that bel wished she had grew up with? Or would she have followed her father out into the room too? It was a question Bel was sure she would never know.

Letting out a breathe which had been stuck in her chest Bel let her eyes wander out through the windows. The night was cool and calm, yet soft snow fell from the clouds, dusting the sidewalk with white. Gorham New Hampshire. A paradise of snow. Bel chuckled, she always dared Carter to go eat the snow, but Carter would always stick her tongue out and say that the snow was dirty disgust in her tone. Bel had eaten it once as a toddler, had grabbed a fistful stuck with mud and grime, and had stuffed it into her tiny mouth. It had been around the time that Aunt Sherry and Jeff had taken her in. Aunt Sherry always laughed at the story, and called Bel ‘the curious child’. Aunt Sherry had immediately taken Bel into her arms and had put her in the bath, wiping her mouth and her hands which had been caked with mud and remaining snow.

Bel let the soft smile on her lips fade. It should have been her own mother who had done that. Should have been Rachel Price who had picked her up and dusted her ruddy-cheeked face. Should have been Rachel who picked her up from her high chair and kissed her chubby cheeks, shushing her and bouncing her with motherly adoration.

It seemed today was a day meant to haunt her. Every thought raced back to Rachel. Bel needed to clear her head, to breathe, so she quickly grabbed her coat from the door and went out, not bothering to tell her dad or Uncle Charlie. They would think she went up to her room. Wouldn’t check for hours. How funny the way men worked, if aunt sherry were here she would have checked on Bel and told her to get to bed at a good time. Made sure she’s eaten dinner.

Bel let her shoes get caked with snow as she walked, her hands in her coat pocket. She had no idea where she was going, she just strolled along the path, watching as old couples walked their dogs and kids ran past giggling. After a few minutes, she made it to a park, and it was then that Bell felt the air leave her lungs.

This park was where Rachel would bring her when she was a baby. Just a few months old. There were pictures of Rachel sitting down on the park bench, face young and smooth, blue eyes effortlessly beautiful as she hoisted a young newborn bel in her arms, cacooned away from the world in her arms. Bel allowed her eyes to burn with the uncontrollable feeling of tears.

Just a few, tiny little drops race-tracking down her cheeks. She never cried, not for Rachel. But today wasn’t for Rachel, it was for her. The newborn, the toddler, the child, the teenager, and soon a woman. These tears were for her. For a young eight-year-old bel who inside was terrified, for a young eight-year-old bel peering up at philiph Alves as he screamed at her behind the backseat. For a fourteen-year-old bel who had lost a friend over her father’s innocence. These tears were for her. Not Rachel. She didn’t deserve them.

Just as Bel was about to turn back on her heel toward home she caught sight of a shadowy figure out by the old relic playground set. Usually, Bel would be weary about nights like these, strangers and midnight creeps out and about, but what had halted her steps had been the familiar cadence of the soft sobs that flew through the chilly night.

Bel gulped, feeling her mind toying with her. 'Are you stupid bel don't go over! you want to end up like your mother dead on the road somewhere?' but it was the way the sobs were silent, that made bel turn back. Immediately Bel was walking over in the direction of the rusty old play set, having to stoop over the walls and into the wooden mulch. The shadowy figure was in view now, a girl it looked like, clutching her right palm to her face firmly and the other hand clutching the swing's rope with shaky white-knuckled fingers.

Bel tried to think of what to say, what do you say? She was about to go with "Do you need help?" when her foot rubbed against the concrete path of the ground and the shadowy figure startled her, face appearing from behind palms and bel felt like the air had gotten knocked out of her.

It was you. All pink-faced and wide glossy eyes as they took Bel in. Your shoulders were no longer slumped and you immediately stood to attention, wiping your face with your sleeve, "Bel??" you spoke, your voice hoarse and so unlike the calm smooth cadence Bel had known.

Bel eyed your appearance, her mind going to a dark place, making sure you weren't bruised or your clothes weren't ripped, making sure you weren't hurt in any way. Bel didn't care how odd it seemed or the way she tried to fight herself when it came to you. Never staring too long during class, never letting herself be alone with you, keeping you at arm's length, even dodging Carter because you were usually with her. That all didn't matter, not now.

Bel felt something overtake her and soon she was in front of you, fingers soft as they roamed over your cheeks, she noticed how you leaned into the contact, your cheeks red and eyes devoid of color. The usual charming and airy spark in your eyes gone. Replaced by hollow eyes and grief.

"Who did this to you? Was it a person? why are you out here at night do you know how dangerous that is Y/N? you don't even have a jacket! what were you thinking? you'll freeze to death out here!" without thinking bel was taking off her jacket and placing it on your shoulders.

You remained quiet, just eying Bel, a soft chuckle fell off your lips quiet and soft, but tired. "I thought you said kindness didn’t come easy to you”. Bel laughed, “You heard me tell Carter that didn’t you?”.

You shook your head, moving to wrap the jacket around you, it molded perfectly onto your shoulders, “perfect fit. And no…I didn’t.”

Bel wanted to ask just how she knew that but something was more urgent. “Can you tell me why you’re out here alone on a Friday night? Did something happen?”.

You shook your head, your smile sad but skillfully beautiful. “It’s just family matters bel. I’m sure you understand those things. And I’m a politician” you joke, “I can handle myself.”

Bel nodded, “I know. It’s just-“Bel moved to sit down on the swing beside you, grey eyes eying you as you moved your legs. “I just figured…you know about Rachel- if you want you can tell me…” part of Bel had told her no, that she had already done her job making sure you were alright and she could go home, but the other half…it was you. You were different. You were kind. You were soft. Perhaps there was a part of Bel, deep down that knew you were hers. A small part of her that clung to you. The same small part that would volunteer with Carter for your campaign just to see your happy smile as you talked animatedly about the school’s trust fund.

You moved a strand through your hair looking defeated as you eyed the air, “My mother…and I don’t see eye to eye. You see..” you moved to eye bel, “my mom had me when she was eighteen. She and my dad were young and tried to make it work. But eventually, my dad left us, I was a toddler. He just one day decided we weren’t enough and just drove away.” The pain in your eyes was evident, the anger seeping through.

“Well anyway, my mother worked two jobs and got her degree. She married her boss a few years ago, it will be five years next year. And I know it all seems jolly and great…but…it’s not. My mother…she’s complicated. I love her to death, but she’s so controlling. Manipulative. She sinks her hooks into me. The whole running for student president was her idea initially. Don’t get me wrong I love being a candidate, I found out I have a knack for it. It gives a sense of purpose…to know that I can care about others' needs when ..”

“When others didn’t bother to give a rats ass about yours?” Bel stepped in, her heart hammering in her chest at your laugh, “Yeah…my mom’s new husband, George I love him, I do…but sometimes it feels like my mother is recreating her life. She got pregnant recently, again. Three boys back to back” there was a hint of fondness in your eyes as you spoke of your half-siblings. “And even though sometimes I wish it just stayed mom and I…that safe secure feeling, just us two. Like it was supposed to be…I love those little ape faces. They bring so much joy into my life. But I also can’t help but pretend that my mother is cutting me out one piece at a time. She’s already started talking about my room for the nursery. Like…her attention for me is gone. I was her baby first before any of them. I never got the stay-at-home mom, I never got the big house with a pool. I got to see my mom every other day because she worked long shifts, eating meals by myself in middle school because she was at school. I’m not saying I wasn’t grateful for her sacrifice…because her we were able to have wonderful things, a nice home. I’m not as selfish as I sound I promise” you spoke, a hint of respect in your tone, “It’s just…I was with her through it all and you would think she would stop and think about it.”

You played with your fingers, eyes peering down at your ‘y/n for president’ ring. “She did something recently and I’m not sure I can ever forgive her for it”.

Your words were quiet, like you almost regretting saying the words. Bel had to laugh at that, her eyebrows up in confusion. You not forgiving someone? Bel had known you for only a few weeks and she already knew what a sweet kind person you were. Enough that you observed people and what they liked, not because you wanted to win, but because you could. Bel remembered finding that odd in the first week of knowing you. It was odd how you treated Jimmy, gave him kind words, and were always there to lift him up. Brought Stella Chapman a tissue after you had found her crying in the girl's bathroom, made a meal for a pupil’s family who had gotten the stomach bug. Bel’s mind flashes back to your little book. The one with the colorful writings on it was filled with notes about the student body.

“I find that hard to believe. Believe me y/n I’ve seen people…I know people…you are a rare breed. Your mom might not appreciate you or make you feel as loved…but I do. I see you.” Bel wanted to stop her words, to make them halt on her tongue, the screaming instinct in her gut told her to run, to flee. But the way your eyes were looking at her, like you saw straight through her as well, made Bel’s cheeks hot even though the temperature was beyond cold.

You couldn’t help but feel light at her words, they brought a sense of comfort in them. Eased the pain in your chest. But you watched as Bel’s eyes rang with panic and you knew you needed to lighten the mood or she would bolt. You were familiar with Bel’s inner panic and had seen it once or twice.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you passing the library…do you always peek at me through book piles?”.

The teasing tone and the fact that you knew Bel was eying you made Bel sputter, “What? What makes you think that was me?”.

“You have a tell bel price” you spoke, intrigue in your eyes, “everyone has a tell. Jimmy’s is he scratches his ear when he’s lying, Carter’s is she doesn’t quite meet your eyes when you talk you-“ your eyes mapped out bel’s face. Taking in her deep gray-blue eyes, her ruddy pale cheeks, and blonde waves that looked almost white in the light of the night. She was breathtaking. You had heard so many stories about Bel, how her mother’s absence had left her cold and prickly, ‘don’t go to Bel Price she’s busy dealing with her circus of a family’ others would tell her.

But deep down as you eyed Bel across the hallway, the way she would giggle and laugh with Carter, head back and nose scrunched shouldn’t have made your heart flutter. Her smile when it was aimed at you shouldn’t have made you want to see more. And her eyes now certainly didn’t want to make you drag her across the small distance by her collar and taste what those red-rimmed lips felt like against your own.

“I hope you know I’ve spent years dealing with police and investigators and journalists and not one of them could read me. What makes you think you can?” Bel spoke, all confident air from the way she smirked back at you.

“That’s for me to know and you to wonder”.

Bel only eyed you more, watching as you legs swayed on the swing, your hair wavy in the wind. Bel had never truly felt this connected to a person before. Like she knew who you were deep down. She had a sense of sympathy for you, for your past, and for your mother. Which almost made her laugh and recoil because Bel Price had no sense of sympathy for anyone.

Guilt seemed to ebb its way into her veins and bel sighed out, her breathe coming out cold in the wind.

“I was being stupid and I eavesdropped at the library when Carter went to meet you. It was a shitty move and I’m sorry.”

Bel expected for you to be mad, and angry because you’d think that after her trouble being Rachel Price’s daughter privacy would mean everything to Bel.

Instead, you kicked off the ground with your feet, hair swinging as you swayed on the seat, a distant look in your eyes. “You’re wondering who I was talking about on the phone price?”.

“Don’t feel like if you have to tell me…I just…you looked so different from your usual peppy self and-“

Bel’s eyes couldn’t help but trail over you as you swung. Your soft features turned cold and rigid, the apples of your cheeks looking less sweet.

“Richard came back. My dad. I’ve never once seen him in my life. I was still too much of a baby to remember what he looked like or how he would play with me when I was little. My mother spent years talking crap about him, like how he was a deadbeat and had no backbone. How he drank all our money away or gambled our electric bill. Now my mom wants to play happy families so she can rub her luck in his face and she invited him to a dinner a few days ago. Something she didn’t even bother to tell me till it was less than 20 minutes before. Can you imagine how that feels?” Your eyes met Bel’s and she could feel the inner panic in your blood, could see the way your eyes were downcast and angry. Your touch on the swing is white again.

“I told her I wasn’t going. I didn’t want the first time I met my dad…saw him again to be in a room with my new family. To be in a house that my mom and my stepfather bought. It didn’t feel natural. I wanted to meet him by myself. I wanted to be able to scream and cry at him. Tell him just how much he hurt me, how I hated him for a long period of my till I recognized that I hated him because I needed him.” An indignant laugh fell off your lips, “you ever hate somebody so much but it’s only because you love them so much it hurts to even think about it?”.

Bel immediately flashed back to Rachel. The whole conversation had made her think back to her. Rachel had left her, abandoned in the backseat. Your dad had driven away and never turned back. You didn’t remember what he looked like or how he had loved you, bel remembered only because she was forced to, forced to talk about a woman she didn’t know. You were forced to sit across the table from the man who was supposed to be your whole world.

Maybe Carter had been right when she said you were both alike. Kindred spirits.

It seemed you had pierced together how your words had affected bel b ecause soon you were reaching out with a soft hand, “oh gosh bel I’m sorry! I was rambling and I didn’t think to stop and-“

Bel didn’t know what made her do it. “You familiar with the case of Rachel Price? How she left me in the backseat and-“. Bel’s words were clipped, tongue prickly, and eyes cold.

You knew better than to speak, so you nodded, sensing the inner beast in bel price you had always known existed.

“I know it’s stupid but I can’t remember her. I remember what people tell me, how she liked taking me to this coffee house in the white mountain mall. How she used to work there in high school. Sometimes I wish I could remember her. Because then it would hurt less. Being her daughter isn’t easy. I’ve been interrogated more times than I can count, I’ve been spoken to with harsh words as if I had the answer when I didn’t. I’ve been seen as a girl with broken eyes and-“Bel sighed out, “my grandpa is sick, he’s been sick for a while. My dad’s father. He’s got dementia and the bills we pay for him are high, but my dad loves him. My uncle too. And I do too” A small smile flicked onto Bel’s face. “He would read all these books to me when I was a child. Carter too. Would let us play at Price and son’s logging yard. It would snow and it looked like a hidden world.”

You noticed how Bel’s eyes lit up at the memory, “I would do anything for paw paw. And my dad would too. Which is why a British film crew is coming in a few weeks to film a documentary about Rachel. Coming here specifically. With their long lenses and fake sets. To sit me down and have me go over all of the details again. I know I shouldn’t be mad…but I’m angry. Angry at my dad for dragging me into this, but I also know it’s for Grandpa. Is it selfish?”.

It took you a few minutes to gather your thoughts, “Is it selfish I wanted to meet my father away from my happy family?”. It wasn’t. It wasn’t selfish at all and the fact that Bel Price had thought it selfish told you she had kindness in her. Sympathy, the ability to care. Despite what others had said about her.

“I think of you didn’t think it was selfish you wouldn’t be human bel” Your voice was soft, that familiar cadence that filled Bel’s stomach with goat coals back on full force. Your smile was soft and warm at the edges. Then your smile halted, “as for the documentary, I’ve only known you for a few weeks at most, and most of what I know about you has been from Carter, she loves you more than you know. But I want you to know that I think you are the most wonderful person. Even with your faults, because they give me strength to face my battles. And pardon me saying this but-“ your eyes moved to Bel’s held them there, making Bel’s heart squeeze in the most wonderful way.

“I read about the Rachel Price case and had to if I was going to meet her daughter. I read the case files and watched the newsreels, I read about Philip Alves and what he did to you, and after all that reading and watching and thinking…I know that your mother loved you. Despite what you think, because if she hadn’t she wouldn’t have left the car on and toasty for a little Annabel price”. Your cheeks tinged red at the full name and Bel found herself unable to speak

Her name had never sounded so perfect before. And secondly, it meant a lot that you had done your own research, bel should have known with how you studied hard at school. Bel had asked a question in the last few weeks, did it matter what you thought of her? And it did. So to hear that you thought she was the strongest person she had met, was enough for Bel to get an ego. Rattle of to Carter.

Bel didn’t have much to say, so she simply nodded and eyed the small flurries of snow falling from the thick black skies.

It was only then that Bel felt your fingers, warm and hot against your own, just enough that your fingertips met her own in the metallic swing. You didn’t move it anymore, not wanting to scare her away. To frighten her. Bel felt like she was having a heart attack, her heart was beating loudly in her head and her body seemed alarmed at first at the touch but leaned into it, like she had been craving this type of attention.

Her cheeks were hot and her fingertips slowly edged to lay atop of yours, not quite holding but leaning, just like you had leaned on her. It was quiet for a moment, and Bel took a moment to breathe. Close her eyes and feel your fingers on your own, because she knew this night would bring her comfort. Even if you two drifted apart it was a memory that would live with bel forever. Make a home inside her heart, it had wormed itself in like a parasite, this feeling. And bel knew what it was, but she didn’t want to acknowledge it just yet.

You both stayed a couple of minutes there. Just together, no words said. It wasn’t till your phone rang and you eyed the contact, eyes conflicted before bringing it to your ear, sniffing before answering.

“Hello?”. A pause, the indents of your boots made snow angels as you dug them into the snow. “I’m fine Mom I’m fine I promise I just needed some air.”

“No I don’t need you to come and get me I can walk home…no…no don’t get in the car-“ the dial time had indicated that your mother was already in the car, and you only eyed the screen before sighing, moving back to eye bel, a hand running through your thick curls, and bel couldn’t help the way her stomach swooned at the sight.

“Well my mom’s bringing the Calvary.” You spoke.

“There are times I wish I could get a call like that” Bel speaks, her voice holding emotion, “even though your mom's not perfect y/n…she loves you. She wouldn’t be driving in the New Hampshire snow if she wasn’t worried about you”.

You smiled, “keeping me in check bel price?”.

Bel laughed, “just enough.”

You both sat for a while, bel listening to you speak about your campaign. “I’ve been very successful, I mean not perfect like Chrissy Cunningham was last year, but I got a good amount of votes and I just know I’d do good. Carter’s been a great help with the demographic area and you-you’ve been great at passing out the buttons. Even putting on a fake smile every now and then” you joked.

“Someone told me it wouldn’t hurt to crack a smile every now and then” Bel spoke.

“Did you know that when you smile your brain releases these tiny-“ you held up your fingers, showing the tips of your fingers, “tiny probably tinier than this, molecules called neuropeptides that help fight stress? They even work as a pain reliever. Even a fake smile will do the trick”

What a nerd. A cute nerd.

“Where did you read that?” Bel asked, “the library” you spoke.

“You mean the ancient library that acts more like a mausoleum” Bel joked, and you only shook your head, moving to push her swing firmly, “it is not a mausoleum I hope you know” you giggled, your nose scrunched and the airy giggles that bounced in the air was enough for bel to realize just how beautiful you were. Like a painting.

She was stuck in her thoughts that she didn’t hear your mom’s car drive up, the wheels bruising against the snow, a familiar mother's voice, and then you were standing, your fingers holding Bel’s jacket with clutched fingers. You pulled it it of and gave it to Bel, eyes shy for the first time that night.

“I’ve got to go and have the most uncomfortable talk of my life now…but..thank you bel. I needed to clear my head and I don’t think it was a coincidence that we both met at the same park”.

“Oh total universe right there” Bel added making you smile.

“Do you want a ride? I’d hate for you to be cold-“

“My house is literally right down that street, I’ll be fine but-“ hesitation fell across Bel’s features and she told it to fuck off in a typical bel price manner. “I didn’t give you my number, in case you need anything. Like campaign stuff-“ and late-night phone calls but bel didn’t add those.

Pulling out a pen bel moved to ask for your hand, taking it softly and dusting off your palm with focused gray eyes, the tip of the pen rubbing your palm making you flinch.

After Bel’s number was safely on your palm and your mother honked the horn you turned back, giving Bel one last smile and running across the park to your car, your mother immediately yanking you in bringing out a jacket, and running her hands on your cheeks, her lips moving in a gentle smile yet a reprimanding glare. Bel only laughed at the scene before walking back home. Her chest was airy and light, no longer that bitter feeling.

Opening the door she watched as Carter stood up from the couch, alert in her eyes, “She’s back! Where the hell have you been bel? We’ve been looking all over and your phone was on Silent”.

Bel hadn’t noticed that only seemed to notice the way your eyes glinted in the night and how hot your fingers felt against her skin.

“Was it? I didn’t notice. It’s a lovely night out, isn’t it? The stars are so beautiful this time of day” Bel spoke, smiling wildly, her cheeks dusted with pink.

Aunt Sherry eyed uncle Jeff who eyed Charlie, and Carter eyed Bel with a surprised look.

“The stars are beautiful this time of night? Last week you said they were just burning balls of gas”.

“Beautiful burning gas! Have some imagination, Carter”.

Imagination?

“Just who did you run into at the park?” Carter asked, bel blushed, “just a certain future student body president. I’m starving is that Chinese? Hell yeah!” Bel spoke moving to eye the containers on the table.

Carter couldn’t help but smile, she wasn’t sure how long this airy love-filled bel would last, probably a few minutes at most but one thing Carter knew was this had been a turning point. A bridge crossed. Now it was time for operation ‘keep Bel from bolting’.

“Well we are just glad that you came home in one piece but next time please answer your phone bel! We were so worried” Charlie spoke, moving to run his daughter’s head playfully.

“Carter, are we sharing or not?” Bel asked, “get your ass over here before I eat the whole tray!” So Bel was back. Carter wondered how long it would last.